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Sarah's Story 2 (c) By Rob Henson Chapter 3 - Sarah and Clair Simon had hoped to see Ben again as Sarah but the opportunity never arose even though they did go out with the group a few times. Ben phoned one evening a couple of months later to say that his family was moving away and he would be going with them. Simon had been sad that the relationship had not developed further since Ben had been a good mate as well as a sexy boyfriend. "Remember," said Ben as he was finishing their conversation together for the last time, "it will be Sarah that's in control from now on, Simon is just a body looking after her until she is set free. Have fun. Goodbye and take care," and he was gone. One afternoon not long after Ben had left Clair phoned to say she would be late back. Simon had only just returned home himself after a late revision session at school. There would not be enough time to change into Sarah now he thought, as he settled down to do more homework in his bedroom. "Richard is away overnight on a course so I thought we could get a Chinese Takeaway, what do you think?" "Sounds great Mum, what time will you be in?" Simon asked. "I should be home just after seven, see you then." Simon was still working when Clair arrived home. "What a day. I need a bath and a large gin & tonic in that order. Can you bring one up in about ten minutes, darling," said Clair already halfway up the stairs already beginning to undo her dress. "Of course Mum," Simon headed off to the kitchen to prepare the ice and lemon. He took the drink upstairs and went straight to the bathroom. Clair had left the door half open for him; she had never worried about him seeing her undressed. She was already soaking in the bath with her eyes closed when Simon noticed that she had left her clothes on the chair. Seeing them laying there reminded him that he hadn't had a chance to dress for a couple of days and he was beginning to miss Sarah. "Here you are," he said. Clair opened her eyes dreamily. "Thanks, darling" she said taking a large gulp, "come and sit down and tell me about your day." Simon sat on the chair which was placed slightly behind Clair's head so that she couldn't see him easily without sitting up and turning around. "Oh just the usual, mainly revision and a session about exam technique. How about you?" Clair started to tell him about the latest job she was working on and the reason she was late back that evening when Simon's hand felt behind him and realised her tights were hanging from the arm of the chair and about to fall onto the floor. He put his hand out to stop them and noticed something odd; they did not feel like the tights he normally found in the wash basket. These were finer, smother somehow and very slightly glossy. He knew he just had to try them on. "So what shall I order then?" Simon thought quickly working out that if he could arrange dinner swiftly then Clair might not have time to tidy up her clothes. The plan worked well and he called up to say that the meal had arrived just as she was stepping out of the bath. "Be right down," she called as Simon prepared the table. "Right, I am going to plonk down here with a bottle of wine and not move for the rest of the evening, there's a good film on at eight o'clock. What about you?" Clair asked falling onto the sofa. "I've seen it before," said Simon pretending to study the television pages of the newspaper. "I still have some reading to do so I think I'll have a bath as well after diner." "OK darling, now lets eat, I'm ravenous." When they had finished Simon cleared the plates away, went up to the bathroom and locked the door. Her clothes were still on the chair and her shoes were underneath just as he had anticipated. He quickly got undressed and set the taps running. He found her panties on top and pulled them on pushing his cock into its usual place, straight down in front of the gusset giving him a nice, feminine, profile. He had noticed recently that, although he felt excited inside, his cock had stayed soft and he rarely brought himself off at the end of a dressing session anymore. It was a much more relaxed feeling, one of comfort and serenity. That didn't mean that sex was no longer exciting though, indeed he had spent many a time stroking himself in bed last thing at night usually thinking about what Ben and Sarah had done together in Stratford or about some of the boys in the sixth form who he had begun to notice. Sarah pulled on the bra and found some tights in the wash basket to pack them out with. Once again her feminine figure began to emerge. She knew now that she would never be particularly attracted to girls although she loved being with them as friends, good friends often, sharing ideas and secrets. She also new that she wasn't gay, well Simon wasn't at least although for a time he thought he might be when he realised that girls did not turn him at all. He had even explored this with a few friends who were openly gay but, once again, something was still not quite right. They wanted to be with another boy which, of course, left no room for Sarah. After being with Ben, Simon knew where his sexuality lay. Ben was not gay either and had not been attracted to Simon at all sexually, but as Sarah, Ben was all over her and she loved it. She picked up the tights from the chair and pulled them over her hand. They felt wonderful, cool and smooth, and so light. They were the light tan colour that Clair preferred for work and Sarah pulled them slowly up her smooth legs, over her knees and up to her waist. They looked and felt fantastic. She walked around the bathroom and felt the whisper as her legs brushed together. She pulled the dress over her head, pulled up the zip, clipped the buttons together and put on the shoes that were laying under the chair. It was as if Simon's sexuality no longer mattered, or even existed. To work it out would be impossible, however Sarah sexuality was much easier understand. She was a lovely girl attracted to real boys, and men. It just happened that she had a little something extra to offer. And what's more they could be attracted to her judging by Ben's reaction while they were away for that week-end together. It had been a wonderful time for Sarah going out together as a couple but more especially when they returned to the house and had some fun although Ben had not attempted to make love to her. She loved Ben for that, she realised now, since it would not have been the right thing to do at that time. Maybe if he had stayed around a while longer though ...who knows? She walked around the room again and then looked in the mirror. From the neck down it was Clair just as she had come in from work. Her hair was darker and styled differently since Sarah resembled Richard more than Clair but her features were from that side of the family. Even without makeup though she was pretty and her legs looked great. She decided she had to wear these tights more often but how could she wait for them to appear in the laundry basket again, it might be weeks. She glanced over to the waste bin and there on top, was the packet that Clair must have thrown away that morning, Aristoc Sheer elegance - Sandal toe - colour Sherry. Sarah would have to buy some, the next day if possible. The bath was full so Sarah turned off the taps, got undressed and stepped into the steamy perfumed water. She would read for a while and then get dressed again. When she finished she took the empty packet back to her room and hid it in one of her desk draws. The next morning Clair never noticed that the packet had gone but she did notice when it reappeared on top of the waste basket in the bathroom three days later especially as the bin had been emptied in the mean time. Simon finished school early the following Wednesday and went to the high street to find a shop that sold the tights he needed. He wandered in and out of three main stores before he found the