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WANTED by Elaine Please do not read any further if: 1. You are under the age of 16, or 2. You are offended by explicit sexual and/or erotic writing. This long story describes situations where genetic males are offered the opportunity to live and work in the female clothes and to become members of the opposite sex. If this sort of story is likely to offend you, then please do not continue. There may be areas of attitude or technical content that might be wrong but the original project was to produce a fantasy story that I'm sure many TG lovers will appreciate. I have taken great pains to ensure the spelling and grammar are correct and I hope that the location makes a welcome change from downtown USA. The characters portrayed in this story are not connected with anyone living or dead. This is the third and final submission of this story and it is now essentially complete. The first and second submissions contained some minor errors and inconsistencies and I would recommend reading it again from scratch. I dedicate this story to the memory of Gaye or Tommie who went happily for her SRS in Thailand in October 1998 and who died of complications after the operation. Gaye was a happy girl who loved giggling and she died knowing that she was finally a woman. Life can be a bitch sometimes. Please let me know on what you think [email protected], I would appreciate any comments and story ideas. Regards Elaine. WANTED by Elaine ? Chapter 1 The background "WANTED TV/TS to become housekeeper to recent widower father in the Edinburgh area. Successful applicant must be totally convincing and will be expected to live en femme 24 hours a day. Duties will include those of housekeeper, some light gardening duties and looking after children. Excellent salary, clothing allowance and free board. Apply to Box XXXX with a recent photograph." My name is Richard Mitchell and I have had transgendered leanings ever since I was a boy. I often dressed up in my sister's clothes in secret. My late wife knew all about my passion but had asked that I do nothing to upset our generally happy marriage. She discovered my horde of clothes by accident in the attic one day and promptly threw them out when I confessed that they had belonged to me. Consequently I had not dressed in years and in any case I was not convincing at 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at over 15 stones and possessing a moustache and bushy eyebrows. I guess over 20 years of high levels of testosterone flowing through my veins had made some pretty irreversible changes. Despite my wife's opposition and lack of understanding, I had never made the effort to take matters further with regard to affairs or one-night stands. I just wasn't like that and I suppose I loved her too much. Now that my sweet wife and companion had suddenly died after a short illness, I decided to realise one of my fantasies by trying to have a relationship with another transgendered person. My wife had been caring and hard working, sharing my life for the last 20 years but I knew now it was time for a completely fresh start. I had a single healthy eight-year-old daughter and I obviously had to stop working full time to look after her. Not that I needed the money. We had a large house set in three acres of woodland just out in the country not far from the city bypass. My wife and I had each held a large unit trust and share portfolio and the house was worth well over a quarter of a million pounds. After a few months of mourning and some cajoling by friends and relatives, I finally resolved to start another relationship. If I couldn't pass myself as the mother and housewife, then the next best thing would be to obviously help someone else. Who knows perhaps ultimately it would herald the start of a new long-term situation. I scanned the Internet of course and had seen what was possible with some very convincing and passable post-op and pre-op, transsexuals, she-males and transvestites on display around the world. That was what I wanted, I decided, someone who could in all respects pass off completely as a woman with little difficulty and possibly have the disposition of a woman. That meant not only looking but also having the mannerisms and the instincts of a female. Those instincts would include cleaning the floor after the dog came in after chasing rabbits or wiping up any vomit from my sometimes-sick daughter. Just a few weeks after my advert appeared, I was truly surprised when the contact magazine sent in the first responses. Some were dressed en femme but most just looked like men in drag rather than the convincing ultra feminine person I was looking for. Two though were possible candidates, so I decided to invite them for an interview and a test day at my house. Chapter 2. The first Interview The first interview was with a 19 year old transvestite from a town just north of the capital. From the colour photographs he had sent, he looked quite passable with what I supposed was a blonde shoulder length wig and good makeup. He had bushy eyebrows but his face looked female enough. His legs were long and thin and he had declared himself interested in the position and possibly undergoing full surgery if everything went well. I met him at Waverley station and he was dressed smartly in clean jeans and a sweatshirt. His name was Alexander and he said that I should call him Sandy. "Hi Thanks for coming," I said shaking his hand. In the other he carried a small suitcase and on his back was a small rucksack. "Pleased to meet you, sir," He said his voice soft and not unduly hoarse. "Just call me Richard," I said. "We can talk on the way home, my car is on a double yellow line, so please quickly follow me." I helped him deposit his bags in the back of the car and we started off on the 10-mile journey to my home. "So Sandy why do you want to do this?" I asked after moving up the ramp in the Land Rover. "Well, I have been a TV all my life. I used to dress when I was really young and I really enjoyed wearing some of my mother's clothes when she went out to work. There is not much I don't know about dressing as a woman. I brought some clothes, shoes and make-up to show you later that I can pass." "I see," I said my voice suddenly dry. "Do you dress now?" Quickly recovering. "No, not as much as I would like. My mum knows about me and she hates it so she has warned me that if she caught me again she would throw me out of the house. Obviously living with you would mean that I could indulge in dressing full time." "Apart from dressing do you have any other feminine traits?" I asked. "I like to be clean and to be neat and tidy in everything I do." He asked. "Give me some examples?" I asked as we crossed the roundabout on the city bypass and headed south. "Well I like to keep my room tidy, my clothes are always pressed and cleaned and I don't like to have dirty hair." "I noticed your hair was long, why do you keep it in a ponytail?" "Because it is easy to manage and it doesn't look too effeminate," he replied. "I have been mistaken for a girl from the back when I have been in a bar with it combed out." "Would you get it permed if you lived with me?" I asked. "Yes I would wear it out all the time and it would be nice to get some highlights added," he smiled. "Can you undo your hair for me now?" "Sure." Sandy undid his rubber band and I could see his long hair cascade around his face. He was about to gather it up when I asked him not to. "From now on until you leave I want you to wear your hair out like that if don't mind. You didn't say if you were working at the moment," I added. "I work as a waiter in a big hotel in Perth. It's a good job but the pay isn't very good. I work 5 days a week with most weekends working," he explained. "If I were to give you an offer would you be able to get at least two references for