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It almost seems like another life now. My old life a top the airline I owned with my wife was filled with luxuries and success. That was before I harassed when of our flight attendants during one of my business trips. All it took was one stupid act for my house to start to fall around me. Before I touched that woman, I was the majority shareholder of a publicly traded airline along with my wife. It was a private airline that ran chartered jets. I ran the day-to-day operations of the company, and my wife occasionally involved herself. It was a trip with a few other businessmen that sealed my downfall. Some of the guys were talking about the pretty stewardess. I had to agree with their characterization of her, but I was not the type of guy that liked to say I would do her or how I would do her. Of course, this resulted in a challenge to my masculinity. I was sensitive to that since I was young. It was an unfortunate character trait. They practically dared me to prove them wrong. I should have been stronger than I was. I shouldn't have caved so recklessly to their homophobic words, but I did. I can see it now in almost slow motion. I called out to the stewardess suggestively and my hand pinched her rear through her skirt. Her smile turned to a grimace. I knew that I had screwed up instantly. I tried to apologize after we landed, but she did not want to hear it. A few days later, I got served with a summons at work. The corporation and I were being sued by the stewardess. I turned the summons over to our corporate counsel and hoped that they would find a way to take care of the problem I'd caused without too much negative publicity. It was that fear of exposure to the public that made me confront my wife about it. I gave her my confession as she sat on the couch. Nicole went crazy. She shouted every name in the book at me. I admittedly deserved each one. She pierced through me with her cutting words when she screamed, "I have to put up with your dressing and, now, this shit!" I put my head down and took the deserved abuse. My wife had been put through a lot since we met years ago. I had met her through her brother, Carl. I had become friends with him when we played on the same high school basketball team. Our friendship broke apart after I started to date his sister. I knew why. I had led him on. He was as deeply closeted with his homosexuality at the time as I with my bisexuality. I wanted him. I wanted be held his strong arms more than I wanted to hold his dainty sister in mine. I only asked out Nicole because of the shame I felt about my feelings for her brother, but I was not willing to admit it to myself at the time. I think Nicole knew it though. In her heart of hearts, I always think she knew. When she caught me dressed in lingerie years after we married, that just helped cement it for her too. That was one awkward encounter. I can still remember the look of abject horror in her eyes as she caught me. I froze as I stood there in a corset, stockings and garters, looking like a bride waiting to put on her dress. We discussed it for a few minutes after I changed back into pants, and we agreed I would not dress whenever there was a possibility that she would be around. The effect of my dressing on her was not lost on me. She looked at me with more scrutiny than she used to after that. My every look at woman's clothes brought a glare from Nicole. If she saw me look at a man, I would catch a sideways look from her too. Her suspicions all came to a head when Carl finally came out. She began to examine my relationship with him and its deterioration around the time we started dating. I knew Nicole put two and two together, but she never dared to mention it. I think she was in denial about the whole thing. I wondered if this was the final straw. Nicole stormed out of the room and up the stairs. I called out to our evening housekeeper. I asked her to make dinner while I sat in the dinning room with my hands on my head. I was desperately trying to figure out a way to make everything right again, but I could not think of one. I felt like scum. I had hurt my company and my wife. And for what? To prove to myself that I was a man? Yes, a big man playing grab ass with his employee. Nicole was angry at me, and god only knew how much money I had cost the company. I think the housekeeper had heard her fight. She was grim faced as she brought in my dinner on a platter. I took a few bites before I started to get queasy. I figured it was just stress eating away at me, but I started to feel faint. I tried to call out for help, but everything fell black first. I opened my eyes and noticed that I was sitting in a seat. I was a little groggy, but I was able to realize I was on a plane. I moved my head and did not see anyone else on the plane. My head felt heavier as did my chest. I coughed and saw my hair fly down over my eyes. I froze as I stared at my hair. It was much longer than it had been. It was also different. There were highlights in my hair. I looked down at my fingertips and noticed the red nail polish over the long tips. I started to shake as I looked down