From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: TG: "A TG Christmas" (Chem Surg Trans)
Date: Tue, 13 DEC 94 20:57:47 -0500

 
                     THE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS
                               by
                           Ruth White
               with apologies to William S. Porter
 
                            CHAPTER 1
 
     Ray Hirsch sat at a desk filling out form after form. It was
amazing, the information that an employer required before you could
start working at a new job: health insurance forms, Social
Security, etc., and etc. He was now filling out a questionnaire on
his background which would be used to conduct a security
investigation, since his work might involve working on classified
government projects. He stopped for a minute at the question: List
any aliases you have used.
 
     "I wonder if I should put down Rachel?" he thought.
 
     Ray quickly dismissed the idea. No one could possibly know
about her; Rachel was his little secret and she would stay that
way. Among his many other accomplishments, Ray was quite the
practiced transvestite and Rachel was his sobriquet when dressed.
He found himself wishing he could dress up tonight, but all of his
things were packed away on a moving van that was probably passing
through Omaha, while he was staying in a motel here in San Jose. He
told himself that he would have a place soon enough and then he
could be Rachel every night and on weekends if he wanted. He turned
in the stack of forms.
 
                             ******
 
     Mike Murphy took the forms from his latest acquisition. Mike
was a headhunter for MTC Corp., one of the foremost software
publishers in America, and there was sure to be a bonus for him for
signing up Ray Hirsch. The kid wasn't much to look at; about 5'6"
and real skinny, with rather long and unkempt brown hair, glasses,
dressed in running shoes, a tee-shirt, and jeans, but he had the
potential to be one of the best software engineers going. Ray was
24, but he didn't look old enough to buy a beer.
 
     Mike didn't feel bad at all about taking advantage of Ray's
situation to lure him out west. Ray was from Massachusetts and if
nothing had happened he would probably never have left there.
Educated at MIT, he lived at home with his parents while working
for a little known firm outside Boston. Little known that is until
a data base system Ray had developed for them became a best-seller
and the industry standard. Ray had felt no need to change
employment and stayed with his old firm, but at a much higher rate
of pay.
 
     What had changed everything was the death of his parents in a
car accident. When he had heard of it, Mike immediately started
courting Ray, thinking correctly that he might like to get away
from New England and all the memories that it held for him. Ray was
financially well off; what with the insurance settlement, selling
his parents house, and his savings from his salary and bonuses, so
Mike had avoided talking financial incentives and instead
emphasized the reputation of the staff and facilities at MTC. The
result was sitting in front of him.
 
     "Welcome to MTC Ray, I'm sure you'll be happy here. Why don't
you get settled and report in next Monday."
 
     "Thanks Mike, but I'm staying in a motel and don't know anyone
here. If it's possible I'd like to see where I'll be working and
get acquainted with my new co-workers."
 
     "Sure thing," said Mike while thinking, "what a find;
brilliant and a workaholic to boot."
 
                            CHAPTER 2
 
     Ray was finding his way around the work station they'd given
him when someone walked into his cubicle.
 
     "Hi, you must be the fresh meat. I'm Jack Doyle, welcome."
 
     Ray shook hands and checked out his greeter. Jack was slightly
taller, by about 2 inches, but except for that and his blonde hair
they could have been related. They were, but only by membership in
that fraternity of what is sometimes called 'computer geeks'.
Perhaps that was why they felt an immediate affinity for each
other, or maybe there was something else.
 
     Ray and Jack talked, discovering how much they had in common.
When Jack found out that Ray was staying in a motel, he insisted
that Ray move in with him until he could find a place of his own.
Ray didn't need much persuading and soon they were unloading his
stuff into Jack's secluded three bedroom house. Ray was surprised
at how neat the house was, for a bachelor.
 
     "I forgot to ask. Do you live here by yourself?"
 
     "Right now I do. My sister Janice lived here with me for
awhile after our parents died. She just moved to LA for a job, but
I let her keep some of her stuff here in her old room."
 
     That explained to Ray the neatness. A woman's touch always
shows through. One of his favorite pastimes was to get dressed up
and keep house. Ray loved to clean, cook, and do laundry as Rachel.
His mother had found his dressing up cute and encouraged him at it,
teaching him the housekeeping skills most men never learn, all the
while hiding Rachel from his father. Ray missed his mom and he
missed Rachel. He couldn't wait to get his own place.
 
     Jack showed Ray the room and bath he'd be using and Ray
quickly settled in. That evening, Jack invited Ray to go out with
him to make the rounds of the bars and meet some people. Ray
declined, saying he was too tired from his flight and first day at
MTC, but would gladly take him up on the invitation some other
night.
 
     Alone in the house, Ray inspected his new surroundings. In the
den he turned on the TV, then turned it off when he found nothing
interesting. On the coffee table was the latest 'Cosmopolitan'. Ray
picked it up and looked at it; the mailing label said Janice Doyle.
 
     "She mustn't have changed her address yet," thought Ray.
 
     He thumbed through the magazine. Then he remembered Jack
saying that she'd left some stuff in the other bedroom. Ray knew
that he shouldn't, that he would be betraying a confidence, but
what the hell, it wouldn't hurt anyone. So he decided to sneak a
peek in her room.
 
     Ray opened the door to Janice's room and turned on the light.
It was a vision of feminine delight. Decorated in pastels with lace
everywhere, it looked as if she'd just left that morning. Ray
walked past the bed, covered with a satin quilt, looked at the
dressing table, and opened the closet. There were only a few
dresses hanging in it, but they were all very stylish and feminine
and Ray felt envy and desire rise within himself. There were
several pairs of shoes on the closet floor; all of them high heels.
 
     "It looks as though she took her work and casual clothes with
her and left the dressy stuff here," thought Ray.
 
     He took down a dress of black crepe and held it up against
himself. It was a size 11 and looked as though it would fit him
perfectly. He overcame that thought and quickly rehung it in the
closet. He opened the other door. It led to a bathroom, looking in
Ray saw that it connected to Jack's room, thinking it odd that
brother and sister would share a bath. On his way out he stopped to
open a drawer in the dresser. It was filled with neatly folded
lingerie in all the colors of the spectrum, made of satin, lace,
and nylon. He fingered a pair of satin panties.
 
     "I wonder if she'd miss one pair?" he mused.
 
     He quickly gave up on the idea, shut the drawer, turned out
the light, and left; determined to get his own place and start
dressing up again as soon as possible.
 
     The next day Jack dropped off Ray at a car rental agency on
his way to work. Jack had convinced him that, being in California
now he needed a car and should rent one, until he decided on which
model to buy, instead of relying on public transportation. Ray took
off in the rental car and went house hunting.
 
     Ray arrived home in the early afternoon. He'd found a couple
of places that looked promising, but he wanted Jack's advice on the
neighborhoods and traffic, as well as if he would be better off
buying or renting. Driving up, Ray noticed that the flag was up on
the mailbox. Jack wouldn't be home for hours and Ray thought he'd
do him a favor and bring the mail in. Something in the pile of
letters caught his eye; an envelope in an odd shade of green. He'd
seen that odd colored envelope before. Ray pulled it out of the
pile and was shocked to see the return address: Empathy Press,
Seattle. Being a long-time fan of TV fiction, he was only too
familiar with what they sold. The envelope was addressed to John
Doyle.
 
     "Holy cow!," he thought.
 
     "Is Jack a crossdresser?"
 
     Then a lot of what had seemed to be merely coincidence fell
into place. Ray dropped the pile of letters on the hall table and
went up to Janice's room. He went through the dresser and in the
bottom drawer found what he had thought might be there; falsies.
Not your everyday falsies though, rather they were custom made
breast prothesis. Looking through the lingerie drawer, Ray found
what he recognized as a cache-sex; he used one himself to compress
and hide his genitals when dressed. He also saw some really stiff
boned corsets that you couldn't expect to find in a young ladies
wardrobe in this day and age. These things didn't convince Ray
beyond a shadow of a doubt. What did were the hat boxes in the
closet. There were lots of them, but they didn't hold any hats.
Rather they held an array of dressed wigs on stands in various
shades of blonde.
 
     "Well I'll be damned, Jack is a TV. No wonder we hit it off so
well. There is no sister, Janice is to him what Rachel is to me."
Ray said to himself.
 
     Ray wanted to let Jack know that he was also a TV, but
couldn't think of a discreet way to do it. Finally he decided that
the only way to do it was to be up front and forthright about it.
 
     That evening Jack stayed home and was reading in the den, when
Ray decided to broach the subject.
 
     "Have you got a minute Jack?"
 
     "Yeah sure. What's on your mind?"
 
     "Well, I wanted to ask your advice on houses, but something
else has turned up that I wanted to talk to you about."
 
     "What's that?"
     "I hope you won't be upset with me. I have never shared this
with anyone but my mother, but I think you can understand. I am a
crossdresser."
 
     Jack didn't say a word, but by the way he blushed Ray could
tell that he'd hit a nerve.
 
     "What do you mean, you think I'd understand?"
 