type that matched the packet in his pocket. He looked through the rack at some of the other styles and finally picked up two pairs that were the same as he had worn a couple of evenings before. His breaths were coming fast again and his head felt light. "Are they the correct size?" A voice appeared to come from nowhere and shook him out of his daze. "Pardon," Simon responded. "Who are they for?" asked the shop assistant once more. "Er, my mum, it's her birthday," he added quickly. "Ah that's nice, how tall is she?" "About my, er, she's about the same as you," he said correcting himself. "That should be OK then, these are medium. Tell her she can change them so long as they are not opened. That's five pounds please" Simon handed over the money and left the shop. It would be much less nerve racking if it had been Sarah buying these, he thought, still maybe soon. As he walked back towards home he noticed a large charity shop which had a display of ladies dresses in the window. They looked as good as new and were very cheap. Why not, he thought? This way he would always have access to just the clothes Sarah wanted whenever she felt like appearing. He found a light blue dress with long sleeves, quite short, and another slightly longer in beige. He also chose a skirt and blouse all in the correct sizes which he now knew. The shop was busy and no one paid him any special attention as he paid for the dresses. Just before he got to the end of the shopping area he found one more charity shop displaying a really nice pair of blue sandals in the window and just his size, six. He just had to have them. He almost ran home and leapt the stairs to his bedroom and got undressed. He spent the next two hours trying on his new clothes although he continued to use Clair's undies from the washing basket; he wasn't brave enough to tackle that shopping challenge just yet. All too quickly it was time to put his new clothes away and change back to Simon. He found a small box and folded the clothes careful and placed them at the bottom of his bedroom cupboard where they would not be found. A few minutes later Clair returned from work. The next few weeks found Simon busy preparing for his exams. He was able to spend more time at home revising and, of course, Sarah was never very far away. She rarely had time to use full make- up but she tied her hair back which gave her a feminine appearance. She loved her own clothes and never tired of wearing them even though there was not much of a choice. Sarah always found it much more relaxing while studying, it was as if she knew what revision was required and how much work had to be done better than Simon did. There were a couple of occasions when Clair or Richard had come home early but Sarah had a plan for changing back to Simon quickly so it was never a problem. Finally the exams came and, all too quickly, finished. It was a great time for the gang celebrating especially as they had found a pub that didn't mind serving them even though most of them were under age. Summer came and went as it was time once again for Simon to settle down and concentrate on his A level course. A pattern had developed where he would dress two or three times a week after school or longer on the rare occasions Clair and Richard were away. Life was busy and the year quickly passed with mid course exams once again to the fore. Simon felt he was lucky to have Sarah with him. It made studying relaxed and fun. "We've decided to have an early holiday this year and we're going to Scotland touring," said Clair one evening over dinner just as the term was finishing, "Would you like to come with us?" "Well, I was thinking of getting a job over the Summer," said Simon, "and I'm not too keen on touring anyway." "That's alright; I didn't really think you would enjoy it much anyway. You'll need to look after the house though and NO parties while we're away." "As if," said Simon already wondering how he might manage it without them finding out. They went off a couple of weeks later and Simon had the house to himself at last for three weeks. He had found a job in a clothes shop which meant he had to work at the weekends with Thursday and Friday's off. Every evening, so long as he wasn't going out, he would get changed and Sarah would come alive again. First he would shower and then put on Clair's makeup. She had lots but he was very careful not to use too much. He had considered buying some of his own but he would hardly ever have the chance to wear it. Now that he had the house to himself he made more use of Clair's outfits always making sure he put them back exactly as he had found them. His days off were great too since he could spend the whole time as Sarah and the evening and night as well. He even wore a night dress to bed and let his hair grow long enough for a pony tail which many boys were now wearing. The weeks soon passed and the latest call on the answer phone from Clair had said that they were beginning to head back and would be home at the week-end. Sarah made the most of her last few days of ecstasy. Clair and Richard had had a great time during the first two weeks but then the weather changed which also became the primary reason of the third major turning point in Simon's life. By Wednesday morning of the third week Richard had had enough. It had not stopped raining since Monday and the forecast for the rest of the week was not encouraging either. "Come on lets go home," he said as they packed the cases from the most recent overnight stop. There was more that they had planned to see but Claire agreed that it wasn't much fun. They set off after breakfast and drove all day until they reached York where they stopped overnight. It would then be an easy run back to Warwick down the motorway. Clair had called Simon every few days but didn't always manage to speak to him although she always left a message on the answer phone. She called again when they arrived in York to say they would be home the following afternoon and to make sure the house was tidy. Once again there was no answer. "What's the problem," Richard asked noticing her concern. "Nothing, I'll tell you tomorrow in the car." Her fear was that they would turn up unexpectedly and then Simon's secret would be out. Little did he or her know that that was precisely what was about to happen. "So what's the big problem." asked Richard once they were on the Motorway heading back towards Warwick. "Well, it's about Simon," Clair began, "He's been wearing girl's cloths." She had been pondering for weeks how to raise the issue and in the end decided to just come straight out and tell him. "Oh," said Richard, "is that such a big problem? Remember I've put on some of your things now and again when we've been having some fun." Clair laughed and remembered some of the occasions he was referring to. "Maybe you're right, he might just be going through a phase but I do think it's a bit more serious than that. I had noticed some of my cloths had been worn for a couple of years now but I assumed he was just curious. Then a couple of weeks ago I was putting some things away in the big cupboard in his room and noticed a box. It was full of just about everything a girl would need, underwear, dresses and some cheap jewellery." "Yes, I see what you mean" said Richard thoughtfully. "Well I think, if it is serious for him, that it's better out in the open. So will it be me, you or the both of us tackling it?" She hadn't expected him to be quite so forthright but, it was not surprising really bearing in mind how practical Richard usually was. "I don't know, let me think about it," she said "but I have a feeling we may have to deal with this quicker than you think." She was right of course. Meanwhile Simon had got up at around ten as usual but was still tired from the night before. He had been out late with his friends and had gone back to Angie's place to drink some more and play videos. Her parents were also away and Simon