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Bert Mortenson opened the front door to his more than modest home in suburban Chicago and was disgusted by the site of the two teenaged boys engaged in a steamy sixty nine on his five thousand dollar leather couch. Quietly bypassing the lovers, Bert made his way into the kitchen and retrieved an imported bottle of beer from the fridge. Sitting at the kitchen table, he vowed that this was the last straw. Bert had two female lovers, a bisexual brace of lovelies that had beseeched him to provide shelter for the two fairies on his couch. Bert was the owner of a modest, but very successful construction company. His engineering degree had help make his company competitive in biddings involving more complex construction projects. 'What if I had brought home clients and had had them see those two idiots sucking each others cocks on my sofa?' He shuddered. 'I've got to get this straightened out, or a disaster is inevitable.' Rising from the kitchen table, beer in hand, Bert stepped into the living room and shouted. "Take your shit into your bedroom, God Damn it." Shaking his head, he watched as Alex and Nathan, startled, disengaged and hastily pulled up their pants and shamefaced, headed for their bedroom. That night, lying between his prizes, Megan and Sofia, Bert brought up the potential problem of Alex and Nathan. "Sweet hearts, we need to get the boys a job or something. All they seem do is lounge around and suck each other off. "Megan was slowly stroking Bert's cock while Bert was pinching and manipulating hers and Sofia clits. "We can't put them on the street Bertie; they are such naive little pansies. The only reason that Sophia and I brought them here was for their own protection," Megan whispered. Bert remembered the night that the girls had brought home the two lads. They were dressed like two refugees from a Liberace look-a-like contest. The girls had told him that they had seen them in a gay club after a GLBTG group meeting and saw that they were being pursed by some of the 'rough trade' gay's at the bar. Knowing that these little twinks were very vulnerable, they engaged them a short conversation that revealed that they were living together in a single room at a nearby flop and were decidedly broke. Concluding that the two effeminate boys were not a serious threat to anybody, the girls decided to offer them refuge at Bert's home. 'Thank you, girls,' thought Bert. Bert had met Megan and Sophia quite by accident; they had collided with his pick-up truck after Sofia had cruised through a stop sign near one of his construction sites. No one was injured, but the two women were somewhat emotionally shaken. After the police interview and the tow truck had hauled Sophia's Lexus away, Bert offered them a drink at a nearby bar and a ride home. Accepting, the drink led to dinner and their eventual moving in with him. They were quite bold in their first conversation at the bar. They told him that they were lovers and had been since their student days at Loyola University. They were struck by Bert's nonplussed acceptance of their relationship and intrigued by his rugged good looks and his 'straightness'. Despite being fifteen years younger than Bert, they decided to pursue the bachelor engineer. Bert proved to be an easy catch for the two striking brunette's. They had told Bert that while they deeply committed to each other, they both felt that they needed some male companionship to round out their lives. They confessed that they were impressed by Bert's openness to their relationship and felt that a relationship with such a liberal minded man could possibly work. They were astonished when Bert revealed his staunch Republican ties. When they moved into Bert's house, he showed them to a bedroom that he had hastily remodeled to include a large bathroom with tub and walk-in shower along with copious closet space accompanied by a large vanity and queen size bed. "I felt that you would feel much more comfortable with a room of your own," he explained, somewhat embarrassed. After the cook's tour of the house and modest grounds, the girls demanded to see his bedroom. Bert's bedroom was not near as large as the one he had offered the girls and while it had a private bath; it only contained the basic sink, shower and toilet. A modest dresser, night table and double bed completed the furnishings. Megan took one look and facing Bert, told him, "We'll need a larger bed, honey." Feeling the two women squirm under ministrations, Bert continued to reflect upon the two boys sharing a bed down the hall. 'They have been here for nearly two weeks and I don't know a damned thing about them,' he thought. 'Tomorrow, I will have to have a talk with them.' With that decision made, he released Sophia's clit and rolled onto Megan who opened her thighs in greeting and proceeded to engage in heterosexual sex in the old fashioned missionary position. "What about me," complained Sophia? "You were first last night, minx," replied Bert and Megan groaned in agreement. "Don't cum in her, big boy. We will want to cuddle after you fall asleep from your matriarchal duties," said Sophia. "And I do not like leaking bushes." Bert laughed, he knew that Sophia would take him in her mouth for him to ejaculate; she loved Megan's juices on his cock. Megan would repeat the process after he had ridden Sophia to at least one orgasm. Returning home from work the next day, Bert set a roll of construction drawings on the kitchen table and went in search of Alex and Nathan. He found them in the bar playing pool on the full sized table in the large room. "Gentlemen, we need to talk," said Bert somewhat brusquely. They two boys were mildly quaking. They had never actually talked with Bert. They knew who he was, of course, but all of their communications in the house had been with Megan or Sophia. Retrieving a beer from the fridge, Bert sat on a stool at the bar and motioned for the two boys to join him. They carefully sat at the bar, out of arm's reach and sipped their diet sodas waiting for Bert to begin. Examining the two carefully for the first time, Bert was struck on how frail they appeared. "Are you boys eating enough?" queried Bert? They both nodded. "You don't drink or smoke? Not that I particularly care," asked Bert. They both shook their heads. Taking a Dominican Elegante' from his shirt pocket, Bert carefully nipped the end, wetting the cigar in his mouth and finally lit it. The ceremony gave him additional time to gauge the two young men in front of him. They were both quite lithe and dressed in denim short shorts and sleeveless tee shirts; Bert was momentarily struck upon how girlish they were. Both wore their longish hair loose, not quite reaching their shoulders and each had a small gold earring in their right ear lobe. "Tell me about yourselves. You can start Nathan," quietly said Bert. Stuttering slightly, Nathan began, "Alex and me have been, you know, together since high school. Both of our mom's are divorced and they didn't like how close Alex and me were, or how we dressed and everything. So, we left home together and went in Chicago and then we met Megan and Sophia." Bert took a sip of his beer and asked, "How old are you boys?" Alex piped up, "We're both eighteen, sir." "Do your mothers know where you are?" asked Bert. Nathan, again stuttering, "They know that we are OK, but they don't know exactly where we are. We don't want to go home. Please don't send us away Mr. Morteneson." 