"It's Andrea, not 'Mark'." he replied.

"Andrea, nice legs!" said Bob.

Chris just whistled.

"Come on guys, be nice to her" said Amy. "She is doing a great job. She golfed with us yesterday, and did very good."

"What's good?" said Bob.

"Two over par" replied Amy.

The guys looked at each other. If 'Andrea' could almost break par, by 'herself', then in a scramble they would have a great score for sure! And the girls had done such a great job, they would have sworn that she really was a woman. There were only small subtle things that said otherwise. But they would work on those.

* * *

From then on, every weekend, Mark would go to the girl's, and become 'Andrea'. Andrea would hang out with the girls and their husbands all weekend, doing whatever the group did. On Sundays, the guys would golf with Brett, and the girls would go off on their own to golf too.

Andrea was finding it exciting to go shopping now. By the time it was a week before the big golf outing, she had a dozen outfits that she had picked out herself. She was wearing jewelry now, rings, necklace, even an anklet.

The girls had chipped in too, and had bought a new pink golf bag for her. Even her club covers were feminine and frilly looking now.

It was Friday now, two days until they teed off. The girls took Andrea to the mall, and had her ears pierced. They also took her to a spa, and had her eyebrows waxed, bringing them down to a thin feminine line of hair, instead of their former bushy appearance.

Andrea was very much used to being in public now, and was no longer feeling uncomfortable as a girl. In fact, 'she' had because so used to it, that she had loosened up, and was really enjoying the various freedoms and advantages of being a pretty girl. Like having the door held open for you. Or being able to get good service by batter her eyes at a man.

It scared Mark a little, because he was so comfortable at it. Realizing that he liked being a girl made him scared. But he couldn't stop now. It was almost time. He stayed as Andrea all day Saturday, even at his own house, just as he did every weekend now. Even some weeknights too. He went to bed early to make sure he was well rested for the big day tomorrow.

On Sunday morning, 'Andrea' woke up early, showered, shaved, put on her makeup, and got into her golf outfit. She ate a healthy light breakfast, and was doing the dishes when the guys rolled up in their SUV. She pointed to her clubs, and motioned to Chris to load them in for her. Another advantage of being a woman.

Chris grumbled, but loaded up the clubs. The three guys stared at 'Andrea' as she fixed her lipstick using the mirror behind the visor in the front seat, as they drove. They thought how well Mark had been getting into the role. They were going to fool everybody for sure!

The arrived at the golf course, registered, and loaded up their golf carts. Again, Andrea made the guys load up her clubs.

"I have to go to the potty" she said, as she headed to the lady's room.

"Hurry up, don't make us late!" said Bob.

"Why do chicks always have to go at a time like this?" said Chris.

"If you were a girl, you'd understand" said Andrea. She didn't want to get caught needing to use the porta-john again.

They got to the first tee, and it was finally time to go. Jeff started off by blasting a long drive, but into the deep rough where it would be hard to hit a shot. Chris followed with a snap hook into the trees. Bob took way too big of a swing, and popped the ball way high into the air, and it only went one hundred yards.

They drove forward to the red tees. They were surprised at how 'cute' Andrea acted as she teed it up. And how quickly she hit. Mark had a long routine, but Andrea just walked up to the tee, set up the ball, and hit. 'She' took a nice smooth swing, and hit the ball 180 yards. But it was right up the middle, leaving an easy shot to the green.

They all played from Andrea's tee shot.

"I think it's a 9 iron" said Jeff.

"If you hit a 9, I'm using a wedge" said Chris.

Jeff was on the front of the green with his shot, but the pin was in the back. Chris was way short of the green with his wedge. Bob tried to muscle a wedge, and ended up in the sand. Andrea used an 8 iron, took a nice smooth swing, and ended up ten feet from the flag!

Since Andrea hit the green, 'she' had the honor of putting first. She drained it, and the group had a birdie! The guys were all excited, but they failed to notice that it was actually the 'woman' who had done all the work on that hole.

The second hole was similar. All three men had poor drives, in the woods or the water. But Andrea hit a nice 170 yard shot, down the middle, which set up another birdie. They were 2 under, after 2 holes. There were 2 groups waiting to tee off on the par 3, as often happens in golf scrambles.

"Jeff, how's it going old pal?" said the guy from the group two places ahead of them. They talked for a while, and the guy leaned out the golf cart that Jeff and Andrea were riding in.

