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DISCLAIMER:  THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX BETWEEN
ADULTS.  DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU OR VIOLATES
YOUR COMMUNITY STANDARDS.  ALSO DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER
THE AGE OF 18.
    
    Authors Note: This story is about an ordinary guy who delves into
crossdressing. At first he does it for the money, later its for the women,
and finally he does that and much, much more for his friend.
    In this first part, there isn't a lot of sex, we follow John as he
makes his choices and tries out new things, learns a bit about the opposite
sex and makes some new friends. Some may be unhappy that I don't jump right
into the "good stuff" but I try to add some actual story and reasoning
behind the events. I also try not to skip over significant pieces even
though they have no sex in them. 
    
    In the second part, John discovers what sacrifices he is willing to
make and just how far sexually he will go for his friendship, and learns
about himself in the process. This part of the story focuses less on
crossdressing and more on M/M and anal sex. 
    
    Chapter 1
    
    John shook his head in amazement. After all day searching every place
in the phone book he couldn't find a single health club in his price range.
All the guys clubs were $30-$50 per month and on his college budget he just
couldn't afford it. Mom and Dad sent him credits at the nearby stores and
supermarkets but not a lot of disposable cash. It figured that the closest
club was a woman's-only club and having an introductory rate of just $30
for the first entire year.
    He was sitting in the car looking at the club when a trio of hot
looking women in little miniskirts came up and went in the door laughing.
Inside he could see hot bodies in exercise thongs getting ready for an
aerobics class and sighed. That would be the ultimate place to work out, he
thought, dozens of foxy babes to look at through the whole aerobics class,
too bad it's a women-only place. He went back to his room and lay on the
bed masturbating, thinking of all the women in the club and what it must be
like in the locker room with dozens of naked bodies walking around showing
off. He was still fantasizing when he came, the force of it surprising him.
One long ropy stream flew up in the air and came down in his open mouth,
surprising him with its taste.
    It wasn't until later, after five beers that the idea came to him. Why
couldn't he dress up like a girl and join the club, he thought. His
beer-soaked brain thought it was a great idea and he went to bed that night
dreaming of the locker room.
    He woke up with a massive hardon, and in the cold light of day thought
over the idea again. It actually wasn't that farfetched, he told himself,
I'm not overly masculine with hairy muscles or something. A wig was out of
the question, but since he had been wearing his hair long he could probably
pull it back into one of those clip things that all the women seemed to
wear and get by. He wasn't sure when he switched from deciding to do it or
not, to deciding "how" to do it, but every time he grossed out at the
thought of dressing like a woman he thought of that locker room, and his
cock decided for him.
    Intrigued at the adventure the situation presented, he sat down to map
out how to do it. First he went to the department store where he had quite
a bit of credit and picked up some makeup. He had no idea what to get but
knew it should be fairly subdued, he didn't want to attract attention. Then
some hair clips and finally over to the clothing department. He picked out
a couple of generic outfits, loose sweat pants with oversize T-shirts, then
to the lingerie department. He picked out some satin panties, even though
he knew he wouldn't really need them (just for the hell of it he told
himself) and a couple of sports bra's, matching the size to himself and
blushing furiously when the salesgirl looked at him with a knowing smile.
Fleeing to the shoes dept with his purchases he got a good pair of women's
aerobics shoes that fit him, ignoring the strange looks of the clerk. A
purse and a few other things and he was done.
    Going home he sat in front of the mirror, pulled his hair back and
tried the makeup. It wasn't as easy as it looked and he couldn't find a
happy medium between unnoticeable and garish. Finally he had something
halfway decent and holding his camera at arms length took his picture.
    Next it was on to the computer lab at college where he scanned in his
drivers license, changed the "h" in John to an "a" making Joan. Then he
scanned in the Polaroid of himself with the makeup on and replaced his old
picture, finally printing it on the color laser printer. Sliding it behind
the plastic display area in the purse he knew it wouldn't fool a policeman
but it looked like it would be real enough for the health club
receptionist.
    
