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Author's note: I have based this lightly on one of my favourite stories.
Sharp eyed readers may spot the references which intend homage. Oh, and
it's back to basics...
Thanks again, of course, to Robyn Hoode for giving it the once over. Any
faults are mine and mine alone.
Callie


I did the decent thing in college when I got my girlfriend pregnant and
we were married in the fall. She dropped out and got a job with a very
understanding company whilst I finished my degree. Her maternity leave
was short because she had to pay for our apartment but I got a good job
straight after I got my degree and she was able to spend more time with
the baby. I was on the graduate track and worked all hours so soon I was
in middle management and we could afford a better apartment. I know I
had loved her but we didn't spend much time together. When my k**
finally got into school she went back to work and we were both tired when
we ever got together.

I got moved to a different office and met my new manager, Liz, and we got
on really well. Too well. I spent more time with her than with Kathy,
my wife, and it wasn't long before I found out why a guy shouldn't settle
down too early. Liz and I were on a project and we were working from her
house when things took a turn and we ended up in her bed together. I
fell for her too quickly and hard without meaning to, and soon we were
regularly working from her house.

Yeah, I felt bad about it, but we kept it low key and secret and Kathy
didn't notice. Liz didn't want her daughter Bella to notice either. Liz
was older than me, 34 to my 24, though I didn't care, but she'd had Bella
young because of a naive mistake. Bella had been raised mostly by her
grandparents when young, until Liz was ready to look after her herself,
and their relationship was odd, quite sisterly. Luckily Bella was off to
college soon.

What made our relationship special was that Liz and I did everything that
Kathy had never done with me. One night we were playing around at trying
to hypnotise each other because I'd heard that women could orgasm
spontaneously when hypnotised. I think I managed to put her under but
didn't know what to do. She said she managed to put me under and gave me
a codeword that would put me under any time she wanted. We were both
laughing but we didn't notice that Bella was back from college and
listening at the door. A couple of days later we were playing a game in
front of the fire when Bella asked to join in. She went away to top up
our drinks and soon I felt a bit tired. Liz did too and she suggested we
sit on the couch for a while.

It felt like I'd dozed and Bella was just putting away the game. Liz
seemed to be out next to me.

"You'd better go now," suggested Bella, "but come back tomorrow
afternoon."

It seemed like a good suggestion, so I did. Next day she met me at the
door, and gave me a couple of bottles of pills that she'd got through the
post.

"Herbal slimming aids." She said. "I got them for you because you never
have time to exercise."

It was true, and at her instruction I took one of each, twice a day. Liz
was very playful that day, and dressed me in her panties which turned her
on. Bella came into the bedroom and took some photos of us, which was
weird, but Liz didn't seem to even notice.

I was very careful to wash the lipstick off my face before going home.
It was Liz's but I'd been wearing it. Liz had become really experimental
and we had been role-playing as two lesbians meeting up in a club before
going home to have sex. She loved feeling up under her skirt, which I
was wearing, and finding my 'strap-on' before getting me to use it on
her. But being careful didn't make any difference. Kathy had somehow
got hold of some photos of me and Liz and after a raging argument she
threw me out of the house. I had a bag full of my work stuff and drove
straight over to Liz's where she took me in. A few days later the
divorce papers arrived on my desk at work.

Liz and I had to come clean with Bella. I was worried because I had a
feeling she didn't like me, but she seemed really happy about the
situation. "Liz," she said to her mother with that strange familiarity,
"you'll have to take him shopping for clothes on the weekend."

"Yes, dear," she responded with an odd submissiveness. Bella smiled and
shared more of her pills with me.

I thought Liz was shopping more for herself than me when she bought lacy
underwear, but the bra's were too small for her and the blouses too big.
It wasn't until later that she revealed that she wanted me to wear them
to work. She said how turned on she would be and I guessed that the
blouses would look like men's shirts even if they were oddly cut, and no-
one would see the underwear. I went to work like that for the next few
months while Bella was away at college. On the weekends Liz and I took
our role-play further, and she got me dresses and skirts to wear around
the house, whilst teaching me exactly how to go down on her and the best
ways to treat her breasts. I shaved my legs so that I could wear tights
and stockings comfortably. It wasn't like anyone was going to see my
legs because I never went to the gym and I had my pills which I took
religiously.

When Bella came back for the winter break I wasn't sure she'd take kindly
to me still living with her mother. I picked her up from the station and
carried her heavy cases up to her room where she must've noticed my
anxiety and sat me down while giving me a shoulder massage and talking
pleasantly to me. I must have dozed off because it was so relaxing.
Later I noticed that Liz was really relaxed and happy too. We were
sitting in the living room with Bella just chilling out and talking about
what we'd been up to.

Liz complained that she couldn't just leave makeup on me all day on the
weekends because my stubble would grow and ruin it before the evening,
and Bella nodded and suggested I have my beard removed. It seemed so
obvious when she said it, and Liz booked me in the next day for laser
hair removal, over my body too while we were at it.

It was easier to use makeup without any facial hair, but I went and
talked to Bella and admitted to her that I didn't really like it. It was
nice talking to Bella because she was so pleasant, and not the upset girl
that Liz and I thought she would be when we had first got together. She
got me to look in a mirror and I really did see that make up made me look
pretty. I know I was a good looking guy, that's how I'd had so much
success with women, and it seemed that makeup could turn good looking
guys into pretty girls if it was used correctly.

"Of course you don't like it," she admitted to me, "because you're a man,
and men don't wear makeup. But you should always wear it for me and Liz
because it makes us happy."

I could see the sense in that, Bella's explanation was sound. She was
such a bright girl. I resolved to practice as much as I could to get it
right, even if men didn't wear makeup.