arrived home at four o'clock completely shattered. Sarah got dressed and chose a blue dress of Clair's. She pulled on her tights and wore the blue sandals she had also purchased at the charity shop. The dress was short and showed off her legs nicely. She used a hair band to hold her long hair in place, put on some light make-up and was pleased with the result. Sarah had planned to spend the next couple of days cleaning the house before her parents returned home at the week- end. The sound of the vacuum cleaner drowned out the ringing of the telephone and Sarah never noticed the light on the answer phone flashing. At one o'clock she felt that she'd deserved a break. She made some coffee and toast and laid on the sofa. Before realising it she had fallen asleep. Clair and Richard arrived home at three o'clock that afternoon and Richard took the first of the cases in while Clair tidied the car. As Richard came in he popped his head around the door of the lounge. "Hi, we're home early..." and stopped when he saw the pretty girl asleep on the sofa. "Sorry," he said, "Just looking for Simon" and carried on upstairs with the bags. Simon woke with a start. As he arrived back at the car Richard told Clair he had just bumped into what must have been one of Simon's new girlfriends. "Are you sure?" asked Clair not at all convinced. He took the rest of the cases up to the bedroom and Clair went to the lounge where she saw a very attractive girl who could have been Simon's twin sister. "Oh..." said Simon deep red now "I, I, I wasn't expecting you so, so, early" he stammered, not knowing what he could do since there was nowhere to hide. He just stood there head bowed instead. "Hello dear," said Clair rushing over to him and giving him a big hug. "It's good to see you again but I must admit I never expected it to be like this," she lied, "how are you?" "Errr, fine I guess." said Simon now totally confused. Just then Richard came in and stopped in his tracks. He had been thinking about what Clair had said but wasn't quite prepared to have to deal with it so quickly. "Hi Simon, looks like you've been having a good time," he said smiling "how's things?" Simon's mind was now in utter turmoil. He had been expecting his world to come crashing down and here they were, walking in on him and hardly batting an eyelid. He continued standing there completely dumb stuck. "Well, I think the least you could do would be to make us a nice cup of tea while I go and have a shower," said Clair, "and then we can have a talk if that's OK?" "Yes of course, but don't you want me to get changed first" he asked timidly. "Not if you don't want to," said Clair, "It must have taken you quite a while to get dressed like that since you look so good and especially the make-up. It would be a shame to waste it. No, stay as you are," and she disappeared upstairs. "Don't worry" said Richard smiling "no problems for us if that's what you like to do. Go and make the tea and we'll be down in a minute. And I must say you look great, very convincing, I would never have known," he added and he followed Clair upstairs to the bedroom. They both came down soon after and the three of them talked for about an hour. Simon explained briefly how it had started including how his feelings had changed recently. He didn't mention Ben though. When he had finished Clair spoke. "We don't have a problem with this," she said looking at Richard who shook his head in confirmation, "but if you are going to dress up then it can't be furtive. You must be open with us about it and do it properly. Do you have a name?" "Yes, I think of myself as Sarah." "That's nice," said Richard, "so it looks like I have a daughter as well now and held out his arms. Sarah came over and sank in his arms and gave him the biggest hug. "Right, and if you are going to be Sarah for a while we need to by you some clothes. We can go shopping tomorrow which will cheer me up after cutting my holiday short. We will go into Coventry and you can come as Sarah. How does that sound?" Clair was most insistent. "Are you serious?" said Sarah, not sure weather to laugh or cry. "I couldn't possibly go out during the day like this." "Yes you could and you will. No half measures, like I said you do this properly or not at all, in any case Richard was completely fooled, he thought you were Simon's girlfriend when he came in and saw you. So that's settled then, we'll get you ready and then we'll go out tomorrow afternoon and then Richard can meet us in the evening and buy dinner for his two favourite ladies. "Sounds great to me," he smiled, "I would be honoured to be in the company of such beautiful women." Simon spent the rest of the evening as Sarah listening to Clair and Richard talking about the holiday. She also told them some of the things she had been up to. As the night wore on she became more relaxed and settled into role much more naturally, even starting emulate Clair and move like a real girl. Finally she went to bed her mind reeling around the events of the day. She was still shocked at being discovered but began to think that it had been inevitable really. There was also calmness about her now too. She had no idea where this would lead but there was definitely something nice about it. Her Mum and Dad had been wonderful which is exactly what she had expected, looking back, but to suggest they should go shopping the following day was a complete surprise albeit a brilliant one. She got undressed and climbed into bed as she had done many times over the last couple of weeks only this time her head was buzzing at the thought of what tomorrow would bring. The next morning Sarah got up at nine and went down to breakfast. Richard had gone to the DIY store to buy the wood he needed to convert the cupboards in her room. They had decided that Sarah and Simon's clothes together would require a lot more space. Clair was in the kitchen making some toast. Sarah was unsure what to wear and so had just put on jeans and a T-shirt but had put the plastic headband on the hold back her hair. "That's no good," said Clair straight away and Sarah was instantly worried that she had changed her mind wanting nothing more to do with her going out as Sarah. "What do you mean," she asked nervously. "Well, if we're going to try on dresses you'll need to be able to change easily. A skirt and blouse would be better and it's quite chilly today so you will need some tights. Let's have breakfast and then I'll help you get ready." "OK Mum" she said relived that things still seemed to be as they had left the night before. They chatted over breakfast about what they would do that afternoon. Clair had always been practical; it was something he brother's found hard going since they were lazy like many teenage boys. She had worked hard at school and got a place at university reading Geography. She was tall and pretty but not a great beauty however she made up for that by understanding very well how a man likes to be pleased. She had met Richard there and they had fallen in love almost on their first date. All she had to do was to work out the details of how they would spend their life together. Richard never really knew what hit him but he was happy for her to do all the hard work. He attended the technical college in the same town studying engineering and when a good job opportunity surfaced near Warwick they had moved there. Clair found a job in a solicitor's office and quickly got promoted to the Office Administrator becoming indispensable on the way. She had returned to work soon after Simon was born and her slim figure had been restored almost immediately much to the consternation of the other women in the office. They were both so pleased when Simon was born that they never really felt the need to have another child although they had discussed it a few times. "We'll need to do something with your hair, but not much. Have a shower and then wash it. I've found one of my old bras and