     "I saw the letter you received from Empathy Press. I've read
their books for years and thought you might be a crossdresser
also."
 
     Jack sputtered " ... er ... I don't ... ."
 
     "Don't worry Jack. Let's drop it and I'll forget all about
it."
 
     Jack got his voice back. "No, let's talk Ray. Yes I'm a TV,
but I've never shared it with anyone and you kind of caught me by
surprise."
 
     The boys continued talking long into the night. Ray discovered
that his suspicions were correct; there was no sister Janice, just
Jack. After a long talk, they decided they could trust one another
and at Jack's invitation, Ray decided to move in and share the
house with him.
 
                            CHAPTER 3
 
     Ray moved in and bought a car. Eventually his belongings
arrived and he settled in. Things were going great at work, the
only problem was that each seemed reluctant to appear before the
other 'en femme'. One evening they were talking when the discussion
turned to dressing up. Ray learned that Jack had never gone out
dressed.
 
     "You're kidding me, surely you can pass."
 
     "I'm not so sure, and even if I could, where would I go?"
 
     "Out for a drive, a walk, shopping, or to a bar."
 
     "Look I'm not gay so I wouldn't go to a gay bar and I wouldn't
know how to handle it if some guy tried to pick me up in a straight
bar."
 
     "I'm not gay either, but going out dressed as a woman and
passing in public can be the biggest thrill of all. You simply must
try it."
 
     "I don't know Ray, what if someone recognized me?"
 
     "Come on. Don't give me any lame excuses. I'll show you how
easy it is. You take me out as Rachel, see how easy it is, then
I'll take you out as Janice. That is if you're not too much of a
wimp."
 
     "I'm no wimp, you're on."
 
     Ray took off from work at noon that Friday to prepare for his
'date' with Jack. Soaking in a tub full of bubble bath, Ray shaved
his body clean of the hair which had regrown since his last
appearance as Rachel. He dried off, rubbed himself down with
lotion, put on a robe, and went to his room. There he applied long
false fingernails and painted them bright red. Then it was time to
dress.
 
     Ray carefully pushed his balls and cock up inside himself and
put on a tight cache-sex to hold them there. He had to do this
first because if he didn't and then got turned on, as he always did
when dressing, he'd never get them hidden away. Ray got out what he
called his 'boobies'. These were a pair of silicon and latex
falsies that looked, felt, and bounced like the real thing. He
smeared surgical adhesive on them, laid down on the bed, and
positioned them properly. In several minutes they were set and
would remain there until he applied the solvent. By dint of much
effort, Ray was able to get a tight waist-cinch on and buckled. He
could hardly breath. Padded panties followed to give him the hips
and ass he lacked. Looking in the mirror, Ray saw that his skinny
male body now sported a voluptuously feminine outline.
 
     Ray put on a bra and panty set of white satin and lace. Sheer,
smoke colored panty-hose sheathed his hairless legs. A slip which
matched the rest of his lingerie flowed over every contour of his
new curves. Deciding to not be too extreme, Ray stepped into a
clingy red knit dress, pulled it on, and zipped it up. He buckled
on a wide black patent leather belt, which served to emphasize his
nipped in waist, and stepped into some black patent high-heeled
pumps. A ladies watch went on his wrist and gold hoop earrings went
into his pierced ears.
 
     "Holy smoke!" said Ray to himself. He'd gotten into the
dressing so much that he hadn't thought about make-up. He put a
towel over his shoulders to cover his dress and quickly spread on
the foundation, applied mascara, eye-liner, and eye-shadow. Powder
and blush were put on and he was outlining his lips in a bright red
which matched his nails when he heard Jack come in.
 
     "Rachel?"
 
     They had agreed that they would always use a girls name
whenever one of them was dressed.
 
     "I'm still getting ready Jack. I'll be out in a minute."
 
     Ray quickly colored in his lips and sprayed on some expensive
perfume. He got out a black leather purse and into it he put
lipstick, a powder compact, and an atomizer filled with perfume.
Taking a ladies billfold from the purse, he transferred to it, from
his wallet, all his credit cards and identification.
 
     "What else?" he thought.
 
     He answered himself by putting on a thick gold link necklace
and getting out a ring. It wasn't just any ring; it had been a gift
from his mother and he treasured it. It was a class ring from MIT
but in a girls style, set with his birthstone, and engraved "to
Rachel, love Mom." He slipped it on his right ring finger and was
dressed.
 
     One more thing remained. Ray shook out a long brunette wig,
pulled it over his head, tucked his own hair up under the cap,
secured it with bobby pins, and brushed it out so that curls
tumbled over his shoulders and down his back. Ray tossed the brush
into his purse and grabbed what for him was an indispensable item;
glasses in a fashionable women's style. He'd be blind without them
or contacts. He went out to meet Jack.
 
     Jack was dumbfounded. He stared at the girl who walked into
the den. It wasn't that she was beautiful, although she was, but
rather that she revealed absolutely no hint as to her true
identity. From the long curly hair down to the tips of his high
heels, Ray appeared totally feminine and entirely at ease.
 
     "Ray, is that really you?"
 
     "Yes Jack, but please, call me Rachel."
 
     "Sure thing Rachel. Wow, you even talk like girl. How were you
able to learn how to do that?"
 
     "It's not hard, it just takes lots of practice."
 
     They talked for a while and then left, looking for all the
world like a young couple out on a date. In the driveway, Ray
waited for Jack to get the car door for him.
 
     "Sorry Rachel, I forgot my manners there for a minute." Jack
said as he rushed around to open the door.
 
     "Don't worry about it, but you should be careful to always
think of me, and treat me, as Rachel and not your roommate Ray. I
also should let you know that, before you go out, you'd better
practice getting in and out of a car in a dress. It's not as easy
as it looks."
 
     And so Jack and Ray departed for their first evening out. It
wasn't very memorable. Ray got asked for proof of age, which
naturally he didn't dare provide, at several nightclubs before they
found one that they could get into. They sipped their drinks,
talked, and at Ray's instigation, and with great reluctance on
Jack's part, they danced to some disco numbers. They didn't stay
out late, but returned home rather early.
 
     "See how easy that was?" Asked Ray after he had returned to a
masculine visage.
 
     "Sure, but you've had lots of practice."
 
 
     "Not that much, and remember; I had to start somewhere. So
when do I get to take Janice out?"
 
     "I don't know. We'll see."
 
     A couple of weeks went by with Jack showing no inclination to
uphold his end of the deal. Finally, Ray pressed the issue.
 
     "Jack, it's Friday and we are going out tonight. By we I mean
Janice and me. That is if not you're a total wimp."
 
     "OK, OK I'll do it."
 
     Ray arrived home about six, wondering what he would find
there. Jack was still in his room getting ready so Ray went in and
put on a jacket and tie. He had decided to go all out and make sure
that Jack enjoyed his first public appearance as Janice.
 
     Ray was sitting in the den when he heard steps on the stairs.
He looked up to see Jack enter and could tell immediately that Jack
was scared and very tense.
 
     "Why Janice, how nice you look tonight," said Ray.
 
     "Do you really think so?"
 
     "Oh yes." And he meant it.
 
     Jack had on the black crepe cocktail dress that Ray had seen
in the closet on his first night in the house and it fell to just
above his knees. He wore a long curly blonde wig and while his make
up was perhaps a trifle heavy, and he didn't use as much padding as
Ray, the overall effect was quite pleasing. Ray decided that Jack's
best feature was his legs. They were long and quite shapely, giving
Jack a coltish look. Jack clutched a small black bag nervously in
fingers tipped with long red nails. Ray looked him over and noticed
that something was missing.
 
     "Do you have any jewelry to put on Janice?"
 
     "No. I never thought about that."
 
     "Well every girl wears some, no matter how small. Let's see if
I have some you can borrow."
 
     Jack followed Ray to his room with jittery steps, unaccustomed
as he was to the high heels he had on. He was intensely aware of
his legs; shaven and on display in sheer black hosiery.
 
     "I don't have all that much myself, but these should go well
with your black dress."
 
     Ray handed Jack a silver necklace and bracelet which he put
on.
 
     "Here put these earrings on."
 
     Ray handed Jack some silver hoops.
 
     "Ray my ears aren't pierced."
 
     "What? Every girl has pierced ears these days. We'll just have
to get that taken care of, but for now here's a pair with clips.
While we're at it let's get some scent on you. I see you've got a
lot to learn about going out as a girl."
 
     "That's what I tried to tell you."
 
     Ray held the door open for Jack as he entered the car. He
didn't show too much thigh and it was obvious he'd been practicing.
 
     "Where are we going Ray?"
 
     "Just relax Janice."
 
     "I'd like to but I'm terrified."
 
     "I understand how you feel, but take my word for it, you look
great. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
 
     The boys arrived at their destination; a rather exclusive
restaurant.
 
     "I can't go in there." Whined Jack.
 
     "Don't worry. Just let me do all the talking."
 
     Ray noticed heads turn as they entered. Jack was several
inches taller than Ray in his heels, and no doubt some of the
onlookers were wondering what such a babe was doing with a nerd.
Which was precisely why Ray had avoided the club scene.
 
