Cresswell Industries ? Part 4 - by: Keshara
Chapter Thirteen - End of the Day
The rest of the day was spent following in Dominique's footsteps and
although Dennis, like Juan and Terrence, had copied the French talking
maid perfectly, Kevin had found the going very hard indeed. This in
effect had caused a very disappointed Miss Primrose to postpone any
training in sitting until the next day.
"Now then girls your respected trainers will be coming to pick you up,
so make sure everything you have learned today continues. Everything in
your lives has changed, you are no longer males and you will never ever
be anything but females in mind and body," Miss Primrose reminded her
pupils.
As Phyllis and the other trainers stormed in to the classroom all
dressed in what to Dennis appeared to be the normal attire of a trainer
come Master-Mistress of tight fitting latex clothing, he could not wait
to show her how he had learnt to walk.
"Your trainees are ready and willing to impress," Miss Primrose
responded to the trainers entrance.
As Dennis, Terrence and Juan eagerly began to display their newly
taught feminine postures and gaits they were not aware of Kevin and his
trainer being kept behind.
Phyllis could not contain her smile as she watched Lorna's husband
trying his best to impress her with the ridiculously and overtly
exaggerated feminine walk he had been taught.
With the way Dennis was moving she thought that he had something
stuffed up his arse, but when she considered that thought she felt a
tingling in her groin. Dennis was well and truly on his way to womanhood
and tonight she would enhance his hunger to become one.
Phyllis like Dennis had also undergone a transformation, but unlike
the indignity of his training, hers was a complete change of mind and
body. She was sixty-six years of age and until she had come into contact
with Melissa's shemale prot?g?, her body had acclimatised with age,
however Melissa's surgeons and drugs had given her a body that did not
fit her age.
From her face she looked as if she was in her early fifties and combined
with her heavily corseted and latex body giving her a very curvaceous
look, she felt that she was in immaculate condition. She loved wearing
tight latex and she loved the way it creaked with her every move and with
this in mind, she no longer considered herself a middle-aged retired
married woman. She was, as her very prominent inner voice told her, a
powerful female dominatrix and tonight she would make her lover's husband
her very first dominated male.
Dennis arrived at his door with Phyllis breathing down his neck, he
prayed that he had impressed her with his very feminine walk, but his
still intact male voice was still nagging him to walk like a man. Then as
he opened the door his latex clad mistress pushed him into the room and
ordered him to strip down to his corset. Curtseying he obeyed her and
quickly removed his white pinafore and then his gray maids uniform.
Hanging it back in the wardrobe, he then bent over to undo the ankle
straps of his unseemingly looking uncomfortable stilettos.
"Those little tits are going to need a lot of sucking and pulling my
dear!" Phyllis could not help herself as she began to snigger, for she
could not draw herself away from the sight of Dennis's small and
unmistakable budding breasts hanging down from his chest as he bent over.
Ignoring his mistress's taunt he proceeded to roll his black pantyhose
down his hips and legs. Phyllis ordered him into the bathroom and then
handed him a douche kit. He looked at it with confusion.
"Now my dear I will help you with your first douche, but in future you
will do it yourself. For you will be expected to do it morning noon and
night and on special occasions that are called for," Phyllis opened the
kit. "Here stick this up your shemale pussy now!"
Dennis did not know what the elongated tube was but his prominent female
voice was telling him to do as he was told so without hesitating he
began to push it up his bottom.
"All the way in sweetheart!" Phyllis coerced him.
Dennis felt it slip right into his rectum.
"It will stay in there sweetheart for this is an enema and you need to
clear your insides of all that waste!" she stated.
After an hour or so of Phyllis showing him how to douche she told him to
finish and then she showed him how to lubricate himself, a command that
prompted him to ask her why. Her response was what he should have
expected for she told him that he would be doing that for the rest of his
life, with a wicked grin of course.
"Now then my dear I want you to put your pantyhose back on!" Phyllis
walked back into the bedroom her tight latex dress resounding as she
moved.
Dennis could not understand why he had to go through all of that, his
female voice welcomed the feeling of cleanliness and smelling so nice,
while his male voice hated every moment of it.
Finally he was back in his black pantyhose and stilettos and standing
before his mistress.
"Now then sweetheart I want you to unstrap my skirt and don't you dare
break a nail!"
Dennis curtseyed minced around behind his mistress. Then despite his long
nails hampering him he slowly undid the tight straps that kept her latex
skirt wrapped firmly around her hips and legs.
"Place my clothes on the end of the bed!"
Once again Dennis curtseyed and did as he was told.
"You will always keep your eyes to the floor," she scolded him, as he
tried to see what she was wearing under the skirt.
Phyllis was wearing six inch high heavily laced leathered platform
boots that stopped above her knees, beneath the boots she wore latex
stockings that where clasped against her bare thighs by four buckled
suspenders that were attached to a black latex girdle.
"Now dear, move back behind me and undo the clasp at the bottom of
my girdle."
Dennis did as he was ordered and unhooked the clasp that appeared to
hold something between her thighs. However whatever it was she had
clasped firmly between flesh and latex.
"Move round to the front of me and kneel down facing my crotch!"
Dennis did as he was ordered and knelt before his mistress.
"Look up at me wench!" Phyllis sneered at her shemale pupil.
Dennis looked up at his mistress her latex encased breasts were huge
and hid her face. But then she leant forward and as she did her long
blonde ponytail slipped over her shoulder and hung alongside her breasts.
"Now look at my crotch!"
Dennis did and as he did Phyllis opened her legs and a huge rubber
cock sprang out and hit him in the jaw.
"When you are on your knees before me you will never consider yourself a
maid do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress!" he looked up at his wife's lover and his owner.
"You are my bitch and sex toy when you are finished for the day as a
maid. You will perform any act I ask you, no matter how degrading it will
be!" she began. "From now on you will submit to any cock that is offered
you. So start sucking bitch!"
Dennis's male voice fought furiously with his new and very strong female
voice, but she was so much stronger and before he knew what was happening
he had placed his lips around the big rubber bell end of the phallus and
was starting to suck on it.