and saw the two mounds protruding from my chest. My hands clasped my breasts and I realized they were real breast. Well, not real breasts. They felt like implants, but I wasn't one for semantics at that moment. I noticed a mirror over the coffee maker. I pushed myself out of the chair and looked down at the identification card on my seat. I picked it up and read the name, "Rachel Gribble. Flight Attendant." The woman looked vaguely familiar. I carried the ID over the mirror. I gasped as I stood before that mirror. I realized that Rachel's similar features were my own. I started to shake and felt my gaff. I exhaled when I realized that at least part of me was not affected by the visual trick I was sure I was seeing. I remember staring in the mirror with a slacked jaw, the same expression of the flight attendant staring back at me. I clasped my long brown hair with my painted nails and just kept repeating to myself in my head, 'I can't be this stewardess. This must all be a dream. I'm a man! I'm a man.' The woman walked in and said, "I was wondering when you were going to get up, girl." I looked at the woman and said, "Where are we?" "Saudi Arabia, of course", the woman replied. "What's the date?" I asked. She picked something up and said, "August 6th." I felt sick at that moment. 'I can't remember the last three weeks', I thought to myself as I stood there in stunned silence. The woman broke my stupor by exclaiming, "Oh, lord. You're not late are you? Those damn men! When will they learn to use a condom?" She stared at my stunned face. I started to shake my head furiously and said, "No. No. No! I'm not late. I just don't know what's going on. Who are you anyway?" The woman looked at me oddly and said, "I'm Jessica Camden. I'm obviously one of your fellow flight attendants. Are you feeling okay, Miss?" "No. I'm not myself." "Well, I hope not. A good flight attendant can't be this spacey." "No. You don't understand. I'm not a stewardess." "Well, none of us are stewardesses. That's terms long been out of favor." "No. I'm not a stewardess, flight attendant, whatever? I own an airline!" "Oh really, Miss. Which airline is that?" Jessica said as she put her hands on her hips. "Carter Airlines." "Carter Airlines? Ha! You work for Carter Airlines, girl. So do I. So does everyone working on this plane. I've heard some good one's before, girl, but I...." "I'm not joking. I'm not lying. I'm a guy, damn it!" Jessica leaned back and took me in. She examined me from head to toe. As she looked me over I said, "You have to believe me! It's the truth." "So you're some sissy fag getting his kicks then?" Jessica asked. "No. It's not like that!" "Whatever, toots", Jessica replied as she walked past me. I was shocked. I needed someone to get me out of there. I moved into the cockpit and saw Derek sitting there. He introduced himself as the pilot. I was going to ask for his help, but the humiliation of telling a man that I was really a man in drag was too much. I dismissed myself, but not before I felt myself being undressed by Derek's eyes. I looked for another person and saw another flight attendant. I ran towards her and said, "Miss, you have to help me?" "Why ever should I do that?" The woman asked. I was startled as I looked into her eyes. It was Karen Black. She was the very stewardess I had harassed. "Karen?" I blurted out. She smirked and said, "Yes, Rachel." "Don't call me that!" "Would you like me to call you David? I think that would be a little odd. The Saudi passengers probably won't take kindly to it either. They're not too tolerant of gays, but if you insist..." I relented and said, "Okay, you can call me Rachel, but something is wrong here." "What's that dear?" "I have breasts?" "Of course you do. All female flight attendant's have breasts." "I'm not a woman!" "Well, not a proper one with that tone." "This isn't a joke." "You're quite correct, Rachel. I think those men can explain it to you better." I turned and saw two men entering the cabin of the plane. They motioned for me to come towards them. I stepped in my low-heeled shoes towards them and was seated in one of the plane's seats. One of the men was Paul Westerberg, my in house counsel. I had never seen the larger man beside him before. He wouldn't give his name when I asked either. As I put my knees together, I shouted, "What the hell is going on, Paul?" "Calm down, Rachel." "Don't you call me Rachel. You know who I am!" "Yes. I do. I'm one of a few that do, actually. Just let me explain." "Go on", I said with as much sarcasm as could possible drip off the two words. "Ms. Black has agreed to settle. She settled below the market rate for such a settlement, but she had some unusual requests." "I think I could guess what they are", I barked. Paul continued and said, "She requested that you work a few flights with her as a stewardess." "I would never agree to that!" "We know. That's why we figured it was best if we didn't tell you." "Who was in on this? Whose head has to role?" "Rachel, this is not a productive area of conversation. There will be time for the blame game later." "Damn it, Paul! I'm Mr. Carter." The larger man broke his silence and said, "Listen