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Chapter 4
Jess snuggled up to Chris hearing his breathing change as he drifted off
to sleep.
It was a sticky situation, no doubt about it. She had jumped on the
situation without a thought for what it would do. She thought it was just
a bit of fun. She knew he enjoyed it, but she never once considered that
it would ever be anything more than that.
The fates, situation, whatever, conspired to make it more involved, more
difficult than a bit of fun. She really hadn't meant to forget the
solvent and was probably a bit harsh expecting him to go to work in the
guise of a woman. She hadn't realised the implications of these actions,
the ramifications with regards to the up coming meeting and what
influence that would have on him.
He had gone through with it only because the company needed him to and
then had wound up deeper in it when he was held over a barrel with the
customer wanting to deal with Pippa rather than being passed onto others
who may not have the knowledge and the feel that she had.
She felt terrible for taking advantage of the situation. She had indulged
a fantasy with Chris, playing with his breasts, pretending he was a
woman, feeling the soft, smooth skin, clad in nylon, being turned on by
the thought that underneath it all was her man, but what was left of that
man and how long could he continue to be one all the time she was
treating him like he was anything but that man?
Pippa was different. As much as she didn't want to admit it, he was right
and she got on much better with Pippa than Chris, especially where the
sex was concerned. She didn't know what it was about how Chris did things
as opposed to how Pippa did them; it was just that with Pippa, she got
the best of both worlds, getting sex with both a man and a woman without
having to cheat on her man to do it.
Chris's admission that he was starting to get lost in the whole
fantasy/reality situation was something that now she came to think about
it, was probably inevitable the way things were going. He was showing
more than a healthy interest in being treated as, as well as acting the
part of a woman and Jess knew that she wasn't doing anything to
discourage that, in fact it would be true to say that she was actively
encouraging it.
This was a definite turning point. It seemed that while Chris was willing
to make the sacrifice to fulfil the requirements of the customer with
regards to being Pippa, it was having a confusing effect on him. For her
part, she was probably willing to go back to the way things were, but she
had to admit that it wasn't nearly as much fun.
Jess's head was becoming crowded with all the things going on, but after
more or less facing the fact that she was going to have to accept that
while it was fun while it lasted, Chris was going to have to make the
decision of what to do about Pippa. She hoped that Pippa would stay, but
whatever happened, she didn't want to give Chris up even if he wound up
as Pippa with only overtones of Chris remaining.
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Monday morning, Chris got up and felt like a weight had been lifted from
his shoulders. The issues had not gone away, but he now felt that now
that Jess understood that he was nervous and scared of what was going to
happen, he didn't feel so alone in those fears.
Jess was still asleep and he dressed in a jumper and skirt, brushing out
the wig in front of the mirror in the bathroom after he'd had a shave and
applied moisturiser, ready to apply makeup himself for the first time.
When he'd finished, he was satisfied that Coco wasn't staring back at him
and he went downstairs to make a couple of cups of tea.
He returned to the bedroom and placed the tea on the bedside table.
"Jess?" he said shaking his wife gently.
"Huh?" she said sleepily. "Morning gorgeous," she said, pulling his head
towards her and kissing him soundly on the lips, snaking her tongue into
his mouth and grinning wickedly when he stood up.
"Now, now, there's no time for that. It's time to get up."
"Spoilsport!"
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He got to work and was surprised how many people actually greeted Pippa,
saying how nice it was to see her again and it set his mind to wondering
just what he'd been like before. He got to know more of the staff as
Pippa than he ever did as Chris and by Wednesday, he was sure that there
were fewer people there that he didn't know than those he did.
Wendy appeared shortly after his arrival.
"I didn't think you'd be staying," she said.
"Yes. Chris is going to be away for a while longer yet," he replied.
"So you don't mind coming to work like that?"
"Come in Wendy and close the door," he asked. She had a slight smile on
her face and sat in front of Chris. "You know?"
"What? You think I'm blind?"
"The others?"
"I don't think some people pay attention, but mostly, yes."
"Alright. Do you know why I'm doing this?"
"Yes."
"How did you find out?"
"I could already see what was going on, but Jamie confirmed it."
"What?!" Chris was gob smacked. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I like you better like that. You're easier to get on with."
"I don't believe this."
"I shouldn't worry about it. I don't think anyone's going to give you any
stick about it. You're the boss after all."
