The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 1 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose 

Miss Bobby, the former Robert Turner sat ramrod straight in front of his makeup mirror as his friends Fran, Rose and Monica, worked to give his bouffant hairdo the final touches. He nervously waited to be called for the swimsuit competition. He fidgeted trying to get his string bikini to settle properly in place. The halter-top struggled to contain his massive breasts. For the twentieth time he adjusted the top so it would just cover his large dark areolas. Due to the thin taught nature of his suit, there was nothing he could do to keep his erect headlights from being on high beam for all to see. The bralette was connected to his thong bottoms by way of a series bands that caused the skimpy briefs to ride up his butt crack and squish his knobby boy parts even more.

He licked his lips and thought back on how his life had changed so drastically in only one year. Twelve months ago he sat at this very seat, a man wearing a yarn wig and water balloon tits. It was all a big lark. At the time he'd enjoyed what he thought was an idyllic life with his wife Sue.

That had all changed when he was asked to be a participant in a womanless beauty pageant. His reluctant acceptance had cost him his job, his masculinity and quite possibly his marriage.

He couldn't help but look back on his life before the contest. He had a job he loved that allowed him to work from his home office. This was so convenient when the baby came along. He stayed at home and took care of her. Meanwhile Sue continued working. Bing freed from most of her motherly duties, she put her energy into her career.

No two people had ever been more in love. Not only were they lovers they were best friends. And were the happiest parents on the planet. Both enjoyed traveling and each had a love affair with cars. Sue preferred large luxury cars, while Bob's tastes were for light responsive sports cars.

Then disaster stuck in the form of a Chevy Nova. Bob had his 10 month old daughter in an approved child seat in the rear of his Mustang GT. He was running an errand and was stopped at a red light waiting to make a left hand turn into the mall parking lot. The left turn arrow turned green Bob popped the clutch and his speedy sports car leapt into the turn.

Trusting to the fact he had the right-of-way he didn't bother to check for oncoming traffic. He only caught a brief glimpse of the front fender of the heavy muscle car that was attempting to make it through the intersection on the end of a yellow. Milliseconds before impact Bob knew he was screwed. He regained consciousness thirty minutes later in excruciating pain, trapped in a car of twisted metal, plastic and fiberglass. His first thoughts were of his child. One look on the fireman's face cutting him out of the car answered all his questions.

Two months in the hospital, six weeks of bed rest were followed by eighteen months of physical therapy. Then another two years of psychotherapy for both him and Sue.

During all that time, Sue was the glue that held them together. The entire time she was there for him, never once did she accuse him of being responsible for Sally's death, though Bob always felt she harbored those thoughts. The accident changed both of them. Their relationship was never the same. They still lived together, but the joy had gone out of their marriage. The two were now more like roommates than a married couple. Bob was aware of the statistic that a large percentage of couples who lose kids end up divorced. He vowed that would not happen to them.

Both tried to make the relationship work. Fortunately life goes on despite the sadness. If he hadn't blown off his wife's request to participate in her club's womanless beauty pageant a year ago; he wouldn't be here today. Of course hindsight is always 20 20. He ran his hands down his silky smooth legs, breathed in his heavenly perfume and thought; I never wanted to be a woman. But in all honesty being a smoking hot chick isn't too bad.

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Susan Turner was now a moderately attractive woman who was rapidly approaching middle-aged. After tragically losing their child, she'd forgone having a family and became a workaholic who dedicated her life to being a successful Investment Banking Analyst. As a reward for her selfless contributions she'd recently received a promotion to company chief financial officer. It meant a great deal more work and a significant increase in supervisory responsibilities; which was a cause of concern as Sue tended to be insensitive to her associates. It also guaranteed Susan a lavish lifestyle as it came with a signing bonus, stock options and a substantial pay raise.

While searching for a home that befitted her new status in life, she met Candice Grant who was reputed to be the most high-powered real-estate agent around. Despite the fact Candy was a thirtyish self-absorbed Yuppie; the two women became best friends. They spent a great deal of time together as Candy showed Sue the various homes available. Susan finally fell in love with an impressive mansion. It was a massive red-brick three story home. Built in the late eighties, with trimmings of light-colored stone, innumerable windows, impressive stone steps and dark carved doors set within a deep shadowed alcove. It was during the negotiation phase that the two women truly bonded as Candy saved Susan almost a hundred thousand dollars.

Leaving her old neighborhood for the gated community worsened Susan's feelings of loneliness. Aside from her husband of 11 years, she had no close friends, so she turned to Candice for companionship. As their friendship grew, the two women drew their families into the relationship. Susan her husband Bob, and Candice with her partner Philip, the city's leading used car salesman. Candy was a bit pushy for Bob's tastes but he put up with her for Susan. Candy likewise thought Bob's lack of assertiveness a major character fault. Phil was a bit older than Bob; but was friendly, witty, and intelligent. Bob came to like Phil and the foursome did everything together and became almost inseparable.

The women found they connected on a deeper level than just superficial issues. They had a unique connection; they seemed to share goals, ambitions and thought processes. Susan felt that they were kindred spirits; they shared a number of confidences to include even their love lives. Over coffee, one afternoon Candy suggested that Sue join her club, Feminists for Life or more simply FFL. Explaining their basic purpose was to promote woman's rights.

Sue being a lifelong feminist was immediately interested. When pressed for more details. Candice smiled and continued on, "It's a woman's organization, our Raison d'áªtre is fighting to ensure women get our rightful superior place in society. We aren't a group of man-haters, but we believe the vast majority of males need a complete overhaul, and we know how to do it."

"Superior?" questioned Sue, "I've always felt this would be a better world if men emulated woman, I never thought of us as superior."

"Superior is my word, not all the ladies buy into that concept. I'm convinced that women should strive to achieve a position of dominance! I don't want to frighten you away, but that is how I feel."

Susan was shocked; but acknowledged she was willing to listen.

Candy continued expressing her believes, "Some of us don't want just equal rights with men; rather we want primacy. Our organizations principal goal is to switch our society over to a matriarchal one.

We were founded when a few successful women, bonded together to help one another, in the business and social world. The leading men in the community launched a major campaign to ostracize them both socially and financially. Amidst the threats, rumors and in a few cases physical abuse, we became frustrated with the dimwitted men in this town that couldn't or wouldn't accept that males are obviously the intellectual inferior member of the species. We fought back any way we could. At first we used the time-tested method of giving or withholding sexual favors, as necessary. Later, by pooling our economic and intellectual resources we became strikingly successful. Out of self-perseverance and some say vengeance; the club developed the philosophy to not only be successful but to become 'the' dominate economic force in the local area. A woman's Coup d'état if you will. We have amassed a rather impressive portfolio and are looking for a woman with your skill set to manage our assets. I've been asked to extend to you an invitation to join us."

Susan gave it a great deal of thought and the next day agreed to join, despite the hefty initiation fee and her questions about the dominance issue.

So here Susan sat nervously with the engine running in her brand new BMW 135i Coupé, trying to muster the nerve to enter the lavish country club. She'd been a lifelong feminist; but joining the local chapter of Feminists for Life was a big jump for her. The thought of waltzing into a room full of strangers and making small talk, put her ill at ease. Susan was not a people person, she had a way of unintentionally alienating most people she dealt with. She had been improving on this recently and believed that joining a social club would be the perfect thing — her psychologist highly recommended it. Eventually she mustered the courage to enter the front doors of the Ladies' association.

Her senses were overwhelmed by the ambiance of the vestibule. A massive statue/water feature dominated the center of the foyer. It mesmerized Susan. It had two nude water nymphs, one on a rock, and the other in a pool of water, both figures reaching out, one needing help and support, the other apparently offering it. The main hall, soared nearly two stories in height, the walls were done in pastel colors. Susan became a bit apprehensive when she examined the way the room was decorated. There were countless photographs and statuettes scattered about, some might describe them as pornographic. All depicted women in intimate sexual situations, alone, paired and in a groups. The only thing that they had in common was each depicted a woman in a superior position.

From behind her, someone spoke, "Fascinating piece isn't it. It shows the need to build trust and how frightening that can be. Is the one on the bottom trying to pull her partner into the water, or is the one on top attempting to pull her playmate out of the water? Which raises the issue, will one let go?"

"As you can see both are naked; I believe the artist was trying to represent removing our disguises, our false selves, and our masks."

Susan said, "Maybe it represents our vulnerability."

"That's an interesting point. I'd never thought of it that way."

Susan turned to investigate her docent to find an attractive middle-aged woman dressed in a stylish Vanessa Wong pantsuit. Who held out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Debbie, you must be Susan Turner. Candice said you'd be stopping by. She has a business commitment and can't make it today. So I will be your sponsor and tour guide. Follow me; the cocktail hour has just begun."

They passed through an archway into a large ballroom, Debbie pointed out a sign that was hung overhead as she said, "As you can see we may have a serious purpose but we all still retain a sense of humor."

Susan chuckled the sign that read, 'Lorena Bobbitt for Surgeon General.'

"We represent the Crá¨me de la Crá¨me of the city's business women. Let me introduce you around."

Debbie never slowed down; she marched through the crowd, like a Marine on a 20 mile forced march. She was obviously passionate about the club and talked in rapid, enthusiastic, long-winded paragraphs.

Susan met several dozen women, each and everyone projected an aura of superiority and refined dignity. Business cards were exchanged all around, as Debbie explained with a wink, "As a group we are bound to support our fellow sisters, at the expense of all outsiders."

One thing disturbed Susan, among the obviously sophisticated women flittered serving wenches dressed in scanty outfits, wearing skyscraper tall heels, and heavy makeup. Their appearance seemed more appropriate to what one would see serving drinks in a Vegas casino.

Putting aside her concerns, Susan was impressed. The women she met were all successful and from all walks of life and occupations. There were doctors, lawyers, judges, real estate moguls, architects, CEOs, owners of construction and manufacturing organizations, and at least a dozen small business owners, Debbie explained that recently the club had decided to put a major emphasis on assisting woman entrepreneurs.

An attractive middle-aged woman took the podium and banged a gavel calling for order. The scantily clad servers scurried about clearing the tables, as each woman took a seat and turned their attention to the woman at the dais. She introduced herself as Veronica O'Shaughnessy, the newly elected chairperson for FFL. She began her talk with a reminder that they operate under Robert's Rules of Order, therefore everyone must raise their hand and be recognized by the chair before speaking.

Debbie leaned over and whispered in Susan's ear, "Historically, these meetings can become rather contentious at times."

After a brief reading of the minutes from the last meeting, Veronica presented the agenda for today's gathering. Volunteers were needed to be on the planning committee for the Christmas party. A number of good Samaritans were quickly identified and a budget for the party was voted on. Other than a reading of the clubs financial status, the only other item on the schedule was the club's upcoming fundraiser — A Womanless Beauty Pageant.

Veronica pledged that this year's social event would surpass last year's record take. Her next announcement took everyone by surprise. "There'll be a major change in rules for this year's contest. Each member in good standing 'must' provide a man as a contestant. It could be husband, boyfriend, son, father, neighbor or a combination of all the above. The more the merrier. Of course, there will be an entrance fee for each."

One woman asked if there was a family discount, as she had a husband and two teenage sons that would benefit from the experience.

Once the murmuring quieted down, Veronica clapped her hands and called for her training aid. Out of the kitchen stumbled a caricature of a French Maid. In teetered a tall man, well over six feet, wearing heavy make-up, and dressed in a scanty French maid's outfit with fishnet stockings and fetish five-inch stilettos and carried a large feather duster. Veronica pronounced, with great relish, "Let me introduce you women to my husband. Fifi come stand next to me so everyone can get a good look at you. Ladies look how cute he is when he blushes. His delusions of grandeur as a man are gone forever. Most men are predatory monsters, isn't that right sweetheart?"

The mortified man mumbled, "Whatever you say, dear."

"She has graciously volunteered to help today, in fact she insisted on it. Isn't that right sweetie? Let's give her a warm FFL welcome."

Acting like Bob Barker on 'The Price is Right' she smiled broadly and continued, "Please notice his exquisite costume; it's made of spandex so it's sexy yet still practicable for housework. Every participant this year will receive his own handcrafted maids outfit as a memento. Ladies let me tell you, once you get your man in a dress, heels and lingerie, he's never the same. It's so empowering."

Under Veronica's determined glare, her husband flounced about the front tables, his obvious anxiety and clumsy antics caused a course of wolf whistles and catcalls.

Veronica explained to bring in more money she'd further altered the rules this year, instead of just the top three finishers auctioned as a slave for a day, this year every contestant would be sold on the docket to the highest bidder. All the monies less the cost of the uniforms will go directly into the clubs coffers.

Sue nervously raised her hand, "Excuse me but the term slave makes me uncomfortable."

Veronica acknowledged the implied question and explained, "Obviously you can't sell a person; but you can sell their services. The person sold will be obligated to provide whatever service his master or mistress demands. These services will be performed not out of threat of corporal punishment; but rather out of charitable duty. Each contestant must sign a one day personal services contract as part of his entrance application. The high bidders have the latitude to use their slaves any way they see fit. Of course there were prohibitions against physical injury and sexual conduct, body piercings, or branding by way of tattoos will be permitted only with the individuals and club member's explicit written permission."

The question was raised about the legality of the contracts. Marian, the clubs legal expert stood and answered that question. "As long as it is for charity, it is legal, if not strictly ethical. Just be sure to get the personal services contract notarized."

Having finished her speech, Veronica came over to meet the newest member. After introductions were completed, Veronica leaned in and said, "Do you have any questions of me?"

Sue looked over at Fifi who was standing demurely behind his wife, his head bowed and eyes cast down.

"It may be none of my business, how did you ever get your husband in that costume? He is obviously humiliated."

"Do you really think he is? Good he deserves it. Last weekend we were having a backyard pool party and Pat tried to impress his poker buddies, with a sexist joke. He had the audacity to say, "What's worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig? A woman that won't do what she's told!"

Sue groaned and thought her husband would never be that insensitive.

Veronica elaborated, "My husband has come to regret that bit of levity. As you can see, he's not laughing now. He has been paying for that comment for almost a week. I made it perfectly clear the only way he could earn his way back into my good graces was by becoming my maid and housekeeper. Today is his last day in heels, however I promise you it'll be a memorable one. After we finish here, I intend to have him spend the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen washing dishes, by hand."

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Debbie pulled Susan to a quiet corner for a private talk. "Susan tell me, will you have any problem convincing your husband to participate?"

Susan chewed on her lower lip and thought about it. "I honestly don't know. He's his own man. The days of him doing things just because I ask are long past. If I stress the concept it is for charity he might agree."

"If it's not too personal, tell me about your marriage."

Susan sighed and responded, "Bob isn't a very big man, the runt of the litter. He is five years younger than me; but looks ten. He was still getting carded on his twenty fifth birthday. He's shy, with a meek personality and to his embarrassment a feminine tendency to blush. He's a bit slovenly, despite the fortune I've spent on his wardrobe. He refuses to get regular haircuts and keeps that ridiculous ponytail and prefers to dress in Levis and tee shirts. He wears his stylish clothes only for formal occasions and client meetings.

Bob was able to schedule his work as he wanted. I made enough money for both of us so we traveled the world. Saw Europe, Australia, the Caribbean, and we even trekked through Africa. We couldn't have imagined a better life."

"At first we had a storybook marriage. We were so much in love. We never had sex; we always made love. Each of us was more concerned about the others happiness than their own. The bed room was our playpen. It was pure bliss.

"You said at first. That implies something has changed. Want to tell me about it?"

Sue took a deep breath and continued her thought, "He's a good man just not much of a provider. When our beautiful baby girl arrived it changed everything. Bob became the stay at home mom. He already worked from home so he took over primary care of the baby. He has a nurturing personality, so neither of us gave the role reversal a moment's thought. We didn't think things could get any better. I was a rising star at work. Bob was a great programmer and split his time between his parental duties and work. One day he needed new ink cartridge for the printer. He strapped Sally into her car seat in his sports car and headed to the mall. He turned left into the parking lot and was broadsided by two high school kids who were playing hooky from school. Bob had to be cut out of the car, his legs and pelvis crushed. Sally was pronounced dead at the scene."

Sue wiped a tear off her cheek and finished her thought, "We were both devastated, and spent many months in therapy. Bob still blames himself. Despite the police officers assurances' he had done nothing wrong. Bob fell into a deep depression, holding himself responsible.

"Half dozen surgeries later Bob was home. I took a leave of absence from work and sat at his bedside for months on end and nursed him back to physical health. Unfortunately, over that time he became hooked on pain meds.

"I finally forced him to go to a clinic to get help. That's where he met this physical therapist that introduced Bob to herbal supplements. He became addicted to them and still believes they can cure anything.

"Since that time he has been an adequate husband, he loves me and credits me with saving his life. He has since admitted that before I sent him to rehab he was contemplating suicide.

"That tells me the mechanics of your relationship, if it's not too personal how are things in the intimacy area?"

Sue felt warmth to her cheeks and answered, "He's a good person, and I know he loves me. His sensitive nature, nurturing soul and willingness to put my needs ahead of his make it impossible not to love the man.

Sue looked around to ensure no one could overhear, "Bob was and still is socially awkward — women flat out scare him and men tend to intimidate him. He would never admit it. He was a virgin when we met. I had a ball teaching him how to make love. He was an enthusiastic, if unimaginative student. Unfortunately since the accident he has never been able to fill my physical needs. He seems to always be holding something back."

"Bob says he wants another child, sex for him now is all about making a baby not about expressing our love."

"Oh Debbie! I won't have another child. Does that make me a bad person? I just can't risk the emotional pain. What if we lose another one? We'll both go crazy. So that puts a strain on our relationship."

Sue played with her wedding ring as she thought carefully how to express her recent dissatisfaction with her marriage. "He and I have been contentedly married for over ten years, he is my best friend; but sadly, the spark in our relationship is not even an ember anymore. I have loved him dearly, unfortunately we aren't lovers anymore. I have never refused Bob sex, I just don't encourage it anymore either. I really want more pizzazz in the bedroom, I was thinking of sending Bob to the doctor to order some of those pills."

Debbie nodded her head, signifying her understanding; then she said, "Have you thought of sending him to a sex therapist?"

"Oh, God no, I couldn't stand the thought of him with another woman."

"Susan, don't be so narrow minded, no one said the therapist had to be a woman."

Susan smiled at the thought of her manly husband being taught intimate sexual techniques by another man. Susan shook the image from her head and went on, "He has an agile and resourceful mind. He had the potential to have been a tremendous success in the tech world.

"His one shortcoming is that since the accident he has been a classical underachiever, he has no ambition. He has no real drive to be the best in anything. I'm the acknowledged family breadwinner, and still his emotional support mechanism. God! How I wish he would grow a pair and get over it!"

"With my huge promotion and pay raise, I decided to move us out of the city into suburbs. Candy found me a glorious house, in a gated community not far from here. Bob is an IT specialist and works from home, so I had the maid's room converted into a small office for him."

"Wait a minute. Are you telling me you don't have a live in maid? How do you keep up with all the housework?"

"I do most of it at night and on the weekends. You are right I am going to have to find some domestic help."

"Your husband helps, right?"

"No, now he helps with the household chores only when he can't find a way around it. Bob was always a bit of a traditionalist in his beliefs of men and woman's roles in the home. He never considered himself to be a male chauvinist, however he isn't liberated either. He has never even heard of 'woman's liberation'. Why he even refuses to wear a wedding band. When I suggested that he become a full time house-husband, he freaked out and balked at the idea, saying he tried that once and look how that worked out."

"Susan, that's disturbing. Let me ask, is the vast discrepancy in incomes a problem for him, it would be for most real men?"

"No, not really; we have a number of issues, that isn't one of them. From the start, each of us has kept our money separate. He is a consultant and works from home. On a rare occasion, he will meet a client in the office. We each have our own money, we keep our accounts separate. That was the agreement Bob consented to as part of our prenuptial agreement. In all honesty, his income has always been insignificant next to mine. He denies it is a concern. However with men who can really tell what they are thinking."

Susan heaved a sigh and continued, "I've never told anyone this; but his demand for another baby and his lack of empathy for the feminist movement has driven a wedge between us."

"Cheer up Sue, the club can help you cure his mistaken attitudes."

Susan briefly pondered that statement.

Debbie interrupted her thoughts with a comment, "I assume you have primary responsibility for all the finances."

"Of course, that's what I do for a living! The house is in my name alone, as is the BMW. I pay all the bills, and scrutinize all credit card charges. Bob has access to my AMEX card; but any charge over a $100 he must clear with me in advance. Around computers he's a genius, however in money matters he is a total airhead; he isn't extravagant in anything. He just never gives money a second thought. He buys what he needs and assumes there will be money to pay for it."

"With his driving record my Beamer is off limits to him. After the accident that cost us our baby he refuses to drive anything except a full size vehicle. I was embarrassed that Bob was happy to drive a ten-year-old pickup truck. He loved that old piece of junk. But I explained to him it wasn't fitting for the husband of a finical executive to be seen driving a vehicle ready for the scrap heap. The first thing I bought with my signing bonus was Bob's tank, as I call it. A brand new Dodge Ram 1550 with its HEMI V-8. It didn't take a lot of convincing to get him behind the wheel. I now think he loves that truck more than me."

Debbie smiled knowingly, reached out and patted Susan's hand in a friendly manner.

At that juncture, one of the cocktail waitresses showed up with a tray of champagne flutes. Each woman took one, Susan took a long pull on hers and her curiosity eventually got the better of her, pointing to the waitress showing off her feminine endowments with a low-cut blouse, Susan had to ask, "Debbie, I'm confused, how can this organization profess to be about woman's rights and yet condone the debasement of these woman servers?"

This produced a belly laugh from Debbie, "My dear, those aren't woman, they are all males, and each is associated with one of our members."

"You've got to be kidding!"

"No my dear, here let me introduce you to someone." Debbie raised her hand over her head and snapped her fingers. Within seconds, an attractive albeit broad shouldered heavy set woman, flaunting her womanly charms in a tight fitting low cut top and miniskirt scurried over to them with a try of Champaign glasses balanced precariously. "How may I help you ladies?"

Debbie smiled and said, "Susan let me introduce you to my husband. This is Tamie."

Debbie rambled on, "Tamie, I would like you to meet our newest member, Susan Turner."

Still balancing the tray Tamie did a perfect curtsy in greeting his wife's new friend.

A bewildered Susan looked around for a hidden camera and inquired, "That's your husband? You must be putting me on."

"This is no joke. We have been happily married for almost 20 years, and will continue that way for the next six months, until Tom has his final surgery. Isn't that right dear?"

Tamie answered, "No ma'am that's incorrect! It's precisely five months, two weeks and three days."

Debbie smiled at the response, grabbed two more flutes of Champaign and released him to duties with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"He never brought much to the table in the cerebral category, however he has always been as cute as a bug. I love the dear soul to pieces."

"Debbie, your husband is as feminine as any woman I've ever seen; my god in that outfit I would have thought his was a candidate for playmate of the year, not a man in disguise. Was he always so effeminate?"

"Oh heavens no, we met when he pulled me over for speeding. He was a cigar smoking, beer drinking motorcycle cop. As you can see he was always diminutive in stature, so he overcompensated by being a macho bastard."

"It wasn't until after we were married that we discovered his feminine side. Because he loved me he agreed to be a contestant in our beauty pageant. He threw himself in his preparations and found himself addicted to dressing. At the pageant Tamie finished as runner up three years ago. He was auctioned off to a man. He was bought by a big stud of a biker. He found that after one night in skirts and a romantic date, he wanted to spend his life as a woman. Their love of motorcycles bonded them together. They dated for several months. As I found out on our honeymoon, Tamie has a very talented mouth. It turned out his gifts aren't limited to pussy as they became ardent lovers."

"Your husband loves another man and that doesn't disturb you?"

"No I'm not making myself clear. Tamie was in lust with his biker boyfriend. Once the novelty of sucking cock wore off, he realized what he was really in love with was being womanly. He did everything he could to perfect his feminine image. Maybe he had a man crush; but he was never in love with biker Bill, he reserved the feeling of love for me. Almost two years ago, we had 'the talk'. He confessed he was tired of pretending and wanted to go all the way and become a woman."

"That didn't upset you?"

"Oh God no! Imitation is the ultimate form of flattery. He loves me and says being a real woman will make him feel closer to me. I celebrate all men who self-identify as female. They symbolize true progress toward gender neutrality."

"Your husband is going to become a woman because he loves you?"

"Oh heavens no, he is doing that for himself, or should I say herself?

Debbie heaved a sigh and said, "I've supported him every way I can. I got him to a good endocrinologist, and paid for his hormones. I gave up my evenings to train him in feminine mannerisms. I cheerfully paid for all his cosmetic surgeries. Last Christmas I even signed him up for modeling lessons."

"He is now looking forward to becoming a full-fledged member of FFL."

"The law in this state won't view us as man and wife after his SRS. We probably won't share a bed on regular basis anymore. We still plan on remaining best friends. He is just a dear sweet person."

"Sue, from what you have told me, it would probably help your husband to spend some time here at the club. Tamie would be happy to show him the ropes."

"I don't know Debbie. Sure my husband has some flaws and could use some sensitivity training. However I'm hard pressed to see how putting Bob in a skirt will accomplish anything. I certainly don't want him to become a woman. I just want a more considerate husband."

Sue watched in fascination as another feminized male pranced by. "I'm intrigued, by all this; please tell me more. All Candy told me was this organization was concerned with ensuring female suffrage. How did that morph into making men dress and act like women?"

Smiling widely at Susan's naiveté, Debbie took a deep breath and paused to consider her words carefully. "Susan, I'm sick and tired of people mouthing platitudes about equal rights for women. The male mind is taught from an early age that boys are better than girls...we here know that's a myth, sadly many males still believe that old-fashioned idea. We're light years beyond seeking equal opportunities for women. Now is the time to ensure female superiority, the way God intended it. Women, from an early age are taught to be weak and soft and never compete with men. Our mothers taught us to defer to men, and only concern ourselves with our outward beauty. Men take advantage of the old-fashioned concept of the perfect female body. Our male driven society determines what women should look like and insists that we always be submissive to them. Striving to attain that ideal takes its toll on women in the form of physical pain, health problems, medical procedures, costs of beauty products, time and effort, and damaging psychological effects.

"God forbid a woman doesn't measure up to that standard. Men ensure there are consequences for women who fail to reach their definition of beauty. Men use that as a way to control all women. I'm convinced all the violence in society can be directly attributed to testosterone."

"Surely Debbie, not all men can be held accountable for that."

"Pardon the language; but that's horseshit! As far as I'm concerned, they are all equally responsible. I would like to see a future of female supremacy and domination."

"Since that's not currently possible, we here at FFL feel it is only fitting, that men be given the opportunity to experience the search for ultimate femininity. Let them strive for that ideal of a perfect body. It is so amusing to watch a man spend a day in five-inch stilettos. After that experience I bet you he will never again ask his wife to wear shoes like that, even for an evening out."

"Each member has the option of nominating one male to join our serving staff. It can be a boyfriend, husband, ex-husband, a son, brother, or even a father. That choice is left to the member, as is their length of servitude."

"So you force these men to dress like this?" Susan said pointing to one very attractive server in a pink mini dress and five-inch hells struggle towards the kitchen with a heavy try of empty glasses.

"No dear, don't misunderstand. We don't force anyone to do anything. Well that's not entirely true. Several of our serving girls are here as part of their divorce settlements. However the vast majority serve merely to demonstrate their love for their partner."

"Debbie, will my husband have to serve? I love him and wouldn't intentionally want to humiliate him."

"No dear, you may of course offer him the opportunity; however the decision to become a FFL waitress is something that he must want to do — for whatever reason. There is a rigorous training program each prospective candidate must complete before he is allowed on the floor."

"Let be put all my cards on the table. We have vast financial resources at our disposal, between the cash cow of our gentleman's club, inheritances from dead husbands and a lot of lucrative divorce settlements we're sitting pretty. If we were to just tithe the members we would raise considerably more money than the beauty pageant brings in. But where's the fun in that?

Besides, having the men in our lives willingly subject themselves to feminization; changes the social dynamic of every marriage. Once a man has voluntarily been in public in lingerie, heels, make up and a skirt he is never the same. It's a matter of power and control. As a wife will always have that over him.

I'm glad to hear you still love you husband. Love drives away fear and anxiety. Your exposure to this club will change your relationship with your husband. I believe it'll help grow your love and bring you closer together."

The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 2 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose 

The first meeting and discussion with Debbie was an eye-opener for Susan. A very determined woman drove home that night ready for a possible showdown with her husband.

Susan walked into the living room and found Bob watching a rerun of last year's Super bowl on the sports channel. Bob muted the TV and asked, "Suzy how was your day?"

"Go pour two glasses of merlot, then join me in the den we need to talk."

Bob thought, 'Oh no, here we go again, she only gets that tone, when her Femi-Nazi sensitivities have been upset.'

He poured the wine and handed a glass to Susan; she sat on the couch and patted the seat next to her, "Sit!"

She'd mentally run through her argument several times on the drive home. She took a large sip for liquid courage and got right to it.

"Bob, I took the afternoon off and attended a meeting of my new woman's club."

Bob nodded his head, feigning interest.

"Bob, you know I graduated at the top of my class in business school. I've worked my ass off and have outshone all my male counterparts. The good-old-boy network has been reluctant to acknowledge my true worth; my promotions have always been given grudgingly."

Bob thought, 'Here she goes again with the glass ceiling crap.' Sue complained constantly to Bob about her male superiors condescending attitudes to her and women in general. Bob listened; but didn't truly see what Susan had to complain about. Bob thought her constant grumbling about a sexist attitude in the workspace was nothing other than being over-sensitive; his big mistake was today he told her that.

"Honey, you just got a huge promotion and what they're paying you is more money than we'll ever need. Let's be honest. You're at the top of your field. All this whining about sexism seems to me to be over reaction. Look at yourself; you're an attractive, -He almost said middle-aged but was smart enough to skip that modifier and decided to go with, successful woman. It doesn't seem to have held you back any."

Susan took a deep breath, and Bob could see the thunderclouds gathering on her face as her lips tightened. Then Sue sprung the trap shut like a man eating Venus fly trap. She gave a very dramatic sighed and went on. "Bob, I know you love me, however I need for you to demonstrate just how strong that feeling is."

Trying to recover, Bob took both of Sue's hands in his and said, "Sue, I love you with all my heart. I owe you my life; there isn't anything I won't do for you."

Sue smiled and coolly responded, "Words are cheap. We'll see about that. I want you to prove it to me!"

Bob was astounded, "What do you want me to do?"

"There is this womanless Beauty Pageant at the club, to raise money for charity. I would like you to participate as a contestant."

"What the hell is a womanless Beauty Pageant?"

"Bob, sometimes you're dimmer than a 5 watt light bulb. Womanless beauty pageants are just what they sound like, beauty pageants without women. They are identical to any other beauty contests, except men are the ones wearing the sparkling dresses, heavy make-up and big hair."

Before Bob could recover from the shock, she continued with her well thought out argument.

"This event is a major moneymaker for the club. We use the profits to support numerous women's issues locally."

Getting his voice back Bob squeaked out, "Let me see if I have this right. You expect me to dress up as a woman and go before some judges to determine who's the prettiest? Kind of like a wet t-shirt contest except for guys."

"Oh heavens no!"

Bob thought for a moment she'd come to her senses.

"I've a checklist in my purse. There is a lot more than acting and looking pretty — of course that's a big part of it. The idea is to expose you to the entire pageant experience. You must prepare and present yourself in the same fashion any woman entering a beauty pageant does."

Poking at his spare tire she said, "I recommend you start exercising and go on a diet. Then once you get your figure in shape you'll need to purchase all the appropriate undergarments, to go with the outfits. You'll need one for your interview, an evening gown, and a costume for your talent contest."

Fighting back his laughter he said, "Is that all?"

"Oh, thanks for reminding me. There is one more small detail, the swimsuit contest."

"Bikini or one piece," Bob jokingly replied.

"That's entirely up to you dear. Whatever you'd feel more comfortable in will be fine."

Bob had to bite his cheek to keep a straight face. "Sue, you can't be serious? What you're asking is for me to make a total fool of myself, prancing around like some Nancy Boy for your girlfriend's amusement."

Susan got a stern look on her face, "Didn't you just say you'd do anything for me? I know I'm asking a lot. Can't you do this for me? Remember this is a charity event. We can have a few laughs while helping the community."

"A few laughs, just who is this we?"

"The audience, silly, lighten up for Pete's sake. No one expects you guys to be convincing. The fun comes from watching you struggle with your presentation."

"I'm only asking you to do what thousands of young women do every year. Put their bodies on display to entertain a sex crazed audience. In your case it'll be mostly women; however the principle's the same."

"Sue, I've never said I approve of Beauty Pageants."

"That may be true; but you never objected either. All it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing"?

At that point, Sue put on her best sad puppy dog face and broke out sobbing, the tears flowed like water.

Between sobs Sue got out, "Honey I love you, I don't want to embarrass you. All I'm asking is that you put your precious male pride aside for a good cause."

Rob, knew once the tears started he was lost. He would do anything for this woman. She had saved his life. "If it means that much to you, I guess I can play dress up for one night."

"Don't be ridiculous honey; the contest is over a month away. It'll require more than one night to get ready. Your preparation will take days. Aside from the cloths and makeup you must be ready to go through an interview, and participate in a talent contest. You must compete in the whole thing. The objective is to show you how demeaning these meat markets are to woman. While at the same time entertain the audience and raise a boatload of money."

Bob mumbled, "No fucking way."

Sue got red-faced and said, "Bob, your refusal to see the light when it comes to my feminism beliefs, has got to stop or else!"

Jumping to his feet Bob responded, "Or else what?"

"Or else we are finished."

A shocked Bob took his wine and finished it in a large gulp. "That sounds like an ultimatum."

Sue sat and with tears running down her face, and replied, "I hadn't thought of it that way however I guess you're right."

Sue handed Bob a packet of papers containing his signup sheet and the rules.

"If you decide to participate, these forms all need to be signed and notarized. Let me know what you decide. In the interim, my bedroom is off limits to you, plan on sleeping in the guestroom. We'll talk about our possible future later."

Bob was shocked, he'd assumed everything was fine in their marriage — true their sex-life had been lacking any real intensity and, if he was truthful, intimacy lately. Bob just figured that it was a lull that every married couple experienced.

A sleepless night followed. Bob remembered all the nights his wife had slept in a chair next to his bed while he recovered and learned to walk again. He blamed himself for the accident; however Sue was the one to consistently pull him from his doldrums and refused to let him wallow in self pity. She not only provided the family with its financial support. She was also Bob's emotional crutch. Bob had no choice but to swallow his pride.

Sue was sitting in the breakfast nook sipping a cup of tea. A weary eyed Bob stumbled into the room. Susan had a little smile on her face, the kind that usually meant she's up to something. "Suzy, I love you and can't stand to see you upset. So I will have my application completed and in the mail today. I can do this if you'll help me — I know nothing about this girlie stuff."

"Bob, I'm delighted to hear you've come to your senses, however you're still missing the point. I'm not allowed to help you in any significant way. The concept is for the male participants to learn what women have to go through to present the feminine image society demands of us. I can give you advice on where to find resources but that's all I can do."

Sue collected the breakfast dishes and put them in the sink for Bob to get to later.

"Bob, you've made me so happy. Let's celebrate, how about you preparing your famous Beef Stew Burgundy. It's my favorite."

"Of course honey, I will have to run to the store for the ingredients. I assume you'd like dinner at our usual time."

Bob reached his car when he realized he needed a bottle of good rich red burgundy. The last time he was at the local liquor store, they didn't have what he needed. So he returned to the house to find the phone number and call first to save time. Bob picked up the kitchen extension and heard Susan on the phone talking to another woman. What he heard wounded him to the core.

"Candy, he agreed. All it took was a few crocodile tears and he folded like a cheap suit, how about Phil?"

"I threatened to cut him off from sex, the mere thought of being celibate had him begging to participate. — Well begging is probably an exaggeration; however he was on his knees. The bottom line is he agreed to play ball."

"Sue men are so predictable; they are nothing more than domesticated animals, which if treated with firmness, can be trained to do almost anything. I don't know about you, the image of our spouses prancing around like a couple of gay caballeros is going to be hilarious."

"Yes Candy, I've a great idea, why don't we go in together and hire a professional photographer to film the entire contest."

Amid the gales of laughter Bob hung up the phone. What Bob didn't hear, because he'd hung up, was what Sue said next, "Candy, what I'm looking forward to the most is to just to expose Bob to what we women go though. I want to share those experiences with him. Bob is still my best friend I think that this can bring us closer together."

"Oh gag me with a spoon that's oh so sweet," responded Candy sarcastically.

@ @ @ @

Bob was furious at his wife's duplicity. Determined to get even, he paid a visit to Phil later in the afternoon to develop an appropriate counter plan.

In the following weeks, Sue inquired numerous times if Bob had everything he needed for his big night. Bob assured Sue everything was on track. He and Phil were going shopping Saturday for their formals. Bob thought that was all true, 'Goodwill here we come.'

The big night was finally here. Sue agreed to drive Bob to the club for the pageant. Bob placed his case on the rear seat. As he climbed into the car, he felt trapped between terror and nausea. He rode the short distance to the club in total silence and tried to stop himself from getting carsick or worse yet wetting himself. The parking lot was packed, people scurried about mindlessly, some with bags, and some carried dresses wrapped in garment bags. Bob's loins tightened, his head grew light at the thought of what was ahead of him. He figured he'd come this far he would just brazen it out and see what happens. He sighed in despair and leaned into the car. Sue wished him luck and kissed him on the lips.

Phil and Bob met up in the parking lot and carried their suitcases to the club auditorium. Bob chanting in his head, 'I can do this, I can do this.' They knocked on the stage door; Bob reached into his pocket and retrieved an old fashioned hipflask that belonged to his dead father. After taking a deep drink he passed it to Phil, who greedily finished it before handing the empty container back.

Bob stood at the door of the dressing room scared silly; he had a plague of man-eating butterflies in his stomach. Phil turned and pulled Bob into the dressing room. They found a maelstrom of barely organized chaos. Guys were rushing all about in various stages of dress. There was a forced gaiety and the maturity of a children's play yard. Most of the men were obviously treating this as a lark, everyone except Bob and Phil were going through the motions. A few of the contestants were deadly serious about the competition and seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.

Bob and Phil put on the housedresses from Goodwill, and yarn Halloween wigs from Target, for footwear they decided on matching pink fluffy bedroom slippers. Their feminine figure was created from old sports bras stuffed with water balloons. All in all, it made them resemble rejects from the Beverly Hillbillies show. Makeup was limited to a heavy dose of red lipstick. They waited fretfully for the contest to begin. Their first steps into public masquerading as sissies were absolutely nerve wracking, with Bob about to pee his pants.

The show started with the entire group being paraded on stage in mass. Bob and Phil managed to stand in the last row hidden from scrutiny. Each girl was called individually to the microphone and asked to introduce herself and identify who she was representing.

When Bob's number was called he selected the stage name of Bubbles and did a mock curtsey as he said he was there as Susan Turner's representative. He was greeted by a chores of boo's.

They started his interview, with the ridiculous question of what winning the crown would mean to him. In a rasping falsetto voice Bob's answer didn't go over very well, "It will get my wife to stop nagging me."

Returning to the dressing room to change into their formals, both Bob and Phil were given the cold shoulder by the other contestants. Bob's outfit consisted of a red mini dress, fishnet stocking, black high-top tennis shoes, a white t-shirt that spelled hot in sparkles. He did make some effort with his makeup, applying mascara, eye shadow, lip-gloss, and rouge.

Phil shocked Bob, first he wrestled on a flesh colored elastic panty that flattened his crotch, then he produced an old purple Bridesmaid dress of Candy's and a pair of white high heels. The way Phil wobbled around made even Bob laugh.

As Bob was called on the walkway, his presence was met with a mild grumbling from the crowd. He had no choice; he had to stick it out. He pranced down the walkway with an exaggerated sissy gate.

That ordeal over, which left the talent contest as the next hurtle. Phil wore a grass skirt, a coconut bra and attempted to do a hula. Bob had decided on baton twirling, figuring how hard could that be?

His first throw hit an overhead light and landed in the audience hitting one of the judges in the head. Again, Bob was booed off the stage.

That left only the bathing suit competition. Bob wore a pair of cut off jeans, and a t-shirt so short his hairy belly button showed. Phil wore a lime green one piece suit he found at goodwill.

@ @ @ @

Then the ultimate humiliation, all the contestants where arranged on stage in the order of their finish. The winner was announced amongst great cheers. Then her services for a day were auctioned off. Bob was shocked when the bidding reached a grand. Each girl was called in turn based on how they had finished in the judging.

Bob and Phil were the last to be auctioned off. They were the last two on the stage. Bob had guilt trickling through his veins as surely as if he'd been bitten by a rattle snake. The yarn wig sitting on his head was like a heat lamp and made his scalp itch which only added to his discomfort.

Phil who finished second from last was placed on the auction block. His services were sold for a mortifying buck twenty-five.

Bob was feeling queasy, as the dead last contestant, the auctioneer worked the crowd hard, nevertheless could only get a single offer of 38 cents. Bob pleaded with his eyes to Susan to get her to up the ante.

Nothing doing, Susan was delighted at his humiliation, thinking that it only served him right.

After the bidders paid their donations, all the participants were ushered directly to the lobby where they were paired up with their new owners and required to participate in a social mixer. Phil and Bob stayed together like a pair of conjoined twins. They knew they were in for a firestorm of shit and roamed the hall searching for their wives. They finally found them standing in a group at the rear of the auditorium. A distinguished gray haired man stood next to Candy, Susan, who looked like she had been sucking on a lemon was with the female version of King Kong wearing a pair of overalls with Sally's Sanitation Services embroidered on the chest. They both watched Bob approach; she had an angry smirk on her face. As Bob stepped up to the group, Susan made the introductions. "Sally, this is your slave for tomorrow. Meet Miss Bubbles."

Sally merely handed Bob a card and said, "Be here at 6 AM, wear a dress that you aren't afraid of getting dirty. Be prepared for a day of scrubbing floors and scouring toilets."

Turning to his wife, Bob asked, "Why do I have to wear a dress?"

Susan barked in a disgusted manner, "Because the rules clearly state the slave will perform his duties in feminine attire. If you'd bothered to read the instructions, you'd have known that!"

Bob was feeling sorry for himself until Phil whispered, "Don't bitch buddy. I have to spend the morning taking ballroom dancing lessons, and then I've an appointment for a makeover followed by a date at the sky view restaurant for a romantic evening of dancing."

"Yuck, I think I would rather clean toilets," remarked Bob.

Bob and Phil, still dressed in their bathing suits, left to go back to the dressing room to change, only to find the room locked. In a panic, they returned to find their wives to catch a ride home. In horror they discovered that both woman had left, leaving their husbands stranded. With no money between them, they were forced to walk to Phil's house; which was only a couple miles away. Phil hurried into the house; a mortified Bob stood on the curb, and tried to hide behind a light pole.

Phil returned with his car keys and drove Bob to his home.

Phil dropped Bob off at the foot of his driveway and immediately sped home to make amends with his girlfriend.

A dejected Bob walked up the long walkway to the front door. The house was dark; Susan must have gone to bed. Bob tried the front door only to find it locked. Then taped to the door he noticed envelope addressed to Bubbles. Opening it Bob found a note from Sue.

'Bob, I'm so mad at you I don't want to see you tonight. I've packed an overnight bag for you and put it in your truck. In the bag you'll find an old housedress of mine, a pair of low-heeled white pumps, a handbag with your makeup and sufficient cash to rent a cheap motel room for the night. Make sure you show up in the morning properly attired. It's Bubbles' first day on the job. You do want to make a good first impression don't you? Come home after your period of service and maybe I will have calmed down enough to talk to you about this.

One more thing Bob, you'd better do a good job for Sally tomorrow or don't bother coming home.'

To soften the impact she added, 'P.S. I still love you; I just don't like you at the moment.'

@ @ @ @

In a daze, Bob staggered to his truck, lugged his overnight bag out of the truck bed with a heavy heart. Using the truck to screen him from the street he removed the dress his wife had carefully folded from the bag. He slipped it over his head, grateful for the warmth and concealment it provided. He clumsily climbed into the cab. Bob drove to the area of town known as skid row. He checked into a sleazy motel with nothing but a quizzical look from the desk clerk. Bob showered and lay on the bed. He was unable to sleep so he spent the time in serious reflection. Bob dearly loved his wife and owed her so much. She had given him the strength to continue after he had killed their daughter. She never once blamed him for the accident. That is a debt you can never repay. Sue had changed after the accident. She had become callous to other people's feelings. It was as if she had closed herself off from feeling again. Bob blamed himself for that too.

Bob was up early, showered again and spent a long time in the bathroom applying the makeup Susan had provided. The wig ended up in the trash can. A brush through his hair and he was ready. Bob opened the door just enough to get a look around to ensure he wouldn't be seen entering his truck.

@ @ @ @

The day seemed to last an eternity, as Bob scrubbed one disgusting toilet after another. At the end of the day, Sally released Bob with a final retort, "Sissy, your wife lied to me. She said you'd be off lollygagging every chance your got. You're actually a hard worker. I can see a future for you as a hygiene engineer. She handed him a business card and said, "If you ever need a full time job, come see me."

@ @ @ @

While Bob had been working for Miss Sally, Sue's day hadn't been much better. Veronica had called her early that morning to ask her to attend an emergency meeting at the club.

Sue had arrived to find herself expected and ushered to a conference room where over a dozen women were already waiting for her. The whole atmosphere in the room gave Sue the impression that a tribunal of some sort had been called. That feeling was confirmed when she was seated at a chair facing a semicircle of other chairs filled with the rest of the women. Veronica was seated opposite her.

"Sue, thank you for coming," Veronica said.

Sue smiled nervously, not sure what was going to transpire. She was sure that it had to do with Bob's performance yesterday, although she didn't know how that might involve her. All she could assume was that her peers had decided that she wasn't someone they wanted to associate with. It was a shame too...the club seemed to be a fun place and the goals of the members as murky as they are, appealed to her.

Veronica continued, "I have to tell you that we were more than a bit disappointed in your husband's behavior during the pageant yesterday. It has made us wonder if his attitudes would affect how you would conduct yourself as a member of the club and whether you would really embrace the philosophy of the club."

Her pause invited Sue to respond in some manner, so she said, "Veronica, ladies...I have to apologize for my husband's conduct yesterday. He isn't normally rude and disrespectful; I don't know what got into him."

"Yes, that's good to hear; however if you become a full member he will have contact with other members of the club and their husbands. We have serious concerns about how he would influence you."

Sue nodded sadly, resigned to being black-balled out of becoming a member of the club.

"I am sorry. I wish that there was a way to apologize more for Bob's behavior and to prove that there would not be a problem."

Veronica smiled warmly at her, trying to reassure her. "Sue, this is not the first time that this kind of thing has taken place. If you intend to keep Bob in your life, we need to know that he understands how he insulted us and that his conduct was unacceptable."

"I understand, Veronica," Sue said. "I'll make sure Bob offers a sincere apology and that his attitude changes."

That got an approving nod from Veronica and several of the other ladies around the table. Until now, everyone else had been observers. Now, there was a flurry of activity as they all were talking at once.

Veronica called for order, "Sue...to assist you, several of the ladies will act as an advisory team for you. They will monitor Bob's behavior and when appropriate suggest various ways to help you guide your husband along. Just so you know we had to discuss Phil's behavior with Candy as well. We just cannot accept that kind of attitude from a member's significant other, if they are going to be an important member of the club."

Veronica introduced the rest of the ladies gathered there and pointed out those who had volunteered to work with her. Everyone was very polite and friendly. With tenseness of the meeting behind them, Sue and her advisory team adjourned to a large table in the club's restaurant to get to know each other better and to lay out possible ways to help Bob learn from his past mistakes.

The group laid out their general philosophy on behavior modification. Sue was told she would be required to guide Bob along his path. As a rule of thumb the club preferred not to force him - a lot more carrot than stick. It was explained every decision he made should be his own. If he merely follows Sue's instruction his actions may become acceptable but his attitudes are unlikely to change.

@ @ @ @

Bob made the drive home fearful of what awaited him. He parked next to the front door. As he climbed down from the truck his heart raced as he noticed several suitcases on the porch. The door was locked when he tried his house key he found the locks had been changed. He rang the doorbell and waited. Eventually he heard footsteps approach the door. Sue opened it, yet kept the chain latched. Peeking out she said, "How did it go?"

Taking a deep breath he responded, "Fine, can I come in?"

Sue fresh from her advisory meeting, longed to have Bob come in so they could make up, however following her advice instead passed another envelope out the door. "I know what you've been thinking Bob, just appease me for a few days, say you're sorry and it'll all blow over. Well not this time buster. You're going to pay the piper. I packed your laptop, some clothes and your toiletries in the suitcases for you. Here is some more cash; if you're frugal it'll last until Friday. Come back about noon and we'll talk, now skedaddle. I want to be alone."

Sue firmly closed the door in his face and leaned against it and cried briefly for what she was doing. Finally she dried her tears and concluded that in the end it will make Bob a better person and husband.

With no other alternative Bob ambled back to his truck, loaded the suitcases in the back. He sat in the cab and counted out the money his wife had provided. A quick mental calculation he realized he'd just enough money for four more nights at his old motel, and enough left over for a few meals at Mickey D's, if he ate off the dollar menu.

She watched him through the peep hole in the door. As his truck neared the end of the drive way, she stepped out and waved goodbye. Bob missed the loving gesture and drove back to his room in a total daze. He negotiated a slightly better rate for his week's stay. Bob threw the suitcases on the bed. He was totally bewildered when he discovered they contained only women's clothes. Bob recognized them as Sue's hand me downs; ones she'd designated to be given to charity. There wasn't a single item of male clothing among the contents.

Bob thought, 'Alright that is Sue's way of getting even. If a week's humiliation is the price he would have to pay to get back in her good graces. He'll pay those dues. He loved her with all his heart; he deeply regretted his insensitive conduct and missed her terribly.'

The rest of the week Bob holed up in his room he ventured out only late at night to go to the drive through window to get his meals. Friday finally arrived. He dressed in the best outfit available, after surfing the net for help on applying makeup he spent extra time making himself look as presentable as possible. Bob drove to his home with great expectations for reconciliation with his estranged wife. He parked in the drive way, used the review mirror to check his appearance and marched to the front door with his heart pounding. He rang the door bell and waited, and waited. He was almost incapacitated by the fear of what was ahead of him. Finally it opened, much to his surprise, it wasn't Sue, rather it was her friend Debbie, who answered the door. With a goofy smile on her face, she turned into the room and yelled, "He's here!"

From within Bob heard his wife ask, "How's he look?"

Debbie turned to Bob and with her finger did a whirling motion signifying Bob was to spin around while Debbie conducted her inspection.

Debbie answered Sue's question with, "Aside from a run in his pantyhose he appears to have made an effort."

Debbie mocked Bob with the snide remark, "Not so manly now are we Bubbles?"

Sue interrupted the torment with, "Well Debbie, thanks for your advice, let him in. I'll see you next week and let you know how it goes."

Debbie let Bob in and pointed, "She'll see you now."

Sue reclined on the sofa with a pile of folders in her lap.

Sue looked up and did smile, "Bob you do look nice. Tell me just how hard was it to present yourself like this?"

"Not that hard."

"No of course it wasn't! If you'd put that much effort into your preparations for the pageant we wouldn't be having this conversation."

She pointed to the blue brocade chair across from her and motioned for Bob to sit.

Bob wearing a dress knew enough to keep his knees together. Bob sat nervously on the designated chair, his wife on the couch across from him appeared calm and relaxed. He sat up straight and started his formal rehearsed apology, "Sue let me start with an apology."

Sue cut him off; her voice dripping with contempt, "Shut up! This is going to be a one-way conversation. If I want to hear your opinion, I'll ask for it. Otherwise sit there like a good little child and listen. After a lot of introspection, I've come to the realization your juvenile actions during the pageant were deliberately disrespectful to me and all woman. You may not have killed my love for you but it certainly damaged it."