'Frightened children,' thought Bert, 'frightened little girlie boys.' "I am not going to send you away, but I do want your mother's names and telephone numbers. It is very cruel to keep them in the dark concerning your whereabouts. They must be worried sick. Since your both eighteen, you can do pretty much as you please as to where you stay, but I insist that your mother's be notified as to where you are. "Taking a long pull on his cigar, Bert looked the boys in the eye and said, "There is the little matter of rent." "I assume that neither of you are, shall we say, are gainfully employed", began Bert. The pair morosely shook their heads. "Well, considering your youth and inexperience, I do not expect that either of you will soon be successful in changing your current occupational status." The boys looked at Bert quizzically, not sure of what he had just said. Noticing their confusion, Bert decided to speak Basic English. "Have either of you applied for a job anywhere recently? "Asked Bert? Again, a dual shaking of heads answered Bert's question. "OK then, starting tomorrow, you guys will be responsible for keeping the house neat. I expect the dishes and any laundry done, the rugs vacuumed and the place kept picked up. You are to start in on your household duties starting at 8:00 AM every morning and I will also give each of you fifty dollars a week walking around money, deal?" Two wide grins broke out on the nodding heads. "One more thing," Bert added menacingly, "Keep your sexual activities confined to your bedroom." That evening, Bert and the girls were dining at Martini's Italian Restaurant. Bert brought up his conversation with the ladies foundlings. "They gave me their mother's telephone numbers and I called them earlier. Needless to say, that they were relieved that the two shitheads weren't sleeping in an alley. I am to have lunch with them the day after tomorrow and I hope to have something to tell them besides that the boy's are our houseboys," began Bert. Sophia looked at Megan, "I guess that this is more complex than bring home a couple of strays." "I don't think that they can do anything, besides being houseboys, do you Sophia," answered Megan? Slightly irritated, Bert looked his girls in their eyes, "You two better start to work on this problem, otherwise we face the very real prospect of having two gay lover's waiting on us hand and foot for the rest of our lives. " Sophia smiled, "Well, they are very cute, running around in their short shorts and spaghetti strap tees." Megan giggled, "Oh yes, they are quite fem, and with very cute butts.' "Down girl," growled Bert. "They're not interested in us, Bertie dear. It's you that they would love to cuddle up with, and more," Smirked Sophia. Bert just snorted at that prospect. Megan interjected, "Your right, Bert. Those two have nothing that I know of to offer any employer. Basic high education and flamboyantly gay to boot, they are totally unfit for anything more than some sort of private service job. I can just imagine them behind the counter at a convenience store. Pouting lips and swaying butts on boys do not sell gas." Bert smiled, "I take it that there aren't any strictly gay gas stations?" "Of course not, silly. The Pak's and Hindus have them all locked up," rejoined Sophia. "And anyway, those are all family businesses and any pouting and butt swaying boys working in them are family." The trio was laughing quietly at the image of pouting and butt swaying East Asians swiping credit cards behind the bullet proof glass at their local gas station. "Enough about gay Asian gas stations," ordered Bert. "My impression is that these boys are extremely vulnerable. And, in continuing with the Asian theme, remember the Chinese philosophy concerning saving lives. You saved it, you are responsible for it." Megan reached over the table and grasping Bert's hand, "Darling, you are so generous, I love you for that." Sophia joined Megan's grasp and smiled. "I am a modestly wealthy man, my loves. I can afford to be generous. However, we still have a problem that cannot be blown off." Megan and Sophia sat back in their chairs, looking blankly and a little guiltily at Bert and just nodded their pretty heads in agreement; yes they did have a problem. Bert met with Alex's and Nathan's mothers for lunch at a not too upscale restaurant. He did not wish to intimidate them and needed their insights and acquiescence on any path that he may take concerning their sons. Janet Rolls, Alex's mother started the conversation, "Mr. Mortenson, first of all, I would like to thank you from the bottom of heart for telling me Alex's whereabouts. Rose and I were worried sick. I think you have guessed that the boys are not typical teenaged boys." Shamed, she dropped her face onto her breast. Bert, saddened by Mrs. Rolls embarrassment, replied, "Mrs. Rolls, I live with two lesbian women who also happen to like men, or at least some men. It was they who took your son and Mrs. Williams son under their wing and brought to my home." Tears started to flow down Rose Williams cheeks. Continuing, Bert said, "I must be frank with both of you. Although I am not gay, I hold no animosity towards the practitioners. I view homosexuality like persons of a different religion, as long as they don't try to convert me, live and let live." Janet started again, "Mr. Mortenson, we are grateful to you for taking our sons in, but we are very anxious to see them." Bert nodded, "At your convenience, ladies. If you need transportation, I will provide it." Rose Williams was dabbing her eyes with a tissue when she started, "Mr. Mortenson, you said that the boys did not want to come home and wanted to stay at your home? I would like to hear that for myself from Nathan." Taking a deep breath, Bert responded, "Mrs. Williams, I would rejoice if Nathan went home with you, but he and Alex were emphatic in their wish to stay at my home. Ever since my partners, Megan and Sophia brought them to my home, I have felt that I have to assume responsibility for them. I do want you both to visit them regularly. Perhaps with this change of venue, some reconciliation between you and your sons can be reached. I need to add, that I have no idea why they chose to strike out on their own. They are definitely not prepared for life in the real world." Janet Rolls broke in, "Bert, may I call you Bert? I think that they felt that they were an embarrassment to Rose and me. I'm sure that you are aware of how...effeminate they are. Fortunately, they were never seriously bullied ...about their actions, but mine and Rose's marital problems may have driven both boys closer together than they may otherwise have been." Bert leaned back in his chair, "Ever since Megan and Sophia have become a part of my life, I have become to be more sensitive, so to speak, of the issues that may affect your sons. They are obviously gay, I think, or perhaps they are 'transgendered', whatever that may be. I am hoping that they will consent to an interview with a psychologist that specializes in that area. I will cover all costs, of course. "Tears streaking down her cheeks, Rose replied, "Thank you Mr. Mortenson. Thank you for your concern and your generosity. After we finish this lovely lunch, could we see our son's?" "Absolutely." Replied Bert. Bert and the boy's mothers entered the front door of Bert's home and began to search for Nathan and Alex. Bert got a whiff of Sophia' and Megan's perfumes and followed the scents. They found the two lads in the laundry/utility room, folding laundry. Both were in their short shorts and tee's and wearing the short frilly aprons that Megan and Sophia had adorned their French Maid costumes with that they had worn at last Halloween's GLBTG party, that they had dragged a very uncomfortable Bert to. Seeing their mothers standing in the doorway, the boys stopped their folding and rushed to their mothers. After the touching reunion, Bert suggested that they all go to the bar and discuss the situation. "Alex, that is a very nice scent you're wearing," observed Janet. "I didn't know that you were so sophisticated." Rose just stared at the two boys. The aprons they were wearing were longer than their shorts and it appeared as if they were in skirts. She had a twinge of remorse when she thought that they appeared to so appropriately dressed. Bert just looked at the two sissies' and remarked, "If