"If you knew, do you think Bill will have spotted it too?"
"Probably."
"Oh God, I'm doomed. We're all doomed."
He felt as though the world had just dropped out of his bottom (sorry, I
think that SHOULD have been the other way round). He thought that no-one
noticed and took his explanation that he was his sister, but it appears
that he couldn't see the wood for the trees. His whole plan had
backfired.
For the rest of the day, he stayed in his office. He had plenty of work
to be getting on with and had little or no reason to speak to anyone
outside. He just couldn't wait to get home. He waited until everyone else
had gone before he left the office.
He was rolling drunk by the time Jess got home, sitting in his dressing
gown, wig askew and needless to say, she was angry before she even knew
what had happened.
"What the fuck's going on?" she hissed.
"I's had a bit of a jink," he said, one eye in the pot and the other up
the chimney.
"I can see that. Why."
"Why not?" he said, raising his glass. She took the glass away from him
and put it on the side.
"What happened?" she said with that tone that implied that she knew
something had happened and doubtless she wasn't going to like it.
"They know."
"Who knows what?"
"Know I's Chris."
"Oh shit."
"'S funny. Thash what I said."
"What's going to happen?"
"I sink I's goin' a burp," he said, belching loudly, then keeled over
sideways and proceeded to snore almost immediately.
"Oh bugger," said Jess.
It was about eight when he resurfaced, head pounding like Neal Peart's
kick drum. The wig hair was plastered over his damp face; ironic, since
only a short time before, he was the one that was plastered. Jess was on
the phone and it sounded like it was to Jamie. She wasn't happy and by
the tone of the conversation, neither was Jamie.
Chris couldn't listen anymore, not that he could hear much. He could only
hear what Jess was saying to Jamie about the state he was currently in.
Anyway, he had other more pressing things to do, like calling God on the
great white telephone.
He arrived back downstairs looking extremely green and dishevelled.
"How are you feeling honey?"
"Like someone else has been using my brain and not put it back right."
"It doesn't solve anything, you know, drinking."
"Thanks. I'll bear that in mind."
"Jamie told me all about it."
"So what happened?"
"Seems they all know and why too, more or less."
"Yes. I got that from Wendy. I feel like crap."
"I told you drinking wouldn't solve anything."
"Not from the drinking; from work."
"It's not over yet. You don't know what's going to happen there do you."
"No, but if everyone at work could see through the disguise, then it's
likely that Bill did too and I don't think it's going to sit too well."
"Try not to think about it yet. Let's go to bed and perhaps you can sort
it out in the morning."
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The next day, Chris was up at the crack of dawn using the solvent to
remove the breasts from his chest and getting ready for work. When Jess
joined him downstairs, he was in a business suit and looking like Pippa
never happened.
"Don't worry, Chris. Just take it as it comes," she said. He smiled back
at her wanly.
He arrived at work and went to his office. Some time later, a very
shamefaced Jamie entered his office.
"I know you're not happy with me, but it looked like so many already knew
something was going on, I felt it was their right to know what it was."
"I know. I was angry yesterday, but today I'm not. I was silly to think
that I could pull the wool over everyone's eyes. I must have looked
stupid."
"No. I didn't know it was you until you said who you were, or that you
were anything other than female. I think here was just too close to home
perhaps. Maybe Bill won't have guessed."
"I'm putting Bill straight today."
"Don't. If we lose the contract, we lose the contract, but don't go
putting your foot in it any further than it already is. Some of the
people that have spoken to me, feel that if you've got to go to those
lengths, then it isn't worth it."
"Yes, but do they know their jobs are at stake if we don't get this
contract?"
"Er, no. I was a little selective about how much I told them."
"Probably wise."
No-one said anything about seeing the boss there as the boss and the rest
of the day passed as though nothing had ever happened. Chris went home no
lighter across the shoulders than he arrived. He was hoping to find out
one way or the other, but obviously, SolTech were at liberty to consider
all their options for as long as they wanted and anyway, Millennium had
failed to get contracts before, what was the difference with this one?
They desperately needed it. That was the difference.
There was more on Chris's mind than the possibility of losing the
contract for whatever reason. The fact was, that despite the short period
of time he had been Pippa, he missed her, or rather missed being her.
The morning had been almost solemn between him and Jess and he rued that.
