TG: Coincidences

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"Coincidences"

Surprise Being only fifteen years old and just a sophomore in high school, Jake had never thought about boys wearing girl's clothes. So that was the farthest thing from his mind when he was running back into the locker room two hours after practice. He had left his wallet in his locker and his mother refused to give him a ride back to school. So he rode his bike in the rain back to his high school, hopped off and bolted into the locker room. What he saw there he couldn't believe...

Stephen Stephen Nielsen was one of the best athletes at St. Peter's all boy's Catholic high school. He was not quite average height for a sixteen year old boy and maybe a little lean. But he was incredibly fast and agile and dominated the soccer team. He also played frosh-soph football in his first two high school years. Now that he was an upper classman, everyone expected him to try out for varsity but he wasn't interested in getting clobbered by 200 lb young men.

In most strict, religious oriented high schools boys are required to wear their hair cropped high and tight, ears showing. One of the benefits of being a top student-athlete was the freedom to choose a more liberal hair style. Stephen was able to get away with hair grown just below shoulder length as long as he kept it clasped into a single ponytail. Of course some other boys complained to the staff about the duplicity in the rules for the prized athletes. This was always done when Stephen wasn't near because the boys didn't want to get him upset. Soccer was the beloved sport at St. Peter's with a proud tradition of winning league titles, year after year. Nobody complained to Stephen about his hair.

Steven wasn't developing the musculature normal for boys his age. He remained slight. Also his skin was still very smooth and soft; not a trace of facial hair or body hair could be seen except for a slight wisp of dusty blonde curls above his pubic area. Some boys develop more slowly and that's what was thought about Stephen. He started showing up later and later after practice to the locker room, waiting for most of the other boys to clear out. Everyone thought he was probably embarrassed about his body and didn't want them to see him naked anymore. Several boys joked that Stephen was the closest thing St. Peter's had to a girl. Some boys liked the way Stephen looked and tried to prolong their showers just so they could see him undress and shower. A few of these would sometimes try to bump up against Stephen or hand him his towel or soap so they could get close to him.

In one incident Bobby Norman brushed against Stephen while they were both naked in the showers. He stood behind Stephen and reached around and in front of him to grab a bar of soap. Bobby's penis was hard and Stephen could feel it from behind. Frightened and confused, Stephen froze and closed his eyes. Bobby was too nervous to do anything further and he broke away without saying a word.

After that happened, Stephen refused to undress or shower until every boy had left the locker room. Out of respect, the boys always changed and showered more quickly during soccer season because they knew Stephen liked to have the locker room to himself. So two months into the school year when the rain was falling regularly, Stephen was completely alone in the locker room. He carefully washed his hair and rinsed it with a thick conditioner. Then he put it up into a towel to dry and went to the sinks. Completely naked, he lifted his ankle onto the porcelain edge and ran his small hands up and down the front and back of his smooth legs. He ran over a patch of coarse hair so he dolled out a puff of shaving cream onto his palm and rubbed it over the stubble. Then with a gentle stroke he applied the razor's edge and lightly whisked away the hair until there was only silky skin. After each leg was cleared off, Stephen felt around his testicles, buttocks and the inner sides of his thighs. Hair never really grew in any of those places but Stephen liked to make sure he was completely clean.

Once his lower body was taken care of Stephen focused on his torso. Raising his arms, he could see in the mirror a few days growth of hair under each arm. Again he dabbed on some shaving cream and carefully removed the coarse stubble. After each underarm was clean Stephen ran his hands up and down his chest and tummy. There was no sign of hair. Stephen cupped his breast, looked into the mirror and sighed a soft moan. Then he felt up and down, all around his arms but hair never grew there.

Stephen removed the towel from his head and let down his hair. He blew it dry and brushed it for several minutes into a style he liked. Then stepping back from the sink he turned around and looked at himself in one of the full length mirrors. As he moved toward the mirror Stephen cupped the back of his neck with his left hand and ran his right hand through his hair. Under the soft glow of the fluorescent light bulbs, with his blonde hair falling about and his soft skin slightly goose-pimply in the cold, wet afternoon, Stephen was beautiful.

Stephen walked back toward his locker and started making plans for the weekend. He opened his locker and pulled out his duffel. He looked into the duffel, reached inside and pulled out two soft, white undergarments. Looking at them and smelling their clean fragrance was exciting. Stephen slowly started to get dressed...

Voyeur When Jake skipped into the locker room, he figured it to be empty. He couldn't believe what he saw out of the corner of his eye. Down the isle he just ran past, someone was fastening together the hooks in the back of a bra. The girl had her back to him and obviously she didn't hear Jake running down the main isle. Stopping dead in his tracks, Jake crouched down a few inches so the girl wouldn't see him. He quietly slipped back to the row where she was dressing and peered around the corner locker to watch. Jake was completely dumbfounded. The girl was the most incredible vision he had ever seen or imagined. With her back still toward the main isle, Jake breathed in what he saw. Time seemed to stand still.

Her shoulder length blonde hair was glistening under the locker room lights. It had a trace of waves which made it seem to ripple, like a pebble tossed into a quiet pond. Her skin was lightly tanned but retained a pearlesque quality. Her legs were long and Jake began to trace them with his eyes. He started at her delicate feet, then moved up slightly to her narrow ankles, then up a little more to her round calves and higher still to her perfect thighs. Taking in her legs was like experiencing a Rodin sculpture, Jake was captivated. The girl's hips were wide and firm and curved upward and inward to her trim waist. Her rounded buttocks were encased in a white, flimsy, lacy, satin panty that was cut to expose the outer edges of flesh and ride high above her hips. The elastic at the top of the panty made an ever so slight impression in her skin around her waist. Her thin back was slightly arched as she was clasping the bra hooks together with her small hands. Her shoulders were slender and fair. The bra strap on her right shoulder was loose and draped down to reveal a light tan line. Jake could see nothing of her neck or face because her hair was in the way.

The moment ended. Jake caught his breath and let escape a barely audible gasp that Jake himself didn't really hear. He quickly ducked back behind the locker's edge as the girl turned to look down the isle. He was convinced she didn't see or hear anything but he momentarily thought about the electricity that was in the air. If he could feel it she could too. Jake counted to twenty then slowly peeked around the corner. The girl's back was to the isle once again. She was adjusting some kind of band around her waist that Jake didn't recognize. It was the same white color as her bra and panties and he thought he could make out some lace on the sides. Two thin strips were visible dangling from the back of the band and fell to hang at the base of her buttocks.

Next the girl laid a towel down on the bench in front of her locker and sat down with her back still facing Jake. Jake could see she was gathering a stocking into a roll and now she was fitting it over her foot. The girl slowly wound the thin, beige material up to her thigh. She then tucked that leg under the other and repeated the process. Next she stood up and started to turn around so Jake dashed back behind the locker.

This time Jake counted to forty then slowly looked around the corner. Now he could see the stockings were attached to the strands which hung from the band around her waist. Jake realized that must be a garter belt, he remembered seeing a playmate wear one in a Playboy magazine. It looked familiar now that it was supporting her stockings. Again the girl's back was to him and she was letting one knee rest on the bench. Jake became aware of his pounding heart.

The girl began to put on makeup. By her arm motions he could see that one hand held a mirror and the other was applying eye makeup. Every now and then she would switch hands or reach into the cosmetic bag on the bench and exchange applicators. Unbeknownst to Jake five minutes crawled by and she was now finishing off her face by putting on lipstick. Before she touched the head of the lipstick to her lips the girl rotated the mirror in her hand so subtly Jake didn't notice. A few moments went by before Jake glanced at the mirror. At that instant the mirror turned toward her face again and Jake bolted back behind the locker. He thought he caught a glimpse of her eyes; specifically one blue-gray eye looking through the mirror at him.

Again Jake counted, going up to 60 seconds. He peeked around the locker to see that the angelic girl had slipped on a wrap around, blue denim, mini-skirt and was zipping it up. Already she had on a long sleeve, white, wool, turtleneck sweater. The sweater bunched up just above her bra until she pulled it down, covering her slender waist. Next she made motions with her hands to her left ear, then to her right ear and Jake knew she had put earrings on. Jake looked long enough to see her slip on a pair of tan 3" pumps. He knew he had to move from this position because she was obviously about to leave. He quietly slipped back a few rows of lockers and ducked down. Jake heard a locker close and the sound of a lock clicking shut. For the first time he realized how odd it was that a girl, seemingly comfortable in this environment, was changing inside the locker room of an all boy's catholic high school.

Momentarily forgetting that thought, Jake heard the girl zipping her duffel and hoisting a day pack over her shoulder. Then her heels were clicking down the isle Jake had scampered down only fifteen minutes earlier and out into the rain. Jake dashed to the window facing the courtyard and saw the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, now under an umbrella, look down at his bike. He couldn't see her sweet face or the smile on her painted lips. After a moment the girl began to walk toward deserted varsity lane and after half a minute, out of Jake's sight.

Jake was so moved he couldn't move. For a full five minutes Jake thought about that perfect girl and couldn't even begin to think of a way to make sense of things. All he could do was listen to the rain. Suddenly a wave of desire rolled through him and he ran to the shower while stripping down. There he blasted the cold water on himself and soaped down until his hard on disappeared.

When he finished toweling off and dressing Jake went to that magical isle where his mysterious beauty prepared her dazzling self and smelt a faint hint of perfume in the air. That smell, at that moment, after what happened was a powerful attraction. Jake needed that girl with every sense and emotion he felt. He looked over the lockers on the end but couldn't decipher which one she had used. Jake went to his own locker, retrieved his wallet, closed the locker and proceeded to the locker room doorway. He stood there and looked back toward where she had been only a few minutes ago. The feeling for her was even more powerful now and seemed to be growing...

