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"Penny Lane" "Hi," the man said as he extended his hand to shake mine. "Lane Hathaway." "Connie Haynes," I returned as I began gathering my things to leave. "I noticed you playing, well that first set anyway until your partner twisted his ankle. You move around the court pretty good for a smaller guy," he said as he looked me over. "I try to stay in shape," I returned as I left the indoor tennis court area and began moving out of the exclusive downtown men's club headed for the front door. "Hey, what's the rush?" he asked as I began leaving. "It looks like my tennis partner pulled a no-show, and since yours is out of commission how about it if we have a game?" he said as he smiled and waited for an answer. I agreed and soon we were back on the court. I won the first game handily but Lane came in a close second on the second game. By the time we had finished the third I'd had enough. "I knew you'd be a challenge on the court," he said wiping the sweat from his brow as he jogged over after the game. "Nice to play someone who isn't so easy for a change. I usually just play the Wall Street set, they're more concerned with business and meeting clients here than they are with tennis or handball here at the club." I thanked him for the sets and headed for the showers as he noticed a couple other men entering the court. "Hey, I have to have a chat with a friend of mine over there," he said as he pointed then started moving towards them. "Nice meeting you Connie, stop by the bar after you get changed and I'll pick up the tab for the lunch and drinks," he said. "That's okay," I replied. I have to be getting ready for work later and still have a few things to do. "Awww come on," he said. "Club rules, loser buys lunch," he continued wanting to get to know me a little better and since I was his match on the court he seemed to enjoy the challenge of a better player. I relented and after getting showered and changed met Lane back in the club's restaurant and lounge. Once I entered the lounge I noticed Lane already at a table finishing business with two other men in expensive suits similar to the one Lane had on. "We'll get things going Monday. I'll stop by to have a look at those contracts, thanks" he said as the men left the table. He then saw me and waved me over. I hadn't been in the sports club very often and must have seemed a bit out of place in my casual attire of Dockers, baggy shirt and loafers as I carried my tennis bag and sat it down under the table. The waiter arrived. "I'll have a Cutty on the rocks and Connie?" he asked looking at me. "Just an Avian please, with a glass of ice," I answered as the waiter wrote down the order then set the menus in front of us. I slid mine to the side. "Lunch is on me too you know," he said as he took his menu, opened it and began looking over the board of fare. Then the conversation began. "Thanks anyway, but after a workout I don't feel very hungry. The water will be fine, thanks," I said as the waiter returned with our drinks. Lane ordered a small lunch and then the waiter left once again. "You must be a new member, you don't seem to know your way around the place yet," he said with a smile. "I'm not a member," I replied. "The owner of the club comes in to the Cabaret down the street every now and then, he gives most of the performers there free passes to his club here." "Ah, the Cabaret Revue!?" Lane said as he looked me over once again. "You know I've been there once or twice. Quite a place. It's an all male dance and stage show isn't it? A drag revue?" he asked with curiosity. "Yes, that would be the place," I finished as I took a sip of my drink. "You look familiar somehow, did I see you when I was there?" he queried. "Well if you stayed for the whole show you just might have," I answered and then extended my hand once again. "Penny Bright," I said with a smile as Lane got an amazing look on his face. "You're Penny Bright the dancer? Hey, that's amazing!" he beamed "Unbelievable," he said as he looked me over. "You know I wasn't going to say anything when I saw you on the court." "What about?" I answered. "Well, you know, you're slightly built, no hair on your legs or arms, and your eyebrows have been trimmed into a feminine shape, then when I shook your hand I noticed your long fingernails. I thought you might have been gay or something.," he said a bit flustered. "Nope, it's just a job," I explained. "I was a theatre, performing arts major in college. It's a bit of a strange way to make a living but it helps pay the rent. It beats a real job," I said then added, "thought I'd do it a year or two more and then maybe move on to something better." "Hummm," Lane said as he looked me over then started on his shrimp salad lunch. The rest of the lunch went normally and Lane mentioned playing more tennis and said he'd like to stop by and see another show especially since he'd met me now. I found a pass card in my bag and gave him one for an upcoming show. We then said our goodbyes and I left for my apartment to take a nap and then get ready for work. I didn't see Lane that evening but the next week I noticed him in the audience near the bar having a drink as he enjoyed the show. He recognized me on stage and seemed to enjoy the evening. Our weekend tennis matches became a regular event as did Lane's returning to the Cabaret for several successive evening shows. It wasn't long until we were becoming friends of a sort. Then, one evening he came back stage and found my dressing room. "Quite an illusion. Hi Connie!" he said with a smile as he knocked on the door then entered the small room of the bustling back stage area. "Or is it Penny?" he asked. "I guess you can take your pick," I answered a bit tired after the show then queried, "how'd you get back here?" I asked as I continued about the room. I was already back in my jogging suit and tennis shoes and was hanging up and rearranging a few dresses and then sat down to remove my wig, jewelry and to start in on taking off all the makeup. "I bribed the back stage bouncer," he said with a smile as he pointed to a spare chair."May I?" I motioned for him to take a seat and he watched with fascination as I removed the bouffant wig and put it on the wig stand and then removed the long garish dangle earrings from my pierced ears and the large pearl necklace and set them aside and began the process of mopping off all the stage makeup. Lane paid close attention. "How do you get that look anyway? It's so much more feminine than girls these days dress and your mannerisms are much more feminine too!" he said. "It's really amazing." "Well, it's just a show," I said as I took a sponge and began wiping away the foundation and peeling off the long false eyelashes. "Just an illusion from a jar and a talented dressmaker," I said