From impala@erols.com Sat Apr 05 08:41:33 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!feed1.news.erols.com!news From: "Impala" <impala@erols.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: REPOST THE RANCH Date: 5 Apr 1997 13:41:33 GMT Organization: Erol's Internet Services Lines: 1096 Message-ID: <01bc41c7$ad0dee80$1d0960cf@impala.erols.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: lxp-as1s29.erols.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="----=_NextPart_000_01BC419D.C437E680" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Received-On: 5 Apr 1997 13:41:33 GMT X-Newsreader: Microsoft Internet News 4.70.1155 This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_01BC419D.C437E680 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable ------=_NextPart_000_01BC419D.C437E680 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="ranch.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Description: ranch.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="ranch.txt" As I write this, I am in the airport in Atlanta, waiting for my = connecting flight. Why I'm writing this down isn't completely clear to = me, because we don't want or need the publicity. To protect the Ranch = and its clients, I have had to change most of the names and the = locations. You won't find us listed in the Yellow Pages or even on the = Internet, but if you get the right referral, we are easy to find. Its always nice to get away for a few weeks, but you start to miss the = comforts of home and the excitement of working at a place like the = Ranch. I've just spent a week with my family and a week shopping in = Atlanta. My parents can't understand why I want to work so far away and = don't like the fact that I am secretive about what I do. Dad is a stern = southern baptist type and is certain that I am gay because of my long = hair, even though I've brought girlfriends home from time to time. Mom = doesn't have a clue as to what is going on in the world, and probably = doesn't think about it. My sister knows, more or less, what we do, but = she is pretty open about these things. I found the Ranch three years ago by accident. I was 24 and just out of = the MBA program at a big southern university. Before I go into that, I = need to tell you a little about the Ranch, and what a client sees when = they arrive. We have several thousand acres outside of a good sized southwestern = city. The grounds are beautiful, and used to be an estate of a very = rich family that liked the low humidity and moderate year round = temperatures. About 10 years ago, the family's fortunes had been split = up and little was left. The property came into the hands of the = proverbial prodigal son, and after a few years of trying to figure out = what to do with it, he turned it into a private club that caters to a = special clientele. He called it the Ranch because that was how it had = always been referred to in his family. The property has a large main house that is over 15,000 square feet, and = a number of other, smaller buildings. There are guest bungalows = scattered throughout the grounds, and we can accommodate almost 1200 = guests with double occupancy, but we rarely have that many except for = special events. Most of the year, we have at most 1000 or so at any = given time, and since the minimum stay is two weeks, it keeps us pretty = busy. The property has its own golf courses, tennis courts and 4 = Olympic size swimming pools, so there are plenty of activities. And, we = have our own special facilities to prepare our guests to return to the = outside world. As I sit here, ready to go back to the Ranch, and what I consider to be = my real world, I find myself grateful to be almost finished with the = masquerade I must maintain when I visit family. I've been at the Ranch = for just over 3 years, and when I am away, I have to be mindful of how I = sit, how I speak and even what restroom I use when out. You see, at = home they know me as William, but at the Ranch, I am Chontelle and am = considered by the rest of the staff to be the best trainer we have. = Putting aside any false modesty, I must admit that I am at least one of = the best at training men to look and act like women. When I first came to the Ranch, I had no idea about my until then hidden = talents. I had just received my MBA and was mulling over job offers = from IBM, Microsoft and several other Fortune 500 Companies. I was, and = am, 6' tall, and back then I weighed about 170 pounds. My hair was a = sandy brownish blond, but my best feature, the one that drove girls = crazy, was my emerald green eyes. And, dare I say, I was a bit of a = jerk, especially with my girlfriend. As a graduation present, my girlfriend, Shelia, had given both of us a 2 = week vacation to some resort she had heard about from her brother. She = didn't tell me much about it, saying that she wanted it to be a = surprise. We were set to leave the day after I graduated, and she had = taken care of all the details. I will never forget that trip! We left on a Friday and caught the connecting flight out of Atlanta. AS = the plane circled Phoenix, Shelia pointed out to me a lush estate with = golf courses and obvious irrigation canals meandering through the = greenery. That was our destination! I wasn't all that curious, and was just looking forward to doing = nothing. After all, I had worked to put myself through college and = graduate school, and I was due for a break before getting out into = corporate America. Shelia had kept ordering drinks for me on the = flight, and I was almost ready to just put my head down and semi pass = out, but I managed to stay awake until the plane touched down. It was mid-May, and the temperature was delightful. Shelia and I were = met by a driver and whisked away in a private limo that belonged to the = Ranch. Shelia poured me another drink in the back of the limo, and she = obviously slipped something into it, because I passed out in the limo, = not more than 10 minutes after we left the airport. I woke up with a splitting headache and the driest mouth I had ever had. = I was laying under pink satin sheets in what looked liked a small, 2 = room bungalow. Everything I could see was done in shades of pink, with = lots of lace. The bed was an old fashioned 4-poster bed with a pink, = lacy canopy. The windows were covered in light pink sheers, with = gathered curtains of a darker shade of pink. Even the plush carpet was = a pale shade in the pink family. Shelia sat down on the side of the bed, gave me 3 aspirin and a glass of = water. As my head started to clear, I look around me, in obvious wonder = over the way the room was furnished. "Whoa, did I overdo it!", I said to Shelia, as I tried to take in the = idea of a frilly, feminine room. "Why is everything decorated this = way?" "I've got something to show you," said Shelia, and she pulled out a = polaroid picture and flashed it in front of my face. It was a picture = of me, apparently taken while I had been passed out, and was most = incriminating. In the picture, I was laying on the pink satin sheets = and had a lacy bra and panties on. Next to me, with the picture posed = so as to look like we had fallen asleep together, was a naked man, = snuggled into me, with his hand on my crotch and a happy, satisfied look = on his face. Looking closely, I could see bright lipstick on my lips = and hoop earrings on my ears. I couldn't believe something like was = happening to me! "Before you say a word," said Shelia in a gentle but firm tone, "I want = you to know that copies of this picture and some others that are worse = are yours if you behave yourself on this vacation and do as you're told. = If