"During the last few days my friends from the club have been advising me on what course of action to take in regards to our marriage."

Bob's head spun, he became light headed. He grabbed hold of the chair for stability. Sweat poured down his face. His eyes leaked a tiny bit. Sue retrieved a box of tissues from the coffee table and threw them to him and mockingly said, "Hey, now don't get all emotional on me. It'll ruin your makeup."

Sue let Bob stew in his own juices for a while then continued, "Calm down Bob, I'm not going to divorce you - for now. I can't live in the same house as you right now. That's until you can make amends for your conduct, and eliminate your myopic masculine attitude."

Bob started to say something until Sue shook her finger at him in a no, no manner.

"I can imagine you have a million questions. Let me finish what I have to say. Then if you still have questions I will allow you speak."

"As we both know this is my house. For the next year, my house will be off limits to you. Where you live is entirely up to you; but it'll not be here."

Handing Bob the first envelope Sue continued. "Bob, I won't throw you out on the street. I'll keep on supporting you because I think there is a chance for us. As a team we survived the worst thing that can happen to parents. I look back on those dark days and can still see the loving father of my child. So here is what I'm going to do. In that envelope are two prepaid credit cards, each with a $5,000 limit. One is made out in the name of Robert Turner, the other in the name of Bubbles Turner.

Don't give me that look Bob; you picked the name not me. The last thing you'll find in there is a debit card. As long as I believe you're making an effort to reform your sexist attitude I will put a $100 a week into that account — call it spousal support. How you spend the money is your business."

Handing him a second envelope, she said, "Here is your old driver's license and medical insurance card and new ones of each under the name of Bubbles Turner. It took some doing nevertheless that is now your legal name."

"My legal name is Bubbles? How?"

"Yes, you have a liking for it. There is a judge who's a club member, she made all the arrangements. So everyone from social security, to the DMV and IRS now know you as Bubbles Turner. I think it's a hoot."

"Before I allow you to speak be aware there is no chance I'm going to change my mind. Now what are your questions?"

"Sue look at me, I've really made an effort, I shaved my legs, arms and even my armpits to show you I'm making an effort."

"Bubbles, you have so much to learn. Being a woman is more than looking like one. It'll take a lot of effort on your part to learn what it means to be a woman. Are you willing to do that to win my trust back?"

"You want me to become woman?"

"Don't be ridiculous, I merely want you to experience all the things we women must go through because of the demands of our chauvinistic society. Walk a mile in my shoes kind of thing. I'm convinced this drastic step is the only way to open your eyes."

"Can I take my stuff?"

"No everything that was yours has been thrown out."

After a moment's thought Bob asked, "How will you determine if I'm making progress?"

"That's a good question. I've given it a great deal of thought. We'll meet on a weekly basis. Plan on a noon brunch date every Sunday at my club. I'll expect a complete report on your preparations at that time."

"Any more questions?"

"Why one year?"

"Oh that's the really fun part. You'll participate in the beauty pageant again next year. In the grand scheme of things a one year break in our marriage isn't so long. It'll give both of us a chance to reevaluate our priorities. Your return as my husband will depend solely on your attitude adjustments and how well you do in the pageant."

Wearing a triumphant smile she finished with, "Now here's the best part. Phil, your partner in all this, is likewise on probation. Candy and I've made a wager. Whosever husband finishes higher in next year's pageant will be declared the winner."

Then with a smug expression she said, "The loser will completely reimburse the winner for all expenses incurred in there preparation."

Sue wagged her finger at Bob, "God help you Robert if you cause me lose that bet!"

Sue sat back in her chair and casually mentioned, "Oh, one more thing, there will be absolutely no communication between you and Phil. We don't want any chance of collusion between you two. Make no mistake about it; this is a competition between the two of you. May the best woman win. Hee hee."

Bob sank into an emotional swamp as Sue handed Bob a ledger book and said, "Therefore you'll need to keep a detailed accounting of every penny spent. You and Phil will have identical accounts to start so there is no marked financial advantage by one person. You have a job, so if you want; that income may also be used."

"Now if there is nothing else you may leave. I've a date to get ready for."

Bob with sweat glistening on his forehead inquired, "You're going on a date as in date - date?"

"Bobby, don't you dare question my activities."

"Bobby?"

"Yes dear, that name of Bubbles is despicable; the nickname of Bobby is much more appropriate. For the next year, despite your legal name, I will only refer to you as Bobby. Do you have a problem with that?"

A totally defeated and shell-shocked Bob stood and said, "No dear. I will see you next Sunday at noon."

Bob turned to leave Sue called out, "Stop, get back here. Give me a kiss; I'm still your wife. Remember I'm doing this for your own good."

Bob took her in his arms and tried to kiss her on the lips. Sue turned her head and only allowed him to kiss her cheek.

As Bob walked to the front door he mumbled, "I'm so screwed!"

Sue overheard and replied, "You can go that way if you want, I personally think it's a little too soon for that kind of conduct. However the decision is obviously yours. Have a good week."

A beaten Bob drove to the local gas station, filled up his truck and purchased a newspaper to start his apartment search. Maddeningly his problems seemed insurmountable, having no experience at this girlie thing. To survive the next year Bob would have to improvise every step of the way.

His next stop was back to the Goodwill store to buy man clothes; he'd no plans to dress as a woman for the next twelve months.

That night, Bob set aside his anger and decided he would do whatever it took to get his wife back. He sat and laid out a plan on how to approach next year's pageant. Bob didn't realistically expect to win the entire thing. After all, this year's winner was more feminine than the average housewife. Fortunately that wasn't a requirement. He merely had to come in ahead of Phil. He made the decision, if he was going to compete, he was determined to be the best damn woman he could be, no half measures this time.

The contest hadn't even been announced yet. Bob felt he had a head start on everyone except Phil. He had five days to do something that would clearly demonstrate to Susan he was serious about learning to present himself as a female. He started with a thorough search on the internet for female impersonators. Before he was done he had bookmarked over a hundred sites. Bob established a daily routine; he would get up, exercise for 45 minutes, shower, eat and then work on his IT projects until one PM. The rest of the day was spent on research.

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The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 3 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

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Sunday arrived before he knew it. With great trepidation he drove to Sue's club. With a premonition of doom he climbed the stairs to the front door and paused for several seconds before he worked up the nerve to pull the door open. Sue was waiting for him in the lobby. It was a tad awkward as Bob wasn't sure how to greet his wife. She solved the issue by rushing to him and giving him a loving hug. She held his hand and led him to a table in the dining area. A waitress (male or female Bob wasn't sure) arrived almost immediately and took their drink order. Sue stood and said, "Come on Bobby, it's an all you can eat buffet."

Bob followed his wife through the serving line. As they sat Sue was shocked to see all Bob had on his plate was fresh fruit and dry toast. With a quizzical look she stared at her husband and said, "Is that all you're eating?"

"Yes dear, I've started a diet, as well as a vigorous cardiovascular exercise program. I'm determined to lose my spare tire. I've determined that if I lose about a pound a week; in a year I will be down to the ideal weight for a...a woman my height and age."

Sue beamed at her husband with delight. She reached across the table and squeezed his hand as she said, "I'm really proud of you. A diet takes a lot of dedication. Maybe there is hope for us yet."

Susan did the mental arithmetic and realized that if he did what he said; he would end up weighing less than her.

Sue dug into her eggs Benedict with gusto and between mouthfuls asked, "What kind of exercises are you doing?"

"No weight training, I skip rope; do deep knee bends, lunges and lots of sit-ups. "I'm thinking about adding running to my workout regimen, as soon as I pick up the necessary equipment."

"That's a good choice; it'll help shape your gangly legs."

Bob had hoped for a long visit with his wife; but as soon as she'd finished her brunch she excused herself saying she had another date.

"Oh that look, I'm sorry Bobby that was a poor choice of words. I've an appointment to interview a potential live in maid." Sue kissed her husband on the top of the head and said, "I realize this all seems harsh to you; but in the long run it'll help build a solid foundation for our future together. I love you. Have a nice day, keep up the good work. I'll see you next week."

The week passed with agonizing slowness. Bob redoubled his efforts to please Sue. He started Sunday morning with a long slow jog to help relieve his tensions. After a quick shower and change of clothes he arrived at the club twenty minutes early hoping to catch Sue. After four laps around the parking lot, he didn't see Sue's car and gave up. He parked his truck in the first available spot. At the stroke of 12, he entered the club, and prayed Sue would again be waiting for him. The lobby's interior design made Bob extremely ill at ease. He passed through and found the dining area. He spent several minute scanning the room. There were a couple of alcoves he couldn't see. So he walked through the room to search for his wife.

Bob felt self-conscious; he was the only person in the room in male attire. Then he saw Sue sitting at a table shielded by a large shrub. As he approached he saw she was drinking what Bob assumed was a Mimosa. Bob stood at the table waiting to be invited to sit. Sue studied him over the rim of her glass. "Don't be so formal Bobby. It's good to see you. I've missed you, please have a seat. What would you like to drink?"

"Ice water will be fine, thank you."

Sue raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Almost immediately, a waitress appeared at the table. Rose ordered, "We'll both have the buffet, my companion will have a glass of ice water."

"Will that be with a slice of lemon?"

"No, Bobby doesn't like frills, just the water."

Brunch was a repeat of the previous week, with Bob having only fresh fruit for his meal. Sue tapped her lips with her napkin, and eliminated the last remnants of her Belgian waffle and said. "Tell me about your week."

Bob had prepared a brief summary of his efforts. He took a deep breath held his hands out for inspection and related, "I've decided to let my nails grow. What do you think of them?"

"They're decent; I see you've filed them nicely. According to Candy, Phil is having his manicured every week by a professional. He has even added a little color. Yours are lovely. How long are you going to let them grow?"

"I hadn't thought about that. Do you have a suggestion?"

"Oh, no dear I wouldn't want to be involved in your decisions. I'm simply an observer. I will say, I like the direction you're headed."

Bob beamed at the compliment. Sue asked, "How's the jogging going?"

"I haven't started yet."

"Good, I brought something that might help. I was cleaning out my closet and found some old workout clothes that I don't need any more. I brought them for you, they're in my car."

Sue raised her hand and their waitress was there in a flash. Sue told her to retrieve the bag from the office where she had left it.

"Go on dear while we're waiting tell me about the rest of your week."

"I've lost about 4 pounds this week alone. I've also been wearing heels every evening for at least three hours."

"How high?"

"The only ones I have are two inches I believe."

"That's great dear; however I'm afraid you're still lagging behind. From what I hear, Phil is wearing four inch stilettos around the house on regular bases. According to Candy he has become quite proficient in them."

"Are you saying I need higher heels?"

"No dear, I refuse to get involved. These must all be your decisions. I'm just passing along information. For our sake, I want you to do well. That's the only way we can ever be a couple again. I really want that. I need my hubby home."

Bob's shoulders sagged. Sue noticed and encouragingly added, "Don't fret dear; I'm sure eventually you'll catch up with Phil. Candy brags about him every time we're together. She tells me he is dressing most days, while you're only practicing in the evenings, so he has an advantage over you."

The waitress returned carrying a small gym bag. She placed the bag on the floor between the two. Bob looked inside and was blinded by the florescent neon pink outfit neatly folded on top.

Seeing her husband's reaction Sue teased, "I bought you a man's outfit however I became concerned it might be against the rules, so I returned it. Can't have you disqualified on a technicality now can we. As a hand me down, I thought this would be allowed. I know pink isn't your color. But what the heck, it's free. We wear almost the same size shoe, so I threw in a pair of my old trainers."

Standing next to her speechless husband, Sue casually caressed his cheek and didn't feel any stubble. "Have you done something with your beard?"

Bob sat up strait and with pride said, "Yes I have. I spend an hour every night before I sleep plucking my whiskers out, one by one. I'll bet Phil doesn't do that."

Sue thought for a minute then said, "You're right dear; Candy said he's scheduled to have his whiskers removed by electrolysis next week. So I'm sure he doesn't pull them out. Doesn't your way hurt?"

"It hurts like hell. I'm doing it to show you how far I'll go to make up for my past."

"That's really sweet. You have just leaned a very important life lesson, pretty comes with a price. I love the fact you're sacrificing for me. There may be a possibility to save our marriage after all."

Bob sat and crossed his legs in a very feminine manner like he'd been practicing,

"Honey, since I'm trying so hard is there any chance I can come home?"

"Damn it, Bobby, I was clear on the conditions for your return. After the pageant I'll make the decision on whether we have a future and decide if you can come home."

She reached into her purse Sue handed Bob a DVD. "I wasn't going to give you this now; but with your whining now's probably a good time."

Bob accepted the disk and wondered what it was.

Sue saw the confusion on his face so she patiently explained, "Candy and I paid to have last year's pageant videotaped. That's your copy."

A choked up Bob waved the DVD, "Sue you know I'm sorry for what I did; why are you trying to rub it in my face?"

"Oh grow up Bobby; I'll admit at first I wanted to punish you. I've now moved beyond that. Your performance is on the disk, every time I feel like inviting you home I watch it. The reason I'm giving you a copy is to help you. Focus on the winners; pay attention to how far they went to complete their womanly illusion."

Sue pulled Bob's head to her chest and held it there in a loving embrace as she said, "You're still my husband, no matter where you live. Just focus on that, the year will pass in a flash."

Sue glanced at her watch and said, "Look at the time, sorry I have to run; Debbie, Candy and I are going shopping. I'll see you next week."

@ @ @ @

Bob headed back to his truck totally dejected. He was making an effort. His concerns about losing this contest to Phil continued to grow. He was determined to do something this week to pull ahead of Phil. On the way home he stopped at the mall and wondered hoping for inspiration. He ended up at the food court where he splurged and got a large diet soda. As he sipped on his drink, he noticed an earring kiosk offering free piercings with the purchase of starter studs. He threw caution to the wind and sat in the chair and waited for the teenage girl to serve him.

"Yes sir, how may I help you?" said the girl eyeing him suspiciously.

Pointing to the sign he said, "I would like to take advantage of your free piercings."

"Certainly sir," she said emphasizing the 'Sir'. "We don't get many middle-aged men in here. We have a special only good on Sundays, if you get the gold platted studs it's two for the price of one."

Bob thought, 'that's dumb of course I want both ears pierced.' So he said, "Sure go for it."

She moved behind him and poured something on a cotton ball and wiped both earlobes. She moved to his front with a strange metal device and put it to his ear. Bob had a low threshold for pain and was concerned about how much it would hurt. Pop, a stinging sensation that felt like he'd been bitten by a bumble bee, then Pop again. Before Bob could say anything she shifted to the other side and gave him two more gold thingamajigs in his other ear, Bob was determined to be a man about it, and kept himself from crying out; but he couldn't stop the small tear that ran down his cheek. She stood back and admired her work, noticed the tear. She didn't say anything, just handed him a tissue and a brochure on the care and cleaning required.

Bob mortified and in shock, handed the girl the first credit card he grabbed.

She ran it on her machine and checked for a signature. Reading the name Bubbles Turner, she thought, 'I should have guessed'. She carried the card back and in a very unprofessional manner chuckled as she handed it to him, "Here's your card back Bubbles, thanks for your business. If you're interested, next week we're having a special on belly button piercings, we have a great selection of body jewelry."

Bob was humiliated; but merely smiled at the girl and replied, "Sweet of you to ask, but no thanks."

As he walked toward his truck he thought, 'That particular credit card is going to be reserved for internet purchases from now on.'

On the way to his vehicle he passed one of those self serve shoe stores. With a sigh, Bob said to himself, "In for a penny in for a pound." and marched right in. Luckily he was the only customer; he browsed and eventually ended up in the woman's section. It took a moment to find size 10. As casually as possible he walked down the aisle until he got to a section with high heels, he selected a pair of the tallest heels they had on display. He'd no idea the actual height; they looked to be at least four inches. He took the box and walked to the front desk arriving just as a group of teenage girls swarmed into the store. He handed the box to the clerk and quietly asked, "Are these four inch heels?"

"The young woman replied in what seemed to Bob to be a booming voice, "No sir, those are five inch stilettos. Are you sure this is what you want? Since they're on sale you can't return them. We're having a special on pantyhose this week. Would you like me to throw in a couple of pair?"

This created a real stir among the gaggle of teenyboppers who pushed their way to the counter trying to see what this strange man was doing. Bob was so embarrassed he merely nodded yes and handed the girl his credit card, ensuring it was the one with the name Robert Turner on it. On the way out the door the sales clerk bellowed, "Mister, don't overlook the purse sale in aisle four." This prompted a gale of laughter from the pack of adolescents.

Once in his car he pulled the rearview mirror over to get a look at his new female accessories. As he fiddled with them the sunshine reflected off the small bubbles and to Bob they seem to scream sissy, which was really foolish, in today's world lots of men have earrings.

As a consolation Bob, thought, 'I'll bet Phil doesn't have his ears pierced, certainly not twice in each ear. I'll finally have an advantage.'

@ @ @ @

Bob arrived home and opened his laptop and researched the cost of electrolysis and realized there wasn't room in his budget for an extravagance like that. So he got his tweezers out and stood in front of the bathroom mirror to dethatch a section on his neck.

When the pain became too much, Bob sat and tried on his new heels. Surprisingly enough, just sitting in the hells weren't uncomfortable. Bob opened his computer and found several video's describing how to walk in heels. Feeling totally confident, Bob struck out on his adventure in stilettos. His first attempt was a total disaster; he felt more like a baby giraffe learning to walk than a woman strolling down a catwalk. If nothing else Bob was persistent and determined to master those heels. Hell, he'd sleep in them if need be.

@ @ @ @

Sue, Candy and Debbie met at the entrance to Nordstrom's. "Candy you called us here, what are we looking for?"

"I'd hoped Phil could join us, however his ballet lesson is running late. We're shopping for his first brassier. I wanted to share this moment with you girls."

Turning to Sue Candy asked, "Does your Bubbles wear bras yet?"

"Not that I'm aware of. Ballet and bras... what's going on Candy?"

"Phil is taking ballet lessons; he's going to dance for the talent portion of the pageant. What's Bubbles going to do?"

"I've no idea. In high school he played trumpet in the band. Maybe he'll do something musical."

Candy smiled triumphantly, "Can you girls keep a secret? Phil's been seeing a doctor and getting shots to create real boobs. This is a surprise for him, his first bra."

"Phil's taking hormone shots. Isn't that rather drastic?"

"No, nothing like that! He's only being injected in his chest twice a week with sterile saline. As the fluid collects over time it will make his chest swell just like the real thing. They will stay inflated for a while until the saline dissipates into his body. The doctors estimate that with his current schedule, by pageant time he'll be almost a full C-cup. Then six months later he'll be back to normal."

Sue shivered and realized there is no way Bob could compete with real breasts. She couldn't wait to discuss the issue with her husband.

Debbie spoke up, "Candy, it seems you're breaking the contest rules."

"No I'm not. I may be bending them a tad. I'm convinced it is technically within the rules. The bra is a birthday present for my lover. He is paying his own doctor bills. He quit his regular job and I hired him as my full time live in maid. His entire salary is going to pay for his improvements."

Sue got Candy aside, "You're the one that insisted I throw Bob out of the house, yet you're letting Phil live at home rent free."

"I know Sue; but Bob is the one that led Phil into trouble. Phil is a follower; he couldn't survive out on his own for a whole year."

The three women giggled like school girls as they searched for the most feminine bra in the store.

@ @ @ @

Bob approached this week's lessons in a businesslike manner. Except when he was sleeping or exercising he kept those damn stilts on. After a week wearing the heels nonstop, Bob felt confident he could almost do aerobics in them. True, his walk still lacked the grace that was required; but now at least he could walk without worrying about breaking an ankle.

Bob found himself spending more time at the dollar store. He bought a 10x hand mirror to help with his beard removal. In the same section he picked up a bottle of nail polish, just barely pink. He also bought some hair gel to help feminize his growing locks.

Sunday, Bob got up early anxious to show Sue his progress. He had spent all of Saturday and plucked every single hair that remained on his neck and face. It was now as smooth as a baby's bottom. While brushing his teeth, he about had a heart attack. His face was covered in a rash of red splotches.

There was no way he could meet Sue looking like he had chickenpox. Back to the dollar store, where he selected a foundation that the sales clerk assured him would hide his irritation. Back in his room, he carefully applied the cosmetic and blended it in with his fingers, until the red spots all disappeared. He next colored his nails and finally settled on a funky women's spiky hairstyle, which exposed his ears and emphasized his new shinny studs. He applied a layer of fragrant Secret antiperspirant. When he went to his closet, he found the previous day he'd been so fixated on eliminating his facial hair he'd forgotten to iron his dress shirt. In lieu of his Ralph Lauren, he was forced to wear a crisp white blouse his wife had provided when she kicked him out.

Bob arrived at the club minutes before Sue's car pulled into the parking lot. Recognizing her husband's truck she rushed over and gave him a loving hug as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Bob, what have you done to yourself? You look stunning this morning; I love your self-improvement program. I don't want to make you self-conscious; with the exception of your bushy brows you're a real fox."

"Are you implying I shave them?"

"Don't be ridiculous, no woman shaves her eyebrows, they either wax or pluck them. I'm sorry I really shouldn't have said anything. What you do is your decision; it just struck me they were not in agreement with the rest of your feminine appearance. By the way, your complexion is flawless today, are you wearing makeup?"

"Why yes I'm, I can explain. It's a long story."

"There's no need to explain, I think it's adorable. It makes you look ten years younger. You should wear it more often. However that is the wrong shade for your skin tone."

Sue lightly teased, "I prefer Revlon; but each woman has to find her favorite brand."

Feeling uncomfortable with the discussion, Bob changed the subject, "Do you like my earrings?"

"They're a bit plain; but yes I love the fact you got your ears pierced." She said as she kissed his ear.

"I'll bet Phil doesn't have his ears double pierced."

"I don't know about that, Candy did mention he has started wearing a bellybutton ring."

Bob sneered, "I always thought belly button rings are trashy."

Sue danced her fingers over Bob's tummy, "I don't know, I think they're kind of sexy myself."

"Candy did say something about it getting infected. I hope you're taking the proper precautions so your ears don't fester."

"My ears are fine; I clean the sites daily."

Sue was as proud as a peacock; looking down at his hand she complimented his nails. She reached over and held Bob's hand as they walked into the club. They sat at a table on the veranda and enjoyed each other's company.

During lunch, Sue filled Bob in on Phil's budding liquid boobs. Sue reluctantly asked, "Have you given any thought to what you're going to do for breasts?"

Bob hesitated, and finally said, "I was thinking of buying a pair of silicon ones and glue them on. The good ones are expensive; but I think if I watch my money I can swing it."

Sue sighed and replied, "Obviously that's not as good as having your own, however I'm sure they'll be adequate."

Sue had been waiting for just the right moment for her next announcement, "Bobby, I'll not be here the next few weeks. My company is sponsering a two week working retreat in Tahiti for all its executives."

"Can I call you while you're away?"

"No sorry, I'm told there's no cell reception where we're going."

A dejected Bob, took a large drink of his ice water. He put the glass down just as Candy arrived on the scene.

"Hi Bubbles, how's the world ugliest sissy doing? Has Sue told you about our vacation to Tahiti?"

Bob rolled his eyes in exasperation, "You're going with Sue? How, you don't work for the Stratford Company?"

"No I don't; but her company allows the executives to bring a guest for the trip. She invited me as her plus one."

Bob looked at his wife, "You said it was for work?"

Candy laughed, "Stay out of this Bubbles it doesn't concern you. Think of it as a working holiday. I'm sure we'll find time to squeeze work in among all the cocktail parties."

Candy gloated, "Please don't fret about your wife. I will personally see to it she is well taken care of. She'll come home a changed and satisfied woman."

Candy reached over and flicked Bob's ear, "Nice earrings, where'd you get them, out of a bubblegum machine?"

Bob looked at his wife expecting her to come to his aid; rather she sat there and said nothing.

Candy blabbered on, "Phil's preference is long dangling ones. They're so much more feminine. You wouldn't recognize him he's changed so much."

Candy pulled Sue to her feet. "Leave this loser; grab your purse we have to go. We need to buy bikinis and lots of sun screen for the trip."

Sue got to her feet and asked, "What's the hurry, we don't leave until tomorrow?"

"I've to get to the store before it closes; I'm almost out of my birth control pills. My pharmacy also has the city's largest selection of condoms. We'll pick up a case of them while we're there. Come on we have to run, I'm double parked."

Without a word Sue stood and patted Bob on the head as if he were a small child. She walked to the cashier to pay the check. Candy took the opportunity to whisper at the dejected Bob, "Bubbles you're not man enough for a woman like Sue, don't you think you should forget her and just move on."

Candy turned and caught up with Sue, hand in hand they headed for the exit. Bob was stunned, here he was trying to be the woman he thought Sue wanted and Candy tells him he's not man enough. Could he have misinterpreted his wife's desire? He sat and listened to Candy's laughter ringing in his ears. With tears flowing from his eyes Bob found his way to his truck. He looked through tear blurred eyes; but he could have sworn he saw Susan next to his truck. By the time he arrived, the apparition of his wife was gone. He would have thought he'd imagined it all except for the card stuck behind his wipers. His heart racing, he opened it, only to find a birthday card, 'Bobby, next week is your birthday. I just wanted to say have a good time. Enjoy my gift. Love Sue.

Out of the envelop fell an appointment card for the club's beauty salon for a free manicure, at 9 AM on his birthday. He threw the card on the dash of his truck and drove home.

@ @ @ @

Their next meeting was over three weeks away, which depressed Bob. However he was determined to make the most of this time. He went home, slipped on his favorite nighty: a calf length mint green nightgown with a fitted bodice. He sat on the bed with his legs tucked up beneath him in a womanly fashion and started a net search for breast growth options.

More determined than ever to beat Phil; he started his search among herbal supplements. The advert caught his eye, 'These breast enhancement pills are a safe way to get bigger and fuller breasts naturally. Breast enhancement pills have natural ingredients that stimulate the growth of mammary tissues'. He ordered 5 herbs, which promised to create breast tissue even in men. Bob read their claims several times before ordering.

Next he closely examined his eyebrows. He decided to pluck a few from each brow to neaten them up. He did one then the other. They didn't look even, so he took a few more off the right which meant he had to do the same to the left. The more he plucked the better they looked. By the time he'd finally got them even, he had only thin brows. When he left the apartment he was forced to wear a baseball cap pulled down to hide them.

In days, he received two months supply of fenugreek, fennel, red clover, saw palmetto, and Pueraria Mirifica. He was never a fine print kind of guy. The warnings were clearly printed on the labels; but the promised rewards were so tantalizing he couldn't resist. He trusted the manufactures so he took them religiously three times a day on an empty stomach as advised on the box. Then the coup de grá¢ce, he used the last of his Bubbles credit card to order a device that guaranteed, if used for at least 12 hours a day for a month to increase your bust one full cup size. Then in fine print it said, 'How long the bust remains enlarged after treatment is stopped remains unclear.' This, to Bob, meant he would have to continue using the device right through the contest.

Anxious to get started, he splurged and paid for express shipment. Unpacking the system, he found it used an external suction device attached to what looked like a large plastic bra to create engorgement in the breast tissue and promote new breast tissue growth.

Bob worked up the nerve to go to the makeup counter at the mall and ask for a recommendation for a foundation. The woman behind the desk gave him a smirking smile; but with visions of dollar signs in her eyes she brought out a dozen bottles and tubes, she tested each on the back of his hand. She finally settled on a neutral warm shade. To entice him she offered him a free makeover and gave Bob a sample of a lipstick in a creamy coral color. Bob passed on the makeover and simply bought the one container of foundation.

On his way out, he passed through the camping department. On a whim, he picked up a snakebite kit. Every night he slept with the suction cups attached to his nipples. Hoping their constant use would increase the size of his nipples to those of a real woman.

While exploring the web, Bob was on a TG site when a popup advertisement for Premarin Hormonal Vaginal Cream, showed on his screen. What the hell thought Bob, he ordered some. From then on twice a day he massaged the cream into his areolas. Between the two treatments, his nipples quickly became a major erogenous zone. After three weeks he wasn't sure if his nipples were any larger, however they were definitely more sensitive. The night before Sue's return Bob was enthusiastically rubbing the ointment into his chest and experienced what he could only describe as a boob orgasm. He came simply playing with the sensitive nubs on his chest; his hands never got below his chest.

Bob slipped into one of those moods his psychologists had warned him about. He became fixated on beating Phil, nothing else mattered. He was driven to that goal, he was going to go from flat to fabulous or die trying. He wore the boob making device continually around the apartment. As the device rhythmically sucked at his chest, he envisioned himself eventually being able to work at Hooters.

One unplanned for side effect was the breast suction not only helped stretch the breast tissues; but had the marvelous psychological effect of making him feel more like a woman. Between the herbs and breast pump when Bob studied his profile in the mirror, he estimated he was now the proud owner of a modest set of A-cup tits.

Bob was busy with his IT work and had to meet with a client. To hide his brows he bought a pair of glasses with the largest, thickest frames he could find. It turned out he needn't have worried, the customer was a sexagenarian with failing eyesight. After the meeting, Bob did receive a worrisome email from his boss, Scott Harvey. Informing Bob, that as his supervisor, he was concerned about Bob's increasing turnaround times on his projects. Bob read the critique and shrugged it off. He was Scott's best programmer; there was no way he'd let Bob get away. Besides with his exercise regimen and girlie practice, he barely had time for mundane work issues.

Bob's birthday arrived. He seriously debated, not using Sue's present. However he became concerned Sue might feel hurt. It was that cavalier attitude that got him in this fix. Bob decided to go, and planed to watch how a professional conducted a manicure, and thought he might learn something. As he climbed out of his morning shower, Bob was left with a real problem. How should he dress? If he wore his normal male attire would he be accepted in a woman's saloon? There was no way he could pass as a woman. Should he wear his sissy outfit and pretend it was a normal everyday thing getting his nails done?

He'd been to the club several times in his male attire without being chased with torches and pitchforks so he decided to go with blue jeans, loafers, long sleeved sweatshirt and his trusty ball cap.

He arrived fifteen minutes early; he parked and made his way to the front entrance. The lobby always disturbed him; he rushed through looking neither right nor left. He found the salon without any difficulty. With sweat running down his back he walked to the receptionist desk and handed her the card. The woman behind the desk never even looked up. She merely took the card, scanned her appointment book and said, "Ah, Bobby Turner, we've been expecting you. Have a seat and our nail technician will be right with you. We have coffee, tea, or bottled water if you'd like some refreshments."

Bob hadn't even gotten his seat warm when a young girl bounded into the room. She had the looks of a prom queen and the friendly personality of a Labrador puppy. Her whimsical smile and exotic grey eyes suggested the gift of laughter.

She took Bob's hand and led him through a set of double swinging doors. "Hi Bobby, I'm Fran. I see you're booked for the works. Great, sit down and get comfortable, we'll be together for a while. It says here you're to get Silk wrap nails in glamour length. Silk wrap is way healthier on your nails; but can't be taken off easily. Once on, they're there for at least three months. Is that really what you want?"

"Bob sat nervously in the chair, "This is my first manicure, if that is what was scheduled for me, that's what I want. What do you want me to do?"

"Just let your hands soak in this solution. It'll soften the skin around your nails.

While his hands soaked they just visited. She was friendly and not inquisitive about his status. After ten minutes of chit chat, Fran applied a cream on his cuticles and pushed them down. She followed this with a very relaxing hand massage that Bob thought that was a little piece of heaven.

Fran presented him with an overwhelming selection of colors. He was unsure and couldn't decide so Fran recommended he go with her personal favorite shade, dark blood red.

"I don't know Fran; I must be able to present myself as a man. I don't want anything that makes me stand out and screams drag queen."

Fran looked across the table at his thin arched eyebrows and pierced ears and sniggered. "Sweetie, a lot of men come through these doors, none of them ever leave looking like drag queens, although, I've seen a number that left looking like a princess."

They compromised on the color and Fran applied three coats of a light pink lacquer, finished it with a glossy clear top coat that made them look amazing. Fran offered to add a small design on the nail for free. Bob sheepishly declined.

After the application of polish, Fran placed his hands under a UV light to dry and harden the nails. This took a full five minutes. When the timer went off Bob held his hands out in front of him, rather than curl them toward his palm like most men do. His smile spoke volumes.

"Well how do you like them?" inquired Fran.

"They're awesome, I love them." responded Bob, he uncharacteristically hugged the nail technician. She responded by kissing him on the cheek.

Breaking the embrace, Fran cautioned him, "You must be very careful with your nails for the next few hours. Nothing is worse than getting a manicure and chipping the polish later. If that does happen though, call me I'll have you come back for a quick fix."

Fran walked Bob to the door. "I really like you Bobby; we're always looking for girls as apprentices. We don't pay much, you work for tips and free beauty treatments during dead times. Think it over."

The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 4 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose


Sunday morning, Bob jumped into a hot shower and shaved his legs and arms, then moisturized all over. He sat and polished his toenails in the same pink the spa had used on his fingers. As he Stood in front of the steamy bathroom mirror Bob admired himself. He was down another ten pounds and felt good about his body, except his hair. He thought his butt was shaping up nicely from the exercises and running. It wasn't necessary this time; but still Bob covered his face and neck in his new foundation and blended it in with his fingers, then put on his new outfit he'd saved just for today.

Bob marched into the club anxious for his reunion with Sue. He immediately saw her sitting by herself in the far corner. Feeling girly in his Barbie doll hot pink shirt, Capri pants and open toe sandals Bob confidently walked over to his tanned wife.

Sue did a double take and choked on her wine when she saw her husband. She patted the chair next to her encouraging Bob to sit.

Bob sat and daintily folded in his hands in his lap. Sue lightheartedly said, "My, my Bobby, aren't you looking stylish today. I like your thin brows; they really soften your face."

Bob sat and crossed his legs in a girlie fashion. "Do you really think so? I was afraid it was a tad sissyish. Finding unisex clothes in my size is difficult. These fit and were on sale at Goodwill. I hoped you'd approve of them."

"Dear, for the last time, this isn't about me. What I think isn't important. It's what you want. They definitely are girlish; but cute as a button. Dear you really have potential. Thank you for making the effort, I do notice. When this is over I'd love for us to go clothes shopping together."

Sue glanced down and observed his nails. She pulled them to the table top to get a better look. Sue beamed a self-satisfied smile and said, "Bobby your nails are spectacular. You used my present that makes me happy. The saloon here really does a top notch job. Which girl did you get, Sylvia? I hope; she's the best."

"No, actually it was Fran."

Sue thought for a moment, "You mean the Fran the flirt? Watch out for her she is a real tramp — I hear."

After closely examining Bob's hands she had an inspiration. She reached under the table with both hands and fidgeted a bit and came out having removed her engagement ring. She announced, "Give me your left hand. Your hands are very feminine however there is something missing. They need sparkle, a little bling."

She took her diamond and tried to slip it on Bob's ring finger. Not surprisingly it was stopped by his knuckle. Bob tried to pull his hand away arguing, "It'll never fit."

Sue laughed and replied, "Oh honey, never say never. Watch this, a little basic physics, heat expands metal." She casually dropped the ring in her hot coffee.

Sue reached up on the table and picked up a pat of butter, which she used to liberally coat Bob's knuckle. She fished the ring out of the hot liquid and again slipped it on his finger. It took considerable effort; but eventually the ring made it over the joint and fit snuggly on his finger. Using her napkin Sue cleaned off his finger to reveal a red knuckle missing several layers of skin.

Bob was stunned, "I can't take this! It's your engagement ring."

"Don't be silly, it looks gorgeous on you. Besides I've wanted to upgrade from the single karat to something larger for a long time. This is just the excuse I've been waiting for."

Bob fought back the hurt, "I saved for two years to buy that for you."

"I know dear, that was very sweet of you. However a woman in my position really needs a ring that makes a statement about her position in life. I'm not just some suburban housewife. You understand I'm sure."

Bob reached for the ring and tried to remove it. "Sue I'll never get this thing off."

"Bobby, why would you want to remove a symbol of our love?"

Sue glared at his hands, ones that Bob tried to keep hidden under the table. She noticed his calves poking out from the legs of his pants. Sue was delighted to see them hairless. She nonchalantly placed her hand on his knee, when she wasn't rebuffed she ran it down to his smooth ankle, "Tell me about your three weeks; it appears you have made some major improvements since we were last together."

Before he could tell her, their waitress appeared. Her words sharp, she ordered, "Champagne for two, and be quick about it."

Sue got up to go through the buffet line. Bob started to rise; Sue stopped him and pushed him back into his seat and noticed through his shirt something quivering on his chest. She leaned over and kissed her husband on the forehead and unsuccessfully tried to get a peak down his blouse, "I'll get it. You sit and enjoy your drink."

Sue returned with two plates overflowing with fresh fruit. She placed one plate in front of her husband. She took his napkin and opened it. Spread it in his lap and in the process of sitting down, she pretended to wipe and imaginary spot from his chest.

Bob, sat up straight and pushed his chest out to emphasize his new bosom, he smiled and said, "I see you've noticed."

Sue jerked her hand back in mock astonishment said, "Why whatever do you mean?"

Restraining a schoolgirl titter Bob said, "Well do you have anything to ask me?"

Sue became very serious and looked Bob in the eyes. "I've a number of them; but right now I only want to ask one."

Reaching up she undid his top button, "Can I see them?"

Bob recoiled in mock shock, "Woman, where's your modesty? We're in public."

"You're right. I've spent the last three weeks on beaches full of naked people, I just forgot myself."

"Naked people?"

"Why yes, the beaches in Tahiti are all bathing suit optional."

"Did you option out?"

Sue smiled, pulled back her blouse to reveal the top of her breast; do you see any tan lines on me? "Candy and I spent a lot of time 'a la naturale'. I learned the hard way; sunscreen was a requirement, not an option."

Blushing fire engine red she went on, "Candy took good care of me, and made sure I got home most nights and always made certain I had protection even in my more sensitive places."

Bob looked distraught, so Sue went on in a more serious tone, "In truth, most humans aren't attractive naked; but there are always those few that are an exception to the rule. I'm almost embarrassed to say, there were a couple of true Adonis's there that made my mouth water. You know the type, their muscles had muscles."

Her eyes sparkled as she confessed, "Candy and I invited them to lunch one day, I couldn't take my eyes of their...let's keep this PG and say muscle."

In a conspiratorial tone she went on, "It was too bad they didn't speak English. My French vocabulary is limited to Oui and Non. Nevertheless I was able to communicate with them in other ways."

Then giggling she added, "If you know what I mean."

Bob felt a rush of jealousy, not looking for a fight he decided it was time to change the subject. He looked around to make sure no one could hear and relayed almost everything he'd done the last three weeks. Sue listened intently; but remained mute about how she spent her time.

While he was talking, Sue studied his face and noticed his thin highly arched brows and perfect complexion. When he finished, she reached over and lightly caressed his cheek. "I see you took my advice and changed foundations. The difference is noticeable. A little blusher and some lipstick you'd be adorable."

Tracing the arch of his brow with her fingertip Sue inquired in a solemn tone, "Bobby, I love the new you. I look at you now and find it hard to see the old Bob."

Not sure how to take that statement, Bob thought for a few minutes, which created an uncomfortable silence before he finally answered, "Sue, I love you and love being married to you; but in all truthfulness I think as a couple we had drifted apart. My conduct during the pageant was merely a manifestation of our problems. Ever since we lost our baby, I've questioned your feelings for me. You say you don't hold me responsible nonetheless I have to wonder."

Sue started to speak; Bob put his finger to her lips to silence her. "Let me finish. Our lack of passion and intimacy over that time were both our faults. I wasn't showing you the attention you deserved and you seemed more concerned about your career than our marriage. Neither of us is perfect. I don't want to play the blame game. I merely want to get back the love we had when we were first married."

Then in a light hearted manner he added, "Plus I hate to lose at anything and I fully intend to kick Phil's butt."

Sue leapt from her chair and dove into Bob's lap and the two shared their first passionate kiss in years, it stirred up emotions and sensations Bob hadn't experience in a long time.

Bob finally had to come up for air; he hated to do it; but was forced to asked, "What do you hear of my opponent?"

Bob squirmed as she was lost in thought, and then as if it just hit her she squealed. "Oh, Candy did mention he is now filling out a 38B bra, the injections are working faster than anyone expected.

The exciting part is he's also consulted with a professional corsetiere and has started corset training to reduce his waist for the pageant.

"What's corset training?" foolishly inquired Bob.

"Corset training, my clueless husband, requires that every day, all day, except bath time the individual is required to wear a corset. This trains and permanently reshapes the body. Over time the waist adjusts to the shape of the corset and produces a lasting reduction."

"Won't a girdle do the same thing?"

"Heavens no, a corset compresses the body to produce the classic hourglass figure. A girdle is less effective as it merely slims, the buttocks, tummy and thighs."

Sue looked around the room as if searching for someone. Bob inquired, "Waiting for anyone in particular?"

"Yes Candy said she wanted to join us if Phil finished his beauty appointment on time. It seems he is having his hair highlighted and extensions added."

In a reflex, Bob reached up to his hair that was now covered his ears. Sue noticed and commented, "Don't worry dear; there isn't time for you to grow yours out. I'm sure you'll look adequate in a wig."

Then she heaved a heavy sigh, "Although all the winners did seem not to need them. After all, the first thing most people notice about a woman is her hair."

Still sitting in his lap, Sue whispered into his ear. "Darling I'd take you home with me this very moment; but if I did I'd be ostracized by every member at the club. The group collective thinks you need to be punished. I've worked too hard to get where I'm today. The repercussions of irritating the ladies here at FFL could be devastating to my career. I hope you understand. Remember I love you and am becoming real fond of Bobby. If all goes well, and you keep working at it, in a few months we can resume our lives as a couple."

Hearing about all of the things Phil was able to do to prepare for the pageant depressed Bob. He knew that everything Phil was doing was expensive. How could Phil afford to do them and he couldn't?

"Sue?" She appeared to be looking around for someone and when she turned back to him, he asked, "How can Phil possibly be able to do all of these things? If he is on the same budget as I am and he isn't making as much money, how can he afford them?"

"Oh you silly man. You know that Phil is working as Candy's live-in maid. That means that he doesn't have to pay for rent, utilities, or food. Don't worry. Candy assures me that Phil is living in the maid's quarters and that everything is completely platonic."

Her dismissive attitude at the inequality of the race between himself and Phil was depressing. "But Sue! If Phil is working as Candy's maid, why can't I do the same thing for you?"

"Because everyone knows that I wouldn't be able to keep it on a strictly professional footing, dear. We have to keep up appearances. Don't worry. Everything will work out all right.

"Oh, look there's Alicia. I hear she is the cosmetic surgeon that's going to do the rhinoplasty on Phil. Finish your meal I want to go chat with her; I'm thinking about having some work done and want her opinion."

The audience with his wife appeared to have ended, as Sue never returned. Bob slowly made his way back to his truck. He was grateful he had a spy in the enemy's camp. He had plans to make if he was going to be competitive, even if it looked like the finances were more than a bit lop-sided.

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Bob stopped for gas on the way home. He pulled the ball cap down to cover his brows and went to pay, as he waited to hand the lady his credit card, he made a discovery. He couldn't get the ring off, he could however rotate the diamond so it faced the other way and it just appeared as if he was wearing a wedding band. He handed him the card and he couldn't hide the fingernails, so he got an unexpected, "Thank you ma'am" from the clerk.

Arriving at home he decided to skip dinner. Eating was way over rated and besides he needed to lose weight. He attached his suction devices and sat to plan.

Bob thought linearly and sequentially. To get from A to B you took the most direct route. Phil had a number of advantages over him. Foremost was his breast development. That issue had to be addressed immediately. Bob was doing the maximum with what he had; still he was falling further behind. Something had to be done. It was drastic; but damn it if that was what it was going to take he was going for it. He got on line and search for the most effective breast enlargement hormones. He found that estrogen and progesterone were the standard. He'd no intentions of going to a doctor to request the medication, so he located a distributer in Mexico that advertised double strength capsules for a reasonable price. In Bob's mind double strength equated to twice as fast. So he ordered a six month supply. The warning side effects about possible breast cancer and blood clots he ignored. He did read, that as long as you kept taking the pills the breasts would retain their size, if you stopped before six months the effects were reversible.

That problem solved, Bob researched corsets. He found a wide variety of styles and costs. Thank God for the internet he learned what he really needed was a waist cincher, or underbust corset. Having no one to consult, Bob did the only logical thing, he equated cost to quality. He ordered two of the most expensive ones he could find, a 32 in white and a 28 in black. When you added shipping cost, Bob had just spent a month's rent. He was going to have to ask his boss for more work or he would run out of money.

Monday morning, Bob was out for a 5 mile run when he saw an ad for a beauty college offering discounted services. That afternoon he used the web to check the place out. They offered all types of procedures provided the client sign the appropriate waiver to allow students to work on them.

That afternoon he located the college and dropped in trying to act nonchalant and failing miserably as he asked the teenager behind the desk who was busily texting on her phone, "Do you offer services for men."

The girl barley glanced up and responded, "Sure, if you know any send them in."

Bob pulled his cap down over his eyes and beat a hasty retreat.

Two days later, Bob's waist cincher arrived. He currently had a 34 waist; he hoped the corset would give him a slimming 4 inch reduction as advertised. He hooked the torture device in the front and attempted for several hours to get the cords tight. In frustration he gave up and determined that being laced into a corset was a two person job. Then the idea struck in a blinding flash, he would lace the corset first then just struggle with getting the front clasps closed. It might be difficult although at least he would be working on the front and not dealing with behind his back.

Even Edison didn't succeed at first. Bob got the bottom latch hooked but rolls of belly fat prevented the second one from closing. Not to be defeated Bob walked to the closest box store and bought an elastic girdle and a stout body shaper; one in a medium and the other in a small.

He started with the medium girdle, stretched and tugged until he eventually got it to mid thigh. A little more effort, and a lot of sweat later, he got the first one over his hips. Then completely out of breath he repeated the process with the smaller body shaper. Exhausted and his boy parts painfully squished, Bob returned to the dilemma of securing his corset. He managed to get the last metal clasp closed just before bed time. He found wearing the girdles then the wait 32 cincher partially laced he was able to get his waist down to 29 inches. Bob was temporarily satisfied with that, he did find sleeping with all that, plus his nipple enhancers presented a real challenge, he only managed short catnaps during the night.

Saturday arrived and Bob still wearing his training corset was making his final preparations in the form of a full dress rehearsal for his weekly visit with Sue. Bob had planned on wearing a blouse and a pair of his boy shorts. Unfortunately, his cotton shorts had lost the drawstring during his last laundry. They wouldn't stay up with his new shape. He resurrected a pair of white dress shorts from the clothes his wife gave him. Posing in front of the mirror, Bob thought except for his hair he was looking good. It was getting late, if he was going to do something it had to be today.

Bob went to get in his truck and realized the shorts had no pockets for his wallet or keys. He took the ignition key off his key ring and put it in his wallet, his room key was hidden under the truck floor mate. He saw the advantage of having a purse; but he wasn't ready for that step. It would be a cold day in hell before he carried a purse. He left figuring he would simply hold his wallet in his hand.

Bob drove to the Beauty College and boldly walked in and asked if they had someone to help do something with his hair. The receptionist took his name, phone number and had him sign a release and told Bobby, "Have a chair; Pierre will be right with you."

Two minutes later a flamboyant gay hairdresser arrived to assist Bob. As Bob sat at his work station, Pierre introduced himself and explained how he was assigned all the gay clients. "What can I do for you Bobby?"

Rather than discuss his sexuality with this total stranger, Bob bowed to the inevitable and said, "I'm letting my hair grow out. I don't know what to do with it at this length. Please nothing gay, just something androgynous. There'll be times I will want it manly and other times softer, almost feminine. I'll put myself in your hands do whatever you think is best."

Pierre apparently unfazed by Bob's homophobic comments started with a shampoo and rinse and then a nice long scalp massage. This was enough to put Bob into a deep sleep so he wasn't aware of what Pierre had planned for him. Bob was awakened by the cape being pulled off. Pierre held up a hand mirror and asked Bobby what he thought. As Bob rubbed the sleep from his eyes he tried hard to focus on the image before him. Bob was now the proud owner of a soft curly bob haircut with blunt bangs. He vigorously shook his head and was amazed the hair flopped wildly about; but when he stopped everything just fell back into place. He could have lived with that, his ball cap would hide most of it. The pink highlights throughout his hair were too much, he exploded. Bob curtly got out of the chair without a word he marched to the front desk, paid his bill and rushed to his truck.

Bob drove home at about Mach 3 and had the reverse issue of getting off the corset and elastic torture devices. He spent the evening in the shower, he tried to wash the curls and color out of his hair. The moment his hair dried the pink curls sprang right back. Bob skipped his waist training for the night and slept like the dead. He woke with sunlight streaming into the room. Noticing the clock he only had two hours to get dressed and to the club, one was taken up with getting his waist reduction garment back in place.

The shorts he was wearing required he shave his legs. Not having time for a shower, he dry shaved them. Another colossal mistake, when he finished his legs looked like he'd been caught in a bramble patch. He tried makeup to hide the cuts, which hurt like hell. If he couldn't cover them he decided to hide them. So he did the only thing he could think of, he put on a pair of dark tan pantyhose. There was no time for his makeup so he took the tube, his wallet and keys and headed for his truck.

Bob pulled into the parking lot of FFL five minutes early. He cringed at the thought of being seen in public with pink hair. He took a couple of deep breaths and decided if he was going to do this he would do it right. He used the rearview mirror to apply his facial makeup that Sue liked so much. He concentrated so hard on smoothing everything out he missed Sue's car as it pull up next to him. She stood and watched in fascination as her husband fussed with his face. He opened the door and stepped out and was startled to see his wife right there. He ran his fingers through his hair and said, "Hi honey, I'm running a little late."

Sue stepped back to get a panoramic view of Bobby. The hair was a bit over the top, even for Sue. Bob stood uncomfortably while his wife inspected him. She finally broke the uneasy silence as she flipped his hair and said, "I see you've made some more changes. You do know the goal is for you to appear as a woman, not a sissy don't you?"

As they walked to brunch Bob noticed Sue hadn't replaced her engagement ring and had in fact removed her wedding ring. Sue saw Bob staring at her hand and offered, "I took my ring to the jewelers to have it resized. It would seem I've put on a little weight. Which is surprising, I haven't been eating much. I've been nauseous every morning. I must have picked up something in Tahiti."

Bob sighed and in his heart hoped it was just a stomach problem.

Walking through the dining room Sue took the opportunity to walk behind her husband. She thought, 'He's developed a really nice ass and I just noticed he's wearing nylons, those legs are to die for.'

Sue moved shoulder to shoulder with her husband and rested her hand on his ass as she guided him to a table. Rubbing her hand lightly over his rear she spoke, "Bobby what are you wearing? If I didn't know any better it feels like an old-fashioned girdle."

Bob's only answer came in the form of a cherry red blush.

"Isn't it uncomfortable? Woman stopped wearing them for a reason."

Bob simply shrugged his shoulders and demurely sat as Sue held his chair for him. "As a matter of fact it is a girdle; I'm trying to develop a better shape. The discomfort is worth it, I hope!"

Sue laughed, "That reminds me. I called Candy yesterday and her maid answered the phone. It wasn't until Candy got on the line she told me, the maid was actually Phil. He has been going to a voice coach to develop a believable feminine voice; it has done wonders for him."

Bob sighed inwardly, and made a mental note, to look up voice lessons.

"Candy bragged on his corset training, she claims when she helps lace him in a corset Phil can get down to a 26 inch waist and plans to be at 22 inches by pageant time. Sweetie the figure you have is really delightful; but I'm afraid it'll take more than a girdle to beat Phil."

Sue used her fingernails to lightly caress Bob's thigh, "Bobby you have great legs that's one area you have an advantage over Phil. Have you tried real nylons instead of tights? I think you'd like them."