sewn in some padding for you." "Mum, are you sure about this. I haven't been out much and I have never thought of going shopping as a girl. Don't you think someone might spot me and then we'll both be in trouble?" Sarah was now beginning to have second thoughts about the whole thing. "Well it's up to you but I have known for quite a while what you have been up to and I thought it might diminish over time but it seems to be getting stronger" Sarah nodded. Clair was planning to a have long talk with Sarah, woman to woman, but not until they were on their way to town. "I think now would be a good time to get it out in the open and do things properly so that you can really see what it's really like to be a girl. Maybe that might help you decide what you want to do in the longer term and then again maybe it won't. These sort of things can be tough on a young person to work through and Richard and I love you too much to see you struggle with something on your own. Besides it will be good having a girl friend and I know Richard would love to have a daughter he could spoil." "Oh Mum you are wonderful," Sarah got up, ran around the table and hugged Clair, "I do love you, thanks for being so understanding." Clair hugged her back. "Now go up and have a shower and I will leave some things on your bed to wear. Come into my room when you dressed and I'll do your make-up and hair. I must say, you won't just pass for a girl you'll be a very pretty one." Sarah left the room and went upstairs. After showering she wandered back to her room and on the bed were the clothes Clair had laid out. She picked up the pink panties and pulled them on. She was excited now at the thought of what the next few hours would be like. She tucked her semi-hard cock deep into the gusset of the panties hoping it would go down. Things could get very uncomfortable if she stayed hard all day. Next she put on the new pair of tights Clair had found for her. They were a dark tan and she thought they suited her colouring really well. Then the bra which surprised her. Clair had filled it with cotton wool and sewn two pieces of material onto the back of the cups to hold them in place. She glanced in the mirror and already the sight of her nyloned legs and shapely figure caused another stirring in her loins. She though about taking care of the problem but decided against it. Hopefully things would calm down later. Finally she put on the blouse and pulled up the skirt, clipping the stud and pulling up the zip. The blouse looked ragged on her though as she straightened up the skirt. She went along to Clair's bedroom where she was sorting through he various forms of makeup in the draws of her dressing table. "Wow, you look great already," said Clair with a big smile, "I know today's going to be real fun. Come on sit down and well sort out you hair." Sarah told her how the blouse wasn't hanging right. "I'll show you what to do. Lift up your skirt and pull the hem of the blouse down all the around, nice and tight, and then pull down the skirt smoothing it out over the blouse. There that's better." "My gosh, how much of this will I have to learn?" Clair laughed, "It takes a lifetime and most of it is about pleasing men but you'll learn about that soon enough, if you haven't already that is." Sarah blushed so deep she thought her face would explode. "I see," said Clair looking stern, "you can tell me about that later as well. Now sit here and keep still." "Watch carefully so you can do this on your own later." Sarah's hair dried quite thick and, since it was shoulder length, it just needed brushing out. Clair rubbed in some mousse and parted it on one side; Sarah was amazed the difference it made makes her look very feminine. Clair then used the various powders, creams and eye makeup to good effect and the result was incredible. Sarah put on a pair of Clair shoes which had medium height heels and the image was complete. "Mum I have never looked anything like this before, it's great. I just hope I can remember all this for myself." The journey into Coventry took about half an hour by train with one change and they had all afternoon together before meeting Richard at six in the cocktail bar they used whenever they were in town. "How are you feeling," asked Clair as they walked towards the centre of town. "Just great Mum, it just feels so good and so comfortable but I don't really know why." "Don't worry about it now, just be as you are. You'll need to take shorter steps for a girl and turn your wrists slightly, that's it. You'll get used to it especially if Sarah is going to be around for a while." Sarah thought about that and smiled to herself. With Clair helping her she hoped Sarah would be around for a very long while. They went in just about every clothe shop in Coventry Town centre and there were a great many. They tried on so many dresses and skirts that Sarah lost count. "Like I said if you're going to do this properly you need a complete wardrobe," remarked Clair as they entered yet another department store. They bought enough underwear so that she wouldn't run short between washing; tights, panties, bras, slips and, of course a whole cupboard full of skirts, dress blouses and tops, Also they tried on dozens of shoes which also felt good to walk around in the shop and some with quite high heels. Finally they chose all the makeup she would need and some jewellery. "Now we must get your ears pierced, I saw a shop earlier that did that." Sarah had never thought of that but loved the idea once she saw the gold sleepers the jeweller was about to put in. They had one stop for coffee and were just about finished when they saw Richard walking towards the Cocktail bar. "There's Richard," said Clair, "Go on, run up and surprise him." Sarah tapped his shoulder and Richard turned around. "Yes, what can I do...Sarah is that really you. You ... You look so beautiful. Clair, what have you done to my baby, she looks like a princess." Sarah hugged her Dad. "Oh stop it your making me embarrassed," she said. Dinner was relaxed with both the girls showing Richard their purchases. The drive home didn't take long and Sarah went straight up to bed. She undressed slowly and put on her night dress. Her head was still buzzing from the day and she took a long while to go off to sleep. She knew Simon would still be around but she longed for the opportunities when Sarah could put in an appearance during the evenings. She just hoped her Mum and Dad did not change their minds and tell her to stop all this nonsense. Eventually she drifted off to a dreamless sleep still with a slight smile on her lips. Chapter 4 - Sarah and Richard It was just after Christmas and the days were now short and overcast. Sarah was well into the second year of her A level courses and studies were going well. She was seventeen and had been dressing as Sarah openly at home for nearly a year. Richard and Clair had fully accepted the situation without any problems since discovering her secret on their surprise return from holiday the year before. "Hello Princess, how's things?" Richard had just returned from work and had climbed the stairs to take a shower before diner. Sarah had been working on a Business Studies assignment in her bedroom but jumped up and ran out to give her Dad an enormous hug. She was wearing a skirt and top which she had changed into after school as she did most afternoons when Simon wasn't required to be around. "Hi Dad, good day?" "Great, but I need to talk to you, I think there is something you can help me with, I'll tell you over dinner." "So you've finally got round to it after two years," said Clair after they had finished eating. Richard had outlined the company's plans which he would be involved in implementing, indeed it was what he had been recruited to do but a number of things had conspired to delay the start. "Some of it is sensitive for the moment and I can't really involve anyone else, which is why I could do with