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Ten nanoseconds after the Big Bang by Charlotte Dickles Author's Note: All people, places and events in this story are entirely fictional, and are not based upon any actual person or event. In particular, WESA, the Women's Engineering and Science Association is fictitious and is not based upon with such notable organisations as WISE or WES. The story contains adult themes and you should not read them if it is illegal in your country. 'Did you see the way he looked down the front of my blouse?' Diane was sorting through the pile of mail on her desk, the result of being out of the office for three days, and she didn't bother to look up. 'Who?' 'Why Terry of course.' Tracey was indignant. 'He simply walked past, ogled my boobs and then smiled and went into his office.' 'Oh! Is Terry in, then? I need to see him about something.' Diane was not at all interested in the politically incorrect stare of their mutual boss. 'Anyway,' Diane briefly glanced at Tracey's attire, 'your blouse is almost open to your navel. No wonder he gawped. If men staring at your boobs upsets you, you could do up a few buttons, and remove the temptation.' And little chance of that, she thought. 'I can't do up my blouse, yet. Gavin hasn't come past.' 'Gavin?' Diane idly wondered whether she had been so man-mad when she was Tracey's age. She was forty-eight now, to Tracey's twenty-two. In her day, blokes did the chasing whilst women were chased - but certainly not chaste - and they definitely didn't display their tits like melons on the greengrocer's shelf. 'Gavin from IT. He popped into Terry's office just now to fix that crap PC they've given him. He must be walking back through here, soon.' Tracey sat right next to the main corridor in the huge, open-plan office of the multi-national computer hardware company in which they worked. As such, she could clock any likely male that walked up or down. Diane's desk was two desks removed from Tracey's, which had its advantages: close enough to chat, but far enough to usually ignore her and pretend you were busy, if you wanted. Unfortunately this morning, with this pile of mail, she was really busy, but Tracey would not be ignored. 'He's very good looking, don't you think?' 'Who, Terry? I think he's very pretty.' 'No, Gavin from IT. He's gorgeous.' 'And he's married.' 'Married!' Tracey stood up and walked over to Diane's desk. 'You're having me on, aren't you. Oh please, Diane, say you're having me on.' 'No, he really is married. To Tina,' and when she saw that Tracey couldn't place her, she added, 'That sexy blonde in Human Resources.' 'That bitch? The one who quibbled about my travelling expenses.' 'I think she's rather nice; and you were already making a play for her husband when you put your travel claim in. You were asking for her to go through it with a fine toothcomb.' 'Well I didn't know he was married.' Diane thought there was no subtle answer to that, seeing as how Gavin wore a wedding ring, so she didn't give one. 'What do you mean? He's pretty?' Diane looked up, unable to follow the conversation. 'Who? Gavin?' 'No. Terry. You said Terry was pretty.' Diane wrinkled her nose, thinking. 'He just strikes me as a pretty person. Not handsome, as Gavin undoubtedly is; but simply pretty.' 'Do you mean he's queer?' 'If he was queer, he probably wouldn't have been staring down your blouse. He's the sort of guy that you look at and think, "You should be wearing nicer clothes than that boring old suit." Men have to wear such conventional clothes in the office, don't you think? We women are really fortunate, in that respect.' Tracey grinned. 'So you'd like to dress him in women's clothes?' Tracey may have said it with a smile on her face, but Diane treated the question seriously, having a good think about it. 'Probably. Yes. I think women's clothes would look far better on him than men's clothes do.' 'So how are we going to see if that's true?' Diane grinned back. 'I don't think we'll be trying it out. Unless you want to suggest that, since he likes looking at your bra, he might like to try it on.' Tracey's grin broadened. 'Well, I could say that, but since I want to keep my job, I don't think I will.' 'Mmm. It would be intriguing though, wouldn't it? Would he look good in women's clothes, or would he simply look silly?' She thought over the question as she again turned to her mail. Tracey showed no sign of returning to her own desk, but now the idea had been put into her head, Diane was not especially impatient to get rid of her and get on with some work. 'Well, there's only one way to find out,' Diane said, after some further thought. 'Let's try it.' 'Fat chance,' Tracey said. 'There's a flying pig just come through the window.' 'OK,' Diane said. 'I have a fiver that says we can get him to wear women's clothes, in public, within the next six weeks. Am I on?' 'Money for old rope. Of course you're on.' 'You have to help me, mind. No sabotaging the plot in order to win the fiver.' 'No way,' Tracey said. 'Seeing Terry in a dress would be well worth a fiver.' 