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I'm sitting at my desk in the SAS Raddison hotel at Manchester Airport, gently sipping chardonnay. In the mirror above the desk my female self stares back. My hair is dark and shoulder length, my make up very delicate pinks I feel the gentle breeze of the air conditioning around the tops of my opaque black stockings attached by thick suspender straps with metal eyes and clasps to my black transformation corset which has a black lace trim. The corset which I have pulled as tight as I can by myself nips my waste and constricts my breathing. The black control panties and long line black bra which is filled with silicone breast forms virtually cover the corset giving and almost Basque like appearance. My outfit is a simple striped M+S blouse and thin black A line skirt that rests gently on my hips and flows down to my 3 inch high black knee length boots. I am desperately trying to write a sequel to my first story Escape to Femininity. I hadn't planned to but the feed back was so great that I feel I should at least give it a try. But at the moment I've got writers block, so I walk to the full length hotel window over looking the airport, to see people scurrying along the walkways between the terminals. God how I wish I had the courage to go down stairs and join them dressed as I am, but for now my only release is in my hero(ine) Emily. I take another sip of chardonnay my other hand traces the corset suspender straps and plays with the metal clasp through the skirts thin material. I look out across the airport an idea springs to mind. I go back to the desk and start typing. It's only a short story but I hope it's greeted as enthusiastically as my first story and with feed back it may encourage me to continue with the tales of Emily or maybe even our new hero(ine). KERRY AND THE SECURITY CHECK It had been a pleasant 3 day break in the Lowlands of Scotland, a cottage on the banks of a small Loch, free from prying neighbours like my London flat which I shared with my Fianc?e Kate. She had gone away for a week's business trip to the US and I'd taken the opportunity to take a short break away from it all. I was in the main but still small bedroom that was practically filled by the furniture of a double bed, wardrobe and dressing table on which my make up, perfume and accessories were laid out. I had already packed all my male belongings and was now packing my female attire. The basics like my silicone breasts and underwear were already packed but my main outfits still hung on the wardrobe door, the breeze from the open window overlooking the Loch gentle moving the hem of my essential little black dress. With a sigh I packed them in the case before clearing away the dressing table. I was just about finished packing when and un-resistible urge over came me to have the feeling of feminity for just that bit longer. I stripped of my male attire and reopened the case with my male clothes in and placed my boxer shorts inside, before I reopened my identical female case and removed my favourite underwear and a pack of new stockings. The underwear was a simple black satin, the bra with full cups hid my silicone breasts fully and through the thin silky material the artificial nipples were visible, between the cleavage a simple black bow for decoration. The suspender belt was deep and brought in my waist, again pure simple black satin, the only decoration a bow in mid centre on the top band that came just under my belly button. To the long dangling suspenders that had old fashioned metal clips, not the new fragile plastic things that constantly come off, I attached the new pair of black silk stockings with deep lace trim at the top. The feeling was electric as I slowly rolled them up my hairless legs. (Catherine my fianc?e believed I had very little if no body hair, but I had been removing it even before we had met and took the opportunity to do so in the shower facilities provided at work) The final part of the underwear was a pair of black briefs, again with a simple black bow on the waist band. Before bringing them fully up I tucked my small penis back between my legs and pulled the panties up to give me a feminine mound. In the mirror had it not been for the empty sagging bra cups I would have made a very passable female, being only 5'4" with long mousey blonde hair that came down to below my collar. At the moment my hair was down, washed and very feminine but I would soon have to scrunch it up into a more male style. I slipped my chino's and dark blue shirt over the top confident that with my jacket on that the outline of the bra would not be visible, only I would know what was hidden beneath my male clothes. With everything packed I closed the cases, then tumbled the combinations, to the same on both cases, the only difference a scratch down the side of the case in which my male attire was in. The pristine case contained all my female clothes and it would be that identical bag that I would check in whilst I kept my male clothes as hand baggage. After all, I could do with out my skirts, shoes and blouses for a while if they went astray but my male clothes, those I needed. With everything packed, I put both cases in the boot of the British racing green mini cooper hire car and had a last look around