"We would have gotten a sleeveless one for you, but your shoulders are too big. We need to hide them" said Amy. Mark wasn't a large man, but he was still a man. But with all the work they did to him, he could pass for a large woman.

"Now show me how you would tee up a ball" said Amy, once 'Andrea' was fully dressed in 'her' new outfit. They put 'her' long hair from the wig up into a ponytail, and pulled it through the opening at the back of the cap.

"Cute" said Liz.

Mark pretended to tee up a golf ball, like they asked.

"No, no, no!" said Pam, shaking her head.

"Remember Andrea, you're wearing a skirt. You can't do something like that where you spread your legs wide open. Here, do it like this."

Amy stood with her feet close together. She bent from her waist only, and pretended to put the ball on the tee. Her pantyline showed through her shorts as she did it.

"That drives guys crazy, to see a girl with her butt in the air like that" said Liz.

"Try to look dainty when you tee up" added Pam.

Mark went through their 'tee up' move a dozen times, until they were happy with it. Now it was finally time to head to the course.

* * *

They had a 1:17 tee time at the university course. Jeff and Bob had met their future wives when they were students together, so Pam and Liz had played the course before. Only Amy was going to try it for the first time. The three women weren't bad golfers, but not good enough for the guys.

"Now remember" said Amy, as they loaded their clubs into their golf carts, "You can't go out there and swing like a guy."

"That would be a dead giveaway" said Pam.

"Remember what Anika Sorenstam says" added Liz.

"What's that?" asked Mark.

"That she never swings more that 80% of her maximum on big shots. Slow and smooth is the way to go."

"I'll try to remember" said Mark.

They got to the first tee, and had to wait while the group ahead of them hit to the green. They were slow, and it seemed like a long time that the girls had to wait.

"Now remember, you're going to learn today that playing from the red tees has a unique set of problems" said Amy. "Its not what you think."

"How's that? You get easy tee placements."

"Just wait and see" she said.

Finally, the girls could tee off. Amy, Liz and Pam all hit shorter drives than the guys would have, but they were all in the fairway, or the first cut of rough. Mark teed it up like they had taught him, then tried to swing as slowly as possible, and was surprised that his drive wound up in the fairway too. Instead of trying to crush the ball, and ending up in the trees, he was right in the middle of the fairway. Yes, he lost a lot of distance, but since he started from the lady's tee, he was just 100 yards away from the green.

"Nice shot Andrea" said Amy.

"Thanks!" replied Mark.

They played out the hole, with Mark getting a par.

"Two things" said Pam.

"What?" he asked.

"First, you can't drive that aggressively as a girl. You need to go slow and safe. Better yet, let the guy drive, and just ride along. And keep your feet in the cart when you ride! You look foolish."

"Sorry" he said.

"And secondly, you're taking way too long. A woman doesn't go through a long routine like a man does. Just get up there, take a quick practice swing, then hit! Don't do all that fiddling around!"

They drove their carts to the second tee. Mark got out to wash off the golfball. He looked around, but couldn't find a ball washer.

"Where's the ball washer?" he said.

"We don't get one. They put them up by the men's tees, but not for us."

"That's not fair!" he protested.

"Tell me about it!" said Amy. "And that's just one little disadvantage we get."

Mark didn't know what they meant, but he would soon learn. He was excited that they were on the 2nd tee, past all of the water, and able to just hit the ball down the fairway.

"Hey" he said when it was his turn to hit. "This tee box is crooked! Its facing off to the side."

"A lot of courses add on the lady's tee box as an afterthought" said Liz. "We get stuck with tees like this that aren't even aimed towards the fairway."

"That sucks!" said Mark.

"You've got that right Andrea!"

Mark swung slowly again, and topped the ball. He swore as it only rolled 100 yards.

"You can't swear like that" said Amy. "If you hit a bad shot, just keep quiet. A lady would never swear on the golf course."

Mark was unhappy with his shot, until he arrived at it in the golf cart. He noticed that he was in the middle of the fairway, and just an easy iron shot away from the green! He never had a drive in this good of a spot from the men's tees, even though he had played the course at least 50 times before. His face lit up when he realized that a hundred yard roller really *was* a good shot!

He happily played out the hole, then drove to the third tee. Mark reached into his golf bag, and pulled out a bottle of schnapps. It would be a bit of a wait until the group ahead of them cleared the green. They weren't courteous, and did not wave the girls up. So they had to wait. A perfect opportunity for a quick drink.