I were you two, I would shower and get the girl's perfumes off of you. If they catch you with their scents, they will definitely turn you over their knees. At least, that's what they do to me." Janet guffawed at the image she had of Bert over a woman's knee. Bert offered Rose and Janet a glass of South African Zinfandel and the boys a diet Coke; while pouring himself a stiff Famous Grouse. "You're mothers wanted to be sure that you had not been sold into slavery and were OK," started Bert. "I think that they are OK with you staying here for the time being, so relax and treat them with the respect that they deserve." The boys sat down on bar stools next to their mothers, their aprons neatly falling across their laps and their knees pressed together, an action that did not evade Bert's observation. After an hour of affection and small talk, Janet and Rose indicated to Bert that they were ready to leave. On the way out of the door, Bert stopped and faced his two houseboys, "Can you grill a steak on a charcoal grill?" he asked them. Both of them nodded an affirmative, Bert handed Nathan a one hundred dollar bill. "Take the Ford pick-up in the garage to Jensen's Meat Market, three stop signs down and to the left. Get four pounds of top sirloin, two pounds of mushrooms and some potato salad. That's supper, tonight. The keys to the truck are in the glove box. We eat at six thirty, got it?" The boys nodded, again and as Bert left with Janet and Rose he turned to the boys, "Do not drive my truck anywhere, dressed as you are and shower before you go." Sophia was astraddle Bert's hips, rocking slowly enjoying the fullness of his manhood deep within her. Megan was lying on her side with her head on Bert's shoulder enjoying watching her lovers. "Didn't the boys fix a great supper?" whispered Megan. "Ooh, yes they did," moaned Sophia. "They were so cute in their little denim shorts and aprons. I wanted to cuddle them so badly." "I hope to hell that they didn't wear their 'cute little costumes' to the meat market," grunted Bert. Megan nipped Bert's shoulder and giggled, "How would you explain that to Max Jensen, my lord and master?" "That is a very interesting question, my cannibalistic lover," groaned Bert as Sophia picked up her pace. "I was hoping that one of you would have a suggestion concerning our household staff." Sophia leaned forward on her hands, "I talked with Dr. Carol Henderson today. Dr. Henderson is a staff psychologist at Mercy and said that she was willing to meet the boys, informally, at no charge. Does that qualify as a 'suggestion'? She then shuddered and quickened her hips and mewed several short moans. "I'm near the point," gasped Bert. "Get off of him Sophia," urged Megan, "I'll take it from here." As Sophia lifted her leg and dismounted from Bert, Megan quickly slid down the man's chest and just in time, slid her lips over the distended cock head. Sliding up the fine cotton sheet, Sophia pressed her lips to Bert's, smothering his grunts as he came into Megan's mouth. "This Dr. Henderson, you say that she is a psychologist?" Groaned Bert as Megan gently squeezed his balls and firmly worked the excess sperm out of his penile canal. "With a diploma on the wall and a white coat," smirked Sophia as she pecked at Bert's face. "And, she specializes in transgendered issues, so an interview with our lads might just be the place to start our search for the 'proper' solution," she concluded. Just then, Megan released Bert's cock and grabbing Sophia's head, planted a tongue probing, very sticky kiss on her best girl friends mouth. Snickering at Sophia's wide eyes, Bert remarked, "I imagine that our wards are having an equally sensuous exchange of recent sexual information." Coming up for air, Sophia lightly slapped Bert on his stomach. "Enough smart remarks from you, mister, I will arrange for Dr. Henderson to drop by for lunch this weekend. I am sure that she will be very interested in our 'maids'. Bert grunted his agreement and reaching over and cupping Megan's chin and raising an eyebrow, "Doggy style?" he asked. Nathan escorted Dr. Henderson to the sun room where Megan, Sophia and Bert were sitting at a large, round patio table. Sophia made the introductions and Dr. Henderson, a slightly dumpy woman in her fifties quickly began. "Mr. Mortenson, I believe that I was just escorted by one of your concerns." Raising a mug of Columbian coffee to his lips, Bert responded, "Doctor that was only one half of my problem. The other half will be here shortly to see to your needs." As on cue, Alex minced into the sun room and asked Dr. Henderson her preference. After bringing Dr. Henderson her tea, the two subjects of the gathering retired from the sun room. "They certainly appear to be well trained domestics," observed the doctor, smiling. Sophia and Megan began to snicker. Bert peered at the ceiling and dryly remarked, "I fear that they may be making retirement plans as we speak." The girls started to laugh out loud. "Mr. Mortenson, if you don't mind, I would prefer that you are not present at my informal interview this morning. A strong male presence, such as yours may well inhibit the boys from being forthcoming. I would ask you to allow that Sophia and Megan and I conduct the interview alone with the boys. It would create an atmosphere conducive to 'girl talk' so to speak." Bert brightened at this suggestion, "While I am the de facto guardian of the boys, I grant you that my presence could be stifling. Ladies, I will take my leave, good luck." After Bert had left for, who knows where? Megan picked up a small silver and shook it, signaling for one of the houseboys to report to the sun room. "I could get used to this hand and foot stuff," said Megan. Sophia shot her a disapproving glance. Dr. Henderson interjected, "Ladies, I need to know all of what you know about these two boys, even the seemingly trivial. Then we will all need to try and engage them in conversation so that I can try and organize some sort of coherent basic analysis. Sophia and Megan loved this sort of connivance and nodded enthusiastically. Just then, Nathan minced into the sun room. Sophia ordered, "Nathan, please bring a full pot tea for us and some of those sugar cookies in the jar. Also, please start another pot brewing." When Nathan reappeared with the tea and cookies, Megan asked him, "Sweet heart, please get Alex and bring two more cups, we would like you girls to join us." Smiling broadly, Nathan nodded. Smiling benignly, Dr. Henderson started her questioning. In a soft, friendly voice she asked about the two boys sexual relationship (oral only), their feelings about their fathers (distant), about their mothers and Sophia and Megan (envious), about their future aspirations (blank) and about Bert (grateful and fearful). "Did either of you wear or attempt to wear your mothers clothing?" asked Dr. Henderson. Both boys shook their heads no. "Are you envious of Sophia and Megan?" she continued. Both nodded yes. "Why is that? She questioned. In a convoluted, round about answer, they conveyed to the doctor that they envied the women's easy relationship with Bert. "Would you like to have such a relationship with a man?" she continued. The boys faces reddened, "I would," said Nathan, "but I wouldn't like to leave Alex and how would a 'fairy' like me appeal to a 'man'. They like women and all." Doctor Henderson leaned towards Nathan and quietly said, "Nathan, would you like to be a woman?" Choking, Nathan replied, "I would like to try. Sophia and Megan are so understanding and they brought us here." "We were so scared," interjected Alex. "At the club where we met Miss Sophia and Megan, the men there were so scary, aggressive and like that." Tears started rolling down his soft cheeks. "But Megan and Sophia just ran them off and for the first time since I left home, I felt safe." Bert, err Mr. Mortenson is a very nice man, a bit scary though", added Nathan. "How so?" asked