One day Loraine was reading a magazine, when she came across an ad for a spa in California. It promised that with a 2 week stay, a woman would be pampered, soothed, have fun, and most of all, come home having lost weight, and looking better than she has in years. It was expensive, but it sounded like just what she needed. She needed to relax and have fun, but if she could also lose some weight and look better for John, then perhaps their relationship would improve.

She went to their web site, and looked at the palm trees, the ocean, the activities...it was so wonderful sounding that she asked John if she could do it.

"I have enough money saved up. And you'd have 2 weeks to golf with your buddies, stay out late, and all of that. What do you say?"

"If you really want to go, sure" said John. He relished the thought of not being nagged for 2 weeks, and being able to do whatever he wanted.

"Oh thank you honey" she said.

* * *

When Loraine came back from the spa, John's jaw dropped when he saw her. She must have lost 30 pounds, and in all the right places. She was radiant, looking better than he had ever seen her. He could have sworn that her boobs were bigger too. Her overweigh tummy was flat, her legs were sexy, her butt looked smaller, but her curves were quite apparent. She looked hot! He was astounded.

"Look at you! What did they do to you?" he asked.

"I'm sworn to secrecy. But I can tell you that it was such a fun vacation! It was *so* wonderful."

Something in her voice sounded wrong though. There was a twinkle in her eye that she normally only had after sex, so he was immediately suspicious that there was something she wasn't telling him.

After the spa, John's sex drive picked right up, and the couple were now having sex 5 or 6 nights a week. Loraine felt so good that she was turning him on again! It made her feel special, like when they had first dated. He was treating her so much better now.

But bit by bit, over the next six months, she started to put weight back on again. She didn't have time to exercise, and she drank a couple of days a week, so like most women, she gained weight. She felt depressed that she didn't keep the weight off. But then she had an idea: go to the spa again!

"Please John, it was so much fun the last time. I have almost enough money. I would just need a thousand or so from you."

John considered it, but the thought of having his wife come home looking like a sexy young thing was good enough to make him write the check. Loraine beamed and kissed him when he handed it over. He was notoriously tight with his money, so this was quite a thing for him to do.

* * *

Again, when Loraine came back from the spa, it was unbelievable how good she looked! She seemed to have the body of a 19 year old, perfectly firm and tight where it needed to be, but womanly and sexy. But again, there was something in the way that she was walking, and something in her eyes, like a remembrance of the bliss after making love. Something was up, but John couldn't tell what it was.

John tried to pry out of her what they did there, but she refused to tell him, saying that she was sworn to secrecy. This made him suspicious. If she was strutting around some spa half naked, looking like a hot babe, then was she doing something with the cabana boy? He felt jealous of her. He wanted her, and all to himself. They went home, and made love for over an hour.

* * *

As with last time, after six months, Loraine told John that she needed to go to the spa again. She had done a better job this time at keeping her body thin, and he didn't think she needed to go. Not at the prices they charged. But she kept whining and bugging him until he finally relented.

But it wasn't good enough that she go off for two weeks to have an affair with some guy named Sergio or something like that. No, he wasn't going to just let her trounce off like that this time. He was going to watch her.

John went to the internet site for the spa, and found that it only served women. So he could not go with her, to keep an eye on her. But he couldn't stop her from going, and he was certain that she was having an affair there. If he was to go, that could only mean on thing. He would have to disguise himself as a woman.

It was a shocking conclusion, but John decided that it was the only course of action. There were 3 weeks remaining before her trip, so he didn't have much time to prepare. John went to several online stores, and bought women's clothes for himself. He didn't want to do it in a retail store in the mall; he would be too embarrassed to be seen by anyone he knew. So he kept it secret, but shopping online.

He bought a dress, skirts, capri pants, tops, blouses, bras, panties, and shoes. He bought a wig, cosmetics, pantyhose, more shoes, jewelry, and more. But the next problem he had to solve was a big one: women have breasts, but of course he didn't.

John found a web site that talked about issues for women, and clicked on the link for breast cancer. He knew one woman from work who had a breast removed. After she returned to work, she was wearing some sort of prosthetic device that made it look like she had two breasts. He decided to look into those.

