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Chapter 2
It all kind of fizzled out when they realised that as nice as it would be
to have another go, both of them had to go to work and it was with no
small measure of regret that Chris rolled his stockings down his legs and
off, placing them with his suspender belt and wishing that he could just
call in sick or something. Stood in front of the mirror, he tried to
remove the breast forms and try as he might, he couldn't. They were
firmly stuck in place and wouldn't budge, except to take the real bits of
him with them.
"JESS!" he yelled.
"What!?" she yelled back.
"How do I get these bloody tits off?"
"Oh shit!" she said.
"What 'Oh Shit'?" he asked.
"I didn't bring the bloody solvent with the forms and the glue."
"Well that was smart. You'll have to go and get it then won't you?"
"I can't. Mum's not going to be home until tonight, maybe tomorrow. I'm
afraid you'll have to live with them for another day."
"You're mad. I can't do that. I have a meeting with Bill from SolTech
today," he said, beginning to panic. "I'm doomed," he said morosely,
sinking to the floor. Jess stood in silence thinking while he sat there
on the bathroom floor in a state of shock.
"Has he met you before?" she asked finally.
"No. Why?"
"Then you're not doomed. Just go as a woman, rather than Chris. He'll
never know will he?"
"I can't do it, Jess," he said.
"You did it last night and no-one knew who you were even, never mind that
you weren't really a woman."
"Yeah, but this is different. For a start, there's no subdued lighting
and no alcohol. It's going to be a brightly-lit office with a totally
sober customer."
"Then we'd better make you convincing then hadn't we?"
She was all business from that moment on. First she went back into the
bedroom and rifled through her wardrobe, pulling out things here and
there, then she brought tights, panties, the boots and girdle that he'd
worn the night before, but it was the makeup job that sold it, topped off
with a brunette bob wig that may have been old, but it fitted nicely and
actually looked better than the blonde one he wore the night before. By
the end of her ministrations, Chris looked about as girly as anyone
could.
"It's a bloody good job you're a similar size to me. Now, speak to me,"
she said.
"What?"
"Speak to me."
"What do you want me to say?" he asked.
"Soften your voice. We haven't got time for coaching so just speak
softly. That should do it."
"This is not going to work. What will the others think?"
"Well if you keep up with that kind of negativity, it definitely won't
work. As far as what the others think, you're making the best of a bad
job. You don't want your company going down hill or even under thanks to
a stupid mistake and you're doing your best to make sure that doesn't
happen. Anyway, I doubt anyone will recognise you."
He wasn't happy. A joke's a joke, but this was possibly pushing things a
little further than most people would feel comfortable with and he was
one of them.
He left the house petrified, the broad daylight of the morning coating
everything with stark clarity. He was dressed in a charcoal-grey two-
piece business suit; the skirt falling to just below the knee, black
sheer tights and boots, oh and don't forget the wig. Under the short
jacket, he wore a plain white blouse and a white bra, but underneath all
of that, he was convinced the whole street could see him; were all
actively looking and pointing fingers.
He didn't feel comfortable at all as he walked across the short paved
area to the drive and his car, the heels of his boots (he did like them
and found them oddly comfortable), striking staccato 'cracks' that he
felt sure threatened to waken everyone who wasn't awake already and draw
them to their windows. Their curtains were already twitching in his minds
eye.
Aside from the feeling of being watched by all and sundry, there were two
things that he REALLY felt uncomfortable with: one was the handbag and
the other was the change to the undercarriage. It wasn't that the handbag
was horrible (in the hands of a woman perhaps), but it was a handbag for
God's sake and carrying it made him feel a complete Nancy-boy.
The change to the undercarriage was down to the fact that he was wearing
a fairly tight skirt and that meant he had to wear fairly tight panties.
He had argued that his own pants would be fine, but Jess pointed out that
they were too thick and would show - VPL of boxers or 'Y' fronts was
inappropriate.
If that wasn't bad enough, she showed him in the mirror what even a
flaccid penis looked like under the skirt. From that point on, it was
tight panties and 'Willy' was tucked back between his legs - an
incredibly weird sensation if one hasn't tried it before, although it DID
make the front of his skirt look a lot more flattering.
