Shift in Hierarchy - Suzy's Sissy

By: Bea

"You CAN'T be serious Suze." I laughed. "Wear THESE things?"
Her slate blue eyes locked onto mine. "Of course I'm serious. Why wouldn't I
be?"
"These are WOMEN'S panties". I explained. I can't wear THEM."
"Of course you can. S'easy." She explained slowly, as if to an idiot. "Take
your shoes off. Take your pants off. Take your jockey's off. Put these panties
on. Put your pants and shoes back on. Won't take more than what? Ninety
seconds?"

I looked at the pair of lace edged, light blue, satin panties she was holding
out towards me. Shook my head.
"But WHY? I don't understand."
She shrugged. "What's to understand? I want you to wear them. Isn't that
enough?"
"But ... They're WOMEN"s." I repeated.
"OH MY!" she answered sardonically. "Being a woman myself, I'd never have
known that. Now that you've explained that to your satisfaction, would you
hurry up? You'll be late for work."

I stared stupidly at her. "You want me to wear these all day?"
"Well, yes. That's about what I want." She answered. "But - tell you what?
I'll make you a deal. Put them on just now. When I come to pick you up for
lunch, I'll bring you a pair of your jockey's. You can change back. How does
that sound?"

"I still don't understand." I mumbled, starting to untie my shoe laces.
Promise?"
"Would you hurry up for goodness sake! Yes, YES. I promise." she snarled
impatiently. "Now, would you get your panties on?"

Less than a minute later, I stood wearing only my shirt and socks, and the
panties. Suzy smiled.
"See? that wasn't so hard, was it? Now lift your shirt tail. Let me see how
they look on."
Blushing, I did as she said. She laughed. "MY, you look so CUTE. Turn around
for me. OH, how pretty! Is that a teeny erection I see? Yes it IS!" She
patted my right buttock gently. "And you FEEL so satiny-smooth as well. But we
can't stand around here all day admiring your panties, can we now? Get the rest
of your clothes back on, and I'll get you to work."

"I could drive myself Suze. Honest." I offered this suggestion a minute or so
later as I re-tied my shoelaces.
"I'm sure you could." she said, kindly enough. "But I don't want you driving.
I've told you that a number of times, have I not?"
"But it's SO inconvenient for you dear," I argued mildly. "and I mean, I drove
myself for years and years."
"Yes dear. I know. But just get your little pantied tush into the car, eh? I
really don't know how many times I have to tell you..."

A note of impatience was starting to show clearly in her voice so I hurried a
little bit to do as she said.

It didn't take long to get to the office. Suzy got out of the car and opened my
door for me. Gave me a long, slow, parting kiss - right out where all the girls
inside could see. As usual, I was the last one in. The five ladies gave me
deferential smiles as I walked through to my office. "Good Morning Mr. Smith."
they chorused. I gave them a small smile and went past Janice my secretary with
a short wave.
"Your coffee's on your desk sir." she said.
"Thanks Janice." I said.

The morning passed without incident. I did my crosswords in the paper and read
the women's section from the beginning word to the last - my wife quizzed me on
the contents just about every night now, and really berated me for being a
sexist if I couldn't describe what the women's viewpoint was on a day to day
basis. At the same time, I was very conscious of my new underwear. What did
Suzy have in her mind, I wondered often. She had been acting strangely for some
time now. Somehow, I had lost all driving privileges - she chauffeured me
everywhere. On top of that, I wasn't allowed any money - she took care of all
my expenses. Naturally, she'd taken all of my credit cards as well.

Nervously, I wondered what she was doing. Had the feeling that some sort of
confrontation was called for. Just knew that I would have to be VERY particular
as to the time I picked for it - Suzy was becoming more and more self-confident
these days. I was also beginning to wonder if any type of confrontation could
possibly be to my advantage - I seemed to be getting more and more settled in my
role as subordinate to her.

I was quite surprised when Janice notified me that my wife was waiting for me in
the parking lot. A quick glance at the clock showed that it was the usual time.
Quickly, I hurried out to the car. Suzy had been ready to start a commotion
one time when she thought I'd been too slow. Felt I wasn't showing her the
proper respect. She smiled at me as I got there though and held my door open
for me. Gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as I slid into the car. Shut the
door after me, then went around to the driver side and got in behind the wheel.
Started the engine and pulled away.
"Good afternoon darling." she said "Have a nice morning?"
"Fair." I said in reply.
"Manage to finish the crossword, or did you need Janice to finish it for you
today?"
"Did it myself." I said huffily. "Did you bring them?"
"Bring what?"
"My underpants Suze. Please don't tell me you forgot?"

"No. I didn't forget. I just decided not to bring them."
"But you PROMISED! You DID."
She shrugged. "Yes. I know. I just broke my promise. That's all."
"Oh Suze. That's not fair!" I whined.
"Oh fair - shmare! Who gives a shit! I want you to wear nice pretty panties,
and that's all there is to it. Just stop your complaining and think about what
you're going to make me for lunch. I'm getting peckish."

She had me wear a new frillier apron than normal while I made and served the
crab salad she decided on for our meal.
"It's awfully girlish Suzy." I said, noting the large ties as I created a large
puffy bow at the back - just the way she likes it.
"But it looks so pretty on you. I was sure you'd like something on the outside
to match your frilly undies. You do, don't you? I mean, I bought it specially
for you this morning, and you wouldn't want to disappoint me by not liking it,
would you?"
And after I admitted, blushingly, that she was absolutely correct, she had me
twirl around a few times to show how nicely it ballooned around me, and how
'prettily' I could smile to show my appreciation.

After I rinsed the dishes off and got them into the dishwasher, she had me wash
out some of her undies, then hang them out to dry on a line outside - she
prefers them 'air-dried'. I'm almost positive that she had deliberately placed
the line where anyone using it could be seen by the neighbors - and she always
seemed to have me use it when I was wearing an apron - especially if it was one
of my frillier ones.
"You can give them a touch up with an iron when you get home tonight." She
commented dryly when I returned from hanging them outside.

I looked at my watch. "It's about time I got back to the office dear."
She smiled. "I know. Must keep up appearances, mustn't we? But sweetheart? Do
you really think you're needed there? I mean, it's not as if you DO anything
but sit around. If you stayed at home, there's all sorts of ways I could make
you useful - you being such a good little housewife."

I blushed. "That's mean, Suzy! I'm needed for approval of a lot of
documents..."
"Oh TUSH dear! Don't be so silly! Janice could do your job long before you
ever got there. What makes you think that you're needed? Sit there in your
mother's old office as if you were in charge..."
"Well I am!" I remonstrated.
"Sure you are dear." She said consolingly. "I mean, if you weren't there, who'd
do the crossword? Who'd the girl's have to laugh at? You're comic relief for
the women there, that's all. Now don't start to cry! You know how I hate to see
you get all weepy!"
"I'm not!" I argued, but was contradicted by one tear that spilled down my
cheek.

"I'm sorry sweetie." Suzy said, coming to me and pulling me into her embrace.
But you are just turning into such a woman. Frilly aprons. Satin panties.
Crying when your feelings get hurt. I mean, how am I supposed to treat you?"

"But it's YOU that makes me wear these things!" I protested.
"Is that so!" she retorted. "Well come along with me then!" she said,
disengaging herself from me and pulling me into the hallway where she'd laid her
purse down.

As I watched nervously, she picked it up, and rummaged inside.
"Here sissy!" She said, holding something out to me. "Put some of this on."
"What's that?" I asked, backing away carefully.
"Just a little perfume to make you smell nice - like a sissy should. I'm sure
you want to try some, just for me? I'm not forcing you or anything. I just
think if you love me, you'll want to put just a teeny weeny drop on? Just for
me? Please?"

Horrified, I gazed helplessly at her. "Please Suzy. Please don't?"
She took another two steps towards me. Smiled sweetly, held the tiny bottle out
towards me. "C'mon sissy. You want to do it for old Suze, don't you? Make her
happy and proud of you? C'mom. Be a good little sissy."

And mockingly she watched as I took the perfume and applied a tiny amount to the
back of my ears. At her raised eyebrows when I tried to hand it back to her, I
applied some more - just minute smears - to the hollow at the base of my neck
and my wrists.
"Now isn't that nice? Sissy putting on her very own perfume? I didn't make you
either, did I Sissy?" she said, just a hint of taunting in her voice.

I shook my head, face down.
"Put it on, all by yourself - just to please your mistress, eh?"
I nodded again.
"Like you put your pretty panties on this morning, eh?
This time she didn't wait for my response, just laughed raucously then tugged on
my arm. "Well c'mon then sissy. Got to get you to your important work! Get
your frilly apron off. Got to look like a MAN going to work. HUP two three
four! HUP two three four! C'mon now!"

Back in the parking lot, she put me through the same humiliation as before,
treating me like the 'little woman' being left by her husband. Opening my door.
Helping me out of the car. Taking me in her arms and kissing me hard, her
tongue probing my mouth - peeking just a little to make sure that I bent my
right knee backwards as she did so. Patting me ostentatiously and firmly on the
backside.

Blushing, I made my way through the office, desperately hoping that the miasma
of perfume had left me. Somehow, from one or two sidelong glances transmitted
from the girls to each other, I didn't think so.

That afternoon I pondered about my situation. Suzy, though cruel, had been
correct. I was a figurehead in the office. I knew it and, worse, I was certain
that the girls there knew it as well. I could pretend all I wanted to, but the
facts were obvious. The place practically ran itself. Inwardly I cursed my
laziness. I could have - should have - learned all there was to know about the
business after my mother had passed away, but had been too much of a pompous ass
to put myself in the position of a trainee. Hadn't thought it 'proper' that a
man should admit ignorance of anything to a bunch of women.

But the question of my competence was no longer the issue. Suzy seemed to have
determined that I was some sort of toy - a 'doll' toy, I admitted bitterly. One
to be dressed or undressed at some childish whim. Panties were embarrassing
but, well, ok. Couldn't be seen, and actually felt quite nice. Admittedly,
they couldn't very well be explained away if it was ever discovered that I was
wearing them, but the chances of that were slim. Maybe, if I just went along
with Suzy, she'd get over this fad. Get back to normal.

But even these musings were wrong. Just before quitting time, Suzy called and
left a message that she wouldn't be able to pick me up. But, she asked, didn't
Eunice, the office girl live fairly close to us, and didn't she drive her own
car, and did I think she'd mind...?

Eunice was thrilled. She was the most junior employee. A blonde, quite pretty.
Not any great amount of brain power. Rather feminine. I'd heard rumors that
she was the 'girl' half of a lesbian relationship, but had never seen any
evidence to support or refute this.

I couldn't believe it though, when she walked around her car and opened the door
for me. "I see your wife do this for you all the time. It's SO cute!" she
gushed. "You're just like a pair of lovebirds, kissing and hugging every day.
SO romantic!"

She chattered on and on about something as we drove, but gradually I noticed
that something seemed to be puzzling her. Then, with a numbing sense of dread,
realized that in the confines of her small car, my perfume was becoming more and
more noticeable. Quickly, I rolled the window down, but was just too late.
"Is that Nina Riche you're wearing?" she asked, turning her head to one side a
little. "It's really nice. I've always liked it. Wish I could afford to buy
it, but it's so expensive."

There was no way I could deny it, having seen women's superior sense of smell
demonstrated far too many times.
"Oh! Really don't know. Don't know at all!" I babbled. "Suzy - my wife you
know, was fooling about in the car at lunch. Think she might have got some on
me."
Eunice did something that totally surprised me. She slowed the car down and
stopped alongside the curb, but kept the engine running. Put the car in
neutral. Then turned to face me. Spoke quite sternly.
"Sir? I must say something. I think that men are really crazy. They have the
same chance as women to put on nice colorful clothes but choose to walk around
in heavy old suits all the time. They could use makeup to look a lot nicer, but
do they? Nah! They could use perfume to smell nice, but instead they use these
ugly colognes - and far too much of them too. I tell you that you smell pretty
and you get all upset and excited. Even blame your wife."

She was staring calmly at me. Her voice didn't raise when she continued.
"Personally? I think it's SO nice to see a man discovering his feminine side.
I know that some of the girls in the office laugh ..." Here she came to a dead
stop, blushing.
"Oh I'm so sorry! I don't mean..." Her voice tailed away. Hastily, she
started the car and pulled away from the curb, both of us blushing furiously
now.

Suzy was waiting for us. Wouldn't have it any other way than Eunice coming into
the house, so's she could thank her for getting me home safely. Offered her a
drink, which she refused in favor of a Pepsi. Naturally, I had to serve the
drinks. Suzy gave me a hard little stare when I wore my plainest apron, but
said nothing, continuing to chat with Eunice then show her around the place,
while I started getting dinner ready.

Horrified, I remembered the undies on the drying line. Didn't dare wait for
Suzy to 'remind' me in front of Eunice. Praying hard that I wouldn't be
observed, I grabbed up the laundry basket, tore outside and quickly unpinned all
of the lacy, fine undies from the line and rushed in to the utility room where I
left them to be ironed later.

Eunice left a short while after that, without appearing to have seen anything
untoward. I ironed Suzy's underwear and stored it away while dinner was
cooking. After we'd eaten, Suzy came and stood talking to me in the kitchen as
I did the dishes.
"Nice little girl, that Eunice. Is she good at her job?"
"I think so." I replied. "Just the office girl you know. But all the other
ladies seem to like her."
"She LIKES you." Suzy grinned. "Thinks you're CUTE. Says you're not like other
men. Do you think she knows you're a sissy?"

I blushed, much to Suzy's amusement.
"She's very feminine." She added. "Bet she'd make a real nice role model for
you."
I didn't answer, engrossed in my chore, and Suzy sauntered off to watch TV.

Two days later, I went to the office wearing nylon stockings and a garter belt
as well as my panties. Suzy had made me shave my legs the night before - 'to do
your lingerie justice' she said.

I truly did my very best to argue with her, but it was a monumental waste of
time. She countered all of my protests with the fact that I WAS wearing women's
underwear on a regular basis now, wasn't I? So what difference did it make if I
wore another article or two? And the fact that no one could possibly see them?
Didn't that make a difference?

I wasn't so sure that my stockings couldn't be seen - at least the part of them
that showed between the bottom of my pant legs and the tops of my shoes. I'd
really pleaded to be allowed to at least wear my socks over top of the stockings
- and came pretty close to getting permission but, at the last second she
changed her mind.
"Just wear pants close to the shade of the hose." she said. "Nobody'll notice.
And even if they do? Who'll care?"
I tried to point out that I cared, but she just laughed at that.

That morning she called the office again. Didn't talk to me this time, just
spoke to Eunice directly and asked if she'd mind bringing me home. If she
would, she could maybe stay for lunch? We were having one of my specialties - a
persimmon / avocado/ salad. Naturally Eunice accepted with delight, and wasn't
slow about passing on Suzy's request to me.

This time, I knew that the other girls were grinning from the windows as Eunice
opened the car door for me. From where they watched, I knew that they couldn't
see the flash of my nylon-shod ankles as I slid into the front seat, but I
wasn't sure if Eunice did.
Lunch was particularly humiliating. This time, Suzy made sure that I wore one
of my prettier aprons as I made up the salad - and served it, of course. Eunice
was ecstatic about the apron, asking me to stand while she felt the material
between her fingers, complimenting me both on the bow at the back - and how the
skirt swirled so nicely as I walked.

