Tammie's Ordeal part 3

Tammies Ordeal

The story of Tom to Tammie
Please note: There is graphic sexual language contained in the following text. Please be aware before you continue.

Part 3

When I awoke, I was alone. The only sign of Sandy was a note folded in half on the night stand with 'Tammie' written on the front. I noticed it was dark outside, and the clock showed 11:25 p.m. So I had been asleep for several hours. I was no longer wearing the wedding dress, only the corselette and stockings. The wedding dress was draped over the vanity, and my wig was on a wig stand. I reached over and turned on the lamp next to the bed to better read the note. The note said:

Dear Tammie,
I am sorry I was so mean to you this afternoon. I didn't want to hurt you, but
I got a little too drunk and lost my head. When I come home to you tomorrow
after work, I will explain things to you . I will also check on your friend's condition.
Again, I am sorry for the way I treated you.
Love,
Sandy

I got up and went into the bathroom and turned the light on. My face was a mess! There was lipstick and mascara all over my face. I had big black rings around my eyes and some bruises forming on my cheeks. I took off all the clothing I had on and took a shower. My mouth, cheeks, butt and cock hurt. After I toweled dry, I put powder all over my body and returned to the bed room. I fished out a pair of Jockey for Her cotton panties and tank top from Linda's dresser drawer. I turned out the lights and went back to bed. I fell asleep almost immediately.

A gentle shaking woke me out of a sound sleep. When I opened my eyes, Sandy was standing over me in her nurses uniform. She said "Wake up, sleepy head! I brought you home a breakfast sandwich and coffee. Billy is out of danger today, but is still unconscious, so your situation hasn't changed. The police are still looking for Tommy, so you will still need your 'Tammie" disguise. We need to talk about yesterday afternoon before I have to go to bed and get some sleep. I have to work tonight and tomorrow night as well." She gave me a light kiss on the forehead and headed to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it behind her. I got up, took the food and went downstairs to the dining room. I ate the food and cleaned up the mess. I then started to clean the townhouse. Sandy yelled down the stairs "you had better get dressed in case someone comes by here while I'm asleep. I'll see you around 4." with that, I heard her door close. I ignored her request and whiled away my time cleaning and straightening the place up. I did discover a couple of photos under the coffee table, though. One was of Sandy and a tall dark man standing in front of a bar. He looked pretty rough. The other picture was of Sandy and another girl with their arms around each other, hugging. It had been taken in this room! The other girl was very pretty, with dark short hair. She was about Sandy's height. I wondered if that was Linda. I would have to ask her later. When I finished up the cleaning, I turned on the television and watched the talk shows and the news. One of the news features described the robbery and shooting Billy got me into! They showed a picture of Billy lying in the hospital bed with tubes and hoses everywhere. He looked really bad. Then they showed a photo of me! The reporter told of the search going on for me and for the public to be on the look out for me. I was said to be armed and dangerous, a Killer. Billy was still in a coma, and he was my only hope out of this mess. I knew I couldn't show my male self anywhere around here.

