As we walked Rex kept my hand in his, and the Jocelyn in me enjoyed the feeling of security it gave me. I told him the girl version of me being left by my friends, as they had moved to a different beach, and that I needed to somehow prank them back. I didn't use the word revenge, but he got the gist.

He suggested at some point that I would tell them I had found him on my way, and we befriended and I was starting to think of him as my new boyfriend. Then he would casually suggest to take me out to dinner tonight to an expensive restaurant, and that would surely make them jealous. I laughed, already enjoying the look on their faces, and without realizing I moved closer into him, and as he let go of my hand, his hand went around me and settled on my hip.

Our conversation suddenly became more intimate. He wanted to know if I had a boyfriend. I said no. Then he wanted to know how come a pretty girl like me didn't have a boyfriend. Or was I perhaps into girls? I hesitated and I dodged the question by saying I wasn't raised that way. Then I explained that the right guy simply hadn't crossed my path yet. What did the right guy look like?

It brought me back to a conversation I once had with Sophie. Why couldn't I be more of a gentleman? Why wasn't I big and strong? Or romantic? Or put her always first, like a princess? Early on in our relationship she didn't even want to sleep with me, as she was saving herself for marriage. Thank God I talked her out of that.

But I pretty much repeated her words, and Rex was impressed. So now I pushed him. Did he have a girlfriend? When he said yes, the Jocelyn in me was suddenly sad, and it must have shown on my face. Then he said, “I have my arm wrapped around her.”

It took a second before I realized what he had said, and my Jocelyn mind jumped from joy. But I needed confirmation, and I asked, “You mean me?” His laugh was so wonderful when he said, “You see any other girl around?” It was the first time I felt butterflies in my tummy.

With my arm now around him as well, and my head in the corner of his arm and chest, I asked “Do you meet my criteria?” He stopped, and turned to face me, then he said, “Let's try this.” And he pulled me into him and kissed me full on the lips.

As my own lips opened up invitingly, my mind went into turmoil. This was all wrong! I'm not gay! But then Jocelyn took control, and in my mind she explained, it's not gay when a boy kisses a girl. And to show me, she pushed my tongue deep in his mouth. He reciprocated and our tongues twisted around. The butterflies almost lifted me from the ground until I realized I stood on my tiptoes.

I could taste his fresh breath, I could feel the smoothness of his teeth, the agility of his tongue. When he finally pulled away my moan could finally leave my mouth, as I looked up in his smiling face. “Wow!” we both said at the same time.

It was really just the easiest to stay in my Jocelyn persona, and I laughed back at him. His mouth came back at me, but now he kissed me sweetly in my neck. I got goosebumps all over my body, as I reveled in the feeling. Oh, this was sooo right!

As we moved on we only made slow progress, stopping every few steps to kiss and laugh. I could not think of anything else but being his girlfriend. All other thoughts were simply put aside. We talked about music we liked, food, movies, sports teams, TV shows, hobbies. It was all so refreshing.

I had no clue how long we had walked, but I was sure that it was far more than one mile, two miles even. But suddenly there were people again around us, and wide sand beaches. And suddenly I worried, what would Sophie say?

No matter how good your plans may be, something always goes wrong, or just different. We had joked about Sophie's face as I would tell her I had a boyfriend, a great prank. Rex would say hi, make a fake invitation about taking me out for dinner later, and he would leave, and I could become Josh again, and laugh with the girls about their great prank, and the look on their face after I pranked them back.

But by the time we found her and her friends, she had seen me already walking hand in hand with Rex, and even saw us kissing. So when I introduced him as my new boyfriend and thanked them for putting me in a situation where I could meet him, instead of seeing shocked faces, they smiled and congratulated us both, hugging me and Rex as well. I heard Sophie actually tell him that he was the first one to hook me, and it made her so happy to see her best friend in love.

In love? Oh my god, I thought, she was right! Jocelyn was in love! The three women were sweet talking him already into a volleyball game, and some sweet drinks. Wait! Where were the other friends she had written about in her notes? When I inquired about it, Sophie laughed, “Oh Josie, don't believe everything you read.” Somehow the prank was still on me. Rex saved me though.

He agreed on playing the game, him and I against the three of them. But then he and I had to leave, as we had a reservation at The Plaza Grande. Now, that shut them up. And me as well. TPG was the top restaurant within at least a hundred miles. Impossible to get into without a reservation made months ago. And incredibly expensive. None of us had even been inside, only driven by the gorgeous building on our way to the beach.

I don't know anyone who could have made that up so believingly. But I played along,  telling them I couldn't wait to taste their private brand of champagne. Rex smiled, simply saying it was “the best”.

