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************ Author's note: This is my first attempt at fiction of any type. I wrote it partially to see if I could write anything sensible, and partially for my own enjoyment. Having read the work of others I feel that I would like to share this with you. The story is not complete and I may not finish it, but Part 2 is half written. If you like it or have positive suggestions for its development please let me know. Oh, and it may be freely copied but not sold. [email protected] ************ Stephanie's Trilogy by Stephanie Walsh Part 1.: Awakening Philip had worked at Brackman and Co, a large firm of solicitors in the north for six months. At 5' 7' he was not very tall, rather slim, mainly through under eating while living alone, and he had often been teased about his higher than normal voice pitch. He had studied management and business studies at university and had then been unemployed for nearly a year, despite his Honours Degree. He had had to move over 300 miles to get the job All of the employees at Brackman were women. Mrs Janet Forsythe was the office manager with Philip her assistant and the network manager, and there were several other girls working in the office all about the same age as Philip. For most of the time Philip felt a little 'out of the loop'. The girls were friendly enough but often they would stop talking when Philip approached or would change the topic of conversation. One girl seemed to get on better with Philip more than the others. Rachael would often sit with Philip during the breaks and chat. She found Philip to be rather shy and awkward but he would do anything to help her and the other girls in the office and she liked him for this. Friday started at 9 o'clock in the usual way. All of the employees were at their desks. Rachael's computer would not start up and logon to the network so she called Philip over. 'Can you help me', she asked, 'the damn thing won't logon again! I've tried everything I know but I'm still stuck with this silly message.' Philip leaned over Rachael an saw the problem immediately -the network bncp connector was loose. Philip tightened the connector and immediately Rachael said 'I'm in. Just a moment, what are you wearing?' 'What do you mean?' replied a blushing Philip. 'I can see something rather odd inside the top of your trousers. Are you wearing knickers?' 'No I'm not!' Philip emphatically denied. Rachael walked around the desk and thrust her hand down the back of Philip's trousers. Grabbing a handful of Lycra satin she pulled her hand out. 'And what do you call this then?', she shouted. At this all over the other girls gathered around and strained to see what Philip was wearing. 'All right, yes, they are a pair of knickers' 'And these lines under your shirt, are you wearing a camisole as well?' 'Yes.' 'Why are you wearing women's underwear?' Susan asked. 'I just feel comfortable in them, I'm not doing any harm!!'. 'I don't think I like the idea of working with a pervert.' muttered Carol. The others said similar things and looked rather disapprovingly at Philip. Rachael rallied around. 'There is no harm in a man wearing women's underwear. If Philip like to wear our clothes what is the harm in that?' Carol piped up, ' If he like wearing women's underwear to work, he should wear everything. I'll tell you what,' she went on, 'on Monday he can come to work dressed as a girl and work the full day or I'm complaining to Mr Brackman.' The others immediately chimed in and agreed. Philip was horrified. Turning to Rachael he gasped 'What am I going to do? If I don't come in on Monday dressed as a girl, I'll be in trouble and lose my job'. Rachael shooed the rest of the group away and told Philip to get a chair and sit with her. 'Do you like wearing women's clothing Philip?' 'Yes I do'. He replied sheepishly. 'Why do you do it?' 'I just feel happier and somehow at peace with myself... and I like the feel of the clothes and the way they fit.' 'How much female clothing do you have?' 'Not very much, just a couple or pairs of nickers and camisoles'. 'Well, you're not going to look very good on Monday in that. I think we're going to have to do some shopping this weekend.' 'You're serious about this aren't you' 'Look Philip, this is a golden opportunity for you. You like wearing female clothing and now you have a chance to wear some to work. The other girls expect you to come to work in skirts on Monday so what have you got to lose?' 'Well I...' Philip stuttered 'I'll tell you what,' Rachael continued, 'my boyfriend Alan is away this weekend and my sister has gone to work in Canada. Come home with me tonight and stop the weekend, you can use her room. I'll help you to buy some clothes for Monday and to help you look feminine.' By now Philip was feeling rather swept along by the course of events and accepted Rachael's offer, more to bring an end to the discussions and return to his work. At 4.30 the staff finished for the day and Rachael grabbed Philip. 'OK, lets go!' 'You're really serious aren't you?' 'Too right. We'll go back to your place, dump your car and you can change into jeans and a tee shirt and a pair of trainers.' 'What else should I bring?' Rachael thought for a moment and then responded 'Just your other clothes and a toothbrush.' When they arrived at Philip's home, he parked his car and then took Rachael up to his flat. While he changed out of his work suit and packed his toiletries Rachael had a look around the flat. It was rather Spartan with a small stereo, a PC and a small t.v When Philip came out of the bedroom she asked him about the flat. Philip told her that it was a furnished rented apartment. As they were leaving, Rachael noticed a couple of letters with an unopened letter with "Final Reminder" on the top of a small table by the door. Rachael's home was large house left to Rachael and her sister, Naomi, when their parents died in motorway accident. They went in and Rachael showed Philip to Naomi's bedroom. 'Make yourself at home. Naomi has taken most of her thing with her to Canada. When your settled we'll have some dinner and then we'll start getting you ready!'. After dinner Rachael started the planning. 'Right Philip, if your staying with me in my home then we have to be 'girls together'. I want you to strip off an let me see what we have to do and so that I can measure you.' Philip started to splutter but a stern look from Rachael stopped him. He went back into the bedroom and removed his clothes. Wrapping a towel around himself he returned to the living room. Rachael had a tape measure ready and measured Philip's chest, waist and hips. She then put the tape against his waist and let it fall. When she had all of the measurements she wanted she turned to Philip and said, 'You're going to be a size 14. Now go into the bathroom and you'll find some Immac in the cabinet. Put it on your legs and arms and wait about 10 minutes and then shower off. You're not very hairy really so we don't have to worry about anywhere else. How often do you shave?' 'Once every three days usually. I don't seem to have much of a beard.' 'Good,' she replied, 'use the shampoo that's in the shower to wash your hair and when you come out of the shower wrap a towel around your head and a bath towel around your body, don't dry your hair because I'm going to restyle it. Its a good job that it is quite long.' Philip did as he was instructed and found the new smoothens of his legs and arms very pleasant. Rachael told him to sit in a chair in the kitchen and started snipping. When she had finished she told Philip to go back in the shower and shampoo and condition his hair. When he had finished he returned to the chair in the kitchen and Rachael rubbed a lotion into his hair smelling of ammonia. Next she started to put curlers in, securing them with clips. Philip realised he was getting a perm and decided not raise any protest but to just enjoy the feminisation process. When she had finished Rachael wrapped the towel back around Philip's head and sat to talk to him. 