"No!" said Amy.

"Why not?" said Mark.

"Girls don't drink on the course. And if we did, it would be a cooler or something. We would not put our lips on a dirty bottle like that. Ew!"

"Then how about..." he said, pulling out his cigar.

"No!!!" said all three girls in unison.

"Have you ever seen a woman sucking on a big cigar?" said Liz.

"You would look ridiculous. Don't even think of it!" said Pam. "That would be a dead giveaway."

"And if you want to be an authentic woman, you should complain and whine if a man near you lights up."

"Good idea Liz!" said Amy.

Mark put away the cigars and the booze. He was disappointed. How are you supposed to golf if you can't smoke or drink?

The group ahead of them finally got off the green, so the girls teed up. The men's tees were high on a hill, so they had a good view of the elevated green. But the ladies tees were down low, so it was a blind shot for them.

"I can't see the pin! How am I supposed to know if my shot stayed on the green or not?" said Mark.

They just glared at him.

"Oh, sorry" he said.

He teed it up, as they had showed him, then hit his shot without going through his long routine. He was surprised to find that he actually hit the ball better, because he didn't tighten up with all of his normal preparations. He just stepped up, and hit. It was simple, and it worked great!

It turned out that all four of them were on or near the green. They chipped on, then stood aside and waived up the next group, as is proper with golf etiquette. Then they went on up, and hit their putts. They got into the golf cart, and drove to the 4th tee.

When the arrived there, they found a ranger waiting for them.

"Ladies, you're going to need to speed things up" he said. "The course is running late, and you are falling behind."

Mark was about to say something, but Amy elbowed him, and said "Sssh!"

Liz acted strangely smily and giggle with the ranger, and promised that they would try better to keep up.

"Why did you do that?" said Mark as soon as the ranger pulled away.

"If we gave him any lip, he'd be all over us. We've been thrown off the course before, for playing 'too slow'."

"But we've waited every shot for those guys ahead of us!"

"It doesn't matter. Rangers think that women are too slow, so we get harassed. Get used to it."

"Be glad you don't drive a car as a woman every day. I get pulled over by cops all the time, even though I didn't do anything wrong. They just want to check us out."

"That's terrible!" said Mark.

"You had better tee up Andrea. They're out of range now."

Mark went to the tee, and made another discovery. The men's tees were large in size, to the grounds keepers could move around the tee box all the time. This meant that the grass at the tee was in decent shape. But the area for the lady's tees was very small, so it was all chewed up.

"There isn't a flat place to stand on!" protested Mark.

"You'll have to make do the best you can" said Amy. "We do. Quit whining and hit."

"You women are always whining about something" giggled Liz.

When they got to the next tee, Mark started to walk to the porta-john.

"Where are you going Andrea?" said Amy.

"I have to pee" said Mark.

"Not in there you don't!"

"Where then, in the woods?"

"Ew! No way silly. You have to wait until you get to the clubhouse."

"Why?"

"A woman would not pull down her panties and sit on something that dirty, unless it was a real emergency. Hold it in like we do, and wait until we get back to the clubhouse."

Mark wasn't happy, but he turned away. Waiting until he got to the clubhouse also meant that he would have to go into the women's room. Something he wasn't looking forward to doing.

* * *

"You did very good Andrea" said Amy, once they arrived home. "You acted like a girl, and nobody looked at you twice. They didn't even question you when you went into the lady's room."

"Yes Andrea, you make a wonderful woman!" said Liz.

"Uh, thanks, I think" said Mark.

The girls cleaned themselves up, put on new outfits, and went out to dinner again. Then they caught a movie, had a nightcap, then went home.

"Tomorrow we'll work on some more things, but the guys get home in the late afternoon. We'll need to clean up the house."

Mark felt sore all over, from all that they had him do. They made him do housework, so he could practice how to do things with grace, even when doing work. More walking around in heels. More putting on and taking off makeup. But now came the hardest part.

The guys would be home in half an hour. He would have to show off for them. He put his makeup on again, dressed up in the golf outfit, and waited in the living room.

The guys were only fifteen minutes late. They didn't invite Brett inside, which suited Mark just fine. It was one thing for the girls to see him as 'Andrea'. It was another thing for his friends to see him. But for someone he barely knew to see him like this, knowing it was him, would have been too much. It hadn't been so bad yesterday, because he had been anonymous. But what would Brett think, seeing him looking like a girl?

"Wow Mark, look at you! You look like a chick!" said Jeff.

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