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Life's Great Lotto (or Sometimes, You Just Can't Win ..) By Paul1954 "Huuu . . Oooohh, God - just keep doing that - keep doing that. Yes .. yes - right there RIGHT THERE - yes, yes, YES - Oh, that's so good, SO GOOD, SO GOOOOO.. OOD!" she screamed in pleasure as she lay spread-eagled on the bed and felt the tongue as it lapped at the soft skin just inside her pussy and up towards the clitoris. This was the first time that Emily had climaxed from the sheer anticipation of what she hoped would happen next. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she felt her whole body screaming for release and she almost begged for more as the movements on her body stopped. It was just a brief pause to increase the tension and she finally came in a shattering orgasm as she felt the body, that was lying on her legs, lift from her, and finally, lie down beside her. Soft arms rubbed against her naked breasts as they enfolded themselves around her body and she looked across, into a pair of lust-filled, and smiling, eyes. "Well, how was that for you Em - how was your first experience of girl to girl fun?" Annie said as she looked at the flush that coloured Emily's body, making her look hot and sexy. Annie knew damn well that her seduction of Emily had been a big success and she felt satisfied to the point of being smug, as her fingers slid down to Emily's hot and damp groin and started again, to play with her clitoris. Before today, Emily had been too scared of her attraction to Annie to act on her desires - too scared for what it might have meant to her own self image. She had always had an aversion to lesbianism, and - of course - to lesbians, and to think that she might have been one herself disgusted her as she fought against her inclinations. Well, her resistance had been finally broken in Annie's up-market beauty parlour as she had enjoyed a glass or two, of Soave between Annie's massages during her facial. As Annie had leaned forward over Emily, lying prone on the comfortable couch, one breast had 'accidently' fallen loose from the beauticians gown and had brushed against Emily's cheek. Before Emily had realised it she was gazing into a pair of deep, and passionate eyes and she felt herself getting drawn into them as she returned the light kissed from the warm and sweet lips that were enfolding her own. The rest, was now, history. "Mmmmmmm, what do you think" Emily said as she grabbed Annie's shoulders and pushed her pussy into Annie's hip as she clambered on top of her and started kissing her again, passionately. Twenty minutes later Annie pulled herself away from Emily, retrieved her panties from the floor, where she had dropped so casually, dropped her breasts into the bra that she hadn't bothered to wear prior to her session with Emily, and stretched her shoulders in an, almost, feline gesture. "You know, we could be good for each other Em - why has it taken so long for this to happen?" she said, pushing, trying to force the pace a little. She knew exactly why it had taken so long and it wasn't just Emily's confusion regarding her own sexuality. It was as much down to her 'no good for nothing' husband, that English bum that felt he was too 'refined' to do any actual real work. Why, she bet that he had never ever really worked in his whole life - how on earth did he end up with Emily! * * * * * Emily lay back and watched her 'lover' dressing. She didn't regret this encounter but wondered if she had made a mistake as she listened to Annie probing her, putting on a bit of pressure. She knew where this line of questioning was leading and she wanted no part of it. She had her own reasons for wanting her marriage to continue even if Daniel had proved nothing more than a good lay since they had wed just over a year ago. Although she still felt guilty she reminded herself that he had been a disappointment to her since their marriage! She remembered the first night they had met, whilst she had been on a two- weeks break to England. How romantic it had all been! It was a break that she had needed. At twenty-eight, she had spent all of her post-graduation years setting up, what was proving to be, a moderately successful business as the head of a small show-business management agency. She had no major stars on her books right now but a couple of young and hopeful, actors who were on the verge of taking off, possibly in a big way. She had enough money to afford most things that she had wanted but this wasn't enough for her - she needed something that would give her an edge - something that might attract the big clients. She soon found out that Daniel might just provide it! She found Daniel at a socialite party that she had been invited to, by an old acquaintance she had met up with, in London. She had seen him earlier, from a distance, and hadn't taken much notice of the sulky and brooding figure that he had represented. It was two hours later that found her bored, and looking to leave, that she saw him again, a little closer this time. This time their eyes made contact and all thoughts of her business were temporarily lost. Her mind had been wondering back to her business before this but now she became overtaken by another feeling, a feeling she was unfamiliar with! This feeling was one of pure attraction driven by years of self-induced sexual depravation. She hadn't given herself time for any form of romance, feeling she needed to prove herself a success to the world in general and it was only now, as she took her first ever holiday, that she had relaxed enough to allow the drought to break. His long, sandy coloured hair had been swept back behind his smallish ears and his piercing blue eyes had seemed to sparkle as they made contact with hers. She hardly noticed the small amount of stubble that he had grown to help hide the typically weak, aristocratic jaw line. She hardly noticed the fact that she could look him in the eye as he walked across, unbidden, to offer her a glass of punch. She had even forgotten about her business as she became entranced by the combination of rebellion, allied with a sophistication that seemed to be his by right, as he charmed her into his bed. The next morning she woke with a mixture of feelings as she glanced across to the gorgeous creature lying next to her. She felt a certain sense of satisfaction that she had finally become, what she considered to be, a whole woman at last - the soreness around her groin was a welcome reminder of that. She also knew that she still felt enormously attracted to him; somehow he seemed totally non-threatening and this seemed like a breath of fresh air to a woman used to the back-biting, jealousy and bitchiness that the combination of show-biz and business brought to her table every day. It was later that morning, after another passionate love-making session followed by breakfast, that she found out, almost by chance, that he stood to inherit a title, that of Lord Wainthorpe of Huntingdon, following his father's demise. His mother had died some years ago and he also had an older sister but, under the outdated legal system that still existed in England, the male was always the first choice of heir to a title. She also found out that Daniel's father was not well and that he wasn't given that much longer to live. Her entrepreneurial instincts kicked back into full gear as she visualised herself as Lady of the Manor, hanging off of Daniel's arm as she met yet another noble dignitary. Would she be a Lady, a Baronette - what the hell, these English got so hung up on all these traditional pecking orders - she would be titled whatever and could use that to further her own ambitions. She came back down to earth as she reminded herself that she had only spent one night with the man but decided to see if he was interested in seeing her again in the week that she still had left on her