“Max I have a problem.”

“What's wrong now?”

“The publisher wants to meet me.”

“What's wrong with that?”

“He only publishes book from female authors.”

“Well your pen name is Sara Rae Hawke is that not enough?”

“No and neither was the picture that I used. He then wanted to talk to me.”

“Wait you talked to him? How, you are a man?” I pressed a button on the device circling my throat.

“I went through fifteen of these before I found one that sounded real.” He looks shocked as my voice was higher and softer. Perfect tone and pitch. Then he laughs.

“Why don't you just try another publisher?”

“Because he is the only one who hasn't rejected my story. Plus even if I published with another, his name guarantees a best seller, so will you help me?”

“Help you do what?”

“Cross dress, with this, all I have to do is wear this under a scarf and prevent him from getting too close.”

“Won't you have to shake his hand or something?”

“Yes but no closer.”

“Well you are small enough at five two, and you always got teased because you look like a girl.”

“Ya but without this my voice is really deep, even then I got hit on last week.” Max starts laughing. “It's not funny.” I punched him on the arm.
“Wow you still hit like a girl.”

“Shut up.” He continued to laugh.

“Okay I'll help you, geeze. First off you need a business suit that works well with a scarf. Pantyhose or leggings, heels, bra, gaff, panties, and makeup. Ya know, if you didn't grow your hair so long people might not think you are a girl.”

“Oh really? I got hit on with short hair too. Even with a buzz cut, but what is a gaff?”

“Oh it hides your penis, so even if you get aroused or someone gropes you lightly they can't tell.”

“No one is going to do that.”

“Still you better have it, then not.”

“Fine since you are the expert than you can get the stuff.”

“Ya I do have a few friends, but they are all taller than you.” I paled as I knew I would have to buy most of it myself. “We can get some of the more problematic items from my friend.”

“Okay then I will order the rest on the net.”

“Nope you don't know your sizes so you will have to go try it all on.” It was even worse, but, but, I could do this.

“Alright, shit.”

“Go and get the suit and all the accessories, but you'll need a list. I'll call my friend for the harder to get stuff. When do you need to meet him?”

“In three days.”

“Do you have to fly?”

“No, I'll drive up.”

“Okay.” I started on the list while he went to get his friend on the phone. Thirty minutes later he came back with his own list. We put the two together and worked on it until his friend came over.

“So good that you're coming to our side.” Jackie stated as Max let him/her in. “I have a few things that just may fit you.”

“Okay then set them on the table here.” I used the voice modulator, and he looked shocked. “Ooo, I want one of those.”
“If I get published then you can have it.” He jumped and giggled.

“Okay well first you need to strip down so we can do some measuring. How much do you weigh?”

“One twenty five.”

“Okay tell another one, you're too skinny for that.”

“One fifteen.”

“Much better.” He wrote that down on a new sheet of paper. In the end he had measured everything. Five two, 114, waist 26 hips 30, chest 32, inseam 32, shoe size eight female, and how long my arms were and a bunch of other little things just like a tailor would measure. “Good longer legs will be better.” He added a few things to the list and then pulled out what he brought.

“What is all this stuff?”

“Well this is things that women have and we have to adjust for. One is a breast form kit. You can't get naked I don't have those but if someone give you a hug or a squeeze then they will pass the test. I blushed as he tossed me one of them. It felt real, and it even had a nipple.

“Wow.”

“Okay let's see. Ah here it is now I have had a thirty two chest since I was in high school, but I still have one.” He tossed me a bra. “Put it on.”
“Okay?” I put it on and clipped before spinning it around like my ex girlfriend used to.

“Ooo, you have been studying.” He then pulled and adjusted the bra before he spent some time with the fake breasts. “Okay now you have a 32C. If you want bigger then you will need a new bra.”

“No this is fine.” He had adjusted them in such a way that what little loose skin on my chest was pushed together. I bounced a bit and was surprised at the weight. I flexed a bit and even the crease of cleavage didn't go away.

“This is weird.”

“You telling me. If I take off my glasses you look like a girl already.”

“Shut up.”

“Girls please. Now this is a gaff. Which I have as well so this is how you adjust it.” He went into detail and then sent me into the bathroom. I stood there with the thing in my hand. I then rushed to put it on before I lost my nerve. It was painful until I followed the optional direction. Still I was embarrassed even more when I came out. He inspected it as he told me to go into different sitting positions. He even made me double cross my legs. “Ooo, I wish I could still do that.”

“Okay now I look ridiculous.”

“No you don't. Now this will help shape your waist a bit better. You can get one with hooks that stretch. I wrote down the type, but here is a corset. It will slim down you waist nicely.” He had me slip it on and he spent some time adjusting it. He then measured it and let it out a hair.

“Good twenty two inches makes your hips stand out. My, my you do look better. I don't have any shoes that would fit, so will have to get some I suggest a simple two, two and a half in heel. Wider is better for balance but nothing beats a stiletto heel. Go get some sweats on and a tee shirt. We need to go shopping and get your hair and nails done. Ooo, do I see a make over in the future.”

“What now? I can barely breathe!”

“You want to do this you will have to start now. This way you will get over the first time excitement or embarrassment. Now go get dressed and don't forget these or the skirt may fit wrong.” He tossed me a pair of panties. I sighed and went to change.

“Wow I thought he would complain a bit more.”

“Well when you take a picture of him he will complain then again I will do it too. Love it when a girl is born.” I didn't have sweats so I put on a pair of skinny jeans I had that didn't fit but now with the girdle they were loose. A belt fixed that. I had a bit of trouble finding a tee shirt but I did find one and I tucked it in. The scarf didn't match at all, but I didn't want to have my deep voice giving me problems. It was a bit chilly outside, so once I had a hoodie on it wasn't so bad. I was a bit shocked as I caught myself in the mirror. I really did look like a plain girl. I smiled and then chuckled. It came out as a giggle which gave me shivers. Stepping out of the room I heard the fake clicks of cameras as both took my picture. I blushed as they took more.

“And here is Sara Rae Hawke upcoming writer of romance novels.”

“It is not a romance.” I fired back. “It is a science fiction mystery.”

“Alright let's go.” I never felt so embarrassed as we left. I felt that everyone was starring directly at me. I even got a cat call from the construction site. Jackie took the credit, but I swore one of them yelled I was the target. Really I thought. We got to the store and we walked in.

“Let me talk that way you won't be nervous.”

“Hello Jackie I see you have a new friend.”

“Oh yes, Hanna, this is Sara. She is in town and they lost her luggage can you believe that.”

“That is terrible.”

“Well she at least has her wallet. We need a suit with a nice pencil skirt, here are her measurements. Oh and some trial shoes.”
“Okay I have these sizes I think. What is the need of the suit?”

“An important meeting, not too expensive, but it should impress.”

“I think I have everything.” She roamed about the store looking at the paper and at me. I couldn't stop blushing. She finally came back and hung up each piece before going to get same shoes.

“I'll be right here if you need help.”

“Okay.” I replied quietly.

“Oh she is a shy one. I like that.” She purred which got me to blush again. She giggled as Jackie lead me to the changing room. He handed me things to put on.

“Really why stockings?”

“You can't wear socks with heels. Put everything on.” I took the rest off and put the calf stockings on. Then the blouse, which I fought with the buttons as they were backwards. The skirt came next and it was snug, but worked. I put on the jacket and came out. My face was burning as I realized I didn't have a single piece of masculine clothing on.

“Honey your skirt is on backwards.” Jackie leaned in spun it around and it set better. “Darling she is ready.”
“Not bad.” Hanna replied as she came over and checked everything. “The skirt is too long it needs to be higher. Oh and that scarf has to go.”
“It stays I get sick If my neck isn't covered.” I was glad I thought of that excuse, and she bought it. She handed over another skirt and she approved of the new one. Here this scarf is much better and it should cover better.”

“Thank you.” I went back in the booth to change it out. I came back out and Max took another picture. I just rolled my eyes.

“Honey you look good, but put on your heels.” I looked at them and carefully sat down. I was very aware that if I didn't do this right, she would notice. Okay wider heel better balance. No wide heel crap. I put one on and then the other. Jackie helped with the fit and then helped me stand. Baby steps I though. I took one step then another. I stepped out but the skirt hindered a longer stride. It was not bad. I thought I would break my ankle but I didn't even wobble.

“Yes now that looks good and such good posture.”

“Go girl swing those hips.” I giggled and smiled. I looked down and then back up brushing my hair out of my face.
“Wow you are even cuter.” Hanna purred. Why couldn't I stop blushing I never blushed?

“Thank you.”

“Tell you what those shoes are new and they'll work nicely with any suit. I'll go ring these up or do you think I should take anything in?” Hanna asked.

“Um, no you said it was fine. Plus I don't have much time.”

“Very well.” With the shoes and the scarf it wasn't much more than a male suit. I think she would have fainted if she knew it was a guy. Jackie told me she was only into girls.

“Alright we need some proper hose undies, and accessories. Oh and a purse to put your makeup in. Girl you are never going back to boy clothes when I am done with you.”

“I am only doing this to get my book published that's it.”

“Honey don't you... ow.” Max popped Jackie on the shoulder.

“He has his goal, don't distract him with something you don't know.” I sighed as they fought like this too many times already. I found it really interesting to not only walk in heels, but the skirt as well. The little bounce was oddly pleasant as well. I got another cat call and I just smiled as I flipped him off, but it felt good both ways. Could I really like to cross dress? I was getting a guilty thrill out of it. Jackie was quick as she loaded up a few pairs of thigh highs, panties, and simple bras. She added two chemises, a full hip and butt shaper, and other little items plus some items that made me blush. Razors and cream soaps and perfume. I actually picked it out as one of my ex girlfriends like Navy perfume and I liked it too as it was subtle. Adding the pantyhose really changed things and made me aware of how hairy my legs were. Good thing that these were jet black, but they didn't go that well with the suit or the scarf.

“Okay I got a friend that will do your nails. I mean you have a good start but they need some help.”

“I could just paint them couldn't I. No need to have them done.”

“Honey you never write half of a book do you?”

“No, but...”

“No buts. You are going to look, walk, and feel like a woman anything less and he will noticed. One thing I don't need to teach you how to walk or sit. You're a natural.” I stopped and Max bumped into me. I turned and slapped his chest. “Ooo, you did that perfectly.” I blushed.

“Hey aren't you going to hit her?”

“No she is a girl.”

“Oh, thank you.” Jackie then hugged me pressing her very real breasts against my cheeks. I felt aroused and now it hurt. Sure she was still male, but I couldn't ignore it. We had to take the subway to get to the salon Jackie went to. I guess the place was really one stop spa.

“Hello Jackie good that you came early we're slow today.”

“Oh I 'm not needing anything but this little kitten is. Nails, hair, makeup.”

“Oh got date tonight?”

“No a business meeting.”

“Ah simple yet refined got it.” She took my hands. “Good thick nails what do you want?”

“Um, natural french tip?” The lady thought for a second then played with my hair.

“Okay full package simple. French tip bit of shaping and highlights for hair. Pedicure as well. Hmm, leg wax?”

“No I will shave later.” I nervously answered, blushing yet again. “I washed my hair this morning so it just needs...”

“Don't tell me how, now take off jacket and scarf.” I started to panic and then sighed. I could keep silent right? In no time they had my hair washed and some one was working on my feet as well as my hair.

“Oh I love this place. They don't waste time.” Jackie stated as she watched. Max went to get something to eat and my stomach growled at the thought of it. I was impressed that the woman working on my feet didn't complain. As the hair dresser added the highlights the lady was giving my nails french tips as well. I was stunned as my feet went from manly to feminine. I was shocked speechless once my hair was done and my eyebrows plucked. That hurt, but the change was impressive even without makeup. Next came my finger nails and I was smiling as she finished, but I wasn't done yet.

“Keep it simple and light. She has good even tone so just accent her face so it pops.” Jackie suggested. Cleanser, base, a light foundation, then the woman added mascara, eyeliner, eye shadow, and darkened my eyebrows. She did my lips in light lavender to match my eyes and then finished with a bit of color to my cheeks. I strangely felt good and giddy. I gasped as I saw the effect. I was gone and only Sara remained.

“Good no? Speechless even better.”

“Mmm hmm.” was all I could do, but I think I made up for it with my smile. I had to pee and put my modulator back on. I went into the bathroom and I was near tears on how good I looked, but I resisted as I didn't want the makeup to ruin. I dabbed the corners of my eyes. Still having hair on my legs was now annoying, but my feet felt really soft and smooth. I sighed in relief as I peed then giggled as I had sat down. Putting him away was easier the second time around. What a strange day.

“Okay you look like million dollars.” I smiled as I paid her. Never paid more than fifteen bucks for a hair cut, but that was five years ago. I thought I would be out five hundred in all, but I still had enough for a good late lunch with Jackie. Max frowned as I paid for both meals. I had to put most of mine in a take home box as the corset really restricted my stomach. I smiled as Max and Jackie took more pictures and Jackie had me pose next to Max. I felt good and got a bit silly leaning against him and placing my hand on his chest. I finished with giving him a kiss on the cheek that made him blush for once.

“You happy?”

“Yup I have my revenge.” He smiled as he slapped my ass. I blushed as I squealed. Jackie was laughing while I think she was filming. I was enjoying myself so much I had started acting different. My legs may have itched and my feet hurt, but I was full of energy. I wanted to get home take it all off shave and put it all back on again with the other items. I ate right away once the corset was off. Which is exactly what Jackie wanted me to do after I finished eating and she helped me do everything step by step. Once it was dark outside my few chest and leg hairs were gone and my skin moisturized. She insisted I shaved my armpits and wouldn't quit complaining until I did. I won't say what the last thing I did, but I wouldn't have to go for a few days. I got dressed again and a few more pictures this time with nude leggings.

“Now to put these on the TV.” Jackie purred. I was silent and frozen as I went from the man I knew to the woman I was now. “Tomorrow we work on your moves and makeup. You will need to learn exactly how this face came out.” Jackie waited for me to respond, but I was too shocked to say or do anything. I knew I wanted my book published, but I never expected this. “Well I'll be back tomorrow oh and you better shave the rest and use all the soaps and creams. You'll thank me.” She left. I didn't move for nearly an hour as I had fallen in love with the woman I saw

Read Day Zero First.

Day One.

I had stripped down last night and finished shaving every place I could reach. I even used the hair cream after I had shaved cause I just couldn't get smooth enough. For giggles I left a little strip just like one of my exes did. I felt really good with no hair. I had bathed last night but after relieving myself I was again in the bath soaking up the lavender and strawberry scents. I washed my hair with vanilla shampoo and enjoyed the scent as I blow dried it after using baby oil to lock in the moisture. Funny that the baby oil had always been a part of my routine, but now with no hair it was erotic. I had washed and cleansed my face last night and used the overnight facial mask. My face glowed in the harsh bathroom lights. Shaking out the now dry hair I could see way more of Sara in my face now that my hair was highlighted and feathered. I smiled and applied a scented lip gloss. I wasn't ready to put on makeup just yet.

I blushed again for feeling guilty that I had enjoyed dressing up, but a switch had been flipped last night. I was no longer nervous being seen. Being caught on the other hand would be another problem, but wasn't that the thrill of being in drag? You either flaunted that you were a man in a dress or you dared someone to discover you? I wasn't wanting to be caught at all. I needed to blend in so well that no one could tell. Once my gaff, panties, bra, thigh high nylons and breast inserts were in place and looking like last night I put on a tee and shorts. It felt good. I even put on my modulator still amazed that it could change my voice as I walked around. I had put on the heels as I watched the makeup videos on the net. Someone knocked on the door. I had a light base applied and I felt I had it blended really well.

“Hey Sean you awake yet?” Max yelled through the door. I swung the door open and he paused. “Whoa, hey is... dammit.” I giggled as he walked in. “I thought you had enough of this last night. Can't this wait until Monday?”

“Max I can't believe you thought I was someone else.”

“Well I didn't think Sara would answer the door did I. Why are you dressed up again and in heels?”

“I need the practice and Jackie should be over at any time, so what do you think?”

“Think about what?”

“My first time applying makeup.”

“You're wearing makeup?”

Yes, I mean I'm not done yet, but I have the base on. I just need to do my eyes and highlight my cheeks. I can do your face if you want.”

“No thank you. Hey I thought you might want to watch the game?”

“Then turn it on.”

“No the neighborhood game like we always do.”

“Oh ya duh, when Jackie gets here we can, but then again she is going to coach me on my movements.”

“Hell I confused you with a girl this morning, I think you got it.”

“Ha ha no there are subtle clues and since you are a close friend you are only going to pick up the feminine actions I have adopted and not the ones I am missing.”

“Well other than how you are sitting with your legs crossed and in heels, did I mention you have great legs, I haven't really noticed anything else?” I blushed and gasped lightly. He took me of guard with his honesty. Almost like he was embarrassed by admitting it.

“Thank you I'm flattered. I do think they are my best feature.” I uncrossed them and recrossed them the other way watching him follow the movements. I tucked my foot under my calf and giggled. This time he look a bit red in his face. I didn't want to tease him, so I brought up my web page.

“Look I took a photo from last night and changed the pictures from my sister to me.”

“Hey that is much better, but shouldn't you have kept the others as well?”

“Sure I could but I can copy them with new poses. Oh and I need the ones you took as well. You might have a few better ones.” Max took out his phone took a picture before handing it over. A few minutes later I had the pictures organized and sorted. He sure did like my legs. I was wondering if he knew I noticed. Constantly moving my foot was drawing his attention. I then remembered the one girl friend he had and how extra long her legs were. I giggled at the memory.

“Hey can you turn off the voice? It is really distracting.” I looked at him in the mirror and smiled as he was still fixated on my legs. I switched over to the video.

“I don't think I could. I need to get into character and remain that way.” he moaned and I just smiled as I hit play.

“Honey darling I'm home.” Jackie declared as she just walked in making us both jump.

“Jackie you're supposed to knock.” Max complained.

“Nonsense the door was open.”

“Do you always walk in?” I asked. “What if I was naked or something?”

“Then I would be shocked of course. My you look really good Sara, and you are already doing your face. Wow, and look at those legs. You are going to give Max a heart attack.” We both blushed and Jackie returned a big smile. He was in jeans and a tee shirt. Being only the second time I saw him I was wondering why he wasn't in drag like yesterday. He was handsome in his own way. Not rugged like Max do to his smooth face and sculpted eyebrows, but other than that he was a he today.

“I am not attracted to Sean.” Max protested.

“Oh please he has been drooling over them all morning.”

“What I have only been here twenty minutes.”

“Busted and seriously she has great legs.”

“Will you stop calling him, a her?” Max demanded.

“Ooo, we hit a touchy subject. No Max we can't. This is not a case of dressing up in drag. She has to suspend her own disbelief, and being referred to in the feminine will only reinforce it. She has to be believable to everyone.”

“Is that why you are dressed up already?”

“Yes.” Strange that it felt like a lie, but I did read a few blogs that the best way was to live it. I was feeling guilty as I was enjoying it even with just shorts and a tee on. I did have everything else on and that is what made the difference. “I watched a few videos and read up on it.”
“Need help with your makeup? I brought my own kit and I visited a friend she had a few blouses and skirts for you to try on.”

“It is for one day the suit will be enough won't it?” Max asked.

“No it won't. What if she gets a stain or splashed. She will have to have a emergency outfit and something for the next two days to wear.” Jackie explained while he pulled out the items in question along with his makeup kit.

“Fine but I guess I won't understand.”

“That's is okay dear you are just a man.” I started laughing as he was one also. Max chuckled and then laughed as I giggled.

“I say you sure are dedicated. I looked up that modulator and they are not cheap.”

“How much did you pay for that thing?”

“Enough to have self published by now. Still could, but I want the world to read my books not just a few thousand.”

“I hate to say this, but is your book that good that you have to do all this? Why didn't the other publishers pick up your story?” Max questioned.

“It is not them, but what I want. I know I have a best seller, but I can't see one of their editors working with me to make it one. I have read and talked to the other authors even got a rough draft from one of the last best sellers. The story was the same, but each character was better refined the story flowed perfectly. I felt I lived the book when I read the final version, yet I couldn't tell that anything had really changed. This company polishes the story and the author until it is perfect. They even gave me an example for my own story and it matched what my mind saw. I have to have them publish the story.”

“Alright, but I still don't see the value of doing this.”

“It is not something you can understand Max. You will in the end.”

“Okay well you finish your face and we can go watch the game.”

“No she needs to be coached.”

“You coached him all yesterday. I think he picked up on it all the way. I know how he learns. He is my best friend since we were five. He is a doer.”

“Yes, but anything needs a bit of practice before testing it in public.” Max rolled his eyes and got up from the chair. I turned back to my face and the video. Jackie ran a commentary for the rest of the time. It wasn't really distracting and it did help. I had the normal natural look from yesterday, and I smiled as Sara smiled back at me.

“Beautiful girl, damn I wish I had your face.” I blushed and I didn't think I would stop. “Here I have a skirt that will go with a tee shirt.”
“Um, I have the corset on, but I couldn't get it tight.” I stood up and Jackie pulled it tight. “Can you tighten it more?”

“No it is giving you a subtle figure and your body is adjusting to it. Plus no need to tighten it until Monday morning. The fact that it is on is important. Oh I brought the cutest sandals and in your size. No reason to hide those toes of yours.” He pulled them out of the box and they were nice.

“Thank you.”

“Now go put these on and this tee. No reason to wear a plain tee when you can flaunt it. I went and changed and dabbed the perfume in the right places. I was glad I did shave under my arms as the sleeves were very short. The tee shaped to my figure. Strange that I thought figure instead of body. I adjusted the skirt until the skirt lined up with the tee. I spun in the mirror and knew I would have to be careful. Just the wrong movement and I would show off my panties. I smiled as I got a kick watching anime just to see the fan service of panty shots. The sandals were flats and it felt odd not to be taller. Strange how just after a day I had gotten used to the new height. Jackie made me practice standing, sitting, hand placement, arm movement, how to curtsy which was funny. The skirt made me highly aware of any wrong position. Even drinking from a glass or a can was different for a woman and a man. Max watched TV while I was taught. He even helped out as Jackie was too tall for me and that he a was better height match. The placement of my arm and hand if holding his arm, or holding him if we were to dance.

“Okay now when holding hands you have to be lead just like if you were dancing. Always let his arm lead and yours trail.”
“Come on she is not going to be lead around by the hand.” I giggled as I took his hand. He complained but let me. I looked up at him and he looked frustrated.