'Now you can always get the perm cut out but its much better than wearing a wig. Will you tell me truthfully about yourself?' she went on. 'Do you just like dressing up or do you want to be a girl?' 'I'm not sure, I do enjoy wearing the few clothes I have, and I often dream of what it would be like to be a girl. I don't really understand how I feel' Rachael left Philip and went to look at the clothes he had brought with him. She was puzzled by what she found. Most of the underwear was rather old fashioned -the sort an elderly woman might wear. She returned to the kitchen and took a pair of tweezers from her bag. Sitting in front of him she started to shape his eyebrows. 'Where did you get those clothes from?' she quietly asked. Philip, flinching as each hair came out, looked at her and said ' I was too embarrassed to buy them myself so I asked the lady in the flat next door to buy a few sets of underwear. I told her they were to be a present for my mother'. 'That explains those awful rags,' Rachael muttered, ' Tomorrow we are going to get you a week's worth of lingerie and two outfits. It's a good job the dress code at Brackman's is fairly casual -you'll be able wear your new clothes at the weekends as well. Right that's your eyebrows finished, let's do you hair.' Rachael applied the neutraliser and then began to take the rollers out. When she had finished she rinsed Philip's hair over the sink and then began to brush and blow dry his hair. Taking mascara, eyeshadow from her bag and a lipstick, Rachael applied the make-up to Philip' face. When that was complete she told Philip to go to his bedroom and put on the things she had put out on the bed while he was in the shower. In the bedroom Philip found a nightdress and a satin robe. He slipped the nightie over his head, relishing the feel of the satiny smoothness as the nightie slid down over his body. Moving to the mirror he gasped at the image he saw there. A young girl, her hair in a stylish curvy bob stared back. Only the lack of bustline spoiled the image. Philip picked the robe of the bed and put it on and went back into the living room where Rachael was now sitting. 'I look fabulous,' he exclaimed 'thank you so much' 'Wait until we've been shopping tomorrow.' grinned Rachael, 'when I've finished with you, you'll knock 'em dead on Monday.' The pair sat chatting, Rachael probing Philip more and more about his feelings and leanings, until they both agreed, rather bleary eyed, to go to bed just after midnight. The following day, Philip showered and then Rachael showed him how to style his hair and then she did his makeup for him. Philip then put one of his old nix on and his jeans. Rachael gave him one of her large sweaters to wear and sprayed a little Poison on his neck. She then gave him one of her shoulder bags to put his wallet and a couple of cosmetics in. 'The sweater will hid the lack of bust, right, lets go', yelled Rachael, ' make sure you've got everything' They arrived 45 minutes later at the Metro Centre. Heading directly to the first jewellers the could see, Rachael asked the salesman to pierce Philip's ears and fit two pearl earrings. 'That's a little present from me,' she explained, 'now you look very feminine. We'll go to M&S next, they have some really nice lingerie' With Philip carrying the shopping basket they moved through the bras and knickers at the big M&S store. 'I think you'll look best with a 'B' cup and I think you need underwiring.' she explained dropping a cream matching bra and knickers set into the basket. When Rachael had finished Philip had a selection of different colours of seven sets of bras and knickers, all of different styles. They then attacked the camisoles and in short time, five lacy trimmed camisoles in white, cream and black went into the basket. As they walked past the teddies Rachael spotted two very sexy teddies with lace edging. Needless to say, a black and a white pair followed the camisoles. 'Now I think a couple of nighties. Look at these. Aren't they just dainty. I love the detailing around the bust and the straps. Which colours do you like?' she said, holding one of the nighties against Philip. 'It comes to just on the knee, just the right length!' 'I rather like the dusty blue and the apricot', Philip replied happily, 'and I think I'll take that cream satin robe as well'. 'We'll just get you some stockings or tights. Which do you prefer?' 'I don't know.' he smiled back, 'What do you suggest?' 'Well, you don't have a full hip line so I think tights might be better for the moment' They selected a 6 pack of bamboo and nearly black tights from the display and then had a look at the shoes on the nearby stand. 'What size are you?' she enquired. '7, normally.' 'I don't think much of what is here, we will go to a proper shoe shop later. Ok, let's pay for these and then we can go to Wallace and Next to get you some top clothes.' At the till the sales girl smiled as the unloaded the basket, 'you two ladies have had some fun today.' She said as she passed each garment under the scanner. Philip smiled happily at the complement turned to look at Rachael. Rachael returned the smile and told the girl that her friend had just decided to cheer herself up to get over a broken relationship. The sales girl consoled Philip and told him not worry, because there were plenty more fish in the sea. At Wallace they bought a slinky dark blue dress with a flared skirt and a V neck top. The skirt was just above the knee when Rachael held it against Philip. Philip spotted a pleated mini skirt that he fancied and a white sleeveless satin top with an embroidered motif. At Next they picked up a pale lilac business suit that was a strait short skirt and a collarless jacket. Rachael advised Philip that he could wear the white blouse with the outfit but he really should get another. Looking through the racks they found a royal blue blouse with paler blue vertical lines running through it. Philip liked the capped sleeves. As they left the store they saw Saxones shoes and went in. Philip was not wearing any socks so he was able to try on several pairs of shoes until they found two that seemed right. A dark blue, 1inch heel court shoe and a second pair in white. As they were walking back towards the car they passed M&S. Rachael exclaimed 'You need some underskirts!' Darting into the store they quickly selected two satin slips that would go with the purchases. Once in the car Rachael turned to Philip and said that there was one more place they had to go to on the other side of town. The arrived at the store and Philip saw that it was a medical supplies retailer. Rachael went into the store leaving Philip in the car. When she returned a few minutes later she had something in a carrier bag with store's name on. She threw the package onto the back seat and then drove home. When they arrived back at Rachael's house, Rachael and Philip took all of his purchases up to his room and laid them out on the bed. 'You can put all of these things away in the wardrobe and the dressing table drawers later but let's just have a cup of coffee and a rest. I'm shattered!' Philip readily agreed but could barely conceal his excitement at the prospect of trying everything on. The pair had a light snack and a refreshing cup of coffee and then Rachael turned to Philip 'Go and take your makeup off and have a shower and while you're there shave your pubic area. Leave just a female triangle. Put a towel on your hair and come and in me in your bedroom.' When Philip had finished and returned to the bedroom, Rachael then instructed him. 