"That's it bitch make it nice and wet!"
Dennis suddenly felt a strange but familiar feeling stirring in his own
groin, but before he had time to consider his bodies response Phyllis
grabbed a hold of his hair and started bucking forward, forcing the
rubber dildo into his mouth in an attempt to make him gag.
"That's it bitch you've got to learn the gag reflex, for all those men
you are going to suck will expect you to," Phyllis stated.
After ten minutes of sucking and licking the black dildo, Phyllis
pulled Dennis away from it.
"Now get on the bed on your hands and knees!" she commanded Dennis.
Confused he did as he was asked. Phyllis licked her lips as she saw her
lover's husband's pantyhosed backside. His bottom was taking on a very
feminine shape from the drugs and hormonal drinks he had been given, so
the sight of a peachy female arse with a pair of balls and a cock
enmeshed in black pantyhose, made Phyllis very horny indeed.
"Lift your arse up as high as possible bitch!" she sighed heavily as she
got herself in position.
Dennis once again did as he was told and lifted his bottom up as high
as he could. His male voice suddenly tried to force some reason into his
very precocious position, but his female voice realised that he was in a
position of absolute femininity and took complete charge of his
reactions. Phyllis moved forward and placed the tip of her strap-on
against the pantyhosed encased rosebud of Dennis's anal passage.
"Do you want it bitch!" she called down to Dennis.
"Yes Mistress I do!" Dennis returned in his very feminine voice, while
his male voice screamed out in horror, 'Please Please don't let her do
it!'.
With venom Phyllis pushed hard against the mesh material and just as
she expected her strap-on burst through it and slid into Lorna's
husband's shemale pussy.
Dennis gritted his teeth as the thick black phallus entered him. He then
felt a strange pain within his lower body as his mistress began to slide
in and out. However to his surprise his small cock suddenly began to rise
as she hurried her momentum. Dennis threw his head onto the bed and
forced his bottom up higher to accept everything his mistress was
offering and while his long nails gripped at the bedding his groin
reacted fully to his mistress's masterful thrusts.
"My you are turning into a hot little missy aren't you?" Phyllis bucked
back and forth as she felt Dennis give into her powerful thrusts.
"Oooooh Yes Mistress!" Dennis moaned back as his erection grew harder.
Then with out warning his cock erupted onto the bed in a long release
of messy whiteness.
"Don't worry bitch when I've finished raping your cherry you can lick
all that mess up!" Phyllis continued ramming her black dildo into
Dennis's bottom, for the strap-on was actually made to give her
fulfillment too, for her end of the strap-on was also a dildo that was
buried deep inside her pussy and also her bottom.
Then with a mighty gasp Phyllis tore into her shemale sex-toy with
force, Dennis was writhing with pleasure as the phallus continued its
pumping deep inside him and as his small cock burst forth with another
spurt of jism. Eventually Phyllis conceded to her end of the imitation
sex toy and collapsed on top of him.
Then pulling her black phallus from Dennis's hole she instantly rammed
her long nailed index finger into it.
"Tell me what you feel like?" she asked kissing the back of his neck.
Dennis's male voice was weeping from humiliation, while his very
dominant female voice was writhing with pleasure.
"I feel like a girl Mistress!" he sighed as a finger explored the hole
his body had so enjoyed being fucked.
"Good now be a good little girl and clean up your mess!"
Dennis moved up and looked down at the damp patch on the bed and
instantly bent down to lap up the salty mess he had made.
"Oh my dear you are going to enjoy the taste of a man's cock so
much," Phyllis sighed to herself as her finger dug deeper into her
shemale slave's arse.
Then when Dennis had licked all evidence of his eruption from the
bedclothes, Phyllis moved him onto his back. Tearing away at his
pantyhose she soon had her rubber cock pumping away inside him once
again.
When morning arrived Dennis awoke with a wide smile. His whole outlook on
life had changed, for now his mind was fully focused on behaving like a
girl. He had been treated like one and then fucked like one, so in all
theory in his mind he had to be one. However what he did not realise was
that the speakers in his headboard had been subconsciously altering his
persona every night.
Dennis Trewick was no more, his male voice had been pushed firmly into
the void that was his subconscious. Dennis's mind was now totally that of
a shemale slave, he enjoyed being encased in femininity and the only
voices that were important to him where that of his mistress Phyllis and
all of the other Masters and Mistress's he would now and always serve.
Chapter Fourteen - Day 2 Remember
When Phyllis arrived to pick up her pupil, she was most surprised to find
Dennis already dressed and ready for his next days tuition in being a
maid. However as she was about to commend him she was taken aback by
his next action.
"Sorry Mistress but I've been waiting to ask you a question all morning,"
Dennis curtseyed as low as he could.
"OK I'll let you speak just this once wench, now speak!" she returned
rather angrily.
"Mistress will I ever have to wear male clothes again?"
"No! So why do you ask?"
"I had this horrible dream that I had to wear them and I don't want to,"
Dennis's face suddenly became sad. "Please Mistress, please tell me that
I will be a girl for the rest of my life!"
"Yes my dear you will be a girl for the rest of your life," Phyllis
smiled pleasingly. "Now get your girly ass to your maids lesson."
Dennis curtseyed once again and then as if he had been a girl all his
life he minced out into the hallway in the manner he had been taught
yesterday.
Stella eagerly awaited her pupils for she knew that they would have all
begun their dildo training and would anxiously be waiting for the day to
pass so that their evening training could resume. Stiletto's echoed along
the corridor as Stella sat upon her desk and crossed her nylon-clad legs
tightly. She loved the feel of nylon on her legs and loved the feel of
them when they rubbed together, although five years ago no one would have
ever imagined her sitting crossed legged on a desk instructing young men
on how to behave like young women.
Especially considering the job she used to do.
Within minutes three of her pupils had entered, all chaperoned by their
Master's and Mistress. Without any hesitation all three feminised men
curtseyed to her and sat in the chairs provided.
"Master's and Mistress's may leave," Stella announced as she took hold of
her register. "Miss Terrence Peacock?" she began.
