I am Baaack! Part 1

Her "friends". Lou and Ed. Her fun, best friends, Lou and Ed, became Louise and Edwina, the betrayers, the destroyers of Ross's soul on a Friday evening in December, the evening of THE DINNER PARTY - she thought of it in capitals - when she'd finally been told the truth. The tears ran down her cheeks; damn, she'd loved those girls!

She had been eagerly anticipating the dinner. Lou and Ed had been telling her for the past week that they had a special surprise for her, and she couldn't for the life of her decide what it could be. Maybe a promotion at work to a job where she'd finally be allowed access to the company's main data base. (She could have hacked in anytime, but had respected her "friends" wishes and not done so.) Maybe a beach vacation, just the three of them; she'd seen Ed looking at scenes of sand on her computer screen at work. Maybe even the company springing for breast implants for her! It felt so good when her nipples were nibbled upon and her small breasts caressed, what would it feel like to have full womanly breasts caressed, full womanly nipples nibbled upon? Ummmmmmm, yummy! She'd have to make a token protest, of course, but if her two very best friends in the world insisted, then, damn, she'd be the best woman a man could be! It had certainly been fun so far. And, of course, she'd been constantly assured that if she didn't like it, everything was reversible; breast implants would just be a little more difficult.

(Back in the office, Real time Rose's knuckles got whiter. Ha!)

THE FRIDAY had been a day of happy firsts. She had gone shopping and found the perfect to-die-for LBD at her favorite designer, Jacques Pennae, (Lou and Ed kidded her about her attempt to upgrade J.C. Penney) along with undies, hose, and accessories to match. Then, without prompting from Lou or Ed, she ventured for the first time into a beauty spa and asked for "the works". Four hours later, massaged, waxed, nailed, flawlessly made up, new permed honey blonde hair in an updo with tendrils down around her neck and ears, fully accessorized in rhinestones and black, a glittering, happy Rose floated out of the salon on cloud nine just in time to catch a cab and make it to Trader Vic's in the Hilton on time.