     Ray noticed that Jack neglected to smooth his skirt under him
as a girl would when he sat down.
 
     "He does need some work on the fine points," Ray thought.
 
     Ray ordered wine which they sipped, helping Jack to relax a
little. Ray then ordered dinner for the both of them, after which
Jack felt somewhat more composed. That is, until Ray asked him to
dance to the music of a small combo which had started playing.
 
     "I don't know how to dance."
 
     "That's good, it will be easier for you to follow my lead
instead of trying to lead yourself."
 
     "I don't want to dance."
 
     "I think you're afraid."
 
     After some discussion, Ray found himself with Jack in his
arms, guiding him around the dance floor. When it was over Ray
thanked him for the dance.
 
     "Can we get out of here now?"
 
     "Sure."
 
     During the ride home Jack was elated, barely believing that he
had been able to pass successfully in public.
 
     It was a while before Janice was out in public again. In the
meantime, under Ray's tutelage, Jack practiced speaking like a
woman and perfecting the persona of Janice. He made noticeable
progress and to celebrate, Ray took Jack to get his ears pierced
and bought him a pair of gold hoops as a present. As Jack grew more
experienced in passing and gained confidence in himself, the only
disagreement the boys had was about who got to dress up; they each
wanted to don their finery and go out as girl. They eventually
agreed to take turns escorting the other on alternate Fridays.
 
     It also wasn't long before Rachel met Janice; Ray dressed up
one Saturday to do housework and Jack decided to join him. Thus
began what would become a kind of routine; one of them would dress
up Friday and be escorted out on the town by the other. The next
day the escort would join the other as a girl and there they would
stay for the weekend.
 
     Something else was happening to the boys relationship with
each other. They were comfortable with, and trusted each other more
than they ever had anyone before, except for Ray and his mother.
The complexity arose because not only did Ray and Jack feel that
way about each other, but Janice and Ray did, Rachel and Jack did,
and Rachel and Janice did. You don't have to be a brilliant to see
the potential complications in this relationship.
 
                            CHAPTER 4
 
     Just as Jack and Ray were progressing in crossdressing they
were also taking great strides at work. They became a team, much
like they were at home, and the results for MTC were nothing short
of amazing. New software applications, developed mostly by Jack and
Ray, practically flew off of dealers shelves. The boys were
showered with money and treated like royalty. They sensed that they
could get away with anything and, naturally, they started getting
outrageous. It started with Jack wearing his diamond studs to work
and daring Ray to top that. Ray did and their competition escalated
from there.
 
     One day before work Jack came down to breakfast.
 
 
     "Guess what Ray?"
 
     "What?"
 
     "I'm going to work dressed completely in girls clothing
today."
 
     "Oh yeah. Just what are you going to wear?"
 
     "What I have on."
 
     "What?"
 
     Ray looked closely at Jack. Sure enough the shirt buttoned up
the wrong side and an examination revealed that the trousers were
misses, even though cut in a masculine style.
 
     "These are women's loafers and it looks like I'm not wearing
any socks, but actually I have on sheer nude panty-hose," boasted
Jack, "and underneath it all I have on the most delicious teddy."
 
     "So?"
 
     "So how you gonna top this Ray?"
 
     It took Ray awhile to figure out how to pull it off. One
Friday he asked Jack to meet him in the employee cafeteria for
lunch as he had something important he wanted to discuss with him.
Jack complained about the quality of the food, but nevertheless
agreed to be there. Imagine his surprise when in walked Rachel,
looking very much the businesswoman in a smartly tailored suit.
 
     Ray walked over, with his red lips in a big smile, and greeted
Jack. Jack was flabbergasted.
 
     "Just what do you think you're doing?" He hissed under his
breath.
 
     "Eating lunch. What else would I be doing here?"
 
     "But ... what if someone sees you?"
 
     "Plenty of people have already seen me. Relax no one will ever
know. I've got this visitors pass." He pointed a long red
fingernail to the badge clipped to his blouse. "I liberated it a
couple of weeks ago. After lunch I'll walk out of here, turn in it.
I'll bet you that the guards are looking at me and not the badge.
By the time they figure out something is fishy, if they ever do,
this girl will be long gone."
 
     "Wow."
 
     "Yes indeed. You had better start thinking hard about how
you're gonna top this."
 
     "Is that why you wanted me to meet you here, to tell me this?"
 
     "Partially. You know, we are a pretty good team; as software
engineers I mean. How would you feel about going into business for
ourselves?"
 
     "What do you mean?"
 
     "I mean we could work for ourselves, at home if we like. We
write our applications and hire someone to market them for us."
 
     "Can we do that?"
 
     "Sure we can. In fact, I have been approached by a firm that
would like to do just that, it would also give me the opportunity
to do something I've been thinking about for awhile."
 
     "What's that?"
 
     "I'll tell you later."
 
     "Say Rachel, you'd better go home and change, or have you
forgotten that it's Janice's turn out tonight."
 
     "No I haven't forgotten, but I have decided that tonight is
going to be girl's night out; Rachel is going to take Janice out."
 
     "What? But what if you get pulled over or something?"
 
     "So what? Just be ready by seven."
 
     At seven-thirty that evening Ray's car was headed north on
101. The boys both wore stylish cocktail dresses.
 
     "So where are we headed Rachel?" asked Jack.
 
     "I thought we'd go bar hopping in San Francisco and try and
pick up some guys."
 
     "WHAT! Are you crazy?"
 
     "Relax. I was only kidding. Actually we are going to San
Francisco, but for a meeting of crossdressers"
     "What?"
 
     "Don't worry, it's a group called ETVC and I've been to their
meetings a couple of times already. It'll be fun and you'll meet
lots of interesting people."
 
     Jack rode on in silence until he remembered what Ray had told
him at lunch. "By the way Rachel. What is this big secret you were
going to tell me about?"
 
     "Well. I was thinking. Isn't dressing up the greatest thrill,
and don't you treasure every minute you get to spend as Janice?"
 
     "Yeah. I guess so."
 
     "Well the longest I've ever gotten to spend as Rachel was a
long weekend. If I can work at home I may do it as Rachel, at least
some of the time. Do you think you'd like to join me?"
 
     "Gee ... I uh don't know for sure."
 
     "Well, think about it."
 
     "I will."
 
     The boys went on to their meeting and it was a great success.
They enjoyed themselves and were pleased to meet with many of the
other crossdressers, including many professional people. They were
especially taken with a beautiful blonde, who called herself Sally
and told them that he was an M.D. in the real world. Jack and Ray
each left with their handbags full of business cards.
 
                            CHAPTER 5
 
     Jack and Ray left MTC and formed their own company, but things
didn't turn out exactly as Ray had planned. The boys spent so much
of their time on projects that Rachel and Janice were consigned to
the closet. The dedication paid off in the long run. Ray produced
a word processing program that was revolutionary; he named it
'Flawless' because that's the kind of document it turned out. You
didn't have to know what you were doing, it practically wrote
everything for you. Jack meanwhile had developed a spreadsheet that
any idiot could use. These products were the subject of a visit by
the lawyers for their marketers.
 
     "Here is the deal gentlemen. My principals have instructed me
to offer you the sum of 2.5 million dollars for all rights to the
aforementioned programs."
 
     Jack and Ray looked at each other astonished.
 
     "If this sum seems excessive it is because the contract
contains an agreement not to complete. The persons tendering this
offer believe that they can corner the market with your programs.
The only thing they are afraid of is that a year or two down the
line you guys come out with something better. Accordingly you agree
not to participate in any software development for a period of six
years after the signing of the contract. What do you think?"
 
     Ray looked at Jack, who grinned, then turned to the lawyer.
 
     "Where do we sign?"
 
 
     When the lawyers had departed Jack asked Ray; "so what do we
do now?"
 
     "We celebrate."
 
     "That's cool, lets go."
 
     "Not so fast dude. We really have neglected Janice and Rachel
shamefully. I've been so busy that I haven't shaved my legs in
months. Why don't we let the girls go out and celebrate."
 
     "Yeah, great idea. Let's go get dressed."
 
     "Hey not so fast, it's only lunchtime. Let's do this right.
Remember, we're rich now."
 
     "So what do we do?"
 
     "First thing, we hire a limo for the evening."
 
     "Wow!"
 
     "Then we go shopping for some evening gowns."
 
     "Yeah, right on."
 
     "Then we get dressed."
 
     Many men looked with longing at the two young women who passed
through the best restaurant and the top bars in San Francisco that
evening obviously celebrating. They were sexy, dressed to the
nines, and obviously loaded, with money as well as booze.
 
     Early the next morning they were riding back to San Jose in
the limo with the drivers screen up. At Jack's suggestion they were
drinking champagne out of their high heels. They'd already had a
lot to drink.
 
     "Here's to ush," said Ray lifting a sequined pump to his lips.
He swallowed, but more of the bubbly ran out the sides of his mouth
than down his throat."
 