Liz had saved up a lot of money and when I added some of my savings we
were able to move to a larger house. Kathy had kept the apartment so my
lawyer had been able to persuade the judge that she only needed a small
top up in alimony. I also pretended I was paying for a new apartment for
myself, so it looked like I spent most of my earnings. Really they were
going into a savings account in Bella's name, so nobody could find them
and take them from me.

The new house had four bedrooms, though one was pretty small. Bella
suggested that we put my house clothes and makeup in there and Liz and I
liked the idea. With a wardrobe and dressing table in there, plus a
small bed, it was pretty poky. Liz and Bella were talking about names
and Liz suggested we call it Missy's Room, because she sometimes called
me Missy when we were playing. I wasn't so sure, and I spoke to Bella
about it.

"Of course you don't like being called Missy," she agreed, "because
you're a man, and what kind of name is Missy for a man? But you should
put up with it for us, because it makes us happy."

I nodded, understanding and knowing that I always wanted to keep both Liz
and Bella happy.

"Oh, and if anyone else should ever call you Missy, you should pretend it
really is your name, and that way nobody will get confused."

I wasn't sure what they would be confused about, because I couldn't
understand why anyone else would call me Missy, but I accepted Bella's
suggestion.

It was early in the New Year, shortly before Bella was due to go back to
college, that I noticed the lumps under my nipples. I'd noticed that my
jeans were getting tight, and figured it was the Christmas over
consumption, but getting fatty deposits on my chest was too much. When
Bella caught me feeling my chest through a blouse and training bra she
suggested I go register with her doctor and see what was wrong. She
suggested I tell him that I wanted to be a woman.

"What?!" I exclaimed. "Why?"

"It'll be hard to explain why you're wearing a bra otherwise, won't it?"
she said reasonably.

I nodded at that. "But why would I go to the doctor wearing a bra?"

"You always wear bras, don't you? Why change if you go to the doctor?
And because of those lumps. You need to wear a bra to support and
protect those, don't you?"

I guessed I did, and it was true that I wore bras to work and at home, so
it made sense to go see the doctor in one.

"Listen," she continued pleasantly and persuasively, "I know you don't
want to actually *be* a woman. You're a man! But if you can fool the
doctor I'll be really happy!"

That was it then, I'd do it to please Bella. I didn't have to like it,
but I'd do it.

"You must register with Dr. Woodforde," she told me. "Don't accept
anyone else."

Dr. Woodforde was a young doctor, quite handsome in a boyish way. He
checked my chest and seemed quite reasonable when I explained that I felt
unhappy as a man and wanted to be a woman, just like Bella coached me.
He gave me a scrip and when I filled it out it looked like some of the
same slimming pills that I was already taking. At least that would sort
my big rump out!

A few days later I met him again when I cooked a farewell dinner for
Bella going back to college. To my surprise, Dr. Woodforde turned up as
her guest! I didn't know they were together, but he never mentioned my
consultation, and neither did he comment on my housedress as I served the
dinner.

Bella went away for a few months, but both Liz and I stayed in touch with
her over the phone. It was during that time that Liz and I started
having some problems in bed, as I couldn't seem to get it up Bella told
me I shouldn't worry about it, because, though I might not like it, if I
kept her mother happy, she would be satisfied.

Liz got off the phone too. "Bella thinks it's because you're getting so
used to being dressed all the time. But I love your dressing so much and
us pretending to be lesbians that I don't want to stop. I hope you're
happy with that."

And I guess I was, because though I still didn't like the bras and
blouses, I wore them to turn Liz on.

By the time Bella came home for the Easter break I needed to wear the
training bras. The lumps under my nipples had turned into full-on A cup
breasts. I wasn't happy with that, but Bella wasn't too worried, and Liz
appeared to love them.

"It's because of those pills you're taking," Bella explained, "you told
your doctor that you wanted to be a woman. It's obvious you'd grow
breasts!"

"But I don't want breasts!"

"Of course you don't, you're a man! Men don't have breasts! You
probably hate it. But I bet Mom loves them?"

And I had to admit that she did. Liz spent plenty of time kissing and
sucking on my emerging breasts, and loved that I was trying to hide them
in work.

But it was work that caused the next problem. One day Liz came out of a
meeting with her boss and came tearfully over to talk to me.

"They know about us being together," she explained, "and don't like the
effect on office morale. One of us will have to move."

I suppose it was obvious that our relationship couldn't be kept secret,
but I couldn't damage Liz's future, so I volunteered to move office and
ended up having to work an hour's drive away, and staying over in a cheap
hostel. We couldn't be together at home either, which made both of us
sad, but there was nothing to be done about it.

Bella wondered if we couldn't get back together in the same office if I
took a different job. It was sneaky, but her idea was almost flawless.
If I changed my name and applied for a different role, our company
wouldn't spot me going back to Liz's office. So I changed my name from
Chris Jones to Missy James, at court, James strangely being Liz's surname
as well.

"It's like you're married!" gushed Bella. But then she had a thought.
"People will recognise you."

She suggested that I go to Doctor Woodforde and ask whether I could
arrange some surgery to make me look the part better. "But I don't want
to be more womanly!" I protested.

"Of course you don't!" she agreed. "You're a man, and no man wants to be
a woman, but you want to feel more confident about not being found out if
you work so closely with my mother, especially as the company told you to
stay apart."

It was true, I was deceiving the company which would be a sackable
offence, so it seemed obvious that a better disguise would make me feel
better.

Dr. Woodforde was not surprised when I asked about surgery. "It is
expensive," he stated. "I can't prescribe it but I can recommend a
surgeon and discuss with him the changes you might want."

Bella told me to do what Dr Woodforde asked, and so I discussed with him
some alterations to my face that would make me unrecognisable to the
company and my co-workers. I took a couple of weeks of holiday, and put
myself in the hands of the surgeon that Dr. Woodforde recommended and
Bella paid for with my money.