here, Miss. If you don't let this man talk, I'm going to carry you off this plane and leave you in a Saudi Arabian airport without any money or identification. Do you understand?" I swallowed hard and nodded. Paul thanked the man and said to me, "You're going to be working a few flights. You'll be working this Saudi Arabia to Paris flight. Then you're off to Moscow. Then you're going to be staying over in Moscow for the night before flying into London. From there, you'll be flying home." "You want me to work four flights dressed like this. Why couldn't I be a steward?" I shouted. "Karen's settlement said that she needed you to be dressed as a woman. There were just a few alterations to your body. We gave you implants, veneers and thinned your eyebrows and gave you hair and nail extensions, but other than that you're all you." I gave him a sickened look and barked, "How could you do this, Paul. You work for me!" "No, Rachel. I work for the company", Paul in answered in a calm voice. "I am the company", I declared. "Not legally speaking. You're actually quite distinct. I owe the company a duty to negotiate in its best interests, not yours." "This is fucking crazy. You can't possibly expect me to do this. You can't force me to. I'll sue you bastards. This is assault. You must have drugged me, and I definitely didn't' consent to these things you put into me", I said as I squeezed my breasts. The men started to laugh. I asked out of anger, "What's so funny?" "If you sued, don't you realize the publicity that would follow? The company would deny the whole thing. Karen settled under complete secrecy. No one knows of the agreement besides those needed to sign off on it. The press is going to get your side and mine. You'll say what I told you, and I'll say you did this on your own and made this whole thing up when someone figured out who you were. I'll tell the press that you're just a sissy trying to save face. Of course, the public can believe what it wants once it sees pictures of you dressed in your best stewardess uniform." I stared at the smug expression on Paul's face. I turned to his companion's emotionless face and cold eyes. Then I thought I figured out a weakness in their plans. I shouted, "This is preposterous. The FAA requires certification of Flight Attendants." The men smiled. Paul leaned in and said, "We got your certification through already. You're totally legit." "But I didn't...." "Oh, according to the records you did. Seriously, do you think we couldn't find one corrupt person in Washington to get you this certification? You should consider yourself lucky that Karen didn't want you to be left in Saudi Arabia as a woman because we could have arranged for that too." "Who signed off on this deal?" I screamed. The men stood up and said, "You don't know?" "No!" The men turned and walked towards the door. "Wait! Where are you going? You can't leave me here!" "We have to. We're on strict orders." "I give the orders around here", I shouted. I could see that they sensed my fury. Paul calmly responded, "We're corporate, doll. We don't take orders from stewardesses." I was going to storm after them, but Derek came over to me. He put his arm around me and said, "Don't let those suits get you down. Whatever problems you've got, I can relate." I felt uncomfortably safe in Derek's arms. I looked at him with a mix of admiration and lust. Those feelings only made me push away from him. Derek looked saddened as I walked towards Karen. We talked for a few moments before Derek called us towards him. I stood alongside Karen and Jessica while Derek talked to us along with his co-pilot. Derek gave us the rundown on emergency procedures, how the crew was coordinated, the length of the flight and the expected weather conditions we would encounter. I was happy that the skies were expected to be clear on our flight. I never liked turbulence, and I knew I'd have my hands full with the passengers. I was a little surprised to find out that Karen was the lead flight attendant. Jessica looked older, and I thought she had more time. I figured that it was part of the settlement or that Jessica just looked older than she was. Derek gave us a brief statement about the passengers. They were all male. They were primarily from Saudi Arabia, but there were a few associated French businessmen on the flight. He assured us they were mostly fluent in English. He told us the Frenchmen had chartered the flight. We were told that the Saudi men would not have a problem with the way were dressed since we weren't Muslims. Derek explained that the men were 'a little chauvinistic', but that we had to be polite. Karen and Jessica nodded as if this was a given that needed no explanation. Derek then turned and walked into the cockpit. Karen smiled at me and said, "This will be a good flight for you to start on." Jessica smirked as she walked behind Karen as we went about checking the plane's supplies. We made sure that the first-aid kits and other emergency equipment were aboard and in working order. Then Karen sent me to check the rows of seats and overheard compartments for their cleanliness and to make sure everything was in