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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 29, The End?) ********************************************************************* This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ********************************************************************* Readers who have been following this story have noted that I said the story was currently twenty-six chapters long and that I suggested reading previous chapters before proceeding. I was quite aware that, as I did re-writes of Chapters One through Twenty-six, I was still formulating a suitable conclusion to the story. That's why I used the word, "currently". The reason for the lengthy delay in posting additional chapters has been due to a combination of real life work obligations keeping me from writing and my re-working the ending and drafting what I consider to be a suitable conclusion. I am now ready to bring this to a conclusion, so thank you for your patience as I worked this out in my mind. Needless to say, the story will not conclude with Chapter Twenty-six. Chapter Twenty-nine - The End Early Monday morning I awoke with butterflies fluttering around inside my tummy that rivaled any I'd ever experienced. Debbie, looking angelic, slept peacefully on her side of the bed. I wasn't fooled however. Recent experience had proven she was anything but an angel. Still, a quiver of excitement ran down my spine as I briefly reflected that I might someday walk down the aisle as her bride. Putting my fear and anxiety aside, I got out of bed to prepare for work. I wanted to look my very best on my first day in the office en femme. After a long, hot shower, during which I washed my hair and shaved my legs and underarms so that I was as smooth as possible, I rubbed bath oil onto my skin, luxuriating in the soft afterglow of the lubricant. My skin was softer than it had ever been. It was early morning, so I decided to change my nail color. I didn't want anything too flashy, so I removed the red I wore and replaced it with a soft pink polish. Once my nails dried, I applied my makeup. Wanting to ensure that it was absolutely perfect, I took extra time. I wanted to look sexy and alluring - but not slutty. Once satisfied with my face, I went into the bedroom to put on the outfit Debbie and I had decided upon the night before. I slid the white lace panties that matched the bra I was going to wear up my legs and nestled my clitty between my thighs. After pulling on a pair of tan pantyhose, I put on the navy blue skirt, which fit, snugly at my waist. I looked at my image and thought that the selection of a sheer, cream blouse, through which you could see my lace bra, was the prefect combination of revealing and conservative. After all, what was the point in being a woman if you couldn't use your sex appeal to your advantage? My huge breasts would always be a focal point of any outfit I wore. They simply could not be contained. I stepped into my conservative heels and then began adorning myself with jewelry. I slipped my long, dark black wig over my head and fluffed up the wavy hair. As it fell over my shoulders I was pleased with the image before me. From behind me I heard a whistle. "Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm," Debbie voiced her approval. "I don't know if I should let you go out of here looking like that honey. Some man at your firm is going to steal you away from me before I ever get you down the aisle." Turning slowly for effect, I faced my sleepy-eyed wife, placed my hands akimbo at my hips, and teased back, "Are you jealous of moi?" "Maybe a little," she answered. "Hmph!" I retorted. "I thought we were going to have a more open marriage from now on?" Debbie laughed. "I meant for me sweetie! Not for you!" She laughed louder. I couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. I feared there might be an element of truth in her statement. "I don't think you have anything to worry about. I expect everyone will be on their best behavior today." "Right!" she declared sarcastically. "Don't forget Lee Anne. You're dealing with men! I just hope they don't make you pull a train on your first day back," she added, referring to the night my partners first found out I had been feminized. I didn't respond to her comment. The mention of what I'd done to secure the partnership offer made me feel embarrassed and uncomfortable. One of my fears about going back to the office was precisely the thing Debbie had just teased me about. I wanted to be taken seriously and treated as an equal. But I was not an equal of my partners. They were all men, while I was now only a man between my legs and, to some extent, still partially inside of my head. Debbie appeared to read my mind. "Honey," she said. "Come here," she beckoned me to her. I walked to the side of her bed. She took my hand and looked into my eyes. "Don't worry," she said. "Everything is going to be fine. Just go with the flow and show them you mean to be a team player and they will accept you. And don't forget, you'll have Carla there as an ally." "I suppose," I said. "But I am nervous. I can't wait to get this first day behind me." "You'll be fine. And you look fantastic," she told me as she let her hand drift across the back of my skirt. "You have nothing to worry about." As Debbie was reassuring me, Mimi knocked on our door. "Come in," Debbie said cheerfully. As Mimi entered our bedroom she immediately complimented me on my outfit. Meanwhile, she immediately made my jaw drop when I saw how she was dressed. She wore a tight latex maid outfit that was ultra short. The skirt was so tight that it could not conceal her huge schlong. In fact, it accentuated it. She wore six-inch high heels, thus forcing her sensuous ass to stick out behind her as she walked. The first thought that entered my mind was that there was no way Debbie would be keeping her hands off of Mimi while I was at work. Until that moment, I'd managed to avoid thinking about what Debbie would be doing all day. Seeing Mimi dressed the way she was, it hit me. Debbie and Mimi were going to be fucking all day while I was trying to re-establish myself as an attorney to be taken seriously and not simply as a sex object. Turning her attention to Debbie, Mimi said, "Good morning Mistress Debbie. Would you like your breakfast by the pool? Or, shall I serve it to you in bed?" Debbie did not immediately respond to Mimi's inquiry. Like me, she was staring at the outline of Mimi's cock. At a rare loss for words, her eyes huge as they continued to devour Mimi's cock, Debbie finally replied, "I, ah, I think I'd like you to service me, I mean, serve me in bed if you don't mind Mimi dear." She smiled her wicked smile at her slip of the tongue "Very well Mistress," she curtsied. "That will be my utmost pleasure." She smiled just as wickedly in return. Addressing me, Mimi said, "I have your breakfast ready downstairs Miss Lee Anne." She then turned gracefully in her heels and sashayed out of our room. Debbie and I exchanged glances as we conveyed, without speaking, what each of us was thinking. Intent to avoid a discussion, Debbie pulled me to her and gave me quick kiss on the cheek. "You better be going honey. I'm sure you'll have a lot of work to catch up on once you get in the office." She seemed anxious for me to leave. "Right," I answered, suddenly wishing I could stay home. "I'm certain that you are correct. Well! Wish me luck!" "Luck!" she cooed. "I think I'll get a quick shower before breakfast," she said as she swung her sexy legs out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom as I left to face my first day in the work world as a woman. As I entered the kitchen, Mimi was bending over at the waist, picking up a dishrag from the floor. Her short, tight, latex skirt was hiked up the back of her thighs to the point that I could see that she wore no panties. If I didn't know better (and I didn't) I would have