to make sure I had not forgotten nothing, a final look at the shimmering loch on the banks of which I had spent three happy days as my female persona Nicola then back to the car to drive the 80 miles to Edinburgh airport to catch the last British Airways shuttle to Heathrow. The drive up had only taken 2 hours but that had been mid day, this was rush hour on the outskirts of Edinburgh and by the time I reached the Forth road bridge I had already taken 2 and an half hours and was eating into the time that I had allowed my self at the airport. With what felt like minutes to spare I parked the mini in the Hertz lot at the airport dragged my cases out of the boot, (trunk for those in the USA) handed in the keys and made my way into the terminal. The crowd all seemed to be going in the wrong direction and I seemed to have to travel the full length of the terminal with my two smallish cases to reach the British Airways check in desk. The cue was long but I still had time on my side despite the officious check in girl, late thirty's with hair pulled that tight into a pony tail she seemed to have removed her ability to smile and any other facial features had been covered by a mask of make up, but she was in charge and she was letting everybody know it. I had just reached the head of the cue, and handed over my ticket, a hand tapped me on the shoulder with a gentle excuse me. I turned and promptly knocked over my two cases to see a pretty girl in her early twenties handing me my wallet. "You dropped this," she said handing it over. I was in the processes of thanking her when the officious voice from behind said, "Sir, for the last time, have you any luggage to check in?" I glanced down at both cases one clearly had a scratch across it. I grabbed the other and placed it on the conveyor. As the check in girl asked the usual security questions she attached the tag to the case and it disappeared through the wall behind her. That done she handed me the boarding pass and told me that the flight had already been called from gate 4. I hurried to the gate and joined yet another cue this time at security. I handed over my boarding pass that was checked, then placed my hand luggage on the conveyor to go through the x ray machine finally walking through the metal detector. BEEP. The security guard stopped me and asked me to go back through remove my jacket, watch and all items from my pockets. I did so and walked back through the arch BEEP. "Step over here please sir," said the security guard and from a shelf produced a hand held sweeper. He ran it over the top half of my body; nothing then worked his way down my legs, as it reached my thighs BEEP. The other leg the same BEEP, a cold chill ran through me. "Sir I am going to have to hand search you. Just confirm you have removed all items from your pockets." I nodded and he began to frisk me. I felt his hand find then trace the straps of my suspenders and he pulled away and looked up with a slightly puzzled look. With that an alarm rang, it was my case coming through the x ray machine, the man operating it looked at the guard and shook his head. "Sir both you and your baggage seem to be concealing something, please come with me." I was gently but firmly lead off by the male guard, another, an attractive dark haired girl in her late twenties dressed in dark trousers and simple white blouse bought my case. They used several swipe cards until we reached a room marked security suite which I thought was a rather grand title for a bare room furnished with a medical examination bed, a screen, a table on which on one side was a chair and the other side two more. The girl placed my case on the bed leaving me in the room with the original guard plus another male guard that had joined him. They indicated to the single chair and I sat down then both sat on the far side. "Sir to protect both yourself and ourselves this interview will be taped, when I say, please state your name age and address." With that he clicked the record button on the tape recorded on the table. "The time is 1909 at Edinburgh Airport Security Suite on the 26 September 2006. Present are Security Officer Craig McDonald and my self Senior Security Officer Andy Fraiser, the suspect is," he nodded at me, "Kerry Edinginton, 26 Flat 3 27 Upper Skelton Street Kensington London." "The gentleman was detained by me, this evening under suspicion of concealing items during a metal detection scan and for his luggage failing a security x ray test. Sir are you concealing anything beneath your clothing?" I shook my head. "For the tape the suspect shook his head, is that a no sir?" "No I have only my underwear on beneath these clothes," I said hoping that that truth would end this nonsense here and now. "Sir I'd like you to remove your outer garments down to your underwear to assert that you are not concealing any metallic items that have been detected by two detectors." I hesitated. "Please sir remove your trousers." I stood and felt myself began to shake as I undid my boot laces, I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes. I hadn't wanted this humiliation in public I had been quiet happy alone enfemme and enjoying the last feeling of feminity before returning to my dull grey life of business suits shirts and ties. I removed the boots, my black