Sandy came down at about 4:30 p.m. and got herself a wine cooler from the refrigerator and came in and sat down next to me on the couch. She noticed the photos on the coffee table, and began to cry. "I'm sorry for yesterday" she said. "I didn't mean to do those things to you, but I kind of lost my head." She picked up the photo of her and that man and began to tell me all about him. "That's Larry, my former fiancee in the picture. We were supposed to have gotten married four years ago. We had been dating for a little over three years. He had a drinking problem and often became abusive. He would sometimes go out to some bar alone and I wouldn't hear from him for days. When I did, he acted like it was none of my business what he did. When we had sex, which wasn't often, and only when he wanted, he was rough and not very good at it." she said. I asked what happened to the wedding. Sandy replied " Just before the wedding, I found a Polaroid photo of Larry in a leather outfit with his hand on another man's ass, kissing him. I was totally shocked and outraged. Two days before the wedding, I was trying on the wedding dress, deciding if I wanted to marry him. Larry came barging in to my room, drunk. I confronted him with the picture and he exploded with rage. He told me I was prying into his personal life and slapped me, calling me a meddling bitch and a whore. He stomped out of the room, screaming." "What happened then" I asked. She sobbed "I laid on the bed crying. He came back with the same leather pant outfit in the picture. He then pulled me up by the hair and began slapping me, yelling and screaming at me all the while. He tried to rape me, But he was too drunk to get a hardon. So he forced me to give him a blow job. When he came, which took a while to happen, he punched me and knocked me out. I came to with Linda holding me, wiping my bloody face with a washcloth. I called off the wedding and placed charges of rape against him. He was acquitted in court due to lack of evidence of 'rape'. Supposedly I had asked for it , per the male judge." "Who was Linda" I asked. Sandy said " Linda was my roommate then. After Larry left, I had a hard time dating men. Linda and I became more than roommies, we became lovers." Out of curiosity I asked "What happened to Linda? Why is she at school out of state?" Sandy answered " Linda was bisexual, and she met a man at the school she went to. She became engaged and is to marry this fall. I put my all into my job to keep busy." She looked crestfallen. Then she said "That's why I took an interest in you. You looked so helpless at the hospital. But when I saw how pretty and so feminine you looked when you escaped, I began to get sexually aroused." "Don't you have relations with men? " I stammered. She replied "Not really. I feel intimidated by them." I leaned over and began to kiss her forehead, cheeks and eye lids. I worked my way down her neck and started licking her neck and cleavage. She started to moan and respond. I slid my one hand over her left breast and the other down into the opening of her robe between her legs. She placed her hand on my flat chest for a moment and then pulled her hand back. Sandy then put her hand between my legs on the cotton panties I was wearing and she felt the bulge growing there. She pushed me off of her and sat upright. She said "It just doesn't feel right. I still have bad feelings about males". "What about the sex we had last night?" I asked. She replied "it didn't feel like making love to a man. You felt like a woman with a dildo". With that she got up and headed towards the kitchen. She took some food out of the 'fridge and asked me to prepare dinner. She said she was going to get ready for work and would be back down when dinner was ready. I felt quite depressed. After she went upstairs, I pulled my cock out through the leg band of the panties and beat myself off. I told myself I would try to seduce Sandy again, but differently this time. After I came, I cleaned myself up, picked up the drinks and went about dinner preparations. We ate in subdued silence and Sandy got up from the table and told me to clean things up . She was going to leave early to pick some things up at the store and would see me tomorrow morning.

After Sandy left, and I had cleaned up the dinner dishes, I went to 'my' room. I had decided to welcome Sandy tomorrow in a different way. I went through all the drawers and closet in the room (I remembered to keep out of her room) and selected clothes for when she came home, and after her morning nap. I was going to try hard and please her! After I laid out some clothes on the vanity for tomorrow, I took a long, hot bubble bath. I shaved my legs again and also my arm pits. I paid special attention to the hair still around the base of my penis, trimming very close. I also removed all hair from the scrotum, giving a slightly feminine appearance to that male fixture. When I finished, I toweled off and put lotion on the freshly shaven areas. I shaved my face again closely. I cleaned my face with astringent and powdered all over. I went back into the bedroom and got a robe on and went downstairs to watch TV. I fell asleep after about an hour or so, and woke up at about midnight. I went up to the bedroom and picked up one of the outfits I had selected earlier. I would put it on tonight in case Sandy got home before I got up. I took off the robe and wrapped this black corselette around my waist and fastened it as tight as it would go. I spun it around to face front. I pulled on the spandex gaff and pushed my balls up into the scrotal cavity and pulled my penis back between my legs. When the gaff was in place properly, I then pulled a pair of black hip hugger lace bikini panties up over the gaff, covering it completely, and giving my pubic region a definitely girlish look. I sat down and took a black seamed stocking in hand. I gathered it up and slowly rolled it up my smooth left leg. I fastened it to the garters hanging from the corselette. I duplicated the action on the right leg. I then stood up and lifted the black sheer baby doll nightie over my head and let it fall over my body. As I smoothed it into place, I began to feel a straining in my panties. I resisted the temptation to stroke my ersatz pussy, lest I have to do this all over again! I took the short dark wig and brushed it out and put it back on the wig stand. I also laid out the makeup and breast forms I would need the next morning. Lastly, I put the black 3" heels next to the bed. I set the alarm for 8 a.m., 1/2 hour before Sandy usually got home. I turned out the light and laid out on the bed, slowly feeling my stocking clad legs and smooth crotch. I fell asleep thinking how I would greet Sandy .