Home Stephen picked up his pace as he made the turn from varsity lane onto the sidewalk surrounding the high school campus. The rain was falling pretty heavily now and Stephen didn't want to risk his weekend plans by catching a cold. The turtleneck he was wearing was warm and had long sleeves and his shoes had leather soles so they provided good protection against the wet sidewalk. However he knew the moisture in the air would eventually win through. Of course, he could put on the jacket inside his duffel but that would ruin the look.

His clothes were a little confining but he was used to walking in them. Stephen liked walking home alone in the rain. The nervousness and confidence combined with the freedom and sense of self expression Stephen felt about his appearance was exhilarating and liberating. Dressed as he was, with his long, blonde locks flowing from his brisk pace, Stephen was a beautiful sight. A couple of cars passing by honked and some boys in one car slowed down and shouted obnoxious complements. Probably soccer fans.

One sidewalk turned into another and eventually Stephen rounded the last corner to the block where his house was. The rain let up a few minutes before so Stephen closed up the umbrella and let it hang from around his wrist. Mr. Walker, their neighbor, was backing out of his driveway and seemed to be paying close attention to Stephen. Stephen waved and smiled as he passed in front of the car. Mr Walker nodded slightly and followed Stephen's progress for a few seconds too long as Stephen continued down the sidewalk. Stephen giggled as Mr. Walker sped away.

Home at last. Stephen unbolted the latch and let himself in. Stephen's mother was away for the weekend on a business trip which meant Stephen had the house to himself. Ever since father left them, mother's career had taken off. Every two weeks Stephen's mother went out of town on company business. Stephen enjoyed the solitude and was able to make good use of the time.

Stephen's first item on the weekend agenda was to go into town for a few hours and shop for some new clothes. Before town though, Steven wanted to relax for a few minutes around the house. He went to the laundry room, kicked off his shoes and peeled off his outer clothes so he was clad only in his underwear. Then he went to the kitchen and put on a kettle of water to boil for some tea. While the water was heating up Stephen went to his bathroom and removed a bottle of pills from the medicine cabinet. Like a good boy, Stephen took his pills morning, afternoon and evening.

Stephen took a short nap after drinking his tea. While a tv movie was playing, Stephen sat down to take care of his nails. He was meticulous about them, especially on the weekends when his mother was out of town. Stephen first learned about the joys of long nails several years ago on Halloween. That was the first Halloween his mother let him go out of the house dressed as a girl. On that night Stephen's mother taught him how to apply false nails on his fingernails. He also learned how to paint his fingernails and toenails, and how to dry them quickly. After that Halloween, Stephen didn't need his mother's help with his nails anymore.

Once his nails were done, Stephen went to the laundry room and stripped off his white undergarments. His nipples hardened as they adjusted to the change in temperature. They didn't stay exposed too long because Stephen went to the bedroom and put on a fresh pair of undergarments. He especially liked the briefs he put on because they were cut high, giving his legs a nice, long look and not a trace of pubic hair showed through or on either side. Stephen's pubic hair was fine and fair, so that was never really a problem. Both undergarments he put on were black. Looking at himself in the mirror, Stephen coyly touched his penis through the fabric. As it responded Stephen reminded himself there was a time for everything. Being used to these outings, Stephen's penis quieted down without fuss.

Since he was going shopping Stephen wanted to wear clothes that could easily be taken on and off quickly. For this reason he slipped into a tight but not skin tight pair of blue jeans that fastened high upon his thin waist, just below his navel. Stephen had unusually wide hips for a boy and a fairly round buttocks. Most of the girls Stephen knew kidded him that they wished they had his physique. Stephen looked very nice in these jeans. He secured them with a shiny, silver, link belt. The thing Stephen liked most about these jeans is they were cuffed very high, hanging ten inches above his ankles. They exposed the bottom part of his sexy, shaved calves..

Stephen went to the bathroom and puffed some baby powder under each arm and sprayed his neck and chest with scent. Back in the bedroom he pulled over a long sleeved, red, cotton top with shoulder pads and a low neckline. The top was shorter than waist length and hung just above his belly button. Together, Stephen's top and jeans didn't quite cover all of his midriff so a little bit of bare skin showed. He slipped on some white tennis socks and shoes. He decided to leave the diamond stud earrings on, so popular with boys his age. Stephen looked at himself in the mirror and could barely contain how excited he was. Stephen looked ravishing.

Leaving the car at home for Stephen to use on the weekend was a very nice gesture by his mother. He was lucky. Ever since he'd turned sixteen Stephen was allowed to use the car on the weekends as long as he picked his mother up from the airport. Stephen liked the large, four door Cadillac because it was easy to drive, comfortable and could hold a lot of clothes...

Changes Amber hated working Friday nights. It was such a drag to be stuck behind a register when she could be out having fun with her friends. She loved clothes though and enjoyed helping out the customers. Besides, the ten percent discount on clothes Macy's gave the employees was a benefit Amber took full advantage of.

Tonight she had to work two departments, misses and lingerie. This shift was one of the most prized and usually went to Amber because she was so conscientious. The misses department was fun because it was usually frequented by girls she knew or at least close to her age. This provided lots of opportunities to chat, giggle and help pick outfits Amber herself would want to wear. Amber liked working lingerie because it made her feel sexy. She especially liked to wait on the male customers and tried to probe them for information on why they were buying lingerie. Also there were a couple of "regulars" who bought lingerie every Friday night.

Amber knew one of them was a transvestite because a few weeks back she asked him point blank, "Do you buy this lingerie for yourself or for your girlfriend?"

When he fumbled out a response Amber followed up with, "You can try them on in the dressing room if you want. There's also a back room over there no one uses if you don't feel comfortable going into the dressing area."

He practically kissed her feet and said that yes, he bought them for himself and he really appreciated her support. The guy was actually very cute and only a few years older than her. Amber thought he would make a very convincing woman given the right guidance so she escorted him to the back room. She proceeded to help "Peggy", as he asked her to call him, for almost an hour and he ended up buying several panty and bra sets, some short slips, and a couple of nightgowns.

So there was a possibility for Amber to have some excitement on Friday nights. She was hoping her regulars would show up. Tonight she was planning to put the other guy on the spot too. She even thought about introducing them to each other if they showed up close to the same time. They were about the same age and the one she hadn't pinned down yet was even more feminine looking and acting than Peggy. Now that would be interesting.

Before Amber could make further plans, her eyes caught sight of something that took her breath away. She recognized the girl because she'd seen her in the store once or twice in the past. Amber couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd last seen her, at least a month. Most nights the store was busy and Amber never had a chance to wait on her. But tonight there was no one in either of Amber's departments.

Amber couldn't believe how beautiful and graceful the girl was. Amber's eyes were fixated on that girl and all she could think was how wonderful it would be to be that perfect, that feminine. Given most standards, Amber was a pretty girl. Tall for her eighteen years, she had wide, oval, brown eyes that were nicely accented by thin eyebrows. Her breasts were small, not quite a B cup but her waist and hips were slender so she looked in proportion. To show off her tan and shapely legs but maintain a professional appearance at work, Amber usually wore high cut, open back dresses. Tonight was a slight exception as Amber was wearing a deep emerald, silk dress with embroidered stitching on the seams. The exception was this dress had a full back, zippered all the way up to the neckline. She also wore a light shade of black pantyhose and black pumps.

Amber was so distracted, she didn't notice some other customers entering the lingerie department.

Still mesmerized, Amber watched as the girl stopped in the isle to check the price on a nightie that was being modeled on a big breasted dummy. Just then the girl glanced up and looked right at Amber and smiled. Amber's mouth opened slightly then she quickly looked away and fidgeted for something to busy herself behind the counter. The girl continued looking for a few seconds longer then began to wind her way through the slip racks and tables with panties laid out.

Amber was so embarrassed she dared not look up for fear that she'd lose her composure. She decided to go into the back room for a minute to catch her breath. When Amber got to the back room door she turned the door handle and looked around to see if the girl was still aware of her. She saw the girl walk toward a mirror holding up a lacy teddy across her torso imagining how it would look on her. Amber saw how the girl swiveled her hips and threw her hair back as she pressed the teddy against her body. Once again Amber was starting to get mesmerized but she snapped out of it and opened the door to the back room and went inside.

The room was pitch black which was odd because Amber could have sworn she saw light cracking from under the door not more than a few minutes ago. Then she heard a barely audible noise which was a hanger moving across a rail followed by a slight ruffle. Amber quickly flipped on the lights and spun around to see what was going on. There was no one there but on the floor was a pile of clothes including a black leather mini skirt, some kind of thong panty, a lacy, camisole bra, pantyhose and a light blue, satin chemise. A ladies jacket was thrown over a purse, on top of a chair. Amber walked over to the rack, which was two bars across the back of the room, and looked at the crammed rows of hanging clothes. There was clearly enough space for a small woman or child to hide behind there.

Amber got down on her hands and knees and sure enough there was a black pair of 3" pumps being used. Amber got back up and straightened her dress. "Listen who-ever-you-are, don't you know we have dressing rooms? This room is off limits for customers."

There was no response, no peep from anyone. "Look, there's a pile of clothes out here. I guess the clothes, purse and jacket will have to go to the lost and found..."