thought she were intentionally flaunting her sexiness in my face as her way of demonstrating to me that she intended to establish her position as Debbie's sex object. I cleared my throat to get her attention. She quickly stood and turned. "Miss Lee Anne," she said. "Your breakfast is on the dining room table. I'll bring you some hot coffee. I've left the newspaper opened for you as well." She may have been a sex object, but she was also a very efficient maid. I couldn't complain about that part. "Thank you Mimi," I answered as I went to eat. Mimi had prepared fresh fruit and bran muffins for breakfast. Very healthy and good for the figure. She poured a cup of coffee for me and then added cream and sugar in the precise quantities that I liked. After curtsying, she swung around and swished her ass all of the way into the kitchen. I felt a bit guilty for my jealousy toward Debbie. After all, Mimi turned me on as well. Upon finishing my breakfast, I grabbed my new feminine styled briefcase and headed out to my car. I knew it was silly to worry about, but I was concerned at the reaction of my neighbors as they saw me going about the routine that used to belong to Lee. They had to be talking already about the fact that Lee was never anywhere to be seen. Would they think I'd become a transsexual? Would they even realize it was I? Who knew? But there was nothing to be done about it in any event. Given my DD's, I really had no choice. I swung my legs into my car in the ladylike way I'd seen other women do so many times before. Instinctively, I checked my lipstick in my rearview mirror, put the car in reverse, and backed out of my driveway. I relaxed as I drove to work. I was relieved to find that I still took pleasure from the quiet time I had while driving to work. After parking in the garage, I exited to enter my law office for the first time as a fully functioning partner. I held my head up and joined the throng of workers scurrying about the start of a new workday. The traffic noise and people bustling about was a stark contrast to the quiet solitude I'd experienced on St. Thomas. I found the hustle and bustle comforting. I noticed a few of the secretaries that worked for my firm as I entered the building. They didn't even look twice at me. At first, I thought it was odd that they'd ignore me. Then, it hit me. They didn't recognize me. I was just another woman to them. I entered a nearly full elevator and saw some of them mixed in with the crowd heading to other floors in our building. Our firm occupied the top two floors. By the time we reached the top levels, only four of us remained - three secretaries and I. I noticed them glance at each other with questioning eyes. They were clearly attempting to figure out who I might be. I smiled at them as the doors opened and we all stepped out together. Calling them by name, I said good morning. None of them replied, as they were obviously confused as to how I knew them. Finally, I said, "It's me. Lee. Er. Lee Anne." They gasped simultaneously. One of them, Sherry, spoke first. "Oh my God! It's amazing. They said you'd had a sex change. I had no idea. Lee. I mean, Lee Anne! You look incredible. You are beautiful!" Turning to the others she said, "Can ya'll believe this?" The others agreed that it was unbelievable. I told them I appreciated their compliments and that I hoped they'd be able to accept me. I promised them that I was still going to be the same kind of lawyer and that they shouldn't feel uncomfortable with me. They assured me that they were fine with it. In fact, they even said that they'd love it if I joined them after work for a few of their hen sessions. I told them that sounded nice and then headed to my office for the first time in several weeks. Carla was already at her desk working. She'd now been back for a week without me even being here. I figured she was probably bored from too little work to do. As I walked up I said, "Good morning Carla!" Carla stood and greeted me. "Good morning Lee Anne. Welcome back! Wow! You look fabulous!" "Thank you Carla!" I replied enthusiastically. Seeing her brightened my outlook immediately. She looked really good too. She wore a tight grey sweater and a short black mini-skirt. Her legs were smooth and shiny. She had her long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail at the top of head. Carla had never looked so cheery and happy. Carla told me she'd meet me in my office to go over my schedule right after she got me a cup of coffee. As I entered my office, I was thrown by the complete overhaul that had taken place while I was away. No longer the office of a male attorney, the firm decorator had spared no expense in turning the suite into an entirely feminine haven. I was standing in awe at the revisions done to my workspace when Carla came in behind me with two cups of coffee. She closed the door behind her. She handed me my coffee and took a seat in front of my new desk. "So!" she exclaimed. "What do you think?" "I can't believe it!" I replied. "It is lovely! I think I like it," I said grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah," Carla agreed. "I like it too. It fits the new you to a T." Carla seemed to be making herself comfortable. Since she'd brought herself coffee, had closed the door, and taken a seat, I deduced that she had some things on her mind. Her beautiful legs were fully exposed beneath her mini-skirt. As I sat in my chair, I caught a brief glance between her thighs. Her white panties were visible. Carla started off by telling me that I had a fairly light day for my first day back. I had a few of my regular clients in the morning. She'd organized the files and phone messages that I needed to attend to on my desk in order of importance with a short note explaining what needed to be done. She explained that a partner's meeting was scheduled for right after lunch. The agenda was on the corner of my desk. This would be my first partner's meeting. My stomach tightened at the thought of how things would go. Once she'd gotten past the business portion of our morning briefing, Carla paused, sipped her coffee, and smiled playfully at me. As if trying to read my mind, she sat silently watching me, taking in my new persona. I was a bit amused at the way she was perusing me. Finally, after several minutes of silence, Carla asked, "How are you Lee Anne? Are you alright?" I considered her question. She was obviously asking me for more than a statement of my general well being. Carla wanted to know something far more intimate than that. Since I was actually unsure as to how I was, I didn't really know what to say. I told her that I supposed that I was fine, but that only time would really tell. "Why do you ask?" I inquired back. She switched one leg over the other, giving me another clear shot of her panties. My clitty twitched in response. There was no way around it. I was always going to be turned on by Carla. "The truth?" she asked. "Sure," I replied. "Why not? The truth." "Okay!" she stated. "Here goes! I worry about you Lee Anne. I know that you know that I was aware of what Regina Rae and Debbie had in mind for you. I admit it. And I know it may not have seemed like it at the time, but I worried a lot about how far we were taking things and how what we did would affect you. To a certain extent, I didn't do or say anything because you seemed so willing. But still, I was concerned. I was never fooled into thinking that the transition to a woman would be easy for you. And as for you returning to the firm - well, let's just say that I still have my doubts about whether you'll truly be accepted." Carla was dead serious as she talked. I was transfixed upon her words. I wondered where she was going with what she was saying. Continuing, she said, "I don't want to complicate things for you Lee Anne, especially after this past week and all that happened. I mean, that thing about your father being a cross-dresser and all is