The alarm went off and I nearly jumped out of bed. I went to the curtain, looked out and noticed Sandy's car wasn't there yet. I quickly went to the bathroom, struggled out of the double panty arrangement and peed into the toilet, sitting down like a proper lady! I wiped the dribble with a tissue, powdered the area and flushed the toilet. I pulled the gaff up first, tucking my balls inside and prick back again before pulling the black panties up in place. I quickly ran the hand razor over my face again to remove any traces of stubble, and applied astringent. I went back to the vanity and began the makeup. First, Pan-Stik base blended in, and then loose powder dusted on. Next, I blended green and brown eye shadows on my lids and in the crease, adding some shiny white highlighter just at the brows. I then took a black eye liner pencil and thinly outlined both eyes. I applied three coats of mascara to lengthen my lashes, and lightly brushed on some pink blush to my cheeks, making them seem higher. I took a large brush and swept it all over my face to remove any loose makeup powder that would smear the look. I put the wig on and brushed it slightly to achieve an off the face look. I picked out some dark rose lip liner pencil and did all of the lips with it. This way they won't smear during the kissing I was hoping would happen. I heard Sandy's car pull up, so I stepped into the heels and trotted downstairs. There wasn't time for jewelry or nails to go on. I made it to the door just as she put the key in the lock. I struck the sexiest pose I could muster and opened the door for her. I was shaking like a leaf, either from fear or adrenaline. Sandy looked up from the door and her jaw just about dropped! I said "hello, honey. Welcome home!" As she began to smile I pulled her close and kissed her full on the lips. Sandy responded by slipping her tongue between my lips and down my throat. She pushed the door closed with her foot and dropped her purse and carryall bag to the floor. She then wrapped her arms around me and stopped kissing long enough to say "thanks, sweetheart! You look fabulous this morning." With that, we kissed again and she nearly dragged me over to the couch. She then gently pushed me down on my back and laid on top of me, working herself between my legs. She ran one hand up and down my stocking clad legs and the other over my fake titties. She moaned and buried her tongue deep in my mouth while feeling my smoothly shaped crotch Sandy then tried pulling me lower on the couch, nearly knocking the wig off. She spread my legs farther apart and began to slowly dry hump me. Her uniform hem rode up to her waist, and her nylon pantyhose slid electrically against my stocking clad legs. She began to breathe in short pants as she moved faster and faster. Abruptly, she stood up and pulled her pantyhose and panties down and almost off. She still had her nursing shoes on and the hose wouldn't come off. So she straddled my head with her pantyhose around her ankles and whispered hoarsely "please lick me. Do me, PLEASE, sugar!" So I stuck my tongue into her musky damp labia and began to lick for all I was worth. As I brushed her clitoris, she jumped and yelped. Then she ground her pelvis into my face and began to shudder. I nearly gasped for air as she smothered my face with her pussy. All of a sudden, she stiffened and let out a great sigh and squeezed my shoulders with her finger nails so hard I thought she would draw blood. I kept licking and she moved her hips back and forth over my mouth faster and faster. She shuddered again and a warm gooey moisture ran over my face and into my mouth. She then leaned back and sort fell off me on to the floor. Meanwhile, I was as hard as a telephone pole in my panties, despite the constricting gaff and panties I still wore. As I began to stroke my immense hardon through the silky panties, Sandy sat up and began to kiss and lick my face, tasting her own cum. She also pushed my hand away from my crotch and worked her hand inside the waist band of the panties and gaff. She stroked me as she slowly slid the front of the garment down enough to release my burgeoning cock from its confines. She grasped it at the base and started to stroke it up and down. When she had licked my face clean, she turned to my prick and began to kiss the head while manipulating the shaft with her fingers. I came almost immediately, shooting cum in her mouth and on her face. She continued to milk my tool with her hand as she leaned back and kissed me again, this time letting my cum dribble from her mouth and face into my mouth. It tasted salty, but not altogether unpleasant. For some strange reason, I kissed her back, licking her face clean as well. Sandy spoke first, saying " that was really wonderful. I haven't been welcome home like that EVER! You look so very attractive, so feminine! You did a superb job in changing into Tammie. I'm going up to take a shower and catch a little nap. I hope Tammie will be around when I wake up!" Sandy winked at me. She kissed me once more and proceeded to take off her shoes and pantyhose, and walk up the stairs. I just laid there until I could hear Sandy get into bed. I then went up and cleaned myself up, carefully removing the sexy clothing I was wearing. I looked at the outfit I was planning on wearing when Sandy awoke. Tammie would certainly be there! I put on a robe and slippers and went downstairs to kill some time until Sandy woke.