What I was surprised by was that the clinic wasn't very well advertised,
and was hidden away in a quiet suburb of Bella's college town. Liz
didn't even know what I was up to. The clinic also took a while before
they gave me an appointment, something to do with waiting for particular
equipment to arrive.

When we got there the clinic already had instructions from Dr. Woodforde,
and Bella talked them over with the surgeon whilst a nurse prepped me for
the surgery. Then I was put out, waking hours later to pain in my face
and chest and Bella sitting with me waiting to take me back to her
apartment.

Liz still didn't know where I was, and with bandages covering my face and
chest I couldn't even call her on the phone. I was more upset to find
out from Bella that I wouldn't be healed for some weeks. Bella, being
some kind of medical student, was able to deal with my stitches and
redoing my bandages. She also used the time to practise her relaxation
techniques on me, and gave me some CDs so I could use the techniques
while she was in college.

When she wasn't in college she helped me to perfect my disguise in a few
other ways, training me to walk like a girl, and what gestures to make.
She even taught me flirtation techniques and we laughed together as I
practised, and I practised harder just to make her happy with me. She
also told me that I was now programmed to always respond to and call
myself Missy, as it would complete my disguise.

When the bandages finally came off, I was shocked. "Wow," I said
eventually, "I look... pretty."

I was looking at myself in the mirror. I had been a good looking guy so
it wasn't hard to alter my face to make it look feminine. What I was
surprised by was how little it looked like me, except I know that's what
Bella wanted for my disguise. I always had a slim jaw, but now my chin
was a little button. I had a straight nose which I thought Bella had
agreed to leave alone but it had been thinned and then curved slightly
upwards. I had pleasant lips which Liz loved, and which had enabled me
to look quite feminine, but now with my nose curled up it was like my top
lip had been pulled up making it appear thicker and also leaving a slight
hole to my mouth. My bottom lip appeared thicker too. My cheekbones
appeared slightly more prominent, making, or perhaps just helping to make
my eyes, my baby blues, appear so much bigger!

All this new prettiness distracted me from my chest, where my boobs also
looked bigger and much rounder. A check on my bras revealed that the
clinic had taken me from a small B cup to a large C cup making my once
manly, or so I thought, chest and shoulders appear much more in female
proportions.

"What have you done to my chest?" I complained to Bella.

"Don't you like your new tits?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Of course not! I'm a man. Men don't have tits!"

"You're right," she said soothingly. "You are a man and you're right to
not like having tits. But you'll look better for work, no-one will
recognise you, and you're making me and Liz happy."

"That's good," I agreed. "But when can I get rid of them?"

She said something to me, and I zoned out for a moment. When I came to
she was stroking my new tits through my bra and boob tube. The touch of
her fingers felt electric on them, and I moaned with pleasure. "Oh,
don't stop!" I pleaded.

"But I thought you didn't like your tits?"

I was confused. "I don't! But they feel amazing."

"If you get rid of them they won't." That put a new perspective on
things. "By they way," she added as she walked away, "they'll feel even
better if a man touches them."

Funny. Why would a man ever touch them?

And then I applied for a PA position that Liz made available at her
office. My voice seemed a little higher and Bella was training me in
vocal techniques so the agent didn't question my gender over the phone.
Bella's plan worked just as it was supposed to, and I went in and
interviewed for the position dressed in my smartest Missy outfit, a skirt
suit and a push-up bra that made my C cup tits stand out.

When I got offered the job I resigned in absentia from my managerial
position as Chris Jones, pleading illness, and took up the PA position as
Missy James, which made Bella happy. I hated the fact that I had to hide
as a woman, dressing all the time in skirts and wearing makeup daily to
appear as a pretty woman, but Bella loved it. Liz didn't seem to notice
me much at all though, and that confused me because I was doing all this
for her.

"She's just playing along so that you don't get caught," Bella explained.
"You have to play along too. Stay in the role. Don't do anything out of
context and you won't get caught." She was right.

I had to create a new account for Missy's pay, which Bella set up and for
the sake of keeping it hidden from any lawyers she moved any excess into
the account she was holding for me. I moved back in with Liz, of course,
but Bella brought me and I overheard her explaining to Liz that it would
be much easier to have her PA stay with her and that I was new in town
and looking for other accommodation.

I wasn't, and I was going to go to explain when Liz walked out of the
living room and saw me. She looked a little fuzzy but then seemed to
shake herself out of it. "Hi, Missy. How are you settled in?"

"You don't have to call me Missy at home, Liz, my name's Missy, you know
that!"

She looked at me very oddly. "Of course it is. I'm going to bed, Missy,
night night." And she walked off.

I didn't like going to work as Liz's PA because I knew I was a man and
dressing as a woman every day felt completely wrong, even if it made Liz
happy. I felt like I was going to be found out every day, and that made
me nervous and upset.

I spoke to Bella over the phone and it felt so relaxing to talk to
someone who was completely on my side. At Bella's suggestion I'd gone to
a salon to get my hair done as it was starting to get quite long and
unruly. It was expensive, but they put in real hair extensions and then
dyed the whole lot blond before curling it back off my face in waves. At
the same time I had my ears pierced a couple of times and had my nails
done. Now they were about half an inch at the tips, squared off.
Buttoning my blouses was suddenly impossible so Bella recommended I just
wear dresses rather than skirt suits.

I soon noted that I wasn't really Liz's PA anymore because Shelly, a
secretary who she'd had to take away with her for a couple of weeks on a
project, was still working closely with her. I got assigned to another
floor and another manager for the interim, which was kinda lucky because
nobody there knew me from before, so they just thought I was Missy James,
the blonde secretary.