'We are going to make you a feminine as possible and that includes getting rid of that.' She said pointing to his penis. She took a roll of medical adhesive tape from the bag from the medical store and cutting off one piece 3 inches long and a second a little shorter she directed Philip. 'Right, tuck your testicles back up inside your body. Good, now fold your penis down the middle of the empty scrotal sack. Fold the skin over the top of your penis and hold it there. Right!' Stepping forward Rachael place the two pieces of tape on the folded skin holding them in place. 'I saw this trick on television some time ago on a programme about drag artists.' She explained. 'OK, now go and put the burgundy bra and nix on.' Philip did as he was told and then turning he saw in Rachael's hand the other purchase from the medical store. Rachael was holding a silicon breast prosthesis. She had applied and adhesive to the back. Carefully she put the breastform into the correct bra cup and then prepared the second. When that was in place she said to Philip, 'They will take a few minutes to stick properly but I was told that you can keep these on without a bra for a few days at a time, so you can sleep in them if you want to.' Philip looked at himself in the mirror and was thrilled to see a very convincing girl looking back with breasts and a flat pubic area. 'No one will ever know' he thought to himself. They then went through all of the purchases trying different combinations. Philip loved wearing the teddies. One had a string gusset, and with his tucked penis, he looked very feminine in it. Rachael watched Philip admiring himself in the mirror and she grinned to herself. 'OK Philip, put one of your new nighties on and your new robe and we'll have something to eat. Don't forget to dry your hair and brush it out.' Philip put all of the clothes away and then joined Rachael in the kitchen wearing his apricot nightie and robe. She was busy preparing a meal from the freezer. He loved the feel of his breasts as they jiggled gently as he walked and the strange absence of anything between his legs. When she saw him, she beckoned him to sit at the table. 'We'll get you fully dressed up tomorrow and perhaps go out for a while so that you can get more used to being a girl in public.' While they eat, Rachael broached the subject of a female name for Philip. 'What do you want to be called when you are 'en femme'? We had one or two tricky moments today.' Philip thought for a few moments. ' I think I like 'Stephanie' 'Great, I love that name,' enthused Rachael, 'I think it is really feminine! I like the short form, Steph, as well. OK, let's go and watch a little TV before we go to bed. I'm bushed after today's shopping.' The following morning Philip and Rachael sat in their nighties having breakfast. 'What do you want to do today,' enquired Rachael 'Think I had better leave that to you, you seemed to have everything planned up to now' smiled Philip. 'Well, the shops are open on Sundays these days so why don't we do a little more shopping -you'll be able to try things on now you've got a bust! Do you like any sports? 'I enjoy swimming' replied Philip. 'Well there we are Steph, you need a swimming costume!' 'But when will I wear it?' spluttered Philip 'Since I know your little secret you can be one of my girlfriends and we can do things together when Alan is away. Would you like that?' 'I'd love it! Would you really do that for me?' 'Why not, I like you as a friend and I think we could be good girlfriends' Philip breathed a big sigh, 'I am so grateful to you Rachael, I really don't know what to say.' 'Thank you', is enough Stephanie. Now then, we forgot to get you a set of cosmetics. We can go to Boots and get some of their Number 7 range, and I think you need a top coat of some kind. It's quite warm today but you know how quickly the weather can change.' The prospect of living as a girl each weekend and having a friend to go out with really pleased Philip. He had spent a lot of money so far, but he knew that it was necessary if he wanted to have the same choices as any other girl. 'You get showered first and then I'll go in after you. I'll help you get dressed once you've done your hair.' Philip went into the bathroom, slipped his robe and nightie off and stepped into the shower. When he rinsed the soap from his eyes he realised that Rachael was sitting on the toilet having a pee. 'We really are girls together' he mused. As he stepped out of the shower, a naked Rachael passed him the bath towel to wrap around himself while he dried his hair. With his hair in a turban Philip put a powder blue bra and knicker set on and the matching camisole he had bought. Then sat at the dresser to blow dry his hair. Rachael came in her bra and knickers to see how he was getting on. 'Oh good, you've got your blue set on. Put a pair of bamboo tights on, a slip and your new blue dress and I'll help you with your makeup.' A little later when Rachael had finished Philip's makeup she took a step back to take a critical look. 'There's something not quite right.' 'I know -you need some jewellery. I'll lend you some of mine and then you'll be ready. If you can afford it Stephanie, you might want to buy a lady's watch for yourself today.' After Philip had put on a gold chain with a pendant on his neck and a couple of bracelets on each wrist and a spray of Rachael's Poison perfume, the two girls were ready to do some serious shopping again. Walking through the Metro Centre Philip was very nervous. He felt that every one was looking at him and could see he was a boy dressed in women's' clothes. Rachael noticed his unease and told him to relax as he looked fine. Philip explained his fears and Rachael laughed. 'If you look carefully Stephanie, it is the men who are looking at you, the women are barely giving you a glance. This what it is like to be a girl, especially an attractive one like you. You will get used to being looked up and down by men. Enjoy it, it's part of the fun!' At Debenhams they found a multicoloured striped swim suit in the sports section. In the ladies' clothes area they managed to find a 3/4 length coat in a neutral beige. Philip decided to wear it out from the store as he felt just a little underdressed for early May. In Boots, Philip bought a complete of cosmetics and a cosmetic bag to store them in. At the perfume counter the two girls had fun trying different fragrances. Philip bought a bottle of Poison for Rachael and an atomiser of Charlie for himself. He really preferred the scent of Poison but he felt he should choose something different to Rachael's favourite perfume. Their next stop was at the jeweller. Here Philip and Rachael chose a ladies watch in gold. The Sekio was an expensive purchase but Philip knew that he would love wearing it for years to come. At the jewellery counter Philip picked out a pair of pendant earrings for himself and a pair with two inter- twined golden spirals as another thank you present for Rachael. The jeweller used a gun to fire a gold stud into each of Philip's earlobes. As the pair were walking back to the car Philip started to walk towards the men's toilet. 'Where do you think you're going' enquired a laughing Rachael. 'I need to pee' replied Philip. 'Not in there you're not,' Rachael retorted, 'come with me to the ladies!' The two girls had to queue to get a stall, but once inside Philip raised the skirt of his dress, pulled down his knickers and tights and sat on the pedestal and released a steady stream. 'At least I don't have to hold and shake myself while I'm taped in' he thought. When he had finished he wiped himself front to back and pulled his underwear back into palace. Straightening his dress, Philip flushed the toilet and emerged from the stall to see a smiling Rachael at the mirror checking her makeup. 