'I only said women's clothes. A dress would be a lot more difficult.' 'I'll double it then. Ten pounds if you get him into a dress.' 'Done,' Diane said. 'Mind, I haven't told you about my hidden WMD.' 'WMD? What WMD... Oops! Look out. Terry has just come out of his office.' 'Great,' Diane said, and whispered, 'Weapons of Mass Distraction,' before raising her voice loud enough for Terry to hear. 'Terry. Can you come over here for a minute? There's something I want to show you.' 'It's no good,' Tracey said quietly. 'He's already seen enough down the front of my blouse to last him the entire week, and without wishing to brag, why would he look at a hill when he can view a mountain?' 'At least, if he looked down the front of my blouse, it would be a genuine hill,' Diane said. 'Ouch!' Tracey said. 'Catty!' 'Hi Terry,' Diane said as he approached. 'You're interested in Ivan Gregonovitch, aren't you?' Terry's eyes lit up. 'Ivan Gregonovitch? You bet. Why he's...' Diane cut in before he could get going - Terry could be a real bore, sometimes. 'I was wondering whether you wanted to attend a talk by him.' 'A talk? By Ivan Gregonovitch? You're kidding me.' 'Er... who's Ivan Gregonovitch?' Tracey said. 'Who's Ivan Gregonovitch?' Terry said. 'Only the cleverest, radical free- thinker on the Big Bang theory since Stephen Hawking was in his prime. He's just written this book entitled: "Ten nanoseconds after the Big Bang." Where is he speaking?' 'He's giving a talk on the first of February to WESA,' Diane said. She elaborated, not for the first time, in response to a lack of recognition in both Terry's and Tracey's eyes. 'Women's Engineering and Science Association. You remember, Tracey? You came along to a social meeting just before Christmas.' 'Oh yeah,' Tracey said. 'There weren't many blokes there, though.' Only Tracey, Diane thought, could possibly have uttered that remark as a serious comment. 'Could I go to the talk?' Terry said. 'I'm not a member.' Then he added, 'Well, obviously, I'm not a member.' 'No, you'd have to join,' Tracey said. 'That would mean...' 'Of course he can't join,' Diane said, ignoring Tracey's look of astonishment as Terry turned to listen to her. 'He's a bloke. But Terry, you can come to the meeting as my guest.' 'Really?' Terry's face lit up like Blackpool illuminations. 'That would be great. Can you organise it?' 'No problem,' Diane said. 'I'm the local rep for WESA. I'll fix it up. Would you like to come as well, Tracey?' 'I don't think so,' Tracey said. 'The kind of Big Bangs I'm interested in are rather...' She was interrupted by Terry. 'Tracey, you must be joking! Don't you realise the importance of Big Bang theories. Why, if the Big Bang hadn't happened, and what's even more remarkable is that, in the ten nanoseconds immediately after the Big Bang, things could all have gone another way... ' and off he went on his pet subject, as he'd done countless times before. However, Tracey's eye was caught by the faces that Diane was making at her, behind Terry's back. It took her a few moments to work out what Diane was indicating, and then she caught on. 'OK, Terry. You've convinced me. I'll come and hear all about this Yuri Gagarin.' 'Ivan Gregonovitch,' Terry said. 'Look. I have some books at home written by him. I'll bring them in and you can borrow them. It will be well worth doing some studying before we go to the talk, otherwise we may not understand all the points he's making.' Eventually, Tracey and Diane between them managed to direct Terry back towards his office. 'Look,' Tracey said, once he'd disappeared into his office. 'When you invited him to this women's engineering thing, I thought you were going to make him join, so that he'd have to pretend to be a woman. I mean, if we're not going to make him dress up as a woman, what's the point of us all going to some boring story about black balls. I thought that was the whole object.' 'Softly, softly, Tracey,' Diane said. 'First we let him take the bait. Then we give him plenty of line so he can run with it for a while. Only then, do we start to reel him in.' 'That'll teach him to peer down my blouse,' Tracey said. But Diane was pleased that, with Gavin being unattainable, Tracey now buttoned up her blouse to conceal most of her substantial breasts, which she thought, bore a remarkable similarity to a cow's udder! *** Two weeks later, Terry was if anything even more excited by the forthcoming speaker than he had been before. He'd taken to coming over to talk about him to either Diane or Tracey as soon as he arrived in the morning - if they hadn't seen him coming first and managed to disappear. 'I've got this text translated from Russian by Google,' Terry said. 'You can take a copy of it, if you want. It's about how Ivan made his initial breakthrough about the ten nanoseconds at the age of fourteen - absolutely fascinating - except that the translation isn't that good, and I can't always decide whether Ivan is examining black holes, or sticking his finger up his anus.' 