you decide to leave this place, or if you don't behave yourself, = these pictures are going to your family and the recruiters at all those = fancy places you've been interviewing at." "But why," I had moaned, "why are you doing this to me?" "You know why. You tend to be a jerk, but I think you are basically a = kind person. You just need to quit taking me and other women for = granted, and you need to treat us with respect." I asked her how blackmail would do that. If I slipped up even just a = little, was she really sending out the pictures? "No, but something like that. This resort is a special club where men = come to learn to be women. My brother is a cross dresser and comes here = whenever he can. He got me in touch with the place, and because of his = referral, they agreed to take you on as a client, but only if you = volunteered. How to get you to volunteer was up to me, but they did = have suggestions. So heres the deal; you spend 2 weeks learning what = its like to be a woman, and if you do everything you're told and work = hard at it, I'll give you the pictures. If you screw up, or complain to = these people, you can spend the rest of your life explaining these = pictures to everyone you know. Its your call, and remember, I'm really = doing this because I love you. If you can turn yourself around, we've = got a chance at a long wonderful life together. If you don't, I'm = leaving you and I frankly don't care if your life is ruined by these = pictures." It took me about 2 seconds to figure that one out, and I agreed, but I = secretly vowed to somehow pay her back for this. "OK," I answered, = "you've got a deal, but with just one condition." "Whats that?", she asked. "I don't really have to sleep with guys or anything, do I?", I asked. She replied that of course I didn't, but I had to actively take part in = what was coming. The deal made, she called someone on the phone, and = within a few minutes, there was a knock on the door, and a tall, well = built, dark haired woman walked in the door. "Hello, William. My name is Mistress Donna and I will be your personal = trainer for the next two weeks. From now on, you will be addressed as = Chontelle, and you will do as I say. If that is acceptable to you, I = want you to repeat it to me while I tape record you and I want you to = state that this is what you desire." =20 The tall woman held out a portable tape recorder, and I began speaking. = "Yes, this is William, I mean Chontelle. I want Mistress Donna to train = me and I want to do what she tells me to do. This is what I want to do = for the next two weeks." Sitting here in the airport 3 years later, I can't help but smile when I = remember my first meeting with Donna. She was taller than me by at = least 3 inches, and had wide shoulders. She had the thickest mane of = dark brown, almost black hair that I thought I had ever seen, and = incredibly intense black eyes. I guessed her at 6'3", and around 150, = and I later found out I wasn't far off. That first day, she was dressed = in a very short black leather skirt, a white peasant type blouse opened = to show an impressive cleavage, and high heels. She had long nails, = painted a bright red, and cut a most impressive figure as she addressed = me. Remembering her, I let my own shoulder length blonde hair out of = the ponytail I had kept it in for most of the last two weeks, and shook = it out, knowing that the length and style contrasted sharply with my = levi's and sweat shirt, but I really don't care right now. Thinking back to my first encounter with Donna, after I had made my = little speech into her tape recorder, I remember I looked at Shelia and = blushed. The covers slipped down when I sat up, and I noticed that I = still had on the bra and panties that I had seen in the picture; I = quickly pulled the satin sheets back up, but Mistress Donna snatched = them off the bed. "Chontelle, stop it!", demanded Mistress Donna. "You do not need to be = ashamed of your desires here. Now get into the bathroom where Mistress = Shelia and I will prepare your body for training." Shelia had looked at me and nodded her head as if to make certain I did = what I was told. I went into the bathroom, where I was stripped and = told to lay in the heart shaped pink bathtub that was full of bubbles. = Quickly, and expertly, Mistress Donna shaved my legs, my underarms, and = even shaved and trimmed the area around my genitals so that the hair = there resembled a heart in shape. When I got out of the tub, she had me = put baby lotion all over my body and then told me to sit on a stool in = front of the mirror. Before I sat down, Mistress Donna told me to put the bra and panties = back on, and she handled me a pink robe to put on. I did as I was told, = and she began plucking my eyebrows as Shelia nodded and occasionally = made approving comments. She then shaved my face closer than it had = ever been shaved, and turning to Shelia, asked her if she should remove = all my body hair. Shelia agreed, and a smelly lotion, which I learned = later was a hair removal cream like Nair, was applied to my arms and = chest, and soon I was hairless except for my head, my eyebrows and my = private area. "What look shall we give her, Mistress Shelia?" asked Mistress Donna. = "Sexy and sultry, perhaps?" "Oh for sure. Sexy and as sultry as possible," was Shelia's answer. "Watch carefully, Chontelle, and listen to me. You will have to learn = to do this yourself, as I understand from Mistress Shelia that learning = to apply makeup is part of your desire," said Mistress Donna as she = started to work. "First, we will pull your hair back completely out of your face. Until = you do something more permanent or lasting with your facial hair, you = will have to use this concealer. Watch how I dab it on, above your lip = and on your chin. As I gently pat it in, see how no trace of any beard = remains?" I tried not to look, but with my hair pulled back and my now arched eye = brows, my face had taken on a decidedly different look. "Now, I will show how to put on makeup. Your facial hair is so sparse = and your skin so nice, that we can use regular makeup. This = product--look at it!---is a revlon extra coverage foundation that you = can buy in any drug store when you leave. Honey beige is the right = color for your skin." Mistress Donna chatted amiably as she covered my = face with foundation, giving my skin an almost flawless look. As she = worked on me, she would frequently rub one of her beautiful breasts up = against me, and this seemed to really arouse me, or maybe it was what = she was doing to me. "Next, we will work on your eyes. Let me get a few more hairs out of = those brows, and then darken them some for you. See the nice arch we = have created? Now sit still. For your beautiful emerald eyes, I think = a smoky sage color on the lids, with a paler cream color on the brow = bone, will bring out the color. Now, hold real still while I put black = eyeliner at the base of your upper and lower lashes, there. This little = device curls your lashes before I put mascara on them. First one coat = of black mascara, upper and lower, and I will move on to your cheeks." Despite the sense of shock and disbelief I felt, I was fascinated by = what I saw in the mirror and was definitely getting aroused under my = satiny robe. Mistress Donna then went on to brush a coral colored = powder on my cheeks, with a slightly darker color below, and all of a = sudden, I noticed what high cheekbones I had! When she finished that, = she had brushed another coat of mascara on my lashes, and a rose colored = lipstick on my lips. "Tell me, Mistress Shelia, what do you think of our girl Chontelle?", = she asked. "She is beautiful, Mistress Donna, absolutely stunning. Shall we have = her wear a wig or what with that short hair?", asked Mistress Shelia. "You are Paul's sister, aren't you, Mistress Shelia? We would usually = either fix Chontelle's hair the best we can or put her in a wig. But = for Paul's sister, we will give your girlfriend a special treat and do a = hair weave for her." Mistress Donna's comment about a hair weave scared = me a little, but I was pretty much beyond disbelief by then.