Piece by piece I dressed. A black bra and garter belt with black stockings. Black panties, covered by what looked like a maid’s outfit. Black high h...eels and a red wig. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. My first thought was “Damn she’s hot!” before I realized that she was me. I certainly did look good, Jim had left some makeup and I applied it as best I could. Some color on my eyes and cheeks, and bright red lipstick. I looked again and couldn’t see me anymore. All I saw was a whore.. I listened. Honestly, I liked Noelle, but the only time I'd been alone lately was when I was sleeping or in the bathroom. And neither Evan nor Noelle seemed to consider that a private area. Both of them had just walked right in whenever they wanted. For someone who had been living alone for the better part of the last ten years, it was getting to be a bit much."Hey Noelle, would you mind if I just grabbed a book and hung out on the deck? I'm sure Evan will be home soon. I'm fine here on my own,. Did he ever really look at the girls around him, he began to wonder?As he thought back, a memory nagged him. It was of sitting in the company dining room, looking around. His eyes kept being held by a mousey girl with glasses. He had forgotten that. She was not a real looker, but she had an interesting rounded face with an alluring smile. How had he ignored her?It suddenly hit him. He had ignored her as she did not fit his stereotype: beautiful face and big tits. Now he realised what Prudence. The final straw came when I found it necessary to leave the button open on my trousers in order to put them on in the morning. I realized that my added weight made the likelihood of my lifting my own body on a rope was fast growing dim.In a spurt of sudden good intentions, I searched the classified section of the local newspaper to look for a "personal trainer" to help rouse me from the doldrums of a neglected exercise program.One advertisement seemed right on the money,"Want to get in shape?.