Dr. Henderson. Nathan balked slightly, "I think he expects things from us that we don't have. But he's not as cruel about it as our fathers were." Sitting back, Dr. Henderson said, "You may go now boys, I would like to talk with Sophia and Megan privately." After the boys left the sun room, Megan leaned forward and asked Dr. Henderson, "What do you think, Carol?" With a perplexed expression, Carol Henderson faced the two young women. "I don't know for sure. They certainly are very effeminate, but I would hesitate at this stage to pronounce them truly transgendered. Tell me about Bert." After an hour of tell all, Dr. Henderson asked the girls to have Bert give her a call at her office on Monday. On the following Monday, Dr. Henderson took Bert's call, "Thank you for getting back to me so promptly, Mr. Mortenson. " She then proceeded to fill Bert in on her conversation with the two boys. "Sir, if you are willing to invest a not insignificant amount of money for an experiment that could possibly clear up Nathan's and Alex's sexual identity, I would gladly make the arrangements," cautiously started Carol. "How insignificant are we discussing, Doctor?" asked Bert. Carol paused, "Bert, may I call you Bert? I would like to arrange a meeting for you with a Miss James. Ah, Miss James is what is commonly referred to as a Dominatrix. Her profession is training males to assume female persona's." Bewildered, Bert could only reply, "You're shitting me, Doc." Amused, Dr. Henderson could only conclude that Bert Mortenson was not a good candidate for Alicia James' very special academy. Pausing, Carol continued, "As I outlined to you. I cannot make a definitive pronouncement concerning the boy's subconscious gender identity, however I suspect that they are both primarily female. Ms. James' program will most likely affirm or deny my suspicions." Bert felt himself spiraling down a drain of wasted money, but he kept his cool. "About how much insignificant money are we discussing doctor?" asked Bert again. "I'm not sure, Mr. Mortenson. I am guessing in the low tens of thousands," ventured Carol. "I see," said Bert. "You believe that this Dominatrix babe is on the level and can make some sort of headway with my two little fairies?" "There is no need to become abusive, Mr. Mortenson," retorted Dr. Henderson. "And, in answer to your poorly phrased question, yes I think that she might very well be able to provide insight into your 'problem'." Admonished, it was Bert's turn to pause, "OK, Doc I will meet with Ms. James. However, there are no guarantees that I will accept enrolling my charges into her whatever program. And I will make stipulations concerning all aspects of her 'schools' programs." Smiling at this overt display of male ego, Carol replied, "I will make the necessary arrangements Mr. Mortenson. Bert arranged to meet with Alicia James at Cezar's Croatian-Mexican restaurant in Waukegan, guessing that that nobody in the place spoke an intelligible language. Sitting the bar, Bert watched a tall, severe but very attractive raven haired woman in early forties enter through the restaurants foyer. She was dressed in a very conservatively cut dark gray suit, modest make-up and elegantly simple gold earrings and chain necklace. Bert stood to attract her attention and they shook hands and returned to stools at the bar. "Mr. Mortenson, my good friend Carol Henderson told me that you may wish to retain my special services," opened Alicia James. 'Good, to the point,' thought Bert. Taking a deep breath, Bert replied, "Very possibly, Ms. James. There are several questions I wish to ask and you should realize, although I have known the two boys in question for only a short period of time. I have become very protective of them. What did Dr. Henderson tell you about them?" Sipping her martini, Alicia smiled and told Bert in detail the exact description of the two sissies'. Impressed with her knowledge of Nathan and Alex, Bert drove to the point of the meeting. "Ms. James, I don't have a clue as what it is that you do, could you give a description of your school's programs?" A wry smile crept across Alicia's face that she dispelled with another sip of vodka. "My school is like all schools in its mission. We instruct our students in the skills and manners that their benefactors would expect from graduates of a quality finishing school. We have students of both genders enrolled and they are carefully assessed as to their suitability for the course of instruction their sponsor desires. Often, we find a student that is not emotionally equipped for a proscribed course of instruction. When this occurs, we inform the parties involved that a less demanding course of instruction would be more suitable for the aspiring student. We do not proceed with a course of study for a student that we deem unsuited for." After another sip of her drink, Alicia continued, "Mr. Mortenson, we do not have a school course catalogue so to speak. What we do is mold our students to the role that their superior has requested. Sometimes, this is merely informed role playing. In effect, teaching the student how to please their partner with style and grace. Sometimes, it involves the student learning new physical skills with which to please their partner. Often, it is a combination of these two skills. There are also former students who return for more advanced training, post graduate work, so to speak." Bert was entranced with this bold and supremely confident woman. Gathering his tattered ego, Bert questioned, "Assuming that Dr. Henderson field report is accurate, what sorts of program do you in mind for Nathan and Alex?" Raising her finely arched eyebrows, Alicia replied, "Based upon the information Carol provided, I am inclined to introduce your charges to at least a month totally immersed in femininity along with a suitable period of forced celibacy." As this statement flew completely over Bert's head, he had to ask, "The celibacy they could use, but what are you meaning by 'immersed femininity?" Alicia smiled broadly, "I will have them living full time as girls. My guess is that they will love it. What they won't like is the prohibition of sexual contact between them." Leaning back, Bert peered at Alicia, "Are you saying that your course of instruction will consist of how to cross dress properly and become exceedingly horny?" A small laugh and a larger smile came from Alicia, "It will be much more involved than prancing about in dresses and dreaming of sexual release." Continuing, she grinned, "I am leaning towards having them as day pupils. That is, they will continue to live at home and report for classes every weekday. Instruction will include the typical hygienic and beauty skills most young ladies obtain through their formative years. They would dress in feminine attire full time, including bed clothes. They also would be introduced to grace and deportment classes in order to transform our little ducklings into the swans that I am sure they will wish to become. Bert sat back on his bar stool with his mouth agape. Just then the maitre'd arrived and interrupted Alicia to tell Bert that his table was ready. Alicia shot a much practiced glare at the man. The smallish Hispanic man, froze in his tracks, hastily apologized to Alicia for his transgression and hurriedly returned to his station with a curious concern for the safety of his testicles. Bert looked at Alicia and motioned to the table where the waiter was making the final settings, "Shall we eat?" After dinner, Alicia returned to the subject of Bert's two 'houseboys'. "I am not sure of what you are looking for in results? I understand that as far Carol understands that you are a confirmed heterosexual male with two mistresses, you lucky but foolish boy. I do not think that you are investigating my school for the purpose of adding two na?ve girly boys to your harem. What are your motives, Mr. Mortenson?" "Good Samaritan perhaps, my