He had been accosted by so much to remember, so many things not to do and
equally, so many things TO do, none of which were apparent during the
party.
The main reason for that was the fact that the heavy velvet dress he wore
hid everything. You could have had several people under that skirt
without anyone noticing. He wasn't supposed to be a girl when he was
wearing it either; he was supposed to be a man in drag for a party and
therefore, didn't have the finer nuances to remember about being female.
This time, the opposite was true and it was just fortunate that the
previous night's excursion into the realm of womanhood was realistic
enough to make today possible.
He got into the car and rummaged through the small number of things that
Jess had added to the handbag; things he would need through the day like
mobile phone, card-key for work, lipstick, hairbrush, tissues, a couple
of tampons (why?), keys and money. It was like he was a little kid going
off to school with a lunchbox that had teddy-bears on the outside rather
than Superman or Spiderman.
His nails had been left painted, and he looked at them as he put the key
in the ignition.
What the hell was he doing? Jess's voice rang in his head "...if you keep
up with that kind of negativity, it definitely won't work..." echoing
like an over-enthusiastic recording engineer's work after he had just
discovered the reverb knob.
He turned the key and the engine growled into life. He tried to arrange
his feet on the pedals as he normally did, but in the boots, it all felt
so alien. Christ, he could barely walk in the buggers, now he was going
to have to start getting dexterous.
He was a bit jerky driving down the road for the first time in those
heels. However, by about the half way point in his journey, he was
getting the hang of it, but boy did it feel strange. By the time he
pulled into the car park, he had neither lost his temper nor hit anything
and if he had, he was wearing clean underwear.
He nearly fell off his heels twice as he attempted the walk across the
car park between his car and the building, but those slips were the least
of his problems. His main concern was how he was supposed to get past
reception? Mary was sure to know who he was and he would within five
minutes, be the laughing stock of the company. He stopped, pulled his
mobile out of the purse and phoned Jamie.
"Can you come downstairs and let me in the building?"
"What? Can't you get in yourself?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I think you need to see this for yourself," he said. "And promise you
won't laugh."
"Laugh?"
"Yeah, you know; it's that thing you do when you hear a joke, or see
something funny. Just get down here."
"Okay. I promise. See you in a minute."
It was a very bemused looking Jamie who left the building some five
minutes later. Chris had gone back to his car. It was cold and as nice as
women's clothes may look, they are generally thin and not much use
against the cold, never mind the draught that was blowing up the skirt
and through the rather insubstantial panties.
He tried a casual walk across the car park, slipped off his heel and
tried a casual 'limp' instead.
Jamie looked across the rows of parked cars and turned back.
"Jamie!" shouted Chris. Once again Jamie scanned through the rows of
vehicles and looked right through him, past him or something, but he
didn't rest his gaze on him, Fortunately Chris was nearing. Jamie's
bemused look turned to a frown.
"Jamie!" Chris called again and the frown deepened as Jamie stared at
him, his 'breasts' wobbling up and down inside his jacket as he limped
towards the confused young man, causing something of a hypnotic trance to
set in on the face of the hapless Jamie.
"It's me - Chris," he said from about fifteen feet and Jamie's jaw nearly
hit the ground.
"What the hell are you doing here looking like that?"
"I had a bit of a problem."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Jess forgot to bring the solvent for the glue that holds these on, er,
my eyes are up here?" said Chris pointing at his face.
"What? Oh, yes, sorry."
"Look, I wouldn't have come in at all had it not been for the meeting
later."
"Bill will be surprised."
"Not half as much as I was, I'm sure."
"Or me." Jamie started to laugh.
"Er, Jamie," Chris prompted. "You promised."
"Yes, sorry. I forgot myself for a moment," he said and burst into fits
of giggles.
He coughed and cleared his throat and Chris could see tears starting from
the corners of his eyes, but bless him, he did hold it together long
enough to get into the building.
