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Warning--some people may find parts of this story in bad taste. Poetic Justice by Joannebarbarella I see this nice-looking young boy in Starbucks. He seems very downcast and my heart goes out to him. The coffee-shop is not crowded so I can't use the excuse of no seats to sit next to him. I decide on the direct approach. "May I sit with you?" I ask him. He looks at me suspiciously. "If you want to," he says, so I sit. "What's a nice boy like you doing in a place like this?" He gives me an old-fashioned look. "Now I know you're making fun of me," he says, and laughs. "No I'm not, not really. You just looked so down that I thought I had to try and cheer you up and at least I got a laugh out of you. You are much better looking when you laugh." I hoped he would take this in a positive way. "Let me explain a little. I was sitting in this same coffee shop a few years ago and someone saw that I was pretty miserable and took the trouble to come over and cheer me up, so now I try to return the favour. Don't get me wrong- I'm not some kind of do-gooder and I'm not trying to sell you anything. If you want me to go away, just say so, and I'll go." "No, please don't go. I do appreciate having someone to talk to. I haven't had that many opportunities lately." In a way he was almost begging me to stay. I replied, "My name's Joanne and if you want, we can talk, and if not, we'll just enjoy a nice cup of coffee together and talk about the weather, OK?" "Fair enough, pleased to meet you Joanne. My name is Alan," and then he stopped, obviously at a loss as to how to progress the conversation. It was time for me to take charge of this situation and get him going, but I wasn't sure how to do that either. I took the bull by the horns, as it were. "Well, are you going to tell me why you were looking so sad or are you going to tell me to mind my own business?" I asked him. "It's a bit of a long boring story," he said, "and I'm not sure you'd be interested, and I don't want to sound as if I'm whining." "Try me. It helps to share a problem with somebody else, even if they can do nothing to help you, but you'd be surprised how often something unexpected turns up." I speak from experience. So he tells me his story. He is 16 years old- nearly 17- he emphasises, and left school a couple of months ago. The small country town in which he has lived most of his life has little opportunity for anything but dead- end jobs, and he doesn't fancy working in the local butcher's or baker's as a shop assistant for ever, so he decided to come to our city to seek better prospects. So far, those prospects haven't materialised. He says he's pretty good at CAD (computer aided drafting) but the companies are not hiring, or tell him he's not sufficiently qualified. The main problem is that he's living in a hostel and if he doesn't find something soon he will run out of money and have to go back home. I am sure that this is not the whole story, but I'm pleased I got him to open up this much on our first meeting. I make sympathetic responses and tell him I will keep my eyes and ears open for any suitable vacancies. He probably doesn't believe me, but I will, just not quite the situations he expects.I leave him with a promise to meet him in the same place, same time, day after tomorrow. ******* It was very strange to be approached that way, especially by a very good- looking girl. Normally they don't look twice at me. At first I thought she was making fun of me, but afterwards she seemed to be genuine and a nice person. She probably won't turn up next time but I'll wait for her anyway. I can still afford a coffee and it's warm in here, at least. ******** To tell the truth, I had seen the boy before and had a strong gut feeling that we could help him, so much so that I had persuaded my wife, Francine, to buy a larger apartment on the strength of it, and we are moving next week. With a bit of luck history may repeat itself. I will definitely keep my appointment with Alan, I hope he doesn't chicken out. I really have to get the rest of his story out of him. ********* I walk into the coffee shop and she's already there, and I can't help it because my heart lifts as I give her a big smile. I'm so relieved she came today. I've had nothing to celebrate since I saw her before and it's so good that she's kept her word. I collect my coffee and walk over to join her. "Hi,Alan.Had any luck?" she greets me. "No. I've just been pounding the pavement, I'm afraid. Anyway, Joanne, how are you?" "Oh, I'm fine, but I'm sorry you're having such a hard time. It doesn't seem fair. Still, I'm so glad you came. I thought I might have come on too strong and scared you off, and I want to hear more about you and see if there's a way I can help." "Thanks, but I don't know what you can do unless you can magic up a job. If I don't find something soon I'll have to go home and, believe me, that's the last thing I want to do. My stepfather will have a great time making me feel even more miserable." "Why would he want to do that? You will have tried your best." "Because he's a sadistic bastard, and he's been trying to get rid of me ever since he married my mum." "Why didn't you tell her, then?" "Well, she