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Cresswell Industries, Part 4 - by: Keshara Chapter Seventeen - Familiar Faces Angus awoke in pitch darkness with an unusual dryness in his mouth that he had never felt before. Instantly he guessed it had been that awful gay bitch or bastard Lucy who had tricked him into wanting to marry him or her. He sensed he was still sitting and tried to move his legs. "Fuck!" was all he could say as he tried to move. Then as the dryness hit his throat again he attempted to spit. "Heavens knows what disease that thing has given me!" "Gay disease perhaps Mr Yale!" a soft female voice responded to his darkened outburst. "Or you might even break out into some transvestite's illness EH!" "I don't know who you are but all of you sick weirdo's are in a whole lot of trouble, for what you done to me!" he responded shouting into the darkness. Just then a bright light blinded him. "It's good to see you are finally with us Mr. Yale," a foreign sounding voice resounded from behind the light. Angus tried to move, but all his body appeared to be strapped to the chair. Just then a figure walked into the light allowing him some relief from the brightness. "Look here Mrs. Cresswell you had better release me, people will be looking for me!" "Don't be ridiculous you horrid little man, no one knows you're here and I doubt no one would be bothered if they did," the woman spoke as she closed in on him. "Who are you, you're not that bitch who drugged me?" "No! I'm the poor bitch you tried to ruin with your hatred for my kindness towards transsexuals!" Trisha closed in eye to eye with him. "But you...?" "Yes you got away with it the first time, but your second escapade into trying to get me thrown out of the mall has only caught the attention of my employer and owner of the mall, Lady Melissa Cresswell." "Yes, Mr Yale. I own the mall and now I own you!" Lady Cresswell's voice sounded through a speaker system behind his head. Then all the room lit up and he finally looked up at the beautician he was so determined to stop trading. "Look Miss Grant it nothing personal." "Nothing personal?" Trisha laughed out loud, "You not only try to make me bankrupt but you still continue to harass me when I'm back in business... Oh you horrid horrid little bastard of man you deserve everything that's coming to you!" And with that Trisha grabbed a hold of his hair. "How long do you think you've been here?" she shook his head with slight anger. "Err a day?" "Huh! You've been here two months and in that two months Lady Cresswell's surgeon has made a few alterations to your grotesque looking body. Pulling his head downwards to face his lap the sight that met him left him speechless. For sticking out from his chest were two small globes of flesh, while wrapped around his waist was a black corset that narrowed his waist into a perfect female shape. His fingers were covered in polish and what little muscle he had on his arms was now replaced by two very slender looking female ones. "Whhhhhhat have?" he began to sob into his chest. "Oh don't fret bitch, you're small dick is tucked rather neatly into a specially designed space in the seat of the chair. "Yes Mr Yale the surgeon has finished sculpturing your face and body and now it's my turn to sculpture your mind!" the foreign man spoke happily from behind the beams of light ahead of where he was strapped. "But my boss?" "Your bosses were rather glad to see the back of you actually, well that's the impression your wife Lucy got from them when she told them how, after marrying in secret and after a very failed attempt at lovemaking, that you broke down and admitted that you were gay. In fact they had all assumed you was anyway. They also informed her that they had been looking for evidence of your homosexuality for the past two or three years. For they wanted to eradicate any likely embarrassment of having one of their highest offices open to blackmail. Anyway Lucy told them that she could not live with such a person let alone be married to one, so she gave them all the ammunition they required to sack you!" "But they would've had a hearing to...," he choked back in response. "You never returned their calls so they took Lucy's words as evidence I'm afraid!" Trisha cut in. "Anyway I would rather talk about your new exciting life that's ahead of you... And that reminds me, from what we have found out about you, you cannot abide people who have the habit of smoking can you?" "Wha? No I can't?" he choked, his fear of what was now turning into a full scale horror show right before his eyes. "Well the good Doctor here is going to change all that, for he is going change you into the very thing you hated and more - A smoking cocksucking transsexual!" Trisha laughed aloud as she left Angus to the expertise of Dr Von Getz. Angus tried his utmost to escape his torture, but he was very weak indeed. He watched the woman who he had tried to force out of business twice, walk back behind the lights and along with the foreign man disappear through a door at the far side. Just then a nurse entered the room and made her way towards him pushing a trolley. "Look you must help me escape I'm sure you must want to get out of here as much as I do," Angus looked up at the dark headed nurse. "I do get out of here at the end of the day, now keep still or I might miss a vein and it will make the injection even more painful!" Angus sighed with defeat, how could he escape this nut house and how would anyone believe his story if and when he did. Suddenly he was drenched in darkness once more as he was left alone in his captivity trying to figure out how he had got himself into this situation. But before he had time to consider anything the whole room was a light with images of naked men in different poses. "Angus in a couple of minutes your training will begin and I'm afraid to say the images you see on the screen will be imprinted into your subconscious and from there, they will form the foundation of your new sexual orientation!" Dr Von Getz began. Angus wanted to scream for help but knew that would never get him out of the place, so he decided that he would do what he was so good at, keeping himself to himself and pretending to go along with everything they said. Two weeks later Angus found himself being awoke by a large woman dressed in blue. "Wakey wakey Miss Yale, it's time for your anemia and douching," the woman smiled down at him. "I am matron and you will do what either I or my staff tell you to!" Angus pulled back the bedclothes and wearily swung his legs out of the bed. His throat was very sore and as held a hand up to touch it he felt a large bandage around his neck. He tried to speak but the matron stopped him. "No! No! Miss Yale your vocal chords have been operated on to give you a very soft feminine sound, so it will be a few weeks before any words of thanks start flowing through those sweet lips of yours. Taking a firm hold of his slender arm the strong woman took him to the bathroom where she made him bend over. Then without any compromise she stuck a thin object high up his rectum. Tears flowed from his eyes as the matron sat him on the toilet and waited for him to empty. "Dr Von Getz likes all his girls to be clean when he starts them on sexual aids, so you will have to learn to do this yourself because that training lasts for a month," the matron stated coldly as she waited for her patient to relieve himself. Desperately Angus tried to hold back his movement as a sign of defiance, but the anemia worked true to form. As soon as he had finished the matron had him bent over with his pink nightgown over his hips and was showing him how to douche himself and then ready himself for his next step in training. As the towering matron removed his nightgown he suddenly realised just how much his body had been altered for he was