holiday. He was, and their relationship blossomed to such a state that they were married before she went home. This was so impetuous, impulsive and uncharacteristic of her that she had almost forgotten whether she could call herself a Lady, or whatever, yet. This was further compounded by the shock she got when she found out that he was more than happy to travel back to the USA, and set up home with her there. She had expected some pressure from him to remain in England and to look after the family estate. It wasn't until a short time later that she found out why he was so amenable to travelling with her, and following her lead. Her reverie was broken by the sound of breaking glass, followed by a curse as she turned to look at Annie, still standing there in her bra and panties. As she looked at her she suddenly realised, feeling her arousal growing again, just what she had found so attractive about Daniel in the first place; it was his overall androgynous appearance. With his swept-back hair, blue eyes and slender build, he could almost have been taken for a girl if glanced at quickly and not examined too closely! She had always had a low libido until recently, even after the first full flush of sexual enlightenment she had felt following her whirlwind romance and marriage. That excitement had soon tailed off though, until she had looked for any excuse to avoid sex. All that penetration and thrusting had been leaving her increasingly cold. She now knew that she wasn't really frigid at all, it just took another kind of sex to turn her on - sex like that which she'd just shared with Annie! What to do, what to do! She, still, did not want to lose her chance of gaining a title, although that was looking increasingly unlikely, so divorcing Daniel was not something she wanted right now. If she had realised, before they got married, that Daniel had fallen out with his father then she doubted whether she would have gone through with it so did that make her a scheming gold-digger or did that make Daniel a liar? Both of these, she supposed. * * * * * It was a warm and sunny Monday morning along the Pacific Coast Highway, just south of Oceanside, as Henry whistled in his usual tuneless way while he continued to sweep the sidewalk outside of his cafe and enjoyed the silence. He looked up at the sign above the entrance that bore the legend "H J's 101 Cafe" and thought about all of the hard work that had gone into this place. Business had not been very good since the Highway had taken most of his casual trade away, most of the heavy traffic was travelling along the Interstate 5, and for the first time this silence was, indeed, golden as he contemplated his retirement. He wished that he'd had someone to hand the business down to, someone that could keep it running for him and who could provide him with a small income to supplement his pension. It wasn't to be though. They had only had one daughter and she had all of these high and all goddamn mighty ideas about mingling with stars, and trying to make it big in Hollywood. She had been a big disappointment to them. Why, she had even gone and married someone without even inviting her own parents - what was she, ashamed or something! Oh forget her; he would have never believed that she would have ended up this way - they hadn't even seen her in two years now. No, it had all changed for them when she got start-struck and they'd be better off forgetting her. Still, it did hurt when he thought about her some nights. No, he'd just have to sell up and try and get some money behind them that way. He had despaired of ever getting a buyer, since the by-pass had been built, and had become resigned to keeping on the property out of sheer financial necessity. On top of that he had found it hard to get any help, he was down to one young waitress now, as the local girls wanted to work where there was more life and the likelihood of bigger tips. Despite all of these problems he was a stubborn man and he refused to let this get him down and accepted his lot in life. He brushed these thoughts aside as he heard a call from the cafe. He looked back and saw Margery, his wife, cooking pancakes for him. Blueberry pancakes were his favourite and this had been a daily ritual for, oh for far too long. Sometimes it frightened him at how fast his life had gone by it if he thought about it, so he chose not to. As he turned to go back inside his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a distant roar. Henry's hearing had not been dulled by the years and could have heard a pin drop at twenty yards and he felt a long forgotten stirring in his memory as the noise increased until he could tell it was just a few seconds away. Moments later a gleaming machine flew past him with a deep throaty growl that sounded almost hungry, and he watched as it disappeared, leaving an ever-deepening noise that finally faded. "Hey Marge" he called out to his wife as he stepped back into the cafe, "that was an Italian one, haven't heard one of those in a long time". Margery looked at him indulgently as, in her mind's eye, she saw him as he had looked in the fifties and remembered how he had loved his Harley Davidson. Sometimes she had used to think he had loved it more than her - time had proved her wrong. * * * * * "Oh man, that was great - just great!" he shouted as he leaned his Ducatti around the tight coastal road, sensing his knee hovering just above the tarmac, and hoping that nothing was coming in the opposite direction. It wasn't and Daniel enjoyed the thrill of knowing that he had cheated possible death once again, this was the only real thrill he got nowadays. He was driving back to the large house that he shared with his wife, Emily Wainthorpe-Jones - nee Emily Jones. She had been just the thing that he had needed when he met her last year. Loud, brash, uninhibited and gorgeous! Daniel Wainthorpe had been at an all time low. He had just failed his finals and had, that afternoon, just returned from a meeting with his sick father, finding out that he had been disinherited following the bad publicity that Daniel had attracted with his promiscuity, and his extravagant lifestyle. His father was a true blue aristocrat, better known as Lord Wainthorpe, and was deeply disappointed that he considered that his only son was not fit to bear the family name and title in his opinion, and he had acted accordingly. At first, this had shocked Daniel. He had expected the silver spoon, he had been born with, to stay firmly in his mouth - especially as he was the only child. He also thought that he could put pressure on his father and could talk round if it was really necessary, but he had seriously underestimated the depth of his father's feelings. His father wouldn't budge until Daniel had proved that he had changed his ways. The trouble was, even if Daniel had wanted to do so, his prospects were poor and he really couldn't face roughing it for a while, and trying to work himself up again. He needed to get away from all this for a while - maybe his father would become more tolerant - after all, he wasn't expected to live more than another year or two and surely, he would mellow as the end came near. That was it, he would try and get out of the way for a while. That was the backdrop in which he had met the twenty-eight year old, business-like Emily. She was pretty, successful and seemed to really have the hots for him and neither of them even noticed the five-year age difference. He was genuinely swept along with her passion and although, in retrospect, he had been surprised that she had persuaded him to marry her, he soon realised that maybe it was the best thing for him for the time being. It gave him his ticket away from his father and also gave him a means of support while he decided what to do with his life. Marriages could be ended, after all! During the time that Daniel had taken, thinking