Suzy laughed loudly at my blushes. "Doesn't sissy blush prettily?" she asked
Eunice. "I mean, you'd think by now that he'd be used to swishing about in
pretty little aprons, serving up meals. I'm thinking I'll maybe buy him a
little maid's outfit. You know, black satin. White lacy apron? Little lace
cap. Would you like that sissy?"
"Please Suzy. Please don't. Not in front of Eunice. Please?"
I groveled.

Eunice smiled nicely at me. "She's only teasing you Mr. Smith. Can't you see
that?"
Suzy giggled. "Of course I'm only teasing! MISTER Smith! What a laugh! he
likes his friends, or should I say LOVES his friends, to call him sissy. DON'T
you sissy?"
"No." I mumbled.
"What's that? Did I hear 'no'?" an obvious note of warning in her voice now.
Then she smiled mockingly and added. "Tell you what sissy? ask Eunice to
PLEASE start calling you sissy ... and I might not be mean to you for a while.
So c'mon now. Ask Eunice nicely."

I just stared blankly at her, my humiliation complete - or so I thought.
"Tell you what." Suzy said in a more reasonable tone. "Ask her nicely, and
drop her a pretty curtsey while you do, eh? Of course, if you want to argue? I
can always use the time to think of something else..?"

Knowing I was beat, I took the sides of my apron in my hands. Dropped a little
curtsey. Tried to manage a smile.
"Please Eunice? We're friends, right? You can call me sissy."

Doubt was written all over her face. "Oh no Mr. Smith " then she giggled. "I
just couldn't...?"
"Of course you could." I managed to say with some conviction.
"Well..? I don't know.." she answered.

I caught the look from Suzy. "Please Eunice. I'd really like you to call me
that. Ok?"
"Ok Sissy." she said, smiling.

A glance from Suzy - at least it was an 'approving' look - sent me off into the
kitchen to get my dishes done. As I cleared the table and buffet area off
though, I could see that they were in a deep discussion. I couldn't hear what
was being said and, of course, couldn't make it obvious that I was interested.

My ride back to the office didn't clarify anything. Eunice was deep in thought.
Nice to me, and still deferential. Didn't call me 'sissy'. Didn't say too
much to me at all, as a matter of fact. Dropped me at the front door of the
office, letting me slither in, undetected by most of the girls. I didn't see
her for the rest of that day, at least not until I wished her a good-night at
quitting time. She didn't say anything, just waved her fingers at me. Suze
picked me up.

After the dinner dishes had been rinsed and put in the dishwasher, Suzy called
me through to the living room where she was watching TV.
"I've been thinking." she said. "I'm really impressed with that girl Eunice.
Very sweet. Nice and feminine."
"Yes. she is." I agreed. "Everybody likes her."
"Yes." Suzy said. "You could have a worse friend than her."

I didn't know where she was coming from, but a nervous twitch in my intestines
was giving me warning. She had something on her mind. I was sure of it. But
her next comment made me think that my intuition was wrong.
"Did you know that she does a lot of crocheting?" Suzy asked. "She's pretty
good at it from what I understand."
"Now that you mention it, I've seen her doing it at morning and afternoon breaks
after she serves the ladies up their coffee." I said. "At least, I thought she
was knitting, but maybe she was crocheting."
Suzy nodded, and that was the end of it, I thought.

I almost had a week to gather my thoughts. No more new undies, or at least no
more new articles - though the collection of pastel-hued, lacy, underwear in my
lingerie drawers (as even I was beginning to think of them) seemed to be
growing. Naturally, I was still responsible for most of the housework,
including the washing, ironing, cooking and so on but, to tell the truth, I
quite enjoyed these pastimes. I had become quite capable, and it was probably a
nice change for me to feel competent at what I was doing. Suzy asked after
Eunice a few times but other than commenting on what a nice girl she was, didn't
press any issues.

I was quite shocked therefore one Wednesday morning to find that Suzy had
extended my underwear to include a bra and camisole. From experience I knew the
worthlessness of arguing. Stupidly I made the comment that I didn't really have
use for a bra - "I mean, there's nothing there to support." I said, adjusting
the little buckles on the shoulder straps so that the bra fitted me better.

Suzy made an impatient 'tutting' sound.
"Oh sissy! I thought we were finished with all these silly complaints. If
you're unhappy at not having anything to fit in the cups, I'll be glad to run to
the mall and get you some breast forms. I'd just thought you wouldn't want the
girls at the office to see..."
I interrupted quickly. "Oh Suzy! I was just commenting. Honestly, it's all
right. Honest. Please. I don't need any falsies. Honest."

She glared at me through narrowed eyes. "Falsies! Where have you been?
Falsies indeed!"
But she seemed to have been sidetracked. Even smiled a little. I saw her
mouthing the word 'falsies' again before she went back to reading her paper.

At work that day, I kept my jacket on for the full eight hours. This was by no
means uncommon for me, but I was concerned about the possibility of a breakdown
in the air-conditioning or something like that. I also wasn't sure, but it
seemed as if the bra and camisole had raised my sensory awareness of my
underwear by a couple of notches. I seemed to feel tiny little tugs and pulls
from all of the garments I was wearing now. The movement of the nylons beneath
my pants, the little 'pulling' sensations given off by the garter belt - the
occasional 'hitch' between the lace on the panties and the suspender straps that
attached to my stockings. The taut feeling of the bra strap and camisole lace
on my back.

On the following Thursday, Eunice was pressed into service as my driver again -
for lunch. She was telling me about a small party she was setting up for
Janice, my secretary's birthday in the coming week. A small 'do' in the office.
Asked me if I'd like to contribute a few dollars for the cake? I shamefacedly
said that I would have to ask Suzy. I wasn't as embarrassed as I should have
been though. There was something on my mind. I hadn't thought of it till then,
but how could I possibly make or serve lunch to Suzy and Eunice wearing my
jacket? I knew that I HAD to take it off. What could I do to stop Eunice from
seeing?

I was alone in the kitchen when I took my jacket off, but could see immediately
that my lingerie lace and straps were quite easy to see under my shirt. I had
no option that I could see. I put on my fullest, frilliest, apron in the hopes
that it would cover up my shame. I was almost in tears as I entered the room
where the two ladies awaited their pre-lunch drinks. Naturally, Suzy made quite
a show of admiring my apron. Full skirt, frilled all around the hem. Wide
shoulder straps, also heavily frilled, criss-crossing my back. Full bib,
heavily ruffled at the breast line.
"I'm going to have to buy you a nice lace cap to go with that sissy". Suzy
giggled as she took her glass of wine from the tray I offered.

Eunice seemed to be totally unconcerned about my appearance and obvious
embarrassment. Smiled sweetly at me as she took the glass of V8 from my tray.
"Thank you Mr. Smith." she said.
"SISSY!" Suzy reminded her.
Eunice simply nodded her head, for which I was very grateful. I couldn't figure
it out though. How come a sweet, feminine little girl could almost ignore Suzy -
while I was so subservient, totally at her beck and call?

I kept the apron on as we ate lunch, despite Suzy's raised eyebrows. But the
conversation that I wasn't paying too much attention too gradually swung around
to a horrendous point on the compass. All of a sudden, I was aware of Suzy
asking Eunice.
"But isn't setting up these little office shindigs an awful drain on your time?"
"Oh maybe." Eunice answered carelessly, then laughed. "I suppose that WORK does
get in the way, now and then."
Suzy laughed in agreement. What you need is an assistant."
Eunice smiled. Shook her head ruefully. "It's SUCH a shame - they just don't
seem to have any interest in hiring an assistant to the office girl."
"Couldn't one of the other ladies give you a hand?" Suzy asked.
"Oh no, Mrs. Smith. They're busy. I mean, they do important work. Not like
the kind of stuff I do."

Suzy turned her attention to me. "Did you contribute to Janice's cake
sweetheart?"
"No Suze. I didn't have any money. Thought you might want to give Eunice five
or ten dollars?"
"Oh yes Sissy. I forgot. I cut off your pocket money, didn't I?" Suzy
giggled. She spoke to Eunice. "Remind me to give you something before you
leave. He just got so SILLY with money. I just HAD to take over all the
financial dealings." Then she paused, and a speculative look came into her
eyes.
"Eunice? Sissy was telling me that you're very good at crocheting?"
"Oh I wouldn't go THAT far, Mrs. Smith." Eunice said, obviously complimented.
"I'm still learning as I go along."

"Well that's not what Sissy tells me. Is it Sissy?" Suzy was flashing her eyes
at me, passing on the message. I read it correctly.
"You look like an expert to me Eunice." I laughed. "These needles, or whatever
you call them, just flashing away..."
She blushed and looked down at the table shyly. Started to say something but
was interrupted by Suzy.
"You know Eunice? Sissy has just been DYIN' to learn how to crochet. Haven't
you Sissy? Been wanting to make me one of these nice crocheted 'weskits'.
Isn't that SO, Sissy?"

I could only stare, open-mouthed, as she continued. "And, wouldn't it be just
GREAT Eunice if you could teach Sissy how to crochet nice things for me - him
too of course? "
"Come here to teach him? Oh I don't think..." Eunice started haltingly.
"Oh no Eunice." Suzy interrupted. "Teach him at the office. At break times.
Maybe lunch time too."
"And," she added excitedly, "He could pay you back by giving you a hand while
you had busy spells in the office, like now? Be your assistant, sort of?"

To my horror, Eunice protested - but very weakly. "Oh I couldn't ask Mr. Smith
to do THAT...?"
"Don't see why not." Suzy said firmly. "Give him something to do in there.
'Stead of sitting around on his backside doing crossword puzzles and getting in
everybody's way!"
"But, Mrs. Smith? There's no desk for him to sit at beside me."
Eunice argued half-heartedly.
"Of course there is! Doesn't what's her name - Margaret? Sit there?" Suzy
asked.
"Yes. But if he was there, where would SHE sit then?"
"That's easy!" Suzy laughed. "Janice gets HIS office, then the next senior
girl gets hers - all the way down. You get Margaret's and he -." Suzy pointed
at me. "Sissy, that is, gets YOURS."

Eunice tittered, hiding her mouth behind her hand. "Oooh! That would cause an
awful rumpus! All that moving."
"Wouldn't be that much that I can see." Suzy said carelessly. "and with him
giving you a hand? Why it would hardly bother the ladies at all!"
Eunice looked at me directly, her eyes bright with anticipation. "But wouldn't
you mind, Mr. Smi... I mean Sissy?"
Suzy swung her gaze to me, and locked in, amusement showing in her eyes. Said
nothing.
"Oh well Eunice." I said weakly. "I don't know. It might be an awful lot of
bother?"
Eunice waved her hand airily. "Crocheting isn't that hard. We'd have you like
an expert in nothing flat. But you'd really have to want to..?"
Suzy spoke quickly. "Oh, he really would like to, wouldn't you dear?" Turned
towards me. "Be like a brand new hobby for you. And I'd just bet that you'll
be good at it. Don't you think so Eunice? Him being so girlish and all?"

She'd asked both of us questions, but didn't wait for answers. By the time I'd
cleaned off the lunch dishes and got my jacket back on for work, Suzy and Eunice
had decided that it would be a good idea to notify the ladies in the office of
the change that very afternoon.

Eunice was well aware of the why's and wherefores of the change, but thought
that it being explained as my personal wish to learn the business 'from the
ground up' was an excellent way to avoid 'embarrassing' questions. She was more
than delighted - as were all the other girls, when they heard that naturally, as
they'd all been 'promoted', a five percent raise would be given to everyone but
Janice - she'd get ten percent (Suzy instructed me about this before we left).

When I announced the proposed changes at a meeting in my - soon to be Janice's -
office, there were a few startled exclamations and a couple of sly, glances sent
my way. I'd thought the women would be amazed at me 'volunteering' to become
what was essentially, the office clerk - or 'office girl' as they called it, but
it didn't seem to surprise them much at all. I felt kind of strange as they all
bunched around Janice, congratulating her on becoming the 'boss', and obviously
thinking it was about high time.

I learned quickly that there wasn't really that much to the move. As a matter
of fact, some desks were moved around with the contents intact. Naturally, I
didn't have much personal stuff in mine, so a few small boxes were all that was
needed. Janice, of course, needed all the important files that had been in my
office but as she'd been the one that maintained them anyway, they just stayed
there. By the three-thirty break time, the work was almost done.

I'd been in a state of confused apprehension, knowing full well how silly it
looked for me to be doing the mundane tasks now expected of me while wearing my
jacket. But the thought of allowing these women to see my lingerie under my
shirt - Oh God!
I'd also been terrified of having to take my first crocheting lesson in front of
what I was positive would be leering women.

This worry had been unnecessary. I didn't have the needles or wool or suchlike
- it turned out that Suzy was getting my supplies for me that afternoon. Eunice
did take the opportunity to introduce me to what the ladies liked in way of
liquid refreshments - tea, coffee, sugar - milk, etc. Nobody seemed in the
least perturbed that the man who'd been their boss less than eight hours before
was now serving them, and anxiously waiting for signs that his offerings pleased
them. I felt just as silly wearing the jacket, but, to tell the truth, it was
as if I was hardly noticed, even by Eunice when I served her 'standard order'
tea and cookie to her.

At home that night, a new level was reached in my relationship with Suzy. She'd
asked detailed questions about how the ladies had reacted to the 'change', and
how they were treating me. Didn't seem too surprised at the lack of questions.

She'd gone to bed before me, but was lying awake reading, propped up by a
pillow. She looked very beautiful, her hair loose and down to her shoulders,
the yellow lacy ruffles of her nightgown framing her shoulders delightfully.
She was looking at me strangely as I put my pajamas on, but said nothing.
Quickly, I slid under the duvet and cuddled in beside her. She sighed, put her
book on the bedside table, and switched the light off.

We must have laid there in the dark for about thirty seconds. I felt her tense,
then stretch back to the lamp to turn it on. She threw the duvet back and
started getting out of bed.
"Sissy? get out of bed. NOW! Come over here and stand beside me please."
I hadn't had time to get sleepy yet, so quickly did as she asked. We stood,
looking at the full length mirror.
Her mouth twisted a little. "What's wrong with this picture?" She asked.

Puzzled, I looked at our reflections. My pajamas were, maybe, a little bit
rumpled? Her yellow baby-dolls looked marvelous.
"You look GREAT Suze!" I said placatingly. "And I know I ironed your jammies
fine, you look smashing! Honest!"
"You don't see anything WRONG?" She insisted.
I shook my head. "No Suze. Everything looks fine to me."
"But you're wearing the PANTS! Do you think that's RIGHT?"

About two minutes later, I admitted that things were now just about the way they
should be - extremely conscious of the ruffled pink baby-dolls I was now wearing
as my wife took me in her arms and kissed me - as a welcome into 'womanhood'.
It was, admittedly, the best sex we'd had in a long time as I slithered in my
lacy satins underneath her.