tiny in comparison to the matron. Dragging him over to a full-length mirror he got to see what he now looked like. Staring back at him was the face and body of a small woman and when he looked down at his shaved crotch he found the only remnant of his former life, a rather small and sorry looking appendage. Glancing up at the matron, who towered over him a good six inches even in her flat shoes, it made him realise just how easy they had crushed his masculinity and as the matron began to wrap a black corset around his waist, he could only concede to his defeat. The mirror was placed in front of an air vent that eased a cold draft deliberately across his torso and as the breeze encased his feminine body, tears once again flowed down his cheeks. For the sight of two small nubbins of flesh pushing out two very darkened aureoles with slowly erecting nipples finally brought home the full horror of his transformation. Yet matron was not finished with his dissolving masculinity for she laced the corset up as tightly as possible and purposefully remarked on how much fuller it made his budding breasts appear. Then turning him around rapidly she quickly began to attach a small restraint onto the shaft of his tiny cock and when she had finished she got him to step into a very high pair of black stilettos. Dejectedly she led him out of his room and along a very long corridor that was full of smiling and giggling women. With a feeling of total embarrassment he grasped a hold of the only thing his silence had to comfort him, the same thing that had seen him through all those years of loneliness, his resolve. 'Yes they would never break that,' he thought, no matter what they did to him. Yet Five years later Stella Primrose still looked upon her enforced training with a wry smile, for despite the degrading things that were done to her she knew that no one could ever keep their resolve once they entered the dungeon. Crossing her legs tightly she filled her lungs with the smoke of her favourite cigarette and pulled the very item that echoed her acceptance at what she had become from her ruby lips. Pouting her lips she drew a soft array of white smoke onto a canvas of air and as she watched the smoke trail off up towards the ceiling, she felt the familiar tug in her clenched groin. Two slender red tipped fingers gripped the cigarette delicately and as they moved back up to her waiting lips she brought forth a wicked smile, for her transformed mind was recalling the day she came to realise that she had turned into the very thing Angus hated. For as the good Dr Von Getz had explained, he had hated transsexuals and gays because he could not find the courage to admit that he really envied them. Because ever since the day Angus had been subjected to a barrage of images of big strong muscular naked men displaying their erect penises, the very thought of them sent shivers of excitement coursing through what was now Stella's body. Placing another plume of disheveled smoke before her she recalled the first day she had spent outside of the health farm, a day that was etched in her memory for good for it heralded the end of her two month stay in the dungeon. It was a hot summer day and he chose to wear a very pretty chintz dress. The breeze that flared his pleats around his smooth legs added to the tingle he had in his panty girdle, however as he walked freely across the lawns and through the gardens he came across two bare-chested gardeners. Instantly his eyes glared at their bulging muscles as they continued with their digging and then as one of them turned around to greet what to them was a her, Angus's eyes went straight to the man's crotch. He wanted to throw himself onto the man and his own cock was also prompting him to do so. For Angus Yale was no more, he was now a woman with a woman's needs. His mind was telling him to submit to both the men before him and the more he stood staring at them, the more he wanted to lift his dress and bend over and let them sink their hot sweaty cocks into his wanton shemale pussy. However he could not contain his excitement any more, for without warning his cock erupted violently in his panty girdle. His conditioning had been thorough for he was totally feminine in everything he did. If there was anything that needed cleaning he would clean it, he knew how to iron, wash and sew and he kept his room spotlessly clean. But they had also given him an insatiable appetite for young muscular men and it was that desire which now drove him to despair. Every night his dreams would consist of being in the arms of a tall young and handsome Herculean type man and every night he would end up ejaculating into his night-dress, as his dreams turned to their powerful cocks invading his soft and rounded arse. It took six long months for Angus to control his weakness in his panty- girdle and as a reward he was given permission to go and help out at the boutique he had originally tried to close down, during their very busy 'crossdressers' evenings. Belinda was no longer working at the store, for she was now married to a very rich property developer in South America. But Angela the woman who was now in charge made sure that he was treated with disdain he deserved and constantly had the other members of staff reminding him that he was in their eyes still a horrible little man, who liked to dress up in women's clothes. After a year the insults gradually disappeared and started to change into compliments as Angus began to help and pamper all of the clients who came to the store during the evening. Then one evening he was stopped from leaving the estate and was taken to see her Ladyship. Lady Melissa informed him that he would be working at the boutique full time and that he would now be moved to the workers facilities within the complex. With tears of happiness streaming from his eyes her Ladyship also told him that he had now earned the right to be called a she. It had been fourteen months since Angus Yale walked into Lady Melissa's study however it was not Angus Yale that walked out for daintily clicking her stilettos on the marble floor of the corridor was a very happy Stella Primrose. She was a transsexual and proud to be one and if anyone tried to tell her different she would strongly argue her case. Chapter Eighteen - Expectations Dennis could not wait for his trainer and mistress to arrive and after today's lunch time chat with the other two trainee maids tonight would be the night that one of them would win their panties. With an over exaggerated female wiggle Dennis positioned himself for Phyllis's entrance. He stood anxiously in his black ankle strapped six- inch stilettos with his thighs clenched tightly together dressed in his black corset and black pantyhose. He had placed the array of sex toys that Phyllis had used on him on previous nights and every time he saw them his small breasts began to tingle with excitement causing his nipples to enlarge. Yet the longer he waited the more the anticipation of what position Phyllis would have him in caused his cockette, as the mistresses and trainers referred to it as, begin to grow. Femininely he played with his short hair and pierced earlobes in an attempt to distract his thoughts from the enjoyment that he was going to have. Yet his every move betrayed him, for the more he tried to hide his growing erection the more the restriction of the mesh of his pantyhose pulled his transvestite mind back into focus. Stella sat amongst the three trainers watching the monitors of the three shemales. Carefully they studied the actions of their assignments, each one secretly preying that their girl passed the test. Phyllis knew hers would be tougher and did not hold out any chance of Lorna's husband earning his panties, but as she surveyed the other two, she had to agree that the fair skinned one was going to become a