'From my experience of fourteen year old boys...' Tracey started, before Diane hurriedly cut in. 'Terry. I've been contacted by WESA. I'm afraid there's a problem with our booking for the talk.' Terry's face changed from that of a small, excited boy - albeit a very pretty boy - to one who'd just been told that Christmas had been cancelled. 'Problem. What kind of problem?' 'There's been incredible demand to attend, apparently. They quickly ran out of tickets, and when members who got refused heard that non-members had got in before them, there was a bit of a riot.' 'What do you mean, Diane?' Terry might have looked happier had he been diagnosed with terminal cancer. But still extremely pretty, Diane thought. 'I'm afraid they've contacted me to ask how many of the three in my party are members,' she said. 'I suspect that they'll be telling non-members they have to take second choice to the members, and with the number of people on the waiting list...' She didn't have to complete the sentence for Terry to get the full meaning. Diane sought to limit the damage. 'Obviously, if Tracey wants to still come, she could join WESA - but Terry, it is the *Women's* Engineering and Scientific Association. I'm afraid they don't allow male members.' 'I've got an idea,' Tracey said, exactly as Diane had primed her to. 'I mean, I know it's a bit of a silly idea, but I thought... Well, Terry could spell his name as T-E-R-R-I and claim to be a woman so he could join your association.' 'But that won't help when a man turns up at the meeting,' Diane said, feigning exasperation. 'They might smell a rat.' 'But Diane,' Tracey said, 'members of WESA are hardly judged on their femininity, and they're not going to give them sex tests, are they? I saw the women at the Christmas WESA, and some of them were incredibly butch. Terry may be a bit taller than me but he's not as rounded. If he borrowed one of my plain business suits, he could look a passable woman. That would mean he could hear the talk, after all.' 'You mean,' Diane said, as though seeking clarification, rather than going through a carefully rehearsed script, 'Terry could wear one of your black, trouser-suits and go to the talk and people would think that "he" was actually a "she"? ' 'Why not?' Tracey asked. 'But I'd have to dress as a woman?' Terry said. 'Yes, but we're hardly asking you to put on a mini skirt and ponce about on high heels,' Diane said. 'We're only talking about you wearing one of Tracey's black trouser suits rather than one of your boring, old suits. And, anyway, as Tracey says, many of the WESA women look more like men than women. We could probably get away with it, if you wanted to. I guess you have to ask yourself whether it's really worth suffering a bit of indignity in order to listen to a talk by some boring Russian.' 'Boring Russian!' Terry said. 'Listen. There's absolutely nothing boring about...' 'So Terry, shall we both join WESA?' Tracey asked. Terry took a deep breath, as though he was just about to dive off the high-board, and do a triple somersault before entering the water. 'OK,' he said. 'Diane, we two girls would like to join WESA.' *** The dress rehearsal went relatively well. Diane had booked a small meeting room in the basement, which could be blacked out for an audio- visual presentation, and Tracey brought in a spare suit and blouse, and some items of underwear. Terry, having been primed to have a very fine shave that morning, went with them to the meeting room, and was told to get changed, whilst they went off for a few minutes. 'Hang on. What are these doing here?' Tracey smiled, and spoke as though talking to a child. 'That's a bra, Terry, size 38AA, and a pair of knickers. In that box is a pair of plain black, low-heeled shoes and a pair of thick, woolly tights. You needn't worry about the cost. We got them all fairly cheap down the market, on the basis you were only going to wear them once.' 'But you didn't say anything about underwear!' 'Sorry Terry,' Diane said. 'I guess we thought it was kind of obvious. A bra - or its absence - will show through a white blouse, and if you weren't wearing one it would be noticeable. It will also give just a hint of a female shape. Your boxer shorts will certainly show through the suit, so you can't wear those. And you can hardly go in your normal shoes and socks, can you?' Terry acquiesced with only a little more grumbling, and ten minutes later they were permitted to re-enter the room. 'What do you think?' 'You look quite convincing,' Diane said, 'except that your hips and bum don't appear large enough. All women have large bums, but I'm afraid yours looks like a little boy's. Fortunately, I thought that might be a problem, so I brought these towels in from home. Let me just fold them up and slip them into the seat of your tights.' There was a bit of embarrassment over Diane pulling down Terry's trousers and stuffing his tights with the towels, but they all joked over it and after a few minutes, Diane was satisfied. 'Much better,' she said. 'You have a classical woman's shape now. All arse and no tits.' 