Chris needn't have worried about reception, as Mary hadn't arrived
anyway, but being escorted in by Jamie, certainly prevented people from
asking questions and causing more embarrassment. Upstairs, Jamie was
starting to lose it again as Chris followed him into his office, closing
the door behind them.
"The shock is Chris; you actually look quite stunning. You're a bit slim
round the butt perhaps, but apart from that, it's pretty good and I like
the hair."
"Thanks," he said smiling a bit coyly and fluttering his mascara coated
eyelashes.
"That's not going to help," said Jamie and both of them burst out
laughing.
"Who is this Bill anyway?"
"Don't know. They just said 'their representative'."
"Have you met him?"
"No."
"Well we'll just have to wait and see I suppose."
The big question of course, was what they were going to tell others. It
was alright to try and hoodwink Bill, out of necessity of course, but
what of the others at work?
Jamie suggested that Chris should be his sister.
"I suppose it might work," said Chris. "It's risky though, don't you
think?"
"No worse than you dressing up like that to come to work," Chris had to
agree.
"What's my name?"
"Chris."
"Not MY name, dumb-dumb, my sister's."
"How about Pippa, short for Philippa?"
"Do I really look like a Philippa? It's a bit 'horsy' don't you think?"
"Not really I suppose, but then does anyone? I mean look like their
names?" That was a point. Take Moon Unit Zappa for example.
"Okay. It'll do."
"Best you get back to your office and calm down, Bill will be here about
ten."
Chris sat in his office and got more and more nervous. He took a breath
as Jess's words once again imposed themselves on his mind "...if you keep
up with that kind of negativity, it definitely won't work..." which made
him steel his resolve somewhat.
He had good reason to be nervous though, when one of the secretaries,
Wendy, wandered in, took one look at him and excused herself again.
Seconds later, her head poked round the door.
"Er, I'm sorry, but who are you?"
"I'm Philippa, Chris' sister? Call me Pippa," Chris lied trying to soften
his voice like Jess had told him, smoothing the hair of the wig.
"I can see the resemblance," she said. "You could almost be twins."
'Close twins at that,' though Chris smiling inwardly, unable to tell
whether she recognised him or was just being kind. All he knew was that
she seemed quite happy and he was just about to let out a "phew!" after
she left the office, when she poked her head back round the door and
asked if he wanted coffee.
"Please. Two sugars, white please," he said.
"Like Chris!" the secretary smiled and once the door was closed behind
her, he could feel a flush creeping up his face. He just hoped it would
have dissipated by the time she came back. He continued to browse the
documentation regarding the up coming project when she came back in.
"It's nice to have another woman in here," she said, placing the coffee
down on a coaster on the desk.
"Oh?"
"I didn't mean anything by it. It's just nice to see a woman in a
position that normally seems to be exclusive for men, if you know what I
mean."
"I do, but don't get too used to it. I won't be here that long. I'm just
covering for Chris while he's away."
"Shame. Never mind. Enjoy it while it lasts then."
'How ever short a time it lasts, it'd be too long,' Chris thought. Still,
it was nice to pass for one of the girls. In fact, that thought probably
reduced his nerves more than anything else.
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The phone rang and it was Mary on reception.
"There's a visitor for you and Mr. Healey, Mr. Burton," she said.
"Thanks," he said. "By the way. It's Ms. Burton."
"Who?"
"I'm sorry, we weren't introduced. I'm Philippa, but I prefer Pippa. I'm
Chris Burton's sister."
"Well it was nice of your brother or Jamie to let me know," she said
sourly.
"I'm sorry, but you weren't there this morning or I'd have done it
myself."
"I'm sorry too Pippa. It's just it happens all the time."
"I know how you feel. I seem to be getting things sprung on me at the
last minute as well at the moment. Would you mind asking him to wait?"
"Him?"
"It IS 'Bill' who's arrived isn't it? We're expecting a Bill, from
SolTech."
"Yes, that's her."
"Her?" Chris spluttered. "The buggers! They've done it again. Would you
mind asking her to wait?"
"Certainly Pippa."
Chris headed downstairs. Bill was a woman? He wasn't prepared for that at
all. He arrived in reception and smiled at Mary.