about his past, Daniel had reached the house he shared with Emily. He parked his beloved bike in the garage and took off his black leather jacket as he went upstairs to the bathroom. The ride had been exhilarating but had made him hot and sticky. He removed the rest of his clothes and took a warm shower before putting on his bathrobe and returning downstairs to get a cold beer. "Oh man, that was good" he sighed, as he sat down, put his feet up and reached for the remote control. As he did so he noticed a slip of paper lying next to it and, unfolding it, noticed it was a Lotto ticket, the one for today's Fantasy Five. He thought how unlike Emily it was, to do something like the Lotto. As far as he was aware she never gambled in any shape or form! Still, he didn't ponder on this for too long as he wondered if she had checked it yet, or not. "Hey, the draw should have been done by now - I'll check and see if Emily got lucky" he said as he walked over to the PC and logged on to his favourite ISP. It only took a minute to find the results page and his pulse quickened as he checked out the numbers. He couldn't believe it - she had won - she had won the 50,000 dollars prize! He gasped. "Well goddamnit - she actually got lucky" and paused for a second as his eyes narrowed as he considered the situation for a moment. "Well goddamnit - I don't believe it" he said with less surprise, and a hint of controlled shock; "I have won, I have actually won"! * * * * * "You know, I really feel a little guilty about this" Emily said as she pulled the dress over her head and then checked her reflection in the dressing table mirror, looking for any stray hairs that might have been out of place. "Don't be silly," said Annie, "you haven't done anything wrong. If Daniel is honest with you then you have nothing to worry about and you will have lost nothing. If he's the devious little shit I think he is then he will deserve anything, and everything, that happens to him, you will gain control over him and last, but not least, we can have some real fun as well". Emily didn't really know if she wanted any of this 'real fun' that Annie was talking about. This could be her marriage falling apart here! Her mind wondered back to what they had set Daniel up for. "Do you really think he will go for this, that he would try and cheat on his own wife?" she said, twisting her mouth slightly, trying to pencil in a smooth line around her lips. Annie sighed, God - that was the one thing she admitted where women drove men, and her, mad. Constantly chewing over things, examining everything from every angle until they talked themselves into, and out of, whatever it was they were talking about - repeatedly! She ignored her for a second and then softened a little, deciding to remind her just one more time about what they had done. "As I said before, if he's a devious little shit he'll go for it. He'll check to see if the numbers have come up and then he'll either try to call you and tell you the good news or he'll telephone the number on the back of that winning Lotto ticket to make a claim". "Look, I really don't know about this - what's to stop him just getting the money?" Emily replied a little nervously. She couldn't believe that she had actually won on her first attempt at the Lotto - she still didn't know what had possessed her to buy that ticket yesterday, she had never done anything like that before. She was a great believer in fate though, and maybe this was fates way of helping her with her problems with Daniel! "I'm sure that his greed will blind him to anything except the sign of the dollar. Now come on, don't go cold on this - you've been telling me for days now, that you are fed up with him making no attempt to contribute anything to this marriage. He leaves you to work all the goddamn hours in the day while he spends your money, pisses around on that bike of his and, for all you know, makes out with any stupid woman that will spread her legs for his corny chat-up lines! You know that my friend works in the claims department and you have already put your signature on the claims line of the ticket. If he does anything to try and get the money then he is history, at least as far as him having any say in his own future is concerned". Annie paused for a second having vented her spleen. Had she gone too far with this diatribe - hadn't Emily fallen prey to his charms far too easily once already! She turned around nervously but could see nothing but cold-eyed determination from Emily now, and the single-minded businesswoman surfaced again and buried the dithering, and uncertain, female that had threatened to undermine her. "Way to go kid, way to go" Annie called as she gave Emily a playful punch on the arm and hugged her, taking care not to ruin Emily's make-up. That was why women were so good for each other, would a man have been so considerate to her! It was just as Annie cupped Emily's breasts again, that the telephone rang. * * * * * Daniel put the phone down absentmindedly, his excitement dampened a little, following his last call. He had called the claims office with the ticket serial number already; he had wanted to strike now before Emily returned home this evening. His initial euphoria, as the claims assistant quickly validated the ticket as a winner, soon died as she asked him whether the claim had been signed yet. He turned over the ticket to see Emily's signature, E Jones, on the bottom. Damn, just like her to protect her investments she hasn't even bothered to use our married name he thought, a little resentfully. He hadn't even considered that she might do this, or that she might even miss the ticket if he had cashed it himself, in all his excitement! "Er, yes" he replied, my cousin (why had he said her cousin!) has signed the ticket but I can collect the money for her" Daniel replied, trying to think quickly on his feet. "I'm sorry" the assistant said, "it has to be collected in person by the signatory. Your cousin has four days in which to present herself in this office and to collect her winnings. Please ask her to call in and make the appointment as soon as possible" she replied, "and have a nice day" she finished before hanging up. He didn't know what to do about this. He had never had a chance of access to this sort of money before, not all in one lump sum anyway. He was keen to return back to England for a while, meet up with his friends, and to get back on the party circuit. He might even make an attempt to smooth things with his father - he couldn't last much longer and he did, so much, want his inheritance after all. There was no way that Emily was going to let him go back to England easily. Sure, she indulged him but was never one to give out money too easily. It all went into her business and she was forever nagging him to get some work and bring some cash in. No, this money would let him make his own decisions and would get him away from her financial control - he just had to get hold of it somehow! * * * * * "That was Melody, my friend at the Lotto. He's bitten, he's bitten" Annie said, jumping up and down and clapping her hands in excitement. "He's just called up and made the claim saying he'll collect the winnings. Do you still have any doubts now?" she said as she looked at her new lover. Emily sat there with her face set like stone as she stared at the wall, giving nothing away. "That bastard" she said, "that bastard would have taken the money and run out on me for sure, and after me looking after him and supporting him for the past year. Well whatever we had planned before wasn't enough as far as I'm concerned - I am going to get back everything that I have spent on him so far, and then some. I am going to make sure that he never cheats on another woman again. How dare he, HOW DARE HE!" she almost spat, and flung her shoe against the wall. "Hold onto that anger girl, hold onto