We shut them even more up when we destroyed them in the volleyball match. What I liked particularly was that he did not try to continuously smash the ball between them, although it did happen a few times. No, he kept me involved, setting me up for the best play, and I scored as many points as he did. We were laughing like crazy, and he kissed me good a few times.

But, he was a good sport as well, as he went to the beach bar down the beach, to get us all cocktails. The moment he was gone though, Sophie jumped on me. What the hell was going on? What was I doing? And I explained that he somehow fell in love with me, as they had made me really good looking. What was I to do? Tell him I was really a guy?

In a way my revenge was sweet, but Sophie was worried too. If he took me to such an expensive place, he'd want more than a few kisses. I told her not to worry, he was not that kind of a guy. And besides, I was on my period. The look on their face after I said that was worth everything.

Sophie had given me one of her t-shirts, tied at my waist, showing my pink belly button. It never crossed their mind that I would never get into TPG in these clothes and on my slippers. I was pretty sure I'd be eating a nice pizza with my new friend, and probably never see him again.

Soon after, we left, and Sophie handed me “my tote”. My tote? It was a large beach bag with some makeup, the same mirror I had brought back to her, a bottle of water, and a towel. I saw my cellphone as well, but no wallet, or anything else that could identify me. The last thing I saw was a condom. She winked, and as she kissed me goodbye, she whispered in my ear that a girl should always be prepared.

We walked back, but now on the road behind the dunes. Which went much quicker, although we still took our time to kiss. I thanked him multiple times for helping me with my prank on my friends, but he said he liked them and he was glad I had such good friends. He hoped to see more of them.

He had a nice car, one of these big Wagoneers. Which was perfect for his size though, and he looked very comfortable driving it. We drove straight to a strip where there was a high end clothing store and indeed.. a pizzeria. I had to laugh silently about Sophie's face, as she had believed the TPG story, and I was fantasizing already how I would keep it up, and tell her all about “the experience”.

But Rex passed the pizzeria and stopped in front of the clothing store. It was called The Right Fit, and it was clearly closed. That didn't stop him from pushing the door, and it opened right away. I followed him into the dark shop, and he called “Del”.

A woman came from the back, and as she turned on the lights, I gasped. She was simply stunning! Rex went straight at her and kissed her on the cheek, and I felt a pang of jealousy. But then he said, “Del, please meet Jocelyn. Jocelyn, meet Del, my sister”.

A sigh of relief flushed through me. His sister, thank God. She smiled, and gave me a quick hug, as she said, “Nice to meet you, Jocelyn. I'm Delilah, but my friends call me Del.”

“Oh, I love that name”, I cried out, “my friends call me Josie.” It came out so easy, without thinking, Jocelyn clearly still very much in control. “I love that name too”, she said, “but can I call you Jocelyn, and you call me Delilah?” I could sense that she wasn't telling me we would not be friends, I knew we would be special friends. And I told her it would be an honor. And another hug told me she was too.

“Very well”, Rex said. “Sis, can you get her ready by eight? We have a table at The Plaza. I need to get dressed myself.”

“No problem”, she said, as Rex kissed me briefly, and then left the shop. Once more I was stunned. Apparently no pizza for me tonight.

Delilah laughed as she saw my face. “Little bro taking you out to The Plaza on a first date? Interesting.” I smiled at the way she called her brother “little”, and I replied, “I know. I thought I was going to get pizza next door.”

With the ice broken between us, she locked the door, and took my hand, leading me to the back room. She started taking my measurements, and as she felt my bikini top under my t-shirt, she stopped, and said, “Does Rex know you're not a real girl?”

Her voice was friendly, not accusing, and somehow I knew I could tell her everything. And so I did. Including the forced poker game and the resulting blow jobs. As well as my confusion about feeling completely at ease as Jocelyn, next to Rex.

She cried with me, but her hug gave me strength again, and she promised I would be stunning. A minute later I stood completely naked in front of her. There was no time for a shower, or a bath really, but she sponged me down all over my body, getting the lotion off that Rex had applied, as well as the sand it had attracted. Then she massaged her own cream into my skin, and her hands felt like heaven, just as her brother's had been. We both laughed about it.

The first thing she did was what she called a V-string, although it covered practically my whole crotch and butt. My manhood was tightly tucked into a pocket, not very comfortable, but she told me I would get used to it. With some makeup she blended it completely with my skin, and although it looked like I had a vagina, she warned me it was non-functional. And she touched me there with her finger between the two lips, and I gasped. Whatever she meant with non-functional did not mean it wasn't sensitive.