wouldn't believe me for a start. She's blind where he's concerned and he's very careful to appear nice to me when she's around, but as soon as she's not there he starts sneering at me and calls me a useless little fairy and worse. It's probably the main reason I left." "But why would he call you a fairy?" I sigh, "After my dad died my mum took up dress making just for something to do. It wasn't really for the money, more to keep her busy so her mind was off him. She got me and my sister to help her with cutting out patterns and stuff. In a way that started me into CAD because I found I could use the computer to generate the shapes much quicker and more accurately. She also taught me to use the sewing machine and I enjoyed doing it. Sometimes she would use me as a model for final adjustment on a dress if the size was too small for my sister to do. A bit over a year ago she met my stepfather and one day he came to get my mum at our house. He seemed nice enough at the time and we were glad mum was happier. Anyway, this particular day he was early and mum was just finishing off a dress using me as a model. When he saw me he just laughed and made a joke about me looking cute. He didn't say any more about it until after he and mum were married, but then he started in on me with things like "dresses suit you much better" and "one day you'll make a lovely bride". I couldn't stand it." ************ By the time he had finished he was blushing like a lobster. I am now certain that Francine and I can help and it is time for me to bring her onto the scene. "That's really rotten," I say. "I would hate it if you had to go back to that. Look, I didn't realise things were that bad and I'm going to suggest a possible solution, but I can't promise yet. I want you to meet my partner Francine, and as long as she agrees, you could come and live with us until you get fixed up. We're just about to move into a new flat with four bedrooms, so we'll have enough room for you. Are you interested?" "Of course I'm interested, as long as you think it will work, but how will I pay you?" "Let's worry about that later, after you've met Francine." I got out my mobile phone and rang her on the spot. She says she can make it on Thursday morning and I fix it up with Alan right then. We chat on for a while and I tell him a little more about us, that we both work in the local theatre, Francine as the make-up lady and me as an actress (mainly understudy). I don't want him thinking we are too grand, but I don't tell him our secrets; that will come later. Thursday morning arrives and we two girls turn up on time to find him waiting for us with a slightly worried look. He's obviously nervous at the prospect of meeting Francine. She immediately sets about putting him at ease. "Joanne's told me all about you, and what a horrible situation you're in. It's hard to believe that people can be as nasty and two-faced as your stepfather, but I guess there are men like that around. You're just unlucky to be involved with one." We carry on talking and it is obvious that there is an empathy between the three of us that we will be able to develop into a fully-fledged relationship. After an hour or so Francine and I look at each other and she gives me a nod. "Do you mind if we speak to each other alone for a minute?" she asks Alan. "We'll just go outside and come right back. Don't go away." When we are outside Francine says to me, "I really think it will work, you are very perceptive, and so is his arsehole of a stepfather, but this time I don't want to make the same mistakes I did with you. We must tell him about us before he comes to live with us. Why don't you invite him for lunch tomorrow so that if he freaks out it will at least be in private?" I agree and we go back inside and invite Alan for lunch, telling him we just want to sort out a few more details. *********** I'm finding this a bit hard to believe. Francine and Joanne look so much alike they could almost be twins, except that Francine is obviously a few years older. They look like Paris Hilton only more beautiful, and they are both so NICE to me. I am happy to go to their place for lunch, but I hope the "details" are not too hard to sort out, because I do really want to live with them. So tomorrow comes and I turn up for lunch. Strangely they both seem quite nervous.I don't know why.We settle down with the food and they tell me about the new flat and how they're moving next week and if I would help them to move in, and how would I feel about helping with housework and cooking and cleaning and shopping and such if I came to live with them. I tell them that none of that is a problem. My sister and I had done all of those things for my mum after our dad died and she had virtually zoned out for a time and we kept on helping her so she could get herself back together. Then they take a collective deep breath and Francine says, "There is something you must know about us and accept if you are going to live with us. We don't want you thinking that we are making an offer under false pretences, so here it is. We are both transsexuals; you must decide if that gives you a problem." I am totally stunned. "I don't believe you." "It's true. Why would we lie?" "But you're