The two sat and chatted like the old friends they are. Sue couldn't keep her hands off Bob. She was constantly caressing his thighs. When he got up to use the restroom Sue followed. Rather than turn into the woman's, she followed Bob into the men's room and ripped open his blouse, buttons flying everywhere. With his blouse open his budding breasts were fully exposed. Sue gasped, and reached into his open shirt and fondled his boy Boobs. "Bobby they are glorious; but why aren't you wearing a bra?"

"I didn't think I needed one, yet."

"The choice is certainly yours; however a good padded pushup bra would give you some nice cleavage. Now cover up before someone finds you flaunting your assets in a men's room. You're turning into a real exhibitionist."

"But you tore off my buttons."

"Are you trying to embarrass me, walking around half naked? Find the damn buttons, hide in the stall. I'll get a needle and thread so you can repair your blouse."

As a way to close the discussion Sue reached up and grabbed each of his erect nipples. "Bobby don't you ever tell anyone. The girls here at the club would disown me if they heard. I'm totally aroused by your tiny titties!" She spun on her heels and headed out the door, laughing to herself.

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Monday's mail brought his medication. Bob excitedly opened the box containing his special girlie vitamins. Reading the literature that was provided he was disappointed as it talked only of slow development time. Expediency was the key; he didn't have the time to let nature take its course. He needed big boobs right now, not a year from now.

He thought long and hard as he debated his next step. He was incredibly lonely and wanted to go home to Sue. Every week he found himself slipping further behind Phil. Bob was an educated man and knew the dangers of self medicating and exceeding recommended dosages, however the logic/reasoning signals coming from his cerebral cortex were being overridden by his obsession. Beating that bastard Phil was the only way home as far as he could see. Bob held the hormones in the palm of his hand and stared at them. They were so small and pink for god's sake. Ignoring the recommended dosage of one pill twice a day, he decided two pills twice a day would be more expeditious. He knew swallowing these were a major step; there would be no going back. He threw the two pills in his mouth and washed them down with the remains of a cold cup of coffee. Bob felt a rush of adrenalin at having taken a positive step to winning the competition. He threw caution to the wind and took two more pills trying to jump start the process.

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The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 5 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose 

During the course of the week, Bob kept to a regimen of herbal supplements' and girlie hormones and spent all his time confined in his corset and continued to use the suction devices twelve hours a day. Clothing-wise he was prepared this week. He washed and ironed his only good dress shirt. He planned to wear a pair of men's slacks; but as a concession to Sue he would don his tights instead of socks and wear them with his pair of low-heeled white pumps.

Saturday dawned bright and sunny. Bob went for an extra long run, again passing the beauty college advertisement. He showered; put on his control top panty hose, his slacks, heels and an old ratty sweatshirt. Swallowing his pride he grabbed the black and smaller of his corsets and headed for the college. Arriving around noon, Bob entered and asked to see Pierre. The hairdresser flounced out and was surprised to see Bobby back again. A humble Bob approached Pierre and asked, "Do you remember me?"

Laughing Pierre answered with an impertinent air, "Of course, you're Mister. No tip, no thank you!"

Bob sheepishly answered, "Yes I guess that's me. I need a favor. There's this appointment I have to go to, I need to hide my puppy fat. Will you help lace me into my corset?"

Bob should have suspected something when Pierre jumped at the opportunity. Pierre noticed Bob's diamond ring and had to comment, "For someone right out of the closet, it didn't take you long to find a sugar daddy. I assume your appointment is with this someone special."

Bob acknowledged it was and handed Pierre his unused black leather underbust corset still in its cellophane packaging.

The jubilant hairdresser said, "It's a shame lazy American culture has forgotten the joys of corsetry. I'm glad to see you have avoided the fetish cheaply made corsets. This puppy will do a marvelous job of supplying you with a classical womanly figure. I can't wait to get this on you." Pierre led his customer back to a private dressing room, where Bob removed everything except his nylons.

Pierre wrapped the foundation garment around his chest and waist and immediately began to pull the laces. He pulled with a gusto Bob wasn't prepared for, he nearly fell backwards. There was nothing to hold on. Regaining his balance he reached inside the garment and nestled his prepubescent breast into position so they weren't being painfully squeezed by the compression of the corset. Then he braced himself by raising his hands over his head and leaned into the wall.

Pierre mockingly said, "Don't be a pussy, breathe out, and suck your gut in then hold it as best you can. The sadistic hairdresser pulled the leather laces several times, Bob finally screamed, "Stop! Stop! It's too tight, I can't breathe." Bob could see Pierre's face in the mirror and he was smiling as he pulled the laces once more and tied them in a double knot.

Bob continued to whine he couldn't breathe, he was going to faint. Pierre reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of water and maliciously poured it over the knots, knowing when they dried and shrunk his client would never be able to get the knots untied.

Bob pleaded, "Get this stupid thing off me immediately. I can't breathe."

"Relax, here have a drink of water it'll help you relax, take shallow breaths you'll adjust in no time at all."

"No you don't understand I'm going to die, please do something."

Pierre thought for a minute and said, "There is one thing I can do, if we can walk to my station I will use the hot air hair dryer on your corset. The heat will allow the leather to stretch."

Once the leather knots were firmly shrunk dry, Pierre excused himself claiming he had another client to attend to. Bob was abandoned standing in his corset and nylons in the middle of the open saloon. As other hair dressers and clients began to filter in, Bob snatched a pink uniform smock lying on a chair to hide behind. Holding the dress to his front he beat a hasty retreat to reclaim his clothes.

Returning to the dressing room, Bob found only his white pumps, with his wallet and keys neatly placed in them. Having no other alternative, he was forced to done the smock, only then did he see the words, 'Dolly Dimples' embroidered across his bosom. Staring at the refection in the mirror, Bob noticed for the first time the flesh on his chest had been pushed up and together to create the appearance of a generous cleavage.

Mortified Bob marched to the front desk with as much pride as he could muster and demanded to speak to the manager. The manager showed up fifteen minutes later which left Bob on display at the front desk to the quizzical stares of the woman and young girls coming through the front door.

When the manager arrived, Bob explained his current dilemma. A search was done for Pierre and his trousers, all that was found was a note taped to Pierre's locker that he had gone home sick.

The manager profusely apologized and assured Bob there would be no cost for today's services. Since there was no sign of his pants, he was allowed to keep the smock and was given a coupon for a free facial. Bob cringed at the thought of going into public. Having no alternative he hobbled to his truck. Bob had a devil of a time climbing into his truck with the dress. Having lost his only decent pair of men's pants, Bob briefly thought about going to Goodwill for another pair. The reality of his tiny boobs sneaking out the top of his compressed chest scared the bejesus outta him and persuaded Bob he would have to come up with another answer.

@ @ @ @

Bob drove home and pulled into a parking spot as close to his apartment that he could find. He cleared the end of the truck, and saw Candy, Sue's friend waiting at his apartment door. Bob took a few breathes, he was gripped with fear, his heart raced as beads of sweat formed on his brow. With legs of jelly, a less than confident Bob approached the woman at his door.

Candy stood with her hip thrust out one her hand resting on it as she appraised the situation before her. She put a smirk on her face, and tried to belittle Bob as she said, "Where have you been. I don't appreciate being kept waiting?"

"Candy what are you doing here? Leave me alone, it has been a long day, I don't need your shit."

"Is that any way to treat a messenger from your wife? I'll leave; however Sue will be pissed if I don't bring you with me. She has been called out of the country on business for a month. She leaves tonight and can't see you on Sunday. She asked me to fetch you. She wants to say good-bye. I'll tell her you're too busy."

"No wait! Take me to her please."

Bob stood in front of Candy as she said "Alright; but I'm embarrassed to be seen with you looking like that. I can see I'm going to have to give you pretty lessons. Why aren't you wearing lipstick?"

She reached into her purse and pulled out a tube of lipstick, in shimmering Fuchsia pink. She liberally coated his lips with the crayon like cosmetic.

Candy pointed him to for her car. She followed in his wake. Just as he reached for the handle of her Jaguar, she liberally showered him with her honeysuckle fragrance perfume. Gagging, Bob wrestled his way into her low riding sports coupé. Bob sat with his knees together; Candy looked over at him and asked, "Do you have a purse?"

Bob immediately responded, "No, why?"

"You need some way of carrying your makeup."

She removed her wallet, dropped the lipstick in the purse and handed it to Bob. "It's yours now. Take good care of it."

Candy drove Bob to his old home. She parked at the end of their long driveway and made Bob hike to the front door with his purse slung over his arm.

Bob was humiliated when he had to ring the doorbell for entry to his own home.

Sue opened the front entrance and had to look twice to recognize the person at her door. She squealed in delight at seeing him. "I'm so glad Candy found you. I have to leave right now for the airport. This financial crisis requires a trip to China. I will be gone for a month and wanted to see you before I left. Why are you wearing that dress and carrying a purse? Oh never mind, it is a good first step. I was wrong, pink is definitely your color. Will you be so kind and get my suitcase, it's on the floor in my bedroom? Thanks. I'll meet you at the car."

The feeling of nostalgia and loss flooded over Bob as he made the way to his old bedroom. He did notice the house was nice and tidy. Sue's suitcase turned out to be a steamer trunk. Bob had a difficult time dragging it to the front door. Thankfully Candy had driven up the steep driveway, to save Sue the walk. After several tries Bob was able to wrestle the case in the trunk. Bob stood off to the side unsure of what to do next. Sue opened her door and said, "Come on Bobby get in the back. I can't leave you here. Malinda would call the cops if she saw some stranger loitering about the house. Candy is taking me to the airport and then she'll drop you off at your apartment.

Climbing into the cramped quarters of the Jaguar's rear seat was less than dignified for the skirted Bob. Once he was seated and buckled in, his purse in his lap Candy took off, like she was driving in a sports car rally.

Sue's purse was resting in the open spot on the seat next to Bob. After one high-speed turn Sue's purse fell to the floor and spilled its contents. Sue looked over her shoulder and asked, "Could you pick that up for me?"

As Bob shoveled everything back into the purse he was shocked to see two blister packs of birth control pills among Sue's belongings.

Bob chocked back his emotions and asked, "Are you going alone?"

"No, the problem is with the club's account so their treasurer, Beth, is going with me."

"Is that all?"

"Well Tom, from our office is going as well. He's an expert on Asian affairs. You remember him from our office Christmas party. He's the tall handsome guy with all the muscles. We'll meet them at the airport."

Sue reached into the glove box and retrieved a large envelope, and asked Candy, "Is it alright if I show him this?"

"Sure why not, he'll find out eventually. Have him keep it, to show him what he's up against. It was taken yesterday by a professional photographer. Who complimented Phil and told him he could be a model."

Bobs heart sank as he saw a picture of Phil, with an angelic smile looking beautiful in full makeup, wearing a tight fitting sequined blue cocktail dress, hair down to his shoulders, large dangling crystal earrings and platform stilettos. Bob neatly folded the print and slid it into his purse.

@ @ @ @

At the airport Bob had hoped for a moment alone with his wife. Except it wasn't to be. Candy pulled up to the departure gate, popped the trunk, Sue grabbed her purse, double-checked for her ticket and passport, and got out. She then leaned back in the car and gave her husband a finger wave goodbye, "I've asked Candy to check on you while I'm gone. Be good and listen to her. Love the lips honey; pink really is your color."

At that point, Tom from the office, the big ex-Marine strolled over and hoisted Sue's case from the trunk with one hand and led his wife through the doors. As Candy pulled away from the curb, Sue watched them leave with a tear in her eye. She worried briefly about what Candy might do to Bob and she hoped he was strong enough to withstand her antics. She shook her head to shake away the tears and decided that if Bob was to ever earn his way back to her home, he would just have to deal with it.

From the rear seat Bob asked, "Can you please take me home?"

"I will eventually, we have one stop to make first. It's Chip n' Dale night at Sexxxy Sadie's strip club, some of the ladies from the club have arranged a hen's night out with you as the guest of honor; we've even signed you up for a Pole Dancing lesson. It'll be a blast; trust me."

"Damn it, Candy, just let me out. I'll take a cab home."

"Listen up sweet cheeks; that's the second time you used dirty language in my presence, it had better be the last time. Sue has entrusted your care and feeding to me for the month. The next time I hear anything but sweet ladylike language come out of your mouth I will find something to stuff in it. Am I clear?"

Bob thought, 'Shit it's going to be a long four weeks.'

Candy pulled up to the nightclub and turned her car over to the valets. She helped Bobby climb out of the cramped backseat. She reminded him to bring his purse and then held his hand to lead him into the joint. The doorman greeted her by name and the pair was immediately escorted to a reserved table for five, right down front of the raised stage. Bob sat and put his purse at his feet to get it out of the way. A waiter showed up straight away and without consulting Bob, Candy ordered two Cosmopolitans. As their drinks arrived, Candy stood and waved to a woman Bob didn't recognize.

Before her arrival Bob felt underdressed in his smock. This woman changed all that. She was wearing only a Los Angeles Dodgers jersey and Daisy Duke short shorts. Sitting down, she introduced herself as Alexis. Candy then added in a causal manner, "Alex is a Sex Ed teacher in the local high school. If you ever have any feminine hygiene questions she's the expert. Don't underestimate her. She has a PHD in adult education." Alex leaned over and gave Candy a fist bump followed by a kiss on the lips.

Alex smiled at Bob, "If you ever want to audit my class I will make special arrangements. Homework is a bitch. Although exams are a lot of fun."

Next, a voluptuous red head wearing a long white halter evening dress featuring an open back and rhinestone encrusted straps dropped her purse on the table without saying a word and began mingling with ladies at adjoining tables. Candy leaned over and whispered in Bobby's ear, "That's Erika; she's a brain-dead socialite, nice to look at, worth over a million bucks, known for her philanthropy; but up stairs, all the rooms are vacant."

Bob wasn't an expert on luxury items, however he suspected the eyeglasses Erika had on cost more than his truck.

Alexis leaned in and said, "Don't listen to Candy, Erika is a psychologist and is always playing mind games on poor Candy. You see Bobby; your advisory committee is handpicked to ensure we have all the bases covered. Sue receives observations about you from educators, beauticians, professional trainers, fashion models. Most of us love men and only want to make you better spouses. However, there are several man haters, like Candy, that believe all the world's men should be compelled to attend 'testosterone nullification' camps."

The last to show up was a middle-aged woman, costumed in a brown suede dress with button detailing and a gingham trim to the hemline. She also had a red and white scarf wrapped loosely about her slender neck. "Yeehaw, y'all."

She extended her hand towards Bobby as she sang out, "I don't believe we've met. Just call me Jess, that's short for Jessica. I'll bet we'll become real good friends by the time this is all over."

Then she ordered bourbon straight up.

Alex proudly announced, "Jessica only gets home occasionally. You should feel honored that your case was worth her time. She runs a Bull Semen ranch somewhere in the Texas panhandle. The semen she harvests has been credited with producing some of the world's most aggressive bulls for Spanish Bull Fighting promoters. Tell Bobby what you credit your success to Jess."

"It's my 'hands on approach' in collecting specimens. It seems to keep my bulls more relaxed leading to higher sperm counts." She said laughingly.

Candy struck her glass with a fork to get the tables attention. "Bobby you're probably wondering why you're here tonight?"

Bob nodded yes. Candy went on, "What you've before you is the nucleolus of the FFL Bobby advisory committee. Sue, as a new member to our club, has been assigned mentors. It is our responsibility to assist her in your reeducation."

The alcohol on an empty stomach helped Bob bravely reply, "Don't you mean brainwashing?"

That got a gasp out of the table. Candy turned toward Bob and cut loose an angry glare, one that Bob recognized receiving frequently from his wife. Jess stood and looked Bobby directly in the eyes. "You're a feisty one I can see that. You will be seeing a lot of us over the course of the next year. The objective of our committee is to monitor your behavior. The relationship between the committee and their subjects can become adversarial. We have found, very often a real friendship develops. How that goes, is strictly up to you. We report, as objective outsiders, what we observe back to Susan. What she does with the information is up to her. If she asks for our advice we will of course provide it. We are not here to tell her how your education is to be conducted. She knows you better than any of us."

Alex stood up, Bobby tonight is the first step in you education process. Take a look around and tell me what you see."

"A sleazy strip club filled with drunken woman."

"Exactly, except on most nights it is filled with sex crazed men, a lot of them our partners, brothers, sons and fathers. We permit this place to exist for two reasons. First it is a cash cow for our club. Oh, don't look so surprised, yes we ladies own it, and have someone else operate it."

Taking a long sip of her cocktail she went on, "The second reason it remains open is we recognized men in general are sleaze buckets. Those that haven't given in completely to their feminine side are tempted by the T & A on display here. We can't stop wondering eyes; but we sure as hell can make men pay for the privilege. The proprietor keeps detailed records of everyone who enters through the front doors. FFL gets a byname list on a monthly base. Those names are turned over to our members for corrective action if one of their men shows up here. We can't stop them from roaming but we can surly keep a record of who does what, how much they spend and drink, etc. That can all be used against them at the appropriate time. It's a hell of a lot easier than hiring private investigators to keep an eye on our husbands, sons and boyfriends."

Candy interrupted with, "We interrupt the standard girlie shows with an occasional Chip n' Dale night, so we can get our jollies off just like the men. The ladies come and enjoy themselves watching real men perform. The highlight of the evening is amateur hour, which is where you come in. Guys like you are encouraged to perform for us ladies. We want you to show us what you've got. Hopefully this will be a learning experience, it will demonstrate to you the indignity woman are put through in a places like this."

Jess handed Bob her glass of bourbon. "Here drink this it'll help you relax. Shortly you'll be escorted backstage for a cram course in pole dancing. Then you'll be the grand finale for tonight's entertainment. We'll see how you like being ogled by a house full of sex crazed customers. Most of the guys we drag here find this to be an enlightening experience."

Bob knocked back the drink and sat in stunned silence as the entertainment began. The first male dancer's routine had more ups and downs than a Las Vegas house of ill-repute. Helga, an extra from a Viking movie materialized at their table. Candy ordered Bob to go with the muscle bound giant, she would take Bobby to a room where he could prepare for his début as a pole dancer.

Bob didn't move, Helga simply grabbed Bob by the elbows and casually lifted him out of his seat. She held his bicep in a vice like grip, Candy stood and, using his lipstick, repaired his lips and put his purse on the table for safe keeping. The blonde Viking escorted Bob through the tables to a special section back stage. They got to a set of double doors; Helga lifted Bob to his toes and said in his ear. "The one on the right leads to your rehearsal studio and dressing room. The one on the left is where 'girls like you' sell nookie; in a private lounge. You choose."

Bob was absolutely flummoxed, at her suggestion he might be a prostitute. "Thanks I'll take the one on the right."

"Good choice, a wimp like you wouldn't last long as the main course in that smorgasbord. "I'll be in shortly to help you select your costume."

For the next two hours the ladies from FFL drank and enjoyed themselves as one male stripper after another debased themselves for the ladies' self-gratifying pleasure. During breaks, the small group at the main table speculated on Bobby's performance. Word had been spread to be as harsh as possible during what they anticipated would be his parody of an act.

Helga returned during the last break before the finale. She apologized, the girls back stage couldn't get Bobbie into typical stripper attire. No one could untie the Gordian knots on his corset, short of cutting it off. So they worked around it. As a consequence, Bobby was going to dress as Little Red Riding Hood, complete with floor length cape, and sexy 5 inch thigh high boots in red leather. The ladies were lustily salivating at the prospect of Bobby making a fool of himself attempting to walk in heels that high.

When Bobby first emerged into the spotlight on stage it was like paparazzi flocking to a rock star. The club erupted with hoots and catcalls. Bob calmly and sexually strolled to center stage his cape demurely wrapped around his torso, only his face and boots showed. His walk was so natural it was like he walked in them every day. He grabbed a microphone and in his most feminine voice asked for quiet. He'd an announcement to make. As a hush fell over the audience he said, "Ladies, there will be a five minute pause in my act to give everyone time to get to the ATMs. I don't take checks, American Express, Visa or Master Card. Cash only — and please don't waste my time with anything smaller than a five dollar bill."

His announcement was met with mocking laughter at Candy's table. Elsewhere there was a mad dash to the three ATMs scattered about the room. Candy glowered at the audacity of the man. She made the comment to her table mates, "I can't wait for him to fall on his face."

With the spotlight on him, Bob began his act. As a high school gymnastic star, he flew around that pole like a Romanian gymnast; he did tricks that astounded his audience. He scrambled to the top of the pole, held himself perpendicular to the pole and as he slowly slid down, as his body rotated around the pole.

He climbed the pole again and held on with one hand, threw his head back, bucked his hips and proceeded to make love to that elongated phallic symbol. At one point, his skirt rode up and Bob accidently flashed his muffin to the crowd. There wasn't a dry set of panties in the house. As he slid down the pole one last time, his legs wrapped around it tightly, the place erupted in applause. Jess stood on the table and waved a fist full of money at him.

Candy sat dejectedly at the table and drank straight tequila shots. Erika, in a dignified manner, yelled at Alex, "That wasn't an act. It was performance art! The way he combined dance with gymnastics and aerobics around that vertical pole was simply astonishing."

Bob stood and meekly accepted his accolades. He bowed and then curtsied to each side of the stage. The women rushed the stage, everyone fought to be the first to stuff their tip into his briefs. Bob was startled when some of the ladies hands lingered against his private parts. The bouncers eventually cleared the stage when a chant went up, "More, more, and more!"

Bob was physically and emotionally tired, but his ego got away from him, as he decided to perform one more trick.

Bob climbed to the top of the pole, swung his feet over his head so they were mere inches from the ceiling. His intention was to arch his back and touch his head with the toes. He hadn't counted on the rigidity of his corset or the fatigue in his hands. He was struggling to get his toes to touch. He was a mere inch away. He concentrated and forced his body against that damn steel boned corset. Exhausted, his hands slipped and Bob fell with his face down and his back arched in a C shape.

As they say it isn't the fall that hurts, it's the sudden stop at the bottom. The crunch reverberated throughout the building; there was dead silence as everyone waited to see if Bob would get up. Jess turned to a grinning Candy and angrily said, "I guess you got your wish!"

Bob rolled to a sitting position, his nose obviously crushed beyond recognition; blood poured out and quickly saturated the front of his costume. In shock, no one moved except Candy who grabbed Bob's purse and in a drunken stupor crawled on the stage and over to the wounded performer. She reached into the purse and to the astonishment of the crowd retrieved two tampons. Opening them she stuffed the absorbent cotton up what used to be Bobs nostrils. It was crude, in more ways than one, but effective.

Helga scooped up Bob's discarded cloak and carefully wrapped him in it and lifted the dancer and carried him in her arms like a small child. Candy threw the pocketbook on Bob's lap with a sarcastic, "A lady never goes anywhere without her purse."

Bob was rushed to the hospital where Dr. Alicia, the clubs cosmetic surgeon, was summoned. The ladies all agreed FFL would pick up all medical costs. The four ladies stood in Bob's room and debated on how to repair his face. No one recognized that Bob had momentarily regained consciousness he overheard the discussion on nose shapes. Bob was heavily sedated and in shock, he croaked out, "Purse."

Alex handed it to him. Bob took out the picture of Phil, pointed to his face and said in his drug induced delirium, "Nose perfect."

Everyone's attention shifted to Doctor Al, as she examined the picture and her patient. After a brief discussion among everyone in the room the doctor pronounced, "A piece of cake, let's give him a day for the swelling to go down then I'll give him the cutest pug nose you've ever seen."

@ @ @ @

Bob fought to regain consciousness; his first sense to return was smell. He detected the wonderful aroma of White Diamonds perfume, Sue's favorite. Bob pried his eyes open hoping his wife was there. A disappointed Bob only saw Alex and Erika, sitting by his bed. With a sore throat, he squeaked out, "Oh, it's only you two."

Alex leapt from her chair, "That's no way to welcome friends. We haven't left your side for almost three days."

"What happened to me? The last thing I remember I was on stage dancing. Where am I and why am I here?"

"You poor dear, you did a swan dive from the top of the stripper's pole and landed squarely on your face. You destroyed you nose. It had to be rebuilt from scratch. I'm sure you'll be delighted at the masterpiece Alicia created. It is just what you asked for."

"What are you talking about? I didn't ask for anything."

Alicia walked in carrying her clip board, just in time to hear his comment. "I was afraid of that. Memory loss is a classical symptom of a concussion."

Bending over Bob to ensure he was listening she spoke slowly and distinctly. "Everyone was adamant that I reproduce exactly the nose in the picture you carry around with you. I argued it was too drastic a change but they were insistent. It really does transform your appearance. Once your hair grows out you'll present as an attractive woman."

"I don't want to be attractive!"

The doctor harrumphed the comment; she turned to the ladies in the room who were shocked at Bobby's statement. "He's delusional, we need to leave now and let our patient get his beauty sleep."

"Will he be alright?" questioned Alex.

"There are some anomalies in his blood work. But I'm sure he'll be fine. He just needs to rest. I hope to send him home tomorrow. Can one of you drive him?"

Over the next 24 hours Bobby was pampered by the hospital staff. Alicia had the resident hospital beautician shampoo and dye Bobby's hair and repair the chips in his nails. Much to Bob's surprise he awoke to find during his nap he'd acquired a pedicure in the same flaming pink that graced his fingers. He still had the curly bob haircut with blunt bangs. But now he was a true peroxide blonde. The pink highlights were history. Bobby sat in a wheel chair, and waited to be taken to Erika's car. He wore the presents the three ladies had provided him. Alex had given him his first bra, one sized just for him. Jess sent over an elegant pair of silk French knickers. Erika gift wrapped a colorful sundress decorated with yellow daisies. Bob wasn't sure if he was thrilled or ashamed by the gifts.

The nurse walked in with his discharge papers; she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out his purse. "Here's your pocketbook miss; we managed to save your money, though some is soaked in blood. I'm terribly sorry, but we weren't able to salvage your gorgeous corset. It was saturated in blood and we had to cut it off you to ensure there were no internal injuries."

The nurse provided Bobby with script for pain pills, his next doctor's appointment and finished his outpatient briefing by telling Bobby, "Your nose will undergo significant changes in the first two weeks following rhinoplasty. The swelling gradually dissipates over the first several weeks and thus the appearance of the nose changes gradually. When the bandages are removed next week, the nose will look swollen. Usually by the end of the second week, the swelling and bruising have subsided enough that the casual observer won't readily notice that the nose has been operated on."

He thanked the hospital staff and was wheeled to his ride by a young orderly that kept trying to look down the front of his dress. He traveled in style; Erika had rented a limo to take him home. He sat in the rear across from Erika who was drinking champagne. He opened his purse to put away the discharge papers and was shocked to find over $200 in it. Erika smiled at him, "It's yours to keep. You've earned it. Go out and buy yourself something indulgently decadent.

Bob thought, 'Yeah like my electrical bill.'

She walked him to his door, took his keys and unlocked the door for him. When Bobby turned to thank her, Erika leaned in and gave him a sweet peck on the lips and said, "So long sweetie, I've programmed my number in your cell. If you need anything give me a call.

The first thing, Bob did was head to the bathroom to get a good look at his face. What he saw scared him, he had a large lump on his forehead. His nose reminded him of Pinocchio with its bandages, sticking out from two black eyes surrounded by purple bruises.

Forcing his vision down, he saw what appeared to be a decent looking woman. The dress was a little to cutesy for his taste but it was attractive. The tight bodice accentuated his budding breasts which were encased in their padded bra. He went to the medicine cabinet and found his girlie vitamins and herbal supplements. He downed four days worth of pills trying to catch up. In a haze of femininity, he found his purse and applied a little perfume to feel pretty.

He was about to sit and relax when there was a knock on the door. It was a florist, with a delivery for Bobby. The man carried in two dozen red roses. There was no card. Bob had never received flowers before; hell he'd never sent flowers to anyone. As he put them in a vase he thought, 'A person could get used to this.' Another knock on the door, Bob peaked out and recognized his landlord. The man never looked up, just handed Bob a pile of mail that had backed up. Bob sat down to go through it. There was the usual junk mail and a few bills; with each letter he hoped there was something from Sue; even a postcard would be nice. But alas there were only a dozen get well cards, all from the girls in Alex's class, each extended an invitation to come visit when Bobby felt better.

Another knock on the door, Bob forced himself to his feet and opened the door to another florist. He had three huge floral arrangements, one each from Alex, Erika and Jess. After arranging them around his teeny boudoir, it had taken on the ambiance of an English garden. Bob was exhausted; the brassiere was shed and callously dropped to the floor. He made room on his bed, attached his suction devices and fell asleep still wearing his French knickers. He didn't wake for nearly fifteen hours.

He would have stayed asleep longer, except he needed to pee. He unhooked his massive suction cups. After 15 hours of the pump on high, his breasts completely filled the plastic forms. He broke the vacuum seal and threw the device on the bed. He was amazed at the size of his breasts, he realized it was only temporary but they were currently impressive. Trying to gage their size from his top down perspective was difficult. He couldn't be sure but they appeared to be equal to his wife's.

He may be wearing silk knickers and had a nice set of knockers; but by god he was still a man, so he stood to pee. After washing his hands he stepped on the scale and found he'd lost another eight pounds. He hadn't eaten solid food in almost five days so he wandered to the fridge in search for something to eat. The only thing he found was a half empty pint of cottage cheese and a quart of sour milk.

He needed to venture out and get something to fill his empty stomach. Bob tried on an old ratty t-shirt but his boobs were supersensitive from being under suction for so long. Bob saw the lovely soft bra lying on the floor where he'd dropped it. Putting it on and positioning his engorged flesh into the silk cups was a wonderful soothing solution to his predicament.

Bob made a fateful decision; the bra was obviously a necessity so he would go out en femme. He stuffed a handful of cash into his purse; made sure he had his driver's license and headed to the super Wal-Mart. His first stop was the sandwich shop. He purchased a twelve inch tuna with light mayo and a large drink, diet of course. His appetite was satisfied by the time he was only half way done. He put the other half in his purse, carried his drink and went grocery shopping. He simply ignored the strange looks he got from his fellow shoppers.

Once the cart was filled with all the essentials Bob wasn't ready to go back to his small apartment. So he just roamed the store. He tried to browse in stealth mode, keeping his head down. Eventually he was drawn to the display of televisions, as his apartment didn't have one. When he arrived at the floor models, all the screens were displaying a feature on makeup and the dramatic change it can have on the plainest woman's face. Bob was mesmerized by the model's beauty; a warm fuzzy feeling started in the pit of his stomach and migrated to his crotch. The realization he was being aroused disturbed Bob. Before he had an accident in his panties, he headed to the checkout counter. His route, sent him pass an exhibit selling picture frames. Bob did a double take on one where the woman featured was wearing the identical outfit Phil had on in his picture. Bob thought it strange she had the same earrings as well. Before he could make a closer examination of the photo, a group of teenage girls bumped into his cart and snickered at his damaged face. Upset at their lack of manners, Bob excused himself and headed to checkout.

The lines were long and barely moving as it seemed everyone in his queue needed a price check. Bob's bladder was full and he feared an embarrassing leak. He finally paid his bill and headed to his car. His route took him past the restrooms. Bob looked at the woman's side and it had two ladies waiting to enter. Bob was a man, by golly; he would use the correct restroom. Entering he was delighted to see the only occupant was in the single stall. Bob marched to the urinal, pulled up the front of his dress, held down the front of his French knickers, pulled out his thing and relieved himself.

He rearranged everything and turned to leave. There standing in the door was a mountain of a man who identified himself as store security. "Miss please come with me, we've had a complaint of a woman using the men's room."

Bob tried to explain, the man would hear nothing of it. Bob was unceremoniously marched to the manager's office. Bob took the walk of shame escorted by the guard and thought, 'When did I buy a ticket for the crazy train?'

It took 30 embarrassing minutes to clear up the issue; Bob was first searched from top to bottom by a woman employee to ensure he wasn't a shoplifter. Then in front of the manager and another eyewitness he had to disrobe to 'prove' he was actually a male. The manager was forced to let Bob go when he couldn't find any law saying it was illegal for a man dressed as a woman to use the men's bathroom. Bob was escorted to his car and politely asked to never return.

Once home and safely in his apartment, Bob vowed to not leave until his face had healed. Bob took his daily meds, attached his boob makers, settled down with his computer. His fixation was now focused on makeup application. He spent hours on the internet searching for articles on how to apply cosmetics.

About mid-week, he thought he would go crazy. He just couldn't handle the loneliness another minute. He'd lost hope, all desire and motivation. At that very moment, four outsized UPS packages were delivered for Bob. They were accompanied by a short note from Erika.

'Dear Bobby, I'm going through this absolutely agonizingly delicious process, right now, of
clearing out and reorganizing my closet. I noticed we're about the same size, I thought you
might like to have few of my hand-me-downs. Anything you don't want, just throw away.

Hugs and kisses Erika.'

Bob opened the boxes; they were packed with a plethora of every kind of feminine attire imaginable, shoes, dresses, lingerie, even negligees. All very preppy and stylish and in what he now recognized as his size. It didn't take Sherlock Homes to figure out Erika wasn't being completely truthful. A large percentage of the items still had price tags attached. Bob stacked the boxes in a corner; sure he'd never use the clothes.

The thought he had at least one friend, brought a spring to his step and a smile to his face. He still had a nagging feeling that it would be easier to give up. But something inside him wouldn't allow that to happen. He refused to be defeated. This sign of friendship and generosity was just what Bob needed. He became stronger, more focused, more determined than ever.

Bob knew he was feeling better when he went back to his corset training. A motivated Bob got back into his daily routine, of exercise, walking in high heels and womanly mannerisms practice. He added feminine voice lessons he found on the net. It had been two weeks; he'd ventured out only once that was to make his doctor's appointment. When he looked into a mirror he saw a familiar face, it just wasn't his.

He'd been flying solo for so long he almost forgot what is felt like to be with his wife. Lately it had become been harder and harder to coax Mr. Happy out to play. He had to spend time playing with his breasts and nipples to generate sufficient stimulation to get an erection. That was a bit emasculating, but the pleasure he received massaging the progesterone cream into his breasts made up for the effort required to get a sexual release.

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The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 6 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose
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Bob was sound asleep when there was a pounding on his door. "Who is it?"

"It's Candy you twit. Open up and let me in."

"What a minute I'm not dressed."

Bob unhooked his suction cups, wrapped his body in the bed sheet, unlocked the door and retreated to the bed. Candy stormed in like she owned the place.

"What are you doing here?" questioned Bob.

"I'm fulfilling my pledge to Sue, to watch out for your sad ass. How are you doing since your clumsy accident?"

"I'm fine, now please leave."

Candy ignored his request, "Not so fast, I want to be able to give Sue a detailed report on your condition."

Bob was trapped on the bed and hid behind his sheet. She meandered randomly through his place. When she got to the four boxes she opened the first flap and got a glimpse of frilly things. Bob jumped up clinging onto the bed sheet and pushed her away. "Those are mine, stay out of them."

Candy went and sat on his bed, she picked up the suction devices. She recognized them for what they were and maliciously commented, "You wasted your money on those. It's a scam. Oh look at the long face. What's wrong Bobby?"

"I'm lonely and miss my wife and best friend."

Candy laughed, "You mean ex-best friend don't you?" Then holding up a letter with Sue's handwriting and addressed to Candy, she waved it at Bob. "I get a message from her every day. How many times have you heard from her?"

"Get out Candy, I'm healthy and that's all you need to know. Letter or no letter, she is still my wife!"

"I know I'm still working on that one."

Candy stood next to the sissified Bobby and gloated, "It's no use sulking, Bobby. Face facts, you're not the man Sue fell in love with. I'm not sure you're a real man anymore. Bobby, you turned in your man card the day you agreed to participate in the pageant."

Bob took a determined step toward Candy trying to intimidate her, "Who said I wasn't. I'll show you."

At which point Candy ripped the bed sheet from Bob's hands. There he stood with two diminutive breasts protruding from his chest, wearing a corset, ears adorned with sparkly studs, a set of French knickers, and to top it off his nails done up in sissy pink.

"Yeah I can see that. Wait till Sue hears about this."

Candy poked his left boob with her finger. "Not exactly porn star knockers like my Phil's, but for a sissy they're not bad."

Candy left the room laughing so hard she bumped into the doorjamb on her way out. Bob just stood shell-shocked and didn't move until he heard her car roar away.

After over three weeks of double doses of hormones, the euphoria of the first few days gave way to wild mood swings with periods of severe depression. He thought seriously of calling his psychologist, but didn't have his number any longer. Sue had handled all doctor appointments. There were times when Bob honestly didn't believe he could handle it, the loneliness and utter despair of his situation. One letter or email from Sue would have saved Bob. He so wanted to question her about the birth control pills. Candy's cruel comments hurt Bob to the quick. What if what she inferred was true, that Sue didn't care for him anymore? Was he going through this girlie hell for nothing? He sat and cried, like he hadn't since he was a small child.

@ @ @ @

Candy drove her Jag to the post office to check her box. She didn't have her mail delivered home, too many inquisitive eyes. She dug out two letters from Sue; opening them she found the customary request to deliver them to Bobby. Candy casually dropped them in the trashcan, as she thought, 'When is that woman going to forget about the loser of a man she married. She is on the edge of switching teams, I can just tell. It's only a matter of time until I get her in my bed and make the trade official.'

Candy drove home with a smile on her face. She pulled up to her front door in a shower of gravel. Candy hadn't even closed her car door when the front entrance opened and there framed in the doorway was a tall broad shouldered caricature of a French maid. Marching to the door Candy ordered, "Pocahontas, fetch me a double Scotch, bring it into my office and make it fast."

"I'm called Pénélope, mistress, not Pocahontas."

"Yeah whatever! God I love your legs in those six inch spikes. I know they're a bitch to work in; but I don't care! You weren't hired for your résumé; you're only here as eye candy! Now on your way, don't make me punish you again for insubordination."

Candy sat at her computer. Her maid brought the drink and handed it to her displaying thick masculine fingers tipped with ultra-long crimson nails. Candy sighed and thought, 'Good help is so hard to find these days. They're truly a dying breed that's why I've been forced to train my own.'

"Pénélope you're a gem, I don't know how I got along without you."

Pénélope tucked an errant lock of blonde hair back under her maid's cap and turned to leave. Candy looked over the rim of her whisky glass and called out, "Wait Phyllis."

In exasperation the maid turned, "Mistress, for the last time, please call me Pénélope. That's the name we agreed to when I signed my personal services contract."

"I know I keep getting you confused with the bum who used to live here."

"How may I be of service?"

"Pénélope, have you made up the guest bedroom like I ordered? My nephew Sam is arriving tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am, everything is exactly as you directed. The painters left this morning. The room is now a lovely shade of pink."

"That’s great I'm sure Samantha will hate it. I won't be long here, go finish your chores, then join me for a bubble bath, its play time."

Candy opened her email; skipping past all the work related issues until she came to an email from her latest prospective conquest.

'Dear Candy, have you heard from my husband? I'm getting desperate, I'm worried sick. I'm about to give up on that man. He is so inconsiderate. I'm so lonely; he could at least take the time to write. If I don't hear from him soon, things will change between us. You have been forwarding my emails right? The Chinese won't allow us to go through our normal providers. They insist on us using their government service. We have been warned our mail is being read and censored. Please let me know what's going on. Hugs from Sue.'

Candy cackled as she read the letter. She replied immediately.

'Dear Sue, I am so sorry about that dud of a husband. Trust me, I've hand delivered all of your letters, and forwarded your emails the minute I get them. I probably shouldn't be telling you this; I do know he was out drinking at Sadie's Strip Club. Evidently he'd too much to drink and fell and hit his head. I just left him, he's physically fine. He didn't even mention your name, sorry.

Hugs and kisses from your Candy Cane.'

@ @ @ @

Bob sat alone in his apartment, anticipating and fearing at the same time Sue's return in three days. To keep his mind occupied he was busy cleaning the apartment. No mattered how hard he concentrated he was still bewildered about his status with Sue. She'd ignored him for an entire month. What was the message she was trying to send, that she'd given up on their marriage. Or was it something more Machiavellian, just a ploy to motivate Bob to greater heights? It gave Bob a headache trying to figure out Sue's intentions.

Bob was about to throw away a pile of papers when he noticed the coupon for the free facial. Bob thought back to the last two times at the beauty college but figured the law of averages was in his favor this time. He decided, he would do this for himself and worry about Sue later. He disconnected the milking machines from his chest, he marveled at how pink and sensitive his breasts and nipples got after a prolonged secession on the pump. He put on his soft support bra, a sweatshirt and his girl shorts. He threw his keys, wallet and coupon in his purse and headed to the Beauty College.

Walking through the front doors he was immediately greeted by Judy, the manager, who again apologized for his last trip. She assured him Pierre had received a firm warning and was fined a week's pay for his little prank. Bob sat and relaxed as the beautician finished his facial.

A young woman named Yvonne approached Bobby with a proposition. She was just starting at the school training to be a cosmologist and needed to do five makeovers in a week. She was way behind and offered to do one for Bobby free of charge; she even stipulated she would go slow and explain every step so he could replicate the look at home. Bob readily agreed.

Yvonne disappeared in the rear; Jack sat nervously in the chair twisting his fingers in his lap waiting for his treatment to begin. Pierre had been reassigned to clean up and was sweeping the floor when he recognized his old friend Bobby. He thought here was his chance for payback. When Yvonne came to the cabinet for her supplies, Pierre offered to help. He handed her a series of tubes, jars, and creams out of his personal locker.

"Pierre, none of these have labels."

"I know dear, that's part of the school's teaching process. You must learn to identify the products by their look and feel and not rely on labeling."

"That makes sense."

Pierre maliciously inquired, "What look are you going to give our customer?"

"I was thinking a normal daytime makeover."

His eyes twinkling with mischief he replied, "Oh, no dear, anyone can do that. I really think the full out glamour look would be more educational for you. Give your client, the 'I'm going clubbing' look. It'll bring you to everyone's attention, I'm sure."

Yvonne positioned the supplies Pierre had provided for her at her work station. She studied the shape of his face and laid out a game plan.

"What length do you want on the false eyelashes?" A speechless Bobby shrugged and stared straight ahead, "Do whatever you think is best."

"Let's go with the extra thick glamour length for a start. I've these human hair lashes, which are very fashionable they've crystals embedded in the lashes. They really draw attention to the eyes."

As she glued the lashes in place Pierre celebrated, the ditz Yvonne had failed to notice he'd replaced the eyelash adhesive with a tube of superglue.

She worked her magic on the new customer, while dispensing witty fashion banter and an occasional life lesson. Bob remained mute and could only gawk in amazement. Over the last week or so, he'd slowly come to the realization that he had the potential to be a passable woman. But now he was more than that. With his makeup done this way he was no super model but he was a very convincing looking woman. He wondered what Sue would think of his new look.

His eyes were outlined in heavy jet-black and then accentuated with long false lashes, while his lids were dramatically adorned in sparkling smoky black and gray eye shadow. Dusky rose blush caused his prominent cheekbones to smolder with intensity. His full, pouty lips were covered with a creamy coat of dramatic tart red lipstick.

Yvonne stood back and admired her work. She was more than satisfied and she could see by the look on her client's face that she was too.

"What do you think Bobby?" Yvonne asked beaming.

He didn't hesitate. "I'm amazed. I never thought I could look this pretty."

Yvonne humbly answered, "It was easy you have great skin and amazing bone structure.

Puckering his lips Bob asked, "How long will they glisten like this?"

"It's a new lip gloss I can't tell you exactly. I'll sell you a tube to keep in your purse."

Bob was mesmerized by his lips; they were so plump and inviting. "What shade of lipstick did you use?"

"I'm not sure, wait here I'll go check."

Bob sat and fluttered his eyes in the mirror and thought, 'my lashes feel like they weighed a ton, but they are simply scrumptious.'

He reclined in the salon chair and waited for what seemed like hours. Eventually Judy, rather than Yvonne scurried over to his chair. The look on her face concerned Bob. "What's the matter, you look worried?"

"Yvonne is crying in the back room, she feels terrible. Ms. Turner, I don't know how to explain this. The makeup Yvonne applied isn't our normal product. It's advertised as being permanent. She feels terrible about the mix-up. I'll do an investigation to find out how those cosmetics got mixed in with our normal supply."

As he came up out of his chair, Bob shrieked, "Permanent. You've got to be shitting me!"

"Relax, long lasting is more accurate, my best guess is what you're wearing will fade in about six weeks."

"Oh, that's much better. Maybe I will get a burka veil and go into hiding for that time.

"I'm so sorry; let me do something to make this up to you. Is there anything you need right now?"

"Yes, a drink and make it a double."

"I don't have any alcohol, but I do have a couple of Valium in my purse. Would you like those while we work out what to do?"

"Yes please, I'm about to have a nervous breakdown."

Waiting for the drugs to take effect, Judy proposed a deal to avoid a lawsuit. I've noticed your hairdo is less than attractive. How about I put my best girls on giving you a makeover, to include hair extensions?"

Then in a lighthearted manner she added, "They can be cut out if you don't like them, they aren't permanent."

In his shock and drug induced stupor Bob agreed. He thought, 'Anything to get out of this madhouse. Why do I keep coming back here?'

Diane was first; she spent the better part of two hours weaving his extensions into his existing hair. When she was finished, Bob could feel the hair tickling his shoulders. He was amazed at the added weight a few inches hair caused. Once that was done Diane set his hair in long curls, then placed Bob under the dryer, and handed him a Cosmo to read while he waited. With his hair dry and still in curlers, he was led back to the chair, where Betty removed his shoes and stockings to give him a pedicure, Silvia simultaneously worked on his manicure. Once they were done Bobby had a set of sparkly nails in the same shade of red as his lips. Diane removed his curlers and fluffed, arranged, and set his new hairstyle with spray. He was lead over to a mirror. The reflection of a beautiful, if overdone young woman stared back. Her full, fluffy blonde waves surrounded her head like a golden halo, and softly caressed her shoulders with long coils of curls.

Bob was so startled by what he saw he actually wet himself.

Bob headed for the door before his little whoops leaked through to his shorts; French knickers do not a nappy make. Before he could make his escape he was intercepted by Judy.

She scrutinized him with a professional eye, "Ms. Turner, I'm just not saying this; but, darn, you look fabulous."

She briefed Bobby that he'd been given the very best synthetic hair extensions on the market. She assured him they would retain their present shape for up to a week. The only maintenance required was a comb through with his fingers and everything would fall back into place. Bob's stomach churned, as he patiently listened to this woman who blocked his only exit, as she rambled on about the differences between human hair and synthetic hair extensions. He excused himself and said he had to get going he had been there longer than planned. Judy wouldn't let him leave until he'd signed a form, freeing the beauty college from all liabilities for their mistake. With pee running down his leg he would have signed anything to get to away.

Judy just couldn't let it end there he was in the parking lot when Judy hollered after him, "We have clinics for our new girls on full body waxing every Saturday. As a preferred customer you'll get head of the line privileges."

Bob ran the rest of the way to his truck. He got home, cleaned the wet spot on his truck seat and relaxed for what remained of the day. Routine was his emotional lifesaver, he took his special vitamins, and herbal supplements, attached his suction cups and surfed the net until he fell asleep. He awoke the next morning with the suction pump still working. He walked to the bathroom for his morning ablutions. Glancing into the mirror he was still amazed at what he saw looking back at him. With his new face, heavy makeup, long blonde hair, and temporarily engorged chest with its matching set of perky nipples, he looked more like a Spice Girl - Wannabe than Bob the IT geek.

Bob despondently gazed at his razor, picked it up from the sink and took it with him into his morning shower. Shaving his face was a thing of the past, now he only shaved was his legs and underarms.

No matter how hard he scrubbed, his makeup remained fused to his face, even the damn glitter imbedded in the eye shadow. He eventually gave up on his face and turned his attention to using the lavender body wash cleaning the rest of his body. It was surprising how dirty his boobs were. It took several minutes of gentle washing until Bob moved on to his other body parts.

For some reason, Bob felt a need to perfect his feminine voice. He spent the entire day going through vocal exercises. He recorded his voice and played it back. It didn't sound like him. He needed a real life test. He picked up his cell phone and called a computer help desk, using his new speech pattern Bob identified himself as Bobby and asked a number of what could only be termed dumb blonde questions. He got a series of yes Ma'am, no ma'am and have a good day miss responses. Satisfied with his progress Bob spent the remainder of the day holding a conversation with himself.

It was mid-day Saturday; Bob sat in his favorite chair and worried about tomorrow. Would Sue just assume he would show up for their brunch date? Did she even want to see him? He was so conflicted.

Luckily, the issue was resolved with the arrival of his new friend, 'Candy'. She didn't even knock, simply barged into his room like a detachment of German storm troopers. "Get up twinkle toes; get your act together. We have work to do? Sue got home last night; I picked her up at the airport. Evidently she did a marvelous job of negotiation with those communist bastards and made the club a lot of money. In appreciation the club is throwing a party in her honor Sunday evening. For some reason, she insisted I invite you. I'm here to insure you come appropriately dressed. I see you've already done your makeup. Where did you learn at Tarts R Us?"

Her face opened into a huge amused grin, "Grab your credit cards we girls are going shopping?

"I don't have any money for discretionary spending. There are a number of outfits in those boxes, perhaps we could find something appropriate in there."

Candy tore through the boxes like a Viking raid on an Irish monastery. She settled on a Linen Mini Skirt, in cobalt blue with a high-rise waist and Frill hem. Then for a top she went with a Virgin white slim fit cashmere pullover with a Boat neckline, and 3/4 sleeves.

Candy threw a pair of leather ankle boots at Bob. "These will go nicely with your outfit. You still need just the right accessories. I'll bring them with me when I come. I'll even be your private taxi and take you to the party. I'll be back about three to help you get dressed."

@ @ @ @

Bob had just removed the suction devices, his breasts felt swollen and sensitive today. He glanced at the clock, Candy walked in at the strike of 3 PM.

Candy entered with a small bag from which she withdrew a pair of black hose. Bob put them on and fidgeted for several minutes to get the seams right. Candy had Bobby stand as she tightened his corset to its maximum. The extra tight corset arched his back slightly and increased the feminine sexiness to his walk. Bob slipped on the skirt, sat and put on his heels. He complained they were a size too small. Candy was not impressed with his argument; she merely reached down and zipped the boots closed. Bob stood to get his bra. Candy snatched the underwear from his hand and kept it behind her back. Waving the bra around like a flag she taunted, "These are for big girls; you don't have a need for this. You're going unsupported tonight. Put your sweater on we're going to be late."

When Bob complained, Candy looked at him like he was a recalcitrant child. He pulled the soft sweater over his head and settled it about his unfettered boobs. As the velvety cashmere caressed his hyper sensitive breasts, Bob felt a delightful tingle passed through him. He fluffed his hair with his fingers; the perfect coiffed hair gracefully swept the top of shoulders. Bob immediately noticed the tightness of his top. His frisky nipples were plainly evident as they made two distinctive knobs in his front.

Candy reached into her bag and produced some ostentatious jewelry. They were heavy vintage rhinestone encrusted dangling earrings, once attached they pulled on his earlobes and almost reached his shoulders. When he moved his head, Bob could feel them brushing against his neck.

Candy closely inspected her creation and proudly announced, "Bobby you're no beauty queen but passable pretty. Put on some perfume and we'll leave.

Candy dropped Bob off at the club entryway and went to park her car. Bob passed through the lobby and stood at the entrance to the auditorium. Bob took a few deep breaths and pushed open the door. The room was teaming with activity as Bobby made his grand entrance. It was a bit anticlimactic as no one seemed to notice. He spotted Sue dressed in a beautiful aquamarine sleeveless dress that he'd never seen before. Sue was surrounded by a bevy of club members all apparently vying for her attention.

@ @ @ @

He approached her from the side and said in his best girlie voice, "Welcome home Sue, it's good to have you back."

She gave a disinterested look to the attractive woman with the exaggerated makeup. The expression on her face was priceless when she realized the tart was actually Bobby. Hurt by his apparent failure to communicate with her during her long arduous trip, she spitefully replied, "Do I know you?"

"Sue, it's me, your husband under all this war paint."