girls made a fateful intervention into these boy's lives when they brought them home from the gay club. Also, I have met their mothers and have, I feel, a deep responsibility to them to protect the lads basic interests," responded Bert. Continuing, Bert confessed that he was uncomfortable with a forced feminization program and was emphatic that absolutely no sexual or physical abuse was to be inflicted upon Nathan and Alex. Alicia leaned forward across the table, toying with her wine glass, "Bert, we abuse only those students who wish to be abused, and we have them. The sexual contact with Nathan and Alex will limited to installing the sexual restraints and a small anal plug." "Bert frowned, "Anal plug? Why would they require a butt plug?" Smiling, Alicia took a sip of wine, "The walk, Bert, the girlish gait that enhances their transformation. The penis restraint involves inserting their darling little penises into a small stainless steel tube and the tube is fastened to a scrotum ring and locking device. The result is that their little playthings are securely locked up and forced between their thighs. The butt plug will force them to stride in swaying, inline gait. This also will add to the wearing comfort of the restraint, in that forcing them out of their typical male stride which would compress their thighs onto their imprisoned balls." Bert mouth was wide open in astonishment and his chin was resting upon his upper chest at this revelation. Giggling, Alicia suggested Bert try the restraint system for a month. She added that his mistresses would find the exercise immensely amusing. Bert merely blanched at this proposal. "As far as physical abuse is concerned, we do use corporal punishment with uncooperative students. In the case of students like Nathan and Alex, we would limit it to paddling their buttocks with a padded ping pong paddle and since they would be day students, they can simply opt out of the program by not returning." Trying not to laugh at his vision of the two boys, hands on their knees with their skirts laid over their backs and one of Alicia's instructors whaling on their backsides with a ping pong paddle. "Ah, Ms. James," Bert started, "What is the 'tuition' for your program?" "Mr. Mortenson, we will ask Three thousand dollars per month, per student. That does include school meals and uniforms," replied Alicia. "Uniforms?" queried Bert. A conspiratorial grin enveloped Alicia's face, "Yes, uniforms. We have found that for students of Alex and Nathan's nature, school girl uniforms are universally effective. It initially embarrasses them into obedience and hastens their acceptance of more mature female clothing." Shaking his head, Bert acquiesced, "I will ask the boys if they are interested in experimenting in life on the other side of the fence, and I will ask their mothers for their permission to proceed with your program. About how long do you think these 'school days' would last"? Closing her sale, Alicia said, "I would recommend at least three months of 'basic' feminine training and after that it depends upon what the student feels 'she' requires to complete 'her' transformation, if 'she' truly desires it." Overwhelmed, Bert merely nodded, "I will be in touch, Ms. James. Thank you very much for the most remarkable evening of conversation that I have had in my life." Rising to leave, Alicia asked one final question, "Mr. Mortenson, Carol told me about your Sophia, I would very much like to meet her some day." A chill went down Bert's spine. That night, Bert regaled his lovelies with the contents of his dinner conversation with Alicia James. They both feigned outrage that they were not invited to accompany him to his soiree, but were quick to start into female to female conversation concerning new 'uniforms' for their new 'maids'. Drowsily, on the edge of sleep, Sophia whispered to Bert that she would like meet Alicia. Bert felt the spinal chill settle into his balls. On the first day of 'school', a limousine pulled into the driveway and a tall, strikingly pretty chauffeuress announced that she was Ms. James' driver assigned to pick up the new students Natalie and Alexius. Standing between the slightly quaking boys he said, "Go along with the driver boys, if you don't think you'll like it, you don't have to go back tomorrow." The tall driver smirked at the boy's distress, knowing that it was probably their last morning in pants. Unable to concentrate at work, Bert returned home and puttered about the yard feeling decidedly guilty about sending the two lads into the clutches of Alicia James. Around three PM, Bert went into his home bar and opened a beer and sat down and waited for his 'kids' to get home from 'school'. As a life long bachelor, he was emotionally in very unfamiliar territory. At last, he heard the front door open and resisted the impulse to rush into the foyer and greet his charges. Hearing multiple footsteps going in and out of the front door he became concerned and opened a locked drawer in the bar that contained his Smith and Wesson .357 long barreled hand gun. He did not remove the pistol from its case, but he knew that it was loaded and kept it at the ready. Finally, the front door closed and a pair of footsteps went into the boy's bedroom and the door closed. Unable to wait any longer, Bert went to the door of the boy's bedroom and knocked softly. "Guy's, I need to talk with you about your day, please join me in the bar." A soft 'yes sir' answered from behind the door. Nervously sipping his beer, Bert's anticipation had set him on edge when two girls walked into the bar area. Astonished, Bert set his bottle onto the counter top and gazed at what was for the entire world to see, two young girls in their late teens. Dressed in very short pleated skirts, short sleeved white blouses and feminine neck ties, completing their outfits were knee socks, low heeled pumps and scrunchie bound pony tailed hair sitting high on the back of their heads. Their eyes were firmly focused upon the rug at their feet and their faces bright red. Bert rose from his stool and came around from behind the bar to stand at the front. "Amazing," he began, "You are very pretty girls." The newly minted girly boys lifted their faces and tears started to roll down their cheeks. "What happened?" asked a very concerned Bert. "They paddled us," wailed Nathan/Natalie. "Come here and tell me about it," ordered Bert as he sat down on a bar stool. The two girls came and each sat on one of Bert's knees, their perfumed hair started a reaction from Bert's sex center. 'Down boy,' thought Bert. "Know tell me why they paddled you." Alexius began, "When we arrived at the school, we had a long talk with a Ms. James. After about a half an hour, she, Ms. James called in an instructor and we were told to go with her." 'Out of the frying pan and directly into the fire,' thought Bert. "The instructor took us to a bedroom and told us to strip out of our clothes and douche," blushed Alexius. Natalie's head was buried in Bert's shoulder and she mumbled, "She, the instructor wanted us to put these tube things up into our butts and I didn't want to and she grabbed my wrists and bent me over and paddled me three or four times, real quick." Bert took a deep breath, "And did you put the tube things up your butt?" Nodding into Bert's shoulder, Natalie confessed that she complied and actually enjoyed it. 'Sweet Jesus', thought Bert. 