She turned and walked toward the chair and made a big production out of it. Then a slight crevice appeared in the clothes and a person made their way out from behind the rack. Amber turned to look and there was Peggy, wearing only a translucent ivory, extra short nightie that plunged to reveal a lot of cleavage. Not knowing how to feel, Amber took a step back and just stared. Peggy's medium length red hair was pulled back and tied in a bow. A few wayward strands framed his face which was made up in complete detail. His whole body was hairless smooth and creamy white. Attached to his chest and looking very real, were a pair of silicone prosthetic breasts. Amber guessed they were B cup sized. She wouldn't have known they were falsies if she hadn't been told about them by a few of her customers who had had mastectomies. Peggy's wide, green eyes held the expression of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Despite his high heels, he was still an inch or two shorter than Amber. Amber noticed the bulge at his crotch which was barely covered by the length of the negligee.

All in all, Amber was very impressed. She had thought he might be convincing as a woman but he was actually very attractive. "Oh my god, Peggy, I can't believe how good you look."

Peggy's fearful look transformed into surprise and he said in his lilty, high voice, "You mean you're not mad at me for being back here without your supervision?"

"Of course I'm mad at you. You should have asked first but really, you don't need to use the back room. You are very pretty." An image ran through Amber's mind of Peggy on his hands and knees, back arched taking Amber's surreal penis into his surreal pussy. Amber sliding it in and out, her own breasts along with Peggy's, moving with the rythm of her thrusts... She shook it off. Being mostly attracted to women but occasionally going out with androgynous looking, cute men, Amber was very turned on by Peggy.

Before Peggy could say anything Amber walked over to him, put her hands on Peggy's shoulders and looked down into his hazel, green eyes, "I want you to put your clothes back on, come out of this room and use the dressing area like any pretty woman should. If you had the confidence to dress up and come here like you did, and look as good as you do, you belong in the world of women. Ok?"

Peggy stammered his thanks and Amber gave him a nice, long hug. Peggy moaned slightly and Amber kissed him on the cheek, careful not to leave a lipstick mark. Then she broke away, turned and left the back room.

Changed, feeling like a different and more confident person, Amber was also now hornier than she ever had been. Her heart was beating faster and the only thing on her mind was sex. Amber shut the back room door behind her and looked around for her blonde angel...

Chivalry On the way to the mall, Stephen noticed the digital fuel gauge indicated there was only two gallons left in the tank. He decided to make a quick stop at the gas station. After flicking his credit card in and out of the slot, Stephen began to wrestle with the fuel hose. The man on the other side of the pump asked if he could be of assistance. Stephen smiled at him and said no thank you and managed to insert the nozzle into the opening behind the fuel door. The man continued to pay close attention to him as Stephen proceeded to clean the windshield with the squeegee. Not only was the man very handsome he was also persistent.

"I think your front, driver side tire is a little low. Here, let me put some air in it for you." Before Stephen even had a chance to look down at the tire, the man was around the pump and pulling the air hose from its chamber. As the man began to fill the tire, he squatted down very close next to Stephen. When he stood up, the man was standing behind and looking down at Stephen.

He said, "The tag is sticking out of your shirt." He put his hands on either side of Stephen's waist and said, "Just hold still, I'll put it back in place." Then with one hand the man cupped the base of Stephen's head and lifted his hair out of the way and with the other adjusted the tag back into position. Then he put his hands on Stephen's arms and while still behind him, moved his face near Stephen's and said, "There, now you look flawless."

Stephen could smell the man's cologne which he recognized as Polo. Also the beer on his breath was unmistakable, but not heavy. To Stephen, neither smell was unpleasant. He leaned back slightly against the man and said, "Thank you for your help, it looks like my tank is full."

Without another word the man removed the fuel nozzle from the opening, replaced the cap and set the hose back on its rest. "My pleasure. May a gentleman know what your name is?"

By the time the man asked his question Stephen was already positioned in the car and closing the door. Not wanting to be rude, Stephen replied, "Steph-...," but the car door slammed interrupting the last part of Stephen's name. Happy with the name he heard, the man smiled and waved as Stephen drove away.

A few minutes later Stephen arrived at the mall and parked the car. Stephen checked his look in the rear view mirror to primp himself. Stephen decided the first store should be Macy's. It was sprinkling lightly and since Stephen forgot his umbrella he decided to enter through the mall entrance because it was a shorter walk than the Macy's entrance. When he got to the door a man opened it for him along with a very pretty red head. Stephen commented to her that its always nice when people open doors for each other. She smiled and nodded at him and they walked side by side into Macy's...

Kiss Recalibrating herself, Amber spotted the girl and set a course to intercept her. The girl was now fishing her hands through a pile of nylon panties set on a table. The panties were a rainbow of colors and styles. "Hi... Can I help you find a particular panty?"

The girl looked up, smiled and said in the sweetest sounding voice Amber had ever heard, "Yes. I'm trying to match a panty to this bra. Its such a pretty pattern but I can't seem to find anything that is just right." She was holding a thinly cut, green floral print, satin bra with small breast pads.

Because Amber was taller than the girl, she looked down on her and the girl had to look up at Amber. Their eyes met. Amber wanted to reach over and put her hands on the girl's cheek and plant a tender kiss upon her lips. The girl was even more beautiful up close. She had blue-gray eyes that shone like stainless steel but were tempered by a liquid softness. Her eyebrows were thin and a shade darker than her blonde mane. The girl's eyelashes seemed naturally long and were enhanced further by a light coat of mascara. Her eyes invited Amber closer, to a more intimate place. Her nose was small and straight with an almost imperceptible roundness at the tip. Her lips were full and moist and painted a light, ruby color. Amber could imagine her lips caressing the girls lips in a kiss that would be so soft and delicate. The girl's face was soft and even and her chin was narrow and firm. Her complexion was perfect, the kind of skin that didn't need any makeup at all. It was clear the girl used very little. Her coloring was pearl white and slightly tanned.

Amber felt like she was in a trance when she looked at the girl for just a few moments. "I love this bra too. What's amazing is that it's the same one I'm wearing now...," Amber began.

"Oh wow, that's so incredible!" the girl half giggled.

"There's a matching panty that comes with it which I also have on. I like the way the bra looks under everything especially silk and the padding gives me that little extra boost I need," finished Amber and she began to blush.

"I think you have a great body and I'm sure you don't need as much a boost as I do." The girl was right on that point. As perfect as she was, her breasts were clearly underdeveloped for someone her age. What made Amber just look at her was the non-chalance the girl seemed to have over having small breasts. Most teen age girls practically live and die over the importance of their breast size. Amber herself was extremely self-conscience and had already consulted a plastic surgeon just to learn more about the procedure. The fact that she was still exuding confidence in herself despite her small breasts made Amber worship the girl even more.

The girl continued, "I would love to see that bra and panty together. Do you think we could go in the dressing room for a second and you can show me how they look? I hope I'm not asking for too much..." She obviously didn't want to get Amber in trouble and she was sincere.

For Amber, the possibility of stripping down in front of this beauty was foremost on her mind so she merely smiled and said, "Come on," and walked toward the dressing area. Amber struggled with whether to reach back and offer her hand to the girl. She was aching to touch her and be close to her but she didn't want to put her off.

As they were walking into the dressing area, Peggy arrived at the same time. Over each of Peggy's arms was draped various negligees, teddies, nighties and body suites. When the girl saw her she said, "No doors to hold open in here but can I help you with those?"

Peggy gave her a comprehending smile and said, "No thank you."

Then Amber piped in and said, "Do you know each other?" When the girl and Peggy shook their heads, Amber seized the opportunity and turning to the girl while motioning back at Peggy she said, "This is Peggy." Then turning to Peggy she said, "and Peggy this is..." Dumbly, Amber looked at the girl as if to say, I can't introduce you without knowing your name, how stupid of me.

At that, the girl offered, "I'm Stephanie but please call me Steph, everyone does."

"Nice to meet you Steph. Well, I'm off to try these on," informed Peggy and she headed down the isle of dressing rooms and chose the last one on the right.

Next Amber said, "Steph, we haven't been properly introduced. I'm Amber," and she mockingly, formally bowed like an eighteenth century gentleman.

"Oh, and I was going to call you Debbie," Steph giggled as she ever so lightly tapped the nameplate hanging just above Amber's left breast.

Flushed and more than a little embarrassed Amber stammered, "Er, I must have grabbed the wrong nameplate..." As she said this Steph continued the eighteenth century joke and elegantly extended her arm with her wrist limp towards Amber. Practically delirious with ecstasy, Amber took Steph's hand with her own. Then she pulled it toward her lips and gently kissed Steph's hand and said, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, my lady." They both giggled and Amber led Steph into the first dressing room on the left.

Once inside the dressing room Amber took the bra Steph was holding and slung it over a hook on the wall. Then she turned her back toward Steph and asked Steph to please unzip her dress. Obligingly Steph took hold of the zipper with her fingertips, careful not to snag her long nails on the silk fabric, and slowly started lowering the zipper. The zipper was being difficult. Steph said, "I think the zipper's stuck."

"Sometimes it works better if you move in closer, that way you have more leverage." Amber closed her eyes.

With that Steph moved very close to Amber, so close that Amber could feel Steph's breathing. Amber was very hot now and was trembling. Steph managed to lower the zipper which ran all the way down to Amber's bottom. Next she unfastened the two buttons which held together the neck. Then Steph placed her hands on Amber's back and swept apart the dress to allow Amber to get out of it easier. Still from behind she held the left sleeve, then the right sleeve as Amber pulled her arms out. "You're trembling..."

"I just caught a chill from the temperature change is all," covered Amber. She felt Steph's hands run over her arms trying to quiet down her goose pimples. Steph stepped back to give Amber room to shake off the dress. Once the dress was off Amber said, "Oh but you can't see the panties well enough with these pantyhose covering them, let me get these off."

As Steph looked on Amber pulled down the panty hose, kicked off her heels then completely removed the hose. Once off there stood Amber in nothing but her panties and bra. Her body was nice. She was a little more toned than Steph and more muscular but still wonderfully feminine. Her complexion was darker and the green, satin bra seemed to mesh with her skin creating a very exotic effect. "Do you like these panties?"