The following morning I was introduced to another aspect of femininity. Suze
now wanted me to start serving her breakfast in bed. This would not have been
so bad except that, under her direction, I had to sit at the dressing table and
'improve my appearance'.
This entailed brushing my hair down and securing it with a ribbon that matched
my baby dolls, and tying it with a large ostentatious bow. Then, a nice layer
of lipstick to accentuate my 'oh-so-kissable' lips.

More humiliation was to follow. Suzy directed me to look in my closet and pick
out the little shorty peignoir to match my baby dolls and put it on - along with
the feathered, high heeled, slippers.
"I don't think I can walk in these dear." I protested.
"Well, that's all right." Suzy yawned. "Making breakfast will just take you a
little longer then, won't it? That way, Eunice will get a chance to see just
how pretty you are in your new jammies when she comes to pick you up this
morning. I'm sure she won't mind waiting for you to finish your chores."

That threat made my introduction to high heels much shorter than I'd have
estimated. I was actually quite proficient in them within twenty minutes.

I was very careful about going outside to get the morning paper, checking to
ensure that no neighbors were close. Everything was clear. My heels clicking
daintily on the driveway, I went and picked up the paper. As I straightened up,
I heard Ms. Johnson, a widow who lived next door say.
"Good morning Sissy! NOW I understand why Suzy called you that the other day.
MY! What a pretty outfit! That color suits you to a 't'.

She had been bending down behind the short hedge that separated our properties.
A few weeds dangled from her fingers, explaining why I hadn't seen her.

I'm sure you've heard / read of time standing still? It did for me at that
moment. At least I knew that I was frozen to the spot, my mouth fixed in a
shocked 'o', the silk and chiffon layers of my outfit trembling and riffling a
little in the early morning breeze.

I licked my lips - tasted the cosmetic 'taste' of the bright red lipstick I
wore. "Why - Ms Johnson. What a nice surprise!" I managed to get out.
"I can imagine." she answered dryly.

I plucked nervously at my clothes. "Ah... Ah .. lost a bet with Suzy." I
managed to get out - A real stroke of genius.
"Lose a lot of bets, do you?" She asked, smiling.
"Eh?"
"Well, I've seen you out here in a number of frilly aprons, hanging up your
undies. Were these all bets you lost too?"
"They're .. They're not MY undies." I said quickly.
"Sure they're not," she said sarcastically. "Must be Suzy's. A big strong man
like you would never wear such pretty undies, would he?" Then she added. "Well
I won't say it hasn't been fun, but I gotta get back to this weeding. Have a
nice day." With that, she bent down out of sight again.

I heard what sounded like a snort of laughter coming from behind the hedge as my
high heels clicked back up the driveway, into the house. It was nothing
compared to what faced me back inside the house.

Suzy was coming downstairs, tying the sash of her robe as she did. Her face was
bright red, and she was crying real tears.
"My GOD!" She croaked. "Have a nice little chat with Ms. Johnson?" She
deepened her voice in a fair imitation of our neighbor. "Lose a lot of bets, do
you?" she quoted and burst out laughing.
I realized that she must have heard everything through our open bedroom window.
Looked down at the ground as she added "a BIG strong MAN like you!! Oh God! I
think I'm gonna die!" and she roared with laughter again.

She told me that, for this morning anyway, she'd let me feed her at the kitchen
table. "But from here on in sweetie," she warned, "I'm wanting breakfast in
bed. After all, when I've got an obedient little thing like you, there's no
sense in not enjoying it, eh?"

Under her amused scrutiny, I put an apron over my nightwear, then proceeded to
make her breakfast, my shoes tapping distinctly on the tiled kitchen floor.
Knowing I'd have to do the dishes when she'd finished, I made my own meal then
sat down beside her at the table. She was engrossed in the newspaper so didn't
tease me at all, though I was nervously looking at the clock wanting to be ready
for Eunice when she came for me.

Finally, Suzy finished. Quickly, I poured her a re-fill of her coffee, then did
the dishes and got them into the dishwasher. Hurried upstairs and was just
about completely dressed when I heard the sound of Eunice's car in the driveway.
I didn't want to keep her waiting so started tearing out of the bedroom,
remembering only at the last second to untie my hair ribbon. Made it to the
door just as the doorbell rang.
"Bye dear!" I shouted. "See you tonight!"

"Sissy darling? You forgot the crocheting stuff I got for you. It's in the
paper carrying sack in the hall cupboard. Everything there is for you, so just
take it. Hope you like it all."
"Thank you Suzy. Sorry. I forgot all about it." I called back, pulling the bag
out from the cupboard there, opening the front door and joining Eunice.
"Good morning Eunice." I said cheerily.
"Morning Sissy." She replied. Then added "What's the matter. Did I say
something wrong?"
"I had thought you maybe weren't going to call me that name unless Suzy was
around." I told her.

"But you DID ask me to call you by it, didn't you?" she asked quietly, opening
the car door for me.
"Yes, but only because Suzy made me." I admitted.
She shrugged when she got in her side of the car. Started the engine. "I'm
sorry. But I thought for sure you'd want me to call you that this morning."
"Why now?" I asked, puzzled.

She didn't answer. Reached up and rotated her rear-view mirror so I could see
my reflection. And I saw my bright red, pouty, feminine lips. I'd forgotten to
take the lipstick off!
"Oh Jesus!" I said, almost weeping. Do you have a Kleenex Eunice?"
"I'm not sure. Try my handbag."
I looked through her handbag and was lucky enough to find a small pack with
three tissues left in it. I used them all to remove the traces of the cosmetic
from my lips. When I'd finished she nodded.
"What you got in the bag there Sissy?"

I didn't argue with her about my name. Just pulled the bag forward from the
back seat where I'd put it while getting into the car.
"Suzy said it was for my crocheting."
"Seems like an awful lot." Eunice laughed. "Maybe she thinks you'll be making
a lot of mistakes."

I'd started pulling out the contents of the bag, curious myself now. The first
layer or two was skeins of different wools, then some pattern books, then a
small box containing crocheting hooks of different sizes. But I was hardly a
third of the way into the bag. A feeling of dread rose in my chest as I saw
what looked to be a layer of rose-pink satin. Slowly, I pulled it out.

"Oh what a lovely smock!" Eunice said as I held it up. "I'm jealous!"
"Maybe it's a present for you." I said hopefully.
"Not unless Suzy thinks MY name is Sissy." she laughed.
"Eh?"
"Your name's embroidered above the breast pocket. See?
S I S S Y! Right there!
Oh God! I thought. What Eunice had said was bad enough, but I could now see
another layer of satin - beige - facing up at me from the bag.

There were four smocks in all. Pink, beige, white, and pale blue. All satin.
All decidedly feminine, some with embroidered flowers, some with ruffles. Some
long sleeved, some with short puffed out sleeves. All fastened at the back with
large buttons. All with my 'new' name, prominently embroidered on the breast.

Eunice was trying, I think, to hide a grin. Not too successfully though. I put
everything back in the bag. What was I going to do? I seriously thought about
running away. But what could I do without money? With no clothes other than
what I was wearing - and most of them decidedly feminine?

We got to the office a few minutes later. Being office girl, Eunice was always
the earliest, so that she could get the coffee on for the others.
"Better get your smocks hung up." she suggested. "There's plenty of hangers in
the ladies room. You could leave them there, or hang them up in this closet."

I licked my lips. "Ladies room? Eunice? Would you mind getting the hangers
for me?"
She shook her head. "Ok. But you start making the coffee, ok?"
I nodded. She paused for a second.
"Yeah, I guess you'd better be hanging them up out here. Don't know how the
other ladies would feel when you went in there to get your smock for at break
time for your first lesson."

And I knew then that there was no way I could possibly avoid wearing a smock all
that morning because I also knew that there was no way in hell that I'd want to
change at break time with all the ladies around. I busied myself with getting
the cups out and dusted, and filling the coffee machine with water and putting
the filter in. By the time that was done, Eunice had returned and was hanging
up my smocks in the closet.
"Would you measure out the coffee Eunice?" I called over to her.
"No problem." she answered.

As she measured out the coffee grounds, I slipped my jacket off and hung it in
the closet. Pulled the beige smock over my head after loosening two of the
buttons at the back. Then discovered that I couldn't re-fasten them. I must
have made enough motion to distract Eunice, because she looked up and saw me.

"Oh, that color's nice on you. Didn't think it would be to tell you the truth,
but you do have nice taste."
"No! Not me! Suzy picked it out!" I blurted out.
Eunice shrugged. "Well then, I guess she knows what suits you. Need a hand to
fasten it at the back?"
Shame faced, I nodded, and she came and enclosed me in my satin cocoon.

To my surprise, none of the ladies seemed to see anything amiss in my new
apparel. Margaret commented something that sounded vaguely complimentary as I
took her coffee to her but, other than that, it just seemed to be the start of
any normal day. After a little while, I got used to being called over by any
and all of the ladies, even Eunice, and given something to file, or tidy up, or
what to look for. None of them seemed put out by referring to me as 'Sissy' -
especially once they had all found out who'd bought them exclusively for me.
Guess they figured that it was as good as any other name - and calling me 'Mr.
Smith' as I scuttled to do their bidding in my floating satin smock probably
didn't seem quite appropriate.

At ten o'clock, there was a brief interruption as Eunice had me sit beside her
and started me on crocheting. Janice wandered by, munching on a donut, and
gazed interestedly at what I was doing, but just grunted when I asked her if she
needed something done, then sauntered away.

On thinking back, I have to admit that I probably enjoyed it (Let's face it, I
still do a lot of it and enjoy the therapy it provides). It just seemed
peaceful somehow - a sort of mindless activity, but getting something done
nonetheless. I was quite surprised to find that break was over and that I had
to get back to my new duties. For some reason or other, Eunice didn't seem to
need my help in planning Janice's 'do'. She seemed more interested, and
involved, in learning Margaret's job.

I'd supposed that I'd have to sit and crochet during lunch, but Suzy had called
up and asked Janice if I was needed for the rest of that afternoon? She'd
really appreciate it if I could be freed up? She wanted some special housework
done. I felt a little peculiar hearing that my ex-secretaries permission was
now being sought for me to be freed for any task.

Anyway, I was waiting for Suzy to pick me up. Thought it'd be a good time to
get my jacket on when I saw our car coming down the street towards the office.
Found I couldn't get the back buttons undone. Looked around for Eunice.
Nowhere in sight.
"Need a hand Sissy?" Margaret was right beside me!
Dry mouthed, I nodded.

Not having seen a full length mirror all morning, I wasn't sure if my lingerie
straps had been visible through my smock or not.
Deftly, Margaret undid the buttons and, before I could stop her, pulled the back
of my smock fully open. Paused for a second. Then she said nothing, but I felt
her fingernail lightly trace along the lines of my bra strap.

Red faced, I thanked her, then quickly pulled the smock off. Hung it up with the
others. Put my jacket on and sped out of the office - and into the arms of my
waiting wife.
"Oh, You're BLUSHING!" She laughed. "How cute! Somebody in there teasing you?
You just tell old Suzy and I'll go and tell them off. Give them a real good
talking too!"
I felt like weeping. Almost did. But then she piled on further humiliation.
"Do your nice crocheting with Eunice this morning?"
"Yes." I mumbled.
"Wear one of your pretty smocks?"
I nodded.
"Oh goodness! Betcha it was the pink one. Right?"
"No. The beige one." I said, tight lipped with shame.
Oh! But I'll bet you looked nice in it. Felt nice too, sitting there just like
one of the girls in your satin smock and all your pretty lingerie underneath -
doing a girl thing. Feel nice Sissy?"

I just stared helplessly at the ground. Then heard her say. "But sweetie?
Haven't you forgotten something?"
"What?" I asked.
"Aren't you going to practice over the week-end? Won't you need some wool and
your hooks or needles, whatever they're called - and your nice PINK smock?
Wouldn't it be an idea for you to go and get them?"
"But I've started wearing the beige one Suze.. Wore it all day."
"All day? thought you were just going to wear it for your lessons? You mean to
tell me that you wore one of your nice smocks ALL DAY? How come? Want to look
your best?" She paused thoughtfully, then brightened.
"Ah! Frightened that the girls would see your undie straps when you took your
jacket off, eh? Well? Was that what it was?"
I nodded.

Suzy laughed. "You've got to be kidding! You didn't REALLY think that a smock
- a SATIN smock? - would hide the fact that you were wearing women's lingerie?
You're KIDDING! Oh Sissy! You're too precious for words. Well, tell you what.
Why don't you just scamper back in there - and tell you what, take your jacket
off before you go, leave it here. When you get in there, put your pink smock
on, and come back out here. Bring your beige one as well- it'll probably need
washing - and all your wool and needles."

I stood up for myself, finally.
"Suzy! This has gone far enough! I'm a MAN! Your HUSBAND! You owe me some
respect! I'm NOT going to do this. You're not my boss! Enough!"
The laughter left her face. I felt a surge of confidence. Knew that I'd got
through to her. But then I knew I'd goofed. All that showed in her eyes now
was anger. She literally spat her words at me.

"A man? Sissy? You think you're a MAN? When was the last time you acted like
a MAN? Now that I think of it? Get back in there and get ALL of your smocks
in there while you're at it. Gonna change your name to Melissa - That's a GIRLS
name! Sissy indicates there is , or was, SOMETHING masculine about you - and
there's NOTHING! Nothing at all! Now go and do as I say! If you argue some
more? I'm gonna take you over my knee, right here in the parking lot - all the
girls looking on. THEN, I'm gonna take your pants and shirt off, and you'll
walk in there and go and do what I just finished telling you. Now what's it
gonna be Melissa?"
I tried to stare at her, but faltered.
"Aw Suze.. I was only..."
"Melissa!"

I took my jacket off, reluctantly. Handed it to her.
"Before you go sweetie?" She said, smiling again, and looking into her handbag
for something.
"Yes?" I asked meekly.
"Need to start remembering things dearie. Like your makeup and stuff. Here."
And with that, she handed me a makeup compact and a lipstick tube.
"Just a touch of powder and lipstick will make you look really pretty." She
mocked.
Standing there, I did as I'd been instructed. Opened up the compact and
carefully dabbed some powder on my cheeks and nose. Then I used the mirror in
it to apply a defined layer of lipstick. Shut the tube and compact and gave
them back to her.

"There's a girl!" She said sweetly, putting them back in her bag. "Now go and
do what mommy says."
The way the sun was shining into the office windows, I couldn't tell who was
looking out and who wasn't. At the same time, I was sure that just about
everyone in the office was well aware of what had transpired between Suzy and
me. There was no sense in rushing now. At a normal pace I walked back into the
office. As I suspected, the girls didn't even try to hide the fact that they'd
been watching.

I picked out the pink smock, loosened the fasteners, and put it on. Margaret,
grinning just slightly, fastened me in again. Then I took the other smocks from
the hangers. Walked back out to my mistress.
"Thassa girl!" she complimented me, giving me a girlish peck on the cheek.
"My! You look nice in that color!"

The drive home was over quickly. When we did arrive, I was told to 'get out of
these ugly male things'. I discovered that my closet now held quite a few
dresses, skirts and blouses. No pants of any description. There was a long
pink dress - looked like satin and or taffeta wrapped in a long plastic sleeve
that was tied in a knot at the bottom. I was really curious, but thought I'd
better hurry back to Suzy.