'Better for that?', she asked, 'I think you need to touch your lipstick up a bit as well.' Philip took his lipstick from his bag and carefully applied it. When he had finished he gently blotted his lips with a tissue, as he had been shown, and dropped the carmine stained paper into the waste bin. Back in the car Rachael turned to Philip. 'Well that wasn't too bad Steph, was it? What shall we do now? 'How about a pub lunch? My treat!' Philip offered. At the Rose and Crown the pair enjoyed a ploughman's lunched washed down with a glass of Chardonnay. The two girls attracted the attention of a couple of local lads having a Sunday pint and enjoyed a light-hearted conversation with them. The boys tried to buy the two a drink but Rachael graciously refused and explained they were leaving. Back home the pair sat and chatted over a cup of coffee, Philip admiring his new watch. The jeweller had adjusted the strap so the Philip could wear it from the shop. 'You know Stephanie, I've really enjoyed these past two days. It has been a lot of fun. It's rather nice having another girl in the house -I think I miss my sister.' Rachael reflected. "Shall we watch TV tonight, Pride and Prejudice is on. While the two watched the play Philip reshaped his fingernails and applied nail polish for the next day. Leaning over, he inspected his toes. 'Why not.' He thought. Peeling off his tights he then proceeded to coat his toenails. Satisfied, he turned to the TV to watch the play. While he was watching the television, he could not take his mind off the big day back at work. Subconsciously he tucked his legs up under himself, covering them completely with the skirt of his dress. This did not go unnoticed by Rachael, who smiled inwardly to herself, recognising the feminine posture. It was a nervous Philip that rose at 7 a.m. on Monday morning. He sat on the toilet to relieve himself and then Rachael walked in. 'Good morning celebrity girl' 'Don't say that, I'm scared silly Rachael' 'Don't worry. You've been out in public and no one guessed you're anything other than normal 25 year old girl'. 'But they know in the office I'm not!' 'That's not the point. They are expecting a man in drag. They are going to get a girl -that will be a real shock' Rachael supervised Philip dressing while dressing herself. Wearing his new lilac suit, white blouse and the loaned jewellery under his top coat, Philip stepped into the car with Rachael. As the two girls tucked their skirts in and settle into the seats, they looked at each other holding their crossed fingers up. Rachael was the first to enter the office. 'Pay attention everyone, I have an announcement to make. I'd like to introduce the new assistant office and network manager -Miss Stephanie Walsh. The office stopped and turned to look at the door in hushed expectation. Philip made his entrance. Walking into the centre of room he took his coat off, wrapped it over his left arm and did a model's twirl. The whole office exploded with applause. Mrs Forsythe came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, 'Welcome Stephanie, or may I call you Steph? 'I'd be happy for you to call me Steph, Mrs Forsythe' 'Well I'm sure you know your way around' she said with a broad grin and a wink of the eye. The morning passed in a blur for Philip. All of the girls made a point of coming over to him and complementing him. Finally Carol sat by him. ' I'm pleased you met the challenge. To be honest, I would never have said anything to Mr Brackman, I just wanted to tease you. You really are very convincing -you rather look like that girl on the TV , Philipa Forrester.' 'I've had a crash course.' 'Well you seemed to have passed with flying colours. Do you enjoy being a girl?' 'Yes I do. I love the clothes, the way they feel, and I love they way I'm treated now by other men' 'It is rather nice, isn't it.', Carol responded, 'Well, your one of us now.' 'Well at least for today' 'Why just today? You've made the move, stick with it if this is what you want.' It was 10 minutes to 12 o'clock when the senior partner, Mr Eric Brackman, walked through the office. 'Morning everyone.' He stopped and looked around the room. 'Mrs Forsythe, where is Philip this morning, has he 'phoned in ill?' 'Philip left us on Friday Mr Brackman. This is Stephanie, she's his replacement' 'I'm really sorry to hear that Mrs Forsythe. Philip was an excellent employee. I was really pleased with the way he kept the office network running. We can't afford to lose another employee like that.' Brackman turned to Philip and warmly shook his hand. 'Welcome to Brackman and Brackman Stephanie. I hope you'll be happy with us. I'm going to make you an offer -if you are as good as Philip was, then we'll see that you get a ten percent pay rise in six weeks. Perhaps we can keep you a bit longer then Philip then.' Philip stuttered a "thank you" as Brackman turned and went to his own office. He sat down clutching the edge of his chair in shock. Mrs Forsythe smiled gently, 'Are you OK Stephanie' 'I'm not sure, this is all a bit much!' 'Perhaps you should go to the ladies and freshen up Steph. Carol, we can use the mens' loo to store all those boxes that are in the corridor. We won't be needing a toilet for any men in this office from now on.' 'Certainly Mrs Forsythe, I'll do it right away. Come on Sandra you can help.' Rachael approached Philip and knelt by his side. There was a concerned look on her face. 'Are you alright?' 'I don't know. I've lost my job here as a man and I'll have to work as a woman if I want to stay' 'Don't forget that extra ten percent. Don't you want to work as a woman? Everybody likes you as a girl. You heard Mrs Forsythe, you are to be treat like any other girl here.' 'Yes I'd love to work here as a girl. I just can't get used to the idea'. Tears were dripping down Philips' face, mascara streaming in black rivulets over his cheeks. Rachael gently wiped the smudges away with a tissue. 'Come one, let's get you sorted out in the ladies. You look a mess.' Philip looked up at Rachael and smiled then blew a kiss. A silent "Thank you" left his lips. By the time Philip and Rachael emerged from the toilet it was lunchtime. Carol wandered over and invited both of them out to lunch. They went to a nearby pub that sold a lunchtime selection of cold dishes. Rachael went to the bar and ordered a round of Chardonnay. Sitting next to Philip she passed the glass across to him. 'There you are Stephanie, that will relax you' 'Oh boy, I need it!' 'Well it looks like we have a slight problem' Philip looked up in alarm. 'Don't worry silly,' she went on, 'I only mean that you're going to have to buy a lot more clothes. You can't survive in that outfit and your other dress for the week. I tell you what, Alan phoned last night. He's not due back until the weekend. You can stay with me until then and we can go shopping each night after work.' 'Oh Rachael you really are so kind to me, I don't know what to say' 'Try "yes"' 'Yes please!' 'Well that's settled' chimed in Carol, 'Can we eat this lunch now? I'm famished!' The threesome laughed and started their meal, chatting happily thoughout. At five p.m. Rachael and Philip finished for the day. They were walking towards the door when Carol rushed passed them. 'I'll be looking forward to seeing your new outfit tomorrow Stephanie.' They went directly to the Metro Centre and started some serious shopping. Skirts, blouses, knitted tops, underskirts piled into the wire basket. At the checkout the sales assistant looked at the pile of clothes and drew an intake of breath. 'Boy, you girls know how to shop. There's over three hundred pounds worth of clothes here.' 'My friend has just got a new job and we're celebrating' was Rachael's response. They were passing a leather goods shop when Rachael spotted a black shoulder bag in the window. 