He missed the closeness Jess had with Pippa already, missed the fact that
they told each other things that they didn't as Chris and Jess and they
shared so much more that wasn't said.
It felt like from the moment he expressed his feelings to Jess,
everything changed. He probably didn't do the situation with his getting
rat-arsed any favours, but it felt appropriate somehow although
afterwards, he wished he hadn't. He knew that Jess felt at least
partially responsible for the fix he found himself in and she was
probably feeling just as bad as he was.
The rest of the week went steadily down hill from that point. He was so
wrapped up in his own problems that he failed to see that Jess was having
a bad time too. She was hoping that he would be able to pull himself
together, hoping that he would be able to draw from his experience as
Pippa and bring that into his male self, although she didn't know how
that would work.
It was only a few days but it felt like an eternity. It was so difficult
being with someone, but not at the same time. It seemed as though in
taking off the breast forms, Chris also took off Pippa and not a trace of
her remained. Sleeping with Chris didn't even feel the same anymore.
Chris was having the same issues. He had taken off the clothes and the
falsies and with them went the personality. He tried to be what he
thought was the same with Jess, but it just didn't work. The snappy
comments came out as though they were delivered with a machete in stead
of a wry smile and he didn't know how he could change that.
They say that clothes maketh the man, but in this case they were right.
Well it made the girl, so they were nearly right.
By Thursday, Jess and Chris weren't even speaking to one another. Being
close in bed was a complete joke. They were both using mental guy ropes
to keep from falling off the respective edges of the bed, leaving a space
about the size of a football pitch in between them. Neither of them knew
why and neither of them had the nerve to ask.
Friday morning, they didn't speak and he went into the office feeling
like the last man alive. He felt lonelier now than he had ever done in
his life. After his outpouring of emotion and admissions the other night,
he felt that he had pushed Jess away. He knew she liked him as Pippa. He
guessed that if she could keep her instead of him, she would and it hurt.
The fact that the two people were one and the same (well, sort of),
didn't figure for either of them.
It was like the way an actor can turn on the personality of someone else
for a part and not even think about how they do it, but then afterwards,
they take off the costume and the character disappears with it. Even if
they can get the voice or the look, the costume does more to them than
cover them with a disguise; it implants the character deep into the soul
of the actor, making it believable. Who would have thought that Han Solo
could be played by a man who when off the set could be the complete
opposite to the character he was playing on it. It's the costume.
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It was now Friday and Chris felt awful. He hated the suit he was wearing,
even though before Pippa, it was his favourite. He hated the shirt, hated
the shoes and he hated even more the underwear and socks, which felt like
they had been made for a scarecrow. As for the tie, well don't even go
there.
By ten o'clock, he was ready to call it a day. Jamie had been in a couple
of times and could see he was distracted, though that really wasn't the
right word and Jamie wasn't the only one who'd noticed. Everyone had
acknowledged the fact that the ?Boss' was back even though they knew he
was never really away. The person who had been in his place was lively
and lovely and Wendy wasn't the only one who found Pippa easier to get
along with than the person who was the current incumbent of that office.
It was kind of like K-Pax - "Who's that" they all asked.
"I'm sorry Jamie. Perhaps I'll be more together when we find out about
SolTech."
"Yes. That's probably what it is," replied Jamie, knowing full well that
whatever had happened to Chris, had nothing to do with SolTech and
probably had everything to do with Pippa.
At midday, the phone rang.
"Hi Bill," he said.
"Can I speak to Pippa?" she asked.
"No, I'm sorry, but Pippa's not here," he said, dreading what was coming.
"When will she be back?" He knew she'd ask that question and he felt like
this was it, that time when it all goes Pete Tong.
"I don't think she'll be coming back," he said, a note of resignation in
his voice. Hearing that last sentence coming out of his own mouth cut him
to the quick. It sounded so final, so much like he was referring to a now
deceased friend or family pet.
"That is Chris isn't it?"
"Yes."
"I thought so. You miss her, don't you?"
"More than you could imagine; more than I thought possible."
"Oh I can imagine alright. I can remember when William first did just
what you're doing now."
"What?"
"Didn't you know? Of course you wouldn't," she said with a chuckle. "I
was William once. That's why I pushed so hard for Pippa. It had nothing
to do with continuity. Christ, people come and go from jobs all the time.
You can't guarantee that anyone's going to be there the next day, let
alone in six months or a year's time."