as I continued my evening ritual and changed back into Mr. Connie Haynes. Then Lane continued, "We're having a bit of a Fall get together at my parents estate next month. What do you say to accompanying me, being my 'date' of sorts?" I stopped taking off the makeup and turned in the chair. "What? I don't think so," I said as Lane waited. "I don't do private shows," I finished. "It wouldn't be a 'show', not exactly. It's just that you look and act and move in so much more of a feminine fashion than any of the real ladies in my families circle of friends that I know you could pull it off Connie, you'd be a real stand out. Nobody would have to know who you really are and if my mother could see me with a real trophy lady for once she might get off my neck and give me a break," he finished. I told him no for a second time and mentioned that although he had become a good friend over the past few weeks I didn't really fit into his social circle and went on to mention that I thought the conversation was getting a little more than strange. "I think it would be great fun, and I am sure you could pull it off easily. I would pay for your evening clothes of course and send a limo for you and everything. Just one night couldn't be that much of a hassle and it would really help me out," he continued. I declined once again as I finished cleaning off the makeup and prepared to leave. "How about for $5000 dollars?" he asked once again. "One night, just one evening and you'd be five-grand richer," he said waiting for an answer as the room became strangely silent. "That could cover a lot of bills. You might even be able to get a better apartment for a while at least. And all for only one evening out," he finished. I told him I was too tired to argue then agreed to think it over and told him I would let him know later. With that he left and I returned to my small and dingy apartment. It didn't take long to think things over with $5000 dollars in the balance. I could get my TV out of hock and catch up on the utility and rent bill for a change and even pay them ahead. I thought further and then called Lane a few days later. A few days after that a woman showed up at my apartment door. She looked a bit severe, an old style woman in her mid 50's with a sturdy wool ladies suit and her slightly graying hair done up in a tight bun. I could smell her heavy perfume as she moved around me in my little living room holding her glasses up every now and then from the delicate chain that hung around her neck. "Well, you should be no trouble, no trouble at all my dear," she said as she fumbled in her large hand bag and produced a cloth tape measure. "Let's get you measured up shall we dear?" she said as she went to work. For an average guy it might have seemed strange and to me it did just a bit too but during my time being on stage and in polishing my dance and stage act as Penny I had been poked and cinched and measured and powdered and plucked so this wasn't much different. The only exception was that although I would be dressing as an upscale woman I would be doing it for real now instead of on the stage. I would be dressing far less flamboyantly but it would still be another performance. And as the lady measured and scribbled her notes down I went along. Finally she said good evening and that she would return in a few days. She returned with a full array of feminine items including several boxes containing various lingerie and dresses for the upcoming event and even had a second lady accompany her who was a hairdresser. They set to work and soon I was fitted for my foundation garments, tucked tightly into panties and a white, padded hip panty girdle and then festooned with size 40 "D" cup breast forms that now jiggled in my white long lined brassiere. A waist nipping corset followed and was tightly laced and cinched until I had the appropriate feminine hour-glass shape. As I stood in the room teetering on the high stiletto heels noticing the gleaming full fashioned stockings shining on my shaved legs and turning in my mincing, limp wristed fashion I got the impression that both ladies only saw me as a woman, even though they knew different. It became apparent that the years on the stage perfecting my act had also perfected my feminine personae. As the hair dresser worked on finding a proper feminine hairstyle for me and instructed me in how to achieve the look I decided it would be easier for me to just style one of my many wigs. The lady agreed and suggested the long honey blonde wig on my dresser. Meanwhile, the other lady continued selecting the proper jewelry and accessories for the upcoming event. She then swished three gowns out of their boxes and after fitting me into each of them she had me hang them in my closet. I told her I would select one and she could have the others but she insisted I keep all three and the added assortment of lingerie and jewelry and matching shoes and handbags as well. With that they left for the last time. It wasn't much work to get ready for the gathering at Lane Hathaway's estate, not really. I already had the look down, the mannerisms and all that but had to dress down a bit and take it easy on the hair and makeup. It was strange to see my look in the mirror when I was finished. I didn't look like Connie Haynes, and I didn't look like Penny Bright either! I looked like an upscale woman in her mid 20's a bit larger that petite and elegant as I teetered on the 5 inch stiletto heeled ankle strap sandals. I was just finishing putting in my dangle earrings and touching up the wig I was wearing with hair spray to hold it up high and tight when I heard my ride pull up on the street below. I looked to see a long black limo waiting and since I didn't see many in my neighborhood I figured it had to be the one sent by Lane. With that I gathered my purse and swished out the door mincing and clicking down the hallway on my stiletto heels. The evening went well and I seemed to pull it off. Lane introduced me to his father and mother as Penny Benjamin, yet another of my personalities I had adopted with this new look. His mother seemed to carefully look me over and nodded her approval to Lane as we moved off into the great room to mingle. And as Lane mentioned I did appear as a 'trophy' date in comparison with most of the other ladies there. But the whole affair and surroundings were definitely high society that's for sure. I was taken home after the affair ended and as promised Lane paid me the $5000 dollars in cash he handed me in a small manila envelope. Things returned to normal and I continued to stop by the club on the weekends for our tennis matches and drinks and lunches. And Lane continued coming to the shows frequently as well as time went on. And then I learned why the lady with the dresses insist I take all three outfits that she had