me. Obviously you will be responsible for the day to day running of the house and will obviously have to control an allowance for food, clothes and other household expenses. I obviously must be satisfied that you can provide me with top class references," I continued. "I understand, Richard. I should be able to obtain a reference from my doctor, my restaurant manager and my local councillor who I've helped with local events in the recent past," he replied. "If you could organise that, that will help me enormously though I should stress that there would also have to be a probationary period for both parties." "OK, I'll get something to you as soon as possible if you make me an offer," he declared. Soon we were approaching my house, Sandy asked about my family and the house and I explained about my young daughter, our animals including two ponies and looking after the house. "I'm basically looking for a new partner to help me manage my life," I told him. When we arrived I gave him a guided tour around the house and I showed him what would be his bedroom and his own private space. We sat down and had some tea and it was decided that he should dress "en femme" for the next part of the interview. He picked up his bag and asked where the bathroom was. I pointed him in the right direction and left him to it while I attended to the morning mail. After about 20 minutes I could hear her coming down the stairs and it was obvious that Sandy was not as experienced in dressing that she had made out. She was still very pretty but I though she needed to be more refined to meet my exacting requirements. To break the ice I rose and pulled out a seat and asked her to sit down. "Thank you," she whispered through plum coloured lips. "I'm feeling rather nervous about this because nobody has ever seen me like this before," she exclaimed. "I thought your mother had discovered you in the past," I asked looking critically at her from the other end of the table. She lowered her eyes and looked at her nails to make sure that the dark red polish wasn't smudged. "Yes but never like this with full make up, nail polish and a dress and shoes." "How do the clothes make you feel?" I curiously asked. "Like this was the way I was supposed to be. I feel that the clothes are really part of expressing my feminine side. I wanted to show you that my mannerisms and taste were good and that I could apply my make up well." "You certainly achieved that but I can see that you have a long way to go. I know that you are still a closet transvestite do you think that you could pass as my housekeeper full time and how far would you be prepared to go to achieve that aim. Would you consider taking hormones or even taking the final operation?" I asked firing several questions while staring at the slightly nervous but pretty blonde girl in front of me. "I have to be honest in that it would take a little time to achieve the required standard but I think practice would make me perfect. If I lived here then I would have to arrange an appointment with the local medical practice about taking hormones and so on." "What about going outside, going on the school run? Can you drive? You would have to mix with other women dropping off their children at school. Could you pass convincingly enough?" "At this stage, I never gone out except late night down some secluded streets and that was scary enough. My heart would be in my mouth but I'm willing to try it now if you like. Perhaps we could go shopping for some clothes or cosmetics. I can drive and I like the company of women," she added quickly. "OK that makes sense. Let's go out but if you go into my room you will find a pair of 3" court shoes next to the bed to replace those granny shoes you're wearing. Please put them on and come back downstairs. I'll have a coat ready for you by then." The boy-girl ran upstairs and found my wife's old shoes and surprisingly they were a very good fit. She walked around and soon found her balance in the heels from the rather flat-heeled shoes she was wearing previously. She walked carefully downstairs and arrived in the kitchen to find me holding up a beautiful fur lined coat that had belonged to my wife. She put her arms in the sleeves and pulled it shut as we headed to the door. "I would expect you to wear shoes with heels most of the time, I'm afraid. Even when cleaning the carpet. Though obviously other boots and shoes would be needed for walking outside in muddy conditions," I said as she turned quite expertly in her new shoes. I held her close and gave her a cuddle, she looked up into my eyes and I kissed her on the forehead. "What ever happens, I want you to know, I really appreciate the effort you have made today." She responded with a kiss on the lips and I found us holding each other together in a long embrace. We moved slightly together like a couple in a slow romantic dance. I could feel my erection growing against her waist and so did she. "You like this don't you," she said. "You can't believe how much," I replied. "Try me," she said. "I think that you should dress full time even if you don't get this job," I said as I took her arm and led her out of the door towards the car. "I think it is the way you should be." "Where do you want to go first?" she asked taking the passenger seat of the 4x4 again. "There is a new shopping mall that has just opened on the east side of town and I figured we could perhaps buy you a new skirt or a dress. Perhaps even some new make-up as a reward for coming here today." I drove quickly and talked about her other interests. She told me that she liked driving since she had passed her test at the first attempt though she had recently picked up three penalty points on her licence for speeding at Newbridge. "I wondered why everyone slowed down and I soon found out," she told me all about the speed camera that clocked her doing 65mph in a 50mph zone. "I also love animals and children. I've always had a dog and we have three cats at home and I've even looked after my sister's children for a time when she went into hospital. I did the full thing feed, clean and bathe them. Read stories, take them for walks and tuck them up in bed," she explained. "Oh how long did you do that?" I asked very interested. "She went into hospital on the Tuesday evening and I stayed with them until she was released over a week later. I stayed a few more days until she was able to get back on her feet again so I was with them for nearly two weeks. It was great fun. When her husband was at work and the children were sleeping I would dress up in her clothes," he smiled happily at the thought. I asked several supplemental questions and indicated that the successful candidate would not only act and behave as female with me but also with everyone else and had to do so without detection. Soon we were entering our first port of call; a woman's clothes shop. I told Sandy I wanted her to buy a navy blue skirt and she looked through the racks before moving to the sales assistant at the counter to ask for assistance. I tagged along behind pretending to be the disinterested husband or boyfriend. Soon she was modelling some skirts and after each change came out to ask my opinion. Eventually she had chosen a slim pencil skirt that suited her 28" waist and that came just below the knees. "I like the way it feels on my legs. It restricts my leg movements and makes me want to take smaller feminine steps," she said at me. "It would be even worse if that rear slit wasn't there," I added. "You can show me how good you are with a needle and thread when we get back and sew that up," I joked. "Lets see about some make-up for you now," and we headed towards the chemist's shop next door. "I want you to buy the items on this list and pay for them at the checkout," and I handed her the list, which read as follows. 