pretty wild if you ask me. And I meant what I said about the wedding too. If you decide that is what you want, I'll support you one hundred percent. And I'll even throw the bachelorette bachelor party for you like I said I would. But, and here's what I'm really trying to get at - is that what you really want? Are you sure that you can live a meaningful life in that role? What do you think Debbie is doing right now? This minute? Do you even want to say it out loud?" I was locked in now. What was she saying? Hell! I knew what she was saying. She was saying what I was thinking. Debbie was probably laying spread eagled on our bed right now with Mimi's huge cock shoved up her cunt. I wasn't stupid. Debbie had changed over the past six weeks. She had developed an insatiable hunger for sex. She was never going to be satisfied with just me. Sure! She'd go through with a wedding if I were going to be her bride. It would be another step toward her completely shifting our roles - with her clearly established as the dominant personality. Still, I couldn't say it, so I shook my head in response to Carla's question. "Then I'll say it for you Lee Anne," Carla snapped, perplexed that I was too weak to face the truth. "She's getting fucked by your maid. Either that, or sucking her cock. Right?" she asked. When I said nothing, Carla plodded on. "Right! Well, I don't know about you, but I think you deserve better than that. I should have stood up for you a long time ago and I'm pissed at myself for not doing so, but I think Debbie owes you a bit more than a wedding for all that you've done for her. Did you know that she was the one who really wanted to see you feminized?" I gulped. This was not what I'd expected to face immediately upon entering my office. Carla was hitting me with a heavy dose of reality. I shook my head no in response to her question. I'd been unwilling to consider that possibility. "Well, it's true. Regina Rae may have suggested it. But for her, it was just sport. She's had such an easy life that she looks for ways to entertain herself. Feminizing men just happens to be the thing she likes to do. And guess what? She's already over you and looking for someone else. But Debbie! Debbie is another story. She was tired of feeling ignored by you. You were so into your career that she felt you took her for granted. Once Regina Rae exposed her to a different form of sexual excitement, Debbie was a changed woman. She wants to control you completely. She wants to own you Lee Anne. And all the while, you'll continue to work and provide for her. Meanwhile, she'll be fucking anyone she chooses. And right in your face if she wants to. That is," she paused for effect, "if you let her." I was stunned at the things Carla was saying to me. I couldn't recall seeing her this intense about anything before. Plus, I didn't want to believe what she was saying about my wife. And yet, I was in no position to argue. Her words rang true. Carla stopped for a moment to let her words sink in. She sipped her coffee and took a deep breath. I waited silently for her to continue, or to determine if she'd said what she wanted to say. She finally spoke again. "Is that what you want Lee Anne? Is that how you want to live your life?" she asked imploringly. I shook my head and sighed deeply. "Jeez Carla!" I began. "I had no idea you felt this way. You know - this entire thing has been a whirlwind for me. I've been dragged along dazed and confused most of the way. I can't tell you how many times I've wished that I could turn back the clock and do things differently. The problem is, only in movies do you get to record alternate endings. I'm kind of stuck now that I've got these huge boobs," I exclaimed as I motioned toward my breasts. "And yet, having said that, I think I mostly like who I've become. Don't get me wrong. I'm embarrassed by a lot of it. For example, I have no idea how I'm going to face my partners today after what happened the last time we were together. I can't imagine them ever respecting me again. But what you said about Debbie. That confounds me. I can't believe that my wife was the one who was really behind the whole thing. I've thought all along that it was Regina Rae who was controlling everyone and that Debbie was pulled along as much as I was." Carla interrupted me, "Oh, don't get me wrong Lee Anne. Regina Rae was in charge of nearly everything that happened. She did all of the scheming that trapped you. What I'm saying is that once the ball was rolling, Debbie was as into it as Regina Rae. Believe me, she eagerly embraced everything Regina Rae suggested." "That's what I don't get Carla," I replied. "If Debbie was upset with me paying too little attention to her, why not simply shock me, but leave me capable of returning to being her husband? Why permit me to irrevocably become a woman - at least to outward appearances?" "I can't explain that Lee Anne. You'd have to ask her. Although I doubt you'd get an honest answer from her right now. I don't think she even knows for certain what happened to her. I only know that she has changed. And I'm positive that your relationship with her will never be one of equal partners, regardless of your sexual orientation. And that is part of what worries me. Especially since I love you. And always have." Carla's last words stunned me. What was she saying? Carla loved me? She wasn't simply saying she cared about me. Or that she was concerned for me. She loved me! I didn't know what to say. I had the distinct impression that she was making a proposition to me. "Carla," I sighed. "I don't know what to say. I mean, what are you saying? Are you saying that you want to be with me? That I should leave Debbie for you? Is that what you're saying?" "No," she declared emphatically. "At least, not entirely. To the part about me wanting to be with you? Yes. I am saying that. I love you unconditionally and I'd love for us to be equal partners in a relationship. But I'm not saying you should leave Debbie for me. That's up to you to decide. But no matter what you decide to do, I want you to know that I want to do whatever I can to help you and to be there for you. If you decide to stay with Debbie on her terms, I'll always stay right here with you and be your closest confidant. I'll even be your bridesmaid at your wedding," she smiled warmly. "Mostly though, what I'm saying is that I want you to carefully consider your future and to let the part of you that made Lee special to me, be a part of Lee Anne." I stood behind my desk. After everything that had happened to me, I couldn't believe that there was still a person in my life who seemed to care about me for the sake of me. Walking around to Carla, I took her hand, drawing her to me. We hugged, squeezing each other gently, yet firmly. Her sweet perfume was intoxicating. At that moment, I wanted desperately to make love to her. Intuitively, I believed what she said to be true. And yet, I couldn't seem to let go of Debbie. What was it that connected me so strongly to her that I would let her treat me as she had? Touching Carla on the cheek, I kissed her softly on the forehead. She was crying silent tears. "Carla," I began. "I don't know what to say to you? I fear you may be right about Debbie. I have no idea what the future will be like for us if I stay. But somehow, I don't know if I can ever leave her. We've been together for so long. She's the only girl I ever cared for growing up. There has never been another for me, until the past six weeks. And as wacky as it may all seem, especially after everything we've all done over the past six weeks, I feel like I'd be walking out on her if I left her. I know that doesn't even make sense. But it is how I feel. Do you understand?" I asked. Carla shook her head obstinately and said, "No. I don't. How could you feel that way when I love you so?" I smiled. "And I love you too. Truly. I do love you. But I married Debbie until death do us part. I don't