bitch tomorrow morning. Sweat began to form on Dennis's forehead as his erection began to stretch the front of his pantyhose. Desperately he tried to think of something else, but his reshaped mind could only think about one thing. Just then his wife's lover walked in. Curtseying immediately he stared at the floor as he was taught on the arrival of a mistress. "Well it looks like you've lost the chance to wear panties my dear!" Phyllis remarked upon seeing his very un-feminine protrusion from his groin. "Yes Mistress!" Dennis curtseyed. "Well you know what to do?" Dennis curtseyed again and hastily teetered over to his latex clad mistress, his shemale mind completely devoid of his failure to proceed in his need to move up to bras and panties, for all he could think of was having his mistress fuck him silly. Once again he let loose her black strap-on and after soaking it with his mouth he quickly moved up onto the bed with his rounding butt held high. Phyllis smiled with gratification as she watched her lover's husband's small breasts hanging down from his chest as he went down on all fours. His erection was straining the fibre of his hose and when his mistress forced her black rubber strap-on past his sphincter and deep into his shemale pussy, he moved back and forth screaming like a whore on heat as his penis erupted in his pantyhose. Two doors away a different scene was unfolding. Terrence Peacock sat cross-legged on a satin sheet his long painted fingers playing teasingly with two very erect nipples laying back onto the bed, he lifted his smooth legs high into air letting his six-inch heels point their way to the ceiling. Sighing sexily the blonde haired sheboy ran his long nails into his crotch, he no longer felt the need to be dressed as required for his trainer, because he felt that he was in charge in the bedroom. He did not care what retribution he would suffer for at the end of it his trainer would get what he wanted from him anyway. Suddenly the door opened and in walked his trainer. "What is the meaning of this?" he growled from behind his black latex mask. Instantly Terrence got of off the bed and approached his trainer, however his approach was not that of a maid, for as every step he took was slow and deliberate. Terrence could feel his small breasts jiggle as he swayed slowly towards his latex-clad trainer and he knew that the way he was swaying was having the desired effect too. Terrence's trainer could not take his eyes of off his assignments small penis as it nestled between his thighs. Then Terrence came up to his trainer and began to rub his crotch. "What do you think you are doing bitch?" he growled down at the five foot five blonde headed sheboy. "I'm going to please Master!" he breathed sexily as his long nails rubbed the latex cod piece containing his trainers cock. Terrence then felt his wrist being pulled up into the air. "You know what happens to disobedient bitches don't you?" "Yes Master, but you can fuck me anytime you want, but I'm sure you would rather not have to struggle with me for one night?" he purred sexily up at his overbearing trainer. The trainer let go of Terrence's wrist and as soon as he did Terrence slipped to his knees. He still wore his black corset and enjoyed the constriction it gave as he lowered his body to his trainer's groin. The trainer unclipped his codpiece as Terrence removed it from his groin. The smell of the trainer's manly musk seemed to add to his needs to feel his trainer's cock in his mouth, so without haste his pouting lips enveloped the bobbing head of the cock and drove forward. The taste of precum seemed to send him into a frenzy as he sucked hard on his trainer's sex. Then he moved his fingers up to the two hairy balls it was attached to and began to fondle and play with them. Opening his mouth he then slowly withdrew along the shaft, purposefully making sure his teeth caught the bulbous head of the cock, whereupon he then ran his tongue all over the tip of the penis. "Oh Yeah!" the trainer sighed, for he could not but help himself as his assignment sucked and caressed his weapon. Once again Terrence sucked in the ten-inch cock, this time relaxing his throat muscles as he expertly deep throated the thick penis. The trainer was now completely in his trainees power and he knew the roles where about to be reversed, but the undeniable need to hasten his enjoyment still forced its upper hand. Grabbing hold of the sheboy's short blonde hair he began to thrust his cock back and forth. Terrence had expected the move and quickly moved his hand up around the base of the shaft, to prevent his trainer from pushing his cock in too far, while his other hand began to rub his trainers balls in motion with the bucking. Several seconds later the trainer erupted and let go of the sheboy's hair, however Terrence expertly took all of the liquid in well timed gulps while his mouth still continued to suck on the cock. Eventually the trainer's moaning subsided as his penis went limp, yet still his pupil continued to suck and lick his deflated manhood. After a couple of minutes Terrence pulled his mouth away from his trainer's cock and stood up. The trainer was six foot six and dwarfed the sheboy but the power was now the sheboy's to command, so taking a hold of the trainer's still flaccid manhood she led him over to the bed. The trainer let his pupil push him onto the satin sheets of the bed and with expectancy he laid back and let the sheboy continue his dominance over him. Stella watched the young blonde sheboy with excitement for the boy's trainer was her lover and as she crossed her legs tightly her own little pussy stick, as Luke called it, started to itch. The more the sheboy devoured Luke's enormous tool the more she could not help thinking back to the first time she had got to worship his penis. It had been three years since Angus had become Stella, gone was the jealousy that had driven the Angus inside Stella, to become so cruel and hateful to people. However the cleanliness that Angus had always stipulated from all those housekeepers he hired and fired was now an inherent obsession melded into his now shemale mind. For not only did he keep his room at the estate spotless he always insisted that he cleaned the store when no customers were about. It was a Thursday afternoon after Stella had finished cleaning the female changing rooms, when she walked out of the door and bumped into the colossus figure of a young man. Stella's eyes went from his shoes right up his denims to his white T-shirt and up to the muscular jaw and blondish stubble of his chin. "There you go Miss!" the young man helped Stella to her feet. "Oh... I err... I'm soooo sorry!" Stella stammered as her heart just melted. Delia, Stella's rather voluptuous looking boss, was soon on the spot. "I must apologise for his rudeness Mr. Stroud!" "That's ok she did not cause any damage!" he laughed looking down at the five foot nothing forty something woman. Stella wanted to speak against Delia for calling her a 'him' in front of this handsome hunk of a man, but the rules stated that he would still be considered as a he until a real man finally deflowered his shemale ass without paying or being made to. Mr Stroud walked off amongst the many racks of women's clothes. "Do you know who that was you stupid bitch?" Delia shook Stella's arm. "That was Lady Melissa's best friends son! Mss Julia Stroud!" Stella's fluttering black mascara eyelashes looked void as to who the hunk's mother was. "Mss Julia! Lady Melissa is grooming her for Mayoress in a few years time and her son's rehabilitation is all down to her," Delia stated. "He's gorgeous!" was all Stella could reply. "Now get back upstairs and out of harms way!" Delia finished ushering him out of the way. Stella still looked out for another glimpse of the young man as Delia pushed him through