=20 Thinking back now to how scared I was then causes me to smile again, = sitting here in the Atlanta airport. If only I had known then what I = know now, there would have been no fear at all, only anticipation. But = I didn't know, and it was new, and I was scared out of my wits. I = remember thinking I was a dead duck if I didn't cooperate and Shelia = really sent those pictures out. Maybe it had been a bluff, but it had = worked. God, how I look forward to getting back to the Ranch and = getting out of these clothes and into something more comfortable!=20 Anyway, back to my story. Mistress Donna had made up my face pretty = heavily, and I did look very sultry. After she was done, she had me lay = back on the bed while she used some sort of surgical adhesive to attach = large, very natural looking breasts to my chest. She warned me about = trying to pull them off without solvent, and then told me to put the bra = back on. What a feeling that had been! Suddenly, I had heavy, and very = natural looking breasts pulling at my chest, and I couldn't even see the = line between where my skin stopped and the breasts began! I was = trembling, and I remember I started to protest, but Shelia held up the = polaroid behind Mistress Donna's back, where only I could see it, and = shook her head as to warn me. I heeded her warning. "My, my Chontelle. You are starting to really look good. You need to = lose a little weight, but we can help you with that and give you a diet = and exercise program to follow when you leave. What do you think, = Mistress Shelia? A skirt and blouse, a dress, or slacks for our girl?" Shelia answered, "with those legs, and so nicely shaved now, definitely = a skirt and blouse, and some nice sexy high heels." =20 Mistress Donna told me to sit quietly on the bed while she and Shelia = decided on my outfit. I had lost track of time, and couldn't see a = clock in the room; I couldn't believe that just a few hours ago I had = been sitting on a plane in my normal clothes, and now this! But if I = complained, my life might as be over, with those pictures. Mistress Donna selected a short black skirt for me and a teal blouse = that would show off my new cleavage. She had me put on a girdle that = cinched my waist so tightly I could hardly breath. She helped me into = sheer hose that fastened to some straps on the bottom of the girdle, and = then made me put on the skirt, blouse and 3" black high heels. "There," = she announced, "Chontelle is ready to go outside, except for her hair. = We must do something so that no one else is offended by that butchy hair = cut. What do you think, Mistress Shelia, perhaps a scarf?" The next thing I knew, I had a floral scarf around my head, and was = being led out the door, trembling with fear and tottering on the high = heels. The two girls each took one of my arms and Mistress Donna led us = about a five minute walk to the main house, which for all intents and = purposes looked like a big sorority house on a college campus. I had been so embarrassed that my eyes never left the ground during the = 5 minute walk, and I felt the same way entering the big house. Mistress = Donna steered me down a short hallway to the left, and into what was = obviously a very well equipped beauty salon, with at least 50 chairs. = Most of the chairs were full, with women working on other women's hair, = although some of these women were obviously men dressed as women. She = sat me in the last chair on the right, where I learned that Vanessa = would be taking care of me. "Good afternoon, Mistress Donna," said Vanessa. She was a rather plain = looking girl with a big nose, about 5'8", and at least 20 pounds = overweight. Like a lot of women at salons, she had way too much makeup = on and flaming red hair, which was her best feature, and dragon lady = nails that were at least an inch past the end of her fingers. "Hello, Vanessa," said Mistress Donna. "This is Chontelle, a very = special member. She has decided to have a full hair weave while her own = grows out. I think if we color her natural hair blonde that you can = match it with what we have in stock, don't you?" "Certainly, Mistress Donna," was the reply. "In 2 hours, Chontelle will = have the most beautiful, thickest blonde hair you have ever seen. I = think with her facial structure that this style would be best." Vanessa = pointed to a picture in a book that showed a model with perky blonde = hair, with the length just below her chin and wispy bangs. I couldn't = believe they could do that to me, but I didn't dare complain. Vanessa colored my hair, comparing it to some long strands of natural = hair on her workstation, and then dried it. She started in with strands = of hair, somehow weaving them into my natural hair, and sometimes using = some sort of clips. I've always had naturally thick hair, but it was = just over my ears in length, before Vanessa started. While she was = working on my hair, another woman started in on my nails, doing = something she called "wrapping", and painted them a fiery red, along = with my toenails. Two hours later, I got out of the chair with knees shaking and my heart = trembling. As I looked in the mirror, I couldn't believe my eyes; in = front of me was the image of a very tall, and somewhat over weight young = woman, with blonde hair, long sexy legs, pouty painted lips and long, = red nails. And before I left the salon, there was one last surprise. "Vanessa," said Mistress Donna, "Chontelle wishes to have her ears = pierced and these gold hoops place in them. Would you see to that, = please." For the first time, I rose in protest. Before I could say anything, = Shelia edged the polaroid out of her purse, and resigned to my fate, I = sat back down. After all, the holes would grow over and none of this = was permanent. Like a good boy, I sat back down, and Vanessa quickly = and expertly pierced my ears, and inserted the gold hoops. "Stand up,Chontelle, and let Mistress Shelia see you in your full = feminine beauty," said Mistress Donna, "and what do you think, Mistress = Shelia/" "Oh my god," Shelia had answered, "he, I mean she, is gorgeous. Oh = baby, you do look hot." Shelia was giggling as she said this. "Do you = think we should fix him up with a date, Mistress Donna/" "Chontelle is a long way from being ready to date," said Mistress Donna. = "First, she must learn how to walk, how to eat, how to handle herself = in all circumstances, and many other things. But that is what we do = here at the Ranch, and she will be ready for whatever she or you want by = the time she is ready to leave." I was in such a frieghtened and overwhelmed state of mind that I = couldn't say much. It was somehow very exciting to see myself like that = and to feel that way, and as ashamed as I was, I was also very aroused. We left the salon part of the house and walked next door to what looked = like an open air cafe. As we walked, Mistress Donna kept telling me to = take smaller steps and to be more graceful. When we got to the cafe, = she made me get up and sit back down at least a dozen times, until I = could properly smooth out the back of my skirt as I sat in the chair. I guessed it was about 3:00 in the afternoon now, and I hadn't