I reported back to her wearing a black velvet mini-skirt and a white silk blouse
with full sleeves. In an attempt to appease her, I put on a pair of black shoes
with a medium heel and used a few tissues to pad my bra cups to give me a more
feminine shape. It worked - but only a little. With an apron over my womanly
ensemble I cleaned, dusted, and vacuumed that afternoon.

When I came out of the shower afterwards, I was surprised to find her waiting.
Under her supervision, I powdered myself before putting on a set of beige
undies. Once my bra was on, she had me try my new breast forms in the cup.
they felt strange, but I had to admit to myself that my bra now at least looked
functional. She sat and chatted as I sat to put my stockings on, and checked the
seams. Nodded approvingly at the fact that they needed very little adjusting.
"Very good Melissa. Now lets get a pretty dress on you. It's about time you
dressed properly, don't you think?"
I nodded in agreement and stepped into the light blue dress with white polka
dots the was holding out towards me. She helped me put my arms through the
short puffy sleeves, pulled it up into position, then stood close at my back as
she fastened the buttons at the back.

"Isn't this FUN?" She whispered in my ear. "It's just as if it was me that was
your ladies maid - not the other way around?"
I didn't answer, just looked downward at the floor as she finished enclosing me
in my dress by fastening some small hook and eye arrangement at my neck. She
took a hold of my shoulders and turned me to face the full length mirror. "Now
have a look. See how pretty your dress looks on. We'll get your makeup on in a
minute."

I still looked a little like a man - but the dress gave a strong indication of
femininity. Short puffy sleeves that closed around my upper arms, held gently
by elasticized cuffs. A sweetheart neckline, showing just a touch of lace from
my camisole. Fairly high waisted, with the skirt falling in large soft pleats
to just about calf length. She asked if I thought the look was improved by a
white patent leather belt and heeled sandals to match. I agreed.

She applied my makeup for me. Not much, but by the time she'd finished, any
resemblance I'd had to a male had just about totally disappeared.

She'd told me that though my hair was long enough, she didn't have time to fix
it properly. It took a surprisingly short time for her to coil it under a nylon
cap, then slide one of her blonde wigs on to my head. I was actually surprised
- and think she was as well - at the transformation, especially after she
plucked some of my eyebrows. Clip-on, dangling earrings, a necklace and
bracelet to match, costume jewelry rings on my fingers completed the picture.

I was shaken when she handed me a small white handbag to match the shoes and
belt. "Got your makeup in it Melissa. Thought it would be a good idea for you
to get used to carrying a handbag."
"But I've got dinner to make Suze. What do you want me to do with this? Carry
it around the kitchen?
"No dear. I'm taking you out for dinner tonight. Just us girls. Your keys are
in your handbag. Go and get the car if you don't mind."

I gawped at her. "Your letting me drive?"
"Yes, of course. Now that you're dressed properly."
"I don't understand Suze. You haven't let me drive because of my CLOTHES?"
"Yes. Probably stupid. But I just get so pissed off every time I get in a car
with a man and he thinks that HE"S the one that's gonna drive. Now you don't
look like a man anymore, I might treat you a little better." She gave a short
laugh. "I even put a couple of bucks in your purse."
I was so amazed that I was well outside before I even thought of being
embarrassed about wearing a dress, then I mentally shrugged. Didn't care any
more.

As a matter of fact, I found myself enjoying the airiness of my new clothes. My
arms felt nude because of the extremely short sleeves, but pleasantly air
conditioned. The skirt of my dress seemed to float, and I really appreciated
the extra height that the heels provided. I adjusted the car seat to suit me,
then proudly backed the car out of the garage to where Suzy waited for me.

She took me to a small, intimate, dark, restaurant. I'd thought it would be
difficult but I seemed to have no problems in passing as a woman. I WAS
terrified at my first trip into a Ladies room when we first went in, but luckily
the place was deserted except for Suzy and myself. I was also extremely nervous
when she had me join her at freshening up our lipstick before we left there, but
my luck held. Two women actually came in, just as we left. Never even gave me
a glance.

She ordered drinks for both of us as soon as we got assigned a booth. She had a
dry martini, I got a tequila sunrise. Asked the waitress to check back with us
in fifteen minutes. The girl smiled, and went away.
Suzy amazed me. "Cheers Melissa" she said, holding her glass towards mine.
Cheers Suze!" I said, clinking the rim of my glass to hers. We both took
appreciative sips of our drinks. She smiled at me over the edge of her glass.
It wasn't the mean kind of smile that I'd been getting for so long. She
actually looked friendly, no traces of sarcasm or mockery in her speech or
expression.

"Well. Got to admit it." She said. "It's taken less time than I thought it
would, but we're almost there."
"Almost where, Suze?" I asked.
She crinkled her nose up in a smile. "Why, getting you into being a woman.
You're actually quite attractive you know. I'd never have believed that you'd
look this good this soon."

I could feel myself blushing and, all at once, I knew I wasn't blushing at any
kind of humiliation. Suzy had paid me a COMPLIMENT! Not only that, it was the
first time she'd spoken to me as if she liked me in a long time!
"Can I ask you something?" I said quietly.
"Sure! Fire away!"
"Why'd you want me to look like a woman?"

She shrugged. "To tell the truth? Embarrassment I guess."
I was puzzled. Had to ask. "Embarrassment?"
"Yeah. You see, I've always liked girls - talking sexually now, and I a had got
used to sorta playing the male role. I really didn't like playing the 'little
woman' to you so, started wondering how it'd be to reverse things - and it sorta
turned me on a little when I discovered how obedient you were. It became a lot
more fun when I could show other people who was the boss."
"But then, why marry me in the first place?"
"Truthfully? Money was one major thing. You were in line for your mother's
business and we felt it a good idea for me to make a run at you after she died.
I know that sounds callous but most of the girls felt that they'd contributed a
whole lot more than you to the business. Didn't see why you should get the
lion's share."

"We? Who's 'we'?" I asked. "and who's 'the girls'"
She stared disbelievingly at me. "Jesus! You really don't know?"
"Know what?"
The girls in the office - me and them. This whole thing has been a set-up since
day one. You had NO idea?"
I shook my head in confusion, distracted for a second by the feel of my necklace
and earrings as they moved.
"Suze? Please tell me what is going on. Please?"

"I'm having another drink. You're not as you're driving - but want a soft
drink?" she said.
I nodded and she ordered drinks for both of us. Ordered dinner at the same
time. Steak for her, a salad for me. "Got weight to lose dearie." she said to
me.
When the drinks arrived, she started her explanation and continued it through
our meal.

"See Melissa? All the girls in that office are paired up - with other girls
that is."
"They're all lesbians!" I gasped.
"Oh God!" She moaned. "Yeah - partners. Janice and Doris. Margaret and Lisa."
"I'd heard that Eunice was that way." I said. "Does she have a boy friend? A
girl .. well you know what I mean." I stumbled.

Suzy took a pull at her drink and shook her head.
"Yeah. Me."

"No Suze!" I laughed. "I meant, what's that term? Does she have a significant
other?"
Suzy reached across the table. Took my hand. "Eunice is my girl friend. She
is my significant other - as you so quaintly put it. We've been an item for a
few years now."
"But that would mean.."
"That I knew her before I married you? Yeah! Give the little lady a coconut!"

"But why did marry me then, if you loved her?" I asked, disappointed.
"You'd have ruined the business. Had no idea of what the hell you were doing."
"But how would marriage have stopped me?"
She grinned at me. "Well, to tell the truth, we weren't sure. You seemed kinda
scared of women. We thought you might have been gay at first, but that was a
short lived theory. Thought you might be easy to dominate into doing something
silly - like dressing in women's clothes. I'd be SHOCKED to catch you in little
frillies. Divorce you of course, then take the company as settlement."

I shrugged ruefully. "Is this where you catch me? Make a big scene?"
She smiled. "Nah. Gave up on that idea - at least a little. We had quite a
discussion about it. You were a pompous pain in the ass, but at least you
weren't mean. Didn't throw your weight around. It was Eunice who came up with
the idea that you might make a good contribution to the group."
"Eunice? I thought she liked me." I said sadly.
"She does! Why do you think she's going to all this trouble?"
"What trouble?"
"Listen sweetie. Who do you think has been laying out the whole program? Me?
Being patient has never been one of my strong suits. If it'd been up to me I'd
have probably had you in dresses so quick your ears would have burned. It was
Eunice's idea to introduce you to your undies gradually - cut down on the
trauma, you know?"
I nodded, dazed by what she was telling me.
"Get you into accepting that you were weak and feminine." she continued. "Gotta
admit it. She was dead on. I'd never have believed that you'd make such a good
little housewife. Never have seen how valuable you'd be."

I thought for a second as I chewed on a piece of lettuce, then asked.
"You said something about me being able to contribute something a minute or so
ago. Now you're saying that I'm 'valuable'? Sounds contradictory to me. One
minute I'm weak and feminine, the next I'm valuable..?"
Suzy laughed. "Melissa? It was agreed that I'd run the business now. I'm
investing a chunk of my own money in it, so I'm top dog, so to speak. Along
with that, I'm keeping our house. Look at it from MY point of view. The
business and the house are both investments, right?"

"I guess so." I replied. "But I still own both - or at least I thought I did."
"Oh you DO. You DO! But not for long. I've had papers drawn up where you'll
sign both over to me."
"Why would I do that? Especially after what you've just told me?"
Suzy laughed loudly enough to draw the eyes of some other couples eating.
"OH Melissa! Just think about it. You're SO desirous of being told what to do,
all I have to do is ask. You KNOW that. Don't you?"

And I knew that she was right. Had to smile at my own weakness. She saw it.
Smiled in return.
"Now! Here's where Eunice came up with a great idea. See? All of us girls is
gonna make money. Probably not a helluva lot more than we deserve, but enough to
where we're comfortable."

She saw my confusion. Paused for a second.
"Sorry Melissa. Just getting carried away. See, there's practically no woman
alive enjoys housework. And none of them enjoy making coffee and running little
errands for other women." She paused, looking at me. I didn't know what to
say.
"And that's where YOU come in sweetie. The girls tell me that you're a goddam
natural-born office girl. Sweet and docile and willing to do as you're told.
Any idea how hard it is to get, and hold, a good girl Friday these days?"
"Office girl? That's what I'm to be?" I asked.
"You're that NOW sweetie! But that's not all!"
I stared blankly at her.

She tapped herself on the breast with a forefinger.
"Me! I can sure as hell testify what a great little ladies maid you're likely
to be. I don't see how you behave in the office, but I do see you in the house.
You vacuum, dust, iron, wash - all these little goodies. Haven't got you
sewing little repairs to my undies, but Eunice'll have you doing that in no time
flat! Put you in little black satin or taffeta dresses? Best little French
maid I could ever imagine!"

I couldn't help the short thrill that ran through me at her words.
"Be your maid?"
"Well, actually Melissa I'm gonna give you to Eunice as a sort of wedding
present. You'll be her maid, and she'll be your immediate boss in the office as
well - when she wants you in there of course. There's also the possibility that
you can be 'loaned out' to the other girls so to speak."
""You're going to give me away to Eunice! You can't give people away!" I said
excitedly. And what do you MEAN, 'wedding present'? I thought she was YOUR
girlfriend. Who's she going to marry?"

"Me! Who do you think? And would you just shush for a second Melissa! I'm not
'giving you away'. I'm keeping you in the family, aren't I? You'll be my maid
as well - I promise. You can look after me and my stuff, just like you will
Eunice's. It's just that if there's any reason to discipline you for anything,
it'll be up to her."

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, she cast a quizzical look in
my direction. "Think about this for a second. Who would you rather have
discipline you. Eunice or me?"
I saw her point, so didn't answer. Took a piece of bread and wiped my salad
bowl with it. Went to eat it.
"No Melissa. You've had enough. I'm gonna put you on a diet. Want you to look
nice in your new uniforms."

I was dying to ask how she could possibly marry someone else - another woman to
boot, but decided that discretion was the better part of valor under the
circumstances. Meekly, I waited for her to finish her steak.
When she finished her meal, she gave me another great surprise.
"Why don't you pay for the meal honey." she said.
"Did you put that much money in my purse?" I asked.
"No. But your credit card is there. I don't think they'll check your
signature. I'd sign it 'Melissa' , but you can use Charles if you want."

I was so excited about being allowed to get back into the ranks of grown up
people that I just signed it as Melissa - No one checked it. I gave Suzy a big
kiss as a thank you when we got outside.

"Now Eunice is coming over tonight to do your hair for tomorrow. Make it
pretty." She told me once we were in the car.
"What's tomorrow?" I asked.
"Oh, that's right. I haven't told you, have I? Well, I'm having a lunch for
most of our old lady neighbors. Let them meet you as you're going to be in the
future. That's why I had you work so hard today. Don't want them to think that
you don't look after me properly."
"But WHY Suze? Eh? You don't need to humiliate me, do you?"
"Oh no Melissa! Nothing like that. It's just that, well, the person - the
'man' that lived in our house is effectively going to disappear. Don't want any
old busybody calling the police, do we?"

I took a deep breath, but realized that she was right. But oh, my face suffused
with blushes every time I thought of how the old ladies would react -
particularly Ms. Johnson. Just before we got home, Suzy asked me not to tell
Eunice about how I was going to be 'given' to her - I was to be a 'surprise'!

Eunice arrived not long after we got back. She was very complimentary about my
dress and how the color suited me.
"But time you started learning how to be a girl." she said. "You've done
wonderfully well, but you do have a lot to learn you know."
"I know, Eunice. Suze thinks you'll make a great role model." I said humbly.
She actually blushed with pride. "Yeah, but she's a little biased I think. Now
let's go upstairs to your bedroom and we'll start working on your hair." She
linked her arm in mine and led me upstairs.

In my bedroom, she suggested that I replace my dress with a robe as I'd be more
comfortable. She went into my closet to get me something suitable. I saw her
pull the long plastic-sheathed dress from the closet.
"Oh great! It got here! Does it fit you?"

It was my turn to blush. "I haven't tried it on. Didn't really know if it was
for me." I said weakly.
"Oh, that's silly!" she laughed. "Why don't you go into the bathroom and
change. Please? We'll do your hair afterwards."

When I returned from the bathroom, she was close to being ecstatic.
"Oh that's LOVELY!" She said. "I was SO worried. It fits you perfectly!
here, let me close you in at the back. It's a little tricky."

I saw my reflection in the mirror. Pink satin. Formal length, the hem actually
touching the carpet. Huge sleeves, ballooning down to fasten around my
forearms.
"But ... Isn't it kinda long?" I said. "When could I wear this?"

"Oh, the length is no problem. You'll be wearing higher heels than these you
have on." Oh it looks SO nice on you! Great!"
As she was saying this, she was turning me around by the shoulder examining me
closely.
"You'll make a great bridesmaid!" She said.
"A What!"
"Didn't Suzy tell you? We want to have a fun ceremony here next week. Just
some of your neighbors and the girls from work. That SUZY! She promised she'd
tell you."
"Oh she did, Eunice. She did." I stammered. "I just never thought..."
"Oh please say you will! Please be my bridesmaid! Please?"

And I nodded my head, agreeing to be a bridesmaid for a girl who was marrying my
wife. Then, running my hand down the sheer material of my dress, I smiled
sincerely. "I'd love to. really!" I said, giving Eunice a hug.