stocking feet now clearly visible, but still no response from the two guards. Slowly I undid the belt and slipped my trousers down. They fell around my ankles to reveal my black satin panties, the matching suspender belt with the offending metal clips and my black silk deep lace topped stockings. My cheeks were now fully blushed and tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt totally humiliated in front of the two staring guards. "For the tape the suspect has removed the trousers and is wearing female attire of stockings and suspenders." He looked at my groin, the feminine mound crated by my penis. "As I can not assert the gender of the suspect the interview is terminated until a female officer is present." The tape clicked off and both guards left the room leaving me in tears to pull my trousers back up. Minutes latter the original guard arrived with the young pretty girl with long dark hair that had brought my case into the room. The original guard clicked the tape on again and went through his introductory bit again, the girl announced herself as Heather Barry, security officer. The guard then stated that the interview had previously been terminated as he was unable to assert my gender. He then asked if I was happy to continue the interview in the presence of both a male and female officer. The girl was a damn sight prettier than the other guard and would probably be more sympathetic, so I agreed. Again I was asked to remove my trousers and my shirt as well. I was left standing in the barren room in my sexy black satin underwear, which the male guard seemed to take great delight in describing to the tape concluding the fact that the alarms had been trigged by the fastening straps of my suspender belt. There was then a pause, whilst the two security guards conferred with each other. "Although dressed in male outer attire, and female under garments we are uncertain of the gender of the suspect Kerry Edington. Are you male or female?" I squeaked a little, "Male," now totally humiliated and in floods of tears. "For the tape the suspect said male. Can you prove that sir." I slowly eased my panties aside and my penis sprang forward to strain the delicate material of my panties. "That concludes the investigation into the detector alarms but the x ray machine still requires investigation. Can you please open the case Sir." The last word sounded so derogatory and so out of place. I made my way up to the medical examination table dressed in sexy black underwear. The girl beside me whispered, "I've got a set just like that, so sexy. No need to cry now, I think you look a cutie." I had deliberately made the two combinations different, 451 for my male attire and 154 for the case which contained my female attire. I picked up the case and turned it over. The scratch looked newer and alarm bells began to ring, I tried 451. No joy, so I'd checked in the wrong case during the confusion and rush at the check in desk. I dialed in 154 and the case clicked open. The male guard had joined us at the examination bed and was now pulling out my various items. As he reached the bottom of the case he found the spray of medical adhesive for my breast forms, still unused as I had not had the guts to attach them even for a short while. "What's this?" "Medical adhesive," I replied. "I need you to prove it," he replied. The girl Heather handed me a silicone breast form with a smile on her face. "I believe you use them on these," she said. I didn't have time to read the instructions fully but simply sprayed a breast form then held it in place whilst I slipped it into the full cup of my satin bra to hold it in place. Whilst I did so the girl had sprayed the other breast and handed it to me. By now the male guard had found the full breast attachment kit, he peered at it. "You know aerosols are banned in hand luggage." I nodded and with that he dropped the whole kit including solvent remover down the waste chute. "So does it stick then," said the girl. I eased my bra down and to my initial relieve the breasts stayed put, then the anguish crept in with the realisation that the solvent was in the waste chute. The guard happy that nothing else other than the aerosol cans had triggered the x ray machine closed the case back up and turned back towards me. The nipples of the breast forms pointed through the thin material straight at him and he seemed to talk at them despite the bulge in my panties. "Sorry to have troubled you but apart from the aerosols everything seems fine SIR. You can get dressed now, Heather here will help you pack and sort out your travel arrangements as it seems you've missed the last shuttle to Heathrow, Mr Edington." Brilliant, what a shit end to my mini break, the wrong case on its way to London, and me virtually strip searched and humiliated in Edinburgh. But things were just about to get a lot worse, a lot worse indeed. I tried to pull the breasts out of the cups but they were well and truly stuck, I looked at panic at Heather the beautiful Scots security guard. "Och just put this and your jacket on that will cover them up," she said handing me my shirt. The first few buttons were ok but it soon became apparent that the buttons of my size 34 chest shirt would not fasten over my newly attached C cup breasts. I looked frantically at the guard