that anger. We'll have to see how far he might go to get hold of the money but I've got some ideas about how you can get your pound of flesh from Daniel. You might never get to be a Lady but I'll make damn sure that he never gets to be a Lord either"! "Now come on, you've got a business to get back to and I've got some plans to make" Annie said as she pulled Emily to her feet, a satisfied grin on her face. * * * * * Daniel stood in front of the mirror and examined his reflection. He had just come back from their bedroom and was staring at the incongruous sight of himself standing there with a goatee beard and wearing a sundress that hung midway between the top of his thighs and his knees. He had come to the conclusion that the only way that he could get hold of the money was if he impersonated his wife. He remembered the times, when they were first married, how excited Emily had become if he wore some of her clothes during foreplay. It had seemed to give something extra, a certain erotic kinkyness, to Emily's enjoyment although he had never really liked it. That had been one of the reasons that their sex-life had virtually ceased altogether - the only time Emily seemed to get aroused was when he dressed in some of her clothing! Still, it had given him the germ of an idea! He knew from these encounters that he could fit into her clothes easily. Maybe he should just try something of hers on, just to see if he could possibly pass as a female. The first thing he had tried were a tight pair of her pants, that would be a little easier for him to accept. It hadn't worked at all - he could see that he was missing all the roundness from where the hips and bottom should have been and he was also too tight around the waist. He had then given in and decided to see if he looked a little more acceptable in one of her dresses and remembered the old adage : "A woman in pants can be joy to behold, her curves an alluring counterpoint to the boyishness of her garb - only serving to emphasise her femininity. A man in a dress, well - whatever he does he is just a man in a dress"! As he stood there, looking at his reflection, he knew this to be true. He also knew that he could not let the chance of getting hold of 50,000 dollars just slip away without him trying his utmost to get hold of the money. Somehow he would have to be convincing enough to be able to pass as a young woman, convincing enough to pass as his wife! He decided to ring back the claims office and make an appointment for his 'wife' to claim 'her' winnings, before he could think too deeply about what hew was doing - the thoughts of the money blinding him to all thoughts of caution. It took all of two minutes to book in for this coming Friday, that would give him four days to perfect his disguise. Back to practicalities, what would he have to do next? As he stared back at his reflection again, he didn't think he could pull off this disguise on his own, he knew that he had to get help from somebody but who! While he was considering what to do next, the phone rang. * * * * * "Go on Em, we've agreed this is the best way to deal with it - just call him and tell what we've agreed. Melody has told us that he has made an appointment for Friday - you just need to give him a little space to see how far he'll go. I think that you need to be away from 'here' for a while so that he can perfect his impersonation without worrying about getting caught by you, and the opportunity of the Cannes festival gives you a perfect excuse to be away for a few weeks. If he thinks you're in Europe he'll have no worries whatsoever about getting caught! "But surely, he'll realise that my business just isn't successful enough to warrant me leaving it alone for such a long time. He'll know that I am still hustling hard for a major client" Emily replied, her confidence deserting her a little. "Oh pur ... leeease, I think you're crediting your little Daniel with too much interest in your affairs to even consider how successful you are. As long as he doesn't have to worry about money he does not give a damn, according to what you've been telling me. Just remember, you are not making Daniel do anything, he is doing this all himself. All we are doing is setting up the fences for him to jump over - he still has first refusal! Besides, you're not really going anywhere are you - you can still manage your business and base yourself here for the interim" Annie said, thinking how delightful it would be to live with Emily for a few weeks - who knows, maybe it might even become permanent. * * * * * God, that was a bit of luck, Emily having to go to Europe for a few weeks from tomorrow. That would give him all the time he needed to get the money and get out of here. He would be gone by the time she came back. Everything seemed to be going in his favour and he needed to act now. He didn't really have a clue on where to start looking for help, he had heard about places where men could go to get makeovers and to appear as convincing women, although he didn't really believe that they would be able to perform their magic on him. Still, he had to give it a go - he really wanted that money. He thought the best place to start looking was on the web, this was something that he had really gotten into over the last few months, it had proved to be a useful distraction while Emily was working. He went into the study that Emily had provided for him, hoping that he might to be able to put it to good use, and use it to work - the only thing that he done with it though, was to browse the porn sites! He went into his favourite browser and wondered how he would start. "Now let me see - I'll start with transvestites, that should pull up something" he said out aloud to himself. The first page held nothing but a variety of porn sites containing shemales, and amateur sites built by enthusiastic crossdressers who just wanted to show how convincing they could be when dressed, and to tell a little about their lives. The later frequently contained links to similar sites but he found nothing that might help him. He decided to start again and back-paged to the search engine. This time he entered 'transgender', a term he picked up from his first search and a quick scan of the first screen of results contained a little more variety this time. Feeling encouraged he carried on scrolling. On the second page he found a reference to a site for all things transgender - the web's premier site for transgendered fiction. He groaned a little at the mention of fiction, but something drew him towards it and he clicked on the URL almost before he was aware that he had done so. A few seconds later he was greeted by a screen bearing the proud legend: FICTIONMANIA Fiction: Something Invented by the Imagination Mania: Excessive Enthusiasm For Fans of TransGendered Fiction... There seemed to be a whole host of options at the top of the screen but nothing to immediately interest him. He decided to scroll down, noticing that the scrollbar hinted of other information further down the screen. Maybe he would find something there. On his journey down, he noticed that there were nearly a thousand stories available for anyone to read - he was staggered, he would never have imagined that there could be so much written about such a dark and perverted area, as he considered it. Still, he had spent enough time here as it was - he had no interest in this at all - and he was just about to click on the back-page button when something caught his eye - at the bottom of the page was the statement: 'This page hosted by The Hidden Woman: Wigs and Transformation Service'. Transformation - now this seemed a bit more promising. He was intrigued, and decided to investigate further - something told him that he was going to strike it lucky here - transformation was just what he needed! His eyes moved up the page and found the next item of interest in this virtual paper trail. 