Queen of The Castle

By: Bea

The rain was falling softly as Moira drove us up in front of the lodge. From
the first moment I was properly impressed.

“From what you mentioned" I said, “I got the idea that you and your daughters
had been forced to live in some sort of broken down old cottage. This is really
quite spectacular, you know.."

I was telling the truth. My companion had referred to her current domicile as
'the original gatekeepers cottage' for the estate. This red sandstone building,
glistening in the light rain, was substantial to say the least, two stories and,
as far as I could determine, a fair depth to it. I estimated that it had to
have at least twelve rooms.

Moira hit the horn, laughing. “These lazy little buggers! They know we're
here. Just hoping that we'll be stupid enough to open the gate ourselves."
She put the window down and yelled out. “C'mon somebody! Shake a leg! Open
the bloody gate!"
“Oh, I’ll do it" I offered, opening the car door.
“I wouldn't recommend it." she answered. “If you ever let my two away with
anything, they'll press just to see how far they can go... "
But by that time I was out of the car and heading for the large bar that kept
the gate in a closed position. As I approached it, a rather tall red haired
girl darted from the cottage door towards the same opener. She held an umbrella
above her but as her head was down to keep the rain out of her eyes she didn't
seem to see me until we arrived at the lever together.

I didn't know who this young lady was. It couldn't be one of the twins? Surely
not! From Moira's fond descriptions, I’d got the impression that her girls were
in their early teens. This young lady looked to be in her early twenties. She
finally looked up, and I found myself scrutinized by a pair of incredibly large
green eyes, long lashed and seductive. She moved her head slightly to one side.
“You must be David? I’m Patricia. Here. Let me open this." She put her hand
on the lever.

“Oh please. Let me." I answered. “It looks rather stiff."
“It is," she said, slowly taking her hand off and watching me.
I pressed down. It didn't budge one iota. Reddening from the exertion and
embarrassment, I tried again - with no more success.
“Here. Let me," she said kindly and gave my hand a light push, before taking
hold of the lever herself. Totally humiliated, I saw the muscles on her forearm
tauten, and the lever move downward with a squeal. She pulled the gate open and
motioned Moira to drive through. Then she came around towards me with the
umbrella. It was quite small, and she put her arm around me to pull me in more
under its protection.

And all of a sudden I had a premonition. Well, maybe not that strong a feeling,
but I definitely felt a faint uneasiness. I tried to shake it off, but here I
was - for a long weekend no less, with a woman who intimidated me somewhat, and
(if her other daughter was anything like Patricia) I was in a household where I
was the smallest person and, by the looks of it, certainly not the strongest. A
small shudder ran down my body.

She must have felt it. “Cold?" She asked solicitously. Then, without waiting
for my answer. “Never mind, we'll get you all nice and toasty warm in a little
while." And, still talking, she pulled me closer to her.

I didn't know what to do. I knew that I was older than her. Not much perhaps,
yet somehow, it was if she'd classified me as a little kid. Someone who needed
looking after. She made me uncomfortably aware that she was just as strong
minded as her mother.

I’d met Moira at a whist drive in the local village. We'd both arrived without
partners and had drawn each other. She was very down to earth and an aggressive
- very aggressive - card player. Due to this, I’d been a part of the winning
pair for the first time in my life.

During the evening we'd chatted between hands. I’d discovered that she was a
divorced mother with twin daughters, who were home for the 'hols' and,
according to her, she was 'desperately' trying to keep them amused. She
admitted that she was enjoying her night off. Seemingly, she had been visiting
the village to talk to the dean of the local girl's school that her daughters
attended. I knew very little of the school except that it was very exclusive -
and very expensive. It also turned out that she was staying the night with a
friend, Jane Waugh, who happened to be my solicitor.

As that evening had progressed, I had got the feeling that she was evaluating
me. Don't get me wrong. I don't mean romantically: for one thing, she was
quite a lot older than me. Definitely attractive still, but well out of my age
bracket. For another, I’ve never really interested women. It's as if they
sense that I’m shy of them - something, I don't know. I’m not homosexual, I
just don't seem to have the necessary 'drive' to get romantically involved with
someone of the opposite sex.

There was nothing unfriendly about her scrutiny really, just something about it
that made me a little uneasy.

Anyway, before the night was over, she'd invited me to her home for the
following weekend. It turned out that she lived on a large estate some forty
miles away - more amazingly, that she owned it - a part of the divorce
settlement. (though she did say that the heating bills - and the cost of
servants to staff the main house during the winter had caused her to experiment
with moving to the forementioned gatekeepers cottage. She was going to be
passing through my village on her way home on the Friday, so could pick me up
then. As I don't drive, this eliminated any transportation problems. I
accepted her invitation with alacrity.

I’d somehow got the picture of me, Moira, and a couple of naughty (but nice)
little girls playing monopoly, toasting marshmallows, drinking hot chocolate -
with everyone deferring to my masculine presence. As can be imagined from the
conditions attending my actual arrival, this picture was starting to
disintegrate a little in my imagination.

Evelyn met us at the door. As big - and as beautiful as her sister. More
blonde in coloring though, and blue eyes instead of green, but with the same
grace and athleticism. She shook my hand at the introduction, and I could feel
the strength in her arm.
“David? It is David? Yes? I saw you come in. Have trouble opening the gate?"
she asked in a low, throaty voice.
“Yes I did." I admitted. “Is there some sort of knack to it?"
“Not that I’m aware of." Patricia said. “Needs a little muscle, that's all."

And Evelyn shocked me. She laughing unbelievingly, she took hold of my arm and
squeezed my bicep.
“Not much there, I’m afraid," she giggled, turning to her sister. “Think that
even Sissy Walker has more than this."
“You're kidding!" Patricia said, then did the same thing. “Y'know! I think
you're dead on! Not much there at all, is there?"

“Would you two stop pawing our guest?" I heard Moira's voice behind us. “He'll
think you've got no social manners at all - and I’ve been trying to convince him
that you gals are nice! Now! One of you? Take his bag up to his room,
please?" She came up to us and dumped my weekender suitcase on the floor beside
us.

“Mumsy!" both girls cried, and went and hugged her enthusiastically.
She returned their embraces. Looked over Evelyn's shoulder at me.
“David? Don't believe this show of affection, it's put on strictly for your
sake. And? Especially don't let these girls run over you. They will, given
the chance. In this house I’m afraid, it's survival of the fittest, so don't
feel averse to giving either one of them a whack alongside the head - it's the
only language they understand."

I couldn't believe it. Was she seriously advocating that I give one - or both,
of these amazons a 'whack'? She obviously had more confidence in my physical
prowess than I did.
I shrugged and grinned as well as I could. “They're fine!" I said. “Young.
That's all."

The two girls were now pulling at my case, arguing as to who was going to do me
the honor of escorting me to my room, reminding me more of two rambunctious lion
cubs rough-housing than anything else.
“Hey!" Moira said. “What about my luggage? Would either one of you ..?"
But she shrugged as the two of them totally ignored her and started up the
stairs.
“Looks as if you've already got them interested David. What did I tell you?"

I had no answer as both girls, obviously coming to a truce, were calling down
and urging me to come to my room. Helplessly, I followed, listening to the
sounds of Moira's laughter from behind us.
“I 'm telling you David. Watch out! I recognize the signs - they've got their
eyes on you!" she called out.
I grinned back weakly at her, but continued on up the stairs.

My room was small, but comfortably furnished. A fire burned brightly in the
grate.
“Oh! How nice!" I said. “So welcoming after a drive on a cold rainy day."
“Glad you like it" Patricia said. “But aren't you going to thank Evelyn
properly? She was the one that set it."
“Of course." I said, turning towards her sister. “Evelyn? That was so nice..
Mmmmm"
Finding myself speechless as Evelyn took me in her arms and kissed me, full on
the lips and to my amazement, her tongue forcing its way down my throat!

I was so surprised that I didn't even struggle, just reacted by submitting, and
putting my arms around her neck. Then, somehow or other, I found myself sitting
on the bed, Evelyn's arms now around my shoulder watching Patricia unpack my
suitcase. She smiled broadly, lifting my jockey shorts in the air.
“Would you look at these? So masculine!"
“Oooh! And would you look at that robe!" Evelyn said excitedly. “I’ve always
wanted one just like that. Blue plaid!"
“Me too!" Patricia retorted - “But I’ve got it, and possession is nine tenths
of the law. Right?"
With that, she slipped her arms into it, pulled it around her, and tied the
sash.

“A little small, maybe - but oh, so warm!" she enthused. “Can I have it?"
I was nonplussed by her brazen request. “But.. But - it's a man's ... And it's
the only one I have with me... " I protested weakly.
She pursed her lips and pouted.
“What difference does it make if it's a man's, eh? And if it turns out that you
need a robe that badly? - I’ll swap you for it. I’ve got some pretty ones.
There's sure to be one you'll like."

Evelyn spoke up. “He'd drown in one of yours, you big horse .. Why don't you
ask mumsy for one? She's got tons, and she's almost exactly the same size as
him."
“Great idea sis!" Patricia exulted and, still in my robe ran out of the room.
“That's got rid of that pest for a minute" I heard a whisper in my ear and,
without any other warning I was pulled into Evelyn's embrace again and kissed
soundly. To my shame, I whimpered a little and struggled weakly. She giggled a
little, and overcame my futile protest easily, then twisted my body so that I
was lying almost on my back, across her thighs, cradled in her left arm, her
right stroking my face, bending over to give me gentle kisses.
“Now lie there and be good!" she admonished me. “You don't want to get Evelyn
unhappy now. Do you?"

I shook my head.
“You're so cute!" she said admiringly, stroking my face with her fingertips.
“And smooth too. Just a real sweetie!" and she dropped her lips on to mine
again. This kiss only lasted a few seconds before she lifted her head. I looked
up at her.

“Now! Before sis gets back. You going to be Evelyn's little pussy cat?"
“Eh?" I asked dreamily. “What d'you mean?"
She pinched my cheek. “Don't be naughty now! I’m asking if you want to be my
little pussy cat?"
“A pussy cat?"
“Well, silly. Not a real puss - just a pretty soft pet that I can stroke and be
nice to." she gave me another quick kiss.
“What happens if I don't want to be a ... Pet?" I knew that I was asking a
perfectly reasonable question - but why did my voice tremble as I asked it?

She shook her head. “No. Don't be silly now. You don't want to get Evelyn all
upset, do you?"

There was decidedly some menace in her voice - a veiled threat.
“Oh no, Evelyn." I submitted. “I wouldn't want to do that."
“Good!" she said. “Now miew for Evelyn, like a good little pussy."
“Miew" I responded.
“Not bad at all! Just a little softer this time. Try again."
And I did. A number of times before she was completely satisfied.

She reached into a pocket and pulled something out. I didn't get a full view of
it, but it looked like a band of blue velvet with a small chrome circle attached
to it. She wrapped it around my neck.
“What is that Evelyn? What are you doing?"
“Putting your collar on, Fluffy. Pets need collars, you know? And you are my
pet, aren't you?"

“You want me to wear a collar?"
“Of course! What else would you wear? D'you have a problem with a velvet one?
Would you rather it was leather?"
I shook my head. “No. The velvet one's okay I guess." thinking, what in the
world had I got myself into?
“That's a good Fluffy" she said, reaching into her pocket. “Now, where's that
leash?" she pulled a length of pink satin ribbon out of her pocket.
“Aha! Here it is!"

She then looped one end around the chrome circle on my collar and tied it with a
bow. She slipped out from under me, holding the other end of the ribbon. Gave
it a tug.
“C'mon Fluffy. Let's go and look for aunty Patricia. C'mon now! That's a good
pussy!"

I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I hadn't been in the house for a
half hour, yet had been kissed and fondled - and was now going to be led around
the house on a leash, like a cat - and I sensed that she didn't exactly consider
me a tom either! She tugged at the leash.
“C'mon!"
I knew what was expected. Followed. But before we reached the door, Patricia
came bursting in, still wearing my robe, a pink terry towel robe over her arm.
“Mummy said..." she started, then saw what was happening.
“That's not fair!" she yowled. “I saw him first. It was me that went out in
the rain. You're mean Evelyn! He's mine!"

Evelyn turned to me. “Sit Fluffy! Sit!"
I obeyed and sat down on the carpet.

The two girls glared at each other.
“If you hadn't been in such a damn hurry to get him into something pretty.."
Evelyn started.
“You knew he was to be my dolly." Patricia argued. “I mean, I let you kiss
him, but that doesn't mean you get to keep him!"
“Did I say anything about keeping him?" Evelyn asked pleasantly. “He was just
so sweet and docile about putting on his collar - and, I mean he just loves the
name 'Fluffy" - don't you Fluffy? Say miew."
I miewed for my mistress.
“That I wanted to bring him to meet you.." Evelyn continued.

Patricia grinned. “Well, that's better. Why didn't you say so? Boy sis! You
sure are a good trainer. I don't know how you do it! But no argument now?
He's my dolly?"
“I don't see why you're so greedy" Evelyn retorted. “Can't you share a
little?"

Patricia got a suspicious look on her face. “What's a little?"
“I was thinking that I could take Fluffy to let mumsy see ..."
“Well. If that's all, okay." Patricia agreed. “But her lipstick's the wrong
shade - I’d want to change that.."
“Oh that's not his lipstick" Evelyn giggled, “That's mine I guess."
“I don't care who's it is." Patricia said sharply. “What would mumsy think if
she saw one of my dollies walking around like that?"

Evelyn shrugged. “Ok by me. Your room?"
At Patricia's nod, Evelyn jerked my leash gently. “C'mon Fluffy. Let's go to
aunty Pat's room, let her make you all pretty."
I followed her, but started pleading. “Please girls? Please? Hasn't this joke
gone far enough?"
Both of them shook their heads, and giggled in disbelief.
“Isn't she funny!" Patricia laughed. She turned back to me. “Dolly? I
haven't even started yet.." she saw the frightened look on my face. “Aw is
Dolly scared? Tell you what. Just a little lipstick just now. Okay? I’ve got
a nice red shade that'll look so pretty on you..."

“What about eyelashes?" Evelyn asked. “Your dollies never look proper without
eyelashes.... Least I don't think so.."

Five minutes later, the three of us stood outside Moira's room. I was still
on my leash, but was now made up with a bright red lipstick and a pair of very
thick, black, false eyelashes.
“Ok. That's the deal" Patricia said. “You get to lead Fluffy in, then she's
my dolly. Comes and sits on my lap. Right?"
Evelyn nodded. Knocked on the door. “Mumsy? Can we come in?"

“Girls? Yes! Come in!"
And I was paraded in to Moira's room - like a female slave behind Roman
centurions.
Moira 's reaction surprised me. I hadn't known what to expect, but was totally
shaken when her only facial expression was one of aggravation.
“Oh David!" She remonstrated. “I told you! Now what am I going to do? I
mean. This is too much! How could you!"

“Her name is Dolly, mumsy." Patricia said. Though Evelyn calls her 'Fluffy,"
“Dolly? Fluffy? If I had known you two were this far along, I’d never have
given you that terry robe of mine Patricia. That's one of my favorites you
know."
“Well. She hasn't worn it yet. Has she?" Patricia retorted. “And anyway, I
like my dollies in prettier things than that.."
“Yeah." Moira responded, “But it's my pretties you generally want to
borrow, isn't it?"