eaten = anything since breakfast. Mistress Donna order Perrier for herself, but = Shelia ordered white wine for the two of us. While we were waiting for = the wine, Shelia, without conscious thought, pulled out her compact, = opened it up and used the mirror to put on more lipstick. Mistress = Donna told me to do as Mistress Shelia had done, and feeling very = embarassed, I reached into the purse she had given me, took out a = compact and lipstick, and got lessons on reapplying my lipstick in = public. I actually kind of liked the way it looked and felt on me, = which was a big shock! The drinks came. Shelia dug into her purse and brough out a pack of = cigarettes and her lighter. I don't remember the brand, but it was one = of those long brands with a white filter, and I remember they were = menthols. Shelia knew that I didn't like her smoking, since I didn't, = but I sure as hell wasn't about to say or do anything to cross her right = then! Shelia played with her lighter for a few seconds, and then looked at me = with this sickly sweet smile that I was coming to dread. It meant = something else was coming! "Mistress Donna," said Shelia, "Chontelle = has always wanted to learn to smoke like a woman, but has been too shy. = Don't you think this is a perfect time to teach her?" "Certainly, if that is her wish and yours," answered Mistress Donna. = Then she addressed me. "Chontelle, watch me and do as I say and do. = The most woman like way to light a cigarette is to use your long = fingernails to remove one from the pack, like this. Now hold it between = your two fingers, like this, and hold it in your lips with your left = hand, while you light it with the lighte in the other hand. Take a deep = drag, there thats good." I was starting to realize that I could get through this by play acting, = and I did as I was told. I took my first deep drag on a cigarette, and = immediately coughed. "Chontelle, you will cover your face if you cough," said Mistress Donna. = "Now take another puff, and try not to embarass us. When you exhale, = purse your lips and try to exhale a long plume of smoke." Again, I did as I was told and didn't choke this time. When I ooked at = the cigarette held daintily between my fingers, I was fascinated by the = lipstick smudges-my lipstick!-on the white filter. I really thought = that looked great! I puffed again, and again, and tried to copy = Mistress Shelia and Mistress Donna. After my third or fourth cigarette = with our wine, I was starting to get lightheaded, but I was definitely = getting the hang of it! The waitress came back to take food orders. Mistress Donna announced = that she would be ordering for me, and ordered only a small salad, a = glass of water and another glass of white wine. She also instructed the = waitress to bring me a pack of whatever it was that Shelia was smoking. = Shelia smiled and handed me a gold woman's lighter that she said was a = present. Our food had come, and Mistress Donna instructed me on how to eat like a = woman. "Take small bites, and chew them well. Don't gulp your drink, = take small sips. Eat slowly, and be demure. Lay your fork down between = bites. There, much better." After our late lunch, we had coffee. Without being told, I redid my = lipstick while we were waiting for the coffee. When the coffee came, = with no prompting at all, I took my cigarettes and lighter out of my = purse and lit one. This all seemed to suddenly be coming naturally for = me! And, I had started to forget about my fears as no one seemed to be = paying any attention to me. "You have done well this afternoon, but there is still a geat deal of = training to do," said Mistress Donna. "We have many guests who will = arrive tonight, and I will not be able to spend as much time with you. = You are expected to go to the big house at about 7:00, so that you can = welcome our new group of guests. Tomorrow, and for the next two weeks, = you will join them in classes, demonstrations and practical workshops. = If Mistress Shelia has any trouble with you, I will be there. And I = will be checking on you and helping you several times a day, so don't = dissappoint me." She went on, smiling an absolutely beautiful smile, = "you will attend classes on makeup, hair styling, how to select clothes, = diet, how to act in public, and even on how to please a man, if that is = what you wish. I promise you an exciting and eventful two weeks." Those memories are now sweet ones, but they were terrifying events at = the time. I don't have the time now to tell you more, because my plane = is here. But, perhaps I can do more when I get to the Ranch, or even on = the plane. The two weeks I spent there 3 years ago were, shall we say, = like nothing I had done before, and like nothing most people have ever = done. And what happened after my two weeks were up is even more = interesting, but that must wait as my plane is boarding now and I can't = wait to get home, to get dressed again, and to start training some new = members. ------=_NextPart_000_01BC419D.C437E680 Content-Type: application/octet-stream; name="ranch2.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Description: ranch2.txt (Text Document) Content-Disposition: attachment; filename="ranch2.txt" THE RANCH, PART 2 I'm home! Thank goodness, its so nice to be back! Its about 9:00 = tonight, and I've been back since 4:00 this afternoon. I have some = quiet time, so I thought I'd work some more on putting my memories down = on paper. In the first part of my history, I told you how I was tricked by a = girlfriend into going to the Ranch, and how I later ended up on the = staff there. The girlfriend got me there on the pretext of a vacation, = slipped something into my drink before we got there, and then staged = some pictures of me in a compromising situation with another man. She = threatened to send the pictures out if I didn't voluntarily go along = with the program. The "program" was that the Ranch was a place that = taught men how to impersonate women and I had to either go through with = the training or have my life ruined with those horrible pictures. On my = first afternoon there, one of the staff members, Mistress Donna, had = made me shave my legs, underarms and everything; she had made me up, had = my hair and nails done, and then dressed me in feminine clothes. =20 I had been typing this at the airport in Atlanta, waiting for my plane = to bring me home to the Ranch, and got interrupted just when I was about = to tell you about my first evening as a woman. Now, I'm home again at = the Ranch, and what a relief it is! The first thing I did when I got back to the Ranch today, after checking = in with my office, was to draw myself a hot, luxurious bubble bath. How = nice it was to lower my body into the perfumed water! After soaking for = a good 20 minutes, I lovingly shaved my legs and underarms, got out of = the tub and patted myself dry. My face showed no sign of facial hair, = the result of electrolysis which was a fringe benefit of working here. = I had a 5:00 appointment at the salon to get my hair and nails done = again, so I had to hurry. Just a minimal amount of makeup, and then I = put on the clothes I love so well; for tonight, just a simple sheath = dress. Today had been the end of the last two week cycle, and tomorrow = started a new one, but tonight there would be virtually no guests at the = Ranch. I slipped into a pair of modest 2" heels, and went to the salon. Vanessa was still my favorite hair dresser, and before long, she had my = hair looking gorgeous again and my nails painted. My nails had been cut = a little shorter than I like, but longer than my family liked, for the = visit, so Vanessa had to use