1 box of regular Tampax 1 box of panty liners 1 false nail kit 1 tube of blue Mascara 2 Matching nail polish and lipsticks 1 bottle of Charlie perfume 1 Pair of Lycra navy blue stockings 1 packet of cleansing wipes 1 bottle of polish remover 1 bottle of liquid foundation. I returned to the car while she entered the hall of femininity. Soon she was exiting and waving a full plastic bag of items as I stood by the car getting some fresh air. "Right now it's time to go and pick up Rachel my daughter, do you mind?" I asked. "No, I managed to get everything you asked for and here is your change," she said slipping me some coins back. "Thanks," I said. "Could you spray some perfume on and start with some of the make-up when we get to the school. You should have 15 minutes before she comes out." Soon we were parked up and waiting for Rachel to appear. To the perfume, Sandy quickly added some mascara, some liquid foundation and replaced her existing lipstick with a new darker stay proof shade. Smacking her lips she asked how she looked. I said fine but suggested that she give her long hair another brush. Rachel soon appeared out of the school gate and walked quickly over carrying her green rucksack that matched her regulation uniform green blazer and kilt. "Hi dad," she shouted as she took her seat. "Who's this? Have you got a new girl friend?" "No this is a friend of mine from Perth who is visiting today. Rachel this Sandy Veitch." My daughter was polite and shook hands with Sandy and smiled. "Right let's go," I said buckling my seat belt and we headed home. As we drove along I explained that Sandy was applying for the post of resident housekeeper after that I explained that I needed help to run the house and she listened intently before commenting. "Sandy do you like ponies? When we get home, I would like to introduce you to my pony." "Yes, I like all kinds of animals including horses. What do you call your pony?" "She's called Nutmeg. She's too young to be ridden yet but I like to take her walks and feeding her. Would you like to help me?" Rachel asked. "I don't know, your father and I have some more business to discuss," she replied. "It's OK there should be time for that," I said. "I can run you back to the station after supper, if you would like to stay later." After consulting her train timetable, Sandy declared that there was a last train at 10:30pm that would get her back home just before midnight. "If you don't mind I could catch that one home and help Rachel with Nutmeg. That would be fun." After reaching home, I helped the two girls out of the car with Sandy having difficulties with the tight skirt she now wore and the height of my car above the ground. I watched her walk in front of me with her heels clicking on the paving slabs as she moved toward the door of the house. "Rachel could you go upstairs and get your homework done. Sandy and I have some things to discuss. Give me a shout if you can't do it." I said as she disappeared upstairs to begin her chore. Sandy meanwhile had started a kettle boiling and was making a couple of mugs of coffee for her and myself. She soon brought me my coffee and we went into my den to continue our interview. "Look I'll be honest you have great potential. Rachel seems to have immediately taken a shine to you and I have too but I have one more interview to conduct and I won't be able to make a decision until then. I think that your lack of time in female clothes is a disadvantage and it will take time for your mannerisms to be fine tuned. Do you agree?" "Yes, I agree but I hope that I have shown my enthusiasm and that I can be accepted by your daughter as her new governess and confidante." "Is there anything else you want to ask me?" I asked "Yes, I would like to confirm that I would be expected to wear female clothes at all times. Can I wear jeans or sweat shirts?" "Yes of course, though they will of course be in feminine styles. I would expect you to follow a set dress code at all times with regard to all your clothing, shoes and makeup," I replied. "What would you expect of me," she asked somewhat shocked. "Well all items would be female including night dresses or pyjamas in bed." "Can I ask you some questions?" she asked. "Sure." I replied "Why are you doing this?" "I thought that it was simple, I've always considered myself to be in the wrong body for my sex and it's obvious that I would look ridiculous in drag with my height and build. So I thought I could live with transforming someone else and hope that I could fulfil my fantasies that way." "I see," she said ingesting my last statement. "Would you like to start a relationship with the successful candidate or will it be purely business?" she asked after some thought. "That would depend on circumstances," I replied. "What circumstances?" "Well whether we could get along together and become intimate. I wouldn't expect that to happen automatically but I wouldn't say no if it did. If you and I fell for each other, then, yes marriage is a possibility. Obviously everything would have to be done to my complete satisfaction with regard to your surgery and transition to full womanhood," I replied. "Do you have any other fantasies and fetishes that I should know about?" she suddenly asked. "Look at this stage, the post is open for a transgendered housekeeper and governess, nothing more, nothing less. If we become intimate then you will learn more about my darker side but of course it will be your decision whether you want to become more actively involved. The important thing is that the successful candidate would help me run this house." "Who will fund the transition?" She asked. "I will fund all treatments that can't be obtained on the National Health Service. There is a clothing allowance of ?200 per month for the first six months. There is free board and lodging, the salary would be ?1000 per month cash paid in arrears." "Wow, that's great that's almost double what I make at work," she said. Just then I could hear Rachel moving about above and it was obvious that her homework had finished. "We had better hurry now," I said and we moved out back into the kitchen. "I would like to give you another hug to thank you for coming here," I said. "OK," and she reached forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Oops, I'm sorry I left a lipstick mark," she said and took a tissue to wipe my face just as my daughter entered. "Rachel can you show Sandy to my bedroom and find her some of your mum's old clothes if she is to help you with your pony," I said as I continued wiping my cheek. Soon both girls were back and Sandy was dressed in a pair of jeans and a check shirt that flattered her small bustline. Sandy put on a pair of my wife's wellingtons and went outside to help Rachel groom the pony and then muck out the pony's stall. As the pair went, I started the process of making supper and soon had the oil fired range singing with home produced boiling potatoes, a meat pie and vegetables. Within 20 minutes, I was shouting on both of them to come in and get their supper. Sandy arrived first her perfume masked by the strong odour of horse. She quickly washed up and started helping me to serve the meal onto the plates on the table. Rachel panting after running back was in a happy mood laughing. "Sandy got too close to Nutmeg when she was eating and she kicked out at her," laughed Rachel. "I did tell her to watch out for that but she wasn't quick enough." "Are you OK," I asked Sandy. "Yes just a little startled that's all. I'm sure I'll have a bruise on my thigh tomorrow though," she added. "Right come on girls, lets get this down us then we must take Sandy to catch her train. If we hurry she can catch the 9:30 back home and that should mean that you Rachel will be in bed before 10:00." Soon we were on the platform, waving goodbye to Sandy who hugged us both and was wearing the same outfit that she had worn earlier while out shopping. I told her