He didn't *feel* old, but he was 35 now. When he was a child, a teenager seemed old. When he was 18, 21 seemed old! And someone 35 was like an old man. But now here he was, turning 35 himself. His body was in good shape, since he worked out regularly and played basketball two nights a week.

He felt sad because he was alone, with nobody to celebrate his birthday with him. He was fairly successful, living in a modest house in the Chicago suburbs. His girlfriend had left him a couple of months ago, and he hadn't been ready to date yet. He had been engaged once, but she had broken it off and returned the ring, which he still kept in a drawer in his desk.

Adam thought about it again. He hadn't really been able to form a close relationship with a woman. Something always held him back. He had really tried with Debra, but it just wasn't meant to be. He had been fooling himself anyway. If they had been married, he would have been unhappy today anyway. And her too. It was for the best. After she gave back the ring, he realized that he didn't have to get married just because he was 30 years old. He didn't need to do it for his parents, or for anyone else. It had to be for himself. He made a vow never to marry, unless it was for true love.

He went through the mail, but it was the usual junk mail and bills. And a birthday card from his sister in Iowa. He was past the age where anyone would give him gifts. It was kind of an empty holiday for him now. One to be dreaded instead of one to look forward to.

He thought back when he was young, and how he would blow out the candles on the cake. Being with family and friends. Including his special friend, Jan. He thought of her now and then, but never had the nerve to look her up. She must be married by now, with children of her own. He couldn't bear to think of her with another man, so he blocked her out his mind. He tried not to think of her at all. It made him too sad.

His thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang.

"Hello?" he said.

There was no answer.

"Hello?"

Must be a telemarketter. He hung up.

Adam went into the kitchen, and started to make his lunch. If you call a salami sandwich something you 'make'. He just didn't feel like anything fancier. The phone rang again, and this time it was the same: no answer. He was annoyed now, and decided that he wouldn't answer the phone again today. Let the machine get it.

When he was finishing his lunch, the doorbell rang.

"Better not be a salesman" he thought, still upset with the hang-up calls. He wiped off his mouth and hands, and went to the door. He opened it, and saw an auburn haired woman standing there. Something was familiar about her. Suddenly it dawned on him.

"Jan!" he said. She was older now, but it was her. He would know her anywhere.

"Hi Adam" she said.

They rushed together and hugged. It had been over twenty years since they had seen each other in person, and 15 years since they had last spoken. Yet they still had a bond of closeness which most people never get a chance to know.

"What are you doing here?" he said, still stunned at her visit.

"It's your birthday, isn't it? I thought I'd come over to celebrate it with you."

He invited her in, broke out his best bottle of wine, and they talked for hours and hours. He told her his history for the last 20 years. And she told him what had happened to her. She went to college, got an MBA, and was now a general manager for a manufacturing company. She had been married right out of college, but was divorced in under two years. Since then, she hadn't had a close relationship.

It struck Adam how similar it was to his experiences. Except that her husband had been controlling and abusive. Only after he broke her arm, did she divorce him. And she had other problems with other men being controlling over the years. She said that she just didn't trust any man anymore.

She had just been transferred to Chicago, and just on a whim had looked for him in the phone book.

"I called, heard your voice, and just froze. I'm sorry, but I was too scared to say anything."

"I thought you were a telemarketer" he said.

They both laughed, and continued their talk.

At the end of the evening, Adam knew that he wanted to pursue a relationship with his dear friend from his childhood. But given her bad experience with men, he didn't want to pressure her. He had to show her that he was different.

They agreed to meet at her apartment a few days later.

"Thank you" he said as she prepared to leave.

"For what?"

"For giving me the best birthday present I've ever received."

* * *

They got together as scheduled, and went out to dinner. Both had a wonderful time. When they got back to her apartment, Adam spoke his mind. He told her how lonely he had been, and how wonderful it was to spend time with her again.

"It's like we were meant to meet again, like my whole life led me up to this point on purpose" he said. She nodded silently.

"I don't want to pressure you" he said, "but I know in my heart that I'd like to have a relationship with you. I'd like to start seeing you. I'd like to start dating."

"After what I've been through" she said, "I have a hard time trusting men, like I told you. Even you. I'm sorry, but we need to build some trust first."