'You need your own handbag. Lets go in have a look at that one in the window.' The bag was made out of a soft Napa leather. It had several compartments inside and a pocket under the flap. Philip loved it. While he was paying for the bag Rachael spotted an organiser purse. She paid the assistant for it with a large note. When she received the change, she put the coins into the purse and passed to Philip. 'Here you Stephanie, your new purse. I've put some coins in it for luck!' 'I can't accept this, please let me pay for it' 'Don't be silly Steph, no woman buys her own purse' Philip leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. 'Thank you... again' Back at Rachael's, Philip was sent to put his clothes away while Rachael started the dinner. 'It's your turn to cook tomorrow night' 'I can't cook' he shouted back down the stairs. 'Then you're going to have to learn. All women cook and your not going to be an exception.' After the meal Philip started to transfer his things from his wallet into the purse. 'This is going to take some getting used to.' he thought. Rachael watched him fill the purse pockets with his credit cards and driving license. 'Stephanie, think about this carefully. Your going to be working full time as a woman. That means driving to work and back in female clothes. What would you do if you had to produce your driver's licence if you had a bump? And when we go shopping for clothes and lingerie, you need to pay for things with a credit card or cheque -you can't keep going to cash machines for cash.' 'What should I do?' 'Change your name legally. You can send your driving licence back and they'll give you a replacement. You just have to fill in the form on the back first and get a photo taken at a machine for the new style licences. All you'll need to do with your bank is send the old cards back with a covering letter and they will issue you with new cards.' 'I don't know,' he replied quietly, 'its a big step.' 'You've made your biggest step Stephanie.' 'I suppose I have. OK, in for a penny, in for a pound.' Philip picked up a pen and completed the back of the licence. He felt a shiver passing down his spine as he wrote "Stephanie Walsh" in the Names box and "Miss" for his title. Rachael handed him an envelope and he wrote the address on the front. The completed form then went into the outside pocket of his new shoulder bag. Philip put the purse into his bag and then started to transfer the cosmetics he had in Rachael's lent bag. Rachael passed him two tampons and a couple of panty shields. He looked at her quizzically. 'I don't need these' 'You need the tampons to lend to other girls. We often borrow them from each other if we start unexpectedly, and you never know about the shields. They don't take much room up.' A packet of tissues was next to go into the bag and finally his keys. 'I hadn't realised girls need to carry so much stuff.' he thought. Tuesday morning Rachael was first in the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet when Philip walked in. 'Sorry Rachael, I hadn't realised you were here.' 'It's OK, I'm only having a pee. Have you decide what to wear today?' Rachael blotted herself as she spoke. 'I thought the yellow flared skirt and the cream short sleeved blouse.' 'Umm... nice. OK, I've finished you can go now.' Rachael slipped her nightie off and stepped in the shower while Philip hitched his nightie up to sit on the toilet. As his stream hit the water in the toilet it made a splashing sound. 'You were certainly ready for that.' She called above the noise of the shower. 'Go and put the kettle on for a cup of coffee. I'll call you when I've finished. The day at Brackman's passed quickly. Philip noticed how his relationship with the other girls had changed. They included him in their conversations when he approached. Often they would touch him on the arm when making a point. At eleven o'clock Janet Forsythe came to him carrying a piece of paper. 'I need you to sign this Steph. It is a form for the Social Security and National Insurance office to tell them of your change of name.' 'Here we go again.' he thought, picking up a pen. At lunch, Philip, Rachael and Carol sat together. Philip remembered the letter on the table by the front door of his flat. 'Can we go to my flat on the way home tonight please Rachael?' 'Sure. Is there a problem?' 'There might be. I need to check my mail.' Carol leaned forward and took a sip from her drink. Settling back in her chair, she turned to Philip. 'Some of the girls in the office are going Ten Pin bowling on Thursday night. Would you like to come?' Philip was taken aback by the question. He had not realised that he was liked that much that he would be included in the girls social activities. Then he thought to himself, 'They would never have asked me last week. I must be fitting in now.' He looked up from his drink, 'I'd love to, but I'm not very good.' 'That's Ok, don't worry. We're all pretty bad but it's a good giggle. Are you coming Rachael?' 'I can't say at the moment. I'm expecting Alan back at the end of this week.' The trio returned to work. Philip was feeling much more comfortable now with the rest of the office staff. He was beginning to accept that they now saw him as just one of themselves. Mid way through the afternoon he was working on a staff rota with Janet Forsythe. 'Why did you set me up yesterday?' 'Oh that business with Mr Brackman?' 'Yes. Why?' 'Well, to be honest, we have all suspected for some time that you might not be all you seemed to be. When you came into the office on Monday morning there was such a happy look on your face and you seemed to fit in so well during the morning that it seemed the right thing to do. Did I do wrong?' Philip thought deeply for a moment. 'No. I think I'm going to be grateful to you for ever. You and Rachael seem to know what I really want from my life.' 'I can always tell Brackman that I sacked you and re-employed Philip at fifteen percent pay rise -I'm sure he'd accept that.' Philip paused and sighed deeply. It was a crunch moment. 'No. Stephanie Walsh works here now.' 'Good. Now then, about these rotas...' At the flat that evening Philip picked the mail on the floor behind his front door as he entered the apartment. Sitting on a chair he flicked through the mail until he found one particular envelope. Slitting it open he read. Dear Mr Walsh, Further to our recent offer to renew you tenancy agreement. In view of not receiving any response from you, despite several reminders, we have now assumed that you wish to terminate your tenancy. Accordingly, as agreed by contract, you will vacate the above premises at the end of this month. Yours sincerely, Imran Estates. 'That's it. I'm homeless!' 'What has happened?' 'It is my own fault. I just forgot to post the contract renewal last week. It is still on the table by the door.' 'So what happens now?' I've got until the end of the month to find somewhere to live -fat chance of finding a furnished flat in that time.' 'Live with me.' 'Wwwhat???' 'Come and live with me. Naomi will not be coming back for at least twelve months. You can have her room and we can share all the bills. I bet you'll even save money!' Philip looked tenderly at her. 'You'd do that for me?' 'I'll do it for Stephanie. Alan would not understand Philip living with me.' Philip thought deeply into the meaning of her words. 'I'll be Stephanie full time.' he thought. 'Do I want to go that far?' Rachael interrupted his thoughts. 'We have got on like a house on fire these past few days. I think we can be really good friends -more like sisters, and I really miss my real sister. Please say yes.' A full minute passed in silence and then Philip rose and hugged Rachael. 'Oh yes please Rachael, I would love to be your sister. Thank you so much.' The two girls sat on the sofa together and planned the move. Philip would return to the flat at the end of each day and bring some of his belongings over in his car. By the end of the week he would have completely moved out and could hand the keys in. They made a start in the bedroom. Rachael went directly to the wardrobe and opened it. 