     "Shit, my new dresh <hic>. I paid four thousand dollars for
thish dresh. Ish by a famoush designer. I don't remember who zackly
but he's famoush."
 
     "I love thish," said Jack, "I love being Janish and I love you
Rachel. Les be them for awhile."
 
     "<Hic> I loves you too Janish." Ray said as he leaned over and
kissed Jack on the lips. "Les do keep the girls around."
 
     Neither of them thought the kiss out of line. In fact, they
didn't even remember it.
 
     Ray woke up the next morning with the worst hangover of his
life. He and Jack had drunk some more after they got home and it
looked as though he had barely made it to bed. Looking at his
pillows he knew he hadn't removed his makeup before he crashed. His
wig had been thrown on the bureau, and his expensive new dress was
in a pile on the floor along with his hose; he'd slept in his
lingerie. He wondered where the new shoes he'd bought were, until
he remembered drinking champagne out of them the night before.
 
     Ray got up and took off his bra, panties, padded panties, and
gaff. The adhesive holding his boobies on was good for days so he
left them on while he showered. Afterwards he decided to remain as
he was and put on panties, a negligee, and a robe and went down to
get something to eat. He was munching on toast and drinking coffee
when Jack came down. Jack had removed all traces of Janice and was
wearing an old bathrobe.
 
     "Wow dude! That was some night." Jack said.
 
     "You're not kidding. I don't think I can handle one of those
more than once a year."
 
     "So who are you this morning; Rachel or Ray? You look like
half and half."
 
     "I'm not sure yet. Let me get over this hangover and I'll let
you know."
 
     Jack and Ray started rearranging their affairs, in this they
were guided by some of the people they met in the TV club they
belonged to. A lawyer and a banker helped them set up their
investments, then arranged it so that Jack and Ray could access
their money as Janice and Rachel and even got them credit cards in
those names. Jack and Ray also started seeing Sally, or Walter as
he was known as a man, for their medical needs.
 
     One night Ray was driving himself and Jack home from their TV
clubs annual dinner.
 
     "Don't let that award go to your head Janice. You've still got
a ways to go before you can compete on my level."
 
     Jack had won an award as most improved TV while Ray had taken
first place in the evening gown event.
 
     "You're just lucky I didn't enter the evening gown
competition."
 
     "Oh yeah. Don't get too uppity. Remember, I taught you
everything you know."
 
     "That may have been the case, but these days I can pass as
well if not better than you."
 
     "In your wet dreams you can!"
 
     "I can see we're gonna have to settle this."
 
     "Definitely. Got any suggestions."
 
     "No, but I'm thinking on it."
 
     The next day Jack presented his challenge.
 
     "You once said that you wanted to live as Rachel for awhile.
So here's the wager. We each live as a girl for one year. Whoever
give up before then looses. If we both make it then we let the
members of the club decide which one of us is more convincing as a
woman, and the majority decision will be binding."
 
     "Sounds good to me, but what will we bet?"
 
     "That's the fun part. We're living off the interest on our
money now and I guess that works out to a little over $100,000 a
year right?"
 
     "I guess."
 
     "O.K. The loser has to turn over his income for one year to
the winner."
 
     "That's a pretty big hunk of change."
 
     "And that's not all. The loser has to work for the winner as
a servant for the following year."
 
     "What do you mean."
 
     "I mean personal maid."
 
     "I think you've been reading too many of those TV Queens
Fiction Digests."
 
     "Maybe, but you have to admit, it's an interesting challenge."
 
     "Yes it is. I can see you now in a maid's uniform, tottering
about on six inch heels, serving my guests while I act as hostess
for the club."
 
     "You seem pretty sure of yourself."
 
     "You're damn right I am. Let's formalize this bet in front of
witnesses and make it official."
 
     In due time the formalities were taken care of and Jack and
Ray embarked on their year in dresses, well two years for one of
them.
 
     One morning Jack came down to breakfast in a robe and Ray
could see that something was different. Then he realized that Jack
didn't have his falsies on.
 
     "What's the matter Jack? You giving up so soon?"
 
     "I thought you'd say something like that," replied Jack, "and
I want you to know that nothing could be further from the truth."
 
     Jack opened his robe.
 
     "Take a look. I've been taking hormones and thought I'd
surprise you when I win our bet by having real breasts, but they
were getting too big with the falsies over them."
 
     Ray stared at Jack's chest. Sure enough, there was some
development there; the nipples were bigger and the aureoles had
expanded and were swelling out. Ray asked him, "Where did you get
hormones from?"
 
     "Well Sally told me she was taking them and recommended it, so
I got her to set me up."
 
     Later on, Ray thought about Jack and the hormones. He stood to
lose a significant amount of money, not to mention being Jack's
maid for a year. He called up Sally and made an appointment to see
her as Walter, on business.
 
     Jack sat on the edge of an examining table as Walter explained
his options to him.
 
     "Sure you could go on hormones, but let me tell you it takes
a long time before you see any changes and by the time you do, Jack
will be way out in front, if you'll excuse the pun. No, for you we
need something better, something dramatic ...  I know, I have just
the thing for you, implants."
 
     "I don't want my chest pumped up with silicon." Said Ray.
 
     "Silicon? That was the dark ages. Let me show you what we can
do. We implant a little pouch under each breast. This is done under
the arm and it is empty at that time so it leaves no scar. It
settles in and then it has we fill the individual cells in it with
saline solution. It's comfortable, the size increases as fast or as
slow as you want, and you get as big as you want. We control which
cells fill and create a perfectly normal appearing breast. If you
also take hormones, as I recommend, to make your skin soft, we can
remove some of the saline solution to keep the breast size constant
so you don't become a 'tit queen'. When you've had enough of living
as a woman it's a simple matter to empty the sacks out and remove
them."
 
     "Wow. I can do all that and it's not permanent."
 
     "That's right."
 
     "O.K. let's do it."
 
     "Well let's talk about something else first Rachel. I think
you're very sweet, so I want to help you win your little contest.
I believe you should also have some cosmetic liposuction done."
 
     "Some what."
 
     "Liposuction. That's what they call it when they remove fat
from under the skin. It was developed as a way for grossly obese
persons to lose some weight quickly, but now is used to give a
person whatever shape they want."
 
     "Yeah, but then I'm stuck like that right?"
 
     "Wrong. You diet, exercise, and take hormones to keep the
shape, but when you've had enough, stop the hormones, eat a lot and
work out and your body will return to a male form."
 
     "Just how good is this process."
 
     "Well from some of the cases I've seen firsthand; they could
make Bo Jackson look like Whitney Houston."
 
     "Really?"
 
     "Yeah!"
 
     "Where do I sign up?"
 
     "Let's see. How about in two weeks?"
 
     "Great. I'm there."
 
     "Why don't you let me start you on hormones today?"
 
     "Sure. why not?"
 
     Ray, on his stomach on the examining table, felt the needle
enter his left buttock. He was on his way. "Let's see Jack top
this", he thought.
     Ray returned home with his newfound curves. A little sore, but
none the worse for wear and tear. He didn't see any change in his
breasts, but what a waistline!
 
     After the implants had settled in and stopped itching he
returned to Walter who started the slow process of filling them up.
It wasn't long before Ray discarded his falsies too. Naturally when
Jack saw the changes Ray had wrought to his body he couldn't give
up and not respond in kind. It was like an arms race, or if you
prefer, a boobs race. Jack went to see Sally and it wasn't long
before he was looking like a centerfold also.
 
     Ray noticed that Jack seemed to stand and carry himself
differently. He wondered what was going on, until one night when
both of them were in the den, wearing baby doll nightgowns, and
watching television. Ray noticed that Jack had something on under
his.
 
     "What's that you have on Janice?"
 
     "Just my corset."
 
     "A corset! Why are you wearing a corset now?"
 
     "I always wear a corset Rachel. Even when I'm sleeping."
 
     "Really."
 
     "Yes. It's for figure training."
 
     "I just don't understand it Sally", said Ray. "Janice is
really getting quite a figure. Can wearing a corset all the time do
that?"
 
     "I'm sure it helps, but I know that's not the only thing.
Janice asked me not to tell you, but I feel I must. You know those
sacks in your breasts? Well Janice had me implant a slightly
different variant in her hips and buttocks."
 
     "I guess I had better try them too."
 
     "It wouldn't hurt."
 
     Ray wondered to himself if maybe all of this was getting out
of hand. He was slowly getting used to the corset he wore all the
time now, but it was still a major pain in the ass. Still he had to
admit it did make a difference. He walked straighter and held his
chest out. And what a chest it was!. The tiny nipped in waist only
served to highlight the enlargement of his breasts, hips, and ass.
Even with his increased dimensions Ray noticed that a lot of his
clothes seemed too large. Like Jack he was eating less due to the
constant restriction of the corsets. He was glad he hadn't invested
too much in dresses. He might go down a size before this was over.
 
                            CHAPTER 6
 
     Time passed and as is often the case, too much money and no
work time led to extreme boredom. One afternoon the boys sat by the
pool in bikinis. Although they could have passed on the beach at
this point in their development, they preferred working on their
tans in the privacy of their own yard. Jack picked up the paper he
had put down earlier and idly read through the classified ads.
 