brought with her to my apartment. There was another get-together. I declined but the same offer of appeared once again and it was too good to turn down such easy money. So it was another party, another affair and then another after that until Penny Benjamin was becoming not only a fixture at the Hathaway estate but a noticeable presence on Lane's arm as his new 'Trophy' girlfriend. A feminine debutante that came from out of nowhere and traveled in none of the upper class social circles and who was looked on by many of the other ladies with envy and most of the men with doting attention and just a hint of restrained lust. I was quickly becoming a success at being Penny Benjamin. This party was to be the last however. The fall social season was winding down and while the working elite were busy crafting deals and making more money and planning the upcoming holiday season the idle rich were making plans to jet south to sunnier climes. Lane showed me around the large mansion on this last evening. There was the pool and large barbeque area out back and the gardens and inside the home theatre and Lane's exotic car collection among other things. And upstairs the studies and the library and a wing of private rooms for the family. "Come on in," he said with a smile as he ushered me into the large room I quickly noticed was a bedroom suite! I heard the heavy oak paneled door click shut and felt the swish of my chiffon cocktail dress as Lane put his arms around me. I tried pulling away by stepping back but he only followed. "Relax Penny, nothing's going to happen," he said with a smile. Then for some reason he kissed me! I could feel my gloss red lipstick smear and could smell the scotch on his breath that was loosening his inhibitions. I'd had a few glasses of champaign and was feeling a bit flushed as well and stumbled on my heels then fell back on the large bed with a swish. Lane fell close beside me and was still holding me close. I felt him begin to fondle my nyloned legs as he leaned in gesturing romantically and whispering in my ear. "You're the prettiest lady here Penny, by far. You're so exciting," he said as he swished my dress and lace trimmed nylon slip up exposing my tightly girdled 'muff' and my tightly gartered nylon stockings. He continued fondling my legs as I struggled but it was no use he was larger and stronger than I was. Then I noticed he had a hard on straining at the front of his slacks! "I'll bet there's hardly any women downstairs who are even wearing pantyhose not to mention such old fashioned pretty nylons like these, they're so smooth and glassy too," he whispered breathlessly. "It's just pretend Lane!" I said as I grunted and strained to wrest myself from his grasp. And then he undid the buckle on his belt and quickly unzipped his pants freeing his throbbing hard on! He fondled my legs further looking on as I struggled and hearing them swish as they gleamed in the light. He then swished my dress up to my waist then quickly mounted me! "Get off!" I grunted as he held me down. "It won't hurt Penny, it's just pretend, it's just pretend," he gasped as he fitted his throbbing erection between my tightly closed legs. I felt it push against my girdled "V" then across my gartered stocking tops straining at the garters as he worked himself between my thighs. My mind reeled as he began thrusting, dry humping me! Lane was in the moment, his moment and he felt that the money he had given me for some reason had entitled him to this humiliation, this mock sex act. A phony act that was as phony as my being a real showgirl named Penny Bright. As he moaned and humped me between my nyloned legs and girdled crotch I remembered all the lustful looks from the male patrons at the Cabaret revue. My mind was in a whirl of confused thoughts now as I listened to Lane's excitement. Then suddenly his bedroom door swung open. "Lane we still have guests downstairs....Oh my!" I heard his mother exclaim with a wave of embarrassment as she saw her son on top of me with my dress up around my waist. She didn't stay long enough to actually figure out what was going on and thankfully closed the door behind her. Lane was beyond excitement now and gasped then quickly pulled his member from between my nyloned and perfumed legs to expel jet after jet of his come causing the spurting ropes of white ejaculate to spasm in torrents from his throbbing twitching erection as they sprayed the white nylon slip and the layered pink chiffon gown. Finally, exhausted he hovered over me as the last twitches sent rivulets of his come across the front of my white panty girdle. "You're a sick individual you know that!?" I yelled angrily as I stood in the bathroom wiping the mess off the front of the girdle and cleaning it off the slip and the delicate pink nylon chiffon of the gown as Lane stood behind looking a bit embarrassed at what he had done. He mentioned how he hadn't done anything 'real', not really anyway and how it was just pretend. He mentioned how could it be that I could be such a feminine and convincing drag performer and never once wondered what it would be like to be with a man. I told him I wasn't gay and my job was just a performance. He regained his composure and apologized several more times and promised never to do such a thing again as I finished cleaning and drying off my dress and fixing my lipstick and hairdo. And as strange as the moment had been and after all the money and the evenings the incident began to pale as something best forgotten. With that we quietly left the room and returned downstairs to see the remaining guests away for the evening. Lane talked me into staying a bit longer on this last evening as his 'date' and promised me a ride back into the city after a game of pool. I switched back to Avian water as Lane switched to club soda and soon we were shooting pool. It was getting late and as the game progressed I took off the high stiletto heels and my feminine wig and dangely earrings and continued the game. We thought we were alone when I was shooting again on the third game but when Lane's mother came into the billiard room we soon realized we weren't alone. I could see the shock on her face. My wig and earrings were sitting on the bar and my heels were near by and she had watched me moving around the pool table making shots like someone who'd had a misspent youth. And in putting my womanly personae aside for the game my mannerisms weren't at all feminine now and in seeing me with my short hair parted on the top in a proper 'boy's' haircut. I heard her gasp as she approached. Lane became nervous. "Well, well well. You two seemed quite the social pair over the past weeks. And you seemed so soft and feminine and ladylike but you aren't really a lady after all, are you?" she said as she looked me up and down her disgust growing as she turned to