order. Meanwhile, Karen and Jessica checked to make sure that there was enough food, beverages, pillows and towels for the flight. When boarding time came, I took my place by the door and took a deep breath as I saw Karen walking towards the door. I put on my best, forced smile as the door was opened. I waited there with Karen for the first passengers. I knew that the plane was my only way out of the country, so I had to play along. I smiled as I saw two Arab men walking towards the door. As they entered, I said, "Welcome to Carter airlines. May I see your ticket?" I checked the ticket and said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Rafiq. There's general seating on this flight so please take any seat you'd like. Please place your bags in the overheard compartment over your seat. If you need any assistance at any time on flight do not hesitate to ask." Mr. Rafiq took his ticket back and did not say a word to me. I repeated the task alongside Karen with the same pasted on smile on my face. When the last passengers of the all male flight entered the plane, I stood next to Karen and Jessica to demonstrate the safety procedures. Karen gave the instructions. Jessica and I simply illustrated them. I felt like a fool as my lipstick-covered lips blew into the life preserver. I heard one of the men say, "I'd like her to do that to me." I had to fight the urge to cringe. I had to accept the comment with a smile on my face. As the plane began to taxi, I checked to make sure that the passengers were all fastened into their seats and to make sure that their seatbacks were in upright positions. I buckled in next to Karen and Jessica as the pilot announced the plane's imminent liftoff. After take off, we unbuckled ourselves and started taking the men's orders. We brought out the drinks first. I was given that duty while Karen heated up the precooked meals and gathered the snacks on a second serving cart. I stared down at the stocked metal cart for a few moments before I caught Karen giving me a peeved look. Given what she had done to me already, I figured it was best not to cross her again. I started to push the cart towards the passengers. I was surprised by how heavy it felt. I remembered seeing flight attendants pushing the cart with ease, and I was struggling with it. That was a bit emasculating. I did my best to cover up my difficulties as I put on my smile and pushed the cart towards the passengers. It was not a difficult task to dispense the drinks. The airline required the passengers to pay for drinks and food before they got on the plane so there was no cash involved in the distribution. As I leaned over one of the men, I saw him staring down my top. I felt violated, but I could not do anything but smile about it. As I pushed my cart down the aisle towards another Saudi man, he looked up to me and smiled. I grinned back at him as I was required to. As I placed his drink down, he said, "You're a pretty girl. American?" "Yes", I replied with faux cheerfulness. "I knew it. You American girls are all foxes." The smile on my face became harder to maintain as I processed his comment. He continued, "Maybe later, you could join mile high club, as you people call it." I bit my lip to keep myself from scolding him. I collected myself and smiled once more with great effort. I politely responded, "I would love to, Sir, but it's against corporate policy." "I'd make it worth your while." I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, Sir. I have to think of my career?" "You call this a career?" The man said with a laugh. I felt my face turning red as the other men joined in on the laughter to mock me. I put my head down for a second before I managed to get a smile back on my face as I continued to push the cart down the aisle. When I reached the end, I managed to turn the cart around with some effort and pushed it quickly up the aisle. I felt a slight tap on my rear as I walked down the aisle. I stopped and turned around. The man smiled at my apparent shock. I tried hard to smile, but found myself unable as I moved towards the front of the plane. Karen was waiting there while Jessica was fetching hot towels for the few men who wanted them. Karen smiled as she looked at me. I knew she saw it. She leaned over towards me as I put the cart away and said, "Don't like to play grab ass when you're on the receiving end?" I blushed and shook my head. Karen nodded to herself and said, "I think you do." I looked at her, shook my head, and started to walk back towards the men, but she called me back. She had me fill up the cart with the men's meals while she took care of their requests. I was relieved when Jessica was ordered to deliver the meals and not me. I saw one of the men calling for me so I went over to him. I smiled and said, "How can I assist you, sir?" He looked at me coldly and said, "Go fetch me a pillow, girl." I smiled and dipped my head before I turned and got the man a pillow. He took it without a word of thanks. I wasn't surprised, but I wasn't used to being treated as if I was beneath someone. I guess I was actually. I was serving the man after all. I kept serving the men on the flight until we