Sue flicked her hair out of her eyes with a feminine grace and said, "I'm not sure who you are lady, my husband abandoned me and didn't even say goodbye. I can only assume I no longer have a husband."

Sue made a shooing motion with her hands, "Now run along little girl; us grownups are trying to hold a conversation."

Bob his willpower totally sapped meekly sought a chair nearby and sat pensively and sobbed in a table napkin, if his makeup hadn't been permanent he would have been a real sight. Bob was having a kaleidoscope of emotions wondering when this masquerade would end. Alex came and sat with Bob, Erika joined them on the other side. Bob soaked up their friendship like a dry sponge.

Sue turned her head to see what the commotion was; she saw Bobby sitting at the table with two of her club mentors. Erika saw Sue stare at the trio and jumped to her feet. In a loud and firm voice that reverberated throughout the room, "Shame on you Susan Turner, I thought we were friends. You aren't my friend if you treat this dear sweet man like this."

Erika literally turned her back on Sue and went to hug Bobby.

Sue was furious at being shunned; she reached over and grabbed Erika by the shoulder and spun her around, "Do you have any idea how badly that sweet person has hurt me? I was terrified I'd lost the one man I love. He ignored all my attempts at communication while I was away."

Facing an emotional apocalypse, Bob wasn't going to allow this revisionist history to stand. He jumped to his feet and shouted in a deep baritone voice, "Bull shit!"

The room became deathly quiet; it was as if someone farted in church. No one, certainly not some lowly male, would dare make a vulgar comment at the club. Everyone in the ballroom turned and glowered at Bob. He took a deep breath. Once he had a hold of his emotions he continued in a more appropriate feminine voice, where he kept it the remainder of the night. "You're the one that wouldn't talk to me. Daily, I sent emails to your personal and corporate accounts, and got zilch back."

Sue was unnerved by the way Bob spoke in such a confident and feminine manner. She looked like she was going to cry but still defended herself, "That's because Gmail doesn't work in China. Candy assured me she forwarded you my new email address. I also put it in the letters I sent you through Candy."

"I never received letter one from you, not even a post card. And no electronic mail either. What's your game Susan?"

Alex turned to Erika, "I think I smell a rat. Where's Candy?"

Veronica Miller, the chairperson came over to see what the disturbance was all about. The situation was explained and Veronica went to her office to organize a thorough search for the conveniently missing Candy. Sue placed her shoulder bag on the table and sat down across from her husband. The woman on each side clung to him like flypaper. Sue wasn't sure how she felt about that. She studied him intently and could see Bob hidden behind all the glitz and sparkles. Finally Sue just had to ask, "Bobby, why do you look like that?"

Bob sighed, "You mean like a twenty dollar hooker? It's a long story. Candy insisted I dress this way, the nose was an accident, and the hair and makeup were all a mix-up at my beauty parlor."

Sue did a double take, "You have a beauty parlor? My heavens a lot has changed in a few weeks."

Before Bob could amplify, Veronica returned. She stood presiding over the table. Waving over one of the multitude of scantily clad shemale waitresses, she had him distribute glasses of Dom Perginon champagne to everyone.

"Ladies, I believe what we have here is a failure to communicate. There was nothing malicious just a series of unintended mistakes. I reached Candy on her cell. She gave me her word she forwarded all correspondence from Sue to Bobby. Perhaps Bobby you should check and ensure you provided Candy with the correct URL."

"Candy also gave me her word she'd never received any snail mail from Sue at her home. I called and verified that with her housekeeper. Now everyone should just calm down and celebrate Susan's successful trip. She made this organization a boat load of money."

Sue finished her drink and politely asked the other ladies for privacy as she wanted to have some alone time with Bobby.

Bob noticed she didn't say her husband; rather she only used his feminized name.

Erika picked up on that also; so she left but only after giving Bobby a reassuring hug and a kiss on the lips.

Sue gasped. With a smirk Erika said, "Relax Susie-Q. Bobby and I are old friends. Why I bet he's even wearing the panties I left at his place. Just be aware Sue, you mess with my paramour, and you mess with me!"

Erika gave Alex a big theatrical wink. Alex turned to Sue, "Susan I have watched this man put himself through hell for you and have come to view him as a wonderful man and a good friend. Bobby may have traded in his jockey shorts, but I know for a fact he's all man under the lace panties."

In a huff she went off with Erika to the bar where they exchanged high fives. A perplexed Susan went and sat in the vacated seat next to Bob. He wondered if she did it as a sign of intimacy or just so no one would hear what she had to say.

"What's going on with you and those two?"

"Nothing, there're just good friends."

Sue glanced over to the bar at the two ladies; Alex gave Sue an innocent smile and went back to her drink. "Bobby did you really believe I simply would stop talking to you? That's not me. I've never backed down from a confrontation. If I was going to dump you I would be up front about it. I'm hurt you thought that."

Bob's normal reaction would be to go into grovel mode; but not this time. "Susan, don't go getting all sanctimonious on me. You thought the exact same thing of me." Part of his new backbone had to do the package he had glimpsed in Sue's handbag as it sat on the table.

"There's a difference, I have a historical precedent to justify my feelings. I was afraid it was more of your testosterone induced tantrums. I love your hair by the way; it must have taken a long time. You really must give me the name of your hairdresser. Maybe we could go together sometime."

The thought of returning to the Beauty College sent chills down his spine. "Trust me Susie; you don't want anything to do with my hairdresser."

Reaching out she took his hand into hers. "The old Bob never gave a hoot for his personal appearance. It must have taken you forever to get ready for this gala. I appreciate it; but it wasn't necessary."

Sue put her arm around Bobby and pulled him toward her. She inhaled the elixir of his perfume. "Good heavens, Bobby your feminine allure is quite strong tonight. Bobby, why did you go all fem for tonight? I'm impressed that you cared enough to make this effort."

"I just wanted to look pretty for you."

"I see, forgive me for saying this; the sudden interest in beauty is not very masculine. Are you starting to question your masculinity? No real man would willingly dive into the estrogen pool of makeup, bras and silk panties like you have. Yet look at you, it's like you just stepped off the cover of Vogue. I swear looking like you do; you could give a dead man an erection. You have come a long way on your journey along the girlie highway. There has to be more to it than a silly beauty contest. Are you exploring a new gender role? I'll understand if you are."

"No Susan, it may not look like it; but I'm still all man. Dressing as a woman doesn't change who I am, it just glamorizes the package."

Bob stood and pushed his chest towards Sue, and reached up and flicked one earring as he said with as much bravado as he could muster, "I'm parading around in this ridiculous paraphernalia to demonstrate to you how seriously I consider my pledge to give a 100% for the next pageant. That is what you wanted isn't it?"

With his nipple about to poke out her eye Sue leaned back reached up and tweaked his nipple while she said, "You're indecent in that top! Why aren't you wearing a bra?"

"Candy insisted I not wear a brassiere."

"Come on Bobby, you need to take responsibility for your own actions. Stop blaming Candy for everything. She is my best friend, stop trying to poison our relationship."

Hearing he'd lost his position as her best friend hurt Bob, he slumped into a chair. He said heatedly, "It's an inconvenient truth. You may not want to hear this; but Candy is a lying, conniving bitch."

"Nonsense, don't be a pompous ass, she is a sweet caring person. If fact she has privately confided to me, that since Phil is doing so well on his own; she now views you as her protégée. She is only trying to help you achieve your goal of being as feminine as you want." Even as she was defending Candy, Sue had to wonder if any of Bob's accusations had any basis in truth. But Candy was her friend and Candy wouldn't do anything to hurt Bob. Would she?

"Sue, wake up and smell the coffee, she's trying to break us up!"

Sue knitted her brow and said, "The mere idea that Candy would try and sabotage our relationship is cockamamie." She had already discarded the thought that Candy might be intentionally hurting Bob.

"Relationship, my ass!" said Bob, "She's trying to destroy our marriage."

"Bobby, keep your musings to yourself. Who my friends are is none of your business. When I want your opinion on my relationships, I'll ask for it or...!"

"Or what Sue?"

"Don't make me go there Bobby, you may not like where it ends up."

Bob jumped to his feet and threw a chair out of the way, "Damn it Susan, I'm not some gender neutral Booby. I'm Robert your husband. As long as I am, when I see you about to walk off a cliff I will talk to you any way I see fit."

Sue was taken aback by the virulence of his outburst. This was not the meek mild computer nerd she married.

Bob sat back down and calmly said, "Please don't leave me Sue. I love you and am just trying to protect you. I've no nefarious purpose in keeping you away from Candy. She's just an evil person."

"Who said anything about leaving you? The form of our relationship may be transforming into more of a friendship than a marriage and our future sleeping arrangements may change; but as long as you make a serious effort to change, I plan on keeping you around."

Hearing Sue allude to possible changes in their marriage brought Bob back to the package that had concerned him previously. Pointing to Sue's purse, he said, "Sue, why do you have a home pregnancy test in your purse?"

Sue barely glanced at it as she told Bob, "Oh...Candy asked me to pick it up for her." She reached over and closed the bag. Considering the fact that Candy had suggested that she show it to Bob made her wonder about Candy's intentions and motivations. But it seemed harmless, perhaps it was just Candy rubbing Bob's nose in the fact that he wasn't having sex and Candy and Sue were free to do so. In any case, she wasn't overly concerned.

"I thought that Candy and Phil weren't going to have sex, just like you and I?"

Sue just looked at Bob and said, "I don't know if Candy and Phil are sleeping together or not. That's their affair, not mine."

Bob could only consider Sue's words and think. If Candy and Phil were having sex, why was Sue so adamant about him and Sue not having sex? The longer he thought about, the more he worried about what that might mean for his marriage in the future. Maybe he should find a way to secretly contact Phil to find out what was going on in his relationship with Candy. He would just have to be careful to keep from being caught when he did so.

Sue interrupted his thoughts as she continued, "Whatever their sleeping arrangements might be, means nothing to us. We have a few more months to go before we will see if we will be living together again."

His fragile male ego took a big hit with that statement. Looking down at his throbbing finger he saw a chipped talon; that was the straw that broke the camel's back, he burst into a great sobbing wail. It was one of those cries where snot runs out your nose, tears blur you vision and breath comes in great gasping sobs.

Sue used a napkin to dry his face and lovingly ran her hands through his hair. Brushing his hair managed to relax the pensive Bobby. He eventually composed himself to the point Sue felt she could get through to him, "Alright Bobby tell me what that was all about?"

Bob held up his hand and showed Sue his ruined manicure.

It was Sue's turn to throw the bull shit flag, she turned their chairs so they were facing each other, called for two stiff drinks and demanded an explanation. Bob unburdened himself to her and told of his feels of inadequacy concerning Phil. He confessed he felt that unless he bested Phil in the pageant he would lose Sue. He admitted he was using hormones he acquired over the internet to grow his own breasts.

Sue turned toward Bobby and launched into a tirade, admonishing him for being so stupid. Taking any drug without a doctor's supervision was just plain idiotic. She asked, "Have you noticed any side effects aside from the nubbins on your chest and these PMS outbursts?"

Bob shamefacedly confessed, "Well, the biggest thing I've noticed is my wood has turned to silly putty. If that's what you're asking."

"OMG, we are going to the doctor first thing in the morning. Do you understand me?"

Then unable to contain herself she added, "I'm also taking you bra shopping."

"Yes dear, anything you say."

Sue could only look at the man sniffling in front of her. He hadn't always been like this; obviously the regimen of self-medication he had been subjecting himself to had affected his ability to apply common sense. He was a fool to be doing this to himself, but she loved him for it. How many men would go through this to win his wife back? She wished that she could take him home right now, but the hope of re-cooping the money she and Bob had spent from Candy and Phil meant that she had to see it through to the end.

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The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 7 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

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Marina Joy and Monica Rose :)

At 8:45 AM Bob pulled his truck into his old driveway, fifteen minutes late for his appointment with Sue. He had to go to the clubs nail salon to get his hands repaired, it was just too embarrassing to be seen in public with that broken nail.

He climbed out and planted his block sandals firmly in the grass, slid his aviator style sunglasses to the top of his head, checked his appearance in the side view mirror, blinked his thick long lashes, beneath his gracefully arched brows, and stood upright. He fluffed his hair one more time and slung his purse over the shoulder of his loose fitting long line grey tunic. He confidently marched to his front door in the awesome pair of soft stretch girl blue jeans, which nicely accentuated his derriere. He knocked delicately and waited. Shortly a petite, almost sickly looking Hispanic girl opened the door and peered out suspiciously.

"Will you please tell your employer a..." Bob paused not sure how to identify himself so he went on with, "Please say her 8:30 appointment is here."

In a thick halting Hispanic accent and pigeon English the maid said, "Certainly, you Bobby? Mistress is expecting you. Please follow me into the parlor you wait for there."

Sue came bounded into the room and held a travel cup of what smelled like coffee. She smiled a complacent self-satisfied smile as she surveyed her husband's appearance. Finally satisfied he was appropriately dressed, that is wearing a bra; without saying a word she picked up her pocket book and headed to the door that led to the attached three car garage. She climbed into her BMW and rather sternly said, "You're late Bobby. You know I can't abide tardiness. I would have thought eleven years of marriage would have taught you that. Don't even try and justify your actions just know I'm irritated with you right now."

Bob watched his wife drive and noticed she hadn't replaced her engagement ring. "Susan I see you're still without a diamond."

Sue took a sip of her coffee and replied, "Yeah, I've examined a few, but I'm waiting for the perfect offer before I commit. I see you're still wearing yours. It looks darling on you. Did you bring a list of the medications you have been taking?"

"Yes dear, I've the empty bottles in my purse. Where're we going?"

"We're here now. The club no longer has an endocrinologist on call. The club's gynecologist can check your hormone levels. We'll proceed from there."

Sue marched into the waiting room and announced to the receptionist, "Bobby Turner is here for his appointment."

That got an eye roll from the clerk. "Have a seat, I'll tell the doctor you're here."

The doctor greeted Bobby with a smile that reeked of false tenderness. "Come with me please."

Sue stood to accompany the pair, the doctor turned to her, "Are you his mother? If not please wait here. You'll be summoned for an interview when I've finished with the patient."

Sue sat and steamed. She wasn't used to being talk to in that tone.

The doctor placed Bob in an examination room. A nurse had him disrobe and made him put on one of those horrid paper bottom-flashing hospital gowns. She took his vitals and enough blood to keep Count Dracula alive for a week. Eventually the doctor walked in reading from a clipboard. "I understand you have been self-medicating with illegal drugs. What exactly are you taking?"

Bob retrieved his purse and read from the empty bottles, "Estrogen and Progesterone."

"How about a Testosterone Blocker?"

"No doctor, just those plus these herbal supplements."

He handed the herbs to the doctor.

"Well that's the only smart thing I've heard from you. I strongly recommend you stop taking any medication without my prior approval."

The doctor then gave Bob the most thorough and invasive physical he'd ever had. "I need a specimen, are you capable of giving one?"

"Sure doc, I can still pee."

The doctor tried to remain professional but lost it with a sarcastic laugh, "Not that kind of specimen. I need to test your sperm."

"Oh, no doctor I'm afraid that has stopped working."

Reading his name from his chart Bobby Turner, "I'm sorry Bobby I have to do this. I must milk your prostrate. Standup and bend over the table please."

Just then the door opened and in walked Sue. "What's she doing here doctor?"

"I'm sorry, but the law says I have to have a third party. It's either your friend there or I call in my nurse. Which would you rather have as a witness?"

Bob pointed and said, "She's fine."

"Ma'am for my records I need to know your relation to my patient?"

"He's my husband."

"Wait a minute, Turner. You're Susan Turner, which makes him the Bob Turner from last year's pageant. That explains a lot. Please have a seat right next to him it'll provide a good view and you can help by holding the Petri dish at the end of his pecker to catch his discharge."

"I will doctor if I can find it. I forgot my reading glasses."

The doctor snickered at that one. The doctor went about her business, she had two fingers in and Bob kept clenching his butt cheeks. In exasperation, the doctor told Bob, "Relax and let me finish."

"Doctor, maybe you can relax with a hand up your butt but I can't."

"Calm down Mr. Turner. This will be fun."

"Having someone's hand up my ass, massaging my prostate is not my idea of fun doctor!"

"Oh…I meant for me, as a gynecologist I don't often get to play with prostates," the doctor said with a snort and she tried to push deeper into Bob. Sue smiled slightly at Bob's groan and pulled the end of his pecker toward the dish.

At the doctor's comment, Bob finally reached his boiling point. Several large globules fell from the end of his penis into the dish Sue was holding. He pushed himself up from the table and pulled the doctor's hand away from his ass with one hand.

"I think that I've had enough, doctor! Since I walked into this office, I've been treated with disdain and very little respect. Yes, I was less than respectful at last year's pageant and I'm obviously paying for it now! But I expect you to treat me with the same respect you accord all of your other patients."

By this time, Bob was shaking with anger and frustration. He stumbled past the shocked physician to where he'd piled his clothes and started sorting through them as fast as he could.

"I'm not here for your amusement or my wife's," he sobbed as his hormone-charged emotions kicked in. "I came to you for help, not to be humiliated!"

He broke down completely as he was overcome with a wave of tears and he collapsed onto the plastic chair behind him. He angrily batted Sue's hand away from his shoulder, not carrying whose it was. Before Sue could say anything or become angry herself, she found a restraining hand from the doctor on her shoulder.

Sue looked up at the doctor to see a concerned and contrite expression on her face. The doctor gestured to a chair beside Bob, indicating that Sue should sit down. Then she stood back in front of Bob.

"Mr. Turner?" she waited until Bob's emotional attack had abated somewhat and he looked up at he with an angry expression.

"I owe you an apology. You're right. My staff and I haven't treated with you with the professionalism that you have a right to expect from us. We saw the man who acted like an ass in our pageant and thought that this was more of the same."

Her tone became more comforting as she crouched in front of Bob.

"I think that you really do need medical help and I would like to be your doctor, if you'll let me."

Bob met her eyes again and nodded after a moment.

The doctor took the sample to her microscope while Bob and Sue waited anxiously.

A solemn doctor looked up and said, "I've good news and bad news. Mr. Turner it would seem the hormones have rendered you sterile. They've chemically castrated you, it is irreversible I'm afraid."

Sue, with a huge grin on her face, reached over and squeezed Bob's hand. "What's the bad news doc?"

A bewildered doctor said, "That's the bad news Susan! The good news is now that Bobby has stopped taking the drugs, in time, he'll in all likelihood be able to resume a normal sex life."

"Doctor, how long will it be before I can get hard again?"

"That's hard to tell Bob. If I'd to guess, I'd say three months. There is some research that says natural amino acids taken in combination with B vitamin can accelerate the process. I can have the nurse give you a shot to speed up the process if you like."

Sue picked up her purse and said, "Doctor, we won't need any of that. Bob and I are married; but we're just friends, we haven't been intimate for months, and there better not be anyone else that would have use of his tool."

The doctor gave Bob a sympathetic hug. "Get dressed Mr. Turner, and for god's sake stop the incessant tears. You'll frighten my other patients. The nurse will be in to take you back to the lobby. I need to have a few minutes with your wife. She will join you when, us ladies are done. Sue please come with me to my office, we'll be more comfortable there."

The doctor left while Sue stayed behind to help Bobby get dressed. Bob with tears burning his cheeks asked, "Sue can we at least be friends with benefits?"

Sue opened Bobby's purse and removed a lace hankie she had placed there and handed it to him to dry his tears, "That's an interesting proposition Bobby. I'll give it some thought and get back to you on it."

"Sue, you really don't want to have any more children?"

"No, I'm not some broodmare. Children are just large parasites that suck the life-force from you. We've had this discussion before Bobby; I'm surprised you'd bring it up again. We had our one chance and the fates took her away from us. I can't go through that again."

Bob sat there and remembered Sue's anguish at their daughter funeral. Her depression was so great he thought he would lose her too. It was a period where they clung to each other like never before. She nursed him through his physical problems and he supported her during her emotional crisis. He realized he couldn't risk losing her. He would do whatever it took to make her happy. So he gave up his dream of having children. A real sadness settled in the basement of his soul as he walked back to the lobby.

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"Mrs. Turner, let me be blunt with you."

"Doctor, please don't use the Honorific Missus. I go by Ms. Turner, the girls at the club convinced me Mrs. Is an antiquated term, a relic left over from antebellum days. I'm no man's property."

The doctor put her pen down and addressed the woman across from her, "The girls at the club, you wouldn't be receiving advice from one of those special committees are you?"

"Why yes I am, they've been very helpful."

"Susan, may I call you Sue? Let me put my cards on the table. I have found the more radical of the woman at the club tend to volunteer for the special advisory committees. In most cases the couple's relationship never ends well. If you want to keep Bob even as a friend, take what they say with a grain of salt."

The doctor went through her notes and stared Sue in the eyes, "There are some things you need to know. Let me tell you what your husband has done to himself. As you saw, the size of his penis and testicles have been reduced, erections and orgasms are harder, if not impossible to achieve. His muscle bulk is well below that of a normal male. The growth of facial and body hair appears to have become weaker. I wish he'd saved some of those pills so I could have tested them. I've never seen such a rapid transformation. The development of female secondary characteristics is quite remarkable. He now shows signs of fat distributed on the hips and buttocks, reminiscent of a young woman. His breasts have started to develop and are sensitive and tender, and if his comments are to be believed they've become his primary source of sexual release. Have you seen any signs of lactation?"

"No, why would you ask?"

"His blood work is comparable to an expectant mother. In non-medical terms, he's like a tree in spring ready to pop at any minute. Lactation is only one of the possibilities; he may also experience rapid and massive breast development. What was his mother like?"

"Both his mother and grandmother were massive. Are you implying Bobby will turn out that way?"

"No I think we have caught it in time. Another few weeks on those hormones and who knows what would have happened."

Becoming very serious, she went on, "He needs to be monitored for possible thrombosis, and is now a candidate for stroke and pulmonary embolism. I expect to see him every month. Is that understood?"

"I can only assume you have been forcing this feminization on your husband. After his despicable performance last year I can't say I blame you. But making him take illegally purchased hormones is against the law. If I suspect any more of this, I'll have to report you to the police."

"Doctor, you have this all wrong. I've not forced Bob to do anything. In fact, I've never even asked him to do anything. What you see he did to himself. It's his way of apologizing to me."

"Ms. Turner, he must be a very special man. A male knowingly giving up his manhood is a hell of an apology.

"I'm sure it is, but there is a selfish side to it too. He foolishly thinks his actions will win back my affections."

"Foolishly? Are you saying you don't love him? He's doing all this for nothing."

"No doctor, I love the silly man with all my heart. I'm just not physically attracted to him any longer."

"Sue, this may be none of my business, but Bobby's emotional state is rather fragile right now. If you keep playing mind games with him he might just snap."

Sue collapsed in the doctors arms, "I hate what I'm doing to him. Candy and some of the others on the advisory committee tell me, the only way to forge a better man is to break him all the way down, completely destroy his chauvinism. Then he can be rebuilt; as an enlightened liberated male."

"Just be careful you don't take him down so far, you damage the foundation."

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Sue rescued her melancholy husband from the other emotionally distraught woman clustered in the lobby. "Come on Bobby, I'm taking you home for one of Malinda's fabulous home cooked meals, tonight's it's her specialty Arroz con pollo. I was lucky to get her as a housekeeper and cook."

Bob chose his words carefully, "Maybe I shouldn't say this, having just met her; but she didn't look healthy this morning."

"I know. She claims it's just a flare-up of malaria, but I'm concerned it's more serious than that. Let's not worry about the hired help tonight. It has been too long since we've just had an evening together. After we eat could you start a fire in the hearth? We'll have some wine and just snuggle in front of the fireplace. How does that sound?"

"Like heaven."

The meal was everything Sue said it was; Bob was surprised at Sue's democratic gesture insisting Malinda join them at the table for the meal. She was a farm girl from southern Mexico and regaled them with stories about growing up dirt poor. When dinner was over, Sue got up and put her hand on Bob's shoulders, "Honey, before I go change into something more comfortable, I would like to know, were you really wearing Erika's panties the other night?"

The promise of a romantic evening caused a minor stirring from Bob in Erika's panties.

Bob teasingly waited to answer, "Yes dear, I had no other options. My French knickers were dirty."

Sue smiled, not sure if her leg was being pulled or not. At that moment, Malinda bent over, moaned and collapsed to the floor. Bob leapt to his feet, scooped up the housekeeper in his arms and carried her to the divan. Lifting Malinda was an unexpected strain on his strength, but his concern kept him from dropping her.

"Oh dear, I've been afraid of this. Malinda is just not strong enough to take care of this massive place by herself. I've been meaning to interview an assistant for her. It is just hard to find someone I can trust in my home."

Bob thought for a minute, "Sue, I've an idea. Most of my afternoons are free; I could come over and help with the housework."

"Wait just a gall darn cotton picking minute! You're asking to do housework. Your refusal to help around the house is what started this misadventure."

"I know Susan, I'm a changed person. Phil hired himself out as a maid to Candy. Why can't I do the same?"

Sue went into her office and returned with paper and a pen. "Talk is cheap, actions speak louder than words. Show me, don't tell me. If we're going to do this there will have to be some ground rules. First, you aren't living here. You'll come in...Let's say two days a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, to do all the heavy lifting chores. Malinda will be your boss; you'll do anything she says. When you're in your maid persona, you'll address me as ma'am, Ms. Turner, or if we're alone Miss Sue will be acceptable."

Bob jump to his feet, "Agreed."

"Not so fast buster, we haven't discussed the salary. As a junior maid, you'll only get 50% of the hourly rate I pay Malinda."

"I don't know Sue that's way under minimum wage."

Sue rubbed her chin as is deep in thought, "You drive a hard bargain, as part of your compensation I will also provide you a working uniform and the two days a week, you work; I'll allow you to eat with us, provided you prepare it of course."

Bob leapt to his feet, "Where do I sign Miss Sue?"

"To ensure you are capable of accomplishing your duties, Malinda and I will sit here and evaluate your performance. Start by serving us a glass of wine first. Then clear the dinner table, do the dishes and clean the kitchen. If those chores are done to our satisfaction, you may sign. Now shake a leg, this shouldn't take all night."

Bob's chores done and personal services contract signed, he floated home, more determined than ever to beat Phil and return to Sue full time. Arriving in the bathroom he took out the hormones he'd left in plastic baggies. He started to flush them; but hesitated. He remembered the doctor's words and thought, 'I'm already sterile, what more could they do they do to me?' The doctor cautioned him not to continue with his meds, but his obsession to beat Phil was stronger than ever. He counted and realized he had almost a sufficient number to take him right up to the pageant. So he took his daily dosage and returned the rest to his medicine cabinet. He attached his suction cups to his nipples and went to bed, happier than he'd been in months.

First thing in the morning, after his daily workout, Bob got on the phone and called to make an appointment with Dr Alicia, the club's cosmetic surgeon. He would continue to try and grow his own; but felt he needed a plan B. He would let his wallet do the talking. He would get the best boob job money could buy.

Bob obtained an appointment to see Dr. Al, that very afternoon. He pitched his spiel on being unhappy with his breasts, thus having a negative impact on his self-esteem. The doctor was reluctant at first. Her knowledge of Bob was as a recalcitrant husband, not a transgender male. It took a great deal of pleading and some groveling. The doctor finally agreed to do a breast augmentation for Bobby. She explained she was experimenting with a new micro-surgery technique, that would result in minimum scaring and recovery time was measured in days.

Bob requested a full D-cup, to ensure he would be larger than Phil. Unfortunately his pocket book couldn't afford those. After some negotiating, the doctor gave Bobby the club discount and agreed to implant double Cs. If he could come in on Wednesday, she'd just had a cancelation. Bob jumped at the chance and emptied the last of his prepaid debit card as a down payment.

Bob drove straight home, called Malinda and apologized, saying he would miss Thursday but would show up on the following Tuesday. A creature of habit he took his daily allotment of girlie vitamins. He showered and went to bed, counting the hours till Wednesday.

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Sue sat beside the bed, watching a comatose Bobby. It was generally against policy to allow family into the recovery room, but the hospital had made an exception for her. When she had gotten the call from Alyssa, she had dropped everything and rushed here to the hospital. Sue wasn't sure if she was more upset about the fact that he hadn't told her that he was coming to the hospital for an operation or that he had not asked her about it first. Regardless, she had come close to losing her husband and she would deal with his foolishness when he felt better.

What could have possessed her husband to undergo this operation? When Alyssa told her that he had experienced an emergency, the loss of Amy had flashed through her mind again. The feeling in her stomach had been a physical stab of pain. Losing Bob would probably have killed her too. Yes, she was holding him to his year of re-education, but she loved him for being willing to go through with it.

Was Bob's current situation because of the re-education the ladies in her advisory group had pushed her to insist Bob accept? She could see that Bob's behavior at this past pageant was unacceptable and that a simple apology hadn't been enough. But Bob had nearly died today. Was it possible that she was being too blind in following the advice that she was being given?

Sue totally forgot her train of thought as Bob groaned and tried to move his head. Her heart pounded as she stood up to see him more clearly. Her husband looked like an angel as he lay there and she was glad that he loved her. She wished that she could tell him properly how much she loved him, but communicating how she feels is something that she had always struggled with. All she can do is tell him that she loves him and how proud she is of him. He will just have to believe her. If not, oh well.

Bobby slowly regained consciousness in the recovery room with an uncomfortable pressure on his chest. His room was full of flowers. Out of the corner of his eye he caught movement; Bob turned his head and tried to focus. He blinked twice not believing what he was seeing. There stood Sue with a concerned look on her face. Seeing that Bobby was awake, Sue rushed his to his side and clasped his hand firmly in hers.

"I've been so worried about you. You had us scared there for a minute. You had an allergic reaction to the anesthesia. You have me listed as your contact in case of emergencies; I rushed right over when the hospital called. Why didn't you mention you were having elective surgery? I would have been here."

Bob crooked out, "I wanted to surprise you."

Sue lightly rested her hand on his heavily bandaged chest and replied, "You succeeded. I'm totally shocked. Why did you do it?"

"It's for us."

Bob squeezed Sue's hand, "I'm not going to disappoint you again. I need to be as much of a woman as I can. I owe you and all the ladies at the club that much. I was such a fool."

Sue, fighting back tears, playfully said, "Bob, you have proved yourself to me already. I love you for that. Talking to your doctors you won't be at work tomorrow. You realize I'll have to dock your pay."

She held his hand and said, "Bobby when this adventure started I wanted you to be passable, your grade is now the A range. I love you Bobby."

A nurse suggested Sue leave to allow Bobby to get some rest. At the door she said, "I'll keep the wine chilled. You still owe me a cuddle. I intend to collect."

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When Sue called Candy that night to tell her about what had happened to Bob, Candy had been less than sympathetic. Sue had been taken aback when Candy told her, 'Maybe it might have been for the best.' She couldn't believe that her friend was actually saying that maybe her husband should have died. This was not the attitude that she expected from her friends and she had bluntly told Candy so.

Her friend had immediately back-pedaled on what she had said and tried to explain away that she had meant that having Bobby out of Sue's life might the best for Sue. Candy had just said that Sue didn't need her own maid, she could share the one that Candy was training. There was an implied invitation to join Candy at her house.

The conversation between Sue and Candy had not lasted much longer after that. Candy's statement had really bothered Sue. How could anyone say something like that and try to explain it the way she had? Maybe she needed to give a little more thought to what Candy was telling her before she blindly believed what she told her from now on.

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Bob gingerly cradled his friends on the taxi ride home. At his door sat was a brightly wrapped package. Bob took it into the house and tore the wrapping off. Inside he found an oyster smoke blue Satin Lace peignoir set and a matching set of mid high mules. It was the prettiest nightgown he'd ever seen. Pinned to it was a note. He opened it and saw a handwritten card.

'Miss Bobby, you're in our doghouse. How dare you not tell us about the new embellishments, we'd have been there for you! The only way you can make it up to us is to invite us for your grand unveiling. If we don't hear from you soon Alex will have you dragged in front of her entire class as a training aid. Love, Alex and Erika.'

Bob fell asleep on the bed, cradling his new nightgown. He awoke several hours later, still half asleep he stumbled into the bathroom to down his pain meds, and then thought 'what the hell', as he took a handful of hormones, without even counting. On the way back to bed he realized what he' done and vowed to fight his addiction to the hormones.

Bob mostly slept next few days, he felt totally drained. On Saturday morning he was awakened by a loud banging. He went to the door and found Sue, the first time she'd been to his place. "Get dressed Bobby, I promised to take you bra shopping and that's what we're going to do."

Bob staggered back into his room as Sue pushed open the door. "My lord, Bobby this is a hovel. How do you live in a cramped space like this? My walk-in closet is larger."

Bob took off his nightshirt which exposed his still bandaged breasts. "Sue, thank you for your offer; but the bandages don't come off until Saturday."

"That doesn't mean we can't shop. What size did you order?"

"38 double C."

"That'll give us a wide selection, now get dressed. I want to see these French knickers you talked about."

Bob retrieved the underwear from his laundry basket. Being uncomfortable getting undressed in front of his estranged wife, he turned his back to Sue, who thought Bob's modesty delightful. He held the panties in front of his dangly bits. She noticed a corset in the same pile Bob had found his undies. Unable to pass up the opportunity Sue embraced Bobby so he could get away. She wrapped the corset around her husband and hooked the front. It only took a few pulls to close the garment in the back. Bob was now appropriately corseted for the occasion; she couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease her husband. "Corsets, are diffidently more your style than mine; but they do give you an exquisitely feminine figure.

He caught Sue's lascivious expression in the mirror. "Time to get you ready, give me those knickers," she continued with delight. Bob handed her Erika's pink panties. Sue pulled the panties up his waist, snapping the elastic band against his lower stomach for effect. Bob reflexively reached into his panties and tucked his thing out of sight completing his androgynous profile. Sue stepped back and surveyed the results of her efforts.

"Oh, this is precious, Bobby I do love you so." she whispered into his exposed ear. She reached down and fiddled with the lace at the leg openings. With a devilish twinkle in her eye she said, "Erika really does have exquisite taste in lingerie."

Bob's tongue got thick and perspiration poured from his armpits. He felt his face aflame in embarrassment. Sue took his hand and led him towards the bathroom mirror. "Come see, Bobby. You'll just love it."

She stood him in front of the mirror as they both peered in at the reflection. Her bright smile was in huge contrast to his miserable expression. Again she adjusted the lace of the panties as Bob looked on in misery at the sight in the mirror.

Sue just stood him there for a while; as he was somewhat mesmerized by what, was for him an embarrassing sight, his wife posing him in feminine underwear, while the satin tantalizingly rubbed his rosebud. She seemed delighted at his discomfort. Sue led him back into the room and had him sit at his vanity. She applied a heavy coat of mascara, combed his hair and applied a thick coat of lipstick.

Throwing them in Bob's purse, Sue helped him into a skirt and blouse and then led him by the hand towards her car. Sue playfully squeezed his butt as she walked next to him. Bob reached back with his free hand and brushed her offensive grip away which only caused her to laugh and snap his panty waist band. As they arrived at her car, Sue grabbed him and kissed him firmly on the lips. She released her grip and headed for the driver's side. Bob was astounded to see Erika occupied the front seat and Alex in the back who said, "Don't just stand there Cutie Pie, get in the car. We have shopping to do."

Bob got in next to Alex. She scooted over and nonchalantly rested her hand on his knee. She gave it a slight squeeze and she said; "You didn't think we'd miss this, did you? You started out as just another club project. However we now see the potential in you Miss Bobby Turner, and view you as a friend."

Sue drove to the most exclusive boutique in the area. Bob sat and nervously starred out the window as Alex continued to sensually massage his knee and asked, "Is Candy meeting us here?"

Bob shuddered at the thought and prayed she wouldn't be here. Sue pulled her car into the only available parking spot and turned around to face the backseat. She reached back and slapped Alex's hand that had started to wonder towards Bob's crotch and replied, "No, she wanted to be here for this, but she had to take Phil for his botox shots. She says it makes him look younger."

Erika replied, "What's the matter, Phil can't go to the doctor by himself?"

Sue laughed and said, "Candy says he's afraid of needles and wants her there to hold his hand. Don't quote me on this, but I suspect Candy is there to get a treatment for herself."

Bob made a mental note to check on the availability and cost of Botox.

The ladies clambered out of the car, excitement and anticipation written all over their faces. Bob brought up the rear of this happy caravan. Finally, Erika had enough of his foot dragging. She grabbed Bobby by the ear and marched into the opulent foyer of the trendy lingerie boutique. Bob managed to break free before Erika. Rubbing his red ear, Bobby said with a voice that was high and whispery, "Ladies! Just a minute! If I remember right, no one is allowed to help me in my preparations for the pageant. You all must know that."

Sue sniggered, pulled Bobby to her and proudly asserted, "This has nothing to do with the pageant. I'm here as you loving wife, those ladies are just friends celebrating the addition of a new member to the sorority of sisterhood. Regardless of what's between your legs, your chest will permanently identify you as one of us."

Sue then shocked Bob when right there in the middle of the store she kissed him full on the lips. A kiss that was filled more with love than lust. Erika gave up on the charade of impartial observer and pulled Bob out of Sue's arms and announced, "My turn."

She kissed him forcefully and much to Bob's shock snaked a little tongue into his month before Alex pushed her way in. Her kiss was more gentle and sensual than the other two.

A woman the salesclerk interrupted the love fest, "How may I help you ladies?"

Erika replied, "We want to see lingerie, something outrageously sexy."

Sue pulled her husband away and led him down the aisles of delicates and clung to his arm as she acted as his tour guide. Each woman took delight in picking out a bra for Bob. Each was racier than the one before.

It was a fun, if uncomfortable for Bob. It brought back memories of when he and Sue had browsed the nursery departments picking out the most feminine baby outfits for their little Sally. Bob wondered if his feminization wasn't Sue's way of replacing Sally in her life.

After what seemed a lifetime, the foursome stood in a staggered column at the checkout counter. Sue was first in line, she handed the clerk two brassieres. Alex looked questioningly at her. Sue held up a diaphanous bra and panty set. She whispered just loud enough so Bob overheard, "I've a special dinner date Saturday, if I play my cards right I might get lucky."

Alex nodded knowingly and wondered if Sue was aware that Bob overheard her comment. Alex's responsibilities were to advise Susan on how to teach Bob to be a more caring and sensitive person. Alex thought that maybe they were working on the wrong person. Her experiences with Bobby had all been positive; the same couldn't be said for Sue. Her ambivalence toward Bob's feelings was hard to figure out.

Having heard the story of how Bob's auto accident had killed Sue's baby. Alex speculated that perhaps Sue was subconsciously punishing Bob. Erika was the psychologist, Alex made a mental note to run that idea pass her friend.

Erika too had heard Sue's remarks. In an attempt to cheer him up she whispered, "I'm sure it's just sex, she loves you."

She saw the despair cross Bobby's face. "You didn't expect her to be celibate for a year did you?"

"Well actually I did. Will you please take me to the car? I need the fresh air."

Stepping outside, the skies darkened to match his mood. The sky crackled in giant gashes across the horizon. As thunder bellowed above, Bob dashed out from the canopy, the skies open with a deluge and sheets of rain drenched him instantly. As Erika fiddled with the car handle, the wind wailed wildly. Bob resigned himself to his fate and stood patiently waiting. Erika opened the door and dove in the backseat calling for Bobby. When he just stood there, Erika pulled Bob into the car where he sat and looked down at his shirt sticking to him. Then nature suddenly calmed, though a few rain drops still bounced of the car roof. They watched the other two women calmly making their way to the car, dodging the large puddles. His face wet from tears not rain. Erika held and rocked him. He finally put his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. Erika hummed a soft lullaby until Bobby was asleep.

Bob awoke groggy and confused. One look around and Bob realized they were in Sue's garage. Alex took Bob's hand and pulled him from the car, "Come on Bobby we need to get you out of those wet clothes. I keep an extra set here for when I spend the night. They should fit you."

Bob gave her a quizzical look. Alex laughed. In answer to his unasked question she said, "Yes, Sue and I have become very close. We spend at least one night a week together. Come on, I've this lovely grey sheath dress that will look darling on you."

Bob grabbed his purse from the backseat and allowed Alex to lead him to his old bedroom. Alex pulled a dress out from Sue's closet and slipped it over Bob's head the dress was snug but closed. She walked to Sue's vanity, brought back two handfuls of cosmetics and touched up his face. "Now you look presentable, let's go join the other ladies for a cocktail," announced Alex.

She led him by the hand to the parlor where Erika stood in front of a roaring fire, trying to get dry. Sue was ensconced on the sofa. She glanced at Bob and Alex still holding hands and with an agitated expression on her face asked, "What took you two so long? Malinda, please go fetch us all a glass of wine?"

Sue patted the seat next to her as an invitation. Bob took one step in that direction when Sue said with a touch of irritation, "Bobby, you go help Malinda."

A wistful Bob followed the servant, unsure what he'd done wrong. As he entered the kitchen he said, "How can I help you?"

Malinda smiled at Bobby and handed him a corkscrew and showed him where the wine was chilling. Bob opened the wine bottle while Malinda prepared a plate of cheese and crackers. Bob filled the glasses and placed them on the large serving tray. Before he could pick up the serving dish, Malinda crossed over to Bob and astounded him when she kissed him on the cheek. She laid her hand on his arm and said, "Mr. Turner, you're a very nice man."

A flabbergasted Bob responded, "You know?"

"Si, I know. I only have fifth grade education but I not stupid. When Ms. Turner hires me; your picture all over house. She makes me take them down, but I remember and recognize you. She keeps them in drawer of her night stand. When she sad; I often see her taking them out. There are some ladies from her club when they talk to Ms. Turner, always make her sad. They no good influence on her, not like nice ladies out there now."

Malinda gently stoked the sleeve on Bob's blouse and said, "I no understand, what you do in a dress, but none my business. If you want help pretending to be woman, Malinda show you. If we have time I teach how keep house, sew, cook and bake. I show you everything you need to be a good domestic."

"Thank you Malinda. I've no clue what's Sue's...I mean Ms. Turner ultimate intentions are for me. She has hired me to be your assistant two days a week. How about I wait for her to go to work, the other days? Once she has left I will come here and help with the housework. In return you can teach me those household tasks."

Bob served the drinks, once everyone had a glass Sue raised hers and proposed a toast, "To womanly empowerment!"

Bob thought for a moment with his glass raised and repeated something he'd read "If you want to change your life, you must first change your mind. The only mistake that can truly hurt you is choosing to do nothing."

Everyone was mightily impressed by Bob's response. They touched glasses and drank a hearty toast.

Sue insisted that he help Malinda serve dinner, the woman sat and chatted about poetry and music as Bob fluttered around insuring everyone's need were met. As Bob laid Sue's meal in front of her she looked up at her feminized husband, her eyes soft with affection. She lovingly placed her hand atop his and said, "Thank you dear."

Bob took his hand back and curtsied as he responded, "Tis my pleasure Madam."

Sue laugh nervously, "Where did that come from?"

"I don't know, it just seemed appropriate."

Bob sat and joined his companions for a delightful meal, remembering to speak only in his best girlie voice. The ladies were affable conversationalists; the table was a very lively place with five very sharp people all desperately competing for the last word. Bob enjoyed the dinner repartee immensely.

As everyone finished their main course, Malinda stood and headed to the kitchen. Bob received a gentle kick to the shins and a head nod toward the kitchen from Sue. Bob understood immediately, "Malinda, let me help you."

It would seem a maid's work is never done. The serving wenches prepared dessert. Bob carried several bowls of some kind of exotic ice-cream thing to the dining room. Bob only had a couple of small bites when Malinda, stood and started to clear away the last vestiges of the dinner party. Bob jumped to his feet to help. Sue said, "Girls leave the dishes in the sink till morning, why don't we all adjourn to the parlor."

Bob and Malinda served everyone, coffee, tea and liquors and where invited to join in the refreshments and conversation.

After everyone had gone home, Sue drove Bob home and walked him to his door where she gave him a chaste kiss on the mouth. Holding him at arm's length she asked, "I'm having a dinner party next Saturday, it's too much to handle for Malinda alone could I ask you to serve?"

Without waiting for an answer she went on, "I won't take no for an answer. I'll have a car pick you up at 6. I expect you bright an early Tuesday. Good night."

Bob turned his back to Sue, lest she see his tears. He heard the door close quietly as she left and walked down the hallway. Bob in a state of desperation, walked straight to his medicine cabinet and took a double dose of his forbidden girlie supplements.

Sue's final request of him frightened him so badly that he was afraid that Sue was no longer thinking of him as her husband, despite all of her statements to the contrary. If he lost in the Beauty Pageant, those fears would be reality and he didn't know what he would do then. He had to find out how strong his competition was and he made up his mind that he was going to find out how Phil was doing, regardless of the rule Sue and Candy had given them.

He knew that Candy's caller-id would show that he was calling and he would immediately lose the competition, so he punched the code to hide his identity and then dialed Candy's house. He was glad that he had gotten it back before this nightmare began and everyone was friends.

Candy's number rang only a couple of times before it was answered.

"Grant residence," a feminine voice said.

Bob couldn't tell if it was Phil or not, he knew that no one recognized his own voice these days. He pitched his own voice so that it would be difficult, if not impossible for Candy to recognize him on the phone as well.

"Hello, may I speak with Phil please?"

"I'm sorry, but Phil is not available now. I have instructions to take a message and pass it on to him however. May I ask who is calling?"

Bob found himself confused. Phil was supposed to be working as Candy's maid, but it didn't sound as if Candy was having him fill that role. Did that mean that she and Phil were breaking the rules of the bet so that she was helping Phil to prepare for the pageant without making him work for it? Where did that leave him then? How could he possibly beat Phil now? He was glad that he had decided to continue taking his supplements because he was going to need all the help he could get.

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The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 8 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose

Come Tuesday morning, Bob's car was parked in the rear near the servant's entrance promptly at 7 AM. He knocked softly and waited, Malinda was there in no time. She smiled at Bob and gave him a welcoming hug.

She threw a white frilly apron at him and pointed to the sink full of breakfast dishes, "Get started there Bobby, I do laundry."

Bob was up to his elbows in soap suds; Sue believed dishwashers were bad for good china. In waltzed Candy coming from the hall that led to the master bedroom. She was followed closely by Sue. Candy was a little surprised to see Bob. She recovered quickly and directed her opening salvo at Bob, "How sweet and girly you look in that outfit this morning. I see Sue has finally domesticated you. Candy called out to Sue who was still in the bedroom, "I see you have a new girl. I hope you had her properly vetted, you can't be too careful these days the world is full of reprobates."

In mock reply, Bob curtsied toward Candy and in his best feminine voice said, "Good day Miss Grant, so nice to see you this morning."

Sue stood behind Candy and gave Bob one of her million watt smiles. "You mean Bobby, he's a big help to Malinda, doing all the heavy lifting. He's handy to have around." Then she winked at Bob and said, "It's nice to have a man around the house again."

Candy left first. Sue started for the door and returned. She walked over to Bob and kissed him on the cheek, and said, "You look lovely this morning. Have a good day."

Bob and Malinda vigorously went to work and had all the cleaning done by lunch. After a brief break for soup, Malinda gave Bobby his first lesson in baking. Together they made a devil's-food cake. Bob was in the process of frosting it when Sue returned home unexpectedly. She walked in and commented, "Bobby, you make me happy, seeing you there in your apron and baking a cake. It makes quite the domestic scene." Sue thought back sadly to the Big Bird birthday cake she had planned to make for her daughter.

Sue walked over and used her finger to swipe a strip of icing off the cake. Bobby responded by playfully rapping her knuckles with the spoon. "Stop that you'll spoil your dinner."

Both laughed at the exchange. Sue headed to her bedroom, "Malinda, would you come in here please?"

Upon entering the housekeeper found the bed cluttered with dresses. "How may I help you ma'am?"

"Candy convinced me it was time to clean out my closet. She reminded me it's time I rid myself of the vestiges of servitude I had as a married woman. Would you please take all these to Goodwill? Maybe someone can get some use of these old rags."

"Excuse me Ms. Turner, but isn't the one on top your wedding dress?"

Sue casually glanced at the pile, "Why, yes it is. I had planned to save it for my daughter. But thanks to Bob that is no longer a possibility. Now aside from the sentimental value, I've no use for it. Please dispose of it for me. That pile is heavy, be sure to have Bobby help you carry it to the car."

Malinda wondered at Sue's statement that Bob was somehow responsible for their daughter's death. She had heard Sue tell the story of what had happened to her daughter to her friends from the club. It didn't sound to her like Bob really was at fault like Sue thought. Maybe this was part of the reason why Sue was trying to remove all traces of Bob from the house. The women from the club were obviously playing on her feelings.

Sue walked over to her dresser, "That reminds me, as far as starting over, Bobby please come in here."

Bob dried his hands and rushed to find out what Sue wanted. He immediately saw her wedding dress on the bed. "Bobby, I'm making room in my closet for new clothes, please help Malinda get rid of the things. As long as I'm disposing of unwanted items I thought this might be a good time to give you this."

In her heart, Sue knew this was a mistake, but the girls at the club insisted it was the only way she could ever break free and be a truly liberated woman. Sue reached for the jewelry box on her dresser and picked up her wedding ring. "A number of the girls at the club have convinced me that wearing a wedding ring is like being branded as someone's property. I can no longer wear it. I don't want to hurt you. I'm really sorry but this is something I must do, it's a matter of principle, I'm sure you understand. You paid for it. So it's technically yours, if you want it."

Bob snatched it out of her hand. He tried to slide it on his ring finger, but it wouldn't fit. He slipped it on his little finger but it was too large, it kept sliding off. Bob merely clutched it tightly in his hand. He fought valiantly not to let the tears forming in his eyes escape and expose his true feelings.

"Thank you Susan, I will gladly take it."

"That's Ms Susan to you. Remember your place. Why the sad face Bobby?"

"I'm sorry Miz Susan, it's just this hurts my feelings."

"That's bit hypocritical of you isn't it? If I remember right, when we were married you're the one that refused to wear a wedding band. How dare you be upset because I've come around to your way of thinking!"

"I'm sorry, you're right. I don't understand why I'm so emotional all of a sudden."

Sue left with a cheery good bye. Malinda being both observant and sympathetic, took the ring from Bob's hand got a piece of string and hung it about his neck. Patting it in place she said, "There it will always rest next to your heart."

Malinda asked him to bring them to her room. Bob scooped up the pile of dresses and carefully placed them on the bed, beneath the new flat screen television, a gift from Sue. Malinda held up the white wedding grown and observed, "You know Bobby; with just a few alterations this fit you good. Please hang it in my closet and carry rest to my car."

"Malinda, if you don't mind I'll put them in my truck and drop them off on my way home. It'll save you a special trip downtown."

As Bob went to pass her, Malinda put her hand his arm to stop him.

"Bobby, your Ms. Sue said that you were to blame for why she couldn't give her wedding dress to your daughter."

Bob looked down, not wanting meet her eyes. He nodded.

"Yes. She was in the car with me. If I hadn't gone to the mall that day, we wouldn't have been in the accident and she would be here today. I was in such a hurry that I didn't make sure that everyone had stopped at the light. I killed my daughter with my stupidity!" He wiped at the tears that were running down his face.

Malinda could see that Bob was in serious need of human contact and reassurance. She reached out and pulled Bob into a hug. There was nothing erotic or even romantic about it. It was the embrace between two friends.

After a few moments, Bob relaxed into Malinda's arms and sobbed. She rubbed his back gently.

"Bobby, you can't continue to hate yourself for your daughter's death. The other car ran the light and you couldn't know that. It was an accident."

Malinda's words were the first time that someone had told him that he should stop blaming himself and let go of the guilt he had been carrying. Perhaps she was right and he was carrying blame that belonged to the other driver. He started to feel better as he thought more about it.

"Maybe you're right. Malinda, thank you for caring so much."

She pushed him back and looked him in the eye. "You are welcome Bobby. I care about the happiness of my friends. Now..would you please start dinner for me?"