Lane and pulled him aside towards the door. I listened as she started her whispering, angry tirade while pulling Lane to the side. "I thought you had come around, your father did too and look at you! What is this masquerade!!?" she said ordering an answer. Lane stammered and mentioned how he met me at the tennis club and how I was a performer at the local Cabaret Revue and how he had come up with the idea of having a pretty, more than feminine lady to escort to the estate and that it wasn't really that big of a deal especially since the whole scheme had worked. "That is, up until now," His mother chided as she glared angrily at Lane. The once powerful man in his early 30's now looked like a child as his mother berated him. "A spoiled only child who's had everything he's ever wanted and how do you repay your father and I?" she continued. She mentioned the meet and greet parties at the estate and how they were far more than that. They were also business, business in which Lane's father was about to form a merger with two other companies worth billions. Yes, it had all gone perfectly. I played the part of the 'lady', the 'Trophy' date and was now known and liked by all the social elite at the party but was now deep in the middle of something that was never planned. I watched as she motioned to her butler standing near the door and watched him leave as she started in on Lane again. His explanations fell on deaf ears. "How can we explain this and what you were doing in your room, it was a disgusting display Lane, a disgusting display!" the angry monologue continued and Lane tried to mention he would take me home but she would have none of that, not now. Lane was on the verge of toppling an empire if such a thing as this ever got out and she was determined to see the corporate merger through which would ensure and augment their future wealth and power. "We're going to straighten this mess out and appear as a proper family," she said as she took Lane by the arm and led him out of the room. "You can wait here Ms. Penny or whatever your name is. I'll be back momentarily," she said as they left and she closed the door behind her. The room fell silent. I hung up the pool cue and cleared the table then took a seat at the bar and gathered my things. I then decided it was best to leave. I would have to walk a while but I could find a phone and get a cab or take a bus back to my apartment. I minced to the door then found it securely locked from the outside! I returned to the bar and took my seat then watched as a half hour ticked away on the large wall clock. Another half hour ticked by and then another hour as I sat silently in the room. It was past midnight now and I was about to start pounding on the door but even before I could get up from my seat the door opened and Mrs. Hathaway entered closing the door behind her. She then approached the bar where I was sitting. "A club dancer in a drag revue show," she said as she passed me, then went behind the bar and poured herself a glass of wine to calm her nerves. She smiled faintly at what Lane had done then shook her head in disbelief at what had happened. She poured me one but I declined and waved it away. She insisted by telling me we had a lot to discuss before I left for the evening. "A sissy boy?" she asked. "Gay?" she continued as she looked me over. I told her I was just playing a part but by now she knew the whole story. "Well we may have a bit of a problem," she said as she took her glass from behind the bar and went to a nearby table and took her seat in an ornate upholstered chair and crossed her nyloned legs with a swish then smoothed her skirt. "How would you like to continue on as Penny Benjamin?" she asked as I looked on not knowing what to say. "You could move in here and you could continue on as you are while we make a few, shall we say, changes?" She appeared to be starting a one sided conversation as I started to answer. "I don't think..." "This business merger is very important. Lane has been an embarrassment for quite some time with his business failings, his playboy manner and now with his dalliance with you. Yet another embarrassment and one which can never be revealed for obvious reasons don't you agree?" "I...I'll just go home and fade away as they say, I won't say a thing," I assured her but she continued. "You and Lane have been the hit of the party, he now looks self reliant and successful in his own right, due in great part to your performance," she said. "But in you simply fading into obscurity that simply won't do, not now. You two have been seen together and people know you now it has given our family a stability and a normalcy it hasn't had in years and I don't intend to lose that." I thanked her for her review of my performance then declined once again. But she continued. "Your duties will be extraordinally light. You'll move in here, be given a more than generous stipend and credit cards to all the best shops and boutiques. You'll be given the car of your choice and begin to learn the ways of an upperclass socialite. And all you'll have to do is continue to play the part of Lane's girlfriend and soon to be fiance." I started to question but learned that Lane had already been told how things would be from now and on to repair the damage to the family name. "After you move in you'll begin a regimen of female hormones and have some cosmetic surgery done to bring you more into line with a truly feminine appearance and to give you more ladylike curves. A lady must have feminine curves don't you agree? And we can't have Lane's new fiance getting a five o'clock shadow now can we? And I am afraid your genitalia will have to be brought more into line with your new image as well," she continued matter of factly. "What are you talking about!?" I recoiled. But she only continued. "We know several prominent surgeons who will do more than adequate work to complete your new look. After you've been on female hormones for a while you'll be surgically castrated and then your 'spare' parts will be formed into a proper woman's vagina and along with breast augmentation and some final touch ups you'll become part of the family by becoming Mrs. Lane Hathaway," she said with finality at having mapped out her entire plan. I didn't answer as she looked at me smiling, toying and circling the rim of her wine glass with her well manicured and painted index finger. "Yes, Penny my dear, you're going to be quite the lady. Only now, you'll be quite convincing because you'll be playing the part for real! And when you and Lane start going out and about on trips and yachting and such, once his men friends get a look at you in a pretty floral trimmed top and notice your cleavage and how it jiggles and swings and the ladies slacks you'll wear and when they see your wide hips and your perfect, ladylike "V" shaped