know that I could walk away, no matter what she did. I guess what I'm saying is, you're right. I do need to let Lee back into who I am becoming. There is something about me that has been missing. I need to be honest with myself and everyone else - including Debbie. In other words, I can't just let Debbie call the shots without me speaking my mind. She and I need an honesty session where we figure out what each of us wants out of life. And as for me, the one thing you've helped me see is that I need to have a committed, loving relationship with my spouse. Can you give me some time Carla?" She smiled at me. "I suppose I don't have a choice do I?" she replied poutily. "I could never love anyone the way I love you. I'd wait forever if you asked." My God! I had no idea the strength of her feelings for me for so intense. Carla was more special than I'd ever imagined. Did she deserve me? Or, to put it more correctly, did I deserve her? Any man or woman would be lucky to have her. I kissed her tenderly on the mouth. I probably shouldn't have. She kissed me back. Before we knew it, we were locked in a passionate and sensuous exchange. I knew it was wrong at the time. She seemed so vulnerable. But I couldn't resist her. Carla had such a special attraction for me. My hands were all over her and hers all over me. I pulled her mini-skirt up to her waist and dug my hands inside of her panties, rubbing her furry bush. Carla began unbuttoning my blouse. After removing my blouse, she frantically pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. She had on a sheer white bra that revealed her excited and erect nipples. Carla reached behind me and deftly unhooked and unzipped my skirt and pulled it down. Frustrating that I was wearing pantyhose, she went to her knees and began pulling them down. My clitty was nearly ready to burst with anticipation. I stepped out of my heels as Carla removed my hose. She then pulled my panties down from around my waist, releasing my dick to her wanton desire. Carla attacked me with a vengeance. She kissed my throbbing member over and over, licking me as she worshiped her prize. Taking me in her mouth, she moaned her satisfaction at having her way with me. After sucking me for several glorious minutes, she stood to kiss me again. I groped at her ass and rubbed her cunt outside of her wet panties. After another feverish kiss, I turned her to my desk and bent her over it. After pulling her panties to her ankles, I spread her legs and pressed my swollen rod between them. Carla urged me inside of her love nest. As I impaled her she groaned and sighed. "Yes Lee Anne!" she pleaded. "Take me! Take me! Fill me with your seed! Oh Lee Anne!" she cried out. "I love you so much! Please! Take me now!" I fucked her as hard as I'd ever fucked anyone. Carla looked back over her shoulder at me as I drove deep within her, pounding her against the desk. Each time I drove my cock inside of her snatch, she squeezed me and massaged my meat. With one final violent insertion, I began ejaculating inside of her pussy. Leaning over her back, my huge boobs rubbing against her, I confessed my love to Carla. I did love her. What? Oh what was I going to do? I couldn't hurt this woman who so clearly wanted to devote herself to me. But I was a married man! No! Wait! I wasn't a man! Not really! Not anymore! What was I then? I had to figure that part out. Carla and I remained bent over my desk as we caught our breath. After several minutes, my softened cock began to involuntarily slip out of her silky sheath. What happened next she didn't need to ask. I turned her around, fell to my knees, and began cleaning her out. I couldn't let her walk out of my office with sperm dripping down her legs. Carla began moving her muff against my mouth as I licked and sucked her. She was going to have another orgasm. "Mamma Lee Anne!" she exclaimed. "I love the way you love me honey," she sighed as she began bucking her pussy at my mouth, ejaculating girl cream into my mouth to mix with my own sperm. "Please tell me you'll be with me," she pleaded. "We are meant for each other!" I said nothing. I was too engrossed in the act of swallowing our love juice. Continuing my effort to clean her out, I stuck my tongue deep within her pussy and swirled it around and around. Satisfied that all of our ejaculate had been removed from her pussy, I stood up and kissed her one final time, coating her mouth with our sweetness. "Carla," I began, attempting to respond to her plea, "I know you are right. We are meant for each other. I feel it too! But I have to do this right. I have to face Debbie and see how she reacts. Give me time. Please? Will you do that?" "Sure Lee Anne," she whispered in my ear. "I'll be right here waiting. I love you." "You too," I assured her. We broke our embrace and looked around for the missing pieces of our outfits. We giggled as we put ourselves back together. I opened my purse and fixed my makeup in the gold leaf mirror that now adorned my wall. "How do I look?" I asked Carla. "Scrumptious!" she grinned. "Hey!" I said. "We've got some work to do. Let's chill for a while. "Oh! All right!" she pouted as she turned to leave. At the door she turned, blew me a kiss, and mouthed, "I love you." I smiled to myself as she left and then set about going through my files and responding to phone messages. As I did, one in particular caught my attention. It was a message from Elizabeth Morgan, the attorney who had represented Chad Spencer in his divorce from Regina Rae. The message block had only one word written in it - "Personal". My curiosity was piqued. I quickly dialed her number. A receptionist answered, "Elizabeth Morgan, attorney and counselor at law. May I help you?" I asked to speak with Ms. Morgan. "May I ask who is calling?" the cheery receptionist asked. "Lee Montgomery," I replied in my male voice, which sounded strange to me now. "Yes Mr. Montgomery," she said. "I'll let Ms. Morgan know you are on the line." It wasn't a second before Elizabeth was on the line. "Lee Anne!" she exclaimed, referring to me by my femme name. I wondered how she knew about that. Had the word spread through the legal community that fast? "Thank you so much for calling me back. How are you?" she asked. "I hope you had a good time on your trip. I heard you went to the Caribbean. Was it wonderful? I just love the islands." In addition to her obvious knowledge about my feminization, I was taken aback by her friendly and personal tone. She'd seemed rather stern and intimidating to me when I'd met her during the settlement signing. "The trip was wonderful Elizabeth. Thank you for asking. What is it that you want with me? There isn't a problem with the final order I sent on Chad and Regina Rae's case, is there?" "Oh no!" she assured me. "Everything is perfect. Just the way we agreed. No. I'm calling for another reason. I was wondering... I'd prefer to discuss this in person. Are you free for lunch today?" My curiosity sufficiently aroused, I couldn't decline. "As a matter of fact, I have no plans for lunch. I do have a partner's meeting after lunch, but I could meet you. Where?" "There's a lovely grill across from PacBell Park called, 'Sydney's'. Can you meet me there at noon?" I glanced at my watch and realized that I'd have to leave right away to make it, but I thought I could manage. "Sure," I replied. "I'll leave right now and see you there. But Elizabeth, I have a question." "Yes?" she answered. "How did you know to call me Lee Anne?" "I'll explain at lunch," she answered. "Okay? I have to run too. I'll see you there." "Okay," I said and hung up. I sat at my desk for a few moments, considering what Elizabeth Morgan could possibly want to discuss with me that had to be in person, and had nothing to do with the case we'd just handled. I couldn't think of anything. There was only one way to find out. I stood up, grabbed my purse, and headed out the door. I approached Carla to let her