"You knew too?"
"Well, obviously."
"I don't believe this. Everyone knew and said nothing. I feel a complete
dick."
"Well don't. I think you did really well, you seemed so natural. Anyway,
that's not really why I called. I'd like to make it at least semi
official and tell you that SolTech would like to offer your company the
opportunity of taking the project on - with or without Pippa, but I
really hope to see her again."
He didn't know what to say. He'd never have guessed that Bill used to be
a Bill, rather William. He looked out of the office door. The office was
all but empty, typical for a Friday afternoon. No-one would be back until
Monday now, but this weekend was going to be fan-bloody-tastic!
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Almost unable to contain his elation, Chris left his office and headed
home.
He was starting to giggle in the car, so many things going through his
mind as he drove the twenty minute journey from work, images of him and
Jess flooding his consciousness. At one point he nearly lost it
completely, but he pulled himself together as he neared his house.
He went inside and was so caught up in the phone call and the thought of
everyone knowing that he was Pippa and not only apparently not being
overly bothered, but actually expressing a preference for the feminine
persona, that he didn't know what to do.
In the bathroom as he was taking off his work clothes, he noticed the
bottle of hair removal cream and he started to become excited as an idea
formed.
He disrobed and got the first stage of the idea in motion - hair removal.
It was cold and he wished that he'd turned the central heating up before
he started as he stood for the required time for the cream to do its
work, then showered and applied the moisturiser.
Next, he selected the clothes he wanted for the next stage. He brushed
his hair back and fixed the wig in place before applying his makeup. It
felt so good to be doing it again. It felt right, it made him smile and
again he was accosted by a fit of the giggles as he thought about what he
was doing, what had happened and what he planned to do.
Once he was composed, he completed the application of the makeup and then
went downstairs to the phone.
"Hi, yes... I'd like a delivery of a big bouquet... Too late? Oh dear is
there no way you can make an exception? I'm prepared to pay for the
service... You will? Yes please, can you say it's from Pippa?" He
concluded with a credit card number and hung up.
He just couldn't stop giggling. Most of it he knew was as a result of
getting the contract, but some of it was definitely due to Bill's words
when suddenly all became clear. Anyway, stages one, two and three were
now complete. Next?
Chris got a chill run up and down his spine as he approached the front
door, he wasn't sure he could go through with it. He checked himself in
the mirror, looking for even the most minute of flaws, but he'd done as
good a job on his appearance as he could, it wasn't going to get any
better than that.
He made his way across to his car and headed out. Next stop was the town
centre.
Returning to his car with surprises, candles, champagne and yet more
flowers, he drove home with a self-satisfied look on his face. It
wouldn't have happened at all if he hadn't remembered to withdraw some
money from the hole in the wall before he hit the shops.
He was quite a different person this time at the shops than he had been
on Saturday with Jess and he was able to look about him, seeing the looks
on the faces of the people that passed and even the teenage girls didn't
give him a second glance. He felt empowered; felt good. God, he felt
good.
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Back home and the stage was set for a night of seduction and probably one
or two apologies too, but the main thing was the seducing bit. First he
changed into some nightwear Jess had expressed an interest in. Well
actually, she couldn't keep her hands to herself when he wore it -
perfect!
Jess arrived back at home at her normal time and the house was in total
darkness. Chris's car was in the drive, but there didn't seem to be any
sound from the lounge and normally he would have said something when he
heard the door open. She placed the huge bouquet that had been delivered
to her place of work on the foot of the stairs while she hung her coat on
the peg and opened the lounge door.
What accosted her eyes at that moment brought tears to her eyes.
The room was dark, well, subdued, lit only by a host of candles all
around the room and directly in front of her stood Pippa. Jess was nearly
in tears as Pippa came forward and took another large bouquet from behind
her and 'presented' them to her.
Jess's hands were shaking as she took them, tears already streaming down
her face.
"What's all this?"
"For you," said Pippa smiling and shrugging. "I figure you went through
just as much as Chris did this week and well, you know," she said
blushing.
"You sent the others to work?"
"Yes."
"I had so much explaining to do. Everyone wanted to know who Pippa was."
"Yes, well I got some good news today and some rather enlightening news,
but that can wait. I've run you a bath that should still be a nice
temperature and I think you should go and relax. Maybe afterwards, you
could slip into something er, more suitable?"