"You've got to be nicer to her," suggested Bella when I complained that
Liz didn't seem to be paying attention to me anymore.

"I thought I was being nice to her by doing all this for her," I whined.
I hated wearing dresses all day, the heels made my legs ache, and makeup
was just sticky and gooey. Worse, my hair now took half an hour to get
ready in the morning so I even drove separately to Liz to the office
because she was gone before me.

"No, be nice by doing more around the house, so that she doesn't have
to."

So I did the vacuuming and the washing up and the laundry, and cleaned
and dusted on a regular rota.

Bella took me to get a couple of uniforms for cleaning in so that the
rest of my clothes wouldn't get dirty. They were black dresses with
white mini waist aprons.

"These are maids' uniforms," I protested.

"Of course they are! I tell you what, if you can put on a pair of your
old jeans and a shirt you can use those to clean in, otherwise it's these
and you won't complain again."

"Alright," I stammered. "I'll give it a try."

The jeans should have been fine, but when I got them up to the top of my
thighs they got stuck unable to squeeze over my ass. I could see that
the button would easily close around my trim waist, where the slimming
pills had been working, but I couldn't get the back of the jeans over my
back, and didn't seem to have the strength to pull hard enough. The
shirt she threw me I recognised as an old clubbing shirt, a skinny fit,
which again was billowing around my waist but simply wouldn't fit around
my chest. I squeezed and pressed and pulled, but even when I got the
buttons close I couldn't fasten them with my long nails.

"So you see," stated Bella, logically, "those dresses are best because
they fit you."

Liz did seem to notice me in them, and I managed to get a smile or two
out of her. "Thank you, Missy." She would say with gratitude when I
served her dinner at the table.

"I think your mother is seeing someone else," I said while Bella sat in
her bedroom and I was doing her bed.

"What makes you think that, Missy?"

"She sometimes leaves the office before me yet doesn't come home until
late, and sometimes I'm sure she doesn't even come home. She hasn't
touched me or kissed me since I got my new job, and now that I've moved
floors in the office she doesn't even talk to me. I overheard someone
ask her in the office the other day what happened to Chris, and she said
that I left her a note and just disappeared when I got moved office."

Bella closed her book. "Of course she'd say that, Missy, she can't say
the truth now, can she?"

And that response seemed perfectly obvious now that Bella said it. But,
"She seemed to really believe it."

"Don't you worry now. Maybe work is exhausting her so she has no time
for you. I'll see if I can't persuade her to pay you more attention."

It was so good having Bella as a best friend. It was a shame that the
summer was nearly over and she was going back to college. Before she
went though I had to confide something in her. I knocked on her door in
my uniform and stood and waited like she'd instructed me to. She called
me in.

"Mistress Bella."

"What's up, Missy?"

"It's, well, it's these tits, Mistress Bella."

"They look fine to me."

"I noticed my bras were getting uncomfortable, so last week I went to get
some new ones, and the only ones which would fit me were D cup. They're
growing!"

"Are they? I'm sure all the guys in the office would notice if they
were."

"They do! They all stare at my chest when they're talking to me or
telling me what to do. Some of them are flirting with me, I'm sure."

"And do you flirt with them?"

"Of course I do. You told me it would keep them distracted, not let them
think I was just there to be with Mistress Elizabeth, you know, keep in
character."

"So what's the problem?"

"I don't want these heavy things on my chest anymore," I whined, "I feel
really uncomfortable about men looking at me and flirting with me. And
they're growing and men are looking at me more!"

"Have any men tried feeling your breasts?"

"Of course not!" I protested.

She reached forward to me and started feeling up my tits through my dress
and bra. "Wow!" I responded. "Oh, wow!"

I could feel myself getting really horny and turned on, as her
manipulations felt amazing and my nipples turned into tense little
rockets. It was the most amazing feeling I'd felt in a long time, like
when Liz used to rub my cock through my trousers.

"Did you know," she said as she continued to feel me up, not letting me
think about getting away, "that as they grow bigger they will get more
and more sensitive?"

"Oh, God!" I gasped. "Really?"

"And I told you that they would feel even better if a man touched them."

"Oh, then I'll probably cum!"

"You might, or you might beg to."

She let go, and I wobbled a bit on my heels. She told me I should let
some men feel my breasts, if they were so interested in them, as it would
make her, and them, happy. That was really important, I thought, to make
other people happy. But, she warned me, it wasn't fair that I should be
the only one feeling good, and if the man wanted more I should probably
give him a blow job. That way they would never find out that I was
really a man in disguise.

Bella went back to college. Liz was so happy with all the things I was
doing for her that she let me stay in the house, at Bella's insistence.
Once or twice it really frustrated me that I never got close to the woman
I loved, but most of the time I was really happy because she was really
happy. She always thanked me for her breakfast, dinner, and the drinks I
brought her, and for the fact that I kept her house so well. She didn't
have to do anything so could just stay out late or away and know that
everything was being looked after.

I had to buy my first Double D bra. I couldn't believe how huge my tits
were, and neither could any guy that saw me. It was one of the sales
guys who eventually copped a feel, trapping me in the corridor to the
toilets at a hotel where all the office was getting drunk. We flirted a
bit and then he stroked the side of my face and down onto my up-thrust
chest. My knees almost went immediately and I grabbed his hand to me
reflexively. I moaned as gently as I could as he plastered his mouth
over mine and carried on groping me. I felt really guilty that I was
almost having orgasms, so I pulled him into a stall and took out his now
raging cock. He wanted to put it in me, but I managed to stop him
feeling for my crotch just in time! I dropped to my knees making it
impossible for him to reach me there and, bracing myself, I took his cock
into my mouth.