Patricia giggled. “I was thinking of that polka dot - you know? The yellow
one?"
Moira pursed her lips. “You're kidding, surely! But now that I think of it,
I’d bet he'd look really sweet in it - all these little frills and flounces ...
Oooh!. Where did I put it?" She walked to a closet and started rummaging
through it.

The next thing, she was walking back towards me with a cloud of yellow fabric
over her arm. “Stand up straight Dolly, Fluffy, whatever your name is! Let me
see how this outfit will look on you.”
“Moira? A dress? I can’t wear a dress!” I mewled.
“Can’t? Can’t? Don’t be so bloody negative Dolly! And anyway? It’s a skirt
and blouse! Come on now!”
“Well mumsy? Didn’t you think of bringing undies for the poor thing?” Patricia
said. “I mean, if he’s to be MY girl?” She shot a pointed look at Evelyn. “I
want him to be nice!”
“Jesus!” Moira laughed. “I don’t think there’s any pleasing you. But I suppose
. .” She wandered off towards a chest of drawers.

Nothing in my life up to that point had prepared me for the shame and indignity
that was to follow. A middle aged woman sitting sniggering on a couch as her two
strapping daughters man-handled me out of my clothes – and into feminine
lingerie, laughing and giggling at my resistance – or lack of it.
“Oh, you look so pretty!” Evelyn said.
“Needs more padding in that bra! I like my girls to have big tits!” Patricia
said.
“No need to be coarse, darling!” Moira chided. “You’ll hurt Dolly’s feelings!”

Strangely enough? Once they had finished dressing me, the teasing ended. It was
as if by donning the yellow skirt with large white polka dots, the peasant
blouse, the layered petticoat – the stockings and the strappy white sandals, I
became Dolly – just another girl. Yes, I had to wear another velvet collar – a
soft brown in color this time – and I had to smile and answer to the name Dolly
– and sitting on Patricia’s lap, I discovered what, exactly, was meant by the
term ‘Patricia’s girlfriend’ but, to be quite honest, I learned to play along
and really? It was quite pleasant being kissed tenderly and fondled. I’m
ashamed, but must admit that I giggled girlishly a few times.

I also found it somewhat difficult to attune to my ‘breasts’. The girls had
simply filled some balloons with some sort of water and gel mixture and put them
within the cups of my bra. They had a most natural feel to them – and movement,
and after the girls had trained me to walk properly – that is carefully place
one foot directly in front of the other – my hips fell into alignment by swaying
which not only made my skirts move but my breasts as well. So, when I say it
was difficult for me to attune to them, it wasn’t the movement – it was as if my
center of gravity had changed. The fact that both girls seemed to take a great
delight in fondling them added to the strangeness.

The movement I’m describing came as we three prepared a meal and drank copious
glasses of wine while doing so. It was just a light meal and, after we had
finished clearing up, I felt quite drunk – and don’t think I was alone in that
regard.

I was sitting in Patricia’s lap when Evelyn said “I think it’s time for Fluffy
to get fed.”
Moira got up from her chair. “Ah well then, it’s time for me to go to bed. Now
girls? Please don’t hurt the poor little thing.”
“We won’t! Night mumsy!” The two of them chorused. “Sleep tight!”
Moira shook her head and came over to me. “Goodnight Dolly. See you in the
morning. Try not to cry – okay?” With that, she brushed cheeks with me and left
the room.

I felt kinda giggly. “But Evelyn? Why should Moira tell me not to cry? And
I’m not hungry. I just ate.”
“Fluffy? Pussies can’t talk. Just miew for me please?”
“Miew?”
“That’s better! Now Patricia? Why don’t you put Fluffy’s leash on her for me,
would you? I’m too lazy to get up.” With that, she tossed one end of the
ribbon leash to Patricia, who tied it onto the ring on my collar.
“What’re you doing?” I giggled, then yelped as Patricia gave my leash a sharp
tug! “Come here Fluffy – you good little pussy! On all fours now!”
We all giggled as, on my hands and knees, I crossed over to where Patricia
sprawled on the sofar, They cheered when I miewed a few times on the way over.
“Isn’t she just the prettiest pussy?” Patricia asked. “Gonna make her your
Dolly?”
“Seems like a good time for it, “ Evelyn said, getting up and going out of the
room.

To my amazement, I say Patricia hike her skirts up in a most immodest way, and
then pulling her panties down – and off. “Okay Fluffy,” she smiled at me as she
lounged back. “Up on the sofa now – There’s a good little pussy!”
As I knelt up on the sofa, she then said “Look what Patricia has for her little
pussy – a nice bowl of cream.! Now why don’t you lap it all up!” With that,
she spread her legs, gave my leash a strong tug, and I found myself with my face
in her groin!
“Now stay there!” she commanded – and pulled her skirt down over my head, then
one of her hands pressed was placed on back of my head and forced me face hard
into her vagina. “Lick it all up!” she commanded.

I’ve heard of men who enjoy doing this sort of thing to a woman – but I didn’t.
Thought that I couldn’t be more degraded as I licked away at her and she lay
there, groaning in ecstasy – but I was wrong.

I heard the door open and Evelyn come back in. “Oh Evelyn, that’s just a little
one!” I heard Patricia say.
“Yeah – but I don’t want to hurt my little Dolly. I’ll keep the bigger ones for
later,” Evelyn said – and I felt my skirt being lifted – and then my panties
being slid down my legs and slowly removed. Then I felt the couch sag a little
as Evelyn knelt behind me, forcing my knees apart so that she could get in
between them.
I may be an innocent, but I knew what she had in mind when I felt something soft
and squishy being worked into my back passage. I started to cry. “Please Evelyn?
Don’t do this. I’ll do anything you want. Just please don’t.”
“Hush Dolly. Just relax!” she said and her hands were forcing my buttocks
apart, then something was slowly entering me.

With me sandwiched between them, the girls laughingly compared the ‘fun’ I was
giving them over my head as, gradually, the tempo of Evelyn’s dildo increased
and we all panted and moaned then finally Evelyn reached around me with panties
wadded around my penis and we all orgasmed at the same time.

Unfortunately for me, it rained like cats and dogs all weekend. I say
unfortunately simply because it kept us all in the house, Though now that I
come to think on it, I wonder what additional humiliations they would have
thought up if they’d been able to take me outside.

You’ve heard of sex toys? That’s what I was. Both girls seemed to be
insatiable. Patricia could only have orgasm from being licked and Evelyn from
putting on a dildo and buggering me. She also liked to dress me in her mother’s
clothes. She had called me Dolly for a very good reason, because that’s what I
became – her doll. The whole time afterwards, I never wore anything but women’s
clothes. My eyebrows were plucked, I was bikini waxed, my ears were pierced – I
was manicured and pedicured. My hair was put up in rollers and styled.

Don’t get me wrong. Both girls were very demanding but as long as I behaved
they were nice to me. They didn’t mind me crying – which I did a lot at first –
because they’d coo sympathetically and cuddle their little toy. I learned that
they didn’t like me to complain verbally though – and after being spanked just
once by Evelyn acted thrilled and delighted each time either of them wanted
anything – or did anything to me. Patricia just LOVED me servicing her with a
ribbon in my hair – and wearing flouncy baby dolls.. It was a nuisance having
to go and change in the middle of the afternoon – or any other time for that
matter, but I learned to approach her on my hands and knees, smiling and miewing
happily.

Moira would sit there smiling benignly as they played with me – or had sex. She
called me Dolly all the time now and would say things like. “Now Evelyn! Don’t
be so rough with Dolly!” as Evelyn would be banging away at my backside. Or
she’d say “Patricia! That’s SO immodest! Pull your skirts down!” as I was
lapping away.

They dressed me in a skirt suit the day I left. It was a tiny white polka dot
on navy blue grosgrain. The jacket was nipped in at the waist and it had a
fairly large peplum, which made me appear to have hips. A faux ruby brooch on
the rounded collar matched my lipstick and earrings – and nail polish. Under
the jacket I wore a lacy camisole and, having had breast forms adhered to my
chest, naturally, a matching bra. The lace of the camisole showed a little,
tastefully of course, under my jacket

I wore dark nylons under the straight skirt. High heeled shoes had given me
trouble at first – they were a little too big for me, but they’d put some
insoles inside them and now I was walking in heels as if I’d done so all of my
life. I also carried a white handbag to match – with all of my cosmetics inside.
A decorous white straw hat that framed one side of my face prettily, completed
my outfit.

The two girls kissed me goodbye tenderly and smiled as I promised to return and
visit them again before they returned to school.

Once we had left I was stupid enough to ask Moira if I could change before she
took me home.
“Whatever for? You look very nice Dolly.”
“But my housekeeper. Mrs. Bridges. She’ll see me!”
“I’d imagine that she will – unless she’s blind of course.”
I started to whimper.
“Dolly! If you’re going to be naughty, I’ll take you back and have the girls
drive you home. That what you want?”
“No mummy.” (I’d found that she liked me to call her that.)
“That’s a good girl. Now talk nicely, or don’t talk at all.” She said.
I’d tried to plan on how to avoid Mrs. Bridges but I needn’t have bothered.
Moira insisted on accompanying me to the door, then chattered to me as I opened
the door to let us both in. Naturally, Mrs. Bridges heard us and came to meet
us. A tall, austere, woman she didn’t recognize me at first but once she did, a
small smile played around her mouth. “May I say sir? You look very pretty
today?”
“Sir? Don’t be silly Mrs. Bridges. Her name is Dolly now.” She turned to me.
“Tell her, Dolly!”
“My name is Dolly now, Mrs. Bridges.” I said, blushing.
“Yes. She’s just spent the weekend with my two girls and me, dressing up and
learning to be a proper girl. Having all sorts of fun, haven’t you Dolly?”
Moira said.
“Yes mummy.”

Moira nodded. “Now Mrs. Bridges, there’s something I’d like to talk to you
about.”
“Yes ma’am?”
“Oh just call me Moira. You seem to have quite a few rooms in this house?”
“Yes Moira, we do.”
“Good! My two daughters – delightful girls – will be going back to school in a
month or so. I was wondering if it would be an imposition to put them up here?
The dorms the school provide are totally unsuitable.”
Mrs. Bridges looked puzzled. “You should be asking the master about that, I
think.”
“You mean Dolly?” Moira asked incredulously.
“I suppose so,” Mrs. Bridges smiled.

“Dolly?” Moira said.
“Yes mummy?”
“Your nose is shiny. Why don’t you powder it?”
“Yes mummy,” I said then, in front of the smiling Mrs. Bridges I took my compact
from my handbag and dusted my nose with the powder. Daintily put it back in my
handbag and closed it.
“Now Dolly? Why don’t you take off that pretty hat, then go into the kitchen
and put on an apron – and make us two ladies a pot of tea?”
“Yes ma’am I said, and taking the sides of my skirts made a small curtsey.

“I was wondering, “ Mrs. Bridges said as she took Moira’s arm and escorted her
to the sitting room “What I’d do for help if we had other people staying here.
Now I see that I needn’t worry. Dolly? Don’t forget to serve some lemon with
the tea.”
“Yes ma’am” I said and curtseyed her too.

Debut

By: Bea

Kathy grinned at me. Put her hand on the door knob "Show time! Okay?"

Despite the thud of my heartbeat in my chest and the closed door to the living
room, I could hear the indistinct voices of my mother and mother-in-law as they
gossiped in there, chuckling every so often. I took a nervous breath. Shook my
head. She shook hers as well, regretfully, but took her hand away from the knob.
"Ok. I'll give you a few more seconds to compose yourself. Let's have a last
minute check. Turn around for me sweetie."
Nervously, my knees actually knocking, I did as she said. Thought I'd appeal to
her, just one more time.
"Please Kath? Please don't make me go through with this. Please?"
As I said this, my voice trembled and my eyes started filling with tears.

"Dammit!" She whispered fiercely. "You start to cry and make your mascara run,
I'll give you something to cry for. I mean this! Keep this nonsense up and
I'll send you upstairs for the hairbrush. Then, you'll still have to go in
there - and I'll put you over my knee and spank you - like that would you? What
would your little mumsie think of her son then?"

I knew she was serious. Tilted my head backwards and blinked my eyes rapidly to
clear them.
"That's better!" She smiled, and patted me on the backside. "You'll be fine -
don't worry. You're really pretty now - but don't forget to flounce your
petticoats just a little when you walk - it makes a really feminine picture, and
enhances the dress. Ok! Let's do it!" With that, she opened the door
"Tarraarra!" She crowed. "Ladies? Someone I'd like you to meet! C'mon dear!"
With that, she took a gentle hold of my arm and pulled me unresisting into the
room. Mindful of her command, I made sure to shorten the length of my step.
With this, and my three inch heels, my dress and layered petticoat flounced most
becomingly.

My mother in law, Janice, looked up with a pleasant smile, and started to rise
from the chair she'd been sitting in.
"Oh, what are you doing mother!" Kath said. "Since when do you get up for
Donald?"
Janice looked a little puzzled, not understanding what had been said, but froze
in position for a second. Then her eyes recognized me. Slowly, she settled
back into her chair. At that point, I did what Kath had been drumming into me
for weeks. I placed my right foot delicately behind my left and, taking the
sides of my dress in my hands, dropped a polite little curtsey.
"Hello Janice." I said softly. "Hello Mummy."

My mother's mouth had fallen open as I'd been introduced, but she'd recovered
from her surprise.
"My my Donald!" She said. "I'd never have recognized you if Kathy hadn't said.
You're so much prettier now - and what a gorgeous dress!" As she was saying
this, she rose and came over to me, and gave me a girlish peck on the cheek - a
woman to woman greeting.

Kath was nonplussed. "Wow Norma! You sure take things in stride, don't you?"
My mother shrugged to show that she'd heard Kath, but was too busy scrutinizing
me to answer that particular query.
"I'll say this Kath. You've done a wonderful job on him. I mean, pierced ears?
Plucked eyebrows?" She took one of my hands in hers, examined my nails
closely. "And? Unless I'm mistaken? These are real nails - not filled.
Right? And what a pretty shade of red, eh? I've never really liked all of this
modern rage for ugly colored nails." Then she shook her head. "I could have
sworn that his hair was a wig, but it's not, is it?"

I'd been so concerned about Mummy that I hadn't noticed Janice getting up, but
all of a sudden, she was standing close to me - and lifting the skirt of my
dress and the petticoat layers up to reveal the backs of my stockings, the
garter belt straps, and the lacy hem of my panties.
"Woooh woooh!" She laughed. "Look at this, Norma. Nice smooth legs - and look
at how straight those seams are in his nylons! Wow!"

She turned her attention to Kath. "Okay daughter. What gives? I have the
feeling that though my little son-in-law looks very natural in his pretty dress
and makeup, I'm thinking that it's not entirely voluntary on his part - or
should I say 'her' part?"
"Dead on, mom!" Kath replied with a short laugh. "I keep referring to him as a
him too - see what I mean? I'm just going to have to consider that my husband
is now just like any other woman and deserves to be addressed as if he were one.
But that's one of the reasons I wanted you two to come tonight to meet him -
her. I've decided that he needs a new name. I've been thinking of 'Melissa',
but there would be a problem with paperwork, whereas 'Diane' would be easier -
you know, the same initial? That sort of thing. What do you think, Norma?"