'Your hair needs something doing to it,' Tracey said. 'Let it grow until we go to the meeting, and then I could give it a cut and a rinse, to make it look more feminine. Don't worry, it will all wash out afterwards.' 'I think you're going to look fine, Terry. The only real problem now is your voice, ' Diane said. 'My voice? Shit! What can I do about that?' 'Use it as little as possible on the night,' Diane said. 'There's no need to speak at the meeting. Tracey and I can be your minders, to make certain no one ear-holes you.' 'Listen,' he said. 'In years to come, I'll be able to tell my grandchildren about how I went to a talk by Ivan Gregonovitch, and asked a question that enabled him to develop his next theory - perhaps: "The next five nanoseconds".' 'In that case,' Tracey said, 'you'll definitely need to develop a female voice.' 'Yes,' Terry said, quite philosophically, 'I suppose I will.' 'There are websites,' Tracey said. 'How a man can talk like a woman. You need to look them up and practice.' 'Blimey! This is getting more difficult than I expected,' Terry said. 'He ain't seen nothing yet,' Tracey whispered to Diane, as they left the room to allow Terry to change back into his male attire. *** 'Terry,' Diane said, a couple of weeks later. 'The committee have decided they are going to put on a meal in honour of Ivan immediately after the talk. I thought I might go along, but obviously I don't expect you to want to go. Tracey has said she's quite happy to escort you back to your house...' 'A meal with Ivan Gregonovitch? You think I'd refuse that? Of course I've got to go.' 'But you don't understand,' Diane said. 'Out of the two hundred or so people attending the talk, there'll probably only be around fifty people at the meal, and you certainly won't get any butch female engineers to hide amongst. And we'll all dress up for it.' 'You mean everyone will be wearing dresses,' Terry said, aghast. 'A few will be wearing dresses,' Dianne said, 'certainly everyone on the top table will. But everyone else will be wearing more dressy clothes than those worn by the rabble who normally attend just the talk. Most of us will be wearing heels, and a little jewellery, and we'll probably have our hair done as well. So I can understand that you'd want to give that a miss.' 'Heels? Jewellery? Colourful clothes?' Terry shook his head woefully from side to side. Then he lifted his head and stared at Diane. 'Do you think I could pull it off? You'd help me out with all those, wouldn't you Diane, if I wanted to go?' 'My!' Diane said. 'You really do want to go, don't you?' Terry gave a shy grin. 'And you won't think I'm a little... strange, will you?' Diane shook her head. 'I don't think it's strange putting on different clothes in order to get into a meeting. What I do think is strange is your obsession with this guy.' Terry nodded and grinned some more. 'You're right, but I'm absolutely dying to see him. You simply don't understand how important he is to our understanding of the world.' Diane returned his grin. 'I guess I'd be happy simply with understanding myself, and why I do the things I do.' Terry shook his head. 'Ivan Gregonovitch puts everything into perspective. How important are any of us, compared to the first ten nanoseconds after the Big Bang. I'd do anything, just for a short conversation with him.' 'Anything?' Diane said. 'Really.' 'You bet,' Terry said. *** 'Terry. It's Diane.' 'Diane? There's no problem about this evening, is there? It was eight am on the day of the Ivan Gregonovitch meeting. All their plans were in place. Terry had arranged to take the day off work, just so he could mentally prepare for his talk with Ivan Gregonovitch, and he was due to go round to Tracey's flat after lunch for the dressing. Diane would meet them there. After carefully discussing it between them, they had agreed Terry would wear Tracey's pastel-blue trouser suit. Bright enough to be acceptable for the meal, without making Terry feel conspicuous. They had gone back to the street market and bought him a pair of blue shoes, with two-inch heels, which would nicely compliment the suit, as well as some glittering, dangling clip-on earrings. 'It's not so much a problem, Terry, as an opportunity,' Diane said. 'I would have turned it down outright, except that what you said a couple of weeks ago impressed itself on me - about how you'd do anything for a few seconds conversation with him.' 'Opportunity? Few seconds with Ivan Gregonovitch?' Terry queried. 'The Vice-Chair has got to leave for Manchester immediately after Ivan's talk. That means there'll be a free space at the top table. I might - just might - be able swing it your way, if you really want me to.' 'Of course I want...' 'Before you say that, it means a rethink of your whole outfit. As I said before, top table will all be in dresses - most in very expensive, very classy dresses. I've discussed it with Tracey and she has a few which will probably be suitable. But we need to get over to Tracey's and start work now if you're up for it. What do you say?' Diane could hear Terry hyperventilating down the phone. 