"Can you put that thing out?" sand Andrea, crinkling her nose and waving her hand at the smoke coming from his cigar.

He groaned, and turned away.

"How can you golf with a woman in your group?" he said to Jeff as he left.

"What did you do that for? Kevin is a good guy. Plus, you smoke! What's with you? You're acting like a chick!"

"Exactly" said Andrea, with a smile. "Do you think he's going to question if you're playing with a woman now? He's off there complaining about women golfers."

"She's right Jeff" said Bob. "Andrea is doing great."

But he was a little put off when he looked over, and saw 'her' fixing her makeup in her little mirror, rather than getting ready for the next hole.

A guy from the group in front of them had a bottle of whiskey, and offered everyone a sip. The three guys took a shot, but Andrea turned up 'her' nose to it.

"Why won't chicks drink with us?" said the guy.

"Why do guys feel they have to drink to play golf?" said Andrea, causing everyone to laugh.

The round continued with Andrea hitting the majority of strokes for the group. After 9 holes, the group was 8 under par! They would have to be among the top groups, so all they needed was a good back nine, and the tickets would be theirs!

At 'the turn' when they bought food in the clubhouse, Andrea pulled Chris aside.

"Please Chris, slow down your swing and just get one in the fairway"

"Why?"

"Everyone is going to be watching me. I need to hit a bad shot so they don't make for such a ringer"

"Okay, I'll play a safe shot."

"Thanks!"

They guys all had hot dogs with lots of mustard and relish piled on. Andrea had an apple and a granola bar.

On the 10th tee, Chris did as he promised and took something off his swing to get the ball into the fairway. Bob blasted a long one that looked playable too. So when they drove forward to the red tees, there wasn't much that Andrea could have done to improve on their position anyway. 'She' made sure that her backswing was too long, that toed the ball so that it popped up 50 yards, and landed in the swamp. The guys looking on from the clubhouse and the tee shook their heads. Typical woman golfer.

The group kept up the good work, and were making birdies at every hole. The 12th was a long par 5, but one with the women getting almost a hundred yards advantage over the men's tees. 'She' hit a nice drive of 200 yards, right down the middle. That set up an easy approach, which Chris left 20 feet from the hole. Andrea sank the put to make eagle!

As they came up the 18th fairway, they stood 17 under par. Normally, the winning score was somewhere around 16 to 18 under. 18 was also a par 5, and Andrea's 180 yard drive left them only 200 yards to the green. Again, she had spoken with Chris, and said that she was going to have to play down a bit on that hole, so she didn't raise any eyebrows.

Chris put his approach on the fringe of the green, while Bob was short and Jeff was left. Andrea picked a fairway wood, and made sure that she shanked it so that it only rolled forward 80 yards. The people gathered around to watch the groups finish their rounds smiled. What a waste to put a woman golfer in your group!

Chris putted first, but left it short. Next came Bob, who didn't play enough break, and left it below the hole. Jeff powered his shot through the break. It hit the hole, but didn't drop. That left it up to Andrea.

The guys had all bent over their shots, gone through long involved routines, then missed their putts anyway. Andrea just stepped up, took one practice swing, and hit. Everyone held their breath and watched as the ball rolled. It started to break as is slowed down near the hole. It took the break, and started to touch the forward edge of the hole as it slowed to a stop. It teetered on the edge for a second, but then all could hear the satisfying sound of the ball rattling around in the cup! It was an eagle to put the group, putting them at 19 under par!

Chris ran forward to Bob, and gave him a huge "high five". Andrea was jumping up and down. Chris then slapped hands with Jeff. Jeff put his hands up for Andrea to slap. He was very surprised when 'she' ran up to him, gave him a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek.

"Pam taught me to do that" she whispered into his ear. His own wife had told a man to kiss him!

But to the fans watching, nobody doubted that Andrea was a woman. She had acted like a woman would in such a situation. Hugging and kissing, instead of slapping and back patting.

They reported their scores, and smiled when they saw that the next group to them was at 17 under. They were ahead by 2, but there were 8 more groups behind them, still on the course. The guys were drinking beer after beer from the pitchers they were buying, but Andrea went with a fruit smoothie. The guys munched on hot wings, but Andrea restrained herself to the celery that came with it.

The guys kept running out as each group came off the 18th, to see the scores. But Andrea seemed almost disinterested, and seemed more intent on the conversation. She chatted with the girl serving drinks to the table.

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