Even the frat brothers eating this up the mostwere set uneasy by that line. She really, really had something on them.They only hoped to never be in th...t situation themselves.Luke knew firsthand. He felt lucky that his makeover wasn't broadcastlike this one, or he might not have ever been able to show his face atthe school ever again.After a few seconds, Max spoke up first. "Susie, please make me yourpretty femboy," he said in a bad falsetto, but not a sarcastic attempt, areal one."Thank you. I'm sorry,already! I'm sorry for everything! I'm sorry for the hot spring. I'm sorryI was rude and ungracious while you tried to help me. I'm sorry for six monthsof Sunday's. Okay? Are you satisfied?" "Not yet." His eyes glittered dangerously. "Your lame-ass excuse is not goingto cut it with me." She pulled her shirt down over her breasts. "So just what will cut it," shedemanded defiantly. He was silent. A gleam of ravenous seduction entered his eyes, and his gazedropped, raking her body. Here he was, broke, working at a minimum wage job, inexperienced sexually, and having the gall to think he could make money off women.An envelope arrived in the mail. The return address read Bizop, Inc. Inside were a couple of paragraphs on a single mimeographed sheet.*That* was the entire program. He was to place the following classified ad in the personals section of any newspaper of his choice, and hope for the best.Never experienced the ULTIMATE? It's not too late. Specialist in bringing. The came a cream colored shirtwaist dress, with a flaring full skirt, anda three inch wide belt.I hung a towel around my shoulders and did my makeup. Half an hour later,I was brushing my hair out in full curls to dance on my slenderizedshoulders. I donned jewelry, spritzed on perfume, and, really wondered ifI had gone too far. My job was on the line, here.If Greg thought I was a queer, he might very well try to get me fired,and, he probably would not have very much trouble doing it either.But,.