     "Lately I feel like I'm going crazy. You know, what I need is
something to occupy my time; like a job." He said to Ray.
 
     "Ha! What are you gonna do? Get a job as Janice?"
 
     "I bet you I could. I could even write my own reference."
 
     "No way dude! And if you could, I bet you wouldn't be working
very long before they find out you are a guy and fire you."
 
     "I betcha I could last longer working as a girl than you
could."
 
     "Oh yeah?"
 
     "Yeah!"
 
     "You're on."
 
     "Fine. How much?"
 
     "Say ten-thousand?"
 
     "Sure that won't break you?"
 
     "Fuck you. Let's shake on it."
 
     "How about a grand to the first one with a job?"
 
     "Fine with me."
 
     They shook on it and each grabbed part of the classifieds and
started reading.
 
     "Look," said Ray, "here's an ad for a receptionist for a law
firm. It says familiarity with Flawless desired. I wonder what they
would say if they knew that I wrote the program?"
 
     Jack found one that had potential. It said: RETAIL - clothing
& costuming. Self-starting & reliable. Experience not necessary.
Fashion Warehouse 555-1212.
 
     "You know Janice, I don't know the first thing about job
interviewing as a girl."
 
     "Either do I, but I do know that we can't go looking for job
looking like this.
 
     While each of the boys now had a nice feminine cast to their
bodies, their hair had grown in long and thick and was too bulky to
wear a wig with. It just hung there, lifeless in clumps and
tangles.
 
 
     "What we need is a trip to a beauty salon."
 
     "No way Janice. We'd be found out for sure, and we don't know
the first thing about going in one."
 
     "What do you mean we. I think I know how to handle this. I
remember a girlfriend in college who was in the same boat. Just
wear girls jeans and a sweatshirt and we'll head up to Berkeley."
 
                            CHAPTER 7
 
     "Hello girls. May I help you?" Asked the beauty store
operator.
 
     Jack and Ray stood there looking at each other and trying very
hard not to giggle. Ray elbowed Jack whispering, "You got us into
this. Say something."
 
     Jack spoke up. "It's like this ... , you see we ... "
 
     "Let me guess. You're graduating and haven't worried about
your appearance since you entered college, but now you're going job
hunting and need to look your best. Am I right?"
 
     Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "Er ...  exactly. How did you
know?"
 
     "It's not very hard. Every year we get a new crop of you gals.
We're old hands at this. Come on who's gonna be first?"
 
     The boys looked at each other again. Not waiting for an answer
the lady grabbed Jack by the arm. "Sweetie, you've got to get used
to this sometime and now's as good as any."
 
     She handed Ray a book of hairstyles. "You can wait here until
Betsy is ready for you. Meanwhile, look through this and see if
anything strikes your fancy."
 
     Jack and his guide vanished behind a screen into this
unfamiliar domain of women.
 
     The boys put themselves into experienced hands and took the
whole treatment; wash, cut, perm, facial, manicure, make-over. The
beauticians worked their magic and educated them in the use of
cosmetics at the same time.
     Ray stared at his roommate, in awe of the delicately beautiful
girl that Jack had become. They left the salon, each toting the
bagful of cosmetics and hair care products he had purchased. On the
way to the car, Ray wanted to express his feelings, but his
inexperience and shyness around girls showed as he groped for
words. All he could get out was: "You're very pretty."
 
     To which Jack replied. "Thank you Rachel. You don't look so
bad yourself."
 
     It was on to the mall after that, where the boys spent the
afternoon purchasing wardrobes appropriate for young working women.
 
     They were both hired the next day, so by agreement the $10,000
went into the big pot.
 
     Each of the boys discovered his changed reality for himself;
it was one thing to have breasts that could be unglued Sunday
evening before work on Monday, but it was quite another to realize
that come Monday morning you'd better have a clean bra ready to go.
 
     They met for lunch their first day on the job.
 
     "So how's the fashion business Janice?"
 
     "It's great except I'm on my feet all the time and they insist
that I wear high heels as well as fashions from the store, but I
get a super discount. How do you like my this?"
 
     Jack stood up and twirled, showing off the black leather
miniskirt he'd been outfitted in. It seemed to be painted on his
pert little butt.
 
     "I'd never get away with that at the law firm. They're so
stodgy there. It was made clear to me that I had better appear
conservative and feminine at all times. In dresses only, I might
add. Suits are only allowed for women lawyers. Anyway I noticed a
couple of the younger lawyers giving me the eye. The only
difficulty is typing with these long nails. It's one thing I never
had to cope with before now."
 
                            CHAPTER 8
 
     Jack and Ray both excelled in their new occupations. Not only
were they accepted as girls by all who met them, but they were also
highly valued by their respective employers. Ray had taught himself
shorthand and stenography and had been promoted to executive
secretary at the law firm, while Jack had risen to the position of
buyer at the clothing store and was doing a little modeling on the
side for them. The boys had been successfully living and working as
women for over six months, when Jack received an invitation for the
two of them to go to a costume ball on Halloween.
 
     "What shall we go as?" He asked Ray.
     "I don't know. What do you think?"
 
     "I don't have any ideas."
 
     They sat in silence for awhile when Ray said: "I know let's go
as ourselves."
 
 
     "No silly. We are supposed to go in costume and everyone knows
Janice and Rachel."
 
     "That's not what I meant. Let's call off the bet for one night
and go as Jack and Ray."
 
     "Not a bad idea. Do you still have some men's clothing?"
 
     "Yes. Don't you?"
 
     "No. I gave it all to Goodwill."
 
     Ray hadn't known that Jack had taken so drastic a step. "I've
got mine in a box in the basement. I'll go get it.
 
     Ray stared at his reflection while Jack looked on. The pair of
men's shorts he had on definitely weren't made to fit his body the
way it was now shaped. The cotton briefs were stretched tight
across his plump derriere while the elastic band hung loosely
around his tiny waist.
 
     "What can I do with these boobs?" he asked Jack. The size of
his ample breasts was not at all reduced by the tight tee shirt and
fat nipples were obvious as they pushed against the thin cotton.
 
     "I know," said Jack, running from the room. He returned with
an elastic bandage which the two of them wrapped tightly around
Ray's chest.
 
     "This isn't going to work" said Ray.
 
     That much was obvious. Even with the bandage crushing his
breasts he couldn't button up his shirt over the remaining bulge.
And his pants... . Well they were stretched so tight that if he
bent over they'd surely tear.
 
     "I look like a girl dressed as a boy."
 
     Giving up on the idea they rented costumes and went as two
southern belles. Ray also gave away his remaining male clothes,
abandoning the notion of getting into them again any time soon.
 
     It was the night of the ball that Jack and Rays relationship
took a dramatic turn. They had been much sought after as dance
partners by all the single men in attendance, but had still managed
to imbibe quite a few drinks. Quite tipsy, they were driven home by
Jack's co-workers. They were sitting in the living room having a
nightcap.
 
     "Say Janice help me undo this dress will you?"
 
     The costumes were true antebellum period pieces and even with
each others help had been difficult to get into properly. There was
no way that they were going to get them off alone.
 
     "Sure thing."
 
     Jack's petticoats rustled as he moved over beside Ray in the
green satin brocade gown he wore. Ray's was made of red velvet and
white lace. Ray turned away and lifted up his hair as Jack worked
on undoing the row of tiny buttons down his back.
 
     "Boy I just don't see how women lived in these things a
hundred years ago." Said Jack.
 
     "Well they had maids to help them dress and undress. Sort of
like I will. Say you'd better get used to doing things like this."
 
     "First let's see how you do at it."
 
     The boys shifted and Ray undid Jack's buttons. They both stood
up and slipped off the heavy gowns.
 
     "Whew. It's a relief to get out of that." Said Jack standing
there in his petticoats. "I'm thankful Halloween only comes once a
year."
 
     "Well there's still Mardi Gras."
 
     "I think I'll be a bunny for that."
 
     "That is if I don't have you go as Fifi the French maid.
Parlez Vous?"
 
     "Just shut up and undo this corset."
 
     Jack had lowered his petticoats and was standing there in
satin pantaloons and an old-fashioned corset that tied in back. The
boys had been sticklers for authenticity this evening. Jack
breathed a sigh of relief as he was released from its vise-like
grip. He pulled the down the top which had forced his breasts up
into the dramatic cleavage which had been flaunted by his gowns low
cut bodice.
 
     Ray felt a stirring in his loins and it dawned on him that he
was getting aroused on watching his roommate undress. Ray released
his breasts from the corsets restraint and noticed that his nipples
were stiff. Sally had told him that sexual excitement might
manifest itself like that. He was a little embarrassed, but with
his senses dulled by alcohol, getting turned on watching Jack
undress his now resplendently feminine body, somehow didn't seem
wrong or unnatural at all.
 
     Jack sat back down on the couch.
 
     "That's better, but these damned shoes."
 
     They had of course worn buttoned-up high heeled shoes.
 