landed. We took inventory of the remaining beverages and snacks on the plane before we reached our destination. After we landed, I got into position to say goodbye to the men. I said to each and everyone, "Thank you for flying on Carter Airlines. Thank you for choosing our airline." The men filed past me. A few gave me looks. The Arab man who propositioned me gave me a wink as he walked by and said, "I hope to see you on the return flight." That man gave me a chill. Still, I maintained my smile as the other men walked past. As the last man left the plane, I started to walk down the aisle to make sure there was no forgotten luggage. There was nothing in the overhead bins and only trash on the floor and seats. I reported my findings to Karen before we departed the plane with Jessica, Derek and the copilot whose name I never got. I tried to runaway from the group and call for help. I got to a payphone and called up my offices, but received no answer. I called my wife, again nothing. I was going to try to find the US Consulate, but I sensed Karen's eyes upon me. She knew what I was up to. I thought I saw her motion to someone. I wondered if there were compliance officers around us to make sure I obliged the settlement terms. I put down the phone and headed towards her. I walked with Karen to the food court and headed to the crew room. We sat in silence as we waited for the next flight. When I tired of sitting down, I stood up and walked right into Derek. I tried to walk away from him, but Derek corned me in the room. I looked up into his eyes as his hand touched my hip. Derek smiled and said, "You look great today." "Thanks", I said with some difficulty. "I know how to keep a secret. Do you?" Derek asked. I looked at him. He read the confusion on my face, but he did not bother to explain himself. Derek ran his hands down my arms. I started to shake. His lips kissed my forehead and moved towards mine. He boxed my arms, and I felt as though I had no control over myself. It felt wrong, but it felt right at the same time. I started to become aroused as he moved closer towards kissing me, but he pulled away as he saw someone looking at us. He pulled me towards the men's room. I think I wanted to resist, but I didn't put up a fight. Soon enough, I found myself in a men's room stall with Derek. I wondered if he knew who I was or whether he was this way with all the stewardesses. He pushed me to the floor. The tile felt cold beneath my nylons. I went to draw down his zipper when I heard a man calling Derek's name. It was the co-pilots voice. He said they were needed. Derek huffed and helped me to my feet. He kissed me on the cheek and said, "Maybe a little later." I smiled as he left the stall. The smile quickly left my face as I began to wonder what was wrong with me. I could not understand why I didn't fight him. I tried to figure out why I submitted so readily. I wondered if I was given hormones or was hypnotized during my lost three weeks. I tried to rationalize it in the hopes that my feelings were not truly my own. Of course, my mind drifted back to my brother in-law and that only made my rationalization more suspect in my own mind. I then heard the bathroom door open. I quickly closed the stall door. I looked through the crack between the door and the stall and saw him standing at the urinal I peered over and saw the mirror in front of the sink was reflecting my heels. I sat on the toilet and picked my feet up, hoping to go unnoticed. I heard him walk towards the sink. He dried his hands and paused. I feared he noticed the closed stall with no apparent person in it. I heard the bathroom door open and started to move my feet down. I quickly pulled them back up as I heard another man speaking to the man by the sink. The man then left the bathroom leaving the man who then stepped into the stall next to mine. He noticed my breathing and said, "Hey, buddy, can you give me so toilet paper?" I was horrified. I did my best to give him the paper without showing my red nails. Immediately after handing it to him, I moved towards the door with my feet perched on their balls, about the only balls I felt I had left. I blushed as I rushed out of the men's bathroom with my low heels clicking on the floor. I turned even redder when a man noticed me leaving that bathroom. He looked about as if he was searching for a patron of my services. I headed back towards the plane and saw Karen and Jessica waiting at the counter. I was very confused at that moment. I felt as I could not tell anyone about what had just happened. Karen gave me odd looks. She knew something was up with me, but I'm sure she figured that I deserved it. I can't say she was wrong. However, as I thought more and more about it, I began to wonder if she put Derek up to it. I wanted to ask. She started to smirk at me when I tried to sneak looks at her, but that could have been for any number of reasons. I could not risk her finding about how I was nearly seduced by Derek. Derek came by with the co-pilot shortly before we entered the plane. He tried to talk to me, but I acted cold towards him. Karen noticed it, but decided to not make a big deal of it. We entered