named Heather. She smiled back and handed me my white and pale pink blouse. "Perhaps this." With that I burst into tears and she came and put her arm around me. "Look, it's not that bad, you obviously enjoy dressing like this, so let me help you get dressed, and presentable. Then I'll sort you out with flights and hotels. Is it ok if I call you Kerry? Mr Edington seems a bit formal if not a little ridiculous given the circumstances." I nodded. "Good call me Heather," she said in her lilting West Coast accent. "Now let's get you dressed." She rummaged through the case, ignoring my underwear and nighties and dragged out my clothes again. There was my simple black dress, that had a bodice style top and the skirt that flared out from the hips to end in a laced hem just on the knee. She dismissed that as to classy for the airport and someone travelling. My skinny ribbed red jumper she put to one side as a possibility but the grey check pleated miniskirt that I normally wore with it she dismissed as to short as I was wearing sheer lace top stockings. That left my dark grey pinstripe business skirt suit or a simple white and floral pattern dress that my black underwear would clearly show through. I but on the white and very pale pink blouse having no difficulty with the buttons after 3 days of dressing. Then I slipped on the suit skirt, it came to just on the knee and had kick pleats at the front. By now Heather had found my make up and hair accessories and she made me sit on the edge of the medical examination table whilst she did my hair with the gas curlers, then my make up. She handed me a simple silver chain and matching clip on ear rings. "You look great," she said beaming with joy at her work and handing me a small make up mirror in which I tried to take in her efforts. Whilst Heather packed my belongings in to the case I slipped my wallet, house keys and mobile into a black shoulder bag. Heather handed me some make up to put in it too. Then I put on the matching grey pinstripe suit jacket, and the black patent 3 inch heels. "Very smart. You look every inch the business woman. Now let's get a flight sorted for tomorrow." We again went through several swipe card security doors before we reached the nearly deserted main concourse of the terminal. I felt very conscious of the noise my heels were making on the floor, as it echoed in the terminal. I expect those people still left in the terminal to turn and stare, but it was only a few lads that did, and there looks were lustful and admiring rather than of scorn. My confidence began to rise as I clicked along side Heather, catching my reflection in the large glass windows of the terminal. We reached the British Airways desk, the girl behind dressed in her BA uniform was just tidying away for the evening. "Hello, Heather form security. We stopped this lady boarding your last shuttle to Heathrow, her boarding card was in error, the name of Mr Edington rather than Miss. Unfortunately she missed the flight, can you reschedule her for tomorrow." The girl behind the BA desk smiled, "Bare with me a second." She walked to the back of the small booth and bent down to reach a bottom draw. The red pleat at the back of her navy blue skirt showed as she raised a black stocking leg up behind her. She returned with a form. "sorry Miss I just need you to fill this out please," she said handing me a pen. I filled in my details but was careful to leave the Mr Mrs Miss Ms box blank. As I did do she clicked away on the computer. "Sorry the first few shuttles are full though I can get you on the 3:30. Is that ok?" I whispered a, "Yes," and the girl smiled back. "I take it you'll only have hand luggage now." This time I just nodded. "That's ok. I'll print your tickets and boarding card off now, save you having to que tomorrow, just go straight to the gate." She smiled again. "I'll also let Heathrow know about your checked in baggage." I thanked her and left again following Heather. "Right then we need some where for you to spend the night, let's try the Caledonian. It's not far, I'll give you a lift." My mind was racing. With a 3.30 shuttle I could get a taxi into Edinburgh to a chemist to get some solvent and still get back to the airport in time, but I'd need somewhere to change or I could travel enfemme and undress at home as Kate was not due back till early the following morning. We left the terminal and went out into the cold night air. I could feel the chill around my stocking tops as we hurried through the puddles to reach Heather's car in the staff car park. I was careful as I sat in the car to smooth my skirt under me trying to stop it riding up. The drive to the hotel was uneventful. I got out with Heather and went through the rotating front door and walked heels clicking on the marble floor to the reception desk. The Receptionist was dressed in a greenish tartan skirt and cream blouse, her blonde hair tied back in a pony tail. Heather started the conversation, "Hello Heather from airport security, this Lady missed her flight because of security checks, can you get her a room please." The girl taped away at the computer. "Certainly if it's just this evening, what's the name please" "Kerry Edington," I replied thankful that I had at least a male/female name. "Is that Miss?" I paused and then