The Test

The_Test.txt by Cindy V; femdom, TV, humiliation

This fantasy story was inspired by pages 164-169 of the Dec., 1996 Cosmo magazine, entitled "Sexy Little Underthings for Christmas Morning."

"Oh, please take me out, Andrea. I really think I'm ready."

Candy was pleading with Andrea. Candy was one of Andrea's sissy slaves. She wanted Andrea to take her outdoors, fully crossdressed, for the first time, to try to pass in public.

"Now Candy," Andrea replied in a motherly tone. "Do you really think you're ready? Remember that Saturday a few months ago at my office?"

Candy had been Andrea's sissy for several years. Andrea started dressing him slowly, first just lingerie and a little lipstick, and slowly increased things. She made Candy buy her own clothes and makeup. At first Candy's appearance was comical, and Andrea verbally teased her about it, knowing how that fed into her desire to be humiliated. Andrea made her go outside dressed in very small, safe doses. One time they took a drive, with Candy fully dressed, and Andrea made Candy order at a drive-up fast food place and handle the transaction with the clerk. Of course the clerk knew right away that Candy was male, and Candy was delightfully humiliated. Andrea enjoyed doing this to Candy, and although Candy would not admit it she enjoyed it too.

The time at Andrea's office was a Saturday when Andrea wanted Candy to do some word processing for her. Candy truly loved to serve Andrea, and since it was a Saturday when the office was deserted Candy agreed to let Andrea fully dress her, and Candy would play secretary. So they did that, and it was great fun. Until one of Andrea's co-workers showed up unexpectedly. Unexpectedly - or did Andrea plan it? Unlike the fast food drive-up which only lasted for a moment, this time Candy was stuck with a stranger, close up, for as long as this co-worker hung around. He thought Candy's get-up was hilarious, and Candy burned in embarrassment. How could Andrea do this to her? But in fact, Andrea knew Candy all too well. Andrea would respect Candy's limits, of course, but she also liked to test her and take her a little further than Candy thought she herself could handle. It was a delicate balance, but Candy had such a genuine fondness and respect for Andrea, that she trusted that Andrea would never cross Candy's real limits.

"But Andrea, that Saturday in your office was a long time ago, and I've come a long way since then," Candy argued.

Indeed she had. Under Andrea's tutelage, Candy joined a health club and modified her diet, losing a tremendous amount of weight. Andrea took Candy to Andrea's own hair salon, and gradually Candy grew her hair longer and lightened the shade. When dressed as a male, such as for work, Candy wore her long hair in a pony tail with a rubber band, which as an eccentric computer programming type he could still get away with. Not only did Candy slim down considerably, but Andrea introduced her to moisturizers and other beauty products, and Candy truly had soft beautiful skin. Candy had never been particularly hairy, and a once a week all over body shave was all she needed. Candy's pierced ears with tiny stud earrings and manicured nails with a coat of clear nail polish raised little attention as well.

Andrea had dressed Candy tonight in a sheer empire waist red chemise, showing off plenty of Candy's bosom. (Page 164) Yes, bosom. Although Candy had absolutely balked at any kind of female hormones or surgery, she did let Andrea talk her into a kind of silicone falsie that slipped into a bra cup, hugged the body and looked and felt 100% realistic, as long as no one looked too closely at the edges against her skin. Even in this sexy chemise, you could not tell Candy's breasts were not real.

And that was not all. At no small expense, Andrea convinced Candy to buy what they referred to as Candy's "PP" - plastic pussy. It both tucked in the male genitals and presented a female appearance, complete with a little fold. Again, if you looked closely at the edges you would not be fooled, but if you were just looking at Candy from outside her panties, it looked pretty real. Andrea lifted Candy's chemise a few inches to see her matching red lace panties, and Andrea was satisified that the outline of Candy's PP made quite a feminine appearance.

Andrea brushed Candy's long hair. She backcombed it, giving it more fullness. As she did this, she asked Candy what a true test would be for a sissy to pass. Candy replied that looking pretty and feminine was a test.

"Hmm," said Andrea thoughtfully, as she took some liquid makeup and started smoothing it over Candy's face. "Well, you do look pretty, I'll grant you that. And especially tonight, in just this chemise. But there's more than looking pretty to passing as a woman. How well can you act like a woman?"