'Oh shit! I CAN'T turn the opportunity down. I'm up for it, Diane.' 'Great. I've also spoken to my hairdresser, who brings her own equipment into the house. She's had a cancellation,' (actually, she had been booked for this event for the last four weeks), 'and she can fit us in at ten. Get your arse into gear, and get over to Tracey's now.' Terry was left listening to dial tone for a second, before turning and throwing his fist in the air. 'Y-E-E-E-S-S-S! Ten Fucking Nanoseconds.' *** 'Tracey, this is a really lovely dress.' Terry was staring at himself in the mirror. 'And of the three dresses you've shown me, this would easily be the most suitable - we're all agreed on that. But... it doesn't fit me properly. It's obviously cut for someone with much larger...' He gesticulated the missing appendages. 'Boobs,' Tracey said. 'Exactly,' Terry affirmed. 'I think that at this point I can help,' Diane said. 'Help?' 'I have this friend,' Diane said, carefully not mentioning that her friend's name was Tracey, 'who wanted bigger boobs but didn't want to have surgery.' 'There are pills, aren't there?' Terry said. 'But they would take months to work. I can't wait that long.' Both Tracey and Diane noted that, by now, Terry was so desperate that he would have grown his own tits, if time - and medical science - had permitted. 'This friend didn't take pills,' Diane continued. 'She bought a Bustlet, instead.' 'What's a Bustlet?' 'I popped round to my friend's flat on the way here, and borrowed her spare. Here it is.' Diane pulled a flesh-coloured garment from a carrier bag, and brandished it before them. Terry stared at the garment, which appeared like a crop-top, with a long neck. 'Is it like a new version of a Wonderbra? Only I thought you had to have some breast in the first place, in order to make it...' 'Take your dress and bra off, and then slip this on,' Diane directed. 'Terry is going to have to go from a AA to a D-cup,' Tracey said. 'Don't the instructions recommend using the gel for that kind of increase? He'll need to spread it over his chest and neck before slipping the Bustlet over his head.' 'You must have read the instructions very quickly,' Diane said, in a very pointed manner. 'Or perhaps you've seen one before?' But the girls' bickering was lost on Terry, who had pulled the plastic tub of gel from the carrier bag. 'I can't believe this is going to give me that kind of increase,' he said. 'But can we give it a try? I haven't got a thing to wear tonight and I'm absolutely desperate.' Tracey found a disposable plastic glove and efficiently spread the gel over Terry's upper torso and neck. She disposed of the glove, and then grasped the Bustlet, and bunched it up in her hands. 'Right, now, you'll need to raise your arms above your head so we can work the Bustlet over your arms and head at the same time,' she said. Terry obediently did as he was told, and Tracey slipped the Bustlet over his head and arms and pulled it down his torso as far as it would go - a couple of inches below his nipples. 'How long does it take the gel to do its stuff?' Terry asked. 'Will it really make my breasts grow so quickly?' 'No,' Tracey said, fumbling with the front of the Bustlet. 'But there's a pipe underneath here, which we connect to the tap, and inflate your breasts just as large as you want them.' She pulled out a length of plastic pipe and showed him. Five minutes later, his breasts were just filling the cups of the 38 D bra that Tracey had made him put on. 'There,' Tracey said. 'What do you make of that?' 'Fucking hell,' Terry said. 'What an incredible pair of tits.' 'They look so realistic,' Diane said, 'just like Tracey's.' Tracey gave her a grimace. 'Come on then Terry. Slip into the dress again and see how it fits.' Terry's breasts filled the top of the dress to perfection, but the old problem over the size of Terry's bottom re-emerged. 'Can we borrow some towels, Tracey?' Terry said. 'No need,' Diane said. 'I thought there must be a better solution than the towels, so I looked on the internet.' She pulled another garment out of her bag, and held it up for inspection. 'This is made by the same people as the Bustlet, only it's called a Hiplet.' At first sight, it looked like a flesh-coloured, padded pantie-girdle, but as Diane allowed it to turn towards him, Terry saw, with a lurch of his heart, that it had pubic hair at the groin. 'Specially made to conceal your dangly bits,' Diane said, 'and pad out your bum and hips. It's even got an artificial vagina under that bush of pubic hair. What do you think?' For the first time, Terry was looking a bit doubtful. 'Isn't that what cross dressers wear?' he asked. 'Is it really necessary?' 'Don't forget that this dress has a long slit up the side,' Tracey said. 'No woolly tights tonight - it's going to be stockings and a suspender belt.' 'Stockings? Suspender belt...' 'You simply can't afford to let anyone catch a quick glimpse of a Marks and Spencer towel under your dress,' Tracey said. 'They might suspect that something is not quite pucker.' 