the door to the stairway. Julia Stroud sat herself down in Melissa's study and crossed her silken clad legs. She was forty-nine years old, slender and strikingly beautiful, she was not short of admirers either, but despite all the attention she got from men she only had sexual feelings for one person her lover Iris. However Julia had not always been so confident and alluring, for her rich parents had virtually pushed her into marrying an up and coming politician to strengthen her families business needs. Bob Stroud was the only son of a very wealthy family who owned many businesses throughout the world. Academically trained his political path had been set out before him, however as he became more popular within the political corridors he walked, his attitude towards Julia changed, for he started to become more and more violent towards her. The depression was too much for Julia and her once trim figure ballooned as she began to eat for comfort. Then after falling pregnant from one of Bob's drunken rages and rapes she thought that everything would change for the better, but still he continued to beat her despite the pregnancy. Yet when she turned to her mother for help they all disbelieved her and told her to stop seeking attention because her husband was going to become a very important political figure and his wife should be at his side no matter what. With nowhere to go and heavily pregnant she had to give in to her parents wishes and return to the beatings and abuse that Bob handed out to her. The next five years saw her husband rise to a very important position within the political wing he belonged to and with the press also touting him as a possible candidate to lead his party, life for Julia was going to get worse. That was until he was caught on film, by a documentary team investigating his illegal business dealings, buying heroin in exchange for weapons to a South American drug cartel. For Julia it signaled the worst to come. Exiled from politics and narrowly avoiding jail Bob slowly drifted into alcoholism and debauchery, for despite loosing his political career, he still had a vast fortune to rely upon after selling all of his late father's business interests. But as for Julia she was now his punching bag and following a very violent beating Julia ended up in hospital on a life support machine. After four months rehabilitation Julia had to go home. Luke was now thirteen and she had decided to file for divorce. Once again her parents blamed her for all of Bob's problems and refused to see her until she decided to come to her senses and go back to Bob. So with no support she had to go back to him. Bob had now set himself up in another business that dealt solely with drugs and weapons and when Julia returned to him he continued to beat her and physically degrade her in front of his twenty five-year old blonde girlfriend. For Bob found it hilarious when Hillary, his bimbo girlfriend made love to him in bed with Julia forced to watch. "See what a woman's body should look like you fat bitch!" he called out to her every time he was doing Hillary. In fact the only solace she had was when Hillary went out shopping, leaving her alone in the house. However it was during one of those rare days when she was at home alone that her old life would come to an end. Luke had finished college that summer and had quickly inherited his dad's taste for blondes for when he came into the house with two very big- breasted girls. Upon seeing his tearful mother, he aptly told her to 'Fuck off upstairs and get her fat arse into her room and stay there until he gave her permission to come down.' Julia was not going to take it from Luke, he was her son and he of all should know better. However Luke responded to her outburst by cracking her in the jaw with his fist and then kicking her in the stomach when she was on the floor. "No wonder dad beats the fuck out of you bitch!" he laughed, his female entourage also joining in with him. Julia lay motionless for an hour as she covered her face and crawled up into a ball. Everyone blamed her for Bob's problems and there was nobody she could turn to, she could go to the police and report all of his illegal business dealings, but she knew that Bob's money would once again get him out of jail. With the sound of loud music beating in her ears she struggled to her feet and walked out of the door. In a daze she somehow made her way to the city where upon she took the courage to enter the hostel for destitute and physically abused women. It took a drunken Bob three weeks to track her to the hostel, but his intentions of dragging her out screaming by her hair backfired on him as the hostel's authorities called in the police to remove him. It was this incident that caught the attention of the hostel's main contributor and sponsor Lady Melissa Cresswell. Finally Julia had someone who understood everything she had gone through. Bob's lawyers were confident of getting him done for unruly behaviour and being drunk and disorderly, however what they imagined would be an easy afternoon's work turned out to be a lengthy and expensive court battle. Bob was now staring at a jail sentence of nearly five years as his charges became convictions of assault, battery, rape and attempted murder. However Melissa and Julia were not finished with him yet for she now had the perfect case to win a divorce and three quarters of his inheritance. Luke stuck by his father rigidly throughout the initial trials. Yet when his mother also won control of the million dollar trust fund left to him by his dead grandfather, he had no choice but to suck up to her for another two years, because then he would be twenty five and the fund would be his. Julia walked out of court a free woman and had the power she had only dreamed of having, but the years of abuse had played their part in her health and looks for she was now forty-four and looked as though she was nearing sixty. After a year Bob's early release looked as good as done, despite Julia's lawyer's attempts to make sure that he served his term. Then out of the blue an investigation by the FBI led them to one of his illegal drug deals that had resulted in one of their agents being killed. Bob was sentenced to a further ten years as all of his illegal dealings came out into the open. Julia's father died from a heart attack upon hearing about Bob's secret life as a drug dealer and gunrunner, while her selfish mother moved off to Florida to see out the rest of her years in a retirement home. Julia was free of Bob for good, but despite her victories she still had no family. However Lady Melissa had already set in motion a new career and a way to further humiliate her ex-husband and gain the son she had always yearned for. The next year saw Julia undergo several cosmetic alterations, as her sixteen stone soon evaporated to a trim nine stone. Luke had severed all ties with his father, for he was finding it hard to get anyone to hire him because of his father's past. Several times Melissa showed what she could do to Luke to get him to become the son she wished for, but Julia believed that without his father's influence his attitude towards her and to others would change. Melissa had one more trick up her sleeve to make Julia realise that her son was like his father. For his twenty-fourth birthday she gave him his inheritance and signed over a substantial part of the company she now owned outright. Luke did not need his father to show him the ropes, for he had seen enough to know that he was more than capable of making a success of his new found status. By the end of the month Luke had lost all of his inheritance and had been ousted from his position on the board of his own company. But it was his threatening behaviour towards Julia that night when she returned to find him in her own bed with two hookers, that finally made