"What's up babe?" Richie asked.

"What do you mean?" Zach countered.

"We got time before the ballet for a bit of fun, haven't we? Or do you have an appointment downstairs?"

"Downstairs?" Zach was a blank.

"Hair silly, are you getting your hair done? Cause if your not.. well best we utilise the time before dinner." Richie's cheesy grin told Zach what he meant by utilise.

"Ah, yeah I do. I mean I have to get my hair done, so no I don't have time." Zach was scrambling.

"Ok babe, I'll save this for later." Richie winked and looked to his bulging crotch.

Zach looked at the clock and realised it was after 4pm. He must have slept for quite a while. Now he was in full concentration mode as he played at being his own wife. Mental notes about clothes, shoes, hairdressers, where ever that was. Must be downstairs in the small shopping mall of the apartment block he figured. Richie was quite high up the corporate ladder and was very well off. In fact Zach had started to notice just how much since he'd been in the apartment. He hoped Sarah had left enough things here for him to get dressed and downstairs. If Richie hadn't asked Zach if he was going to shower first he might have got the female preparation sequence wrong. No point getting the hair done then being forced to shower. Zach was again alone in the bathroom and he was trying to gather his thoughts before running the shower.

Zach ran the hot water over his changed body and tried to relax. It was tough to do though. Washing his wife's body was quite a different experience and when he saw the lady razor he had an idea he'd always wanted Sara to try. Finally he was done and he wrapped a large fluffy towel around him and went back to the bedroom. Richie said he was going to have a soak in the bath. Zach used the alone time in the bedroom to explore what was available.

Bingo! Zach whispered to himself when he opened a draw in the walk in robes and found lingerie and hosiery. Zach began sifting through all the dainty items, he was amazed at how provocative and high end it was, compared to Sarah's things at home. As he heard the bath water stop running Zach knew Richie was now in the tub. Zach firstly grabbed a matching bra and panty set and after a small struggle got the bra hooked before sliding the panties up and over his now female sex. He felt a little stupid and a little humiliated to be dressed this way. Zach tried drying his hair with the towel before hunting down a pair of pantyhose to put on his legs. Another trial overcome as Zach half admired his ability to get them on without ruining them. Next he noticed only a couple of pairs of shoes and none that were flat everyday ones. Only heels awaited him as he buckled himself into the smallest height ones on offer. Next he needed something to wear over this lingerie. Zach flicked through dresses and skirts and tops, looking for something basic and was again disappointed to find most of the items were very feminine and upmarket. Finally he chose a dress that he figured was suitable for the task and the time of year.

Zach now faced another hurdle, make-up. With a deep breath he forced himself into the bathroom and to the mirror, it was here he'd noticed some make-up bits and pieces. He sort of recognised the brand from his own home and as Richie lay in the bath making flattering comments Zach went to work as best he could, trying to ignore his new boyfriend. He figured he should just use a small amount, like a bit of lipstick and a bit of blush on his cheeks, as the more he did the more chance he would screw it up. This also meant he was out of the bathroom and away from Richie quicker.

From outside the bathroom Zach called out that he was going down to have his hair done. When Richie asked if she wanted to put this one on his account to avoid suspicion Zach was quick to say yes. He hadn't even thought of how he was going to pay for that before hand. Zach was so confused he could barely think of all the things he needed to know. With that he left the apartment and went out into the world as a woman. An attractive woman who had a husband and a lover. A lover she was now bound to for the next few days. Or would it be longer? As he rode the elevator down Zach tried to come up with a plan to get to the formula.

After a quick hunt, Zach found the only salon in the complex and with trepidation he entered. The young girl on the reception greeted Zach with a smile and his name. So Sara was a regular here it seemed to Zach. The girl's question as to what Sara was needing done was simple as Zach said he was going to dinner and the ballet and needed his hair done. The girl asked Sara to take a seat and Vicky would be with her soon. Five minutes later a bubbly girl with purple hair was greeting Zach and motioning him to follow her. Zach soon found himself in a chair as his hair was rinsed, ready for work. Vicky asked what she wanted and Zach just said something with a bit of class to suit the evening. Vicky went to work, having the light blonde color put in his hair before it was styled in an elegant fashion allowed Zach to appreciate what women go through for their men.

As he got his hair done Zach allowed the pampering to relax him. Vicky made idle chatter, and was asking how Mr.Benning was, and how lucky she was to have him as he was quite a catch. Zach could only wish he could just hand Richie over to this hairstylist right now. Vicky also noted how serious Mr.Benning seemed with Sara. Zach's heart sank a little as he began to realise the depth of his marriage problem. The receptionist came by and asked Zach if he was going to do his own nails tonight?

"Um, well I'm not sure, to be honest." Zach replied.

"Ok, well if you want, I can do you a manicure and paint them while your sitting here Miss Franklin."

"Ok then, sure, why not, save me doing them later."

"Great. Oh by the way we have a special on our makeover services as well, if you were interested.

"Yes I will, thanks," Zach answered knowing that would help him avoid trying it himself.

So Zach layed back and allowed the experts to transform him. He left the salon totally beautified and ready to tackle an evening with Richie Benning, as his girlfriend. As he rode the lift back to the fifteenth floor apartment Zach decided that if he was stuck as Sara for a few days that he was going allow things to progress without resistance. He might as well see what Richie and his wife got up to when they were together. He knew that sex was more than likely on the cards. Could he handle that he wondered?