Sarah's help," he said turning towards her. She looked very feminine tonight he thought and then realised it was the makeup she must have put on while he was in the shower. Clair had been coaching her and now she was very skilled at creating the look she wanted. When she was dressed like this it just seemed natural to call her Sarah rather than Simon. "Of course Dad," she said, "the courses have all finished now so I'm just into revision. I've got plenty of time." "We'll need to go into the factory at the week-ends, just Saturday's for the time being though," he mentioned, "and since no one there knows about Simon, you could come as Sarah if you like and I'll introduce you as my daughter. What do you say?" Although Sarah had grown in confidence over the months she had not been out very often and relished the opportunity of being Sarah for a while longer than just the evening. "I'd love too." The chance of doing something for her Dad, who had been so kind, at the same time as Sarah was coming alive, was too good to miss. "Right we'll start on Saturday and don't wear anything too provocative, the week-end shift will be in and I want them to get on with their work not wasting time ogling my beautiful daughter." Sarah blushed to the tips of her toes and Clair laughed. Sarah was pleased though that they were both so acceptant of her, even passing her complements. On Saturday she was up early so that she could spend time getting ready. She knew she could do it but at the same time didn't want to slightest risk of letting her Dad down. She showered first and made sure she was smooth all over then applied plenty of talc. It was highly perfumed so she didn't need to use any scent. She pulled on her panties tucking her cock tightly into the gusset and slipped on a pair of suntan tights, skirt, T-shirt and a pink jumper. Clair had made up some padded bras for her which gave her a small but nicely shaped bust. Medium heels finished off the ensemble and she then sat down to apply her make-up. First she brushed her hair out which was quite long by now. It was still a fashion, among some boys to wear their hair long so that wasn't a problem in her boy-role and she could do nothing about her soft features so people accepted Simon was 'girlish' to look at anyway. It was only as Sarah that she modified her behaviour, the way she stood and walked. Sarah never used much make-up, just a light cream, eye-shadow and mascara and lipstick. She decided not to wear any jewellery to go to the factory; she had taken heed of what Richard had said even though he was joking. She did shape and varnish her nails though since they enhanced the feminine appearance. They went to the car and Richard held the door for her as she slid into the passenger seat. This was another skill Clair had shown her since boys get into a car very differently to girls. The trip to the factory took about thirty minutes and they went straight up to Richard's Office. It took over an hour to explain what was involved and after Sarah had asked a few questions Richard suggested they went to the canteen for coffee. Richard had to stop off at the toilet so Sarah carried to the self service area and ordered their drinks. "Hi gorgeous, where did you spring from?" A voice behind made her jump. She turned and smiled at the young, nice looking guy in the queue. "I'm just here helping my Dad," she replied dropping her eyes and blushing. "And that would be me so don't go bothering my daughter, Paul." Paul turned quickly and saw Richard standing behind him and so did his friends in the queue who began laughing. "Oh sorry Mr Lindley, I didn't realise she was your... er sorry." He blushed and went to the back of the queue to join his friends. They would be ribbing him for days over this. "I blame you for this," Richard said picking up his coffee. "Sorry Dad, what do you mean" asked Sarah worried in case he was upset with her. "Well if you didn't look so lovely you wouldn't attract so much attention." He turned and smiled at her and she realised he was joking. She smiled back and they took their coffees back to the office. She was so lucky to have parents like Richard and Clair. The initial work was mainly collating so she was able to do her own for a couple of hours. Richard was busy on the PC putting the initial plans together. At one o'clock he looked up. "Right, I think we've done enough for today. You ready to take me through what you have done and then we'll have lunch. Pizza OK?" "Great Dad, here's what I've got so far." She explained the details of what she had been working on and then they left. They went into town to a Pizza Express which was quite busy with shoppers. The young waiter showed them to a table giving just a little too much attention to Sarah. Richard looked up at the ceiling. "Will you stop it." This time Sarah knew he was joking and laughed as the waiter handed them their menus. The meal came with a bottle of wine and they settled down to eat their pizzas. "I think we made a good start today although there is still a lot to do. I reckon we will need about six weeks plus some work at home. You OK with that?" "Of course Dad, I'm really glad to be helping and there are one or two things we will need to think about. We did a case study at school similar to this and the company said that there were some things they would have done differently if they had the chance. It would be good if we didn't repeat their mistakes." "It would be great if you could do that, we're all a bit green at this but we didn't want to hire professional consultants and end up paying over the top." "No they're quite straightforward things really its just people seem to forget that they are important. I'll go back through the assignments next week and put together a list of points we need to consider. I'll have a look on the internet as well and see if there is some information on there." "Fantastic," said Richard, "I knew it would be great having you involved. Sarah swelled almost to a busting point with pride. Richard always knew the right thing to say, as Clair could often testify. "So, how's things with you. We don't seem to have much chance to chat these days," Richard asked and took a sip of wine, "any problems?" "No, everything's good at moment. I'm well ahead with my work and predicted results look promising." "Have you made a decision about Uni yet?" "No the offers are all in but I was thinking about having a year off. Doing some charity work maybe or just getting a job." "Would that be as Sarah or Simon?" Richard had the knack of stunning you with important questions when you weren't expecting it. "I don't know," Sarah replied, "I haven't really thought about it." It wasn't a painful subject since things couldn't be better for her, but that was the problem in some ways. She was happy ticking along and leaving things as they stood. "Well, it seems to me that you are OK as you are but it doesn't look to be going anywhere at the moment. I must say I haven't seen Simon for a while since I seem to get in late and Sarah is around most week-ends. It's not a problem of course but you need to think about what you want to do." Sarah nodded, "I suppose you right, but it's all confusing at the moment" "So what's confusing you?" "Well I know I'm Simon really but being Sarah just feels so comfortable and right. I expect you thought I was just kinky at the beginning but it's much more than that." "The thought did cross our minds, which is why Clair wanted to push you further to see if you would give it up but you seem to have got into the role even deeper." "It just seems to be the natural thing to do." "So have you thought about changing more permanently?" "No, I just thought I would carrying on with A levels and then see what happens next." "Fair point and we're not going to push you into anything either. Just take your time and explore your feelings. They will tell what's the right thing to do and we'll support you all the