to change in one of the toilets and hope that nobody noticed the change in appearance on her exit. Soon she would be a he again. Although she was tired Rachel was tired she passed the comment that Sandy was odd. "Dad I think Sandy is a man wearing a dress," she suddenly declared shortly after starting back home. "Rachel I will have to explain to you why Sandy is who she is but not now but I promise it will be soon, OK." "OK Dad," she replied sleepily from the rear of the car. Chapter 3. The second Interview The second reply came from a young pre-op transsexual who incredibly lived just 10 miles away. I can't really call her a man because she made a very convincing woman. She was originally called Andrew and had already started the transition. She also came complete with a new chosen name of Andrea. We agreed to meet at a pub halfway between our houses one night after I had dropped off Rachel at my sister in law's house. On first sight, Andrea was quite attractive with a lovely body, well developed up top and attractive long wavy brunette hair. She was extremely convincing. Her face was very feminine and it was difficult to imagine any maleness in her at all. Her make up was tastefully applied with plum lip colour matching her long nails. She had sent me a photo so it was a simple task to identify her in this quiet pub. I asked if she would like to stay for a drink or go for a meal in the adjoining restaurant. "A meal would be nice," she said softly as the words exited from both carefully coloured lips. "Never mind the meal, you look good enough to eat," I joked. "You look fantastic," and I took her hand and led her over to the other side of the inn. I couldn't help noticing her long nails that made her hands look much slender. As we took our seats, I held her hand out and looked at it. "I like your nails, when I mucked about with make up and stuff when I was younger I used to play around with nail polish and false nails all the time. They are so impracticable that I couldn't work a keyboard, and they used to hurt my fingers. I take it those are all your own work." "Yes I like having long nails but they do take some getting used to. I have all the right stuff to repair them if they split or crack and I like to have a manicure when I get my hair done," said Andrea. "Well the effort was worthwhile because they are pretty spectacular." On the way over to our table, I had noticed that she wore a long red dress that came to just below the knees. It revealed what I took to be her own hormone induced but ample 36-inch breasts through a vee-neck opening. Round her neck she wore a double strand of pearls while on her hand there were rings on nearly every finger except her wedding finger. She wore fashionable sling back sandals with two-inch slightly tapered heels, and she wore two pierced earrings in each ear. One was an ornate gold loop while the other was a simple gold stud. We chatted for ten minutes about the position in between selecting our meal from the menu. Each time I looked at her she was looking quite demure with her long lashes hiding her eyes as she scanned the food lists. We talked briefly about her role if it was offered much like I had done with Sandy. I soon brought up the subject of her reasons for making the transition and how far down the line she was. As we waited for the food to arrive, she started talking and went back to the beginning of her reasons for starting the transition. "One Saturday, my parents left me at home when they went off to a wedding and after playing in my room on that miserable wet day, I went into their bedroom to nose around. I knew from experience that my dad usually had some pornographic magazines stashed under the bed. I soon found them and started flicking through the pages and pages of nude lady photographs. He worked on the railway and he was always finding magazines like those on the trains. They were the usual Penthouse and Mayfair of course. Not really pornographic but they were more erotic in nature. "In one, I discovered an article about the Transsexual Bond Girl Tula and it even showed full frontal pictures of the woman who used to be a boy. She wore skimpy bathing costumes; she had perfect breasts, a trim waist and so much more. Her hair was long right down past shoulders to the middle of her back and she definitely was a beautiful woman now. "My mouth dropped when I saw her, she was gorgeous, my cock became suddenly violently erect, I was turned on by that and soon rubbed myself to an orgasm. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and how she explained that she could still achieve a full sex life as a woman. "At that time, my mother and I were the same height (5 foot four inches) and after I cleaned up I went to her closet and tried on her clothes, first some tights, and then panties stuffed inside a bra, a blouse and a ladies kilt that she rarely wore. It felt great; I immediately became erect and had to come again. "I knew that my folks wouldn't be back for another six hours or so. So I stripped off and had a bath in mum's bath salts. I got out and dried myself off. At 13 and pre puberty I didn't have much body hair, so I just got dressed in a long lime green evening gown she had worn once to a party. It was lined with satin and felt great against my skin. It had lots of fancy embroidery and glass jewels sewed into the bodice. I had never worn anything like it before so I enjoyed the electric feeling the clothes gave me. "I had already slipped on lingerie such as a bra, panties and stockings when I selected a pair of mum's highest heels and then sat down at her dressing table. The dress had some light boning inside and despite my slight frame was holding me very tightly. I liked the way the dress hugged my body, it was a feeling that had felt so good. "I sat down and started to apply makeup. I guess that I used far too much and eventually had a disaster with the nail polish when I spilled some while doing the nails on my right hand. I tried to clean it up but succeeded in making it worse." "What happened?" I asked after listening to this first long explanation from Andrea. "The nail polish remover attacked the plastic veneer covering on the dressing table and it wouldn't come out. By the time Mum and Dad came home I cleared up everything else and even tidied up my own room. They seemed pleased that everything seemed fine but then mum noticed the mess on the table a day later and confronted me with the situation. She asked point blank if I had been doing something with her make up. Lying through my teeth, I said "No" but she eventually extracted a confession out of me. "I told her what had happened and how it had happened and rather than being angry at me, she turned her anger towards my Dad for leaving that stuff lying around under the bed. But I think she had already decided that their marriage was failing anyway and this didn't help, pretty soon they were divorced and apart from the odd weekend with my dad, I lived with Mum. "A couple of weeks later, I was at home from school after suffering an upset tummy and while mum was at work, I again gave myself free access to her wardrobe. I dug around in the back of all her drawers and came out with this incredibly sexy red Basque and a pair of sexy black seemed stockings with a cute bow at the heel. It was obviously something my dad had bought her and she didn't want to throw out but probably now never wore. "The Basque had three suspenders on each side for stockings and it took some effort to get it hooked up correctly. I had filled some balloons with warm water and stuck them in the matching red bra I wore. The feeling of wearing the tight Basque was incredible as I put it on. My waist was compressed and my chest stuck out further with the balloons bouncing quite realistically. Soon I was also dressed in a tight skirt and blouse. "My hair was always long then