'And that would turn Ivan right off,' Diane added. There was a moment's puzzled silence, and then, 'What do you mean? Turn Ivan off.' Diane and Tracey looked at each other for a second. 'Do you want to explain what you discovered, Tracey?' Diane asked. Tracey shook her head. 'First, you'd better tell him how he's going to get to sit on the top table.' Diane nodded and said, 'Marjorie Giles is the Vice Chair who's having to disappear to Manchester immediately after Ivan's talk. During the meal, she was going to sit to one side of Ivan, whilst the Chair will sit the other. Now, I've sweet-talked Marjorie to say nothing to anyone about having to go to Manchester. So, when everyone else is taking their seats, her chair at the top table will remain empty. You, Terry, have to seize the right moment, walk up to Marjorie's chair and sit down. 'Everyone will immediately tell you you're sitting in the wrong seat and that Marjorie will be along in a minute. I'll leap in there and tell them that Marjorie has been called away and had said that you could have her seat. But I'm bound to be overruled, because there are all kinds of people - more important than me - who'd love to be sitting next to Ivan.' 'So I'll get thrown out on my ear,' Terry said. 'This is where the WMD come in,' Tracey said. 'And if you think that's just an excuse for the government to go to war, you're wrong. It actually stands for Weapons of Mass Distraction. And the importance of WMD is in having the right intelligence. You didn't look properly at all those printouts you got from the internet, did you?' 'Don't be stupid - I read every word.' 'But what about the pictures?' Terry looked puzzled. 'There were some diagrams to explain why the ten nanoseconds is so critical...' 'Not the diagrams,' Tracey said. 'The photographs of Ivan at different universities, and at different seminars, and touring the world.' Terry shook his head. 'The photographs didn't seem very important.' 'Well those photographs were the most important part of all those documents you showed us, because they gave us the intelligence to enable you to have dinner with Ivan Gregonovitch. Those photographs may change the course of history.' Again Terry shook his head. 'I don't understand how a photograph...' 'Because,' Tracey continued, 'in almost every one of them, Ivan had his arm around some beautiful big-busted girl: a big-busted student, or a big-busted conference delegate, or a big-busted hotel clerk. Ivan likes big-busted women. And you are now one of them.' Terry's mouth dropped open. 'All you have to do,' Diane took over the story, 'is to make certain that Ivan clocks you as you sit down. Bend over towards him, "Hello, I'm Terri Edwards," you say, and you give a little bob which makes your boobs wobble - Tracey will show you how in a minute. So when the whole of the WESA committee turn on you to get the hell out of there, Ivan will be saying, "No, let her stay. It's good to meet your outstanding members, and Terri is certainly outstanding." Or something like that. So what do you think?' There was silence for a few seconds, before Terry said, 'You mean he'll want to sit next to me at dinner, not because I've studied every one of the papers he's written, not because of my witty conversation, not because he admires my original thinking. He'll want to sit next to me at dinner simply because I've got big tits.' 'Welcome to a woman's world,' Diane said. *** The hairdresser arrived soon afterwards, but by that time Terry had struggled into his Hiplet and packed away his "dangly bits", and was wearing a dressing gown. 'What on earth have you done to your hair? It's such a masculine cut,' the hairdresser asked her client with the overlarge breasts. But it was the other large-breasted girl - Tracey she was called - who supplied the answer. 'Someone convinced Terri to dress up as the opposite sex,' she said. 'She had to be a man for far too long, but it's alright now.' Which, to the hairdresser, seemed a strange way to put things, and the girl herself - Terri - didn't seem to want to talk about anything, so she started a very enjoyable conversation with her old customer, Diane. It appeared that all three of them were going that evening to some boring talk by some boring Russian at some boring Women's Engineering Society. *** 'Has he arrived, yet?' It was nine-thirty next morning, the day after the WESA talk. Diane had arrived at the office over an hour ago, hoping to have a quiet talk with Terry about the previous evening. Even Tracey had got in earlier than normal, presumably with the same intention. Diane shook her head in response to Tracey's question. 'No. Normally, Terry would have been in the office well before now. But I simply don't know what we can do, other than sit and wait for him.' 'Well, he is a big boy, you know - or should I say a big girl - and big girls have to take responsibility for their own actions.' Diane slowly shook her head. 'We shouldn't have let Terri out of our sight. She needed minding, and we failed.' Tracey bristled. 