Steph said, "I think they're beautiful but I don't think the set will look as good on me as it does on you."

"There's only one way to see how good it looks on you...," Amber replied.

"Ok," agreed Steph and now it was her turn to be undressed. She turned around so Amber could pull the shirt over her head. Still trembling and at this point barely containing herself from jumping all over Steph, Amber took hold of the bottom of Steph's shirt and pulled it up over her head. Steph definitely had smaller breasts than Amber but Amber thought she looked like a goddess in her black, lacy bra. Amber undid the bra fasteners and helped Steph remove her bra. Amber was not able to take her eyes off Steph's reflection in the mirror. Steph was looking back at her and with a teasing pout on her face, slowly said, "Can you help me with the other bra?"

Her heart racing, Amber tore her eyes away from the mirror and reached for the green, satin bra on the hook. Being a front clasping bra, Amber held the straps out so all Steph had to do was slip her arms through. Next Amber reached both arms around and while generously brushing Steph's breasts and nipples with her hands, fastened the hooks together. She let her hands drop to Steph's hips and kept them there, around the front of Steph. Amber huskily whispered, "You look beautiful."

Steph simply looked in the mirror at herself, as if she were daydreaming. As if she were living a dream. Without asking or talking Amber closed the final few inches between them and wrapped her arms around Steph's bare waist. Steph responded, leaning back into Amber's embrace and tilting her head to the side. Amber placed her nose and mouth on Steph's neck and breathed in her scent, causing Steph to shudder. Steph sighed and rotated in Amber's arms so the two girls were now facing each other. She looked up into Amber's eyes, stood on her toes and kissed her...

Women Feeling better about himself now than he ever had in his entire life, Peggy looked at himself in the dressing room mirror. There he stood completely naked. From the neck up he looked like a very pretty red head and he felt so proud that his appearance was endorsed by such a sexy lady like Amber. It was a childhood fantasy to be here, trying on lingerie with the other women in the Macy's dressing room. This precious moment would be with him forever.

Peggy had only one nightie left to try on from the many lingerie items he had brought back with him. He picked up the pink, nylon sleep shirt and raising his arms, guided it down over his body. The sheer fabric tingled his shaved skin as he relished the cool, satisfying feeling. In euphoria he spun around in front of the mirror pretending to model the nightie to his imaginary lover. Peggy loved the way he looked under the sleep shirt. He had worked hard to slim down to a size six dress and the results were obvious. With the exception of his secret, Peggy's frame was an enviable canvas to show off women's clothes. Most women would love to have his petite figure. For Peggy, good was still not good enough. He wanted the smooth, round curves that his new acquaintance Steph had developed naturally. Peggy knew that hormones and breast enhancement surgery were in his future, it was only a matter of saving up the money now.

Having decided which articles to purchase, Peggy removed the nightshirt and began to dress in his street clothes. Since his penis was at half mast, he decided to wait on the panties for a moment. First he put on the camisole bra, which was ivory and scalloped and generously padded in the breasts. Next he slipped over the feathery light, blue, satin chemise. Then Peggy closed his eyes, cleared his mind and counted to twenty. When he opened his eyes, his penis had retreated to a manageable size so he slipped on his ivory thong panties. He inserted his penis into the tuck away compartment and, looking in the mirror for guidance, manipulated himself until there was barely a sign of masculinity. Putting on the pantyhose tightened things up even more and Peggy wiggled his way around for a minute until everything was properly positioned. Next he stepped into the black, leather mini-skirt and pulled it into place. He slipped on his black pumps, grabbed the lingerie he intended to buy and suddenly remembered he'd left his purse in the back room.

Peggy stepped out of the dressing room and walked down the isle of rooms heading for the main department. As he passed the last room on the right he thought he heard people kissing and moaning inside. Peggy lingered for a moment with his ear close to the dressing room door. Just then a short, pregnant woman strolled past him with an armful of maternity negligees moving toward a dressing room. Peggy was obviously startled but smiled pleasantly at the lady who returned his smile. Peggy made his way back to the main department and laid his items on top of the counter.

Not seeing Amber anywhere in the vicinity, Peggy decided to fetch his purse from the back room unescorted. As he walked over to the back room, Peggy couldn't help but notice a short, androgynous looking, young man. He had long, black hair past his shoulders and was staring right at Peggy. If you had seen the man from the neck up with no makeup on it would be impossible to tell if he was a man or a woman. Since he was dressed in a sharp, double breasted, pin stripe, navy suit, Peggy assumed he was a man. He would almost need more makeup to appear as a man than a woman. Although, Peggy reminded himself kiddingly, it could be a woman dressed as a man, wearing a tight spandex, sports bra underneath to flatten her boobs. The man looked away and continued leafing through a rack of slips looking for the right size. Peggy sighed slightly, not really knowing how to feel and proceeded to retrieve his purse from the back room.

When Peggy got back to the counter, Amber and Steph were just leaving the dressing area. Amber walked behind the counter, pulled out a bag and dropped in a matching, green, satin bra and panty set. Saying nothing, Peggy watched as Amber gave the bag to Steph and escorted her to the main isle. There the two young women exchanged a few words, then hugged as girls do and pecked each other on the cheek. Steph walked towards the center of the store and disappeared from Peggy's vantage point. Amber's eyes followed Steph's movements for a few moments then she walked back towards the lingerie counter. "Peggy, there are a few customers over at the misses desk who look like they've been waiting there too long, would you mind if I rang them up then came back?"

"Of course, I'm more than happy to continue looking. In fact I think I'll walk over to misses with you and look at some blouses."

"Great!" Amber said. As she made her way to the misses department with Peggy right behind her, Amber noticed her other "regular" just visible behind a rack of bras. She knew this was the big night for pulling him out of the closet. With everything going her way it was also time for him to get acquainted with Peggy...

Plans As he was entering, she was leaving. Jake walked past her with his tongue dragging on the ground. She looked right at him and seemed to pause and gave him a devilishly coy smile. Jake said, "Hi," and continued walking into Macy's. He barely managed to keep his composure. He stopped right in the middle of the perfume section, turned and watched her walk away. It was absolutely, definitely the same girl he watched get dressed in the boy's locker room at St. Peter's only a few hours ago. She was dressed differently now but her hair, gait and presence was unmistakable. What really made Jake gasp was her sweet, angelic face which he saw now for the first time. Somehow familiar.

About twenty yards away now, she glanced back at Jake and gave him a sly, sexy smirk. All he could do was stare, unbelieving. She wriggled her ass and fluffed her hair as she strode confidently away. Jake didn't know what to do. If he followed after her, it would be obvious and she'd probably blow him off. If he didn't follow her, who knows if he'd ever see her again? Somehow his left brain convinced the right that his luck was changing and he'd see her again. After all, he'd already seen her twice in a matter of hours!

Once she was out of sight, Jake turned around and headed to the misses department where his sister was working. In her first year at the university his sister managed to convince her parents she should have her own apartment. They consented as long as she paid half the rent. Since she was practically never there, work was the best place to find her.

Jake liked the fact that he now had the house to himself, besides his parents of course. They were usually traveling though or away on one of dad's conventions so it felt like his own house. This weekend they were leaving for a two week trip to Hawaii so he was planning The Big Party. It was customary for Jake to throw a bash whenever his parents were away on a long trip. It was also customary for his sister Amber to bring her girlfriends to party with...

Amber spotted Jake fifty yards down the main isle and knew what was coming. Though he was her dopey, kid brother, Amber had to give Jake credit for one thing: he knew how to party. Jake's Big Party's as they were called, were some of the wildest affairs for teenager's. Almost everyone from high school and several college students dropped by at some point in the evening to pay their respects. Going to a Big Party almost guaranteed you'd get laid, get drunk, get stoned, get fed and not worry about getting arrested. Amber didn't know how he did it but none of Jake's party's had ever been broken up by the police. Their house was somewhat isolated on a hill but he must have had a connection because she was sure the music carried into the valley.

Like any good organizer, Jake also knew how to work his key contacts. That's why he visited his main recruiters in person. As she was wondering what kind of pleas he'd make of her and her friends this time, Amber's own plan snapped into place...

"Hi sis'," Jake greeted Amber warmly, "What's cookin'?"

"Listen jail bait, I know why you're here. If you think me or my friends has time to party with your pre-pubescent, hormoids, you're wacked," Amber had to play it cool otherwise Jake might get suspicious.

"Whoa, what's up with these negative vibes, babe? I'm just cruisin' the mall circuit and stopped in to say hi to my lovely sister," Jake had to smooth this down quickly otherwise he'd have a tough time getting Amber to cooperate.

"Cut the crap, kid-do. Are you here to do business or what? Here's my only offer, so listen up. I'll supply the pizza and bring some co-ed friends for half of the total proceeds. Also we do zero cleanup detail," asking for half was outrageous and Amber knew it. The organizing, music, and alcohol acquisition alone was worth 70% at least and cleanup detail was another 20%.

Jake's face turned a deep, purplish hue and he promptly forgot his Mr. Slick Act, "50% for doing nothing!?! Are you nuts?!?" He then stammered out a few in-audibles and regained a little sanity, "and I thought we were family. You're officially un-invited. Later."

"Wait." Damn, he had her now. "I can be reasonable. Make it 40% and I'll supply a keg."

Mr. Slick was swiftly back and totally in charge, "Ok, I see you've come to your senses. You supply two kegs of Sammy Adams quality, spread the word and bring the babes. For 35%. And no dogs this time, we want the finest the university has to offer."