both so good looking, and surely you're sisters-and -and you're so nice. Gaah, this is coming out all wrong." "First, thank you for the compliment. Secondly, technically Joanne's my husband, but that's a detail and we can explain that later. I understand it's a shock. What we need to know is if you have a fundamental problem with living with a couple of what some people would say are perverts." "Yes, it is a shock, but let me get my head around it, because first of all I've never known any transsexuals before." "How do you know? They may not have told you and we don't have labels on our foreheads." "That's a point. Look, excuse me if this comes out sounding wrong, but so far you have both been very kind and nice to me, far more so than most of the normal people around- damn- you know what I mean, and I look at you and I just see two girls.I was always taught to judge people by their actions and you have both scored on that basis. I guess if you are happy to have me, then I am happy to live with two nice people and if I put my foot in it at any time let me know." Both girls look relieved and Joanne gets up and comes over and gives me a hug. For some reason this sets me off and I burst into tears,maybe because I realise what a risk they have taken by telling me about themselves and maybe because I have found some real friends and I am going to live with them. The weeks of loneliness at the hostel and the poisonous atmosphere at home are in the past. Now I will have a new home with love in it. When I recover my composure discussion resumes on timetables for the move and payment for my duties. They insist that they will pay me $400 a week plus board and lodging, and although I protest that it's far too much, they say it's only till I get on my feet and then we can look at it again (I'm secretly relieved as I'm almost flat broke). Also I'm burning with curiosity about their life stories but I keep myself under control as I know there will be plenty of opportunities for these revelations later. It is agreed that as long as I don't mind roughing it I can move into the new flat before them and start getting it ready (mind! I'm ecstatic).When I leave them I'm walking at least six inches above the ground. ********* "Well," thinks Joanne, "that went about as well as could be expected. I hope it's as good when we're living together. He really is a very nice boy, and now I'm certain he'll become an even nicer girl, but the decision will be his own." ********* I move into the flat two days later and clean everything up so that when the girls come with the furniture and all their other gear and possessions their move goes smoothly.I didn't mind sleeping on the floor in my sleeping bag but when I get my own bed I feel as if I'm really home. It takes a few days to make everything ship-shape but soon I'm doing the normal household chores and we all settle in to the routine of day-to-day living and soon weeks have passed. One morning the girls are having a very sensual pash on the sofa in the lounge room and I am getting quite embarrassed because my cock is very hard, so I mumble that I've got to start making lunch and get up to leave. Francine looks at me hard and says: "Alan,have you ever had sex?" "No," I say,blushing. "Then it's very thoughtless of us to carry on like this in front of you. Joanne, I think we have a problem we ought to deal with right now, don't you?" Joanne nods, disengages herself and they both get up. They come over to me, each grabbing one of my hands and steering me into their bedroom. Between them they undress me completely and push me back onto the bed before removing their dressing gowns and nighties and jumping on the bed themselves. My cock is like a rock! "Dear Alan, we are going to start by taking your virginity, and then we are going to enjoy educating you, although I think you'll need a full course of lessons so that you properly understand that sex is not just mechanics but is about having fun and giving pleasure. Lesson one; start sucking my nipples," commands Francine. I do as I am told, and feel something envelop my shaft while Francine strokes my cheeks. Joanne is sucking my cock! Talk about a boy's wet dream! I come in a minute and Joanne swallows. "Now it's your turn," she says to Francine, who then begins to restore stiffness to my member, and, when she has succeeded, lowers herself onto me and proceeds to keep her word. For the next two hours the girls show me what a cock can do and how it can be encouraged to do it. Then they tell me "Here endeth the lesson- for today." Over the next few weeks they make a point of including me in all their passion sessions and any bedroom follow-ups. They teach me that sex can include all sorts of so-called "perversions" as long as no-one gets hurt and all the participants enjoy themselves. So they educate me as promised, with love and compassion, and I grow to realise that these two are totally extraordinary people who I am very lucky to have met, let alone live with. During this time they tell me more about themselves, how Francine always wanted to be a girl and her mother helped her, and how Joanne discovered her sub-conscious longings after meeting Francine and falling in love with her. These revelations