'Gone on. You'd better say it - I failed. OK, *I* took her to the Ladies; she went in a cubicle and had a wee whilst I stood guard, ready for when she came out. I helped her freshen her make-up, but then I needed a tinkle, so rather than getting her to wait around in the toilets, *I* told her to go back to the table. Besides, it was YOU who was supposed to be keeping an eye on randy Ivan.' 'But I could hardly follow him into the Men's, could I?' Diane snapped. 'In any case, I had to use the toilet, as well, so by the time we were both out again...' '...the love-birds had flown,' Tracey finished the sentence. Diane shrugged rather helplessly. 'As you say, Terri is an adult, and there's nothing we can do...' She was interrupted by her phone ringing. She picked it up. 'Hello. Diane Jones speaking. How can...' She gasped. 'Terri! Where are you? How are you? What happened?' She listened for a few seconds, then, 'OK. We'll be straight there. See you in five minutes.' She put down the phone, stood up and pulled on her jacket in one smooth operation. 'Come on Tracey. Terri's in the cafe across the road. She needs to speak to us.' *** In her low-cut evening dress, with the sparkling shoes and matching evening bag, and long, dangling earrings, Terri looked rather out of place amongst all those business people in the cafe. At some stage, she'd obviously touched up her make-up, and done a not too bad job on it, although it was hardly up to the polished look she'd had the previous evening. Diane sat down at the table, whilst Tracey went to order some coffees. 'Terri. Where have you been? What happened last night?' Terri's reaction completely flabbergasted Diane, for she smiled. 'It would almost be easier to tell you what didn't happen last night,' she said. 'Ivan told me so many things at dinner, and now I know the answer to the ultimate question: what happened ten nanoseconds after the Big Bang. But I'll come to that in a minute. First, I'd better tell you about the whole evening. 'Diane, you engineered the hijacking of Marjorie's seat superbly,' she continued. 'Ivan was chatting me up almost before my bum had hit the chair, and I think even if Marjorie had come along a minute later, she would have been the one who had to go and find another seat - not me. Because Ivan's eyes were riveted on my cleavage. 'Hell, it was so exciting, knowing that he couldn't avert his eyes from my body. Now I know why you do it so much, Tracey,' she said, as Tracey returned to their table carrying two cups of coffee. 'He plied me with wine, and we started talking about the Big Bang, and he told me so much, and I asked some really intelligent questions. For most of the time during our meal, everything seemed crystal clear - I could understand precisely what he was talking about, and I could follow his reasoning. It was just, so exhilarating! 'But then, the wine kept coming, and I had trouble grasping a few of details. Then there was more wine, and I had to go to the toilet, and Tracey helped me repair my make-up. As I was leaving the toilet, Ivan was waiting for me. He said that if I had difficulty with some of the concepts, he had some unpublished diagrams in his hotel room which would clarify everything. 'Next thing I know, we're in a taxi and Ivan is slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I know I should have stopped him, but I thought, "I am a woman. What would any other woman do now?" and then before I realise it, the two of us are tongue jousting. I remember thinking, "I've had too much wine, but who cares? I'm bloody enjoying this. No one, ever before, has been so desperate to have sex with me." Terri eyed Diane. 'I was so drunk - with the wine and the situation - I never even thought about whether he would notice that I was wearing that Hiplet, thing. I don't remember going up to his hotel suite, but suddenly we were inside and he was pushing me down onto a settee, pulling my skirt up around my waist, and almost tearing my panties in order to get them off. 'It was only when he'd pushed himself inside me that I remembered about the Hiplet, and I thought, "Hell! It really does work." Not only that, but I could *feel* him inside me. That was an incredible surprise. I guess it's the way my genitals were packed inside the Hiplet, which meant that his cock continuously rubbed against them.' He broke off as he saw the expression of shock on Diane's face, and of delight on Tracey's face. 'Sorry. I guess it's kind of embarrassing, saying all these things to you two girls, but I have to tell someone.' 'Terri,' Diane said, 'it's our fault everything happened to you last night. The least we can do is to listen to your tale of woe; and don't worry about it being embarrassing to us - it's not. I've seen and heard far worse things in my life. So continue.' 'But that's the point,' Terri said. 'It's not a tale of woe. It was great - no, that's not a strong enough word - it was absolutely, bloody fantastic. I had an incredible orgasm only a few seconds after he'd started thrusting inside me - and then another one - and another. Like nothing I've ever experienced before. 