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Christmas Presents
By Ruth White (address withheld)
With apologies to William S. Porter

***

Crossdressing turns into something more over time for 
Ray and friends. (MM, tv, cd)

***

  CHAPTER 1

Ray Hirsch sat at a desk filling out form after form. 
It was amazing, the information that an employer 
required before you could start working at a new job: 
health insurance forms, Social Security, etc., and etc. 
He was now filling out a questionnaire on his 
background which would be used to conduct a security 
investigation, since his work might involve working on 
classified government projects. He stopped for a minute 
at the question: List any aliases you have used.

"I wonder if I should put down Rachel?" he thought.

Ray quickly dismissed the idea. No one could possibly 
know about her; Rachel was his little secret and she 
would stay that way. Among his many other 
accomplishments, Ray was quite the practiced 
transvestite and Rachel was his sobriquet when dressed. 

He found himself wishing he could dress up tonight, but 
all of his things were packed away on a moving van that 
was probably passing through Omaha, while he was 
staying in a motel here in San Jose. He told himself 
that he would have a place soon enough and then he 
could be Rachel every night and on weekends if he 
wanted. He turned in the stack of forms.

*** 

Mike Murphy took the forms from his latest acquisition. 
Mike was a headhunter for MTC Corp., one of the 
foremost software publishers in America, and there was 
sure to be a bonus for him for signing up Ray Hirsch. 
The kid wasn't much to look at; about 5'6" and real 
skinny, with rather long and unkempt brown hair, 
glasses, dressed in running shoes, a tee-shirt, and 
jeans, but he had the potential to be one of the best 
software engineers going. Ray was 24, but he didn't 
look old enough to buy a beer.

Mike didn't feel bad at all about taking advantage of 
Ray's situation to lure him out west. Ray was from 
Massachusetts and if nothing had happened he would 
probably never have left there. Educated at MIT, he 
lived at home with his parents while working for a 
little known firm outside Boston. Little known that is 
until a data base system Ray had developed for them 
became a best-seller and the industry standard. Ray had 
felt no need to change employment and stayed with his 
old firm, but at a much higher rate of pay.

What had changed everything was the death of his 
parents in a car accident. When he had heard of it, 
Mike immediately started courting Ray, thinking 
correctly that he might like to get away from New 
England and all the memories that it held for him. Ray 
was financially well off; what with the insurance 
settlement, selling his parents house, and his savings 
from his salary and bonuses, so Mike had avoided 
talking financial incentives and instead emphasized the 
reputation of the staff and facilities at MTC. The 
result was sitting in front of him.

"Welcome to MTC Ray, I'm sure you'll be happy here. Why 
don't you get settled and report in next Monday."

"Thanks Mike, but I'm staying in a motel and don't know 
anyone here. If it's possible I'd like to see where 
I'll be working and get acquainted with my new co-
workers."

"Sure thing," said Mike while thinking, "what a find; 
brilliant and a workaholic to boot."


  CHAPTER 2

Ray was finding his way around the work station they'd 
given him when someone walked into his cubicle.

"Hi, you must be the fresh meat. I'm Jack Doyle, 
welcome."

Ray shook hands and checked out his greeter. Jack was 
slightly taller, by about 2 inches, but except for that 
and his blonde hair they could have been related. They 
were, but only by membership in that fraternity of what 
is sometimes called 'computer geeks'. Perhaps that was 
why they felt an immediate affinity for each other, or 
maybe there was something else.

Ray and Jack talked, discovering how much they had in 
common. When Jack found out that Ray was staying in a 
motel, he insisted that Ray move in with him until he 
could find a place of his own. Ray didn't need much 
persuading and soon they were unloading his stuff into 
Jack's secluded three bedroom house. Ray was surprised 
at how neat the house was, for a bachelor.

"I forgot to ask. Do you live here by yourself?"

"Right now I do. My sister Janice lived here with me 
for awhile after our parents died. She just moved to LA 
for a job, but I let her keep some of her stuff here in 
her old room."

That explained to Ray the neatness. A woman's touch 
always shows through. One of his favorite pastimes was 
to get dressed up and keep house. Ray loved to clean, 
cook, and do laundry as Rachel. His mother had found 
his dressing up cute and encouraged him at it, teaching 
him the housekeeping skills most men never learn, all 
the while hiding Rachel from his father. Ray missed his 
mom and he missed Rachel. He couldn't wait to get his 
own place.

Jack showed Ray the room and bath he'd be using and Ray 
quickly settled in. That evening, Jack invited Ray to 
go out with him to make the rounds of the bars and meet 
some people. Ray declined, saying he was too tired from 
his flight and first day at MTC, but would gladly take 
him up on the invitation some other night.

Alone in the house, Ray inspected his new surroundings. 
In the den he turned on the TV, then turned it off when 
he found nothing interesting. On the coffee table was 
the latest 'Cosmopolitan'. Ray picked it up and looked 
at it; the mailing label said Janice Doyle.

"She mustn't have changed her address yet," thought 
Ray.

He thumbed through the magazine. Then he remembered 
Jack saying that she'd left some stuff in the other 
bedroom. Ray knew that he shouldn't, that he would be 
betraying a confidence, but what the hell, it wouldn't 
hurt anyone. So he decided to sneak a peek in her room.

Ray opened the door to Janice's room and turned on the 
light. It was a vision of feminine delight. Decorated 
in pastels with lace everywhere, it looked as if she'd 
just left that morning. Ray walked past the bed, 
covered with a satin quilt, looked at the dressing 
table, and opened the closet. There were only a few 
dresses hanging in it, but they were all very stylish 
and feminine and Ray felt envy and desire rise within 
himself. There were several pairs of shoes on the 
closet floor; all of them high heels.

"It looks as though she took her work and casual 
clothes with her and left the dressy stuff here," 
thought Ray.

He took down a dress of black crepe and held it up 
against himself. It was a size 11 and looked as though 
it would fit him perfectly. He overcame that thought 
and quickly re-hung it in the closet. He opened the 
other door. It led to a bathroom, looking in Ray saw 
that it connected to Jack's room, thinking it odd that 
brother and sister would share a bath. On his way out 
he stopped to open a drawer in the dresser. It was 
filled with neatly folded lingerie in all the colors of 
the spectrum, made of satin, lace, and nylon. He 
fingered a pair of satin panties.

"I wonder if she'd miss one pair?" he mused.

He quickly gave up on the idea, shut the drawer, turned 
out the light, and left; determined to get his own 
place and start dressing up again as soon as possible.

The next day Jack dropped off Ray at a car rental 
agency on his way to work. Jack had convinced him that, 
being in California now he needed a car and should rent 
one, until he decided on which model to buy, instead of 
relying on public transportation. Ray took off in the 
rental car and went house hunting.

Ray arrived home in the early afternoon. He'd found a 
couple of places that looked promising, but he wanted 
Jack's advice on the neighborhoods and traffic, as well 
as if he would be better off buying or renting. Driving 
up, Ray noticed that the flag was up on the mailbox. 
Jack wouldn't be home for hours and Ray thought he'd do 
him a favor and bring the mail in. Something in the 
pile of letters caught his eye; an envelope in an odd 
shade of green. He'd seen that odd colored envelope 
before. Ray pulled it out of the pile and was shocked 
to see the return address: Empathy Press, Seattle. 
Being a long-time fan of TV fiction, he was only too 
familiar with what they sold. The envelope was 
addressed to John Doyle.

"Holy cow!" he thought. "Is Jack a crossdresser?"

Then a lot of what had seemed to be merely coincidence 
fell into place. Ray dropped the pile of letters on the 
hall table and went up to Janice's room. He went 
through the dresser and in the bottom drawer found what 
he had thought might be there; falsies. Not your 
everyday falsies though, rather they were custom made 
breast prothesis. 

Looking through the lingerie drawer, Ray found what he 
recognized as a cache-sex; he used one himself to 
compress and hide his genitals when dressed. He also 
saw some really stiff boned corsets that you couldn't 
expect to find in a young ladies wardrobe in this day 
and age. These things didn't convince Ray beyond a 
shadow of a doubt. What did were the hat boxes in the 
closet. There were lots of them, but they didn't hold 
any hats. Rather they held an array of dressed wigs on 
stands in various shades of blonde.

"Well I'll be damned, Jack is a TV. No wonder we hit it 
off so well. There is no sister, Janice is to him what 
Rachel is to me." Ray said to himself.

Ray wanted to let Jack know that he was also a TV, but 
couldn't think of a discreet way to do it. Finally he 
decided that the only way to do it was to be up front 
and forthright about it.

That evening Jack stayed home and was reading in the 
den, when Ray decided to broach the subject.

"Have you got a minute Jack?"

"Yeah sure. What's on your mind?"

"Well, I wanted to ask your advice on houses, but 
something else has turned up that I wanted to talk to 
you about."

"What's that?"