cause me to ask myself some difficult questions, but at least now I have sympathetic ears to listen to me. One day I say to them, "Can we have a serious discussion?" "Of course dear," they reply. "Do you think my stepfather is right about me?" I ask. "What do you mean?" "He kept on saying or implying that I should be a girl. I hated it when he said that, but now that I have lived with you for a few months I wonder if he saw something in me that I couldn't see myself. What I want to know is how you would feel if I dressed as a girl? Would you still let me live with you or would you throw me out?" "Oh, Alan, how could you think we would ever throw you out. Look, if you want to dress as a girl- if you think that's right for you- then we'll help you any way we can, but you have to think this through. You're talking to two people who have been through this. Dressing as a girl is not just wearing a dress. You have to become a girl on many levels. You must start from the naked state and work outwards. Your face and hair must be a girl's. Your movements and mannerisms and body language must be a girl's. Your voice and speech must be a girl's and you must learn to think like a girl. If you are prepared for all that we are with you. We are your friends after all is said and done.But if you decide to go ahead we would like you to take a hypnotherapy course. We have both had it and it helps to reinforce your true desires. It can't make you do anything you really don't want to do. It can also be useful in learning techniques and locking in positive responses," all of this from Francine with Joanne nodding agreement. "I really would like to try. I still don't know if it's right for me. It's just that I still feel there is something missing in my life and all I can think of is that when my mother used me as a model in her dressmaking I used to wish that she would let me wear the underwear as well and maybe make-up so that I would look the part and not just a stupid boy in a dress." "OK, darling, if you're sure, we'll arrange a session with the hypnotherapist as soon as possible. You will have a trigger word which will give you post-hypnotic commands to ensure positive feedback in your training. So that you know that we won't abuse our positions we are going to give you our trigger words as an insurance to you.We'll have to write them down because if we hear them spoken they take effect immediately." Francine writes down four words on a piece of paper and gives it to me. I read "Joanne--GOLDILOCKS" and "Francine --BARBARELLA" They must really trust me! I thought about this and then think a little insurance wouldn't hurt. I say, "GOLDILOCKS, BARBARELLA, I want you to do your very best to make me into a girl. That's all." They both twitch slightly and then carry on as if I have said nothing. I'm confused as to whether this is what I really want. On the one hand a part of me is dying to wear girls' clothes and on the other hand I'm scared out of my mind, no, terrified, at the thought of doing it, but I know I have to try or never know the answer, and I have the best support I will ever have. ********** We manage to arrange a session with our hypnotherapist for Alan the very next day and go to his offices to start the treatment. Francine and I both go to keep him company and reassure him. We instruct the therapist to reinforce Alan's confidence and self-esteem and to give him the trigger word RAPUNZEL. We also tell him to gently enhance any tendencies to femininity, but not to initiate them, but we look at each other and this does not seem enough, so we revise our instruction to strongly reinforce feminine tendencies. The treatment goes as usual with the subject being unaware of the time spent in trance. We take him home in a very cheerful mood. I tell Alan the next morning that he has to remove all his body hair before showering and give him the depilating cream. When it's had its effect I help him to wash it off. He protests at my help but I remind him that I've seen him naked many times in the past few months and he gives in. We get him showered and I rub him with body lotion. He feels good and when he's dried I have him lie on the bed and apply breast forms to his chest with adhesive that will last a week. The silicone forms are so good these days that it is almost impossible to see any join between real and artificial flesh. When he looks at himself in the mirror he gets hard and I can't resist giving him a blowjob to settle him down. We then get to dressing him and I turn the mirror to the wall so that he will not see himself until he's fully ready and made-up. I give him a pair of white satin panties and a matching underwired bra and help him to put them on. He's got nice cleavage. Next comes a waist cincher and then stay-up black stockings. I can see he loves this underwear. I have chosen a maid's black satin dress with a low-cut neck and puff sleeves over a short frilly white petticoat for him to wear today because I think this should make him feel both feminine and submissive, and of course the obligatory 4-inch black-patent heels. He wants to look at himself but I won't let him until I've done his make -up and wig. I sit him down and put a smock on him and make up his