way." He held his hand out across the table and Sarah took it. He squeezed it gently and a tear came to her eye." "Thanks Dad, that's lovely. I really don't know what I want yet and its great knowing your both there." The next few weeks followed a similar pattern with Richard and Sarah going into work on Saturday and then having lunch together. Richard never raised the subject of Simon and Sarah again but Sarah felt comfortable that she could talk about it if she needed to. She was working on the plans one evening and had been looking at the areas the company in her case study had said they wished they had covered. Richard came in to her bedroom to see how see was progressing. "Hi ya princess, how's it going?" She looked around and smiled. She was always glad to see her Dad especially when he called her that. She was wearing a black dress, black tights and no shoes. "Dad I think I've cracked it, here let me show you." "That's great. I really think we're there now. I will start preparing the presentation to the board and run through it with you at the weekend. Are you around?" Richard said when she had finished. "Yes, I'll be here." It took the board nearly three weeks to make the decision since the final acceptance had to come from Group headquarters. Richard had to run through his presentation again for them. He arrived home late one evening and they could both see he had something important to say. "I got a call from the Chairman today and they have approved the plans," said Richard, "and they especially like the process we suggested for making sure it was implemented successfully which was all down to this lovely little lady." "Thanks Dad," said Sarah. "Yes and well done, darling," said Clair giving him a kiss. "The Chairman said they were really pleased," he continued, "and on top of all that they have offered me the job of Operation Director, none of which I could have done without the help of my two beautiful ladies." He reached in his pocket and pulled out two long boxes and handed one each to Clair and Sarah. "What's this," said Clair opening the box. She gasped when she saw the Pearl necklace. "Oh Richard, it's wonderful, but it's Sarah who's done all the work." Sarah waited and then opened her box. She went very quite and then a tear slipped down her cheek for inside was the most beautiful ladies watch she had ever seen. "Oh Daddy, thank you," She went around the table and gave him a big kiss. He hugged her in return. "My pleasure princess, you deserve it." "Now I haven't accepted the job yet because there is condition attached," continued Richard looking serious for a moment, "Part of the function initially is to set up the new factory over in Cambridge on the head office site which would mean we would have to move. Anyone mind that?" "No," said Clair, "I'm sure there will be lots of solicitor's offices in Cambridge; I'll pick up something easily enough. Anyway I was beginning to get fed up here; they are so behind the times it's untrue. But what about you Sarah, what will you do? I expect you'll be going off to Uni anyway." "Well I was thinking off have a gap year so I don't know what I'll be doing yet. She had been offered places at various universities just to be safe but wasn't expecting to take them up. "But who would be coming Simon or Sarah," asked Richard, "not that it would be a problem since no one would know you either way." "I don't know," she said "but I would like to come with you though." "I think now would be a good time to think about the future," said Clair. "Sarah has been around for about eighteen months and even when you're Simon I hardly notice the difference these days. This could be an opportunity to move things along and see what happens." "I don't understand, what do you mean?" said Sarah. "Well, I have noticed how you seem to enjoying being Sarah every chance you get so why don't we make it full time, for a while at least. I think its time you made your mind up, Simon or Sarah. At the moment you seem to be somewhere in between and its going nowhere." It was strange that she had used the same expression as Richard but they had not discussed the matter. Sarah understood now what she was saying. It was something she had been feeling herself but had never been able to put into words. "How about you become Sarah full time when we move, for a year, say and then we'll review things to see what you want to do for the future. Of course if you change your mind in the meantime and want to go back to being Simon that's fine but it'll confuse the hell out Richard." They all laughed. "Oh Mum that would be wonderful. Yes I want to do it, Dad can I? "I think it's already decided." They all hugged each other again. Richard arranged for the start date of his new job and the move to take place after Sarah had sat her A levels in mid June. She knew she would do well but concentrated on them just the same. They had found a house just outside of the centre to make it easier for Clair to get into town. The factory and office were on the outskirts of town in an industrial area so Richard would need to drive. It was a larger Victorian terrace house with a small garden and large rooms. Sarah loved hers' immediately. It had an enormous built in wardrobe and all the draws and shelves a young girl about town could want. The move went smoothly and they had been there about a week and were just starting to get straight. Clair found a job at a solicitor's in town but did not need to start for another week. They were just finishing their breakfast one morning after Richard had left for work. "Well young lady," said Clair, "You've been married to those jeans for about three weeks now; it's about time we found you something nicer to wear. How about hitting the shops this afternoon. Much as I love this house it would be nice to get out for a while." Sarah too had been busy and hadn't had time to wear her dresses or skirts since most of the time they were getting grubby moving boxes around and putting things away. In fact not much had changed since they had left Warwick and she was so used to Simon being around, for some of the time least, that she had forgotten the deal they had all made. "You're right; if I am going to be Sarah full time I ought to sort a few things out." They got ready after lunch and left the house to walk into town. They had been unpacking the last of the boxes and both were very dusty. Sarah showed and dressed quickly. It was a warm day so she decided to go bare legged. However they would be trying on clothes in the changing room so she thought she had better wear something a bit more functional rather than pretty including her panties. She didn't want anything to slip out especially if one of the assistants were to help out and get a bit to close. They spent the next couple of hours browsing the shops mostly for the first time. Neither had anything in particular to buy but Sarah did need to build up her supply of clothes ready for her new life. They were looking around one of the big department's stores when Clair mentioned she needed some tights. Sarah enjoyed looking at the various types of nylons admiring the different shades and styles. She would need quite a few pairs to replenish her stocks especially if she was going to find a job as well. She moved around the aisle and realised that the section she was in was a display of stockings. She picked up the packets noticing the different types and colours, lace-top, fine, patterned and many others. "They look nice," said Clair coming up behind her. "I've never really worn them before," replied Sarah. "Well they are nice in the summer, tights can be irritating at times when it's hot and of course men love them. That's something you will also have to think about by the way." "How do you mean?" asked Sarah. They gathered their purchases together and headed over to the tills. Sarah grabbed three pairs of fully fashioned stockings as she moved off although she was not