"You've taught me how to walk, how to move my hips, what to do with my hands. And I've picked up some things too from observing women. How to give a tiny smile, how to look someone in the eye for a second and then avert my eyes. how to flip my hair."

I'm quite impressed, Candy," replied Andrea, as she stroked some brown mascara onto Candy's eyelashes. "That's all very good. That might be enough if you were simply buying a lipstick at a department store. But what about a longer encounter with someone? Could you be with a single person for some length of time and have them believe, not no believe, and have them FEEL that you are a woman?"

Andrea was applying a brown eyeliner to Candy's upper eyelids, so Candy didn't dare move and spoil the line as her eyes looked up and strained not to blink. Then Andrea drew a line on her Candy's lower lids. As with all things Andrea does, this was carefully planned. Andrea had chosen the time to ask Candy a difficult question as the time when she applied her eyeliner, knowing full well that Candy would not be able to blurt out an answer until Andrea was finished and until Candy had time to fully consider the question. When both eyes were done Andrea put the eyeliner down and paused to let Candy answer.

"Well, I would be willing to try, to spend some time with a woman, and as long as she doesn't stump me with a topic that I don't know about, yes I think I could have her believe I am a woman. But have her feel that I am a woman - I don't think I understand, Andrea."

Andrea was delicately stroking a little peach blush onto Candy's cheeks. "No Candy, I had a little different idea in mind. I think a better test would be with a man. The question is whether he would feel that you are a woman or not. Don't you agree that that would be a real test?"

Candy started to get visibly nervous. "No," she said determinedly. "You know that is where I absolutely draw the line. Nothing in my ass, and no sucking a guy's cock. Period." Candy did have a feminine pout as she said this. "And besides, the breasts and the PP would not fool a guy if he saw them."

"Now Candy," said Andrea in her reassuring way. "I understand your limits and I would never violate them. Andrea was outlining Candy's lips with a lip pencil. "I would never make you suck a guy or have him screw your ass. But, do you think you could turn him on? You know, a little petting? " Andrea was filling in Candy's lips with a lovely burgundy lip color, using a lip brush on her lips and putting the color onto the brush from a tube. "Just to see if you could do it. And as the true test of whether a guy would really feel that you are a girl."

Candy was weakening on the logic of the argument. Her limits would still be intact. If she really wanted to pass as a woman, this was a valid test. Meanwhile, Andrea chose that moment in the conversation to show Candy her finished image in the mirror. The first time Candy sees herself right after Andrea finishes her makeup artistry is always a confusing moment for Candy. Her first thought is "Wow, is that girl cute." Then a moment later Candy realizes "Hey that cute girl is - me." Andrea had tried to explain the moment in terms of chemical changes and blood sugar and such, but Candy never understood that. Nevertheless, the first look in the mirror had that usual effect on Candy, as Candy's senses and emotions overloaded, while still trying to respond to Andrea's last point."

Andrea played her trump card. "You will do it for me, won't you Candy?"

Andrea had won and they both knew it. Candy was more than just Andrea's sissy slave. There was more than just the mistress/slave aspect of their relationship. There was a true devotion of Candy to Andrea. It was not often that Candy had the opportunity to display that part of herself to Andrea, nor was it often that Andrea took advantage of it. Candy did not need to reply. She smiled sweetly. Her silence was agreement.

But Candy was also aware that Andrea was careful not to overuse this trump card, and she always played it within Candy's limits. "Uh, Andrea, did you have someone specifically in mind for this," Candy asked innocently.

"Well, as a matter of fact, Candy, I do," Andrea replied, almost too quickly. "He was a potential client for my business that I saw today. I thought he was going to make a big purchase from me. His hands got a little too close to me too many times for it to be a coincidence. And he made a double meaning reference to my sucking his cock. I let it pass because I thought I was going to make a sale. But it was clear that although I had a product he needed and I had a good price, he was only using me, toying with me. Using me! How dare he! We're going to get him for that."

"Just go along with me on this Candy. We'll fix him good. And, you'll get in the practice you need. A win-win for both of us. I'm going to call him up right now."

As usual with Andrea, once she had an idea in her head, things steamrolled along pretty quickly. Andrea called him up with her sexy telephone voice and hinted that she had reconsidered their earlier conversation. She invited him over right away, saying that she was running a little late but that her personal maid Candy would be there to greet him and to take care of his EVERY need. Andrea said the word "every" in such a way that he could expect more than a glass of wine from her. She ended the phone conversation with "Great, then you'll be here in a hour."