mons-slit they will know with certainty and without question that you're a real lady!" I put my wig on and put my earrings back in my purse and struggled into my ankle strap sandals then swished to the door to find it locked. "Open the door. Open this door!" I hollered in the panic and sheer terror of mental overload after hearing Mrs. Hathaway's plans. She got up and walked to the door then unlocked it and swung it open. "I'm not doing this. I'm sorry for the trouble we caused and I hope your family gets along alright but I'm leaving and I'm going home right now." She only smiled as I left the room. "Open the front gate for Ms. Penny will you Rogers?" she said as she instructed her butler. "You have a nice trip home. Sorry we can't give you a ride my dear," she said as she walked with me to the front door then opened it. I could see the large wrought iron gates at the far end of the driveway swing open. "You'll be back," she said with a smile. "I don't think so," I gasped as I stumbled into the night and began mincing down the long paved drive towards the gate. "Thank you so much for coming dear!" Mrs. Hathaway said as she waved goodbye. "Be seeing you soon!" she finished as she then swung the front door to the large mansion closed. Lane quit coming to the Cabaret Revue and within a week I was given my termination notice that said cutbacks were being made. I thought it strange especially since I was a local head liner and the star of the show! I looked for other work but had a tough go of it and soon I didn't have enough money to pay the rent. I decided to move out and thought it best to find another town to put some distance between me and the Hathaway's and to try and forget the whole thing. I worked around for a while. I went from Boston to Atlanta, to Denver and finally Cincinnati. It was there I ended up working for a local newspaper writing copy, one advantage of a college education. Things were going fine until a month or two later when I was called into the bosses office. "Gotta let you go Conrad, sorry, just business," the man said. "But I need this job!" I exclaimed and didn't want to move on especially since I was making a descent living now even though it was just a regular job. "But why fire me?" I asked, "what did I do wrong?" "Nothing. It's just that we've been acquired by some big conglomerate, Hathaway industries or something. Their spokesman says you can't work here, part of the deal I guess. Sorry, but I'm afraid it's final," the boss said as he handed me my hat and my final weeks paycheck. I went back to my apartment then after reviewing my savings checked out and found a much cheaper studio apartment on the poor side of town. I kicked around looking for jobs and found another one but was quickly let go after the place was acquired by Hathaway Inc.! I ended up working in the fast food joints but that didn't last long either, Hathaway again. I tried moving once again to a new city then changed my name but it only lasted a month or two until I was back washing dishes or panhandling to eat. So, broke once again I returned to my little shabby apartment to contemplate how I was going to continue on. I saw her the moment I opened the door. It was Mrs. Hathaway. She looked as elegant as usual but wildly out of place in these dingy surroundings. She looked around the place and shook her head at my misfortune I already knew was of her doing. She knew the power she had and then looked to me and simply asked if 'Penny' was ready to come 'home'. I noticed the makeup case and the little ladies suitcase sitting nearby. "We'll get you all prettied up and after the limo ride to the airport we'll be on the family jet and have you home in only an hour or two." she finished with a smile. I realized it was all over now. There was no escape. No matter where I went, no matter what I did I would never find work or a place to hide from the Hathaway's influence. After my floral scented bath and body shave Mrs. Hathaway combed and curled my hair. "We'll have to let your hair grow out dear, it's a shame you cut it," she said as she pulled me back into my feminine personae. But now it wasn't my choice and I could tell as she adjusted the straps on my lace trimmed full slip and zipped me into the short floral patterned dress. She giggled slightly at her accomplishment and seemed pleased and satisfied as she smoothed the dress then handed me a purse as I teetered on the heels once again feeling out of place at not having worn ladies clothes in so long. She took notice. "Don't you worry your pretty little head Penny, you'll get accustomed to wearing ladies clothes again in no time. Shall we go now dear?" she said as she led me out of the little apartment to the waiting limo. Soon we were on our way leaving everything behind. After the two hour flight we landed at the airport and taxied up in front of the Hathaway hangar. Then after a short limo ride we were once again back at the Hathaway estate. It was early in the evening and after being escorted to my new bedroom and in meeting the middle aged man waiting there I soon learned was Dr. Gratin I realized Mrs. Hathaway had already gotten a good start on her plans for me. I disrobed and after a complete physical the doctor injected me with a large dose of a testosterone blocker and the female hormone estrogen! "All the dresses in the closets should fit you dear and all the lingerie in the dressers too. But if there's a problem with sizes we'll work it out dear. We'll be altering most of your clothing and outfits over time as your body changes anyway so it won't be a problem. All you have to do is look feminine and pretty. Have a nice night Penny dear. Put on a pretty nightgown now and get a good nights sleep," she said as she left the room closing the door behind her. I tried the door and found it opened and then watched as Mrs. Hathaway continued down the long hallway and then turned the corner and descended the large staircase onto the main floor. I closed the bedroom door and decided to turn in early. The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months as time flew by. I had thought about leaving more than once but leave to where? She'd find me once again and I would end up back in a shabby apartment with a wobbly kitchen table and creaky chairs that were lit by the dim glow of the light from a naked bulb. I knew I would have to put up with the present situation but now, as fast as I was changing I knew it might very well be a one way trip! I hadn't seen Lane at all since I came back. He had been sent to Europe on an extended vacation. That was the story anyway. And Penny had gone with him. Nobody knew I was upstairs in my room at the Hathaway estate under Mrs. Hathaway's and doctor Gratin's expert care. And time continued to pass. My budding breasts began to widen and take on weight