At about 3:30 p.m. I went back to 'my' room to begin the second phase of my plan. After refreshing my shave, I reapplied my makeup. I was a little heavier handed than this morning. Eye shadow darker and more of it. Heavier eye liner and some lid shadow along the lower lid lash line. I took the black sheer to the waist pantyhose and pulled them slowly up my legs, enjoying the feeling. I then picked up the black body suit with cut-out shoulders and pulled it on, fastening the crotch snaps. I pulled the black jersey miniskirt up over my hips and smoothed it in place. I wrapped a wide black contour belt around my waist. I finished off the ensemble with the black 3' high heels. I brushed the wig back into place. After admiring myself (too much, I think!) I went in the bathroom and applied some Charlie perfume I found, as well as a pair of silver clip earrings. Satisfied with the look, I went downstairs to await Sandy's reappearance, taking a set of Lee press-on nails in deep red to match the lip liner I was still wearing with me. About 5 minutes after I finished with the artificial nails, I could hear Sandy moving about in her room. When Sandy finally came down, I was stunned to see the vision slinking down the stairway. She was wearing a red low cut spandex mini-jumper over a sheer white peasant blouse. Her white lace pushup bra was plainly visible underneath. She wore white sheer nylons that must have been stockings, since the top welt showed ever so slightly below the hem. She wore an impossible 4 1/2" red high heel pumps. The finishing touch however, was the long curly blonde wig she had on her head. I inadvertently let out a low whistle. Sandy stopped at the base of the stairs and asked "you like?" What's not to like, I mused. She did a model's spin and walk, like she had done it all her life. She walked over to me and took my hand in hers. She said "turn around and let me look at you." I complied, trying to imitate the actions I saw Sandy use moments before. As I faced away from her, she felt my ass up and let out a low whistle similar to my earlier one. As I completed the turn, Sandy pulled me to her and kissed me, placing one hand behind my head, and the other on my rear end. She began to probe with her tongue, and I yielded to her advances. Soon we were in a tight embrace, feeling up each other's body. We stood like that for what seemed forever. Sandy then took my hand in hers and led me to the couch. She saw the look in my eyes and said "no, this won't be a slam-bam-thank-you-maam like this morning. I want us both to savor this!". With that we both sat down demurely. I leaned over and put my head on her shoulder, ear to ear and whispered "You are making me sooo hot, baby! I can't believe I am dressed like this with a beautiful sex kitten like you next to me.". Sandy responded by licking my ear and earring, and sticking her tongue inside my ear. She ran her right hand down off my left shoulder and along my arm. She then lightly cupped my left 'breast' with her hand and began to fondle it. As I turned towards her I broke the suction with her tongue and my ear with a loud pop. I kissed her lightly on the lips, nibbling first the bottom and then the top. Sandy impaled her tongue in the depths of my mouth. By this time we were exploring each others bodies with our hands. As we reached under each others skirts, we both spread our legs to make things easier at the same tome. Sandy mumbled a laugh, but kept on playing 'tongue hockey' with me any way. She slid her left leg up and over my right knee to make access to her warm snatch easier. As I reached the top of her stockings I could feel the steamy warmth of her pussy radiating downward. I slipped a finger up and directly into her dripping cunt. She was wearing either no panty, or crotchless panties! I started to rub her clit as she gingerly stroked my own 'pussy'. She mumbled something about it feeling just like a girls crotch. Sandy gently pushed me down on my back, nearly bending me in half over my left leg. She lifted my right leg up and draped it over the back of the couch. She then proceeded to pull her skirt up to her hips and laid down on top of me between my legs and began to hump me, resting at arms length. She lowered herself to me and began to kiss with fervor. I wrapped my legs around her midsection as best I could. The more I squeezed her, the harder and faster she humped. soon we were in rhythm and the friction of her against my silky crotch brought me to orgasm. When she sensed I was cumming, she pushed her hand down between our crotches and rubbed me as fast as she could. I nearly exploded! As I shuddered, Sandy climbed up and positioned her sopping pussy over my face and lowered herself on my face. The more I licked, the harder she ground her gash into my face. I could barely breathe, but I was determined to make her cum too. Soon she was bouncing up and down screaming "yes yes yes yes yes YESSSSSS do me baby now NOW owow ah owowowowowowow YAAAAAAA!!!!!". She collapsed on me, panting and shuddering.