"Okay, but first..." said Jess pulling Pippa towards her and taking her
in her arms. "I've missed you," she said, the tears still rolling down
her cheeks, but now the smile was more apparent. They hugged for a few
moments, before Pippa initiated a kiss.
Pippa could feel Jess tremble. She could feel the knees buckling as they
kissed and it just made her take it a step further, increasing the
pressure and the va-va-voom, squeezing Jess hard against her breasts and
moving up the passion scale by a factor of about ten.
"Holy..." whispered Jess, as they broke away from one another. Pippa
smiled and waved her away. Jess didn't know what had hit her. Part of her
wanted to stay and get into Pippa's panties and the other part wanted the
whole scene to play out. In the end with a little sigh, she went upstairs
to the bedroom.
On the bed, Pippa had laid out several 'outfits' and any lingerie that
needed to go with it. "My goodness!" she gasped. "This is something new."
She chosed one and put the rest away then went into the bathroom which
had been bedecked with flowers and candles. The water was perfect, topped
off with a deep, sweet-smelling foam.
Pippa was downstairs and in due course, Jess entered and nearly took
Pippa's breath away. The 'outfit' was nightwear and all but transparent,
even in the half-light produced by the candles. She nearly lost control
there and then and the champagne cork went off unexpectedly, making both
of them jump, then laugh.
"Drink?" asked Pippa.
"Love one."
The two lovers sat side by side on the sofa and sipped their champagne,
the talk was soft and both of them more or less reaffirmed their vows,
promising not to ever go to bed angry like they did the night before.
"So what was the news?" asked Jess.
"We got the contract," said Pippa, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Oh, I'm so pleased. I told you not to worry. What was the other news?"
"Oh just that Bill was Bill before she was Bill."
"?"
"William was Bill or rather Bill was William before, something like that.
She said that she recognised what I was going through and that's why she
thought Pippa should stay. It's weird, but he went through something
similar a kind of discovery, but tried to switch it off. I guess
sometimes if you turn something on, you can't turn it back off again."
"So there's no need for Pippa to be at work anymore?"
"Oh yes there is. I don't feel right as Chris. However short a space of
time it has been, I don't want to go back. Pippa's here to stay. If you
don't mind that is."
"Mind?!" she said grabbing Pippa and drawing her close, laughing with
more tears coursing their way down her face. "I wished you would, I just
didn't want to make it difficult for you," said Jess emphatically.
"Thank you," said Pippa.
From then on, she couldn't keep her hands to herself, reaching a slightly
trembling hand towards her wife, Jess taking a slight sharp intake of
breath as Pippa's fingertips gently traced a line from her chin, down her
lovely neck and over her nipples; Jess's trembling returning as she
reached forward to touch Pippa in a similar fashion.
Within seconds, they were in each others arms and hands were sliding up
and down the silky material of the clothing both were wearing, Jess
snaking her hand up under the hem of Pippa's gossamer gown, up towards
that area of silken gauze that covered her nether regions.
It was Pippa's turn to gasp as fingers stroked and probed at her most
sensitive area. She returned the favour, brushing across Jess's barely
covered flesh, sliding her hand languidly from there to her breasts over
her already heaving chest, finding those dark pink nubs and tracing her
fingers tantalisingly over the top of them.
Jess's breathing became ragged, her trembling more pronounced as Pippa
traced her fingertips back down towards Jess's stomach and onwards to the
secrets below.
It wasn't long before Pippa took Jess's hand and led her upstairs to the
bedroom where things progressed slowly, sensuously, neither wanting the
moment to end and all the while, it felt like it was the first time,
everything so new, so intoxicating and so right.
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Like I said at the beginning, this was last year and Chris is no longer
seen. He now lives full time as Pippa, has already started a course of
hormones and his breasts are currently driving him up the wall, being at
that sensitive stage where they are neither one thing nor the other and
the slightest movement causes him to hit the ceiling. That aside, he and
Jess are both looking forward to the time when the breast forms can be
discarded for good, which they both hope, will be soon.
As for the rest of the transformation, they're not too sure about that.
Pippa is not uncomfortable with still having 'manhood' and Jess isn't
sure she wants to lose that aspect either, although with their sex play,
sometimes she wonders what it would be like and after all, there are some
wonderfully realistic replicas on the market nowadays.
THE END.
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