know I was going out. As she looked up from her work she asked, "Going out to lunch?" "Yes," I answered. "I am. You'll never guess with whom though." "Really?!" she said, her voice laced with intrigue. "Who then? Tell me!" "Elizabeth Morgan," I informed her. Her mouth dropped open. "You're kidding!" she exclaimed. "Is that what she wanted? I saw she'd called. Hmmmm. That's very interesting." "And she knows I'm Lee Anne now too," I added. "I wonder what she wants?" Carla seemed as curious as I felt. "I don't know," I told her. "But she would only discuss it in person and she seemed anxious. I think she's been waiting for me to get back so I could call her." Carla shook her head. "Boy! What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall!" "Don't worry," I told her. "I'll fill you in later. I have to hurry to meet her on time. Will you call the doormen and ask them to hail me a cab? I want one to be waiting when I get downstairs. See ya later," I said as a waved bye and walked hurriedly down the hall to the elevator. A cab was waiting by the curb. The doorman looked at me funny when I asked him if that was my cab. "Are you Ms. Montgomery?" he asked. "Yes, I am," I replied. "Thanks so much for your help." I handed him a five-dollar bill. "You're quite welcome ma'am," he said as he held the door for me, ogling my legs as I swung them inside. I gave the cabbie my destination and sat back to try to gather myself and catch my breath. I was nervous. What in the world could Elizabeth Morgan want to talk to me about? Without thinking, I opened my purse, withdrew my compact, and checked my makeup. It looked fine. I refreshed my lipstick anyway. The cab navigated the busy mid-day traffic flawlessly. He was obviously a veteran. I noticed that he continually checked me out in his rear view mirror as he drove. Was I that attractive? Or, was he wondering if I were really a woman? Before long, he pulled up to the curb next to Sydney's. I'd never been there, although I had noticed it in the past when I'd been to Giants games. I paid the driver as I exited the cab. "Thank you," I said. "No problem lady," he replied. "You have a nice day now." "Thanks," I said. As I headed toward the restaurant, I looked around for Elizabeth. I didn't see her. I entered the busy grill and approached the hostess. "Good afternoon ma'am," she greeted me. "How many?" I was looking around for Elizabeth. "I'm supposed to meet another woman here," I explained. "Of course," the pretty hostess replied. Pointing to a table in the far back corner, she asked, "Is that her?" It was Elizabeth. She wore dark designer sunglasses and had her coal black hair hanging down framing her face, almost as if she were incognito. "Yes! That's her. Thank you," I said as I moved toward Elizabeth. When I arrived at her table, she looked up at me, surprise on her face when I spoke. "Lee Anne," she declared. "It's you! My, my, my! You do look lovely. I can't believe it. I don't think I'd have been able to pick you out if I weren't expecting you." She stood and hugged me as she continued, "Thank you so much for agreeing to meet me on such short notice." I laughed. "Well, actually, I couldn't say no. I'm so curious about what you want that I just had to come." "Well, thanks just the same," she added. "Sit," she directed me. "Would you like something to drink? I ordered a glass of wine." I considered it and then declined. I still had a bit to get through today. I wanted to be in a clear frame of mind. "I'll have tea I think." Elizabeth beckoned our waitress and ordered tea for me. We sat down and faced each other. A moment of uncomfortable silence hovered between us. Elizabeth smiled at me as she scrutinized my modifications. "I really can't believe the difference Lee Anne," she exclaimed. "You look so... so... so girly! I don't even know how to describe it. Are the boobs really yours?" she asked conspiratorially. Her blunt inquiry made me blush. "Yes. They are," I smiled. "But how do you know about me Elizabeth? And why did you want to meet with me?" I wanted to get past the small talk and into the meat of why she had me here. "Okay. Okay. I guess I have some explaining to do," she said. "Do you remember our last conversation? The one right after our clients signed the Settlement Agreement?" I swallowed hard. I remembered it all right. She'd basically threatened to expose me if I ever said anything that put Elizabeth in a bad light as a result of the settlement. "Yes," I admitted. "Then you know I figured out that you were the one who, while masquerading as a woman, compromised Chad Spencer and blackmailed him into settling?" I was uncomfortable with where she was going. Was she about to blackmail me now? "Go on," I urged her. "I was more than a little pissed at you then. Although, as I told you, I admired your ingenuity. Still, when I heard later that you had undergone a partial sex change, I was surprised. That led me to think that there was more to what you'd done to Chad than a simple ploy to win a case. I'd like to ask you a question before I go on. Do you mind?" "I suppose not," I answered. "What do you want to know?" "How have your partners reacted to you since the party?" 'What was she talking about?' I wondered. "The party?" I asked. "Yes. You know! The party at Regina Rae's house where she invited all of your partners?" She looked at me as if I should understand what she was saying. 'How much did she know?' "You know about the party?" I asked, feeling out the breadth of her knowledge. "Lee Anne," she said with sympathy in her voice. "I don't know who doesn't know about the party. I mean, come on! We're talking about men here Lee Anne. And on top of that - lawyers for crying out loud. You didn't think they wouldn't be bragging about what they did to you? Did you?" she asked, a tone of incredulity in her voice. I was stunned. I leaned back in my seat, the room beginning to spin around me as I considered what Elizabeth had just revealed to me. That meant the secretaries in the elevator this morning probably knew. What must everyone think of me? Regina Rae had been so certain that the other partners would never want what happened to become public. Who would have disclosed such a thing? "You thought it would be kept secret? Didn't you?" Elizabeth interrupted my haywire thoughts, disbelief in her voice. I nodded my head, unable to speak. She reached across the table and touched my hand. "Oh my! You poor, poor girl. I'm so sorry. I suppose the problem is that you aren't really a girl - at least not completely. You had no idea? Did you? I'm sorry to be the one to break the bad news to you Lee Anne. But no girl who ever lets a group of guys gang bang her like they did you ever gets off with a clean reputation. So, have you not been able to tell any difference in the way they are treating you since you've been back?" "I... I... I just got back into the office today. I haven't even seen any of the partners. We have a partner's meeting after lunch. That will be the first time I'll see any of them. Oh my God! I can't possibly face them now! This is awful! I'll never be able to continue working there." Trying to calm me down, she gently patted my hand. I felt ready to burst into tears. And I think I would have if I weren't in a public place. "That's what I want to talk to you about Lee Anne. I know my reputation is one of being a 'tough bitch', but I'm really very nice. I just know how to do what has to be done to get the job done. Like you did for Chad. And I admire that quality. Do you remember me hinting about a job?" I looked at her quizzically. "I didn't think you were serious. And you couldn't possibly want me now. Wouldn't it affect your reputation?" "Ha!" she exclaimed. "It would enhance my reputation! Everyone fears me. No one would dare cross me if I took you on. Plus, you have to be a pretty tough nut somewhere deep within to do what you've done. And I've done my homework on you. You are an excellent attorney. I have more work than I know what to do with. So, will you consider it?" I was confused. Was she offering me a job? "Consider what?" I asked. Looking at me as if I were daft, she announced, "A job silly! Will you come to work for me as a partner?" This was a wild twist to my life that I had never considered. I thought I'd be with my corporate firm forever. But I never thought I'd have DD breasts either. And if what Elizabeth said about my partners was true, I didn't think I could survive in those circumstances. "You're serious! Aren't you?" "As a heart attack!" she smiled. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "This is really out of left field for me Elizabeth. Do you mind if I ask, which of my partners is spreading the word about the party?" She hesitated before replying. "You know Lee Anne, it's not that I am unwilling to reveal their names. Because, if you really want to know, I'll tell you who they are. But, I'll tell you this. The list of the ones not talking about it is shorter than the list of the ones who are. You might as well consider that you have no allies left in your firm. And the female attorneys are pissed because of how they perceive you got your promotion. It isn't going to be easy for you to stay." I pondered her latest revelation. There was one thing still troubling me. Carla. I couldn't leave her behind. As if reading my mind, Elizabeth interrupted my thoughts, "What is it Lee Anne?" "It's my assistant - Carla. I couldn't leave her." "Oh! Don't worry about that," she said. "I wouldn't expect you to. I saw her in action personally. She's sharp! I would want her to join us as well." Continuing to work me, she went on, enthusiastically describing her plans. "Look, I've been thinking of expanding for a while. I just never could find the right person to hook up with. I never wanted a male partner. They already control enough of the legal world. Now that you are effectively a woman, you would fit in great. Plus, you're a damn fine attorney. I've got the divorce field locked up. I want someone who can give us a broader appeal. You can do that. I want to grow more too. But I needed a partner I could work with before attempting to grow the firm. I bet you something else too. You'll make more money working with me than you'll ever make as a partner at your stuffy firm." She watched me expectantly. I was turning over everything she'd said. Plus, I was considering Carla's entreaty to me this morning. I was hesitant to act too hastily. After all, the past six weeks had been a whirlwind. Was it wise to just chuck it all like that - marriage and job - and start over at every meaningful thing in my life? I was afraid to act. I felt almost catatonic. "When do you need to know?" I asked. Elizabeth sat back in her seat, lifted her wine to her succulent red lips, took a sip and smiled. "No hurry Lee Anne," she replied, apparently satisfied that she'd set the hook sufficiently. "I imagine your life seems out of control right now. I can't really imagine what it must me like for you. I'm sorry if what I've told you causes you any more stress. But you'd have found out soon enough about your so- called partners. Better to be forewarned. You take all the time you need. But can I give you a bit of free advice? Woman to woman?" Looking across the table at Elizabeth, the thought crossed my mind that I'd been wrong about her. She seemed so much softer and caring today than I first judged her to be. She seemed genuinely concerned for me, as a person, as opposed to how she could manipulate and control me. "Sure," I sighed. "I could use all of the advice I can get." "I don't know exactly how to put this. And I know that I probably don't know the half of what you've been through since this massive personality assault has been leveled at you. But, you are not the same person you were two months ago. Aside from the obvious physical transformation, you have been put through an enormous mental and emotional system overload. You may not have asked for what has happened to you. But I don't see how you could turn back now. You will never be able to live in the world as a man again. And yet, you are not fully a woman yet. Women are complicated creatures. Those of us fortunate enough to be born female have had our entire lives to adjust to who we are and to learn how to navigate the world as the 'weaker' sex." "You seem to me to be almost childlike. You're like a woman-child. To outward appearances, you are a beautiful, fully developed, sensual and sexy woman. But inside, you haven't the foggiest idea how to behave in the skin you now occupy. People will use and abuse you - if you let them. Don't do that Lee Anne. Think about who you are - at the deepest level. There are aspects of your personality that have served you well since birth, which you need to reacquaint yourself with and hold onto. And finally, you need to choose your closest companions carefully. There are still people who love and care for you, Lee Anne, the person. Lee Anne, the woman. Think about who those people are. Then be strong enough to face facts and move on with your new life. Okay?" Wow! Elizabeth was turning out to be a truly special person. Her words struck a chord similar to what Carla had said earlier in the day. I would never have imagined that Elizabeth could be so compassionate. Plus, her words made sense. I knew that I should heed them. I looked at my watch and realized that my partner's meeting was in just over an hour. I had to show up. As I sat there it dawned on me that my lunch meeting with Elizabeth couldn't have been timed better. I was in a much better position to judge my partners now that I knew how they had disparaged my reputation in my absence. "Elizabeth," I said. "Thank you so much for everything. You don't know how much I appreciate the things you've said. And I will consider your offer. But I have to go face my partners first. I have a feeling that this afternoon's meeting is going to be more interesting than they thought it was going to be." "Really?!" she cooed, realizing that I was feeling more confident in my position. "I'd like to be there to see the fireworks. But then, they'd never have made me a partner. Alrighty then," she continued. "I'll look forward to hearing from you. You better run girl. I'll get the check. Business expense!" she laughed. We stood and hugged before parting. I waved as I headed for the door. I flagged the first cab I saw, slipped in the back seat, told the cabbie where I was going, and sat back to contemplate the next hurdle I had to face today. I paid the fare and stepped out onto the crowded street. It was a beautiful day. And although I probably should have felt overwhelmed, I actually felt like I was beginning to see things clearly again. As I walked past Carla, I signaled her to follow me into my office. She bounced up and came in right behind me, closing the door as she did. "So? How was lunch?" she asked, eager to hear the details. I didn't have time to give her a word-for-word account, but I filled her in on the essential information. Her eyes grew really wide when I told her Elizabeth was soliciting the two of us to join her firm. When she heard what the partners had been saying about me, she frowned. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "I'm sorry Lee Anne. I should have told you this morning. I've been hearing the rumors since I got back last week. But I was worried that it would hurt your feelings. I'm so sorry." She looked like she might cry. I pulled her to me and hugged her. "Don't worry about it Carla. I understand. It's all right. Besides, I know now. Okay?" Tears were welling up in her eyes as she held me tightly. Carla smelled so sweet. I loved holding her like this. After several minutes of hugging, Carla pulled back and looked in my eyes. "There's more though Lee Anne." Not sure what more there could be, I asked, "Really? Like what?" "While you were out to lunch, I overheard a few of the other girls talking. They try not to let me hear because they all know how close we are. But they were in a cubicle and I heard them saying that apparently the partners have a surprise to spring on you at the meeting today. I couldn't get all of the details, but I have a feeling that they think you are going to perform for them again. Lee Anne," she said urgently. "I don't think you should go in there. Why don't you just tell them to shove it and take the job with Elizabeth? You'll do fine there. I think it would be a great opportunity for us." This latest information caught me off guard. Once again, I was being too naive. I had actually expected that the other partners would be true to their word to allow me to serve as a partner in this firm. Well, it appeared as though they would, but with strings attached. I was going to have to follow Elizabeth Morgan's advice sooner than I thought. If I was going to re-establish myself as someone to be taken seriously, my first test was in less than twenty minutes. Releasing Carla from my embrace, I walked around behind my desk and peered out of the window, trying to think how I should deal with this latest development. Finally, an idea came to me. I had to be willing to take a risk, but my life was obviously never going to be the same as it was before my feminization. If I wanted to move forward with any sense of control over my future, I was going to have to take the offensive. Elizabeth Morgan's phone message was lying on my desk where I'd left it. I dialed the number. When the receptionist answered, I told her it was urgent that I speak with Elizabeth immediately. She told me Elizabeth was just walking in the door and put me on hold. Within a few seconds Elizabeth was on the line. "Lee Anne?" she exclaimed. "Are you all right? I didn't expect to hear from you quite this soon. What's up?" I got right to the point. "I just need to ask you one thing Elizabeth," I explained. "Were you absolutely serious about your offer?" "Absolutely!" she declared. "Are you accepting?" "Maybe," I said. "I'll let you know for sure later. Okay?" "That's fine," she answered. "I told you that you could take all of the time you wanted." "Thanks Elizabeth," I said and then said goodbye and hung up. Carla was looking at me expectantly. "What's going on inside of that lawyer's head of yours Lee Anne? I can tell you're up to something. And by the way," she added, grinning happily. "Welcome back. I haven't seen this side of you in a long time. I've missed it." I smiled. That was encouraging. I'd missed this side of me as well. Motioning for Carla to sit down, I laid out my plan. When I was finished, she smiled and said, "You devil you! I like it," she said of my plan as we each stood to face this next event. The meeting was set to begin in five minutes. Withdrawing my makeup case from my purse, I touched up my face and reapplied a fresh coat of glossy lipstick. Satisfied that I looked good, I walked out my door and headed to The Fish Bowl. Armed with the information provided by Elizabeth and Carla, I was fairly certain that the expressions on the faces of the other employees I passed in the hallway were not necessarily as friendly as they seemed on the surface. Some were pulling against me and looking forward to seeing me further embarrassed. Some were not necessarily against me, but out of morbid curiosity were anxious to see how things went at the meeting. Pausing outside of the conference room, I summonsed up my courage, pulled my shoulders back, pushed my DD's out front and center, and boldly walked inside. Partners were milling about, finding their seats, prior to the start of the meeting. I exchanged casual greetings with the other partners in the room and assured those who asked that I'd had a lovely vacation. In a few minutes, Mr. Garfield and Mr. Hopkins walked in and assumed their seats at opposite ends of the large conference table. Everyone else immediately took a seat and became quiet. As managing partner, Mr. Garfield assumed control of the meeting and called us to order. An agenda lay before each of us. Perusing the items up for discussion, I noticed that my name was lined in near the end. After going over various cases that were pending and making decisions about how to handle them, including which partners would be in charge and which associates would work on them, we arrived at the point where they wanted to discuss me. Mr. Garfield cleared his throat as he prepared to speak. He smiled as he looked over at me. Up to now, he'd barely acknowledged my existence. "Gentlemen," he began. "And, er, lady," he added, smiling uncomfortably at me. "As everyone is well aware, our newest partner, er, Lee Anne, has caused us to, ah, re-evaluate our position in regards to the fairer sex." Several partners chuckled at his last remark. Someone mumbled, under his breath, "Cocksucker!" I tried to ignore the remark as others snickered like immature schoolboys. Continuing, Mr. Garfield said, "Ahem, right, well, anyway, as I was saying. We've been forced to permit Lee Anne to remain as a partner." Addressing me, Mr. Garfield said, "I assume that you realize what a difficult position you have placed us in Lee Anne. Other female members of our legal staff may expect similar treatment in the future." I smiled demurely and said, "I'd hope all of our associates would have an equal opportunity to earn recognition for their performance." Mr. Garfield peered at me with a look of irritation. He clearly did not like my tone. "Well," he said, "being a partner is about more than performance. There has to be a comfort zone among all of the other partners with the people we agree to let behind these doors. And, well, you have upset that apple cart a bit. I mean, when we made the offer, your circumstances were drastically different. We were very comfortable with Lee Montgomery. But, as Lee Anne, while you may improve the beauty of the landscape, you bring other complications. As such," he said, forging along, "the rest of us have decided that there need to be a few concessions on your part Lee Anne." I interrupted him. "Really?!" I asked coyly. "Such as what?" Mr. Garfield looked to other end of the table at Mr. Hopkins, as if waiting for the signal to go ahead with what he was about to say. Mr. Hopkins nodded almost imperceptibly. "Well," he continued, "we've been discussing it and we think that, well, what I'm trying to say is, that we believe you owe us for our largesse in permitting you to retain your partnership in spite of the ruse you played upon us all. You know," he added, "you really did place us all in a very compromising and embarrassing position." I couldn't believe the gall of this asshole that I once thought of as a mentor. I'd placed them in a compromising and embarrassing position?! None of them seemed to have any problem with the situation when I had their cocks stuffed in my mouth and ass! Shit! What I was about to do to them was going to be so much fun! And it was getting close to show time. I wanted to rip his head off. Instead, I remained meek and replied in a quiet voice, "I'm sorry Mr. Garfield. Everyone," I added, looking around the table, "I'm truly sorry. I just didn't know what else to do. So much was happening to me at the time," I explained, as if they could possibly understand. Continuing, I added, "And I didn't want to lose the partnership offer. I wish I hadn't taken such advantage of you. Truthfully, I was maneuvered into it myself. But I realize it wasn't fair to any of you. I'm not certain what you want as retribution from me, but I'm prepared to honor whatever you ask, as long as you will permit me to retain my partnership," I concluded, hoping they'd take the bait. The other partners murmured amongst themselves as they waited to hear Mr. Garfield's response to my comments. "Well, Lee Anne," he plodded on. "That's encouraging to hear. I was expecting some resistance from you on