“Very good and it may happen. Oh and Max it is working you just referred to Sara as a she.”

“No I didn't she...he dammit. Hey let go.” I pouted at him and held fast. “Okay I said it. Sara... are you happy now?” I giggled and then kissed him on the cheek just to add to his embarrassment I brushed the spot with my thumb, before settling back on my heels.

“That was perfect. Oh, My, Gawd, you two are so cute together.” Max pulled free as we both laughed. He slowly began to chuckle himself. Even thought I was laughing I felt ashamed that we had teased him. He really was a sweet guy. I shook my head what the hell was I thinking? I smiled wow could I be getting too involved in this? No it was just the situation. I never had any thoughts of swinging both ways. It was just so fun to tease him. I knew Max did have one encounter to this day he never explained, I wondered if this was something he hid from me. How did he know Jackie? I decided to see just how far I could get him out of his comfort zone.

“Okay I'm ready how do I look?”

“You look great darling.” I beamed Jackie a smile, and looked to Max.

“Um, you look like a girl?” I smiled even wider.

“Thank you Max.” I could tell he was glad to go. I took the purse and a sweat jacket in case I got cold. The wind fluttered the skirt as soon as we got outside. I got goosebumps feeling the wind up my skirt and on the exposed portion of my thighs. It wasn't a bad feeling and I started to enjoy it as we walked. Max was on one side and Jackie on the other. I felt somehow protected as we walked side by side. As more people crowded the side walk Jackie fell back to observe and make room.

When we got closer to the park, I took my first step to tease him as I took his arm. I don't think he noticed right away, but as it thinned out a bit I remained on his arm. Having him there prevented any cat calls, but I got plenty of looks at me, then him. He didn't say anything so I stepped it up a notch by sliding my arm down and taking his hand. I looked up at him in the corner of my eye and he didn't look down. I moved closer and put my other hand on his arm as it got crowded again. Again he didn't look at me and so I stepped it up again by leaning my head against his shoulder. Now he had to comment or object, but I waited and nothing happened. I heard Jackie chuckle and he finally noticed enough to step sideways, but he didn't let go. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back, but he looked so conflicted. I giggled and pulled closer to him. Again resting my head on his arm.

“Oh what a cute couple.” an older lady said to her friend as we passed. Max sighed and I knew he wasn't going to say anything. I couldn't keep from smiling this was just too much fun. I finally released him as we found a place to sit. I sat on my jacket and didn't completely give him a break as I sat as close as I could. A big man on his side kept him from moving away and Jackie on my side started to inch closer as well. I looked up at her frowning and she winked before whispering.

“You are driving him nuts. Keep it up girl.” We giggled. It did bother me that I couldn't scream like I wanted to when our team made a good play. The modulator just couldn't handle it, but I whistled or clapped as best as I could. The game was a close one and we had won one finally. We headed out and decided to go eat.

“Hey Max.” Max froze as he was called. He tried to pull away, but I squeezed his hand. He sighed and gave me a dirty look which refreshed my smile.

“Hey Pete what's up?”

“Nothing much, but I saw this lovely lady on your arm and had to say hello.” Max chuckled. I let his hand free so they could shake hands. I knew Pete just as well as Max did, so I was nervous, but the thrill of Max getting called out for holding my hand would be too good to pass up. Pete took my hand and I was surprised he didn't try to kiss it.

“Pete this is Jackie and this here is Sara.”

“What a lovely name for a lovely girl.” He than did kiss my hand and I blushed.

“Oh a blusher I like that.” My face burned now, and my legs felt weak. What was wrong with me?

“Thank you you're too kind.”

“Ah you got yourself a quiet mouse.”

“Ya look um I'd love to chat, but the wind is picking up and we are a bit hungry.” Max stated.

“Sure, sure no problem. Hey mind if I tag along?”

“No not at all.” I replied before Max could. He took my hand and squeezed hard in protest. I dug in my new nails and he let up. We walked to the restaurant and I could feel the anger as he glared at me. I just grinned back at him and giggled.

“So how did you two meet?”

“Oh we have known each other for awhile. Him and Sean are good friends. I'm his sister Sara.” Max gave me a confused look.

“I thought his sister name was Michelle?”

“Oh I'm his other sister. He doesn't talk about me much. He doesn't like me sleeping with Max.” Max choked on his drink. “You okay sweetie.” Jackie coughed to hide her laughter.

“Fine, fine, but let's not bore him with personal matters.”

“It's not that personal.” Pete chuckled.

“Well you look good together, but I have to warn you he is a player.” Pete warned.

“I know, but I can't see him that often and I know he has needs. I let him play as long as he tells me every little detail.” Max always bragged about the girls he has been with. Hell I saw a few of them naked and got laid a couple of times just because he couldn't get them both in his bed. In fact my last couple of girlfriends were friends with the girl he slept with. Maybe that was why I couldn't keep a girlfriend? This shocked Pete as he looked at both of us.

“TMI, Sara his eyes almost popped out.” I giggled as Jackie laughed. As the meal went on I continued to act like the girlfriend. I even freshened up my lipstick right there at the table. I flirted with Pete and it just aggravated Max even more. Half way back to my apartment he finally had enough and pulled away from me.

“What's wrong?”

“What's wrong you have been hanging on me all day. I hate clingy women. What am I saying you're a guy?!”

“Keep it down you're going to cause a scene. Plus I didn't mind at all.”

“Sara the man has been teased enough. I will give you A for effort.”

“Thank you now can we wait until we're back at the apartment?”

“Fine, but you are really pushing our friendship, Sara.” I smiled as he called me Sara. He hadn't called me Sean since we left my place. We walked in silence until I shut the door.

“Okay Max I am sorry for acting like your girlfriend, but it was fun teasing you. You could have stopped at any time, but you didn't.”

“I wanted to, but then we ran into Pete and I couldn't really stop or it would have looked odd.”

“If I may Max you took her hand more than she took yours. You even rested your hand on her knee.” We both blushed as Max got frustrated.

“Hold up he didn't do that.”

“Yes he did and you put your hand on top of his. I should have recorded it, but my memory is full.” We both looked shocked. I was really shocked and hung my head. “Hey don't be upset. I have seen this plenty of times. You got way too far into your role. You are such a natural. Everything is measured, no flamboyant movements. I would have to take you out and ask the ladies, but I think they will peg you for a real girl everyone of them. I shot up and smiled.

“Really? Jackie no one gets that good.”

“It fooled you and all I have done is watch videos and other women. I didn't think I could pull it off, but the less Jackie corrected me the more relaxed I got.” Max went to say something and then gave off a pained expression. We waited for him to speak, but the silence remained for a few minutes.

“Let's go out tonight. You can meet the girls and Max can tag a long. No hand holding. The first person who grabs his or her hand will have to kiss, full tongue no exceptions.”

“Yes ma'am.” Max replied and blushed as I smiled at him. There was something I just wasn't catching.

“Good now I have to get ready. You two need to set some boundaries or you will damage your friendship.” Jackie got up grabbed his case and was gone before we moved.

“So um, did you like the game?” I touched the switch.

“Ya it was good.” He jerked his head as my voice was deeper. Odd that it was.

“Hey Sara you don't have to turn it off.”

“Actually it started to beep. I need to charge it.” I got up and hooked it up. Power was at sixty percent so I hoped he didn't catch the lie.

“It's strange hearing your normal voice. I was liking what the modulator did. Still can't believe it can do that.”

“Ya I was just looking for one for over the phone, but when I read what it claimed I had to try it.”

“Um, can I date your sister, cause I keep thinking of her.”

“You know that is not going to happen. How many times has she shot you down?”

“Six, not including the times I was joking. I think that is why I didn't complain. You act a lot like her at times.”

“Well you know I am straight so don't get any ideas.” He laughed and I joined him, but the look he gave me made me wonder if he truly was. How would I react if he kissed me, or how would he react if I did the same thing? I blushed as I sat there.

“Hey so no holding hands right?” My face burned as I nodded.

“Alright I am going to change and Sara?”

“Ya.”

“Dress sexy, but not slutty and ah, don't be shocked.”

“Okay?” He got up and left. I wanted to stop him, but I didn't. I smiled knowing that he still didn't call me Sean. I felt strangely warm knowing that.

“Uh! What am I thinking!” I got busy straightening the living room and then the bedroom, before moving onto the bathroom. By that time it was time to get ready. I refreshed my makeup I only added a wing to each eye and darkened the eye shadow. Then I put on the red lipstick and went a bit bolder carefully adding a border to my lips like I had seen some girls do. I liked the change. Jackie had left a few other things and wonder if he had bought them. The leather pencil skirt fit perfectly, but the blouse felt tight. I would need the corset tightened. I went to the bathroom nearly forgetting to free myself as I sat down. Strange that I had to force myself to go standing up. I sprayed more perfume on and smiled as I did one last check.

The scarf looked a little off, but I couldn't leave it off. My goal was not to get discovered and Jackie's friend would be a tough test. I wasn't even thinking as I left and locked up.

“Hello there.”

“Oh hi.” I nearly freaked seeing Megan there.

“Doesn't Sean live there?”

“I'm his sister Sara. I'm apartment sitting.” She looked puzzled for a bit.

“Oh okay, do you know when he will be back?”

“Tuesday I think. He went upstate for something he didn't really say.”

“Ah so you came here to be closer to the action.” I giggled.

“No, well I am going out, but with a few friends of mine. Max said he would show me around.”

“Uh huh, I saw you two and I think you are more than friends.” I blushed and she smiled. She was so far from the truth.

“You want company?” She asked and then she licked her lips. I had suspected that she was that way, but I didn't expect her to show it. I took a mini step back and she stepped in close. “You smell really good, and I like your perfume.” She leaned in and I felt her breath on my neck.

“Please?” She was making me nervous as she was very close to the modulator. I felt it nearly engage as she had whispered. She backed up and I let out my breath slowly.

“You are all wound up. I should take you with me as I know I excite you. Hmm, maybe I shouldn't let such a mouse free.” She came closer then she growled. My gaff hurt. I feared it would fail revealing who I was. She smiled and walked to her door. I found myself waving back to her as she vanished inside. Her door was left open and I fought not to enter her apartment. It would have been a very bad idea, so I slowly went down the stairs while wanting to run. I should have relieved myself before leaving but part of me knew that if I went back into my apartment I never would have come back out. Two times I was almost caught. I then smiled as I didn't get caught. I made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“Hey.” I froze before turning around.

“Sorry I came on so strong.”

“Its okay, Megan.” I smiled and scooted out the door. She watched me go.

How did she know my name? Megan wondered. It wasn't until I was near Max's apartment that I realized I called her by name. I argued with myself and figured that she didn't know, but there was still doubt. Max must have been waiting as he came out before I got to the door. I stopped dead as I saw him.

“Seen a ghost or something?”

“Goth?”

“Ya um, I like to be a little dark some times.”

“I thought you only wore that during Halloween?”

“Hey I found I like the attention. Come on Sara were a bit late.” He reached for my hand. I pulled away.

“I am not kissing you.”

“What afraid of a little black lipstick?” I was a bit stunned until he laughed. “Got ya.” I chuckled shaking my head.

“I think we would make an interesting pair. All I would need is a collar?” He stopped as I giggled.

“You would do that?” I froze as I blushed from the seriousness. He then slowly smiled before laughing.

“Damn I should have brought a collar.” I pounded his chest not really thinking. “Hey that's enough geeze, you really do act like a girl now.”

“I had a good teacher.”

“Wait I forgot something.”

“Don't you dare bring a collar.”

“Relax I forgot my wallet. Plus not all goth are into that stuff.” What would she do if he collared her? No, no what was he thinking. This was Sean he was thinking about. Still he couldn't resist sticking the collar and leash in his pocket. He had more than one time or another collared a girl for the night. He then paused again. No if he were to collar anyone he really needed to do it right. It was a long time before he learned the true meaning of a collar, but it wasn't until this second that he accepted. He put the collar back on the hook to put away later and left.

“About time.”

“I'm sorry, but I had to think.”

“You left me standing here to think.”

“Hey relax, its still daylight.” I shivered as I caught what he thought I was mad at him about. He offered his arm. “Just don't hold my hand.” I laughed as I took his arm, and my new fear vanished. He was really good cover.

“Oh my, you really did come, and together no less.”

“We did.”

“So what do you think of Max now?”

“Well I never would have guessed.” I hit him. “And he should have told me.”

“Ouch come on. I didn't think you would have understood, but I guess I owe you an apology. I'm sorry.”

“Hey I always knew you were a deviant.”

“That won't do. A kiss would seal it better.” We looked at each other and laughed nervously. I really wish I didn't blush so much.

“I don't think so Jewel. She's just a friend.”

“Not how I heard it.”

“Jackie.” I complained as my blush faded. “Don't you start.”

“Well you are dangerously close. I really don't see the problem.” I let go of his arm and then took hers.

“I think we have something to discuss?”

“I think we don't, but come into our world and discover what really lies in your heart.”

“Oh here she goes again.” Jewel sighed. We laughed either knowing or not knowing what was meant. We followed Jackie and Jewel to a large lounge table. I looked around and saw a mix of men and women. I wondered how many were cross dressing? Half of them were obvious the rest I was not so sure. Jackie clapped her hands.

“Ladies and gents, you all know Max, but I want you to greet Sara. She came here visiting and you all have to convince her to stay. Okay Sara I will start on this side. The scary one there is Freddie, next to him is Kim, Randy, Luke, Vivian, Wendy, Fiona, and Sable.” They all stood and waved or bowed.

“Since Sara is new the bet must be made.”

“What bet?” I asked.

“Wait I'll get to it kitten. Now as you see she is she or is she. Is she dom or sub or neither? You all have two hours to decide.”

“I am not going to be a part of any bet.”

“I said hush it is not your decision kitten.” I held my tongue. “Hmm, she listened.”

“Well Max hasn't claimed her that can go either way.”

“Max I 'm leaving.” I walked off. I wasn't a piece of meat to be ridiculed.

“See I told you it could back fire.” Fiona countered.

“I'll go get her.” Jewel stated.

“No she is my friend.” Max stopped Jewel as he went after me. He caught up to me as I headed for the bar. I needed a drink before I went.

“Hey it is not a joke.”

“I don't care if they can't take the time to just hang out then I don't need them.”

“You came here to see a different side. That is part of it. Sure they are judging you, but not in a bad way. It will open your eyes come on.”

He took my hand and I pulled it away. “Oh shit.” Max looked around an hoped Jackie didn't see that.

“Fine but if I hear them making any reference to the bet I'm gone.”

“Still we could play them.”

“How?”

“Well think about it. You act one way and then another. They'll pick what you appear to be. If they are all wrong then you get the pot.”

“Now that is cheating.”

“No they will expect it.”

“Fine, but I need a drink first.” I walked back with Max after I got a drink.

“Okay the bet is on, but if she hears anyone talking she will leave.” I hung at his side sipping my drink.

“And you can't ask me because I know.” Jackie added. From there it went a lot better. I really started to enjoy myself and I didn't try to pretend to be anything else, but who I was. I believed Jewel was a dom as she constantly tried to get me to do stuff or put me in a passive aggressive situation. I would walk away or just say no. I may present as shy, but I didn't cave. Vivian got me to do some things, but nothing to uncomfortable. A few of them tried to move my scarf to see my throat, but I don't think I let them. Randy begged for me to give her a hint, but I said no. She nearly asked to be my sub which I thought about for a few minutes before blushing. The two hour limit went by and they stopped hinting or asking. I was well on my way as my face glowed more from the alcohol then from me blushing. I really liked Wendy but like me she wore a scarf. I was sure she was a guy, but I wasn't so sure.

“Okay now it is midnight and time to close the bet. I have everyone's vote here and do any of you want to change? No, yes? Too bad. Sara please stand up.”

“No you sit down.” They all chuckled. I then stood up. “Okay drum roll.” They all tapped or pounded on the table. “Stop! We have nine vote eight of them said female, one male, seven for sub and two for dom. No votes for neither. So Sara who are you.” I reached up and hit the off switch.

“I am male and neither or better yet undecided.”

“What happened to your voice?” Wendy asked. I pulled the scarf loose and showed them the modulator. I hit a button and my female voice came back and again and I sounded like a child.

“So I that is my toy.”

“I heard about that. Didn't believe it at all. Now I want one.” Fiona declared.

“So who voted male?” Jewel raised her hand.

“I was sure you were a sub.”

“Never was good at following instructions.”

“Okay now there is one more thing to handle.” Jackie stated. I thought it would be the bet money. “Now you saw how they voted eight of them claimed you are female. That is the best grade you can get. On the other hand they believe you are a submissive. I would think hard on that one and maybe try it. The last thing is that we had a deal. No holding hands with Max. You both broke that deal Max twice and you once. Raise your hands.” I raised my hand with Max and our pinkies were linked.

“Linking pinkies is not holding hands.”

“Okay, but Max took you by the hand to the dance floor.”

“No he had her wrist.” Kim corrected.

“Still no matter They held hands and they knew they did at the bar before coming back.” We both frowned.

“How could you see us from here?”

“I have my spies. Plus it is on tape.”

“Okay so what is so wrong with that?” Freddie asked.

“Because they have to kiss like lovers. They agreed.”

“But I'm not gay.” we both countered.

“No but you know Max what you are capable of. Sara doesn't know herself. Now you agreed and I plan on collecting. Now.” I felt Jackie's voice get deep. I even jumped a bit. Max looked at me and I looked up at him. I think we both were pretty drunk. I froze as he searched my eyes. He had broke the deal he had to... He kissed me, and I kissed him back. All my new friends cheered us on. My heart pounded in my chest and I never felt anything so strong. Wendy got up and broke the spell.

“You kissed my girlfriend.”

“Ya I did, but wow um I gotta go.” Max walked off.

“Wait Max?” I rushed after him. It felt good and warm it was sensual and I had no attraction of him as a male. I knew that, but anyone who kisses that good I couldn't complain. Sable chased after both of us. She caught up to us as we left the club.

“Max stop.”

“No Sable you don't control me.” Max replied.

“You will stop or I will punish you.” Max stopped and turned.

“You can't win this one Sable. Not then not now.”

“I don't want to win. I just want you to realize that it was just as kiss.”

“No it wasn't. I felt it. Now we have ruined our friendship over a stupid deal.”

“Um, Max I am okay with it.”

“Shut up and sit down.” I sat on the nearby wall. I blinked as he stared. Did I really just sit. I tried to stand. “I said sit.” Now I was in shock as I wanted to stand, but I remained seated. Was I a sub?

“You are making a mistake because you can't face your own feelings.” Sable stated. Freddie, Jackie, and Jewel came out to stand by her. “You claim to be a dom, but you are not. You don't have the will to let a sub dominate your life.”

“That is correct.” Freddie added. “I think you should sit as well.” Max sighed and sat next to me.

“Sara come to me kitten.” Jewel demanded. I looked to Max and he wasn't looking at me. “Its okay.” I got up and went to her. I knew she was female now, though I had my doubts all evening. She hugged me and I don't know why but I felt comfort under her arms.

“Ya well I don't listen very well either.” Sable chuckled.

“You do have a point, but Sara I bet has never let anyone order her around but she just let you. Her friendship is greater than her will to resist. I don't even think Jewel could get her to listen. Wendy might, but she is not attracted by the life style. She submitted to you kissing her and you did it. Jackie told me how she hangs on you. You both know each other so well. Who do you see with Jewel?”

“I see Sara... I mean Sean.”

“No you don't see Sean. He is your best friend, but Sara is what to you? An attraction you don't understand.”

“I do understand it. I know what is under that skirt, but I want it all. I want her.”

“Sara do you want him like he does?”

“He is my friend and my friendship come first, but I am not aroused, maybe curious, but I think that is a line I can't cross. The kiss showed me that. That it was not sexual in nature. It was sensual, and I would do it again, but not further.”

“Would you do it if he told you to?” Freddie asked.

“I think that would break everything, but the kiss made us stronger.”

“You're not mad.”

“No.”

“But I saw your face how the deal didn't sit well with you.”

“But her face accepted when it came time to kiss. You are not gay, but you accept that and such a thing as a kiss you can share without going further.” Jackie stated. “That is a bond you can rely on.”

“Max let's go home?” I held out my hand. Jewel let me go, but she stayed very close behind me. Max looked at Freddie and he nodded before Max stood. He took my hand and the others giggled.

“Well they just couldn't leave it at one kiss.” Wendy stated as the rest of them joined us. We both chuckled. “I think Sara has to kiss him and he will let her.” Max pulled me close and I pushed up on my toes and I kissed him. It was better than the first time and my leg raised in the classic pose. I panted when we pulled away at the same time.

“You sure?” He asked.

“Ya, but um, you need a mint.” He laughed and tried to kiss me again as I squirmed out of his arms.

Awe, chaste love.” Randy remarked.

I woke up with a really bad headache. There is a weight on my chest and it was in addition to the fake breasts. I look over and see thick black long hair. Last night went hazy after the kiss. The person rolled over and I sighed as it was Jewel. I sighed in relief, but seeing as I only had my bra on. I wondered where the rest went. I eased out of bed and saw the items littered around the room. I took off the bra and jumped in the shower. I felt so good as I lathered myself up and ran the razor over my legs. I didn't need it, but I did it anyways. I padded into the kitchen and got two bottles of Gatorade. I popped the aspirin and emptied half of my bottle. I padded back through the living room and freeze as I heard a giggle. I looked and Wendy is laying on the floor next to I think Max. I smile and point to the kitchen and the bottle. She nods, but she looked between my legs. I had a nice view of her breasts so I didn't mind. I quietly closed the door and got back on the bed.

“Did I give you permission to get up, Sara.”

“No but Sean did.” She looked at me and my lack of clothing. Then she pouted.

“I want my Sara.”

“Sunday is a day of rest. Here drink even if you don't like it. I am sure you have a headache.”

“Hmm, you will be punished later.”

“I am not sure what happened last night, but I did make it clear I wasn't a sub.”

“Oh you were, now I guess I will have to remind you.” I still didn't remember after we finished, but she recreated the fun we had. It lacked the tone, but my imagination took over.

“Are you two done in there?” Wendy asked as she knocked on the door.

“Yes.”

“Then can we get our clothes?”

“Wait why are their clothes in here?” I asked.

“Whoops.” I paled wondering now what truly happened. Both Max and Wendy came in and searched the floor and furniture for their clothing. I was completely under the covers worrying about if certain things happened.

“Sara you don't have to hide.” Max assured. I peaked out from the covers. He chuckled and then winked. I paled again.