When she caught her breath after a few minutes, she guided me to a sitting position and she stood up, straightening her skirt. She then pulled me up to her and gave me a long soul kiss, smoothing down my skirt. She took my hand and pulled me up the stairs behind her. She led me to her bedroom and laid on the bed with me standing next to her. She then lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist, and did the same with mine. Sandy reached between my legs and unsnapped the body suit, and pulled the panties and pantyhose down enough to expose my somewhat limp cock. She reached over to her night stand and opened the top drawer, withdrawing a small plastic package. She tore it open and began to roll a condom on my rapidly hardening shaft. When it was in place, Sandy pulled it into her waiting mouth. She grabbed my ass with one hand and pulled me into her, stroking the base with the other. I was going out of my mind with ecstasy. When I was sufficiently hard for her needs, Sandy took the prick out of her mouth and guided me on top of her, guiding my rod into her pussy with her free hand. I duplicated the motions Sandy had used earlier downstairs. Slowly I pumped into her, enjoying the feeling. Sandy kept picking up the pace, faster and faster. Her head was rolling back and forth, her eyes fixed on me with a demonic look. Before I had a chance to cum, Sandy bucked and screamed "I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Fuck me girl!!!" She relaxed her death grip on me with her legs, and I was able to increase my stroke and power. Just as I came for the second time tonight Sandy moaned "OH OH OH OH Its here AGAIN! OH OH OH YESSSSSSS" as she met my slams against her cunt, cumming again and again. We both collapsed in sweat and heavy breathing. I began to roll off her when she wrapped her legs around me tightly and rolled on her side. "Stay close to me please, lover!". With that I relaxed and fell asleep in her arms and legs almost immediately.

It was well after midnight when I was aware of us cuddling side by side. Sandy had removed her dress, but she was still in her hose and garter belt. She wore no bra or panties. I was still fully dressed, however. I unhooked her garter belt and carefully rolled her stockings down her legs. I then took off my skirt and body suit. As I reached around to unfasten my bra, Sandy said "Please Hon, leave your bra and hose on. Just remove the condom and tuck your penis back in place. Then come back to bed with me, lover. The next morning we got up and showered together, washing each other. Sandy made me up and had me wear suntan pantyhose, a denim short skirt and the low white heels with a white sleeveless top. She dressed in pantyhose too, denim Daisy Dukes shorts and a white halter top. She adjusted my short wig and away we went to breakfast. Over the next couple of weeks, we went everywhere together. Shopping, movies, dinner etc. I dressed enfemme at all times, becoming very comfortable in my feminine persona, even when we had 'lesbian' sex (which was nearly every day). Sandy even sent me out by myself grocery shopping or to the video store when she napped after work . One morning Sandy came home from work quite agitated. She said "Billy is starting to come out of his coma now. Nobody but me and one of my friends that work on his floor know as of yet. We're keeping him asleep with drugs for now, but it is only a matter of time before the truth be known. I think you should visit him very soon during my shift and tell him what happened and what danger you are in". I noticed an uncertainty in her eyes, a kind of a sadness. I whined "How am I going to get near enough to him with out getting caught?". "Simple, silly" she beamed. "The same way you got out. In one of my uniforms, though. I'll get you a pair of shoes that fit. No one will recognize you, especially at that hour". The look of despair then returned to her face. I walked over to her and took her around the shoulder and asked "what's bothering you, then?". She began to sob and said "When you are cleared, and you have no reason to hide anymore, I will lose my best and closest girlfriend". I tilted her head towards me, brushed the hair out of her eyes and wiped a tear from her face and said "I'll always be your girlfriend, and your lover! I love you, Sandy darling". Her eyes brightened and a smile spread across her pretty face. She grabbed my head and gave me a big kiss. "Thanks Tammie! I love you too, lover!" she said happily.