    Chapter 2
    
    As he got ready to go to the club and join he suddenly realized that he
would need a non-workout outfit for "Joan" to sign up in. Back he went to
the clothes store. The same clerk was there as he perused the women's
clothing section trying to decide what to wear. He wasn't going to try on
dresses or anything dumb like that.
    "Can I help you?" the sales clerk asked.
    "um yea, I'm looking for an outfit.. for my girlfriend," he stammered,
knowing he had just lost any hope with this girl but unable to come up with
any other reason.
    "What does she like?"
    "um, something discrete and not too... frilly", he managed to get out.
    She gave him a curious look, "and how many outfits does she have?"
    "None.. I mean, not very many."
    The clerk smiled a knowing smile and led him over to the stretch pants.
    "Try these, they go well with an oversize top," she said pulling out a
pair of black stirrups and a dark top.  "Is your.. girlfriend.. about your
size, would you like to try them on and see if they fit? Returning them is
such a hassle here."
    He said, "yea," without even thinking and her smile grew.
    She directed him towards the women's dressing area and helped him into
the first stall, telling him, "try them on and show me how they fit."
    He closed the curtain and dropped his trousers, his cock was raging,
engorged, purple and throbbing. He thought about tossing off right there
but knew she was waiting just outside. With a sigh, he pulled the pants on
and pulled them up tight, surprised at how tight they were and how light
weight, they almost felt like he had nothing on. His cock continued to
throb insistently. Quickly he pulled over the top and opened the curtain.
    "they fit quite well," she said when he came out, embarrassed and
looking around to make sure nobody saw him, "if she's about your size you
won't need to bring them back."
    He turned a bit in front of the mirror, trying not to let her see his
bulging cock, finally he went back in and changed, his cock dangerously
close to bursting as he slid the material down his groin.
    After he paid for the outfit the sales clerk beckoned him closer and
whispered in his ear, "if your.. girlfriend.. likes to wear boxers, remind
her she needs regular panties for those pants, they show everything."
    He gulped his thanks and fled the store with her laughter following
him.
    
    Chapter 3
    
    As he cooled down on the way home his embarrassment grew by leaps and
bounds. She thinks I'm some kind of crossdressing pervert, he thought to
himself, and as he sat in the car thinking more and more about it, he came
very close to killing the whole idea. The idea of dressing like a woman was
repellent to him, but as he got closer to home his thoughts drifted to the
locker room and the naked women walking around in it and his cock
insistently demanded some attention. 
    Laying in bed, clothes and bags thrown on the floor as he raced in, he
pumped his cock thinking of the salesclerk and how he should have asked her
into the stall with him to "help him" and how amazed she would have been on
seeing his cock and how she would have knelt down and taken it in her
mouth. How her soft tongue would have licked it and she would have sucked
his whole cock into her mouth, enveloping it with warm moistness. He
spurted huge streams, caught up in his fantasy, large plops landing on his
chest and cheek. He wiped with one hand while continuing to pump with the
other one. Lost in the fantasy he didn't even think as his hand brushed the
blob on his cheek and smeared a larger blob on his lips. He pictured her
lips licking it off as he tasted the salty taste of his cum.
    Later he put on his makeup. It seemed easier this time, though he went
for a very subdued, faintly noticeable look. He put his hair back, put on
the stirrup pants and caught himself in the mirror. 
    The salesclerk was right, he thought to himself wryly, his boxers were
plainly noticeable. Stripping them off he got out the satin panties. His
cock gave a twitch as he felt them.
    Good thing I just came,  he thought, as he slid them on. They felt
wonderful, so smooth and cool to his skin. His cock slid around in them
growing hard as he slid on the pants. Now looking at himself in the mirror
he could see a female pantyline. Of course there was an obvious bulge in
the front but that would be soon hidden. He put on the sports bra, filling
it with some carefully cut foam rubber from the packing boxes and the top
over it. Finally some pink socks and the womens shoes. 
    Checking himself in the mirror he was amazed at the transformation. He
actually looked like a girl! Of course he didn't have the right figure or
hip sway or that kind of thing, but the oversize top and the fake breasts
covered all those problems and he was confident he would not be discovered.

    His only concern was his voice, he had been practicing raising it a
pitch and making it sound natural and he was pretty sure it would pass but
he was still worried when he picked up his purse, carefully filled with a
few things, and headed out the door.
    