"I'm not sure I know what to think Kathy." My mother said. "Could I get a
little time to take this change in? And would you tell me? What happened to
bring this .. this... conversion about?"
"Yeah Kath." Janice said. "How's about some details."
"Well. That seems fair!" My wife said brightly. "Sweetie? Be a doll and fix
everybody drinks. I'll even let you have a Shirley Temple for being such a good
girl!" With that, she gave me a pat on the backside then sat down on the couch.

My dress swirling about me as I walked, I went to the bar. From past
experience, I knew what everyone was having. As I was preparing the drinks,
Kathy started to talk.
"Well? It was probably you, mother, that put the idea into my head."
"Me?" Janice said, grinning and putting her hand to her chest in pretended
surprise.
"Yeah. Remember that night we were over at your place and he took over doing
the dishes for you..."
"He does that all the time Kath. What night are you talking about?" Janice
said.
"Oh. Don't know. About six months ago?"
"No. Can't say as I do."
Kath shrugged. "It really doesn't matter. You put on that 'sweet sweet' voice
of yours and said something like 'Ooh! Donald is such a darling! Might make
some lucky girl a nice wife someday'"
"Oh yes. I seem to remember making a comment like that." Janice admitted, then
to me in a sort of apologetic tone. "You always were so goddam sweet, you know.
Not like a real man."

"Well that remark sort of put the idea in my head." Kath continued. "I started
noticing how he always seemed to volunteer to help with the dishes, loved to
cook, could never seem to keep his eyes off me if I was putting makeup on.
Doted on buying the prettiest, frilliest, most feminine lingerie for me."
"For you?" Janice laughed. "Miss jock?"
"Oh. I'd wear it for him now and then - it really helped our sex life along."
"You're not saying he was gay!" Janice burst in.
Kath tutted. "No mum! We did alright in the sex department. He was kinda
submissive, but if I wore my nice undies, he'd be a little more attentive. Know
what I mean?"

I'd put the drinks on a tray then walked over to the ladies and passed them out.
I hadn't made one for myself, so when Kath patted the seat beside her I put the
tray down, then sat where she'd indicated. Her arm came up around me, and I
snuggled into her shoulder. Both mothers looked on, smiling slightly at this
display of my wife's power.

"Anyway?" She continued. "One night, he'd just shaved, then showered. We were
supposed to be going to the movies. I was sitting in my panties and bra and
slip, putting on my makeup. He'd dried himself off and was looking for a fresh
bottle of his talc - with one eye on me, like I said. I got this idea. Told
him to come over to me. He started to say he'd need to put clothes on, but I
just crooked my finger at him, never said a word. He came over, kinda shy
because he was getting an erection."

She laughed at the recollection. "Never saw a hardon die so quickly. I just
flicked the end of it with my nail, you know? Then I dusted him with my
perfumed talc. He just stood there and let me. When I'd finished, I pointed to
the seat in front of the mirror. Still didn't say anything. I think he knew
what I was thinking of doing and started getting very red and whining that he
was cold. I just walked out of the bathroom. When I came back I had this
little baby doll and peignoir set - all pink and lacy. Made him put them on.
You should have seen the expression on his face when I made him tie and retie
the little peignoir ribbon until he had a perfect bow. Told him how cute he
looked in his little frilled panties. Then I made him up - the works."

"He wasn't as pretty then as he is now of course." As she said this, a peculiar
expression crossed her face. She looked as if she was going to say something to
Mummy, but then changed her mind and started talking again. "But I was happy
with the results - and guess what? His erection was back in full force - and I
couldn't very well let it go to waste then, could I?" She and Janice both
laughed out loud. Mummy smothered what looked like a grin.

Kath shrugged. "And I noticed immediately that in his baby dolls and makeup he
behaved almost exactly like a woman would. All soft, cuddly and docile.
Actually? Kinda turned me on. Since then, I've been working on him just about
all the time. How to dress. How to walk. How to talk. How to act like a real
girl. Sometimes I found that I have to treat him like a little girl to get him
to behave properly. But you're here now because I wanted to tell you both that
I'm just about ready to switch him permanently."
"What?" Janice said. "Permanently? You can't do that!"
"Don't see why not." Kath said amiably. "Hair's grown out to a decent length.
Same as his nails. Ears are pierced. Got some hellishly expensive breast forms
that are the closest things to the real thing you can get." She laughed. "You
should see them bounce when he's not wearing a bra - so cute!" She paused.
"Had a little problem getting the skin tone matched, but it's just about perfect
now. Can hardly tell where he ends and the breasts begin."
"But do you mind me saying dear? He looks a little top heavy." Janice said.
"Oh he is - but I just couldn't resist it. He'd made a slighting comment one
time about a woman who jiggled. Thought I'd teach him a lesson. Came awfully
close to getting him 'd' cups.."
"You've got to be kidding!" Janice laughed. "A 'd' cup? I'd be surprised if he
didn't fall on his face!"
"Well I did change my mind at the last minute - actually Sandi talked me out of
it." Kath answered.
"Your friend Sandi? Isn't she into something about gender modification?" Mummy
asked.
"Right Norma. She's a specialist in the field. Really has been a big help in
getting him this way. Actually, she suggested a 'b' - but I balked at that, so
he ended up a 'c'"
"You said that he really bounced when he didn't wear a bra." Janice said. "How
does he keep them on?"
"Sandi's been providing me with various adhesives. Checking them out for
allergic reaction, that kind of thing? I think the type he's using just now is
going to be just about it though. He may never have to take them off again."
I almost fainted, there and then. "What?" I squeaked. "You never told me.."
Kath's arm tightened around my shoulders. "Wanted to surprise you sweetie.
Can't promise though. But you're getting closer and closer to being my ideal
woman." She turned her attention back to the other women. " He can walk in
heels - probably better than me. Applies his own makeup. Sandi and I have had
him on a closely watched estrogen program. Don't want to chemically castrate
him - give him just enough to plump him up a little - I mean he's starting to
look as if his hips are growing, his voice is softer, and he has the nicest
little soft arms. Anyway I made him quit his job - so as of tomorrow? He's
going to stay home and be my cute little housewife, aren't you honey?"

Shamefaced I could only stare at the floor. Then I felt my wife shift position
as she turned to look at Mummy.
"But Norma? You really didn't seem very surprised to find that I'd dressed your
son up as a woman. You also said, if I remember correctly, something like
'you're much prettier now'. The more I think about it, the more I'm curious.
What did you mean when you said the word 'now'?"

"She meant I was much prettier as a girl than I was as a man!" I interjected
desperately.
"Oh shush Diane!" Kath said, but gently. "Little girls should be seen and not
heard. Well, Norma? Have you seen our little Diane in skirts before?"
Mummy looked at me apologetically, shrugged.
"I've only seen him in dresses a few times actually. But I'm pretty sure that
Mary used to dress him up quite a lot."
"Oh Mummy!" I wailed. "You said you wouldn't ever tell!"
"I know I did dear. But something's come up. You'll understand in a minute.
Honestly."
Kath gave my thigh a light, but warning spank. "Won't tell you again young
lady. Now just be quiet and let us women talk!" She turned to Mummy.
"Mary? His young sister? But she's, what, two years younger than him?"
"Almost exactly." Mummy agreed. "But she started bossing him around almost
from the beginning. Then when she was about thirteen or thereabouts? I think
it was about then - started dressing him up - making him play girls games with
her and her friends."

"But surely her clothes weren't big enough for him? I mean, she's bigger than
him now, but she couldn't have been at that age, surely?"
"I don't really know." Mummy answered. "I think she got her friends to
contribute their old party dresses..."
"Party dresses!" Janice exploded, laughing. She pointed her finger at Kath.
"Bet you thought you were the first to do it to him, huh?"
Kath shrugged. "That explains why he was so easy, I guess. Mary had broken him
in." Then she turned back to Mummy. "But Norma? Something's not gelling here.
You said you really didn't know. How come you didn't know whose dresses your
son was wearing?"

"I tried to turn a blind eye to it. Tried to pretend it wasn't going on."
Mummy said, spreading her hands helplessly in front of her. "I mean - his dad
was dead and he had no male model to work with. And he'd becomeso handy about
the house - Mary made very sure that he did all of her chores - and he was so
much better at them than she was - more obedient too. It was just so -
convenient, I guess.. I mean - I was working and all.."
"So your daughter effectively trained your son to be your housemaid?" Janice
asked.
"That's unfair!" Mummy snapped. "What was I supposed to do? If I had made
Mary take her fair share of the chores, she'd have taken it out on him - and
anyway, he didn't seem to mind..." She paused and turned to me. "It wasn't so
bad, was it?"
"No Mummy." I admitted.
"So you wore dresses all the time?" Janice said to me. " Wear them to school
as well?"
"Haven't you been listening?" Mummy asked her. "He didn't wear dresses around
me at all. The only times he wore them was when I wasn't there." Then she
paused. "Well that's not exactly true. But it was only once."
"So how did you find out about all this?" Kath asked.
"Oh a mother can tell. I mean a little girl bossing her big brother around?
Dropping hints about what she was doing to him? Him staying at home and playing
with her friends after school? Then, one day, I think they all thought I'd gone
out, because I'd lent my car to a friend. I was in my sewing room when I heard
them come in. Mary, two of her friends and Donald. The girls giggling at him.
Then I heard the record player going on. I didn't think too much of it at the
time, but there seemed to be a lot of teasing - you know?"
"I can imagine." Janice said smugly.

"I mean, I wasn't sneaking around or anything like that, but I guess they didn't
hear me because the music was playing - and you know kids - they like it loud.
It was lucky that they'd left the door open - and I saw a reflection in the hall
mirror as I was walking down to find out what was going on. Luckily they didn't
see me."
Mummy looked down for a second. "Don't know what I could have - or should have
done. My son - in a yellow party dress, being taught the girl's part in some
dance with three young girls - in jeans - all mocking him for being such a
sissy. I didn't want to humiliate him any further, so I left the house quietly,
then came back in noisily later on, giving them lots of time to smuggle him
upstairs to change. I heard them all rush up there, then they came down, all
giggling and laughing - in his panic he'd forgotten to wash, I guess, and was
wearing lipstick and blush. I just had to pretend that I didn't notice."

"But you said that he wore a dress once in front of you once?" Kath asked.
"When was that?"
"My birthday always falls around Halloween." Mummy sighed. "About five years
ago, it was on the day after. Mary and her friends had got him all dolled up in
a French maid's dress for a trick or treat party that night. Then, as a
'combined' present (she'd supposedly paid for the costume) he became my personal
maid for the following day. He tried to pretend it was his own idea, but I knew
it wasn't. Mary and her friends stayed around the house for almost the whole
time, but finally after they had tormented the poor boy all they wanted, they
left. I finally got the chance to talk to him, and he admitted what Mary had
been doing to him for all these years. But then she got that athletic
scholarship the following semester and left for college. So up until now, I
haven't seen him dressed up again. There was NO sense in taking him out of the
uniform, was there?"

Kath gave me a reassuring squeeze. "That's alright Diane. I think it was sweet
that you tried to act like a man for me. I was just too stupid to see what a
nice girl you would make. Wasn't your fault."
"But -Diane?" My mother used my new name for the first time. "I'm sorry for
telling about you and Mary - but if I hadn't, she would have."

"Sure Mummy!" I huffed. "Hardly ever see her from one year to the next - and
she's gonna tell?"
Mummy sighed again. "Dear? She's flying in from New York tonight. Actually I
was going to bring her here with me, but her plane was delayed. I figured, if
she sees you like this, the whole story would come out anyway - and I probably
tell it nicer than she would."
"But tonight? MARY?" I asked in some horror. Then I turned to Kath. "Please
Kath! Please? Don't let my sister see me like this!" Then back to Mummy.
"How long is she going to be visiting?"
Mummy frowned. "Sorry Diane. It’s not a visit. Her divorce is final. She got
a big settlement last week. Says she's coming back permanently."

I felt the absolute horror permeate my whole being. Then Kath cuddled me
tighter. "Don't worry pet. You're really pretty now, so she can't make you any
more girlish, can she? Not only that? You're my girl, and I won't let her
bully you ever again." She turned to Mummy. "So? When does Mary's plane get
in? Where is she going to be staying?"
Mummy looked at her watch. "Well the last time I called, she was due in about
an hour from now. She was half thinking of staying at the Radisson, but I asked
her to stay with me, so that's where she's staying."

Kath nodded. "Ok Diane. Run upstairs and change. Put on that coral skirt and
jacket. The white silk 't'. The jade shoes and handbag. Gold loop earrings
and gold chain. That little teal hat with the short veil? Yes. Isn't a perfect
match, but it'll do. Better change your lipstick too - that raspberry? Should
be just about right. Well? What are you waiting for? Hurry girl!"

I was staring at her in horror. "Handbag? Hat? You want me to go outside?"
"Yes. I think it would be a good idea if we went and picked your sister up at
the airport. Then bring her back here. Put her up in the spare room?" She
turned to Mummy. "If you don't mind Norma? I think I'd like to get to know my
sister in law. Get things straightened out a little?"
"Might be a very good idea Kath." Mummy said.

I started to tremble. "But Kath! Oh Kath? Please don't!"
"She took her arm from around my shoulder. "Diane? I've been very patient with
you today. You are going to the airport. I'll even let you drive. I'll go and
get Mary while you circle the airport. If you give me any more arguments - any
at all? Why then, I'll just have to drive - and you'll go and meet Mary in the
terminal. That what you want?"

I knew by the sound of her voice that I was on thin ice. Knew that I was going
to be dressed just the way she described - but the idea of walking through the
terminal - then meeting Mary dressed that way! Oh god!
"No Kath." I said meekly. "The coral suit?"
"Oh yes! And that oyster satin undie set I bought you last week - you know, the
teddies? Time I saw you in these. Are you okay now?"
"Yes Kath." I said obediently, getting up and starting upstairs.
"And you two?" I heard her say to our respective mothers. "Diane's set up a
light meal in the fridge. Could I impose on you to set it up? Re-adjust it for
five instead of four? Put the table in order while we're gone? And Janice?
You know where the sheets are I think. Could you strip the bed in the spare
room and put fresh ones and pillowcases on for me? I'll go and clean out the
car a little while Diane's getting changed."

I hurried to do as I was told. Despite what Kath had said earlier, I knew that
even though I was now capable of applying makeup fairly well, I certainly wasn't
fast. She'd hurt my feelings a couple of times criticizing how long it was
taking me to make myself pretty.

In our bedroom, I took off my earrings and necklace. Put them in my jewelry
box. Took out the chain and earrings she'd said she wanted me to wear. Laid
them on the dresser. Didn't have too much trouble getting out of my dress and
petticoat, though I had to be very careful not to smear them with makeup as I
removed them. Hung them both up in my part of the closet. Pulled out the
matching coral skirt and blazer. Laid them carefully on the bed. I then went
to my lingerie drawer and pulled out the matched set that Kath had mentioned.
Laid them on the bed as well. Stripped off all the rest of my clothes, dropped
them on the floor.