John found that the latest technology was one where a silicon breast form is surrounded by a type of high-tech foam. It is molded to fit your chest exactly, and stays in place so that you can even wear a bikini top. The foam keeps it cool against the skin, because it breathes, yet it looks realistic. He found a clinic nearby that sold these devices, so he made an appointment to go get fitted. He would lie to them and say that he was a female impersonator at a club, and with the economy as it was, they wouldn't hesitate to make a sale.

Next, while clicking around, John stumbled across a couple of online stores that catered to men who liked to dress up as women. He had no idea that such places existed. He found things like padded panties that rounded the butt, like a woman's. Or girdles designed for men, to give them hip padding too, so they would seem to have curves. They also offered shoes in larger sizes, and other devices to augment the illusion of a man being a woman. John eagerly purchased several of these items.

He had everything shipped to his office. He was a small business owner, so it wasn't like the packages might get misrouted. And his wife would never know.

* * *

Once everything arrived, John practiced several times putting everything on, and taking it off. He practiced with makeup. He practiced walking in the women's shoes. He learned how to attach his new prosthesis, making it look like he had breasts. He put on his wig. He worked on a different voice, so that nobody would think he was a male.

And he enrolled at the spa for the same 2 weeks as Loraine had done, but under an assumed name. He chose Trisha for his female name, thinking that it sounded very distinctly feminine. Not a name like Chris that could be a man or a woman. No, he needed a name that could only be for a girl.

John booked himself on a separate flight from Loraine, and packed up all of his gear. He considered traveling as Trisha, but with all the security at airports these days, he would need fake IDs. And if he got caught, he would be in trouble. So he had to travel as himself.

* * *

When John landed in California, he smiled when he felt the sun and the warm air. It was over twenty years since he last visited the Golden State, and he was glad to be back. But he had much work to do. He picked up his luggage, and took a cab to a hotel by the airport which he had booked a room at. He paid cash for the room, so he wouldn't have to check out in person in the morning.

That was because in the morning, he was not going to be John, he was going to be Trisha.

All night, John practiced being Trisha. He did his makeup half a dozen times. He had bought a couple of women's magazines like Cosmo, to read articles on how to apply makeup. It took some practice, but he got better with each try. Next, he took a bath and used Nair to remove all his body hair. He had let his nails grow out longer than normal, and now he filed them into oval shapes, and painted them a bright red color. He applied a clear sealer to keep them looking good. Then he watched a chick flick on the TV, and tried to concentrate on how the women talked to each other.

He had been watching the girls at the office too, and noticed something different in how women talked. Men seemed to interrupt each other all the time, but women seemed to let one woman talk for a while, then another, then another. He reminded himself not to interrupt, and to just listen when a girl was talking. But when it was his turn, he had better make sure to talk for a while, so he didn't look suspicious.

In the morning, 'Trisha' walked out the front door of the hotel, and hailed a cab. 'She' was wearing a light floral sun dress, and 'her' jewelry. 'She' wore perfume, and perhaps too much makeup. The cab pulled up, and 'she' was about to put her bags in the trunk of the cab, but the driver said "Here Ma'am, let me do that for you."

John wasn't used to being treated like a lady. He would have to remember to let men do things for him, and not to try to do something like heavy lifting. Perhaps he should have gone out in public a few times to prepare. Oh well, there wasn't much time, so this was the best he could do.

The cab dropped 'Trisha' off at the spa, and immediately, 'she' was impressed. The grounds were immaculate, perfectly trimmed bushes, green lawns, a lake, golf course, horse riding stables, lit tennis courts, and lots of other facilities were visible, as well as pools and buildings.

A young man with a dark tan (could this be 'Sergio', who John had imaged?) loaded Trisha's bags onto a bell hop cart, and wheeled them off. A middle-aged woman greeted Trisha.

"Hello, I am Tammy. I will be your activity coordinator while you are here. Roberto will show you to your room. After you unpack and freshen up, meet me at my office, across the hall here. We will go over your choice of activities, and put together a customized schedule for you."

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