46-CONTEMPORARY TV FICTION

Slamming on the breaks, I nearly swerved into oncoming traffic. "NO WAY!"

"WAY!" he giggled. "Just drive. I'll tell you all about it.

By the time we reached his house, I my entire world was turned topsy turvy! "I just don't understand," I huffed, escorting Wayne into his empty house. "How can a guy be made to be SO feminine? Why would he want to?"

"If you MUST know, I'll tell you. "But since Mom and Rachel aren't back from the movies, lets go up to my room. I want to get out of this dress. I might need your help."

Reluctantly agreeing, I carried him up stairs. As we passed the threshold of his bedroom, he coyly remarked, "Romantic, huh? Somehow, I always envisioned myself as the carrier. .not the carried!"

"Cut it out, or I'll drop you on your head," I half kidded. But with Wayne smiling warmly, my anger melted away.

"Monsieur, poot mi oon zi bed, si vous plait," he joshed in an effected, yet quite feminine, French accent. As I gently placed him down, he kicked off his pumps. "Et now, zi dress, OUI?"

"NO!" I gasped. It wasn't like I'd never undressed a girl before. In fact, I was quite adept at it, especially in the back seat of my car! But not for Wayne. . .Not a GUY!

"Really, Ron, you got to get me out of these clothes. I would if I could, but as you can see, I'm in NO shape!"

"Sorry, Wayne." Undoing the rear hook, I drew the zipper downward. My hands quaked as I exposed the lacy bra strap hugging his sleek alabaster back.

"Be gentle," he softly warned, raising his good arm. "My shoulder's still awfully sore.'

After several false starts, I finally lifted his dress up. Yet, I couldn't bare to look beyond what I'd already seen.

"Watch what you're doing!" Wayne cringed in pain. "You're catching the dress on my bad arm!"

"OOPS!" I choked. But when I opened my eyes, I wish I

hadn't!

"Like what you see, Ron? Just so you know, my measurements are 34-22-34!"

"It...it CAN'T be!" I wailed. "It's only suppose to be p. ..padding...isn't it?”

Suddenly, his coy demeanor vanished. "Rita changed the plan," he pouted. "I've lied to you, Ron..."

BOSOM BUDDY -47

Aghast, I stared at the lacy cupped sheath, securely banded across his narrow chest. As physically and mentally fit as I was, nothing I'd experienced ever prepared me for this!

"Don't be afraid of me," he tearfully pleaded. "You're my only true friend in the world...You MUST know the TRUTH!" As I reached for the small clasp connecting the cups of his brassiere, my muscular arms quivered involuntarily. After faltering several times, Wayne finally took my hand, guiding

it.

"THANK YOU!" he sighed as the bra slacked loose. Turning his back to me, all I could see were empty, dangling cups as he skillfully wiggled the straps from off his slender arms.

"Ready, for a little surprise, Ron?" Wayne breathlessly whispered. With his arms tightly banded across his chest, he gazed pertly into my eyes.

Seconds ticked like hours as I stared in horror at my friend's feminized body. So intense was the tension, I could hardly breath!

"Close your eyes," he softly purred, grinning encouragingly. Once I did, he said, "At the count of ten, open them." His cadence was slow and calming. Yet half way through, I jerked, feeling Wayne's long fingernailed hands holding mine. "...Eight. . .nine. . .ten. . .It's time.”

Our hands still intertwined, I reluctantly fluttered my eyelids open. "MY GAWD! It CAN'T be!"

"Ron," his eyes begged for acceptance but also with a sense of confidence announced, "I have BREASTS now!"

Wide, rosy areolas centered on pert, conical mounds, resting high upon his narrow chest. Erect, crimson nipples engorged before my very eyes, thickening to the size of pencil erasers! "What the...?" I sputtered. "You were never build very manly, but THIS is beyond belief!"

"I thought you liked breasts?" he asked.

"Yeah, on girls!" I gasp. "I've never seen them on a boy.

Wearing only tight cut panties and pearl stud earrings, my feminized friend sauntered toward his canopied bed. His twin orbs bounced rhythmically with each petite, tip toed step he took.

"Shhh. Sit with me, Ron?" Sleekly curling his shapely, long legs he sat atop his curvaceous hips. As if in a trance, I followed his beckoning hand, patting a place beside him.