and I brushed it out in a feminine style and applied make-up before settling down to orgasm again. As I started stroking myself through the red knickers, I couldn't believe it when I heard my mum drive up. I got up off the bed and stared in horror as I saw her lock the car door and then stride towards the house. Then I saw her turn and head towards the washing line to retrieve her washing "I quickly ran downstairs and locked the front door to give myself a few more minutes to change back. I ran back upstairs, started the shower and tried to disrobe as quickly as I could. She had approached the door by this time carrying the wash basket and when she found that she couldn't get in using her key she started ringing the doorbell. Reluctantly I stepped into the shower and I could hear her calling my name. "I scrubbed my face raw trying to extract all the traces of make-up and lipstick that I had painstakingly applied just minutes before. My nails were still pink and her clothes still littered the bathroom as my mum walked in 5 minutes later having used her spare back door key to gain access to the house. "I thought you were up to something when you didn't answer the door bell, but Andrew I didn't think that it would be this again," she looked shocked. "When you have finished cleaning up, come into my bedroom and we will talk about this." "I was shaking like a leaf, she hadn't seen me dressed but the evidence was overwhelming that I had been using her make-up and clothes. I slowly dried off and carried her stuff back into the bedroom. She was sitting on her dressing table chair with her legs crossed with tears in her eyes. Soon I was crying too. "I dropped her stuff on the bed and ran to her and cuddled her, she kissed me and stroked my long hair. Then she pulled back and looking in my face, asked me why was I dressing up in her clothes. What was the point of this strange behaviour? "I had always been brought up to be honest so I thought that I would tell her what I've just told you and I was relieved when she cuddled me some more." "I told her that I loved being dressed as a girl and wearing women's clothes. I knew that it was wrong but I just couldn't stop. I told her that I wanted to wear them all the time. I also told her about wearing her lingerie and the water balloons nestling in the bra. "At first she stared at me with an open mouth as I told her all this but soon she was asking me questions about what I wore and how I felt. Soon I was telling her about my feelings and related some earlier experiences when I had tried on her wedding dress when I was about five. "Oh so it was you who damaged it," she replied. "Well to be honest I've always wanted a daughter instead of a son so if you want to be girl, then I'll think I'll just have to help you to fulfil your wish." "She asked to see me dressed as I had been before with make up on and I slowly replaced all the items I had so hastily removed. She helped me with my make-up and we laughed as she smudged my lipstick. The result was a bit slutty but I was content and she seemed to enthuse over my transformation. She could also see my erection poke out from the front of her dress." "You know you are quite passable as a girl and I've decided that if you want to be a girl, I'll help you," she said as she twisted me from side to side. "I think that you will need to have some assistance," she added with a smile as she kissed me fresh on the lips. Our lipsticks merged erotically together and I pushed my lips back. "I spent the rest of the day with her and she told me that I was really too young to be a woman that I had tried to portray. She said I should consider making the transition from boyhood to girlhood first. She helped me disrobe later that night and handed me a baby doll nightie and stroked my hair until I went to sleep seeing the happy smile on her face." "What happened then?" I asked intrigued. "Well over the next few days we talked and she declared that if I went through puberty as a boy, I would never look convincing as a girl. We talked and talked some more and finally she decided that the only solution was that I should start taking female hormones that would keep me from developing into a man. From that day on except for a few special occasions, I never dressed as a boy again. It took quite a bit of getting used to wearing skirts and dresses all the time but soon it was second nature. "Since I was only 13, I also had to dress the part properly with clothes normally worn by a 13 year old girl. That included knee socks, jeans, and trainers but in a feminine style. She had my hair cut from its normal long straight style to a more feminine bouncy style. My nails were allowed to grow out and she told me that I would only be allowed to use French polish or pale pink instead of the slutty dark reds that I had previously worn. She pierced my ears and plucked my eyebrows to achieve a more feminine arch. As Andrea took another sip from her glass of wine, I looked at her and could see that her eyebrows were exquisitely contoured with no long hairs present to indicate her former status. Soon she was back on her narrative; "She also quickly had a prescription for birth control pills from her local doctor. Instead of her taking a pill every day to keep away an unwanted pregnancy that wouldn't happen anyway with her now single life-style, I took them instead. "The birth control pills were better than nothing but eventually we found a source of female hormones and slowly I started filling out in all the right or wrong places. Because all this took place before the on-set of puberty, my voice never broke and my Adam's apple never grew. "Over the next few years, mum though managed to keep me on hormones until I was able to attend the doctor in my own right. During that time my breasts filled out into about an A cup. At 16 I was able to explain the situation to the doctor and was given a proper prescription for hormone treatment. Just a couple of months ago I had breast implants. I'm now a full 36 C cup and I love the way they feel," she said pointing to an impressive front area. "I never dress as a man now, all my male clothes with the exception of a few pairs of jeans and T-shirts were thrown out and now male clothes wouldn't fit me. I don't really consider myself to be male and mum and I get on really well together. We act like a couple of sisters. I'm really happy, I'm 18 and I like all the latest fashions." I asked, "OK you have the appearance of a girl how do you feel about behaving as a girl? Obviously women have different instincts to men with regard to cleaning and looking after a home. My late wife was forever using the vacuum cleaner, because she was house-proud and she took great delight in looking after my daughter and her activities. There is cleaning and so many other domestic chores such as ironing that men never do but are normally expected of women. This position will mean you doing many dreary female things. How do you feel about that?" "Well since my mum discovered me dressing she told me that if I was going to dress as a female that I would have to learn to be a female completely. That meant she insisted that I clean up the house, prepare meals and generally act the part of a girl." "I see," I said, "so you have no problem with domestic duties then." "None at all, in fact I quite enjoy them. The biggest problem I have is that because of my TG status, all the local employers won't take the risk of employing me. They also see my attendance at the special school in my resume. At the interviews I've had, the people have been quite abusive. That's one of the reasons I decided to apply for this job," she explained. "Well as far as I can see, you meet most of my requirements but I feel that you will need to visit my home to decide whether we can have a formal contract drawn up. It may be that there are some things that you