"You must be Pippa," she said with a warm smile. Odd; Chris never got one
of those.
"Bill?" he said to the visitor.
"Hi," she said. "Belinda Dempsey, but everyone calls me Bill. I know. You
were expecting a William. SolTech does that. It kind of puts people off
guard." She laughed a warm, rich laugh, but it didn't take away Chris's
increasing nervousness.
Chris took Bill to his office and sat her down, asking if she'd like a
coffee.
"Yes please, it's a long slog through the traffic," she replied.
Chris went to find Wendy. In the meantime, they started going over some
of the technical points for the project.
"Thanks Wendy," said Chris.
"You're most welcome," she grinned. This was getting very confusing for
Chris. Wasn't that the woman who only last week told him to "get his own
bloody coffee"?
Anyway, back to the plot. It transpired that SolTech were an engineering
company and wanted a software company to take charge of the firmware and
software applications for their project. This meant working with them
rather than being solely in control. This would be a new one for
Millennium.
It was nearing two when Chris suggested they break for lunch. He took
Bill to the Bird in Hand.
They arrived at the pub and were greeted by Tina, the barmaid.
"You must be Pippa," she said brightly, looking Chris up and down, though
Chris could see nothing in her expression that said she knew he was
anything other than Pippa. "I can see the resemblance." Chris smiled and
Tina passed him and Bill a menu each.
"So how long have you been at Millennium?" Bill asked.
"It's my first day today. I'm really only filling in for my brother who's
one of the directors. He's away today and asked whether I could help. He
said this needed to be dealt with professionally and needed someone who
could give it their full attention. Jamie couldn't as he has other
commitments."
"I see," she said. "In that case, you have surprised me with your level
of knowledge."
"Chris brought me up to speed, well more or less anyway, but it has been
a bit of a slog. It's a shame really I was quite getting into it, but
this might be my last day."
"But you've only just got here," said Bill looking somewhat shocked.
Chris smiled and shrugged.
"I was only asked to help out."
"What happened to giving the project your full attention?" Bill clearly
wasn't happy. She almost felt as though she had been duped, palmed off
with someone who wasn't going to be with the company as if it didn't
matter.
"I'll be honest with you Pippa. I like what I've seen of you so far. The
staff you come into contact with have respect for you despite the fact
that you've only been there for a day, even less and at SolTech, we like
continuity. I don't think we can offer a contract to a company that has
no regard for the continuity of a project."
This was a blow and something that in the heat of trying to fathom out
how to take the meeting, Chris had neglected to consider. He shouldn't
have said anything about how long 'Pippa' was going to be there, he
should not have said that.
"Would you excuse me for a moment?" he asked and disappeared to the
toilets, nearly going into the gents, but the clicking of his heels
reminded him that he was not really appropriately attired for such a
move. He found a stall and took out his mobile.
"Jamie? It's Chris," he whispered. "I'm afraid I may have cooked our
goose here. I told Bill that I was only here to take care of the meeting
while Chris was away. Now she thinks they'll be unwilling to hand us the
project unless they have a little more continuity."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Meet us in reception and announce that you're glad you caught us as you
were just going out. Say that Chris is going to be longer than he had
expected. Say that if I would like to stay on, you'd be pleased to keep
me there for the duration."
"Are you sure?"
"If it means that we get the contract, then what else can I do?"
"It's not going to be easy. You'll probably end up in drag more often
than not, at least to begin with."
"I know. I don't know how Jess will react either. It's a big step."
"Look, I'll do it, but I don't like it. It's deception and it might come
back to bite us in the arse. Afterwards, we'll just play it by ear okay?"
"See you back there then after lunch."
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They arrived at reception and as soon as Mary saw them approaching, she
picked up the phone. Jamie was down in reception almost before they had
gone through.
"Pippa," he said looking relieved. "I'm glad I caught you. I was about to
go out."
So far so good.
"I've just had a phone call from your brother. I'm afraid he thinks he's
going to be away for longer than he first thought and wonders if you'd be
prepared to stay on." Chris feigned surprise, while at the same time,
thanking his lucky stars that Jamie didn't stuff his lines.