“Oh stop picking on him.” Jewel warned. “I could train Wendy and then you will pale.” That failed as he smiled.

“Okay so what is the objective for today?” Wendy asked.

“I think I will relax. You all gave me the confidence to be a woman in front of strangers. I mean you couldn't tell?”

“I had you pegged, but it was just the way you flirted with me.” Wendy replied. “I think once you get dressed we can refine what I saw.”
“You just want me as Sara.”

“Well you are a bit more willing...” She let what she was thinking go unsaid. We all chuckled.

“I am hungry and I don't feel like leaving. Who wants to help me cook?”

“I will.” Max surprised me.

“You cook? You would burn water if you could.” I teased.

“Ya well we need to talk about a few things.” I shrugged and we went to the kitchen. It took a long time before the silence was broken. I wondered what had happened last night. The kissing made me feel strange. Not disgusted, but not that happy either. I was at a loss to truly explain the feeling. I was a bit afraid that we did something we would both regret. I could see Max was troubled.

“Okay I don't remember much, but something happened after that kiss?”

“Well Jewel and Wendy followed us home. They don't live far from here. They came upstairs and we drank some more. You started dancing and that. We all danced together. Then the girls danced together and we did as well.”

“We slow danced?”

“No we groped each other type dancing. Now don't get shocked it was all fun. More teasing the girls really. Then Jewel barked out an order and you did it. Wendy did the same and I couldn't help following her command. Soon they went from fun simple stuff to a bit more demanding. I think she broke one of your spoons. Then we ended up in your room. Nothing bad unless you think worshiping two fine ladies a bad thing. Jewel told you, you were now her submissive.”

“I guess I agreed?”

“You sure did. She gave you an order and then you refused. That is when we left the room.”

“What did she want me to do?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I'll find out soon enough.”

“Well she told you I was a lollipop.”

“Stop there. I don't get why? I do remember us telling them we don't swing that way.”

“I think it was ordered just so she could punish you. What ever she did you liked it.” I shivered at the thought and wondered if I would remember it one day? I still felt uncomfortable with the whole situation, but I knew not to press Max for any answers. Our brunch lasted until just after noon. Then the ladies took us shopping. Jewel still wanted Sara to come, but I refused to tease her cause I saw how much she missed her. I continually got mild threats of punishment. Most of the shopping was for me. I didn't have the breasts in, but the rest worked fine. The few hundred dollars for fooling them all paid for the outfits and a larger makeup and toiletries set. The shear amount of products I wound up with boggled me, along with enough outfits for a week. Both casual and semi formal. We ate in a restaurant there at the center. Which got me a few stares, and a few lewd ones as well. It wasn't until we came out that we ran into a problem.

“Hey sissy boy why don't you sit on this?” The young man flipped us off. I stopped Max from stepping forward. My hair was pulled back like I always did. Having all the recent changes didn't help my look. I thought it was strange that they even picked up on it. Even in a Polo, slacks, and dress shoes, I had been called miss every time.

“Well aren't you cute.” My deep voice confused him. “Tell you what you run back to your mother and these girls won't spank you.” They laughed. Jewel stepped forward and I don't know where she hid it, but she held a whip in her hand. They backed up a step.

“Now I could use some slaves.”

“I bet, but we would dominate you.” The braver kid countered. Jewel just smiled as she strutted right up to him.

“A shame really that you're so young. I don't even think you have dropped yet.”

“What's she talking about.”

“I don't know... Oh funny I got a big...”

“Robert James you both get over here away from that freak.”

“Go to mommy, boys.” They hurried off and the lady pulled the one by his ear. A very strange sight to see nowadays. It didn't stop there and moments later I felt a tug on my shirt.

“Miss why are you wearing men's clothes.” I looked at the young girl.

“Cause I am a man.” The little girl looked shocked.

“Told you she was a guy.” the boy looked like her brother. They both ran off. We chuckled at the way the boy referred to me as both female and male.

“Don't worry you are a girl in our eyes.” Wendy stated. Once we got back to my place Jewel and Wendy helped me put away the clothes and set up a vanity on my small desk. I had a bigger desk in the living room. I also had what I was going to wear and a spare outfit, in case I got it stained. I would have to get up at four. Jewel laid out the dress she made me get.

“I can't wear that.”

“I know, but you can take it along.”

“No, no matter how it is worn I don't have a chest. I think it would fit you perfectly.”

“We are the same size even if I am taller, but that is your dress. Why don't you put it on?”

“Good try.”

“Are you really that afraid?”

“No I am not afraid it is that I need to get up real early and I have a feeling that if I became Sara right now I wouldn't get much sleep.”

“I think that as Sara you will remember what you agreed to last night. That you don't want to obey right now. You need to realize nothing you do will be against your will. That is the lure of being submissive. I am willing to put you at the center of my life. Can you not be my center?” That was the question. I didn't understand the relationship or its lure. I was only introduced to it yesterday. I paced a bit then picked up the modulator. She watched as I put it on. Then I closed my eyes as I turned it on. Jewel saw the struggle that emerged as I put the device on. To her it was like I was putting on a collar. She began to tear up with such a visual. Then I turned around and looked right into her eyes. She could see how the face relaxed, but this time the eyes changed as well.

“Jewel I am more than just Sara.” I quietly replied. Jewel got up as she looked in my eyes the whole time. I shivered as her hands caressed my shoulders. I tried to look down, but her hand lifted my chin. I looked back into her eyes and gasped as I remembered everything from last night. I had come up with playing out my pen name in real life, but Sara had come alive in such a short time. Character immersion to the fullest. Right now I was Sara to the core of my being as if I was always her. Sean was equally valid, but I was slowly feeling that he was the character I had been playing.

What happened last night was simple enough in the beginning. Everyone had gone back inside except for Jewel and Wendy. They took us by the hand and lead us back here. Then we talked and slowly the orders were spoken and we obeyed. Wendy played at being a dom and Max fell to her quickly. I on the other hand resisted as Jewel slowly but effectively took over. Guiding not just me but Wendy and Max. The things we did were exciting and forbidden. Fun really then as the events got more exciting and the play more sexual the two women began to push. Wendy taking queues from Jewel. I shivered as the memories got stronger and more embarrassing. Then slowly our play began to separate, yet get more intertwined.

Both me and Max reached a stopping point and that I was so close to that line that shouldn't be crossed and that he twitched in front of my face before Max backed away and called it quits. Sara had crossed that line and Sean inside me shuddered. I would have gone through with it. I wasn't that way, but the alcohol and the women and the fun playing at being submissive, it all added up to dropping all my boundaries. It was a very large shock and I could see what caused me to forget. Sara was strong enough to hide it from Sean. That my mind was splitting made me shiver.

“Go please Go.”

“It was an accident. You both just turned the wrong way.”

“I know, but please go.” Jewel who had shown confidence if not out right dominance never looked so submissive as she got up and left. I wasn't mad at her, but something in my mind didn't want to split and if she was there it would have. I heard some arguing and then some crying in the next room before the door closed.

“Sean?”

“Get out!” I yelled not really wanting him gone, but that he lied to me. Hiding the accident. It felt worse then the thought of doing something with him. I spent a long time thinking about where to go from here and making sure everything was ready for tomorrow.

This is where the story is going to differ from the original. In this chapter i changed the ending to give a different take and direct the story down a different path. If you want to read the original go to Fictionmania.

Day three Meeting the Publisher.

Four in the morning was way early for me. I thought about leaving last night, but I popped out of bed like it was nine. I walked into the bathroom and giggled softly as I had slept with the modulator on. I wondered who I was just like I had wondered last night? I needed to be Sara today and the thought excited me that not only would I be her that no one would know the truth. I put the device on the charger shivering that it wasn't around my neck. Had I become so attached to a simple tool? I showered and shaved making sure that my skin was clean. I stepped out and dried my hair and styled it the best I could. I had braided it loosely and wrapped it around and pinned it in place. Not a professional style, but one I felt brought attention to my face and worked better with a scarf.

I put on the bra and the breast forms and felt comforted by the weight. Next came the stockings and the panties then the corset that although difficult to tighten felt loose. Almost as if it fit much better than the first time, and that it had done its job of shaping my waist. I dropped the chemise over it all and shivered as it hid and revealed the shape underneath. Not that anyone would see it. Next I spent time getting all my makeup on and I went again with a light every day look that was natural. I really was at a loss for how easy it was. I rushed a bit to finish dressing. The pencil skirt then the blouse. I added the vest that I left off the first time and then the jacket.

I smiled again at the woman in the mirror and wished I could make love to her. I shook the goosebumps away. Once my shoes were on I clicked with each stride as I walked to the door. I paused just long enough to pick up the case and the purse hanging by the door. I double checked everything and stepped out into the hallway. Two clicks and the door was locked. I felt more than I heard foot steps as I turned and instantly smiled as I saw Megan. She went to work at this time normally and she was dressed for it. She returned the smile and then studied me.

“For the whole time you lived here we hardly ever said more than hello. Now I wonder who are you really?”
“I don't understand? I just saw you the other day.” I was suddenly nervous did she know?
“Sara, No you're Sean and you hide it perfectly, but I can tell. I could tell the first day I met you a few months back. You went to great lengths to hide her, but I have seen this woman before me for a long time. I am happy to see the real you finally.” I sighed as I couldn't deny it. She smiled softly.

“I am doing this all to get published.” I tried anyways.

“No one goes as far as you have just for a book. No you could have been convincing with a bit of practice. But instead you spent the last three days as a woman. That was for you.”

“How did you see it?”

“I used to be a girl trapped in a boy's body. Ever since I was five I knew. I had plenty of sisters all on birth control, so when I was almost ten I stole their packs. Took them a full year to figure out I was taking their pills. My sisters took them for their periods. They didn't say anything when they caught me. I was allowed to play how I wanted at home. That included dressing up with my sisters, but as I started to develop I started to hide. They caught me in a bra that fit. My mother found out after nearly two years. Then after a month without. I got a proper prescription, and changed schools. I have been taking them ever since.”
“Wow, I never would have guessed.”

“We'll talk later if you like, but I think we will both be late if I tell the long story.”

“Until then.”

“Oh you should have at least one ring. Here this one has helped me be me.” She slipped the simple ring on my index finger. It shocked both of us as she put it on and we both giggled. I still had plenty of time once I got to my car. A quick change of shoes and I was off. I avoided the traffic jams, but it still was stressful getting out of the city. I did wonder why the publishing office was so far from all the other houses. Maybe that was another part of their appeal. That they wanted not only to be inclusive, but also to show that they were an elite company. The four hour drive was calming once the traffic cleared. My appointment was at eleven just before lunch. I grabbed a small snack before I drove the last few miles to the publishing house.

I had an itch that slowly bothered me. Running my hand over the area helped calm it. I blamed my nerves at first, but I did get nervous as my modulator started to act up as I had ordered my meal. The voice it was producing was higher than I wanted it. As I tried to adjust it, it would go back to normal and a few minutes later as I went over what I was going to say at the introduction. I pulled into the parking lot and I was really impressed.

The buildings looked old like an ivy league school campus yet I could see the printing house in the background and the cars were all high end. Something even rich students or professors couldn't afford. I had to adjust my outfit as I got out and felt strangely comfortable. It was fine before, but now it fit much better. I took the long walk just to get to the front door. The few people that I passed smiled as I smiled back. The men were watching me coming and going as I passed them as I had looked back myself just to see.

I didn't let my smile fade as my body itched again and my bra felt like it was getting tighter with each step. Once I got through the doors I was happy to see that there was a bathroom right there as my bra was now digging in. I went in all the way to the last stall. I started to adjust what I could, but the bra just wasn't cooperating. I finally sighed and took them out just to get some relief. I pulled down the band and again sighed as it felt better. I then went pee not thinking about it I sat down. I heard one lady come in and I grinned.

“If she only knew.” I whispered to myself as I heard her leave. The voice I heard sounded like a child's. “No not again.” I said louder. I wiped and then pulled up my panties and adjusted my skirt before going out and looking in the mirror. I took the collar off and worked on the modulator and was confused to see the settings once I had it right again were nearly at zero. I was definitely going to send it back I was so nervous of being discovered I was shaking. I took an extra five minutes to control my breathing. Touching up my lipstick and then readjusting my bra. I had regained my composure. The solid click of my heels on the marble floor gave the receptionist plenty of time to notice me. She looked up and smiled just as I took the last step.

“Ah you must be Miss Hawke. My name is Anne if you would have a seat, someone will be here to escort you shortly.”

“Thank you Anne, but please call me Sara.”

“I can not while at work.”

“I understand.” I turned and sat down in the nearest seat. I crossed my legs and then after a few moments I was double crossed. I heard the steps of someone approaching and then lightly clearing his throat.

“Miss Sara Hawke if you will please follow me.” He put his hand out to help me up. I took it and it felt nice not to struggle if you didn't get positioned just right with heels on. He took my case allowing me to properly hold my hand bag.

“Thank you.”

“This way madam.” He turned and I followed at his side. His nearly silent stride complimented my restricted staccato gait. I truly began to wonder if this place had an elevator as we started up the third sweeping stairwell. My shoes were a bit looser now and I wondered if I had stretched them out too much. I smile as the man looked back as I slowed down afraid to lose a shoe. I saw the glint in his eye and picked up that he did this on purpose.

“Does this building not have an elevator?” I snapped.

“It is out of service. It is not far from here.” I blew at a loose strand of hair. Before smiling at him as I took my heels off. He raised an eyebrow at that as I passed him. His lie was revealed as I heard an elevator ding. I didn't give him a glare as he took the lead again. He barely paused as we got to a large ornate double door. I slipped on my heels and was painfully aware that I should have had a half size lower, but I couldn't do anything about it now. We walked up to a man in a very nice suit. He was large with the classic gray side burns of a business man. He was handsome and I was sure he was very popular with the ladies in the past. His smile was friendly and honest, but also aggressive. I held my purse in front of me defensively.

“Ah Miss Hawke a pleasure to meet you. I am Harold Gavin, assistant publisher. Mr. Hatchingsworth will join us in a few minutes.” We shook hands as he offered a seat.

“Thank you it is a pleasure to be here.” I sat down and felt his gaze as his eyes traveled over my body resting on my legs before looking up. I shivered as I felt like prey.

“Now before we go any further, I must warn you he doesn't deal with male authors. I know it is a bit odd in these times, but he finds that females give a lot more depth to their characters as they know how better to describe how they feel or how they would react. Only one author was ever published here that was male and it was only approved because it was cowritten by one of our more successful authors. I have read your manuscript from front to back. I can see the errors in the first few chapters that would gain a rejection, but since we have people that do nothing but read the manuscripts and then push them higher or onto our brother publisher. The way it got to my desk is impressive. I liked it and it does have a salable quality that we are looking for.”

“Why do I get the feeling I wasted my time, Mr. Gavin.” I interrupted. He just smiled and he didn't give an answer.

“Because we also do our homework. Three months ago we did a full check on you and well the report was interestingly different. We than found out you have a sister and the picture you used looks more like her. Now I get to see you in person and I am very impressed, but she doesn't have a sister as you are her brother.” My jaw dropped and then I hung my head. “However we wanted to see how far you would go as the first agent thought you were female. The second one went deeper and found out that you are indeed male.” I wondered how they did that? “In any event we were really surprised as we hacked into your computer and found that you were browsing site after site to attempt to pass as a woman. The bonus was when my agent saw you leaving your house three days ago all dressed up. He followed and then saw you in the suit you are wearing now. He said you turned into a woman so convincing. The startling part was how you sound so feminine. Can you take off the collar modulator?”

I pulled the scarf off and then the modulator. I looked up at him and he saw the silent tears. He frowned as he took the unit and inspected it. A moment later he gave it back. I had come so far only to know that I had ultimately failed. What a total waste. I was such an idiot. I twisted the ring Megan gave me and it gave me little comfort, but it didn't change the direction of my thoughts.

“Now before you meet Mr. Hatchingsworth you need to hand over the breast forms.” I immediately blushed as he waved the escort over as he held a platter. I sighed and unbuttoned the blouse and started to reach in before I remembered I put them in my case. I froze for a second wondering why I didn't put them back in, but then smiled as I opened the case and tossed them at the man. He struggled to catch them as I looked at Mr. Gavin. A slight raising of an eyebrow was the only tell he gave me.

“The other set.”

“I only have those. I am not wearing anything else.” I countered as I placed my hands on my chest. I froze and I felt soft resistance where there should have been nothing. I did look this time and was taken by complete shock. Another shock hit me as I had not tried to make my voice softer. The sound was soothing as much as I could barely believe I sounded nearly like my sister. My deep voice was gone and it was softer and more musical then the modulator could ever produce. I held my hand in front of my mouth as I giggled. It didn't take an inspection to know little Sean was not there. How was I suddenly female?

“Oh bother he is playing with them.” the escort complained. I got angry from his tone.

“I couldn't help it sorry...” I stopped from chewing him out. I could see that the escort was shocked and so was Mr. Gavin, but he was curious as well. I wiggled in my seat and I spaced out after that in total shock.

“Mr. Gavin why is he still here. I would think by now that he would be running for the door half naked.” The demanding man was even more attractive then Mr. Gavin I felt a strangeness from inside of me, and it felt like I was getting wet. I gasped as I fully comprehended what this feeling entailed. I am female. I looked up as he left the final step leading from the balcony.

“Mr. Hatchingsworth he just froze up. It was after I asked for the breast forms.”

“Well I see them from here on the tray.”

“I asked for the ones he is wearing and then he froze.”

“No matter. A shame really. It is rare that a man can write with such depth. It truly covered up the errors in his writing. Such a pretty face is wasted on a male.” He lifted my face by placing his fingers under my chin. “So very feminine. Light makeup odd I heard his deep voice from the recording, but no Adam's apple. Did the investigators not dig up any surgeries?” I couldn't pull away from him in a strange awe from the raw attraction I felt. I wanted him, but something was off.

“No sir a few minor medical emergencies, but no indication of any body modifications.”

“Still I so want to publish his book. All he has to do is leave here naked. Now get your clothes off.” His order hit me like a brick shocking me do as he ordered. I quickly stood up after I kicking off my shoes. The jacket came off and then the vest. I unzipped the skirt to let it fall as I finished unbuttoning my blouse. The skirt didn't fall as I expected and had to wiggle out of it after I dropped the blouse. From there I slowly removed the chemise.

“Hurry it up sissy boy.” I blushed as my shame grew. I knew I couldn't give in, but my hands moved on their own. The corset was strangely loose and as I looked down to unclip the front I encountered my breasts for the second time. With cleavage that was very nice and strangely fitting. A sensual pride filled me as I gazed at them. My hands continued moving and I felt odd as the gaff was on the outside of the panties. A memory hit me as some how I had switched them while in the bathroom. How I didn't notice was as much of a mystery as how I suddenly discovered I had real breasts. Kicking the fallen gaff away I straightened to face him.

“All of it even the stockings.”

“But sir she can't be male not with what I can see.”

“You saw the evidence and no surgeries there is no way he could be a she and I have confirmation of his sister's location at her work place.”
“They could have switched positions.”

No, not possible it has been months since they last saw each other. You will take off everything now!” I stood there finally defiantly I wasn't going to remove anything more. Little Sean was gone and there was no way to hid it even if he was there. Anger flared in his eyes as he started to march towards me.

“Stop!” All of us looked up to the top of the stairs. Mr. Gavin suddenly bowed as the escort backed away out of sight.
“Ah darling have to come to view the latest impostor?”

“That is what I would normally see however you both are blind fools. Kneel before me.” Mr Gavin was instantly on his knees as Mr. Hatchingsworth merely cocked his head. “I said kneel!” Her eyes lite up like fire a blue piercing fire that scared and excited me. She radiated power as we both fell to our knees. I heard only her heels as I panted towards the polished floor. She circled several times and I flinched as I heard the snap of leather hitting flesh. I yelped even knowing I was not the target. Her sultry laugh echoed in the office.
“Ms. Hawke please stand up and let me look at you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Came unbidden from my lips as I scrambled to my feet.

“I like that, but I am not your mistress.”

“I understand, my mistress.” I heard a sigh, but a light moan as well almost a purr. I felt the crop that she had hit one of them with trace over my body. I shivered with excitement and dread. That I could yearn for someone I didn't even know so strongly made me shake.

“You are a mystery to me. The way you write is nearly the same as mine. Feminine yet with a hint of the masculine. At times your plot is clear and focus and yet has a depth that belies the waif in front of me that such passion can come from one who from all we have discovered lacks in real life. That you are female defies the very core of your being. You are as much female as you are male.” Her words penetrated into my soul. The truth of them made me blush and shiver at the same time. I cried as they directed me to a feeling that I had long ago tried to hide. Now my eyes were open to the empty hollow spaces that I had buried behind masculinity and the need to prove to everyone that I was a man.

“Does that truly shock you?”

“Y- yes.”

“We are both male and female some so far to one or the other they cannot show or understand the other side. Most fall somewhere in between the two. You are right now caught in the middle. A man yet now a woman. One who if my senses are telling the truth is just starting to feel the full effect. Tell me Ms. Hawke who changed you into the lovely young girl you are now?”

“I don't understand?”

“Do you know magic is real?”

“Magic no way.”

“Yet how do you explain the changes to your body the foreign feelings spreading through it?”

“I don't know. Maybe it is something else that has done this.”

“No...there, is, something, else.” I felt her hands this time soft yet hiding strength. A motherly touch that caused goosebumps to follow her touch. I could swear even my hair had them. Then she gasped loudly as she took my hand nearly pulling me off balance.

“Where did you get this ring?”

“Ring, what ring?” My mind searched my memory and I couldn't remember. I heard strange words and the moment came back to me.

“Can you answer now?”

“Yes, Megan gave me the ring.”

“Mia Megan you silly girl. Do you know who made this ring?”

“No. Some jeweler or a machine I guess.”

“At one point yes, but this ring has my signature on it. One that I thought lost to one who shouldn't have been able to leave my presence. Now certain things become clear. Get dressed.” I quickly dressed noticing all this time neither of the men moved. There was a welt on Mr. Hatchingsworth's cheek as well as Mr. Gavin's. Once I was dressed I tried to put my shoes back on but they were uncomfortably too big. She spoke strange words as I was about to take them of and my eyes widened as they shrank to fit perfectly. They were snug and not too tight. The heel lengthened until I feared I couldn't walk in them without falling over. I shook my foot and they didn't even shift a hair. Standing was easy as if I was barefoot.

“Mistress thank you.”

“Call me Betty or Ms. Rayne. Though I doubt you will be able to until we get that ring off of you.”