After Bob got everything ready and into the oven, he decided he wasn't in any mood to socialize with Sue this evening, he wanted to be alone. He made his way to his truck and drove directly to the Goodwill store near his apartment. He pulled into the parking lot, rather than dump all those expensive gowns into the drop box, he carried them into the store. The clerks were delighted at the generous gifts, and immediately began arguing over who would get which dress. While the discussion raged on. Bob wandered the aisles. He stumbled upon a section marked 'Costumes'. In front was a classic French maid outfit, mobcap with long ribbons, apron, fishnets, ruffled panties, the whole kit, minus the feather duster.

Bob thought, 'I'm nothing but a servant to her. If Sue wants a maid for her party, I'll give her one. I'm sure the bitch will love seeing me in that uniform.' He headed for the shoe section and found a pair of black patent leather five inch stilettos, a size and half too small but Bob figured with a good shoehorn he'd get them on. On the way to the checkout he spied a woman's trench coat that would keep him warm. He added it to his pile. He went to pay, the ladies wouldn't hear of it. He loaded it all into his cab and headed home, for a hot shower and a meal of vitamins.

Bob had a restless night. He was awakened by the morning sun, as it shone through his dirty window. Hungry, having skipped dinner, he sat on his bed and ate a bowl of cereal wearing just a sexy nightie, which barely concealed his boobies. Bob placed the empty bowl in the sink, swung by the bathroom combed his hair and tied it up with a scrunchy to get it out of his face. He added just a touch of lipstick to complete his look. He sat on his bed and wedged on his new shoes and walked around his tiny apartment trying to break them in.

There was a tentative-sounding knock at the door. 'Wonder who that is at 8 in the morning' thought Bob.

He quickly grabbed his robe for modesty and opened the door a crack to see who was there. He was shocked to see his boss standing there. Without thinking Bob said in a squeaky girlie voice, "Mr. Harvey, what a surprise. Would you like to come in?"

Steve took one look at Bob, with his makeup, protruding bosom and wearing a soft pink fleece dressing gown and matching robe. "No thanks, I just stopped by to check on you. We haven't heard from you in a while. Your cell has been disconnected, so we have no way of contacting you. I ran into your wife at the mall, she said you were going through a kind of midlife crises. That's putting it mildly. How long have you been doing this drag queen thing?"

Bob was shocked at the crude reference to his current life style, swallowed his pride and answered, "Not long just a few months. Steve, how did you know where to find me, did Sue give you my address?"

"No, she refused and now I see why. Her friend Candy slipped it to me on my way out. Bob, you have been a good employee; but we're a very conservative company. The law prevents me from firing you solely for being a pervert. I'm sorry…saying that is not politically correct. You're not being let go because you dress like a woman. Since you haven't maintained contact with the office I'm going to have to let you go for cause. I'm really sorry, I've always like you. I just can't allow someone looking like you, meeting with clients. I've no choice. My responsibility to our stockholders takes precedence over our friendship. Your final check will be in the mail this afternoon."

Steve turned to go then suddenly stopped and turned back to meet Bob's eyes. "Bob, I don't want to sound sexist, but looking at you right now I think you're doing the right thing. You make a very attractive woman. Good luck to you and I am sorry."

Bob closed the door. In shock, he went to the bathroom and took another helping of girlie pills.

Bob arrived Thursday early for his maid job. He was now unemployed and he hoped that if he did a good enough job, maybe Sue would hire him full time. It was either that or he must give up eating until the pageant.

Bob was put to work polishing the silver. When he was done, Malinda ordered him to set the silver out on the large dining room table. Bob assumed it would be a dinner party so he set a place at the head and foot of the table. Malinda saw what he had done and informed Bobby, it was a buffet not a sit down affair. There would be no one sitting to eat.

Malinda focused on cleaning while she put Bob to work in the kitchen to baking cupcakes for the party. As the last batch came out of the oven, Malinda arrived to show Bobby how they were to be frosted, first in pink icing, then using a reddish colored icing on top in a special design that to Bob look suspiciously like a nipple.

After cleaning the stove, Bob was sent to put fresh linens on all the beds, and clean the master and guest bathrooms. An exhausted Bob made it home just in time. He'd been feeling nauseous all day; he made it to the bathroom as the vomit eruption occurred. As he hugged the ceramic bowl Bob jokingly thought, 'Maybe its morning sickness.'

Saturday morning arrived, Bob was nervous. He tried a dress rehearsal and found the maid's dress was too tight for him. He called Malinda to see if she was available; but only got her voicemail. He hated to do it but reluctantly he grabbed his purse, and his smallest corset and headed for the beauty college. Walking in, he looked around to see if he recognized anyone. Not seeing his nemesis Pierre he walked to the receptionist and asked to see Judy, the manager.

Judy came out and greeted Bobby with a cheerful hello. "What can we do for you today Miss Bobby?"

"I'm going to a fancy party tonight and need assistance getting laced into my corset. Can you help me?"

"Its prom season I'm afraid all my girls are busy, but I'd be glad to lend a hand. Step back into my office and we'll see what I can do."

Judy held up the waist cincher and examined it closely as Bobby got undressed. She said in a devilish giggle, "Bobby you may find this a tad uncomfortable; according to the tag it has extra heavy boning. If I'm not mistaken these are referred to as a training corset. I would guess this one will be a smidgen small on you. Are you sure you want this on you?"

"Yes, this is a very big night for me; I need to appear as feminine as possible. I'm trying to make a statement. I want it to be dramatic."

"Very well", said Judy as she wrapped it around Bobby and hooked up the front. At first it was just a little snug. As Judy tightened the laces, Bob's apprehension grew. What had been pleasantly tight quickly became a crushing force. The corset molded his waist like it was made of clay. As the gap in the flaps narrowed Bob felt as if his spine was about to touch his bellybutton. He wanted to yell stop; although he was determined to get this over with. His obsessive personality took over. Sue wanted a maid she was going to get one.

When it got to the point Bob was seriously having a problem breathing he wheezed, "I think that's enough."

"Relax we're almost done."

An undeterred Judy continued to pull, "Just concentrate on breathing with the upper portion of chest and taking small shallow breathes."

Judy became red faced from exertion as she pulled and tugged with all her might. She paused to catch her breath, "We need more muscle power, wait here I'll go get help."

Bob stood in considerable discomfort and began to question his decision to try and shock Sue with the maid's costume. He also thought he had made some really dumb decisions lately. He glanced down at the top of his boobies which were proudly on display and came to the decision his concerns were just a result of a lack of oxygen.

Several minutes later, Bob watched forlornly as Pierre accompanied Judy into the room. "Feeling better are we? You remember my baby brother Pierre, I brought him to help. Now we'll finish lacing you down. Another inch or so should do it."

Working together, Pierre and Judy's tug of war eventually pulled the laces tighter. The two soon had Bobby down to a pipe-stem waist. Judy tied off the straps, kissed Bobby on the back of his neck and excused herself to check on business. Bob collapsed into a chair.

Pierre smugly said, "Judy tells me you're going to a party and want to make a dramatic entrance, just to show there are no hard feelings, how about I do your makeup for you?"

Bob didn't have the strength to argue so he merely nodded his head in agreement. Pierre started to leave the room, Bob reached for his purse and managed to get out, "Wait, no offense; but I brought my own makeup this time." He emptied his purse and handed a disappointed Pierre a host of tubes of foundation, mascara, eyeliner, blusher and lipstick.

Pierre worked for a considerable time applying coat after coat of cosmetics on Bobby's face. Finally his paint job was deliciously tarty. Bob's lips were red and glossy; his lashes heavy from multiple layers of mascara, and his eyes were duplicates of Liz Taylor's Cleopatra. Pierre was satisfied he helped Bobby to his feet and accompanied him to the front door, ensuring he always remained positioned where Bobby couldn't see in a mirror.

Bobby rushed to his truck curious to see what evil Pierre had done to him this time. It was dark out and the time was late, glancing briefly into his rear view mirror, Bob only noticed a dramatic, if slightly overdone woman staring back at him. The darkness hid the garishness of Pierre's efforts.

Bob rushed home; he only had minutes until his ride was scheduled to appear. He needed to get dressed. The maid's dress fit perfectly now. He slipped on the ruffled panties and realized he would need to be careful not to give everyone a show. The fishnets felt wonderful, he ensured the seams were straight and tied the apron firmly around his waist. The doorbell rang just as Bob had shoehorned his size 9's into 7  ½ heels. Bob wiggled his cramped toes. He tied his cap on his head with a large bow nestled under his chin. He headed for the door, his walk a little unsteady in the new shoes. He grabbed his new coat and opened the door. To his dismay, it was a chauffeur; Sue had sent a limo to pick him up. Bob felt very special as he sat in the rear and sipped the champagne waiting for him. Even in the muted light, Bob could see the crescent shaped stain his lipstick left on the lip of his flute.

Halfway through his second glass, the limo pulled up to Sue's front door.

"No, this isn't right, hired help use the back door. Please drive around to the rear."

The driver ignored Bob's request came around and opened his door. "I'm sorry miss; I was given specific instructions to drop you here."

Inside the house Sue was peering out the window. "Quiet everyone he's here please take your positions. Don't come out until I turn on the lights."

Bob got out, took off his coat, and threw it into the limo. He walked the short distance to the front door and shivered in the cold night air. He noticed all the lights were out. He paused at the front stoop and took as deep of a breath as his corset would allow. He pulled up the front of his dress to hide his bandages and pulled down his short skirt trying to cover as much of his legs and ass as he could. He rang the doorbell.

Rather than someone opening the door he heard Sue yell, "Come in."

Bob cautiously opened the door and stepped into the dark foyer, where he was immediately blinded, by the lights coming on. His heart stopped when everyone jumped out and yelled, "Surprise." This was followed by utter silence as the gathering took in the caricature trembling at the door.

Candy was the first to react as she rushed to Bobby taking almost sardonic pleasure as she cajoled, "My, my, aren't you all gussied up this evening. What's your brand of cosmetics, Crayola?

Erika stepped between the two and commented in a voice that tended to belie the inexactness of her statement, "Knock it off Candy, don't be a sarcastic bitch, I think Bobby looks darling."

Hugging Bobby, Erika whispered in his ear, "Dear we need to talk about your makeup skills."

Sue rushed in for a closer examination. "Bobby why are you dressed liked that?"

Bob is his best high pitched feminine voice, the product of hours of practice replied, "You told me you wanted a maid for the party, I thought I would surprise you and dress the part. Don't you like my outfit?"

"Bobby, you silly goose, I asked you to serve only as a way to get you here, I never intended to have you work at your own party."

Astonished Bob said, "A party for me. It's not my birthday. What the hell's going on?"

"Alex leaned in and said, "It's a coming out party of sorts. We all wanted to be present for the christening of the twins.

Sue took Bob's hand held it over his head and had him do a 360 twirl and said with an infectious smile, "I don't know how you stay up in those outrageous skyscraper heels. Darling, with those heels and your bust and that waifish waist you're simply scrumptious, almost good enough to eat. How did you get your waist that small?"

"With muscle power, I wanted to look feminine for you and your guests."

The doorbell rang, Bob turned to answer it. Sue stopped him and said, "I'll get it, you're a guest remember."

Candy rushed over carrying a try of Hors d'oeuvre and shoved them into Bob's hands. "As long as you're dressed for it, get to work."

"But Sue said I was a guest."

"Listen buster, you sass me again and I'll rip off your nasty boy parts, now take this damn tray!"

He docilely obeyed and took the tray without further comment. As he walked away, Candy pinched Bob's rear and commented, "Bobby you really need to work on your girlie walk. From the rear you still look like and man in a dress. Phil has a very feminine looking tush, he moves so gracefully, it's like he's a model on a catwalk. He uses supersized tampons that help perfect his walk. He never goes without one up his bum now. It is impossible to walk like a man with one of those stuffed up your backside." Bob circulated and dispensed the delicacies he and Malinda had prepared. He stumbled a few times unaccustomed to the tight heels. He slowed his pace and took greater care in each step."

He was determined to show Candy. Bob walked away from the hateful woman with an exaggerated gate, for the rest of the night he rolled his hips like he was standing on the deck of a schooner in heavy seas. He did make a mental note to stop by the woman's sanitation section during his next trip to the grocery store.

Alex came over and said, "Candy leave the poor girl alone."

Candy snickered and replied, "Someone has to crack the whip to keep the hired help in line."

"That's not your job. Bobby belongs to Sue. If she wants him whipped she'll do it. Your attitude towards domestic help is why no one will stay with you for more than a few weeks."

Candy spun on her heels and stormed off in a huff. Bob went about his job as party hostess with great gusto and was surprised at the snippets of conversations he heard as he filtered about the room. Most of the ladies were gossiping about other club members, who weren't in attendance, the undertone of some of the gossip was downright ugly.

As Erika took two handfuls of the tasty treats, Bob inquired, "Why is that lady setting up a camera and tripod?"

Erika stuffed a pastry in her month, took a sip of punch and answered, "It's a club tradition. When a member's male partner acquires his first set of boobs, we capture it for posterity. There is a private room in the club with what we call, 'The Hooter Hall of Fame.' An 8 by 10 glossy of your name and new assets will be predominately displayed on the wall. It is really a feather in Sue's cap. It's very rare a club member can convince her spouse to grow a pair in less than a year. This will significantly enhance her standing in the club."

Sue overheard the conversation and butted in handing Bob a small paper bag. "Bobby I'm so happy you did this for me. Would you please wear this bra and model it for us? It's the one I got last week when we all went bra shopping."

Looking into the bag, Bob was incredulous. "You want me to wear this diaphanous piece of fluff is front of all these people?"

"Of course I do. Most ladies for their boob portrait elect to go with a Victoria Secret padded push up bra trying for maximum cleavage. This will show off your assets. Wear it for me. Please."

Bobby held the delicate support contraption with two fingers like it was going to bite and envisioned how it would feel wearing it. Doctor Alicia came over to ensure Bobby was physically alright. "Doctor Al what are you doing here?"

The doctor pushed back Bobby's bangs and put her hand on his forehead checking for a fever as Bob's face was a scarlet red. "I'm here to remove your bandages and check on my work. The rest of the ladies are here for the grand unveiling. Finish handing out the goodies, and then we'll go into the bedroom to check on the twins. Are you having any discomfort?"

"Well, actually it feels like my chest is being engulfed by a boa constrictor. I'm having trouble breathing."

The doctor looked at his corseted waist and thought she knew the cause of his problem. She took the last of the booby cupcakes, stuffed it into her mouth and the two headed for the seclusion of the bedroom.

Turning on the lights, the doctor helped Bob with his dress then slowly removed the elastic bandages encasing Bob's chest. When the last wrap was removed Bob stood transfixed in front of the vanity mirror, his chest fully exposed, while his dress bodice was bunched at his waist. In a narcissistic manner he admired his new chest melons. His areoles were dark brownish in color and ringed by knobby skin and at least twice as large as before. Plus they itched like crazy.

The doctor checked the incision sites for infection and the boobs for seepage. She stood back and examined them for overall shape and proportionality. She realized what she was seeing was quite spectacular but not solely attributable to her work. There was something else at work here and she was pretty sure she knew what it was. Bob took the bra he'd been holding in his left hand and wrapped it around his chest and attempted to close it. It was instantly apparent there was no way the flimsy bit of fluff would stretch to fit his new figure. He pulled and pulled until the inevitable happened, the material ripped. Bob threw the scraps of fabric on the floor at his feet. Sue banged on the door and hollered, "Come on Bobby, hurry up we don't have all night. This picture is important to me; it'll go a long way in making up for what you did."

Bob felt devastated; he was going to let Sue down again. In utter frustration, he collapsed back intending to sit on the edge of the bed. He almost made it. His derriá¨re bounced off the edge of the bed and with the aid of the silk bedspread and his nylon patties, he slid onto the floor in a very unladylike manner and land with a thump on his buttocks. This prompted Sue to throw open the door, expecting to see her husband in his feminine finery, instead she found a topless teary-eyed and emotionally overwrought basket case sprawled on the floor.

Her eyes immediately focused on his massive jugs. Sue blurted out, "Oh my God, he has popped."

The photographer was only a step behind Sue, she pushed her way in and starting snapping pictures of Bobby, thus preserving the moment for posterity. The doctor rushed to Sue. In her most profession tone informed her, "We both know what's happened, he hasn't just popped he has exploded. It's obvious he didn't follow my advice and stop with the hormones. I'm sorry there's nothing I can do for him. My advice is to get him a good support bra to stop those heavy weight hooters from flopping all over the place which could do physical harm to his chest musculature system."

Candy pushed her way into the room and pointed at the sitting man and said, "My God, look at the size of those hooters. Its Bovine Bobby, the last time I saw utters that large they were on a milk cow."

Sue tried but couldn't contain herself, a small giggle escaped from her lips. She immediately tried to repair the damage, "I'm sorry Bobby but you have to admit that's funny. You have no one to blame but yourself. The doctor warned you to stop with the hormones they could affect your health. Damn it Bobby I don't want to lose you, certainly not over something as insignificant as your vanity. Is being better endowed than Phil worth dying over?"

Bob sniffled and responded, "No Sue it isn't. But I'm willing to risk it all to get you back. Can't you see that?"

Sue felt a pang of guilt but refused to accept responsibility for her husband's stupidity. "No, all I see is a fool. I swear Bob you're not only stubborn as a mule but a dumb as one too. Get out of my house right now; I am so disappointed in you!"

Alex rushed to his side and knelt beside her friend and cradled him in her arms. Erika stood in front of Sue blocking her escape.

"Sue, I've had about enough of you and your vindictive attitude toward Bob. Yes, he screwed up, and deserves to be punished. Firm discipline needs to be applied with a loving hand, not out of cruelty. If you don't want Bobby I will take him home with me."

Before Sue could respond Alex jumped in with, "No way sister, if anyone is taking Bobby home it's me, I get first dibs!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

Sue raised her voice over the squabbling ladies, "Stop it both of you. I never said I was giving Bobby up. I'm just furious at him for his lack of decision making. He's mine until I say otherwise. Is that clear?"

Erika grinned liked a Cheshire cat, "Let's end all this tomfoolery and get him dressed. Stand up Bobby." With Erika's help he regained his feet. He modestly pulled his bodice up to cover his boobs. Erika asked, "Where's your coat?"

"I left it in the limo."

Erika reached into the closet and grabbed her coat and said, "I'll drive you back, here wear my mink. It'll keep you warm.

Bob wrapped the full length mink coat around himself and luxuriated in the feel and asked, "Can I keep it?"

"No! Let's get our asses moving; after what the doctor said we have some things to discuss."

"Are you coming Sue?"

"No, Candy and I will stay here and help Malinda clean up."

Bob sighed gently as the threesome headed for the door Bob kept his head down and his lip out. Sue hollered, "Bobby, don't bother showing up Tuesday. If I can't trust you to follow instructions, I don't want you in my home. You're done as my maid."

While Erika and Alex looked for their purses, Candy had a moment alone with Bob. She turned his face so he was looking her in the eyes and said, "Don't go getting your titanic tits in a twist. Can't you see, Sue is my consort and she is never going back to you? The sooner you accept that the better we'll all be."

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The two ladies escorted a distraught Bob into his apartment. Erika attempted to retrieve her coat. Bob refused to take it off. It ended in a wrestling match; Bob in his tight corset and high heels was no match for the woman. She easily took him out with a judo hip throw and he landed on the bed with Erika on top, her face buried deep in the valley of Bob's breasts.

Alicia reprimanded, "Will you two children knock it off; we have serious business to discuss."

Bob, mortified at being thrown so easily by a mere woman said, "You trollop, get off me."

Erika laughed, "Speaking of trollops, your tata's are quite spectacular. Look at your nipples. They want to stand up and say howdy all the time. I love them."

She pushed herself up a mere inch from her previous resting place and bent back down and gave the exposed top of Bob boobs a loving kiss, leaving two red lip marks as evidence of her presence. She reluctantly stood; fanned herself and said, "I need a minute alone in the bathroom. Alex, watch this temptress while I go throw some cold water on my face."

The two ladies proceeded to give Bob a grilling that made the Spanish Inquisition look like child's play. With as much bravado as he could muster Bob told it all, when he had finished his story was out in the open for the first time. How he overheard Sue bragging how she'd manipulated him, his subsequent actions motivated by a sense of revenge. He mentioned Sue throwing him out of the house and only supporting him if he passed muster each week. He told them of the bet Sue had forced him to participate in. The woman laughed so hard Alex lost control and did a small wee-wee in her pants when Bobby related his adventures at the beauty college.

He broke down emotionally when he discussed his realization of how much he loved Sue and his desire to do anything to win the bet and get Sue back. He freely talked about his need to match Phil girlie trait for girlie trait.

Erika inquired how he knew of Phil's progress.

"Sue and Candy have both been quite open about my competition's progress," responded a sobbing Bob.

Alex gave Erika a knowing look.

Bob even related he'd lost his IT job.

Erika said, "I'd no idea you're unemployed. What did you do to get fired?"

"It was Candy?"

"Oh please not again, how could she get you fired?"

"She gave Mr. Harvey my home address. He paid me a visit and Bobby answered the door. When he saw how I was dressed he fired me on the spot."

The two tag-teamed Bob and spent considerable time lecturing him on the dangers of self-medication. The sermon went on until Bob gave them both his word he would never take another pill without a doctor's supervision.

The girls conducted a search of the apartment and uncovered Bob's stash of herbs and hormones, which they promptly flushed. Alex also confiscated Bob's suction cup devices amid a torrent of tears and pleas not to take the snake bite suction cups. Erika promised Bob if he was ever bitten by a snake in the boob she would gladly suck the venom out.

Alex hugged Bob goodbye and headed for the door, Erika engulfed Bob in a loving embrace then put a lip lock on him that sucked the air from his lungs. It took Alicia's superior physical strength to disengage the two.

As Alex closed the door she ordered, "Bobby, get your peejays on and go to bed."

Bob sat and thought of all that had gone on tonight. He decided, 'If I can't be her maid I can still win that damn contest and get back there as her husband.'

Bob sprang from his bed, opened his computer and searched for silicone butt enhancers. He bought the kind you could glue on rather than the underpants ones and asked for express shipping. He decided not to order the recommended glue. He had several tubes of superglue around the apartment, he was sure they would work just as well.

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The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 9 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is Kelly Ann Rogers; we have learned a lot from her, we have tried hard to apply some of it here. Our future stories will reflect this even better.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose

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Erika's drink sat untouched in front of her as she waited for the club chairperson to arrive for the emergency meeting Erika had requested. Veronica slipped onto the adjacent barstool and ordered a light beer as Erika sipped her martini and described in great detail how she thought Susan Turner was being inappropriately manipulated.

Erika took another mouthful of her cocktail and added, "I thought it was this organization's mission to rehabilitate men, not turn our members into vengeful divorced wives. Susan seems to have misinterpreted our committee's advice concerning her husband."

Erika was no fan of Candy and vented her anger about the meddling woman. She concluded her discussion with, "Let's be honest, Candy can be a manipulative bitch when she puts her mind to it."

Veronica listened patiently without interruption until Erika had spoken her piece. "Erika please stop! I won't allow you to conduct a character assassination against one our members."

"But you must understand Candy and her acolytes are going out of their way to ruin Sue's marriage. I've seen Candy destroy more than one man that crossed her path."

"Candy is a well meaning woman, a little shallow perhaps and certainly tenacious in her beliefs. She can be a tad over bearing and bull headed. But she is a true believer and a strong advocate of the goal, to bring about a New World Order by demaling men! If men aren't strong enough to stand up to her; it is their problem not hers!"

Veronica took a long pull on her beer reached into her purse and withdrew a cigarillo lit it blew out a puff of smoke and picked her words carefully. "We all agree that her husband was an insensitive jerk. I think Candy is just trying to help Sue modify his attitude. I agree that what you have described is not a perfect situation; Candy may be rather vicious in her attitude toward Bob. Sue is a smart woman, so maybe she feels she has a justification for seeking revenge on Bob rather than just helping Bob him. If Sue's marriage ends up on the rocks, so be it. It wouldn't be the first, or probably the last among our members that will end that way."

Erika finished the last of her drink and sympathized with Veronica's statement. "Heaven knows, that happened to me. I was just trying to provide my husband with a new perspective on life. Once I got my Ron his own set of boobs and into skirts and heels I thought our marriage would be better."

Then sighing heavily, she added, "It's impossible to tell who someone will fall in love with. I knew buying him that bikini and encouraging him to tan around the pool was a mistake. How was I to know he would run off with our pool boy?"

Both ladies snickered at the image of muscular Ron in a skimpy bikini. Veronica ordered another beer and went on, "I'm no marriage counselor, if Susan wants to fuck with her husband, what concern is it of mine or the club's?"

"Veronica, there is a difference between helping Sue show Bob the errors in his attitude and trying to deliberately destroy her marriage. This, for whatever reason, is exactly what Candy is doing. Sue is a bright lady but a real novice in this de-manning thing we have going here. In addition, I believe that Sue may be dealing with some grief issues that are contributing to some bad decisions on her part.

"As a member of her advisory committee I think she has failed to grasp the true objective of our organization. We aren't all man-haters; we simply want to feminize our men to make them better husbands and lovers! We're the Pioneers of the Future! I've heard a rumor that Candy provided Sue with a supply of male hormone blockers. That's against the law and contrary to what we all stand for. Changes in personality can only be brought about willingly, not forced, coerced or medicated."

"Erika you have a point, I'll look into this situation myself then and see if we need to take some action."

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For the past three days, Bob had parked his truck behind a large gardenia bush around the corner from his old home and waited for the coast to be clear, Bob would leave his truck and hike the short distance to the house. Malinda would let him in and together they would clean the house until lunch. Afternoons were reserved for female domestic lessons. Bob quickly learned the intricacies of cooking and baking. Malinda even shared her secret family recipes with Bob. He could now make a salsa that would strip paint.

Today was his first sewing lesson. Bob had decided to make his own dresses for the competition. Malinda and Bob had spent the previous afternoon sorting through hundreds of patterns. With the advice from his friend and teacher, Bob had selected his outfits, one for his interview, one for the talent contest and, lastly, the most challenging his ball gown. Malinda had purchased the material as a gift for Bobby; as he'd no money to pay for them. They were to start with a simple house dress that Bobby was going to wear for his talent. He'd decided he was going to do a cake decorating demonstration.

They had the bolts of cloth laid out on the kitchen table and were about to start cutting out the pattern, when they heard a car in the driveway. Bob went to look and discovered it was Sue's. There was nowhere to hide in the kitchen so Bob rushed to the coat closet, where he hid himself behind the hanging garments. Bob quietly stood in the closet and held his breath.

Sue came in the front door and did a quick inspection of the parlor and called, "Malinda could you come here please. I see you have finished in the living room. I'm having a guest over for coffee. She should be here in about ten minutes. Could you make a pot of coffee and throw together some kind of munchies for us. I plan on entertaining her in the parlor."

"Is something wrong Ms. Turner?"

"I don't think so; it's just very unusual for the head of my club to request an immediate meeting. We were both on this side of town so I suggested we meet here. We won't get in your way; just continue with your duties."

Malinda curtsied and replied "Yes ma'am," as she returned to the kitchen. She couldn't find Bob and hoped he had sense enough to stay out of sight.

Sue took off her coat and was headed to the closet to hang it up. The doorbell rang just as she was reaching for the handle. With the coat draped over her arm she answered the front door and welcomed Veronica. Sue took her coat and invited Veronica to sit on the couch. She opened the closet door, but kept her attention on her guest. Bob's heart stopped as he waited for Sue to push the hangers to one side to make room for the additions. Luckily she hung both coats on hooks on the back of the door. Bob said up a silent prayer of thankfulness. Sue left the door open which meant Bob could hear everything being said.

As the ladies got comfortable, Malinda brought in a try with a coffee pot, two cups, sugar and cream bowls and a plate of Mexican Tea Cookies that had just come from the oven. Malinda asked "Should I serve?"

Veronica took one look at the tray and said, "Thank you dear, we'll serve ourselves. You really shouldn't have gone to any trouble on my account." She endeavored to be a gracious guest and show some respect to Malinda as she requested privacy. "I have some things I need to discuss with your employer, would you mind giving us some privacy?"

Malinda acknowledged her request with a nod and looked to Sue who nodded to indicate that Malinda should withdraw to the kitchen. Once they were alone, Sue poured two cups of coffee and passed one to Veronica, who quite frankly intimidated Sue. Bob stood motionless in his hiding place, nonetheless the smell of the fresh baked cookies and coffee drifted into the closet. He hadn't eaten breakfast and his stomach growled. He prayed that coats around him would deaden the sound and prevent his discovery.

"Sue, let me get right down to business. Some members have brought it to my attention that your conduct toward your husband, while within strict club policy, appears to be outside the spirit of our philosophy."

Sue was flabbergasted at the accusation, "I've done only what my advisory committee has recommended."

Veronica held up a hand to forestall any argument.

"It's not what you have done as much as way you have gone about it. We don't believe in breaking a man's spirit, or in destroying his individuality. We merely want to modify his persona, soften it if you will. From what I've heard and seen, you appear bent on reducing Bob to a robotone, eliminating his personality completely and replacing it with one of your construct. Let me ask, was he that bad a person and husband that he deserves to have his personality erased?"

"Heavens, no, he is a caring person, a poor lover perhaps, but he was never bad to me. It is just that he let me down all the time with his lack of drive. He never finished anything he started. Good enough has always been his creed. For once I want him to strive to be the best, not settle for second or third place."

Bob's jaw dropped when he heard Sue' statement. He had no idea anyone thought of him that way, least of all his own wife. He wanted to go charging into the room to confront Sue and to defend himself, but he wanted to hear all of the conversation first.

Veronica smiled encouragingly at Sue, "I sound like someone's father, but what are your intentions toward Bob?"

Sue sat back and looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I'm furious at him for risking his health needlessly. I love him as a person, losing him would devastate me. I need some time to cool off. We have had a standing date for Sunday brunch, I'm going with Candy and a few friends to a spa this weekend; but I will be available the following Sunday. I'll see him then, if he can convince me he has learned his lesson, I will be willing to let him back into my life."

"You said that you love him as a person, but what about as your husband? Why even when my David made me so angry and he went to work I the club dining room to make it up to me, I still welcomed him back into my bed."

Bob listened intently to hear what Sue's response would be. This was what he had been working toward this past year. What he heard next shocked him to his very core.

"Veronica, I just don't know. I admit that I miss having him with me, but I've changed and learned some things about myself in these past months."

Veronica frowned. "You don't mean that you are having an affair with another man do you? We certainly do not make moral judgments about these kinds of things, but you certainly are not being fari and honest with Bob."

"Oh no!" Sue laughed. "When I first gave Bob my ultimatum all those months ago, I missed him terribly and I was tempted to call him and have him come home. Some of the girls on my advisory committee kept me company during those times and helped me through my loneliness. I meant that I have discovered that I enjoy a woman's company as much as a man's."

Veronica nodded knowingly. This was not the first time that this kind of thing had happened and it really was not surprising. "I see. Candy can be a comforting presence. Dear, keep in mind that this will be a shock to your husband. I'm familiar with the terms of the agreement you have with him. Have you given any thought to how he will feel when you tell him what you have just told me?"

Sue shrugged. "No, I haven't thought about it much. Considering that his little man is so much silly putty these days, it shouldn't really matter to him anyway."

As the conversation continued, tears streamed down Bob's cheeks. He had just heard his wife declare rather callously that she really was not concerned about his feelings regarding being intimate with her. Would she really welcome him back or would he be related to nothing more that Malinda's assistant in the house. What kind of marriage would they have in the future? Would it be a marriage if there was to be no sex? Would there even be love?

Their conversation continued as they retrieved their coats and Sue walked Veronica to her car.

"Veronica, I have admit that my life has been so empty without Bob. My liaisons over this past year have been like eating Chinese...ten minutes later, you're hungry again. Nothing has been as fulfilling as my marriage to Bob was."

"Do you think that it will be that way again?" Veronica asked.

"I don't know," Sue answered. "I would like Bob back, but not as the directionless person he seemed to be."

There was not much in the way of counseling that Veronica could offer after that. She had gotten the information she had been looking for and it concerned her that Erika's complaints might very well have some foundation in truth. She would need to consult with her fellow committee members as to what course of action they might need to take.

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Bob stayed quiet in the closet, now because of shame and grief, when the door opened wide and then closed again as Sue and Veronica reclaimed their coats. At long last, his legs lost their strength and he slumped to the floor of the closet.

When he did not come back to the kitchen to continue their project, Malinda came looking for him. She found Bob on the floor of the closet with his forehead resting against his knees. He couldn't have cared less that his panties were on display. His world had just come to an abrupt end.

Malinda just crouched beside him as she coaxed the story from him. She was already knowledgeable about most of the facts that he related, but she said nothing to confirm it or made any mention of who Sue's overnight guests might have been. She realized that this could only cause him more pain.

"Malinda, do you know anything about what Sue has been doing?" Bob struggled to frame his question politely. "Has she been sleeping around with people?"

"Bobby, I can't talk to you about what my employer does or does not do. Ms. Susan expects me to respect her privacy and her confidentiality. I am sorry.

"You have decisions to make. Do you give up now and show Ms. Susan that she is right or do you prove that you can finish what you start?"

Bob just looked at her as he thought over his options. He had painted himself into a corner by trying to win back his wife. If he quit now, he had no choices ahead of him. He would be a feminized caricature of himself, unemployed with no money. If he won the pageant, Sue might very well want him back and he would have to see what happened then. If not, he still had better hopes than if he just slunk off into the night.

"You're right Malinda! I'm going to keep going! I'm going to do my best to win the pageant and show Sue that I'm worth it!"

Bob went back to work on his homemaker outfit for the pageant, more determined than ever to win the damned thing. He made a decision he would use only his feminine voice from that point on. He was going to train his vocal cords, so his feminine pattern of speech would be his normal talking voice.

Bob and Malinda made great progress on the dress by the time Bob had to sneak back to his truck. Since Sue wasn't going to be home, Bob planned on spending the entire coming weekend with Malinda, sewing. Saturday morning, while getting dressed, Bob realized his bra was too tight. After a careful self-examination in the mirror, Bob came to the frightful conclusion he might still be growing. He had no money for new underwear so he forced it on and drove to Wal-Mart where he bought a couple of bra extenders. He mentioned his concerns to Malinda. She poked fun at him and said, "It's probably just water retention. Women have that problem around their periods. If you need any protection I have extras."

Bob nervously laughed at the small joke, but squeezed his butt cheeks and felt the tampon snuggly ensconced in his backdoor. He'd worn one every day since the party and had to admit it did improve his girlie walk. If he was truthful he felt empty without one.

Finally 'the' Sunday was here. Bob rose with the chickens to ensure he had plenty of time to prepare for his meeting with Sue. He took a long hot shower, shaved his arms and legs then spent several minutes at the mirror with a pair of tweezers plucking those few stray hairs that seem to refuse to give up. He moisturized his entire body with a flowery scent he'd picked up at the dollar store. He put on his favorite French knickers, and with the aid of two bra extenders, its accompanying bra and his bath robe and waited for the arrival of Malinda.

Malinda had reluctantly agreed to help him get dressed for today. She arrived and helped lace Bob tightly into his corset. As Bob continued to lose weight the corset was less and less of a problem. Bob's hair was tied up with a large yellow bow in a high ponytail. He'd planned on wearing a lemon colored high waist sundress he'd been saving for a special occasion. He accessorized the dress with a pair of Grecian sandals and new large hoop earrings that he'd fallen in love with. He laid everything out on his bed for Malinda's inspection. She gave her approval and then sat with Bob as he applied his makeup. She had to caution him on several occasions to tone down his look, it was a lunch date not a night on the town.

Finally satisfied with his appearance, he stood and stepped into the dress, it had a back zipper. After several minutes of tugging Malinda sadly announced Bob was too big on top for the dress, she couldn't get it closed. After several frantic minutes of closet surfing, they found a yellow long sleeved, high collared blouse that fit his new figure. It was the only thing he owned that didn't draw attention to his bust.

Once the top was settled on they selected a matching pair of tight short shorts. That looked fabulous with the top but unfortunately clearly outlined his boyparts. Bob excused himself and went into the toilet area, where he hid his stones away and pulled his tool back between his legs, then taped everything in place. Malinda conducted one final inspection, ran a brush through his hair wished him luck. It was a bright and hot day, Bob checked his appearance in the rear view mirror, coated his lips with a clear lip-gloss, slipped on his imitation Ray Ban sunglasses clicked his purse close turned his air-conditioned to high and drove to the club.

Bob made two passes through the dining area and was unable to find his wife. He finally stopped a waitress and asked if they knew where Ms. Turner was. Bob was directed to the pool area, where Sue sat shaded by a large umbrella. Bob approached cautiously, stood beside the empty chair which was positioned in the warm sun and asked, "May I join you?" The conversation he had heard between Sue and Veronica was still fresh in his mind, but he pushed down any emotions that came from it.

Sue looked up from her Belgian waffle, put her fork down and squinted at the figure standing in the bright sunlight. "Of course Bobby, I did invite you here. Whether you stay or not; is still open for discussion. Sit and let's talk. Do you want anything to eat?

"Thank you. A glass of unsweetened ice tea would be great." Sue's voice was rather formal so Bob tried to maintain the same sort of distance Sue was projecting.

While they waited for the tea, Sue devoured the rest of her waffle, she did everything but lick the plate clean. Bob sat stoically watching with envy as Sue finished her high caloric meal.

Setting aside her plate, she folded arms before her on the table and looked across at him. "Alright Bobby, let's get this out in the open, why did you go against the doctor's orders?"

Bob took a sip of his cool drink as sweat poured down his armpits, collecting his thoughts.

"First off Susan, the doctor recommended, I not continue with the hormones, she never used the word can't."

"Be that as you may, you knew there was a health risk associated with taking them."

"Yes, I thought the risk was worth the potential payoff. The only area I could see besting Phil in is my figure. My hair and nails are growing out nicely. With all my exercises, my butt is shaping up nicely, I've lost another 10 pounds so my waist is looking really good, I just needed more on top — else I would look like a modern day Twiggy. So I took the chance."

Bob lifted up his boobs and with a single tear running down his cheek said, "How was I to know they would make me sprout porn star knockers overnight?"

Bob tucked a stray curl behind his right ear and wiped the salty tear from his face and went on, "Other than my overdeveloped set of mammary glands, I'm in excellent health. I went back to the doctor this week. I was concerned, that I might continue to develop. The doctor explained it was just the residual effect of the hormones in my system. She's convinced I've reached the end of my growing period."

Sue looked over at her husband and saw the sweat stains forming his armpits and the moisture glistening off his head. "For heaven's sake, why are you wearing a long sleeve shirt on a day like this?"

"It's the only thing I own that fits anymore."

Sue reached across the table and took Bob's hand, "Come with me. We're going to get you something more appropriate."

She led Bob into the club's boutique gift shop. Bob sat while she looked around. She found the only attendant and asked her to join them in the changing room. "My friend here needs a bathing suit; see what you can find her. Just make sure that it shows off her figure to its best advantage. I've some errands to run…I'll be back. Bobby, you do whatever this nice young lady says. I'll be back and we can finish our talk."

The sales girl asked Bobby, "What size do you wear?"

Bob merely shrugged.

"Come with me so I can take your measurements. Take off your top and skirt, and drop your unmentionables for me."

She was a total professional and was unfazed when his 'winky' made an unscheduled appearance. She calmly took his measurements, and announced, "My...you have unusual dimensions, you wear a size six panty, your bra band measures at 38, and your cup size is about an E. This is going to present a challenge. Stand there and I'll be back as soon as I can."

Completely naked Bob turned a deep red and tried to hide his genitals with his hands. The sales clerk returned with a bikini in neon green, that she said really expressed his femininity the best. The matching bottom half had a short white skirt that would help to conceal his secret.

Sue returned and found Bobby admiring himself in the dressing room mirror. She gushed over how sexy he looked, "Bobby you have really blossomed into a desirable looking woman."

Bob felt his face get warm. Sue loved the fact she could get him to blush with just a simple compliment. She pushed him back into a changing room, locked the door and spent several minutes 'adjusting' his top.

After play time was over, Sue bought a bottle of sun tan lotion and hauled a reluctant Bob to the lounge chairs she'd reserved next to the pool. She spent several minutes slathering the lotion all over her feminized husband.

The two spent a delightful day lying in the sun, drinking fruity foo-foo drinks with little umbrellas in them and chatted like the old friends they were. Bob saw no sign from Sue that might indicate that she did not care for him. Thinking back on it, perhaps her treatment of him was somehow related to her own confusion about her emerging sexual feelings. As much as he wanted to discuss it with her, he could not think of a way to bring the subject up.

Whenever Bobby was tanning the front, Sue had to be on guard to keep away the predators that would circle Bobby like a school of sharks. The attention he garnered gave Sue an idea for a problem that had just arisen with a major client. She thought, 'Getting Bobby to agree might be a challenge, but we'll see.'

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As the sun set, the air cooled. Bob glowed red. They made their way back to the gift shop to retrieve Bobby's clothes. The single clerk was busy helping a customer; the two stood patiently waiting examining a rack of bikinis on sale.

Bob turned to his wife and started with, "Sue...."

She gave him a glare that reminded him; their relationship must remain formal. "Sorry, Ms. Turner, may I return to my previous position as Malinda's assistant? I need the job, besides I enjoy being your maid...I mean your housekeeper."

Susan snickered and said, "I never thought I'd hear you say that."

Bob nervously fiddled with an earring and said, "Neither did I, but I can't hide from the truth."

Sue lightly touched Bobby on his sunburned shoulder as she said, "Erika told me you lost your IT job. It's terrible you're having financial problems but I'm afraid I can't rehire you. I fired you in front of the help. If I relented and let you return, I would lose face with Malinda. I'm sorry but that's just the way it has to be. Don't fret. Use your initiative go find a job. It's only 6 weeks until the pageant."

The clerk was standing behind the two and overheard the conversation. She said to Bobby, "Miss, if you'll come with me, I help you get dressed."

Alone in the changing booth, Bob was frustrated with Sue's rejection, but was determined to keep a 'stiff upper lip.' However his eyes had a mind of their own and several tears leaked out. The clerk produced a tissue and dabbed away the tears. She hugged Bobby and helped him remove his top. She politely turned her back as Bob removed bikini bottom and stepped back into his skirt and panties.

Over her shoulder she said, "I'm Kim, the shop manager. I couldn't help but overhear what you said to your friend out there. We're having a gigantic bikini sale. I'm here by myself in the afternoons and could really use some help. Would you like a job? It pays only minimum wage. But you'll pick up a nice bonus from commissions; plus you'd get an employee discount on anything in the shop. Honey, with your figure, if you were to wear a bathing suit everyday — kind of a living manikin we could sell out our stock and you'd make a decent living. How about it?"

The possible ramifications of spending eight hours a day for the next six weeks in a bikini escaped Bob. He jumped at the chance and immediately said yes.

"Good! I really need the help. Be here at noon on Monday and we'll get you in a suit. Plan on spending the first hour every day sunbathing by the pool, a living advertisement, by the end of summer you'll be golden brown."

By the time Bob was dressed, Sue had long since left. Bob made his way home feeling better than he had in months. As he got out of his evening shower, he found that he was a little sunburned but not too badly. He thought the added color was a nice touch. He wasn't crazy about his bikini tan lines but shrugged it off as the price of doing business.

He joined Malinda as soon as Sue had left Monday morning. He explained how he only had a half day, Malinda suggested they put off the housework and get right to his sewing project. He finished up in time to get to work a few minutes early. He filled out the paperwork, Kim giggled when he filled out the form with the name Bubbles. He strolled around the pool a few minutes early. Kim insisted he wear heels, rather than sandals as Bob had expected, saying it added to the sex appeal of his outfit. Kim's plan worked. During Bob's hour in the sun he was approached several times and asked where he got the suit.

After his tour of duty around the pool, Bob reported to Kim and was told to stand by the bikini display racks and assist customers as they arrived. 'Just great,' thought Bob, 'Four more hours on my feet in five inch heels.' The shop was doing a brisk business as word spread about the sale and about the new employee in the boutique. Bob had just walked one young satisfied customer to the door. He halted briefly in the door as he thanked her for shopping at the boutique when Candy walked by. She did a double take at seeing Bob standing there.

"Where's Sue?" she inquired. Her tone of voice said that Bob was beneath her and she was annoyed to be speaking to him.

Bob replied in his sweetest womanly voice, "Good afternoon Miss Candy. I have no idea, is she lost?"

Candy went ballistic, raised her voice several octaves and said said, "You're not allowed here, this is for members and their guests only. Now get out; before I have you arrested for trespassing."

Rather than confront the hysterical Candy, Bob simply turned his back to her and calmly walked into the store and assumed his post in the bathing suit section. This infuriated Candy all the more. She stormed in and demanded to see the manager. Kim heard the commotion and rushed from her office. "What seems to be the problem Ms. Grant?"

Pointing at Bob, Candy demanded, "I want to know what he is doing here?

"Bobby is my new assistant."

"You do know it's a man don't you? Isn't there some law against men hanging around woman's changing rooms?"

"Take a look around you. If we didn't allow men in here, we'd be out of business in a month. Besides Bobby is turning out to be the best salesperson I've ever had. Why in the last hour 'She' has sold over $300 worth of merchandise."

"I don't care about that. I want 'Him' fired."

"Ms. Grant, with your connections to the board you could probably get me fired. But you can't tell me how to run my shop. Please lower your voice, if Bobby has done something to upset you we can calmly and rationally talk it through."

Candy spun on her heels and stormed out of the shop. Kim gave Bob a quizzical look and asked, "What did you do?"

"I merely wished her a good afternoon."

Kim suspected there was more to the story; but returned to her paperwork and left Bobby to man the store. At quitting time, Bob rushed home. He had two pressing issues to take care of, first was to get his tootsies out of those pointy heels and the second was to release his boys from their confinement.

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Sue arrived at Candy's palatial home, burdened with enough Chinese takeout to feed a small army. Sue knocked on the door and expected the maid to answer. Sue was anxious to see Phil after all these months. Instead Candy opened the door. "Come in, we're all starved. Violet and Debbie are in the den. Go on in, I'll bring plates, there's a pitcher of margaritas so help yourself."

The four sat around and had a lovely dinner. Half way through the second pitcher of margaritas Sue couldn't container herself, "I have to ask where is Phil, is it his night off?"

"That male chauvinist loser is long gone, it took some doing but he was eventually replaced by Pénélope, who evolved into a very feminine and charming play thing, but alas I had to let him go too. He started to get uppity so I fired him. I'm now looking for an adequate replacement."

"You mean you just put him out on the street?"

"Oh heaven's no! I spent too much time and money training him. He's going to be around for awhile. His current assignment is waiting tables at Sadie's strip club where I hear he's a big hit with all the guys."

Candy had decided not to mention that she had gone to Veronica after her exchange with Bob in the boutique. Instead of listening to Candy's complaints of a man working in the boutique and appearing to be a woman, Veronica had started asking her questions about how Sue's project with Bob was coming along and what kinds of problems she might be having in dealing with her husband. Specifically, was Sue having any problems with Bob's attitudes and behavior and how was Sue dealing with what Bob was doing to prepare for the upcoming pageant.

Candy felt like she had been blind-sided with Veronica's questions. It had felt more like an inquisition and Candy was not sure if the club's president had really believed her stories of Bob's rudeness towards her and Sue, as well as his very reluctant cooperation with Sue's ultimatum. Right now, she and her little team needed to have Sue get on board with continuing to rip him down.

"Sue we're only part of your advisory committee but let's talk about your uppity husband. I ran into your ex working as a sales clerk in our gift shop. He needs to be taken down a peg or two, don't you girls all agree?"

Everyone but Sue nodded enthusiastically. Candy broke the uneasy silence with, "Sue, what is your honest evaluation of him?"

Sue sat back and cocked an eyebrow as she studied Candy trying to determine the motivation for her question. "To be honest it is hard for me to be objective. Physically he has certainly changed. Hell he looks so good he could be mistaken for a trophy wife."

Candy couldn't pass up am opportunity like that, "Yes he'd make a perfect wife for some lucky fruity gay guy."

Sue gave Candy a look of disapproval and continued with her thought, "I know he is making an effort externally, I still don't know if he has changed internally where it really counts. He may be just good at concealing his true chauvinistic attitudes. I'm still waiting to see how that plays out."

"Exactly!" said Candy. "Dump the loser, turn him lose like I did Phil."

Sue thought back to their wedding day, Bob was the perfect groom. That night in their marital bed, he assured Sue was satisfied multiple times before he even considered his needs. He was always such a giving and selfless person. Traits that over the years tended to grate on Sue as she clawed her way up the corporate ladder. Negatives for Bob, were now so endearing in his Bobby persona.

Sue's lip curled, "No Candy, I can't do that. I'll admit that after the accident he was a millstone around my neck and almost brought me down. It took everything I had to keep going. Since my baby died, he withdrew into a shell and has been such a dud. However, as Bobby, I see the sensitive, nurturing person I fell in love with reemerging. I've too much invested in this marriage to just let it go. I'm going to give her every opportunity to win my heart back."

Sue refilled everyone's glass and asked, "As long as you ladies are here I have a favor to ask. Recently I was formally counseled by one of the board members at work. It seems several of my subordinates and a couple of clients have complained about my lack of sensitivity.

"I've been working on this massive financial deal and, if I land it, my position as the company chief financial officer will be secure. I was told if I screw this up I'm out on my ass.

"I've been schmoozing José Sanchez, the owner of an international conglomerate, for the past six months. I thought I had him hooked and was about to reel him in and sign the deal. Then he drops this bomb on me. I have to get Roberto, his brother and half owner's approval or there is no deal. I had the brother checked out. He considers himself to be a real ladies man, a stereotypical Latino lothario. We're having a cocktail party for the brothers tomorrow, both of which have Latin temperaments and appetites. Would you girls please show up as window dressing? It would help soften them up."

Candy got a mischievous grin on her face and said, "Sure whatever we can do. Do I see Bobby playing a part in this?"

Sue chewed on her lip and thought for a full two minutes and finally answered, "I don't think so. I thought about enlisting his aid for a while. But I just don't think he's ready to solo right now, there is too much at stake for me to risk it."

Sue took a deep breath and went on, "The following day I have scheduled a day of briefings, to show them the logic of my proposal. If that doesn't work I plan on taking both brothers out for a night on the town. An evening of dames, drinks, and dancing should persuade them to sign with me. Candy would you consider being Roberto's escort? Just flirt with him and show him a good time — You'll have to contain yourself, no sex - I am not running an escort service. I understand he is quite handsome, so it shouldn't be a real hardship for you."

Candy leaned in close to Sue, "No honey, I don't think so. You're looking for a way to test Bobby's commitment to the feminine side. Here is your chance, throw him in the deep end and see if he can swim."

Debbie spoke up, "Knock off the bubblegum sentimentality and the psychobabble; he is more like a trollop if you ask me. He prances around showing off those porn star boobs, like he is the Queen of Sheba. Have you seen the way every guy at the club ogles him."

"And half the women," mumbled Violet.

Candy ignored Violet and went on with her argument, "I think you're underestimating Bobby. Hell, he could just flash those tits at any man and he would be putty in his hands. Your husband may still be a male, but he is no longer a man. Accompanying him on his first date will allow you to see firsthand if he has really driven the chauvinistic daemons out of his soul or is just hiding them."

Sue thought about that statement and eventually said, "You may have a point there. Hell he has a better figure than any of us. His chest is quite impressive; he even makes me feel inadequate."

Candy jumped in before Sue had a chance to reconsider, "It's agreed then. Who better to 'entertain' a Latino playboy, than a Queen?"

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The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 10 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is Kelly Ann Rogers; we have learned a lot from her, we have tried hard to apply some of it here. Our future stories will reflect this even better.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose

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Wednesday was uneventful, until Sue walked into the shop about quitting time and invited a very surprised and suspicious Bob to join her for a drink at the pool bar. Kim jumped in before Bob could respond and said to go ahead, she would close up. Bob threw on a robe, stuffed his clothes in a bag, and followed Sue. Sue selected a table off to the side where they wouldn't be disturbed. She ordered two martinis and a platter of cheese snacks. Bob made himself as comfortable as he could with his gonads squished between his legs and wondered what was up.