     "Let me get them off for you." Said Ray.
 
     Ray left the room and returned with tool to undo the buttons
and finally got one off. Jack moaned as circulation reestablished
itself in his foot. Not fully aware that he was entering dangerous
territory, Ray said "Here, let me rub it for you."
 
     Ray picked up Jacks right foot, noticing how cute it looked
with its red toenails inside sheer hosiery, and started to massage
it.
 
     "Oh Rachel, that's tremendous." Whispered Jack.
 
     "Just sit back and enjoy it Janice."
 
     Ray got the other shoe off and massaged Jacks feet.
 
     "It's your turn Rachel."
 
     Ray lay back on the floor and let Jack get his shoes off and
work on his feet. It did feel wonderful. Jack stopped and Ray just
lied there. Ray was shocked to feel a hand on his breast. He opened
his eyes to see Jack alongside him on the floor.
 
     "What the ...?" Ray started to say, but as he looked into
those deep blue eyes he realized beyond a shadow of a doubt that he
truly loved Janice. Their lips met in a lingering lipstick smearing
kiss, each one of them ignoring the fact that he was just as pretty
and desirable as the make-believe woman he was kissing. They didn't
go any further, but lust lay in each others arms sharing their
closest secrets, and enjoying the intimacy. They continued to drink
and cuddle."
 
     Ray woke up the next morning shocked to discover where he was.
In Jack's satin sheeted king-size bed, naked except for his cache-
sex, with Jack's pretty blonde head in his arms, cradled to his
breasts. Looking down Ray saw that Jack still had his cache-sex on.
 
     "Well at least nothing happened." He thought to himself
relieved.
 
     Ray's attempts to extricate himself woke Jack up. Jack opened
his eyes and saw him.
 
     "Hi Rachel."
     "Er ... what went on her last night."
 
     "Just a little smooching is all I can recall."
 
     Ray looked at Jack and felt himself overcome with the
infatuation he had experienced the night before. He moved closer to
Jack and Jack wiggled up beside him. Once again they were in a
liplock.
 
     "What's happened to us?" Thought Ray as Jack's tongue
investigated his mouth. He didn't get an answer as this time their
cuddling led to caresses.
 
     Ray was in seventh heaven as Jack sucked first one plump
nipple then the other, but he felt ready to bust.
 
     "Excuse me Janice", Ray said and got up and ran to his room.
Once there he stripped off his cache-sex letting his cock free. Not
having had any sexual stimulation for some time, Ray was distressed
at what had become of his cock. What had been a proud specimen of
manhood was now just an atrophied little thing. He grabbed it
anyway and proceeded to jerk off. As he came the image in his head
was that of Janice.
 
     "We'll just keep it at this level." Thought Ray.
 
     Good intentions can only take you so far though, and it wasn't
long before the boys didn't bother to leave the bed before
masturbating. Then one night Jack reached down and grabbed a pair
of satin panties. He wrapped them around Ray's cock saying, "Just
sit back and relax Rachel", then pumped Ray to orgasm. The progress
of this affair was predictable. Soon Ray had moved into the other
bedroom off of the bath. After that, they would usually spend the
night together in one or the other's bed. Due to their hormone
regimens, neither of them could attain a hard enough erection to
accomplish penetration, but they were soon lovers, each pretending
to himself that he was in love with a beautiful girl while
delighting in the sex available to two boy-girls. Their make
believe romance continued to grow unabated.
 
                            CHAPTER 9
 
      Jack let himself in the front door. It had been a long day at
the store. He'd noticed Ray's Porsche in the garage.
 
     "Honey, I'm home."
 
     From the kitchen came a sweet "Hi Janice how was your day."
 
     "Pretty rough."
 
     "Well just sit down on the couch and relax. I'll have dinner
ready in jiff."
 
     They had divided up the house chores and Jack was glad that
Ray had taken over the cooking. The meals were always delicious.
 
     Ray walked in with an apron over his office dress carrying a
tray with glasses and a pitcher of Martinis. He poured one for
Jack.
 
 
     "Here. This will take the edge off of my poor baby's day."
 
     Jack kicked off his high heels and took the proffered glass,
as he sipped it, Ray pushed Jack's mass of blonde curls out of the
way and started rubbing his neck. It wasn't long before Ray was on
his knees massaging Jacks cramped feet. Pretty soon he had worked
his way up those long legs and pushed Jacks short skirt up around
his hips. Pulling down the pantyhose and panties revealed Jacks
tiny hairless organs. Neither boy had any hair below his thin,
highly arched brows by now. They had purchased a home electrolysis
kit and loved to examine each others bodies, searching for and
removing any stray hairs. Ray lovingly took Jack's tiny cock and
balls between his red glistening lips and sucked him to orgasm as
Jack enjoyed his martini. Ray felt a stirring in his panties as he
thought about how Janice would return his loving after the dishes
were dried and put away.
 
     How could two lovers continue with a contest such as theirs?
They couldn't, and at a party at their home for the TV group, Ray
announced that the bet was off.
 
     "To prove that we're not quitting cause we can't take it,
Janice and I will remain in dresses and keep our jobs for another
year."
 
     The group applauded loudly. Jack and Ray had become heroes to
all the crossdressers who knew them, living the life that each of
them wished he could.
 
     "Could I ask you guys a favor?" Asked Sally, later in private.
 
     "Sure" replied Jack.
 
     "Well since your bet is called off I was wondering if you
still could use a maid for a year?"
 
     "What are you talking about?"
 
     "Well it's kind of a long story, but I've finally decided to
go ahead and become a woman permanently."
 
     "Congratulations!"
 
     "There's more to it than that. Before I can get approval for
the surgery I have to live and work for a year as a woman. I can't
practice medicine as a woman until I change my licenses, and I
can't change them until I have the operation. It's a Catch-22, so
I guess I'll take a year off. I've got plenty of money, but don't
know what I could do. If you'll let me work for you and give me the
recommendation I need, then we'll all wind up with what we want."
 
     "Why sure. I guess ... What do you think Rachel?"
 
     "It's fine with me."
 
     Sally moved in, took over the housekeeping duties, and became,
if you will, a father figure with a figure to the two young men.
 
     Before they knew it, it was Christmas and Jack and Ray decided
that, since they were the only family each other had, they would
start a tradition and spend every Christmas together, exchanging
gifts on Christmas Eve.
 
     Ray gave Jack a full length mink coat while he received
diamonds; studs for his ears, a tennis bracelet, a necklace, and a
huge ring.
 
     Wearing nothing but his cache-sex, Ray paraded around the
bedroom, modeling his new jewelry.
 
     "Does this ring mean we're engaged?" He joked, admiring the
big sparkler.
 
     "No. It's a friendship ring, but if you ever do like Sally and
go all the way, consider yourself engaged."
 
     "Well that's not for me, but if you ever do it, I promise that
I'll make an honest woman of you."
 
 
     This couldn't go on forever and the relationship hit the rocks
shortly into the new year. Ray attended an office party. He'd worn
a revealing little black dress and delighted in vamping his staid
male colleagues. Ray had too much to drink and wound up being
driven home by Ken Myers, a timid and unassuming law clerk. When
they pulled up Ken stopped the car.
 
     "You know Rachel I've always thought you were cute, but until
tonight I had no idea just how beautiful you really are."
 
     "Why thank you Ken, that's very nice of you to say so."
 
     Ken got out, came around, and opened Ray's door. Ray's dress,
short to begin with, had ridden up his thighs, and Ken could not
help but gawk at Ray's long nylon covered legs as they swung out
the door. Swallowing hard, Ken escorted Rachel to the door. Once
there he was in obvious discomfort as he blurted out, "Rachel do
you think it would be O.K. if ..., er, ... uh, would you go out
with me sometime?"
 
     "I don't think so Ken." Ray felt sorry for the shy boy and
decided to give him something to remember.
 
     "But thanks for the ride home."
 
     Ray put his hands on Ken's face and drew him closer where
their lips met and Ray gave him a big hug and a long searching soul
kiss. Just then the door opened and the light went on. Ken and Ray
looked up to see Jack standing in the doorway with a with a shocked
expression on his pretty face.
 
     "Uh, I'd better be leaving. Good night Rachel." Said Ken as he
backpedaled to his car.
 
     Ray entered the house and shut the door behind him.
 
     "Just what the hell do you think you were doing out there
Ray?"
 
     "Please call me Rachel, Janice."
 
     "No. I think all this pretending has gotten out of hand. It's
bothered me at times, but until tonight I could ignore it. Let's
face reality. I'm Jack and you're Ray and do you realize what we
have become? Well, I'll tell you what we are. A pair of little
faggot cocksuckers. I could overlook the fact that you aren't
really a girl, but this is too much. How much longer before you're
seducing men in our house? Why I bet you'll even be trying to fix
me up before very long."
 
     "Oh Janice it wasn't like that at all."
 
     "Oh sure it wasn't. Ever since you moved in with me you've
lured me further and further into this mess. All I wanted was to
dress up once and awhile and look where you've taken me;  I'm a
girl who happens to have a cock. If I don't watch my step I'm
liable to wind up being fucked up the ass by one of your
boyfriends. Well, I may have gone too far, but I'm not going any
further."
 