“Yes Mistress Betty.” Try as I might I couldn't comply with her wishes. It saddened me and I strangely yearned to be punished. I followed her and silently watched as she inspected the ring millimeter by millimeter. What she hoped to find I had no clue. My mind drifted to my shoes and how perfectly comfortable. I barely noticed they were there and every step felt wonderful. I wondered if she could make the rest of my clothes fit me so perfectly, but she just studied the ring. I turned my attention away from her and the shoes. The office she took me to was her and the shelves were covered in books some very large and from the smells very old. The large desk looked finely crafted with detail fit for royalty. The computer seemed so out of place as even the lights looked turn of the last century.

“Sara?”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Oh how I wish I could give you what you desire at this moment however I can not. What I can do is free you.”

“As you wish, my mistress.” My heart pounded as she suddenly kissed me. I shuddered and then moaned as her tongue explored my parted lips. She pulled back and followed until I was nearly off balance. Her finger pressed against my lips pushing me back as I kissed them. She spoke again in this strange language.

“Eu libero da miña espera como o verdadeiro encantador deste anel. Como agasallo douche tanto a forma feminina como a masculina.” I shivered as this need to please her left me. The strangeness of being now female hit me hard as I gasped. My thoughts scrambled and then reordered themselves. I hyperventilated as I remembered this wasn't me. Tears flew from my face no longer wanting to be in this body yet it felt so, so comfortable, so right. This calmed me as I focused on taking steady breaths.

“Do you feel normal?”

“Yes thank you and holy shit magic is real.”

“Very real. Practical for some. So Sara who am I?”

“Betty Rayne.” I then smirked. “Mistress.”

“Stop it. You have no idea what it means. You do have an idea. To be one of my students you must be able to use magic. All the magic you wield however is in your writing.”

“You mean I can't learn?”

“Most likely not. Though you are touched. The ring was mine at one point I see the way Megan claimed it as her own. Now it is yours. However you still will not be able to remove it.”

“Then I am stuck?”

“No you can move the ring to the other hand. Then in a few hours you will change back to your male self. I do suggest you experience being a woman for a while. It will also be required when you come here.”

“What if she tries to take the ring back?”

“She could , but she won't. I replaced the spells that controlled her and they will activate if she does. You will see her fleeing from you in her need to be in my presence. Now I am sure you would rather start on your contract.” I had so many questions that went unanswered as I suddenly felt myself back in the chair Mr. Gavin sat me down in. They both were still kneeling on the floor.

“Give her the standard contract and double advance with only a normal advance payback. Set her up with her new editor team.”
“Yes, my mistress.” Both stood stiffly and went straight to work. Words and papers to sign flooded my senses and took over nearly all my thoughts. It was so all overwhelming and before I knew it I was back of in the lobby.

“Miss Hawke I am so glad you didn't turn out to be a man. It is so distressing seeing one run out of here naked.”

“Anne please call me Sara.”

“You know I can't, but if you are staying over night maybe we can get some drinks.”

“I would love to, but I need to get back home. I have to apologize to a few people and invite them all to celebrate.”

“Then I wish you a safe trip home.”

“Thank you.” I suddenly hugged her and we kissed each other on the cheek. If I was Sean right now I know I would have jumped at her offer. As Sara I wasn't ready yet to experience everything as a woman at once. She couldn't hid her interest in me one bit even if she tried. Maybe the next time I came here we could do something together.

The ride home was torture as I became fully aware of all the changes I went through. I swore I had a little orgasm or two as I drove over a long stretch of rough asphalt. Once I got home I was only able to lock the door and strip down to nothing before passing out on the bed.

Day four Tuesday

“My lord I feel so good.” I giggled at the sound of my voice. It was real too real. I pinched myself and yelped. I got up stretching every way possible. I was flexible before, but now I was even more limber. My toes were still painted but my feet looked narrow, smaller. The smooth skin of my legs held fine invisible hairs that made them feel even better then they did when they were shaved. The thin line I had left ended nicely at the top of my V. I wanted to inspect it, but I lost my nerve as I ran my hand across my stomach. My breasts were the largest change as noticeable as not having a package. I held them and let them drop back into shape. They didn't look much bigger than the breast forms and I put on my bra, and it worked even better. Not that I needed the bra as they're nice and firm. Even the nipples were nice not too small or too big. I looked in the mirror and saw no change from the minor refinement I saw yesterday. Nose was a bit smaller perhaps. Though I had to admit I looked more like my sister than ever before.

I took the bra off and took a shower touching myself down there made me jump. It was very sensitive which felt good, but I hoped would calm down over time. I let my hair down after I was dry and the oil had soaked in. I cleansed my face properly before getting dressed. First the panties that didn't look right with a gaff now fit tightly and comfortably. I put the matching bra on and it gave them a bigger impression as they were pushed up and together. The blue dress drew me to it, but I couldn't take it off the hanger it was too much. I resisted and put on a peasant blouse and a skirt. I added thigh high stockings which tickled my legs. I frowned as I tried each shoe I had and nothing fit. I settled for flip flops and no stockings. For my hair a simple banana clip held it out of my face.

I was Sara now and there was no way I could bring Sean back to the front or could I? I tried to visualize myself as Sean, but I still felt like Sara. I had lost the anchor of my deep voice and I dug out the modulator. I fiddled with the controls until I sounded like myself even though the female voice sounded like myself. Nothing changed. My mood dropped as I couldn't bring Sean out. I hoped that I had not lost my former self. Maybe I somehow merged personalities? I wouldn't know until I was around others. I smiled and then frowned. How would they react? How would Max act? Jewel really liked how I made love to her, but now I couldn't scratch that itch anymore. I started to cry knowing that a part of me had died. Like I had finished a book and killed off the best character. The one that needed to live. Nearly an hour passed before I could calm down. What do women do when they are down? Eat chocolate and ice cream? Neither one was in the house and eating to sooth would not be healthy. I smiled as I thought of shopping. I did need to do so and maybe it would help to distract myself. I looked at the time and grabbed my purse. I checked that I had everything and then added lip gloss.

Satisfied I opened the door and stepped out. Once the door was locked Megan opened her door. I smiled and did a small wave.

“So how did it go?”

“Worst and best day of my life.”

“Want to talk about it? I couldn't help but overhear you crying.”

“Thank you, but I am better now, really.” She gave me the I don't believe you look before smiling.

“Okay, but I'm here if you need a shoulder or a hug.” She came forward and her presence changed and I backed up to the door again. “How ever I could just order you, Mouse.”

“That's okay, but I would need permission.” It was the only thing I could think of to resist.

“So new and you already have a master. Still I can do things he can not.” I smiled as she leaned forward.

“Jewel is not a he.” Megan stepped back as my smile broadened. She pouted, but then quickly smiled.

“Then I will just have to get permission. Though that is the strangest collar?”

“It is a collar, but not the type you are thinking of. A collar is a solemn promise that I haven't fully comprehended yet.” I turned and stuck the key in my door. I had the modulator off and the door locked back up before Megan replied.

“Then you are learning. I wish I had the connection to start such a journey. I thought I could with you as you finally came out.”
“Megan I don't know where any of this leads. Can we talk about it later? You still have to talk about your story. Dinner tonight something simple?”

“Are you asking me out?”

“As a friend.”

“You seem to have...” Megan felt the change Sean as Sara was very meek. To see Sara as a true woman had brought back some of the resistance to her. There was something definitely wrong. Sara should have melted into her arms yet she resisted without stress.

“I have, but I don't have the time to talk about my transition.” I shocked myself being so forward. “I have to go. Dinner tonight?”

“You appear different but ya I'd like that.” I smiled until she went back into her apartment. I rushed down the stairs and out onto the street. I had money in my pocket and a check to deposit. I stopped at the bank. I fidgeted until I got to the window.

“How can I help you today?”

“Hi, I need to deposit this check into my account, and I have to present this as well. You are looking at a soon to be published author.” She looked shocked as she saw the amount and at my ID. “Oh I have had some changes.”

“I'll say. Everything looks in order. I will need one of the managers to sign off on this. You should have gone directly to one of them.”

“That's okay you're prettier.”

“Um, you're pretty too.”

“Thank you.” It had gone well so far and I didn't expect any problems that couldn't be sorted out. The manager asked a ton of questions until I got upset. He knew it as I took a large breath and let it out.

“Call the number on the phone and ask for Betty Payne or Mr. Gavin. I am sure if they can't convince you, I can take my business to their bank.”

“Miss Hawke I do understand, but we have to make sure. This amount is large and the regulations we have to follow are very demanding. I do have to protect not just the bank's interests, but yours as well.”

“Then you understand that some of your questions are personal in nature and not bank related.” I knew this was his job, but I had all the paperwork i could ever need to speed this along. The looks I had been getting were starting to bother me. Then it hit me as another man arrived and I knew i had attracted the attention of the bank president just from the picture on the wall.

“Is there a problem here?” His tone was friendly, but held an underlying feeling that he was not pleased.

“No sir. Just following procedure.” He looked over the paper work and signed in a few places.

“Leave Miss Hawke to get on with her day.”

“Sir?” All he did was move his hands behind him and a chill ran down my spine. The young manager paled as he spoke.

“Don't question me. Sara Hawke is a very private individual and a client of Hatchingsworth Publishing House. To put it simply she will be one of our top account holders very soon. If you do anything to lose her as a valued member you might want to brush up on your cooking skills. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir.”

“Please I don't want anyone to lose their job over red tape?”

“My apologies then. I'll handle the rest. Oh and if you change your name ask for me directly.”

“Sean or Ryan will work for me still. Sara Rae is my pen name, but I think I will change it.”

“Understood, Miss Hawke.” He smiled nicely and I returned the smile. It was really satisfying to have a bank treat you well. Then again I wish they did this with all their customers.

Shopping was like I had never been shopping before. The colors seemed brighter and the fabrics softer or smoother. I consolidated my bags three times before my arms started to burn. I really should have thought this out. Maybe I should have hit the higher priced shops, but I really didn't want to take a taxi there and back. I did take one back to the apartment. He even carried them up the stairs for me with the tip I gave him. It had happened before, but as a man I was too stubborn to accept the help. I didn't stay long as I had some more things to pick up, my stomach growled and I went to my favorite joint before heading out for the second part of my shopping trip. I found these nice pumps and they had a tall heel, that would go great with the dress. I was shocked when the clerk told me they were six inches. The shoe was raised or I would have never been able to wear them. Still it was the first time I felt unbalanced wearing high heels. The effect on my legs was amazing. The clerk was so impressed that he nearly drooled. Somehow I felt weird once I noticed. I had switched out the flip flops for a Roman style sandal that made me wish it had a heel, but saved me the pain. I giggled as I walked down the street to the next store. I didn't have as many bags as before, but some groceries and a nice bottle of wine. I hoped Megan drank wine. I tiptoed up the stairs and there was Max, and Jackie waiting for me.

“About time you showed up. I thought you had disappeared.”

“If it wasn't for Megan we would have broken down your door. Don't you have your cell?”

“I forgot it, here hold this.” Max took the bags as I dug out my keys. I threw the door open before walking straight to the kitchen. “Max I need some of those bags in here.”

“Someone has been shopping. Ooo, now these are killer. Size four?” Jackie followed Max in the kitchen, then he helped put the items away. I could see he was furious. This was not the first time this had happened. I wondered what had changed? “Sara can you explain these shoes?”

“My feet got smaller.” She rolled her head until it rested on a slight angle as she held out the heel with one finger. All she needed to complete the look of I don't believe you was a pair of glasses to look over.

“Kitten feet don't change.”

“Then watch.” I took the sandals off and slipped both shoes on. Jackie stared as I took small measured steps. I gave her a smirk and then noticed what she was staring at. I blushed as I lifted her chin.

“Then I guess I was wrong.”

“You know we were worried about you and all you have to talk about is shoes. Can you at least tell us what happened?”

“I got in. They are going to publish my book, or couldn't you tell with all the bags in the living room?”

“Well wow. I didn't think it would work, but why are you still Sara?” I blinked at him then I looked at Jackie. She shrugged so I decided not to tell him. I suddenly felt weird. Our relationship would change instantly if he knew I was a natural female. The fact that neither of them had noticed I wasn't wearing the modulator hit me. If he didn't notice then I wasn't ready to tell him.

“I'm going to change.” I turned to leave.

“Okay so should I open the wine you got?”

“No that is for later.” I then walked out of the kitchen and into my bedroom. In a rush I stripped down, put on some jeans, a belt and a tee after I found the sports bra I had gotten. I went back out and put the modulator on. I wondered if he would notice now. I couldn't hide my chest without a tight wrap. I thought about turning the device on to lower my voice, but then it would have been too much. I found myself doing it anyways.

Hey Sara I think we should go out and celebrate.” Max suggested as I came back in.

“Maybe, but not tonight.” They both looked at me funny. Did he notice now?

“Sorry Sara... Sean sorry, I guess I can't call you by that name anymore.”

“Don't worry about it. I have to tell you that even I think that I am more Sara than Sean now.”

“It is strange to think of you as a boy, but hearing your voice well it gives me goose bumps, and doesn't suit my mind's eye.” Jackie stated.
“So you want me to turn the device on?”

“If you feel comfortable with it.” Max replied. Could I really do that? I scanned his face waiting for the realization from him that I wasn't Sean anymore. “Hey did I say something wrong?”

“No, no just I never thought I would hear you say that.”

“Well to be honest I kinda wished you were a girl.”

“Ha ha, you are funny.” We all laughed. This would really hit him hard when the truth came out. Max stayed for a little bit longer. I didn't see when he left as me and Jackie got busy putting all my new outfits away. He really wasn't the type to deal well with girl talk.

“Penny for your thoughts, and please turn that thing off. I like your new voice.” I blushed as I felt caught. Then I giggled as I turned the device off.

“Better.”

“Much better girl. How did this happen and is he gone down there?” I nodded as her eyes got bigger. Strangely she looked to be hiding something.

“I don't know how it happened.” I got up and dug in my case for the gaff and the breast forms. “I should clean these I guess.”

“No I better. They require certain care. Well not the gaff but please continue.”

“Well like I said I don't know. I noticed an itch halfway to the publisher and when I got there I had to use the bathroom cause my bra got so tight. I didn't even notice then that I had changed. Only as they ordered me to strip did I notice I was changed.”
“Wait they stripped you naked? You must have been terrified.”

“Ya I wasn't the only one to try this. It's okay now I just find it kinda funny. They were just as shocked as I was. I found out that they were heavily into dom/sub stuff.”

“Ooo, interesting.”

“Maybe I will tell you sometime, but I should get going. Though I have to say they were at a different level.”

“Going? Do you have a date?”

“No nothing that serious. Just having dinner with Megan across the hall.”

“Oh I will want details girlfriend. You still didn't tell me about down there.” She pointed while she talked.

“He's gone and I feel odd, but not panicky about it. I do hope this sensitivity calms down.”

“Well I will be going so you don't miss your date.” She winked. “But if you need help figuring it out just let me know and write down exactly what happened yesterday. It is always something simple that we missed.”

“Okay I'll do that.” I looked down at the ring and felt I should have told her about it. Maybe I should just take it off tonight?

“Kisses.” We kissed each other on the cheek and she left as well. I sighed and then knocked on Megan's door for the first time. She opened the door and was wearing a simple baby doll dress. I found it cute.

“Hi.” She looked me up and down.

“Hi um I know it is not a date, but can you wear a dress?”

“Oh sorry I have just the outfit oh I hope wine is okay.”

“Yes it is fine, but don't take too long and the door will be open.”

“Okay.” I rushed to get changed and I felt much better in the dress I picked out today. It was black and full length with turquoise lace on the back and front hem. It came up to my neck and on the back it was completely open down to my hips. It was more for the beach, but I found it so comfortable and it was on sale. I felt a bit exposed so I put on a pair of satin shorts. No need to tease as well. I got the wine and headed back over.

“Oh that is a nice dress.” I turned around and she growled. We both laughed. “It would be better if you were topless.”

“Oh and raise the temptation level? Is red going to work?”

“Yes it will be perfect, I'll get it open so it can breath.” I watched her open the bottle. The little dress she wore was cute, but way too high for me to be comfortable to wear it. Maybe I would change my mind when it got warmer?

“I like your dress.”

“I do too so dangerously short.”

“I thought the same thing. I like how you set up your apartment.” She pouted and then giggled. “What?”

“Don't like talking about dresses?”

“No it is not that. Just a bit uneasy being in your apartment.”

“Come now I know we have been neighbors in passing, but I didn't fail to see you watching me.”

“How come you never wanted to talk to me before?”

“Ooo, serious question. Well, I am into girls though if you had been a bit more open with your interest I may have made an exception.”

“Just because I looked like a girl?”

“Not just that, but it helped.”

“I thought this was going to be a normal dinner?” I wondered as I saw the candles on the table.

“Sorry I couldn't resist. I have to tempt you a bit.” A bit was looking like a lot as I noticed the way the table was set as well. She had set it so we wouldn't be sitting opposite of each other. Thought it did provide more room on the table. I helped her finish bringing everything to the table.

“To our new friendship and maybe more.” She proposed as we sat down. We took a sip of the wine and I let the flavor roll around before I swallowed. Even my tastes had magnified. “So tell how me how your day went yesterday and don't leave anything out.” I smiled and started from the time I woke up. She would ask little questions here and there. Which would bring back more detail. She looked shocked during the last few parts. I think she was more than excited and she wiggled in her seat. We swapped back and forth talking about everything I had bought today. It felt strange talking about things I normally left out. The hyper feelings I had and how I was confused that this wasn't such a shock. Then she asked a key question.

“So you and Max?”

“What about him?”

“Well you two can now do things together?”

“Ah well um... He didn't notice.”

“What how can he not notice, isn't he your best friend?”

“Yes, but I think that is why he didn't notice. He should have as I had these on display.” I paused for a second. “Then again he is a leg man.”

“You do have sexy legs.” Her hand brushed lightly on my thigh and I shivered. “Hey now. I'd rather wait until my body calms down.”

“Oh I think it would be explosive.” It was so tempting to kiss her right now. I took her hand off my thigh and squeezed.

“Ya and I don't plan on chasing that feeling for the rest of my life. I like you, but not yet.” She pouted and then nodded seriously.

“So enough about me. Tell me what it was like growing up into the woman that you are now.”

“Help clear the table and I will.” I giggled.

“You don't have to ask.”

“I didn't ask.” we laughed and she started telling me how it was so hard keeping the fact that she was a boy hidden. How it affected how many friends she had and how when she was twelve someone had found out and then outed her to the whole school. I felt for her and hugged her as she cried. It was her best friend who had broken her trust. She nearly succeeded in killing herself by the end of the school year. Any friends she did have were gone and the bullying was severe. She switched back to her old school. Hoping things would be better. The counseling had helped get back some of her confidence and again she rebuilt herself enough to gain new friends and even a new best friend. Who at the time was also her first crush. She had kept her secret until they went to high school and she ran into her old best friend and a few of the bullies as well. The rumor didn't take long to get back to her, but her new friends defended her. Still it caused her to fight with her best friend. She felt herself spiraling back down into the depression until her friend ordered her to woman up. It fixed their relationship and more. Having a different perspective her girlfriend did more to be her friend as they finally kissed. This is when she started to demand she submit to her.

“Wow, so you are a submissive?”

“No I can go both ways.”

“Oh.” She continued and as their relationship developed she gained a buffer from her friends. In her junior year she came out in front of the whole school, and so did her girlfriend. It changed how the school felt and once everything settled down six more students came out as something more than what people thought. It was hard but overnight her friends had doubled. By the end of her senior year she was collared for the first time, but she couldn't get in the same college as her master so the relationship failed.

“So that is me up to college.”

“Do you miss Amy?”

“Yes I still have her collar too. I want to give it back, but I hope that we will meet up again one day.”

“You never saw each other again?”

“Yes and no. I visited her at college and spent a week with her master. He didn't like me or I just wasn't ready for his style. Amy wouldn't remove my collar and she suffered for it. I think he got her to forget me.”

“Wow I don't know what to say.”

“It happens.” Her story was truthful but I knew a bit more than she thought. She refilled my glass as we both thought.
“If you could switch back would you?”

“I haven't tried yet. I do wish I wasn't blushing all the time.”

“I like it. It gives you an air of innocence. Maybe this was God granting you your inner most desire?”

“God wouldn't do that. That would be a desire of the flesh. He would want us to accept ourselves and work for who we needed to be. Though I think you know why I changed in the first place.” She was almost convincing that she didn't know what I was implying.

“What do you mean?” I held up my hand and pointed to the ring. She paled and then frowned before shame made her look away. When she looked back I slipped the ring from one finger to the other. I knew what would happen if I left it there too long and as she sat there thinking I moved it back.

“Mistress Rayne saw didn't she?”

“She did and was impressed I think, on how much you changed it. For whatever reason you did this I am not mad at you. I just want an explanation.”

“I fell in love with you or the image of you looking so much like a male version of Amy. I thought if only I could get you to want to be a girl or be lead to dress as one then we could be together. My desire to have you made me change you, change the ring and ruin everything.” She started to cry and I reached out and took her in my arms.

“I miss her so much.” I let her cry it all out.

“Its okay to miss her, to mourn what you had. However you have to move forward. I don't know where this could have gone had you just approached me earlier.”

“I couldn't have you were just too male. Too head strong for you to want me longer then a few interesting nights.”

“You don't know that? I could have fallen hard for you.”

“Ya right. As soon as I wanted to dress you up you would have split.”

“Maybe but I haven't run from you now.”

“That is because I changed you.”

“Did you really? Could I have not wanted this? I mean if I was so male why am I not freaking out? Why didn't I change back to me last night knowing I could?”

“I don't know?”

“Neither do I. I feel I should, but now I am afraid to. That or I am curious about everything a woman goes through.”

“Can, can we be friends?”

“Sure I would like that, but I want more.”

“I need time. The last few days have really been powerful. I need to figure out if this is truly what I want or ift I want to be Sean again. A relationship won't work until I am comfortable with who I am.”

“Then let's kiss on it.” My eyes went wide as her lips met mine. I should have pushed her off, but I yielded to her kiss and opened my mouth before kissing back. My body was suddenly on fire as her hands started to roam. I panted as she broke the kiss and started crying again. I held her as she buried her head between my breasts. As much as it hurt me to feel her pain. It hurt that she wasn't kissing me. Teasing me with her soft touch. Having her so close to me was more than I could handle yet I couldn't pull away. She needed me to hold onto. I could comfort her then I felt her calm down though her body was still heaving in silent sobs.