We planned to do it the next night, since Sandy would be off work for a week beginning after this shift. We got an early bed time and awoke early enough to prepare me for the hospital visit. While I showered and shaved extra close, Sandy called her work mate on Billy's floor and asked her to hold the extra dosage they were secretly giving him. I turned out my best makeup performance yet and got dressed in a white corselette that Sandy had provided. I pulled on a pair (only one this time!) of nurses legs white support pantyhose, and put on one of Sandy's spare uniforms. This one was similar to the last one I wore, coming just below my knees. Sandy said it was less noticeable that way, although I had nice legs and should show them off more. I blushed! As I put my feet into the shoes Sandy purchased for me, she brought over the wig she wanted me to wear. Not the short dark one, but the long, curly blonde one. She said it would make me look a lot like one of the other nurses on the floor, who had just gone on vacation. We checked everything twice, and when Sandy was satisfied, we left. Tonight, Sandy drove her car to work, something she never did. She said "After you see Billy and straighten things out, drive yourself home. Come back tomorrow morning and pick me up after my shift. Wear the dark wig and casual clothes. Wait near the bus stop for me. She parked in the nurses overnight lot and we walked in a rear entrance, accessed by sliding her ID badge through a card reader. We walked up a back set of stairs and she had me wait in the stairwell on Billy's floor. Sandy went down and punched in. She hurried back and said "wait here until I check the floor. Then I'll send my friend Lorrie for you. She will take you to his room and guard the door until you finish. She will bring you back here. Leave immediately. Here are my car keys. See you tomorrow". With that, she put the keys in my purse and gave me a big kiss.

Shortly after she left, the hall door opened and a short attractive Filipino nurse looked out at me. I felt self conscious and stepped back, not knowing what she knew about me. She grabbed my arm and said "I Lorrie. Hurry, missy. Must go now. No wait!". We scurried to a room next to the nurses station. No one was around. Lorrie put a stethoscope in my hand, took my purse, and pushed me in the room, closing the door behind me. Billy was the only patient in the room, and he noticed me right away. He followed me with his eyes as I made my way around the other side of the bed. I put the stethoscope in my ears and leaned over him like I was going to listen to his chest. Billy reached out and under my uniform, feeling my nylon clad ass. I pushed his hand away and slapped his face! Then in my male voice I said "You wouldn't have done that if you had known who I was, Billy". His jaw dropped, and said "Tommy, is that you? What happened to you while I was out of it? Have a sex change? You look pretty good, I must say. Can I be that horny to have the hots for my best friend?". I interrupted him, saying "Look Billy, you got me in a heap of trouble that day. The cops accidentally shot the clerk to death, and you are being held for his murder. They are looking for me as an accessory to armed robbery and murder. You got me into this, and I had to find a disguise and lay low or get caught. If you ever awoke, you could clear me with the police. When you tell them what happened, that I wasn't involved, I will be able to come out of hiding. "What's in it for me" leered Billy, running his hand up my stockinged leg. I pushed him away again and said "Certainly not that, asshole! When I can get out in public again I will find a way to tell the law you didn't shoot the clerk, and maybe get the charge reduced to armed robbery." "And if I don't, me lovely?" Billy snickered, reaching for me again. "I will disappear forever, keep my silence and let you take the rap!" Billy then said "I'll tell the cops what you are hiding as and what you look like. They'll bust you and you will take the fall with me." I told Billy " Do you think they will believe you? How would you know this being in here the whole time? And how do you know what I will look like tomorrow, the day after, or next week? I can change my appearance like a chameleon, and I have a perfect cover. I can make sure you fry, Billy. Take it or leave it!" I put the stethoscope around my neck and swished around the foot of the bed towards the door. I looked back over my shoulder at Billy, smiled and winked at him. His mouth was wide open in disbelief. He started to say something, but I turned back towards the door and said in my softest feminine voice " 'bye bye sweetie!" and walked out the door. Lorrie's eyes were wide open and she had a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. She grabbed my hand with her free hand and pulled me back to the stairwell. Once outside, she let out a gleeful laugh. She said "You make man very troubled. You told him where get off. You show him, missy! Now go before you get trouble, too !!". She stood on her toes and kissed me on the cheek, and gave a push on my butt. I started to run, But Lorrie cautioned "Walk, not run. No fire here!" and she laughed again and disappeared. I walked to the exit and out to the parking lot. I got in Sandy's car and drove home slowly, thinking about all that just happened. When I got to Sandy's place, I went to my room, stood in the mirror and masturbated myself by rubbing my stiffening cock through the pantyhose, thinking how feminine I felt being pawed by Billy, knowing I passed as a female to my closest male friend. When I came, I fell to my knees, crying with happiness. I sat on my haunches for a minute, and then got up and disrobed. Once I crawled into bed, I set the alarm clock and I then fell asleep, dreaming of my future as a female.