"Yes Miss Primrose!" the blonde headed twenty-year-old boy stood up and
curtseyed.
"Miss Juan Olivera?"
"Yes Miss Primrose!" the dark haired Latino looking young man responded
with an exact curtsey.
"Miss Dennis Trewick?"
"Yes Miss Primrose!" Dennis stood up eagerly and curtseyed.
"Now then girls as you are aware we are behind in your training thanks to
Kevin's display yesterday, so we have got to work double hard today to
get you on course for the weekend break."
None of them bothered to look around for the one called Kevin when they
had entered, because they had guessed that he had not pleased his master
like they did last night.
"Now I am fully aware that all of you feel like you are girls now, so
today we will begin with getting your seating posture correct," Miss
Primrose then rang a bell.
Dominique appeared from the lunchroom, looking just as she had done the
day before. Then coming to halt by a single chair she sat herself down
crossing her shiny black nylon encased legs tightly as she sat perfectly
upright.
"Now then girls it may look easy but unlike real girls you all have
something that restricts you from sitting so perfectly," Miss Primrose
stated.
"So Dominique will show you how to position your little problem to enable
you to sit like her!"
Dominique stood up on her heels and undone her white pinafore, then
reaching beneath her petticoats she slid out of her black thonged
panties.
Then walking over to Miss Primrose the teacher helped the French maid to
remove her black satin maids uniform. Gasps accompanied the removal of
her uniform, for she wore only a satin black waist clincher with
suspenders that held up her black seamed nylon stockings. Her perfect 36c
breasts sat perched above the clincher and as her hourglass figure
stretched out from her hips, everyone noted her smooth hairless penis and
balls as they were held firmly and enticingly before her.
"Now then girls as you can see Dominique has positioned her problem right
out in front of her," Miss Primrose took a hold of the beautiful
shemale's glistening pink penis. "Now girls if you would all remove your
uniforms!"
Stella could not help smiling, as she loved this part of their training
as all three pupils removed their uniforms. The sight of three pantyhosed
encased cocks caused Stella to hold her breath.
"Now watch Dominique she will show you how to move your little pussy
sticks without using your hands!"
Dominique opened her legs and her testes sank back between them, then
with a little shuffle of her thighs she eased them back out and closed
her legs tight, instantly all three pupils copied her move.
"Now then girls this manoeuvre will of course only help you to attain
a very upright and basic sitting position as Dominique will show you."
Then the pretty blonde French speaking maid sat down. Her legs perfectly
closed tight together pushing her balls and penis up into a bundle in
her waist, which she then hid with her hands as she placed them in her
lap. Then slightly moving her legs to the right, she produced a show of
absolute femininity in her posture.
One by one the three soon to be maids tried to emulate Dominique, however
they soon realised just how painful it was to position their genitals
like Dominique.
Despite Miss Primrose's tuition, the subliminal messages left in their
minds from last nights recordings that always accompanied the soft music
that sent them to sleep, had already prepared them for today's lessons.
So for the next four hours all three of them learnt how to position their
cocks when sitting straight legged.
Lunchtime heralded a total new experience for the three pupils for they
all sat straight taking delicate bites out of their lettuce sandwiches
and sipping from the hormone induced vitamin juice.
Stella had hoped that she would find some fault in the girls as she
watched them on her small monitor, but even when one of them decided to
talk it was about how wonderful they felt looking so feminine.
The afternoon was spent teaching the he-girls how to bend over gracefully
and how to pick things up without showing to much of their thighs. By the
time the bell went Stella breathed a sigh of relief, though not for
herself but more for her pupils, because the young lad called Kevin had
caused such a raucous last night that his trainer was forced to hand him
over for enforced programming.
And Stella Primrose knew exactly what that entailed.
Chapter Fifteen - Napoleon without Josephine
Trisha Grant had taken over her Aunts dress shop four years earlier and
had visions of adding a beauty parlour to it to increase business, but
like all great adventures money stood in the way. So any aspirations of
expanding the shop were a million miles away, that was until the day a
certain individual walked into her shop.
It was a wet and early Wednesday afternoon and Trish was just about to
close the shop, when a very nervous looking young man walked in. At first
she thought that he was going to rob her, but the way he started to look
at the clothing she had displayed told her something different.
"Excuse me may I be of assistance?" she tackled the young man.
"Errr yeah? I'm looking for something to err? Buy my ggggg? Girlfriend,"
he replied nervously.
"And what size is she?" Trish enquired.
The young man shook his shoulders and stood motionless for several
seconds.
"Errr? I'mmmmmmm? So ssssssssss?Sorry but I had better get a move," he
finally replied rushing out of the shop.
Trish thought the incident was a little unusual and continued to go
about locking up, however as she was turning the sign on the door to
close she noticed the young man staring at her mannequin advertising her
latest evening fashion for this season.
The young man could not see her watching him, but Trisha saw something in
his expression that told her the young man was sad. Carefully she opened
her door and went out into the street. A few windswept people walked past
as she approached the young man, but he turned to face her just as she
was about ask him if he would still like some help. The young man turned
and ran off.
It was two weeks later once again on a Wednesday afternoon when she
spotted the young man staring in at her window display. Deciding to
ignore him she was surprised when he came into the shop and approached
her.
"Excuse me Miss but I would like to purchase that dress in the window for
my girlfriend," he asked rather edgily.
Trisha looked at the young man; he was roughly five-foot eight in
height, had light brown hair that was swept back behind his ears. His
face was very smooth and would not have been out of place on a cat walk
in Milan, but there was something sad about his eyes that told her that
this twenty something young man was very unhappy.
"Are you sure you wish me to help you this time?" she instantly threw
the young man a challenge.
"I err?" he looked back at her puzzled.
"Would you like me to close the shop so we can talk?"
"Err I'm not sure why you would wish to talk to me. Perhaps I'll go to
another shop and buy the dress for my girlfriend!" he countered.
"Please I do not mean to offend you, but I believe that if I did not
offer you the chance to talk you may not acquire that very pretty dress I
have in the window. You would have to go Paris to get another one like
that, because that's where I got it!" Trisha stated.