acrylics to get them back to their normal = length; it would only take a few weeeks for them to grow out, but I = hated them short! I went to the staff restaurant to grab a quick bite to eat and to catch = up on the news. Donna and Tamara were at a table by themselves, so I = joined them. Tamara had a marveously funny story about a new client = that had just cycled through; he was a football player from one of those = athletic factories in the east, and weighed over 250 pounds. We get our = share of them, and you never know what to expect. Anyway, at first, he = kept telling Tamara that his "vacation" with us was his girlfriend's = idea, but after the first week, he admitted that it was really his = boyfriend's idea. On his last day, he couldn't decide whether to tell = the NFL he wasn't interested so he could dress full time. Tamara = assured him that we had affiliates in most of the big cities, and we = could accomodate him. We all got a good natured laugh when Tamara told = us how much he had ended up loving the Ranch; that happens pretty = frequently, but we don't get that many professional calibre atheletes. = I could tell you who he is, but that would violate our policy and might = hurt his career. Before I go back to my memories of my first stay at the Ranch, I need to = mention our affiliate system. This is something I am especially proud = of, since it was originally my idea and project. When I first came to the Ranch, it was an autonomous operation. = Everyone seemed to know there was another, smaller club in Hong Kong = that was similar, and everyone suspected there were other smaller = operations in other places, but there was certainly no network like = there is now. The Ranch had started out as a small operation that grew over the years. = A typical client would come for a couple of weeks and then leave. Some = would return every year for, shall we say, continuing education, and = some would come 3 or 4 times a year. But it was kind of a hit and miss = situation, and not a very profitable operation. Two years ago, one of the clients commented to me how nice it would be = if there were clubs like this in every large metropolitan area. It got = me thinking. I approached the owner with my idea, and we tried our = first satellite operation that very same month, with a small estate = owned by a client, and located just outside of New York. The approach = we took was, in al modesty, brilliant. A client would come to the Ranch for two weeks of training. We would = teach him everything we could in those two weeks; how to dress, how to = apply makeup, how to act, how to do his nails, how to take care of a = wig, how to style his hair so he could wear it as a male or female, and = all the necessary things. For those clients who wanted us to, we would = help them with a new wardrobe. But many of our clients were in = situations that prohibited them from taking everything home on the plane = with them, so we would often end up selling things in our own Ranch = thrift shop. While society has softened considerably in its attitude toward cross = dressers, there is still a great deal of prejudice. A lot of of our = clients come here with their wives, which we encourage, and quite a few = have tolerant spouses. But a suprising number, and still a majority, = have to make up some outlandish lie to get away here for two weeks. = Since we are in the middle of golf country, it is usually a story about = going to an intensive golf resort, and we do offer pro lessons. But how = many times can a man get away with that? My solution was the affiliate system. On a trial basis, we sold = memberships that would allow a client to spend two weeks with us, become = members, and have the right to use any of our affiliate locations. The = demand for this service was high, and before long we had thousands of = members and locations in almost every large metropolitan area in the = states. Heres how my idea works. Lets say Bob is a corporate executive with a = large chemical company. His work frequently takes him from his home = near Chicago to New York, Los Angeles, Atlanta and Philadelphia. Bob = loves to cross dress, but his family doesn't know. He takes silly risks = when he travels, and its fun, but he can't really take a wardrobe with = him on the plane. He's frustrated and wants to make some changes. By = the way, Bob is a member now, and Bob is his real name, but I won't tell = you his last name or the company he works for. Bob manages to find out about us, gets a referral and visits for two = weeks, telling his family it is a golf resort. He's got plenty of money = and spends a couple of thousand dollars, over and above the cost of the = two weeks, on clothes, shoes and accessories. Bob is offered a = membership at the end of his two weeks, and he gladly pays the seemingly = exorbitant annual fees. He is happy, and we have made a lot of money = giving him what he wants. The next time Bob goes to New York, he calls our 800 number. We like a = couple of days notice, but, for a fee, can accomplish almost anything. = Bob arrives in New York. Depending on how he wants things handled, we = can make delivery to his hotel room, but more often, he checks into the = room and then takes a cab to our affiliate location. When he gets = there, we have shipped his entire wardrobe and anything else he needs. = We have experienced staff on hand to help him with makeup, shopping or = whatever else he needs. We usually have enough members at a big city = that we can arrange a group outing to the theatre or restaurants or = other safe places we find. Bob loves it, because he doesn't have to try = to hide his clothes and things from his family, and because it is = absolutely safe. By day, he attends to corporate business, and by = night, he has a glorious feminine experience. By the way, we have 3 = locations in New York now, and are looking for another one because of = the demand. Oh, enough about our affiliates. I'm sitting here at the Ranch in my = apartment, dressed and made up properly for the first time in two weeks. = I love the look and feel of my truely feminine home, and it feels so = good to be back into my stylish women's clothes, with my hair and nails = done. Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, legs crossed at the ankles, = with panties, bra, nightgown and robe on. I've got a glass of chilled = white wine, and I just lit a cigarette which is sitting in the very = feminine crystal ashtray on my right. I pick it up between my two = fingers with long painted nails, take a deep drag and exhale lazily as I = admire the lipstick marks I leave on the white filter. But it wasn't = always this comfortable, and I must get back to my memoirs about my = first visit to the Ranch. My first night at the Ranch was a whirlwind of confusion. Shelia and I = had toured the grounds, and I remember my feet were killing me because I = wasn't used to high heels. I also remember I was starving, because they = didn't give me enough food to feed a bird. But surprisingly, after a = couple of hours, and after seeing that everyone on the property (except = for some male staff members) was dressed like me, I started to relax. = If I could just get through these two weeks, and get thoee pictures = back, this would all be behind me! After a very light dinner, Shelia had reminded me to freshen my powder = and lipstick and showed me how. We had an after dinner drink, and as = Shelia reached into her purse for a cigarette, she asked me to join her = and I did. The cigarette didn't taste as funny as before, and I didn't = choke or cough at all. Shelia was sitting right beside me, and after we = finished our cigarettes, leaned over and gave me