face, taking great care to give him very intense eye make -up and false lashes, and coral pink lipstick. I choose a black wig to enhance the French-maid look with a fringe and mid -neck length, which I brush to a nice full shape. The final touch is a pair of 3-inch clip-on hoop earrings and a dash of perfume. I study my handiwork and I'm satisfied for a first run. Next time we'll do better. Now I tell him/her to stand and close his/her eyes and turn the mirror back to face the room. "OK, Alan, open your eyes and tell me whatyou think," I say. He gasps and almost staggers. I grasp his arm. "It's not me.I don't believe it." "RAPUNZEL. It is you, but who are you? What is your name? We can't call you Alan when you look like that, can we?" With no hesitation she says, "My name is Elaine." She begins to admire herself in the mirror like any girl would, turning from side to side and tugging at her dress. "Welcome , Elaine, do you think you'll be staying? Personally, I hope you do, because I think you're very pretty. Let me call Francine to see you. I think she'll be delighted." I go and fetch Francine. When I bring her back Elaine is still admiring herself. Francine claps her hands and says, "Elaine, you're so pretty. Please don't leave us, say you won't." "I think I'm here for good. I think this is the real me that I've been missing all these years. All of a sudden I feel so RIGHT inside. Do you both really like me? Oh, I hope so, do say you do." "We think you're great," we say together. "Good, now I'd better go and do the housework, it's getting late," and she bustles off and starts to perform her normal duties with twice her ordinary enthusiasm(as Alan she was enthusiastic but this Elaine is something else).The 4-inch heels don't slow her down at all. *********** Oh God, I feel so good, so happy, so RIGHT. I'm in heaven.The first instant I looked in the mirror I was terrified because I didn't know the girl looking back at me and I almost passed out. I felt guilty and scared and ashamed and elated all at the same time, but when Joanne asked me my name I suddenly knew and it was like a flash of lightning had hit me. I knew that this is what I am meant to be. Why did it take me all these years to find out that I am meant to be a girl? Why didn't I say something to my mum or my sister? Surely they would have understood? Or would they? Never mind. It doesn't matter any more. I have two wonderful women who accept me for what I am. Oh, I love these clothes.They feel so comfortable and look so pretty. I love these shoes. They are so elegant and make my legs look so shapely and much longer. I love my face made up and framed by long dark hair. This is me. I'm never going back. My name is Elaine! *********** She's like a whirlwind all day. Francine and I go off to work in the evening and when we return she has prepared a pasta supper and chilled a bottle of white wine. She insists on serving us before sitting down and then we talk about what we do now. Tomorrow we will organise our hairdressers to come around and give her hair extensions and a facial, manicure, pedicure and pierce her ears. The next day we will go shopping for shoes and clothes. The thought of going out dressed as a girl scares her. "What if people see that I am a boy?" she asks. We assure her that nobody will ever suspect, but just in case; "RAPUNZEL, when you go out you will not worry about other people. Just believe in yourself. Look in the mirror. Are you a girl or a boy?" "I'm a girl." "That's settled then." After we've got her a basic wardrobe we will concentrate on femininity training, sitting and walking, deportment, body language, speech and grooming skills. Francine and I agree we can speed this up by recruiting our drama coach Susan to give Elaine lessons. With our timetable decided we reckon it is time for bed and tonight Elaine should sleep with us, to celebrate her birthday, as it were. We almost have to wrestle her out of her clothes and hold her down while we remove her wig and make-up, but she settles down after a shower and seeing the short lemon-coloured nightie we have ready for her. Even though she now has Alan's face again, somehow Elaine still shines through. When we are all in bed we start to play. She asks if we would use the dildo on her as a birthday present and we are happy to oblige. Later, we get our own presents before we all fall asleep in each others' arms. Morning comes and we disentangle ourselves. Elaine wants to get into "girl" mode immediately, but we restrain her until the hairdressers come. We know she will be happier when they have done their bit so we leave her in her nightie and a matching dressing gown. She knows how to pout already, but when the beauticians come she relaxes and enjoys the treatments. Getting hair extensions is a tedious business, but she is clearly fascinated and delighted with her new fingernails and painted toenails. Eyebrow shaping and a facial help fill in the time. When the extensions are finished her new hair is shaped and styled and her ears are pierced and keeper studs plugged in. This is where Francine comes in and gives her a superb make-up job. All this time we have not let her near a mirror and we continue to prepare her after the hairdressers