The young man looked up at the rather forward speaking shop owner,
he looked into her blue eyes and realised that she was truly being
honest, when she had asked him if he would like to have the shop to
himself. Trisha had read about boys and men who suffered from gender
disorientation and until today she had never seen the struggle they
endured until today.
"Ok!" he smiled. "I'll talk."
As it turned out Trisha had been spot on, Ben Weir, as he was known
was a secret transvestite but he had never been able to express his
obvious female side. Since he had been six he had lived with his Grandma
and considering she would have never tolerated knowing her grandson's
secret, he had never ever dared to explore his transvestism further.
He had spent years at school being called a wimp, gay and a sissy, but
his sexuality had never ever been questioned by anyone until he was
approached by Gina, a girl who had a crush on him at his warehouse job.
They lasted two months until she dumped him, his virginity still intact,
because he just could not perform.
Two months later his grandma died leaving him all alone in an empty
house with nothing but his sadness to comfort him. Work even began to get
awkward as Gina decided to let all the girls she worked with what a
disappointment he was. Once again the gay remarks started to surface
amongst his male colleagues.
So at the age of twenty-two, he decided it was time to sell his grandma's
house and move town. However the small flat he had brought seemed more of
a prison as his unhappiness continued, that was until he came across an
advert in a local paper of a crossdressing service that was discreet and
discerning.
For a month he spent his time trying out all the facilities the place had
to offer, but still he felt something was missing, while a small voice
seemed to be telling him that living the way he did was just a lie. Yet
it was one evening after trawling through shemale and TG sites on the
Internet that he started to realise there was many other people who had
been in the same position as him. So after looking at himself naked in
the mirror at his skinny frame he decided that it was time to face up to
his dilemma.
He had read enough material on transgenderism to realise that he was
a girl trapped in a very unmanly body and no matter how many times he
tried to deny it, he had to do something to change this problem. Ben
recalled overhearing some of the other crossdressers mentioning a small
dress shop on the other side of town where the lady owner was very
sympathetic towards transvestites and so that was where he found himself.
It had been four months since Trisha had befriended Ben and since then
the two of them had got to know one another really well. Ben was now
calling himself Belinda and had responded extremely well to the hormone
treatment, for he now looked every bit the female he had always wished to
be and to add to her growing happiness Trisha had asked her to move in as
a flatmate with her.
With Belinda selling her flat Trisha finally found the appropriate time
to tell her of her own ambitions and past life. Revealing how a gang of
drunken men had raped her in her last year at school and how her
insensitive parents embarrassment at her ordeal had forced her to move
away from home to live with her Aunt Sheila over the shop.
But that had been fifteen years ago and in all that time she had not seen
nor heard from her parents at all, even despite several attempts to
contact them by phone or by letter. Trisha also told Belinda the reason
why she openly welcomed transvestites to try and buy clothes in her shop,
for her Aunt Sheila used to be a man and had under gone a sex change
operation back in the sixties.
Within a month Trisha had Belinda working in the shop with her and
it was during an evening fitting session for a few transvestite clients
that Belinda asked Trisha about her hopes for the future of her shop.
"So why don't you open up a salon to cater for these crossdressers
during the evening and women during the day?" Belinda enquired.
"I had always intended on expanding in that direction, but funds are
not at my disposal I've had to take out a second mortgage on the shop as
it is," Trisha spoke with an air of sadness on her voice.
"How much would you need?"
"Twenty thousand near or about!"
"I've got Thirty odd thousand from selling my flat plus I've got
another ten still left over from my Grandma's will and house sale,"
Belinda responded her dark brown eyes sparkling.
"But you need that for your operation," Trisha responded.
"No I've already set that money aside that's what I meant by having ten
thousand left from my Grandma, she left me her house and when I sold it
I admit I did waste a certain amount of it, but I came clear with fifty
thousand. Ten thousand of it I have already put aside for my sex change,"
Belinda replied with a wide smile.
So the next year Belinda and Trisha signed papers that gave them an
equal partnership and expanded the business by opening a salon next to
the shop. Belinda stayed working in the shop area, while Trisha
concentrated on the salon and together they enjoyed a very successful
year trading under the name of Belle's Boutique and Salon.
However that was until the time came for Belle's operation and the
nightmare of Trisha's Aunt's brother coming to take his half of the
inheritance. Although she had never met her uncle his astute knowledge of
the legal system and the fact that he had loaned Trisha's aunt five
hundred pounds to secure the lease on the building all those years ago.
He found it appropriate that it was time to call in 'his markers' as he
so aptly called it.
Trisha and Belinda where forced to pay him off with half of everything
the business was now worth, despite the fact that Belinda was an equal
partner.
Trisha became more and more depressed by the day, then to make things
worse they were both paid a visit by a slimy taxman called Angus Yale,
who voiced his concern at the type of business they ran. So with some
soul searching the two friends knew they would have to sell the business,
but as tough as it was for both of them little did they expect the offer
they got from a very distinguished looking lady who came to look over the
premises.
Trish and Belle could not believe their ears when the woman not only
agreed to buy the properties but also offered them the chance to continue
trading and paying her a set rent each year. Eagerly they both shook Lady
Cresswell's hand and set about paying of the debts the closure of their
business had caused. Unfortunately there was still one last problem
standing in their way.
Angus Yale was forty-two years old and stood five-foot two. His black
hair was always greased back and looked like it had never been washed
in years, while his pale complexion was highlighted by his prescription
looking black glasses. He loved his job and felt that his position was
one that should command respect from his co-workers and all those he met
or worked under him. He knew he was disliked, but he did not care for
what he lacked in height or personality he made up for it with his
position of authority.
He loved the fear of all those ordinary people he came in contact with
during an investigation into their day to day business dealings, but more
importantly it gave him an insight into the personal lives they led. It
was easy for him to pry into people's private lives and this gave him
a sense of god like powers as he decided their fate. If he did not like
the look of the person he was investigating he would make them suffer
with a high fine and if anyone came back before him, he would see to it
that a jail sentence was inevitable.