"I hope you won't be upset with me. I have never shared 
this with anyone but my mother, but I think you can 
understand. I am a crossdresser."

Jack didn't say a word, but by the way he blushed Ray 
could tell that he'd hit a nerve.

"What do you mean, you think I'd understand?"

"I saw the letter you received from Empathy Press. I've 
read their books for years and thought you might be a 
crossdresser also."

Jack sputtered, "... er... I don't..."

"Don't worry Jack. Let's drop it and I'll forget all 
about it."

Jack got his voice back. "No, let's talk Ray. Yes I'm a 
TV, but I've never shared it with anyone and you kind 
of caught me by surprise."

The boys continued talking long into the night. Ray 
discovered that his suspicions were correct; there was 
no sister Janice, just Jack. After a long talk, they 
decided they could trust one another and at Jack's 
invitation, Ray decided to move in and share the house 
with him.


  CHAPTER 3

Ray moved in and bought a car. Eventually his 
belongings arrived and he settled in. Things were going 
great at work, the only problem was that each seemed 
reluctant to appear before the other 'en femme'. One 
evening they were talking when the discussion turned to 
dressing up. Ray learned that Jack had never gone out 
dressed.

"You're kidding me, surely you can pass."

"I'm not so sure, and even if I could, where would I 
go?"

"Out for a drive, a walk, shopping, or to a bar."

"Look I'm not gay so I wouldn't go to a gay bar and I 
wouldn't know how to handle it if some guy tried to 
pick me up in a straight bar."

"I'm not gay either, but going out dressed as a woman 
and passing in public can be the biggest thrill of all. 
You simply must try it."

"I don't know Ray, what if someone recognized me?"

"Come on. Don't give me any lame excuses. I'll show you 
how easy it is. You take me out as Rachel, see how easy 
it is, then I'll take you out as Janice. That is if 
you're not too much of a wimp."

"I'm no wimp, you're on."

Ray took off from work at noon that Friday to prepare 
for his 'date' with Jack. Soaking in a tub full of 
bubble bath, Ray shaved his body clean of the hair 
which had regrown since his last appearance as Rachel. 
He dried off, rubbed himself down with lotion, put on a 
robe, and went to his room. There he applied long false 
fingernails and painted them bright red. Then it was 
time to dress.

Ray carefully pushed his balls and cock up inside 
himself and put on a tight cache-sex to hold them 
there. He had to do this first because if he didn't and 
then got turned on, as he always did when dressing, 
he'd never get them hidden away. Ray got out what he 
called his 'boobies'. These were a pair of silicon and 
latex falsies that looked, felt, and bounced like the 
real thing. He smeared surgical adhesive on them, laid 
down on the bed, and positioned them properly. In 
several minutes they were set and would remain there 
until he applied the solvent. By dint of much effort, 
Ray was able to get a tight waist-cinch on and buckled. 
He could hardly breath. Padded panties followed to give 
him the hips and ass he lacked. Looking in the mirror, 
Ray saw that his skinny male body now sported a 
voluptuously feminine outline.

Ray put on a bra and panty set of white satin and lace. 
Sheer, smoke colored panty-hose sheathed his hairless 
legs. A slip which matched the rest of his lingerie 
flowed over every contour of his new curves. Deciding 
to not be too extreme, Ray stepped into a clingy red 
knit dress, pulled it on, and zipped it up. He buckled 
on a wide black patent leather belt, which served to 
emphasize his nipped in waist, and stepped into some 
black patent high-heeled pumps. A ladies watch went on 
his wrist and gold hoop earrings went into his pierced 
ears.

"Holy smoke!" said Ray to himself. He'd gotten into the 
dressing so much that he hadn't thought about make-up. 
He put a towel over his shoulders to cover his dress 
and quickly spread on the foundation, applied mascara, 
eye-liner, and eye-shadow. Powder and blush were put on 
and he was outlining his lips in a bright red which 
matched his nails when he heard Jack come in.

"Rachel?"

They had agreed that they would always use a girls name 
whenever one of them was dressed.

"I'm still getting ready Jack. I'll be out in a 
minute."

Ray quickly colored in his lips and sprayed on some 
expensive perfume. He got out a black leather purse and 
into it he put lipstick, a powder compact, and an 
atomizer filled with perfume. Taking a ladies billfold 
from the purse, he transferred to it, from his wallet, 
all his credit cards and identification.

"What else?" he thought.

He answered himself by putting on a thick gold link 
necklace and getting out a ring. It wasn't just any 
ring; it had been a gift from his mother and he 
treasured it. It was a class ring from MIT but in a 
girls style, set with his birthstone, and engraved "to 
Rachel, love Mom." He slipped it on his right ring 
finger and was dressed.

One more thing remained. Ray shook out a long brunette 
wig, pulled it over his head, tucked his own hair up 
under the cap, secured it with bobby pins, and brushed 
it out so that curls tumbled over his shoulders and 
down his back. Ray tossed the brush into his purse and 
grabbed what for him was an indispensable item; glasses 
in a fashionable women's style. He'd be blind without 
them or contacts. He went out to meet Jack.

Jack was dumbfounded. He stared at the girl who walked 
into the den. It wasn't that she was beautiful, 
although she was, but rather that she revealed 
absolutely no hint as to her true identity. From the 
long curly hair down to the tips of his high heels, Ray 
appeared totally feminine and entirely at ease.

"Ray, is that really you?"

"Yes Jack, but please, call me Rachel."

"Sure thing Rachel. Wow, you even talk like girl. How 
were you able to learn how to do that?"

"It's not hard, it just takes lots of practice."

They talked for a while and then left, looking for all 
the world like a young couple out on a date. In the 
driveway, Ray waited for Jack to get the car door for 
him.

"Sorry Rachel, I forgot my manners there for a minute." 
Jack said as he rushed around to open the door.

"Don't worry about it, but you should be careful to 
always think of me, and treat me, as Rachel and not 
your roommate Ray. I also should let you know that, 
before you go out, you'd better practice getting in and 
out of a car in a dress. It's not as easy as it looks."

And so Jack and Ray departed for their first evening 
out. It wasn't very memorable. Ray got asked for proof 
of age, which naturally he didn't dare provide, at 
several nightclubs before they found one that they 
could get into. They sipped their drinks, talked, and 
at Ray's instigation, and with great reluctance on 
Jack's part, they danced to some disco numbers. They 
didn't stay out late, but returned home rather early.

"See how easy that was?" Asked Ray after he had 
returned to a masculine visage.

"Sure, but you've had lots of practice."

"Not that much, and remember; I had to start somewhere. 
So when do I get to take Janice out?"

"I don't know. We'll see."

A couple of weeks went by with Jack showing no 
inclination to uphold his end of the deal. Finally, Ray 
pressed the issue.

"Jack, it's Friday and we are going out tonight. By we 
I mean Janice and me. That is if not you're a total 
wimp."

"OK, OK I'll do it."

Ray arrived home about six, wondering what he would 
find there. Jack was still in his room getting ready so 
Ray went in and put on a jacket and tie. He had decided 
to go all out and make sure that Jack enjoyed his first 
public appearance as Janice.

Ray was sitting in the den when he heard steps on the 
stairs. He looked up to see Jack enter and could tell 
immediately that Jack was scared and very tense.

"Why Janice, how nice you look tonight," said Ray.

"Do you really think so?"

"Oh yes." And he meant it.

Jack had on the black crepe cocktail dress that Ray had 
seen in the closet on his first night in the house and 
it fell to just above his knees. He wore a long curly 
blonde wig and while his make up was perhaps a trifle 
heavy, and he didn't use as much padding as Ray, the 
overall effect was quite pleasing. Ray decided that 
Jack's best feature was his legs. They were long and 
quite shapely, giving Jack a coltish look. Jack 
clutched a small black bag nervously in fingers tipped 
with long red nails. Ray looked him over and noticed 
that something was missing.

"Do you have any jewelry to put on Janice?"

"No. I never thought about that."

"Well every girl wears some, no matter how small. Let's 
see if I have some you can borrow."

Jack followed Ray to his room with jittery steps, 
unaccustomed as he was to the high heels he had on. He 
was intensely aware of his legs; shaven and on display 
in sheer black hosiery.

"I don't have all that much myself, but these should go 
well with your black dress."

Ray handed Jack a silver necklace and bracelet which he 
put on.

"Here put these earrings on."

Ray handed Jack some silver hoops.

"Ray my ears aren't pierced."

"What? Every girl has pierced ears these days. We'll 
just have to get that taken care of, but for now here's 
a pair with clips. While we're at it let's get some 
scent on you. I see you've got a lot to learn about 
going out as a girl."

"That's what I tried to tell you."

Ray held the door open for Jack as he entered the car. 
He didn't show too much thigh and it was obvious he'd 
been practicing.

"Where are we going Ray?"

"Just relax Janice."

"I'd like to but I'm terrified."