her see what he would have become. Luke found himself strapped to a chair the next morning staring blindly into several bright lights. Melissa's plans were for Julia to succeed where her ex-husband failed, she would become a very powerful and respected politician and before the paparazzi had time to delve into her cupboard, her lesbian relationship with her personal secretary Iris was revealed and received rather warmly. But the questions on the whereabouts of her son would continue to elude anyone who tried to find any trace of him, for that secret was between Julia and her very good friend Lady Melissa Cresswell. "So Julia what is the purpose of this visit?" Melissa enquired. "Oh it's nothing to do with politics my dear, it's just that I received a call from Luke this morning and it appears he has taken a shine to one of your employee's!" "Oh and which one is that?" "One that works in the boutique," Julia smiled. "But I only have female workers there?" Melissa looked puzzled. "I'm afraid I've taken the liberty of finding out one or two things about this employee of yours!" "Julia you are going to make one hell of a politician!" laughed Melissa. "So who is it?" "She's a waif who works upstairs and is about the same age as me I believe!" "A waif about the age of yourself? Hmmm there's only one particular worker who fits that description and that must be Stella!" "Yes that's her name," Julia smiled broadly. "But that little waif has an extra little something else!" Melissa smiled back. Julia just smiled even more. "You know don't you?" "Of course... And I think she would be excellent for my son," Julia laughed. "I really must compliment Dr Von Getz and I must apologise to you Melissa, for I asked the good doctor if he could give my son a deep yearning for an older woman with that little something else!" "Julia you are terrible, I'll have to take away some of the doctor's privileges for doing that!" Melissa laughed along with her friend. Stella was working away happily as he always did rearranging the out of place clothes around the store, when a skirt he was hanging slipped from the hanger and fell to the floor. Suddenly two large hands enveloped him and picked the garment up. Stella was about to apologise when the man behind him, picked up the skirt and placed it onto the hanger and then on the rack. "Hello it appears we meet again?" the towering blonde-headed man smiled down at him. "Err... Hello... And err thank you," Stella caught his breathe as he looked up at the young and very well built man. "I did not catch your name the last time?" "Err... St... It's Stella," he finally managed to say. "Well my name is Luke and it's a pleasure bumping into you again Stella!" he smiled. Stella felt a tingle in his panty-girdle a tingle he had fought two long years to control, so desperately he tried to avoid the mishaps he used to have when looking at very muscular young men. Then the young man called Luke walked over to where two of the other workers stood giggling. The young man stayed in the store for another half-hour laughing and joking with the two girl assistants. Stella's heart drowned as she watched the girls display their own obvious attraction for the very handsome Luke and when they both followed him to door and waved him goodbye she thought that he must have loads of young pretty girls flocking after him. Chapter Nineteen - Rewards A week later, Stella was tagging some clothes in the upstairs crossdressers department when Delia, his boss walked up behind him. "Stella the girls are all going to 'Jakes' tonight for Fiona's hen night and they wish you to come along too!" she smiled. "I err... Don't have any clothes for nightclubbing Madame," Stella curtseyed. "And I don't think the other girls would take to kindly at me being there!" "Nonsense there's plenty for you to choose from up here and as for those silly tarts downstairs they will not ridicule you while I'm around!" Stella had spent the afternoon sifting through loads of dresses, but they all seemed to fit much bigger crossdressers, however Delia had been watching his dilemma. For he did not possess the frame of a man who liked to wear women's clothes, because he had a very petite and graceful little female body. "Here you go Stella try this!" Delia handed him a size 10 black crushed velvet evening dress. "And I have booked you into the salon at the mall to have your hair done!" That night as Stella entered Jakes, he felt like a pretty woman. His hair was still cut into a high wedge shape but it was now completely auburn. His makeup matched his colour superbly. Yet as he slipped out of his coat and exposed his dainty figure to all around him, a tingle ran down his spine for he realised that his small and very slender body was now amongst a group of very big and muscular young men. For the first time he actually felt like a woman as the men all smiled down at him and offered to let him pass in front of them. The music pulsated along with the flashing lights as Fiona, who was around forty years of age and worked at the store during the weekend, began to enjoy her evening. The two young girls who always found Stella a joke continued to snigger in the corner as they continually kept pointing at him. Delia had already had words with the girls, Paula and Geri, but they obviously felt that she had no precedence over them outside of work. Eventually after another ten minutes of sniggering Stella decided that it was time to leave and as he clicked his way across the shiny floor to find the exit a strong hand grabbed a hold of his slender arm and turned him around. "Stella what are you doing here?" Stella looked up at the huge man who now held his arm tightly. "Luke?" he gasped. "They told me that you never ever left your apartment?" he questioned. "I... Err... Well it's Fiona's hen night and they all insisted that I went!" he answered nervously. "Would you like to dance?" "But I don't know?" "Follow me!" Luke stated and dragging Stella by his arm onto the dance floor. Stella moved in time to the music and as Luke spoke, his words were lost to him, for all he could think of was throwing himself at this young hunk and man of his dreams. However his small penis kept reminding him that his old problem might still not have gone away. As the night drew on Paula and Geri had both found themselves a man each and had decided their attention was better spent on them, however Luke was still intent on knowing all about him. Stella had told him how old he was, but realised that he could not tell him that he was not a she. So instead he told him how he had once worked for the government, but found it too boring and then became a shop worker. Luke spent the evening flitting back and forth between Stella and a bunch of his friends, however as the evening drew to a close Luke quickly asked him for the last dance. "Of course she will!" Delia virtually pushed Stella into Luke's arms. Stella had kept her alcohol intake down to a minimum, but Luke had obviously overdone his, for as he whisked him out onto the crowded dance- floor, his hands grabbed both cheeks of Stella's bottom and pushed him forward into his chest. His musk hit Stella's nostrils and her stomach began to flutter, here he was a forty-six year old transsexual being groped by a twenty-seven year old six foot six hunk. Then as Luke pulled Stella even more tightly towards him. Stella could feel a very large throbbing bulge pressing into his stomach. He was massive and Stella found his own cock responding to the thought of being so near such a huge penis. Then Luke bent down and thrust his tongue deep into Stella's mouth and began kissing him. However the lights went on to signal the evening over, so Luke broke the kiss and then took hold of Stella's hand and kissed it. "Would you like to go out for a drink next week?" "Oh... I... Err... Yes I would!" Stella