The people who worked under him never spoke or smiled at him and always
did what he commanded. In fact one ex co-worker, a woman, had nicknamed
him 'Napoleon without Josephine' and despite seeing the humour in her
words he not only got the woman sacked but even took her to court and
won damages against her for libellous and verbal abuse.
If there was anything that did make him smile, it was the satisfaction
of seeing people groveling to him for either a reprieve or to give them
more time to pay their fine or taxes. And today would be a double bonus
for him, because if there was one thing he could not tolerate was a
business that had not only ignored VAT returns and Government Tax
demands, but also ran a business that he deemed immoral and degrading.
"So Miss Grant I see you still have not filled in the assessment I left
with you last week?" he sneered from behind his big desk.
"As I told you the business is no longer owned by me, I just look after
the interests of it. And as I explained to you when we last spoke any
outstanding VAT payments will be paid when my solicitor receives the
money from the new owner of the properties sometime next month. I'm sure
even you are aware of the length of time it takes to sell a property!"
Trisha explained with a bit of anguish.
"Miss Grant the government does not stop for anyone no matter what the
predicament. Your payments are overdue by two months and in that two
months the government could have spent the money wasted on sending you
reminders and me to inform you of your debt on other more important
things!" he once again reminded her.
"Look Mr Yale, I told you me and my partner can not afford to make a
payment until the sale has finally gone through!"
"And what if it does not, what excuse will you give me then?"
"Oh but the sale is as good as finalised so that won't happen!" Trisha
responded. "The person who is buying the property and business has even
offered to let us get back on our feet by allowing us to carry on
trading!"
"I'm sorry Miss Grant but I have papers already drawn up for your
bankruptcy. You've had over two months to sort out these financial
problems, so I have to take it that you and your partner have no means of
settling any of your debts to us," he pushed forward a letter of his
intentions towards her. "And in any case I would be doing your town a
service by declaring your sick business bankrupt!"
"And what is that supposed to imply?" Trisha replied rather surprised
at the Tax official's statement.
"Well from what I gather you cater for homosexuals who like to pretend
they are women!"
"Mr Yale you are so wrong," Trisha replied nodding her head with
dismay.
"Whether I am or not I represent the authorities and I have the power
to issue you a winding up order, but as I said I feel I am doing your
community a service by making sure you can't help anymore weirdoes like
your partner!"
"And what is that supposed mean?" Trisha returned softly.
"I know all about Mr Ben Weir from my investigation into your accounts
and if you ask me he should be flogged in public with all those other
homos you surround yourself with," Mr Yale continued his assault on
Trisha's good friend's unfortunate situation.
"Mr Yale I find your views ? Well insulting and rather bigoted, you
nothing about by my partner or her condition and as far as I am
concerned, I'm going to take this further. You have no right persecuting
my partner and me because of our line of business or sexual preferences
and even if either of us was gay it has nothing to do with you or anyone
else. I help others because it gives me a sense of meaning," Trisha began
to raise her voice at the very rude greasy looking tax official.
"Miss Grant you may try to take your winding up order further, but
unfortunately my bosses are used to disgruntled people reporting me to
them. And at the end of the day they know its just another trick by a
payee to delay paying their tax bills even longer," Angus smiled back at
the woman sitting opposite him. "Now if you've finished and would like to
make a complaint against me you can get a form from my secretary if you
wish. But what either channel you try to take? Your business will be
finished by next Friday. So thank you very much and good bye!"
Trisha wanted to strangle the smarmy insolent man where he sat, but
knew that what he said was true. His superiors obviously had complaints
about him from everyone he declared bankrupt, fined or sent to jail and
considering his position they accepted his account of his behaviour as
part and parcel of being in such an unenvied role. Yet it was his
personal attack on Trisha's friend and partner Belinda that really
annoyed her.
That evening Trisha gave Belinda the bad news and told her everything the
horrible little man had told her, so with a lot of courage and tears they
decided to contact the woman who was intending to by the properties and
business that they would not be able to.
Placing the phone back on the receiver Belinda's tearful eyes and sad
face suddenly turned to one of amazement.
"Trish I err don't believe it but she has asked to see both of us
tomorrow at her residence, she seemed very angry about the way that man
treated you!" Belinda suddenly burst into tears of hope. "She has told us
to expect her chauffeur tomorrow morning at seven o'clock!"
"What else did she say?" Trisha wanted to know more.
"She said she had understood our problem and that it was not a problem
for us to worry about, in other words she has a solution!"
Trisha and Belinda went to sleep that night both a little less concerned
about their futures as they were before, but also perplexed at how this
woman could help them.
The limousine was on time and as the two friends grew ever nervous their
journey took them right out into the countryside and onto a massive
country estate that itself was undergoing a lot of reconstruction. Upon
arrival a blonde woman who appeared to be dressed in a nurse's uniform
met the two friends.
"Good morning ladies," she held out a hand and shook both of their hands.
"My name is Hazel I am head nurse at the Cresswell's Health, Fitness and
Beauty Farm."
Just then a maid with long blonde hair and very pouty lips appeared and
curtseyed at them and asked if they could follow her. Trisha and Belinda
both glanced at each other and smiled, both a little confused at just
what was going on. Following the maid she took them through to the main
reception hall whereupon she then led them off down a long corridor that
seemed to have dormitory's all being cleaned by other maids. Then after
several twists and turns and one large staircase she took them down
another long corridor that was still undergoing work, but it was easy for
them to see that these rooms were all classrooms.
The next part of their journey brought them to a large double door that
only had a camera pointing down at them where they stood. The maid
pressed the intercom and the door electronically opened into a very
secured hospital type area.
"Hello again ladies," the nurse called Hazel greeted them again. "I hope
you enjoyed your brief tour of our older building, this is a section of
the estate that I believe will interest you Belinda!"
Hazel then asked them to follow her, as she took them down a very long
spotlessly clean hospital corridor that had numerous doors leading off of
it, however as they reached the end of the corridor they arrived at
another security check. Keying in a code Hazel ushered them into a large
circular room that had seats positioned around a glass partition that
overlooked an operating theatre. Taking the seats offered them Hazel then
asked them if they required any refreshments. Both of them said yes as
they waited anxiously for their hostess or whatever they were supposed to
see to appear.