Candy had a terrified look in her eyes as Andrea hung up the phone. "Now, precious Candy, you don't think I'd leave you alone in this situation, do you? I'll be in the bedroom watching and listening to everything. I'll put a little microphone in your ear, under your hair where it can't be seen, and I'll suggest what to do or say if it looks like you're getting stuck. And I'll be in the living room in a flash if things get out of hand. And if things even hint of getting out of control, I'll beat the shit out of him, don't you worry."

Andrea resumed brushing Candy's hair, which had a calming effect on her. The two girls went over the things Candy would do with him. Andrea wanted Candy to turn him on, but not to let him remove her chemise. As long as the chemise stayed on, nothing could happen.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. The sixty minutes had flown by. Andrea checked Candy carefully from her long flowing hair, to her perfectly applied makeup, to her red chemise. Candy looked very enticing indeed. She felt absolutely naked in the flimsy lingerie, and her heart was beating furiously. "Relax," Andrea said, as she sprayed a little Chantilly perfume on her. Andrea clicked on the hidden camcorder aimed at the sofa, kissed Candy on the cheek and wished her good luck, and then hid in the bedroom to watch the fun.

Candy took a deep breath and opened the door. "Good evening Mr. Thomson," said Candy in her best feminine voice. "My name is Candy, and I'm Andrea's personal maid. Andrea is running a little late, and she asked me to take care of you until she arrives." At Andrea's instruction and as Candy had rehearsed it, Candy had emphasized the words "take care of you" and had added a little wink, so that it was obvious that Candy would do more than just take his coat.

"Call me Bob," he said, giving Candy a long approving look up and down. He gave her his coat, and watched her ass wiggle as she walked away and hung it in the closet. "May I ask why you're dressed like that?"

"Oh, Andrea just likes me to entertain her guests, to give them the royal treatment. Please sit down and relax, Bob." Bob sat on the sofa, but the cushion was soft and sunk down. Candy stood behind him and leaned toward him, making him look up in order to see her. This gave Bob a good look at Candy's breasts and cleavage. (To the reader: we have finally made it to the photo in Cosmopolitan on page 165.) Candy boldly began unbuttoning his shirt buttons. "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable," she asked sweetly? Candy seemed to be getting into her role.

Bob stood up and removed his shirt. He reached out for Candy's hands and pulled her toward him. He started stroking her thighs. In return, she teased his nipples with her fingertips until they were erect. He touched his forehead to hers and looked deeply into her eyes, as she shyly looked downward to avert his gaze. (Page 166)

Bob began to get even bolder with Candy. He ran his hands over Candy's breasts. Candy moaned softly, forgetting that the breasts he was touching were not real. Bob began nuzzling against her, kissing the back of her neck, then licking her ear lobe. Meanwhile his hands were all over her, including between her legs. Thank goodness that PP hid Candy's cock. But Candy was getting more and more nervous as to where this was going to lead. Candy looked over towards the bedroom where Andrea was hidden with a look in her eye that said, "Andrea, please stop this." But Andrea, who was watching it all through a crack in the door, was not ready to stop things just yet. Although Andrea was not sure who she felt needed a little more embarrassment, Candy or Bob.

Candy was doing her best to pretend to be interested in Bob, without providing much direct stimulation. Bob was giving her little kisses, telling her how great she smelled. One of his hands was groping at Candy's crotch, and it seemed like he was about to pull her panties down. Meanwhile with his other hand he grabbed Candy's hand and put it on his own crotch. Yes, Candy thought, he was aroused. But what would it take to induce Andrea to end this charade?

Bob was getting Candy to massage his cock through his shorts. He decided the extra material was just getting in the way, so he helped Candy to yank his own shorts down. And suddenly there was Bob's quite erect cock, bobbing up and down. "Come on, Candy," he cajoled. "You know you want it. Kneel down and suck it."