said, "Yes." "Address please." I gave the girl my address, she then asked for a credit card, I opened my shoulder bag and searched through the emptied contents of my wallet to find my debit card as the name on that was just K Edington. The girl swiped the card and asked me to enter my pin code. The machine sat flashing away then came up as denied. "Sorry that's been rejected miss, do you have any other cards?" I did, two VISA cards one a joint one with Kate named Mr K Edington and Miss K Fowler, and another one with just Mr Kerry Edington. I handed over the latter to the girl hoping that she would not notice. She did. "Sorry miss this card is in the name of a Mister Edington not Miss, I am afraid I'll have to call the night manager." She picked up the phone and explained the card details. I was expecting a man but was somewhat relieved when a Lady dressed similarly to the girl in reception appeared. "Leave this to me," said Heather, and went with the Night Manager across to one side of reception. I couldn't quit make out the whispered conversation but the Night Manageress kept glancing over at me. The conversation lasted a few minutes before the both came over to me. "I think I've sorted something," said Heather. "MISS Edington would you like to come through to the office please." I nodded and Heather and I followed her into the office. She indicated two arm chairs and as I sat again careful to smooth my skirt and not sit too far back in the chair. She closed the office door. "MISS Edington I am sure you'll agree that the receptionist was quiet right to refuse your card as you are clearly not MR Edington." I nodded. Heather sat next to me looked across and gentle took my hand in hers and knowing what was coming next gave it a gentle squeeze. "Heather here assures me that you are MR Edington, though I do find that hard to believe." I blushed bright red and Heather again squeezed my hand. "I couldn't see a young lady especially one as beautiful and as special as you wandering the streets of Edinburgh for the night, but you do have no means of payment." She smiled. "Heather here has suggested that you might be willing to work for your board." Heather squeezed my hand again, I nodded. "Well that's all sorted then, I understand you have an afternoon shuttle to catch, but we can still use you say between 7 and 2, that's 7 hours. We should cover the cost of using the Staff Bed for the night. If you come with me we'll get you sorted so you can get to bed." I said goodbye to Heather and thanked her help, to my surprise she gave me a little hug and a peck on my cheek, as she did so her hand traced the outline of my bra straps through my suit. I followed the night manageress with my case, to the lift which we used to reach the top floor of the hotel. The room marked Duty Manager was directly opposite the lift, she used a key on a chain around her waist to unlock the door. She flicked on the lights and I followed her inside. It was you're usual hotel room with bathroom en-suite as soon as you came through the door but in the main area were normally a double bed would sit was a single bed. The rest of the space was filled with a clothes rail from which hung clothes similar to those worn by the night manager and the receptionist. I placed my case on the bed and turned to see her already at the rail. "You can't work in the morning dressed like that. Let's get you fitted out." She pulled out a classic black and white house keepers dress. My heart nearly stopped. "No you're to pretty to waste in house keeping," she said putting the dress back on the rail. "Well don't just stand there, take your clothes off so you can try these on." I unfastened my jacket and laid it on the bed before I slipped off the matching grey skirt over my stocking clad legs and black patent leather heels, then slowly unfastened the white and pale pink blouse to lay that on the bed. For the second time that evening I stood before a complete stranger in my female underwear, the black satin full cup bra with simple bow that now hid my attached silicone breast forms. The matching black panties pulled up over the suspender belt from the same set with the offending metal clasps that had lead me into this predicament. The manageress eyed me up and down, and handed me a cream blouse with high neck and ruffled front. I slipped it on. "I take if you have some white underwear as the stuff you're wearing shows through that, and you'll need some natural or tan tights for the morning." "It's ok, I've got those," I replied surprising myself with my confidence. Next came a kilt, though a different tartan from those I'd seen the manageress and receptionist wearing. This was a yellowy green, that when I looked in the mirror actually suited my mousey blonde hair that Heather had styled into loose waves. "You'll need these as well," she said handing over a matching waist coat and simple Short Black jacket. "The forecast is cold wet and windy for tomorrow and you'll be in and out of reception." I finished dressing; again the manageress looked me up and down, and seemed satisfied with my appearance. "You'll do," she said, "be outside my office 7 o'clock tomorrow morning so I suggest you get a good night sleep. Goodnight Mr Edington." I woke early next morning, showered. I tried to move the breast forms but