The next morning I dressed in jeans, an oversized white tee shirt and the short dark wig. I wore tan pantyhose and the low heel white pumps I was growing so fond of. I shaved close, put a little makeup and eye shadow on and some pink lipstick. When I got to the hospital, Sandy was waiting for me. She got in and immediately asked me every detail of what happened in Billy's room. I told her everything, and she told me what Lorrie had said and heard. We both laughed all the way home about the way I had handled it. Sandy said Lorrie was quite taken by me and would like to meet me again sometime. Two days later while watching the news on TV, a report came on about the awakening of the suspect who had been in a coma following a botched hold up attempt at a food mart some weeks ago. Seems he confessed he was the only one involved, and the man named Tommy Hanson had no part in any of it. He also claimed he did not shoot his gun at all, and was shocked to learn the clerk died. He said with all their gunfire the police must have accidentally hit the clerk. A high ranking police official said an investigation would begin immediately. True to my word, I walked to the bus stop, picked up the handset of a pay phone and called the TV station. I told the secretary that answered the line the story was true about the police killing the clerk, and a signed statement to that effect would be mailed to them if need be. She asked who this was and how could they reach me. I said I would contact them if necessary, and hung up. When Sandy returned home I told her what happened. She hugged me and told me to pack some sexy clothes, we were going away for the weekend and celebrate. After we loaded her car, we drove off to the coast.

We rented a motel room on the beach not far from the bar district. There were lots of bars there, some of them leather, straight and some gay. Sandy promised me a good time. She went out shopping and I took a nice bubble bath. I was drying off when Sandy returned with some packages. She gave me two and told me to get dressed while she showered and got ready herself. I was astounded to see what she had bought. I took out a black satin bustier, black satin hip hugger panties, sheer to the waist pantyhose in black, black satin 4" ankle strap pumps, and a black satin spaghetti strap cocktail dress that stopped at least 3" above my knees. I got out my spandex gaff panties and breast forms and proceeded to get dressed. In the bottom of one of the bags was another small bag. In it was a pair of long black shoulder length satin gloves, false eye lashes, a black satin choker and silver hoop clip on earrings. I felt so pampered! I finished up with all the items Sandy had provided. I carefully took a walk to the mirror on the new high heels and paraded around, taking in the sight. Beautiful, I sighed. Only one thing was wrong. The wig. Oh well, I only brought the short dark one. It'll have to do. Sandy came out wrapped in a towel to get some things from her suitcase. She stopped when she saw me and let out a low wolf whistle. She said "You look stunning. But why don't you have your new wig on?"." What wig?" I asked. She pointed to a square box on the floor next to the bed. I rushed over and opened the box like a 5 year old on Christmas morning. I pulled out the most magnificent black straight haired wig with full square cut bangs, and a length that just cascaded past my shoulders. I hurriedly whipped off my old wig and carefully placed this beautiful hair piece on my head. I thought I looked like Cleopatra. After a little brushing out, I stood for Sandy to see. "You look like 'La Femme Nikita'" she exclaimed. "Just wait for me, I will only be a few minutes. Tonight will be the first night of the rest of your life!" I had lots of time to think about what she had said.

The End?

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