this. But I suppose the rumors I've been hearing about you are true. You seem to have embraced your new sexuality quite enthusiastically. What we would propose is that you provide certain, er, services, to us as a regular part of our weekly meetings, if you know what I mean." As he paused to gauge my reaction to his poorly veiled entreaty that I become the firm whore, I stood from my chair. As I did, I unbuttoned the top few buttons of my blouse, permitting them all a better view of my cleavage. I began to walk around the table, softly grazing each man on the back of their neck with my fingernails. All eyes were fixed upon me as they waited to see what I was up to. As I passed behind Mr. Garfield's chair, I stopped and began massaging his neck. I licked my lips sensuously as I smiled at the others over his shoulder. Addressing the group, and relishing the moment, I said, "I hate to deceive you gentlemen. After all, you have been my colleagues for many years. I've worked long and hard to be accepted as one of you. Obviously, I never anticipated that I would become the person that I am today. Still, I've thought for years that sitting among you as I have today would be the crowning glory of my legal career." Shifting the conversation I then began, "But, now, I have to tell you that I know there is more to life than the law. Oh, don't get me wrong," I cautioned them. "I still love the law. But, the wiles and ways of womanhood have taken hold of me. Not that I would ever expect it of any of you fine men, but I'd say to anyone, don't knock it until you've tried it. By that I mean, to be clear, now that I've tasted cock, I don' think I'll ever get enough of it." I smiled as sexily and lustily as I could manage. Before continuing, I caught the eye of each and every man at the table. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that your proposal, Mr. Garfield, is not altogether unpleasant to me. In fact, I find it quite appealing. You might even say that I consider it a bonus. And I, for one, don't see any reason why we shouldn't begin today. You know, the last time we were together, I felt a bit rushed. I would love to show my gratitude to each of you if you would permit me." I leaned over Mr. Garfield's shoulder and cooed as I stroked his face, "What do you say boss? Are you gentlemen game?" Mr. Garfield actually looked embarrassed. He stuttered as he said that he thought he and the others were open to anything I might propose. "Goody!" I declared. "Well then, let's get started; why don't we?" I gave the room one final sweep. "I hope you won't find what I'm about to propose too kinky gentlemen. But I have found that I quite enjoy taking on multiple cocks. Part of my enjoyment is in the anticipation and preparation. So I hope you'll be willing to amuse me. Would each of you please stand and form a line along this side of the table?" Although they all appeared nervous and uncomfortable to be following my instructions, they obediently lined up facing the inner wall of The Fish Bowl. I walked along the line and flirted with each of them as I did, brushing my hand along each of their crotches. Bulges were forming inside several of their trousers already. "Now," I continued, building to the moment I was waiting for. "Would each of you please unbuckle your pants and, as they say, 'Drop trow'?" I giggled for effect. Exchanging nervous glances, but no one wanting to risk spoiling what they believed I was about to do, they obeyed. Now, standing before me in a row, were all of my partners, their underwear and pants puddled around their ankles. On display was an amazing smorgasbord of cocks of various shapes, size, and states of readiness. Eying them lustfully, I moaned, "Mmm, mmm, mmm! My, my! Aren't you all a delectable sight!" I walked back down the row, inspecting them again, lightly brushing their cocks with my fingernails. Upon reaching the end, I addressed them again. "I can't tell you how much my mouth is watering right now. You make such a scrumptious sight. But, I have to tell you; I'm a bit disappointed in a few of you. Some of you don't seem to be quite ready for me. I need to know that you want me. Would you mind getting yourselves ready for me?" The bewildered looks they gave me were priceless. I pouted. "Pretty please?" I implored. "Just a little stroking is all I ask boys." After a moment's pause, I coaxed them further, "Come on! Don't tell me none of you ever touches himself! I just want to know you want me." Mr. Hopkins was the first. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began stroking it. When Mr. Garfield followed suit, the others fell in line. Soon, all of my partners were masturbating in front of me. I smiled. Now was the moment of truth. As I walked down the line one last time, I spoke deliberately. "My, my, my! Aren't you all splendid specimens? I can hardly wait," I exhaled deeply. "I have to tell you though, seeing you all standing before me like this makes me realize," and I hesitated as, with the hand behind my back, I grabbed the cord to the shades covering the glass windows that concealed us from the rest of the office, "... just what a bunch of despicable assholes you all are." The expressions on their faces as the disconnect of my last remark hit them was priceless. "That's right," I said as I pulled the shades up in a single motion. As camera flashes invaded The Fish Bowl from the hallway, I announced, "For all I care, you guys can eat shit and die! I wouldn't work with you if you were the last firm in the world. Fuck off gentlemen. I quit!" As I walked away to the cheers of the rest of the members of the office staff, all of whom were standing outside of The Fish Bowl laughing and pointing at the partners, some of whom continued to hold their quickly softening dicks in their hands, the assholes I'd left behind were scrambling to get their pants pulled up. Meanwhile, Carla was dutifully recording the entire moment for posterity on a video camera. As I walked off to a chorus of, 'You go girls!', I was given a series of 'high-fives' from everyone I passed. Without waiting around to see the rest of the carnage, I entered my office and closed the door. I picked up the phone and called Elizabeth. When she came on the line I said, "When do I start?" She shrieked her joy at the news. "Is tomorrow too soon?" "Nope!" I replied. "I'll see you in the morning." "Lee Anne?" she asked. "What happened? How did you decide so quickly?" "You wouldn't believe it if I told you," I replied. "But, if you can wait until tomorrow, I'll show you." I couldn't wait to watch the video myself. After hanging up the phone, I turned to face the harbor. So much has happened to me. You see, this is where my story began. I know. I misled you gentle readers into thinking that everything was idyllic and normal for me upon my return to the office. But, be honest. None of you actually thought things could be the same for me after everything I've been through since I was feminized. Did you? You know, appearances can be deceiving. It's like my marriage to Debbie. I used to think it was perfect. As it turns out, for her, it was anything but. Maybe she now has what she's always needed. She and I still need to figure out where we go from here. The way I see it now, though, that's just another bridge for me to cross as Lee Anne. With some help from two wonderful women who care for me, I had an epiphany today. My life will never be the same. It will be better! I love my femininity. I'd never want to go back. But I won't be a doormat to anyone again. There are at least two people who I know care about me for who I am. And one of them is walking into my office right now. I stood and received my beautiful and devoted assistant into my arms. "Let's pack our stuff hon. We're starting new jobs tomorrow." "Oh Lee Anne!" Carla exclaimed as she gave me a passionate kiss. "I love you so much!" The End? Dear Readers, The story is finally done. I hope that, weig