Hazel appeared with two cups.
"Please do not be worried her Ladyship will be with you as soon as she
has finished with another appointment that has taken a little longer than
expected!" she smiled as she left them in the room alone.
Just then the doors to theatre opened below them and in walked two nurses
who promptly began to arrange the trays by the table. Then several
minutes later Hazel appeared below holding the arm of a very pretty young
dark haired girl dressed in a white, which she aptly helped up onto the
operating table. Then a doctor appeared dressed in his green surgeon's
outfit and exchanged pleasantries with the young girl on the table.
Just then one of the nurses injected the girl and began to attach several
nodes and a mask onto her face and by the time they were all in place,
the young girl was asleep. Just then the door behind Belinda and Trisha
opened and in walked the woman who they knew as Lady Cresswell.
"Good morning ladies, please don't stand it is I that should be honoured
by your arrival here," the woman spoke softly. "Please call me Miss
Cresswell for now. It is true I am the Lady of this house and if you do
decide to join my ranks I will expect you to call me by that title. But
first things first I want you Belinda to pay special attention to the
pretty little thing down there on the table."
As if the operating theatre could hear her, the doctor looked up and
nodded up to her.
"Yes Gregory you may begin!" she responded pressing a button on
her chair.
Just then the nurses began to roll back the girl's gown and as they did
they placed both her legs onto the stirrups that had risen from beneath
the table.
"My god it's a?" Belinda stood up from her chair with amazement.
"Yes my dear his name used to be Colin and for the past month he has been
treated by my staff for his gender disorientation, it is much like the
process you have been going through. But at this facility we have
developed more advanced drugs that enhance the process faster!"
Belinda stood up and could not take her eyes of the sight of another male
like herself undergoing her own ultimate dream, to become a woman.
"Now Belinda I will leave you here to watch the procedure, while I take
Trisha here to my study to discuss our business deal," Lady Melissa
placed a consoling arm around the hopeful soon to be sex-changed Belinda.
Trisha followed behind the only hope she had left of surviving the
nightmare that was all started by her unknown uncle. Eventually the
woman, who she knew as Miss Cresswell, finally brought her to a very
antique looking study.
"So my dear I understand that you are in a spot of bother?" she said
offering Trisha a large burgundy leathered chair.
Trisha felt completely at ease with the woman and told her everything
that had happened including the humiliation she underwent at the hands of
Mr Angus Yale the very ignorant and bigoted tax official.
"Well Trisha as I explained to Belinda I can arrange for you to pay off
your tax demands by the end of the week, but more importantly I have a
contract here that I require you to sign before I hand over any money,"
Lady Melissa pushed forward a contract.
Trisha picked up the papers and read the top copy. "It's a contract of
employment?"
"Yes my dear, that is all I require from you. I am in urgent need of
someone with your skills. You are indeed a very experienced and good
beauty therapist, but the main reason I require you is for your evident
understanding for people like your friend Ben."
"You know all about Belin? Err I mean Ben?"
"Yes when you run a cosmetic surgery that caters for people like Ben its
very easy for us to become familiarised with anyone who registers for sex
change, no matter what surgery they attend."
"But that operation was going to cost her a good ten grand?"
"How can she afford to pay me you ask?" Lady Melissa responded.
"She will become one of my employees like you!"
Trisha looked at the contract nervously, the woman appeared to be
sincere but it seemed that she intended on getting both of them on a one
way contract.
"Trisha I know you may feel a little wary about what I am offering you
but it is a work contract that can be severed by either party, but at
this moment in time I don't believe you have any other option than to
agree with it." Lady Melissa began to sound a little authoritative. "Just
remember Ben could become Belinda for good by the morning if you sign!"
Trisha bit her lip and once again considered her fate. "So what if
Belinda wishes to move on, I mean we are only friends, we are not
lovers!"
"My dear if Belinda wakes up tomorrow as a woman and decides she wants to
go out and fulfill any ambitions she may harbour when she becomes a woman
she can. It is as I said ? It's just an employment contract. You see I
want you to continue working in the Salon and I want Belinda to carry on
in the Boutique as she did before. You see I have plans for making both
enterprises larger than they currently are? So you see I need both of you
at the front of it!"
Just then there was a knock at the door and when Lady Melissa replied
the door opened and the maid who had led them to the auditorium
overlooking the theatre was ushering in Belinda.
"Ahhhh Belinda come on in and sit down we were just discussing your
operation!" Melissa smiled warmly towards her.
"My operation?"
"Yes I have you scheduled for four this afternoon with the good Dr
Gregory!"
Belinda looked at Trisha with tears of happiness and as Trisha looked at
her friend she realised that there was no other way out of their
predicament. "Yes Belinda all we have to do is sign this employment
contract and tomorrow you will be the woman you have dreamed of becoming
all these years!"
"But how will I be able?"
"It's all part of your employment agreement, I am only offering you a job
with my company on one condition and that is? That you are a complete
female on the outside!"
Chapter Sixteen - Dust
Six months later:
Belinda excelled in her new role as a full woman the operation was a
total success and for the past two months she had even been dating a
young man who attended her evening crossdressing boutique.
Trisha's worries were far behind her as her success at running the
Salon had forced her and Lady Melissa to find larger premises and the
ideal place came when a large unit at the shopping mall became available.
With the boutique becoming larger and ever more popular Belinda was
forced to find more staff. For not only was the daytime trade in female
clothing and lingerie becoming busier by the week, but the evening trade
for men who wished to buy female clothing and other feminising items
discreetly had become twice as busy as the daytime trading.
In all, things were getting better, however Trisha's happiness was soon
to be put on hold when a familiar face entered the salon one Saturday
morning.
Angus Yale walked into the salon and with as much charm as he had
displayed the first time she had met him, he handed her a petition he had
solely collected himself for the closure of her salon at the mall.