"I'm willing to go as slow as you want. I'm willing to do anything to build trust with you."

She sat quietly for a few moments.

"I will give you a chance. Come on over to my place Saturday morning."

"I'll be there" he said excitedly.

* * *

On Saturday, Adam showed up at her doorstep at 9:00am, as promised. She welcomed him inside, and had him sit on the couch.

"Listen Adam, I'm going to ask you to do something for me. I know this may seem strange, or may seem hard for you to do. But I've got to find out something about you. If you are still the way you were when you were young, then everything is perfect. But people change. I don't want you to think of this as a test, but I've just got to do this my way."

"I understand. You've had some bad experiences with men. I've tried hard to think of ways to build up trust with you, but I'm willing to do whatever you suggest."

"Now you don't have to do this. You can go home, and we can stay friends."

"No, I'm willing to go on" he said. She nodded her head.

"Come with me" she said.

Jan led Adam by the hand to her spare bedroom. Once inside the room, he was amazed at what he saw. There were little chairs and benches full of dolls and stuffed animals. On the table was a plastic tea pot and cups with saucers.

"A tea party!" said Adam.

"Do you remember?" she said.

"Of course. How could I forget?"

"And are you willing to do what you used to do?" she said.

"You mean...."

"Yes" she said, opening the closet door. Hanging inside was a collection of dresses, with a large row of women's shoes along the floor.

His first inner reaction was to say 'no', but he decided that she must be really testing him to see if he was willing to do *anything* for her. He would do it, just this once, to pass her test.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

She opened a drawer in the white dresser by the wall. She pulled out a small stack of clothes, with a pink disposable razor on top.

"Take a shower, shave your chest, underarms, and legs. You'll find some cream to put on to soothe the skin after shaving. Then put these on, and come back in here."

It was a lot to ask, and again he almost said no. His inner male screamed 'no', but there was a part of him which was excited too. He hadn't worn girl's clothes since the last time they had a tea party, and it would almost be like reliving something wondrous from his childhood. But that was before he became sexually aware. Now it would be something kinky. But it was for Jan. He trusted her, with all of his heart. He took the pile from her, and walked down the hall to the shower.

* * *

After Adam toweled off, he felt his now smooth skin on his legs and chest. He had a slight floral scent from the cream, but it did feel very good on his skin. He looked at the clothes she had given him. As a child, he had just worn a dress, not female undergarments. They felt strange and foreign, yet strangely exciting as he put them on. He stared in the mirror, and wasn't sure if he wanted to go through with this or not. If it wasn't for Jan, he wouldn't ever do this. But he just decided to grin and bear it.

He wrapped a robe around himself, and went back to the bedroom, where she had been making preparations. There was a dark blue dress laid out on the bed, along with several scary looking things.

"This is a corset" she said. "Step into it, and I will lace it up in back for you."

He obeyed her, and gasped as she pulled the strings tight. It squeezed his waste to make it look narrow, and seemed to make his hips look wider in the process.

"It will take some time to get used to. But many women were forced to wear them during certain periods of history, and they lived through it. So you'll adjust."

Next, she had two breast shaped things, which appeared to be made of silicon gel or some kind of soft rubber.

"Take off your bra. We'll need to apply a little glue first."

He didn't like the sound of that. It would mean that they were attached to him! But she undid the clasps in back, and had him turn around. A few drops of the special glue were added in the right place, then she positioned them on his chest.

"Cup your hands around them until it dries" she said. He did so, feeling so powerless and weak, having big breasts protruding from his chest. They were flesh colored, and looked very real. They even had nipples sticking out from their ends. They were even bigger than Jan's own natural breasts. Adam's face started to turn red in embarrassment, but Jan ignored it.

"Okay, let go babe."

He did, and felt them jiggle from being released. But they stayed in place. He turned towards the mirror, and could not believe that it looked like he had big breasts! She put the bra back on him, and it felt totally different now that the cups were filled with something to support. The fake breasts had weight, just like real ones. So the bra was pulled down, instead of riding up on him like it had before. The straps on his shoulder dug in a little, now that they had to resist the downward pull of his breasts.

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