Amber agreed, "Don't worry kid-do, I can think of three foxy friends who are dying to meet young, inexperienced, hormone gushers like you and your buds." Amber neglected to tell Jake that one of the three she had in mind was the target of her own lust. What he and her family didn't know of her bi-sexuality didn't hurt them. "In fact here comes one now. Peggy I'd like you to meet my brother Jake."

Jake's heart skipped a beat for the second time in just a few minutes. He took her extended hand and shook it gently. She was a petite, redheaded knockout and looked as sultry and hot as Jake felt.

"Nice to meet you Jake, you have your sister's eyes..."

Siesta The following morning Stephen was shaken out of sleep by the telephone ringing. Drowsily he picked up the receiver and spoke an unintelligible, "hello". The cobwebs quickly cleared as Stephen recognized the sexy voice of the girl he'd met while shopping at Macy's. She was saying she couldn't stop thinking about their connection last night and was hoping they could get together tonight. She said her parents were out of town and her younger brother was having a raging party at their home in the hills. They continued talking for several minutes. When they hung up, Stephen was greedily anticipating seeing her again. Realizing it was already 11:30 and since he had nothing else to do today, Stephen began making plans to prepare himself for the party.

Stephen got up and ran some hot water in the tub. He added a generous amount of scented bath oil to help soften and condition his skin. While the tub was filling, Stephen stripped off his silk night-shirt and underpants, and went to the kitchen to nibble on a bagel. After eating, he went back to the bathroom, lowered himself into the tub and lounged in the water for half an hour.

The sky had cleared of clouds and the sun was shining down on what was to be a warm, autumn day. Stephen toweled his skin dry and wrapped the towel around his hair into a bun. Having decided to lay out in the midday sunlight, Stephen went to the bedroom and put on a bathing suit. Stephen wiggled his way into the magenta, one piece. He looked at the mirror and admired his shape. The bathing suit tightly hugged Stephen's curves and was cut high so quite a bit of his upper thighs showed.

Stephen slipped on a pair of tall, ankle sandals and removed the towel from his hair. When he did that, his wet mane doused across his back and a few beads of water dripped down his back. Stephen walked to the front door and went down the front walk toward the sidewalk where the morning newspaper lay. He retrieved it and headed back up the walkway. As he was stepping up to the porch, Mr. Walker from down the street slowly drove by. From Mr. Walker's vantage point, he saw a beautiful set of buns encased in a revealing bathing suit moving sexily from side to side. That combined with the wet, blonde hair draped down past the slim shoulders got Mr. Walker's motor really worked up. He sped away with lustful thoughts.

Back in the house, Stephen made arrangements for his sun bath. He stepped into the backyard and spread a flowered towel over the lounge chair. The backyard was deep and the fences were lined with bushy trees. He could hear the kids from the house in back of his playing in their yard. Stephen sat down and squirted some oil into this hands. He then ran his hands over his smooth legs, arms, neck and as much of his back as he could reach. Satisfied with the coverage, he lay down on the lounger on his stomach and bunched up another towel into a pillow. A little sleepy from the bath and the effects of the sun, Stephen drifted in and out of sleep...

Neighbors Gary was visiting his aunt and uncle this weekend. Having just turned sixteen, he was starting to pay close attention to the opposite sex. Usually they paid attention to him too. Gary was developing into a handsome, young man. He was average height with soft, blue eyes, light, short brown hair and a firm build. His two cousins were not ten yet so they were much smaller than he was. They were rambunctious and good athletes though, so Gary enjoyed throwing passes to them in their backyard on this surprising indian summer day. Gary asked them if there were any girls in the neighborhood that they played with. They said no and looked at each other with a mischievous glimmer in their eyes. They said there was one girl who lived behind them. Sometimes she laid out in the summer in her backyard and since it was warm, maybe she was there today. Gary asked them to show him her yard. They said the best view was from up in the trees which bordered their fences.

Following the two, young lemurs into the tree was easy for the agile teenager. When they reached a comfortable spot where the branches formed a ledge, the cousins pointed toward their neighbor's yard. Through the trees in the other yard, Gary could see the lovely vision. The boys giggled watching their cousin stare at the heavenly figure, mouth agape. When Gary announced, "I'm going to go introduce myself," that only brought more riotous laughter. Just then, Gary's aunt called for lunchtime and his hungry cousins immediately slid down the tree. They looked up and asked Gary if he was coming. He said, "Tell your mom I took a walk around the block and I'll be in for lunch later. I'm going to say hello to that girl." Still giggling, they shrugged their shoulders and scampered off to lunch.

Nimbly, Gary made his way into the neighbor's trees and dropped into their yard. He surveyed the scene. Really, all he had eyes for was the girl. She was stunning. She was laying face down on the lounger, apparently asleep. She was clad in a magenta, one piece bathing suit. Trembling, Gary walked over to her and looked at her. Her blonde hair was slightly damp and her legs were glistening with a thin sheen of oil. Careful not to frighten her, Gary moved around to her head and said, "hello...?"

Dream Stephen stirred and craned his neck to look up at the handsome boy. Wet strands of hair dangled in his face and Stephen could see that the boy was about the same age he was. Stephen noticed how the boy was admiring him. Stephen extended his hand out and introduced himself as Steph-something-or-another. The boy said, "My name's Gary and I'm staying with my cousins in the house behind yours...," he couldn't keep his eyes off Stephen's buttocks and legs. Stephen saw that the boy was getting turned on. Gary explained that since he hadn't brought a bathing suit or even shorts on his visit, and his cousin's and uncle's didn't fit, he had agreed to wear his aunt's bikini briefs. They fit similar to a speedo but Stephen noticed they weren't designed to hide a stiffening penis. The boy tried to cover it by letting his long shirt hang over the bikini. Watching his reactions, Stephen realized this could be an exciting deception...

Gary couldn't believe it when he heard the girl say, "Could you please rub some oil onto my legs?" Without answering, Gary reached for the oil and squirted some into his palms. As he squat down next to her to apply the lotion, the girl instructed, "Just straddle my lower back, that way you can reach the insides a little easier." Gary almost feinted.

He threw one leg over her back and gently lowered himself onto her back, facing toward her feet. Gary was careful not to let his full weight pressure her back. For a moment he just stared down at her soft butt cheeks and saw how her bathing suit only half covered them. He decided to start at her feet which meant he had to reach down the length of her legs. This forced Gary to bend forward, pressing himself onto her buttocks. The girl let out an, "ohhhh... mmm," and Gary felt her hips push out a little to invite the pressure of his sex into her buttocks.

Feeling light headed, Gary tried to concentrate on applying the oil. He grabbed her ankles and worked his hands down and around the bottom of her feet. She moaned slightly and said she was only a little ticklish and it felt good. He squeaked his fingertips between her toes and spread the oil evenly. Gary felt a bump at his leg and looked down to see the girl was offering the bottle of oil to him. He took it and squirted some more into his hands, resting the bottle on her bottom.

Gary continued to run his hands over her soft, smooth legs. First around her calves, then up to her thighs. After a few minutes, Gary was almost to her buttocks. Gary was thinking what to do when the girl said, "I'm going to lay on my back later. Would you mind putting some oil on my front side?" Before he could answer, the girl reached around and Gary watched as her slender fingers with the long painted nails untied the straps at her neck which supported the bathing suit.

Not really knowing how to react or what to do, Gary got up. He watched as the girl maneuvered into position. She was sitting at the edge of the lounger with her back to Gary, pulling the top part of her bathing suit down to her lap. She asked Gary to sit behind her so she could sit in his lap to give him the best angle.

Gary was a virgin and had only kissed one girl before. He didn't have a clue what to do about this situation but instinct for sex was driving him. He sat behind her, straddling her. He was only a little bigger than she was so he had to stretch a bit. His cock head was pushing out from the top of his bikini bottom's but Gary didn't care any more. When he was in place, the girl scooted back and up, resting her buttocks against Gary's lap. Again she moaned and put the bottle of tanning oil into Gary's hand.

A half naked girl was practically sitting on his cock asking him to put oil on her tits. Gary couldn't think, he was in her power. He squirted oil into his palms and reached around and placed his hands on her stomach. The girl put her hands over Gary's and guided them over her tummy and up around her breasts. She was somewhat flat chested, her breasts were only mounds. To Gary, they were perfect. A few minutes went by and then the girl said that it was her turn now. "Lay down on your back and close your eyes. I'm going to give you a full body massage."

They both got up. Gary laid down as ordered and closed his eyes. The girl removed his shirt. She complemented his body and said she liked his briefs. Gary's penis was at full attention but modesty had given way to passion. The girl removed Gary's bikini bottoms. Gary momentarily opened his eyes to see the girl lick her lips and watch Gary's manhood sway proudly in the warm air.

Starting at Gary's feet the girl worked her way up Gary's body. She rubbed and kneaded oil into his muscles. When she got to his crotch she switched gears and worked from his neck down. After five agonizing, wonderful minutes Gary was worked into a frenzy. The girl hadn't even touched his penis and he began to wonder if she would. As he was thinking this, Gary felt droplets of oil fall onto his cock. He opened his eyes and saw the girl was hovering over him, staring at his penis, reaching for it with her hands. He closed his eyes again...

Friend The "hello...?" pulled Stephen out of his reverie and in deja-vu, he looked up to see a handsome boy standing over him. The boy introduced himself and Stephen reciprocated. They talked for several minutes but Stephen didn't have any more time than that. He thanked his new friend, Gary, for waking him saying he could have got sun burned if he'd laid out any longer. Then he walked Gary to the gait and watched him leave.

Stephen kept thinking about his dream. He could only remember bits and pieces of it but the one clear thing was Gary was in the dream. Before Gary reached the sidewalk, Stephen had an idea and called him back. He told Gary about the party that evening and gave him directions to the house. Gary said he looked forward to it and hoped to meet up with Stephen there.