"I understand how you feel, but take my word for it, 
you look great. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

The boys arrived at their destination; a rather 
exclusive restaurant.

"I can't go in there." Whined Jack.

"Don't worry. Just let me do all the talking."

Ray noticed heads turn as they entered. Jack was 
several inches taller than Ray in his heels, and no 
doubt some of the onlookers were wondering what such a 
babe was doing with a nerd. Which was precisely why Ray 
had avoided the club scene.

Ray noticed that Jack neglected to smooth his skirt 
under him as a girl would when he sat down.

"He does need some work on the fine points," Ray 
thought.

Ray ordered wine which they sipped, helping Jack to 
relax a little. Ray then ordered dinner for the both of 
them, after which Jack felt somewhat more composed. 
That is, until Ray asked him to dance to the music of a 
small combo which had started playing.

"I don't know how to dance."

"That's good, it will be easier for you to follow my 
lead instead of trying to lead yourself."

"I don't want to dance."

"I think you're afraid."

After some discussion, Ray found himself with Jack in 
his arms, guiding him around the dance floor. When it 
was over Ray thanked him for the dance.

"Can we get out of here now?"

"Sure."

During the ride home Jack was elated, barely believing 
that he had been able to pass successfully in public.

It was a while before Janice was out in public again. 
In the meantime, under Ray's tutelage, Jack practiced 
speaking like a woman and perfecting the persona of 
Janice. He made noticeable progress and to celebrate, 
Ray took Jack to get his ears pierced and bought him a 
pair of gold hoops as a present. As Jack grew more 
experienced in passing and gained confidence in 
himself, the only disagreement the boys had was about 
who got to dress up; they each wanted to don their 
finery and go out as girl. They eventually agreed to 
take turns escorting the other on alternate Fridays.

It also wasn't long before Rachel met Janice; Ray 
dressed up one Saturday to do housework and Jack 
decided to join him. Thus began what would become a 
kind of routine; one of them would dress up Friday and 
be escorted out on the town by the other. The next day 
the escort would join the other as a girl and there 
they would stay for the weekend.

Something else was happening to the boys relationship 
with each other. They were comfortable with, and 
trusted each other more than they ever had anyone 
before, except for Ray and his mother. The complexity 
arose because not only did Ray and Jack feel that way 
about each other, but Janice and Ray did, Rachel and 
Jack did, and Rachel and Janice did. You don't have to 
be a brilliant to see the potential complications in 
this relationship.


  CHAPTER 4

Just as Jack and Ray were progressing in crossdressing 
they were also taking great strides at work. They 
became a team, much like they were at home, and the 
results for MTC were nothing short of amazing. New 
software applications, developed mostly by Jack and 
Ray, practically flew off of dealers shelves. The boys 
were showered with money and treated like royalty. They 
sensed that they could get away with anything and, 
naturally, they started getting outrageous. It started 
with Jack wearing his diamond studs to work and daring 
Ray to top that. Ray did and their competition 
escalated from there.

One day before work Jack came down to breakfast.

"Guess what Ray?"

"What?"

"I'm going to work dressed completely in girls clothing 
today."

"Oh yeah. Just what are you going to wear?"

"What I have on."

"What?"

Ray looked closely at Jack. Sure enough the shirt 
buttoned up the wrong side and an examination revealed 
that the trousers were misses, even though cut in a 
masculine style.

"These are women's loafers and it looks like I'm not 
wearing any socks, but actually I have on sheer nude 
panty-hose," boasted Jack, "and underneath it all I 
have on the most delicious teddy."

"So?"

"So how you gonna top this Ray?"

It took Ray awhile to figure out how to pull it off. 
One Friday he asked Jack to meet him in the employee 
cafeteria for lunch as he had something important he 
wanted to discuss with him. Jack complained about the 
quality of the food, but nevertheless agreed to be 
there. Imagine his surprise when in walked Rachel, 
looking very much the businesswoman in a smartly 
tailored suit.

Ray walked over, with his red lips in a big smile, and 
greeted Jack. Jack was flabbergasted.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" He hissed under 
his breath.

"Eating lunch. What else would I be doing here?"

"But... what if someone sees you?"

"Plenty of people have already seen me. Relax no one 
will ever know. I've got this visitors pass." He 
pointed a long red fingernail to the badge clipped to 
his blouse. "I liberated it a couple of weeks ago. 
After lunch I'll walk out of here, turn in it. I'll bet 
you that the guards are looking at me and not the 
badge. By the time they figure out something is fishy, 
if they ever do, this girl will be long gone."

"Wow."

"Yes indeed. You had better start thinking hard about 
how you're gonna top this."

"Is that why you wanted me to meet you here, to tell me 
this?"

"Partially. You know, we are a pretty good team; as 
software engineers I mean. How would you feel about 
going into business for ourselves?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we could work for ourselves, at home if we 
like. We write our applications and hire someone to 
market them for us."

"Can we do that?"

"Sure we can. In fact, I have been approached by a firm 
that would like to do just that, it would also give me 
the opportunity to do something I've been thinking 
about for awhile."

"What's that?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Say Rachel, you'd better go home and change, or have 
you forgotten that it's Janice's turn out tonight."

"No I haven't forgotten, but I have decided that 
tonight is going to be girl's night out; Rachel is 
going to take Janice out."

"What? But what if you get pulled over or something?"

"So what? Just be ready by seven."

At seven-thirty that evening Ray's car was headed north 
on 101. The boys both wore stylish cocktail dresses.

"So where are we headed Rachel?" asked Jack.

"I thought we'd go bar hopping in San Francisco and try 
and pick up some guys."

"WHAT! Are you crazy?"

"Relax. I was only kidding. Actually we are going to 
San Francisco, but for a meeting of crossdressers."

"What?"

"Don't worry, it's a group called ETVC and I've been to 
their meetings a couple of times already. It'll be fun 
and you'll meet lots of interesting people."

Jack rode on in silence until he remembered what Ray 
had told him at lunch. "By the way Rachel. What is this 
big secret you were going to tell me about?"

"Well. I was thinking. Isn't dressing up the greatest 
thrill, and don't you treasure every minute you get to 
spend as Janice?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

"Well the longest I've ever gotten to spend as Rachel 
was a long weekend. If I can work at home I may do it 
as Rachel, at least some of the time. Do you think 
you'd like to join me?"

"Gee... I uh don't know for sure."

"Well, think about it."

"I will."

The boys went on to their meeting and it was a great 
success. They enjoyed themselves and were pleased to 
meet with many of the other crossdressers, including 
many professional people. They were especially taken 
with a beautiful blonde, who called herself Sally and 
told them that he was an M.D. in the real world. Jack 
and Ray each left with their handbags full of business 
cards.


  CHAPTER 5

Jack and Ray left MTC and formed their own company, but 
things didn't turn out exactly as Ray had planned. The 
boys spent so much of their time on projects that 
Rachel and Janice were consigned to the closet. The 
dedication paid off in the long run. Ray produced a 
word processing program that was revolutionary; he 
named it 'Flawless' because that's the kind of document 
it turned out. You didn't have to know what you were 
doing, it practically wrote everything for you. Jack 
meanwhile had developed a spreadsheet that any idiot 
could use. These products were the subject of a visit 
by the lawyers for their marketers.

"Here is the deal gentlemen. My principals have 
instructed me to offer you the sum of 2.5 million 
dollars for all rights to the aforementioned programs."

Jack and Ray looked at each other astonished.

"If this sum seems excessive it is because the contract 
contains an agreement not to complete. The persons 
tendering this offer believe that they can corner the 
market with your programs. The only thing they are 
afraid of is that a year or two down the line you guys 
come out with something better. Accordingly you agree 
not to participate in any software development for a 
period of six years after the signing of the contract. 
What do you think?"

Ray looked at Jack, who grinned, then turned to the 
lawyer.

"Where do we sign?"

When the lawyers had departed Jack asked Ray, "So what 
do we do now?"

"We celebrate."

"That's cool, lets go."

"Not so fast dude. We really have neglected Janice and 
Rachel shamefully. I've been so busy that I haven't 
shaved my legs in months. Why don't we let the girls go 
out and celebrate."

"Yeah, great idea. Let's go get dressed."

"Hey not so fast, it's only lunchtime. Let's do this 
right. Remember, we're rich now."

"So what do we do?"

"First thing, we hire a limo for the evening."

"Wow!"

"Then we go shopping for some evening gowns."

"Yeah, right on."

"Then we get dressed."

Many men looked with longing at the two young women who 
passed through the best restaurant and the top bars in 
San Francisco that evening obviously celebrating. They 
were sexy, dressed to the nines, and obviously loaded, 
with money as well as booze.

Early the next morning they were riding back to San 
Jose in the limo with the drivers screen up. At Jack's 
suggestion they were drinking champagne out of their 
high heels. They'd already had a lot to drink.