I did move as I felt a shock that made me shudder from my head to my toes. She shifted and the cause was clearly her hand between my legs. With just a thin dress and satin shorts I felt naked now. Her eyes yearned for me as my hands removed hers from causing any more fire. I guided her to sitting up as I straightened. She kissed me as I came to close to her lips. I tipped over the edge as my body reacted and everything exploded. It felt so amazingly good. Like nothing I could properly describe. My mind could only fathom that this was what a woman experienced during an orgasm, soooo satisfying. I wanted and feared another one. Our kiss broke and I blushed as we both giggled.
“You came.” I nodded shivering as I drew breath.

“I need to go.”

“Do you?”

“We can't do this not yet.”

“But why?”

“You need to accept the past and move on. If you don't, this will only sour quickly.” I got up and she sat there stunned. I took a step back and she started to speak yet the words were just like those I heard Mrs Rayne speak. I shook my head and grabbed my things before opening the door.

“Why can't you stay? Why is it not working?”

“Megan she freed me from any effect you made on me. This was her ring her power. Did you not think that she couldn't block you from me? Please stop and think. Let me choose you. Give me the chance. Let me see someone worth loving. As you are now I am afraid of you. Afraid for you. See a shrink or go back to Mrs Rayne and confront her. Find Amy and demand that she release you. Just stop trying to control me.”

“I'm sorry I need you.”

“No you need to let go or this will eat you alive.” I slammed the door and rushed to mine. I couldn't get the door open fast enough and wondered if it was such a good idea to stay home tonight. I panted in sudden fear, mixed with a warmth and energy from my first orgasm. Such things were never meant to mix. I felt that if I did try to leave I would have not made it past her door.

“I need a shower.”

Work was out of the question as the hypersensitivity was getting worse. I had woke up the next morning to a screaming orgasm. It took several minutes to figure it was me that screamed at least I thought it was a few minutes cause I think I passed out as well. Taking a shower turned into an experience that I couldn't stand as I literally couldn't stand it was so intense. A bath was only slightly arousing. I was so glad that Max, Jackie, and even Megan had to work as if even one of them came over I would have raped them. By evening after several spontaneous and deliberate orgasms it had lessened. It was that or I was just too exhausted to feel anything. Thursday wasn't much better though for a few hours I was able to write. Not that I could add anything to my book with what I wrote. As I went to the bathroom before bed I took sleeping pills and was able to wipe without moaning. The ability to touch my new sex without heating up brought tears to my eyes.

“Maybe I should switch the ring?” I yawned as I got to my bed and all thought left me as my head hit the pillow.

Day Seven.

“Hello, who are you?”

“I am here to see my brother”

“Oh? You must be Michelle. I'm Megan one of h- his neighbors.”

“Sorry I didn't say my name. How did you know?” Michelle banged on my door.

“We have talked and had dinner once. You know banging on his door is not going to wake him. He must be in a writing phase as he hasn't come out in several days. Have you tried calling?”

“Four times already. How come he never told me about you?” Megan shrugged.

“It was only a few days ago. Have you talked this week?”

“No we haven't one of the reasons I guess he doesn't know I am here.” Michelle banged on the door.

“Then maybe he is not home, but then again I didn't hear him leaving.” Michelle banged again. This noise I heard, the pounding told me it was coming from my door. I struggled out of bed yawning as I shuffled to the door. I wondered who was at the door. Then again I wondered what time it was, but I just could focus on the clock.

“I know he is home. He never gets out of bed before noon the lazy butt.” My eyes popped open as I heard my sister, but I was too sluggish to stop myself from opening the door. Michelle was there and her hand was raised. I saw the sudden shock on Megan's face next to her as she knocked on my chest. I was now in full control and more than awake, but instead of running I froze looking straight into my sister's shocked face. That hurt. She recovered before I did.

“Who are you?” she asked pushing her way inside. “Sean get your butt out of bed, and explain what she is doing here.” Michelle went straight to my room then she screamed in aggravation.

“Don't you think you should have stopped her?” Megan asked.

“She's my sister.”

“She doesn't know?”

“Nope, want to back me up?”

“Sorry but I am still hurt, and you really could have used me with what I heard the last few days. If you really need me just scream.”

“Funny.” My face must have lit up as I was embarrassed. Who else heard me the last few days.

“Sean you deviant pig.”

“Well got to go.” I shut the door and caught Megan blowing me a kiss before it closed.

“Where is my brother?” I never seen her this angry before which help to drain the heat out of my face.

“Michelle I think you should sit down.” She didn't hear me.

“You will tell me where my brother is. Wait a minute how old are you?”

“Twenty six. Sean is not here.”

“What?! There is no way you are that old and he let a Lolita like you just use his apartment. That is not like my brother.”

“And what is your brother like? My name's Sara.” I so wanted to giggle. I was a Lolita?

“Constantly on his computer working on that story no one wants.”

“Well he finished it and he now has a publisher.”

“Your kidding me right?”

“No the paperwork is right here. He deposited his advance the other day.”

“Oh wow, but never mind that what is up with all the girl clothes? Do you live here? Didn't he have dinner with that chick in the hall.” I started to giggle. “What's so funny?”

“We share.”

“Wait you him, and her?” I giggled again.

“No the clothes we are nearly the same size.”

“No not my brother he hates dressing as a girl. He said he would never do it again. Said he would rather wrestle alligators with his hands tied.” I giggled which then turned to a deep chuckle as I hit the power on the modulator. I didn't realize I had put it on but now it came in handy.

“Damn sis I guess I did say that, but you forgot to mention the pink tutu.” I don't think I had even seen her so shocked, confused, or angry at the same time. Then again I hadn't seen her in nine months. I waited for a bit and then I shuffled into the kitchen. She had that deer in the headlights shock reaction. She slowly followed me once I was out of view. She sat down as I put on a pot of coffee. It was eight thirty in the morning. I yawned and waited for her to reboot. I giggled which came out as a deep chuckle. This broke her silence.

“Are you really Sean?”

“Not anymore, but most of me is Sean. I go by Sara now.”

“Your pen name? But hormones can't work that fast and you never were very good with your money. Plus you look smaller then Sean. I think you are pulling my leg.”

“Well I woke up and changed that. I took no hormones to look this way. Plus you forgot I have always been small.”

“Why was your voice so feminine before?”

“Oh well I have this device here and it works perfectly to change what you hear into the right tone and pitch.”

“Change what I hear?”

“I talk really softly sub vocalizing really, and so you here the tone and pitch I set it for.” She studied me for a long time and I set a cup of coffee in front of her and got a creamer out of the fridge.

“You're wearing a bra with that dress? Breast forms?”

“Yes, but hold that though as I have to tinkle.” I smiled as I walked by her and swatted at her hair. I knew she hated that. She growled, but I was out of reach. I sat down and the device started to beep. I unhooked it and the meter was in the red. Crap oh well she was believing me, but then again my sister always treated me like a sister more than a brother. That was until I went to college. I guess not seeing me that often and only hearing my voice changed her view of me. That or I just didn't care that she teased me. I wiped with a sigh before I went back in the kitchen.

“So why are you still en femme? Are you transgendered?”

“I guess. It really is hard to explain. I just am.” I took a sip of my own coffee.

“Okay can you turn the collar thingy off again.”

“What collar?” her face contracted a series of confused looks before blinking rapidly.

“Um, Sean why did you do this?” She was very quiet almost as if she was feeling guilty. I knew that reality sunk in. I sat down and told her of the last four days. Not any of the personal stuff and I left out the hypersensitivity. I started to cook breakfast after I finished my cup refilling both before continuing. When I finished she sat there lost in thought. She watched me eat which I couldn't stand.

“You going to eat or don't you want it?”

“Sean how?”

“You wouldn't believe me how.”

“try me and you are okay with this?”

“Not sure if complaining will do any good. I guess my awakening and the urge to publish my book took over my life and my body. Still bothers me a bit to be called miss, but other than that I am okay.”
“So I lost my brother, because he dressed in drag.” She looked deeper in thought before she started laughing. I giggled with her because it felt good. “Oh wow so you were right.”

“What do you mean?”

“I remember you told me that if I made you dress up again you would turn into a girl. Except you did it to yourself.”

“Now that you brought it up I remember that.”

“So Max and you...”

“No that was just me teasing him. It was a eye opener. Not sure he will be able to handle that I am a female. He didn't even notice the other day that I had cleavage or that my neck was bare.”

“Ouch, but you would think he would notice, but then again he is pretty dense some times.”

“True, but other than surprising me and punching me, why are you here?”

“Well if you called more often you would know I got hired to work in the city. I figured you would let me crash here until I could find my own place.”

“I don't see no suitcases.”

“I left them in the car downstairs. I was going to make you drag them up here.”

“I am not weaker. I don't think maybe somewhat.”

“Ya but you would have dragged them all up here, by yourself. Now I have to go with you.”

“I don't know I can't have any freeloaders living here.” She reached over to hit me then pulled me in for a hug. I giggled and then we both started laughing.

“So that is a yes, my sister? I promise not to bring any guys home.”

“Ooo, that I'm not worried about. Its the girls.”

“I am not attracted to girls.”

“I didn't think I would like cross dressing or turning into a girl, but I do. It was like a switch was flipped. I became someone else. Now I just hope I am both Sara and Sean. That I am still me. I am not so sure until me and Max go out again.”

“Wait a minute. You said you only teased him. How far did it go?” I blushed thinking about it. Then I got up.

“I am going to take a shower.”

“Don't do anything I can do, since you now can.” I appreciated that she didn't make an issue about me teasing Max. I didn't want her thinking I was gay, but then again now that I was female would my attractions switch over? I could see it happening. I hated my imagination some times. I got in the shower and moaned as the hot water caressed my body. It wasn't as bad as it has been, but as I thought of Jewel and Megan I knew I was building up to a climax. However I was in control more or less now and this one made my body hum.

As I came out, Michele was dragging a suitcase in the door. I pushed my door closed wishing I knew she had left. Still it would be nice to have her for a bit and once I got called back to the publisher she would have the place to herself during the week. Unless I could do everything over the net. I hoped that would be the case. I pulled on some skinny jeans and a loose blouse. Once my runners were on I went out and helped her. I had a hide a bed. Plus a large closet that I could clean out for a room. Though it was only big enough for a twin mattress to fit in. I helped her get the rest of her stuff inside and put her car in the parking garage. I knew she liked her car, but it was faster to walk most places.

“So now that I am here what are we going to do?”

“Well I am going to go through all my paperwork while you clean out the closet there. I don't have much stuff in it, so we can pick up a bed or a cot for you later.”

“Really I get here and you expect me to clean? What kind of women are you?”

“I am your sister and I would rather you not take over my living room.”

“Claiming to be my sister already?”

“What, ever.” The contract was the longest to read. I thought I would need a lawyer just to explain it to me, but I was mildly surprised at the plain English. This explained the large size of the contract. The other paperwork took little time to process. My heart beat faster as I saw the paperwork for a change of name and sex for a half a dozen different records. I filled out what I could and then helped Michelle finish up. Before we made lunch together. I measured the small room and made a shopping list as I needed to stock up with my sister being here.

“The room needs to be painted as well, and a small carpet as the floor is nasty.”

“I was getting to that.”

“You think we will find a bed to fit in there? It is small like you said.” I showed her a sketch.

“You really are my brother. Only you would draw a detailed picture.”

“What do you mean? I have a full 3D image of the whole place I just don't want to turn on my computer.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I would have to answer my emails then I have to send some of the forms back after I scan them. Then I would open one of my stories and start writing, or edit some pages. Plus I have had about four new stories rolling around up here.”

“You know you won't be able to write when I am here.” I chuckled she was so right. Not that I had been doing any normal writing. I grinned as a certain story came to mind.

“Hey grab your phone.” Michelle stopped me and I picked it up wiping a bit of dust off of it. I frowned as I had to turn it on. Michelle dragged me out as I started going through the messages that popped up. My sister was talking about how this needed to be changed as my face was locked on my phone.

“Sean, sorry Sara if you don't put your phone away you'll walk into a fountain.” Michelle then giggled as I didn't respond and I walked into her.

“What?” She put her hand over my phone.

“You have ignored your phone all week why are you looking at it now?” I frowned before I put it away. I couldn't believe that I had. Normally I would use it here and there during the day, but I couldn't remember the last time I picked it up. I had like ten missed calls and thirty messages. A few from Max, Jewel, and Jackie, plus one from the publisher. Most of the texts were from Max, but I didn't get to read them. I felt guilty for not reading them but my sister was more important.

“Okay remind me to check them later.”

“Don't worry I will.” She took my arm and we went shopping. We found plenty of things for the apartment and a daybed that would give her some room for a tall shelf and a small cabinet closet. The daybed had six drawers underneath. What she couldn't fit in her room she could store in mine. We were the same size for somethings so I was sure we would be sharing clothing. I smiled at this as she would always try to get me to wear her clothes and a few times I did not noticing. Most of the times it was her jeans. Now I could wear anything she had.

“Um, Sara you don't have to do this.”

“What do you mean? I do need most of this stuff for the apartment. It is kind of bare, and now we got all this cute stuff.”

“I know that, but a simple cot would be fine. I have a bed at home and other things.”

“Nonsense girl, you're my sister and sure I am stuffing you into the closet but I can't see you not being comfortable.”
“But I can't pay you back for this not now.”

“You don't owe me a dime.”

“Three grand is too much.”

“Michelle once my book is publish that will be the same as three dollars. I got more in that first check than I have made the last year and a half. Hell I spent that much on clothes so far.” She hugged me tightly.

“I like you as my sister.”

“Hey don't push it.” We both giggled.

“Everything is set we can deliver this tomorrow morning. Would you like it to be assembled as well?”

“Are the movers cute?” Michelle asked.

“I think one of them is.” the clerk replied. I rolled my eyes, and Michelle laughed. I swiped my card and it was done. We hit the grocery store after that. We got enough to hold us over until I could take the car. Michelle wanted to shop for clothes but most of the shops were closing by the time we got there. Maybe I should get one of those services that delivered? We came back and dropped the bags on the table.

“You should have warned me we would be walking everywhere. My feet are killing me.” Michelle complained as she sat down removing one of her heels.

“You are the one who decided to wear heels.”

“I know but I needed to be taller than you.”

“We're the same size now so why should it matter?”

“Because it used to bother you that you were so short. I couldn't resist teasing you.”

“Well all you did was get sore feet. Now help me put this away tall one.” We laughed as we put away the groceries. We got everything finished and I put a pot on for tea.

“Hey you can check your phone now.”

“My phone? Oh ya.”

“Hey don't turn into an air head on me.”

“No I have just been distracted lately.” I pulled it out and started to read the texts I had missed. The theme was clear after a few of them. Most asked, 'where are you?' I cringed as I read the messages from Jewel and Jackie. Jewel ended her texts with 'whatever' Jackie was trying to get me to talk to Max. When I opened his texts he went from concerned to angry. Sure I had gotten lost in my problem and ignored my phone for days when I wrote, but this time Max was acting weird, like he was my boyfriend and not my best friend, but what bothered me that he had visited a few time and he thought I wasn't home. I would have heard him banging on my door shouldn't I? Michelle's phone rang and I jumped as it sounded like gun shots.

“Hi mom...” Oh crap! “No we are doing great.” I got up and rushed to get the modulator. “I know mom, but sh- he has something to tell you.” It was charged but I felt funny when I put it on. “No I can't tell you it is his news.” I finished clipping it on and walked to my sister. “Okay here he is. Its our mother.” My hand shook as I took her phone and Michelle had an evil grin on her face.

“Hi mom.” the modulator whined a bit.

“You should call more and keep your phone on. What if we needed to get a hold of you and what is wrong with your voice?” I cringed as I forgot to hit phone mode.

“No that was just interference do I sound better now?”

“Alright honey but what is the big news your sister mentioned.”

“I going to be published, and by Hatchingsworth Publishing. Isn't it great?”

“That's wonderful dear, but don't they have some strange rule? Well anyways now that you are an official author when are you coming home for a visit?” I sighed as she didn't remember what the rule was.

“Well I have to go back up there on Monday and meet with the editors, and also finalize the contract. Not sure how busy I will be after that, but I am sure once everything gets rolling I can do most of it online. How about it a few weeks?”

“How about in two weeks for your father's birthday. You missed mine and your sister's. We have been worried about you.”

“Mom you know I get lost in my writing. I do take care of myself though. A lot has happened over the last week and it is more than I can process right now.”

“Okay, but you know you can talk to me. I am here for you and I worry about you.”

“I know mom it's just...” The modulator beeped and my voice changed. I almost panicked as I put her on mute. “Test test.” I sighed as it started working again.

“What wrong with your voice hello?”

“Sorry mom where was I?”

“Didn't you hear me and what happened to your voice?”

“Oh the microwave distracted me, and nothings wrong with my voice.” I cringed and Michelle was not helping by laughing behind her hand.

“You have to tell her.” she suddenly mouthed.

“Not yet.” I mouthed back, and the device squawked.

“Seriously that is annoying.”

“Look mom the connection is breaking up we'll call you later.”

“Okay put your sister on.” I sighed as Michelle took her phone back.

“Hi mom.”

“Is he okay. He sounds distracted.”

“Mom he is fine just under some stress. You know how he gets.”

“Okay honey you keep an eye on him and text me later what you can't say now.”

“I will mom, I love you.” Michelle put the phone down and started laughing until tears formed. I frowned until she stopped as I checked out the device. “You are going to have to tell her.”

“I know, but I hoped to have some more time. Maybe I could come up with something.” I sat down and turned the computer on. The device shouldn't be doing this. The battery was charged nearly to full.

“Oh no you can't put this off. Dad is turning fifty.”

“He his going to have a cow. His only son is now his daughter. Mom will be shocked but dad?”

“I wasn't shocked much and mom will surprise you. Dad will understand. He may not like it, but he'll come around.”

“And if he kicks me out. You know how he can get.”

“Sara he loves you and has accepted that you got the short side of the stick, and that you are not a manly man, but you carved your own path.”

“Thanks I needed a short joke.” We both chuckled. I plugged the USB in and set up the diagnostic. “I think the only thing that stopped him from treating me as a failure was my deep voice. Now that I am female...”

“Sara look you are you. Once you convince him you are happy then it will work out.” I sighed. I couldn't see this going well. I guess she had higher hopes than I did.

“I was happy before, and sure I really found I liked playing around as a female, but I never wanted to be one. You know how much I wanted a rugged face with a beard. Hell I looked like a girl even with a flat top.”

“You have always worked with the hand you were dealt. Now woman up and deal with this as well. You didn't make the choice, but you still have to live with the result. Just think I am jealous of you.”

“Really?”

“Come on put that thing down.” I did and she dragged me to the mirror. “Look at you no makeup and you still look better than me. Your skin is perfect. Your hair I have always envied. Even your chest looks fuller than mine I bet those girls stick straight out. Your waist is smaller, and that gives you a figure I don't have.”

“I use a corset.”

“A corset can do that, but you are not wearing one now. I am proud of you and this is better not that there was anything wrong with the old you.” I smiled and hugged my sister. She squeezed and swung back and forth nearly knocking us both down. She than smashed a kiss on my cheek and I giggled as she tickled me.

“No don't you...” She did and I was soon laughing out of control. “No... ha, ha, ha, I'm...” I peed myself as I sunk to the floor. Michelle laughed as I blushed. My whole head turned beet red as my body shuddered as another reaction made my embarrassment even worse. I screamed out a moan and panted as I came. Michelle's laughter died as she stepped away.

“I'm so sorry. I... I... I'll get a towel and a bath ready.” I should have warned her how sensitive I was. I had forgotten how she could suddenly tickle me and always when you never expected it. I had never peed myself before, but came close several times. Having a penis was like folding a hose to pinch it closed. I couldn't do that now. I felt towels being pushed under me. Michelle got me to stand and helped me undress. I don't think anyone could be more embarrassed or ashamed. She guided me to the bathroom and into the tub. I barely heard the soothing words as she added bubble bath to the water. She left and came back with the soiled clothes stuffing them in the small stand up washer.

“You know if we are going to live here together you're going to need a bigger washer.” I giggled. “So... I'm sorry. I didn't think that would happen or the other thing.”

“Hypersensitivity sucks.”

“That bad?” I glanced at Michelle and she was blushing. I rarely saw her blush, virtually never.

“So you can blush?” I giggled.

“Yes I can. Your sister is not as embarrassment free as you thought.”

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Not making it worse, or flipping out that I...”

“That you came? I have heard about it.”

“Ya it has been hell the last few days. A few times I passed out. Much better today. I almost thought it was over.”

“I can't imagine something like that.”

“You have never had one?”

“No I have had plenty, but so strong you pass out. Now I really am jealous.” I drifted off into thought. I really should have texted Max and them instead of writing porn. I needed to write several apologies after this bath.

“Earth to Sara?”

“Sorry I just realized how much of a dick I've been to my friends.”

“Excuse me you can't say that anymore.” We both giggled.
“You're right but I can't call myself a bitch.”

“Hey it has its perks.” I laughed this time. “Okay I am going to let you finish as I have a floor to clean.”

“Sorry.”

“Not you fault.” Michelle shut the door. It was some time before I washed and got out. I padded over to my bed drying my hair. Michelle walks in and I blush lightly as I smile. She looks at me and shakes her head.

“What?”

“Strange that you blush at the littlest of things and yet you walk around here naked with the blinds open.” I giggled and toss the towel over a chair. Posing for my sister for a second. “Cute as a Kitten.”

“I did it as a guy, and never got any complaints. Plus I don't do it at night.” I pulled up some black panties and dug out a matching black lace bra. “Better?”

“Not much, but get dressed as I have started dinner. Your favorite.” I paused for a second and tossed on a tee and pajama pants. Tuna noodle casserole was for dinner and we talked until we both got tired.

Having my sister here brought back a lot of memories. Even though she is a year younger than I am she caught up with me in height and for a little bit she was taller until we both stopped at five two. Many people mistook us for twins as we acted alike and drove our parents nuts like most kids. Even with short hair and boy's clothes people thought I was a girl more than half the time. Even worse when she would wear my clothes as well. It somewhat stopped as my voice deepened, but there was always someone who would point it out, or be shocked speechless when I spoke. By then I was used to it. I have green eyes and she has blue with the highlights in my hair now her hair is a bit darker, though it was lighter while we grew up.

