14--TIT FOR TAT "1990 SANDY THOMAS

Donna said, "He's right, that's only money. Even at ten thousand, you'd just write a check. Let's make it interesting. Something personal."

My mouth opened in dismay when Tana suggested to Donna, "How about your 'personal services' for say. . .two months."

Donna added, "Full time domestic help for two months. That means coffee served in bed in the morning, cleaning the house, serving dinner, the 'domestic' works: 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., six days a week. Domestic help is so hard to find.”

I stammered, "That's enough. Let's make it money, say $1000.00." I looked at Victor for support.

"You're chicken," Donna said to Tana.

"No, I'm not. . .OK," retorted Tana. "You're on! Let's have the 'preliminary' judging next Saturday at seven o'clock. The 'finals' will be after the party. The first to be 'discovered as male' after the party starts loses the bet.

Donna laughed, "Let's meet at my house. You have almost a week to get it together. You may want to start 'cleaning' right then and there."

I protested, but Tana insisted, "Com' on. It'll be fun. Everyone always said we look alike, I'm going to make you look like me."

When we arrived home, Tana was ecstatic. She directed me into the bathroom to shave while she proceeded to pick out clothes for me. A white full slip was first, then navy blue pantyhose fresh from a new package. Next she went to a skirt rack and chose a dark blue, side slit skirt, but decided a dress would be more feminine. She chose a blue silk dress that came to just above the knees. A pair of dark colored, open toe pumps were also chosen from a rack of over 15 pairs of shoes. Next she rummaged through her jewelry boxes, retrieving a multiple string of dark blue imitation pearls and a couple of costume jewelry bracelets.

She already had plans for my hair. I was to wear the wig she'd bought for herself. It matched her hair style perfectly.

Later, as she had finished neatly laying out my complete outfit on the bed, I came into the room with the nightgown on and a fluffy towel wrapped turban-style around my head. I saw the clothes and felt a sudden shiver run through me. "Are those for me?" I gasped.

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"They certainly are, Jerry. I'll help you get dressed, but first I have to look after your wig so that it can be arranged more appropriately later. Come sit down," Tana said pointing at the vanity seat.

I sat down and she unwrapped the towel from my damp locks. Carefully, with a wide-toothed comb she combed-out the fresh smelling hair. Next she moved a tray of long bobby pins closer to me.

"I need to pin your hair down so the wig fits properly. I think you are going to look a lot like me; we'll be sisters." I shook my head.

"You don't want anyone knowing you're a man right away, do you?" She asked.

"I guess not, but they will probably catch on quickly." "Not if I have my way," Tana said, "at the party, they will see you and won't think anything, except what a lovely woman you are. Besides, I want you to look so good that Donna will concede defeat now instead of waiting for the party," Tana stated then teased, "When we're finished you may want to be seen. You might want to show off a little." I watched in fascination as she placed the wig on my head, which felt a little heavy with the weight of the fluffy new hair.

"Now, Jerry, come over here. Take off your robe and slippers," Tana said.

Doing so I was told to sit on the edge of the chair while she rolled pantyhose up my legs. Seeing the hair on my legs she commented, "I think you're going to have to shave your legs. We can't have them looking so hairy."

"But everyone will notice my shaved legs," I said as the excitement and my nerves mingled.

"We're only going over to Victor and Donna's house this week, but I want you shaving those legs from now until the party. You can let the hair grow back then."

Before I could think of anything to stop her, she brought out her electric shaver, removed the hose and quickly shaved my slender legs. She didn't stop there either, proceeding to shave clean both of my underarms.

By this time my heart was pounding with the apprehension. Once again she rolled the pantyhose over my now smooth legs. She had me stand up to pull the hose up to my waist and over the panties. Next she had me step into the matching blue half slip. Its dark lace tickled my knees through the pantyhose. Looking around, Tana saw that she