    As he walked down the street he was really nervous at first. Afraid he
would be discovered he was reassured that nobody gave him a second glance.
Confident now he walked into the club and approached the desk.
    "May I help you?" the woman at the counter asked.
    "I am interested in a membership," he said trying to keep his voice
high and casual at the same time. It must have come out acceptably because
she replied.
    "Fill out this application and I'll show you around."
    He filled it out, remembering to use "Joan" for the name and handed
over the $30, which represented about all he had.
    "Welcome to the club Joan," she smiled, "would you like me to show you
around?"
    "No, I'll manage, thank you," he replied and went undetected into
no-mans country.
    The aerobics and machine areas were as he expected. He hesitated in
front of the locker room entrance for a second, old habits warring with
fantasies and then went in.
    
    Chapter 4
    
    The locker room was everything he had ever dreamed of.  He had arrived
between classes and one group was showering up to get out while the others
were getting dressed. He wandered through the whole area trying not to
stare. Naked women walked by him with every step, women with towels on
their heads and nothing else, women in panties and bras standing around
talking, women stripping their clothes off, not even knowing he was
watching as they pulled their tops off over their heads and unclipped their
bras letting their breasts pop out, women bent over and soaping themselves
as they showered together, women laughing as they stood in clusters unaware
a man was around.
    At last he could stand it no longer, he dived into a toilet stall and
sat down, pulling out his cock which felt like it was about to explode. He
lubed it by spitting onto it and then  quietly stroked it, listening to the
conversations going on all around and watching naked feet walking by. It
only took a few strokes before he exploded huge gobs of cum all over his
hands.
    Finally he came back to his senses and looked around for something to
clean up with. He realized to his horror that this stall was out of paper.
He had nothing to clean up with. He tried to figure a way out of his
predicament. If he just pulled his clothes on they would probably soak
through and he would smell and it might give him away. He could wash his
hands in the toilet but in looking down he saw that this one wasn't very
clean. Someone had recently had some problems in this one and he gagged at
the thought of putting his hands down there.
    Reluctantly he decided he would have to lick it off, his breath would
probably smell bad but if he didn't talk to anyone he might get away with
it. He scraped all the cum matted in his pubic hair into his palm and
licked both hands clean. It's not so bad anyway, he thought to himself. 
    When he was as clean as he could make himself, he pulled on his
clothes, opened the door and immediately went to the sink and washed,
rinsing his mouth as well. 
    On the way out he picked up his membership card and left with the
aerobics schedule. Outside, he felt his sense of accomplishment surge
inside him. He had done it! He had joined a women-only health club,
masturbated in the locker room and nobody knew. There was a spring in his
step as he walked the rest of the way home.
    
    Chapter 5
    
    After that things settled down into a routine. He went to class in the
mornings and in the afternoons, came home, put on his workout outfit, did
the small amount of makeup and went to the aerobics class. After class he
hung around the locker room as long as he dared, washing his face and
pretending to do his makeup but in reality watching the women, then he
raced home, laid on the bed and masturbated, stroking his cock while he
mentally replayed the scenes in the changing room. 
    After the first couple of days he realized he was going to need more
outfits. He couldn't simply put on a pair of shorts, the outfit had to be
carefully constructed to hide his telltale bulge. Watching the other women
he saw that pretty much anything goes for outfits and as long as he wore a
big loose top he could probably get away with most anything. So it was back
to the store again. The pretty clerk was there and she felt her eyes on him
as he selected some bike shorts. Trying to decide what else to wear with
them he looked for something definitely feminine to head off any suspicions
people may have. He spotted the thong outfits and selected a couple of
bright colored ones. That and some large tank tops completed the right
outfit.
    As he took his pile of clothes to the register, he pondered briefly if
he was getting into this too deeply. After all, he told himself, truth be
told, I've probably spent as much on this project as I would have just
getting a normal membership. But then I never would have seen the locker
room.
    He knew he was hooked, after seeing more naked women than his
classmates dreamed of, he realized he would go to great lengths to keep the
whole thing going. He plopped the clothes down on the counter and pulled
out his wallet. The pretty clerk watched him, smiling but without comment.
    
