You can do this, but you're needy

For the next four days you only get to talk to Trish over your cell and most of that 'talk' is actually text messages. The estrogen, the cock addiction or something is making you more needy than any girl you've ever known. It gets so bad that Trish actually starts saying she needs some time before shutting her phone off. The first time she does you're livid, but then it dawns on you that you've sent her something like a hundred messages in the last two hours. By the time she turns her phone back on you're ready for her call and give her a teary-eyed apology.

Every day you spend your time trying to read, but you can't concentrate on anything. Then your mind turns to pleasing Trish and you try out various outfits and makeup. It can take three or four hours since you're not an expert on women's fashion, but there's the off chance that today will be the day she visits. You don't want to be lazing around in an over sized tee-shirt, right?

Your cooking options are limited to a hotplate and the boxes and cans of food Trish brought you shortly after you moved in. Based on the things she bought you guess her tastes for home-cooking aren't that different from when you were a guy. Or perhaps she just bought whatever didn't need a fridge from a convenience store. Still, no reason you can't aim to impress. You aren't doing much, so you limit yourself to two meals a day. You do everything in your power to make them look good and taste good. If Trish comes over you've got to show you're taking care of yourself.

Then there's your new body. Lots of sleep is good, of course, but so is exercise. You take to doing curls, push-ups and pull-ups on the lintel between the dorm room and it's ridiculously small bathroom. You feel like there's a tiredness inside you and you have to get that worked out of your body so that Trish will love you more. And after your exercises you always take a quick shower, then the nervous energy has you cleaning your newly pierced ears, carefully arranging your hair, checking your finger and toenails, getting dressed up and doing your makeup all over again.

Finally you hear a key in the lock. You bounce out of the bathroom, thrilled that you've just put the finishing touches on your makeup. You manage to hold back as Trish puts four big bags of stuff on the table. But as soon as she's clear you tackle her in a **** hug. Even though Trish is bigger and stronger than you it still comes close to knocking her onto the bed.

"Easy, easy," she says. You silence her with a long, smoldering kiss. She sighs and takes a look at you. "I was going to ask if you worked it out of your system, but..."

"I'm way better than I was on the first day!"

"Wow, hey, let me get a look at you."

'Oh good, oh good - she noticed!' you think as you hop to your feet and twirl around. You want Trish to see every detail of how your short black skirt swishes back and forth. How your pantyhose doesn't have a single run or kink - you worked hard to learn how to do that. How your button up blouse is so very tasteful... yet at the same time it fits perfectly against your tight waist and its thin white fabric lets just enough light through for a keen-eyed observer to spot your powder blue bra.

"Do you like it?" you ask, hope dripping from every syllable.

Trish's mouth works up and down a few times before she says, "Yes, of course I like it. You've been practicing, haven't you?"

"Oh, yeah... a bit."

She stands up and gently puts her arms around you, causing your muscles to melt. "I don't think I would call you 'cured'. Not exactly." You die a little inside. "But... you seem to be holding up well." She runs her fingers through your hair, just above your ear and you can't help but let out a sigh. "Yeah, not exactly cured. But how do you feel?"

You tell her that it hasn't been painful, but you explain how you have to do things, how you find it hard to concentrate and, with a few probing questions from Trish, how you keep trying to do things for her. Is it your imagination or did her smile start to look a little hungry when you talked about dressing and exercising for her?

"I have some good news on my end," Trish tells you. "My buddy who knows a bit about fake IDs may have a good one for you. It won't be cheap, and we'll have to go over there so you can get your picture taken, but he says it's a classic fake ID - the hard to get but perfect kind. Funniest thing of all - the girl's name actually will be Jane. Once we get you that ID we can get to work making up fake high school records and get you enrolled at St. Catherine's."

You cuddle with Trish for a while longer, happy just to listen to her voice. Finally she pulls you to your feet and leads you out to the car. A short trip later you're in a rather average suburb. You kind of expected to be in a crappy part of town, but this place is all picket fences and old ladies walking their dogs. And in one case their cat. When you comment on it Trish tells you that really smart criminals like forgers like to run home businesses - that keeps them off the radar. Most of Sam's clients don't have a clue where he lives - she only knows because he's a friend from high school.

Sam turns out to be a rather athletic Chinese guy who's around 20 years old - far younger than you'd expect for a master forger. His house is a mess of partially dismantled old printers, clocks, appliances and other things. There are plastic bins full of circuit boards and components stacked halfway up the walls around a room holding a home gym system. It all screams 'I don't have a girlfriend' - because you doubt there are many women that would put up with a mess that includes actual oil stains on the floor.

Still, Sam is soft spoken and nice. He quickly gets to business and gives you the details. It's obvious he's trying to keep things professional, but two beautiful girls in his home are making that difficult. Apparently the actual 'Jane Doe' in question died years ago in a car crash along with the rest of her family, but with some careful tweaks he can make it look like she survived. The reason this will cost a lot is that the government tries to watch for this kind of thing. To make it look good he has to get the **** certificate reversed as a mistake that you never knew about, then he has to create a whole pile of other records. Child services records to show you stayed with a now-deceased grandparent, elementary school records, you name it. Your head spins at some of the lengths he's talking about going to, but you recognize the type. This guy makes IDs like an artist makes paintings. When he gets the chance to create a masterpiece he gets excited.

It all sounds good until he names a price that makes you wince. Sam points out that the kind of ID he's talking about is enough for some mob boss's daughter to disappear forever. But then he tells you he has an idea for 'alternative payment'. You try not to shudder at the thought of just how much sex he would want to make up for that kind of cash. He sees the look both you and Trish have plastered across your faces and surprises you by saying, "No, no, no. Not either of you. It's pretty obvious you two are together." You awkwardly release your grip on Trish's hand. "I want an actual girlfriend."

Trish is as surprised as you. But Sam is serious. He points out that he has money, he has a job of a sort and some hobbies, he has just about everything he could want. But he's useless at meeting girls and always makes a bad impression. The only times he's ever done okay is when he was set up on a date by a female friend from high school. Trish coughs and you get the impression she's the one he's talking about.

His demands are something else - he wants a girl who's intelligent, technically inclined, nerdy even... but athletic in some way. Shy, shut-in or introverted would be best, but definitely a girl who isn't pushy and controlling. Beautiful, tall, a year or two younger than him, chest somewhere between B and D-cup, dark-haired and Chinese would be preferred, but he says that he's not that picky about breast size, race or hair color. Those are all just would-be-nices. He knows that it's a tall order, but this is an alternative to paying several thousand dollars after all. He knows you need the ID now, so he's willing to get things set up, with payment deferred until later.