Our figures are about the same. My waist is a bit smaller and if I could get her weight she would have five pounds on me. My breasts were firmer than hers which I assume after a time, mine would settle to look more like hers. There used to be differences in our faces, but now we looked even more like twins. Getting up this morning had given me the chance to notice all this as we tried on clothes. I was wearing one of her sun dresses and she had on one of mine. Even our feet were the same size. We laughed as she found three pairs of my shoes were the same style she owned. The delivery came early and we both ogled the guys as they set it all up. I was in a constant state of blushing, but it was a pure thrill teasing the two men. I could have killed her for asking for their numbers, but I think she only did it because it made me blush even more. I was so relieved when they left.

“Damn those two were hot. Did you see how he was flexing for you?” I blushed again.

“Will you stop making me blush.”

“Why its cute?”

“Because I am not attracted to guys.”

“Then you better stop blushing and acting shy.”

“I can't help it, but I did get a kick out of teasing them. Just it not the same being a girl now.”

“Is that what made you decide to dress up other than the publisher?”

“Not at first, but once I started it got outta hand.”

“And how so?”

“Not ready to tell you.”

“Tell me or I'll Tic... Dammit I can't even threaten you.” I giggled. “So what are we wearing tonight?”

“It is not even one yet and you still have some unpacking to do.”

“It is never too early and I have an idea that I know you will love.” Michelle got up to go to my room when we both heard a knock on the door.

“I'll get it.”

“No better I get it and you go get what you wanted to show me.”

“Okay.” I walked over to the door and opened it.

“Hi.” Megan greeted. “I want to apologize.”

“Well my sister is here and we had a lot of things to catch up on come in.”

“No that's okay.”

“Come in she doesn't bite.” She chuckled as she came in.

“Hey Megan.”

“Hello.” I watched Megan's reaction to my sister. As she looked from me to her and then back to me. The way she looked made me a bit jealous.

“Look I was thinking this dress and these shoes. I have the same and we can pass as twins.”

“I was thinking of the Lolita dress as it will blend better with where we are going. Most of the people there are Goth.”

“You're going out?”

“Ya you wanna come.”

“Not really I thought I could make it up to you.” Megan looked at my neck and I didn't catch her expression.

“Well we can go out and I would love to show you to my friends.” I so hoped she would take me up on the offer. I was sure there was someone she would hit it off with.

“No plus you don't know them that well. I would feel like a third wheel.”

“Megan they are just like us. A mix of Goth, Trans, and a bit extra.”

“No I'll pass.” I squeezed up against her and she blushed for first time.

“You sure? I would love to show you off.” I bit my lip and she blushed even more. I have no idea why I was pressing her after I had turned her down.

“No I'm not feeling well.” I pouted seeing the confliction in her eyes.

“Okay, but you won't get out of it next weekend.”

“Then next weekend, nice meeting you.” Megan backed out. I shut the door and turned around.

“Well now she was a bitch. No offense.”

“What do you mean?”

“First off she is direct. Her tone was clearly saying that she was more important than anyone. She was looking for something and I don't think she saw it. From there she started acting passive. You pick up on that and asserted yourself. I thought it was sweet and it should have convinced her. However I felt she closed the door before even leaving. I would say she is hung up on you hard.”

“That is... wow, observant.”

“I think she wants you submissive. Plus she feels like a private person one who is greedy. You need to be very careful around her.”

“Damn I'm still a guy.” Michelle chuckled.

“That is not it, but you are blinded by your attraction, plus you have a lot to catch up on. You may act like a woman for most people, but I know you and well you are just not there yet.”

“Well you haven't changed.”

“I didn't take psychopathology and criminal profiling for four years not to pick up a few tricks. Beats out your degree in engineering. That you never use.”

“Sure I do just not in real life.”

“Be careful with her I don't want to see you get hurt.”

“Okay I'll think about it.”

“I can't believe you wouldn't dress as my twin. Then again I really like the look you put together.”

“I am surprised you wore what I suggested.” I had on a short Lolita goth dress. Purple and black a little higher than mid thigh just enough to reveal the top of my black stockings. The skirt was ruffled and flared out. Long sleeves with angel sleeves as well the shoulders puffed just enough. The neck cut down but not enough to show cleavage. It came with a thick collar of purple and a black bow tie. My hair was done in a braided crown with full length bangs hanging to each side. My makeup was purple as well along with my lips which were shaped to look smaller and fuller. I hoped the purple blush would hide my natural blushing. I wore simple black patent leather Mary Jane's with a four inch heel. I wanted a little top hat or ears, the big contacts and extreme eyelashes, but I didn't have time to find them. A parisole or a fan would have been nice as well. I wore simple pink panties with panty shot written on them.

Michelle my sister opted for a simple dress and used my corset on the outside. The black corset contrasted with the white dress. Her shoulders were bare and circled with a three inch band. She also wore thigh stockings with a slightly white coloring with white sandal heels. Her hair was done the same way as mine. She also wore a lace collar with a pink bow. Her make up was simple with her lips painted pale pink that stood out against her tan skin. It was a look that I hoped to copy the next time we went out. Not sure what Michelle wore for panties cause she wouldn't show me. Maybe she was going commando? I giggled at the thought.

From the time we left the apartment until we got to Max's apartment. People stared at us. One ran into a pole which we both enjoyed laughing at. I pulled out my phone and tapped on Max's number. It rang.

“Come on pick up.”

“Hello?” He sounded a bit tired.

“Max don't you dare pretend to be asleep.”

“Who is this?” His tone changed from tired to expectant. Michelle pulled the phone out of my hand. “Hey.”

“Get down here you mud sucker.”

“Michelle? Where are you?”

“Outside you gummy glasses.”

“Funny when did you get into town and where is Sean?”

“Right next to me as Sara. Get dressed we're going out.”

“Come on up I just got home a bit ago.” We heard the door buzz. I pushed it open.

“Okay be right there.” Michelle hung up and gave the phone back.

“I can't believe he is letting us in.”

“I saw the messages...”

“Michelle!”

“They were not bad he was just worried about you.”

“Trust me he shouldn't have been.” Normally I would have raced up the long flight to the first floor, but we took the elevator. We chatted a bit waiting for the slow car to get down. We got to his door and I knocked.

“It's open.” I heard Max yell. Michelle opened the door and walked in. I followed her and Max was standing in the doorway of his bedroom. Wearing nothing but black leather pants and drying his hair. He looked at Michelle with a big smile and then at me with more concern in his face. Michelle got into her shrilly happy dance like she just won the lottery. They hadn't seen each other in six years every time she came to visit he was gone. His face turned to amused curiosity as my heart suddenly pounded, and I felt a pang of jealousy as Michelle jumped on him to pull him down into a hug. Then I saw him looking at me with confusion. Could he not tell us apart.

“Sara why didn't you tell me he turned into such a good looking man.” Max blushed for once and I enjoyed his discomfort. I also knew that this was just Michelle teasing him. Then again he had filled out in the last six years. I never noticed before now, oh my.

“Okay um wow you two look great. My friends are going to flip. I thought you were Sara, Michelle, but only you would scream that way.” He wiggle his finger in his ear.

“You better watch out we just may keep that in mind to trick you.”

“You better not tease cause I will make you blush. Anyways there is water in the fridge it won't take me to long to dress.” Michelle pouted as he turned her around and guided her out. She turned around as she placed her hands on her hips at the same time the door closed. She then turned and opened her mouth wide.

Then mouthing, “He's so hot.”

“Back off he's mine.” I smiled and then giggled as she looked shocked.

“Sorry but I have dibs and I know he still has the hots for me.”

“Okay go for it.” Michelle was ready with a comeback and she paused.

“You know... I think we just were going to fight over him. I think it will drive him insane.”

“But you played hard to never get in high school. He may surprise you.”

“Maybe, but how long does it take for him to get dressed.”

“He needs a bit more time you'll see.” I got two waters out while we waited. Michelle couldn't sit so she started exploring.

Ooo, what's this? I don't see any dogs in here.”

“It is not for animals.”

“What do you mean?”

“There is more to Max then you know and I only found out last week.”

“I don't get it.”

“You should, it looks about the right size for you.”

“Ewe!” I giggled as she put it back. Then we both turned as we heard Max chuckle.

“Not ewe, just different and fun some times.” Michelle couldn't hide her shock. His eyes and lips were black. He had added a few black tears and a studded collar. A long trench coat hung from his shoulders. The black shirt underneath looked like armor. His boots came nearly to his knees. I was surprised they were not platformed. He looked intimidating if it wasn't for the smile of amusement.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, but where were you?”

“I was at home.”

“No you weren't Megan saw you leave. I don't like her. I told you six months ago to stay away from her.”

“No you didn't. I barely even said hello to her until last weekend.”

“You dated her for three months. Don't fall for her again.” I was shocked how could I date someone for six months and not remember? Yet I saw the truth in his face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Forget it.” Max sighed.

“Okay I came here to have fun you two can argue later.”

“Okay.” I replied quietly. It bothered me that I didn't remember something as serious as this.

“What's in the box?” Max asked.

“Nothing for you to concern yourself with.” I couldn't tell him it was for Jackie and it was the modulator. It checked out fine and then got an update, so I thought the glitch was gone, but I had to tell my parents sometime. If I kept the device I would never do so, and would push it off until I had to go visit. Mom would need to know and I hadn't talked about it with Michelle, but I knew she would help me. Max paused at the door and then looked at the collar.

“Sara you wanna wear it?”

“No thank you.”

“I will.” Michelle replied as we both looked at her with her big smile.

“It was not a joke it was serious, well mostly.” She changed her mind mid sentence as Max gave her a concerned look.

“Awe, you tease.”

“Michelle I'll explain later, but for now that is the same as a wedding band.” Michelle blinked looked at the collar and at both of us.

“Oh, my.”

“Let's go paint the town black.” Max growled. I giggled while Michelle looked concerned? Either way he offered his arm to her, and I took his other arm before he could offer. I don't think he was happy I did so but I didn't want him to not offer it. He let it remain. If I thought we got stared at before I was wrong. People stopped in their tracks or got out of the way. It was fun to get such a reaction. It faded as we got closer to the club as it was seen more often. Michelle stopped dead in her tracks as we got nearly to the door. I came around to her to see curiosity mixed with fear at the club and the other people entering.

“You okay?”

“Ya, its just now that I see this I think we are not coming out that vampires will trap us once it gets dark.” Max chuckled softly as I smiled.
“I never thought that when I came here. I was just like you on Max's arm. I felt nervous, but safe.” I sighed and looked up to Max. “I Have changed, but I don't think you understand.”

“It wasn't just me. It was Jackie and Wendy, but more importantly Jewel she really likes you. I hope she is here cause you two need to mend.” Max stated quietly with a calm that carried a weight that I never felt. I smiled with both of them as I took Michelle's arm.

“Let's go have some fun.” I could feel that Michelle was shaking. The one person that I thought was fearless. Back in high school she faced off against half the football team. She got them to back away. I never saw her more scary then on that day. I think maybe her imagination was getting the best of her and I felt her relax as we got close to the table that Max's and my new friends controlled.

“Well look who the puppy found.” Freddie stated.

“Hmm, twins, but which one is fresh meat?” Luke asked.

“Cut it out you two, you're scaring them.” Fiona demanded.

I looked straight at Jewel and she was staring at Michelle. She then looked at me and I smiled then screwed up my face in an attempt to say I was sorry. Then she looked confused looking at both of us.

“Well we have Sara and Sara.” Jackie stated as she got up. “Sounds like we got a small addition to our normal bet.”

“Not this time.” Max replied. “One of these lovelies is not staying.”

“Oh but that is not correct. One us just moved here.” I corrected.

“What's this bet?” Michelle whispered in my ear.

“You'll see it will sound off but it is an eye opener.” I whispered back.

“To start the bet a new pot must be created.” Randy declared. “One of you ladies is the real Sara and the other is?”
“Michelle.” Max replied. “Sara's sister.”

“Wow they do look very alike even with the different makeup.” Kim purred.

“Do realize the pot starts at ten a piece. It can be raised at the one hour mark. At the second hour final bets must be placed. The choices remain. Male or female, Dom, sub, or vanilla. With the bonus choice of who is who.” Freddie explained. “Is everyone in agreement?”

“Not entirely. The true Sara has to add to the pot and doing so would reveal who is who. I say to add the bonus that both of them have to add to the pot.” Sable suggested. “It is only fair.”

“Are you willing to see who you really are?”

“Sure why not.” Michelle replied.

“Hey don't answer for me.” I quickly added.

“Come on they would have thought I was Michelle the whole time.” Michelle complained.

“You're not Michelle I am Michelle.”

“No you are Sara.” Michelle replied. I grinned with her as I had forgotten how fun this was.

“Fine than you are Sara.”

“I didn't say that, Michelle.”

“Michelle please they are not going to get it.”

“Sure they will Michelle.” Michelle countered they all were laughing.

“Well I need to introduce them all so you don't get them confused. Over there the scary one is Freddie, next to him is Kim, Randy, Luke, Vivian, Jewel, Wendy, Fiona, and Sable.” Max rattled of their name's.

“How am I supposed to remember that?”

“You just have to. I told you before their names.” Michelle stated. “Max said Freddie, Kim, Randy, Luke, Vivian, Wendy, Fiona, and Sable.”
“Sara you just ruined it.” Max remarked jumping into our game.

“Well there is one easy way to tell...”Fiona offered.

“No we can't feel them up.”

“No not that. Don't need to touch. Both of you sit on that bench.” Fiona suggested. We both sat down crossing our legs. I tucked my foot under for the double cross and Michelle copied me. “Nice you must have planned well, but I wasn't finished you have to sit down hard like a guy. Keeping your legs together.”

“That would tell you but a lady doesn't plop.” Michelle denied him. “But Max could check if he liked.” Michelle offered. The group chuckled as Max blushed. It was a bit hard to see.

“Well I have never met Sara's sister, but I did see a picture at her house and Max's house.” Jackie stated. “I still can't see the differences.” It continued like this for thirty minutes before other topics blended in. I knew it was going to be hard not talking seriously with Jewel. I saw the hurt in her eyes but I could talk to her normally at least. Without knowing who is who she had to be friendly with both of us. The hardest part was the questions only I would know. Michelle could either guess but mostly she said I don't know or I can't say. I did the same thing. Funniest part was trying to reply for each other. I hoped they were as confused as I was. Being asked to dance was their attempt to figure it out by feel. Jackie knew so she didn't try the same thing. I respected her honesty. What I didn't count on was that Max was slowly confused. Neither one of us held back when we danced with him. I couldn't rub on him for long, but he knew neither one of us had anything so soon he was calling me Michelle.

“Hey Jackie.” Wendy called.

“Yes?”

“Is the hand holding rule still in effect from last time?”

“I don't think so, darling.”

“I think it is.” Jewel countered. “I never heard that it was stopped.”

“That is true it never was stopped.” Freddie added.

“Max what are they talking about?” Michelle asked, after she looked at their hands.

“Ya what's with this hand holding rule?” I asked as well.

“Kittens it is simple. Max and Sara made a bet with me that if they held hands then they had to kiss. Well they got caught, and they kissed twice.” Jackie had looked from Michelle to me several times. We both raised our hands and stared in shock at each other.

“Okay.” Michelle looked up at Max.

“No not going to happen that was last week and I am not going to stir that pot again. Plus even I am confused as to who is who. You planned this too damn good.” My sister frowned.

“Well time is up, so everyone fill out you papers.” Freddie ordered. A few minutes passed and Max had to total up the guesses.

“Well everyone said female this time. Everyone thinks Michelle is vanilla and half of you still think Sara is a sub. Didn't know she was part of this bet. As far as who is who, eight of you picked Sara as pink and Jewel you picked purple to be Sara.”

“So will the real Sara please stand up.” Both of us stood up and they all laughed. We hugged and then Michelle sat down.

“No way.” Randy complained.

“I am Sara.”

“Okay then turn off you thingy?” Vivian demanded. I looked at Max and then back at them.

“Sara don't.” Michelle stopped me as she stood up as she removed the collar. “I am Michelle. I am female and I had a boyfriend who wanted to try a little BSDM he liked it and I didn't get it. It was fun, but pain is not my turn on.”

“It is not about pain anyone can do that. It is about submission and dominance. Trust, and knowing the limits of that trust. You can have plenty of lessons that don't include pain or sex.” Sable explained. “I would be willing to show you if I am allowed.” He looked to Kim. I was a bit surprised Sable though he was dressed as a Goth female he was a very dominant person.

“He explained that to me. We tried both sides and neither fit with me, once it got serious. I do like handcuffs.” They chuckled.

“So does everyone agree that Jewel won.” They all nodded. Wendy stood up.

“I have one question how did you figure it out?”

“Sara's hair has highlights. Michelle does not. I didn't think about it until I wrote it down. Plus Sara blushes a lot.” Jewel explained as she accepted the envelope. “So next round on me!” We cheered and I looked at Jewel. Smiling she pointed at me and signaled that I needed to come to her.

“Yes Jewel?”

“Sit with me.” I sat down and I opened my hand. She looked at it and then took it. “I went over what happened and I see we all could have done better. The question is who are you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you Sean or Sara? Sara is submissive and I think Sean is vanilla or dom. I can go either way, but feel better as the dominant.”
“I am me. I hope a mix of both, but physically I am Sara and I can't change that easily.”

“You're a guy.” I shook my head and slide very close to her. I whispered in her ear as I put her hand under my skirt. She gasped as she felt what was there and I shuddered hoping she would stop. Not one of my better ideas.

“Max doesn't know.”

“It's impossible. “How can you be female? You were very much a man last weekend.” She tried to put here finger inside and I yelped before pulling away and closing my legs tight. A chant rose up as the others started yelling kiss over and over. I looked to see Michelle and Max kiss and they didn't stop. My heart leaped into my throat. There was something painful about the kiss.

“Who is this for?” Jackie asked. She held up the modulator box next to me.

“Jackie that is yours.”

“Okay.” She opened the box and pulled it out and placed it around her neck. “Hello?” Here voice was distorted as it was way too deep. I got up and helped her adjust it.

“Talk really quietly.”

“She sells seashells by the seashore.”

“Let me try that.” Vivian asked. A moment later she did the same thing, but she would shake her head like something was wrong. Then she spoke in chipmunk voice to everyone's amusement. Vivian handed it back to Jackie and looked at me for too long. I blushed and snuggled up to Jewel. From there things went a bit like the last weekend. I danced with Jewel and a few others, and even danced with Max. Michelle was dancing with Luke who was a cutie. I felt fingers on my cheek forcing me to look up at Max. That he suddenly kissed me made me falter which he pulled me in closer. I felt heat filling my cheeks and then spread all over. Before when we kissed it was exciting and taboo. However I yearned for it and felt myself opening up with anticipation. It was only after the kiss ended that guilt hit me as I blushed in shame. Michelle came over and pulled me away from Max.

“I'm sorry.” I was on the verge of tears tore between knowing Max has always wanted Michelle, and my desire to have my best friend.

“No don't. You don't have to be guilty as long as you share.”

“What?!” She giggled and all thoughts of crying vanished.

“Come on don't you think he hasn't at least once fantasized having us both tonight?”

“I am sure he has but we nearly did something last time. I don't think I could even now.”

“Wait you slept together? Oh do tell.” The look as she dragged me to the bathrooms meant I wasn't getting out of this.

“No we just kissed.”

“And?”

“Do I really have to?”

“Yes I want every detail.” My sister grinned as I blushed. I don't think my face could have gotten any redder. I found myself twisting the ring as I thought of where to start.

“There you are.” Jewel came in and suddenly it was worse.

“I...”

“What has her so flustered?”

“My sister was about to tell me what happened last weekend.”

“Oh that is something even a sister shouldn't know, but I am sure we can repeat the event.”

“Wait?” Michelle looked from me and to Jewel several times. “You were there?” Jewel beamed like she just ate the canary with no guilt before nodding.

“I think this time Max will have his hands full. That is if you can get over your inhibitions and share.”

“I, I think I can.” Now it was time for Michelle to blush as Jewel moved right up to her. Michelle backed up and fell into the lounge. Jewel bent over and whispered a long time in her ear. The shock grew with every second and then she giggled a few times staring straight at me.

“Hey no...”

“Sara don't worry I am not going to bite her.” Jewel grinned and then winked. “Not hard anyway.”

“I don't like being left out.”

“I did say anything that didn't happen and I want to dance, so unless you have to pee.” I was wary but with the way Michelle grinned it wasn't too bad. It wasn't long before we were dancing again. Slowing everything turned a little blurry though I remembered kissing several of the group ending with a very passionate kiss from Jewel.

“Come home with me.” The next thing I know is we are all giggling as I opened the door. From there I remembered kissing and lightning followed by explosions. Such sweet explosions.

I have never felt so good after drinking as I did now barely on the verge of being fully awake. For once in my life I was beyond explanation on how good I felt. No other words to describe it other then fully content with a hint of electric. The next sense that came to me was the warm body holding me. Wrapping itself around me in a blanket of protection. I silently giggled as I wiggled my rear feeling something that gave me flashes of lightning so few hours ago. The next sense that came to me was the smell of our mutual efforts to please each other. The feminine clashed and blended with the masculine sending my mind back to that first tease as clothing fell this way or that. How my sister and I teased Max as a team with Jewel adding extra flavor.

She was the distraction that drove Max to misplace who was who. Though as much as he thought wrong the more he was right each time. Jewel knew that her time in our sharing wouldn't last as she tasted him first enjoying and teasing us with how good he was that Michelle was just as eager to get him ready for another round. Gone was the shame and mental reservation that even dressed as a woman pleasing him with my mouth was not allowed. That it was wrong on every level. That doing so would be so erotic, so self stimulating. We stopped well sort of the explosive outcome as she wanted him inside more than I did. I was entranced watching Jewel and even more so watching my sister lose herself in pleasure. My mind was filled with needy desire and ultimate dread.

Max I don't think he even realized that slowly Jewel left the room or that Michelle glowing in her post orgasm faded from sight. For a second time I worshiped my biggest fear and loving every fine detail, every wrinkle, bump and vein. He was so big yet I couldn't get enough. I sensed instinctively when to stop and we slowly switched positions. Lightning ignited fire which burned higher and higher crashing in waves as each burst came and went only to get replaced with a stronger one. Then another shift came and he was at the slope and it was more then dangerously slippery. I gasped at the brief, but painful intrusion into such a perfect storm. Slowly he calmed the storm as my eyes flew open with revelation that he was inside of me. My smile contradicted my tear filled eyes as this was as much terrifying as it was blissful. My mind was split into two screams as one joy and the other shame.