"Here's to ush," said Ray lifting a sequined pump to 
his lips. He swallowed, but more of the bubbly ran out 
the sides of his mouth than down his throat."

"Shit, my new dresh <hic>. I paid four thousand dollars 
for thish dresh. Ish by a famoush designer. I don't 
remember who zackly but he's famoush."

"I love thish," said Jack, "I love being Janish and I 
love you Rachel. Les be them for awhile."

"<Hic> I loves you too Janish." Ray said as he leaned 
over and kissed Jack on the lips. "Les do keep the 
girls around."

Neither of them thought the kiss out of line. In fact, 
they didn't even remember it.

Ray woke up the next morning with the worst hangover of 
his life. He and Jack had drunk some more after they 
got home and it looked as though he had barely made it 
to bed. Looking at his pillows he knew he hadn't 
removed his makeup before he crashed. His wig had been 
thrown on the bureau, and his expensive new dress was 
in a pile on the floor along with his hose; he'd slept 
in his lingerie. He wondered where the new shoes he'd 
bought were, until he remembered drinking champagne out 
of them the night before.

Ray got up and took off his bra, panties, padded 
panties, and gaff. The adhesive holding his boobies on 
was good for days so he left them on while he showered. 
Afterwards he decided to remain as he was and put on 
panties, a negligee, and a robe and went down to get 
something to eat. He was munching on toast and drinking 
coffee when Jack came down. Jack had removed all traces 
of Janice and was wearing an old bathrobe.

"Wow dude! That was some night." Jack said.

"You're not kidding. I don't think I can handle one of 
those more than once a year."

"So who are you this morning; Rachel or Ray? You look 
like half and half."

"I'm not sure yet. Let me get over this hangover and 
I'll let you know."

Jack and Ray started rearranging their affairs, in this 
they were guided by some of the people they met in the 
TV club they belonged to. A lawyer and a banker helped 
them set up their investments, then arranged it so that 
Jack and Ray could access their money as Janice and 
Rachel and even got them credit cards in those names. 
Jack and Ray also started seeing Sally, or Walter as he 
was known as a man, for their medical needs.

One night Ray was driving himself and Jack home from 
their TV clubs annual dinner.

"Don't let that award go to your head Janice. You've 
still got a ways to go before you can compete on my 
level."

Jack had won an award as most improved TV while Ray had 
taken first place in the evening gown event.

"You're just lucky I didn't enter the evening gown 
competition."

"Oh yeah. Don't get too uppity. Remember, I taught you 
everything you know."

"That may have been the case, but these days I can pass 
as well if not better than you."

"In your wet dreams you can!"

"I can see we're gonna have to settle this."

"Definitely. Got any suggestions."

"No, but I'm thinking on it."

The next day Jack presented his challenge.

"You once said that you wanted to live as Rachel for 
awhile. So here's the wager. We each live as a girl for 
one year. Whoever give up before then looses. If we 
both make it then we let the members of the club decide 
which one of us is more convincing as a woman, and the 
majority decision will be binding."

"Sounds good to me, but what will we bet?"

"That's the fun part. We're living off the interest on 
our money now and I guess that works out to a little 
over $100,000 a year right?"

"I guess."

"O.K. The loser has to turn over his income for one 
year to the winner."

"That's a pretty big hunk of change."

"And that's not all. The loser has to work for the 
winner as a servant for the following year."

"What do you mean."

"I mean personal maid."

"I think you've been reading too many of those TV 
Queens Fiction Digests."

"Maybe, but you have to admit, it's an interesting 
challenge."

"Yes it is. I can see you now in a maid's uniform, 
tottering about on six inch heels, serving my guests 
while I act as hostess for the club."

"You seem pretty sure of yourself."

"You're damn right I am. Let's formalize this bet in 
front of witnesses and make it official."

In due time the formalities were taken care of and Jack 
and Ray embarked on their year in dresses, well two 
years for one of them.

One morning Jack came down to breakfast in a robe and 
Ray could see that something was different. Then he 
realized that Jack didn't have his falsies on.

"What's the matter Jack? You giving up so soon?"

"I thought you'd say something like that," replied 
Jack, "and I want you to know that nothing could be 
further from the truth."

Jack opened his robe.

"Take a look. I've been taking hormones and thought I'd 
surprise you when I win our bet by having real breasts, 
but they were getting too big with the falsies over 
them."

Ray stared at Jack's chest. Sure enough, there was some 
development there; the nipples were bigger and the 
aureoles had expanded and were swelling out. Ray asked 
him, "Where did you get hormones from?"

"Well Sally told me she was taking them and recommended 
it, so I got her to set me up."

Later on, Ray thought about Jack and the hormones. He 
stood to lose a significant amount of money, not to 
mention being Jack's maid for a year. He called up 
Sally and made an appointment to see her as Walter, on 
business.

Jack sat on the edge of an examining table as Walter 
explained his options to him.

"Sure you could go on hormones, but let me tell you it 
takes a long time before you see any changes and by the 
time you do, Jack will be way out in front, if you'll 
excuse the pun. No, for you we need something better, 
something dramatic... I know, I have just the thing for 
you, implants."

"I don't want my chest pumped up with silicon." Said 
Ray.

"Silicon? That was the dark ages. Let me show you what 
we can do. We implant a little pouch under each breast. 
This is done under the arm and it is empty at that time 
so it leaves no scar. It settles in and then it has we 
fill the individual cells in it with saline solution. 
It's comfortable, the size increases as fast or as slow 
as you want, and you get as big as you want. We control 
which cells fill and create a perfectly normal 
appearing breast. 

"If you also take hormones, as I recommend, to make 
your skin soft, we can remove some of the saline 
solution to keep the breast size constant so you don't 
become a 'tit queen'. When you've had enough of living 
as a woman it's a simple matter to empty the sacks out 
and remove them."

"Wow. I can do all that and it's not permanent."

"That's right."

"O.K. let's do it."

"Well let's talk about something else first Rachel. I 
think you're very sweet, so I want to help you win your 
little contest. I believe you should also have some 
cosmetic liposuction done."

"Some what."

"Liposuction. That's what they call it when they remove 
fat from under the skin. It was developed as a way for 
grossly obese persons to lose some weight quickly, but 
now is used to give a person whatever shape they want."

"Yeah, but then I'm stuck like that right?"

"Wrong. You diet, exercise, and take hormones to keep 
the shape, but when you've had enough, stop the 
hormones, eat a lot and work out and your body will 
return to a male form."

"Just how good is this process?"

"Well from some of the cases I've seen firsthand; they 
could make Bo Jackson look like Whitney Houston."

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"Where do I sign up?"

"Let's see. How about in two weeks?"

"Great. I'm there."

"Why don't you let me start you on hormones today?"

"Sure, why not?"

Ray, on his stomach on the examining table, felt the 
needle enter his left buttock. He was on his way. 
"Let's see Jack top this", he thought.

Ray returned home with his newfound curves. A little 
sore, but none the worse for wear and tear. He didn't 
see any change in his breasts, but what a waistline!

After the implants had settled in and stopped itching 
he returned to Walter who started the slow process of 
filling them up. It wasn't long before Ray discarded 
his falsies too. Naturally when Jack saw the changes 
Ray had wrought to his body he couldn't give up and not 
respond in kind. It was like an arms race, or if you 
prefer, a boobs race. Jack went to see Sally and it 
wasn't long before he was looking like a centerfold 
also.

Ray noticed that Jack seemed to stand and carry himself 
differently. He wondered what was going on, until one 
night when both of them were in the den, wearing baby 
doll nightgowns, and watching television. Ray noticed 
that Jack had something on under his.

"What's that you have on Janice?"

"Just my corset."

"A corset! Why are you wearing a corset now?"

"I always wear a corset Rachel. Even when I'm 
sleeping."

"Really."

"Yes. It's for figure training."

"I just don't understand it Sally", said Ray. "Janice 
is really getting quite a figure. Can wearing a corset 
all the time do that?"

"I'm sure it helps, but I know that's not the only 
thing. Janice asked me not to tell you, but I feel I 
must. You know those sacks in your breasts? Well Janice 
had me implant a slightly different variant in her hips 
and buttocks."

"I guess I had better try them too."

"It wouldn't hurt."

Ray wondered to himself if maybe all of this was 
getting out of hand. He was slowly getting used to the 
corset he wore all the time now, but it was still a 
major pain in the ass. Still he had to admit it did 
make a difference. He walked straighter and held his 
chest out. And what a chest it was!

The tiny nipped in waist only served to highlight the 
enlargement of his breasts, hips, and ass. Even with 
his increased dimensions Ray noticed that a lot of his 
clothes seemed too large. Like Jack he was eating less 
due to the constant restriction of the corsets. He was 
glad he hadn't invested too much in dresses. He might 
go down a size before this was over.