don't like. Do you have any questions for me?" I asked. "Yes obviously I was wondering where you got your idea and interest in a transgendered housekeeper and if you had designs in starting a personal relationship with the successful applicant." "Well let's say that I have had TG leanings all my life and I can view the problems of TG people such as yourself with some sympathy and understanding. The position offers a TG person with a wonderful opportunity to make a contribution to my life and to that of my daughter. If a personal relationship develops then it happens, I won't complain. You do make a very attractive woman Andrea and I wouldn't say no to making love to you if the opportunity arose. However the real reason is the position I am offering" "Thanks for that compliment," she blushed. "I'm reassured that you don't want to get me into bed at the first opportunity." "Have you decided to go for the final surgery or do you want to keep your penis?" I asked. "No decision has been made as yet, obviously with all the female hormones I have taken, my penis is now quite small. It never becomes erect now but I still get some pleasure from having it touched by other people. My testes are also very small and I am told no longer produce significant amounts of male hormone. I still have another 6 months to live as a woman before I see my Psychiatrist again and I can gain that all important surgery referral." "Is it something you want?" I asked "I think so, but at this stage the doctor has the final say. His opinion so far is that I would make an ideal candidate for SRS but as I say he will not make his decision final for another six months. From what I've heard, the operation can be quite painful and is not always a success. " "You said you dressed from the age of 13, did you have any problems attending school and in your other activities." "Well my mother talked to the headmaster and it was decided that to suddenly dress as a girl after years as a boy would be impractical. Between them they arranged a transfer to a special needs school and I dressed in female clothes full time thereafter. I joined the girl guides and had dancing lessons and did all the other things teenage girls do such as horse riding, swimming and going to pop concerts." "You said your mum and dad divorced. How did he react to your change?" "He was furious at first and tried to get some legal means to get custody of me. My mum refused to give in to his demands though and he died a little later before the case went to court." "Do you have any other relatives or friends who know about your situation?" I asked as we settled back to enjoy our coffee. "I don't have any other living brothers and sisters but my mum's younger sister has taken a keen interest in me and helps me with buying clothes and make up. We do a lot of things together," said Andrea. "How did she react at first to your transition?" "Quite well, she and I had always got on well together because she was only a couple of years older than me. When I changed she teased me. She called me a sissy and so on but all that has stopped now. I would say that she treats me quite well. We go horse riding, swimming and do other things together. Recently she has moved into our house and with mum we are like three sisters together." "What reaction did your grand parents give? Were they supportive?" "None of them understood. After Dad left us both his parents avoided contact anyway and both died within a few weeks of each other last year. My mum's Dad died when she was little but my granny and her second husband were disturbed about what happened at the time. They both accept me now though. All in all everything is cool at the moment." "Have you ever kissed a boy or had sexual relations?" "Oh I have kissed a few at parties and such like but I've never dated any or had full sexual relations. Though I expect that will be difficult even after my operation." "Why?" "Oh it's not something that I think will come easily. I mean any man would really want a stable relationship with a girl who can give him a family. I would have to tell him right out at the start that I was a TG woman and that I couldn't have children. As a TG it would be virtually impossible to adopt children even though I love children very much." "Talking of children, how would you react to looking after my eight year old girl." "Oh it would be a wonderful challenge. I would be able to relate to her and help her adjust to approaching womanhood because I have just gone through something similar or be doing the same thing myself." "OK," I said picking up the bill and leaving a healthy tip for the excellent food and service that we had just received. "I would like to invite you to visit my home, when can you come? If you'd like I could pick you up and take you there tomorrow." "I can't tomorrow but I'm free on the next day," she said as I helped her put on her coat. I took in her perfume and her long curly hair. As she turned to smile at me I asked her, "What time?" "How about 10:30 in the morning?" "Can I pick you up at your home?" "Yes that should be fine." She looked up at me and then she reached up on her toes. Stretching she kissed me on the cheek. She only had a little lipstick on after her meal but that didn't matter much. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "Because I wanted to and you have been very understanding over the last hour or so. In fact you are probably been the most understanding male I've ever met and I just wanted to show my appreciation for the meal and the chat we have just had." "Well thanks for that," I said still rubbing my cheek to clean its imaginary coating of lipstick. "Can I give you a lift anywhere?" I asked. "Yes you could take me home please and it would help you find my place on Friday," she replied. Soon I was walking her to her door and she took her key from her clutch bag and opened up the door. Standing on the doorstep she was level with my face and she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "Thanks for such a lovely evening," she said and soon she was gone. I went back to my car feeling really happy. On the way back home, I decided that Andrea was the better of the two applicants. She was far more advanced than Sandy. She was also more convincing. She had lived as a girl and a young woman for almost 5 years and were keen to go through with the surgery. The only stumbling block was her relative youth and I was at least double her age. Even as I walked back from the garage to the house, I went through the pros and cons of each applicant in turn. The main consideration that came to me was that Andrea was quite beautiful and she did like me. I went to bed happier than I had been for a long time. After taking Rachel to school the next day, I decided to make sure that Andrea would feel welcome at my home. I decided to buy her some flowers as a thank you for attending the interview. The following day I turned up at 10:30 at her house as arranged and she ran out of her front door towards me. She wore a pair of women's slacks, a pair of flat-heeled pumps, a blouse and a simple lady's tweed jacket. In her hand she carried a holdall and that she quickly placed in the back seat of the car. Entering the car, she reached over and gave me a peck on the cheek and I could see the lipstick mark in the mirror as I drove back home. Soon we were turning up the long drive and I could see that the house and the grounds impressed her. "The garden was my wife's pride and joy. She loved her flowers and I'm sure that you will have every opportunity to discuss the garden with our gardener when he visits once a week," I said. "It will be your job to give him his instructions each time he visits." I gave her a guided tour of the grounds before we turned to the main house. I showed her the bedrooms including the room that would be hers if she accepted the position. I