"Candy told me about you working here. Don't you think you should have checked with me first? Have you any idea how embarrassing it is to have your best friend tell you what your husband is up to?"

The thought went through Bob's mind that she had no right to complain after telling him that he should use his initiative to support himself. He kept it to himself and just said, "You're embarrassed? I spend all day strutting around like I'm auditioning for the SI swimsuit issue."

Bob's response distracted her from scolding her husband as Sue leaned over and rested her hand on Bob's knee, "Sweetheart, in all honesty, in that suit you'd be a shoo-in for the issue cover."

With amusement in her eyes, Sue ran her hand up his thigh all the way to his private parts; she found only a firm mound. She slide her fingers over the silky bikini bottom like she was searching for something while she asked, "I'm curious what have you done with your man things? Please tell me you haven't done something really stupid. You still have them don't you?"

Bob put his hand on top of Sue's to keep her from investigating any further. "Yes they are still there; just tucked away for safe keeping."

Sue laughed as she watched her husband squirm. "Isn't that rather uncomfortable?"

"Having my privates squeezed was annoying at first. Now it just feels normal. Beauty has its price I guess."

Sue grinned and said, "Aside from your minor discomfort, how's it going?"

"Great, I'm making good money on commissions and today I even got a large tip. Some guy wanted to buy a suit for 'his girlfriend'. He said she was the same size he was. Without making a judgment, I measured him. I then left him alone in the dressing room. When he came out 20 minutes later I sold him a lovely turquoise one-piece and a pair of size 12 sandals to go with it."

Sue's hand remained between his legs, as she said, "That's great, now drink up, I've something to ask you. This Saturday night would it be possible for you to get all dolled up as pretty as you can?

Bob was immediately interested, "Sure that would be no problem. What do you have in mind?"

"I wanted to ask if you would you like to go on a date with me? We'll drink, dine, dance, and flirt, like when we were courting. How does that sound?"

Bob's heart leapt in joyful celebration. "I'd love to. How fancy a place will we be going to?"

"It's the new dance club, the most exclusive in town, Avalon."

"It sounds like I'll need a new dress."

Sue laughed, "Now you're thinking like a woman, wear a low-cut, tight fitting cocktail dress. Something that will show off your feminine assets to their maximum, would you do that for me?

"Of course, I know just the dress; it's in the window of our shop."

"You mean that black sheer chiffon dress with elasticized bustier top and a sweetheart neckline.

"Yes that's the one, it's rather pricey but with my employee discount I can just squeeze it into my budget."

Sue's hand still in Bob's crotch lovingly squeezed his mound as she said, "Don't worry about the cost, charge it to my account. I want you to shine for the night."

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Candy and her cronies had all shown up early to help Sue with her cocktail party. The party went off like a dream as far as Sue was concerned, in addition to her club friends her entire office showed up. Everyone treated the Sanchez brothers like rock stars, when the two come into the room they were swarmed by a bevy of attractive woman, the women acted like groupies and catered to their every whim. Sue focused her attention on the older brother José.

Candy led the charge and immediately cut Roberto out of the heard. He was a small man, maybe five foot six, 160 pounds, with a manly chin, accentuated by a full dark mustache. He was arrogantly self-confident, an attribute that attracted Candy. She was determined to monopolize his attention. Hanging all over the visitor, it took her all of ten minutes to get a rise out of Roberto. After his second highball, Candy boldly asked if they could go somewhere private to talk. Roberto suggested the lobby. Candy vetoed that and suggested they go back to his hotel where they wouldn't be disturbed. Roberto was no monk, even though Candy was a generation older she was still an attractive women so his only question was, "Do we take your car or mine?"

Candy batted her eyes at him seductively, "Roberto, I'll drive, that will leave your hands free for other things."

Roberto licked his lips in anticipation. "Miss Candy, please call me Rob, or my real close friends use Robby." Candy openly snickered, at the in-joke.

"Of course Robby, anything you say."

They arrived at the Hilton; Candy removed her purse and briefcase as she turned the vehicle over to the valet. They rode the glass elevator to the top floor and Roberto escorted his companion into his suite. Candy took one look around and immediately asked for a drink. While he was getting them from the mini bar Candy took the opportunity to inspect the room.

Roberto handed Candy her glass of bourbon and thought he was about to get lucky. Candy took the glass and threw down half the strong whiskey, cleared her throat and said, "Robby we need to talk. I really like you and want to keep you out of trouble. Tomorrow after a day of dull business briefings Sue has you and your brother scheduled for a night of dining and dancing."

"Si, I know this, she has a date for me. José promises she will be young and beautiful."

"That's what I need to talk to you about. The date she has lined up for you is someone called Bobby. That's why I laughed earlier. I have to warn you she is a total slut. You understand the term slut?"

"You mean prostituta, a puta? I will need to pay?"

"No she's not a prostitute; simply a nymphomaniac."

Roberto shrugged and said, "I see, I've heard of such people, she is a nininfá³mana."

"Call her whatever you want; she will expect to have sex at the end of the evening."

Roberto puffed out his chest, "That no problem for Roberto, I always like to finish an evening between the sheets."

"Well I must tell you, Bobby likes her sex rough, unlike most women she likes to be told what to do. When you're alone; treat her like a whore, she likes that. Let me give you a warning, if Bobby isn't satisfied with the sex she has been known to go the police to get the man in trouble. On one occasion she even claimed she'd been raped. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Si! That mucho problema!"

"I've a way you can beat her at her own game. You can have all the sex you want and never worry about getting into trouble. Are you interested?"

"Of course, I am el macho hombre; sex is what I do best."

Candy smiled as her devious plan was coming together, "Of course you are. Let me show you, how this will work."

Candy with a sardonic smile on her face went to her briefcase and removed a wireless nanny cam. She found a good spot on the dresser, aimed the camera to the center of the room. She would have preferred it focus on the bed; but there was no way of ensuring Roberto's anonymity with the two rolling around on the bed. "Robby, this is a camera that's motion activated and will send its pictures to my computer. Invite her to this room and have sex with her and it'll be recorded as long as you're in the proper location, so you can prove it was consensual. Candy marked a spot in the center of the room. "You need to ensure all the lights are on. Stand here and face the window. Have her kneel here and ensure her face is visible to the camera. You'll get your fun and she can't ever claim she was forced. Just make sure the camera never sees you forcing her. You can give her verbal commands, there will be no sound recorded. Just keep your face out of camera view. Is that all clear?"

"Yo comprendo. I understand. Are you saying my face will never be in the shots? If not, things could go very bad for you."

"Yes, I've it set so it'll only capture you from the chest down. How about a test to see if the camera angles are right and to make sure the equipment is working?"

At that Candy dropped to her knees, pulled down his trousers and his underwear. She reached up cupped his balls with one hand and used the other to guide his modest size cock into her mouth. She slide up and down on his pole a couple of times then suddenly stopped, much to Roberto's dismay. Candy got up went to her computer and examined the video, exclaiming, "That's almost perfect."

She went to a desk lamp and removed the lampshade to produce more light. Then returned to her kneeing position and resumed her previous activities. This time she stayed long enough to finish the job. As Roberto neared his climax his natural reaction was to reach up and place his hands on Candy's head to guide it. The moment she felt that, she stopped. Roberto got the idea and kept his hands behind his back until he had come.

Candy got up, found her drink and fill her mouth with the strong alcohol, swishing it around in her mouth before allowing the mixture to slide down her throat. Candy hated what she had just done. It made her feel like a tramp. In her mind it should always be the man on his knees in front of her. She hated feeling like a whore, but it was a necessary evil if she was going to destroy Bob.

A satisfied Candy packed up her things, kissed Roberto on the cheek and left with another reminder of nothing forced that the camera could see.

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Sue had arranged with Bobby's manager to let him off work at 3 PM, thus ensuring he had time to prepare for his dinner date. Leaving the shop, Bob took a chance and used the ladies locker room for a quick shower; the afternoon in the sun had left him sweaty. His hair still damp, he hurried to the club's beauty salon for his manicure. He had specifically requested Fran. She greeted him like a long lost sister. They sat to begin Bob's treatment. Fran looked at what was scheduled, frowned and asked, "Bobby, are you sure you want nails this long? Glamour length will make it difficult to go about your daily activities."

"I've a very special date tonight and want to be as alluring as possible. Please help me."

"You're the customer; I'll do what you want. Have you selected a color?"

Bob shrugged his shoulders. "Alright let's try this, what color is your dress?"

Bob described it in excruciating detail. Fran coated his nails in fire engine red, and finished it with a shiny clear coat. "Bobby do you have a lipstick to match this color?"

Bob nodded no. "Oh dear me, you haven't thought this thing through have you? I hate it when amateurs try and play grown up."

With a twinkle in her eyes she said, "The shop is empty, all the stylists are off for the day, we have the place to ourselves. Let's go to one of the makeup stations. You aren't leaving here until I have you looking like a movie star — my treat."

Bob laughed and said, "Fine, as long as it's not Boris Karloff."

Fran quickly put his hair in curlers and proceeded to give Bobby a complete makeover. Fran worked her magic on her favorite customer. Bob remained mute and could only gawk in amazement. Over the last few weeks Bob had slowly come to the realization that he made an attractive looking woman. Now he was more than that, he was beautiful. With his makeup done this way, his hair curled he felt amazing.

Fran stood back and admired her work. She was more than satisfied.

"What do you think Bobby?" Fran asked beaming.

Bob fluffed his hair one last time with his red dragon talons and stared at the woman in the mirror. His hair hung loose, framing his face and pooling around his shoulders. The dark liquid liner, copiously applied around his eyes combine with his long and thick eyelashes created a very glamorous look. His lips were lush, approximating ripe red strawberries, and glistened like wet paint. He narcissistically felt sexy and alluring, and responded. "I'm astounded. I never thought I could look this beautiful."

Bob gave Fran an air kiss to protect his makeup and hurried home to get dressed for his big night. The first thing he did was superglue his silicon butt enhancers on, ensuring he had a perfect bubble butt. Bob loved the effect. He found his favorite underwear set and before slipping on the panties, decided he needed a fresh tampon to feel as womanly as possible. Stuffing one up his faux vagina, he felt full. He pulled the panties on and decadently ensured the white sting hung outside the panty leg. He broke out a new pair of silk nylons. Rolled them up his legs and fastened them to his beribboned garters. He made sure the seams were straight and retrieved the dress from his closet. He fastened his silk black bra, which just covered the tops of the dark circles of his areolas. Bob was thrilled that the cups overflowed with mounds of soft quivering flesh. The outfit was so slinky it felt wonderful. Bob wasn't sure if he could ever go back to man clothes again, wearing silk is like crack cocaine, one taste and you're hooked for life. The dress fit him like a glove and really put his voluptuous figure on display. He grabbed his purse and ensured he had the basics; his license, cell phone, a comb, lipstick and carfare, and set off for Sue's place.

He rang the doorbell; the wind blew and threatened to ruin his perfect hairdo, a stray tress fell across his face. He tucked it back in place as he waited. Sue opened the door and invited him in. Bob thanked her in his best feminine voice. Sue had her breath taken away, rather than her husband in a dress she found the reincarnation of Farrah Fawcett but with a better body. Susan stuttered, "Bo...ob is that really you?" Susan thought, 'You can expect something and still get knocked off your feet by it. This is beyond my wildest dreams.'

"Bobby, you have outdone yourself, aren't you the prettiest thing ever." Sue laughed softly, not a teasing laugh but a loving one full of emotion. "Sweetums, come with me to our bedroom."

Bob followed as tears of joy formed in the corners of his eyes. Once in the bedroom, Sue asked Bob to turn around for her. She became weak in the knees at seeing his new derriere. She walked up behind him and grabbed his ass with both hands.

"Bobby they feel real, where did these come from? You didn't do something stupid again did you?"

"They're new, but all silicon. I think they really enhance my womanly figure. Do you like them?"

"Like them, I adore them. I'm only sorry they aren't real. My lord your ass wiggles like two melons in a sack. Turn around and face me."

Sue was so close Bob could fell her breath on his face. Sue reached behind her for something on her dresser. She warped a black velvet chocker around his swan like neck and stepped back for a better view. "Bobby you have a small Adams apple, this will hide what you do have."

Sue stunned Bob when without warning she grabbed two handfuls of his breast tissue. "Your tatas appear larger than I remember."

Bob flinched at the unprovoked assault and then he placed his hands over Sue's, holding them in place, "Yes I'm afraid they've grown a little in size and are more sensitive, the doctor tells me it's still the residual effects of the hormones. Do you think I look like a freak?"

"Please slide your top down and take off your bra, so I can get a good look at them."

Bob slowly slid the bustier down, its tightness making it a task. As he did so, he was reminded of the shimmying he went through during his reluctant striptease. At least this dance would not result in a trip to the hospital. The thought about how natural it felt caused a grin to cross his face. He reached behind his back to unhook his bra and his smiled got larger as he realized that having Sue watch him was incredibly erotic. Sue frowned in confusion at why Bob could be smiling, but she appeared to shrug it off.

He held the bra at his side feeling a bit self-conscious to just be standing there seminude. Sue took a step back and had a mischievous idea. She reached out and took the bra from Bob's hand and casually tossed it over her shoulder landing it behind her dresser.

"We won't need this tonight. They are nice and firm, no sag at all. They are a little out of proportion to the rest of your body and make you look top-heavy; but I love them. Pull up your dress, the girls are going upholstered for the night, your dress will provide sufficient coverage and support to keep you decent; and still show loads of cleavage."

As Bob adjusted his top, Sue exclaimed, "My lord your nipples are huge; they look like they belong on a baby bottle. They show right through your dress."

In a reflexive attempt at modesty Bob brought his hands up to cover his vulgar display. "Yes I know they poke out like this all the time and are hypersensitive. I can't decide if I love them or hate them. Can I put my bra back on?"

"NO! You are perfect just like this. No more slouching, throw those shoulders back and flaunt your assets, you'll have the guys drooling more than the neighbor's sprinkler system!”

Bob slowly lowered his hands away from his chest.

“Bobby, let me see your hands. It looks like you just got your nails done."

"I did, I just came from the beauty salon."

"I see your engagement ring is still there. What's that on your pinkie?"

Bob held up his right hand, and said, "It's your wedding ring. I keep it with me all the time."

Sue felt a pang of regret, but went on with her plan. "That's really sweet. You're almost there; you just need a bit more bling."

She turned to her dresser and rummaged through her jewelry box. In his upper piercings Sue removed his inexpensive garnet stud earrings and replaced them with one karat diamond studs, a past anniversary present from Bob. She replaced his lower studs with large heavy chandelier dangling earrings that caught and reflected the light like a disco ball. From the dresser this time she returned with a bottle of expensive French perfume. She deployed a cloud of the flowery smelling fragrance around Bobby, who coughed as he inhaled the vapor. Sue laughed and said, "You look like a sexy sophisticated woman you should smell like one too. Grab your purse, our dates will be here any minute."

"Dates! What the hell are you talking about?"

Sue stepped back and thought for a moment as she examined the facial expression on Bob. "Dear me, you didn't think we, you and me, were going on a date! Are you delusional? Good heavens that will never happen. Just think what that would do to my reputation being seen dating you."

Bob just gritted his teeth. Sue paused and thought about what she had just said. "Oh my, that sounded a bit harsh. Bobby you're a victim of your own success. This is a small town. I'm a known heterosexual woman. If I was seen in the intimate company of a sexy woman it could destroy my reputation. We can go out in groups of women, in fact I would like that. We just can't be seen alone together in any sort of romantic setting. Can you understand that?"

Bob stood mute with a deer in the headlights look on his face; his euphoric mood had given way to a state of anxiety.

As was her wont, Sue spoke sweetly but with steel in her voice, "I thought I'd made myself perfectly clear. We seem to have a failure to communicate. I invited you to accompany me on a business dinner with two clients. I really need your help! The board at work has formally counseled me on my lack of interpersonal skills. They say clients have complained I'm not sensitive to their needs. If I upset the Sanchez brothers, either directly or through a misunderstanding I'm through. I'm sorry you didn't understand my initial invitation; but please help me now. Think of it as a double date, we're going dancing. Bob, your mother told me you attended a private all male high school, and took ballroom dance lessons for gym. She said you were the smallest guy in the class so you were routinely required to assume the woman's position. So a little dinner dance should be no problem for Bobby. Your job is to occupy one brother so I can convince the other to invest his money with me."

"We have a job to do tonight. I expect you to uphold your end of the bargain. If this deal falls through with the Sanchez brothers I'm ruined. On the other hand, if this thing goes through, we'll be financially set for life. You won't have to work. I will support you, so you can be the full time homemaker. You said you enjoyed that. I will even make room in my closet for Bobbie's uniforms. I'll be your employer; but with benefits, if you get my meaning?"

"Please don't let me down again, my professional career is now entirely in your hands. I have you paired with the younger brother Roberto. All I ask is you show him a good time, so he'll not veto our deal. I'll ensure the older brother has the time of his life."

A devastated Bob asked, "Just what does - 'show him a good time' - mean?"

"All I'm asking is you act like a woman and treat him like a real date. Use all the feminine charm and whiles you have developed over the last year. Dance with him when he asks, flirt with him, listen to his stories, hold his hand and laugh at his jokes, that kind of thing. Bob are you man enough to do this for your wife?"

Sue's final comment cut him to the heart and the anger and frustration in his gut flared to the surface. Her conversation with Veronica came flooding back to him. Did Sue really think of him as her husband anymore or was he just something to be used to further her career? She was asking him to be a woman instead of a man. To be an escort for a stranger.

"How can you ask me that, Sue? What do you mean let you down again? Look at what I have done already. I've changed myself and embraced the feminine side of myself. Now you want pimp me out to some business associate! What else will you have me doing in the name of supporting you?"

Bob's outrage took Sue totally by surprise. He had folded to every other demand she had made in the past. Now...when she really needed his cooperation, he pushed back. It was possible that she had pushed him too far, but she really needed his help tonight. She hadn't been exaggerating when she said that her career depended upon the outcome of this evening.

"You're right Bob. Maybe I have asked too much of you. But I wouldn't be asking you to do this if it wasn't important to me. Really, it's important to us."

Her statement did not seem to ring true to him. "Really? For us? I'm not even part of your household anymore. How can helping you mean anything to me?"

"Bob, I'm serious that the results of this evening are important to my career. If things go well, my job will be secure enough that you wouldn't need to work it you didn't want to. Please, I haven't needed your help this badly since before Andrea died."

At the mention of their daughter, Rob was brought up short. She had been the one who supported him emotionally and financially after the accident. She was right; he had to do this for her. The thought came into his head from an old Dolly Parton song, 'If you want the rainbow, you have to put up with the rain.' If this is what it will take to win Sue back, so be it.

Bob gave a reluctant nod as he acknowledged Sue's plea. "Alright Sue. I'll help out. I can't say that I'm very comfortable with this, but I will try to do a good job for you."

As the doorbell rang Sue said, "Bob, I'm so proud of you! Let's go meet our dates."

Despite his stated willingness to co-operate, Bob's feet were welded to the floor. Sue stood behind him and through a series of small shoves eventually got Bobby moving."

@ @ @ @

Bob's heart was racing as he followed Sue to the front door. He stood behind her, trying to remain in her shadow. The two made quite a contrast. Bobby was bejeweled and decked out with dramatic hip clubbing makeup. He stood regally in his five inch stilettos, his hair hung loose, framing his face while pooling around his shoulders. His black soft silk dress flowed about his shapely legs. In contrast Susan's makeup was rather subdued; her hair was up in a fancy bun giving her a very cosmopolitan appearance, every hair perfectly position and lacquered in place. She forwent heels; rather she was comfortably shod in sandals adorned with rhinestones. She wore a white sexy tight fitting pants suit that was designed to flatter rather than accentuate her womanly attributes.

The doorbell rang again; Bob hid behind his wife, she was having none of that. She clasped his arm and pulled Bob forward. "Bobby, tonight you're the jewel in the crown. You make me look like a frumpy old maid. I want you front and center. Now smile and open the door."

Sue gave Bob a push. With a lack of enthusiasm he opened the door, overcome with a foreboding sense of doom. Bob swung it wide and discovered a middle aged Hispanic gentleman in tuxedo holding a bouquet of white roses.

"Good evening Seá±orita, I'm José. Is the Seá±ora ready?"

"Yes sir, please come in." Bob backed away from the door to allow the two men into the foyer.

Standing behind José was obviously Bob's date, a stocky bronze skinned man in his late 20's with black wavy hair, a Poncho Via mustache, wearing a sports coat and loafers. José stepped in and waved his brother forward. "This rascal is my brother."

José spotted Sue and stepped around Booby and handed the flowers to her. Much to Bob's surprise, Sue hugged José and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Thank you José, they're lovely."

Sue then directed, "Bobby, put these in water while I make my guests comfortable."

Bob sarcastically mumbled, "Yes ma'am, right away."

He grabbed the flowers in a huff, which earned him two small thorn pricks. He headed to the kitchen. In protest he left the flowers in the sink and returned to the parlor. The three were already seated; Sue was sharing the couch with José, while Roberto was reclining in Bob's old easy chair.

As Bobby entered, José immediately jumped to his feet, like a gentleman. . "Susan, just who's this charming young lady?"

Sue turned toward Bob and said, "This is Miss Bobby...ah Bobby Turner."

José wrinkled his forehead, "The same last name as you Susan, is she a relative? She doesn't look like you."

Bob smiled at José and responded, "Yes José, I'm her sister-in-law. She is married to Robert Turner, my identical twin brother. Most people say they can't tell us apart."

José stepped toward Bob. In an effort to avoid the embarrassment of a hug, Bob extended his hand intending to shake hands. José reached for the hand, brought it up, bowed slightly and kissed the back of his hand. Bob let out a very girlie giggled and said "Nice to meet you José."

José still clinging to his hand led him to his brother who had remained seated. "Seá±orita Bobby, this reprobate is my brother Roberto."

Roberto acknowledged the introduction and said, "Yeah, whatever, let's get going I'm hungry."

Bob curtseyed to Roberto and said, "How do you do seá±or?" The pitch of his voice almost made him sound like a bimbo. He had decided to go over the top in an effort to be girly for the guy Sue had lined up as his date. Sue looked at Bob with a bemused expression, as if she did not recognize him.

Sue stood and said, "Bobby, let's get our purses."

Alone in the bedroom Sue turned to Bob, "What's with the giggle? That's not very manly."

"What's your point?" joked back Bob. Sue handed him his purse after adding a perfume spray bottle.

Bob curtsied and said, "Why thank you Seá±ora." He looked into his purse and said jokingly, "Ma'am? Do you have any condoms? You never know, I might get lucky this evening." His smile triggered an answering smile from Sue as she got the joke.

The two women returned holding hands, both repressing giggles. Roberto was standing at the door impatiently. He pointed at Bob and said, "Come on toots, you're with me."

"But I want to ride with Susan," whined Bob.

"I'm driving a Ferrari, it only sits two. Now get a move on."

José gave Sue his arm and apologized with, "I'm sorry he insisted on driving himself. We'll meet at the club."

@ @ @ @

Roberto had left Bobby at the front door to watch for his brother. He stated he needed a drink. Bob sought refuge in a dark alcove of the club entryway. He waited for Sue and José, confused on what was taking so long.

Several minutes later, Sue and José came through the glass doors arm in arm like a couple of teenagers. Bob stepped out of the shadows and pulled Sue back to his hideaway. José excused himself and said he would get them a table. Sue was intuitive enough to see Bob was upset. "What's the matter Bobby?"

"Oh nothing."

The lie showed plainly on his face. "Damn it Bobby I asked what's bothering you. Now spit it out."

"It's that animal Roberto, he's all hands. I wrestled with him the entire ride here. He kept trying to reach up my skirt."

"Oh my, what did you do? Please tell me you didn't insult him! Or worse yet let him discover your secret did you?"

"No I think I handled it well. Each time his hand slid up my thigh I give it a girlie slap and told him to be a good boy."

"Thanks perfect Bobby. He's just a typical man testing the waters to see how far he can go."

"Susan, I never did anything like that with you."

"No, of course not Robert; but let's face the facts you were never a typical man."

Bob took a step further into the darkness to hide his anger. Sue realized she may have hurt his feelings and regretted her choice of words the moment they left her mouth. She attempted to soften the blow, "Bobby, I wasn't trying to offend you. Because you were shy, considerate and caring is the reason I fell in love with you. I never went for the Neanderthal he-man types. I preferred the more sensitive nurturing type — like you. Let's get going the boys will be wondering where we are."

Once again, Sue's conversation with Veronica came back to him. He knew that he couldn't let her know what he had heard though.

"Just a minute Sue. I was always afraid you were disappointed with my behavior as a man. Are you saying that you really do prefer me to be a less than manly man?"

Sue looked at Bob and said, "Bob, that would be a sexist thing to do. I never judged you as a man."

Bob still hesitated and seemed reluctant to move. Sue's voice suddenly was tinged with trepidation. "Bobby I know you're scared and self-conscious. I never should have asked this of you. Come on we'll call the whole thing off, I'll call you a cab. Go ahead and quit, just like everybody predicted you would. I'm sure I can salvage something from this night. I'll call Candy; I know she'll be happy to help out a friend in need."

"Sue, sometimes I feel like Sisyphus, whatever I do it's never enough. I've come this far, I'll see it through. I gave you my word that I'd be Roberto's fawning date. It may make me sick to my stomach; but I'll do it anyway. Why don’t' we get back to our dates, it's impolite to keep them waiting."

Sue took Bob's hand and led him towards the ballroom. Once in the bright lights, Bob glanced over at Sue and gasped. "Susan, what happened to your lipstick it's smeared all over your face?"

Sue reacted in surprise, "Thanks for pointing that out. Let's go to the powder room so I can repair the damage."

At the entry to the woman's room Bob let out a sigh and stopped cold. "I can't go in there it's against the law. I'll get arrested."

Sue took no notice of his protest, interlocked arms with Bob and dragged him inside the 'ladies lounge'. Bob stood still just inside the door of this forbidden realm and tried to regain his equilibrium, it was as unsettling as it was thrilling. Bob in a state of shock thought the bathroom looked more like a retreat than a public toilet. The walls were lavender, the air heavy with a fragrant flowery aroma. Comfortable chairs lined one wall; another wall was covered with vanity mirrors. Instead of urinals, there were brightly decorated tampon dispensers. Sue headed for a mirror opened her purse and immediately went to work on her face. Bob staggered to the stalls and leaned against one for support. "Suzy, you still haven't said how you got in that state."

"Oh this is nothing, José got a little frisky in the parking lot."

"I don't know the man very well but he seems like too much of a gentleman to initiate something like that."

Sue smacked her lips together and was satisfied with her appearance; caught Booby's face in the mirror and said, "Bobby, don't be naive, I never said he initiated it. He is such a darling man. I love him to pieces, sometimes it's fun to just let go."

Bob and Sue exchanged nervous glances. Bob summand up all his nerve, "Susan I have to ask, are you sleeping with José?"

The response was not what Bob expected, Sue bent over in hysterical unbridled laughter. "Heavens no, the one thing I've learned this last year is that José is not my type."

She let the words hang there. Bob thought he would die, "Go on Susan there is more, just what is your type? I want to hear it, give me the truth."

Sue was blatantly annoyed at having to justify her conduct, "Are you sure you can handle the truth? You may not like what I've got to say."

Bob nodded yes, not trusting his voice and fearing what was coming.

"Alright here goes. Over the past year I've been a very lonely women sleeping by myself in my big king-sized bed.

I confess I've auditioned several possible marital replacements for you. I've had some fun; but by no means found anyone that could take your place. You were never the world's best lover, however when we made love I always knew I was the most important thing in your world. Your efforts were always appreciated.

What you didn't give me in sexual gratification, I always found in my vibrator."

Bob thought he was going to faint as he fell back against the stall door knocking it open. He stood with his mouth ajar, her words stabbed at his very soul. His heart raced, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, acidic tears burned his eyes and threatened to run down his cheeks.

"I'm disappointed in you Susan, though I admit I'm not surprised. I saw the birth control pills in your purse before your trip."

Sue wrinkled her forehead trying to figure what he was talking about, "Oh, you silly goose, those weren't because of my search for a lover. The doctor prescribed them to help regulate my periods."

Seeing the disbelief on Bob's face, it was now Susan's turn to worry, her voice cracked with emotion, "Don't tell me you've been celibate this whole time. I've seen the way Erika and Alex look at you."

Bob wanted to scream at her; but there was already too much drama so he calmly replied, "I hate to spoil your rationalization for violating our marriage vows; but hell yes I've been celibate. Not only have I not had sex I've never even wanted too! I was waiting for our reunion."

Bob tried to compose himself, "Susan, sex is a team sport. Thanks to you, I've been an unsigned free agent. Hell I'm not even sure which league I belong in anymore."

"I'm so sorry Bob; the thought never occurred to me that after I threw you out you would remain faithful to me. I viewed our time apart as a formal separation."

Sue stood in wide-eyed amazement as she watched the life drain from his face. Bob gave a gigantic sigh as if he was expelling a daemon, looked Sue in the face and smiled at her. His body language changed, he stood up straight and seemingly on autopilot stepped up to the mirror, wiped away the tears and touched up his lipstick, and applied more perfume to his wrists neck and cleavage, like nothing had happened.

"Bob, are you alright?"

When Bob spoke again, the sound of tears were in his voice, "Susan Florence Turner, I love you with all my heart. I've come to the conclusion; life is like a river in flood stage. We don't always end up where we thought we'd be when we were at the headwaters, sometimes we get sucked along, all we can do is enjoy the ride and see where we end up. I've ended up here in this lady's bathroom with you, finding out you have been unfaithful. I have a date with a man who's waiting for me out there somewhere. I'm petrified I'm going to screw up and everyone is going to find out I'm a cuckold female impersonator. What could possibly be wrong?"

Susan scowled her displeasure, "Bob I think you're being a bit melodramatic, however I realize I'd no right to put you in this situation. Once more I'm going to give you a free pass to just pack up your cosmetics and leave."

Bob looked down at his shoes, his tummy doing somersaults. He tried to find just the right words. "A free pass? I'm here as a favor to you Sue, because you begged me for help. Susan, right now I feel I can't trust you, I'm not sure I even know who you are anymore. Nevertheless, I gave you my word. I'll die before I let you down again. Now let's go give our dates a night they'll never forget. If you don't get that contract it won't be because of Roberto. I give you my word; I'll do whatever it takes to keep him happy."

Sue's heart nearly burst with joy at hearing her husband's words. She grabbed him to give him a kiss. He wouldn't let her, saying it would only mess up their lipstick. Sue knew at that point she had nothing to worry about for the rest of the evening. Bob ensured his seams were straight and sashayed his way out of the bathroom determined to tackle his daemons head-on. He now knew how Custer must have felt riding towards the Little Bighorn.

@ @ @ @

At their table the two couples had a lovely dinner of prime rib. Bobby was the most demure attentive woman he could be. He literally hung onto Roberto's arm and babbled insistently at him in an effort to make conversation. Roberto mostly replied with monosyllabic grunts. Sue sat on his left playing footsy with her date and was raptly attentive to José's every word; she also kept a wary eye on her husband.

Roberto's only real interest appeared to be in drinking. He ordered highballs for the table. In an attempt to keep her husband sober and clear headed Sue informed everyone, that Bobby didn't drink.

That didn't discourage Roberto; he ordered his date a rum and coke anyway. Bob thought he would just nurse it through the night. When the music started Sue and José disappeared onto the dance floor. Eventually Bob had to ask Roberto to dance. It turned out they made a very good dance team. Bobby really had the booby bounce thing going, which kept Roberto's attention all night. When they took a break, Bob found another fresh drink beside his old one. Everyone at the table began to tease him about not keeping up. Finally Bob picked up his purse and excused himself. He sought out their waitress, took his cab money and tipped her, saying, "Anytime I'm ordered a rum and coke, bring me just a coke, no make that a diet coke. You can charge us for the rum. You keep the difference in price. Deal?

It wasn't long before Bob had four empty glasses lined up in front of him and was getting all over the others about not keeping up with him. The boys got up to pee, Sue said, "Bob in all the time we've been together I never saw you drink anything other than beer. In fact you told me that you didn't drink hard liquor, what's going on?"

"Sue I told you I didn't drink, not that I couldn't."

He handed Sue a full glass that she had tried to hide among the empties. He smiled tapped her glass and said, "Cheers, bottoms up."

Sue took a big drink then over the rim of her glass turned and whispered, "Bobby I have to ask, is all this really that hard on you. You really do seem to be enjoying yourself."

Bob took a drink of his diet coke to stall for time before he answered.

"Sue my feet are killing me in these heels. My date is a total bore and has wandering hands, but he is a great dancer. I'd forgotten how much fun dancing was. I'd rather be out on the dance floor with my wife."

Sue put her hand atop Bob's and said, "That is nice. We have been over this already; you know that's not going to happen with you looking like a playboy centerfold."

Sue reached up a touched Bobby's cheek, "I think Roberto is cute, doesn't that make up for some of his shortcomings?"

"Sue don't go getting any silly romantic notions in your head. He could look like Sean Connery it wouldn't change the fact the man's an ass. I'm doing this only because you need me too."

"I'm sorry I brought it up. I was just hoping that since you are out here anyway you might enjoy it a little. I like being out on the town with my bestest girlfriend."

"Damn it, Sue I may have Dolly Parton tits but I'm still a man under all this fluff. A man that still loves you very much."

Sue leaned over and gave Bobby a big kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, that's really sweet. Here come the men, let's go back to being their dates. We can continue this discussion later in private."

Thirty minutes later, a tipsy Sue told Bob she was going to take José home and put him to bed before he got too drunk to drive. "Will you be alright if I leave you alone with Casanova?"

"Oh, he's a pussy cat, I can handle him. I'll be fine."

"Alright, just remember I need a favorable recommendation from him. Do whatever it takes to keep him happy."

Bob's voice quivered as he said, "My word is my bond. I'll do my best, like I promised you."

"I know Bobby I can see that. You're doing fantastic, just keep it up. I owe you big time."

Sue's lips lightly brushed his cheek with a goodbye kiss. She said with a chuckle, "Have fun, don't do anything I wouldn't. Bobby, I won't forget what you're doing for me."

@ @ @ @

An hour and several drinks later, Bob and Roberto reached their table out of breath. They had put on an exhibition of the tango that had received a standing ovation from the crowd. Roberto was hot and thirsty. He plumped in his chair and was shocked to see a cup of coffee where his drink should've been. "What's this?" he asked?"

Bob stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders, "Its strong black coffee. I ordered it; I want you sober enough to drive me home."

Roberto whined, "I'm not ready to leave yet!"

"Haven't you had fun tonight?"

"Si, La pasé super bien, we have had a muy good time."

"Then please Roberto, it's late and I want to go to bed."

"You want to go to bed, why didn't you say so, get your purse we're leaving right now."

Ten minutes later, Bob complained they seemed to be headed in the wrong direction. Roberto explained he had to make a stop at his hotel room first. Then he would take Bobby home.

They arrived at his hotel. Bob resisted accompanying Roberto to his room, saying he would wait for Roberto in the lobby. Roberto used his superior strength to shove Bobby into the elevator. Despite Bob's protests he took advantage of the ride up to trap Bobby in a corner and smothered him with sloppy kisses. He kicked open his room's door, shoved Bob into a chair and turned on all the lights, threw his coat on the bed and walked to the center of the room. He said, " Bitch, you know what I what."

"Of course I'm not a blithering idiot. But I'm also not a whore, who performs on demand!"

Roberto reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the largest switchblade Bob had ever seen.

"We'll see about that! Strip or I'll cut your clothes off!"

Bob reluctantly slipped off his dress; since he was braless he stopped there. That seemed to satisfy the voyeuristic nature of his companion. Roberto leered at him with undisguised lust.

Suddenly Roberto noticed the telltale white tab protruding from Bob's panties which prompted, "Well I guess that limits our activities for the evening. I'm not a backdoor guy so this is going to be oral all the way. Get on your knees and crawl over to me. Then you'll beg me to fuck your mouth."

Bob pleaded, "I can't do this. I'm not that kind of woman. In fact I'm a lesbian."

Flashing the switchblade open his response was, "I've done my due diligence we both know you're a wanton whore, I'm not going to ask again."

Bob did as instructed and on his knees made his way to where Roberto was standing. After several minutes of insincere pleading Bob finally was given permission to begin. Bob reached up to undo Rob's tight fitting pants; the long nails made this task almost impossible.

Roberto finally became impatient and undid his belt. The pants dropped, Bob pulled down his boxers and Bob's eye riveted on his rigged tool a mere inch from his face. Bob had never been up close and personal with a penis before. All his prior experience was always at arm's length. Bob was nervous, he felt as if his heart was about to come out of his chest.

As Bob knelt submissively at his feet, he began to hyperventilate causing his breasts to juggle invitingly. Roberto orchestrated the action from that point on.

"Listen up you whore, you're going to do this and you're going to be enthusiastic about it. I want to hear a lot of slurping and sucking sounds. When you finish you're not to swallow right away. You'll keep it all in your mouth and show it to me. Only then will I allow you the gift of my seed."

Bob tried one more thing, aware of the possible health consequences. He pleaded in his best little girl voice, "Please at least put a rubber on."

"Are you implying I have a disease? Why you bitch!"

In a lightning fast manner he slapped Bob so hard he saw stars.

"Now wrap your hands around my thing, I want to see those lovely long red nails encircling my manhood."

After a moment's hesitation he did as Roberto asked. "That's a good girl. I want to see a smile on your face at all times. Am I clear?"

Bob did exactly as he was commanded; each repulsive action cost him a little more of his self-respect. Bob found the first time he had the shaft in his mouth it wasn't all that bad, there was even a small part of him that enjoyed it. The delicate, soft skin was tactically pleasing to his mouth. Bob did as he was told and made love to Roberto's manhood, for the first time since this entire cross gender stuff started Bob started to wonder about his sexuality. Bob wondered if he should just stop and take the consequences.

Every time Bob thought about stopping the image of that switchblade flashed before his mind's eye. He fought back his disgust, as he figured his degradation was just fair payback for what he had done. He was sure Sue hadn't envisioned this scenario; but was also convinced she would not object to his humiliation either. He was determined to take his punishment like a man and be the best god damned cock-sucker he could be.

He was reminded that this wasn't voluntary when Roberto started to thrust his hips to increase penetration down Bob's throat. The only way he could get through it was to remind himself, this was all for Suzy, the love of his life. He kept repeating the mantra, 'Do whatever it takes to keep him happy.'

To keep his sanity Bob eventually had to let his feminized persona take over his psyche. He stopped thinking about each action. Bob was no longer a sanctioned being; he'd been replaced by a floozy called Bobby, someone who instinctively knew what Roberto wanted. The nuances of giving head come naturally; Bobby threw herself into that character. As Booby, bobbed up and down, his unfettered porn sized knockers, had a mine of their own, their antics and heightened sensitivity helped distract Bob from his revolting chore. They swayed, wobbled and bounced off each other like a cheap executive toy.

During the indignity and deprivation of this experience Bob found the answer to his sexuality question. He was not in the least bit bisexual. He felt no sexual arousal at all, his itty bitty boy clitty trapped in its silken prison never responded to the sexual activity.

As the defining moment approached Bob wondered how he would handle the moment of climax, could he actually withstand this final humiliation. As it turned out it wasn't as bad as he expected, the volume was easily held. He willingly took the man's seed into his mouth. It wasn't his drink of choice; the texture and flavor were unpleasant but not repulsive as he'd anticipated. Hell, Sue's home cooked dinners tasted worse. Once the dirty deed was done, Roberto eventually gave him permission to swallow, an act more easily said than done.

Roberto just stood there staring down on his victim with a self-satisfied smile. Bob became nauseous but managed to keep it down. Then the final indignity, he was ordered to lick his lips and smile.

He remained kneeling, panting as his long blond hair obscured the edges of his vision. The feeling of loathing overwhelmed his soul. He wondered if he was that pathetic when he was a man.

"Will you please take me home now?"

"Get dressed, I'll think about it."

Bob staggered to his feet. He wobbled unsteadily about on his heels, which caused his breasts to sway wildly with each step. He walked to where he'd dropped his dress and thought, 'At least he let me take it off. There will be no Monica Lewinsky stained dress to evidence of my depravation. No one will ever know of this moment. I'll go to my grave with this locked away, never spoken of again.' Bob pulled on his dress and regained some semblance of modesty.

"You disgust me as a person; don't you Americans have any pride? What would your mother say if she saw you?"

Bob glanced in a mirror and saw his disheveled appearance and thought, 'My dead mother told me she always wanted a daughter but I don't think this is what she had in mind.'

Roberto, picked up Bob's purse opened it, dropped in a twenty dollar bill and his business card and threw it to Bobby.

"I will give you this, that's the best blow job I've ever had from a whore. Here's carfare and my business card. If you ever decide to give up your amateur status give me a call. With that body and your oral talent you could make a very comfortable living as a professional escort."

He accepted the 'compliment' with as much feminine grace he could muster. A less than confident Bob swished to the door repeating in his head the mantra, 'Do whatever it takes to keep him happy'. He swallowed his pride one more time and said, "Thanks honey, it's been a great evening, the next time you're in town give me a call." He blew Roberto a kiss and made his escape.

Bob staggered his way to the lobby his pallor a ghostly white. He stepped outside into a moonless night, found a bush and lost his dinner in great gasping heaves. He stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and wrapped the cloak of darkness tightly about his pathetic self. With his cell phone he called for a ride.

Forty-seven minutes later, courtesy of a taxi, Bob stood in his living room. He stripped naked and threw everything into a pile to be washed or burned later. Because he had no experience in this particular arena, Bob could not possibly realize that he was in shock from the rape he had been subjected to. As a result, he was severely depressed over what had transpired that evening.

His head seemed to spin, reliving those moments in Roberto's apartment. He stumbled to the bathroom where he used an entire bottle of mouthwash, in an attempt to erase the phantom foulness of Roberto's violation. Then he stood in the shower, trying to wash himself clean until it ran out of hot water. Bob collapsed on his small bed physically and emotionally exhausted.

As Bob lay on his back atop his sheets and stared into the darkness; his hands came to rest on his chest and he absentmindedly played with his sensitive nipples. His body was exhausted but his brain was wide awake, his head awhirl with thoughts as he tried to come to terms with his actions.

He had just performed the most emasculating of actions. Bob was just happy no one would ever find out what he had done. Sue probably wouldn't care, however he would just die of shame if Erika or Alex found out, they had come to mean so much to him.

He found himself engaged in a one man debate in his head. 'What have I done? I'm now officially a cocksucker. Does that automatically make me gay? Does the fact I wasn't sexually aroused by it, mean I'm not gay? I didn't do it because I wanted to. Then why do I feel so dirty? Could it be, I wasn't revolted by that act and even enjoyed the power and control I had over Roberto? For better or worse, my life will never be the same. My Lord there is so many questions and no clear answers.'

Bob really concentrated as the rational side of Bob's brain kicked in. He rationalized, 'It's not like I had an alternative, so why do I feel like a piece of used meat?'

Just then his stomach rumbled, which only reminded Bob what Roberto had forced him to ingest. He fought against the urge to vomit again. He lost, but he made it into the bathroom in time to avoid making a mess.

He cleaned himself up and realized how angry he felt as the word 'used' sparked an epiphany in his addled brain. He sat bolt upright in his bed and spoke to the dark shadows in the room. "Yes, of course. I've been played. How could I have not seen it? Sue was the master puppeteer. She had me dancing to her tune this whole time. She knows just what string to pull to get me to do her bidding. Did she know that Roberto would do this? God I hope not.

Bob lay back down and thought over to all the options he had been presented with over the past year. He went through them one by one. From agreeing to the first contest, because Sue asked him to. To taking the contest as a lark, to the latest agreement to be some slime ball's date. He had even participated in subsequent sexual tryst all because Sue asked him to do whatever it took to make his date happy.

He had agreed to it all. The fogbank lifted as the past became clear. He had come to a hundred crossroads with forks in the road. One path appeared to lead toward his ultimate goal of winning Sue's acceptance. The other always seemed to lead away from that goal. In the oblivion of the darkness he clearly saw that in reality both choices led only to doom.

Why had he at every critical junction taken the one that did the most to strip him of his dignity and to be truthful his manhood? He rationalized, 'What I did was for a good cause, to get back together with the woman I love.'

He thought back to the old adage, 'Love is not only blind, it also makes you stupid'. For the first time in months he questioned Sue's motivations, because of her involvement with that god awful club was she intentionally trying to strip away his masculinity? Or was she just so blinded by her own self-interests she wasn't cognizant of the possible repercussions of what she had asked her own husband to do?

This led Bob to wonder how this past year had changed his self-image. He had been subjected to one degradation after another. Bob realized he had acted a total fool. In hind sight, each decision was made by him freely, all in the name of love.

Now Bob began to question that basic premise. Did he really love Sue that much? Or was it an idolized version of his wife he had created from the memories of their good times together? Or was it something darker hidden in the basement of his soul. Did he feel responsible for destroying Sue's idyllic life? Was this past year merely his way of paying his dues for taking a life of a small innocent child and wrecking his marriage?

Bob wrestled with this issue, until he finally reached a decision, which let him fall asleep at long last. Whatever his motivation, he couldn't change the past. The question was where he would go from here. If he backed out now, he knew for a fact he would lose Sue. Plus he had no money and no job. On the other hand, if he went forward and became the most feminine contestant at the pageant he had a chance at reconciliation with Sue. And perhaps, even more importantly at this point, he would have a huge payday, money that he could use to get back on his feet and start a new life, quite possibly without Sue and her inconsistent behavior.

Getting it from that hateful woman Candy only made the reward seem that much sweeter. Just watching her admit defeat and paying off on her bet would justify finishing what he had started. Bob smiled for the first time in a long time.

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The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 11 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose

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Bright and early the morning after the date, Sue banged on Bob's door and yelled, "Bobby! Open up and let me in!"

Bob rubbed the sleep from his eyes and thought, 'Oh hell I'm in for it now.' He wrapped a sheet around himself, toga style and staggered to the door. He opened it slowly squinting into the bright sunlight. Sue pushed her way in and saw Bob standing there looking like hell, large bags under eyes that were red and puffy, hair uncombed. "Susan. It's Sunday morning. What are you doing here?"

Bob braced himself for the explosion, what came took him by surprise, "It's Sunday, have you forgotten about our brunch date? Your truck is at my house so I decided to pick you up. We can get your vehicle after our celebration. Get dressed and, for God's sake, do something with your hair."

Bob stumbled to his makeshift closet and found a yellow housedress that was at least clean, if not wrinkle free. Bob went to the boxes that held his underwear and rifled through then until he found a pair of white cotton, Hanes for her briefs. He dropped the sheet exposing his nakedness; he turned his back on Susan embarrassed by the diminutive size of his package and stepped into the briefs. As he tried to pull them a problem developed, he hadn't removed his butt pads and the briefs wouldn't go over his ass and hips. Sue solved the problem by finding a tiny rose-colored thong and helped her husband put it on. Bob was not thrilled by the selection; nevertheless once Bob had properly tucked, it kept his modest man parts out of the limelight. He stepped into the dress, Sue buttoned it for him. She sat Bobby down and spent several minutes combing the rats out of his hair. Finally satisfied, Sue tied his hair in a ponytail, sat beside him on his vanity stool and applied the minimum makeup of foundation, blush, mascara, and lipstick. As Bob slipped his feet into a pair of modest two inch heels Sue declared him ready to go.

At her car, Sue held the passenger door open and waited for Bob to enter, she slid into the driver's seat and turned to face Bobby, "Damn you to hell Bobby Turner!"

'Here it comes', thought Bob.

"Aren't you going to even ask me about the contract?"

In a plaintive voice he said, "I'm sorry for my lack of manners Miz Turner."

"Knock off the phony submissive platitudes Robert. When I left José last night he was leaning towards signing with a company in Pensacola. This morning at 6 AM he showed up with the contracts signed and notarized. He told me his brother insisted they do business with us. Girlfriend, I don't know how you did it, but you won over Roberto and got me the deal of a lifetime. Just what did you do?"

"Oh, it was nothing; I simply followed your instructions and did whatever it took to keep him happy. I just went a little bit farther than flirting."

Sue looked at him expectantly, obviously anticipating an explanation. When she was that Bob had no intention of continuing, she said, "Let's go to the club, I called and Kim will open early, I've had my eye on this micro bikini that's going to look fabulous on you."

Standing in the changing room Sue said, "I hate to do it, your ass is so hot but we really need to get your butt pads off. We're going to spend the day drinking and frolicking in the pool."

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That night, after a day of drinking in the hot sun, a very tanned and tipsy Bob worked on a spreadsheet that planned out his days leading up to the pageant. He was this close; he was not going to leave any stone unturned to win the contest. If he kept to a rigid schedule and was willing to sacrifice a little sleep, he could get in three exercise periods a day. Finding time to eat was not a problem. He had no money for food. His gift shop salary all went to truck insurance, gas, rent and utilities. He could, beg, and steal food while he was at Sue's house. Malinda was nice and saved leftovers for him.

As he surfed the net he ran across a blog that discussed a new procedure for butt enhancement called Hydrogel, where you are injected with a water-soluble polymer that almost instantly reshapes your buttocks. 'Thanks be to God; the answer to my prayers' thought Bob

The first thing Monday morning Bob was back at Doctors Al's office. Bobby excitedly listened as the doctor went over his options to get a booty boost. He had explained for the third time why he had to enhance the volume and shape of his buttocks.

"Bobby, there is a number of options for what you want. Surgical implants are the most obvious which are expensive and then there is the recovery time.

There are a large selection of creams and herbal supplements that claim to be effective. Bobby, you have a beautiful body, I would think after last time you fucked with Mother Nature you'd have learned your lesson concerning unregulated supplements."

"Doctor, I read on Craigslist about these injectable solutions which claim to produce phenomenal results almost instantaneously."

"Bobby, these 'treatments' are typically offered by non-physicians, and are dangerous. There is a reason there are no injectables of any kind, other than a patient's own fat. That's currently approved for buttock enhancement in the United States. It is because, to date, none of them are safe, no matter what they are called. Being a plastic surgeon, I see patients all the time asking similar questions to yours."

"Doctor you said you can use a person's fat, could you take the nauseating fat from my love handles and move it to my behind?"

"Yes, what you're asking is rather a routine procedure, it's called fat transfer. We harvest fat cells from your tummy or in your case sides and insert it to your buttocks. It's not something that's easily reversible. You should give this a good deal of thought."

Bobby literally got on his knees and begged for the doctor's help; he explained it was a life or death matter as far as he was concerned. The doctor took pity on Bobby he was such a delightful person, and moreover the doctor really had a thing for hot blonde girls like Bobby.

"Well...I could squeeze you in, if it's that important to you. It'll have to be after normal working hours, we could do it next Sunday afternoon. Does Sue know what you're planning?"

"No doctor I want this to be a surprise, please don't tell her."

"Alright, I'll do it, how are you going to pay for it?"

"That's another issue, can we work something out?"

"I've a nurse going on maternity leave, I could use help in the evenings with data entry of patient records. It requires some computer savvy. Do you think you're up to it?"

When Bob started kissing Alicia's hand, she put a stop to it and escorted him out into the waiting room.

The Sunday after his brunch with Sue, Bob went to the clinic. Several hours later, he took a cab home from the clinic, sore and bandaged but happy as a pig in slop. He spent the night sleeping on his stomach, thankful he would not have to rely on padding anymore, and, more to the point, getting that superglue off was a pain in the ass. Now he was all natural. The only problem was that none of his corsets fit anymore. The liposuction combined with his diet and exercise had rendered them useless. Bob dreamily thought, 'Now's that a problem most women would kill for.'

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The weeks seemed to fly by. Bob was getting very little sleep, but his preparations were going swimmingly. In fact since his latest procedure he has doubled his bikini sales and had picked up several dozen dinner invitations — not counting the occasional obscene proposition. He spoke only in his female voice, he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to switch back to his normal baritone voice. That's something he would worry about later.