  CHAPTER 6

Time passed and as is often the case, too much money 
and no work time led to extreme boredom. One afternoon 
the boys sat by the pool in bikinis. Although they 
could have passed on the beach at this point in their 
development, they preferred working on their tans in 
the privacy of their own yard. Jack picked up the paper 
he had put down earlier and idly read through the 
classified ads.

"Lately I feel like I'm going crazy. You know, what I 
need is something to occupy my time; like a job." He 
said to Ray.

"Ha! What are you gonna do? Get a job as Janice?"

"I bet you I could. I could even write my own 
reference."

"No way dude! And if you could, I bet you wouldn't be 
working very long before they find out you are a guy 
and fire you."

"I betcha I could last longer working as a girl than 
you could."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"You're on."

"Fine. How much?"

"Say ten-thousand?"

"Sure that won't break you?"

"Fuck you. Let's shake on it."

"How about a grand to the first one with a job?"

"Fine with me."

They shook on it and each grabbed part of the 
classifieds and started reading.

"Look," said Ray, "here's an ad for a receptionist for 
a law firm. It says familiarity with Flawless desired. 
I wonder what they would say if they knew that I wrote 
the program?"

Jack found one that had potential. It said: RETAIL - 
clothing & costuming. Self-starting & reliable. 
Experience not necessary. Fashion Warehouse 555-1212.

"You know Janice, I don't know the first thing about 
job interviewing as a girl."

"Either do I, but I do know that we can't go looking 
for job looking like this.

While each of the boys now had a nice feminine cast to 
their bodies, their hair had grown in long and thick 
and was too bulky to wear a wig with. It just hung 
there, lifeless in clumps and tangles.

"What we need is a trip to a beauty salon."

"No way Janice. We'd be found out for sure, and we 
don't know the first thing about going in one."

"What do you mean we. I think I know how to handle 
this. I remember a girlfriend in college who was in the 
same boat. Just wear girls jeans and a sweatshirt and 
we'll head up to Berkeley."


  CHAPTER 7

"Hello girls. May I help you?" Asked the beauty store 
operator.

Jack and Ray stood there looking at each other and 
trying very hard not to giggle. Ray elbowed Jack 
whispering, "You got us into this. Say something."

Jack spoke up. "It's like this... you see we..."

"Let me guess. You're graduating and haven't worried 
about your appearance since you entered college, but 
now you're going job hunting and need to look your 
best. Am I right?"

Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "Er... exactly. How did 
you know?"

"It's not very hard. Every year we get a new crop of 
you gals. We're old hands at this. Come on who's gonna 
be first?"

The boys looked at each other again. Not waiting for an 
answer the lady grabbed Jack by the arm. "Sweetie, 
you've got to get used to this sometime and now's as 
good as any."

She handed Ray a book of hairstyles. "You can wait here 
until Betsy is ready for you. Meanwhile, look through 
this and see if anything strikes your fancy."

Jack and his guide vanished behind a screen into this 
unfamiliar domain of women.

The boys put themselves into experienced hands and took 
the whole treatment; wash, cut, perm, facial, manicure, 
make-over. The beauticians worked their magic and 
educated them in the use of cosmetics at the same time.

Ray stared at his roommate, in awe of the delicately 
beautiful girl that Jack had become. They left the 
salon, each toting the bagful of cosmetics and hair 
care products he had purchased. On the way to the car, 
Ray wanted to express his feelings, but his 
inexperience and shyness around girls showed as he 
groped for words. All he could get out was: "You're 
very pretty."

To which Jack replied. "Thank you Rachel. You don't 
look so bad yourself."

It was on to the mall after that, where the boys spent 
the afternoon purchasing wardrobes appropriate for 
young working women.

They were both hired the next day, so by agreement the 
$10,000 went into the big pot.

Each of the boys discovered his changed reality for 
himself; it was one thing to have breasts that could be 
unglued Sunday evening before work on Monday, but it 
was quite another to realize that come Monday morning 
you'd better have a clean bra ready to go.

They met for lunch their first day on the job.

"So how's the fashion business Janice?"

"It's great except I'm on my feet all the time and they 
insist that I wear high heels as well as fashions from 
the store, but I get a super discount. How do you like 
my this?"

Jack stood up and twirled, showing off the black 
leather miniskirt he'd been outfitted in. It seemed to 
be painted on his pert little butt.

"I'd never get away with that at the law firm. They're 
so stodgy there. It was made clear to me that I had 
better appear conservative and feminine at all times. 
In dresses only, I might add. Suits are only allowed 
for women lawyers. Anyway I noticed a couple of the 
younger lawyers giving me the eye. The only difficulty 
is typing with these long nails. It's one thing I never 
had to cope with before now."


  CHAPTER 8

Jack and Ray both excelled in their new occupations. 
Not only were they accepted as girls by all who met 
them, but they were also highly valued by their 
respective employers. Ray had taught himself shorthand 
and stenography and had been promoted to executive 
secretary at the law firm, while Jack had risen to the 
position of buyer at the clothing store and was doing a 
little modeling on the side for them. The boys had been 
successfully living and working as women for over six 
months, when Jack received an invitation for the two of 
them to go to a costume ball on Halloween.

"What shall we go as?" He asked Ray.

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"I don't have any ideas."

They sat in silence for awhile when Ray said, "I know 
let's go as ourselves."

"No silly. We are supposed to go in costume and 
everyone knows Janice and Rachel."

"That's not what I meant. Let's call off the bet for 
one night and go as Jack and Ray."

"Not a bad idea. Do you still have some men's 
clothing?"

"Yes. Don't you?"

"No. I gave it all to Goodwill."

Ray hadn't known that Jack had taken so drastic a step. 
"I've got mine in a box in the basement. I'll go get 
it.

Ray stared at his reflection while Jack looked on. The 
pair of men's shorts he had on definitely weren't made 
to fit his body the way it was now shaped. The cotton 
briefs were stretched tight across his plump derriere 
while the elastic band hung loosely around his tiny 
waist.

"What can I do with these boobs?" he asked Jack. The 
size of his ample breasts was not at all reduced by the 
tight tee shirt and fat nipples were obvious as they 
pushed against the thin cotton.

"I know," said Jack, running from the room. He returned 
with an elastic bandage which the two of them wrapped 
tightly around Ray's chest.

"This isn't going to work" said Ray.

That much was obvious. Even with the bandage crushing 
his breasts he couldn't button up his shirt over the 
remaining bulge. And his pants... Well they were 
stretched so tight that if he bent over they'd surely 
tear.

"I look like a girl dressed as a boy."

Giving up on the idea they rented costumes and went as 
two southern belles. Ray also gave away his remaining 
male clothes, abandoning the notion of getting into 
them again any time soon.

It was the night of the ball that Jack and Rays 
relationship took a dramatic turn. They had been much 
sought after as dance partners by all the single men in 
attendance, but had still managed to imbibe quite a few 
drinks. Quite tipsy, they were driven home by Jack's 
co-workers. They were sitting in the living room having 
a nightcap.

"Say Janice help me undo this dress will you?"

The costumes were true antebellum period pieces and 
even with each others help had been difficult to get 
into properly. There was no way that they were going to 
get them off alone.

"Sure thing."

Jack's petticoats rustled as he moved over beside Ray 
in the green satin brocade gown he wore. Ray's was made 
of red velvet and white lace. Ray turned away and 
lifted up his hair as Jack worked on undoing the row of 
tiny buttons down his back.

"Boy I just don't see how women lived in these things a 
hundred years ago." Said Jack.

"Well they had maids to help them dress and undress. 
Sort of like I will. Say you'd better get used to doing 
things like this."

"First let's see how you do at it."

The boys shifted and Ray undid Jack's buttons. They 
both stood up and slipped off the heavy gowns.

"Whew. It's a relief to get out of that." Said Jack 
standing there in his petticoats. "I'm thankful 
Halloween only comes once a year."

"Well there's still Mardi Gras."

"I think I'll be a bunny for that."

"That is if I don't have you go as Fifi the French 
maid. Parlez Vous?"

"Just shut up and undo this corset."

Jack had lowered his petticoats and was standing there 
in satin pantaloons and an old-fashioned corset that 
tied in back. The boys had been sticklers for 
authenticity this evening. Jack breathed a sigh of 
relief as he was released from its vise-like grip. He 
pulled the down the top which had forced his breasts up 
into the dramatic cleavage which had been flaunted by 
his gowns low cut bodice.

Ray felt a stirring in his loins and it dawned on him 
that he was getting aroused on watching his roommate 
undress. Ray released his breasts from the corsets 
restraint and noticed that his nipples were stiff. 
Sally had told him that sexual excitement might 
manifest itself like that. He was a little embarrassed, 
but with his senses dulled by alcohol, getting turned 
on watching Jack undress his now resplendently feminine 
body, somehow didn't seem wrong or unnatural at all.

Jack sat back down on the couch.

"That's better, but these damned shoes."