showed her Rachel's room with its thousands of furry toys and games. "It looks like Rachel has been spoiled despite being only eight years old, she has more toys than most kids see in a lifetime." "Yes her mother and I did tend to spoil her a little," I replied. "I don't give her pocket money but she does get little treats now and again." I showed her my room with its computer workstation and soon I showed her the Internet sites that had led to my interest in this arrangement. She was fascinated to see other pictures of other Transgendered persons on the screen. "What do you think, could you look like her," I asked referring to one picture appearing on the screen." "I can't believe that she wasn't a real woman," she said as the area between her legs emerged penis-less and hairless. "That's incredible," she continued with her mouth open wide. I saved the file to disk before printing it out on my colour printer and then handing it to her. "I see you brought a holdall are you going to change into something else?" I asked. "I wanted to give you a different view of me, so I've brought a skirt, blouse and shoes, and another evening dress. You can stay and watch if you like." Soon she was down to her bra and panties. Quickly she slipped those off and I could see the small tip of her penis between her legs. Her testicles were almost invisible and were patently useless at producing sperm. Soon she started the dressing process slipping on an underwire bra but first showing me her new scars on the underside of her armpits. "The breasts were sore for a few days and it took my back some time to get used to the extra weight. The biggest handicap is that I used to like jogging and I find it extremely painful to do that now. Even with a support bra they flop around too much. I like them do you?" "Yes I do they look incredible, you should take up cycling," I replied "it's probably better for you." Soon she was properly dressed and I watched her brush her hair over her shoulders. She braided it expertly before tying it with a broad dark green ribbon that matched her skirt. "That looks smart, I must say," I said as she twirled about me. "Do you mind if I borrow something of your wife's to wear?" she asked. "No, what?" I asked back. "I really like the pearls hanging up in her jewellery case over there and they would set off this outfit perfectly." "OK," I said and retrieved them from the stand. "All my wife's jewellery now belongs to Rachel but I don't suppose she will mind." Taking the necklace I looped it around her neck and breathed in her warm perfume again. As I did up the clasp, I kissed her on the nape of the neck. She turned and kissed me right back putting her arms around me as she did so. Our lips met and soon we were falling down towards the bed in a tight embrace. We kissed and cuddled. I didn't want to be too pushy with her but soon she was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling me towards her two man made globes. Her nipples and aerole were huge and I was soon sucking on them like a baby. I looked up and could see that she was enjoying the sensations because her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. Soon my hand started worming its way up her skirt but she resisted that move. "I really like you but please be patient with me, I don't want to experience sex until I am a complete woman," she said. "OK," I said. "I can understand that. I am just happy that you find me attractive enough to allow me to kiss and cuddle you." That's what we did for the next 45 minutes until finally she broke free and started moving down my body. Soon she started pulling my belt and then my jeans before pulling my member free. I wasn't a super stud by any means but soon she was sucking me to the biggest erection I have ever had in my life. Weeks of non-activity had left me eager to come and that's what I did with Andrea careful not to take any in her mouth. "Thanks for that," I said glancing at my watch. "That was just incredible. Not even my wife gave me fellatio like that before." She smiled as she wiped up the sticky mess with a paper hankie and then stripped off again. "I think we should shower," she said and we stepped into the cubicle together. Soon we were soaping each other up with me being careful to avoid her pubic area as she requested. I scrubbed her back and helped wash her hair with perfumed shampoo and she reciprocated. Soon we had rinsed off and were lounging in front of a roaring log fire in our dressing gowns drinking hot chocolate. "Listen I didn't expect any of this to happen but I expect that we feel the same way towards each other," I said. "What way is that?" she said teasing. "Oh just that we like each other, I can't say love yet because that comes with time. I'm absolutely infatuated with you and before you say anything it is not because of what you did on the bed," I added. She laughed "I know but I knew that I met all you criterion so I just wanted to show you that the feeling is mutual and that I do care about you." "I can see that this is going to be more than an employer - employee relationship," I said taking a drink. "I guess so," she shrugged making her breasts bounce so much that I wanted to kiss them again. "Listen we need to get dressed and do some shopping but first will you read this contract and sign it if meets with your approval. You will see that the post carries a good salary and other fringe benefits and no other obligations other than the domestic duties outlined." I watched her read the two-page document carefully moving her head slightly as she read each line. She flicked her hair back over her ear as she turned the page and then promptly signed and dated the forms and handed both copies back to me saying. "There should have been a clause indicating that sexual relations are part of the job but other than that it's fine," she laughed out loud. "This makes me very happy Andrea, I think you will find me to be a very good employer," I said as I reached over to kiss her after signing her copy. She quickly got up and moved towards the door on her toes and waltzed up the stairs. Soon she was back dressed in her blue pencil skirt, three inch heels and cream blouse complete with my wife's three string pearl necklace. In each ear she sported a pearl cluster and her hair was dried and braided tightly as before and held with the green ribbon. I kissed her as I passed her on the stair. When I got back down from getting dressed, I found Andrea talking on the phone to her mother. "He's agreed to take me on," I overheard from the other room. "I can't believe that he wanted me. You should see this place, he is absolutely loaded and this job will even pay for the final operation. I couldn't believe that he has even had included a provision for medical expenses in the terms and conditions of the contract. "I could get the operation done tomorrow and start a new life thanks to him. I don't think that I could do that because he is kind of cute and he has been very kind. Though that won't stop me having some fun with him from time to time. "Nothing much just some cross dressing and painted toe nails. Yes that should keep his mind occupied for a little while," I heard her say. At that point I marched in and she quickly hung up the phone. "I didn't hear the phone ring Andrea," I stated. "You didn't, I couldn't wait to phone my Mum to tell her the good news about me getting the job." "Oh," I said. "Is there a problem?" she asked. "No I just wondered who you were talking to. I would be grateful if you could confine your personal telephone calls to the evening in future," I said as tried to assert my authority over the little minx. "In my contract it states that there is a clothing allowance, I was wondering if I could have that please as I desperately need some new clothes," she said as if she ignored my comment. "Sure, I think that this should