they pulled painfully at my skin. It was apparent that they were still well and truly stuck in place. The reflection in the mirror as I stepped over the edge of the bath was quiet funny, a feminine upper body with large pert breasts contrasting my small limp penis. Having dried off and wrapping the towel around me to cover my new breasts I refreshed my hairstyle before applying some make up, a soft pink lipstick and some blue eye shadow. I searched through the case and found my last set of clean white undies. The bra was again a full cup that hid totally my false silicone breasts. Plain virginal white and smooth, the straps were ruffled in a pale blue and a matching rose bud detail was in between the cleavage. The panties were fashionably large and were simple pure white detailed only by the rose bud in the centre of waist band. The matching suspender belt was hidden by the panties but on the protruding V's of material from which the straps dangled were rose bud details. Like my black set of the previous day the clips were metal and held my natural tan stockings with lace tops in place. I looked in the mirror pleased with my feminine appearance, but glad that it would be only me seeing my underwear today. I opened the curtains, the manageress had been right although it was still dark rain hammered on the window and I could hear the wind whistling around the building. I put on the blouse then skirt, and matching waste coat. Looking at the weather I decided to take the jacket with me. I placed all my things in my case locked it and left the room and took the lift down to the ground floor and made my way to the manager's office and knocked on the door. "Ah Kerry, good, most presentable. I am off at 8, but I've left a note for the on coming manager that you're a trainee manager from the London Caledonian and that you're to be used in reception for the day but have to leave at 2 to fly back. A reasonable story rather than the truth don't you think?" she said with a smile. "Especially as Mr James hands have been known to wander occasionally." With that she took me through to reception. "The easiest thing for you will be express reception desk by the door." Desk was too grand a name for it was merely a lectern type affair with glass touch screen. She showed me how to check in pre booked and paid customers and for those customers that had expressed checked out in the evening how to print out a final statement. When not busy doing that I simply had to welcome and say goodbye to the visitors as they came and went and help them if they required any help. The first to start leaving were the business users, most travelling light, and it soon became busy, the rotating door was obviously to slow for some who used the door at the side, as they did so the wind would howl around my stocking clad legs and on one occasion a gust sent my kilt rising. I sent out a little eek and quickly crouched to gather it back down before standing back up to finish another express checkout. The rush to check out had finished by 10 and it was then that I became aware of the new manager Mr James, standing behind main reception. Every time I glanced over he seemed to be staring at me and I began to feel more and more self conscious. I began to blush and feel uncomfortably warm. Although I didn't want to I took off the waist coat and placed it behind main reception, followed by his endless gaze. Just before lunch a coach party of elderly tourists arrived. The rain was hammering down and it was blowing a gale outside. Mr James came over to me, and handed me an umbrella. "Well girl, don't just stand there, go outside and welcome them." I made to turn to go to the main reception to retrieve my waist coat and jacket. "Hurry girl, no time for that, otherwise they'll get soaked between the bus and the entrance." He gave me a tap on the bum and I felt his hand linger. I grabbed the umbrella and went out the rotating doors, my black patent heels clicking on the marble floor. Once outside I opened the umbrella the wind tugged at it and I made my way to stand between the small gap of the awning and the bus door. Slowly the tourists made their way down the steps and into the hotel. As they did so I did as best as I could to greet them with a "Hello" or a "Welcome to the Caledonian" doing battle with one hand with the umbrella, the other desperately trying to keep my skirt from billowing up as the wind got under the pleats. The rain hammered down and despite the umbrella which was mainly protecting the visitors I could feel the thin material of the blouse becoming soaked and sticking to my arms and back. Then just as I held out a helping hand to an old gentleman a huge gust came causing the umbrella to flip inside out and my skirt to raise fully right up to the waist band. I screamed as all was revealed to those people in the hotel foyer who had turned at my scream to see not only my lacy tan stocking tops, white suspender straps, but my white panties full exposed. I let go of the umbrella and it flew of into the distance with that hand free I desperately did battle with the billowing tartan material. The man on the bus let go of my hand and at last I managed to get the kilt back under control and recover my composure. The man on the bus smiled, "How embarrassing," was all I could say