    At home he pulled on the bike shorts and realized they showed his
panties too clearly. The women at the club did not show panty lines with
their outfits. Better not be obvious he thought as he stripped and pulled
the shorts on over his bare cock. Next came the bra and then the thong
leotard. Finally the big tank top over it all.
    He walked around a bit, bent over, did some stepping, all the while
watching himself critically in the mirror, but the shirt covered his bulge
and nobody would notice. He did discover that the thong tended to ride up
in his butt crack. At first he constantly pulled it out, but then thinking
back he couldn't remember any of the women doing that so he forced himself
to stop.
    After practicing some more his crack started to get used to the
pressure and it actually started to feel good. Now I know why all those
women wear those butt floss outfits, he thought, it feels good!
    Pulling on a baggy pair of sweats he headed out the door for class.
    
    In class, he was feeling really good. At first he had been pretty
uncoordinated and was unable to follow the instructor. But now he was into
the swing and counting and stepping with the rest. His colorful outfit
blending perfectly with the rest, his butt happily being rubbed by the
thong. Even though he was exercising hard his cock tended to twitch because
of the hot bodies around him and the way they moved. The womens only club
allowed the women to be more relaxed then if they knew men were around and
as a result he really got an eyeful.
    After class while everyone was mopping their face, three women came up
to him. He had seen them, the blonde in particular because she was easily
the most beautiful in the whole class, and he had verified a number of
times that she was a natural blonde.
    Now they stood before him. God she's beautiful, he thought, looking at
the blonde. She was wearing a bright orange outfit, cleavage visible in the
scooping neckline. Her hair was back but a few wisps had fallen out of
place, her checks were flushed from all the exercise and she had a big
smile on her face.
    "Hi, I'm Emily," she said, "your new here right?"
    "Hi Emily, nice to meet you. Yes I just joined last week, my name's
Joan" he managed to get out without too much trouble and in the right
voice.
    "Well Joan, Brenda, and she indicated the redhead, "and Karen,"
pointing at the brunette, "were wondering if you wanted to get together for
a spritzer after we get cleaned up."
    He wanted nothing more than to crush her in his arms right then and
there, but alarm bells were ringing in his head.
    "Um, I didn't bring any clothes, I usually shower at home," he said
apologetically.
    "That's OK, we'll meet you there in say, half an hour?"
    "Sounds great, I'll look forward to it."
    
    In the shower he panicked. He realized he had nothing to wear! The only
female clothing he had was exercise stuff. As he showered his head whirled
with thoughts of how he might be able to use the bike shorts and a
different shirt for a casual look. Then he remembered the first outfit he
had purchased, the stretch pants and dark top. It was still sitting on the
shelf, unused since that first day.
    Sighing with relief he finished up, carefully put on his makeup and the
outfit and headed out the door.
    
    "Hi," Karen said indicating the open stool as "Joan" walked in the
door.
    He sat down with them and ordered a flavored water.
    "Brenda figures you're a student at the college, is that right?" Joan
asked.
    "Yes, I'm majoring in computers," he said settling down.
    "Aha, I was right," Brenda announced triumphantly.
    They chatted for an hour before Emily said she had to go. As they all
headed out the door, Emily said, "it was nice to get to know you Joan. See
you at the club tomorrow?"
    "I'll be there," he promised.
    