'You wont be needing any of these clothes now Steph.' Philip grinned back 'No, I guess not. What shall we do with them?' 'We can drop them off at the OXFAM shop on the way over to our place.' She said, deliberately stressing the "our". 'Fine. I'll find a box' They arrived back at the house a couple of hours later. OXFAM had been delighted with the large box of men's clothes two attractive young ladies had brought into their shop that early evening. Some of the garments were clearly brand new and probably would be bought by the shop's staff for husbands and boyfriends. Rachael and Philip sat around the kitchen table discussing how to share the bills when they both realised they had not eaten. 'Hey Steph, its your turn to cook dinner!' Philip looked up in mild alarm. 'Me cook? Do you want to live?' 'Come on, you have to start sometime. I'll help you. Here put this apron on to keep your nice clothes from splashes.' The two girls worked together, preparing vegetables. Rachael passed Philip a copy of Deliah Smith's cookbook and Philip followed the Chicken Marsala recipe while Rachael put some rice on. Apart from a minor accident when some sauce splashed Philip's chest the meal went well. 'See, you should always wear an apron when cooking. We'll have to get you your own!' Rachael grinned maliciously, 'I know, one in pink shaped like a heart with lots of frills around the edge.' 'Your enjoying this aren't you?' reposted Philip in mock anger. Rachael became serious. 'Yes I am. I was always bullied a bit by Naomi and I suppose I like pushing you around a little as well. I hope I'm not hurting your feelings?' 'No of course not. If we are to be sisters then you are my "big sister" since your older than me and I suppose I must expect a little bossing around now and again.' 'Hey less of the older sister -there's only three months between us.' 'Yes, but a lifetime of girlhood.' At that they both went quiet. Rachael spoke first. 'Well, you're a woman now and I'm going to make sure that you become as full a woman as is possible.' As the two girls were getting ready for bed Rachael wandered into Philip's bedroom. 'Steph, have you got any nail polish remover? Hey, what's wrong with your chest? The skin is inflamed around your bust. When did you last remove your breast forms?' 'Err, I haven't taken them off. I have got so used to having them that I didn't think to remove them. I'll do it now'. Philip's chest was inflamed by the several days use of adhesive breast forms pulling on the skin. Rachael was very shocked. 'We're going to have to think of an alternative to these forms. When I got them for you, I only expected you to be wearing them for short periods of time. I'm going to have to think this over.' A flat chested Philip went to bed in a rather miserable state. It was the first time since he had started his transformation that he was without a bust and he did not feel comfortable about it. During breakfast the next day Rachael put her new idea to Philip. 'Steph, since you're going full time as a female what do you think about HRT?' 'What?' 'Hormone replacement therapy. You would develop boobs and a proper female figure. I have a friend in at the university hospital who may be able to help.' 'I don't know. It's kind of permanent isn't it?' 'Would that be so bad Steph?' 'What about marriage and kids?' 'What about it? You can marry. You could adopt kids.' 'But I don't know if I like men!' 'Do you?' Philip became thoughtful. Almost in a whisper he said, 'I don't know.' 'Well it would do no harm to chat to Duncan. I'll phone him if you would like me to.' 'Let me think about Rachael. I'll let you know later.' During the morning Philip was kept very busy and had little contact with Rachael. At lunch it was Philips turn to buy. The barman had the order ready when the three girls walked in. Philip went to the counter to collect the tray. 'Fifteen pounds 35p please sweetheart.' Slightly flustered Philip dug in his bag for his purse. Finding it he counted out the money. The man sitting at the counter next to Philip watched him with amusement. 'Bloody women, you'd think they would have the money ready!' he muttered loudly. Philip blushed crimson and grabbed the tray and went across to the other two who were sitting in the corner. Putting the tray on the table Philip smoothed his skirt under his legs and sat down. Rachael noticed his colour and asked him what had happened. When Philip told him she went up to the bar by the man and ordered a half of larger. The barman placed it on the counter and as Rachael reached for the glass she "accidentally" knocked into the customers lap. 'Here's a lager, lout' Spluttering, the man got up and left the pub to the sound of the three girls laughing. When the girls had recovered their composure Rachael turned to Philip. 'Have you thought about my suggestion?' What suggestion was that Rachael?' queried Carol. Rachael told Carol about her idea. 'Why not Steph? Questioned Carol, 'You wouldn't have to worry about those falsies of yours and you'd be able to feel things in you own boobs. Womens' breasts are very sensitive you know, especially the nipples!' she said with a big smile. 'Well, I could talk to Duncan and see what he suggests.' agreed Philip. 'That sorted then. I'll phone Duncan when we get back.' Changing the subject Rachael then asked Philip about his driving licence change of details. 'Have you sent your license back to have your mname changed?' 'No not yet. I'm getting a photo from the machine on our way back to the office.' 'Well don't forget to put your new address on the back as well. You can send the form out in the office mail.' 'Good idea.' At five o'clock Rachael and Philip collected their coats and walked to Rachael's car together. They had decided to take turns using each others car to travel to work and for this week it was Rachel's vehicle they were using. 'I've phoned Duncan. I said we could go straight over now. He's working in the research wing until seven tonight.' 'Does he know that I'm really a ...' Rachael interrupted. 'Of course he does, silly. I've told him all about you!' At the hospital they had a sort walk from the car to the research building. The receptionist was expecting them and admitted them without fuss. Following her directions Rachael and Philip found Duncan's lab' easily enough. Duncan greeted Rachael like a long lost friend, which in a way she was -Duncan was an old flame of hers. Shaking Philips hand he instructed him to change into a hospital gown and jump up onto the examination table. 'Rachael tells me you would like boobs!' 'Err... yes, I suppose so.' Duncan ignored Philip's hesitation. 'Let me tell you about our latest HRT technique. It's a development from the contraception programme used in India where they use subcutaneous hormone implants. What we do here is to use an endoscope to insert these time release capsules into your lower abdomen.' Duncan showed the two girls a grey lozenge shaped object about 3cm long by about 5mm wide. 'The capsule lasts for about 4 months and has 4 cycles of hormone release built in to mimic a woman's menstrual cycle. Since you have no ovaries I would pop two of these little chaps in and a background oestrogen long release capsule. In about 3 months you would have good size breasts.' 'Are there any side effects?' asked Rachael. 'Not unless you consider the normal emotional and physical changes an woman experiences during her cycle. You wouldn't menstruate of course so you would not need to worry about tampons and so on.' Philip looked carefully at the lozenges. 'Would it hurt to have these put in?' 