Mark looked up at the girls. He didn't like they way they were looking him up and down.

"The first thing you need to do," said Amy, "Is to go and shave."

"I already shaved this morning" said Mark.

"Not where we're going to shave you" said Amy, looking at his legs.

"No!" he said.

"If you're going to pass as a girl, you need to shave your legs. And your chest and armpits too. Please don't protest. You promised to give it a try for the weekend."

"Yeah. Just let us do our thing. If you keep fighting it, we'll just waste time" added Liz.

Mark took the towel and pink shaver that Pam held out for him, and went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, he arrived in the bedroom wearing only a bathrobe.

"Lets start with these" said Amy, handing him a pair of white panties, which had lacy trim.

"Why do I have to wear these?" said Mark.

"Because you'd look silly wearing boxers under your golf skirt."

"Golf skirt?"

"Yes. We got you an outfit. We did some shopping" said Liz.

The girls turned their heads as Mark pulled up the panties over his freshly shaved legs.

"Now take off that robe" said Liz.

"But..." he started.

"Look Mark. This weekend, you're a girl. You are going to do everything as a girl. One woman seeing another woman half naked is not a problem. No, we don't go around half naked in front of each other if we don't have to, but you're going to have to get over this, and think of yourself as a girl if we're going to get anywhere" said Amy.

"Maybe it would be easier if we gave her a girl's name now" said Liz.

"Good idea Liz!" said Pam. "What about Marcy? Or Marsha?"

"No good" said Amy, shaking her head. "If the golf group is Chris, Jeff, Bob and *Marcy*, it might raise suspicions."

"What is the name of that girl you were trying to get to dance with you at the club last weekend?" asked Pam.

"Her name was Andrea" said Mark.

"She was a real hottie, wasn't she?" said Amy.

"Yeah. And she blew me off."

"Well I've got good news for you" said Pam. Mark doubted that this was going to be good news either. "You are going to *become* her."

"Hi Andrea!" said Amy.

"Hi Andrea!" said Liz.

"Come on Andrea, answer her" said Pam. "I'm Pam. And you are..."

"Hi, I'm Andrea" said Mark.

"Nice to meet you Andrea."

"Now Andrea, take that robe off. We're all girls here."

Mark let the robe fall to the floor. He was embarrassed at how much of his privates were visible through the lacy panties.

"Now let's get these on you" said Amy, holding out two breasts. They were some sort of silicone gel, shaped just like breasts, but with side flaps. They even had nipples protruding from them.

Amy applied a few drops of a fluid to them, then positioned each of them over Mark's nipples.

"Hold your hands over them to keep them in place until they dry" said Pam.

Mark did it, and felt so strange. It was like he had boobs now! He felt their weight in his hands. They were cold, but they quickly came up to body temperature.

"Okay, let go" said Amy.

Mark did it, and felt so awful as he looked down and saw boobs on his chest. He looked up and saw Amy holding out a bra that matched the panties.

"Hold your arms out" she said. She pulled the bra onto him, and Pam closed the clasps in the back. Mark looked in the mirror, and couldn't stop staring at the image of himself with big boobs. Unless you looked really close, they seemed real.

Liz then held up a sexy black skirt.

"What about the golf outfit?" said Mark.

"Oh Andrea, don't be silly. When we go golfing tomorrow, you can wear your golf outfit. But today, you'll wear something more appropriate for what we're going to do."

Mark pulled on the skirt, and zipped it up in back. He didn't protest as they put on a coordinated top, which had one inch wide straps made of lace with a heart pattern. The trim also went along the neckline, allowing just a glimpse of the cleavage below. It was a very sexy top.

"Lets see you in the mirror Andrea" said Pam.

"That's pretty good, but look how the skirt lays" said Amy, shaking her head.

"She doesn't have much of a figure" said Liz.

"Pam, go to the store. You know what we need. We'll work on the other stuff while you're gone."

Pam said good-bye, grabbed her purse and headed out. Meanwhile, Amy and Liz led Mark to the vanity, and had him sit down.

"Liz will do you nails, while I start with the wig" said Amy.

Liz worked on Mark's cuticles, then shaped and filed the nails. His nails were too short to do much with, but she did her best. She started to apply the nail polish, while Amy kept working on the wig.

"We need to get this just right, so it doesn't come loose. We can't have you losing your head on the golf course!"

Even Mark laughed at that one.

Amy moved on to the makeup, while Liz was applying a second coat, then the sealer. Amy was good with makeup, and made sure to use enough to change the features that needed changing, but not too much. Mark was stunned at the effects. She made it look like he had full Luscious lips, high cheekbones, and alluring eyes. He had never worn makeup before, and hadn't realized all it could do to enhance your looks and hide your flaws.