"I'd be happy to," said Chris.
"That's the best move you two boys have done since I've been here," said
Mary.
"It's about time we had a woman's touch about the place." Both Chris and
Jamie looked at the receptionist, eyes wide.
"Congratulations," said Bill when they had returned to the office. "It
certainly makes me feel better about suggesting that SolTech award the
contract to Millennium."
"Thank you. Yes, I'm quite surprised and over the moon. It's not easy to
get a technical job as a woman."
"I know how you feel. You're always treated like you can't do the job or
something," said Bill. "I think you'll be perfect to look after the
project from this end. Of course, I'll have to clear it with the brass
back at base, but I don't see any problems."
After Chris had escorted Bill to reception and said his goodbyes, Mary
once again congratulated Pippa on her continuation at Millennium.
"Thanks Mary. I think it's going to be hard work though."
"Yes. Those two boys are quite high maintenance!"
"I'll bear that in mind," Chris said dryly and went back to his office,
probably to have a nervous breakdown.
A few moments later, Jamie came in.
"How did it go?"
"Splendidly. I think we got the contract," said Chris. "They're going to
let us know."
"Well done."
"Thanks, but if you don't mind, I'm going home. It's been a long day."
"See you Monday, or rather, see you Pippa," Jamie chuckled.
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Chris was worried all the way home with whether he'd made the right
choice. He kept going over and over it in his mind. Pulling into the
driveway, he locked the car and went to the house. He called out after he
unlocked.
"Hello?" he shouted.
Nothing.
He took off his jacket and folded it over his arm, his intention being to
go upstairs and change into something more suitable, but instead, he
flopped back onto the sofa, trying hard to reconcile the decision he'd
made, trying to hypothesise how Jess would feel and as he sat there, he
slipped into sleep.
Who knows how long he'd been there before his dreams became intertwined
with the sound of someone calling his name. He was starting to resurface
as he felt Jess's soft lips against his forehead, barely touching as she
kissed him. The kisses traced down to his neck and he felt her undoing
buttons on his blouse.
A hand snaked inside, brushing the skin of his chest, reaching below the
bra and cupping the firm globe within the cup. Kisses recommenced from
below his ear, down his neck as the collar of the blouse was gently
pulled aside and the kisses moved to his collarbone, all the while, he
could feel the breasts being massaged, his skin under them moving
sympathetically.
His fuzzy brain was clearing as he felt Jess's hot breath on his skin,
more buttons were being undone and her hand snaked round his back to
fumble with the clasp when suddenly, the bra sprang free and was lifted
clear of the mounds beneath. His breathing was becoming more urgent as
the thought of what was being done sank in.
'God, I wish those were real,' he thought, or did he? Was it something he
said in his head, or was it vocalised for as if his words were a cue, the
head on his chest issued a low moan, taking one of the realistically
formed nipples and suckling it. He could feel every minute movement,
though it offered no stimulation physically. He WAS getting turned on
though, but from his own thoughts not the feelings that albeit small,
were filtering through the heavy rubber prostheses to his own body
underneath.
Stimulation though WAS coming from a hand that had found its way up from
the hem of the skirt, alighting upon the flat area of flesh above the
crotch, the area which would have been occupied by his tool, which was
uncomfortably trapped between his legs, trying valiantly to free itself
from its panty restraint. He stroked Jess's hair as she continued to play
with his breasts, pulling at his tights and feeling the bare skin
underneath, moaning or rather purring as she did.
He raised his hips and quickly, Jess began removing his tights, but
without removing herself from his breasts, alternating from one to the
other as Chris's turgid member became more and more like an iron rod,
aching for release.
With his tights around his knees, Jess soon got what she was after,
rubbing the area of panty at the point where Chris's thighs met, stroking
through the silky material. Chris could feel them becoming damp with the
slick clear liquid oozing from the tip of his manhood, soaking into the
gusset of the panties.
"I can't take any more of this," said Jess, breathlessly and she took him
by the hand, leading him from the lounge and up the stairs, not even
pausing in her attempt to get him out of the clothes he was wearing,
kissing him as he was trying to remove hers at the same time.
