" All right, honey. Just slip on your heels and sit down here at my dressing table. I'm going to cover this mirror with a towel so you can't see till ...'m through. Now, you're really going to become my girl."First came a wig. Long blond hair with tons of curls. And then the makeup.I couldn't describe all the lotions and powders and colors, but I know I sat for a long time as she worked on my face. Finally, she finished with my lips; bright red lips outlined in a slightly darker color. And then. She likes me and has flirted with me since she has been there.we have gotten to know each other the past year and have gotten along well.one day i was stocking up some canned goods on a higher shelf,she smacked my ass and said "you have a nice big ass,young man" i got turned on by that and have tried nervously to do the same thing back,but was too shy to do it.one day,we had a sale and she was in a jam and asked me to help her get some stuff sold cause if she didn't get the right amount of. "I knew she was right of course, but her saying I needed to wear a bra allof the time implied that I would be dressing as a girl a lot more thanoccasionally, and that quickly brought my fear to my face. When I askedthe obvious question, "Why?", all she said was that with the growth ofbreast I already had, and my figure, it was a foregone conclusion."With the development you already have, you need to wear a bra all of thetime now, and you know it." Her saying that was scary enough, yet. All that cost two ounces of gold, leaving me with ten ounces of gold coin. I took a room with breakfast and dinner for a month, taking another ounce from my poke.I took up my medical kit and visited a local doctor of good reputation. I could tell that the words running though his mind were "Don't let the door hit you in the ass, kid."I decided right there and then to go for broke. I pulled out my wallet. I slid out my driver's license, my veteran's ID card, a Citibank credit card with my photo.