the plane and started to get ready for the flight. During the preflight instructions, I learned from Derek that every person on the flight was Russian. I remember thinking to myself at the time that at least there were women on the flight. I figured that would make it better. I was surprised by how wrong I was about that. The men were dapper dressers. I recognized the expensive suits of the highflying class of millionaires that probably aspired to be billionaires with their own planes. These were clearly driven men who had a taste for luxuries. They were basically my company's target consumer class. The women were dressed like models. They wore designer dresses and were groped by their men. They largely did not speak English and spent the majority of the flight servicing the patrons of their beauty. I wished I was one of their men. I also wished that I was one of them. The former feeling made me envious; the latter caused me to fill with fear. I knew I was reaching a point of self-discovery, and it was a most unwelcome discovery. My self-denial was becoming particularly futile the longer I worked on the plane. A few of the Russian businessmen spoke English. They gave the orders for their non-English speaking countrymen. After me and Jessica took their orders, I wheeled the cart towards the passengers and served their drinks. Some of the English speaking men there with the women who did not even seem to care that they were there as they flirted with me. The women gave me looks ranging from disdain, to indifference and lust. I was either a rival, a servant or a tool to help fulfill their lover's sexual desires in their eyes. The two English-speaking women were the most cruel to me and the other staff. They were more aware of the men's comments and suggestive language. They were entrenched in luxury and unwilling to let any woman get in their way, even though Karen, Jessica and I posed these women absolutely no threat. I think I did more for those women than all the other passengers combined. It was nearly every two minutes when they were calling one of us over to fetch them this or that. There was never a thank you. They made us alter their drinks several times. Nothing seemed to be up to their standards. I think they just liked to impress upon us their superiority. It was hard to keep a smile on my face as these long legged goddesses treated me like garbage. I kept thinking to myself that I was worth more than those bitches. I didn't need a man to take me places. I was my own person. For the first time in my life, I started to look down on trophy wives and girlfriends. Of course, I was in no position to do so on the plane. They were paying passengers, and I was simply a disposal flight attendant. I was now someone who could be replaced at a moments notice. When we landed, my feet were killing me. I was glad to know that we were done flying for the day. I don't think I could have stood for another couple of hours. My back ached and my feet and calves felt like pins were being shoved into them. Derek gave us our meal allowances in Russian currency and told us where our hotel reservations were. We were given our bags, and Karen called for a taxi for us. I wanted to look in my bag to see what was in it, but I didn't want to do it in front of everyone. We arrived at the hotel and checked in. Derek was staying in his own room, as was the co-pilot. I was assigned to a room with Jessica while Karen had her own room. However, Karen quickly arranged for Jessica to have her own room when she decided to bunk with me. We went up to our room and put our bags down. We both took off our heels and started to rub our feet and calves. Karen appeared a little amused by my pain though. I got up, went to the bathroom and then headed back to my bed. Karen then headed for the restroom while I opened my bag and found nothing but clothing identical to what I was wearing. I was a little disappointed as I was hoping to have something more unisexual when I reached my wife. Although, I guessed given my nails, hair and breasts that such concerns were stupid at best. Karen came out of the bathroom and gave me a stern look. I asked, "What?" She then smiled and said, "How was your first day?" "Exhausting", I said truthfully. "Really? I think you told me that any bimbo could do what I do. Are you finding it a little harder to be so perky around jerks?" I nodded admitting my understanding of what she and the other flight attendants had to do. We then heard a knock on the door. She walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. She opened the door up, and I turned and saw Derek. He said hello to both of us and said, "I just came to see if Rachel wanted to come hang out with me?" I went to say no, but Karen answered, "That would be lovely. Wouldn't it, Rachel? I'd love some time to myself. You bet she'll go." I shook my head and said, "I'd love to, but I'm really tired." Karen mouthed the words, 'I'll tell' to me as Derek looked down at me with a dejected expression. I swallowed and looked at the ceiling before I managed to say, "On second thought, I can go with you, Derek." Derek smiled and walked over to me and helped me to