'Good grief, no. A little local anaesthetic in the navel, a small nick and in goes the endoscope. You'd fell the endoscope moving into place but that would be no worse than a child moving during pregnancy. I can do you now if you like -it'll only take twenty minutes, a bit like getting a tooth filled.' Duncan laughed at his own joke. Philip looked to Rachael. She smiled encouragingly back at him and mouthed 'do it'. 'Ok, yes please Duncan.' Duncan had been right. It didn't hurt and he did feel a strange wriggling inside him as the endoscope wormed it's way down to the bottom of his abdomen. Duncan placed the two HRT capsules to the rear and either side of Philip's bladder. The oestrogen capsule was placed next to the prostate. A single suture closed the incision in Philip's navel. Philip sighed with relief when that was don and was about to get down from the couch when Duncan spoke. 'Of course it will be a little while before you see any changes although you will fell them. I could give your new bust a head start.' Rachael started, 'How would you do that duncan?' 'With the endoscope of course. A small incision under each armpit and I can introduce one of these implants.' Duncan uncovered a tray on the table and showed Philip and Rachael what appeared to be a small opaque balloon with a septum cap. He twisted the balloon up into a small tube and placed it in the palm of Philip's hand. Immediately the balloon sprung back into shape. 'Silicon envelope, stainless steel spring former and we fill the implant with sterile saline solution via a hypodermic when it is in place. Good eh?' Once again Philip had the feeling that things were flowing beyond his control. 'I suppose you could do this now as well?' 'Oh yes. No trouble at all. What do you say?' Philip felt Rachael grasp his right hand and squeeze gently. 'Lets do it!' After the implants were in place and the incisions sutured, Duncan filled a large 100ml syringe with saline drip solution and probed Philips right chest until he found the septum. Carefully he inserted the needle through the skin until he felt resistance stop. Slowly Duncan began to press the plunger on the syringe in. Fascinated Philip and Rachael watched the swelling on Philips chest grow. 'Tell me when it gets too uncomfortable and I'll stop.' The swelling rose to a mound about 1 inch above the surrounding skin when Philip felt the pull was too much on his skin. 'Now!' 'Hmm, 125ml. Right, I'll inject exactly the same amount into the other implant and you'll be done. As your breasts develop we can reduce the volume of saline in the solution so that you eventually have the size of bust that nature gives you.' Moving to Philips other breast Duncan quickly found the septum and injected the saline. 'Ok you can get up now.' Slowly Philip rose from the couch. He could feel the weight of the implants in his chest. His nipples were pushing out prominently. Rachael handed him his bra. Carefully he put the bra on and felt the straps take the weight. 'Boy this feels different to the prosthesis.' he thought. 'I can feel the bra over my nipples.' Cupping each breast in his hand Philip could feel every sensation. He looked at Duncan in gratitude. 'Thank you so much. This is fantastic! I can feel every thing.' Turning to Rachael 'Is this what it is like to have breasts?' Rachael laughed. 'Oh yes, but much more sensitive. Don't worry, when your new hormones kick in your nipples and aureoles will enlarge and become much, much more sensitive, wont they Duncan?' 'Oh, yea sure.' 'How can I pay you Duncan?' Philip enquired. 'Are you any good with computers?' 'I think so.' 'Could you install Windows 98 on my laptop, I've no idea where to start and I've screwed it up' Philip had the new software installed and running quickly. 'Is there any thing else I can do Duncan?' 'No, I don't think so. Thanks for sorting my laptop, lets call it quits. I'll see you in three months for more HRT' Duncan turned to Rachael and passed her a dozen sealed hypodermics and a suture staple remover and a blood testing kit. 'Here you are lover. You can keep an eye on your friend until I see her in a few months time. We can do the other bit then if you like and finish the job!' They said their goodbyes and drove home in silence. In the house Rachael sat down in the living room next to Philip on the sofa. 'Are you alright? Are you angry with me?' 'Heavens no, I'm just trying to cope with the way things are happening. How do you know Duncan? Why did he give those syringes and the suture remover?' 'I used to be a nurse in Duncan's last hospital. That how I met him. He knows I can deal with your aftercare.' 'I didn't realise you were a nurse. Why did you leave?' 'The usual ones, poor pay, long hours, low esteem.' 'And you're going to look after my aftercare.' 'Of course!' Philip turned, wrapped his arms around Rachael and hugged. Parting, Rachael kissed him on the lips and then the cheek. 'Don't worry, I'll always be here for you.' Both girls started to cry, ruining their makeup. When they realise the damage to each others faces, the tears turned to laughter. 'Come on Steph, lets get to bed. Its been a long day.' Thursday evening was bowling night. Carol Reminded Philip and Rachael at lunch. 'Are you two still on for tonight.' 'Sure.' Responded Philip enthusiastically. 'No I'm sorry I can't make it tonight, Alan's home this evening and I want to be with him. Steph can take my car and Mary can drop me off.' Concern clouded Philips face. He was so used to doing everything under Rachael's watchful eye that he was afraid of being alone. He was also a little worried about Rachael getting home without her car. 'Are you sure you will be alright Rachael. Perhaps I should come home tonight -I'll keep out of the way in my room, I've got stacks of laundry to iron!' Rachael smiled, 'I'll be fine. Mary gives me a lift when the car breaks down. Your welcome to come back if you want to, there's no need to keep out of the way, but I think you need a night out without me. It will do you good.' Reluctantly Philip agreed. At five everyone dashed to the cars and drove the 3 miles to the bowling alley. The evening was a howling success. The group had formed two teams of three and Philip's group narrowly won with a strike on Philip's last ball. The three girls hugged each other and danced on the alley in delight. Philip felt that he really belonged now and that the girls from his office truly accepted him as one of them. As he drove home a feeling of well-being washed over him. Philip parked the car in the drive outside the house and tip- toed in, intending to go directly to his room. 'Is that you Steph? Come in here, I want you to meet Alan.' Philip gave up the pretence of stealth and walked into the living room. Alan rose from a chair and stepped forward to meet him. Alan grasped Philip's proffered hand and shook it firmly. 'Hello Stephanie, I'm delighted to meet you. Rachael has told me a little about you on the phone, but she didn't tell me how attractive you are!' Philip blushed, 'Err, thank you. It's nice to meet you too.' Philip looked Alan up and down while he was talking, appraising him. Realising he was looking a little too hard he decided it was time to make his exit. 'Forgive me but I really think I should be on my way to bed.' Alan smiled, 'We'll have to spend some time together and get to know each other. Goodnight Stephanie.' 'Goodnight, goodnight Rachael.' Rachael smiled and gave a little wave. Philip lay in bed thinking. 'Alan is a good looking chap. I can see what Rachael sees in him. She's a lucky girl. I rather like those hunky shoulders of his and his square jaw line, oh... and those deep blue eyes. Hell!!! What am I thinking? Do I fancy this GUY?' Alan and Rachael were basking an the warm afterglow of tender love- making. Propping himself up on his arm Alan turned on his side to Rachael. 'Nice girl, your roomie. Has she got a boyfriend tucked away somewhere?' 