'What have I put these kids into?' "What happened after the enema?" asked Bert. "Natalie and had to shower together and shave all the hair off of our bodies below our eyebrows," volunteered Alexius. "That couldn't have been too serious,' thought Bert. "Then Mistress Deborah, that's the woman who paddled me, made Alex and me face each other in the shower and jack each other off in front of her while she laughed at us and called us 'pathetic sissies'. Bert sagged a bit, 'At least this Mistress Deborah was right about that,' he thought. "Go on," urged Bert. "After we had cum, Mistress Deborah ordered us to dry off and go stand still with our legs spread and our hands behind our heads. Another mistress came into the shower room and put a plastic ring around our privates," exclaimed Alex. Perplexed, Bert asked, "Is this ring very tight?" Nathan shook his head, his new pony tail bouncing off of his neck. "It's a little snug with the plastic plate running beneath it," answered Alex. "Plastic plate," queried Bert. "Will you guys allow me to see this? Standing in front of Bert both sissies's lifted the hems of their short pleated skirts and Bert peered at a smooth front where a bulge should be. "Ah, would you boys mind dropping your undies so that I can get a little better look at what they did to you?" Dropping the hems of their skirts, using their thumbs, the two boys wiggled their panties down too about mid thigh. What Bert could see, was about a schedule 10 white plastic plate pressing down on the area where their pubic had once been. The plate tapered to a stem about one inch wide that ran under the white plastic ring. Dropping to one knee, Bert tapped Alex on an inner knee to indicate that the lad should widen his stance. Alex complied and Bert was astonished at what he saw. The boy's penis was encased in a thin plastic tube that hooked to the underside of the ring, behind Alex's ball sack. The front of the tube had a tapered end that interlocked with the wider stem piece that ran from the pubic area. A small cylinder protruded from the surface of the point where the two plastic stems interlocked below the ring. The cylinder had a slot like a key hole in it and the height that it rose above the smooth stem surface prevented it from passing beyond the ring. The head of Alex's penis protruded from the aft end of the tube, pointing at his rectum. The boy's balls were separated and appeared to rub against his inner thigh. Following the line of sight past the end of the tube and Alex's cock head, Bert saw the flared end of what could only be a butt plug, nestled squarely between the boy's butt cheeks. Nearly losing his balance in astonishment, Bert exclaimed, "Isn't that contraption uncomfortable?" "It was at first, before Mistress Deborah made us insert the butt plugs into each other. The plug makes us walk with kind of a wide sway, so it's not so bad," answered Alex. Just then, the front door opened and Megan called out, "I'm home. Where are you?" Bert called back, "In the bar, honey." Alex and Nathan just stood their like startled deer. Entering the bar room, Megan stood stock still and cried, "Oh, you're both so pretty. Sophia will just love you to death. Alex, why are your panties where they are? And you, my love, why are you on your knees looking up that boy's skirt?" Alex and Bert reddened and while Alex fumbled with his panties, Bert got his feet. "Just inspecting Ms. James handiwork, my dear," mumbled Bert. Megan looked right through him and then turned to the boys, "Let's go into the kitchen and you can make a pot of tea and tell me all about your day. We can leave this pervert to his inspections." While the boys were describing their make-up lesson to Megan, the front door closed and Sophia announced her presence. "In the kitchen, love," called Megan, "and hurry." "My, my, my," murmured Sophia, "Don't we just look darling." She walked around the kitchen table inspecting Alex and Nathan. "What are we to call you little sweethearts?" she asked. Impossibly red, the two boys squeaked their answers. "They call me Natalie at the school," whispered Nathan. "Alexius," added Alex. "Are these darling schoolgirl outfits the only clothes you have?" continued Sophia. Stuttering, Alex blurted, "We have three sets along with some underwear and nighties." "Bert," yelled Sophia, "Bert, we need to talk to you." Bert was in the bar, pounding a beer, still blushed from Megan's comment, but trying very hard not to start a laughing fit. 'In the bar, Sophia," shouted Bert. Sophia turned to the boys and told them to change into their 'boy' clothes, but stay in their panties and training bras. "And touch up your make-up, too," she called after them as they headed for their bedroom. Winking at Megan, "Are you up for some heavy shopping, sweets?" Grinning, Megan said that could change in a flash. Walking into the bar, Sophia confronted a totally defeated Bert. "Mister, you have two young ladies in your household without a stitch to wear. I want your Visa. Megan and I are going to rectify that situation," ordered Sophia. "And, as far dinner tonight is concerned, you're on your own." Fishing his platinum Visa out of his wallet, he handed it to Sophia. 'I think that this is a very good night to dine at Murphy's Tap,' thought Bert. Narrowing her eyes, Sophia warned Bert, "And don't get drunk at Murphy's. I want you sober enough to view what you're hard earned cash has created." Quickly changing, Sophia met the other three in the living room. The boys with adequately freshened make-up were wearing their short shorts, flip flops and sleeveless tee shirts. Surveying the two sissies, Sophia glanced at their crotches. 'No sign of a bulge,' she wondered. 'How did they tuck themselves away so nicely?' "OK, let's go," ordered Sophia. See watched closely as Nathan and Alex walked towards the front door. "Nice wiggles; did they learn that today, too?" She also liked the way that their ponytails bobbed as the pranced out of the door. The stores generally closed at ten on week days, so Bert made sure that he was home by ten thirty. Sipping a bourbon and water, Bert heard a vehicle make its way into the driveway. "This ought to be very interesting,' thought Bert. The door opened and Megan shouted through the opening, "Bert, we some help with the packages, please." Rising to his feet, Bert assumed his best slightly drunk pack mule mode and he stumbled out to the van. Looking at the boys, Bert was impressed. They looked for all the world like two under endowed young women. In addition to the clothes they had worn to the mall, they had been accessorized. Women's walking shoes and ankle socks with lace trim, heart lockets on gold chains, new piercings on each ear with gold studs, plastic bangles, costume jewelry rings and of course each had his own newly cluttered tote bag. The women immediately loaded him down with multiple bags and packages and he mutely followed the chattering foursome to the boy's bedroom. After he had dropped his third load on their bed, the women waved him out of the bed room. "We'll see you in a little while, dear. Try and stay lucid, the girls are going to put on a little fashion show you," smiled Megan. 'Oh, shit,' moaned Bert. Events around the Mortenson household had descended into a routine. The two boys were picked up every weekday morning and taken off to indoctrination; Bert was becoming used to being inundated by femininity. His two playmates were gradually returning to their normal schedules; Sophia as a physical therapist at Mercy Hospital and Megan at her real estate sales office. Sitting at his usual spot in his home bar, Bert heard the front door open and knew that the boys had returned from Ms. James school for the confused. He heard a hesitation in foyer and then the click of their heels approaching the hallway towards the bar. His two sissies appeared in the doorway, awaiting his acknowledgement to enter. Bert motioned Alex and Nathan in and continued to be amazed at their progression into womanhood. "Get yourselves a soda if you like and sit down and tell me what's on your mind," Bert commanded. Sighing, Bert watched the two pretty boys perch themselves upon bar stools, legs crossed at the knee and their short skirts riding high on their thighs. "What can I do for you, girls?" asked Bert. Alex blushed very becomingly and said, "Mr. Mortenson, we've been going to Mistress James' school now for over two weeks and we've been 'locked up' since we