They had of course worn buttoned-up high heeled shoes.

"Let me get them off for you." Said Ray.

Ray left the room and returned with tool to undo the 
buttons and finally got one off. Jack moaned as 
circulation reestablished itself in his foot. Not fully 
aware that he was entering dangerous territory, Ray 
said "Here, let me rub it for you."

Ray picked up Jacks right foot, noticing how cute it 
looked with its red toenails inside sheer hosiery, and 
started to massage it.

"Oh Rachel, that's tremendous." Whispered Jack.

"Just sit back and enjoy it Janice."

Ray got the other shoe off and massaged Jacks feet.

"It's your turn Rachel."

Ray lay back on the floor and let Jack get his shoes 
off and work on his feet. It did feel wonderful. Jack 
stopped and Ray just lied there. Ray was shocked to 
feel a hand on his breast. He opened his eyes to see 
Jack alongside him on the floor.

"What the...?" Ray started to say, but as he looked 
into those deep blue eyes he realized beyond a shadow 
of a doubt that he truly loved Janice. Their lips met 
in a lingering lipstick smearing kiss, each one of them 
ignoring the fact that he was just as pretty and 
desirable as the make-believe woman he was kissing. 
They didn't go any further, but lust lay in each others 
arms sharing their closest secrets, and enjoying the 
intimacy. They continued to drink and cuddle."

Ray woke up the next morning shocked to discover where 
he was. In Jack's satin sheeted king-size bed, naked 
except for his cache-sex, with Jack's pretty blonde 
head in his arms, cradled to his breasts. Looking down 
Ray saw that Jack still had his cache-sex on.

"Well at least nothing happened." He thought to himself 
relieved.

Ray's attempts to extricate himself woke Jack up. Jack 
opened his eyes and saw him.

"Hi Rachel."

"Er... what went on her last night."

"Just a little smooching is all I can recall."

Ray looked at Jack and felt himself overcome with the 
infatuation he had experienced the night before. He 
moved closer to Jack and Jack wiggled up beside him. 
Once again they were in a lip-lock.

"What's happened to us?" Thought Ray as Jack's tongue 
investigated his mouth. He didn't get an answer as this 
time their cuddling led to caresses.

Ray was in seventh heaven as Jack sucked first one 
plump nipple then the other, but he felt ready to bust.

"Excuse me Janice", Ray said and got up and ran to his 
room. Once there he stripped off his cache-sex letting 
his cock free. Not having had any sexual stimulation 
for some time, Ray was distressed at what had become of 
his cock. What had been a proud specimen of manhood was 
now just an atrophied little thing. He grabbed it 
anyway and proceeded to jerk off. As he came the image 
in his head was that of Janice.

"We'll just keep it at this level." Thought Ray.

Good intentions can only take you so far though, and it 
wasn't long before the boys didn't bother to leave the 
bed before masturbating. Then one night Jack reached 
down and grabbed a pair of satin panties. He wrapped 
them around Ray's cock saying, "Just sit back and relax 
Rachel", then pumped Ray to orgasm. The progress of 
this affair was predictable. Soon Ray had moved into 
the other bedroom off of the bath. 

After that, they would usually spend the night together 
in one or the other's bed. Due to their hormone 
regimens, neither of them could attain a hard enough 
erection to accomplish penetration, but they were soon 
lovers, each pretending to himself that he was in love 
with a beautiful girl while delighting in the sex 
available to two boy-girls. Their make believe romance 
continued to grow unabated.


  CHAPTER 9

Jack let himself in the front door. It had been a long 
day at the store. He'd noticed Ray's Porsche in the 
garage.

"Honey, I'm home."

From the kitchen came a sweet "Hi Janice how was your 
day."

"Pretty rough."

"Well just sit down on the couch and relax. I'll have 
dinner ready in jiff."

They had divided up the house chores and Jack was glad 
that Ray had taken over the cooking. The meals were 
always delicious.

Ray walked in with an apron over his office dress 
carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher of Martinis. 
He poured one for Jack.

"Here. This will take the edge off of my poor baby's 
day."

Jack kicked off his high heels and took the proffered 
glass, as he sipped it, Ray pushed Jack's mass of 
blonde curls out of the way and started rubbing his 
neck. It wasn't long before Ray was on his knees 
massaging Jacks cramped feet. Pretty soon he had worked 
his way up those long legs and pushed Jacks short skirt 
up around his hips. Pulling down the pantyhose and 
panties revealed Jacks tiny hairless organs. 

Neither boy had any hair below his thin, highly arched 
brows by now. They had purchased a home electrolysis 
kit and loved to examine each others bodies, searching 
for and removing any stray hairs. Ray lovingly took 
Jack's tiny cock and balls between his red glistening 
lips and sucked him to orgasm as Jack enjoyed his 
martini. Ray felt a stirring in his panties as he 
thought about how Janice would return his loving after 
the dishes were dried and put away.

How could two lovers continue with a contest such as 
theirs? They couldn't, and at a party at their home for 
the TV group, Ray announced that the bet was off.

"To prove that we're not quitting cause we can't take 
it, Janice and I will remain in dresses and keep our 
jobs for another year."

The group applauded loudly. Jack and Ray had become 
heroes to all the crossdressers who knew them, living 
the life that each of them wished he could.

"Could I ask you guys a favor?" Asked Sally, later in 
private.

"Sure," replied Jack.

"Well since your bet is called off I was wondering if 
you still could use a maid for a year?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well it's kind of a long story, but I've finally 
decided to go ahead and become a woman permanently."

"Congratulations!"

"There's more to it than that. Before I can get 
approval for the surgery I have to live and work for a 
year as a woman. I can't practice medicine as a woman 
until I change my licenses, and I can't change them 
until I have the operation. It's a Catch-22, so I guess 
I'll take a year off. I've got plenty of money, but 
don't know what I could do. If you'll let me work for 
you and give me the recommendation I need, then we'll 
all wind up with what we want."

"Why sure. I guess... What do you think Rachel?"

"It's fine with me."

Sally moved in, took over the housekeeping duties, and 
became, if you will, a father figure with a figure to 
the two young men.

Before they knew it, it was Christmas and Jack and Ray 
decided that, since they were the only family each 
other had, they would start a tradition and spend every 
Christmas together, exchanging gifts on Christmas Eve.

Ray gave Jack a full length mink coat while he received 
diamonds; studs for his ears, a tennis bracelet, a 
necklace, and a huge ring.

Wearing nothing but his cache-sex, Ray paraded around 
the bedroom, modeling his new jewelry.

"Does this ring mean we're engaged?" He joked, admiring 
the big sparkler.

"No. It's a friendship ring, but if you ever do like 
Sally and go all the way, consider yourself engaged."

"Well that's not for me, but if you ever do it, I 
promise that I'll make an honest woman of you."

This couldn't go on forever and the relationship hit 
the rocks shortly into the new year. Ray attended an 
office party. He'd worn a revealing little black dress 
and delighted in vamping his staid male colleagues. Ray 
had too much to drink and wound up being driven home by 
Ken Myers, a timid and unassuming law clerk. When they 
pulled up Ken stopped the car.

"You know Rachel I've always thought you were cute, but 
until tonight I had no idea just how beautiful you 
really are."

"Why thank you Ken, that's very nice of you to say so."

Ken got out, came around, and opened Ray's door. Ray's 
dress, short to begin with, had ridden up his thighs, 
and Ken could not help but gawk at Ray's long nylon 
covered legs as they swung out the door. Swallowing 
hard, Ken escorted Rachel to the door. Once there he 
was in obvious discomfort as he blurted out, "Rachel do 
you think it would be O.K. if... er, uh, would you go 
out with me sometime?"

"I don't think so Ken." Ray felt sorry for the shy boy 
and decided to give him something to remember.

"But thanks for the ride home."

Ray put his hands on Ken's face and drew him closer 
where their lips met and Ray gave him a big hug and a 
long searching soul kiss. Just then the door opened and 
the light went on. Ken and Ray looked up to see Jack 
standing in the doorway with a with a shocked 
expression on his pretty face.

"Uh, I'd better be leaving. Good night Rachel." Said 
Ken as he backpedaled to his car.

Ray entered the house and shut the door behind him.

"Just what the hell do you think you were doing out 
there Ray?"

"Please call me Rachel, Janice."

"No. I think all this pretending has gotten out of 
hand. It's bothered me at times, but until tonight I 
could ignore it. Let's face reality. I'm Jack and 
you're Ray and do you realize what we have become? 
Well, I'll tell you what we are. A pair of little 
faggot cocksuckers. I could overlook the fact that you 
aren't really a girl, but this is too much. How much 
longer before you're seducing men in our house? Why I 
bet you'll even be trying to fix me up before very 
long."

"Oh Janice it wasn't like that at all."