Stephen collected his things and went inside. He stripped off his bathing suit and tucked his hair into a shower cap. Stephen then took a quick shower to rinse off the sun tanning oil. After drying, he put on pink, cotton undergarments and tended his face. Then he pulled up a tight pair of pink shorts and shimmied into a powder blue half tee shirt. Back in the kitchen Stephen looked in the yellow pages, found the numbers he was looking for and placed two phone calls. It took just a minute to make the appointments. He re-checked his look, which was hot, slipped on his high sandals and dashed out the door. The car was in the driveway and his bag was already inside...

Connection Being half Japanese, Terry Sinclair had inherited his mother's diminutive figure. He was five foot four inches tall and had a nice, curvaceous figure. His appearance was mostly caucasian but there were very subtle signs of Japanese ancestory. His eyes were jet black and his complexion was a pale, golden white. His raven black hair was straight and hung almost to the middle of his back. He usually wore it in a single pony tail at work so not too many eyebrows were raised.

Tonight Terry was doing one of his favorite things, shopping for lingerie at Macy's. He wanted to buy a short, half slip and camisole to wear under the new blazer and skirt that arrived from Victoria's Secret last night. He couldn't wait to get all dressed up in his new outfit and cruise the bars where he knew a couple of his cute colleagues hung out. Flirting with them made up as a woman was an incredible turn on!

After looking for nearly fifteen minutes, Terry happened upon a white, lacy slip and matching camisole. He made his way to the counter but there was no salesperson there. He looked around and caught the eye of the girl in misses, just across the way. She gestured she'd be over in a minute. Terry knew the girl's name was Amber because he had gone to this Macy's for the past several weeks to buy lingerie. They had established a little bit of a rapport and he wondered if she suspected his buying motives. He was dying to tell her the lingerie was for him. Terry had a fantasy where he went in the dressing area as a man and came out as a woman. He hoped Amber could help him live that fantasy out one day.

A customer Terry had seen earlier walked up to the counter. She was a pretty red head dressed in a very sexy mini skirt and high heels. "Hi," Terry said. Terry had a soft, gentle voice.

"Hi. I think the salesperson is finishing up with some customers over in misses," offered the girl. She stood close to Terry, he smelled her perfume. She was about an inch taller than he was. Although he preferred dressing as a woman and being with a man, Terry was still attracted to women. However this was the first lady Terry noticed in quite a while. He wondered what it would be like to have a woman make love to him again now that his body had undergone some fairly dramatic changes.

Before Terry could start a conversation, Amber strolled behind the counter. "Hi Terry, nice to see you today. Have you met Peggy?" They exchanged greetings and Amber continued, "That's a lovely slip and camisole set, would you like to try it on?"

Embarrassed, dumbfounded, excited, delighted, Terry blushed. He looked over at Peggy then back at Amber and said, "Yes, if its not against the rules..."

"Of course not, besides, I think they'll look great on you. Excuse me for a second Peggy while I show Terry the dressing rooms. I'll ring you up when I get back." said Amber. Peggy just looked at the two of them in disbelieving wonder.

Amber took Terry's hand and led him to the dressing area. She whispered quietly to Terry, "I'm sure Peggy would like you to model your slip and chemise for her. You two have a lot in common. Would you like me to ask her to stick around while you get changed?"

"Oh, that would be like a dream come true," Terry couldn't believe how events had unfolded here tonight. Amber's comment about a lot in common did not register. "If I could borrow some makeup, I could really impress you both."

"Terry I know how pretty you are and I've suspected all along that you're a cross dresser. You have too much of a feminine demeanor not to be." Amber's plans were coming together perfectly! She stopped and opened a storage cupboard and pulled out a shoebox and handed it to Terry. "This box is filled with cosmetics, brushes, combs and perfumes. Everything a girl needs. Its basically a lost and found, collected from shoppers who accidentally left them behind."

"Thank you Amber, for all you're doing. Give me ten minutes."

Amber returned to the counter and told Peggy that Terry was going to model for them. Amber wanted Terry to leave the store dressed as a woman so she asked Peggy to go back over to misses and pick out a cute dress for him. "I would love to," replied Peggy, "and I know just the one that would look great on him, er, her."

Ten minutes later Amber and Peggy had reconvened at the lingerie counter. Amber was telling Peggy about tomorrow night's party and was saying how great it would be for Amber, Peggy and Terry to go together. Amber also told Peggy she was going to invite their new friend Stephanie. Peggy eschewed the idea at first but when Amber told her they'd be the four hottest girls at the party, Peggy agreed to go. They were discussing how to invite Terry when they were struck by an unbelievable sight.

Terry walked out of the dressing rooms clad in his short half slip and camisole. Quite simply, Terry looked like a woman. A stunning woman. Under the slip he was wearing a white, spandex panty that completely hid his gender. What was most amazing about his appearance, and what Amber and Peggy couldn't take their eyes off of, was his bosom. Terry had full A cup breasts, pushing B cup. He could have modeled what he was wearing at a fashion show and no one would have even thought they were looking at a man. He had no body hair and a smooth, rich complexion. His waist was very tiny, maybe 22 inches around. With his well defined bosom and flared hips, Terry had an ideal figure.

"Terry, is that really you?" asked Amber. "I don't believe it. Your boobs are bigger than mine, how can you get away with living as a man? I'm not sure you are a man..."

Peggy just walked over and asked Terry, "Are your breasts real?" He said yes. Terry felt Peggy cupping his right breast with her left hand and felt her thumb finger his nipple. "Do you mind?" Terry shook his head no. They were definitely real. Peggy was envious, "I've got to get a boob job."

Terry addressed Amber, "I''ve been taking estrogen hormones for almost two years now." Then to Peggy, "Peggy, there's nothing wrong with your boobs, I think they're perfect. You're very pretty."

Without saying a word Peggy took hold of Terry's hand and placed it against the crotch of his black, leather, mini-skirt. After a few moments, Terry looked at Peggy, astonished. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Amber was pleased...

Fitting Ms. Edna Hoover was known to be one of the best seamstresses in the area. Eddy, as she was nicknamed, was considered a master at altering clothes to bring out the best and hide the little embarrassments. Eddy had picked up her talents over the years because she had always fitted her own clothes. Young for her thirty years, Eddy related well to the teenage set and many of her patrons were mother / daughter combinations. Eddy had met Mrs. Neilsen a few years back and had been doing alterations for her since then. She knew Mrs. Neilsen had a child, though she wasn't sure if it was a son or daughter. Mrs. Neilsen had told her the child attended St. Peter's, which was an all boys school, so she assumed it was a boy. However from time to time, Mrs. Neilsen brought in dresses and blouses for her to work on, and said they were for her child.

When the girl called, identifying herself as Mrs. Neilsen's child, asking for an appointment, Eddy became even more confused. Over the phone, Eddy thought the child said her name was Stephen but she found it hard to believe that she was talking to a young man. Maybe the girl said Stephanie... In any case, the child said she wanted Eddy to make a couple of alterations to an outfit she had purchased the night before. Usually Eddy was closed on Saturday afternoons but since Mrs. Neilsen was such a valued customer, she made the exception.

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock and Eddy opened the door. She set her eyes on one of the most beautiful girls she'd ever seen. Many of Eddy's patrons were wealthy wives whose husbands had more interest in their careers. While fitting them in slinky cocktail dresses or negligees, some had confessed their sexual longings. At times the passion had grown to torrid levels and Eddy had developed a reputation in the inner circle for being very sympathetic to their sexual frustrations. When she saw the girl standing before her, Eddy was breathless.

The girl was dressed in a tight, revealing pair of pink shorts and skimpy, tank tee shirt. Eddy could see she was wearing a pink bra because the straps weren't fully covered by the shirt's straps. She was wearing cute, high heeled sandals which propped up her butt. Her pretty face was lightly made up and her blonde hair was falling casually about her shoulders. Eddy invited her in, "Come in love, you're dressed right for the warm weather today."

"Thanks," the girl stepped in and gave Eddy a warm smile. Eddy's business was based out of her house which was a duplex. She had converted the attached studio apartment into her work area. The wood paneled room was spacious but crowded with shelves, spools, wraps of fabric, sewing machines, and several manikins clad in work in progress. "I'm glad you could see me on such short notice Ms. Hoover, I know you're closed on most Saturday's."

"That's ok, dear. Call me Eddy. I understand you want to look pretty for your party tonight. Your mother has talked about you but she never told me you were so lovely. Now lets see what you want Eddy to fit for you." The girl handed Eddy the clothes bag and Eddy hung it on a hook and unzipped it. On the hanger was a short, black nylon and spandex dress with a wrapped, v-neck bodice. "Oh this is very nice. Very sexy."

Blushing now the girl said, "Thank you. The problem is the neckline, I'm afraid my boobs aren't big enough to create the right effect."

"Love, your breasts have the right shape for this dress. Shape is more important than size when you have a skilled seamstress on your team. Come, lets see it on you." Eddy was in control now and she couldn't wait to see this girl with no clothes on. The girl took the dress and slinked over to the draped dressing area but left the curtain open. With her back toward Eddy the girl peeled off her top and unfastened her bra. Eddy saw her magnificent body, so young and fresh. The girl removed her shorts and Eddy noticed she was wearing thong style panties. Most of her resistance spent, Eddy walked over to help her put on the dress.