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Of course I didn't want to
put his cock in my mouth, but it did seem to be the only way to keep his
hands away from discovering my secret, whilst paying him back for the
pleasure he'd given me and relieving him of his horniness. If anything,
it was also far less homosexual than letting him anywhere near my ass!

I wasn't very good at it, probably, but I remembered what I liked and
tried to mimic that, whilst also listening in to every instruction and
response he gave. The key was making him happy. That made me feel good.
By the end I must have been getting it exactly right for him, and then
the strangest thing happened. I felt him jerk and twitch and pull my
head in to his crotch, his cock jammed into my mouth, and suddenly I had
to swallow spurts of his jism because there was nowhere else for it to
go. And I came! I had an orgasm that ran right through me and I could
feel my sleepy little penis pulsing and dribbling into my panties. I
hadn't had an orgasm in so long you can't imagine how wonderful it felt!

I wanted guys to feel my chest, and I wanted to have orgasms, so I didn't
mind news getting around the office somehow, causing all the single guys
to start asking me out for lunch or a coffee and then driving me
somewhere private. Some of them were really nice, asking me out for
dinner and stuff, but I didn't like them in that way!

I went for a check-up with Dr. Woodforde and he asked me when I wanted to
schedule my final surgery, as I'd spent a year as a woman already. I
guessed he meant the SRS which showed that I was still fooling him into
thinking that I actually wanted to be a woman. Bella would be happy with
that!

I mentioned it to her when I spoke to her, and she said she'd let Dr
Woodforde in on the joke. I also mentioned about the guys in work and
how some of them were becoming regulars, and they were trying harder and
harder to get into my panties. She asked whether it wouldn't be better
to get my bits removed rather than have them found, but I didn't really
want that, though it had a certain logic. Bella seemed a little
frustrated by my reluctance, but I was a man, and she was happy with
that.

She came down to visit, at Liz's invitation, and Liz asked me to prepare
a dinner for four. Bella told me she was having Dr. Woodforde over
again. So I worked hard on the dinner, buying in special portions of
everything to make my favourite courses four times over and really
looking forward to the delicious meal as I tasted it throughout the
evening. I couldn't wait to get out of my uniform and into my dress and
heels to eat it!

Finally Dr. Woodforde arrived, and I let him in and another man in a
suit, who handed me his coat and a bottle of wine before thanking me and
following Dr. Woodforde into the living room. I had no idea who this
other man was, some friend of the doctor's, but I put his coat on the
stand and took the bottle through into the kitchen. Just as I was
wrapping up the roast and the pudding was ready on the side to go in the
over, as I was about to head upstairs for a quick change, Liz entered the
kitchen with the new guy.

"Mistress Elizabeth?" I waited.

"Missy, allow me to introduce Ben."

He reached out his hand, and I took it and curtsied slightly. "Wow! So
formal," he observed.

Liz took his hand back and held it close to her body. "Missy is very
well trained, and she's a complete Godsend around the house. Missy," she
addressed me as she put her other hand on Ben's upper arm and leaned into
his shoulder, "Can you just serve us until you've put the pudding in, and
then you can take the evening off and go somewhere. From that dress on
your bed it looks like you were hoping to!"

"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth."

I was in a rage, so confused, it looked like Liz was with another man and
right in front of me! What on Earth was she playing at? She had me
right here, and she was not only treating me like I didn't exist, she was
treating me like I hadn't existed for months! I spited her as I served
the wine and starters, not looking at her or smiling at her thanks. I
prepped the main course, retrieved the starter crockery and cutlery,
putting it away in the dishwasher, and served another round of wines.
Then I served the main, ignoring Liz all the while, after which I put the
pudding into the oven to bake and took the ice-cream out of the freezer
to thaw slightly. One final round of refills and I silently took my
leave, heading up to my room where I decided that going out and getting
drunk would be a great thing to do.

Bella slipped into my room as I was applying my makeup and changing my
earrings to hoops.

"You look sexy!" she commented, looking over my shoulder. "That little
black dress suits you."

I shook my hair out around my earrings, letting it settle down my back
and over my shoulders. "Thank you, Bella." I smiled. I didn't have to
call her Mistress when I was out of uniform.

"Are you upset about Ben?" she asked, getting straight to the point.

"Of course," I stated, not offering anything else.

"Why don't you take a holiday and come stay with me for the last few
weeks of college?" she asked. It seemed like a good idea, to get away,
so I nodded after a moment's thought. "Great, I'll let Mum know. You go
have a great time!"

But I didn't. I was alone, so I drank a lot. Then I danced a lot. Then
a group of boys danced with me and made me feel so amazing as they
squeezed against me and groped in the dim light that a bouncer had to
come and ask us to calm down. So two of the boys helped me outside into
a back alley where I went down on one but the other got his hand under my
dress and into my panties. The next thing I knew I was roughly thrown
against a wall, got a stinging blow across my face which made me crumple
down to the floor, and then got spat at while being called a sissy
faggot.

I cried my way home, but there was no pain. Not until the next morning
as the anaesthetising alcohol wore off. Suddenly I had a huge headache,
a stinging under my left eye, and a feeling of complete humiliation and
disgust with myself. Bad that as a man I couldn't defend myself against
two youths. Worse, I had been going down on one in anticipation of my
own pleasure, doing it for my own self-satisfaction. Worst, they had
found me out and outed me, loudly, to whatever public there was. That
was utterly humiliating, magnified through the lens of a hangover.

Bella was so lovely to pack me a bag and help me to her car. As she
drove I told her the whole story, at least three times. I also went over
the whole Ben situation that had got me into trouble in the first place.
Bella sympathised with me, putting her hand on my arm or on my knee.

"You do know that Ben stayed last night, don't you?"

"What, in the guest room?"

"No."

Finally the realisation dripped into my brain that my guest room question
had been entirely naive. I looked at Bella in shock. "She slept with
another man?"