Between that and the long hair, Mark felt like he was losing himself in femininity. They girls chatted with him all the time, as if he was a girl too. They kept calling him 'Andrea', so he would become used to the name.

Amy pulled out a set of contact lenses.

"I don't wear contacts" said Mark.

"These aren't corrective lenses. They just change your eye color. You are going to have striking green eyes" she said. Mark put them in, and was amazed at how it changed his whole look, having eyes like that.

Pam arrived with a shopping bag.

"Andrea, take off your skirt" said Amy.

Mark unzipped it, and carefully pulled it off.

"I have a couple of things for you" said Pam. First, there was a girdle. Mark stepped into it, and she adjusted it, then closed it tight. Mark gasped for a second as it closed around him.

"This will flatten your tummy, and make it look a little like you have curves" said Liz.

Next, Pam had a special pair of underwear. They had pockets in strategic places, into which they slid padding. Once Mark pulled them on, it made it look like he had wider hips, and more padding on his rear. Then he put the skirt back on.

"Oh, that's much better" said Amy.

"Look how it lays now the she has curves" said Pam.

With the wider hips and padded rear, the skirt no longer just went straight down. Instead, it flared out at the hips, and tapered as it went on up. It made a much more convincing look. When Mark looked in the mirror, it really did look at first glance like he was a girl.

"We have so much to work on!" said Amy. "We need to change the way you walk. The way you sit. The way you stand! Your posture, your hand movements. Lets get too it girls. Lets teach Andrea how to move like one of us."

* * *

By evening, Mark's feet were aching. He didn't understand why they had made him wear high heeled shoes all day, or why he had to be on his feet, unless he was practicing how to stand or how to sit. It really was like boot camp. Drill, repeat, repeat. They had him go over things again and again until it was becoming automatic for him. Holding his shoulders back, jutting out his chest, with his spine in the correct posture had been hard to learn, but he was getting good at it now.

Wearing all the feminine garb, he felt so helpless, so passive! He completely caved in to them, and let them order him around without protests anymore. After a while, he was actually starting to have fun in his role as Andrea.

By dinner time, all four were hungry, so Pam suggested that they all go out to dinner. Mark didn't protest the idea of going outside as Andrea. He would have to be 'her' in public all day when he golfed, so he had to get used to it.

They ordered for him, so he could learn to eat like a girl. They ordered him wine instead of his usual large beer. Or a salad instead of a fatty appetizer. Or that they would order one dessert, and share it amongst the four of them. That way, they each got one or two bites, but didn't have to feel guilty.

"Guys are lucky. They can lose weight quickly. It takes us much longer, and it is a lot more work!" said Liz.

"Yeah, we have to constantly work to keep our figures. And if you ever get pregnant, watch out what that does to your body!"

"Hopefully, I won't have to worry about that" said Mark.

"Oh Andrea!" said Liz, as they all laughed and giggled.

Next, they made Mark go to the bar with them, where they had margaritas, danced to the DJ, and sat around talking. Over the 90 minutes they were in the bar, there were at least a dozen guys who hit on them. That was the only thing that made Mark feel very uncomfortable.

"How do you handle it?" he said. "Being hit on like that?"

"We blow them off most of the time. And anyway, we're all married" said Amy.

"But it doesn't hurt to scope them out, or to have one dance!" said Liz.

"I felt so awful when that scuzzy guy tried to hit on me" said Mark.

"Now you know how Andrea felt last weekend when *you* were trying to hit on her. After being bothered by so many guys, it is pretty easy to get cold and just blow them off."

"But they're at the bar! They want to get picked up" said Mark.

"Do *you* want to get picked up tonight?"

"Of course not!" he said.

"Well, same with us. We might come here just for fun too. Or to unwind. Just because a woman is at the bar, doesn't mean she wants you to hit on her."

"I never thought of that" said Mark.

* * *

Mark spent the night over, as did the other girls. He wore a nightie, and slept on the couch after they stayed up late watching a movie.

In the morning, he showered, shaved, and put his boobs on.

"Where's my golf outfit?" he said, eager to hit the links.

"We're not going out until after noon" said Liz.

"Why? I usually golf early."

"Mark golfs early, but not Andrea."

"Why?" he said.

"Most courses frown on women golfers playing early tee times."

"They think we slow down play too much" said Liz.

"You'll find out how it is for us. Its not what you think" added Amy.

They spent the morning teaching Mark how to do his own makeup, then spent more time on making him learn how to act like a girl. It was only at 11:00 that they presented him with his new golf outfit. It consisted of a white skirt with powder blue trim, and a matching collared top with short sleeves. There was also a matching golf cap.

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