found the courage to reply. "Good I'll pick you Wednesday at 8pm!" he winked as he walked away. Just then Paula and Geri broke Stella's concentration on what had just transpired. "You lucky bitch he's gorgeous!" they both sounded their jealousy in unison. "I bet he's got a tiny cock, all blokes built like that normally do!" Geri remarked as she walked away. Stella wanted to answer for he knew that Luke had not. In fact all Stella could now find himself thinking about was that huge cock pressed into his stomach, however what he had not realised was that the problem that had always kept him away from contact with men had not reappeared. Obviously his small cock had leaked a small amount of precum, but that was nothing compared to the full on ejaculation he always used to have. Once again Delia was at hand to help the poor love struck shemale and had advised him to start wearing pencil skirts as opposed to the flared old style look he had got used to. By the time Wednesday arrived Stella's wardrobe was completely changed, for Delia had completely reshaped Stella's appearance. Placing a tan meshed toe into a shiny black pair of six-inch stilettos Stella glanced at his very demure and sexy new look in the mirror. Running his red painted nails over his hips the transvestite that was still in him engorged his tightly constricted penis. Delia had even made him wear an authentic 1950's bra and girdle ensemble but warned him against wearing stockings, as it would appear to Luke that he was expecting to have sex. "Sex!" Stella blushed, "But he does not know that I am?" "Relax Stella, his mother has given you the blessing to see her son and believe me she would not let you anywhere near him if she thought you where the wrong type for him," Delia responded helping Stella with his matching pink jacket. "I love the way those old 50's bra's give you a direct pointy look?" she quickly changed the subject. Stella had to admit to himself that his matching pink pencil skirt and pointed breasts poking through his blouse had a very alluring look about it. "Delia I'm going to wear pencil skirts for the rest of my life!" Luke arrived at the exact time he said he would and when Stella appeared in the reception hall Lady Melissa also appeared. "Ah! Luke it's so nice to see you again!" she welcomed her friend's son. "Your Ladyship," Luke bowed before Melissa. "You look very exquisite Stella?" "Yes, your Ladyship," Stella curtseyed as far as his tight pencil skirt would allow. Luke held out his arm for Stella to hold, smiling Stella did what he was expected to do. "I have it upon your mother's approval that you may bring my employee back anytime you wish," Lady Melissa smiled wickedly. "Thank you your Ladyship!" Luke nodded his head and then proceeded to lead his date out to his waiting limousine. The limousine was huge and when Stella got in and demurely ran his hands under his skirt and sat down, he virtually sank into the soft-leathered chairs. Luke got in besides him and instantly began to survey the woman his mother had given him permission to date and bring home. She was wearing the clothes he loved to see on a woman and as he glanced at her tanned stockinged knees he had to fight the urge to run his hands over them. Especially as this was his first date in a year. In fact Luke had been on his best behaviour ever since that disaster of a date with Emily his mother's maid. For she was sexy and very forthcoming but he just seemed unable to have sex with her, but then it had been a long time since he had been able to perform with person of the opposite sex. He liked looking at naked women but for some unknown reason he just did not find their lower regions interesting anymore. Then after several visits to his mother's shrink Dr Von Getz, he found out that his condition was down to his father's treatment of his mother when he was young. So he guessed that he would never get an erection ever again. Yet the day that Stella first bumped into him his groin seemed to respond to her almost immediately and when he went back and visited her again, his groin responded again. Secretly he sighed to himself with a hidden relief at his groin's continual pulsing every time he looked at her. The age difference between them did not bother either of them as they sat down to eat at Che'Tal's French restaurant. Stella ate very lightly and was quite contented in watching the handsome hunk opposite him gulp down his steak, however as the evening wore on and he listened contentedly to Luke's life story concerning his father's treatment of his mother, the red wine began to make him giggle. Before leaving the restaurant, Stella had to go to the toilet. If ever there was a time for him to relish in his femininity it was when he went to the bathroom, lifting up his skirt he slowly rolled down his satin panty girdle and tan pantyhose letting his very damp and cramped penis free. Sitting on the toilet he emptied his bladder and then picked up his matching pink handbag to take out his lipstick, however as he opened it there was a box inside with a note from Delia. 'You're gonna need these! Love Delia and the girls!' the note read. It was a packet of ten condoms. A shrill of excitement went through him as he anticipated what lay ahead, if Delia and the girls had assumed what the night was going to lead to then how could Stella think otherwise. Yet something still nagged him as he placed his small cock securely back into its place, what if Luke did not know of his little indiscretion and if he did think he was a girl and found out whilst fondling how would he react. Stella decided to leave that problem until it arose and once again joined his handsome date in the limousine. Luke had consumed enough alcohol to allow himself the reward of placing his hand on Stella's knee. Stella felt the hand and instantly turned around to face him. Then before he had a chance to respond Luke's tongue was in his mouth and touching his own. Together they embraced in a very passionate kiss, Stella relishing in the feel of being so feminine and Luke relieved that his penis was once again alive and kicking in his pants. Then the driver wound down the interior and interrupted them. "I'm sorry Sir but Madame Stroud expressed that I am to take both of you to see her after your meal!" "Of course Mr Smith as my mother wishes," Luke smiled. Stella cuddled up to Luke warmly placing a small and slender hand into his, but when he did, Luke made sure that Stella's hand was in contact with his massive bulge between his thighs. The journey took over an hour, but as they approached Luke's mother's estate, Stella realised that his mother was obviously as rich as Lady Melissa. A very sexy looking blonde haired maid welcomed both of them with a curtsey and took them into his mother's very large and comfortable lounge. "Ah Luke dear, I see you have brought your girlfriend to see me?" Julia enquired glancing up from behind her glasses. "Please take a seat!" "Mother I would like to introduce Stella Primrose," Luke happily motioned. "Katrina fetch my son and his girlfriend a drink," she waved the maid away. Julia watched Stella intently as all her plans had fallen into place. Her son was a total wimp despite his muscular appearance and to round it all of he was totally smitten with a small transsexual who Lady Melissa had been trying to unload for two years. If things went according to plan by the time her ex-husband finally finished his sentence and was released, his beloved son would be two years into a deep relationship with a man who wears dresses. For what Luke did not realise was that his subliminal training had been cleverly placed for his sexual preference to turn from heterosexual to an absolute worship of shemales who where totally submissive to his demands and where of the same age as his mother. Stella sat hand in hand with Luke as