leave. We have decided that a little black dress is the way to go. First, a corset with suspenders, then black silk panties and sheer black nylons and finally the dress, lowcut front and back with spaghetti straps. With her pale skin and black hair she looks just like a young version of that Welsh actress (you know, the one that married Michael Douglas). At last, we uncover the mirror. "Ta-dah!" we go together. "Was that worth waiting for?" She looks at herself for about ten seconds, raises her hands to her cheeks, and squeals, "Oh, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. It's wonderful. I'M wonderful. I love it. I love you both. I love me. What can I say? I'm speechless." Oh yeah? She preens and prances and twirls and does little jumps and strikes girly poses. Francine and I have to laugh, but, seriously, it's amazing. In two short days Alan has disappeared and been replaced by this bubbly young creature. She must have been terribly suppressed for years and dying to get out. Even her voice seems to have changed spontaneously. Training her is going to be so easy. All too soon we have to go off to work. It's been so satisfying to see her sheer joy and to know that we were right about her need for help. Soon we will tell her about Francine's promise, but not yet. When we come home she has changed into her maid's uniform and prepared our supper. We ask her why she changed and she says the LBD is too nice to wear when she's working and besides, she's a proper maid now and she must dress accordingly. We are two professional ladies with standards to keep up and she's not going to let us down. We have really scored here. After supper we again take her to our bedroom and this time she makes no fuss about undressing or removing her make-up. She's much more secure in her new personality and knows she will still be with us tomorrow. We had thought we would be making love when we got to bed but she goes out like a light, so we give her a kiss on each cheek, cuddle each other a little and go to sleep ourselves. We had set the next day aside for shopping, so after breakfast and making the bed, etc., we get ourselves ready, showered and dressed (Elaine has to shave her face to make sure her first public appearance goes OK--we'll fix that little problem soon) and we show her how to fix her hair and put on daytime make-up. With her permission we reinforce our instructions with RAPUNZEL. It makes teaching so much easier. We dress her in a charcoal grey skirt and jacket with a white blouse and plain black flatties and white bra and panties as she will be trying lots of outfits today so clothes will be going on and off. Then away we go. I think we all have fun, since outfitting somebody from head to toe doesn't happen every day, and in seemingly no time (although it was actually several hours) we have her kitted out with bras and panties, corsets, waist-cinchers, teddies, skirts, tops, stockings, dresses and shoes, plus a couple of all-purpose hand-bags. She's really worried about paying for all of this but we tell her a girl must have basic stuff and she can pay us back at $100 a week out of her wages. The last stop is for cosmetics and we load her up with cleansers, foundation, blusher, eye shadow and liner, mascara, lipstick and all the other little necessities. There will be more later but this will do for now. As we are just about finished she spots a shop with sewing machines and accessories and drags us inside. She begs us to let her buy a machine and sewing tools and of course we go along with her. She says it will save us thousands if she makes her own clothes and she will make things for us too. We can't resist. In the whole expedition there has been no suggestion that anyone has suspected that she is anything but a girl and we point this out to her when we get home as a boost to her self-esteem. It makes her very proud of herself. The next day we send her out by herself to the supermarket to do the regular grocery shopping with a little RAPUNZEL encouragement. Each of these trips increases her confidence when the people accept her as a girl without question. We also initiate her training in female behaviour and she is so eager to learn that it's almost too easy. For instance we had thought she would need help walking in high heels, but she doesn't need any help at all. It's as if she was born to it. She sways her hips and waggles her bum like a professional. She can sit and stand as if she's been doing it all her life. There are some things like the way she holds her hands and arms and bending to pick things up that require some work but one or two demonstrations and she's got it, then we lock it in with a RAPUNZEL. We bring in our friend Susan to give her speech training and deportment lessons and she is amazed. "I thought you were good," she says to me, "but this girl is fantastic. You're not kidding me, are you? She really was a boy? It's hard to believe. She's more natural than most of the girls I teach." "If you don't believe me look under her skirt." "My dear, I have no intention of doing anything so crass. I'll take your word for it. But I'll tell you, I think I could teach this girl anything, especially with the trigger word." Susan thinks it will take