the first kiss since we = had arrived here, and it was a long and delicious kiss, the taste of our = freshly applied lipsticks mingling in an altogether wonderful sensuous = feeling. She took my hand and told me how proud she was of me, and then = suggested we go to the nightclub. The nightclub was in a building near the big house. It was, to all = appearances, a typical big city nightclub with recorded music blaring in = a smoky room. Shelia and I grabbed a table near the dance floor, = ordered drinks and just watched for a while. Then Mistress Donna showed = up. "Good evening ladies," said Mistress Donna. "Are you girls enjoying the = Ranch?" Shelia smiled, and said she was having a wonderful time. She kicked me = under the table, and I said I was enjoying myself too. "Thats wonderful, Chontelle," said Mistress Donna. "Since you are here, = and having a good time, we can continue with your lessons." She looked = across the room, snapped her finger, and one of the few people dressed = as males came over to the table. "Yes, Mistress Donna," he said. "What is your pleasure?" He was about the same height as Mistress Donna in her heels, which made = him taller than me, even in my heels. He had sandy brown hair and = appeared very fit and strong in his tuxedo. "Miss Chontelle here would like to dance," said Mistress Donna. "But = she doesn't know how and needs some lessons. Please help her." Before I knew it, I was on the dance floor with this large, attractive = man, and I was scared witless again. He took me in his arms for a slow = dance and forcefully led me through the dance as he told me what to do. = It took a little practice, but it was actually easier than leading, and = before long, I had the hang of it. It was strangely exhilirating to be = the one being led rather than being the one leading. Except for the = feeling of being close to a girl, I had never really enjoyed dancing, = but this was different. The feel of my skirt flaring out on fast = numbers, and my long hair dancing with the music somehow made it much = more emjoyable than when I had danced as a man. I must have danced with him for at least a dozen songs. He led me back = to the table, where Shelia reminded me to freshen my lipstick and powder = my nose. I did, and then took a cigarette from my purse. Before I = could light it, the dancer had a lighter out and lit if for me, as I = steadied his hand. This was another altogether new experience that was = sensationally enjoyable! Shelia and I danced a few times, as girls do, and not as a girl and a = guy. I had a little too much to drink and with the little bit of food I = had eaten that day, was pretty giddy. She took me back to our bungalow, = and showed me how to remove my makeup with cleanser, and how to use = toner. When she finished, I started looking for something to sleep in, = but all my suitcases were gone! "Shelia, what am I supposed to wear to sleep in?" I couldn't very well = sleep nude with those heavy breasts still attached to my chest. "Where = are all my clothes?" "Honey," she answered, "you are doing so good. You can get your things = back when we leave, but you won't need them until then. You need to = keep a bra on, and panties, and you can sleep in this nightgown. = Tomorrow, we'll go to their shops and get you some more things." "Shelia, this has gone far enough," I said. "I've been good, I = undertand now what you meant about me not respecting women. Can't I = please get out of here". "Chontelle," she replied, "I paid for two weeks, and you're getting two = weeks no matter what. Remember, any complaints, any defiance, and those = fake polaroids of you with that guy are going to your family and every = prospective employer you ever go to. Besides, I think you are enjoying = this, just a little." I was starting to enjoy the experience, but I wasn't about to let her = know. So I put on my bra, and slid the night gown over my head. Before = I knew it, I was fsst alseep, with the strangest dreams running through = my head. The next morning we were awakened by a knock on the door at about 7:00. = It was Mistress Donna. "Well, good morning Chontelle," she said. "I'm = here to help you get ready for your first full day here at the Ranch. = I'll have some coffee while you bathe, and then I'll help you with your = makeup and get you started on today's schedule." And with that, she let = herself in and I went in to bathe. When I got out of the tub, dressed only in a bra, panties and a robe, I = sat down with Shelia and Mistress Donna to have a cup of coffee and a = cigarette. The cigarette tasted really good, and went great with the = coffee, and I knew I had mastered this new habit. Mistress Donna then = had me sit at the makeup mirror, and told me to start with my own = makeup. I did ok with the foundation, but had trouble with the eye = makeup, but fear made me a quick student. She pulled my now long hair = back into a pony tail and handed me a leotard and a pair of tights, = since I was going to exercise class. "Chontelle," said Mistress Donna, "our exercises have been developed = especially for girls like you. They will, of course, help you lose = weight. More importantly, they will reshape your body quite a bit if = you religiously follow the routine. If you ever want to pass as a girl = in the real world, you need to have slimmer arms and legs, narrower = shoulders and a little more rounded tush. Big biceps just won't get it. = So get dressed, and I'll take you to our exercise class while Mistress = Shelia gets herself ready for the day." Mistress Donna then took me to what looked like a large dance studio. = There must have been 100 "girls", all dressed like me, in our class, and = Mistress Donna told me that the class was repeated every hour to = accomodate all of the clients who wished to take it. Class started = slowly, with stretchig, and then ballet type moves, but I quickly = noticed that my legs and buns were burning, while my arms were hardly = tired at all. It was kind of amusing to watch the mascara and makeup = running down everyone's face, but I knew I was no different. After class, my tired body was bathed again, and fresh makeup appled. = This time, I did much better on my own, but Mistress Donna did help with = my hair. She selected a dress for today and told me that I had to do = some shopping to get some new things. I asked her what was in store for = me that day, and she told me the schedule. "First," she said, "you get a light breakfast of fruit, juice and = coffee. We've got to really hold your calories down to get rid of some = of that weight. Then, makeup class and demonstration from 10 to 11, and = a class on dressing to accentuate your feminine appearance from 11 to = 12. 