his mother made rather polite and meaningless conversation. Then as quickly as she had started Julia remarked at how tired she was and went to bed, leaving both Stella and her son alone. "Well I suppose you had better take me home!" Stella looked up at Luke as he sat besides him. "No I'm a big lad and mother has more or less given me permission to let you stay!" he took hold of Stella's hand and dragged him out of the large lounge area. At the bottom of the large winding staircase Luke then took hold of Stella in his strong arms and lifted him up. Stella's small cock began to stir inside the confines of his girdle, for here he was in the arms of strong young man ready to be taken to the very edge of fulfillment. Placing his arms around Luke's neck he moved his lips up to his and kissed him passionately. Kicking open the door to his massive bedroom he let Stella slide to floor, while closing the door with his foot. Looking around the large bedroom it looked like the ideal bachelor's pad, for Luke had every gadget and gizmo money could buy. Yet the only object that was on Stella's mind was the large four poster bed and its satin sheets. Before Stella had time to move towards the bed to feel the sheets, Luke grabbed a firm hold of his wrist, turned him around and pulled him towards him. "I'm going to lick every inch of you!" Luke looked bleary eyed into Stella's sparkling and dilated pupils. Stella wanted to tell him that he was not what he thought she was, but the huge bulge of his groin was pushing deeply into his stomach throwing his shemale mind into a rabid lust to worship it. Yet before Stella had time to even think another thought, Luke had turned him around and was starting to undo the zip at the side of his pencil skirt. As Stella's skirt slid down across her hips and then onto the floor Luke's hands where all over his chest rubbing and kneading his small breasts that were still shrouded in a blouse and bra. Then Luke pulled him around again and picked him up. Throwing him onto the bed Stella was unaware that his small penis was now a prominent feature in his white satin girdle. Luke stood towering over his forty-six year capture and as he surveyed the sprawled woman before him his eyes caught sight of a small protrusion from her groin. Five years ago Luke would have beaten the crap out of anyone who even suggested he was gay, but now after all of his visits to his mother's shrink, a trigger in his mind released his hidden lust for elder women with cocks. Luke's eyes widened as he realised that his attraction towards this woman was not because of her age, it was because she was a shemale. Stella followed Luke's eyes to his groin, now was the time this hunk would either beat him to a pulp or tell him to leave with dignity. However Stella could not believe his eyes when Luke sank to his knees and then sank his teeth into that very region. "Oh my god!" Stella sighed as Luke began to pull at his satin girdle and then with his small erection straining at the gusset of his damp pantyhose Luke sank his teeth into it and began to suck on it. Stella writhed in absolute ecstasy as Luke continued to enjoy his pussy- stick. Then he pulled away. Stella looked up at his lover proud that his little ejaculation problem had not re-emerged. Then as Luke stood stoically over him the young blonde muscle encased man began to remove his clothes. Stella sat back and watched in absolute awe as Luke took of his shirt and revealed his rippling muscled torso and when he finished his striptease his enormous cock stood ten inches erect before him. Stella was wild with lust and without a second's thought he moved up to take Luke's massive sex into his mouth. Luke responded with macho pride as he grabbed a hold of his lover's auburn hair and began to buck with the rhythm of Stella's mouth. Long nailed fingers caressed his large testes as each thrust brought him to a peak. Then as if knowing that he held the power to please, Stella moved his mouth away from Luke's cock and began to undo the buttons of his blouse. Luke watched with excitement as his shemale lover removed her jacket and blouse and then span round on the bed and went down onto all fours. The condoms were far from Stella's mind for lust now had the upper hand and the desire to please over took any other thought. Luke moved onto the bed and glanced at his shemale lover's small but well rounded pantyhose encased arse, her small three inch cock hard and waiting to be finished like his, but the sight of her love whole spurred his lust forward. "Make me a woman Luke!" Stella cried as he sank his head into the black satin sheets and positioned his shemale sex high up into the air. "Fuck and fuck me hard!" Luke ripped a hole in the pantyhose to expose his lover's pink bud, then slowly he sank his wet cock into it. "This is your first fuck I take honey?" he asked. "Yesssssssssss!" Stella cried as the massive shaft forced itself past the sphincter and then brushed hard against his prostate. "Oh yesssssss you bet!" Luke eased his cock in as far as he could possibly get it and then with his cock fully inside he undid the ten clasps that hid the only things he had not yet touched. Stella felt her pointy shaped bra fall away and her small breasts fall downwards into the waiting hands of her lover. "Oh my god... Its soooooo good!" she sighed with pleasure as her nipples responded to Luke's touch. Yet the feel of his cock now easing its way in and out of her anal passage was the one feeling that could not break her concentration as her small cock erupted into the pantyhose still wrapped around it. Luke obviously understood what his lover was going through and moved a hand to his lover's small and soaked semi-erection rubbing it with intent to make sure his lover knew that he was responsible for getting her wet, while continuing to exact his punishment and lust in her bottom. Luke could feel his balls straining to hold onto his love juice and although he wanted to fill Stella with his seed he also wanted to see it splattering all over her arse, so quickly he withdrew from her. With a long gasp he sprayed his balls all over his shemale lover's bottom. Stella felt his withdrawal too and despite her little cock already being spent, the sensation of Luke's massive organ sliding free from her sex so quick made her come again. Before Luke had time to negotiate his next move, Stella turned around and jumped on to him showering him with kisses. "Oh Luke thank you I really am a woman know!" she continued to barrage him. "Thank you!" The next hour saw Stella taking her lover into the shower where they cleaned each other off, then they both got back on the bed and clinched each other in a sixty-nine position. Stella drove her mouth hard into her boyfriend's cock lapping up every inch of his massive weapon and when she was not seeing to his cock she was sucking and biting on his hairy balls. Luke toyed with his girlfriend's small and bald pussy-stick softly caressing her small testes as he did. After ten minutes of sucking each other, Stella wanted to feel her lover deep inside her again so leaning over to her pink handbag she pulled out the packet of condoms and pulled one over his cock. Moving her arse away from him she continued to suck on his rubber encased penis until she was ready to take him again. Slowly she mounted Luke's enormous tool and surprisingly found his re-entry rather easy. "Oh my god that feels so good!" she pushed down on him. Luke moaned with pleasure as his much older shemale girlfriend's cock and balls slid up and across his lower abdomen. Stella recalled the way she had seen girls ride their men and promptly began to imitate them, however the need to express pleasure was not as faked as she had always believed it to be. Luke took a firm hold of Stella's very erect nipples and began to twist and pull them as she