"My don't you look pretty.", Carole walked toward me from the office.

I just stood there. I couldn't move. My mind raced to think of something to tell her but I couldn't. She came up to me and looked close at my makeup and how the dress fit. I could feel the sweat start on my hands.

"An admirable job for a male. This is obviously not the first time that you have done this is it?", she looked in the eyes.

I stammered for a moment, "No. Well Yes, I mean this is the first time I have taken any of your things to try them on but I have dressed before at home." There it was out. I finally admitted it to someone.

"I'm not going to hold any judgements against you but I think that you have betrayed my trust. I am not a harsh person and would like to give you the opportunity to make it up to me.", she looked serious.

"Well, what do you have in mind?"

"I am in need of a model for this weekend's show here at the store. I think that you look great in that dress and I need you to model it and some others.", she paused waiting to see my reaction.

"But, I would feel... it's just... No, I can't." I finally managed to say something intelligent.

"Ok. I am sorry that you feel that way. I do have the store survellance tape and I'll just have to bring it to your parents and explain why I had to fire you on your last night.", I could see a glint in her eye.

"No, wait you can't do that. I mean it wouldn't be fair.", I pleaded with her.

"It's your decision. I'll even pay you for the day. $100 for 4 hours work.", she seemed to lose the glint.

I thought about it for a moment. It would be great to be able to wear dresses like these in front of people. Would I pass? What if someone who knew me saw me? "Carole? Would I really pass as a girl?"

"Yes. But you would need a little help with your make up and walk. Tell you what. Come to my house Friday night and you will sleep over. I'll give you the treatment and teach you how to be a woman. The next morning you will come to the store, do the show and then I'll destroy the tape for you.", She started to get excited.

"I guess it's a date.", I smiled at her and then looked at my clothes, "I should change before I go home."

"Yes. Before you get totally dressed I will need to take measurements to assure that the items are fit properly.", she followed me to the backroom.

She helped me take the gown off and then she started measuring me. It didn't take too long and I was on my way home. A thousand thoughts went through my mind. Most of them questions. Carole assured me that everything would work out just fine.

I got home and snuck into the house. My parents were sound asleep as was my sister. As I started to brush my teeth I noticed the nail polish on my fingers. "Damn" I said out loud. I quickly found my sister's nail polish remover and cleaned myself up. Luckily no one woke up and I made it to bed without incident.

The whole next day I couldn't concentrate. I thought of Friday night and what would happen to me. In the afternoon I went to the local bookstore and bought a copy of Modern Bride. The clerk never gave me a second look and off I went to the nearby park.

I found a secluded area and layed out a blanket and started to read the magazine. There were so many beautiful dresses I once again drifted off to fantasy land. How would it have been if I had been a girl? My wedding day?

After a few moments I broke my thoughts and continued reading about makeup, dress styles, wedding arrangements and more. I was ready to be transformed!

Friday arrived slowly. I had explained to my parents that I was staying at a friend's house and left for the night. I didn't pack much since I wasn't going to be wearing my usual clothes. I made it to Carole's house at 7:00 and she invited me in.

Her house was elegant, yet simple. Flowers around the room, comfortable furniture and pastel colors abound. She asked me if I wanted something to drink and I politely declined.

"Ok, we don't have a lot of time before tomorrow. Go upstairs into the bathroom and draw a hot bath. Leave your clothes on the floor outside the door and I'll take care of them. In the bath wash yourself with the soap and sponge I left for you. When you are done shave everything from your eyebrows down. I'll check you out when you are done. If you don't do it right the first time then I'll shave for you!", she ushered me off to the upstairs.

I did what she said, stripping while running the bath. I dropped the clothes outside the door and got in the tub. The soap and sponge were right where she said they would be. I got started. The soap had a pretty scent to it and I enjoyed that. The shaving on the other hand took a lot longer. It wasn't that I was very hairy but there was enough for it to take me an hour to shave. When I was done I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a pink towel around me. I called Carole.

Carole walked in and had me drop the towel. I was very self conscious but Carole was all professional. She touched up a few spots that I missed and handed the towel to me.

"At the end of this hallway is a bedroom. There are clothes on the bed for you. Put all of them on and come downstairs for your makeover."

I just smiled at her and made my way to the bedroom. On the bed were feminine clothes, not that I expected anything different. A bra and panty set, a garter belt and hose and a simple pattern dress that came down to my knees. I carefully placed these items on and went downstairs.

"My don't you look pretty", Carole said involking memories of being caught in the store, "Come over here and let's get your face on."

Carole worked on my makeup for an hour and then she placed a shoulder length brunette wig on me. She fiddled with that for some time then gave me a pair of white pumps which I guessed where about 4" high. I put them on my feet without being asked and Carole brought a mirror over. I looked at my reflection and did not recognize the woman staring back at me.

"Oh my God", was all I could get out of my mouth.

"You do look very pretty and will have no problem passing tomorrow. My look at the time, we should eat.", she said while looking at the clock that read 9:30, "Here is a purse, I put your wallet in there and a few other items. Let's go and get some dinner."

"Wait, I'm not going dressed like this.", I protested.

"Why? You are going to be dressed tomorrow and you have to get used to being a female in public. Besides the walking will be good practice."

She grabbed my arm and out the door we went. I felt very self conscious as we walked down the front steps of her house. I almost tripped twice but Carole reassured me that I'd get used to the heels. She got into the driver's seat of her car and unlocked the passenger door.

We arrived at a nice Italian restaurant and went inside. I was not used to the click of the heels and I was nearly panic stricken. I was convinced that someone would figure out that I was a guy. We made it through dinner without a problem. I could not have been happier that I could pass as a woman.

As we arrived home my thoughts turned to the show tomorrow.