started. Would you talk to her and see if we can be 'released', even for a short time?" Bert nearly choked on his beer, "Getting a little horny are we, Alexius?" Alex blushed even deeper and nodded. Glancing at Nathan, Bert saw him nod just as vigorously, causing his ponytail to bob seductively. Picking his cell phone out of his cargo slacks pocket, Bert checked his address book and pressed Carol James' number. "Ms. James, Bert Mortenson, I am having a discussion with Natalie and Alexius. They are complaining about being horny," said Bert. A short laugh emitted from the receiver and Carol responded, "I have no doubt about that Bert. However, they have been exemplary students and try very hard. If you have no objections, I would let them sleep together unrestrained tonight, they might be in need of some recreation." Bert nodded, "I don't have any problems with that Carol, and do you have any recommendations for 'facilitating' this coming out party? Laughing again, Carol responded, "I would keep them restrained until they are ready for bed and then as a special treat, release them for the night. I would make some sort of rule, such as that they cannot leave their bedroom without wearing their chastity devices. That would center their sexual life upon each other and they would quickly realize that you completely control their sexual activity." Closing the phone, Bert looked at the anxious sissies, "Alright, tonight you will be released. I am imposing a rule for you; however, you may never leave your bedroom without your restraint s in place. If I catch you 'naked', so to speak, you will not see you're 'Willie' for a year. Joy leapt across the boy's faces. "One more thing," interjected Bert. "You two are still the 'maids' around here so get busy and earn your keep." Two Weeks later, two 'maids' stretched out in their bed on a warm and humid Saturday morning. 'No school today', thought Natalie looking at her bedmate lying on her back with her morning erection tenting her chemise. Slipping her hand under Alexius' hem, now bunched around her thighs, Natalie slowly began to stroke the smallish member. Alexius awoke with a start, then calmed with a smile and slowly began roll her hips to Natalie's ministrations. "I'm going to cum, lover. Please get some tissues," moaned Alexius. Now on her knees, Natalie just pressed upon Alexius's chest with one hand and slowly bent over the writhing girl's groin and took her ripe member into her mouth. Spurting into Natalie's mouth, Alexius told her, "I'll give a thousand years to stop that, or else." "Or else what?" demanded Natalie as she raised her smiling head with Alexius' cum seeping out of the corners of her mouth. Just then the door rattled with a knock. "We need coffee, now. Up and at 'em, sleepyheads," ordered Megan. Struggling into their chastity devices and their 'maids' uniforms, denim short shorts and baby doll tops, long enough at the hem to resemble mini dresses, the two boys ran for the kitchen. Sophia wandered into the kitchen and observing the two maids scurrying about their duties she decided upon a quick 'inspection' of her underlings. She surprised Alex busily making toast and told him to bend over and spread his legs. Instantly complying, Alex bent over at the waist with a piece of bread in each hand. Sophia walked behind him and ran her hand between his thighs, pinching the chastity tube and then lingering in the cleft between his buttocks. "Where is your little friend?" demanded Sophia. Blushing, Alex knew that Sophia was referring to his missing butt plug. In the rush to get into chastity and dressed, the boys forgot to insert their mandatory plugs. "I would spank you for not being properly equipped for duty, but Bert doesn't let us do it without his permission." Nodding in relief, Alex motioned for Sophia's permission to complete his task. Megan was nearly gagging in silent mirth behind the newspaper she was attempting to read. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, Sophia leaned back against the sink and marveled at Alicia James' handiwork. The two girly boys swished about the kitchen in a most feminine manner. In physical build, they were only stick figures of real girls; no hips to speak of and certainly a lack of definition in the chest area. Sophia thought back to her luncheon with Carol Henderson the previous Tuesday. Carol had brought along another woman, who she introduced as Alicia James. Sophia was indeed surprised, "Ms. James, I am very glad to meet you. I want to congratulate you about your splendid efforts with 'Natalie' and 'Alexius'." Bowing her head with a smile, Alicia graciously accepted Sophia accolades. Carol Henderson perked up and asked Sophia, "How are my two 'non-patients' doing at home?" With a conspiratorial grin, Sophia replied that they were exceeding her wildest expectations. She mentioned that they passed easily as women in public when they were adequately padded in the right spots. Carol nodded and asked, "Are they accepting their roles in the household?" "Oh yes," replied Sophia, "Ms. James apparently drills them relentlessly at her school and they are becoming very comfortable in their roles. The only things that concern me are some physical traits that they have no control over." Concerned, Carol leaned over the small dining table and asked, "What traits are you troubled by, dear?" Sitting back, Sophia ticked off her perceptions, "Boys being boys, they do not have any natural curves. No bust, waist or hips. And Alexius' nose is too big for her face and Natalie has enough of an Adam's apple to require her to wear a neck scarf in public." Interjecting herself into the conversation, Alicia asked Sophia, "Are the 'girls' required to wear their anal devices around the house?" Smirking, Sophia replied, "Indeed they are. Bert only lets them remove them when they are in their bedroom for the evening. I think that he hopes that they will get tired of walking about every waking moment with the little intruders. But, I know for a fact that both of our sissies love their butt plugs. You should see them squirm and rub their cute little butt cheeks together when they think nobody is watching." Alicia and Carol looked at each other and nodded in unison. "What? What am I missing here?" asked Sophia. "Hormones, my dear," commented Carol. "When we have individuals attempting to transgender, hormones are part of the therapy program. One of the most efficient ways to administer gender enhancing hormones is anally." Her eyes widening, Sophia leapt to a conclusion, "So, you think that if the boys are comfortable with their intrusions, it would be fairly easy to introduce a regimen of gender specific hormones into their lives?" With a slow smile, Alicia added, "It would be a snap, so to speak. However, administering hormones requires the recipients and a medical doctors and psychologists approval." Pausing in thought, Sophia replied, "Bert wouldn't permit it. Not without the boys mothers explicit approval and a respectable medical authority willing to put the 'program' on paper and signed." "Perhaps," started Carol, "you could encourage a 'family' gathering where you could broach the subject discreetly to all parties involved. More to the point, however, why are you so intrigued about the possibility of a hormone assisted transgender program?" Reddening, Sophia whispered, "I find the whole idea just to be a total sexual turn-on." Reaching across the table Alicia grasped Sophia's hand and said, "So do I, sweet heart. So do I." Carol pursed her lips and continued, "So, you enjoy watching young men cross dressing and attempting to assume an identity in the opposite gender?" Sophia nodded and confessed, "I actually enjoy enforcing their role reversal. It just turns me on as if I was on the ultimate power trip. I only wish Bert would allow me to introduce the two sissies to the strap-on. He won't, of course, but it is my fantasy." "He's quite right in not allowing you unfettered access to the boys," remarked Carol. "He is in a tricky legal situation and the process he must follow is total protection of the boys from sexual advances from anybody, including himself." "Absolutely," added Alicia, "the extent of activities we were allowed to engage in at the school was limited to cross dressing, enema training, dance and deportment and of course the introduction of the butt plugs. All of these activities were engaged in with the boy's tacit approval. The only questionable activity was the introduction to the chastity devices. Although, it appears that Bert has turned the restraints into a positive situation by allowing the boys to engage in their little gay pranks with each other under controlled situations." Changing the subject, Alicia addressed Sophia, "Carol tells me that you are a degreed and licensed physical therapist?" Sophia nodded, "And?" "I was just thinking out loud that if you are truly enthusiastic about dealing with sissy and female submissives, I would have a position as a mistress with your professional background." 