"Oh sure it wasn't. Ever since you moved in with me 
you've lured me further and further into this mess. All 
I wanted was to dress up once and awhile and look where 
you've taken me; I'm a girl who happens to have a cock. 
If I don't watch my step I'm liable to wind up being 
fucked up the ass by one of your boyfriends. Well, I 
may have gone too far, but I'm not going any further."

"Janice. Please..."

Jack turned and ran upstairs to his room.

Ray was on the couch crying when Sally came in to 
investigate the noise.

"What's the matter Rachel?"

"It's Janice."

"What about Janice?"

"She doesn't want to be Janice anymore and I don't 
blame her."

Sally sat down on the couch, took Ray in her arms, and 
hugged him.

"There, there. Tell Aunt Sally all about it."

Ray tearfully related the entire story, going back as 
far as his first meeting with Jack. When he was done he 
laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"I just realized that I'm acting exactly as a girl 
would."

"Rachel, you've been living as a woman in a woman's 
environment for quite some time. No psychologist worth 
his salt would be surprised to find you responding like 
one."

"That may be, but I guess it's back to being plain old 
Ray again."

"Now don't be so fast young lady that you throw the 
baby out with the bath water. You're young, you're 
pretty, and you can pass. Do you know how many of the 
old-timers in the group would kill to be able to live 
as you are living. Look, you've the rest of your life 
to be a man, but this chance will never come again. 
Take advantage of it while you can."

"I'll think about it."

"Don't just think about it. Get away from here for 
awhile. I think you and Janice just need to get away 
from each other for awhile."

"I think Janice it getting away from me forever."

"Oh, I'll go have a talk with her tomorrow. Don't worry 
about it."

Ray went to bed and cried himself to sleep and by the 
next morning he had decided to take Sally's advice and 
stay as Rachel for the time being, and also to go back 
east for awhile. He went to Sally's room the next 
morning.

"Sally tell Janice that I'm going to New York to clear 
up some family business. Tell her also that I love her 
and will miss her."

Ray removed the big diamond friendship ring from his 
finger.

"Give this to her. Tell her I'll be back for Christmas 
and if she still wants me to have it, I'll be glad to 
take it back."

"But Rachel it's only May. Isn't that too long to be 
gone?"

"Long enough for the two of us to find ourselves and 
make up our minds about what we want."

Ray didn't even pack. He put on a dress, made up his 
face, and called a cab for the airport. He took only 
his checks, his credit cards, and his emergency cash 
stash; He'd buy what he needed in New York.


  CHAPTER 10

Ray had made up the story about family business in New 
York. Melancholy and despondent, he needed to get away 
from Jack and get over the quarrel they'd had. After 
arriving in New York and staying in a hotel, Ray sublet 
a small apartment. He picked a psychologist out of the 
yellow pages and made an appointment. He wanted to 
extricate himself from the persona of Rachel, with 
which he had become so confused that he couldn't sort 
it out on his own.

"Mr. Hirsch, and in all honesty let me say that I feel 
uncomfortable addressing you like that dressed as you 
are, I do not feel that I have the necessary background 
to deal with your case. It is like no other that I am 
familiar with. You suffer from a severe identity crises 
brought on by having lived as a woman for over two 
years. However, I do know of a clinic where they 
specialize in cases like yours and I'd like to refer 
you to them."

Ray departed a cab outside the Institute for the 
Amelioration of Gender Dysphoria. He looked up for a 
moment at the imposing building, smoothed his skirt, 
and went in.

Inside a pretty receptionist looked up.

"Hi may I help you?"

"Yes. My name is Ray Hirsch and I have an appointment 
for a referral."

"My name's Nancy. If you'll just fill out these forms 
we can get started."

Nancy watched Ray as he took the psychological profile 
test.

"Wow If I didn't know he was a boy I could never have 
guessed it. he's one of the best I've seen and I've 
seen some of the best." She thought to herself.

Nancy looked at the reason for referral.

"Unable to return to masculine role. Why would he ever 
want to?"

Nancy picked up the phone.

"Hello Leslie? You should see the one that just walked 
in."

"O.K."

Nancy starred the top of Ray's folder, thinking "He's 
to pretty to be a boy."

Ray looked up to find a beautiful woman standing in 
front of him.

"Hi. Done with the test?"

"Uh, yes ma'am."

"Oh don't be so formal. My name's Leslie."

"I'm Ray, er Rachel."

"Around here all us guys use girls."

Ray was amazed. "Are you a guy too."

"Sure am. One-hundred per cent all American male."

Ray found this hard to believe.

"So your from California?"

"Just recently."

Leslie looked over Ray's record.

"So... you're having trouble getting in touch with your 
old male self again. I take it you don't want to live 
as a girl any longer?"

"I'm not sure anymore what I want to do."

"Well, I hope we can help you find what it is you're 
looking for. In the meantime, let me invite you to 
dinner to welcome you to New York."

"I'd like that."

"Good. Shall we say Saturday at eight."

Ray rode the elevator up to the penthouse. He'd found 
out that Leslie was the director of the Institute and 
fantastically wealthy. Wanting to impress his host, Ray 
had spent the morning shopping for a dress and the 
afternoon in a salon. The dress was shorter than he 
usually wore, but this was New York and he had the legs 
for it.

Leslie met Mike at the elevator along with another 
woman. Both wore evening gowns. Mike was in awe of such 
glamour.

"Rachel, may I introduce my wife Amanda."

They enjoyed cocktails while Ray took in his 
surroundings. The penthouse was a dream; a totally 
feminine environment. They made small talk about 
California and New York until Amanda announced that 
dinner was served.

"This is the best meal I've had in ages." Ray 
complimented Amanda.

"Why thank you, but it's nothing at all."

"You mustn't say that dear. This is outstanding." 
Leslie told Amanda.

"Amanda's become quite the cook since I married her." 
He told Ray.

"Rachel I invited you here tonight not only to get to 
know you but to show you first hand one of the options 
available to you."

"And what is that."

"As you know; I am a man. What you do not know is that 
my wife used to be a man."

Ray looked at the beautiful woman across the table from 
him.

"You're kidding me"

"I would never do that. Darling?"

Amanda spoke up, "It's true. My name used to be Michael 
Watson. After sex reassignment and a disappointing 
experience with another man I fell in love with and 
married Leslie."

"Do you like it?"

"Which; being a woman or being married?"

"Uh, both I guess."

"Well the answer is the same either way. I have never 
been happier and I feel totally fulfilled. I love my 
life now and see that this is my proper role. Any other 
lifestyle would merely have left me as I was; lonely, 
depressed, and unfulfilled."

Ray considered how that those terms described his 
emotional state of late.

"Are there a lot of guys like me around?" Ray asked 
Leslie.

"Oh yes, It's the main reason for the Institute and we 
have helped hundreds if not thousands of people like 
yourself. In fact, every employee of the Institute is, 
or at some time was a man."

"Everybody?"

"Yes."

"What about the receptionist Nancy."

"Especially Nancy. Until quite recently she was Dan."

"Wow."

They made small talk throughout dinner. Dessert was 
offered, Amanda declined saying that she had to watch 
her figure, and when coffee was served she excused 
herself. Ray watched the enchanting brunette leave, 
still finding it hard to believe that she could ever 
have been a man.

Ray and Leslie carried their coffee to the sitting room 
where they resumed their discussion.

"So I assume you wanted me to see how you live to show 
me that I could stay Rachel, find a girl, and settle 
down. Sort of put myself in your shoes."

"Not really."

"Then what?"

"I wanted you to meet Amanda. To see that you could 
live happily as a woman. As you put it, to have you put 
yourself in her shoes."

"You mean change my sex and get married?"

"Not necessarily to get married, but your psychological 
profile shows us that you are much more comfortable in 
the female role and that you are still deeply in love 
with your former roommate. You indicated that you feel 
that he still loves you, but can't deal with the fact 
that you are men, despite your appearances. Now if you 
were a woman, I'd bet that he could overcome his 
homophobia and that you could subsequently have an 
wonderful relationship with him, much as Amanda does 
with me."

"Oh, I don't think so Leslie."

"Well I'm not going to push you into anything that you 
do not want, and you don't have to make up your mind 
tonight. I just wanted you to see what's possible. 
You'll meet your counselor Monday and she will cover 
all the bases with you. Gail is just the one for you. 
She was married when she was a man and now she's 
married again. Be sure to pick her brain, having been 
up the aisle in a both a tuxedo and a gown I am sure 
that she can give you a good picture of what it's like 
from both sides."


 CHAPTER 11

"Gail I want you to know what a difference you have 
made in my life. These past weeks have cleared up so 
much. I know now that I'd never be truly happy as Ray 
and I wanted you to be the first to know that I have 
decided to go all the way and become a whole woman."

"Oh Rachel, I'm so happy for you. Let's see, you've 
already lived as a woman for over a year so we can 
waive that requirement. I'll certify you as mentally 
competent and that takes care of the formalities. We do 
our own surgery on the premises so all you have to do 
is pick a date."