12 to 2 is free time, but you need to get some shopping done and = I'll help you. From 2 to 3, we have voice lessons, and from 3 to 4, = comportment--you need to learn to walk, sit and carry yourself like a = regular woman. Every day at 4, we have classes on hair styles and how = to manage your own, or you can attend a second class on voice, which I = recommend for you." I couldn't believe what a full schedule it was! The first week passed in a blur. Every day, Mistress Donna was a the = door at 7:00 AM, and she had me going until 5:00 or 6:00 at night. Then = it was back to the bungalow for a rest, bath, new makeup and out to the = nightclubs and restaurants until midnight or later. I was so tired and = so busy, I kind of got into a routine and did as I was told. Shelia had = taken me shopping at the Ranch's own shops and I had what seemed like an = incredible variety of new outfits, high heels, flats, jewelry and = everything else. I had quickly slipped into what seemed like a new = personna, and no longer thought anything of fixing my lipstick after = eating, or going to the bathroom sitting down. And it seemed the most = natural thing in the world to sit with my legs crossed at the thighs, my = right elbow cupped in my left hand while I enjoyed an after dinner = smoke. By Wednesday of the second week, I knew I only had two more days of this = charade, and then I could get those damned pictures back and get on with = my life. But I found myself getting wistful about the Ranch. This had = been fun, and I had learned an awful lot. It seemed like a shame to let = all this new ability go to waste, and what about all my new clothes? I = did kind of enjoy this dressing up, and women's clothes were so much = prettier and more comfortable than what I had been used to. My weight was down to almost 150, and what a difference that made in = clothes! And, I can remember thinking, I really need to leave some sort = of earrings in for at least a couple more weeks so the holes in my ears = don't heal over. I actually found myself trying to figure out how to = prolong my stay! But, I wasn't ready to admit that to myself or anyone = else, not just yet. Thursday morning I woke up before Mistress Donna arrived to get me going = to my exercise class. I had graduated to waterproof makeup, which I = wore for exercise class and when we went to the pool during our brief = time off during the day. Sitting there on the stool, I realized that = putting on makeup was now as natural as brushing my teeth, and all of a = sudden I realized that this might be the last day I ever did this. I = took special care with my makeup, especially my eyes, which I could by = then do as expertly as Mistress Donna could. After putting on lipstick, = I got into my tights and leotard, threw on an oversized T-shirt, and met = Mistress Donna outside the door, before she could wake Shelia with a = knock on the door. When she came, I asked her if we could get some = coffee and chat for a bit before class. We went to the outdoor part of the restaurant and ordered coffee. When = it came, I reached over and took a cigarette from Mistress Donna's pack, = and unconsciously pulled it out with my long, red fingernails. I held = it at the end of my index and middle fingers, held it to my lips and lit = it with Donna's lighter. I exhaled a long plume of gray blue smoke, and = Donna laughed. "Chontelle," she said, "you have no idea how perfect you = look when you do that. If you smoke like that when you are dressed as a = man, in the outside world, you're going to quickly give yourself away." "Mistress Donna," I said, "I need to talk about that. When I came here, = it wasn't exactly of my own free will, but now it seems so right. I = love the look and feel of these clothes. I can't imagine wearing wool = suits and starched shirts. Any my face just looks so much better with = foundation, and eye makeup and lipstick. I just don't know what I'm = going to do out there." Donna smiled. "Chontelle, that happens to a lot of people. When I = first came here, at least I thought it was what I wanted. I have been = dressing since I was a child, and as soon as I could save the money to = come here, I did. After my first two weeks, I went home, but I started = dressing more and more. I came back 6 months after my first visit, and = when I went home that time, I made up my mind that I wanted to do this = all the time. It took me another two years to save enough money for = surgery...." I interupted her. "You mean you're a guy?", I asked incredulously. "No," she answered. "I was a guy, but no longer. And I can pass, as = you know, under any circumstances. But I came back here to help others, = and frankly, because I can make about 10 times what I could make as a = secretary or something out there." I had a million questions, and she didn't have answers for all of them. = But I knew I had some thinking to do. Sitting here in my beautiful room, three years later, knowing what I = know now, and knowing who I am now, it is almost amusing to think back = on my confusion at the end of that first two weeks as a woman. Back = then, I wondered if something was wrong with me; now I know that it just = is. As I get up and pour myself another glass of wine, I can't help but = smile at my image in the mirror on the wall; tall, thin, gorgeous long = blonde hair and painted nails. My robe is open and my breasts, so firm = and so proud, are pushing against the thin fabric of my nightgown as my = hips roll from side to side when I walk in that seductive manner we = teach here. I sit back down, brush the hair out of my face with my = hand, and feel my favorite gold hoop earring, I light another = cigarette, and for the umpteenth time, thrill at the sight of my = lipstick on the white filter. But, back to my memories. My last day at the Ranch was like most other days, except for the = wistful feelings I had. I didn't want the day to end, and stayed up way = too late at the nightclub. I wanted to dance every dance, and I wasn't = the only one as tomorrow, Friday, was checkout day for the outgoing = clients and check in day for the next group. But, finally, it came to = an end, and I went back to the bungalow with Shelia, changed into my = nightgown and fell fast asleep. Friday morning came much too soon. My body clock woke me up well before = 7:00 AM, and on automatic pilot, I started putting on my makeup. Shelia = came in the bathroom and started laughing, saying, "what are you doing? = Today you get to go back to being William, unless you don't want to." "Oh my god, I forgot. You're right. How do I get this hair weave stuff = out and these breasts off?," I responded. "Mistress Donna will be here at 7:00," answered Shelia, "and she knows = what she's doing." Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Shelia let Mistress Donna = in the room. She looked as gorgeous and as imposing as ever. And in = her hand, she had a suitcase I had not seen in 2 weeks--my suitcase. "Good morning, Chontelle and Shelia," she said. "You have to get ready = to return home now. Some new lucky person will be in this bungalow = tonight." "I'm ready, more than ready," I said. "If you can get these breasts off = me and this extra hair out of mine, I'll change and be ready in a = second." "Thats why I'm here, Chontelle," she answered. "Take this solvent and = moisten a cotton pad with it. Work it around the breast forms until you = get the edges lose and just keeping working down. I'll help you with = your hair while you're working on that." I did as she told me and in about 5 minutes had them off. It really = felt funny not to have them on, but I was certain I would get used to = it. "What do I do with them?", I asked. "Put them in these plastic cases, and take some of the surgical glue and = solvent, and just throw them in your suitcase. The solvent is really = just acetone, so its easy to replace, The glue is a surgical glue you = can get at any medical supply house," Mistress Donna said as she = finished up removing the woven hair from my own. I quickly dressed in = my old clothes for the first time, and my first impression was of how = rough they felt, and how ugly my face looked, but I wasn't about to = complain. But, I no longer looked like the me I had come to know! "Ok, Shelia, I kept my end of the deal," I said. "Give me the pictures = and lets go." "Aren't you forgetting something?", she asked. "Are you gonna get on = the airplane with your nails still done?" But she handed me the = pictures, which I tore up and lit on fire in the ashtray. That ended = that threat! =20 We just had time for breakfast before having to get to the airport. We = sat down together, just Shelia and