to him but he merely replied with, "You've made and old man very happy dear," and patted my hand. I followed the last guest in through the rotating door still doing battle with the kilt as the wind tugged at it. The white blouse was soaked and virtually transparent so that blue detailing on the virginal white bra was clearly visible. Mr James came across and tutted, "Go up stairs and sort yourself out you look like a drowned rat girl." I went to the lift and took it back up to the top floor and back to the Duty Managers room where my case was. I locked the door behind me and stripped off the soaked white blouse and damp kilt. Dressed only in the plain virginal white underwear, the bra with full smooth cups, the straps ruffled in a pale blue and a matching rose bud detail in between the cleavage. The largish panties were simple pure white detailed only by the rose bud in the centre of waist band. The matching suspender belt was hidden by the panties but on the protruding V's of material from which the straps dangled were rose bud details. Like my black set of the previous day the clips were metal and held my natural tan stockings with lace tops in place. I walked into the ensuite, my high heels clicking on the tiled floor. I grabbed a towel and dried my hair, which was plastered to my face. Once done I reapplied my make up and went back into the bedroom area and placed the make up bag back into my case before going back into the ensuite to use the high drier. I gently dried the hair back into a feminine style, the noise of the dryer echoing around the ensuite. I clicked the hair dryer off and turned to go back into the bedroom. There in the door stood Mr James the Duty Manager, who had obviously let himself in with his key. "My my aren't you a little hottie Ms Edington." I grabbed a towel and tried to cover up my underwear but without much success, as he grabbed the towel and yanked it away and I flinched one arm crossing my breasts the other across my groin. "Oh so coy, you weren't that shy outside flashing those lovely legs right up to your panties were you." I stepped back, and he followed gradually easing closer to me. "You know you want it you little minx, why else would you wear stockings and suspenders." He took a final step towards me and placed a hand on my shoulder pushing me down onto the toilet seat so that I was staring at his bulging groin. I tried to stand back up but he pushed me back down onto the toilet seat. He unfastened his trousers and let them and his boxers drop to the floor to reveal his erect penis. "Now for some man management training Ms Edington." He stepped inside my legs forcing them wide open so that he stood that close that his penis brushed against my lips. "Now manage this you little minx," and with one hand on my shoulder he grabbed my jaw forcing my mouth open so that he could slip his erect penis into my mouth. "You mention this and I'll let London know you were useless trainee who made it all up." With that he thrust his huge penis into my mouth, its girth forcing my mouth wider. He released his hand from my jaw and grabbed a handful of hair and angled my head up so that I could take his full length into my mouth. I tried to scream and protest but only mumbles came out. "Oh enjoying it are we," he said and began to thrust faster and faster. "Oh yes." I could taste his salty precum and looked up into his eyes and tried to shake my head. "Oh you don't want to swallow." He gave a last thrust and with that came in my mouth. I started to gag but he kept his cock in my mouth forcing me to swallow. "Lick it clean minx." Once satisfied he dragged me through to the bed area and pushed me onto the bed. I was by this time in a flood of tears and frantically grabbed the duvet to cover myself up. "Oh shut up and get dressed, you've been giving me the come on all morning and unless you want more I suggest you leave now." With that he walked out. I walked to the door that he had left wide open and closed it, not only turning the lock but applying a chain as well. My last pair of tan stockings had been laddered in the assault so sitting on the edge of the bed I unclipped them and left them discarded on the floor. I reached behind me and unfastened the suspender belt and slipped it out from beneath my matching panties. Dressed in bra and panties I went back to the ensuit and threw up in the toilet. Eventually I felt able to move and I cleaned my teeth, reapplied the pale pink lipstick and light blue eye shadow and mascara to my naturally long lashes. I went back through to the bedroom and opened the case the only hosiery I had left was a pair of black opaque tights. I opened the packet and struggled into the tights, eventually pulling them up to the waist band of the panties and the blue rose bud detail. I took the red skinny rib jumper out of the case and slipped it on, and it contoured my body. I pulled up the grey check miniskirt and was glad that I'd had a moment of sensibleness rather than sexiness and bought opaque tights rather than stockings. I pulled on the black suede knee length boots with two inch heels and zipped them up. I redid my hair and placed everything back in the case and shut it up. I grabbed the black shoulder bag and case and left the room and took the lift down to the ground floor and