It was then that Max woke up to see the blood as he pulled back the fear that he had hurt me evident on his handsome face. Then shock as he called my name.

“Sara?” I felt his confusion, but then I suddenly giggled as I used my legs to pull him back inside of me.

“Max don't you dare stop.” I grinned as I wiggled next to him now remembering how well he filled me. How strangely he throbbed and pulsed. He moved slowly at first then faster as I pushed to meet him. Our rhythm perfect in every way. The feeling of it all was over my head through my heart and shook my soul. I wondered how it would be as I gained a new level of being with each time we pressed together. Slowly he moved faster and faster as I needed him inside of me longer and longer as each pulse was shorter and shorter. Then I just knew right before his peak was reached. I saw his face contort and each and every pulse hit me like a hammer. I twisted and screamed only now several hours later remembering the complaints of the neighbors. Then I floated on a wave of nirvana being nothing and everything at once. When finally my heart returned to my chest I looked at Max's shocked and guilty face. The shame that covered it all, but the hidden glee of his release. A wave rolled over me as an aftershock and I giggled as I pulled him on top of me.

That he was capable of going again was part jealousy and joy. The first was quick and the second so long, so much better. I knew beyond anything that now I could love him more then a best friend more then a soul mate, more than a brother. That I could love him as a woman. It didn't matter to me that I once was a man. From the way he caressed me, it made me realize he saw the same thing. Now my daydream was pushed away as I felt him push inside of me. That he had the wrong door made me giggle. The feeling sky rocketed quickly and I felt little shocks as the pace quickened. He steadied out and nibbled on my neck as his hands tickled my side or squeezed my rear. Morning sex was just too short as I felt him jerk as he moaned. Still a nice wave of pleasure pulsed through me knowing I got him to do this.

“I love you.” I let it slip out. Microseconds passed as I waited for his reply then he tensed before pulling out quickly. Gone was the warmth as the bed shifted and recoiled to his vanished weight. I twisted and saw the panic in his face from the shock and the confusion in his eyes. It was only then seeing his reaction that I truly heard myself. That I felt nothing move on my chest as I turned to face him that there was a presence in between my legs that shouldn't have been there.

“Sean what the hell?”

“Max I can explain.”

“I don't think you can. You... You're a trap.” He looked like a trapped animal as he searched for his clothing. Finding his pants he nearly jumped into them his little yelp that made me wince as he pulled hair closing his zipper the two buttons he managed to fasten as he filled his hands with other items.

“No please the ring.” He glared at me as he shoved his feet into his boots.

“I don't know how, but you tricked me. Lied to me. No one does that to a friend, to a best friend. You're sick in the head. You need help.” His first step shook the apartment and the rest rumbled like an earth quake as he stormed out. The wail of pain sounded in the distance and gather volume to final realization as two sets of arm enveloped me that I was the one crying.

“It's okay we'll fix it.” Michelle's voice was strong and safe.

“Oh wow. I...” Amazed is how Jewel felt, yet so full of understanding. I am not sure when I stopped crying, but halfway through I felt Michelle move away. Jewel got closer and I found myself laying on her lap as she stroked my hair. She comforted me as I felt so weak so lost. Confused as how the ring could have failed. I twisted it on my finger and finally stopped crying as anger started to grow. The ring was on the wrong hand. Before it was on my right ring finger it was now on my left index finger. How I could have moved it was beyond my reason. I forgot everything as I blanked out.

“Michelle, Sean just froze.” Michelle rushed back into the room.

“What do mean?”

“Look at her.” They both looked at Sean and saw the dead look in his eyes. They knew he was still breathing as silent sobs shook his body. The complete lack of consciousness was gone from his face. Both girls looked at each puzzled at each other. “Maybe we shouldn't have left Sara with Max last night.”

“But I don't understand. They looked so perfect together. How could this happen?”

“Well Sara did tell me there was something about this ring.”

“It's on the wrong finger. Take it off and move it to the right pinky. That should do it.” Jewel tried and then struggled.”

“It is not moving. I can't even twist it.”

“But I saw Sean move it from one finger to the other.”

“You mean Sara. This is still Sara even in man mode.”

“Sister, brother that doesn't matter right now.”

“You just have to. Sean is so quiet. Down right blunt when he was vocal. As male Sara she was mischievous and so shy. As female Sara, she was energetic, outgoing, happy even. As much as she looks like Sean she is still a girl.”

“Well, we don't have time for being nice. Come we need some cold water.” Jewel nodded and laid Sean out on the bed. She then stared at his body and then looked at Michelle.

“What?”

“Nothing just, no nothing.” The two filled a bucket with really cold water added ice to get it colder. Once it was melted. They went back in. They both looked on in concern as Sean still laid there on the bed as if dead. Eyes wide open, chest barely rising and falling. They both raised the smaller pots and tossed the freezing water from two different directions.

Burning cold water was all Sean felt as he shot up into sitting. He glared at Michelle and Jewel as his sister was concerned and then Jewel giggled. He launched his naked body from the bed chasing his sister out of his room. All he saw was anger and as he whipped around to face Jewel he stopped as he looked down at her. Her giggle had stopped as she looked afraid and then she look wicked before that faded as well as she looked up at him.

“You grew?”

“You shrank.” Jewel moved closer and touched his chest.

“So are you going to hurt me?” I puzzled her question as she looked half afraid and the other half excited. It didn't help that I was naked and the thin shift she wore left nothing to the imagination. Only the cold water stopped any reaction from showing. Then dull pain from in and around my hips brought reality back to me. I felt truly and well fucked. The loss of Max I pushed deep inside and only felt strange losing my virginity again last night and the other virginity this morning. I turned and went to the bathroom strangely enjoying being able to stand up.
I wasn't even shocked as I looked in the mirror. Gone was any sign of the girl I had been. I looked more like a man then before even my long hair looked masculine. That I was taller was evident enough in my reflection. My sleek swimmer's body was gone replace with a cut athletic build. Toned not muscled, but still broader in the shoulder. The only oddly comfortable thing was being hairless. I leaned in close and felt my face as strange as it was being rough. Shaving before was not hard as my beard was sparse before, but now I was sure I would have a full five o'clock shadow in a matter of a couple hours. I looked at the ring angry that it had ruined everything. I was cursed as the words from Mrs Payne came back to me. That it was her ring, made me even madder.

“Sean get out here now, slave.” I rolled my eyes and opened the door.

“What?!”

“I didn't tell you to speak. Now get out here.” What was her problem and did she think I would listen? Yet a small part of me held back the anger that flared inside. I would have fallen for it as Sara. Enjoyed it even. Now my world was turned over and I wasn't ever going to be in the mood.

“Jewel please just go home.” I rubbed my nose not wanting these images of her last night and the week before to haunt me.

“Not going to work is it?” She sighed with obvious pain. I came out and saw she was hurt ,but also concerned. “I guess I should go.” She got up and about nearly dashed out of the room. However I was quicker. Wrapping my arms around her and she let it all out. “Let me go.”

“No.” I finally responded after I felt tears as well. I felt another hand and looked up at my sister. Concern was there and a strange calm. Usually when my sister was calm it was time to run. This time was different as I knew I had wronged Jewel, but that I think I was correcting my mistake. Other images flashed from both nights and I suddenly gasped. Seeing something for the first time without being told how dense I had been was weird. How I felt about it was strange as well.

“Michelle?”

“Yes Jewel.”

“Is it possible to love two people at the same time, and, and maybe a third?”

“I don't think I have the answer, but it has happened.” Michelle and I glanced at each other. As much as I fear what happened to the point of shutting down, I didn't miss that she was as concerned as I was. Also I knew what she was thinking as I had a good idea Jewel was talking about me and myself as Sara. The third was either Max or Michelle. Though she could be meaning all of us as the three.

“I...”

“I think you two need to get dressed.” All the fear, anger, and shame fled as we both started laughing. Well not all of the shame as we both blushed. Michelle left and part of me hoped she would stay. It might have been easier. At first it was awkward as I had to pull out clothes I didn't plan on wearing again, and then finding out they didn't fit anymore. Jewel had found her clothing before I had found a pair of shorts that were big enough not to look like they were glued on. She grinned as I finished pulling on a tee shirt that had been baggy before now felt like it was cutting into my biceps.

“Damn you look hot.”

“Thank you, I think. This is weird.”

“Not as weird as seeing the change really happen. I mean last night was strange, but it wasn't so obvious as both of you look alike. Now I can't see any part of Sara in you.”

“Oh she is still there. I feel uncomfortable. This is not how I thought I would feel. I felt out of place as Sara, but now as I am all Sean. I need to change back.”

“Why don't you?”

“Not sure just another feeling that I can't right now.”

“I guess it would be easier if you could change back.”

“What do you mean?”

“With Max. You need to confront him, but now I don't think he can.”

“I don't think I can. I feared the idea of being bisexual. Then I changed into Sara and it wasn't so scary. Still when confronted with it, I panicked. Even not remembering exactly what I thought I still knew that all it would have taken was to touch it. Now that I have and several times it still was okay as I was Sara. This morning I was Sean sure I didn't think about it, but some part of me must have known I was male again.”

“You think you will ever be just you. I really liked the original Sean and Sara.” I felt that was not the words she wanted to use as love came to feel better. I liked the old me much better though as him I never really did anything. As Shy Sara I had done way more and as bold Sara I had a blast and felt truly loved. How much would I change as a buff Sean? Could I go back to being who I used to be or was my path only set forward?

“Hey are you two going to sit there all day? I am hungry for pancakes.” Broken out of my train of thought I noticed Jewel had jumped as well.

“Your arms are not broke.”

“I know, but your pancakes are so much better.” I chuckled while standing and walking right past Michelle that I looked down into her face felt as strange as her face showed how she felt about it.

“Wow, you grew.” I snorted and continued to the kitchen.

“He has changed a bit more then height.” Jewel giggled as Michelle's mouth opened then closed. As I was cooking my sister couldn't stop staring at me. She finally stopped during breakfast yet I felt it was only temporary.

“I am glad all these changes haven't affected your cooking. A girl could get used to this. Michelle you are so lucky.”

“Not really you didn't have to grin and bare through all his early attempts.”

“Funny.” The two girls giggled as we all cleared the table.

“So I have been thinking and...”

“Danger Will Robinson.”

“Stop I am trying to be serious.”

“So was I.”

“Argh, look. What I am trying to say is that I see more of dad in you now.”

“He does look a lot more masculine.”

“I don't want to look like I do. I want to look like me.”

“Which one?” I went to reply and I couldn't. I was so used to the old me and I liked the Sara me. Though I wasn't sure which one. The dressed version or the female one. If I based it on pure feeling then female Sara hands down yet not being able to choose felt confining.

“I don't know.”

“You do know. Which one could you live with if you couldn't change?”

“I never felt off or that I was in the wrong body. I like the times we dressed alike to fool our family and friends, but that was play. Now that have seen both sides I like different things about both. If only...” I almost added if only Max went both ways.

“Sorry, I guess that was too soon. I really do have to get going.”

“You don't have to leave.”

“No I have work in a few hours, and as much as I want to stay, I just can't.”

“Okay.” My sister hugged her and they kissed which would have shocked me before last night. I felt some embarrassment as we had done a few things siblings shouldn't do. Nothing bad, but focused teasing. Jewel came to me and we hugged and she kissed me which I returned. In some way I felt warm and on the other wrong. That she was the wrong person to kiss which got me thinking of Max and how I had lost a friend.

“You'll get him.” I blinked as Jewel rushed out the door. Heat rose to my face however only for a few seconds as I saw Megan. I took the needed steps after Jewel to catch the door. I had a bone to pick with her and the gall to want it now.

“Megan.”

“Morning, Sean?” She looked me over as glared at her. The curious smile that formed on her face was short lived as she read my face.

“You have some explaining to do.”

“What do you mean? I haven't done anything though from what heard, you sure did last night.”

“Just stop it. I know we were loud. That is not what I am even going to think about. What I want to know is why can't I ever remember dating you for three months?”

“I am sure Mistress Rayne explained as she altered your ring.”

“You mean the one you gave me.”

“Yes I gave it to you, and for good reason. I saw you as Sara before you even knew she was a part of you. I drew her out and even still have all her clothes. The ring used to hold me captive and I learned a lot. I wanted you to learn the same thing. I never thought it would use you just to get back to her.”

“What do you mean and how is that relevant to what I want to know?”

“It is not the first time you wore it. Though the first time it did a full change. I gave it to you as I know how they operate and you never would have passed. The more you tried the ring the more you turned to your book. I wanted you to stop with that waste of time as you had never even posted one story online or sent out to a publisher. I tried to make you forget about it, but it made you forget about me.” I saw the hurt in her eyes and a dozen other feelings. I felt a rush of new feelings all concerning her, but no memories were attached. How they felt was as if we dated a long time ago and knew it wouldn't work.

“Can you recharge it? Change me back to who I was before the ring?” I let Megan look at the ring and she shook her head.

“I might be able to change how the ring works. I know I can take it back and you would never change again, but I have a hunch that you can't decide who you want to be left as. If you choose wrong you will hate me.”

“You broke free of the ring. You changed it. Why can't you do it again?”

“I could in six or seven months. There are spells upon spells. Some that are gone that I would need to replace but the prime spell was changed so it will take even longer. I could create another ring, but it wouldn't work the same. No curse item can ever have the same effects.”

“Then make a non cursed item.”

“Michelle there are only curses that remain permanent. All other spells only work for a while. I would love to talk about magic in all its forms, but right now and in the hall is not the place for it. Plus with how the ring has affected you it just might reject any more alterations.”

“Then explain to me how this works with switching fingers?”

“Oh that. You have ten fingers so ten different forms possible. Meek Sara is you right pinky. Though it is only a strong suggestion. Go with the flow type. Strong Sara would be your thumb, but you will turn into a total domineering bitch.”

“Then the index finger is?”

“Alpha type, but again only if you see the change as it gives you the visual aspect on how you are perceived, so you will slowly act accordingly.”

“Can it affect your preferences?”

“No, but how you act on them is part of it. As an alpha you are strongly encouraged to be a player. I suggest moving the ring to your left ring finger. That is who you normally were.”

“But it feels drained.”

“Not for long and such a switch doesn't take the same energy. I have to go. We can talk later.” Megan entered her apartment and I backed into mine. Michelle looked at me concerned, but my thoughts were in several directions. All her answers brought up more questions. The biggest one was who was I really? What did I want? As much as I wanted to switch the ring back to my right ring finger I moved it to my left.

Shutting the door after talking to Megan was strangely final. Sure I knew that I could change, but I had not thought about doing so once my body calmed down. I don't think I would have after last night. Now I had lost Max.

“You should call him.”

“No it won't do any good.”

“How do you know if you don't call?”

“Cause I know Max. Last night was fun and exciting, then extremely special. This stupid ring ruined everything. I can't even take it off.”

“Without it you never would have had last night. Call him explain everything. I don't even know what all that ring can do to you.”

“Didn't you listen when I talked with Megan?”

“No I didn't want to over hear something I shouldn't.” We sat down and I told her everything I knew about the ring and what it could do.

“So turn into Sara again. Then if you really wanted you could trick Megan into taking it back.”

“No I couldn't do that to her. Sure I could, but the best bet is getting Mrs. Rayne to take it back. Then we would be both free of it. I am going to take a nap.”

“Sean you can't ignore this. At least text Max and tell him this was just as big of a shock to you.” I glanced at Michelle as I was so drained. My mind just couldn't see a way that would bring Max back. I picked up my phone.

“Max I didn't know I had changed until after we made love. I don't know how it happened. I only hope you can see that I love you. I hope that you can see it the same way. Please don't run. Talk to me and I will tell you about the ring and the change.” I hit send not sure if he would even read this. Hoping he would and then reply. I felt cold as I changed the bedding. I cried as the scents reminded me again of how I felt of how it was so right. That the ring ruined it all. I stuffed the dirty sheets in the hamper seeing the blood stain just sickened me, yet gave me a warm feeling. It took a long time to make the bed as my anger replaced the sorrow. I was so tired yet all these emotions roiled and twisted inside of me. That slowly I was hit with this memory or another. Somewhere in my mind I knew this would distract me as the memories with Megan came back to me in full force.

I had so much to think about and this was not the time to be reminded of the past, yet it calmed me in a strange enough way that I was able to fall asleep. Dreams or nightmares I wasn't sure which it was that woke me up. That Wendy was sitting at the end of the bed filing her nails made me scream.

“About time you woke up you little hussy.”

“Wendy who let you in? Hey I am not a hussy?”

“Just teasing and your sister did. Though I am not sure she wanted to, honey. Then again I don't think she could of stopped me. Amazing how many men can scream like a girl.” I rolled my eyes as I got out of bed.

“So why are you here other than to scare the crap out of me?”

“Oh my is my makeup that bad?”

“No, you...” She giggled and I shook my head. “Why are you here?”

“Because of Max.” I look at my phone and checked the messages. Three from the publisher and one from Anne. I'll read them later.

“Look I am too embarrassed to talk about that.”

“Girlfriend you need to talk to someone and this crazy talk of magic is just that crazy.”

“You don't believe it?”

“No I mean you passing so well and getting your girl voice down. Now maybe you hypnotizing Max into thinking you were a real girl now that might be believable, but you really being a girl, no way.”

“Well I hope you are ready to hear me out, but first I have to pee.” Wendy rolled her eyes as I went and was checking her nails again as I came back.

“So you ready to believe or at least hear the truth?”

“Truth yes believe in magic no.” I switched the ring to my right index finger. Thought about it for a second and then moved it to my pinky. I wasn't sure how long it would take. Hopefully not four hours.

“Magic is real and I am cursed.”

“Bad luck or good luck. Curses are just tricks unlucky people play on their own minds, honey.”

“What did Max tell you?”

“Everything your little sex fest with the switch in the night. He thinks you drugged him or something. Then again he rambled as drunk as he was.”

“So you never thought it odd I gave Jackie the modulator? Cause I don't have a girly voice now.”

“Not right now, and I am sure you won't use it just to prove your point.”

“I don't need to prove anything. Did I sound like a girl last night?”

“Yes and a very convincing one. Not sure why Jewel was acting so weird. Then again your sister looks so much like you when you're dressed, and I rarely saw you two at the table last night. I really like Max as he is a good lover, but I know his heart is for someone else. That it would turn out to be you I never would have guessed.” Her tone just hurt and the glare she gave was not nice. I wondered how did she convince Michelle to let her in?

“I love him. I think I always have. I am not gay.”

“Okay you are bisexual, I could see it the time we had our little sex fest even if you didn't lick the Popsicle. I knew you really wanted to. That you tricked him into thinking you were...” I stopped listening as I felt my body changing. It started in my stomach and then spread like a warm itchy feeling. This was much faster then the first time and Wendy stopped talking as I shed my clothes. It finished with my nipples tingling and my one foot resting on her knee. Her mouth was wide open as she had a clear view of my sex. The final change of Mars shrinking and turning into Venus made her jaw drop.

“Now do you believe me?” She just nodded. The way she looked at me made me blush.

“How? I mean you just changed like that like, like a, a shape shifter.”

“Magic of course. Does this not please you? Am I not a girl?”

“Yes you are, but this is too much. I mean he said he took your virginity and he knows it wasn't your sister, but then he said that you both tricked him as you both went to the bathroom and he said Jewel dragged you away and she somehow bled the second time, but which is weird as he said you wore some type of fancy faux vagina.” Then it hit me. We were pretty drunk and though it had been a while it could have been seen to look that way. With what happened the next morning he could have thought all sorts of things to explain what he saw. Max never believed it, but why would he allow both of use to... Oh wow he had resisted not enough as he never stopped us and the shock he showed I saw as something else.

“Oh poo, I didn't see it. I should have told him everything. I was so caught up in just trying to please him. I should be spanked for hours.” I started to cry.

“Um, Sara you okay?”

“No I need to be punished. You can do it. You could punish me. Then you can tell him to come over and finish my punishment. Please mistress I must be punished.”

“No I will not. Get a hold of yourself.” I moved on top of her lap and wiggle my rear.

“Please Mistress Wendy, I was so bad.”

“Don't you even think about it and Sara get dressed now.” I jumped up and I burned from embarrassment as my sister came in. I rushed to comply to her orders. I found panties and a sexy matching bra. I fretted as it took so long to get the hooks lined up for my corset. I struggled and Mistress Wendy helped me tighten it up.

“Thank you mistress.”

“And stop with the mistress crap, and it is time for you to leave.”

“What would you do if I didn't? Sara do you want me to leave?”

“No mistress.”

“I don't think Sara gets a vote.”

“This is her place.”

“But I am her sister.”

“So you know of all this magic. How is it possible?” My sister looked angry and she sighed. I was afraid she would get angry and I hope she would finally punish me.

“She got a ring that is cursed. Not really sure on how it works. Something about it depended on which hand and which finger.”

“Oh well that can explain why she is suddenly so submissive. Sara is that it?” I giggled then blushed again as I nodded yes. “I see the ring on your right pinky finger, so you wanted to be this way?”

“I wanted to try it mistress. I promise to be a good girl.” Wendy and Michelle looked confused. I wanted to please them and I felt guilty that they were not smiling.

“Sara if you move the ring to this finger what would happen?”

“I would be me, but not so willing.”

“Then switch it to that finger.” She pointed out my right index finger.

“But mistress I couldn't. That would be bad as I wouldn't listen. I would want to give you orders and want to punish you. I need to be punished.”

“And this finger.” My sister pointed at my right ring finger.

“That one shy, but boring.”

“Then I insist you move the ring to that one.”

“Then I wouldn't want to be punished. Please don't make me.” Wendy slapped my butt. I squealed as it excited me.

“Do as you are told switch the rings now and then get dressed.”

“Yes mistress.” I switched my ring hoping that maybe she could have spanked me better. Slowly the fog lifted as the sting of the slap turned a painful reminder. It still made me feel bubbly, however I was more embarrassed then excited. I put on stockings clipping them to my corset and the added the nice petticoats needed for the boguta velvet dress I wanted to wear. It was mostly black with pink and white lace. As I sat down in front of my mirror I suddenly felt weird on how I acted.

“I can't wear this.”

“You look so cute.”

“But I an not going out, and I doubt Max would let me in.”

“If you let me talk to him I think I can convince him. I mean magic is not something that you ever expect to be real. What other spells do you know?”

“Wendy this ring is it and it is cursed. I can't take it off. It is the reason we made love as two men this morning.”

“Do you feel gay now?” My sister asked.

“No but Max does, doesn't he?”

“In part he does, but mostly he is mad for being trapped. Sara are you bisexual?”