"I guess she's allowed to." Bella shrugged. "She invited David and I to
dinner to let us know that she and Ben were engaged."

"To be married?" I gasped. "What about me?"

"I'm not sure what's going on there." She admitted. "You know I only
come home on occasion, while you're always there. Have you and Liz been
intimate since the last time we spoke?"

"No, I don't see her in work, and when she's home I look after her and
the house, before collapsing into bed after a really early morning and a
late day. But usually she isn't home."

"So you're not intimate, not even really a couple, and she's let someone
else into her life. How does that feel?"

"Awful. Horrible. Like she's kicking me in the gut."

Bella smiled to herself. "So are you going to leave her?"

"Of course I..." Then I stopped to think for a moment. "She's my boss,
so she could fire me, and she's giving me board and lodging. If I left
her..."

"You'd have nothing," Bella finished my thought.

"So I have to win her back!" I determined. "But how?"

"Well, there're two ways to do that."

"What are they?" I asked, intrigued.

"You could get her to notice you again, win her round, get her to leave
Ben..."

"But?"

"But that hasn't been working so far, has it?"

"No, I guess not, but I've no idea why! I thought I was making your
mother happy!"

"So that leaves the second way."

"Which is...?"

"Get Ben to leave her."

Bella was so logical, and so clever. If she wouldn't leave Ben, Ben had
to leave her. Simple. I smiled happily. Then...

"How?"

"The way all men leave their women, they find another one."

Bella went through the situation with me in her apartment. If Liz
married Ben she would move in with him and sell the house. I would lose
her and have nowhere to live. At the very least I needed to stop her
from moving in with Ben even if I couldn't win her back, just to remain
close to her and in with a chance in the future. Then she asked me about
men, and I told her some stories with relish! Except till I got to the
last one, last night. That made me stop and think.

Bella was thoughtful too. "What if..." she said slowly, "what if you
were the other woman?"

"Other woman? What do you mean? For what?"

"Let me ask you something before I answer that, do you really think
you'll get back together with my mother now?"

I sighed. "I guess not. She's ruined much chance of that."

"So, what if you were the other woman that Ben left my mother for? How
clever would that be? Think about it, you get revenge on her for
sleeping with another guy, and you split them up!"

I did think about it for a moment, with a sort of smile. "But he'd find
out I'm a guy so he wouldn't actually sleep with another woman, and he'd
probably beat me up the moment he found out, then marry Liz." I lost my
smile.

"Hmm," Bella smiled slyly, "but not if you hid the fact you were a guy,
and appeared to be a complete woman." She came closer to me as my
confusion set in. "Why don't I relax you a little while you think about
it?"

Bella drove me over to the clinic. She'd asked Dr. Woodforde to fax up
the consent forms and all the necessary paperwork and the clinic was
happy to proceed with the surgery almost as though they'd had it booked
in. I was mad at Liz and Ben, and realised that having my disguise as a
woman completed would enable me never to have to go through any dangerous
or humiliating discovery scenes again, as well as giving me the tools and
power to split the two of them apart. I signed all the forms which Bella
put in front of me, then proceeded into surgery ready to put the final
part of the plan into place.

When I awoke I couldn't speak, and my entire body was in plaster from
below my armpits to the tops of my thighs. My neck was bandaged too, and
completely numb. I was in severe pain for days, especially in my crotch,
and especially when a nurse came in and pushed a greased, glass stent
into the crack in between my legs. I stayed in the bed for a week, being
moved only for bathing. Bella came in daily to visit with me and change
my CDs, and the relaxing sounds and scripts she put on them really helped
with the pain and the boredom. Soon the stent was less painful and
became something I looked forward to in order to break up the monotony of
the day, no matter how uncomfortable.

The cast came off and was replaced with tight bandaging. Bella was
allowed to take me back to her apartment to recuperate and I was allowed
to start speaking again. It wasn't long before I noticed my voice was
higher, and not just because I was used to talking higher, but because
now I couldn't pitch it lower! Bella explained that the cast was because
I'd had two lower ribs removed, to make my waist look trimmer, but they'd
also done complete liposuction on it, making it appear tiny, and
relocated all the fat into my hips and ass to give me a truly curvaceous
figure.

She enjoyed dilating me regularly. She would relax me as she was doing
it which made it feel less uncomfortable, and sometimes I would zone out
completely. Being dilated moved from something I looked forward to into
something I enjoyed and soon it became something I wanted! Sometimes I
would rouse from my relaxation to find Bella fondling my breasts as she
moved the bigger and bigger stents in and out, and I would start
squealing helplessly in orgasm as the sensual pleasure became too great.

Finally the bandages were removed, the stitches appeared to have healed,
and Bella coaxed me up and around, getting me dressed and back outside
for walks and shopping trips. My tits were impressive, my waist was so
sexily tight, but my ass was a work of art, rounded and grabbable, with a
top looking like you could keep trophies on it like a mantelpiece. When
I looked at myself I got horny.

I did have to dilate myself a few times when Bella was at classes, but it
didn't feel like when she did it, just an uncomfortable, necessary job.
I tried fondling my big tits at the same time, and it felt nice, but not
spectacular. When I was alone, looking at myself in the mirror, getting
horny, I kinda wanted to find a guy and give him a blow job. When I
caught myself thinking that I got embarrassed. I wasn't gay! But it was
a tempting thought to have an orgasm to relieve this horniness.

Bella took me out with her in the last week before her holidays. I was
still not fully recovered from the surgeries but she thought I'd enjoy
getting out. We went to the student bars and parties, where she
introduced me to all her friends as her older sister, Missy. She never
said how much older and none of the boys ever asked.