    Chapter 6
    
    As the days and weeks went by the friendship of the four grew,
particularly between John (Joan) and Emily. He was immensely attracted to
her but after talking for hours over soda's, or wine coolers or coffee he
realized he really liked her with more than his cock, he liked her for a
friend. At times he surprised himself by ignoring her looks and talking to
her heart.
    One day they were at her place, curled up on the sofa. They had each
had several glasses of white wine and were floating a little.
    Emily had been looking into her glass, suddenly she looked up, "your
interested in girls aren't you?"
    He sputtered a bit, unable to figure out what to say.
    "I've seen the way you look at the women in the shower," she went on,
"you look like your attracted to them."
    He suddenly had this vision, my God, he thought to himself, she's a
lesbian, what am I going to do now?
    "Yes," he said in a small voice.
    "I thought so," she nodded to herself, "well I just want you to know
I'm not interested in any of that kind of stuff. Though I should tell you
that Brenda goes both ways."
    "In fact," she continued, half to herself, "I'm not really that much
interested in sex, are you?"
    He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
    "Yea, most people are, but its just not that interesting to me. I've
had several boyfriends and done lots of different things."
    She looked up, "my God why am I telling you all this?"
    He felt a sense of calm wash over him, "because we're friends that's
why and friends talk about their troubles with each other."
    After he spoke the words, he felt the rightness of them deep inside,
and a sudden realization as well, "and because," he said seriously,
"because you're my best friend."
    She looked at him for a minute, letting it sink in then said, "you
know, I've known Brenda and Karen a lot longer than you, but I feel like
you're my best friend too."
    Then they both grinned at each other and took another big drink.
    "My current boyfriend," Emily said, setting the drink down and hugging
a pillow, "he wants to do it all the time. He's got a big dick, biggest one
I've ever seen, and he always makes me come, and I really like him, but I'm
just not that interested in sex."
    She put her chin down into the pillow, "sometimes I think I should go
to the doctor and get checked. I mean everyone else seems to like sex, but
once every other week or so seems about right for me. Stan, wants it every
night, and he usually wants to come two or three times."
    John nodded sympathetically though he thought that sounded about right,
if he was banging Emily he would want to come two or three times a night
too.
    Instead he said, "don't worry about it, theres always other ways of
making a guy happy."
    "Oh I know, I give him blow jobs and hand jobs sometimes. He's pretty
open and experimental, he has even been pushing me to try anal sex but I
told him no way."
    She giggled, "sorry to be so graphic. I don't usually talk this way."
    "It's OK," he assured her, "I've done it too."
    "Anal sex?"
    "No, I mean taken care of my guy when I'm not really interested."
    "You never talk about your boyfriend," she said sitting up a bit, "here
I am pouring my guts out to you about cock sizes and what we do in bed and
you haven't told me anything."
    "Oh, I don't have anybody right now," he said, heart thumping in his
chest as he tried to come up with something.
    "Oh," she sank back into the couch.
    
    Later as he went home he realized this was kind of a turning point.
They were real friends now, confiding their secrets in each other. He
realized just how much he treasured their time together, how much he didn't
want to spoil it and started feeling guilty about his big secret.
    If only I had met her differently, he thought, this might have worked
out. But he knew he never would have met her if not for the club and never
would have gotten to be friends if he wasn't "one of the girls".
    They got together a lot after that, long chats and phone conversations.
They went to the movies together and just talked. He discovered he didn't
need to invent too much history about himself, just change the sex of most
of it. It was a lot easier to use his real upbringing and family than to
try and invent something.
    He moved the topic around to sex a lot after that and discovered that
Stan came over several nights a week in the evening to spend time with
Emily. They had all gone out a couple of  times, Stan and the four women.
John didn't blame Stan for pushing sex on Emily, he was whacking off a
couple of times a night himself between thinking about the locker room and
her. Yet when they were talking he didn't even think much of her sex, they
were just friends sharing their lives and interests with each other.
    
    Chapter 7
    
    The situation changed when Brenda invited "Joan" out dancing with them
that Friday night right after aerobics class.
    "Come on, no guys allowed," she said, "we're going over to
Dancetabulous and do some major league damage tonight."
    "That right," Karen laughed, "tonight's the night for some wild women
to get out and... PARTY!"
    "Miniskirts only again?" Emily smiled.
    "You got it," Brenda replied and turned to John, "Once a month we go to
this great dance place in our shortest miniskirts, no boyfriends allowed
and flirt with the guys and have a great time. Don't we girls?"
    "That's right," the other chorused.
    "OK, lets do it," he said sounding more confident then he felt.
    After they left he realized he didn't have all that much time and he
didn't have an appropriate outfit. He had never purchased a miniskirt to
wear out dancing!
    He raced over to the clothing store in his leotard workout outfit and
makeup. Besides, he said to himself in the car, it will be a lot easier to
try on a skirt if I look like a woman.
    In the store he was checking the skirts when he saw the salesclerk
looking at him with a puzzled expression on her face. With a start he
realized it was the same one that had helped him the first day when he
looked like a man. He hoped she didn't recognize him as he hurriedly
grabbed several skirts and headed for the changing room.
    He ended up selecting a short flaring one. He didn't like the idea of
it flaring out because if he spun around very fast it flared up showing his
panties, but it flared in front and would hide his bulge. So he opted for
that.
    Coming out with the skirt, the salesclerk was nowhere to be found as he
looked for an appropriate top. Since the skirt would cover the bulge of his
cock he felt safe in a tight knit top. Nobody wore a big oversize top with
a miniskirt anyway, he realized.
    As he made his way to the register he saw the salesclerk working it.
She looked up at him and smiled, and he couldn't tell if she remembered him
or not. He paid for his outfit and as he turned away he heard her say,
"remember, no boxers with that skirt."
    He stopped dead, trying to think of something to say as he felt his
face grow bright red. But she smiled at him and said, "see you around
sometime," and  turned to help the next customer.
    Looking at the time he realized he had spent a lot more time trying to
decide then he thought. Racing home, he took a quick shower and put on his
outfit. Rushing, he put on a pair of thong panties, he had several of them
now and loved the feel of the satin sliding in his ass crack, even wearing
them under his normal male clothes. He slid on the skirt, his bra and the
new top. It fit nicely and looked quite good over the bra. But he didn't
have time to check himself out, realizing he was late he hurriedly put his
makeup on and raced out the door.
    It wasn't until he pulled up at the parking lot that he remembered he
had forgot to jack off. He had gotten used to two or three times a day and
his dick was bulging and barely contained in his panties. He thought
briefly of doing it right there in the car before anyone saw him, but then
he saw his three friends coming over and gave the idea up. I'll do it when
I get home, he thought as he got out of the car. Glancing down he was
relieved that the flair of the skirt hid his problem.
    "Hi, ready to go in?" Emily asked as she flounced up. She was wearing a
short micromini skirt with semi-transparent top and seethrough lacy bra.
His heart pounded and his cock throbbed at the mere sight of her. The
others were similarly dressed.
    "Yea, lets go," he said, getting out of the car and making sure
everything was in place.
    The four went arm in arm into the dance hall.
    