sure what that meant. "Come on lets have a break and we'll talk about it over coffee." They left the department store and found a small coffee house just off the high street. It was late afternoon by now and just a few shop-weary stragglers were taking a final pit stop before heading home. They sat down and Sarah bit into a slice of chocolate gateaux which had screamed at her to pick it up as they ordered their cappuccinos and, of course, she couldn't refuse the demands of a close friend. "So here we are then and it looks like Sarah will be around for a while now, how are you feeling?" "Strange, these last few weeks have been busy and I've hardly thought about it. Coming out today was nice, relaxing in some ways even though we seem to have done a lot." Sarah looked at the bags scattered all over the floor. "It all feels good at the moment. Why do you ask?" "Well you're eighteen now and, even though it may sound odd in some ways, you're a very pretty girl," Sarah lowered her eyes and blushed, "and Richard certainly appreciates having a daughter around, you both seem to have grown closer over this last year." "I suppose we have especially working together on the project, Dad's really nice about all this. He was a good choice Mum," they both laughed. "I feel close to you as well though," added Sarah quickly, "and our odd trips out to the shops have been great. I remember when we first went out together like this after you holiday last year. It was fun being together and I could not have done any of this without your help." "Yes, you're right," agreed Clair, "I can't really imagine Simon being too keen on coming out shopping with me. There is something else I want to mention though, have you thought about boys? It's something you have to face since there will be some that will find you very attractive and will ask you out on a date. I presume you are interested in boys and Simon isn't lurking around in there somewhere making things complicated?" Sarah laughed, "No it's all OK, I am attracted to boys I know that. I did have a few girlfriends years ago when I was Simon but nothing came of it. It just never felt right although we all got on fine as friends." "What about boyfriends?" asked Clair. Sarah went quite for a moment not sure how much to tell Clair about Ben, if anything. "Well there was a boy but he moved away, I don't know if you remember, his name was Ben," Clair nodded, "we spent the week-end at his sister house in Stratford once looking after her dogs while she and her husband were away. I suppose that was when Sarah was really born. He was very nice and very understanding." Clair nodded and continued listening. "That's it really. I became Sarah and we went out a couple of times, and stayed in as well but nothing ...er serious happened, before you ask." Sarah smiled guessing what her Mother might be thinking. "I wasn't going to; you were old enough to make you own decisions in any case. The point is, like I said, you're going to have think about what sort of social life you want to have here unless you are planning to become a monk, or rather a num," they both laughed again, "still I must say black does suit you." "Yes, I know what you are saying but I really haven't thought about it." "The same problem could arise with a girlfriend as well. At what stage would you tell her if at all. It's something to think about especially if you became really good friends." "Hmmmm I hadn't thought of that either. What should I do?" asked Sarah. "The important thing, especially where boys are concerned, is to be careful," Clair held out her hand and Sarah took it squeezing her Mother fingers gently, "you have made a choice, for now anyway, that many wouldn't dream of making and there may be some difficult times ahead. We don't want to see you get hurt." "Thanks Mum. I don't know what I will do yet maybe I'll just play it by ear for a while and see what happens but I will be careful, promise." Clair smiled however Sarah could not see the concern behind those tough lips. That evening Clair decided it was time to christen their new dining room properly and cooked a three course meal packing Richard and Sarah off to get changed. She had decided it was to be a celebration both for the house and for Sarah. Sarah was pleased she would get the chance to try her new little black dress they had found in a small shop just before they came home. She showered quickly and prepared her make up, she could hardly wait to pull the new dress on. She looked in the draw for a black underwear set and then searched for a black suspender belt for the stockings she had bought. Tonight she would really go to town. She opened the packet and was delighted at how fine and light they were. She had chosen a colour called Illusion which was almost transparent but with the slightest hint of suntan. They felt wonderful as she pulled one over her hand as she did so often with her tights. She slipped her toe in the stocking and gently pulled it all the way up her leg and clipped on the two black suspender buttons. She quickly pulled on the other stocking and clipped it in the same way and then stood up to admire her legs in the large wall mirror Richard had put up for her. The reflection was beautiful and very sexy. The feel of the stocking as they rubbed up against each other was thrilling, something she had never experienced before and the tautness of the elastic suspenders as she walked around the room was breathtaking. She unwrapped the dress and stepped into it pulling it up over her slim hips and onto her shoulders slightly struggling with the zip and not being able to manage the clip at all. Clair would have to help with that she thought. She found some black high heels in the bottom of the wardrobe and eased them over her petite toes and onto her heels. They fitted snugly and gave her legs an even better shape she noticed. A swift spay of her favourite perfume and she was ready to go down and help Clair with the dinner. Just as she shut the door of her room Richard came out of the main bedroom. "Oh my God," his face was frozen, "you look absolutely gorgeous." "Thanks Dad, can you just help me with this clip." She turned her back and leaned forward. She felt his strong fingers grip the top of the dress and heard the clip engage. "There, just perfect now." She turned just as he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. She hugged him hard. "What was that for?" he asked but not objecting. "Just wanted to say how much I love you and thanks." "My pleasure princess," he said stepping back and taking her hand, "it's all my pleasure. Come on let's go down." Clair had done wonders in the short time available and had also managed to get changed as well. She didn't exactly outshine her daughter but Richard would have had a problem choosing. Luckily neither of them were cruel enough to make him. He knew he would have fun later in any case helping one of his lovely ladies to get out of the clothes she had recently put on. As Clair dished up the first course and sat down Richard poured the wine. "Well here's to Sarah, welcome and it's good to have you around," said Richard raising his glass and smiling at Sarah. "Cheers," echoed Clair, "and good luck." Sarah smiled thinking how perfect everything was. Surely nothing could possibly go wrong. Chapter 5 - Sarah and Andy "So how was your meeting today?" asked Clair one evening not long after their first dinner together in the new dining room. "Fine," replied Richard, "one Chamber of Commerce is much like another but they seem a little more switched-on here than Warwickshire did. By the way as it was my first meeting I got talking to the chap who runs the finances and he said that he was looking for a temporary office manager at his company. I mentioned that you were looking for something and he suggested you ring his son Andy," Richard continued and turning to Sarah. She had finally made her mind up to take a year out from university