Poor Candy knew he could easily overpower her if she didn't comply. This was not how the evening was supposed to turn out! And what about Andrea? Andrea! That was it! While Candy always admitted how much Andrea understood Candy's sissy fantasies and need for humiliation, Candy had also thought that she understood something of Andrea too. Sometimes she would tease Andrea a little bit if she were sort of playful and Andrea would go along, but there was a line in the sand and you could not cross out without Andrea getting really mad. And hell hath no fury as a dominatrix scorned!

So Candy said to Bob, "Oh Bob, don't you want to wait for Andrea?" Candy correctly predicted his reply. "Screw Andrea, I don't really care about her." And suddenly the bedroom door flew open, and there was a very angry Andrea with her hands on her hips.

"Screw Andrea? SCREW Andrea?," she screamed at Bob. Candy had played in chessplayer fashion, forseeing the consequences of a few moves. Candy knew Bob would rather get his rocks off with the person he had in front of him, rather than wait for Andrea. And Candy knew once Bob said something negative about Andrea, that Andrea would never let that pass unpunished. Candy smiled, sort of pleased with herself that she got Andrea to appear before Candy had been forced to do anything really disgusting with Bob.

Andrea, of course, played this to the hilt. She confidently walked over to Bob and Candy, and sharply slapped Bob in the face. Then for good measure she did it again. "Screw Andrea?," she repeated to him. She really was livid. "You fucking pervert," she spat at him. And while he looked quizzically at Andrea, suprised that she had been at home all this time not sure why she had called him a pervert, she quietly commanded Candy to tie his hands and ankles behind him.

Andrea looked him right in the eye as she continued to scream at him. "Pervert, why are you calling me a pervert?," he asked her, in between her tirade. He didn't even notice Candy efficiently putting his hands and then his ankles in a pair of velcro handcuffs.

As Andrea looked down at his erect cock, first she talkedd to Candy. "Well, I guess you did prove your point. You did turn him on. Although you didn't seem to get him very big, did you?" Was that a dig at Candy or at Bob, or both?

"And you, you pathetic worm, "Candy returned her attention to Bob. "You had no attention of buying anything from me today, did you? You just wanted to see if you could feel me up and get me to suck you off. And then despite the fact that my maid was showing you a nice time, I heard nothing about how you might pleasure her, just that she should kneel down and suck you off. And then when Candy reminded you that maybe you should wait for me, what did you say? Repeat it for me."

Bob was totally overwhelmed by this turn of events. Things had been going so well. He had come over for a date with Andrea, and he had found this lovely maid willing to do anything for him. Bob didn't know how to reply to Andrea, so he said nothing. Andrea would not accept his silence, and repeated her question, at greater volume, putting her face right at his. "Repeat it for me," she screamed at him. Bob didn't like Andrea screaming at him, inches away from his face, and backed up. That's when he realized his ankles, and his hands, were tied. He tripped and fell. He tried to ask, "Hey, what's going on here?," but Andrea roughly grabbed him by the hair to pull him up, and then pressed down hard on his shoulders to leave him on his knees. She slapped him hard with one hand, while still holding his hair with the other. By now Bob was genuinely in fear of Andrea, as he realized he was bound and in her mercy.

"I'm not going to stop hitting you until you repeat what you told Candy about me," Andrea said to him.

Bob had no reason to doubt her. She had really been hitting him hard. Very softly he replied, "Uh, I said screw you. I'm sorry Andrea, I ... "

"That's quite enough, Bob, I don't want to hear your lame excuses." Then turning to Candy, Andrea asked, "What do you think we ought to do with him?"

Candy had been observing all this quietly. This all began for Candy with her trying to prove her femininity to Andrea. Candy didn't want anything more to do with Bob. But she knew that was not the answer Andrea was looking for. And in Andrea's state, Candy was not going to do anything that might make her even madder.

"Well, I guess you could spank him a little bit," Candy suggested.

Andrea sighed. "Candy, Candy, Candy. You do have a lot to learn about how to be a woman, you know."

Candy was now confused, wondering what lesson she was about to learn from Andrea. Candy's mind was working quickly, trying to come up with something. Candy had gotten what she had wanted out of all this: Andrea's approval of Candy's ability to act as a woman, and secondly she had gotten out of a delicate situation with a guy with her sexual identity not compromised.

Andrea could see that Candy was not going to come up with the right answer. "Oh pretty Candy," Andrea said in her big sister tone of voice. "I think after all you've been through tonight with Bob, you've earned the right for a little pleasure. And I think Bob should be the one to give it to you." And with that, she pushed Candy towards Bob until Bob's face was at Candy's crotch. Candy now understood what Andrea had in mind. Bob, of course, did not yet understand quite all of the details.