There was a tiny pee hole behind it, and she told me I would have to sit on the toilet, and wipe very well afterwards, or it would wet my panties. And make sure I go to the ladies, she warned me. The “string” separated my butt cheeks slightly, but it left my anal opening free to do a number two. My butt felt bigger thanks to the added padding.

Next was a set of breast forms that she carefully positioned until they were just right. She held them tight for about two minutes, and then they were stuck on my chest. I could feel the unfamiliar weight immediately and I had to stand a bit straighter to compensate. Again she blended the falsies with my real skin, and she warned me that I would have to come back to get them removed, once I was ready. Same for the V-string. It seemed a bit overdone to me for just a few hours.

As a result however the lingerie set she put on me fit perfectly, with a garterbelt on my hips and almost nude stockings giving my legs a normal color again. I was worried about the bra, as I had some problems earlier with the bikini top, and we practiced putting it on and taking it off about twenty times. It was actually a relief to spread the weight of my breasts across my body.

She had me try on some leather leggings that looked and felt great, if I say so myself. She combined it with a gypsy top, which left one of my shoulders free. I looked amazing, I thought, but I had to take it off again.

She then put the thinnest silk slip dress on me, which felt like heaven on my still very sensitive skin. The silk fabric she wrapped around me like a short kimono, with wide sleeves, looked like it came straight from a fashion magazine, and it draped nicely over the leather pencil skirt she had me step in. I once had a leather jacket but it felt nothing like the soft skin that now enclosed my legs.

Finally the shoes, and she warned me that The Plaza had a minimum heel height requirement of two inches for women. No exception. We settled on a sandal with some enforcement at my ankles, and lots of leather straps.

I had to practice walking in the heels and with the skirt. She explained her brother had a fetish for leather, and he would appreciate the skirt. Probably would be touchy quite a bit. She then gave me a leather bracelet with intricate carvings, that almost looked like magic. She had made it with her own hands. And when she put the matching necklace around my neck, I had tears in my eyes, so beautiful it was.

There was not much she could do about my makeup, it would take at least an hour to remove it. But with a bright red lipstick it brought my lips out, and she said I had a beautiful pair for a guy. She had me apply and remove it about a dozen times, until she was satisfied I could do it perfectly. Men like to see the contours of your lips on your glass, she said. Really? I'm a guy and I couldn't care less. Or on their meat, she continued as she winked, and that shut me up.

The last item was a little clutch made from the same leather, but with some silver studs added. It was beautiful but barely fit my phone and a compact with the lipstick. Delilah told me she had put some clothes in my tote for the next day, just in case I didn't make it back home for the night. Very unlikely I thought.

As she brushed my hair out a little bit better, the sabotaged rubber band replaced by a leather ring that kept my ponytail high, just the way Rex liked it, she finally realized what was missing. Earrings. But all she had, required a piercing in my earlobes, and was I okay with that?

Before I could answer Rex came in, apparently having a key to the shop. He stood in the door to the back room with a stunned look on his face. I took it as a compliment and I got up to kiss him. Delilah just smiled.

In seconds his hands were indeed on my leather, and he told his sister how well she knew him. But something was missing, he said, and he pulled a box from the pocket of his suit. When he opened it I was almost blinded. Earrings with strings of sparkling diamonds draping down. I suddenly understood why diamonds are a girl's best friend.

So, I needed my ears pierced indeed, and it took Del less than five minutes with minimal pain. She padded it with a gaze dipped in alcohol, until the bleeding had stopped. Then she showed me how the earrings opened up, and she hung them from my ears. They were perfect.

She also gave me a set of small studs, to keep the piercings open if I took these out.

As Rex wanted to leave, I realized I didn't have any money or card on me, as Sophie had kept it behind. But Rex told me not to worry, it was all his gift for me. He paid his sister at the cash register, and she rounded the expense down to two thousand dollars. He paid without hesitation and I realized that the earrings were probably another thousand. He clearly had some money, to spend all that on a one day flick. Or was I a one night flick? I hugged Delilah and gave her my thanks, and she whispered in my ears to eat like a girl and watch my diet. Take a salad, she suggested.

As we walked to the exit, I realized his suit looked very handsome on him and very expensive as well. When he opened the door for me, Delilah yelled “Have fun you two. And tell mom I said hi!” Rex just lifted up his hand as I waved her goodbye.

Rex’s hand never left my butt, until we reached the car. I actually had trouble getting in the car, never having had to deal with a pencil skirt. But the step up helped and soon we were on our way. I told him that his sister should have given him at least a fifty percent discount. All he said was “She did”.