and I began to notice their jiggle even though I constantly wore a brassiere now. The areolae grew and turned a darker pink as did the nipples now evident even under a blouse and brassiere. My hips began to widen out as well and I could feel my skin softening and my hair getting finer and more luxurious and soon it was grown fully out past my shoulders all to Mrs. Hathaway's delight. The bimonthly hormone shots continued as did my daily maintenance dosage of the female hormone estrogen. And soon I noticed my penis had shrunk and my little testicles now dangling in their hairless scrotum were now atrophied and useless. But it didn't matter because Mrs. Hathaway soon had me checked into the hospital and after I awoke I found that I had been clipped, my testicles were gone. In addition to that surprise I soon learned that under the bandages and the sturdy sports bra I now had a set of saline implants to augment my already growing bust line. Within a week the doctor removed the stitches and within another week to allow healing I was back dressing in my bedroom with Mrs. Hathaway fitting me for larger sized brassieres. She clipped me into a lace trimmed cup affair with a plunging front to expose my now womanly cleavage. She noticed the matching lace trimmed satin panties and although my testicles were now gone she chafed a bit at the little protrusion in the front. She then gathered a small corset, wrapped it around my slender feminine waist then began lacing me into it. "Don't worry dear, you won't have to tuck into your panties for much longer, we're almost through sweetie, and you'll have a nice smooth feminine look for real," she said as I heard her begin pulling at the corset laces. "A 42 'DD', why did you have to make me so big?" I asked looking at the pile of lacy, frothy feminine new brassieres on the dresser then picking one up to notice the size on the tag. I felt the corset tighten and felt as she pulled the laces harder causing them to swish through the eyelets causing the corset to tighten further and causing me to gasp as she pulled and cinched my waist into markedly feminine proportions. The laces sung again and I gasped as she quickly worked causing me to teeter on my 5 inch stiletto heels. "You made me wait Princess and I don't like to be kept waiting," she said as she reminded me of having to track me down. She made sure I was nearly done now, a hyper feminine vision that would be unmistakably ladylike. She wanted to be sure I knew what it was like to be a lady now, and to grow accustomed to my new station in life. She had seen to it that any traces of body or facial hair was now permanently gone through laser electrolysis. She'd had my voice surgically altered so it was two octaves higher so no matter what I did I would now speak in a melodic and high pitched feminine voice. She had done some cosmetic work on my Adam's apple by getting me a tracheal shave and by getting me cheek implants giving my face a heart shaped appearance and had redone my hairline through facial feminization surgery to give me a softer, much more feminine appearance. I the white satin corset gleamed in the light as she continued cinching it until finally she tied off the laces in a double bow at the back. "Tuck yourself properly into your panties then put on a girdle before you dress and come down for dinner. Thank goodness it won't be long until that unsightly little bulge is removed once and for all" she said as she left. I slipped into a tight girdle and garter stockings then a white slip and a pastel dress with short sleeves. I combed my hair out then finished my makeup and added some jewelry then went downstairs. I could feel my breasts jiggling and felt my hips wiggling and undulating as I minced along with an unmistakable female gait. She had made me wear 5 inch heels every day for months until finally the ligaments in my feet began to shrink causing my feet to hurt when walking in bare feet. She seemed pleased it was now automatic that I always wore sky-scraper heels. Then a week later we were back at the clinic for what would be my final procedure. I awoke in a private suite of rooms with round the clock staff and after lifting up my pink lacy princess gown noticed the bandages around my groin. I pulled the covers up and drifted off into a dreamless yet troubled sleep. Within a month I was totally healed up and now had the feminine look and shape that was indistinguishable from any other real woman. I continued my stay at the Hathaway estate. Lane was finally recalled from his vacation to Europe and was excited to see me when he arrived back at the estate. We were still friends but now we both knew the plan we were expected to complete under the stern authority of Mrs. Hathaway. He felt sorry for me but it was partially my choice in the way things were now. I also learned that he would fall completely into line as well or risk being disowned and ostracized, a fate worse than death for a wealthy man to suddenly find himself "penniless." But Lane was far from "Penniless" now, through his agreement he would keep his inheritance and he now had his "Penny" for real. All to his mother's delight! The corporate merger took place a month later with our wedding scheduled to take place the following Saturday afternoon. She couldn't have been more pleased now that the Hathaway financial future was secure and her only child Lane now had the appearance of being the perfect son and the perfect family man to continue the family tradition. But we both knew who really controlled the family, it was Mrs. Grace Hathaway. Then soon, the day of the wedding was at hand. Mrs. Hathaway had planned everything including picking out the wedding gown and my entire trousseau. The gown was a hyper feminine affair done in gleaming white slipper satin with a tight waist, low cut lace scalloped top and a full flared skirt which included three full petticoats! That Saturday morning after breakfast we made our beauty salon appointment where the ladies fussed with my hair putting in plenty of ribbons and curls. I had my long nails shaped and painted a bright gloss red and had the same done to my toenails with a proper pedicure as well. After my makeup was professionally applied we returned to the estate to finish dressing for the wedding. I didn't want to go through with it. I might have been changed into a woman but even though I was having strange emotional feelings from the constant flow of female hormones I knew I was still a man. But to Grace's satisfaction no one would ever know I wasn't a proper lady. After taking my daily hormone tablets the good doctor was there to administer a fresh round of hormone booster shots then followed up with another injection which was a mild sedative! I was quickly bathed, powdered and perfumed and after Mrs. Hathaway checked my makeup and touched