I, at the outdoor cafe, where for the = first time since we had arrived, there were lots of people dressed in = men's clothing. After a bowl of fruit, Shelia took out her lipstick and = re-applied it to her lips. Seeing me, apparently unconsciously looking = for my missing purse, she handed me her lipstick and just laughed when, = without thinking, I put it on. Then I lit a cigarette from the pack on = the table, and as I looked at the coral lipstick marks on the filter, it = hit me----I was dressed as a guy, but was so tuned in to dressing as a = woman that I didn't even think about fixing my lipstick; I just did it! = I laughed, and told Shelia I would have to be careful for a while. "Are you still mad at me?", she asked. "It wasn't so bad, was it? And = you are a lot nicer and kinder." "Shelia, I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe later, but = right now, I just want to get out of here," was my answer. I know now that I should have told her exactly what I was thinking, like = I had told Donna the morning before. But there was still a vestige of = the macho jerk in me, and I just didn't want her to know how I really = felt. So I kept it to myself. The trip home was uneventful. We went back to her apartment, because I = had given up the lease on my little student apartment, and she had a = real place because she had a real job. It was late when we got back = home, and we went out for a quick bite to eat. I kept having to watch = myself because I tended to go in the wrong bathroom, and I felt = uncomfortable in my clothes. What I really wanted to do was to go home = and change back into Chontelle, but I wasn't about to give Shelia the = satisfaction. That night, I couldn't sleep, and tossed and turned all night. Saturday = morning, I woke up and did my exercises, and had my now accustomed light = breakfast and coffee. Shelia was still in bed, and I snuck some = lipstick out of her purse and put it on while I had coffee and a = cigarette; I just couldn't help it! Monday came, and Shelia went back to work. I had followup letters to do = and interviews to set up, so I stayed home. Shelia wasn't gone 30 = minutes, when I started to unpack and realized she or Donna had put my = makeup in a set of black cosmetic bags in my luggage. Without even = thinking about it, I quickly did my face and eyes, and put on lipstick. = I searched for something to wear, but none of Shelia's things were large = enough, so I settled for a robe I found in her closet, a pair of her = panties, and a bra that was about 3 sizes too small. What was going on = here, I thought to myself? That pretty much set the pattern for the next few weeks. Shelia would = go to work, and I would stay home and put makeup on. I would wash it = off before she got home. I was wearing little hoop earrings, very = masculine, to keep the holes open, but as soon as she left, I would put = in a pair of her feminine earrings. I hid all this from her, as well as = my growing sense of dissatisfaction. A week after we got back, a shipment of boxes arrived for Shelia from = Arizona. It was all the beautiful things we had purchased for me at the = Ranch! I couldn't wait to get them back on, but I feigned disinterest = until Shelia left the next day for work. When Shelia left for work the day after the boxes came, I rushed into = the bathroom and drew a warm bubble bath. After soaking for about 15 = minutes, I shaved my legs and underarms for the first time since leaving = the Ranch. Critically, and with a now trained and practiced eye, I = plucked the stray hairs from my eyebrows and started in on my makeup. I = was so excited and so relieved at the same time! After I did my makeup, I found a wig that we had purchased at the Ranch = for those occassions when I wanted the look of longer hair. Before I = put it on, I carefully broke open the boxes until I found the skirt and = blouse I was looking for--the short denim skirt with the pale peach = blouse. I slipped on one of my bras and inserted the breast forms = without bothering to glue them to me. The tan colored hose and a pair = of padded panties were next, and then the skirt and blouse. I was = hurrying much too fast, but it had been so long, it seemed! =20 My jewelry had made the trip back too, and I quickly found my rings, = necklaces, bracelets and earrings. A pair of sandals with 2" heels, a = little lipstick, and I was Chontelle again. Oh, I loved it, and I knew = I couldn't give it up! I looked so good, and I felt so right, that I = decided to go out shopping at our mall. That started the most glorious day I could remember up until then. I = spent the whole day as Chontelle, shopping, having lunch and just being = me. It was so grand that I hated to see it end, but I knew I had to get = back. Unfortunately, I didn't get home in time to change before Shelia = got home, but I didn't think she would care. After all, this had been = her idea! Well, Shelia did care. She told me she hadn't bargained for this, and = threw me out, to make a long story short. And there I was, 24 years = old, with 2 suitcases of student type clothing and guy things, and 3 = wardrobe boxes full of female clothes. Shelia gave me 3 days to find = someplace to go and get my things out. That started the worst period of my life. I found a little walk up = apartment in a really bad part of town. Despite my MBA degree, I just = didn't feel like a regular suit and tie job, so I took a job as a = waiter. I refused to start trimming my nails or hair, because I was = spending as much time as possible as Chontelle. With my long, oval = shaped nails, my arched eyebrows, and my increasingly long hair, the = rest of the staff was sure I was gay, but I didn't care. I spent the = days as Chontelle, and the nights as a waiter, except for the nights = off, when I would go bar hopping as Chontelle. After 5 or 6 months of this lifestyle, I was doing things I had never = thought of doing. Drinking had become my escape, and when I was dressed = as Chontelle and drunk, there was almost nothing I wouldn't do. Its a = miracle I didn't catch some horrible diseases. I started essentially = prostituting with a transsexual named Marilyn, taking hormones and = started electrolysis. For a brief time, I even considered sexual = reassingment surgery. The gay guys usually didn't care when they found out about Marilyn and = me, and about half of the straight guys didn't care. We would go into a = bar, buy a couple of drinks, get some guy or lesbian to start buying us = drinks, and then go home with them. If the guy was obviously gay, we = would let him know what we were, but not if it was a lesbian or a = straight guy, or if we couldn't be sure. I kept up my exercises and = continued to lose weight and I bet a lot of the straight guys never even = figured me out. I really didn't care at that point in my life. After 5 or 6 months, I just stopped. I woke up one day and decided I = was going to get killed or get AIDS or just drink myself to death. So I = stopped. I quit cruising the bars, but I never stopped dressing; it was = too much a part of my life by then. I was Chontelle more than I was = William, and I couldn't let it go! Oh god, look at the time! My first night back at the Ranch after two = weeks, and here I am up until 1:00 AM telling my story. And its a story = that may never see the light, unless the others here at the Ranch = approve. And I've got a new group coming in tomorrow, and as usual, its = about half repeat members and about half new clients. Where has the = time gone? Well, I need to get my beauty rest, and maybe soon I'll be = able to fill in a few more of the blank pages about my life.=20 ------=_NextPart_000_01BC419D.C437E680--