cover the first month's allowance," I said "Please provide receipts for all clothing purchases any unused allowance is repayable I'm afraid. That means the money must be used for clothing and nothing else." "Well in that case, let's go shopping," she said and we headed for the car. Chapter 4. A new start Soon we were at the same shopping mall that Sandy and I visited and she had selected her wardrobe of dresses and skirts. A couple of pairs of lady's shoes in Shoe City and some make-up in the nearby pharmacy and then we stopped for a late lunch. "So when do you think you will have your operation?" I asked gain straight to the point. "I told you, it's not up to me, it's up to my doctor, but I think it will be soon," she replied in her soft feminine voice. "Do you want it to be soon?" I replied. "Yes, I really want to be a complete woman, it so frustrating being neither one sex or the other," she replied. "You could have the best of both worlds," I said looking into her mascara- covered eyes. "Like a shemale?" she asked. "Yes." "That's not what I want, I would only let any man make love to me when I have my vagina fully healed and functioning," she said. "Have you ever wondered what it was like? Being taken from behind I mean." "No not really that smacks of homosexuality and I don't feel like a homosexual, I just want to do it as a normal woman would." "But you sucked me off this morning, that could be construed to be a homosexual act and some married couples indulge in anal intercourse all the time, so what's the problem?" I asked her. "I know what you mean, but I wanted to show my affection for you. I am not ready to accept anal intercourse until I'm ready. I would like to drop the subject please. Can we talk about your daughter instead?" she asked beating her long feathery eyelashes in my direction. I spent the next five minutes describing Rachel and her interests, which school she went to and what had happened when her mother had died. She had taken it quite hard the poor little soul and she would need a new adult female to look up to as a role model. "It seems that I have my work cut out to give you that, I have only been a full time female for the last five years, your daughter has three more years experience over me. So I will have a lot to learn." "I don't doubt it but Rachel has always been very independent and does things to suit herself all the time. She should be easy enough to look after but she will need things to stimulate her and challenge her over the coming years. The service was dreadful and as we waited, Andrea started to take out her packages and show me what she had bought. First up was her bag of make- up. She had bought some decidedly sexy items including false eyelashes, false nails, mascara, lipstick and foundation creme. Skin toning creams and cleansers were also in the bag. She handed me the receipt. "So when do you start to wear all that stuff, you look great as it is?" "I thought we might go out one night and I want to look my very best for you," she replied. With that she took out a small mirror out of her bag and applied the new lipstick to her lips. "Do you like the colour. It's Rimmel's latest kiss proof lipstick. It takes about 60 seconds to dry and then the colour stays all day. Even after eating and drinking," she said. The waitress serving the first course interrupted my reply but soon I said, "the lipstick makes your lips so kissable, I can hardly wait to get you home and try to wear it off." "That's the general idea behind the use of this stuff," she said laughing. We ate our first course in silence and then resumed our conversation about her purchases. Next out was a pair of black, suede high heel stilettos, which must have had a four-inch heel. "What possessed you buy such an outrageous pair of shoes," I asked smiling and twirling the shoe by the long pencil thin heel. "I have always wanted a pair of 'fuck me shoes', my mother stopped me from wearing them when I was younger because she said they would damage my feet and hurt my ankles. I reckon that I am old enough to know better now," she smirked. "I would only wear these to parties or if we are going out," she quickly added. Putting them back in the box she withdrew a pair of three-inch stilettos and followed that with a conventional pair of ladies dress shoes. "These are for the school run, shopping and driving and just being sensible and boring." The 3" sling back heels?" I asked. "For wearing in bed," she joked. "No I've always wanted a pair and they go with the dress." Finally there wear a pair of white lady's trainers with pink laces and flashes. "You have been a busy girl," I said taking the receipt. "These are for when we go cycling together," she said. "Oh we are going cycling together," I said "Since when?" "From when I buy, sorry when you buy me a bike. There are lots of nice quiet country roads around your house that are just perfect for cycling," she said. "You said it yourself that I should give up jogging and go cycling instead. "OK I'll buy you a bike but you had better use it," I replied pointing a finger but not looking angry. Now she showed me her clothing purchases in turn and I was incredibly impressed with her taste in clothes. She then asked. "I know that I have spent my allowance for this month but do you think it would be possible to get an advance on next month's allowance for some lingerie," she asked. "What do you need," I asked. "Everything! I need tights, panties, bras, slips, teddy's, stockings and suspenders. You name it, I need it." she said. As we started our main course, the thought of seeing her in stockings and suspenders was enough to convince me that it would be worth the couple of hundred pounds that little lot would cost me. "OK," I said, "but this should be an advance on next month's salary." "Oh!" she said with frustration. "That's a bit mean." "OK then, I agree this will be on next month's clothing allowance," I said as I tucked into my instant meal that had taken half an hour to arrive. "I don't think I'll be back here again in a hurry, the food is dreadful and the service is diabolical." One thing I had noticed that each movement that Andrea made was feminine. Each movement of her hands, gestures, the use of the cutlery, handling the clothes and makeup were all done delicately and femininely. Even the way she drank from her glass and cup was demure and delicate. She was turning out to be too good to be true. "Right then," I said, "where do you want to go?" "I know a little shop in Morningside that sells all the right stuff, can we go there?" she asked grasping my hand. "Oh I think I know the place, I once bought my wife some lingerie for Christmas at a shop in that suburb but she never wore it, saying it was too impracticable. You want to go there? It will be my pleasure on one proviso." I said as I reached forward to kiss the back of her hand. "What?" she replied simply. "You buy a corset, I'll give you the money outside your allowance." "What a corset? You are kidding right?" "No I am serious. It will be good for you figure to have some tight lacing. If you are agreeable, we can go to the corset maker now." I replied. "OK then, if it is properly made and fitted and isn't uncomfortable then it would be interesting to try one," she replied. This was going to cost me but I was determined that she should be corseted from now on. Not only would it give her feminine grace but beauty too with a waist to match. I was determined to implement a tight waist regime as soon as possible. I had arranged that my sister in law would collect Rachel from school so we had the rest of the day together to buy her lingerie and order her corset(s). Since the corset maker was on the way we stopped there first. It was discreet shop in a back street on the east side of town. We entered via a dark passageway to what appeared to be an ordinary flat on the inside. A