only a few lessons to fix the correct intonations into her speech. Body language, posture and deportment are already nearly ingrained. "While I'm at it, I may as well give her a few basic acting lessons if she's interested." "Good idea. Ask her what she'd like to do." We are continuing with the regular weekly hypnotherapy and starting sessions at the salon to remove Elaine's facial hair as well as just getting normal hair maintenance and facials. Every time we go out she picks up material for dress-making. She has set up her machine in a spare bedroom and disappears in there for hours at a time.Soon she has made herself a half-dozen maid's uniforms, very French and very sexy, which she delights in wearing while doing her chores. One evening at the theatre Susan comes up to us laughing. "That girl has a sense of humour," she says. "You're in for a surprise tonight, my dears." She refused to tell us any more, so we arrive home wondering what's going to happen. Elaine opens the door for us. "Bon soir, mademoiselles. Je m'appelle Helene!" and she proceeds to carry on like a French maid in a stage farce for the rest of the evening, not once stepping out of character. It's hilarious, she's got it down pat. When finally she gets undressed for the night she immediately reverts to normal and, of course we're all over her, so she tells us,giggling like a schoolgirl, that she got Susan to coach her for the part and then give her the post hypnotic command that when she's wearing a maid's uniform she has to be a French maid. This girl has turned the hypnotherapy on its head, and is using it for her own ends. After this, Francine decides we must tell her the rest of our stories and our last secret. I agree and we settle on doing it in the morning. We have breakfast and prevent Elaine from putting on a maid's uniform. This is serious, we tell her. It's time you knew everything. So we tell her about Francine's mother's request that she tries to help potential transsexuals, and how, in my case it got bent out of shape for a while because of the Tarts and Vicars Ball, but we sorted that out and my love for Francine led to my sex change. I tell her how I spotted Alan and reckoned he was a candidate for our help, but this time we were determined to do it right, so we made sure the decision was Alan's and not ours. And you're the result, we say, and we're very proud of you and we love you very much. All we did was provide you with a supportive environment and you did the rest yourself. "I have a confession to make," she says. "It wasn't quite all me. When I told you I wanted to dress as a girl you gave me a set of guidelines that I had to follow, and you told me your trigger words. I wanted to succeed so I used your triggers to plant a command that forced you to feminise me. Don't be mad at me." Francine laughed. "You little bitch. We will have to find a way to punish you for that. What do you think, Joanne?" "I think I know the perfect way. I told you about the Tarts and Vicars Ball. Well, Francine and I haven't been able to go recently because we're both female now and a couple has to be male and female. You, Elaine, are still physically male, so here is my punishment for you. You will go as my partner and this is how it will be. I then outline the scenario I am thinking of and Francine has hysterics. "Lovely, such bad taste, in both senses of the word," she says. "Well, my duplicitous little princess, what do you say to that?" "OK, I guess I deserve it, and it is funny. All right, I'm game if you are, and I'll make the dress." So, in the weeks that follow we prepare for the Ball. Elaine makes her dress and is coached for the role by Susan. We use Francine's contacts to produce a lifelike mask for me. A suit and tie are no problem to come by. Susan preps me as well for the night. "I think you are depraved," she sighs, "but nothing surprises me after all my years in the theatre. We must make sure you give the show your all." Francine is jealous, but admits it's my turn."I'll go as a French maid," she says, "just to see the fun." The night of the Ball finally arrives and we all don our costumes. Francine does the make-up for Elaine and herself. I don't need it with my mask. We get Susan to do the honours with our trigger words. RAPUNZEL, GOLDILOCKS "instruction" and off we go to the Ball. And that is the night when Monica gets her revenge and Bill Clinton gives her a blowjob to the cheers of the crowd. *********** EPILOGUE Elaine speaking, Although I agreed to do that night I really did not like that blue dress. It just didn't do anything for me. Anyway, two years have passed and I am happily living with Francine and Joanne. These days I make most of their clothes and Susan's and all sorts of friends and colleagues by word of mouth. They like my work and it brings in a steady income. Susan is a great fan because I can make her look slimmer. The girls like the sexy stuff and exotic fabrics I produce. I actually find it to be quite easy but everyone seems to think I have a talent and I'm not going to argue with them. I am mentally 100% female now but still have my male parts. We all like to exercise them on a regular basis and I still haven't made up my mind what to do with them. I am happy.