     "Janice. Please ..."
 
     Jack turned and ran upstairs to his room.
 
     Ray was on the couch crying when Sally came in to investigate
the noise.
 
     "What's the matter Rachel?"
 
     "It's Janice."
 
     "What about Janice?"
 
     "She doesn't want to be Janice anymore and I don't blame her."
     Sally sat down on the couch, took Ray in her arms, and hugged
him.
 
     "There, there. Tell Aunt Sally all about it."
 
     Ray tearfully related the entire story, going back as far as
his first meeting with Jack.  When he was done he laughed.
 
     "What's so funny?"
 
     "I just realized that I'm acting exactly as a girl would."
 
     "Rachel, you've been living as a woman in a woman's
environment for quite some time. No psychologist worth his salt
would be surprised to find you responding like one."
 
     "That may be, but I guess it's back to being plain old Ray
again."
 
     "Now don't be so fast young lady that you throw the baby out
with the bath water. You're young, you're pretty, and you can pass.
Do you know how many of the old-timers in the group would kill to
be able to live as you are living. Look, you've the rest of your
life to be a man, but this chance will never come again. Take
advantage of it while you can."
 
     "I'll think about it."
 
     "Don't just think about it. Get away from here for awhile. I
think you and Janice just need to get away from each other for
awhile."
 
     "I think Janice it getting away from me forever."
 
     "Oh, I'll go have a talk with her tomorrow. Don't worry about
it."
 
     Ray went to bed and cried himself to sleep and by the next
morning he had decided to take Sally's advice and stay as Rachel
for the time being, and also to go back east for awhile. He went to
Sally's room the next morning.
 
     "Sally tell Janice that I'm going to New York to clear up some
family business. Tell her also that I love her and will miss her."
 
     Ray removed the big diamond friendship ring from his finger.
 
     "Give this to her. Tell her I'll be back for Christmas and if
she still wants me to have it, I'll be glad to take it back."
 
     "But Rachel it's only May. Isn't that too long to be gone?"
 
     "Long enough for the two of us to find ourselves and make up
our minds about what we want."
     Ray didn't even pack. He put on a dress, made up his face, and
called a cab for the airport. He took only his checks, his credit
cards, and his emergency cash stash; He'd buy what he needed in New
York.
 
 
                           CHAPTER 10
 
     Ray had made up the story about family business in New York.
Melancholy and despondent, he needed to get away from Jack and get
over the quarrel they'd had. After arriving in New York and staying
in a hotel, Ray sublet a small apartment. He picked a psychologist
out of the yellow pages and made an appointment. He wanted to
extricate himself from the persona of Rachel, with which he had
become so confused that he couldn't sort it out on his own.
 
     "Mr. Hirsch, and in all honesty let me say that I feel
uncomfortable addressing you like that dressed as you are, I do not
feel that I have the necessary background to deal with your case.
It is like no other that I am familiar with. You suffer from a
severe identity crises brought on by having lived as a woman for
over two years. However, I do know of a clinic where they
specialize in cases like yours and I'd like to refer you to them."
 
     Ray departed a cab outside the Institute for the Amelioration
of Gender Dysphoria. He looked up for a moment at the imposing
building, smoothed his skirt, and went in.
 
     Inside a pretty receptionist looked up .
 
     "Hi may I help you?"
 
     "Yes. My name is Ray Hirsch and I have an appointment for a
referral."
 
     "My name's Nancy. If you'll just fill out these forms we can
get started."
 
     Nancy watched Ray as he took the psychological profile test.
 
     " Wow If I didn't know he was a boy I could never have guessed
it. he's one of the best I've seen and I've seen some of the best."
She thought to herself.
 
     Nancy looked at the reason for referral.
 
     "Unable to return to masculine role. Why would he ever want
to?"
 
     Nancy picked up the phone.
 
     "Hello Leslie? You should see the one that just walked in."
 
     "O.K."
     Nancy starred the top of Ray's folder, thinking "He's to
pretty to be a boy."
 
     Ray looked up to find a beautiful woman standing in front of
him.
 
 
     "Hi. Done with the test?"
 
     "Uh, yes ma'am."
 
     "Oh don't be so formal. My name's Leslie."
 
     "I'm Ray, er Rachel."
 
     "Around here all us guys use girls."
 
     Ray was amazed. "Are you a guy too."
 
     "Sure am. One-hundred per cent all American male."
 
     Ray found this hard to believe.
 
     "So your from California?"
 
     "Just recently."
 
     Leslie looked over Ray's record.
 
     "So ... you're having trouble getting in touch with your old
male self again. I take it you don't want to live as a girl any
longer?"
 
     "I'm not sure anymore what I want to do."
 
     "Well, I hope we can help you find what it is you're looking
for. In the meantime, let me invite you to dinner to welcome you to
New York."
 
     "I'd like that."
 
     "Good. Shall we say Saturday at eight."
 
     Ray rode the elevator up to the penthouse. He'd found out that
Leslie was the director of the Institute and fantastically wealthy.
Wanting to impress his host, Ray had spent the morning shopping for
a dress and the afternoon in a salon. The dress was shorter than he
usually wore, but this was New York and he had the legs for it.
 
     Leslie met Mike at the elevator along with another woman. Both
wore evening gowns. Mike was in awe of such glamour.
 
     "Rachel, may I introduce my wife Amanda."
 
     They enjoyed cocktails while Ray took in his surroundings. The
penthouse was a dream; a totally feminine environment. They made
small talk about California and New York until Amanda announced
that dinner was served.
 
     "This is the best meal I've had in ages." Ray complimented
Amanda.
 
     "Why thank you, but it's nothing at all."
 
     "You mustn't say that dear. This is outstanding." Leslie told
Amanda.
 
     "Amanda's become quite the cook since I married her." He told
Ray.
 
     "Rachel I invited you here tonight not only to get to know you
but to show you first hand one of the options available to you."
 
     "And what is that."
 
     "As you know; I am a man. What you do not know is that my wife
used to be a man."
 
     Ray looked at the beautiful woman across the table from him.
 
     "You're kidding me"
 
     "I would never do that. Darling?"
 
     Amanda spoke up, "It's true. My name used to be Michael
Watson. After sex reassignment and a disappointing experience with
another man I fell in love with and married Leslie."
 
     "Do you like it?"
 
     "Which; being a woman or being married?"
 
     "Uh, both I guess."
 
     "Well the answer is the same either way. I have never been
happier and I feel totally fulfilled. I love my life now and see
that this is my proper role. Any other lifestyle would merely have
left me as I was; lonely, depressed, and unfulfilled."
 
     Ray considered how that those terms described his emotional
state of late.
 
     "Are there a lot of guys like me around?" Ray asked Leslie.
 
     "Oh yes, It's the main reason for the Institute and we have
helped hundreds if not thousands of people like yourself. In
fact,every employee of the Institute is, or at some time was a
man."
     "Everybody?"
 
     "Yes."
 
     "What about the receptionist Nancy."
 
 
     "Especially Nancy. Until quite recently she was Dan."
 
     "Wow."
 
     They made small talk throughout dinner. Dessert was offered,
Amanda declined saying that she had to watch her figure, and when
coffee was served she excused herself. Ray watched the enchanting
brunette leave, still finding it hard to believe that she could
ever have been a man.
 
     Ray and Leslie carried their coffee to the sitting room where
they resumed their discussion.
 
     "So I assume you wanted me to see how you live to show me that
I could stay Rachel, find a girl, and settle down. Sort of put
myself in your shoes."
 
     "Not really."
 
     "Then what?"
 
     "I wanted you to meet Amanda. To see that you could live
happily as a woman. As you put it, to have you put yourself in her
shoes."
 
     "You mean change my sex and get married?"
 
     "Not necessarily to get married, but your psychological
profile shows us that you are much more comfortable in the female
role and that you are still deeply in love with your former
roommate. You indicated that you feel that he still loves you, but
can't deal with the fact that you are men, despite your
appearances. Now if you were a woman, I'd bet that he could
overcome his homophobia and that you could subsequently have an
wonderful relationship with him, much as Amanda does with me."
 
     "Oh, I don't think so Leslie."
 
     "Well I'm not going to push you into anything that you do not
want, and you don't have to make up your mind tonight. I just
wanted you to see what's possible. You'll meet your counselor
Monday and she will cover all the bases with you. Gail is just the
one for you. She was married when she was a man and now she's
married again. Be sure to pick her brain, having been up the aisle
in a both a tuxedo and a gown I am sure that she can give you a
good picture of what it's like from both sides."
 
                           CHAPTER 11
 
 
     "Gail I want you to know what a difference you have made in my
life. These past weeks have cleared up so much. I know now that I'd
never be truly happy as Ray and I wanted you to be the first to
know that I have decided to go all the way and become a whole
woman."
 