They reached the bedroom, though how was a minor miracle, as Chris had
his tights round his ankles and his skirt was making its way down his
legs as they ascended the mountain of stairs to the bedroom. They had
barely crossed the threshold when Chris entering backwards, his lips
glued to Jess's, was pushed onto the bed. His tights hit the floor only
milliseconds after his second boot, followed by the skirt and panties,
his relief at freeing off his tool was almost enough to send him over the
edge.
Unlike the previous night, this was taking on a note of much more urgency
and Chris took control, pushing Jess back on the bed and almost ripping
her panties from her, kissing her from neck to navel and beyond, her body
hot with the anticipation of what was to come.
He didn't want to take it too fast as the preamble in the lounge had
almost been enough for him on its own and he made sure that Jess was
looked after, enjoying flicking his tongue over and round her breasts and
nipples, moving slowly down to the area that was currently radiating heat
like a blast furnace.
It was some time later that the two of them staggered breathless from the
bedroom and made the journey back down through scattered debris of
clothing to the lounge where Chris fixed them both a drink. Jess nestled
in beside him on the sofa.
"How did your day go?" she asked.
"Better than we expected I think, but Bill being a girl caught me off
guard."
"A girl?"
"Yeah, her name's Belinda."
"What about the rest of the day though? I've being dying to find out how
it went."
"Well it wasn't too bad actually, once I got over the initial shock. I
seem to have been accepted as Pippa, Chris's sister. That was Jamie's
idea," he said, taking another sip from his glass. "But it's got a little
complicated."
"Oh? How so?"
"The only way SolTech is prepared to award us the contract is if Pippa
stays on."
"Is that usual?"
"I don't know about usual, I mean people come and go from companies much
more regularly nowadays, but SolTech seem to feel that employees should
last more than a day. It's my own fault. I told Bill that I was there to
ensure that the meeting was given full attention, since Jamie couldn't be
there and neither could Chris. As soon as I told her that I wouldn't be
staying with the company, she said that she liked what she'd seen of me
and the way I got respect from the staff, despite having been there for
such a short time and if I wasn't going to be there to offer continuity,
she said that SolTech probably wouldn't be interested."
"Oh."
"Yes. I had to do some pretty fast talking on the phone with Jamie to
tell me in front of Bill that Chris was going to be away on extended
leave and that he wanted me to stay on."
"Oh my."
"I'm really confused, Jess," he said downing the rest of his drink and
getting up for a refill, his dressing gown falling open slightly and
exposing most of his breasts, a fact that was missed by Chris, but not by
Jess. "I got things from the staff today I never expected, like Wendy
making the coffee for one and not once, but twice."
"Blimey!"
"Yeah and even Mary on reception said it was nice to see a woman there.
She told me to be careful as the two 'boys' were high maintenance!"
"You have got yourself into a pickle haven't you?"
"I'm not so worried about that, but I'm worried about you. I mean I know
you've enjoyed the last couple of days as we are, but to make it full
time, at least for the foreseeable future, well, I'm a bit scared."
"Come here," she said quietly and he went to the sofa, handed her the
refill and cuddled in beside her. "It's not permanent and it's been fun.
Let's just see what happens eh?"
Chris was surprised by her apparent nonchalance.
"I must admit, I wasn't expecting you to be quite so cool about it."
"I'm surprised too, but when I think about it, I'm at least half-way
responsible so I can't really complain."
"Thanks Jess. Thanks for being so understanding."
"There is one thing though," she said. "But I expect this is not a good
time to ask."
"Go on. What's bothering you?"
"Oh, it's not a bother, more of a question."
"So?!" he asked, the tension getting to him.
"Did you mean what you said earlier?"
"What was that?"
"You wishing your breasts were real?"
"Well at the time I suppose I did, but that's just because I don't get
much out of having them played with. Of course now, you know, without the
stimulation and tension, it sounds silly."
"Oh."
Was that a note of disappointment or was it understanding?
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Continued in chapter 3
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