When he woke up, it seemed like it had all been a dream.

He was alone in bed. He was in a hotel room. His hotel room. Could it just have been a really good dream? A very real dream?

Last night. Mmmmmmm. A dream come true. Fantastic. The whole thing was just unbelievable but had it happened? He wished that he could dream it again. Be a woman again for just one more night. Feel those feelings again. He had loved it and it had been more than he had ever believed it could be.

He sat ruminating for a long time. Finally, it was time to get dressed and leave he supposed. No need to spend the weekend here. He could just go home.

But wait. On the dresser was a single long stemmed red rose. And a note.

"Heather, my love;

You are truly a beautiful woman.

If you enjoyed last night then please come and meet me again tonight. Same time. Same place.

Love, Alex"

He was very excited. He could hardly believe that it had been real. That he hadn't dreamed all those things but had actually lived them!

The rest of the day he spent on cloud nine. He soaked in a bubble bath, shaved, primped, powdered, perfumed and made up.

Unfortunately he only owned that one outfit. He realized that he would need another but was afraid to go out into the real world dressed as a woman to buy them. Not in broad day light. And this one outfit had taken him years to assemble.

He watched television, ordered room service with wine and waited for the day to pass.

And slowly it did pass. After what seemed like hours he decided he could at least go window shopping. He got dressed and walked down to the main shopping area and wandered about.

He saw a few things in windows that he liked, here and there: A body suit made of almost see through knit lemae; an artist's blouse in silk; a great black dress, turtle necked and sleeveless, very tight; a form fitting black leather jump suit with lots of zippers; thigh-high black leather spike heeled boots; a linen business suit, skirt and matching jacket with a nipped in waist; pleated kilt skirt; He even found a ruber shop that had the sexiest latext body top and skirt.

If only he could buy any of it. He signed deeply and stared into the window of one of the shops. If only...

"Why not," Alex said.

Started, he turned to find she was standing beside him.

"Why not just go in and buy what you'd like?"

"I, ah, I...I, um. What size do I wear?" he asked trying to recover. Her beauty was even more powerful in the light of day. He was lost in her gaze: those deep green eyes. Pools of infinite calm, yet a fire was clearly present in them.

"Depends on the maker. Come on, Let's go in." And she took his arm and guided him into the shop.

Some time later they left the shop with several bags in tow. "Gifts for the wife," they had said.

She lightly kissed him and said, "See you later ... Sweetheart." And she was gone as quickly as she had appeared.

He returned to the hotel bouyant. Lots of new things and best of all, he now had a fair idea of how to go about buying more.

As a matter of fact, after trying on all the things he had bought, and loving it, he went out and purchased more! Lingerie, Bras, stockings and even a latex number whihc would fit so tight and feel so good he could hardly conceal his growing erection.

Back to the hotel for a late afternoon fashion show! A quick meal. Another bubble bath and a nap and then...

At ten-thirty he was in the bar, dressed in one of her new outfits, and alone. She felt magnificent in her skin-tight, zip down, knit top and red plaid & pleated skirt, which stopped a generous amount above her knees so as to show off her perfect long legs. At 10:33 the waiter put a drink down in front of her and indicated a guy at the bar, who toasted and smiled at him.

The minor fear that once, only yesterday,rode him about appearing in public as a woman immediately blossomed into an all consuming fear. The old questions suddenly arose and badgered him. Dressed as a woman and in a public bar. His business associates could very possibly be in this bar at this very moment.

"Have to get out of here. Must leave," his mind screamed.

He stood to leave and the guy who had sent the drink over cornered him at the table.

"Hi. My name's Ted. Mind if I join you?"

He (Heather) was stunned. He was afraid to speak, lest his voice give him away. He was afraid to let this guy join him, lest he be found out. The moment seemed to hang in the air for eternity, when from no where, Alex appeared.

"Ted. I see you've all ready met Heather. Won't you join us?"

The events began to swirl in Heather's mind as she sat down in the chair Ted had pulled out for her. "Big mistake! Don't sit down with them," he heard somewhere in the back of his head as he sat and crossed his long shapely legs..

Ted sat down in the chair next to Heather's. "You didn't tell me she was this beautiful, Alex," Ted scolded good naturally.
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"I didn't have to. And would you have believed me anyway?" Alex asked with assured confidence.

"No. I guess not," he replied. "So Heather, What do you do?"

"I...I'm in copiers," he stuttered, still stunned. He looked at Ted more closely. He was tall, muscular in build, dark short hair, expensive suit, Armani, good taste.

'But I'm a confirmed lesbesin', Heather thought as she/he began to relax just a bit.

"That is she is presently in copiers. She is considering coming to work for me," Alex interjected.

Heather looked to Alex for a clue; but instead was once again swept away with her intense beauty. Her perfect shape. Her swelling, luscious breasts. Her long beautiful legs. Her tiny waist, deep green eyes and long luscious auburn hair. He became totally lost in her, as always.

Ted took advantage of Heather's apparent confusion to slip his arm around her shoulders.

He/she turned to stare at Ted with bewilderment. Things were out of control. Going fast. Through the haze, as if coming from a far distance, he thought he heard Alex saying good night. Good Night!? Her attention snapped back to her present situation just as Ted was pulling her chair out for her. Was this all in her/his imagination?

As Heather stood, Ted put his arm around her again and pulled her close to him. Alex leaned in to kiss her good-bye and whispered in her ear, "This is a test. Pass it my Love. Come to the penthouse when your date is over." And she was gone, marooning him/her with Ted.

Ted gently guided Heather out of the bar and into the hotel elevator. As soon as the car doors closed and the elevator began to rise, Ted pulled Heather into a tight embrace and kissed her. Long and deep and on the mouth. Heather was disgusted. She resisted, but couldn't withdraw. Ted's embrace was very tight. He nibbled her ear, his hot breath tickling her neck. His strong arms pinning her arms to her sides. Finally she could do nothing but surrender. She tentatively kissed back. Still disgusted, but not as much. She closed her eyes and surrendered more. Then something rippled all through her body. A chill, goose bumps, a cold hot wave. A mass tingle. She didn't know exactly what, but it was something major. Something cateclysmic.

When the doors opened on his floor, they were still kissing. He did not release her from his embrace and the doors closed again. He gently pushed her arms behind her back and leaned against her, pinning her arms behind her. He began to lightly caress her thigh through her stockings. Rising slowly but surely to her crotch. Sending out the same wondrous sensations as Alex had the night before in almost the very same situation.

She shuddered again then swooned. Everything in her body tingled with hot cascading erotic sensation against her will. She could feel something drawing her inexplicably towards him. Forcing her to return his kiss deeply and passionately. She fought it but lost when his hands lightly graced her inner thighs, close to the top of her legs, close to the garden of Eden. She surrendered finally and completely. What ever Ted had in mind was OK with her.

The next thing she knew, she was in another luxury suite, staring up at the ceiling and not knowing how she got there.