increased her rhythm. With the friction of Luke's cock now going in and out of her, Stella could feel her little cock beginning to leak onto Luke's stomach, but Luke was nowhere near finished. Picking her up while his cock was still deep inside her arse he easily manoeuvred her into a missionary position. Then taking a firm grip of both of her ankles he pulled her legs high up into the air and pushed them as far back as they could go. Stella responded by scrapping her sharp nails across his muscled chest and as her eyes looked up at the huge manly body that was filling her and making her feel so weak and womanly her little cock erupted in time to her cries of pleasure. Followed quickly by Luke's own orgasm into the condom that was deep inside her. Once again the lovers collapsed but this time into each other's arms. Stella could not get the musky scent of her man from her mind and this seemed to spur her need to please both him and her more. Struggling to force the huge hunk of off her she soon moved down to his flaccid cock. "Oh Luke your cock is so big and gorgeous," she sighed sexily removing the condom and then proceeding to clean the penis up with her tongue. Luke awoke in the morning to the sound of Katrina flitting about the room and as he focused his eyes on her bending down he heard her softly voicing her disapproval at the way he had left six used condoms scattered about his floor. Then when he awoke fully he also saw a set of two very small and dainty red painted toe nails and as he pulled back the sheet he realised that Stella had fallen asleep where she had spent most of last night cuddled up to his cock. Julia was so pleased that her son was now sexually involved with a shemale, she was already making provisions for their future together. For negotiations with Lady Melissa for her son's future within Cresswell's could now finally be cemented. Stella arrived at work that coming Saturday to a round of applause, as each and everyone of the girls who had spent the past two years ridiculing her, now told her how much they envied her. And as Delia put the phrase, "You've finally won your panties and bra my dear!" Yet despite Stella's becoming she was still in for a shock that very same day, for as the day drew on and her mind recalled the pleasure she had enjoyed last night, she felt a very unusual shake begin to stir in her body. By midday the shake became unbearable and she began to wonder if she was coming down with an illness. Delia walked in on her as she sat shifting about the canteen. "Oh Delia I... I don't know what's wrong with me I feel," Stella began. "You feel shaky?" "Yes I do, what's a matter with me?" "My dear you have had a man inside you and when that happens it makes a woman feel more aware of herself... Here this will calm your nerves!" Delia took out a packet of cigarettes from her bag and handed them over to Stella. "What... I do-" "Rubbish my dear... You're a woman and everyone knows that it's men that make us women smoke!" Stella opened the packet and put the tip of the stick to her lipstick- covered lips. Hastily she grabbed a hold of Delia's lighter and lit the end and quickly inhaled as if it was the most natural thing she had ever done. With a plume of smoke drifting high above her auburn head her body found a calming sensation that gave her shifting feminine mind a new sense of fulfilment. That day on Stella never ever looked at herself as a man who wished to be accepted as a woman, for despite her little appendage between her legs she was now in mind and body a woman. "Oh how fast these last two years had past!" Stella sighed to herself as she watched Luke leaving the young blonde hegirl to wallow in the sheets of sperm he and Luke had made. Tonight Luke would not get no rest and Stella would make him pay for being such a good trainer. Josh who had been working on the young lad called Juan had only succeeded in bringing his pupil to enjoy being fucked by dildos just like the new female trainer Phyllis had done. Yet Stella knew that if the young man called Kevin had not played up so much then Jared would easily have beaten Luke to the line. For Jared's cock was much thicker than Luke's and she had seen even the sturdiest of young men submit to his weapon within the set period they were all given. And as Stella switched off the monitors and began to contemplate on what punishment she would give her husband to be, she started to look forward to the small ceremony she had invented herself for all those boys and men who gave into femininity. Chapter Twenty - The Weekend When Phyllis arrived to pick Dennis up, he was ready and waiting. Dennis knew something was going to happen because Dominique had indicated that something special always happened at the weekend. With almost robotic rhythm Dennis walked into the classroom along with Juan and Terrence and stood perfectly still awaiting Miss Primrose's arrival, with their individual trainers all standing behind them. Stella walked into the room with a wry smile upon her face. As usual she wore a matching jacket and pencil skirt ensemble, while her shiny black six-inch stiletto's clacked against the stone floor. "Good morning girls!" Stella stood before them. "Good morning Miss Primrose!" they all curtseyed in unison. "Today is a great day for one of you for it also signals a vital transition in your training," Stella moved behind her table and picked up a small package. "For the other two of you your training will still continue alongside the lucky individual and hopefully your jealousy of her will spur you on to the same reward as soon as possible." All three of the soon to be shemales bit their lips anxiously wondering which one of them had passed the test. Stella placed her glasses on and then sat down. "Terrence would you please step forward!" she looked up at the girls from the top of her glasses. A very big girlish shrill of delight broke the silence as Terrence realised it was him. "Ok Terrence my dear it gives me great pleasure in telling you that you have won your bra and panties!" Stella handed the delighted young sheboy his prize. "You will be released from training today for you have a very important agenda scheduled for you." Terrence took the package and hastily unwrapped the prize. Juan and Dennis looked on rather dejectedly, neither of them sure what they had to do to earn their bra and panties. "Oh my they're beautiful!" Terrence shrilled as his soft slender fingers felt the black satin material. Pulling them free he held the panties up to his nose and breathed them in. "Now Terrence I want you to get undressed!" Stella ordered the very happy sheboy. Dennis looked on feeling a touch jealous at his fellow classmate's advancement. Terrence placed his prize on the table and began to undo his white pinafore, then he moved to the back of his neck and pulled on the zip of his grey maids uniform. Eagerly and very femininely he slithered free from the dowdy uniform. His nipples rode his small nubbins of shemale breast tissue with pride as they began to elongate with the anticipation of wearing his prize. Stella surveyed the looks of the other two and could see that both of them portrayed the desired feminine jealousy, which their nightly programming had installed into them. "Leave your waist clincher on sweetheart!" Stella reminded Terrence as she watched him raise his leg onto a chair and sexily run his long painted fingers across the back of his calf and then onto his ankle. With both stilettos off he then began to roll down his black pantyhose. Everyone could see the sheer excitement he was feeling as he removed his pantyhose and his small cockette began to enlarge. Excitedly he took hold of the satin black thonged panties and delicately placed both his feet into the legs then gracefully slid them up his legs and then over his hips and into place. However hi