'Links to other TG Fiction, Transformation Image, and General TG Sites'. That was what he wanted; he moved the cursor eagerly to that line and clicked on it. A very brief pause, then 'web site found' and within seconds he was rewarded with a list of other options. He scanned down the page until he found his goal. 'Some Shopping Sites' "This is it," he said out loud to himself as he scanned the list of items, which appeared to contain just what he needed. He just hoped that he would strike lucky again, and would find something within easy travelling distance. A few seconds later he had done so as he looked at the entry. ---------------- Misty's Boutique added: 07/21/98 Secure Online ordering of Wigs, Breastforms, Dresses, Stockings, Shoes, Accessories, Fantasy, Lingerie, Body Shaping and Leather. Consultancy and surgery service also available for post and pre-op. Visitor's welcome (1452 Rosecrans Ave. LA. Calif.) ---------------- He clicked on the URL excited - this was only a few miles away - and was quickly taken to the front page, which gave out more information on the services provided. He didn't understand half of the terms and abbreviations but he could see that the pictures on the web pages were of some of the tranformees, and he was surprised. With some of them it was still obvious that they were men dressed up but others, especially the smaller bodied ones, well - he wouldn't have ever believed that they had ever been men at all. Hell, he would even had tried to pick some of them up if he had met them in a bar or somewhere! He knew that he was smaller boned and was sure that, if they could perform the same sort of service for him, he would have no trouble convincing anyone that he was female. He reasoned that it would be better to go to the professionals and noted the address and telephone number. He needed the consultancy service and would call later and find out when they could see him. * * * * * "Hi hon" Emily said to him, barely glancing his way as she breezed in, heading straight to the bedroom to start packing. There were barely a few words spoken between them before an hour later she came out of the bedroom bearing two suitcases. "I'm staying at the Excelsior tonight hon, I've got the early flight and don't want to have a mad panic in the morning" she said as she leant across to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll give you a call once I've arrived in France and settled in. I don't know how long I'm going to be away but you don't mind do you hon - this could be the big breakthrough for me"! she said, as she went to the front door. "Don't mind me, don't mind me at all" he said, more to himself than Emily as he watched her slide gracefully into her car and start the engine. She was soon out of sight and Daniel considered what to do with his freedom. Usually in this situation he would have been out on the town, looking to pick up somebody - instead he decided to start on his transformation. He wanted to remove his light beard and his body hair, try on some make-up and to try to get comfortable with himself. Just over an hour later he was standing, again, looking at his reflection a little more critically. He was not a pretty sight! The lack of hair on his legs and his bare face, the first time he had seen it this way for three years, had helped a little but his shapeless form and the awfull make-up job he had attempted made him look a little like a clown. The unconvincing image he presented was further compounded by his awkward stance as he stood there, his legs apart and his weight evenly distributed. His nerve nearly failed him for a moment as he groaned to himself: "Oh my God, there is no way that I'm going to pull this off - they'll be able to tell I'm not a woman a mile off"! He now regretted not call Misty's earlier when he had thought about it. He had wanted to see if he could pass first, without calling on outside help but it was now obvious to him that this was no longer an option. It was too late to call them now but he resolved to make the call first thing in the morning. * * * * * He woke early the next morning having spent a restless night, tossing and turning in anticipation of what awaited him. The fresh cotton sheets on the bed had felt strange to his newly denuded body and he had put on one of Emily's nighties to protect his sensitive skin - he didn't possess any PJ's having always slept naked. He felt a little disturbed, and a little threatened, at how nice the soft satin-like material had felt against his skin and took the nightie off, almost scared that he might get to like the sensation too much! He spent a nervous two hours having breakfast and just waiting for Misty's to open. He didn't really take in any of the news that he attempted to watch trying to take his mind off things and, finally, it was ten o'clock and he was ringing the advertised number. One minute later he was putting the phone down, a little shocked at what he had just agreed to do. They had told him they could fit him in virtually straight away and that he should come to the shop within the next hour. It was only a thirty-minute drive away so he dressed quickly and set off on his trusty Ducatti. Parking his bike outside he looked up at the discreet shop front that bore the sign stating "Misty's". He was relieved that a casual observer would never have been able to guess what the shop's line of business was from the low- key display that was placed in the shop window, and he strode a little more confidently towards the front door. He pressed the buzzer next to it, as instructed, and after he had confirmed his appointment the door clicked open to let him into a whole New World. He stood in an open shop floor, surrounded entirely by racks of female clothing and, as closer inspection revealed, more discreet displays of various items of underwear and padding that might help to assist in a mans transition to the female world. He was totally transfixed, and so absorbed by the openness of what he was seeing that he jumped with a start, as a friendly looking woman approached from behind him. "Hello dear, you are Mr Jones I presume" she said kindly, as he mumbled his affirmation. She could see his obvious awkwardness and was mildly amused, being well used to seeing this reaction from new 'customers' over the years, as he flustered a little. "Y .. yes, I..it's not what you think - I .. I need to dress up for a role, an important role - are you Misty" he said, his face turning a deep red? "Good heavens no" she laughed, there is no Misty - it's just the name of this establishment. I'm just the hired help, although I have been here for a long time - you can call me Janet. You really don't have to tell me why you wish to dress up; everyone has their own reasons. Now follow me and we'll see what we can do for you" she said as she took him by the arm and led him into a back room, not giving him a chance to reply. "Now what is the sort of look you want to achieve - you are quite a small build and not too tall so whatever you choose should not be too much of a problem. Do you want the 'tarty' look, that's quite popular, or do you want something like a schoolgirl"? Janet said, as she looked critically at his body. Daniel was shocked, this woman was offering more of a counselling service, which was not at all what he expected. He was expecting some sort of theatrical establishment - something more showbizzy. This woman was treating him like he had some sort of real need to dress up as a woman! "Oh sorry, I had forgotten" she said absentmindedly, "you said, when you rang in, that you wanted to be able to pass as a normal woman. Well let's try something simple to begin with - here try this" she said, pulling out a powder blue mid-length dress. "Y..you mean I have to put that on" Daniel said, pointing at the offending garment! "My dear" she said, you don't