'Mistress,' thought Sophia, 'it has a nice authoritarian ring to it.' "Leather cat suit and riding crop included?" laughed Sophia. Suppressing a smile, "Not at all, my dear. We are very professional at Miss James' Finishing School. I would expect our staff to be properly attired in business day wear." Answered Alicia with the emphasis upon 'professional'. Sophia's and Alicia's eye's met across the table and Sophia thought, 'I am becoming bored at Mercy and a little unhappy as part of Bert's harem'. "Do you have a card?' asked Sophia. Alicia smiled a small victory grin and fumbled in her purse for a business card. Looking at the card, Sophia smiled, 'Miss James Finishing School' read the bold type. The outline of a ballerina in a long skirt provided the logo. "Call me dear and I will provide a 'complete' tour of our facility," ordered Alicia. Raising an eyebrow at Alicia's tone, Sophia met Alicia's eyes once again and signaled 'this could be fun'. The luncheon began to wind down and as the ladies rose to leave and in the obligatory feminine departure cheek busses, Sophia told the other women that she would encourage a meeting with the boys mothers to outline the boys futures. "Bert does not want them hanging around until they retire," smirked Sophia. "So, I think that a meeting with the mothers will move our lads onto a definitive path to our side of the fence." Concern crossed Carol's face, "Be very careful dear, this is not a laboratory experiment. Remember that there isn't any gain for any of us in our interference, and the ramifications could be devastating for the boys." "I agree with Carol completely," added Alicia. "While I think that our sissies are ready for the next step, but all of the ducks must be firmly in a row before we interfere." "Boys, when you have the breakfast dishes cleared away, I would like to talk with you. Please meet with me in the bar as soon as you are done here." Ordered Bert. Both of the sissies nodded simultaneously. Megan peered over the top of the newspaper she was reading, "A boy's only meeting?" Bert laughed, "Stretching your imagination, boys only." Megan followed Bert's gaze and watched the two sissies in their baby doll tops whirl about the kitchen and suppressed a giggle. "Why don't you join us 'men' in the bar when they are ready? You can bring the coffee." Grinned Bert. Megan's eyes flew open, "You want me to tote coffee and serve you?" Questioned Megan. "A little humility is good for the soul," replied Bert. "What about your humility?" queried Megan? Bert stood and surveyed the kitchen, "I don't have a soul." 'You couldn't be more mistaken, buster,' thought Megan. Alex and Nathan were perched upon bar stools facing Bert when Megan brought in the coffee carafe'. She was amused by the swinging ponytails as the boys turned their heads to see who entered the room. "Thank you Megan. Boys, thank Megan for bringing the coffee to us," ordered Bert. "Thank you Miss Megan," the sissies chorused. With a curtsey, Megan retired to and set upon a rail of the pool table. 'Well done, sweet heart,' thought Bert. "Boy's, I need to know what are your dreams, fantasies or hopes for the future?" Asked Bert. Perplexed, the two sissies looked at each other. "I, err we, are not sure of what you are asking sir?" Answered Nathan. "We've had this conversation before, lads. I am asking have you given any consideration for your futures. Do you have any goals, dreams or aspirations?" Questioned Bert. In a small voice, Alex spoke up, "Sir, Nathan and me are kinda freaks. We don't have any skills or anything. We like it here. Getting to dress up and things and we feel safe. Aren't we doing a good job? We'll try harder." Bert was fogging over, 'How simple can a reply be?' wondered Bert. Megan began to sniffle at Alex's plea. "You guy's are doing a fine job', replied Bert. "What I want to know is would you like to be more than my 'maids'? I am willing to pay for any advanced education that you would want and perhaps other things." With tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks, Nathan said, "Mr. Bert, Alex and me know we would do better in this life as girls, but there are so many problems. We know that we can't just dress as girls and make it believable. Even with the training we got from Ms. James, we are still boys in skirts." Tears were running down Megan's face as she listened to this confessional. "Lad's, I am going to invite your mother's over for Sunday dinner. It will be your responsibility to plan and prepare that dinner. Afterwards, we will have a talk with your mothers about what we should do about getting you two on a path to possible happiness in this life," intoned Bert. "I advise you to make this meal special. So spare no expense and you use my old truck for any errands you may need to run." Megan walked over to Bert and hugged him tightly. Bert waved the sniveling sissies out of the bar and returned Megan's hugs. "What do you think, sweets?" asked Bert. "Oh Bert, if you were Catholic, you would be canonized. St. Bert, patron saint of sissies," murmured Megan. 'Oh shit,' thought Bert. Nathan and Alex were in seventh heaven, prancing about the back yard in their mini sundresses, serving summer cocktails to the ladies and beer to Bert. They had very thick porterhouse steaks on the grill along with fresh sweet corn and saut?ed portabella mushrooms. Rose Williams and Janet Rolls sat in amused, but stunned silence as they watched their 'sons' play the perfect 'hostesses' rolls. The boys make up was perfect and their shining ponytails bobbed delightfully under their broad brimmed sun hats as they pranced through their hostess duties. The hems of their sundresses played about their bare tanned thighs while they scurried from tending the grill to serving beverages. The mid afternoon luncheon was served under the sun screen on china with a hearty rose' and store bought pasta salad. Janet motioned the boys to her and complimented them on the repast. She couldn't help but notice that they stood shoulder to shoulder, with their hands clasp in front of them on their tiny aprons. The boys stood with their knees and ankles locked together and the skirts of their dresses fluttering in the breeze. 'How natural,' she thought. She stole a glance at Bert who was watching her intently. She nodded to Bert and turned and locked eyes with Rose Williams who also nodded. Sophia and Megan were entranced with the performance. Sophia leaned over and brushed a kiss upon Megan's cheek, she had made a decision. After dinner, Bert was engaged in conversation with Rose and Janet. "Ladies, we have a problem here," began Bert, "I want don't to see the boy's start to think that their future is here as servants in my household. I have also realized for some time now, that they aren't really boys. I invited you here this afternoon to demonstrate just how far t