'No, at least not that I know of.' 'Hmm, I was thinking. You remember the dinner dance on Saturday night?' '...Yesss' drawled Rachael knowing what was coming next. 'Well, my friend at the office, David, has no partner and would like to go. Do you think that Steph might be his date for the night?' 'I don't know. I suppose you want me to ask her for you?' 'Would you please? I'm sure she'd like David.' Rachael closed her eyes. 'I wonder how she'll deal with this?' she thought as she dropped off to sleep. The following morning Philip was the first to rise. He padded to the bathroom wearing only in his nightie and sat on the toilet to relieve himself. Just as he was blotting, Alan walked in wearing pyjama bottoms. As soon as he realised that Philip was on the loo he stammered his apologies and reversed out. Philip didn't know whether to be embarrassed or amused. At the breakfast table Alan started to apologise again. Philip decided to try a little femininity on him. Leaning forward slightly, he put his index finger on Alan's lips. 'Don't apologise Alan, it was my fault. I should have closed the door. I suppose I'm just to used to just having only another girl in the house.' Rachael sputtered her cornflakes back into her bowl. 'Are you ok love?' a concerned Alan asked, 'shall I pat your back or something?' 'No, not thank you. I think a flake went down the wrong way. I'm alright now.' Later in the car on the way into work Rachael tackled Philip. 'What was that little manoeuvre all about during breakfast?' 'Oh I was just trying to be a little more feminine!' 'Were you really? Well that little move on my man is going to cost you little- sister!' Rachael grinned mischievously, 'If you want to play with fire, then I've got just the very thing for you.' Philip groaned loudly, 'What now, another twist in your little plot I suppose.' 'Hole in one! You've got a hot date on Saturday night!' Philip shot bolt upright in his seat, 'What??? Me on a date? With a man?' 'Of course. You'll love him, he's a friend of Alan's and quite dreamy.' 'But he's a man!' 'Sorry, I don't arrange same sex dates!' 'I can't go, I've nothing to wear!' Rachael knew she'd won and pressed home her victory. 'We'll shop tomorrow for a nice outfit -it's a dinner-dance so you'll need something special.' 'But Rachael, he's a man and he'll think I'm a girl and, and...' 'Look Steph, you are a pretty young girl,' she emphasised, 'one way or the other you will be expected to date men or you'll be giving me a reputation as a lesbian!' 'What will I do with him, what if he wants to..., you know?' 'Heavens, its only a first date. David is a friend of Alan's and he's a nice bloke. Just follow your instincts and tell him to stop when you have reached as far as you want to go. David will respect that, he wont expect to get into your bed on a first date!' Philip gave and exasperated sigh in surrender. 'Oh Rachael!' That evening Philip and Rachael did the ironing while Alan watched a football match between Manchester United and Newcastle on the TV. They ignored the groans and curses that were emanating from the living room. Rachael showed Philip how to sort the wash into piles. 'You need to do the delicates like slips and camisoles on a cool iron and then turn the thermostat up progressively until you reach the cottons. Fold each item up neatly to go into your drawer as you finish it or hang it up straight away.' 'I didn't realise I had worn so much stuff!' 'It soon builds up, but the good news is that you don't have to iron your knickers or tights.' She laughed. Philip vowed to do his laundry more often. When he had finished his own clothes he offered to help Rachael. 'Would you do Alan's shirts please? I hate ironing them. There is only five.' 'Hand them over.' He sighed. Philip stood for a further 45 minutes ironing another man's shirts. 'I feel like a wife.' he thought. Then he realised he liked that feeling. Finally he was finished and he tottered up to bed. The following morning everyone had a lie-in until 8.30. After breakfast the two girls went out in Philip's car while Alan caught up with some office work. Arriving at the Metro Centre they started to shop for Philips new outfit. They went into several stores searching through the dress racks for the ideal item. Occasionally they would find something they both thought would be right and Philip would pop into the dressing rooms to try the dress on. Either he would dislike the outfit or Rachael would. They good not agree on what look "just right". Finally they went into Next. Sorting through the racks they found a classic black dress with fine detailing along the hems. The dress was fully lined and made out of a fine viscose material that hung beautifully. Rachael loved it at once but Philip was not too sure. Once he had the dress on and came out of the dressing rooms to show Rachael the dress was sold. Both girls enthused over how classically beautiful the dress was. The next thing to buy were the accessories. Back at Debenhams they found a pair of black strappy patent leather shoes and a evening bag to match. They then wandered into M&S looking for some costume jewellery. They found the ideal thing, a complete set of necklace, earrings and a bracelet in cultured pearls and gold plated silver. As they were leaving the store Philip spotted a black knitted wrap. 'What do you think of this Rachael?' 'I think that's ideal to wear in the car on the way. Buy it!' Philip handed over his new credit card again that had arrived that morning and signed his new name, Miss Stephanie Walsh. He experienced a thrill each time he wrote his new signature. The next place on the list was the hairdressers. Following Rachael's lead he sat in a chair and discussed how his hair was to be done for the evening. Dorian ran his fingers through Philips hair and decided that it was a little too short to pin up off the neck. 'Leave it to me dear,' he said, 'I'll do some thing effective with it. What kind of outfit are you wearing tonight sweetheart?' Philip explained what he had just bought. 'Oo lovely!' Dorian did a wonderful job. Philip left the salon with his hair in a carefully set wave rather like the Weller hair cosmetics girl. By now it was nearly four o'clock and time to get ready. They dashed to the car and drove home as quickly as possible. Alan had finished his work and had left a note to say that he was playing a round of golf and would be back at 5.30 to get ready himself. Rachael ran a bath and jumped in while Philip went through his new clothes, snipping of labels and tags. Philip was next in the bath and quickly washed himself down. He would have preferred the shower but his new hair style prevented that. He heard Alan arrive and come up the stairs to Rachael's bedroom. Once in his bedroom Philip started to dress. After re-taping himself, he put on a brand new pair of black stretch nix with a fine embroidered flower pattern on the front. Next was the matching bra. Sitting at the dressing table he started to put his makeup on when Rachael came in. 'How are things going?' She breezed, 'Need any help?' 'No thanks, I think I'm ok with make-up now.' 'Looks good. I'll be back in a little while.' At the door she stopped and turned, 'Oh by the way, do you still have those panty liners I gave you?' 'Yes.' A rather puzzled Philip replied. 'Pop one in your nix.' 'Yes, oh mistress, but why?' Rachael smiled enigmatically. 'You never know' Once the makeup was finished Philip pulled down his knickers and placed the panty liner carefully in the crotch, carefully folding the wings around the leg openings. Pulling the knickers up again he noticed how much stiffer the crotch now felt. Now it was the turn of the shiny black tights he had bought in Deb's with the shoes. Finally he turned to the dress. Stepping into it he pulled the dress up onto his shou