have to do anything that you don't feel comfortable with. If this is all a bit hard for you right now then why don't you come back another time when, maybe, you are more ready for this" she said kindly, being used to seeing the difficulty some of her clients had in taking that first step. Daniel's greed overcame his initial reluctance as he thought about the 50,000 dollars, remembering why he was here in the first place! So what if this woman thought he was some fairy or something - he would be unlikely to ever see her again anyway! "No .. it's alright. I have no reason to be nervous - it's only for a role I'm playing after all". He looked at the dress she was holding. "W..w..what do I do now" he said, feeling foolish. Janet stifled the urge to laugh - that could have sent him scurrying away like a frightened rabbit! "Well come along with me and I'll help you if you like" she said, leading him to a small dressing room. "Have you got any underwear or do you need the complete outfit" she queried? "The complete outfit I suppose!" he replied not really understanding what she meant. "Do you want to include the padding and everything" she said appraising his flat profile? "Wh..whatever you think is best" Daniel replied. By this time he would have let her do anything that she suggested - anything to get what was rapidly turning into an ordeal over quickly! "Well you could do with a few curves here and there," she said motioning her hands around his chest and his behind. "Now just remove your clothes and we'll get started. I can only spare you another hour right now so let's not waste your time. I'll go and get the items you will need while you're changing" she said, walking back to the main shop again. He gingerly removed his shirt and started to unbuckle the belt from his pants. At this point he started to get a little angry with himself - he wasn't used to be so subservient, especially to a woman! "Damn, what are you - a man or a mouse" he said aloud as he finally he yanked down his pants in a show of bravado. His attempts to reclaim his masculine superiority only lasted another few moments as Janet walked in with an armful of 'goodies'. "Oh good" she said, eyeing him up and down, "I can see you've already got rid of all that unsightly body hair - that will save us some time. Now remove those," she said indicating to his boxers, "and we'll see if these fit" as she held up a pair of panties with built in hip forms along with a generously padded bra. Within ten minutes he was standing there looking at a slim waisted woman with a nicely rounded derriere and a full bustline, wearing the powder blue dress. The only thing missing was something to cover his legs and feet. "Now put these on" Janet said holding out a pair of light-tanned pantie-hose to him. As he carefully bunched them up, and rolled them up his legs as instructed, he turned around to see Janet with a pair of 2" heeled women's shoes. Putting them on he looked at himself again. He was impressed by the improvements that the heels had made to both the shape of his legs, and also to his stance. He found his backside pushing out just a little bit more, and his bust just a little more prominent as his back straightened to compensate for his elevated position. The only thing that spoiled the illusion was the, still masculine face that looked out from the reflection. "You look great so far, now have you ever done your own make-up before or do you want me to help you"? Daniel was still looking at his reflection, as if in a daze, as he replied in an almost abstract way, "I..I would like you to help me please". Another thirty minutes and Daniel was examining his reflection again. For the first time since he had hit puberty he was grateful for the family trait that he had, previously suffered from, the weak jaw line. That was the main reason that he had grown his poor excuse for a goatee beard - to try and disguise this flaw in his self-image. With the subtly applied foundation, blusher and eye make-up, the eye-brows where she had removed any stray hairs and just a few at the bottom to tidy them up, and the finely pencilled, and reddened, lips no one would now even think of considering him a man! This time the illusion was almost complete and he felt, oddly, disturbed that in the space of just over an hour he could have been able to be have transformed so easily. His face was now that of an attractive female! A short, auburn page-boy wig and clip-on earrings highlighted his outfit and he was more than satisfied with how this first session had gone. The only thing that now marred the illusion was his masculine stance but he could work on that - he still had two days left to practice. He was shown out thirty minutes later knowing that he would have to return tomorrow to collect his purchases. There was no way that he could have taken his purchases back on the bike - he would return tomorrow in the pick- up. He had bought everything that Janet had suggested - not daring to question her - including a set of matching accessories, a sure give away if he tried to dress in public without them. "Now don't forget dear, we offer a whole range of services if you wish to take this further. We do breast augmentation and implants, hormone treatment and can even arrange full SRS if necessary" Janet said as she held the door open for him. He scuttled out as fast as his legs would carry him; he didn't understand half of what she was telling him and he didn't want to either. There was no way that he was going to take this any further than he had already! * * * * * "Jesus, can you believe where he went today - I just can't believe he would take it this far" Emily giggled as Annie rubbed her shoulders for her, helping her to wind down and relax. "I know - I'll bet you're glad that you had him followed. Do you still have any doubts that we're doing the right thing. He must be really desperate for the money and to get away from you" Annie replied. "Get away from me!" Emily said a little startled, "why would you think that"? "Oh come on Em, get real. He's been cheating around on you for some time now - you know that's true. He's only staying with you 'cause it saves him working! Annie said, keeping up the pressure to make sure Emily wouldn't go soft on him again. "Yeah, I guess so," Emily said pensively, her mood darkening a little. "Well I'm glad I had him followed, at least we know his every move now". "Awww come Em, lighten up a little. Come to your aunty Annie" she said as she leant across her shoulder, kissing her at the base of her neck - she knew this always drove her wild and was proven correct as Emily melted before returning her kiss. * * * * * It was Friday at last and Daniel still felt a little nervous but much more confident than he would have believed possible just two short days ago. He had returned to Misty's the following day, to collect his purchases and had spent another hour having further make-up lessons along with help with his deportment. He had started to build a good rapport with Janet by now, and had started to trust her implicitly. The following day he had dressed himself, make-up - padding - the works, and had gone outside in public for the first time. He had found it a very sensual experience as he felt his hips swaying, quite naturally, from all the padding he had and he enjoyed the swish of his nylon clad legs as a gentle breeze caressed them. He also enjoyed the smooth feel, as the half-slip slid against the pantie-hose although he had a problem admitting it to himself. He had driven to Misty's after booking another appointment with Janet; he had wanted her to help him get ready for his big moment - wanted the confidence that she would give him to get through the next few hours. An hour after he had arrived she was wishing him good luck as he was told that his taxi had arrived. "Well I still don't know why you're doing this but