The last few days approaching the contest were an agony; time was of the essence as he had so many last minute details to take care of. Bob was determined not to be the stereotypical airhead beauty contestant, so he swapped out his beauty magazines for news publications and spent every free minute keeping abreast of current events.

He and Malinda finished his last fitting and she declared his pageant ensemble ready to go. She did recommend that he shave all over, his outfits, especially his swim suit were rather revealing.

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With one day to go, Bob was getting antsy. He considered shaving, but thought back to the last time he shaved his legs which resulted in a significant loss of blood. Then he remembered the beauty college's free waxing clinics on Saturday — dare he go there again? Bob went on line and found normal beauty parlor prices for full body waxing extremely expensive. Having no money he decided he had no choice. As long as Pierre wasn't involved he would be fine, so back to the beauty college he went.

He drove his truck, talked to Judy the manager and boldly went where no man had gone before -- into the waxing room. Bob sat nervously waiting, in bounced a girl who look to still be in middle school, she introduced herself as Buffy. "Miss what is you want done today?" she asked.

"I want the works, I want it all gone." Bob foolishly responded.

She examined his sheet and excused herself. Ten minutes later she returned followed closely by Pierre. "What's he doing here!" demanded Bob.

"I'm sorry sir, but since the records show you're a male, if I'm going to treat you down there we need a chaperone. Pierre is the only man available. I assure you he is only here to supervise."

"I want him out of the room unless you are actually working on my privates. He doesn't touch me understood!" said Bob vehemently.

Pierre stepped behind the curtain but stayed to listen. Buffy explained the procedure and had Bob sign the standard waver forms. When she discussed how painful the procedure was, Bob stood to leave; Buffy stopped him, "Sir we hear that a lot. I can offer you two options; one is a glass of wine, the other is a valium to calm your nerves and help ease the discomfort."

"I'll have both!"

Buffy argued, "Sir, that's not allowed, let me check with my manager."

Pierre waited behind the curtain and smiled, this guy always seemed to give him an opening. He said, "He's the customer give him what he wants. I'll take responsibility. We're old friends, I know him well."

Bob took his drugs and alcohol, and he immediately relaxed. The lack of rest caught up to him. He was soon sound asleep; he felt nothing for the next hour. Buffy did a magnificent job, there wasn't on hair anywhere below his eyebrows. She got ready for the brow waxing and asked Pierre, "How much do I take off? He's out of it or I would ask the customer."

Pierre mentally rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "What were his instructions?"

"I want it all gone. But that can't be right."

Imperiously, Pierre said, "Young lady, the customer is always right, just do it!"

Bob awoke a short time later and felt groggy. The first thing he saw was Pierre standing with a smug look on his face. "Bobby like I promised, I never came near you. My assistant did it all. I can assure you there isn't a hair anywhere to be found."

Bob looked down at his body and was amazed he was baby bottom smooth. He stood and gathered his clothes when he glanced in a mirror. "Holy shit, what happened to my eyebrows?"

"You told the girl you wanted everything gone, she was just following your directions."

"I have the pageant tonight. I can't go on looking like this. Isn't there anything you can do?"

"Well there's one thing but you'd have to ask nicely."

"Please, pretty please Pierre, do whatever it takes to fix this."

"Alright sit in that chair I'll be right back with my equipment."

He came right back carrying a try with what looked like magic markers.

"These are the latest thing in makeup. Paint on the cosmetics; it's actually a dye. The point on the end of pen vibrates and forces the dye deep into the skin. Now let's see you certainly don't want bushy brows. How about really thin ones, with a super high arch. That will give you a really glam look. Do you want brown or black? I'd recommend black they really stand out better particularly if you're going to be under a spotlight."

"Just do it. Get it over with already."

"Patience young lady, a true artist can't be rushed."

Finally given the chance to look Bob about fainted. He now was the proud owner of dramatic pencil thin brows with unnaturally high arches that gave him a perpetual surprised expression.

Bob got dressed in a huff and headed for the door, "I suggest you put some ice on the brows it'll keep the swelling down. Aren't you going to thank me?" asked Pierre in a snooty tone.

"Go to hell" said Bob as he headed for the truck. Then he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He spun around on his hells, stormed back into the room and walked up to a surprised Pierre and said "How very rude of me, Thank you for your service. Here is something to remember me by."

He opened his purse as if to find his wallet then Bob kicked Pierre in the balls as hard as he could. As Pierre flopped on the floor writhing in pain, Bob bent over and said, "Here's your tip. Always wear a cup to work. Because every time I see you in the future I'm going to dropkick your balls into tomorrow. Have a good day; I suggest you put ice on those. It'll keep the swelling down."

Bob rushed home to get ready for the show. His first task was to ensure his man parts stayed out of sight. He sprayed his flaccid pecker with medical adhesive; waiting for the glue to get tacky he stuffed his jewels away. One hand prevented their escape, while the other pushed his member into his ass crack and held it until the glue had set. Bob strolled to the bathroom to ensure everything would remain firmly hidden from view when he walked. He watched his refection in the mirror as he slowly turned to ensure that no tell-tale bulges showed.

Bob was pleased with his body, his waist was down to 24 inches, and his butt was gorgeous firm and round. His boobs well, they were supersized but in his opinion quite magnificent. Satisfied everything would stay in place, he put on a pair of lacy panties and matching Bali bra. He covered those in a nondescript grey sweat suit, and sneakers, with his hair in a simple ponytail. He grabbed his imitation Coach handbag and loaded everything into his truck. During his drive to the club, he was nervous but not apprehensive like last year. He parked next to the stage door, in a section reserved for participants.

He lugged everything to his assigned dressing area in one trip. He was astounded to find Fran and two other ladies already nestled into the small cubbyhole that had been assigned to him. Fran stood and hugged Bob, "Bobby, I'm here to help you get ready. These are two of my friends, Rose and Monica, they happen to be the finest cosmeticians in the area. The rulebook says you must apply your own makeup and do your own hair. But there is nothing in the regulations that says you can't have expert coaches supervising. Just follow our advice and we'll walk you through this. You'll be the girl of your dreams when we're finished."

Ninety-five minutes later, they helped Bob wrestle into his interview dress. It was a pencil skirt dress with three-quarter length sleeves that showed off his amazing curves there was no give at all; the dress was sown to his exact measurements, it gave him a fantastic silhouette and ensured Bob would only take mincing girlie steps. It was made of a satin fabric in a dusky rose color and fit him like a glove that accentuated what Bob had come to think of as his best feature: his derriere.

Bob hugged his friends in thanks. His hair was up in a sophisticated birds nest bun hairstyle which drew attention to his long swanlike neck and his earrings, the same ones he had worn on his date with Roberto. Sue had re-gifted them and insisted he keep them as a thank you for his help. Sue had never talked about that night again and he was just as happy to forget it himself.

With wishes of good luck from his friends and a promise to be there during his costume changes, he took his place in the line of contestants as they waited for the parade on stage. A number of the 'girls' were obviously suffering from stage fright. Bob made the effort to talk to each of them, finding something with each girl to compliment.

He took the opportunity to closely scrutinize his competition. Phil was nowhere to be seen, Bob wondered if he'd changed so much he was unrecognizable. No matter, Bob was confident his presentation was more feminine than the others. He was positioned behind his only real competition, a young statuesque beauty well over six feet tall, with a figure to die for, who called herself Lile O'Shaughnessy, her first name she pronounced Lee-lah and said it, meant Lily. She spoke with a lilting Irish brogue and had long silky vibrant chestnut hair, which hung down past her shoulder blades. Unlike the other contestants she'd forgone a dress for her introduction. She wore a pair of tight jeans that appeared to have been painted on; they were short enough to show nicely turned ankles above a pair of simple shiny kid shoes with a one inch stacked heel and a gold accent at the vamp. Her top was covered by a sweater that strained to contain her prodigious womanly charms. Her makeup was heavy but professionally applied.

The procession was led to the stage. Bob navigated the stairs with a little difficulty, momentarily regretting the tight pencil skirt. He assumed his place on the stage, this time in the front row. When it was his turn, Bobby strolled to the microphone in five inch stilettos with regal grace brought on by total confidence and countless hours of practice. He introduced himself as Miss Bobby and was proud to represent Ms. Susan Turner. He had no trouble with the interview as he used his sweet feminine voice and flirted outrageously with the judges as he fluttered his long lashes and smiled winsomely for them. He answered every question truthfully.

One Q and A exchange got the crowd buzzing. He was asked what he thought about men and women in the workplace. He responded, "Men are a vital necessity, I think every woman should own one or two, who else will do the manual labor?"

The rest of the interview process was a blur for Bobby as he switched to auto pilot brought on by the thousands of mental repetitions he'd envisioned over the year.

Bob was on his way back to the dressing room when he spotted a familiar face. But it was out of place with the costume. It was his old friend Pierre, in heavy drag queen makeup, carrying a serving tray of full punch glasses circulating among the audience. He was wearing a long flowing pink wig. His waist was pulled into an impossibly small dimension. He wore fetish six inch stilettos. And to top it all off he had on an outrageous pink playboy bunny costume complete with ears and tail.

Bob tried to stop Pierre to find out what was going on; but when he called his name the sexed up rabbit put one hand over his crotch and pretended not to hear and walked away. Bob did manage to attract his sister's attention. Judy came over and congratulated Bobby on his performance so far.

"I see you've seen my brother. As a small business owner, I was invited to join FFL. I though after what Pierre did to you today it is only fair he provide a form of entertainment between events. The ladies are having a ball making him run all over the auditorium."

Bob smiled at the delicious irony of the situation. "His waist looks so small how in the world did you do that?"

Judy returned his smile. She had learned about the indignities Pierre had subjected Bob to over the past year. That kind of behavior was not what she wanted her salon to be known for and it gave her some satisfaction to visit some of that treatment upon her brother.

"It took two strong men to get him in the waist cincher and another to hold him down while they tightened it down to 24 inches. I hope he likes it. It's not coming off for the foreseeable future."

Bob smiled even wider. Revenge tasted so sweet, especially when someone else served it up for you. "I love it, could you have him come to my dressing room with say a half dozen glasses of punch."

"Sure thing Bobby, I'll have him hop right over. Good luck. I'll bring Pierre by after the contest to say hello. He's doesn't know it yet but he's going to be joining the serving staff here at FFL on a permanent basis.

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The evening gown competition was a roaring success. Bob strode down the runway like a professional model in his backless chiffon gown in divine lavender. Its design forced Bob to go braless for this portion on the contest. However it allowed Bob to work his titty bounce to its maximum. The dress flowed with his every movement. It really accentuated his natural resources. A pair of outrageous sin inch heels decorated in rhinestones completed his outfit. His hair flowed gently over his bare shoulders and ended in a gentle upsweep.

As he walked, his senses were bombarded by very unmanly sensations. The soft tactile caress of his dress, the seductive kiss of his hair as it brushed against his neck and shoulders, the taste of his lipstick, the rhythmic bounce of his breasts; all threatened to overwhelm his senses. As he reached the end of the stage walkway, he did a flawless pirouette on the icicle thin stilettos that Alex had lent him. As he sashayed past the judges he had a coquettish smile on his face and he put a little extra wiggle in his waggle, much to the crowd's delight.

@ @ @ @

Swimsuit competition was next. The girls worked their magic on Bob, his hair and makeup was flawless. When he walked on stage wearing a pair of wedge-heeled sandals that made his butt extend provocatively. His hair was teased up and finished with several pretty white satin ribbons. His swimsuit caused an instant hush to fall over the audience. It was an infinitesimally small string bikini in neon pink. The string halter-top featured an underwire push up bikini top with silver metallic trim that displayed loads of creamy white flesh that contrasted magnificently to his golden tan. The top just barely covered his large dark areolas and his thick nipples tented out from the material. The bralette was connected to his thong bottoms by way of a series of florescent rubber bands that caused the skimpy briefs to ride up his butt crack. Bob worked his boobs like wily little seductresses. They poked proactively out of his bikini top, and flaunted their fabulousness. They turned every red-blooded heterosexual male in the place into a panting pile of mush.

As Bob made his made his way to the end of the runway, he made a vigorous swinging turn. It was at that moment he had an equipment malfunction, his right boob pooped out. There was an instantaneous uproar from the audience. Everyone was on their feet applauding. Bob squished everything back in place and never missed a beat. It was almost as if it had been rehearsed. He passed the judges, smiled mischievously and gave them a big theatrical wink.

Sue stared up at her husband in awe, thinking back to the clown that was up there last year. The woman next to Sue leaned over and said, "It would take a gynecologist to tell he wasn't really one of us."

@ @ @ @

Talent competition. Bob was initially going to dress down for this in a drab housewife outfit, but since this was the final competition he decided he needed to give the judges something more memorable. He pranced on the stage in a silver-gray ankle-length silk skirt and a matching full sleeved blouse. His hair was in ringlets that fell to the sides and framed his face in femininity. He stopped midstage and the audience waited to see what he would do as an encore after his previous presentations. There was a mild murmur as an assistant wheeled out a cart with a large devil's-food cake in white frosting on it. Without saying a word Bob reached beneath the cart and took out several pastry bags. As everyone watched, Bob decorated the sides with swirl pipes. He then added several large cabbage roses on top. When he was finished he announced he had baked the cake and it would be served during the reception. Bob gave a signal and the judges were all presented cupcakes with the FFL club logo design on top. He stood center stage and explained why he had chosen this particular talent to demonstrate. Bob announced he had also made all the outfits he had worn and explained if a man was to be a true helpmate he needed to master all the domestic skills, not just look pretty. He received only a smattering of applause as he exited the stage.

@ @ @ @

The judges conferred and submitted their ballots. The girls were weeded out ten at a time until it was down to the five finalists. Bob stood ramrod still with a serene smile plastered on his face trying not to show his inner turmoil. Then it was down to three girls, him, Lile O'Shaughnessy, and a cute pixie of a girl called Samantha Grant. The second runner up was announced, Samantha was gone. Bob gave Samantha the perfunctory hug and she cried real tears of desperation. "My aunt is going to kill me for losing to you." Samantha had to be forced off the stage so the presentations could continue.

Bob was confused by her actions. Once calm had been restored he relaxed; there would be no shame in losing to Lile. A drum roll, two spots were focused on the stage, one on Bobby the other on Lile. Everyone held their breath and then the first runner up was announced. It was Bobby. For him, it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Totally unplanned he began to cry, tears of joy.

Sue sat in the first row and was devastated, her husband had lost. There was a murmur; all the ladies surrounding her began to whisper that Bobby had been robbed. Sue watched her hubby shedding tears, and thought, 'He's so like a woman. I do love him so.'

Bob gave the winner his heartfelt congratulations and slowly made his way down the stairs to find his wife. Having come in second he was apprehensive about his reception. He needn't have been. Bob was thunderstruck at her reaction. She greeted him as a conquering hero. Her eyes shined with glee, and she displayed a 10,000-watt smile. She rushed to Bobby and presented him a large bouquet of red roses. Before he could say a word she threw her arms around him the roses pressed between their bodies and said, "Good heavens Bobby you were magnificent."

"But Susan, I lost."

"Don't be daft, I don't care what place you came in, it was your effort that was important. You won every category but one, the talent contest was your downfall. I thought the cake decorating concept was ideal; no one has ever used that as a talent. You definitely had to think out of the box to come up with that one."

"Well Suzy, since I don't have a box, I'd no choice but to think outside of one." A remark that produced a smile from his wife.

Sue threw herself at Bob and kissed him with great vigor then said, "Who could have envisioned such an amazing vocal performance from Veronica's son...that O'Shaughnessy woman. She sang a Connemara lullaby in Irish none the less, and with a voice as sweet as the morning dew rising over Dublin.

Sue said "It was as professional a rendition as I've ever heard."

Then she jokingly asked, "I wonder if Veronica' had him fixed to keep his voice from changing?"

"But enough of her, let's talk about my Bobby. I'm so proud of you. Bob, I knew you'd eventually come around, still it means a lot to me when it came to fruition. We're going to be gloriously happy together, now you have adjusted your attitude about woman's rights."

At that moment Alex and Erika appeared out of the throng each carrying flowers for Bobby. He cried tears of joy, in the midst of a group hug his runner-up tiara fell off as he struggled to hold all the flowers.

Sue picked it up and placed it on his head crowning him "Queen Bobby for life."

Sue was effusive in her praise, to the point Bob blushed at the compliments, Sue teased him. "You're blushing like a school girl. I love you for it. You showed me and the other ladies that you cared enough to swallow your macho pride and let out your feminine side."

With a bewitching grin, Sue said, "The belly button ring caught me by surprise. When did you do that?"

Bob cooed, "Three weeks ago, I wasn't going to do it; but once I no longer needed a corset I couldn't resist. I think it's, Oooh so sexy with my bikini."

Sue was swept off with some of the ladies from the club, leaving Bobby in the clutches of Candy. There was no subtlety in the way Candy tried to humiliated and hurt Bob. She glibly teased, "You know it has been fun watching as Sue stripped away your masculinity layer by layer. You do realize you'll be riding sidesaddle from now on?"

When Candy couldn't get a rise out of Bob, her face suddenly knitted into an ugly grimace as she congratulated Bob on being the runner up or first loser as she pointed out.

"I'll give the devil his due; your performance far exceeded my wildest expectations. I was sure you were going to make an ass of yourself again. Bobby, let's call a spade a spade, whatever your recent successes, you're still a promiscuous male whore. Your aberrant behavior will be your downfall, I promise you that."

"You even beat out my nephew. Something he will regret."

"Samantha is your nephew?"

"Yes for a little while longer. My sister sent him to me when he got his girlfriend pregnant and refused to marry her. You were fighting to save your marriage; Sam was fighting to save his manhood. As a motivational tool, I told him if he lost to you I was going to cut off his nuts. It's a contest neither of you seems to have won. Sam's orchiectomy is scheduled for Monday afternoon. He came to me as a young man and will go home a steer. I bet he wishes he'd married that girl now. He'll remain a man slightly longer than your marriage will last."

Candy's comments discombobulated Bob. Before he could get an explanation Veronica came on stage and stood in a bright spotlight, "I want to thank everyone who participated in tonight s gala. The exact amount isn't in yet but by all indications it is a club record. Rest assured every cent of the proceeds will be used to topple the current patriarchy. Now would all of our lovely contestants please reassemble on stage for the auction?"

Bob pondered Candy's threat as he made his way back to the stage.

This year they sold off the competitor's worst to first. The ending of the auction was purely nerve wracking. The bids were all done by paddle, with the house lights in the eyes of the contestants they had no idea who was bidding. Hell, Bob may have been sold to the Marquis de Sade for all he knew. The amount for his one day servitude was an astronomical, $4,004. Bob was filled with trepidation at what he would be asked to do to justify that amount.

Released from the stage, Bob rushed to his dressing room to retrieve his belongings, last year's fiasco still fresh in his memory. Bob struggled with all his belongings as he entered the formal reception; he stashed everything by the exit and went to look for Sue.

He hadn't taken ten steps when he was approached by a man who Bob remembered as the strip club manager. "Oh, Shit!" thought Bob.

The gentleman extended his hand and said, "Miss Bobby, I'm Dave Wilson, like you I'm the runner up. I lost out on your services. I recognized you immediately. Your solo performance at the club is still spoken of. I just couldn't justify spending that kind of money for one day on the stage. I knew having the winner of this year's contest would have packed the place but it would take a lot of beer sales to make back $4,000. But let me give you my card. I would love to have you work for me."

Bob blinked in confusion and said, "Mr. Wilson, you don't understand. This is all a masquerade. After tonight I'm putting Bobby and all her cross-dressing paraphernalia back in the closet. I intend to go back living as a man and doing what I know best, IT services."

Wilson looked skeptical but took Bobby at his word, "I could always find a place for you as a performer, but my offer is not for a dancer. I'm here offering you a job as the head of my IT department. My books are a disaster, your old boss Steve Harvey is one of my best customers. In fact he has his own VIP table. He told me what a computer wizard you are."

Bob nodded politely and smiled. "I'm flattered, give me your card and I'll get back to you."

Bob continued his search for his benefactor. He found Sue at the bar surrounded by Erika, Alex and Jessica, who had flown in from Texas just for the festivities. Bob was given another hearty round of congratulations. Breaking free he asked, "Does anyone know who won me?"

In unison, the women said, "We did! As a group, we all chipped in equally. For the next 24 hours you belong to us. I hope you are well rested, you're going to service each of us in turn."

The bewildered look on Bob's face prompted another round of raucous laughter. Sue led the gaiety, "Look girls, she blushes so red it shows through her makeup."

Erika finally took pity on the poor guy. "Bobby, you're only required to clean each of our homes. The fun part is each lady selects your duty uniform. You won't know what it'll be until you show up. Fran won the draw and gets you first. You have to be at her condo at midnight. The second six hours belongs to Alex, I get you third shift. The last a final stop belongs to your wife. I hope you're up to it."

Sue hugged him with all she was worth and made the pronouncement, "Bob now that you've been rehabilitated, I want you to come home, to stay!"

The women retired to the bar for celebratory drinks while Bob went to move his stuff to his truck when he was ambushed by Candy.

Candy pleaded, "Bob, let Sue go. She deserves someone better than you. Let me quote to you, "If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were."

Bob's heart pounded, he reached into his pile of stuff and handed Candy his receipt log book.

"What's this?" she inquired her voice dripped with contempt.

"That, Ms. Grant, is an accounting of every penny I've spent in preparation for tonight. According to the bet you made with Susan since I obviously finished ahead of Phil, you are to reimburse me. I'll take a money order or cashers check, thank you very much."

Candy smugly responded, "This is the point where I start laughing uncontrollably. You dimwit, Phil never agreed to the bet, he left me the day I suggested it to him. Susan and I mutually agreed to drop it. It has been amusing watching you chase some imaginary character, trying to be the first to forfeit his manhood. Congratulations, you won the race. Has Sue set you up with an appointment with her gynecologist yet? She will, trust me.

"You'll not get a red cent out of me. Bobby, look at yourself. You're not man enough for a woman like Sue."

Bob bit his plump lower lip. His eyes filled with moisture he fought back the tears as a dam burst was emanate; there was no hiding how he felt. "Candy, despite what you say I'm still a man!"

Candy poked Bob in his left boob and said, "If that is true it's only a technicality. She smirked and said, "Bobby if there is any vestige of your maleness left I don't see it.

If you don't leave Sue, I give you my word I'll destroy you."

Bob stood tall and confronted his nemesis, "Candy, I'm a selfish person, I want Sue back. Her happiness is more important than mine. If being with someone else is what it takes to make her happy, I'm accept that. In the meantime, I'm sticking with her until she tells me to go!"

Candy was satisfied; the seeds had been planted now she merely had to wait for them to germinate. She was now ready to launch her pogrom and finally destroy Bob; all she needed was her computer and a Wi-Fi access point.

Sue had been circulating around the room and happened to be close enough to her Bob's proclamation. Sue pulled him to a quiet corner, "Bobby, you still have an hour before you need to be at Fran's house. I heard what you said to Candy, we need to have a very serious talk."

A concerned Bob answered, "Of course, madam. But first I need an answer. Candy told me there was no Phil, and no bet and you knew that all along. Is that the truth?"

Sue shuffled her feet and answered, "There's a kernel of truth in every lie. In principle, what she said is true. I found out about Phil; but only a little while ago. I didn't say anything to you because you were doing so well. I was afraid you might back out at the last minute. That would have destroyed me. It baffles me why, but just the thought of you in frocks and frillies gets my juices flowing. We have sacrificed so much I just couldn't let that all go to waste.

"Bob, this is hard for me to say, I've come to loathe men! I still love you; but I can never go back to being a wife with a husband."

Bob's knees buckled a line of tears ran down his cheeks; Sue grabbed him to help hold him up.

"That doesn't mean I don't want you Bobby. I just insist that if you come home it is as my wife, not my husband."

The events of date night came rushing back to him, as well as all of the doubts that had gone through his mind afterwards. Before Sue could explain her comments Bob fainted dead away.

He was awakened a while later by a paramedic waving smelling salts under his nose. The hall had emptied out by then. Bob looked for Sue but she was nowhere to be found the parking lot was empty except for his truck. He didn't understand how she could profess to love him and then not stay with him to make sure that he was okay. All he could do was thank the paramedic for his help and go.

Bob gathered his things and headed for his first appointment. On the drive to Fran's condo Bob felt suffocated, he was drowning in his own thoughts. He had to crank down the window to get some air. He arrived almost on time, but a broken man.

He had worked hard over the past year to prove to his wife that he cared about her and what mattered to her, only to be told that she no longer wanted a husband, but another woman. He had allowed himself to be played. Sue had lost no time in eliminating all traces of Bob from her life and she would welcome him back only as a 'her'.

Not surprisingly, Fran had him perform his household chores in a fancy square dancing skirt with three solid ruffles trimming the bottom and loads of petticoats and of course a short sleeve peasant blouse with more ruffles around the neckline and sleeves. Fran was disappointed; that the man-maid who presented himself at her door wasn't the jovial pageant contestant she had anticipated. Rather he moped about doing his mundane chores. Bob had fallen into an abyss of despair. He rebuffed Fran's numerous attempts to pry his problem out of him.

Still lost in thought Bob arrived at Alex's apartment. She didn't disappoint, she had him working in a cheerleaders outfit complete with pompoms, which he used as feather dusters. At least there were no heels, and Bob was allowed to work in trainers.

Bob was therefore prepared when Erika had a stunningly beautiful satin French maid's uniform waiting his arrival. Erika wouldn't allow Bob to brood; she teased and tormented him relentlessly. It was during his lunch break with Erika that Bob finally gave in to her unrelenting probing. They had a serious heart to heart talk. Bob opened up about the cause of his depression, he related Sue's ultimatum, but he was too embarrassed to reveal everything that had taken place the night of the date.

So what are you going to do?" Erika asked.

Bob soulfully replied, "I'm not sure. What she is asking of me is a lot. I still consider myself to be a man. However I freely admit there are a lot of things about dressing as a woman that are pleasing to the senses. I feel naked leaving the house without makeup and perfume, I wouldn't even consider going without the support of a good bra. I may be predisposed to femininity; but I still consider myself a man, with masculine interests. I have been off the hormones long enough my baby maker is starting to respond, sometimes in the most inopportune moments. I dream of the day I again can again perform my manly duties in the bedroom.

"Erika, I can't imagine living without Sue in my life. I've decided to accept her ultimatum. If she wants me to live a celibate life of being her live-in tranny, so be it I'll make the sacrifice she's worth it. That is certainly not my preferred life style; however it is an expectable alternative to being alone in life. If she has visions of me going further than dressing as a woman we have a whole different issue. I can always walk out at that time. I still have free will."

Having made a decision, Bob felt reenergized. As he headed to the bathroom to finish scrubbing the toilet, Erika's cell rang. "Hello Candy, why yes he is here. Why do you ask?"

Bob breezed through the rest of his domestic chores with a spring in his step. As the antique grandfather clock in the hall chimed six, Bob gathered up his cloths to change. Erika stopped him, "When this was all arranged, Sue requested you arrive in that outfit. Is that alright.?"

Bob responded with a gigantic smile on his face and headed for his truck parked in the driveway. Erika rushed to her computer and brought up the website Candy had recommended she watch. Erika was stunned and sickened by what she saw.

It was a good twenty minutes later; Erika realized she hadn't heard Bob's truck leave. She opened the door and saw Bob sitting on the ground his head in his hands leaning up against his truck.

Rushing out to see what the problem was, she heard his sobbing before she reached him. His tears ran not in droplets but by the buckets. Kneeling on the cold hard ground, she cradled his head and asked, "What's the matter Bob?"

In response Bob picked up two crumpled pieces of paper lodged between his nylon clad legs and handed them to Erika. She read the first one; it was a restraining order directing that Robert Turner have no contact with Susan Turner, in person, at home, work or at the club either by phone or other electronic means. The second was a handwritten letter from Sue. It read, 'Robert, you're nothing but a promiscuous gay cocksucking pervert. Your behavior disgusts me. You are no longer a man in my eyes. Certainly not someone I want as a life partner. I could never be seen in public cavorting with a man whore. I hope you and your blowbuddy will be very happy. Don't ever try and contact me again or I'll have you arrested!'

Erika took a confused Bob into her home; wrapped him in an old bathrobe. She sat Bob down and said, "I've seen the video; Cathy has circulated it among all the club members, it clearly shows you enthusiastically performing the disgusting act of fellatio on some anonymous stranger."

Bob blinked at her in confusion. "What film are you talking about?"

She sat him down and played the video. As he watched the film his body caved in on itself as though he'd been punched in the stomach. The one thing that he hoped he could keep secret from everyone was now public knowledge. He felt light-headed as he asked, "Oh my God, how did Candy get a hold of this? It's not what it looks like. How could Sue not let me explain?"

Erika sat down across from him. "I suspect that the genesis of Sue's fear is that you are homosexual. Being a trained professional, I imagine those feelings stem from her own gay tendencies."

Bob coughed, "Excuse me; are you saying Susan is a lesbian?"

Erika uncharacteristically blushed and said, "Well not a fully-fledged one, but over the past year she has experimented with a number of us ladies from the club. I just assumed you knew."

Bob shook his head slowly. "No she told me she was looking for my replacement in the bedroom. I took for granted her search involved men. I overheard a conversation between her and Veronica a while back. I guess that I did suspect that she had been sleeping with other women. But her behavior that night made me think that it was men and women."

Erika held Bobby tightly in her arms as if it was a preview of things to come and went on, "I've never heard her mention any man, just girls. She can be quite the wildcat in bed."

Bob looked at Erika with shock and dismay.

"That is what I've heard anyway. I don't have any direct knowledge. Bob, look at it from her stand point. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it's probably a duck. No one wants their significant other playing for the other team and certainly not in a public forum like YouTube."

Erika maintained a sympathetic silence as Bob related, without embellishment, the, who, where, when, and why of his encounter with Roberto. He kept any suspicions about Sue orchestrating his tryst with Roberto to himself, he had no proof. Erika pointed out that there was no proof to backup Bob's story. The face of his partner never came into camera view.

Bob started to get an ice-cream headache from all this as he spoke, "I must be dumb. In hindsight I realize my trust and faith in Sue was pathetic."

"Bobby I hate to be cruel but you aren't so much dumb as unperceptive — verging on self-delusional, you only saw what you wanted to see."

Erika watched the poor man cry himself out and commented, "Bob, you're a true anomaly, a man with a woman's spirit. Don't worry about Candy she's a full-blown delusional sociopath. She'll get hers I promise."

Erika asked, "Bobby, just for my own curiosity; how do you view your sexuality? Have you started to notice hot guys? Are you gay or perhaps bisexual?"

"NO! Not only no, but hell no! I only like girls. My one experience of sex with a man was revolting."

Taking a deep breath he went on, "However, I'll admit I don't feel normal without makeup, perfume and a bra. I love wearing pretty clothes. I don't know what that makes me, confused I guess."

As Bob tried to digest all this new information, he sat as if frozen. His jaws clenched tight as he stared off into space for the longest time. Erika became concerned. She paced the room unsure of what to do or say. She fixed herself a stiff drink and placed one in front of Bob and said, "I thought you could use a wee drop of the creature."

It went untouched for the longest time. Eventually his eyes flared wide, his resolve hardened. He suddenly felt like the Terminator on estrogen-overload and paradoxically told himself to man up. Reflexively, he reached down snatched the whiskey and downed it with one swallow.

Calmly, he spoke, no flaming oratory, just a simple declarative statement. "Erika you're a wonderful confidante. I'm sure there is a downside to being a girl, but for the life of me I can't think of any at the moment. But I've no option. I can't remain living this masquerade pretending to be Bobby a woman. Bobby's, reputation is forever besmirched!"

"How so? Bobby is a known beauty queen." inquired Erika.

"You suck one small dick and you're forever labeled as a cocksucker. "I've come to a decision! I refuse to be a man trapped in this woman's body. Sue doesn't want me, fine I'll survive. From this moment on, I am no longer bound by my vows. I hereby declare myself a free man, I'm not married."

He located his handbag and, resisting the urge to touch up his makeup, turned the purse upside down to dump the contents on the table. Three business cards fell out in addition to his cell phone. He briefly considered Roberto's offer then rejected it; he started to rip it up then decided not to burn any bridges, and dropped it and the sanitation engineer one back into his purse. He set up an appointment with Mr. Wilson for the next morning. He looked up at his hostess and meekly asked, "May I spend the night here? I gave up my apartment. I have nowhere to go, I won't be any trouble."

Erika smiled warmly. This was the least she could do for someone she had come to like and respect.
"Bobby, I would love to have you as my guest. In fact we can make the arrangement permanent if you'd like."

"Just tonight will be fine for now. I've decided I need to be on my own for awhile. If I'm going to make it as a man again I need a clean break from all you ladies. I hope you understand."

Then she hopefully said, "Of course, just remember there's always a place in my house, and in my bed, if you ever want it."

Erika poured Bobby another drink and went to her room. She returned ten minutes later with a small bag and handed it to Bobby. "The timing may not be perfect; although since you don't seem to have any nightclothes, here is a little something for the boudoir."

Bob opened the bag and withdrew a lovely purple peignoir bedroom set with matching mules. Bob sat glaring at the lingerie in his hands and there was a long pregnant pause.

Eventually he stood and hugged Erika, "I guess Bobby can stick around for one more night. Where's your bedroom? It's late and I need to change. Which side of the bed do you sleep on? There's no cameras are there?"

@ @ @ @

Bob finished applying his eyeliner and blinked to focus his eyes again.

It had been an interesting month since the beauty pageant and his falling out with Sue. He hadn't seen her since then and had not tried. He spent the weekends with the Erika or Alex. They took turns taking him to the club where he would mingle with the members. He commented to Erika once that he might be outnumbered, but he was never outmanned. Candy and Sue were never in evidence and he found that he was fine with that.

Erika and Alex had taken him out the day after the pageant to buy him new man clothes. Erika paid for a new suit of clothes. It looked manly but was made of soft silk material, it felt like a woman's suit, but looked like a man's. At first, Bob hadn't wanted to get the suit, but Erika convinced him that regular fabrics would feel rough on his skin until he got used to them again. He was glad that he had given in, because he loved the feel of the fabric on his skin. It was like cool water that slithered along his arms and legs. He was embarrassed to admit that it was the part of his wardrobe that he loved the most.

Dave Wilson had been as good as his word and had put him to work updating the computer system at the strip club and at Wilson's other businesses. It had been interesting work, but Bob had been able to bring things into line rather quickly. He had spent those days fully expecting to hear from Sue's lawyers about a divorce and it had disturbed him at first. Now he eagerly awaited the inevitable, figuring it would finally bring closure to the entire sad episode of his marriage.

With time on his hands, he found himself morosely contemplating his mortality and, for the first time in his life, suicide seemed a possibility. It wasn't because Sue had thrown him out or that depression had finally caught up with him from the accident and Sally's death, he just didn't know what he was going to do next.

'When the clock of time has run down and the grim reaper makes his appearance. How do I want for my eulogy to read? A story of the dull, dependable old Bob, or would I rather have it speak of the vivacious and titillating life of Bobby. That was a rhetorical question; from that moment on he was going to live the life he wanted, not the one other people dictated. He remembered something his mother told him on her death bed, 'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.'

Not only had he not had seen Sue since the pageant, but it was the same amount of time since Bobby had been seen in public. Bob loved his boy time with Erika and Alex. Erika even had an entire male wardrobe made for him, it deemphasized his female figure. They treated him with respect and allowed him to decompress. He found himself missing Bobby more and more, imagining himself wearing the chiffon dress at the pageant in his stiletto heels. An urge or desire that had been building for days suddenly broke through the walls that he had built up.

After only a few days of being bored to tears, he had stepped into Dave's office and made a startling proposal.

"Boss, business has been slow lately and I think I can fix that. Bob will keep doing his IT gig during the day. However, Bobby wants to start performing a couple of nights a week. If it catches on we can move the days around."

Wilson had been visibly enthusiastic, but he still tried to hide it when he said, "Bob, you do know this is a strip joint, right?"

"Sure, but none of the girls take off their G-strings. I won't either. I'll work up an act and put together my costume. You won't have to pay me any more than my current salary. I'll keep 100% of my tips, and 5% of any increases in bar proceeds. If you get one complaint, about me not being a 'real' girl, I'll quit, no questions asked."

"You got a deal. As soon as you've put together your costume, I'll want some publicity shots. Welcome onboard Bobby. What will your stage name be?"

"I think I'll go with Bubbles."

@ @ @ @

That had been a week ago and Bubbles was already a hit. It turned out that Bubbles already had a reputation from Bob's single performance and the mere announcement of her return to the stage was enough to draw folks into the club.

Bob was happier than a pig in slop these days. Everyone at the club accepted him as he was and it felt like one big family. The girls with bad attitudes had been weeded out long before Bob had come on the scene and Bob suspected that might have been from the influence of the FFL club. He knew, of course, that the strip club was actually owned by Dave and the FFL because he had seen the reports that were created of the boyfriends and husbands who frequented the place.

All of the girls knew that he was a guy and they were okay with it. One of them had tried to explain to him that he seemed to put out a vibe that felt like he was so in tune with his female side that the girls would keep catching themselves thinking of him as part of their sorority. The illusion was helped along by Bob's feminine appearance and voice. He actually had to work to get his voice down into the lower registers these days. There had been many times when the girls had invited him to share their bathroom. After his initial embarrassment, he found that it didn't matter to them. Even though they saw him dressed as a man during the day, they welcomed him like a sister into their dressing rooms on performance nights.

He was finished blending his makeup when Penelope plopped herself down at the next mirror. She began working quickly to get ready as she was on before Bubbles was due. When it became apparent that Bubbles was a big draw, Bob had worked it out with the other girls to even out their tips. This had gone a long way toward preventing any hard feelings against him when he started dancing. It was also one of the reasons why Penelope was friendly to Bubbles. Until Bubbles had returned, Penelope was the only guy dancing here.

"Hi Penelope," Bob greeted her.

"Hey Bubbles," Penelope answered, contorting her face to make sure that her foundation was even. "How's it goin'?"

"Pretty good. How was the day off?"

"It was good, but now I have to work twice as hard to catch up." That was one of the problems with living on tips as a dancer. If you didn't dance, you didn't get paid.

Bob nodded in understanding. "Angel was saying that the crowds have been good though. It should be a good night."

Penelope smiled and said, "I hope so. Hey, there're a couple of things I wanted to talk to you about."

"What's up?"

"I know that you've been helping the other girls with their costumes and I know that you've made your own. I was wondering if you would help me too."

Bob smiled. "Of course. I'd be glad to. Do you need repairs or are you looking for a change?"

"Both, I think."

"No problem. We can talk after the last show and get together this weekend. I was thinking of renting one of the storerooms from Dave as a workshop. I'm getting enough requests that I could probably start my own side business to just cater to adult dancers in the city."

"You mean that girls from other clubs are coming to you too?"

"Yes, that's what it looks like. There must be some kind of network out there that I'm not connected to yet. I've had girls from the other two or three clubs in town come to me for help."

Penelope just grinned at Bubbles' good fortune and shook her head.

"Oh! The other thing I wanted to talk to you about is kind of hush-hush." She looked around to make sure that there was no one at the door. She took a flat thin case from her purse and held it out to Bob.

He took the DVD case from Penelope and looked it over.

"What's this?"

Penelope paused for a few moments, obviously trying to determine the right way to answer his question.

"It's a compilation of some videos from a computer. I think that you would be very interested to see Candy helping the guy who forced you give him oral sex. There are other clips there abusing the house servant who replaced me. Some have sound and some don't."

Bob looked at the plain disk in his hand, not sure if the thing was worth its weight in gold or if he was holding a dangerous item of some kind.

"Where did you get it?"

Penelope looked around again and dropped her voice even lower.

"I knew where Candy kept her computer system and what her passwords were. When I heard and saw what had happened to you, I took advantage of my time off to get even with Candy and to help you at the same time. Just don't tell anyone where you got that. Okay?"

Penelope was pretty sure that she could trust Bob, but she still looked scared at the thought of being caught with stolen property and she looked hopefully at Bob.

Bob met Penelope's eyes and smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry. No one will ever find out that this came from you. I just have figure out how to use it now."

Penelope smiled in relief at Bob. It was obvious that she had been torn as to whether she should have actually given the disk to Bob at all. When the stage manager called out to her, she hurried out of the small dressing room to begin her act on stage.

Bob sat still for a few moments, looking at the disk and wondering what to do with it. It wouldn't matter what kind of proof he showed to Sue, she apparently only cared about appearances and she thought that he was a homosexual cocksucker. His face tightened at the very thought of those accusations. Use it to somehow destroy Candy? While the thought of sharing the proof of her viciousness with the world made him smile, he didn't see how he could do that to her, two wrongs don't make a right.

There was a knock on the wall beside the curtain into the changing area. There was no door as such; it was a strip club after all. The curtain itself was just a bone thrown to the concept of modesty. Bob looked up to see Erika at the door.

She smiled as she saw Bob standing in the middle of the room. His physical changes had finally leveled off and his breasts had even decreased in size somewhat. She didn't mind, she had thought that his bust was a bit too massive anyway. But she also didn't care one way or the other. What mattered to her, and to Alex, was that Bob / Bobbi was a happier person now. The first week had been difficult for him as he came to terms with Sue's decision, but he came to realize that his marriage had died in that first week. They both made an effort to make him feel like the man of the house, a role Bob was good at.

"Are you ready for tonight? The house is already full; I guess they want to see if Bubbles has any new gymnastics moves."

"I'm sure that I can come up with something. I may need to start taking a martial arts class or join a ballet company to learn something new for next week though." He returned her smile with genuine good humor. Erika and Alex had become good friends over the past months and Alex had even appointed herself his unofficial roadie to keep rowdy guests from rushing the stage. Bob suspected that she enjoyed roughing up the ones who tried to fight back. Anyone who would hit a woman deserved to be laid out cold and she knew how to do it properly.

Bob held up the disk that Penelope had given him.

"What's that for?" Erika asked.

"A friend of mine gave this to me. I understand that it has some incriminating evidence on it about a friend of ours." Bob said friend as if it were in quotes. "I'm not sure what to do with it and I was wondering if you would hold on to it for me?"

Erika had a quizzical expression on her face and she nodded as she took the disk from Bob and put it into her purse. She would check it out when she got home tonight. This was an Alex week and Erika had just stopped by to say hello to Bob. Maybe by the time it was her week again, she would be able to suggest a course of action to Bob.

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Bob's turn on stage rolled around soon enough. He strutted to the center of the stage looking like an unobtainable goddess. A tarted up goddess that spun around a stripper pole, but unobtainable nonetheless. With his new-found happiness and confidence, he felt like he owned the universe.

Everyone in the audience knew that Bubbles was not a genetic girl, but it didn't matter to them; as long as he did not call attention to the fact. But was he happy? The answer was a resounding Yes! He loved the roar of the audience as he teased them with his striptease and gymnastics act. None of the other girls dared to attempt half of the stunts he pulled on the pole. He'd been lucky though as he had not had a repeat of last year's disaster that had resulted in his cute little nose.

He still marveled at how he had ended up here of all places. Only a year ago he had insulted hundreds of women by not taking their beauty pageant more seriously and he had lost his wife and his livelihood. Looking back on it, he wasn't sure if anything he could have done over the year would have resulted in Sue sharing his bed again.

He was saddened that his marriage had ended over a combination of his wife's grief over the loss of their daughter and her revulsion at his homosexual actions. What was truly sad was that she had never given him a chance to explain any of his actions; she only saw what she wanted to see.

He had lost a lot over the years, but he was making a comeback now. He was happy damnit and no one would take that away from him. No more dull, dependable old Bob he was going to enjoy Bobbi's life this time around.

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A few days later, Sue sat at the pool bar, working on her second martini. Her meals seemed to be accompanied by multiple martinis these days. She knew that she needed to control her drinking, but she didn't really feel like it. It occurred to her that this was the same way she had felt when Sally had died. Maybe she should go back to her therapist for grief counseling again. Maybe she could learn to be nice to people again.

Before she could lapse into a pity party, her thoughts were broken as Candy came up to her table. "Hi Susan, we haven't talked in weeks. You seem to be avoiding me, like the rest of the club. Mind if I join you?"

Somewhat subdued, Sue that looked up at her. "Not if you're buying. Barkeep, hit me again."

Candy looked at the two empty glasses before Sue and wondered if a third one was wise. But Sue was a big girl and could take care of herself. Besides, she had her own problems to worry about.

"Sue, do you know anything about this special all-members meeting on Tuesday? My name is on the agenda for some reason. Debbie said there're rumblings about getting rid of undesirables. If I get thrown out of the club, I'd be ruined; ninety percent of my business is from club referrals."

Sue shook her head. "I haven't heard anything about what the meeting is about. There was a policeman here asking questions about you. What's that all about?"

"That's just a silly misunderstanding between me and my ex-nephew. I've been formally charged with assault and illegal imprisonment or something ridiculous like that. My lawyers are working on a plea deal right now. They say that it's possible, but unlikely that I'll go to jail, but they can't guarantee it. They told me that I should get my affairs in order, just in case."

"Enough about me. Have you heard the news about that ex-husband of yours?"

At the mention of her husband Sue got all dewy eyed. An exasperated look crossed Sue's face. This sounded like more of Candy's anti-Bob campaign or was it anti-male in general?

"Candy, for starters, he's not my ex. I never filed the divorce papers. I had them drawn up but was concerned that if he contested the divorce, the negative publicity would be bad for my business and reputation."

Candy pulled up short; she had obviously pushed too hard, too soon. "Sorry, I seem to have hit a nerve."

Sue just looked at her, wondering if Candy really was sorry. "Yes, you have. What do you want?"

"I just thought you might want an update on how Bobby's doing."

"And just how would you know that?"

"I hired a private detective to keep an eye on him?"

"Why?"

"It's just that sometimes people I have dealt with don't take things well. I want to watch him until I'm sure he hasn't any nasty surprises planned for me."

"Just what did you do to him to warrant that kind of concern?"

"I wasn't very nice to him. The night of the pageant I advised him to leave you. I told him he wasn't man enough for you. I got that right. Those YouTube videos showed that."

Candy had carefully avoided any mention of herself in connection with the videos. She had claimed to have discovered them accidentally. What scared her is that someone had broken into the house one weekend and had taken her computer. Since nothing else was taken, she was sure that the burglar knew about what was stored on it. She was worried that those videos might show up sometime.

"Candy, I'm in no mood for your gloating. I'm miserable all because of Bob. At first I enjoyed the freedom of having him out of the house. Watching him humiliate himself with his asexual appearance was fun for a while. Then he got so good at it, he became more than passable, so there wasn't any joy in watching his predicament. I was lonely but knew all I had to do was snap my fingers and he would come crawling home. I liked that security blanket."

Sue took a sip of her drink and went on. "True, I had brief flings with some of the girls from the club. But I kept those quiet and confined to the privacy of my bedroom. That didn't give that bitch the right to flaunt her extracurricular activities in my face by filming her illicit sexual adultery and posting it on the web. Bob may not have been the best husband in the world but he loved me. I miss him terribly, I'm so lonely. Even Malinda has left me, she works for Erika now. I don't know what I'm going to do."

Candy saw her chance, "Sue, here's an idea; I have a huge house, come live with me. I'll make you happy."

"Candy thanks but that's not what I'm looking for right now. I can't get Bob out of my system. How's he doing?"

"Apparently, very well. He's managing the computer systems for all of Dave Wilson's companies."

Sue smiled for the first time in weeks, "A department head, good for him, maybe he did learn something."

"He's paid off his outstanding bills. He's attempting to live as a man by the way. At least he commutes to and from work in male attire."

Sue perked up, "You know where he's staying? Is it here in town?"

"Yes, he has kind of a time share arrangement going on between Erika and Alex's places, he alternates weeks.

"Is he sleeping with them?"

"That I don't know. Erika has a guest bedroom, Alex lives in a one bedroom apartment so your guess is as good as mine."

"Here's the best part. He's started stripping a couple of nights a week; I guess he couldn't completely give up the feminine life style. My informant says he has become a headliner out there and packs the house whenever he performs, most nights its standing room only. I can get us seats for Saturday night if you want to go. I'll bring a camera we can film his performance. That should be good for a few laughs."

"No thanks. Candy, stay out of this. I might drop by some night just to see how he's doing, but having you there with me wouldn't be helpful."

Susan thought to herself, 'I've forgiven him. I'll just apologize and tell him that he can come home. Everything will be the way that it's supposed to be."

More to come …

The Womanless Beauty Pageant — Part 12 of 11

The only thing worse than being pressured into participating in a womanless beauty pageant, is to finish in last place. The ramifications of that experience turned out to be life changing, for Miss Bobby.

As Co-authors, Monica and I have a couple of very special ladies to thank, both are icons in the TG community.

The first is Vickie Tern. Without her encouragement and inspiration this story would never have been written.
The second is our muse, Kelly Ann Rogers; we failed to follow her advice on several occasions — always to our peril I'm afraid; but her midcourse corrections were vital to the story's completion.

As the authors we hope you enjoy reading this bit of fun.
If anyone wishes to build off our FFL cub theme; you have our permission and encouragement.

We also want to extend our apologies to our readers. The ending of chapter 11 left many readers unhappy, so this chapter is intended to resolve the character situations we left as ambiguous in chapter 11.

Marina Joy and Monica Rose

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The weeks after the pageant had not been kind to Sue. She knew she needed to stay away from Candy, but because Candy had taken up so much of her time over the past year, she had few friends. People who knew her from the club were cordial, but not welcoming. She ate many dinners alone and crawled under her covers at night with nothing to hold onto but a pillow and memories of lost love.

At work, she had been shunted aside. Despite the big contract from the Sanchez brothers, leadership had decided that she didn’t have the people skills to continue to rise in the company. She had a choice to make; leave and try again somewhere else, or stay and just earn her salary in the face of the knowledge that she had failed. The only fast track she was on now was the one to nowhere. In a performance review session, her boss had suggested that she explore some therapy. It could very well help her with her personal skills.

Finally, Sue couldn't take the loneliness any longer: she had to see Bob. Not knowing how to contact him now, she had resorted to calling Erika and Alex. She was able to reach Alex who was leaving for the club. Alex told her that Bob had two shows that night and that she was on her way to the club. She explained to Sue that she had a table reserved near the stage that she and Erika used as a base of operations.

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The club was noisy with countless conversations going on, each trying to top the other. The recorded music contributed to the racket, intended to at least garble what people were saying. The result was a deafening drone that was punctuated with the occasional loud laugh or a shouted snippet of speech.

It was good that she had elected to come a bit early to talk to Bob; the place looked like it was going to be packed. She hadn't really believed Candy when she had described Bob's popularity, but she hadn't exaggerated. It looked like they might have to actually stop letting customers into the place if this kept up. She stood on her tippy toes at the top steps of the entry into the club proper, looking out over the lower area where the tables and bar were set up.

She was glad that the local ordinances prohibited smoking now as she would not have been able to see much in the lower lighting. She had never been here before and she could imagine that it could be quite dim when they lowered the house lights for the performers. Knowing that Alex and Erika had a table down front, she scanned the area until she saw the two women sitting at a small table off to one side.

She worked her way over to where they were seated and came up between them. Politely touching them each on the shoulder, she stood back while they turned to look at her. The smiles that greeted her were not cold, but they were less than the welcoming expression she had anticipated.

"Hello, Susan. How are you?" Erika asked her. Neither woman made any move to invite her to sit down, just as she had expected, Sue stood there disconcerted by their reception.

"I'm okay," she answered. Considering how they were behaving, she didn't think that they were really too interested in the dullness her life seemed to have taken.

"Actually that's a lie. I'm miserable. I didn't know how to contact Bob because he had moved out of his apartment. Candy told me that he was dancing here and that you saw him quite a bit." This was the only way she could say it as she didn't want to admit that she knew that Bob was essentially living with them both.