"Go ahead, lick her, you pervert," Andrea sneered at Bob.

Bob still did not understand why she was calling him a pervert. and despite the embarrassing circumstances, he did not find the aspect of going down on Candy objectionable. In fact, Bob was still erect at the idea of this. He started licking Candy through her panties.

Candy on the other hand was not sure about this at all.

"Uh, Andrea wait a minute. I'm not sure I can go through with this," Candy said in a nervous voice.

"Now Candy. First of all I have always respected your limits. If you think carefully, this does not violate them." Candy thought about this, and as always, Andrea was right. "Well, yes, ...., but I don't know," Candy tried to look for a reason out of this.

"I know what your problem is Candy," Andrea replied comfortingly. "You prefer girls, don't you? Maybe we can make a few little changes to Bob's appearance so that you can pretend he's a girl?" And with that Andrea went into another room and came back with a cosmetics kit.

"The slutty look seems right for Bob, don't you think Candy," asked Andrea. Although Bob tried to move his face away, he was on his knees and bound and had nowhere to go. Andrea quickly applied some liquid makeup, some garish blue eyeshadow, and a rather thick black line with liquid eyeliner. "No need for blusher - his cheeks are certainly red enough," Andrea decided. Then in a strange fashion move, Andrea outlined Bob's lips in a black pencil before filling in his lips with a lip pencil in a dark color. "It's called 'blackberry', Candy," said Andrea. "I know you would ask."

Slutty was an accurate description of Bob's face. The eyeshadow and eyeliner made him look like a hooker. Meanwhile the black lip liner, several shades darker than the lipstick, had sort of an erotic look but in a very cheap way. Andrea and Candy giggled at how ridiculous he now looked.

"How's that, Candy?," Andrea asked. "Can you get into it now?"

Candy reluctantly nodded, and Andrea pushed her back into Bob's face.

"Well, the moment of truth approaches," Andrea announced. Then to Bob, "Use your teeth and gently lower Candy's panties."

Bob felt ridiculous with the makeup but he was still turned on by the whole scene. He felt for the top of Candy's panties, and as ordered he grabbed them in his teeth and with Candy helping by wiggling, he lowered them to her knees. Candy stepped out of them to finish the job.

Bob closed his eyes and started to lick Candy. But it only took a few licks for him to realize something was not quite right. Candy's PP was in fact, made of a plastic material and was not made to fool a tongue. Bob opened his eyes with a questioning look. Andrea said to Candy, "Why don't you get more comfortable, dear?," and there was no doubt Candy's mind what Andrea meant.

So, with Andrea and Candy riveted on Bob's eyes to watch his reaction, Candy carefully undid her PP, and out popped a very excited cock.

Bob's mouth opened in amazement at this new development, and Andrea and Candy laughed hysterically at him. But then when Bob realized the implication and what he was expected to do, he quickly closed his mouth as if he was locking it shut.

"Now Bob," said Andrea sternly, "You know what you have to do. And you must know I have no end of ways to make you do this if you resist."

Bob was furious. "No. I'll never do it. You can't make me. I'll bite it if you make me." Candy let out a high pitched scream when Bob said that, but Andrea calmly replied, "No, Candy, you have nothing to worry about. Nothing. He wouldn't dare. I'll be right back." Andrea left to get something from the bedroom.

She returned a few moments later with something behind her back. Neither Candy nor Bob could see what it was.

Andrea positioned herself facing Bob from the side, but still hiding something behind her. She took Bob's chin in one hand and raised it up slightly. Then very sweetly she spoke to Bob. "If you so much as give Candy one instant of discomfort, I promise you this." Then she revealed what she was holding behind her back. It was a giant dildo - maybe twelve inches long. "If you give Candy any problem whatsoever, I will personally strap this dildo on me and shove it up your ass. How would you like that? Do you think for a minute that I am kidding?" Bob shook his head No. Then turning to Candy, Andrea asked, "OK, is that satisfactory?"