you go knock 'em dead girl," Janet said as she handed him his purse. Daniel looked all woman, as he walked the short distance to the waiting taxi. He opened the door and remembered to slide in, keeping his legs tight together as he settled into the back seat. He felt quite proud of his achievement as the taxi made it's way to the claims office. He arrived about fifteen minutes later and stood outside the entrance to a locked door with an intercom that bore the legend 'California Lotto - Claims'. Pressing the buzzer he was greeted by a high-pitched squeaky voice. "Lotto claims". "Uh hi" he spoke in a soft soprano, "my name is Jones - Mrs Jones". He had found it impossible to, naturally, imitate a female voice and Janet had helped him by providing him with a throat spray that would raise his pitch by an octave. The effects would last for up to six hours and he was still not used to hearing this melodious tone emanating from his mouth, despite trying it a day earlier. "Oh yeah, we're expecting you" the disembodied voice replied, followed by a loud electronic click. "Push the door please and come right up". He did as instructed, noticing his polished and artificially lengthened nails as the door swung open. As he climbed the stairs he winced, his feet hurting a little from the constriction of his shoes. He would be glad when he had the money and this was all over! At the top of the stairs was a door and entering, he looked at high-tech reception area and the hustle and bustle of a busy office behind glass panelled doors. He walked up to the receptionist and stood patiently as she completed a phone call. When she finished she looked up at him, over the top of her glasses. "Ms Jones - would you mind waiting in that room over there and somebody will be there to collect you shortly" she said indicating to a door opposite her desk. Daniel entered and sat in a low wire-framed chair, feeling slightly intimidated as his legs pointed upwards. He took care to bring his legs together to spare himself from any embarrassment and was relieved that he didn't have to wait too long as the door swung open and a professional looking woman, in her thirties, entered and held out her hand. "Hello Mrs Jones, I'm really pleased to see you and congratulations - you are a winner"! She was all grinning smiles and pearly white teeth. Daniel rose and took her outstretched hand, just as Janet had taught him, and smiled nervously. "Now come with me" said the woman, "there are just a few formalities to complete before you get your money" as she led Daniel into another office. "Did you bring any ID with you?" she asked as she fumbled around in a draw before extracting and handful of forms. Daniel's heart sank on two counts. First, he had not even thought about needing any ID which, he now knew, had been amazingly na?ve of him. Secondly, he just hated filling in documentation of any kind - he had never had the patience to do them properly and he visibly baulked as she put the forms on the table before him. At seeing his apprehension she re-assured him. "Don't worry, X marks the spot" she said, pointing to where she needed his signature. "It's just a bunch of formalities that I have indicated where you have to sign". The lack of an ID was more troublesome however. She seemed a little put out that somebody could be stupid enough to turn up, hoping to claim 50,000 dollars without even a driving license - surely nobody could be that dumb! Despite her irritation she maintained her wholesome smile and led him over to another desk. "Can you just come over here for a moment and look in this eye-piece" she said, leading him to what looked like the end of a telescope. As he bent down and peered into where she showed him he was momentarily blinded in one eye as a bright flash surprised him. "That was just a retina scan - it is a totally unique form of identification we have adopted for security purposes. You can't be to safe you know. Now I just need your ticket and when you can produce some form of ID and I can hand you over the cheque - please sign here and I can enter your details on the system". Daniel handed her the ticket, scribbled a signature where she indicated and, at the same time, felt his heart drop. Christ, he had spent so much effort and time perfecting his female persona that he hadn't even thought that he might have to prove who he was. Before he could say anything the woman spoke again. "Okay, Ms. Emma Jones, that's all your details registered - you must come back with your ID by tomorrow if you want the money" and she then paused, caught in reflection for a moment. "Hey, I forgot to mention - I am so sorry - I should have told about the offer we have on as a promotion at the moment - you know, the one you must have seen advertised - it's our 25th Anniversary this year, and we're holding a little competition for our lucky winners. How would you like to double your money - you have all the right attributes to qualify for our special and it is a load of fun; if you're successful you can even end up with 500,000 dollars, or even a 1,000,000 dollars "! All of Daniel's despair left him at the mention of 100,000 dollars and even 1,000,000 dollars. All that was left of his judgement disappeared like a politician shown a lie detector! He had noticed that she had called him Emma and was about to correct her before he, again, saw the dollar signs floating in front of his eyes. "100,000 dollars - God yes, what do I have to do" he said in excitement, not noticing that with his high pitched voice he sounded just like an excitable girl! She pulled out a form from behind a desk and passed it to him. "All you have to do is sign here - right on the dotted line, you know all about this, you must have seen the adverts" she said more as a statement than a question as she pushed it to Daniel, handing him a pen. He signed it quickly without bothering to read the disclaimer. "Err, well no actually" he said as he passed her the form back. "Well here's your copy" she said, passing him a carbon copy of the document and entering his confirmation on the PC in front of her, "just read the details on the back for more information and we'll see you at the same time in three weeks". "Three weeks"!!! he shrieked as a red mist covered his eyes, "bu .. but, where's the money - I thought I was taking it with me today, or at least when I could produce some ID by tomorrow" he said, a slight hint of panic creeping into his voice! The woman just laughed "No silly, I asked you if you had seen the offer and you signed the form - I'm afraid there is nothing I can do now. I've entered you into the system as accepting the offer so I suggest that you read the details and come back in three weeks as agreed" she finished as she showed him to the door. Daniel went out into the sunshine in a complete daze, and hailed a taxi. Whatever he had expected it wasn't this. He would not have been surprised if he had been read as a man and, possibly, even arrested for fraud - he was sure that he could have squared that scenario with Emily, but this! What had he gotten himself in to - why didn't he just take the 50,000 dollars and not have been so greedy! * * * * * Three hours later he was slumped on the settee, sucking on another beer. He hadn't been able to read the fine print as the taxi had sped him back home, it had been too bumpy - he had now though, and he now knew exactly what he had 'signed up' for! "Oh my God, what have I done - how can I ever get through this" he wailed as he, mentally, went over the details of what was expected. To qualify for the 100,000 dollars, he had to take part in an event where he would get a chance of representing California in a national Lotto competition. It didn't matter if he didn't win - he would get the 100,000 dollars just for entering. If he got through this round he would be representing California in the next stage and