Erika nodded as Alex spoke up and said, "Yes, the Bubbles show is due to start in about half an hour."

"I came to see Bob. I wanted to talk to him about things." Sue shuffled her feet a bit becoming a bit uncomfortable with the almost stony look that Erika was giving her.

Erika spoke up, "I just left him in the dressing room. He's getting ready to go on."

"Do you think that I could talk to him? Please it's a matter of life and death." she asked hopefully.

Erika sneered disbelievingly, "If it's that important I'll go back and check." She left the table to go backstage.

By now, Sue was definitely uncomfortable. Alex and Erika had been Bob's staunchest supporters over the last year, even in the face of the homosexual video that had appeared on-line. The video itself had been deleted soon after it had appeared, but the damage had been done. Obviously, these ladies didn't care about what Bob was shown to be doing and Sue wondered about that. The fact that Alex had not invited her to join them communicated to her that there was a definite division between how she had seen Bob's actions and how they felt about them.

It was only a few minutes later that Erika came back to the table.

"He said that he was expecting the divorce papers to be delivered by a messenger or your lawyers, but he wasn't too surprised that you would want to hand them to him personally." Erika was a bit stiff, but her delivery wasn't snide or sarcastic.

"I don't have any papers. I wanted to tell him that I've forgiven him and that he can come home now."

Both Alex and Erika blinked at her, a non-plussed expression on their faces. In their surprised state, either of the women could probably have been pushed over with a finger. Alex stifled a laugh. Finally, Erika broke the spell and said, "You've forgiven him. That's nice. The bigger question is has he forgiven you?"

The conversation was not going the way Sue had anticipated, and she was confused. She had expected that they would be happy that she was welcoming Bob back. She would still have to work out with him in what capacity he would be returning to her, but she knew that she needed him to come back.

Sue was confused; in her mind she hadn't done anything that needed forgiving. "What's wrong? I would have thought that you would be happy that I was letting Bob come home."

Erika took her seat again, more than a bit annoyed at Sue's continued cluelessness and self-centered attitude.

"Sue," she started, but she had to stop to gather her thoughts.

"You threw Bob out of your life months ago and haven't tried to contact him once in all that time. You took out a restraining order so that he couldn't talk to you. What makes you think that he wants to go back to you? You shouldn't even be here right now because of that order."

Now it was Sue's turn to look surprised. It had never even crossed her mind that Bob would do anything other than come back to her. The very thought of his refusal was foreign to her and she stood there as the concept sank in. Her daughter had been violently taken from her, and then the possibility that her husband might reject her scared her to her core. Her hands began to shake as her eyes filled with tears at thought of being completely alone in life and that the final fault would be hers.

Both Erika and Alex could see that Sue was finally coming to understand what she had wrought. They really did want both of their friends to be happy, even though Sue's actions over the past months year or so made it very difficult to like her. Both of them had been through nasty breakups and they had seen the signs of a relationship that was doomed to failure.

Bob and Sue's relationship had none of the tell-tale signs until the first beauty pageant. Yes, Sue had been apathetic much of the time towards Bob and had given him every reason to walk away from his marriage. More than one conversation at the club had centered on why Bob continued with the treatment that Sue's anti-male advisors had orchestrated for him. He was either a complete idiot to not see the truth of things or he loved Sue too much for his own good. None of the women knew their history, but it sure seemed like he could have left early on in the whole trial and survived without a problem. It was obvious now, after Sue had refused to accept him back that he was already successful in the work he had done for Dave.

If he wanted, Bob could probably set himself up as a free-lance IT guru and be successful at that too. Just his reputation at the club would bring him more work than he could easily handle. Almost every woman at the club would throw work his way. He had become a real favorite around the club sort of a FFL club mascot. Now, that Bob had found that he enjoyed his feminine side. It was obvious he loved his brief respites as an erotic dancer. He had told them both on multiple occasions that swinging himself around the stripper pole in front of hundreds of people was an incredible thrill.

Erika finally got up and ushered Sue into a seat at the table. Sue moved without any resistance as she dropped into the chair and then held her head in her hands as she cried. Alex and Erika were on either side of her, but made no move to console her. They both understood that what was Sue needed now was to get through this and to finally decide what was important in her life. Was she going to resolve to cut Bob out of her life once and for all, or was she going to realize that things were not always Bob's fault?

When Sue's sobs had subsided to sniffles and she had used up all of the napkins they had on the table, Erika decided that it was time to start in on her.

"What are you really crying about?" she asked.

"I just thought that he would want to come back to me. I never considered that he doesn't love me anymore." She started to cloud up again as Alex pulled Sue's hand away from her face and looked her in the eyes.

Using the voice normally reserved for children or very dull people, she spoke as if she was addressing a headstrong, intractable teenager.

"Sue, you might be brilliant at dealing with money and managing finances, but you are a complete and utter idiot when it comes to people. How can you expect Bob to love you after the way you treated him over the last year?"

She sat back and watched the realization set in on Sue’s face. She was finally coming to understand that she had driven him away, and that there was no reason for him to come back. She flashed on memories of her haughty treatment of him, her dismissiveness, and her lack of support when he needed it. And being total honest with herself she was so caught up in her needs and wants, she totally disregard his feelings.

As she was wallowing in these memories, Alex’s voice broke through to her awareness. “And, after all of that, I know that he still has strong feelings for you. The problem is that he finally wised up and buried his feelings for you. You are going to have to work very hard if you want to have any chance to win your own husband back."

Erika saw the look on Sue's face and added, "He might even still love you. I don't know, he's never said."

Alex's few words fell like a lash across Sue's raw psyche. In her desire to do well at work and to be accepted by the ladies of the FFL, she had blindly followed their hateful advice. At first, she had had her doubts, but it had gotten easier as time went on to just listen to what they had to say. It was no wonder that she had driven her husband away and been demoted at her job. Even though she liked what Bob had become, she had to be honest and admit that she had been instrumental in driving him away.

She looked at both Erika and Alex. "What can I do? Bob doesn't even want to see me now. I listened to Candy too much…" The realization that she might have destroyed her marriage made her want to cry again.

Alex smiled and it was not a very friendly smile. "Sue, do you actually know what Candy did to your husband?"

"Did to him? What do you mean?"

Alex shook her head, but Erika cut in. "She set him up. She set him so that Roberto could force him into that blowjob. Not only that, the video you saw was cropped. The real one shows Roberto holding a knife as he forced Bob down onto his dick. I have a disk with the raw video."

Sue gasped. She didn’t want to believe it, but she had to. What had she done? Was it possible she was responsible for her husband being sexually assaulted? No, that couldn't be true! How could she live with the thought she was the one who set up her own husband to be raped! All the life went out of her face and her heart ached at how she had treated him. It was all her fault. And for what? A contract that would benefit her career, but meant nothing to Bob.

Erika gently lifted Sue's chin and looked into her eyes. "We just told you that Bob still harbors a kernel of love for you. He just doesn't believe that you love him anymore. Think about it. You threw him out of the house without listening to why he acted the way he did at the first pageant, you forced him into a female persona, although he has come to embrace it, you left him alone for weeks and months, you slept around on him, and you openly flirted with another man in front of him. What the hell is he supposed to think!

"If you want him back, you might be able to get him. But it won't be a slam dunk! Do you recall how hard he had to work to win you over before you even went on your first date?" At Sue's nod, she continued, "Think about that and start to multiply. You are going to have to work hard to woo your own husband back!"

As Erika finished speaking, the house lights flashed to indicate that the show would be starting soon. The sound level began to drop as everyone started looking at the stage in anticipation. Before the lights dropped for the final time, Erika and Alex left the table to position themselves at the ends of the stage. Their tour of duty as backup bouncers was beginning. Because Bubbles had become such a hit, she and Erika had decided to act as informal bouncers to keep some of the more enthusiastic guests from joining Bubbles on the stage.

Sue sat the table by herself, numb, but no longer crying. In almost no time, she found herself alternating between squirming in her seat or jumping up and down at the antics Bubbles displayed on stage. Sue found herself becoming very turned on as she watched an apparently well-endowed woman slowly strip down to nothing but her brief thong.

It was obvious that Bob was comfortable on stage as he made love to the pole and to the audience. If there were an Olympic event for pole dancing, Bubbles would have medaled. 'She' spun around the pole one-handed, two-handed, and with one knee. As his clothes slowly came off, his act played upon the exposed skin. At one point, he made love to the pole with his breasts. Sue could see that they were beautiful globes even if they weren't all natural. She had no doubt that more than a few men in the audience wished that they were the pole.

For the finale, Bubbles executed a move that had become a trademark. He climbed to the top of the pole and slid down, holding on with just his knees as his body was stretched perpendicular to the stage and his breasts dangled down below him. He had sprinkled them with sparkly makeup and they flashed in the spotlights.

Sue was on her feet cheering herself hoarse. If Sue didn't already know it, she would not have guessed that Bubbles Turner, the stripper, was really Bob Turner, her husband.

Sue could see why Alex and Erika had appointed themselves as Bob's guardians as a college co-ed tried to rush the stage only to be caught and tossed back into the audience. Then, an obviously drunk young man tried to reach Bob. This time, Erika slowed him down with a well-placed knee to the groin, so that the official bouncers could grab/carry him and take him back to a table to be watched. He wouldn't be allowed to leave until a non-drinking companion claimed him or he was put into a cab.

Sue listened to the crowd around her and how they were all taken with her husband's performance. They all wished that they could meet Bubbles and take her home or go on a date with her. Sue smiled as she thought that none of them would get to do that. Bob was still her husband; she just had to prove to him that she was still his wife. Like the ladies had told her, she was going to have to win him back and fight her way back into his heart.

A woman had pushed her way next to Sue with a hand full of cash in her mitts, she turned to Sue and commented, "They say Bubbles is really a man, I would have to see it to believe it."

Sue indignantly replied, "Lady, trust me he is all man."

"Yeah, miss smarty pants how would you know that?"

"Because Bubbles is my husband."

"No way!"

"Yes, it's true; now excuse me I need to be next to the stage to congratulate him on his performance."

But when Bubbles left the stage without ever catching her eye, Sue was devastated. Then hope returned when he appeared a few minutes later, barely dressed but surrounded by adoring fans, Sue’s resolve began to waver. She didn’t know if she could win him back. She didn’t know if she had the strength to face him after what she had put him through. She didn’t even know if he would talk to her.

As she gazed at him forlornly, he finally glanced in her direction. As their eyes met, she saw him smile at her slightly and he nodded to her. He held her gaze for a long moment before someone stepped between them and Sue lost sight of him. By the time she could see him again, he was engaged in a conversation with one of his admirers.

'He smiled at me,' Sue thought to herself. 'He does still love me. I could see it. Maybe there is hope. Maybe there is.'

Emboldened by Bob's brief acknowledgment of her, she worked her way across the dance floor to him. Alex and Erika were working as a team to keep the crowd from knocking Bubbles down, asking for autographs, so she waited for the mob to thin out. Finally, the two women stepped away to give Bob and Sue a semblance of privacy and she stepped confidently up to her husband.

As the image of the woman he was trying to project, he was beautiful. He had taken the time to fix his hair and makeup before coming back out on the floor. His hair fell in waves and curls to just below his shoulders; she hadn't noticed that it gave him any problems when he had been dancing. His makeup was immaculate, but a bit overstated. Again, he had looked great while he was dancing under the bright lights. She assumed that Bob needed to over apply his makeup for performances.

He wasn't wearing much other than a thin cotton robe that did little to hide the fact that he had not put a bra or blouse back on. All he had on below was a sparkly silver thong and black heels that glinted in the light. She reflected that he had come a long way from his first performance over a year ago at the club. Where he had been intentionally oafish and offensive, Bob now gave off the aura of feminine elegance and refinement that one might associate with a celebrity.

As she was the only one in front of him, Bob could not just pretend that she was not there. He looked at her for a moment, the slight smile playing across his face again. It appeared that he might be nervous and not know what to say to her.

When he did speak, it was to say, "Ms. Turner. It's nice to see you. However, as this is my place of employment, it's a violation of your restraining order for you to come here."

His voice was level, with no anger or animosity. There also was no real warmth in it. He spoke to only acknowledge her presence and to convey information. Where there used to be a tone of pleading and an eagerness to please, Bob now conveyed a confidence in himself that said he knew what he was doing and that he was in control of things. None of this was lost on Sue. It almost felt like he was indifferent to her presence, but she didn't believe that.

Sue tried to smile disarmingly as she said, "Oh...I had the order lifted."

Bob just looked at her. He could not believe that she had requested a court order to prevent him from approaching or communicating with her. Now, she had it removed without letting him know that she was doing so.

"That's nice, Susan. When were you thinking of telling me about this happy turn of events?" His sarcasm was a bit thick.

Bob's manner was totally different from before his performance at the pageant. Then, he had been tentative and eager-to-please with Sue and his attitude now said that he didn't give a damn about what she thought or felt about him.

Sue's weekly sessions with her therapist had helped her understand Bob's feelings though. She hadn't necessarily treated him as well as he might hope for. It meant that she would have to try harder is all. She plowed ahead with her mission and said, "I'm not sure what to call you right now. Is it Bubbles, Bob, or Bobbi?"

She instantly knew that this was the wrong thing to say as Bob almost physically recoiled and his expression became impassive. There was no anger or joy displayed; just an emotionless mask seemed to appear.

"Bubbles is my stage name, you gave it to me. But I hardly look like a Bob anymore, so I had my name officially changed to Roberta James Turner. Bobbi for short. I may look like a woman and I really enjoy my time as Bubbles, but I've very comfortable when I'm Bob, the man. Did you bring the divorce papers or should I stop around at your lawyer's offices?"

Sue's smile faded as she said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to be sarcastic." She clenched her hands together nervously and said, "I came to tell you that I missed you and that I forgave you for what you did."

She didn't have time to continue before Bob laughed sharply. "Forgive me? You're going to forgive me for being raped? Next you'll be saying that I was asking for it!"

Sue stepped forward to touch his arm and said, "Please Bob! I just wanted to tell you that you could come home."

Bob just looked at her and thought that it was the same old Sue. She was forgiving him for something that he wasn't responsible for but that she still blamed him for. As much as he wanted to hold her again and to be held, he couldn't let her have a chance to hurt him again.

"Why Susan? So that you can boss me around some more? Make me feel like less of a man than I already am? Do you have the maid's quarters fixed up for me and a closet full of uniforms all ready for me to wear? Or do I just need to report in the morning and leave in the evening? You told me that I couldn't come back as your husband!"

Bob was working hard to keep his voice from getting loud and out of control. His expression conveyed the pain and outrage that he felt. Sue wasn't saying that she knew that he wasn't at fault and she wasn't apologizing for anything. It was a repeat of the same treatment. Like always Sue said what she thought someone wanted to hear so that she could get her way.

Bob's outburst took Sue by surprise. This was a side of her husband that she had never seen before and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. He had always put her happiness and desires first in their marriage and he was telling her that wasn't the case now. She wasn't sure how she felt about this new aspect of him.

"It's nothing like that Bob. We have to work out things yet, but you can come home."

"You're saying that I wouldn't be your husband? I guess that would make sense. You haven't treated me like your husband in the past year anyway. I'm sorry Susan; I told you before that I can't trust you. You admitted to my face that you were sleeping around while you had me thrown out of your house. For all I know, you slept with Candy on your trip to Tahiti!"

The expression on her face told him all he needed to know. His wife who had claimed to love him for the last year had apparently spread her legs for everyone except him. How could she say that she wanted him back? She obviously did not need him as her spouse.

The frozen expression on Bob's face told Sue volumes. This was not going the way she had expected. Bob was supposed to have said 'Yes, I'll come back to you. Thank you.' Instead, he was telling her that he wasn't coming back and, even worse, that there was no chance that he would ever come back to her. What had happened? Was she really that much in the wrong? She was just having fun. She decided to try doing some damage control to smooth over Bob's ruffled feathers.

"Bob, I'm sorry. I know that I've been a bit insensitive and maybe even cruel lately, but I didn't mean to be. I've been so worried about doing well at work and trying to make the initiation committee at the club happy that I might have let myself forget about you."

"Sue, I should have been the first one on your list, not the last." Bob's tone was sad, but it changed as his resolve seemed to firm. "I tried to tell you why things happened at the first pageant and that Candy was trying to cause problems for us. But you wouldn't listen. When you saw that video, you believed the worst right away. You never gave me the benefit of the doubt and you never asked me to explain.

"Sue, I love you and I'll always be faithful to you as long as we are married, but I can't be near you right now. I'm sorry." There were tears in Bob's eyes as he turned away from her. Before he could leave, she stepped forward to grab his arm.

"Please Bob...We need to talk.'

Bob turned back to her and jerked his arm away. As he did so, Helga stepped in to take Sue by the elbow and guide her away from a confrontation. Before they went far though, Sue pulled away and rushed back to Bob and grabbed his hand.

Before she could say anything, he again pulled away from her. He looked at her impassively and said, "Sue, you need to leave. If you come back again, I'll have you arrested for harassment and trespassing." He turned away and walked back to his sanctum sanctorum his dressing room the place he was most comfortable in, his derriere swaying enticingly.

Sue stood alone on the dance floor, watching Bob walk away from her. There was an empty feeling in her gut and her chest felt like her heart actually hurt like it was breaking into pieces. It was a minute or so before she realized that she was crying too.

"But Bob...I wanted another chance," she whispered to his back as he disappeared behind the curtain.

Erika went looking for Bob after the club was closed. Sue had left in tears soon after Bob's rejection of her, but Bob had not come out to sit at their table later. When she opened the curtains to Bob's dressing area, she found him on the floor, with his back against the wall. It appeared that he had cried himself out some time ago and he just did not have the energy to move off the floor. After calling to Alex, the two women helped the unresisting man out to the car and took him home. A good night's sleep would help Bob start over.

@ @ @ @

Sue pulled into the lot at the FFL club and managed to find a spot. The lot was very nearly full for a Saturday afternoon. As she walked through the lot, she saw Bob's old pickup truck parked off in the visitor's parking area. She had been summoned to attend the meeting of the ethics and membership committees regarding her activities over the past year and Candy's involvement. She had heard that Bob had become Erika's guest at the club on occasion, but she wasn't sure if he had been asked to attend this meeting also.

It had been made clear to her that her actions were not in question but her presence was necessary because the social reputation of the club and its members had been damaged. This was the meeting that Candy had been worried about and what it might mean to her and her realty business. Candy was only willing to co-operate because she was so dependent upon referrals from the club. If she had told the club that 'Hell no, she wouldn't be there' she stood to lose all of that business.

There was someone in the lobby of the club waiting for her and escorted her back to the meeting rooms. They were in a large area, but nowhere near the size of the dining room area. There were about thirty women seated at the ten or so round tables that were spotted around the floor, about a dozen other ladies where scattered around perimeter of the room observing the proceedings. The baby grand piano had been moved off to one corner the window blinds had been closed, to make things comfortable for everyone. Light-colored wood-grained paneling lined the walls and ran up to an arched pale yellow ceiling. The whole room transmitted a welcoming cozy feeling.

She looked around more closely and saw Bob seated in an armchair at the very back of the room. It appeared that his presence was necessary at this meeting, but the ladies preferred it if he did not make himself part of the proceedings. When their eyes met, she could see that Bob was surprised to see her. Apparently, no one had seen fit to inform either of them that they would both be attending this meeting.

She started to head for Bob, planning to sit in the open seat next to him. She was intercepted on the way over and led to a table near the long banquet style table that dominated on side of the room. Candy was already seated at the table and looked up at her as she was seated beside her. It didn't appear that anyone else was supposed to join them. Candy acknowledged her with a nod, but said nothing. It was rather out of character for her to not make some kind of comment, so it was a sign of how concerned she was about how this meeting might go. At the long table, Veronica was talking quietly with some other members. She didn't look very comfortable about whatever they were talking about.

It appeared that Sue was one of the last few members that they had been waiting for. At one of the other tables were the rest of the members of Sue's advisory group, who had been telling her how she should handle Bob's 're-education'. Alex and Erika were among them and they nodded to Sue with a reassuring smile, the rest of the ladies failed to acknowledge Sue and averted their eyes to just stare down at the table.

Once Sue was seated, Veronica called the session back to order. The look on Candy's face indicated that she was not happy with what had been already been discussed. Veronica held up a folder before, but she was obviously familiar with the contents as she did not read from it. She looked at Candy and said, "Ms. Grant, it is my understanding that the legal action against you was resolved with a large fine and probation, is that correct?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"Then…let me ask you has there been any civil, that is liability suits filed against you?"

All eyes turned to Bob who simple shook his head negatively.

Candy did not rise to address everyone, but stayed seated as she said, "Not that I'm aware of. I pleaded no contest to the legal charges because I felt it was easier to settle the charges than argue them in court." She shrugged her shoulders and said, "The little pansy wanted everything that was done to him. He was just too afraid to admit it." Her tone conveyed the message that she had been caught, but she didn't really care.

Veronica just looked at Candy as if she were trying to figure out what could possibly be going on in her head.

All Veronica had to say though was, "I see." She looked over at Sue and said, "Sue, thank you for coming, we have all read the statement you gave our legal office regarding this matter, I don't think that we need to ask you any questions. We have interviewed your husband and I believe that we have gathered the information that we need."

As Veronica referred to Bob, Candy snorted and rolled her eyes at Sue. Even at this stage of things, she could not show respect for him. Once again, Sue wondered why she had ever allowed herself to be influenced by Candy. She looked over at Bob, hoping to catch his eye again, but he studiously kept his attention on the head table.

Wanting to be fair, Veronica waited for Candy to end her grade school theatrics and asked, "Candy, you've been accused of causing bodily and emotional harm to the family of a club member and exposing the club to public embarrassment and damaging its reputation. We are willing to listen to anything you have to say about this."

Candy nodded in acknowledgement and stood to face the group of ladies in the room.

"Ladies, I know that we do not always agree about my attitudes and opinions regarding men. I have tried to avoid letting my personal feelings affect my interpersonal relationships and I think that this is all a misunderstanding. I was actually helping my nephew come to terms with his suppressed femininity. After all isn't that what the womanless beauty pageant is all about? I had to force him past his limits for him to realize who he really was. As far as the statements that Mr. Turner made about me, I'm completely shocked that he would accuse me of all of these things. In fact, it sounds like libel to me. I plan on talking to my lawyers when I leave here."

Bob's eyes were wide with surprise and outrage, his jaw clenched with anger. The women who looked over at him to see his reaction could see that he was making a supreme effort to reign himself in. He had learned that an emotional response could hurt him more than the statements and barbs the others might make about him.

Sue found herself completely confused. She had shown up for this meeting at the time they had specified and it appeared that they had been in session for quite some time already. It appeared that Bob had already spoken front of the group and either made a statement or accusations of some form. It appeared that she was not supposed to have heard them.

When Candy paused, apparently to gather her thoughts, Sue raised her hand. Veronica acknowledged her and she said, "I'm sorry, but I'm a bit lost. I understood that Candy was charged with false imprisonment, kidnapping, and physical abuse...all dealing with her nephew. I know that Bob complained to me about things a couple of times, but I didn't think anything of it. I'm not familiar with what is going on here."

Sue's statement didn't appear to surprise Veronica or her companions at the table. Veronica just nodded her head in understanding.

"You're right Sue. While the philosophy of this group is that women are not less than men, we don't have any issue if a wife wants to make a woman out of her man. " Veronica smiled slyly as she added, "But men do have their uses, and their rights as people. The club's guiding principle insists the male's conversion be voluntary, either out of love for his wife or an awakening to the realization that femininity is the better path of true happiness."

She opened the folder in front of her. "While Candy influenced you to push your husband deeper into a feminine role, she also interfered to a very great extent in the viability of your marriage. That, taken with her treatment of her nephew, paints a pattern of reprehensible behavior that we cannot accept unchecked among our members."

Shocked, Sue looked at Candy who shrugged and gave her a look of confusion. As if to say that what she was being accused of made no sense.

"Candy, is this true? Were you really trying to break us up?"

Candy continued to look innocent as she said, "Sue, I wouldn't do that to you. I told you those things about Phil because I didn't want to admit that he had left me. When I saw how Bob was willingly changing himself to compete with a non-existent Phil, I couldn't see him being worthy of you."

Sue turned in her chair and glared directly at Candy, "Bob was trying to live up to the rules of the ultimatum that you and the others wanted me to give him. He had to win the beauty pageant in order to come home to me again. You saw what he was doing and you said nothing about it."

"But Sue, you saw how he was giving blow jobs. Would a real man do that?" Candy looked at Sue is surprise.

At the other table, Erika was watching Candy's performance with amusement. Once Candy had finished speaking, she raised her hand and stood up when Veronica motioned to her. In a properly formal manner, she said, "Madame Chairwoman, I do have something that will speak to this subject. Unless, Ms. Grant wishes to change her position."

Candy looked over at Erika and literally sneered at her. It was obvious that there was no love lost between the two women and Sue was surprised at the apparent intensity of the dislike. In the last months, Erika and Alex had distanced themselves from the others on her re-education guidance team and she remembered a few of the times that they had expressed their objections to how she was treating Bob.

"What do you mean?" Candy's response was rude and the word 'bitch' seemed to be implied in her statement. "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Erika said nothing to Candy. She stood and held up a plastic case, the size and shape for a DVD. "I have some evidence here that will show that I know exactly what I'm talking about." She strode over to the video system in the corner and slid the disk into the tray as Alex stood and dimmed the room lights. After a few moments, a movie began playing on the projection screen behind the main table.

It began with a camera being placed on a flat surface in what appeared to be a bedroom. After a moment, a hand crossed the frame and then a woman came into view as she walked over to the bed. She gestured and a dark-haired man stepped over to the bed and sat down. The movie had everyone's attention so no one saw that Candy had gone white, but everyone watched as the woman on the screen turned and revealed herself to be Candy.

"Stop this!" Candy shouted and she walked toward the disk player. She was stopped by Alex who had a vise-like grip on Candy's bicep, squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise. Candy stopped dead in her tracks.

"I'm sorry Candy. You started this and we have to see it through now." On the screen, Candy completed her blowjob and everyone watched as she spoke to the man. It was also obvious that while she had gotten some satisfaction from the act, she hadn't really enjoyed it. Then the scene jumped to show the man walk back into the frame, holding a knife. A woman dressed in black walked into the frame, who was revealed to be Bob when he turned toward the camera. Erika stopped the playback before Bob went down onto his knees before the man.

"There is much more on this disk," she said. "Do I need to play it? There is audio too if we need it."

"How did you get that?" Candy shouted. She was pale and shaking. "Are you the one who broke into my house?"

Erika shook her head. There was a look of pity on her face. She had seen everything on this disk before and holding Candy up for public display in this manner was not something that felt good.

"No Candy. I didn't take this from your computer; it was given to me by someone else. All I can say is that you should be careful of the people you hurt in your life. Those actions have an annoying tendency to come back on you. As far as I know, this disk is the only copy."

Veronica spoke up and said, "Candy, I take it that the statements Mr. Turner has made are true? You arranged to have him raped. I'm not a lawyer but I believe that is a felony."

Candy was still very pale and could only nod as she dropped into her chair. She couldn't bring herself to look over at Sue, who was looking at the person she had thought was her friend with a shocked expression.

Veronica looked at her fellow committee members before she turned back to Candy. "Candy, considering the fact that everything you've been accused of is apparently true; I believe that you owe the membership of this club and the Turners an apology. We won't insist upon an answer from you now, but I believe that you need to apologize before the full membership and to Sue and Bob. We will give you two weeks to consider what you want to do. I need to point out that your refusal will mean that your membership with this organization will be terminated, until that time consider yourself persona non grata here at the club."

Candy barely acknowledged Veronica's ultimatum as she sat at the table, head bowed. One of Candy's friends who had been standing at the back of the room came to her and led her off to a side room. Sue sat there, but couldn't bring herself to look at Candy as she left. After a moment, she stood and left the room as well.

In the lobby, Sue caught sight of Bob, Alex, and Erika chatting by the main entrance. As they ended their conversation, Bob turned to leave the building while the ladies started to walk to the dining room. She sped up and managed to get through the door before Bob had gone very far.

"Bob!" she yelled.

It was a bit incongruous to be calling out a man's name at someone who looked all woman, but that was how it was. Bob had gone all out to be able to look as if he fit in with the rest of the ladies at the club today. He wore a white cotton blouse with a very pretty dark blue skirt, perched above sensible two or three inch heels. It looked like he had let his hair continue to grow and it was brushed back in waves that fell to just below his shoulders. His most prominent attribute were his breasts which were very obvious. Sue was sure, but she thought that they might have lessened in size somewhat, but they were still attractive.

She could see that Bob had been working on his makeup skills as well. It made sense that he would become more proficient in that area. Being an exotic dancer, too much makeup could make you appear to be a trollop. Too little and you were not as alluring to the audience.

He stopped and turned to look at her. Once again, his expression gave nothing away. He had told her only a few days ago that he still loved her, so she had to believe that what she saw was fake. A mask intended to hold in the display of emotion and any sign of weakness. She was sure that this was the case, because he had said that he loved her and she was holding tight to that.

He said nothing as she walked up to him. She smiled hopefully and asked, "Would you like to get some dinner?"

"Thank you, but no. I need to get home. I promised to work on some costumes for one of the girls at the club."

The fact that he said 'home' and did not mean where they used to live together actually hurt to hear. She was finding that she really missed her husband. Her therapist had warned her against seeking out someone else for comfort as this would only blunt her feelings for Bob and negate any value Sue hoped to get from her counseling sessions.

"I only want to talk Bob. I miss you." After what she had just heard inside the club, Sue wanted to throw herself into Bob's arms and beg him to forgive her. But his almost stony demeanor indicated that the results of that action might end in tears.

"Sue, I'm not ready to talk yet. I've been through a year of hell and I just heard one of Satan's architects confess to orchestrating my current condition. I'm still coming to terms with my new life."

"That's what I want to talk about. I owe you so many apologies…" She started to tear up at the memory of all of the times she had treated him as worth less than she herself or had been overly demanding of him. Her therapist was showing her just how much she had hurt Bob over the years. Much of her behavior was in line with the philosophy of the FFL, but she had allowed herself to mistreat Bob. She only knew that she needed Bob in her life, she had lost so much already.

"Like I said, I need time to think. You've had me out of the house for so long already Sue. A few more weeks or months shouldn't matter, should they?" Even though he was sorry for his words as soon as they left his mouth, he turned and headed over to his truck. Sue was still standing in the middle of the parking lot, looking after him as he drove away.

* * * * *

Sue's therapist had made herself available on a round-the-clock basis, knowing that Sue was in a stressed state. That meant that Sue was consulting with her rather often. Her advice to Sue was the same after each rejection that she endured from Bob: Don't give up. Until he began threatening her with violence, she still had a chance to win Bob back. Sue just had to remember that Bob had been through a year of neglect and abuse, not all at her hands.

The day after the meeting at the club, Sue sent a dozen red roses to Bob at the strip club, care of Bubbles. The card said, "Darling, I love you." Bob never acknowledged any of the gifts Sue sent, but he didn't discard them either. This set a pattern over the next few weeks. Almost every day, a new gift of some sort would be delivered to the club or to wherever Bob was staying. There were boxes of candy, gift cards, watches, and other items of jewelry. A card accompanied each gift telling Bob that she loved him and asked him to come back to her.

Bob found the thought behind the gestures Sue was making touching, but it saddened him at the same time. All Sue was doing was giving him things when he really just wanted her heart. He shared the candy with Alex or Erika, depending upon whose house he was staying at and sometimes used the gift cards to buy presents for them as well. Bob made more than one comment about how he wished that Sue's gifts were more from her instead of her pocketbook.

The ladies were thrilled to be enjoying Sue's gifts, but they sympathized with Bob. They had seen Sue's reaction to Candy's statements and the video Erika had shown the committee. It was obvious that Sue did not mean to be the cold and unfeeling person she had appeared to be. At worst, the lady had been a clueless lemming that had blindly followed people who professed to be her friends.

The two women had come to love Bob as a brother. They had hinted that they were available to him sexually, but he had never given them any indication of interest in them in that area. They realized that Bob would carry a torch for Sue until he died. Because of that, they came to care for Sue just as deeply. They took it upon themselves to meet with Sue without Bob's knowledge over lunch.

Sue had been embarrassed when they explained to her the mistakes she was making in her campaign to win Bob over. Bob had always been more sensitive than she. His gifts to her had always been more thoughtful, focused on her heart and soul. On reflection, Sue could see that she had a great deal to learn about love in general and herself in particular. In one of her frequent counseling sessions, she shared her concerns and desires about this. How could she show Bob how much he really did mean to her and that she truly wanted and needed him in her life?

Things continued over the few weeks after the club meeting. Candy had decided that it was in her best interests to over a heartfelt apology to everyone, just as the FFL committee had stipulated. She had even agreed with one of her friends that counseling, like what Sue had sought out, might help her. While talk therapy was not an instant fix or a magic bullet, a little bit of effort on Candy's part made a difference in how people reacted to her

Veronica and her fellow committee had been very gracious when Candy had come to them with her decision. They had actually been thrilled that she had decided to issue an apology. Removing Candy as a member would have been painful for Candy, the club itself, and all of the players that would be directly involved. They arranged a date for which Candy would make her apologies at a full meeting of the club, but it would be a couple of weeks before the meeting could be set up.

* * * * *

There was only one topic on the agenda for the meeting and the club dining room was literally buzzing with the various conversations going on. Some of the ladies did not care for Candy and took pleasure from the discomfort she must be experiencing from having to issue her apologies. For her part, Candy may have agreed to issue her apologies but it still felt like salt being rubbed into a raw wound. Candy saw that trying to mend her bridges would be important to everyone and to her very livelihood.

Sue looked around for Bob or his friends when she arrived. Because this meeting also applied to herself and Bob, she had received a personal invitation to attend. She assumed that the same applied to her husband as well, but she did not see him. Sue hoped that an invitation had gone out to Bob and that he would be here. While she had become a nightly regular at the strip club when Bob performed, she had not been permitted to approach him since her first time and she wanted to have a chance to talk to him again. She had on several occasions tried to sneak backstage so she could get to see Bob. She had been stopped on each occasion by security. No one had pointed out to her that she was approaching the point where she could be considered a stalker.

She was glad that Alex and Erika had started talking with her on a daily basis. They kept her up-to-date with Bob's life, without sharing any secrets or letting him know about their meetings. She had learned so much about Bob that she had been too self-involved to care about before. From what they had told her, it looked like Candy had set Bob up from the very start and had used her as a pawn in the process. Candy had made it abundantly clear to her that she wanted Sue as a lover, but Sue didn't consider herself to be a lesbian despite the numerous erotic nights spent with the ladies from the club. In Sue's mind, she was just experimenting, it wasn't a life choice. If things had happened differently, Sue would probably have enjoyed the occasional encounter with Candy.

She was ushered to a table off to the side where she would not be the center of attention. The intent was not to hold them up to embarrassment today…that was something that was essentially reserved for Candy. From where she was situated, Sue was able to see the entrance and most of the dining room without being in the direct line of sight of most of the attendees.

She was watching as she saw Bob entered the room, flanked by Alex and Erika, and a third unknown woman. Sue recognized her as a performer from the club. The two women had become his almost constant companions over the past months, something that annoyed Sue. When she was honest with herself, she admitted that she was actually envious of them rather than annoyed. How could she have been so narrow-minded to have believed the worst of her husband?

When Bob and his entourage appeared at the door, there was a noticeable drop in the noise of conversation as many of the ladies in the room turned to look. The sight was worth seeing too. Bob's companions were well-dressed and were very attractive, but that is not what attracted the attention. It was a well-known fact that Bob was performing part-time as a stripper, but he looked nothing like the stereotype. Bob looked more like Bobbi today with masses of blonde curls that framed a face that was too cute to belong to a man. Bobbi had maintained a very feminine look to her face with makeup that was never overstated.

Bob had never been big, but the weight that he had lost and exercise regimen kept Bobbi's face and, really, 'her' whole body slender and wiry. While his over-endowed bust could have been a source of embarrassment, Bobbi had taken pains to downplay that particular attribute when outside of the strip club. Bobbi had developed a preference for blues lately and she wore a royal blue dress that managed to look glamorous at the same time that it looked practical.

What really made Bobbi stand out is how comfortable she looked moving among the ladies of the club. Everyone knew that this beautiful woman was really a man, but Bobbi was able to put everyone at ease so that no one cared that Bobbi was really Bob. She greeted everyone warmly and smiled at those who were too far away to hug.

Sue caught herself with her mouth hanging open in surprise. This was another side of her husband she had never seen before. While dancing at the strip club might have helped her with any modesty issues, Bobbi presented herself as a confident, outgoing lady. It was no wonder everyone looked at her with fondness and friendship. If Bobbi announced that she was running for mayor of the city, everyone present would have voted for her in a heartbeat. Sue caught herself when she realized in her head she had inadvertently started thinking of her husband in feminine pronouns. She wondered what that meant and she decided that she didn't care.

As Bobbi and her friends were led across the floor to the same table that Sue already occupied, Sue immediately noticed Bob was not wearing her old engagement ring. That finger looked vacant. Before Sue could make mention of Bob's missing ring, she was distracted by a cocktail waitress who glided up to them.

"May I take your drink orders before you have a seat?" the waitress asked Bobbi.

Bobbi did a double-take when she looked at the server as she realized that it was Pierre. He was decked out as the stereotypical Playboy bunny cocktail waitress, sans the ears. Bobbi really could not believe her eyes. Pierre's makeup was perfect and it was difficult to see the man underneath, even though it had not been applied that heavily.

Pierre's thin frame was apparently augmented with a pair of generous breast forms that pushed out of the silver top that narrowed down to a pipe-stem waist. The bottom of the leotard-like uniform exposed Pierre's legs to good effect; many women would have killed for the thighs and butt that Pierre had on display. When Bobbi looked down at Pierre, all she saw was a smooth flat front. That was a really good gaff Bobbi thought. The crowning glory, even though they were on Pierre's feet, were the six-inch heels that he was balanced upon.

Before Bobbi could say anything to Pierre, another well-wisher cycled past, but stopped this time. Bobbi focused upon her face to see that it was Julie, the manager of the beauty salon from hell and Pierre's sister.

Julie smiled warmly and said, "Miss Bobbi, ladies," as she acknowledged Bobbi's escorts. "I know that you've seen my brother here in the past, but I would like you to meet the club's newest waitress and scullery maid. She demonstrated that her attitude at my salon was too mean for you and some of my other customers. I thought that she might do well to spend the next year here getting an attitude readjustment. In fact, I'm thinking of making his picture the addition to the hall of fame." She winked at Bobbi as if it were an in-joke.

All Bobbi could do was nod in shock as she realized that Julie was quite probably forcing her brother through some of the same regimen that Bob had willingly put himself through. While Pierre had shown himself to be a rather unlikeable person, Bob, the man, felt some sympathy for Pierre at the fact that he might very well be getting his own pair of tits. His compassion had limits though as he leaned over to Pierre's ear to whisper, "I guess I don't have to worry about kicking you in the balls anymore. Where does your sister keep yours now?" He felt bad for Pierre though when his comment hit home and Pierre just hung his head in shame as he walked away after taking everyone's drink order.

Before he could apologize to Pierre for his cruelty, Veronica was calling the meeting to order and all eyes turned toward the podium. She thanked everyone who was able to attend the meeting and she diplomatically discussed the sole topic of the evening's meeting. Those who could see them at the guest table all looked at Sue and Bobbi where they were seated. A year ago, Bob would have felt nervous with the number of people looking at him, but Bobbi had found herself. She actually enjoyed the attention because she knew that everyone saw a happy, pretty young lady.

The first order of business was Candy's apology to the membership of the club itself. She stepped to the podium, a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. She knew all of these women by name and some of them were good friends. To admit to them that she had done the things she was accused of by her nephew made her almost physically ill. There were some members who might clap her on the back and congratulate her on a job well done, most were not quite that bloodthirsty and would be repulsed at the fact that she had caused her own nephew to be castrated and feminized. There were still many times when she thought that the little monster deserved it for what he had done to his girlfriend and she felt indignant anger that she was being forced to be here.

Discretion won out however and Candy described the complaints lodged against her and apologized for how they had reflected so badly back upon the FFL club. The words still made her feel like she was chewing shards of glass, she knew that it was necessary.

"I want to say however, that I am apologizing to you, my friends and some of you not-so-much, for damaging the reputation of this group and the work that we have done. What I did to my nephew was somewhat deserved and was ultimately to his benefit."

She paused in her speech to look around the room. "However, I do not expect you to believe me or to even accept my apology at face value. With the permission of our president, I am willing to auction off my services as a way of showing that I mean what I say." She spread her hands and said, "I guess I'm offering you the opportunity to take part in my punishment. And, it will benefit the club at the same time."

Candy turned toward Veronica and bowed slightly to indicate that she was finished. Veronica came back to podium with a bit of a surprised expression on her face. After a moment, everyone clapped in approval of Candy's offer.

Candy moved away and headed to the back of the room. She had offered her apology, such as it was, and she just wanted to fade into the background. She still had to speak to the Turners, but she wanted to do that with a lot less people around. That conversation would be like walking on hot coals.

"Well! That really was not how this meeting was expected to go." Veronica looked around the room to make sure that no one was trying to get the attention of the chair and she continued. "We will be meeting with Candy over the next couple of weeks to work out when and what we will be offering for auction. I suspect that we might be able to gather a good amount of money for the club."

A barb that got a round of chuckles from the crowd. Veronica was obviously one of those that Candy would have to work on winning back as a friend.

"There were some murmured conversations at the back tables already in full swing, obviously discussing those very subjects.

Bob knew that Candy was not universally liked in the club and he overheard a couple of comments about putting her to work scrubbing floors with a toothbrush or spending an entire weekend cleaning toilets. He had done that for a single day and his 'employer' hadn't had the negative feelings about him that he was picking up from the ladies around him. He actually felt sorry for Candy if some of the things he heard actually happened to her.

Veronica adjourned the meeting, inviting everyone to stay and socialize, but a number of the attendees left for home. Sue hadn't really paid attention to Candy's speech, her mind was still focused upon Bob and nothing really mattered. She hadn't had a chance to try engaging Bob in conversation again, before Candy sought out Bobbi and Sue at the table. Veronica and some of the general committee members accompanied her. Alex and Erika had remained with Bob to act as a buffer to Sue, if it was needed.

Where Candy had appeared contrite in her speech to the membership at large, she was definitely not so when she looked at him. Bob could see that she was practically grinding her teeth at the thought of even speaking to him. He didn't know what her problem was…She had wanted to drive him away from Sue and she had succeeded. It was still tearing him up inside that he couldn't let himself open up to Sue, but he certainly was not going to give Candy the satisfaction of knowing that.

To her credit, she tried to be polite. (After all, it wouldn't count as an apology if she was rude as she delivered it).

"Bobbi. I apologize for my treatment of you and for manipulating you into doing the things that you did to yourself." Her tone bordered on being flat, keeping any emotion out of her voice. She couldn't resist a final jab at him as she said, "But you did turn out to be a cute woman. There might be hope for you after all."

Bob rose to the occasion however and said, "Thank you, Candy. While I wouldn't have chosen this particular path in my life, I have to say that I'm enjoying every minute of it. And I have you to thank for it." His totally satisfied, happy smile served to rub her failure in face even more.

Candy's response was just a sneer which evaporated when she turned to Sue. Her expression was far more sincere. Everyone could see her feelings of loss and wistfulness.

"Sue…I'm sorry that I put you through all of this. I really did not mean to hurt you." She turned away and walked quickly toward the exit.

Sue looked at Bob and rest at the table and said, "Don't move I'll be right back!" She launched herself from the table and hurried after Candy. Bob sat watching Sue talking to Candy, who was wiping tears away from her eyes. At one point, Sue hugged Candy and then led her back to the table. Alex and Erika had been watching as well, as confused as Bob was, but they kept any comments to themselves.

Sue pulled Candy back to in front of Bob. "Go on Candy, tell him. He has a right to know."

Candy looked down for a moment and then looked at Bob sheepishly; there was none of the condescending defiance from a few moments ago.

"Bob, I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you both. It's all because I love Sue, and would do anything to be with her. I wanted her and tried to make you go away. I know you understand how we all do stupid things in the name of love. This time I really would like you to forgive me?"

Everyone at the table waited to hear Bob's response. Some of the women were even holding their breath.

Bob chewed on his lower lip for a few moments as he contemplated the first nice words to ever come from Candy. He stood and walked around to Candy. She flinched as if she expected to be hit, but Bob opened his arms and grabbed her into a firm hug. "Anyone who loves Sue can't be all bad. I'm willing to forgive you Candy." He moved his mouth close to her ear and said so that only she could hear, "I really meant it that I am enjoying myself. Thank you."

Candy pulled back to look at him and she grinned in response. She happily returned his hug.

Sue cleared her throat and said, "I feel like I'm in church. Could I confess my sins as well?"

She spent a good fifteen minutes going over a litany of her transgressions toward Bob. She acknowledged that everything between them had soured the day of the accident that killed their daughter. Sue explained that she had sought out a therapist and now knew that she had suppressed the memory of being the reason Bob had to go to the store the day that Sally died. If she hadn't been so insistent that he get a new ink cartridge for the printer in their office, Bob and baby would not have been in the car that day. She asked why he had never brought that up as a defense against her behavior.

Bobbi looked down, not willing to meet Sue's eyes. "You were in enough pain already. I didn't think that it would help to say anything and you were in a bad way at the time. I just found it easier to take full responsibility."

The silence that greeted his statement told him that he had said something wrong. He looked around the circle of women and realized that he was in the middle of a bunch of women with angry or shock expressions. He suddenly felt like the lone cowboy surrounded by Indians or, more likely, a naughty child confronted with a group of angry mothers. But he was confused about why they might be annoyed at him.

It was Candy who spoke first, trying to mend fences with Sue already. "You didn't say anything about why you went? You just accepted the blame and let everything fester?"

All Bob could do was nod.

"Bob, I may be bad at maintaining relationships, but even I know that you need to communicate. Don't you realize that by not defending yourself, you let Sue believe that you were somehow less than you were for being there? Yes, it would have hurt to know that you were out driving for that reason, but you hurt your marriage by letting Sue blame you. You know that it made it easier for me to break you up."

The rest of the ladies around him were nodding in agreement, not looking quite so angry and a bit more saddened at the revelation of so much pain.

Sue's reaction to Bob's admission was not quite as restrained though. Her face was tight with lines of anger as she heard Bob tell her that he knew she was just as responsible for his presence at the accident that had killed their daughter.

"Damn you Bob!" she said loudly. "I lost my daughter and you willingly let me blame you for it! You let me put walls up between us because you were worried about my feelings. You did nothing to try to pull me closer again!"

There were tears streaming down Bob's face as he relived the moment of the accident and the days after he had come home to Sue. The memories of the loss of his daughter and the realization that he might be losing his wife by inches and that there was nothing he could do about filled him with pain.

Erika stepped between the two and slipped an arm around their waists. Drawing them close to her, she said quietly, "Listen, you two. You both put yourselves into this situation because you stopped communicating. I'll bet that you never even considered joint counseling after the accident."

Veronica jumped in at this point. "Bobbi, as a feminist, let me tell you I'm disappointed in you! True you were trying to take the burden of the accident off Sue, but what makes you think women aren't strong enough to stand up to their mistakes, we are after all the stronger of the species. I hope this has taught you something!"

Both Sue and Bob had the grace to hang their heads and agree. Bob realized that much of how Sue had treated him was due to the fact that he had let her to it. Sue could see that she had made him the scapegoat for all of the bad things in her life.

Bob suddenly felt empty inside. All of the righteousness he had felt about Sue's behavior over the past year seemed to evaporate. How could he continue to blame her for all of his troubles when he had allowed her to do it to him? Was the reason she manipulated him into being in the pageant in the first place was because she blamed him for the accident? Things just snowballed between them from there.

"Bob...I'm sorry for everything that has happened. Please forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive Sue. I think that I'm as much to blame in this as you are."

Now Alex stepped into the group and as said, "Guys...Could I suggest that this might be grounds to try again?" This was the kind of thing that Alex and Erika were hoping for. If they could have arranged this, they could not have done a better job.

Before Bob could respond to Alex's statement, Sue went down on one knee before him.

"Bob, I've missed you all of these months. Would you please do me the honor and favor of being my husband again? Things will be different from now on."

Bob was completely taken aback at Sue's proposal and could only stand looking down at Sue. He wanted her back in his life the worst way and he wanted to be in her life just as much, but what would that life be like? Could they return to a loving, respectful life?

"Will things really be different, Sue? We have so much to work out."

"Bob, if you will come home to me, I promise that I'll be the most loving and considerate wife that any man has ever had." Sue's voice took on a bit of a plaintive tone. This was her last chance to get Bob back. A failure here would mean a failure of more than just her marriage. It would be a failure of herself as a person as well.

There was an audible gasp from the ladies around them at her declaration. Sue ignored their response; this was between Bob and herself. This was important to them both and, if it meant that she had to leave the membership of the club to pay more attention to her husband, which is what she would do. She had lost sight of too many important things in her life because of these women, and chasing after their approval now was not something she intended to do.

Bob reached out and took Sue's hands. "Sue, we never had the 'Love, Honor, and Obey' kind of marriage. We should be equals, the way we're supposed to be."

Sue threw her arms around him and said, "I can't wait to get you home again!" She looked into Bob's eyes and said with a happy smile, "I'd like to renew our wedding vows. How does a June wedding sound?" Happy cheers and applause surrounded them as Sue hugged him tightly.

"Of course I'll marry you again," Bob said. His smile could not get any bigger and his eyes were twinkling with tears. Then, just like a typical bride, he began planning the whole event right then. "Can we hold it here at the club? Do you think we'll have enough time? There are so many arrangements we need to take care of."

To shut him up and because she was glad to be able to hold him again, she grabbed him and kissed him.

When they came up for air and they looked around the circle of women. Bob looked down at his protruding chest and mumbled, "Whatever will I wear though? I don't think I'll fit into my old tux"

Sue laughed. "Honey, even without those hooters, you wouldn't fit. You've lost so much weight, that tux would look like a clown suit on you."

”That's not a problem,” Erika interrupted, "Do you remember the wedding dress that Malinda was asked to dispose of?" Bob just looked confused while Sue raised her eyebrows at being reminded of another stupid act and nodded. "She held on to it and she started altering it after she came to work for me."

Erika looked at Bob and said, "We’ve been hoping that you might wear it at some point."

In response to the surprised looks that Sue and Bob had at how Malinda would know to work on the dress, she looked back at them innocently and said, "Please...Everybody just knew that you would get back together at some point. We wanted to be ready."

Bob thought about that and said, "But I'm going to be the husband. Me...wearing a wedding gown doesn't sound like a very masculine way to start our marriage."

Sue's eyes danced with amusement as she teased him, "Of course you'll be the husband - but...after the wedding. — and maybe the honeymoon too. We'll see how that plays out. Remember, I'm not the one spinning around a stripper pole every night."

No one could have guessed that a meeting that had started on such a grim note would develop such a festive mood. In fact, it transmuted into an engagement party. Bob and Sue stayed glued to each other the entire time.

* * * * *

Despite his joy, the snide shots he had taken at Pierre preyed on Bob's mind throughout the party. Towards the end of the evening, Bob sought out Pierre and apologized for his bitchy comments. He offered Bobbi's friendship and assistance through the trials that he would face over the coming months. Bob grabbed Pierre and gave him a sisterly hug. Pierre started to cry. He said, "Sorry it's all those damn female hormones I'm taking, and I can’t believe you’re being so generous after what I did to you."

”My journey to become Bobbi was hard, both physically and emotionally”, Bob said, “and I’m sure I could make it easier for you."

Maybe Pierre would come in first place this time in the Pageant.

He looked at Pierre and asked, "Do you have a skill or a talent, like singing or decorating cakes?"

Bob started to think he might ask Pierre to be a bridesmaid at his wedding. He wondered what Pierre would look like in a nice tight corset, towering heels and a pink chiffon dress.

Not the end, but the beginning of a new life.