"It's quite simple Miss Grant, I am well respected by the authorities who
run this mall if you get my meaning and as you and your associate only
lease these premises this petition will be successful. Every one who has
signed this are in total agreement that a gay loving weirdo like you
should not be allowed to ply her sick trade in such a respectable place!"
"This salon caters for women as well as the few poor transsexuals who
require a place like this to visit," Trisha responded angrily. "You
obviously lead a very dull life if you spend all your spare time trying
to convince people how bad I am!"
"Miss Grant you have the power to say what you want in this place, but
all I'll say is this? If you and your associate do not leave the mall I
will force my superiors to begin an investigation into every transaction
you do and will bury you under so much legal paperwork you will beg me to
stop. I told you once before where my feelings lay on people like you and
I can say it's a shame that you are not officially labeled as animals for
then you could all be put down."
Lady Melissa did not seem all that bothered by the threat, because after
all, that was all it was. She owned 55% of the mall anyway and was very
close to negotiating a complete take over the mall through one of
Gabrielle's Swiss companies. So any threat that this small-minded bigot
posed would really amount to nothing, yet in Lady Melissa's mind it would
result in her getting even with him.
Three months later:
Angus Yale arrived home as he did every night to his cold and empty
flat. Taking off his shoes he ran a finger over the drawer cabinet that
was in the hall and contained all of the mail that had arrived for him
that day. Then walking into his lounge he again began to run his finger
along every piece of furniture he had, however as he came across his
television he found what he was looking for ? dust.
Picking up his phone he dialed a number and then proceeded to give the
person on the other end of the phone a grilling.
"Mrs Walters I pay you to clean not to enjoy yourself, so if you want
me to pay you for the work you did today, I suggest you get here first
thing in the morning and finish off what you did not do today!" Angus
slammed down the phone. "Sloppy woman and to think I only fined her
husband ten thousand for his misdemeanours!" he huffed.
Later that evening he sat down at his computer and logged onto his
email account. For twelve years he had lived alone, he had been married
but his obvious need for control had caused his wife to divorce him after
only a month and since then he had never got involved in a relationship
with another woman.
However the loneliness he felt had been causing him concern, for he
needed someone to keep house for him permanently and to give him the
sexual relief he had not had since he was married. True he had thought
seriously about using an escort service but his compulsion to investigate
into their tax payments always made him think twice. So for the past year
or so he had tried to find his perfect match through several dating
agencies.
Suddenly a message from the new dating agency that he had joined filtered
through; they had found someone who matched his profile. Replying
instantly he waited for some response. Straightaway he got a reply and a
picture of the woman and her details came back.
The restaurant he chose was well out of town so he guessed that if he did
not like what he saw he could leave without even talking to her. He
already knew what she looked like facially, but wondered if the rest of
her was what he had hoped for. Her name was Lucy and she had short black
hair and was thirty-eight years of age. He knew she wore glasses but that
did not bother him, he already knew that she had never been married so he
guessed that if he liked what he saw, it would be easy for him to
persuade her to see things his way.
Exactly on time Lucy appeared, instantly looking around for her date.
Angus had to look twice as he caught sight of her, although she was not
pretty he could not take his eyes of her chest. Smiling she looked very
shy and as Angus greeted her with a handshake, every movement she
portrayed showed her nervousness.
The waiter asked them to follow him and Angus walked behind Lucy
admiring her very curvaceous body that she had kept in good shape. Her
skirt was black and very long and had a small split at the back, while
her ankles showed her choice in pantyhose, which was black and ran onto a
dainty pair of two inch heeled court patent shoes. However as she sat
down and removed her matching black jacket, her white blouse, tucked into
a black belt that wrapped around her small waist, just pushed its way out
from her small body.
Angus just could not help looking at her huge breasts and as she began
talk all he could think of was holding both of those two huge fleshy
globes in his hands.
As the weeks went by Angus saw more and more of Lucy, she was exactly
what he had been looking for, for not only was she not very bright he
found it easy to manipulate her. However the one part he could not gain a
victory in was taking the relationship to a more sexual one. Then one
evening as he was trying to feel her up while kissing she pushed his hand
away and announced that she was still a virgin and would only feel at
ease if she were married.
Slamming the door on him, Angus was left deflated he only wanted to have
sex with the woman, but all she wanted was a husband. After several weeks
of solitude, he decided to phone Lucy at her works, but she had left, so
the only thing he could do was to actually go and visit her at her
mother's place.
Angus could not believe the size of Lucy's mother's estate it was
enormous. Arriving at the huge mansion, he suddenly began to rethink his
relationship with her. She had mentioned on a few occasions that her
mother owned a business, but despite doing several searches on Lucy's
surname ? Morgan, he could not find anything on her at all.
As he stepped out of his car a very pretty maid appeared from the large
doorway. With a very cute curtsey she asked him to follow her. Instantly
he was shown to a large study and despite several attempts to look around
the place the maid always made sure that he had no time to discern
anything of what was going on in the large mansion. As he entered the
study he came face to face with a slim but and very elegant looking
woman.
"Ah Angus I must say it's an honour to finally meet you, my daughter
Lucy has been telling me so much about you," she shook his hand.
"Err yeah, I must say I never thought you had a place as grand as
this!"
"Yes my daughter is very modest and never likes to brag about her
mother's wealth! Anyway my name is Lady Melissa Cresswell," she offered
the oily haired tax inspector her hand.
Angus just sat and smiled along with his girlfriend's mother as she
continued to bore him with all her daughter's hopes for her future.
Before he had set eyes on the place he had only decided upon getting back
together with Lucy on the pretence of pretending to take their
relationship a bit further, however now that he had seen just how rich
her mother was, money signs were revolving through his mind.
Melissa watched Angus very carefully. It had taken her people a good four
months to find out everything they could on him, for despite being a very
unpopular person, his lifestyle was not one that could easily be
encroached upon by chance meetings with any of her associates or
employees. He was in all truth a very private person who had no vices
that could be manipulated, but the more her organisation probed into his
life the more his undeniable attitude towards ordinary people fuelled
Melissa further. He was going to pay big time.