then he would get the 500,000 dollars. If he then won the National final he would get 1,000,000 dollars. All this seemed like good news at first, although he had no intention of going for anything other than the 100,000 dollars - it might be too risky to take this any further! What he thought was good news though, quickly turned into a nightmare as he saw the details of the next event in three weeks time. He had now read through the fine print and found that entering the qualifying event was going to be dead easy - dead easy that was, if you were a girl! He found out there would be eleven others, winners like himself, who would be expected to parade in, what amounted to, a thinly disguised beauty contest. The organisers wanted a young and pretty female to represent them and all contestants would be expected to present themselves in both evening attire, and - gulp - a swim-suit. He knew that this included him. He was sure to be exposed - there was no way he could wear his padding in a swimsuit! Even worse - he had signed himself as Emma Jones and they had a retina scan of him and knew where he lived. He would either have to run away and disappear for a while, to avoid being arrested for attempted fraud, or try to see this through somehow, and get his 100,000 dollars before disappearing. He sighed as he realised that there was no real option. He had nowhere to run to and besides, he still wanted the money - he would see this through all the way, whatever it took! * * * * * "Oh hi dear, it's so good to see you again. How did it go - did you pass all right?" Janet said as she led Daniel into the shop. "Uh yes, I did not get read" he said, trying to remember the terminology he was still trying to get used to. "Look Janet, this is awkward for me but, well - I need some more of your help" Daniel said, as he went on to explain the details of what he now needed to do. "Well, you know there is no way that padding will be able to give you a convincing enough bust-line, or a round enough butt to be able to let you pass in a swim-suit. The only way you could possibly carry this off is with something a little more drastic" Janet said as she motioned him into the changing room. "Start taking your clothes off and we'll see what we can do". Daniel's heart had sunk so low by now, that he was becoming desperate. He had visions of a life in prison when the inmates found out that he had been sent down for impersonating a female. He would be the target of every female starved felon in the jail - just dying to see just how pretty he could be for them! "J..just what do you mean by drastic?" he queried as his pants slid to the floor. She turned him around and lifted his arm up, feeling behind his upper ribs. "I mean you will need to make some body changes, you know - like something to change your natural shape" she replied, turning him around and continuing to add to his fears. "You could consider breast implants to give what would appear to be natural breasts, you could have liposuction to remove some of the masculine bulk around your waist and could even transfer it to other parts of your body. This would work, although I do have some other suggestions". He visibly paled at the thoughts of implants - that was just too much and he was highly offended at this candid assessment of his well-toned body! "Bulk - I don't have any bulk - this is all muscle" he said, pulling at the firm skin around his stomach as Janet looked a little put out at having her creativity interrupted. "Please .. please, go on" Daniel said nervously, sensing Janet's impatience. "You really don't have that much time if you're going to be even halfway convincing so if you agree to my proposals, then we can start now - we haven't got a lot on at the moment". She saw his worried face, and his nervousness and said gently, "don't worry - everything is reversible" and saw him give a sigh of relief at hearing this. "Well, we have some amazing things nowadays that have proved very successful during trials on others - we will start these today to give you the best chance of everything healing. I will need your consent though, especially if you need me to get you some ID as well" she said as she led him, wearing just his boxers, downstairs into a more clinical environment, "but don't worry - I can get that later". "Hmmm - maybe a little work to bob the nose a shade; add a little pout - maybe we could highlight his cheekbones" she thought to herself as she examined his profile and he followed her directions. * * * * * "I think it's time to give Daniel - or should I say Emma - a call to tell 'her' you've set up 'here, in France, safely," Annie said as Emily put down the phone from dealing with a new client. "I think so, I'll give him a call now. You know, I think I am going to have to be away for at least a month if he's going to see this through all the way. He won't question this but I am going to need to buy some new things - this will take longer than I originally thought. How about joining me on a shopping spree tomorrow" Emily said with a smile on her face. "Oh goody" Annie clapped her hands, "you know how much I love shopping". "And while we're shopping we can get some things for a little holiday next week - I've decided we are taking a trip to London to see my 'cousin's' father". "London - oh wow! I've never been there" Annie squealed before running across to Emily and kissing her deeply on her lips. * * * * * "Okay, you can get dressed now" the female Doctor Windrush said to Daniel as he lifted his naked body from the table, feeling a little woozy. "You've been out for a day now while we worked on you but, believe me, I think you'll be pleased with the results," she said as he struggled to get up. A day - he had been out for a whole day - what had they been doing to him? He could feel pain from every area of his body - from his eyes down to his toes. In his post-operational drug-induced haze he had no idea just what he had agreed to - only that he had to be a convincing, and pretty, young woman if he was going to be able to pull this scam off! "Now I've only given you small implants for now but the new formula crystals inside them will swell a little as they absorb the natural moisture from you body to give you an acceptable size" the docotor continued. Daniel didn't know what to say first, he felt disorientated by the movement from his chest as he sat up. The pair of breasts may only have been small and budding - just like a teenage girl's, but to him they looked, and felt, huge! As he took his hands away from where he had been gently feeling his breasts, he became aware of a sore feeling throughout his body. He knew that he had received a number of injections and, only now, asked what they had been for. "I have given you three different treatments in total; I wouldn't normally have given you these all at the same time but Janet tells me that time is of the essence" the Doctor continued. "I have placed three capsules under your muscle tissue here" she said indicating at a point on his back, just above his left hip, "which contain a highly concentrated form of eostrogen. They should soon start softening your skin and, by building a small layer of fat, will soften your overall appearance as well as inhibiting any male pattern hair growth that would normally appear on your body". Her comments seemed totally abstract to him, and unrelated to anything he would have considered normal, as he listened to her continue, almost like she was describing some animal or a piece of meat! "They will also start to complement your new breast growth, giving them a very natural appearance over time" Time - what's all this over time business about? He would be back to normal as soon as this was all over - wouldn't he! "In addition to these capsules I have injected a virus directly into the muscles around your biceps, waist and calves, which should give your