Bella told me I should take the opportunity to practise what I would be
doing with Ben, so I flirted with a number of her male friends just to
find out what worked and what didn't. Then when I found out what worked,
it usually led gradually to just one thing. I discovered that any guy's
hand touching my butt turned me on, and if a guy patted my butt or left
his hand there I would get really horny.

At first I hated the contact and wanted to slap the hands away but I
quickly found out that I couldn't. Simply couldn't. If I wiggled my
butt to try to shake the hand off the guy would just think I wanted him
to stroke it, and my horniness would grow. Being horny made me want to
relieve it the only way I knew how, which was giving a blow job. I
hadn't found any other way. Before giving a blow job I was used to
having my tits played with, and the moment a guy started stroking them or
fondling them I was almost unable to stand from the pleasure running
through my body. They gave me so much pleasure I just had to make them
happy in return otherwise it wasn't fair. Sometimes my relationship with
a guy ended with a blow-job in the toilets or outside in the garden where
I would gasp in relief as I swallowed his cum and my orgasm overtook me.
Sometimes the brief relationship didn't stop there, but continued on back
at Bella's place or the guy's.

The first time this happened I was desperate but still reluctant. But
Bella had told me that I needed to practise fully being a woman, because
that was what I would have to do with Ben. So it was a guy called Simon
who took me outside the bar and into a back alley where he turned me
around whilst holding my breasts and then bent me over to lean on the
bars of a fire escape. Because he was still feeling up my left tit I
didn't even notice what he was doing with his right hand until it was
already against my bare backside (I was wearing a g-string under my
miniskirt) and I got as horny as I was pleasured. When the string was
slipped aside by his finger I couldn't care what he did to me. When his
cock slowly entered my slick cunt I started seeing fireworks.

I have no idea what he did as the first orgasm rose and then hit me, and
from then on I couldn't tell the difference between when I was just about
to orgasm and when I just had orgasmed. I think he put his hand over my
mouth to stop me screaming. I know he came buckets inside me because as
he pulled out of me and I came down from my high, great globs of the
sticky liquid began running down my legs. I could barely breathe, and my
legs were shaking, so dripping cum was the last thing on my mind. As I
stayed bent over there, he goosed me, trying to rouse me, and I squealed,
but with delight. I turned and smiled at him and he helped me up and
held my hand back to the building. I needed it to keep me steady until I
got to the toilets. By the time I got back to Bella, Simon was gone.
But Peter was there.

Later that week Jack was the first to escort me back to Bella's
apartment, where we might have kept her awake, but she was smiling to me
the next morning, so I felt good. That week Bella had me practising a
lot, not just with her friends at parties where it was easy to flirt, but
also challenged me to pick up guys in shops, in the street, in parks. I
tried to be choosy, because it was difficult for me to approach someone
of the same sex as me, regardless of how I looked, but the moment a guy
showed interest I started to imagine him inside me, preferably from
behind where I couldn't see him.

I picked up a lot of guys that week, looking forward to what they would
do to me, and loving it when they did but I did feel really dirty and
humiliated at the same time, especially right before and straight after
meeting a guy. Bella was understanding. Of course I would feel
humiliated, because I was a guy, being fucked by other guys, but it was
only until I could get her mother back.

At the end of the week I went home with Bella. She sent me up to my room
and when Liz came back she talked to her for a long time before I got to
see her. Finally she came to my room. Wow, she looked stunningly
beautiful. But as she saw me she got a really glazed look in her eyes.

"Hi, Missy!" she said dreamily. "How was your time away with your
sister?"

My sister? Bella? What was Liz thinking? Fine that she called me
Missy, it was her idea after all, but why was she pretending I was
Bella's sister? It wasn't possible that a now thirty five year old woman
could have given birth to a now twenty five year old man, and nobody
would believe it.

"Well, I, er, yes, I had a good time."

"Excellent." She came to me and hugged me. It wasn't anything but a
motherly hug. There was love in it, but gentle love, not passionate
love. I felt weird as I hugged her back. "I hope you're ready for the
weekend?" She asked as she pulled back slightly, still holding my hands.

"The weekend?"

"Yes! Don't worry, Bella will help you out with everything. I can't
wait to see you both there!"

I reeled in confusion for the next two days. I tried to get anything out
of Bella as we shopped a lot. "Hey," I said to Bella as we were shopping
for specific pink bras that she wanted, "have my boobs grown again?"

"It looks like it." She smiled as the assistant handed me an E cup bra.
"Can you imagine how they will feel with Ben's hands on them?"

I couldn't avoid the picture and suddenly my knees went weak as a thrill
ran through me. "Oh Gosh!" I exclaimed, and both Bella and the
assistant smiled at me.

The next morning was Saturday and I woke up to a whirlwind of activity.
Ben wasn't in the house, but Bella and Liz seemed to be going crazy.
Liz's mum was there.

"You're Missy, right?" she said to me. She lived in France so Liz didn't
see her very often. I nodded and she grabbed me up in a great big hug.
"Oh, it's so wonderful to meet you! My new granddaughter! I heard all
about the adoption! It must be so good for you to have a family, and
Bella and Liz can't stop talking about you! Even Ben can't wait to
become your father."

Bella raced into my room. "Bella, what the hell is going on?"

"No time! Get into your new underwear already. Carly is waiting for
us!"

Carly was a beautician, and the next thing I knew Bella and I were sat
side by side having our hair teased and curled, stray eyebrow hairs
plucked, eyelashes curled, and makeup plastered over our faces until I
could barely crack a smile. Bella had her hair teased up onto her head,
mine was left bouncing and flowing down my back.

"Right," called Carly, "go get into your dresses, girls, it's nearly
time."