    "You need to loosen up," Brenda shouted at him over the din, "here have
another drink."
    He was sitting on a stool, trying not to do anything foolish as the
realization of what he was doing sunk in. He was dressed like a woman with
panties, a bra and dress on in a dance hall. How had it ever come to this,
he wondered, suddenly depressed. Then he looked over at Emily, saw her eyes
shining and her face laughing and realized he would do anything for her.
    The thought surprised him, but he realized it was true, he wasn't sure
he was madly in love with her, the way they are in books and movies, but he
knew he would do most anything to keep her friendship. 
    And he told himself, mentally squaring his shoulders, if that means
dressing like a woman, so be it, it's a small price to pay for someone like
that.
    With that he brightened up, tossed back his drink in one long swallow
and allowed himself to be led out onto the dance floor by the first guy
that grabbed him.
    The guy was a big guy but not fat or ugly, he seemed decent enough and
it was a fast dance so they stayed apart, stepping and moving. John had
relaxed and started to enjoy himself when the music changed to a slow
dance. Before he knew what to do, the guy had grabbed his arms and pulled
him close. Wrapping his big arms around him they started the slow step.
    John panicked, what do I do now? he thought. He tried to pull away but
the big guy just tightened up. 
    As they slowly circled, he tried to not trip and figure a way out.
After a minute had passed he began to relax, nothing was happening, the guy
would never know and once the dance was over he planned to go back to the
stool.
    But the guy must have sensed his relaxing because his hands slid down
Johns back towards his butt. John didn't know what to do, he had no
experience with this and while he tried wildly to think of something, the
hands interpreting his lack of movement as acceptance and went down to cup
his butt cheeks.
    But they didn't stop there, John felt the hands slide under his skirt
and then his naked cheeks were being massaged by the guys hands. Now John
could feel the guys erection against his stomach. He prayed for the song to
end so he could get out of there.
    But one finger lifted aside his thong and played with his anus, the
other slid around and before he could do anything, slid across the front of
his panties.
    "What the hell?" the guy jerked back and stopped dancing.
    "You're a guy! Hey everyone..." he said, stepping back, his voice
rising.
    John had an instants glimpse of Emily looking his direction, a flash of
what would happen if he were found out. His whole world would come crashing
down on him. He would lose Emily, disgraced, banned from the club, laughed
at by all. He would lose Emily. It was this last that galvanized him.
    He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around the guy. Looking up into
his surprised face, John said, "please don't tell."
    "Why the hell shouldn't I? Little perverts like you shouldn't be
allowed in here," he said raising his voice again.
    "Please, I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell."
    The guy looked down at him, "anything?"
    John looked at Emily and took a deep breath, "anything."
    
    End of Part 1