"Put your arms up dear and I'll slide the dress over you," Eddy was right in front of her now and she maneuvered the dress over the girl's shoulders and breasts. Since the dress was so tight fitting, gravity was no help in pulling the dress down. Eddy caressed it to its full length, two inches above the girl's knees. "Turn around dear, lets have a look at you." Eddy backed into the room and the girl glided around, somewhat confined because the dress didn't have a lot of room to spare. "Honey, will the boys have eyes for you! Lets get you into a proper pair of pumps. Size 6?"

"Yes."

Eddy reached around a manikin, pulled out a shoebox and lifted out a pair of black pumps with 3" heels. She handed them to the girl. "Here love, put these on." The girl slipped into the shoes and walked over to a full length mirror.

"Eddy what I'd like done if possible, is to add a little padding underneath the support cups to push up my boobs and create more cleavage. Can that be done without making it look too obvious?"

Eddy replied, "Dear your waist, legs, shoulders and pretty face will be getting so much attention, I don't think anyone would notice if you wore a push-up bra on the outside of this dress, upside down and backwards. However I understand a girl your age needs to show off some cleavage. So yes, we can definitely add some subtle padding to show off your breasts. Take it from me though honey, you look beautiful in that dress all on your own."

"Oh thank you Eddy!" The girl was so excited she hugged Eddy, and Eddy reciprocated.

"Now just hold still for a minute while I take a look at a few things. Drop your arms to your sides. I'm going to push up your breasts with my hands. Let me know when its to your liking."

"You mean the look of my cleavage?" asked the girl.

"Yes love, that's what I meant." With that Eddy scooted around the girl and, reaching around, gently cupped the girl's breasts through the soft fabric of the dress. Slowly she moved the young lady's breasts up and inwards creating the effect of more and more cleavage. Eddy was surprised how generous the girl's breasts were now that she was holding them. Eddy was breathing on the girl's neck, "You're lucky to have such nicely shaped breasts. You see how easily they can be manipulated into appearing bigger?"

Eddy's complements were beginning to intoxicate the girl and Eddy could feel her heart was beginning to beat rapidly. The girl stood frozen looking into the mirror and said, "Yes I like that." Together they stood there, hearts beating, breathing heavily, silent for a minute.

Before things got too heavy or too far along, Eddy broke away and said, "Ok then, its settled. Lets have that off now and I'll get to work. In one swoosh, Eddy expertly had the girl's dress off and for the first time got a good glimpse of her panties. They were a pink, cotton thong but Eddy had seen the like of them before. She had worn panties like this many years ago, almost a forgotten memory...

Salon Stephen was so glad Ms. Hoover could help him with his outfit. Now that the right look had been arranged for his clothes all he had to worry about was his hair. Fortunately he'd called in advance so he wouldn't have to wait too long. He pulled the car in front of Locke's Salon, hopped out and entered.

He was greeted by the cashier, who recognized him, and told him Brad would be done with his customer in a few minutes. Stephen always had his hair styled by Brad Majors, who was a rising young star on the hair stylists circuit. Stephen took a seat in the lobby. Locke's was very busy today and there were several men reading magazines waiting for their wives or girlfriends to have their hair styled. As Stephen moved through their ranks, all eyes were targeted. Stephen took a seat next to a Swedish looking guy who was very cute.

Just as he sat down though, Brad came racing around into the lobby and squealed, "Baby, don't you look marvelous today!" and grabbed Stephen's hand, "we are going to do wonders with your beautiful, blonde self." Brad was an overtly gay man and pranced about in a pronounced effeminate manner. "All these hungry men can't take their eyes off you but you're mine for the next hour. Sit yourself down."

Brad directed Stephen into the chair and for the next few minutes no words were exchanged between them. This was the period for the artist to examine his clay and everyone knew Brad should not be disturbed when he was forming creative thoughts.

"Yes, yes, yes... I've got it, baby. Oh this is going to be so heavenly..."

"Don't you want to know what I'll be wearing or where I'm going?" asked Stephen, almost too incredulously. Most patrons who questioned Brad Majors rarely did twice because its likely he wouldn't wait on them again. However since Stephen was a prized client, he was given small allowances.

"Absolutely baby, tell me everything," very difficult for Brad to say but he managed a smile, "its very important I know all the details." Really it didn't matter at all. The style Brad had conceived was going to work with every outfit, every occasion but he knew his client was too young to fully appreciate Brad's genius.

Stephen proceeded to describe the outfit in great detail including all the accessories, shoes, jewelry, etc. that he planned to adorn. Brad had already begun the styling process but he gave continual, verbal acknowledgment that he was listening, even though he really wasn't. When Stephen was done, Brad said, "Oh that's perfect baby, this is going to work so beautifully for you..."

Preparations Stephen finished dressing and went to the bathroom to do his face. He was very careful to make everything look just right because he wanted tonight to be special. His eyebrows, eyelids, eyelashes, lips and cheeks were perfect. Brad had done a wonderful job with his hair. Stephen's outfit, face and hair combined to create an electrifying look...

Amber slunk into a red, silk slipdress with spaghetti straps. The dress' length was above her knees but was long enough to cover the lacy, elastic tops of her jet black thigh highs. She put on her night life makeup and styled her long hair to hang over her left shoulder. She slipped her feet into delicate sandals, the heels were almost 4"...

Peggy stepped out of the shower and toweled himself down. He wiped the mist from the full length mirror and admired his naked shape. He ran his hands all over his smooth body, loving the feel of his skin. The silicone glue Peggy used to apply his prosthetic breasts was waterproof and his breasts still looked remarkably real, even to Peggy. Slipping into a pair of white, nylon panties, Peggy decided the first step should be to style his hair. He toweled most of the water out then started blowing it dry. After a few minutes, he achieved the style he was looking for so he turned his attention to his makeup. Peggy applied foundation, then mascara and rouge. Noisily, the doorbell to his apartment rang and Peggy stopped, dead in his tracks. He slipped on a floral kimono and tip toed over to the door and peered through the peep hole.

Peggy didn't recognize the boy, who was apparently delivering flowers in a long box. Peggy undid the lock and opened the door. The boy's eyes lit up and he stammered, "Er, good evening ma'am. I'm delivering these flowers to Peggy. Is that you, ma'am?"

"How nice, yes I'm Peggy. Can you please put them on that table over there?" The ultimate thrill for Peggy was passing as a woman and he was feeling more comfortable all the time that he could be accepted as such. "Excuse me for just a moment, please." Peggy went to the kitchen and took out two dollars from his purse to tip the boy. For fun, he untied the sash that held the kimono together. The kimono hung from his breasts, revealing his soft, bare torso. Peggy re-emerged into the living room and the boy stared at his covered breasts and midriff. Peggy could barely contain his delight as he handed the boy the two dollars and reached up and pecked him on the cheek.

"Thank you, come by with flowers anytime." With that the boy mumbled his thanks and backed out the front door, unable to take his eyes off Peggy. Facing the boy and standing just inside of the doorway, Peggy shut the door with his left foot while at the same time shaking off the kimono. Peggy caught sight of the boy's eyes bulging out before the door completely closed. He walked over to the table and lifted off the top of the flower box. Inside were four white, long stem roses. The note said, "Tonight you become a woman. -Amber"...

Terry managed to zip up the tank styled, silk sheath dress without too much fuss. The grey dress was short, falling to the middle of Terry's thighs. Since the plunging neckline was designed not to wear a bra, underneath all Terry wore was a white, satin panty. Since the panties were just a whisp of material which didn't completely conceal his secrets, Terry wore a sheer, beige pantyhose that tightened things up. He slipped on a pair of grey pumps and was ready to tear up the night...

Party An hour into the party Jake was still greeting people at the door. When Gary got to the front door, he introduced himself to Jake. Jake welcomed everyone and usually gave strangers no notice but something compelled him to ask Gary how he'd heard about the party. Gary described the person who had invited him and Jake sensed that Gary was somehow connected to his mysterious blonde angel. Needless to say, Jake and Gary hit it off immediately. Jake showed Gary around the house and always had another question about the girl. For the next hour, they talked about girls, football, beer and other serious matters.

As the two new buddies were whooping it up, a large Cadillac made its way down the street and settled into a spot apparently reserved on the driveway. The doors opened and out poured four sexy, young ladies, dressed to kill. The few people mingling in the front yard stopped their conversations to stare in wonder at these gifts from heaven. The girls were giggling and chattering and clearly the party belonged to them now. When they got to the front door, the lead girl greeted the doorman who was one of the bigger football players at St. Peter's and told him about the two kegs of beer in the trunk.

When they stepped into the entry hall of the house, it was like entering another world. A powerful rock and roll beat was thumping from a live band set up in the back yard. All over the place were teenage kids, drinking, dancing and partying. As they made their way through the crowd, they were greeted by hungry eyes and jealous eyes, male and female. Everyone was having a good time but these four beauties stirred lust all around them.

The girls tried to stick together but they were quickly and expertly separated by guys who were intent to make themselves known. The first two girls got pulled aside by three high school lettermen named Joey, Lou and Ed. The girls introduced themselves as Amber and Steph.

"You must be Amber Nichols, Jake's sister," deduced Ed. "He's been telling all the guys that you'd be coming with a bunch of your friends, and let me say that you and your friends are looking very nice tonight." The sugar coating commenced.

The other two girls also got targeted this time by Jake and Gary. "Peggy!" called Jake and when he got their attention he and Gary strolled over. "I'm really glad you could make it, this is my friend Gary. Gary, this is Peggy and, what's your friend's name?"

"This is Terry," introduced Peggy and the four of them started to talk.

Without knowing how it happened, Amber, Steph, Peggy and Terry always seemed to have a drink in their hand. When they finished a beer, along came another guy with two, offering one to start a conversation. Guys of all shapes and sizes vied for their attention, some were incredibly forward and others were complete gentlemen. The aggressive ones had heavy beer scents about them and they got really close to the girl's faces. Arms draped over the girl's shoulders, hanging on them. Some went as far as to kiss them and grab their butts and pull the girls into their laps. Peggy and Terry gravitated toward these guys more than Amber and Steph. They became completely immersed in desire and passion and flaunted their bodies to be sexy and provocative. They enjoyed all of the attention the horny young men provided them.