up my hairdo she continued. "There! Now let's get you all dressed up shall we?" She said with a beaming smile. She had two of her lady friends in attendance to help neither of whom had the slightest inkling who I really was. They were all caught in the moment but I sensed a bit of sadistic vindictiveness in Mrs. Hathaway. After getting Lane in line she was now putting me in line, permanently! She started by taking the pair of white satin panties from the pile of frothy lingerie on top of the dresser. I stepped into them and she slowly worked them up my long shaved legs, over my wide hips and up high and snug on my waist. She then took the matching lace trimmed white satin brassiere size 42"DD" and worked my arms through the white satin straps. "Lean forward doll" she said as she urged me forward causing my large womanly breasts to bobble and swing pendulously in front of me. She quickly centered the lace trimmed satin cups and steered my waiting, jiggling breasts into them then quickly had me stand as she hooked the four sturdy hooks at the back. After she adjusted the white satin shoulder straps the brassiere pulled my breasts in tight causing them to stand straight out and mound on my chest which gave me an unmistakable womanly cleavage! She snugged the lace trimmed glossy white satin panties over my bottom and marveled at the lace trim at the leg openings with the little blue satin bows at the front of each leg. She marveled further to see my now genuine womanly vaginal mound complete with the slit cleft at the front lower center of the panties just where it was supposed to be. She ran her hand over the front of the shimmering panties then felt the lips and the cleft and she worked her hand over my crotch. "Mmmmmm, nice and feminine now, hummm Princess?" She giggled as she continued dressing me. She added an abbreviated white satin chimese over the brassiere for a type of corset cover then wrapped the corset around my waist. As she did so one of the other ladies threaded the three garters per leg through the panties while the other lady sorted through the petticoats on the bed. I began to feel faint and felt a warm glow and felt giddy as the tranquilizer began kicking in. Mrs. Hathaway began lacing me into the corset and heard me giggle a bit as I wobbled in a mild stupor. "There! She won't struggle now will you dear? Mmmmmm, Feels good doesn't it Princess?" She giggled as she quickly laced me into the matching white satin corset. It was longer than the ones I was used to. This one came up just under the bust and went to the hips for the most accentuated hour glass effect. I gasped as I felt the corset tighten and begin gleaming in the light. The blue satin stays terminating top and bottom in matching little blue satin bows. I gasped once again as Mrs. Hathaway tugged and cinched the corset then complained it was getting too tight. "I'm sorry dear," she giggled. "The dress only has a 22 inch waist and we simply must make sure you fit into it," she said as she pulled and tugged at the laces yet again. My bust heaved and my hips wiggled as the corset tightened and began to creak as it gleamed in the room light, and all the while my waist continued to shrink smaller and smaller looking tiny in comparison to my heaving bust and my now wide and womanly hips. I felt a bit dizzy as she finally finished and tied the laces in a tight double knot at the back so they couldn't slip or loosen accidentally. They had me take a seat on the bed and quickly began working the sheer, seamed fully fashioned white garter stockings up my shapely legs then gartered them to the lace trimmed straps complete with blue satin ribbons at the end of each garter. They then smoothed the stockings tight and after making sure the seams were razor straight they pulled the garters up and clipped them tight. They then added a pair of white, patent leather ankle strap sandals with a full 6 inch heel then finished by clipping a delicate ankle bracelet complete with a small gold heart on my left ankle. Two matching lace trimmed garters of shiny blue satin with little seed pearls done up in heart shapes at the center of each one was pulled up my legs just below the gleaming white welts of the tightly gartered nylons I had on. "Lets get her on her feet" Grace said as they helped me up. I was feeling light headed and groggy but they continued. I heard the loud swish of the petticoats and as they held my arms to keep me from falling. Then as the first petticoat was held out and open I put one high heeled foot inside and followed it with the other. I then felt the cool frictionless wisp as the fluffy, layered white nylon chiffon petticoat was pulled up and into place. Mrs. Hathaway quickly tied the ties at the back of the corset while the other ladies quickly gathered the second one and carefully worked it over my head and arms. Once it was fluffed out it too was securely tied at the waist. The third petticoat wasn't as fluffy and soft as the first or as stiff as the second one. This one was all done in white satin complete with layered tiers, the bottom of which contained delicate eyelet lace trim all around and several feminine blue satin ribbons and bows to set the bottom hem off. I heard the long zipper on the wedding gown being pulled down as I teetered on the heels. I was sat back down on the edge of the four poster bed as the ladies gathered the gleaming white satin gown and holding the skirt high they carefully fitted it over my head taking great pains not to muss my hair or makeup. They then fitted my arms through the long pouffy sleeves and began buttoning the four satin covered buttons at each of the long, stiff wrist cuffs. They smoothed and worked the dress down into place easily over all that frictionless satin and soon it was down around my waist. Mrs. Hathaway had me stand then steadied me as the other two ladies pulled the skirt of the dress down and out over all the voluminous petticoats. Grace then got in behind me and after smoothing the gleaming satin gown out she began working up the long zipper at the back. I heard the swish of the zipper and felt the snugness as the dress closed in around me until finally she had zipped me all the way in and she was hooking the clasp at the back of the neck. "Be a dear and button her in while I get her veil," Mrs. Hathaway said as she reached for the double layered white nylon chiffon veil with the white satin ribbon trim. I could feel the lady in the back as she began buttoning the 25 satin covered buttons at the back of the elegant, old fashioned dress. I was caught off guard to feel two quick sprays of perfume cover my face then before I could protest Mrs. Hathaway quickly flipped up the veil and securely bobby-pinned the little white satin cap to my head. She then swished out the veil and checked my makeup as the lady