Quickly (I'm very shy about seeing myself nude) I put on my clean panties and
bra. Fastened it. Put on the garter belt, pulled the straps down through the
panty legs. Pulled my stockings up, doing it very slowly to maximize the
sensation of the material sliding up my smooth legs and ensure that my seams
were straight. Stepped into my teddies then shrugged my arms in through the
straps and hoisted them into position. As it was the first time I'd worn them,
I had to adjust the length of the shoulder straps. Then I set the fasteners
under my crotch.

I sat down in front of the dressing table and carefully removed my lipstick,
then replaced it with the raspberry that Kath had suggested. Did not like the
contrast between my nails and the lipstick. Thought for a second, opened the
bottle of polish remover and started to remove the polish. Kath came in a
minute later.
"My! What a pretty picture!" She said teasingly. "Your undies look nice on
Donald."
Then she saw me working on my nails. "Aw shit!" She said. "I didn't tell you
to do that! We don't have time!"
I couldn't stop the tears from forming as I looked up at her, but managed to
stop them from spilling over.
"That's not fair! If you're going to call me Diane - or Melissa, that's fine,
but enough of this phony 'Donald' stuff. I know you don't think of me as a man
any more, so don't pretend. Another thing. I can't stop you from making me go
to the airport, but I am not going outside with one shade of lipstick and a
horrible mismatch on my nail polish!" Even though I was still sitting, I
stamped my foot down in frustration. "And another thing! Everybody else gets
asked what my new name is to be. How come I'm not involved? I don't think
you're being fair!"

Kath actually backed away, surprised at my vehemence. Then she leaned forward
and gave me a gentle kiss on the temple.
"I'm sorry sweetie. I was being cruel. I've just got so used to bullying you
around that I got carried away I guess. Do you have a name you'd like?"
I sniffed. "Yes. I quite like Melissa. It's a prettier name than Diane. But
I didn't know what you were talking about when you mentioned 'the paperwork' and
all that stuff."
"Just getting your insurance and social security changed over to your new name.
It'd be easier if the initial were the same. But dear? You want to be called
Melissa - well Melissa it is!"

Then she gave me another soft kiss. "Feel better now - Melissa?"
I gave her a tremulous smile. "Thanks Kath. I'm sorry I got upset."
"Oh that's alright dear - I like my girl to have a bit of spirit." She laughed.
"But I haven't really been altogether fair with you." She slid her hand down
my back and caressed my backside. "You know how I said downstairs that you were
on a restricted regimen of estrogen and hormones?"
I nodded.
"Well, to tell the truth, I increased the dosage a few weeks ago. You really
are starting to develop nice round hips. You don't mind, do you?"
I shook my head. "I had the feeling that something was happening. I'll swear
that my feet are getting smaller - and my penis too." I blushed for a second.
"And I don't think I'm getting as many erections."
She slid her hand under my arm and caressed my breasts. "Oh, that doesn't
matter, you'll see. But doesn't feeling all nice - and wearing pretty clothes,
make up for it?" Then she stood up, laughing.
"You'd better go ahead and finish your nails or we'll never get out of here.
I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone." With that, she went into the bathroom and I
heard a faucet being turned on.

It took me no time at all to get the old polish off. Then I went and put my
outer clothes on. The silk 't' then the short straight skirt that barely
reached my knees. I put my earrings and necklace on, then the jacket. Slipped
my shoes on, then put my lipstick and blusher in my handbag. Barely remembered
to put my license in as well.

Then I put my last coat of polish on. The maker claimed that it dried in
minutes but it had always seemed longer to me. I figured this way, that it
could dry on the way to the airport.
Kath came out of the bathroom. "That outfit looks really nice on, Melissa - but
I really did have a reason for asking you to wear a hat. I.."
"Oh I'm sorry Kath!" I said quickly. "I wasn't being naughty. Honestly! I
just forgot! But could you get it out of the box, and put it on for me? My
nails are all wet now. I'm sorry."

She smiled and went and got the hat out of the box. It was a pretty straw that
sat primarily on one side of my head, some light feathers surrounding one ear,
and a medium length veil, quite tight to the face. I'd never worn a hat before
but it felt very nice on.
"Most becoming!" Kath said stepping back after she'd secured it to my hair with
a hat pin. "Have a look!"
I did, and couldn't hide a satisfied smile. I really looked like a young career
girl - the hat really added a dressy touch.
"Well! Can't stand around here admiring yourself all day!" Kath admonished me
gently. Better get a move on!"

By the time I'd modeled my new outfit for the now-admiring older women, my nails
had dried enough for me to drive. I was both complimented and amazed when Kath
took hold of my elbow to escort me from the house to where she had the car
waiting in the driveway then - compliment of compliments - opened the car door
for me! I felt so good, knowing that Mummy and Janice were watching from the
house.

What with this and the rush of getting away, I'd forgotten my nervousness, but
it all came back to me in the car. Kath seemed thoughtful. Asked a few
questions about Mary - she'd only met her at our wedding. I tried to give her
an unbiased opinion.
"Mary's not such a bad sort." I pointed out. "Really! She was obviously
athletic and very competitive from the day she was born." I shrugged. "I
wasn't, but I think she had to compete with 'somebody'. Right from the start,
she kept getting told about how 'girls' weren't good for anything. Here I am -
a boy - and she just had to prove herself better than me. I honestly think I
was just too easy for her so - in her eyes - I just had to be a girl."

I shrugged again. "A five cent analysis, maybe. But it makes sense to me."
Kath shrugged. I felt that she was under some tension as well, but didn't know
of what kind, so left her alone.

Janice had checked before we left. Our timing to the airport should be just
about perfect. Experience though, had taught us, that public parking was almost
impossible to get, close to the terminal. It was smarter then, to do what we
were doing. One drive the car around and around the airport until the visitor
was escorted (hopefully with luggage) to the curb at the passenger loading zone.


I dropped Kath off. Before she left the car she leaned over and gave me a
re-assuring kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry Melissa. This is the best way.
Believe me."
I smiled to myself. All of a sudden, Kath seemed to be trying to impress me
that she could handle whatever was coming up. In my heart, I had every
confidence in her. We had now reached our proper relationship. I was the
supporting 'wife'. She was the strong, decision making, husband. I felt she
needed reassurance, but didn't know how to give it to her. I was more than
confident that she would handle anything that came up. Watched her leave and go
into the terminal with a surge of pride. Heard a female security guard say
"sorry miss. But you better move on." Smiled back at her, then drove off into
the airport loop.

They were just coming to the curb as I drove past the second time. Kath opened
the back door and let Mary in, then ran back to the trunk and put Mary's luggage
in there then came back and slid in beside her.
"Mary? This is my friend Melissa I was telling you about. Melissa, this is
Donald's sister.."
"Hi Mary." I said softly.
"Hello Donald." Mary said. Then she turned to Kath. "I'm sorry. Hope you
weren't expecting to surprise me - he is a lot more attractive now, but I've
known him just too long.."
Kath interrupted in turn. "Mary? We weren't trying to fool you - not really.
Just trying to get the status between the three of us defined while we're away
from Janice and Norma. His name - I'm sorry Melissa - her name is Melissa. She
is my wife, and I'm not going to have you think you can bully her!"

"Bully her! What the hell are you talking about?" Mary asked quietly, but with
a little heat. "What line has he been feeding you?"
"She hasn't been feeding me anything" Kath replied tartly. "I got the whole
story from your mother - how you bullied him into wearing dresses. You and your
friends.."
"Oh god!" Mary laughed. Tapped me on the shoulder. "Poor little defenseless
Melissa, huh?" She then turned to Kath.

"I grew up with a sissy brother. He didn't, ever, want to play with boys, just
girls. I was tougher than him from the git-go. How do you think I felt - my
big brother hanging around me and my friends all the time, practically begging
to be teased? I joined in - had to. One of my friends was the first to have
the idea of dressing him up in one of her old party dresses. I was so
humiliated, I just had to pretend that it was all my idea. Oh, he'd whimper and
cry, and plead with us not to do it, but he'd have probably died of frustration
if we hadn't. How do you think I was tipped off as to who was sitting in the
car tonight? He just loved the name Melissa then as well. I'm guessing that
he's manipulated you, just the same way as he's done to everybody else."

Kath laughed a little. Leaned back in her seat. "This sounds awful true. Is
it Melissa? Have you been manipulating me all this time? Tell me the truth
now! I promise, I won't get mad."
"Well I tried to explain on the way over here." I said. "Mummy always blamed
Mary - but I guess it was how I presented it to her." I turned my face a half
turn. "Sorry Mary." I didn't mean for all of this to get blamed on you. But
once it got started, I couldn't figure out how to stop it."

"This is priceless!" Kath laughed. "Here Mary, I've been trying to see a way
how I can tell you that your slave is now my little wife - and it was all so
wrong!" She leaned forward, and caressed the side of my neck. "And you,
Melissa? I should give you a good spanking for confusing everybody - and
especially for the way you've manipulated me. But it's all worked out so well,
I can't be mad at anybody!"

I breathed a big sigh of relief, then concentrated on my driving all the way
home, Kath and Mary becoming fast friends in the meantime.

We all settled down and talked about a whole mess of things during and after
dinner. Janice and Mummy were now getting along famously, and wouldn't even
consider letting me do the dishes. Shooed me out of the kitchen. Then I
noticed Kath giving me the eye, indicating she wanted me upstairs. I left Mary
reading a magazine article, and went up the stairs with Kath. I was a little
scared to tell the truth. This was the first time we'd been alone since we'd
picked Mary up. If she was going to be mad at me, this is when I was going to
find out.

But nothing could have been further from the truth. As I hung my blazer in the
closet, she came up behind me and hugged me from the back, her hands caressing
my breasts. Delightedly, I squirmed. Then I felt her undoing my skirt fastener
and tugging the hem until it slid down past my nyloned legs to fall on the
floor. Then she unfastened the back of my 't' and pulled it up over my head -
threw it on the floor as well.

I was starting to pant with anticipation so kicked off my shoes as she undid my
stockings and slowly worked them downwards for me to kick them off. Then, she
undid my teddies and garter belt, and removed them to leave me standing in my
bra and panties. Then she handed me a pair of pure white panties. "Put these
on for me, please Melissa?"

Quickly, I stepped out of the ones I was wearing, then into the new ones. They
were of some delightful satiny material, with a sort of lace overskirt. I was
looking in the mirror to see how they looked, when Kath undid my bra, to let my
breasts free.

And in the reflection. I saw that what she had been saying was true. I did have
feminine breasts, that would be very hard to distinguish from real ones. My
little, skirted, panties emphasized the rounded swellings that my hips were
becoming. I couldn't help it. Quickly I covered my breasts with my hands,
letting out a little squeak in the process.
"Don't worry sweetie. Look what daddy has for you!" I heard Kath say. She was
holding out a cloud of white satin, lace, and chiffon. Awed, I took it from her
and put it on over my head.
"Ooooh!" Was all I could say for a second. "How beautiful! And it looks more
like a wedding gown than a nightgown, doesn't it?"
"Maybe - just a little - but wedding dresses don't come with peignoirs -
nightgowns do." Kathy said, smiling, handing me an almost transparent negligee
of white chiffon. Eagerly, I slipped it on, then tied the pink ribbon under my
chin. Couldn't help it. Pirouetted in front of the mirror. Squealed happily.

"Hold on just a minute, would you pet?" Kath asked, going into the bathroom.
She actually was less than a minute before coming out - wearing a pair of blue
silk pajamas and a white terry robe.
"Oh Kath!" I tittered. "You look almost like a man!"
"Thanks!" She said. "Thought somebody should in this marriage. But let's go
down and say goodnight to our guests."
I started to get nervous again, but she read the expression on my face and led
me out and downstairs before I could say anything.

Her timing was just about perfect. Janice and Norma had just finished in the
kitchen, and were in the process of showing Mary where her room was.
Putting an arm around my waist, Kath started to lead me down towards them. About
the second stair down, her hand slid from my waist area to my rounded backside.
I could feel the heat from her palm through the satin and lace of my garments as
she caressed my buttock in slow, sensuous circles.
Vaguely, I sensed that something was not exactly right. I was reacting to the
sexiness of what she was doing to me, but somehow, everything felt different. I
was getting an erection, but it was just a pleasurable feeling - nothing
special. What I was feeling was a sort of internal 'yielding' that was making
my knees weak and the strangest feeling that my nightgown was clinging too me –
all over!.

Then I looked down. My breasts, now free of my bra, were doing exactly what she
had described earlier, bobbing around within the confines of the nightgown
bodice. At the same time, they were revealing quite a lot of themselves under
the diaphanous peignoir. My eyes were drawn to the milky white globes
oscillating under my chin - I could even feel their gravitational pull - or at
least, I thought I could. There was no question about it - all of our guests
were also looking at them, though pretending not to. I blushed, but happily,
fully aware that all my desires had finally been met. Looking like a woman, and
accepted as one, not only by my own family, but by my spouse. Not only that?
It looked as if the 'change' would be permanent. All my machinations and
manipulations had finally paid off.

Kath stopped about three steps up from the bottom. "Thought we'd come and say
goodnight. It's Melissa's first day in her new job as housewife tomorrow - and
I've got a load of work, so I thought we'd just toddle off to bed. Hope you
don't mind."

As she started to talk, her hand, still unseen by the people below, moved across
from my rump to settle right above my anus. Her palm then pressed warmly against
my backside, and the next thing I felt was her index finger 'tap' my rectum.
Move in and out suggestively. I wiggled a bit under it's sensual touch, then
almost jumped as it probed up between the cheeks of my ass some more. Then her
finger probed even deeper. My knees started to turn to jelly. She was
communicating a message to me and, finally, I was receiving it - loud and clear.
I knew now what Kath intended to do to me in the bedroom. I started to
tremble. Could feel a sort of a body wiggle inside my dress.
"Goodnight Melissa" Mummy said. "I must say, you look almost like a bride!"
"Yes! Doesn't she!" Janice said but, unseen by the others, a big, openly
salacious smile was on her face. She slowly blinked her eyes at me and Kath
twice or three times. "Sleep well Melissa!" I felt as if a well of laughter
broke up inside Kath, her arms around me.
Mary smiled her goodnight but just gave me a small wave instead of saying
anything, a sort of bemused look on her face. I had the strange feeling that she
was privy to something I didn't know. Kath Turned me around.

As I was led back up the stairs, my legs were so weak, I could barely walk. It
was becoming somewhat obvious that I had not been the only one involved in
manipulation. I'd always had views of my role in a marriage, but the hardness
of Kath's hand on my soft and womanly backside told me that she had ideas of
her own – that did not necessarily match mine. My fears were strengthened when
Kath stopped outside our bedroom door, and kissed me avidly.

My eyes felt soft and seductive despite my feelings but I knew I had to try.
"Kath?" I asked as she broke away.
"Yes darling?" she asked with an amused tone in her voice, starting to bend over
a little, brushing my cheek with her own.
"I don't know . . don't think. ."
She bent more fully over and took me into her arms. Kissed me again. "You'll
feel MUCH better afterwards," she said picking me up easily and carrying me in
my satin and lace cloud over the threshold and into the bedroom - for my wifely
duties.