'Then Ivan came and my orgasm reached an absolute crescendo of pleasure. You can't believe...' 'Hello, Terry. You look good in that dress.' There was a moment of shocked horror as all three of them wondered who was the owner of the voice that had come from behind them. They all turned and saw Gavin. 'Do you mind if I join you?' He had already got a coffee in his hand, and before any of them could speak he was sitting amongst them. He looked around and saw the expressions on their faces. 'Sorry, I suppose you were trying to have a quiet word together - to give Terry a bit of encouragement. When I saw you dressed like that, Terry, I thought I ought to come and encourage you as well.' 'You're being very broadminded, Gavin,' Diane said. He shrugged. 'You could get your head into a terrible state if you weren't broadminded about your own homosexuality,' he said. There was a moment's stunned silence, as everyone wondered if he meant what they thought he meant. 'But Gavin,' Tracey said, on the verge of going into total shock, 'Diane said you were married to Tina.' Gavin shook his head. 'I'm not the first gay person to get married. But it's over now. Tina and I have agreed to divorce, and I want to pursue my true sexuality.' He turned to Terri. 'Terry, you probably realise I've been giving your PC better service than any other machine in the building. As soon as I set eyes on you, I thought you were the prettiest person I had ever seen in my life. Now, with that dress on, you are absolutely beautiful.' 'I suppose,' Terri said to Tracey, 'this is the kind of bullshit that we girls have to get used to.' Tracey nodded, but it was Diane who said, 'Yes, but you're supposed to flutter your eyes demurely, and say, "Oh, you are silly." ' Terri fluttered her eyes and said to Gavin, 'Oh, you are silly.' *** After a few minutes more talk, Diane and Tracey decided they had to get back to the office, leaving Terri and Gavin chatting together. As they were about to stand up, Terri said, 'Diane, there's something I wanted to ask you about the Bustlet you borrowed. I tried to remove it this morning, but it seemed to be well and truly stuck in place. What do I have to do to get it off?' He'd addressed the question to Diane, but for some reason, Tracey seemed to know the answer. 'It's the gel,' she said. 'It's quite important to use it as it prevents the skin from perspiring and getting messy and smelly. But it's an adhesive that bonds the Bustlet to the skin, so it will be about two weeks before it will come off.' 'Two weeks?' Terri gasped. 'Tracey,' Diane said, 'didn't you think that would be a problem if Terry was stuck with big boobs for two weeks?' 'Oh!' Tracey said 'I never thought of that.' *** Terri walked to the door of the caf? with them. 'Thanks for changing my life,' she said, and gave both Tracey and Diane a hug. 'Terri,' Diane said, 'I'm just itching to know something. You said just now that last night you learnt the answer to the ultimate question - about the ten nanoseconds after the Big Bang. Is it something you can explain in just a few words, or will it take forever.' Terri shook her head. 'It's not complicated at all,' she said. 'In fact, Ivan was able to demonstrate it very effectively. Ten nanoseconds after the Big Bang, male sexuality drops to zero, and ten seconds after that, the man is saying something like, "I've got to leave early for the airport in the morning, so thanks for everything. Maybe I'll see you again sometime." 'If you're as lucky as I was,' Terri continued, 'you can at least spend the night on his settee whilst he sleeps in his own bedroom, only to be woken at five-thirty with him saying, "Are you still here? I'd have thought you'd have pissed off by now. Never mind, I've got a taxi waiting downstairs. Bye." ' Terri gave a philosophical smile. 'So, the thing that I learnt last night about ten nanoseconds after the Big Bang, I guess you girls have known virtually all your lives.' His smile broadened. 'At least, I have learnt. But like Gavin, I think I need to explore my sexuality a bit. I've just asked him, and we are going to play hooky for the rest of the day. He's going to take me shopping for some more suitable clothes, and Tracey, I'll let you have your dress back as soon as I've had it cleaned.' 'There is no way,' Tracey said, 'that I'm going to let a woman of less than twenty-four hours go shopping without another woman present. My boss is going to be out today, so I'm playing hooky as well. I'm coming along.' 'I guess,' Diane said, 'that means I have to stay behind and hold the fort. What shall I say if anyone asks?' 'Tell them,' Terri said, 'that Tracey and I are liaising with the IT Department, and discussing purchasing options. We haven't yet got round to discussing hardware, but we may be able to fit it in later this afternoon.' 'Wow!' Tracey said. 'You bet, and you needn't think that's just boys' games. I'm not certain whether it will be two guys and one girl, or two girls and one guy, but whatever, I'm up for it.'