“Can Max sexual be a term?”

“No. That sounds like pansexual or romantic asexual. You really don't need a label. You are you as everyone else is.”

“Then it doesn't matter to me. Before it did, but now I don't think it would have been much of an issue. Sure I would have felt guilty. Now I just wish Max felt the same way.”

“He just might if he could see you change like I did.”

“Well I couldn't show him until tomorrow. I am not so sure a personality shift will convince him. I am going to get changed then maybe you can convince him to let us in.” I got dressed in a hurry. Though it took awhile to redo my makeup for a more day time look. My sister helped as we shared nearly the same face. Wendy just couldn't believe that I really was a girl. Even to the point of creeping me out when she watched me go to the bathroom. I just couldn't stop blushing as it was strangely erotic. Why my submissive form thought I was boring was beyond me as I could think of all sorts of things.

Getting to Max's apartment took awhile as I really didn't want to face him and it turn badly. Wendy and my sister had to push me. Once we got there I couldn't approach the door. Wendy didn't pause as she pressed the buzzer. Five, ten, fifteen seconds went by. Then thirty before she pressed it again. She texted Max and still rung the buzzer. It was a good five minutes before another person showed up at the door.
“Hey can we come in with you our friend must have fallen asleep or something.” I really was about to run, but again Wendy kept me there as the guy just grinned. He looked at me and I blushed as I looked up at him. He was looking down my shirt. It was the strangest thing I had felt. On one hand it creeped me out and on the other hand I giggled inside.

“Thank you.” my sister and I said together and the guy looked at her and back to me.

“Whoa twins.” Wendy grabbed my wrist as I giggled. Hauling me up to his apartment.

“Maybe we should just go. He must have saw us, so he won't open the door.”

“How this is a back apartment.” Wendy pounded on the door. “Hey Max open up.” I got hopeful as I heard a lock turn , but the door didn't open as the one behind us did.

“He is not there.”

“You know when he left?”

“He came back and was hauling stuff out to his beater van. Looked like he was moving out.”

“What?!”

“Hey maybe he wasn't, but he made a few trips.”

“He wouldn't leave without telling me.” I looked at my sister and then to Wendy. “No.” I sank to the floor sitting just like a kid.

“Did he take a guitar with him?”

“Ya and a set of speakers. Landlord will not be happy he didn't clean everything out, but I am not going to tell him. The prick still hasn't fixed my sink.” The woman closed her door and I never felt something being more final.

“He'll be back.” Michelle declared.

“No he won't.” I got up just knowing this.

“Yes he will cause he owes me money.” Wendy added.

“Even more of a reason he won't be back.”

“Come on I think I know him well enough. He is friends with the whole gang I am sure he won't just leave us all behind without telling one of us where he is going?” I wanted to believe Wendy and slowly even she lost hope as each and everyone she texted hadn't seen him since last night. Getting back to the apartment I was numb. Wendy was still texting as she went home herself. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.

“Hey Max we need to talk and I hope you will at least give me a chance to explain. I would rather show you that way there will be no doubt. It truly was an accident that I was Sean again. Please you are my best friend. Best friends stick together no matter what.”

Hitting send was hard to do. I didn't want to wait and that he had left with probably only the stuff he couldn't leave behind meant that where ever he was going he wouldn't have room. Then again maybe he didn't know where he could get an apartment. Though how he could just drop his job so quickly. I couldn't dwell on this as I started to plan my own trip. They wanted me at the publisher at eight in the morning and it was suggested that I come up on Sunday so I would have a good nights sleep. I didn't think as I went to bed that I could sleep at all.

~ o ~ O ~ o ~

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours only to look at the clock and see only five or ten minutes went by. At one point I found myself at my old typewriter pecking away in some strange language or code. That is what I thought I did as I dragged my mentally and physically exhausted body out of bed only to find the old thing still had its cover firmly latched under the desk. I packed efficiently for being a girl first and then a few outfits if I decided I needed to be male. Somehow I stayed female no matter how much I played with the ring, or pulled it part way off. Sunday dragged along being mostly left to my own thoughts.

Still I was able to distract myself into a few chapters of my book. Correcting this line or another. Adding in something to explain or taking away to make the reader not only understand somethings but to pull them along. I only stopped when Michelle pulled me into the kitchen after she brought home Chinese. Only then did I realize I should have left already. It took a shower to make up my mind and after a brief goodbye I was out the door and strangely giddy. As I got closer to the publisher house the urges started. Left hand, right hand, little finger to thumb. What version of myself did I want to try out next? I knew my shy self and sub self. I felt uncomfortable in my alpha self. I wondered about the other fingers I had not tried.

Would my thumbs be dominant to the extreme? Would I be overly vanilla if I used my middle finger? I had choices though I did not move it from my right ring finger. Maybe Wednesday I could try them out. Not sure why I thought that. I arrived late at the hotel and dropped on the bed just for a second and then the phone rang. Not my phone, but the annoying room phone. I answered thanked the girl and changed after a quick shower into something comfortable, but appropriate. I heard a knock on my door as I was putting on my makeup. Annoyed I yelled out.

“Go away.”

“Miss Anne has arranged breakfast for you.”

“Leave it by the door, and go away.”

“I cannot you must sign.” I growled as I got up. I looked through the peep hole and it appeared to be a hotel employee. I glanced down at the brush in my hand. I don't why I thought to do what I did but the brush was round and silver. Not that it really matter as he wouldn't see it, but he jumped as it hit the door.

“I'll leave it here please sign the slip.” I heard him walk away and I waited a bit before opening the door. The smell of the food teased my nose and I brought it in to my room. As much as I didn't want breakfast I couldn't resist. It was very yummy and just barely enough. I finished up my makeup and pushed the cart out just before I left. I felt naughty with my stockings rubbing together under my pencil skirt and tight sweeter. It confined my legs making them rub together more as I moved down the hall. As I pressed the elevator button I felt the slightly cooler air as my belly was exposed. I glanced at my ring on the middle finger and just grinned. My smile held until I got to the front desk and set the slip on the counter.

“May I help you?”

“Sure you can give this to the young man who brought me room service. I would like to be informed that I have someone coming to my room before they get there.”

“Oh I am so sorry. Miss Anne was insistent that it be a surprise.”

“It would have been a real surprise if I had thought myself in danger along with the means to make it deadly. Do I make myself clear.” Her eyes got big and she nodded furiously. I turned and helm my mirth until I was near my car. Wow I was a bitch. I wondered if I should move the ring to be less aggressive, but I decided against it. Walking into the office I was greeted by Anne.

“Good morning Sara. Did you find everything to your liking at the hotel?”

“Very much so, but next time no surprises.” I grinned and she looked confused. “The breakfast, room service.”

“I didn't order you anything.” It as my turn to look confused.

“They said Miss Anne ordered the room service for me. I just assumed it was you.”

“Mistress Ann, without an e on the end runs the inn. She must have seen you and that is her way of introducing herself to the guests she fancies. I would be careful with her.”

“I think I made myself very clear, so where do we need to start?”

“Follow me and you will meet with the editors. They have a ton of corrections and need your input to see which ones work the best.” I walked with her and before long I was buried in my work. I was glad I had chosen the middle finger as they wanted to change so much I wouldn't even had recognized my own work. We worked on random chapters all day and I was unsure on how much progress we had made. Monday turned into Tuesday until I walked in Friday morning wondering where the week had gone. As I walked into the edit room there was Mrs. Payne and Mr. Hatchingsworth standing with the head editor.

“So you have impressed us even further. I hope my errors can be forgiven as you are such a stunning writer.”

“Oh you do clean up nicely, or is your lease a bit tight?”

“Miss Hawke I find your assertiveness works well, but not so personal. We are conducting business. Your work just came back from its final proof reading.”

“Wait its done?”

“Yes you drove each of the editors to tears with your drive, and exceeded our expectations. I have read targeted passages and they flow perfectly. I am half tempted to read it all again just to see how it moves me. However I will wait for the hard copy.”

“When is it going to be run?”

“There is advertising to do and the critics must get their peek. Of course there is the endorsement by one of our established authors. Be prepared to go on a book signing tour in six weeks or so.”

“Thank you Mr. Hatchingsworth, but I still can't believe its finished.”

“That it is and we would like you to think about a sequel. Most books run in threes and you left enough open in the end that there could be. From the other ideas you submitted there are several if you muse hits you we would like to see a book written.”

“There might be one I could focus on, but I really want to see how my first book goes.”

“We understand.” There was more we discussed mostly to do with different stories and a more detailed schedule. This took most of the morning. Mrs. Rayne invited me to lunch and I sudden jerked as Megan sat down with us.

“Megan?”

“Don't be shocked.”

“Miss Megan is here at my request. She really couldn't refuse.”

“But I am okay with what happened and I thought you would never come back here, Megan.”

“I had second thoughts and seeing the conflict you were having and what happened with Max. I felt I did you a disservice.”

“We had a great three months it didn't work out.”

“Wait you remember?”

“Not everything, but enough. I realized I had written a number of clues in my book. In fact one of the characters in my book could be you.”

“I am touched. Still I have to confess.”

“No it is I who has to confess. Sara I had Megan lie to you. I saw quite a few of your stories that you posted online and they intrigued me. She was sent down there to see who you really were. She rebelled and got too close to you. Giving you the ring just before you came here was her original mission not to have a relationship with you.” I sat back and felt so numb. Everything I had thought I had done on my own had been influenced for a long time. They had planned to do this from the start. They had planned to turn me into a girl. It didn't matter that all I wanted was to publish my book. Another memory hit my brain like a Mack truck as I tore up an acceptance letter from the top publisher. All this effort would have been avoided months ago.

“You tricked me.”

“We know.”

“I would have published my book without being turned into a girl.”

“I know.”

“You don't know how much I hate you right now.”

“I understand that you are angry, but I just had to have you. I saw so much more and you exceeded my expectations.”

“You don't understand I lost my best friend over this. My only friend. No amount of money was worth that.”

“You can be angry all you like, but you needed this push. Your story was not that good as it was sure it would have sold. However it is guaranteed to make the best seller list and you will get Max back. We even know where he went.”

“I don't care. From now on this is all business. I am leaving and you can take this ring and shove it up you ass!” I pulled the ring off and I didn't even think of what she had told me before by it being cursed. To think that I wanted to be submissive to her as just the idea of what she offered was tempting. Now they both disgusted me. The ring left my hand and flew into her wine glass as an arch of power cracked like lightning. Every little thin that had been hidden from me was suddenly relived in those seconds as they jumped up from the table. The looks of total shock on their faces were so worth it. Then it hit me at what I had done. I broke the curse by myself. That should not have been possible as a detailed explanation of how a curse works ran through my head. Strangely no one else in the restaurant noticed the flash of energy.

“Impossible you are a mute.”

“Not impossible, but really rare. Sara are you okay?” My anger was gone. In fact I had never felt calmer in my life. I knew what I had done. I knew that I was now stuck as a woman. The strangest thing was I couldn't think of ever going back. Sure it would have been fun to do so, but so far I only spent that one day since I had changed as a man. Everything they did was nothing to how I felt at that moment. How right it felt to be Sara. How I should have been her from the day I was born. How the reason I had been friends with Max all these years was that I had fallen in love with him the first time he talked to me. All the different personalities that I had tested out were fun and that I could choose how to act just the same didn't compare to who I really was. Blood rushed into my face as standing here with everyone looking at me was embarrassing. That it excited me at the same time made it worse.

“Sara please sit down.” I looked at them and plopped back down in my seat.

“Sorry I was out of line.”

“You had every right to be, but sweetie you broke a curse.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No actually it is a good thing. Do you realize you have awakened.”

“What's that?”

“That means you can learn magic.” That would be nice I thought, but it held no appeal.

“I think I have had enough dealings with magic.”

“Give it time to sink in and do call if there are side effects. Sometimes you absorb the spells in the ring. They become a part of you. Not always with control.”

“I will think about it, but for now I want to think mundane things.” Mrs. Payne nodded as I saw her aura briefly as well as Megan's. They really felt like they had done the right thing even if it was done the wrong way. Thought the meal finished it was mostly in silence. I had a lot of thinking to do as I left the restaurant. From there I went straight to the hotel and checked out. I got to my car and pulled out my phone.

“Hey sis how is the book coming?”

“Finished. It will be a few weeks before it hits the shelves. I just want to go home for a bit.”

“As yourself?”

“Just as I am.”

“But dad is not going to react well. You should really think about this.”

“No, Michelle I can't hide this anymore. I know how I should have been and I just didn't grow up to be him. He may not be nice about it and might even be furious, but I don't care. Either he accepts me the way I should have been born or he doesn't.”

“Okay I'll leave right away. If traffic is okay we should meet by the diner before we go home. I am not letting you do this alone.”

“Sounds like a plan. Have you heard from Max?”

“No and neither has Jackie or the others. Have you?”

“No I haven't, but he made his choice.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be Michelle. I still have you.”

“Hey I don't go that way.” I giggled.

“Love you too sis.”

“Love you see you soon.” I grinned for a while as I drove. I felt still the calm that I had in the restaurant, and it remained until I pulled into the diner. Michelle had just gotten out of her car as she came up to me and gave me a hug. We walked in arm and arm gather stares from everyone there. Must be a rare sight seeing twins. We giggled as my cheeks warmed.

I recognized a few of the people there and I was sure that they recognized us, or at least Michelle as they gave us looks of confusion. No one was brave enough to approach us and I was so hoping one of them would. I so much wanted to tease them and reveal that I used to be Sean. Then again they wouldn't have believed it. Not with how feminine my voice was now. Strangely I missed my deep bass as that would have really shocked them. Driving up to our house I wondered if we should knock, but Michelle must have texted as mom came out of the house.

“Michelle why is Sean still sitting in his car?” I heard her as I had the door open, but my legs just wouldn't work.

“Mom Sean has changed a lot since the last time.”

“Changed it can't that much of a difference.”

“You might not think that after you see her.”

“Her?” Suddenly I was out of the car and in full view of my mother. I looked at the ground unable to see her looking from me to Michelle. “Sean come over here. It is not like you to act shy.” I looked up and I saw the smile she held fade from her face as the blood drained. The look of shock as she flipped from Michelle and I several times brought me within arms reach.

“My lord how are you dressed?” I felt confused as I wondered what she meant. I had on a pair of jeans and some nice wedge boots. My hair was in a simple ponytail. My top showed off my figure and I giggled as I noticed her eyes resting on my chest. It was a strange feeling getting ogled by your own mother. Then again Michelle was wearing something similar.

“Mom I can explain.”

“I am sure you can, but aren't you forgetting something?” Her arms reached out and I fell into her giving and receiving the biggest hug I had ever received from my mother. I felt the acceptance and the understanding as tears escaped my eyes as the calm broke. Never had I felt this between us, but it had been there every time she had hugged me before.

“Mom how?” I wanted to ask more but I just couldn't.

“Sweetie a mother always knows. Surprised you didn't do this a long time ago. What I want to know is how your voice is higher then Michelle's?”

“I don't know, magic?” She laughed and that got me to giggle. So close to the truth she wouldn't realize until we talked.

“Now this is going to shock your father. Are you sure you are ready for this?”

“You think he will accept me.”

“No, but he better. That or the shock will solve the decision for us.” We gasped at how blunt our mother was. She chuckled. “Come on it will be like when you were little. Though you might want to pick out identical tops before hand.”

“This is the closest we brought with us.”

“Well it should do. You never know he might not even notice at first that he now has two daughters.” She would not let go of my hand as we walked inside the house. Our father was sitting in his chair and I felt so afraid. He grinned as he saw Michelle and brought himself out of the chair. He was still much bigger then I was and he seemed even larger than I remembered. At five eight I felt he towered over me.

“Hi dad.”

“Hey pumpkin.” He hugged Michelle and spun her around. “Now who is this shy friend of yours?” I was partially hiding behind mom and she moved as I glanced up at him. He froze and just like our mother his face paled. Then he laughed.

“Charles.”

“What I can't believe Sean still dresses up. Come on over here son. Wow you look just like your sister.” Like a mouse I was drawn to him and he gave me a hug as he patted me hard on the back. It wasn't until my chest registered with him as he squeezed us together. He stiffened and took my shoulders as he pushed me at arms length. This was it this was what I feared would happen. I was ready to bolt and I heard my mother draw in a breath. My face burned as I felt his eyes on my cleavage. Maybe I should have worn a sweater. Then shock hit me as his warm fingers poked my flesh.

“Charles William get your hands off of your daughter!” My sister giggled nervously as his hands rose up in the air. His eyes couldn't leave my chest as confusion set in.

“Daddy?” He looked up blinking rapidly.

“Who are you? You can't be my son.” I shook my head no.

“I am your daughter, Sara.”

“I could have swore I only had one daughter and a strange son.” His face started to turn red as his breathing increased. I knew he was going to blow his top, but he just sat down suddenly in his chair and let out all the air he had pulled in.

“Better you two go in the kitchen while I talk to your father.”

“I should go. I shouldn't have come here...”

“Nonsense I am sure there was nothing you could have done differently.” Michelle guided me to the kitchen and just held my hand as we heard our mother lay into our father. It was one of those one sided conversations she would have with him when he was being stubborn and not talking back. I suddenly smiled as I remembered several times when we were younger of similar arguments. It was funny back then as we didn't understand. I then remembered that it happened most often when I had dressed up as my sister or she dressed like me. The times I had so successfully impersonated my sister it made me cry the next time he hugged me as Sean. I never realized it was so different back then. Now the feeling I was missing was that he made me feel safe as his daughter.

Our mother continued to harass our father and I couldn't remain sitting as I noticed my mother's cooking was being neglected. I got up and made myself continue what she had started. It wasn't long before I added a dish and Michelle started to help me. I concentrated fully on the task at hand and it helped calm the demons that were torturing me. I knew any minute that he would come in and order me out of the house. As my sister finished setting the table she winked at me.

“What?”

“Be me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can act as me. All we have to do is switch shirts. Neither of them will know.”

“I can't do that to you.”

“I insist. He can't be made at me, and you can work on him better then I could. You could always bring him around to agreeing with you.”
“No I couldn't. He will kick you out and that wouldn't be fair to you.”

“I love you sis and it won't be that bad. He'll get to know you are still his daughter, and plus we can switch up now and again. It will work and he will just accept it.”

“No more hiding, no more fooling. This is not a game. If he can't accept me then that is his decision. I don't want to fool him. I love him and that is not right.”

“What else could we do? I don't want to see you hurt for becoming who you were all along.” We both jump as we notice our mother and father looking at us. Mom looks like she had been crying and our father looked disappointed. Though I wondered if he had been crying too as his eye were slightly read. However he looked like he just caught us in the cookie jar which caused me to turn beat red.

“You could start by putting the food on the table.” I blinked and then we hurried to do as he said. I was not hungry and it was so hard wondering what he was thinking mom was silent and showed no signs that she had made any progress. The only thing that gave me a sign was that our dad finished two servings. It was a silent dinner filled with only the sounds of silverware scraping on the plates.

“Charles.” I picked my head up searching my mother's face and then my father's. He took his napkin and wiped his mouth clean.

“Mary the only thing this meal is missing is a piece of cherry apple pie.”

“I couldn't find any cherries...” I stopped as my father looked right at me and smiled. I looked at my hands not knowing what to expect.

“That is okay as long as I can get a kiss from my daughter.” I looked up in shook not knowing what to think. “You know you might have fooled me for a bit as Michelle, but I know that you wouldn't have resisted going for my stomach and we both know your sister doesn't know the finer points of cooking.” Strangely I giggled as my sister growled. Suddenly I was hugging him and his arms came around me and cradled me in the warmest hug. I kissed him on the cheek as tears ran down my face. He chuckled as he dried my tears. I don't know what made him accept me and I really didn't care. I felt loved, truly loved and accepted for the first time in a long time. It was as if the distance that had separated Sean from his father was gone.

~ o ~ O ~ o ~
Epilogue

“Hey Michelle can I talk to you?”

“Max what are you doing here? Where have you been?”

“I went home and I heard you were here and I wanted to apologize to Sean.”

“Well it is a good thing he is not here.”

“Where is he? I know he is here I saw his car. Is he not coming back?”

“No Sean is not coming back, and he will not want to talk to you. Not after you rejected him.”

“I didn't know what to do. I mean we...” He rubbed his hair and then clenched his hands. “Fuck, dammit all. Just tell him that I don't care who he is. Sara, Sean I, I love her, him. Just tell him.”

“Wait Max.” He stopped and sighed as he appeared to shrink.

“No I need her.”

“Max turn around.” He turns around and then looks past me. He then rushes past me to Michelle.

“Sara I love you both and it doesn't matter to me how the package is. I love what's inside.” I giggled.

“Max turn around.” He flips around and looks back at Michelle and I several times. We both giggle as he comes closer to me.

“Max turn around.” Max stops looking puzzled between the two of us as we laugh.

“Come on you can't do this to me.”

“Sure we can.” We say together perfectly.

“Argh.” He slumps his shoulders in defeat.

“Awe.” We giggle as we stayed in sync.

“How can you do this. You could at least be mad at me or something. Is this some type of revenge? Is this how...”

“Max shut up. Gawd you are so lame.” Michelle turns and goes back into the house.

“Now that was Michelle.” I nodded. “You are Sara?” I shrug and then giggle as he frowns. I suddenly turn red and he chuckles. I scream as he rushes me and I run giggling away. I don't make it very far as he scoops me up in a hug.

“You are not getting away that easy.”

“I am still not going to kiss you.”

“You want to make a bet?”

“Only if you hold my hand.” He chuckles as I resist him as he pulls me in for a kiss.

~ o ~ O ~ o ~

Six months later.

“I look stupid.”

“You look handsome as the Dread Space Pirate Darken.”

“No I don't, but you look too good as the Lady Rae. I am going to have to beat the boys away from you.”

“Would it be better if I was Captain Jordan.”

“No, then I would have to beat the girls off of you. Do we really have to dress up as characters from your book?”

“Yes we do. Plus you didn't mind last night.”

“Well Jordan sure has a way with his...”

“TMI.” We both laugh.

“Ready to sign some books?” My sister asks as she hold up a marker. I look over her costume and grin as she was in the same dress as I wore. Megan came up behind her and she didn't look happy in the revealing costume she had on, but secretly she loved it as we got into position. Michelle and I hung on one of Max's arms as Megan hung on my dress as the small curtain was pulled to the side. Her collar attached to the leash I just took from her. I did write a science fiction novel I just forgot to mention she was my slave.