finished buttoning me into the dress. "Hold the front of the dress and petticoats out of the way Penny," Mrs. Hathaway cautioned. "We don't want you to take a nasty fall after all that work and on your special day now do we?" she said. As the ladies followed me as I did the best I could with the dresses white satin train draped over my right forearm while it took both hands to hold up the front of the dress! But then soon, we were in the limo on the way to the ceremony. We pulled up in front of the church and parked. I then heard the swish of the white chiffon veil as Mrs. Hathaway lifted it up then took my little purse in hand. "Let's freshen your makeup Princess then off you go," she said with a smile. "I...I ca...can't go through with it," I gasped as I froze and held onto the armrest and the door handle as the ladies exited the car. Mrs. Hathaway pulled at my arms but to no avail. "You come along dear or what you suffered in the past by not getting a job and living in a dismal apartment will seem like a vacation!" she whispered loudly as she continued struggling with me. "What can you do to me you haven't already done?" I said as I began to tear up. "Imagine hanging by your manicured thumbs in an Afghanistan prison!" she said and knowing her resources I harbored no doubt especially now. She saw a tear on my cheek that angered her further. She then quickly lifted my veils up and out of the way then took her compact and quickly powdered me dry. "You ruin your makeup Princess and you'll be sorry, understand!?" she said as she quickly finished her work and fluffed the veils back down. I released my grip on the door handle and complied. She was just smoothing the veil out when the back door of the limo opened and instantly her demeanor went from dour and serious to bubbly and gregarious. It took some doing especially since my dress and all the petticoats nearly filled the back seat but somehow I made it outside and after gathering the front of the dress while Grace and her two lady friends came up from behind making sure my train was spread out and not tangled I went inside the building. I felt faint as everyone got into place and Mrs. Hathaway put the flowers in my hands. And then she quickly left for her seat up front. I noticed Lane in his black tuxedo down in front and noticed the crowd that had gathered. And sure enough I noticed many of the powerful men who had gotten with Lane's father and had merged companies. Then the music started. My head began to spin as I stood there. I couldn't have imagined this in a thousand years, me the blushing bride! I became even more nervous as everyone looked my way and then realized I had to move, to get this over with! I took a step and a half before I heard the swish of satin and the heavy gleaming white gown began to move with me. And as I made my way down the aisle my head finally began to clear. The ceremony was official and was as much of a blur as the reception that followed. I was exhausted as we made it to the ship that evening for the start of our around the world cruise. Lane carried me into the bridal suite and we toasted the day with champaign. But it wasn't long until that groggy, dizzy feeling returned once again. I tried to get off the chair but could hardly stand. Lane gathered me up then carried me to the bed as I mumbled a protest! "Mother said you would probably need a tranquilizer on our honeymoon night. But don't you worry, I haven't touched you except for that time in my room and tonight I'll be the perfect gentleman," he said as he sat me on the bed, held me close then began undoing the buttons and the zipper at the back of the dress. He then unhooked my brassiere and pulled the front of the dress open to reveal my quite real breasts and marveled as he watched the nipples engorge and stiffen in the cool room air. He then laid me down and fluffed the dress and all the petticoats up to reveal my tight lace trimmed white satin panties! I heard him gasp as I laid there. "You're even prettier than I could have imagined," he said. I lifted my head to see him fumbling with my panties then felt the satiny material as he worked them down my legs. He quickly undid his cumberbund to reveal his stiff, engorged manhood straining at the front of his pants! He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to reveal his throbbing hard on as he moved between my nyloned legs. He laid on top of me kissing me then sucking and fondling my now jutting, jiggling breasts as his excitement grew. He then got on top of me between my legs and took hold of his throbbing erection and began working it against the slit, probing and pushing gently trying to find the opening. I gasped a girlish gasp as I looked to the mirrored ceiling then heard Lane moan and groan as I felt him work inside of me then spread my legs further and then start humping me excitedly. "I won't hurt you baby, don't worry, I won't hurt you. That's it just relax," he said as he began humping me with full strokes. "We're all married nice and legal now, so it's okay," he said excitedly. "Everything's going to be just fine, you'll see," he gasped as he continued. "Ahhhhh, fe...feels sooooo good baby, feels sooo goood!" he said as he stroked excitedly until he buried himself to the hilt and began twitching violently deep inside of me! I was so groggy I barely remember him pulling out and then awoke early in the morning to champaign and strawberries in bed. The honeymoon evening was over and the cruise had now begun. I had managed to pack the bridal outfit away in one of the large steamer trunks and managed to find something simple for going up on deck. It was a white woman's slack outfit with a low cut scoop neckline with a feminine but nautical trim. I found a pair of cork wedge sandals with the standard 5 inch heel and picked out a matching pink satin and lace bra and panty set then got dressed. Make up was minimal and I managed to comb my hair out into a tight ponytail. I gathered my matching purse as we left our bridal suite for our turn on deck. We ate breakfast and I found myself falling deeper into my feminine character than I thought possible. Both Lane and I had been given our orders so it was agreed we'd make the best of things. We then enjoyed the day playing shuffleboard and doing other activities and I noticed a few of Lanes friends had taken the same cruise. They noticed us, they noticed me the now "Trophy wife" and they noticed my feminine appearance and how I looked and how I moved and how trim my waist was and how my ample breasts jiggled in my tight short sleeved blouse and they noticed my now wide and womanly hips and as Grace had foretold they also noticed my tight little "V" shaped mound with just a hint of vaginal slit showing. Yes, I was definitely a woman now, there wasn't any doubt. I was Mrs. Lane Hathaway now!