Andrea had answered all of its Candy's objections, so Candy sheepishly nodded Yes. Candy pushed her cock towards Bob's mouth. Bob's lips were shut tight and Candy was not sure what to do. Andrea truthfully had any number of ways to get him to open his mouth, from pinching his nose shut to kicking him in the balls. She chose a solution somewhere in the middle. She reached out and fondled Bob's little nipples, and when they were erect enough Andrea stopped rolling them between her fingers and instead used her nails to squeeze on them. Bob forget about keeping his mouth closed and opened it wide as he screamed. Candy understood what to do, and used that opportunity to push her cock into his waiting mouth.

"Now lick and suck, Bob," Andrea commanded. "And remember my little friend here, nodding toward the dildo. So don't try anything cute."

Bob was beaten and he knew it. He had also been on the receiving end of enough blow jobs in his time, so it didn't take him long to figure out how to give one. Candy closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Bob knew how to lick the head and the underside of Candy's penis. Candy grabbed Bob's head to control the rhythm of her thrusts. Bob sucked and sucked and Candy forgot just who was providing this pleasure to her. Candy tensed for a instant and then shot her load. Andrea had been watching from a distance, seated, and had her fingers in her panties since she too was turned on by the way the scene had unfolded.

When Andrea saw that Candy had come, she called out to Bob, "Swallow it. Every last drop." Bob had not thought about that and his cheeks reddened with embarrassment at this latest indignity, but he reluctantly complied.

Candy removed her cock from Bob's mouth and replaced her PP. Meanwhile Andrea walked over to the bookshelf, fiddled with something, and announced, "Well, the videotape is just about at the end. Just in time, Candy. I think we're finished with Bob, don't you?"

"Videotape?," screeched Bob, who had just finishing swallowing Candy's cum.

"Yes, Bob," replied Andrea. "Just a little insurance that you don't come back some other time and do something to either Candy or me. If you never cause us any problems, this tape will remain our little secret. If not, well, who knows where selected copies might turn up."

Meanwhile Andrea rewound the videotape in fast reverse, stopping to review a few poses. She found one pose she liked and pressed a button. There was a whirring sound. Andrea emerged with a printout of one of the poses. She showed it to Bob and Candy. There was a good shot of Bob in his makeup and dark lipstick, his cock jutting out, with his lips wrapped around Candy's cock.

"Here, Bob. Why don't you keep this as a little souvernir?," said Andrea as she started to untie him.

"Andrea, Andrea, Andrea." Candy was using a patronizing tone. Andrea knew that it was Candy's teasing tone of voice. Candy had an annoying habit of trying to tease Andrea when she thought she could get away with it. Candy would sneak as close as she could get to that imaginary line, beyond which Andrea would punish her for going too far. It was a delightful game between them, and they both enjoyed it.

"No, Andrea, I don't think we're quite done with Bob yet. Goodness, sometimes I wonder what you would do without me!"

Andrea had quite an astonished look on her face at this outburst from Candy.

Candy continued, "Andrea, don't you think you should give Bob another opportunity to close that business deal with you?"

Andrea smiled, and Candy melted. Andrea could never find as supportive and helpful a business assistant as Candy would make. Too bad Candy had a much different day job.

Andrea and Bob talked business for a few minutes. Bob was not sure if Andrea would blackmail him into buying her product, but he didn't want to find out. Andrea brought out some contract papers and Bob signed them. "By your own free will, right Bob?," Andrea asked. Bob confirmed "Yes. It really is a fair price."

Candy smiled. It was so much fun to help Andrea with her business.

Andrea now seemed in quite the benevolent mood as Bob got dressed to leave. "Here, Bob," she said magnamously, giving him some moist towelettes. "Better wipe that makeup all off." Bob scrubbed his face, Andrea looked at it critically, she rubbed a tiny place on his eyelid, and pronounced him OK to leave. For good measure she rubbed another towelette all over his face and showed him no more makeup came off on it. She kissed him gently on the cheek and thanked him for being a good sport.

After he left, Andrea and Candy waited a few moments to be sure he was out of earshot, and then broke down in hysterical laughter. They were literally rolling on the floor.

"Andrea, rubbing that last towelette over his face just before he left was brilliant," Candy complimented her mistress.

"Why thank you," Andrea replied. "That 'All-Day' lipstick is a bitch to take off, isn't it Candy? And especially in a shade that strong. I wonder how long it will take before he figures out he's still wearing it?"