Anyhow after a month of prying into his affairs they finally came across
his enrolments at several dating agencies. This was all the information
she needed to bring the horrible little bigot into her web.
"Would you care for a drink Angus?"
"Err a cup of tea would be nice," Angus nodded.
Melissa signaled for her personal maid to bring in some refreshments.
Angus decided there and then as he sat in wonder at his rather fortunate
position, that he would marry this woman's daughter.
"So Lucy tells me you work for the government?"
"Yes I work for the tax office," he replied with a wry grin, his mind
already set on the fact that his future mother in law would be thinking
of all the tax fiddles she would be able to pull off with his help. In
fact he had almost convinced himself that this was already in her mind as
they sat chatting idly.
The maid arrived and poured out the tea for her Ladyship's guest and
then poured out a brandy for her. Melissa continued to enquire about
Angus's work as she waited for the drugs in his tea to work. Angus
continued to explain his work to Lucy's mother, however what he did not
realise was that the drugs he had taken were already working away on his
legs, for as he carried on talking he tried to move his leg, but found he
could not.
"You must be desperate to see my Lucy," Melissa motioned for her maid,
who was still standing by the door to fetch Lucy.
"Err yeah!" Angus replied rather confused at his sudden inability to
manoeuvre his legs.
"So Angus what made you decide to crawl back for Lucy?"
"Well I err? needed someone to wash and tidy up for me!" he suddenly
responded, his still unaffected part of his brain asking himself why
he had just said that.
"You seem surprised that you answered me so truthful Angus?" Lady
Melissa enquired. "You see the herbal tea you had was in fact a
concoction of very powerful drugs. As you will have noticed your legs are
numb from the waist down and the truth serum additive is enough for you
to reveal anything I ask you!"
Just then Lucy entered the room.
"Ah Lucy dear would you please take a seat," Melissa ordered.
Lucy curtseyed and obeyed her mistress's command.
"So all you wanted of my daughter was for her to be your housekeeper?"
"No I wanted to suck on those huge tits of hers and fuck her!" he tried
to stop himself, but his truthful thoughts just exploded from his mouth.
Lucy placed a hand to her mouth as if in shock.
"Angus what do you think of men who dress up as women?"
"I hate them they're gay!"
"So how would you describe a gay person?"
"Someone who has not married and lives with another man," he
replied with vehemence.
Melissa then signaled for Lucy to stand up.
"Angus look at my daughter will you!"
Angus looked at Lucy and straight away found himself drawn to her
massive chest that was hidden by her high necked blouse.
"What do you like about Lucy again?"
"Her tits!"
"Would you like to play with them now?"
"Yes!"
Lucy immediately began to unbutton her blouse and Angus kept his eyes on
her every move and then as she removed her blouse and revealed her very
large bra she stopped.
"Angus I bet you've got a raging hard on now?" Lady Melissa smiled.
"Yes I have!" he replied.
"Would you like Lucy to take it out for you?"
"Yes!"
Lucy then proceeded to unhook her bra and her two huge breasts
flowed down across her chest. In all Angus was so wrapped up in lust he
never even considered how a mother would allow her virgin daughter to
perform such an act in front of her and a maid.
Lucy then went over to him and leaned forward so her massive breasts
just dangled in front of his face. He could see her huge nipples erect
and ready for him so he tried desperately to suckle on them.
"Oh dear you are so near but so far from them!" Melissa laughed aloud.
Then Lucy grabbed a hold of her breasts and rubbed them into his face.
Angus was in ecstasy as the two huge mounds of flesh worked their way
around his face while his tongue met them with equal passion.
"So Angus do you want to take Lucy's hand in marriage?"
"Oh yes Mrs Cresswell! I do!"
"Now then Angus let's get back to your dilemma and phobia about
transvestites," Lady Melissa began to talk while Lucy continued to push
her massive breasts around his face.
"If you came across a man who lived alone for more than ten years
without no sign of any female companionship what would be your
assessment of him?"
"Well he would most probably be gay wouldn't he!" Angus replied enjoying
the feel of Lucy's breasts kneading against his face.
"Would you like Lucy to undress fully?" Melissa changed the subject.
"Err yeah definitely!"
Lucy instantly took her breasts from his face and began to unzip her
skirt. Angus could not even move his head as the drug had now left him
completely motionless.
"Err? Ms? Ulmh? Vass," he began to slur as he suddenly lost all feeling
in his tongue.
Lucy then stood right in front of him and very seductively removed her
skirt and turned around so all he could see was her well-rounded arse.
Whereupon she continued to undress by rolling down her pantyhose and then
following them with her white panty-girdle.
"So Mr Yale you have agreed that the lifestyle you actually lead would be
considered the lifestyle of a gay man?" Melissa stood up and walked over
to him.
Angus just drooled as his voice was totally incapacitated, but where he
was now slumped in the chair he could see Lucy's naked bottom.
"Now then Angus," Melissa held his head up. "You may have found that you
can't actually move any part of your body, but look at it this way at
least you won't be able to complain about your future wife's secret!"
Pulling his head up to face Lucy's arse he watched her swing around and
the horror in his eyes brought about a raucous round of laughing, for as
Lucy swung round her cock and balls also swung into view.
Then Lucy grabbed hold of her cock and began to pull on it until it
started to get harder and harder. The sight of Lucy's well manicured
fingers with long red nails attaching themselves around his own cock had
sent him to sleep at nights on several occasions, but the sight of her
hands actually masturbating her own cock turned his stomach.
"So Angus your little secret is now out, for not only are you a closet
gay but you also wanted to marry a transsexual to mask that secret
homosexual life you lead!" Melissa laughed out loud.
However Angus did not listen to a word she said for his attention was
solely on Lucy's ten inch thick cock that she was now wiping over his
face.
"Open up sweetheart!" Lucy sighed breathlessly as she slipped her cock
into Angus opened drooling mouth. "Awe you're gonna make such a good
cocksucker honey!"
Five minutes later Angus tasted what was going to be the first of many
mouthfuls of sperm that his soon to be altered mind was going to enjoy.
To be continued?????????????.