quickly hurried past reception, glad that Mr James was not present, through the rotary doors and out. At least it had stopped raining and with no cash for a taxi I made my way the short distance to the airport on foot, the gale was dying down but the wind still tugged at the hem of my skirt. Once in the airport I found a cash machine and withdrew some cash and grabbed a coffee from the caf?, waiting for the 3:30 shuttle to Heathrow to be called. It seemed a while but I was now happier, soon I would be on my way home, a flight, tube trip with a quick stop at a chemist and I would be home. Tomorrow once I'd got the breasts off I'd go back and get my case and if I timed it right meet Kate off her flight. In the mean time I just people watched, or rather female watched, taking in the clothes the hair and the make up, my favourites being the impeccably turned out hostesses. Once the flight was called I made my way straight to the gate and again went through security, this time with no hassle as I was not wearing the offending suspender belt The flight down was un eventful the plane was half empty and the hostesses most friendly, and I was glad of the two Gin and Tonics I had on the way down south. I arrived in London at rush hour and the tube was packed. I struggled on with my case and stood beside the door. The tube moved from side to side and I am sure at one point a hand caressed my backside. I turned but could see only a bored looking woman behind me as we stood shoulder to shoulder. The stop before mine I got off and made my way to the escalator, the drafts in the station tugging at the pleated mini skirt. Once at ground level I made my way out of the station and into the dark street and turned left to head towards my flat. The walk was only a short distance but it would take me past a chemist. The chemist was thankfully empty and he didn't query why I wanted a solvent to remove medical adhesive. The evening was becoming colder. I dragged my case behind me, my shoulder bag across my body, the strap crossing my cleavage which I noticed the reactive breast were indeed reacting to the chill night air my nipples sticking out slightly through the skinny ribbed red jumper. I reached the end of my street. It looked deserted and I hurried to the front of the apartment. I entered the entry code and crossed the foyer as quickly as I could, heels clicking on the floor. I decided not to risk the lift but instead took the stairs to the second floor. I eased open the door slightly, the coast was clear and I scurried to the front door, key at the ready. I unlocked the door and placed the bag with the medical adhesive on the shelf near the door as well as my keys. Finally I dragged in my case and shutting the door breathed a sigh of relief to be home at last. I bent over and started to unzip the boots. "Is that you honey?" came Kate's voice from the bedroom. I jumped up the back of my head hitting the shelf sending the bottle crashing to the ground to smash but I'd hit the shelf that hard that I was out cold on the floor by the time Kate came from the bedroom dressed in a sexy black Basque with red trimmings, black stockings and heels, her long flame red hair loosely tied in a ponytail. "Honey, honey are you ok?" I opened my eyes slowly. I gradually focused on the wardrobe doors on which hung the little black dress, grey pin strip suite and floral dress. "Kate..." I tried to sit up but couldn't move my arms or legs. "Keep still honey, you've been out for 20 minutes. I nearly called an Ambulance, but I didn't think you'd want that." With that Kate came into view, still dressed in her sexy black Basque with red detail with deep lace stockings and heels she bent and grabbed the corner of the duvet and pulled it off the bed. "I thought you might want to explain this." With the duvet gone I could see that Kate had stripped me down to my virginal white underwear with blue detailing, the bra still filled by the firmly attached C cups, and using dressing gown cords and my ties had tied me ankle and wrist to the bed. "Well Kerry-" She came onto the bed and straddled me. Her hand came down and rested on the silky material of the panties. "Why are you dressed as a girl with a suitcase full of female clothes?" She gently began to tease my penis through the silky material. "I.. I.." was all I could stammer. "You didn't think I knew that you had that case under the spare bed?" She rubbed the panties a bit harder. "Or wonder why I never noticed that you shaved your legs and took so much interest when I go clothes shopping." The front of the panties were now bulging as my small penis was fully erect. "Kate I am sorry just untie me please, I promise I won't dress again." "Oh yes you will, I've known you dressed since the day we met and you looked so cute in that outfit you had on, and I'd love to see you in that little black dress for a romantic candle lit dinner at home tomorrow, but first we need to go shopping to get you some more stockings and perhaps some new outfits. If it's warm enough you can wear your dress or otherwise your sassy little business suit." And with that she eased both our panties aside and straddled me and gently rode back and forth on my erect penis, both our breast bobbing until we both came. 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