As I left the front room I caught a glimpse of Liz in the dining room,
with Jess, Carly's boss, putting the finishing touches to a fabulous
updo. Liz stood and turned and I saw her looking stunningly beautiful in
her white, lacy underwear, her pert, B cup breasts standing out proudly
on her svelte, fit body, loose curls artfully falling around her face.

I gasped in appreciation before Bella dragged me strongly upstairs, to
her room, and to two pink, satin dresses. She took one, with the long
skirt, shoulders and a plunging back, and helped me into mine, with a
short skirt, no shoulders, and a bodice that lifted my large tits, and
tightened over them when Bella zipped me up behind. Bella's was like a
ball dress, mine like a mini cocktail dress. She gave us both pink,
platform pumps with huge heels, and hid hers neatly under the skirt of
her dress. She looked so tall and elegant. She pulled me down the
stairs and out to a waiting car and we headed off.

"What is going on, Bella?" I asked in the car. "We look like
bridesmaids!"

She smiled at me slyly. "That's what we are. Bridesmaids."

A wedding? That's what this fuss was about? "And your mother, is she
the maid of honour or something?"

"Our mother, s*s', is the bride."

"What?! With Ben?"

"Of course."

"But I'm supposed to stop all that. That's what this is all about, isn't
it?"

"Not exactly, my darling Christopher." It was the first time anyone had
called me that in a long time and it didn't feel like my name anymore.
"This is about you being as close as possible to my mother so that you
can watch as she marries a decent man, and your heart gets torn out as he
steals her away from you completely. She, of course, finally gets a
decent life instead of just getting fucked as someone's mistress."

"Bella! You set me up?" I yelled as the explanation sank in.

"Yup, I used your little hypnosis tricks and a gentle hypnotic d**g to
get control of you both. They say you can't get someone to do something
they don't want under hypnosis, but I just had to find all the right
incentives. I played you both off against each other to get you where I
wanted you. As I got deeper control it became simpler, and I got better
at it. You have all sorts of lovely triggers inside you now."

"You turned me into a woman?"

"I think you'll find that you did. I just helped you choose the path.
The tits are still special. They're silly string, or something, and they
don't stop growing. All the biggest names in big boob entertainment have
them, though they're banned now. You either need to visit a doctor once
a month to keep them to size, or replace them with normal implants."

"I'll just get them cut off!"

"That will cost, and you don't have any money. Plus I really think that
you won't want to. After all, they simply feel too good!" She said as
she reached across to squeeze them, and I gasped as the thrill ran
through me and my nipples grew erect. "I think you like them!" She
grinned nastily. "I programmed you to love any sexual physical contact,
especially with men. You might not like them as boyfriends, but you
can't resist them as partners. You're simply a slut. My slutty sister."

"I'm not your sister and I never will be!" I cried out in the back of the
car, perhaps fortunate that our driver had a partition. "When this car
stops I'm getting out and leaving."

She gave me a sideways glance and a raised eyebrow. "I won't stop you.
I can make Mum forget you as easily as I made her think you were
different people as you changed. But you might realise that you have a
free home, and a job, which will go if you disappear. My David, your
Doctor, will organise keeping your boobs at that size you have now if you
stay. That is, as long as you're a good girl. Then eventually you'll be
able to afford to change to normal implants. I'm sure by then you won't
be considering a double mastectomy anymore."

My frustration caused tears to well up in my eyes. "Now, now," soothed
Bella, reaching for a tissue to dab my eyes, "we can't have that, your
makeup will run!"

"I can't believe what you've done to me!" I wailed.

"I couldn't believe what you were doing to two families," she replied
calmly. "Perhaps after the wedding you will understand."

And so I went through with the wedding. Bella was chief bridesmaid, and
Liz's best friend was her maid of honour. Ben looked more dashing than I
think I ever did in a wedding suit. He became my father, apparently
signing an adoption certificate as well as the wedding certificate. I
wondered how I could be adopted at my age, but apparently I'd signed a
consent form. Nobody had tried to pass me off as under eighteen. As my
new 'Dad', Ben was unlikely to do anything with me. Oh, I was sure that
some men would, but they were few and far between.

While Liz and Ben were on their honeymoon, Bella looked after me. She
was nice sometimes, as long as I wasn't fighting her. She took me out a
lot, and made sure I became well known in the local area. She always
looked after me and made sure I didn't get into the wrong crowds, and
that I always made it home. Eventually. Dr. Woodforde implanted some
long term hormones, to replace the pills I'd been taking, ever since
Bella told me they were slimming pills. That was a joke.

I think I got used to sex, but not to men. There were a couple that
wanted more than just a blow-job. A couple out of hundreds. All the
while I was living with my ex-girlfriend, watching her go to bed every
night with another man. Another man who occasionally glanced at my tits,
but never went to touch them, no matter how much I wished he would. Oh,
and Dr. Woodforde kept them in trim too. I had to pay - a large portion
of my secretary's pay - as it was a private service, but he regularly
drained the 'serum' and kept my breasts at a reasonably bearable E cup.

At least I had my job, still a PA in Liz's office, and eventually, after
months of working hard, her PA again. Of course, I found out before the
rest of the office did that she was getting a promotion. Due to not
wanting to be accused of favouritism, she couldn't take me with her to
the floor above. Oh, well, I was working my way back to becoming a
manager again anyway. I couldn't stay as a secretary forever. I just
needed my new boss to sponsor me along the path with some free time and
training courses so that I could earn my qualifications back. Then the
money might help me get a place of my own and away from this hell.

So it was exciting to find out who Liz and her bosses had chosen to
become my new boss. I tapped on the office door first thing on the
Monday morning. A bright, female voice invited me in. I opened the
door.

"Are you just going to stand there gaping, girl? You must be Missy?
I've been so looking forward to meeting you. Liz has told me all about
you." She came around her desk offering her hand. "I'm Kathy. But you
probably already knew that."