"All I want is to be healed up by Christmas. Is that 
possible?"

"Of course. Recovery takes about six weeks. Give 
yourself another four weeks to get your strength back 
and become familiar with your new plumbing and you'll 
be ready for anything, and I do mean anything." Gail 
winked at him. "You could wait a couple of months to be 
sure and still be done before Christmas."

"No. I'm sure. I'd like to get this over with as soon 
as possible."

"Great. How about a week from Monday?"

"That's fine with me."

"OK it's a date. By the way do you have those tapes I 
lent you?"

"Right here in my purse."

Ray handed them over the subliminal tapes that had been 
responsible for his change of heart concerning his 
change of sex.

"I don't know if they did any good. I took the sleeping 
pills you gave me and always fell asleep before I heard 
anything."

"Maybe it's just as well that you don't know how much 
they helped," thought Gail to herself as she took the 
tapes from the boy. "Can't have these getting into the 
wrong hands." It was amazing how fast and thorough 
those tapes were. Any man exposed to them would soon 
beg to be made into a woman, and they hadn't figured 
out how to turn it off once on. Gail thought about how 
she had been exposed to them by her ex-wife.

The passage from masculinity to femininity was a 
painful one for Ray, but when it was over, the fact 
that he had been a man seemed like ancient history to 
him. After recovering from surgery, he did what any 
girl in New York with unlimited funds would do; he went 
shopping. He had lost still more weight, and his body 
appeared to have stabilized at a size 7. 

Ray went to the best stores and filled out his 
wardrobe, or as he began to think of it; his trousseau. 
Remembering Jacks proposition, he considered himself 
engaged. One day on impulse he walked into a jewelry 
store and tried on engagement rings and wedding bands. 
He wished he hadn't returned the ring to Jack. 
Inspired, he went on from there to venture into a 
bridal salon and try on wedding gowns.

Ray admired himself in the mirror; he was captivated by 
the way he looked in the long ivory satin gown.

"I'm going to be the best wife to Jack that there is," 
he thought to himself.

Then he spoke aloud what would someday be his name.

"Mrs. Jack Doyle."

 Ray liked it. It seemed to roll off of his tongue just 
right.

 CHAPTER 12

The house seemed like an old friend to Ray as he let 
himself in the front door.

"Janice? Sally?"

"I guess they're out."

Sally had kept in touch and had let Ray know that Jack 
was home and looking forward to his return. Ray went up 
to his room; it looked like he'd only been gone a day. 
Looking at the closet, ray wondered where he'd put all 
the dresses he'd brought back from New York. Ray took 
off for his appointment at the salon.

The next day was Christmas Eve and by previous mutual 
agreement dinner was a formal affair and no effort was 
spared. Sally had known that the boys would be back and 
had cleaned the house until it shone, cooked for two 
days, and would serve them their Christmas meal in her 
formal uniform.

For their part, Jack and Ray each purchased new gowns, 
their long manes had been styled into elaborate 
coiffures, their fingernails were filed to long points 
and polished to a ruby gleam, and each had been 
expertly made over by his favorite beautician.

Ray and Jack saw each other for the first time when 
they came down to dinner and each was immediately 
captivated by the stunningly beautiful woman across the 
table.

Ray saw the look in Jacks eyes and recognizing it as 
desire thought. "Great. He still wants me."

Jack had obviously lost some weight, but seeing the 
cleavage visible in the decolletage of his strapless 
gown Ray thought, "Jack must still be taking hormones 
to look like that, but I don't care; I love him as he 
is, no matter what he looks like."

Ray thought about what it would be like to satisfy Jack 
as a woman. What would it be like to have his newly 
created womanhood penetrated by Jack's cock? To have 
his insides filled with pumping come? Would he enjoy 
it? His speculations were interrupted by Sally.

"I'm glad you guys are back because I have some good 
news. I underwent my surgery while you were both away 
and I'm a girl now."

Jack and Ray applauded and congratulated her loudly. 
Ray wanted to share with her that he was also, but he 
was saving that revelation as a surprise for Jack. It 
would be his Christmas present.

"Hold it, hold it. There's more. You remember Ben from 
the group? Well he's asked me to marry him and I've 
accepted. I want you guys to be my bridesmaids. Will 
you?"

They both agreed enthusiastically. Ray had wanted to 
ask her if she would do the same for him, but kept his 
mouth shut.

The boys made idle chitchat during dinner. Sally 
cleared the remains away and left them sipping eggnog.

"You guys don't mind if I take off?" Asked Sally. "I 
have a date with my fiancee."

"So do I" Thought Ray.

"No by all means go," said Jack, "and give our regards 
to Ben."

"So how was New York Rachel?"

"Full of changes. You just wouldn't believe it. How was 
your summer?"

"Oh I went to Colorado and spent time hiking the 
mountains and rafting the rivers among other things."

"Well it looks as though it agreed with you."

"Oh I'm positive it did. It changed my whole outlook on 
life."

"Am I correct in assuming that your being here tonight 
signifies that you have at least some interest in 
resuming our relationship?"

Jack gave a high-pitched giggle and licked the rim of 
his cup seductively.

"Well things can never be exactly like they were 
before, but to answer your question; Yes. I would like 
very much to resume our relationship."

Ray felt Jack's stockinged foot caress his inner calf, 
and as Jack played footsie with him, Ray's spirits 
soared.

"Well then, in keeping with our tradition, if one time 
can establish a tradition, I would like to exchange 
gifts tonight. If you'll come up to my room later, I 
will have yours ready for you."

"Excellent," replied Jack. "I'll give you yours then 
also."

Ray excitedly stripped off his evening wear and attired 
himself in a lingerie set made of red satin. He stuffed 
his breasts into a bra with no cups, then wrapped a 
garter belt around his tiny waist. After pulling smoky 
nylons up his shapely legs he hooked them up and 
slipped his feet into silver lame spike heels. He then 
stepped into and pulled up a pair of crotchless panties 
to complete his look.

Ray laid on the bed in a provocative posture and 
positioned a silk coverlet so that it discreetly 
covered his altered genitals. There was a soft knock at 
the door which connected his room to the bathroom.

"Come in, my side is open."

Jack entered through their connecting door and looked 
at Ray. He had a provocative look on his pretty face, 
and Ray could tell by the way that Jack's plump nipples 
were standing at attention under the thin silk robe, 
which he wore tied with a sash, that he was hot and 
ready for anything.

"Well Jack. Do you mind if I call you Jack? I really do 
want to start thinking think of you like that. Here's 
my present. My panties are crotchless."

Ray threw off the coverlet.

"And so am I."

Ray's conversion was exposed to Jack's gaze.

"I am all woman now Jack and I am all yours."

Jack froze and seemed to blanch. He gawked at Ray and 
there was an look in his eyes that Ray had never seen 
before and it alarmed him. It wasn't astonishment, 
rejection, condemnation, revulsion, or any of the other 
reactions that Ray had steeled himself to receive. 
Instead Jack just stared at him in an odd manner.

Ray got up off the bed, and ran to Jack, embracing him.

"Jack, darling," he cried, "don't look at me like that. 
You said that Rachel was the girl you wanted to marry. 
While I was away I found out that I love you so much 
that I couldn't live without you, so I became Rachel. 
For you Jack. Say you still love me and let's be 
happy."

Jack looked about as if he did not know where he was. 
He slowly came out of shock and hugged Ray.

"I'm sorry about what I said about being us being 
faggots and all that. I want you to know that I love 
you deeply and that nothing can make me love you any 
less, but right now I think that we should go 
downstairs and have a drink."

"Oh Jack. Don't be so serious. It's Christmas Eve and 
I'm your present. I've been dreaming about this day 
ever since I had my surgery... Or is it that you don't 
want me like this?'

"Oh no, never. It's just that..."

Jack was sniffling.

"Oh what the hell! Merry Christmas!"

With tears welling up in his eyes, the now sobbing Jack 
let go of Ray, stepped back, and untied the belt of his 
robe, letting it fall open. He wore nothing underneath, 
which revealed... nothing! Instead of the manhood that 
Ray longed for, there was only a furry patch of blonde 
pubic hair.

"Ray, I went to Colorado and became Janice for you. I 
knew I loved you and that there had to be a change and 
I thought that I'd have to be the one to make it."

Jack cried out loud.

"I wanted to take you up on your offer to make an 
honest woman out of me, but..."

They hugged each other and cried for awhile and then 
the two girls, who had once been Jack and Ray, but were 
now irreversibly Janice and Rachel, went looking for 
some booze.

And so concludes the fable of these two foolhardy young 
men who so recklessly sacrificed for each other the 
most fundamental component of their personality. Now 
every fable must have a moral and this one is no 
exception: When you're giving someone a present, make 
sure that it can be exchanged in case of duplication.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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