     "Oh Rachel, I'm so happy for you. Let's see,  you've already
lived as a woman for over a year so we can waive that requirement.
I'll certify you as mentally competent and that takes care of the
formalities. We do our own surgery on the premises so all you have
to do is pick a date."
 
     "All I want is to be healed up by Christmas. Is that
possible?"
 
     "Of course. Recovery takes about six weeks. Give yourself
another four weeks to get your strength back and become familiar
with your new plumbing and you'll be ready for anything, and I do
mean anything." Gail winked at him. "You could wait a couple of
months to be sure and still be done before Christmas."
 
     "No. I'm sure. I'd like to get this over with as soon as
possible."
 
     "Great. How about a week from Monday?"
 
     "That's fine with me."
 
     "OK it's a date. By the way do you have those tapes I lent
you?"
 
     "Right here in my purse."
 
     Ray handed them over the subliminal tapes that had been
responsible for his change of heart concerning his change of sex.
 
     "I don't know if they did any good. I took the sleeping pills
you gave me and always fell asleep before I heard anything."
 
     "Maybe it's just as well that you don't know how much they
helped," thought Gail to herself as she took the tapes from the
boy. "Can't have these getting into the wrong hands." It was
amazing how fast and thorough those tapes were. Any man exposed to
them would soon beg to be made into a woman, and they hadn't
figured out how to turn it off once on. Gail thought about how
she had been exposed to them by her ex-wife.
 
     The passage from masculinity to femininity was a painful one
for Ray, but when it was over, the fact that he had been a man
seemed like ancient history to him. After recovering from surgery,
he did what any girl in New York with unlimited funds would do; he
went shopping. He had lost still more weight, and his body appeared
to have stabilized at a size 7. Ray went to the best stores and
filled out his wardrobe, or as he began to think of it; his
trousseau. Remembering Jacks proposition, he considered himself
engaged. One day on impulse he walked into a jewelry store and
tried on engagement rings and wedding bands. He wished he hadn't
returned the ring to Jack. Inspired, he went on from there to
venture into a bridal salon and try on wedding gowns.
 
     Ray admired himself in the mirror; he was captivated by the
way he looked in the long ivory satin gown.
 
     "I'm going to be the best wife to Jack that there is," he
thought to himself.
 
     Then he spoke aloud what would someday be his name.
 
     "Mrs. Jack Doyle."
 
      Ray liked it. It seemed to roll off of his tongue just right.
 
 
                           CHAPTER 12
 
     The house seemed like an old friend to Ray as he let himself
in the front door.
 
     "Janice? Sally?"
 
     "I guess they're out."
 
     Sally had kept in touch and had let Ray know that Jack was
home and looking forward to his return. Ray went up to his room; it
looked like he'd only been gone a day. Looking at the closet, ray
wondered where he'd put all the dresses he'd brought back from New
York. Ray took off for his appointment at the salon.
 
     The next day was Christmas Eve and by previous mutual
agreement dinner was a formal affair and no effort was spared.
Sally had known that the boys would be back and had cleaned the
house until it shone, cooked for two days, and would serve them
their Christmas meal in her formal uniform.
 
     For their part, Jack and Ray each purchased new gowns, their
long manes had been styled into elaborate coiffures, their
fingernails were filed to long points and polished to a ruby gleam,
and each had been expertly made over by his favorite beautician.
 
     Ray and Jack saw each other for the first time when they came
down to dinner and each was immediately captivated by the
stunningly beautiful woman across the table.
 
     Ray saw the look in Jacks eyes and recognizing it as desire
thought. "Great. He still wants me."
     Jack had obviously lost some weight, but seeing the cleavage
visible in the decolletage of his strapless gown Ray thought, "Jack
must still be taking hormones to look like that, but I don't care;
I love him as he is, no matter what he looks like."
 
 
     Ray thought about what it would be like to satisfy Jack as a
woman. What would it be like to have his newly created womanhood
penetrated by Jack's cock? To have his insides filled with pumping
come? Would he enjoy it? His speculations were interrupted by
Sally.
 
     "I'm glad you guys are back because I have some good news. I
underwent my surgery while you were both away and I'm a girl now."
 
     Jack and Ray applauded and congratulated her loudly. Ray
wanted to share with her that he was also, but he was saving that
revelation as a surprise for Jack. It would be his Christmas
present.
 
     "Hold it, hold it. There's more. You remember Ben from the
group? Well he's asked me to marry him and I've accepted. I want
you guys to be my bridesmaids. Will you?"
 
     They both agreed enthusiastically. Ray had wanted to ask her
if she would do the same for him, but kept his mouth shut.
 
     The boys made idle chitchat during dinner. Sally cleared the
remains away and left them sipping eggnog.
 
     "You guys don't mind if I take off?" Asked Sally. "I have a
date with my fiancee."
 
     "So do I" Thought Ray.
 
     "No by all means go," said Jack, "and give our regards to
Ben."
 
     "So how was New York Rachel?"
 
     "Full of changes. You just wouldn't believe it. How was your
summer?"
 
     "Oh I went to Colorado and spent time hiking the mountains and
rafting the rivers among other things."
 
     "Well it looks as though it agreed with you."
 
     "Oh I'm positive it did. It changed my whole outlook on life."
 
     "Am I correct in assuming that your being here tonight
signifies that you have at least some interest in resuming our
relationship?"
 
     Jack gave a high-pitched giggle and licked the rim of his cup
seductively.
 
     "Well things can never be exactly like they were before, but
to answer your question; Yes. I would like very much to resume our
relationship."
 
     Ray felt Jack's stockinged foot caress his inner calf, and as
Jack played footsie with him, Ray's spirits soared.
 
     "Well then, in keeping with our tradition, if one time can
establish a tradition, I would like to exchange gifts tonight. If
you'll come up to my room later, I will have yours ready for you."
 
     "Excellent," replied Jack. "I'll give you yours then also."
 
     Ray excitedly stripped off his evening wear and attired
himself in a lingerie set made of red satin. He stuffed his breasts
into a bra with no cups, then wrapped a garter belt around his tiny
waist. After pulling smoky nylons up his shapely legs he hooked
them up and slipped his feet into silver lame spike heels. He then
stepped into and pulled up a pair of crotchless panties to complete
his look.
 
     Ray laid on the bed in a provocative posture and positioned a
silk coverlet so that it discreetly covered his altered genitals.
There was a soft knock at the door which connected his room to the
bathroom.
 
     "Come in, my side is open."
 
     Jack entered through their connecting door and looked at Ray.
He had a provocative look on his pretty face, and Ray could tell by
the way that Jack's plump nipples were standing at attention under
the thin silk robe, which he wore tied with a sash, that he was hot
and ready for anything.
 
     "Well Jack. Do you mind if I call you Jack? I really do want
to start thinking think of you like that. Here's my present. My
panties are crotchless."
 
     Ray threw off the coverlet.
 
     "And so am I."
 
     Ray's conversion was exposed to Jack's gaze.
 
     "I am all woman now Jack and I am all yours."
 
     Jack froze and seemed to blanch. He gawked at Ray and there
was an look in his eyes that Ray had never seen before and it
alarmed him. It wasn't astonishment, rejection, condemnation,
revulsion, or any of the other reactions that Ray had steeled
himself to receive. Instead Jack just stared at him in an odd
manner.
 
     Ray got up off the bed, and ran to Jack, embracing him.
 
     "Jack, darling," he cried, "don't look at me like that. You
said that Rachel was the girl you wanted to marry. While I was away
I found out that I love you so much that I couldn't live without
you, so I became Rachel. For you Jack. Say you still love me and
let's be happy."
 
     Jack looked about as if he did not know where he was. He
slowly came out of shock and hugged Ray.
 
     "I'm sorry about what I said about being us being faggots and
all that. I want you to know that I love you deeply and that
nothing can make me love you any less, but right now I think that
we should go downstairs and have a drink."
 
     "Oh Jack. Don't be so serious. It's Christmas Eve and I'm your
present. I've been dreaming about this day ever since I had my
surgery ... . Or is it that you don't want me like this?'
 
     "Oh no, never. It's just that ... ."
 
     Jack was sniffling.
 
     "Oh what the hell! Merry Christmas!"
 
     With tears welling up in his eyes, the now sobbing Jack let go
of Ray, stepped back, and untied the belt of his robe, letting it
fall open. He wore nothing underneath, which revealed ... nothing!
Instead of the manhood that Ray longed for, there was only a furry
patch of blonde pubic hair.
 
     "Ray, I went to Colorado and became Janice for you. I knew I
loved you and that there had to be a change and I thought that I'd
have to be the one to make it."
 
     Jack cried out loud.
 
     "I wanted to take you up on your offer to make an honest woman
out of me, but ...."
 
     They hugged each other and cried for awhile and then the two
girls, who had once been Jack and Ray, but were now irreversibly
Janice and Rachel, went looking for some booze.
 
     And so concludes the fable of these two foolhardy young men
who so recklessly sacrificed for each other the most fundamental
component of their personality. Now every fable must have a moral
and this one is no exception: When you're giving someone a present,
make sure that it can be exchanged in case of duplication.