On the other hand, Amber and Steph shied away from the overtly sexual types and withdrew into each other's company...

Odyssey When Terry woke up, his brain was a fog but he was able to get his bearings. He had passed out and was lying down on a bed in a guest bedroom. Peggy was sitting at the edge of the bed primping his face through the teeny mirror of a powder compact. He was clothed only in bra and panties, his dress was slung over a chair parked in front of a desk. Terry also noticed that two guys were completely dozed on the floor, at the foot and to the side of the bed. When Terry stirred, Peggy looked around.

"Honey I can't believe you passed out and left me all alone with those two studs." Peggy pointed at the guys and Terry recognized them as Lou and Ed, high school seniors they'd met only a few hours ago.

Peggy saw that Terry was pretty clueless about what had happened. "Oh I'm sorry you missed all the fun but after all dear, you were the one who got things rolling. Don't you remember?" Peggy repositioned himself on the bed, sitting next to Terry. He gently stroked Terry's hair and said, "Maybe I can refresh your memory..."

Quarters Stephen couldn't believe that the two girls he'd met only recently were playing drinking games by themselves with a handful of guys. The party had become pretty wild and word quickly spread through the high school boys crowd that female flesh was getting exposed in the kitchen. His companion, the nice boy he'd met earlier, Gary, had lead him by the hand into the kitchen to watch the spectacle. Amber and her brother Jake were standing behind them, both of them leaning all over Stephen to apparently get a better view of the table. The kitchen was packed with people and the center of the universe was a round breakfast table with eight people seated around it.

Peggy and Terry were sitting down next to each other. Guys were hovering around them like a flock of male drones trying to get the queen bee's attention.

The game was a mixture of strip poker and quarters. The rules of the game were the winner got to choose who among the losers would have to take a shot. The loser then had the option of taking the shot or trying to bounce a quarter into a shot glass. If they chose the latter and succeeded they didn't have to take a shot. If they failed, they had to remove an article of clothing. The guys were not only winning all of the hands, but of course they were picking Terry and Peggy as the "shooters" each time. At first the guys were choosing Terry and Peggy on an equal basis. However as the game progressed it was evident that Peggy had developed a rare talent for bouncing the quarter into the shot glass, thereby ducking out of the punishment each time. So Terry became the victim. Thinking what was the lesser of two evils, Terry chose to take the shot of liquor each time rather than risk a missed quarter.

From his vantage point Stephen could see that Terry was starting to really warm up to the guys who were hanging all over her. He had just met them earlier, Joey, Lou and Ed. They were very nice young men and cute too. Unfortunately the drink had gotten the best of them and their minds were clearly focused on getting into Terry and Peggy's panties...

Moments Amber was in heaven. Here she was in her parents bedroom, making out with the beautiful blonde girl named Steph. She'd been dreaming about this since their interlude the night before at Macy's and now it was becoming reality.

Just fifteen minutes ago she managed to sneak out of the kitchen with Steph without her brother noticing. They grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, and giggling all the way up the stairs they crept unobserved into the master bedroom. There, Steph sat down on the edge of the bed while Amber dimmed the lights and turned on the stereo in the closet. The jazz CD Amber had inserted earlier that day was playing softly, not nearly enough to cover the thumping of the band in back. Together they created a melodic, electric rhythm.

Amber poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Steph. For a few minutes they just sat on the edge of the bed next to each other sipping wine. Then Amber stroked Steph's hair and lightly petted her arms. As the music and wine drew them closer they looked into each other's eyes, their faces were only inches away. Together they drank in all the details of eyes, lips and makeup. They were breathing heavily now, drinking out of one wine glass. Steph took a drink and handed Amber the glass. Amber wrapped her lips around the lipstick mark Steph had just imprinted on the rim and pretended to plant a kiss.

Steph leaned in but Amber drew away and gracefully got up from the bed. Wordlessly she turned around and began to perform a private strip dance for her girlfriend. Amber was really feeling the affects of all the beers and wine now and her only thoughts were to entice and please her beautiful blonde princess. Slowly she wove her hands across her own body. She shimmied off the straps of the red dress and after only a few more gyrating movements the dress slinked to the floor.

All she was wearing underneath was a black, lacy panty and black thigh highs. Amber stopped her dance, kicked off her heels and walked over to Steph. Steph leaned back onto the bed and accepted Amber into her embrace...

Wow Realizing that Steph was gone Jake made a quick inspection of the crowd to see where she had drifted. He walked from room to room asking people if they'd seen her. Finally three girls who were the same age as him said they had seen her leave with two other guys. Little did Jake know all three girls were interested in him. They were playing a game hoping Jake would forget about who he was looking for and concentrate on them. Jake had other thoughts though and headed back toward the kitchen...

At the table Terry was not faring well. He was so drunk he had completely forgotten his identity and for all intents and purposes, for the next few minutes he was a girl. On the table were a pair of grey pumps, earrings, bracelet, necklace, and two hairpins. As Terry bounced yet another quarter way off target the room suddenly fell silent. All eyes looked over at Terry in wide wonder, uncertain what she was going to do next. With glazed eyes Terry reached back and unzipped the grey dress. Staying seated, she slinked it down to her waist. For a split second everyone caught their breath, staring at Terry's beautiful breasts. Then the room erupted into chaos.

At that precise moment Jake squirted through the dense crowd to the table and put his arms around Peggy and Terry. All in one motion he guided them up and into the ranting, horny crowd. With her dress falling down but clung about her waist, Terry bounced through all the boys smiling and flaunting her boobs. Lou and Ed followed directly behind Jake and the five of them worked their way to the stairway and up to the door of Jake's parents bedroom...

Discovery Entwined in passion with her lover, Amber had made her way to Steph's tummy. She was slowly pulling off the black, spandex dress, inch by inch kissing her way down as she went. Steph was moaning softly, completely caught up in the passionate moment.

Just then the door burst open and Jake, Peggy, Terry, Lou and Ed poured into the room all at once.

"Oh my gaW'd...!"

"Get the hell out of here, Jake!" Amber screamed. Steph had enough sense to quickly cover herself up. She was whimpering, almost crying though.

Not really knowing what was going on Lou and Ed gathered up Peggy and Terry and moved out of the bedroom down the hall. Somehow Lou managed to grab the bottle of wine and a glass.

All Jake could do was stand there. Amber walked over to him and when it looked like she was about to slug him she dropped to her knees and burst into tears. Jake was looking at Steph and she held his gaze. Jake was torn between the two girls. He crouched down next to his sister and put his arms around her in support. She clung tightly to him, crying into his shoulder.

As their emotional roles reversed, Jake's beautiful, blonde angel walked over to him and put her hands through his hair. What he had just done in showing his love and compassion for his sister made Steph feel very close to him...

Morning Several hours into the morning light Stephen woke up with a gentle nudge. He was a little groggy and looked around to see who woke him. Fortunately he wasn't hung over from the affects of the previous evening. He was laying in a waterbed in what was obviously a young man's room. Next to him was Jake. The waterbed had gravitated the two together in the middle of the bed and they were in each other's arms. Jake was wearing only boxer shorts, Stephen was fully dressed. There was no one else in the room and Jake was sound asleep. The nudge must have been Jake moving in his sleep.

Quietly Stephen rose from the bed and smiled down at Jake as the remainder of the evening came into focus. He slipped on his shoes and crept downstairs.

Amber and Gary were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and quietly talking. They both rose and offered greetings when Stephen came into the room. Each gave him a hug. Stephen got his first look at a clock which read 10:00. "OH NO! I'm supposed to pick up my mother at the airport in ten minutes!"

"You'd better be off then," said Gary, and nicely added, "Is your car here? I can drive you to the airport..."

"Thanks Gary, I drove last night," then to Amber, "Call me later?"

Amber grinned, "Absolutely." With that Stephen gave Amber a peck on the cheek and dashed out the door...

Airport Stephen raced to the airport in twenty minutes. He saw his mother standing in front of the terminal, arms across her chest. He stopped the car and got out.

"I'm not going to wag a finger at you Stephy, because I know you drive that car like a truck. That is, just because you're late you still drive at a safe speed, right?" Her tone was playful.

"Yes mother, of course." Stephen gave his mother a hug. "How was your trip?"

"I'll tell you all about it dear. Not to change the subject but aren't you a little over dressed to pick up your mother at the airport? That's one sexy outfit. The way you're bulging out of it has Eddy's work written all over it." Stephen's mother was very observant...

Stephen was just about to answer when he caught the gaze of the driver in the car in front of theirs. The driver was looking at him through the rear view mirror...

Departure Amber and Gary watched the blonde, beautiful girl dash out the front door. Amber sighed and Gary said, "Good thing Steph woke up when she did or her mother would have been stranded at the airport too."

"I made sure to wake her with plenty of time to spare," replied Amber.

Mirror Stephen put his mother's luggage in the trunk and they climbed into the car. As he pulled away from the curb he looked into the rear view mirror. What he saw there was difficult to believe. Since they were stuck behind a few taxis, he stopped the car and surveyed the scene through the mirror.

A Cadillac pulled up behind them and stopped. A pretty, blonde girl stepped out of the car and greeted her mother who was waiting in front of the terminal. The girl was wearing a tight, black spandex, evening dress. The girl exchanged a few words with her mother and as she was turning to grab her mother's suitcase she caught Stephen's gaze. It was like looking into a mirror.