and had started looking for a job but had not found anything so far. They had been in Cambridge for about a month and had begun to settle in well although a flash of panic crossed Sarah's face at the thought of actually going for a job interview. Clair noticed her anguish and squeezed her hand across the table. "Don't worry you're doing fine," she smiled and Sarah relaxed again. "and I'll help in anyway I can of course." She had already done so much to help create the person that was now Sarah but she still needed occasional reassurance. "Ok dad, what do they do?" "They run some sort of home based care service for the elderly and sick. They have loads of staff on their books and it takes a fair bit of organising. I told him about your A level results and the work you did helping me with the reorganisation and he seemed impressed. Andy pretty much runs the business now so you need to arrange an interview with him. Robert said he would tell him to expect a call tomorrow." "Thanks dad," said Sarah getting up to take out the empty plate and kissing Richard on the way to the kitchen. Clair smiled and Richard was curious. "Oh nothing really, it's just that Simon would never have dreamed of taking out the plates. Sarah is quite a different personality." Richard smiled back. "She's a lovely girl," he said as she returned to the table with a freshly made lemon meringue pie. She rang the following day and agreed to see Andy the day after at eleven o'clock. Clare thought that would be ample time to look her best and Chesterton, where the office was located, was not far by car. Clair had arranged to go in late the following morning so that she could help Sarah to prepare. "Have a shower, get dressed then come to my room and we'll make a start. You need to wash your hair as well. Have you been using conditioner with your shampoo?" "No, I've never given it a thought." "Well you ought to; it will soften the hair and make it easier to style. Use mine, it's in the bathroom cabinet." Sarah returned to her room to dry off and get dressed. She had recently enjoyed dressing a lot more now that she had a much better choice of clothes to wear. Sarah and Clair had enjoyed themselves too over the last few weeks going shopping at almost every opportunity. Sarah chose a dark blue medium length dress with long sleeves that looked professional and was just right for the interview. She looked through her newly created underwear draw and found an unopened pair of ten denier tights. They were labelled 'suntan' and looked very sheer, almost transparent. The feel of then was fantastic as always. She pulled on a black, full length slip but left the dress until after Clair had finished her makeup. Her shoes were also black and she checked her figure in the mirror before going in to Clair's room. Her hair was still wrapped in a towel but, once again she was pleased with the result. "Everything alright?" asked Clair. "Yes, ready to go." "Good, sit in front of the mirror and I'll do you hair first and then your make-up. Are you nervous?" "Yes, a bit. It's one thing going out but talking to people close up..." her voice faded away and she became thoughtful. "Believe me no one will guess the truth by looking at you or listening. We noticed how you weren't... boyish soon after you were born," Clair began to explain, "and you were always being taken for a girl, partly because we never gave you the tradition blue romper suits I suppose. It never mattered though; we loved you for what you were, and what you have become - a lovely caring and thoughtful person. The rest doesn't matter just so long as you're happy and if you don't like things as they are well... then change them." Sarah continued listening and thinking. "I thought a pony tail would look nice with a couple of loose strands. Clair began to put some curlers in but just around the fringe. "So you don't think I'm strange then?" "Of course not darling. Gender is such a complicated thing and people try to make out that it's so black & white. Everyone has a feminine and a masculine side and for some it's just a bit stronger that's all. It's really not that important compared to how you behave and what you do." She switched the hair dryer which meant they fell silent for a while. When it was dry she brushed out the hair and found a pink, elasticated tie which she pulled the hair through brushing out the two curls running down on either side of Sarah's forehead. She then made a start on the makeup. Sarah watched intently as Clair worked with swift fingers. She hoped she would be as skilled. Clair laughed and told her that she would be after years of practice. Neither realised the assumption left hanging that statement. She had decided that pink was to be the theme which matched Sarah pink nail and toe varnish she had applied the night before. "There, what do you think?" "Oh Mum, I look wonderful, thank you," A tear welled up in Sarah's eyes as she hugged her mother. "Go and get into your dress and I'll help zip it up." The drive out to Chesterton didn't take long; she arrived about ten minutes early and asked to see Andy. "Hi, I'm Julie the Office Manager, Andy mentioned you were coming in, I'll check if he's free." She got up and went to an office at the rear of the open plan area and Sarah immediately saw why the temporary job was available. Julie was very obviously pregnant, about seven months Sarah guessed. "Come on in," said Julie from the door of the office, "he's free now." Sarah walked in and was immediately knocked out. Andy Walton looked about twenty two with his very sharp suit adding a few more years to the image. He was just over six foot with thick curly hair but well groomed and a recent, expensive looking tan. His face was long and slender and his smile lit up his whole face. "Are you OK, please sit down?" asked Andy looking concerned. Sarah came back down from the moon and sat in the chair opposite his desk. There was a good chance she would have collapsed if she had not fallen in to the chair at that point. Boy is he a looker she though gradually composing herself once again. "Coffee?" "Yes please, white no sugar," that will also help calm me down a bit at least, thought Sarah. "Thanks for coming in although it looks like our Father's have organised our lives for us well enough," said Andy with another big smile. Sarah loved the way his eyes sparkled whenever he smiled. She smiled in return. "Let me tell you about the job. I expect you've already guessed why there's a vacancy," Andy looked towards the door which was now closed, "Julie has decided to take a while longer before returning to work after the baby is born and will probably come back after the Summer next year, which suits you, I guess, as your going to Uni?" Sarah nodded and told Andy her plans and the results from her A levels exams. She also explained what she had been doing with Richard and the re-organisation. "Well, that sounds pretty good to me," said Andy when she had finished, "I am sure you'll be fine here in that case. Let me tell you about what's involved. Although most of it is straight forward office management I also need someone who will act as mine and Dad's PA. Would that be OK?" Sarah nodded once again. So she'll be working closely with Andy, even better. "...and one more thing. Your first job will be to help me arrange a stand we are having at the Local Council Suppliers Conference in Manchester in three weeks time. I will be speaking this year so you will have to look after the stand when I am on the platform. It will mean stopping over at the hotel for a couple of nights as well. I know it sounds a bit sudden but it would be great if you could help with that as well." Sarah could hardly take it all in. Not only was she being offered the job but was being invited away overnight with this gorgeous hunk of a man. How quickly can you say yes to a dream come true? "Er... Yes that seems Ok. I have nothing planned and the job sounds great,