my feet. I put my heels back on as Karen looked at me with a smirk. I took my key to the room and placed it in my blazer's interior pocket. Derek led me down the hallway. I figured we might be going out. I was startled when we came to a stop, and Derek opened his door. Derek brought me into his hotel room and sat me on his queen size bed. He ran his fingers through my hair as my eyes darted to the ground to avert his lusty glance that I wanted to reciprocate. I was nervous and said, "Derek, I know you like me, but I'm not the kind of girl who just does this." Derek's stroked my hair and said, "I know it's hard for you. You've been in denial too long." "Denial of what", I said hoping to catch him off guard. "Your denial of your effeminacy. You can't hide it anymore. I heard what you said earlier, but then I saw how you behaved today. You were so naturally like a woman." I started to shake as I knew that Derek was aware of my secret. "You know?" I said, in a creaking, trembling voice. "I know you're a man under those clothes. I can relate. I'm a cross- dresser too." "What?" Derek's held me close and said, "I've been cross-dressing for years. I just have never had the courage to tell anyone." "Me either", I blurted out. I was having the conversation I never wanted to have, but now that I was having it, I figured I might get something out of it. Derek responded, "Well, you had more courage then me. You at least go out as a girl. I only dress when I'm alone." "Well, I'd love to see you do it sometime", I said before I realized that I was leading him on. Derek kissed me on the cheek and said, "I'd really like that, but first I'd like to know when you knew." "I knew when I was 6 years old and wanted to be a ballerina like my cousin. I didn't want to be that dorky guy in tights. I wanted to be a pretty girl", I answered. "I can so relate. I remember my cousin's figure skating dress. I would have killed to wear it." I smiled at our shared secret longings. I told him about how I was married and was humiliated when she finally figured it out. He could not relate. He had never married. He admitted that he was gay, but he was understanding of my bisexuality. I asked him about his conquests. I was hoping that he had some good stories, but my hopes were dashed. Derek answered, "I've never told anyone that I'm gay. I've never acted on it. I tried to get with girls when I was younger, but that was out of desperation. I have never been with a guy." I smiled and said, "I never been with one either." "Maybe we could change that?" I pushed my hand against Derek's firm chest. I felt sickened to be so turned on by him. Derek recognized my reluctance to go through with it. I started to think to myself, 'I don't really find men attractive. I only want them when I dress.' I was certain that it had to be all in my head. I was associating what I was wearing with female acts. That was all it was I tried to convince myself. As I tried to ponder my feelings, I looked down and saw Derek's hand creeping up my skirt. I felt a rush and hiked my skirt up a little bit to show more of my pantyhose covered legs. I saw a smile go across his face. He excused himself for a moment and headed into the bathroom. I shivered as I waited for Derek to come out of the bathroom. I could have run away at the time. I'm sure I could have. He wouldn't have done anything about it, but I felt drawn to Derek. Derek opened his bathroom door and emerged. He was dressed in a satin, white dress with white tights on. I was startled. I thought about running again, but I felt aroused. He asked me to undress. I knew that I should have got to my feet and fled. I knew it, but I couldn't do it. I could not walk away from it or him. It was maybe a once in a lifetime shot. I figured that maybe the experience would cure me by eliminating my curiosity. I pulled off my top to show my camisole and pulled off my shoes and skirt to expose my pantyhose covered legs. He stepped over to me and ran his fingers through my hair. My hand touched his slender waist beneath his satin dress. It felt as beautiful as it looked. I envied it immediately. My hands caressed his tights covered thighs while his grasped at my neck. He pulled me towards the bed, and I willingly moved behind him. We collapsed onto it. We realized that neither us had tucked ourselves away properly. We were grinding our tights covered dicks together on the bed. We wrapped our legs around each other and started to kiss. I had never kissed a man before. It wasn't that different, at least not with Derek's soft skin. He was what I wished to be. I wanted to be that soft. I wanted to be that sissy boy in satin. I wanted to be more feminine. It was lost on me at time that I actually was more girlish than he was. Derek told me that he wanted to suck my dick. I shook him off and offered to suck his. He said no. I explained that once I orgasmed I might not be up to sucking him off. He assured me he had the same fear. I giggled, and he did too. I suggested we do it at the same time. I laid on the bed and he laid across me. I felt my dick go into his mouth while I stared at his. I wondered if I really wanted to go forward with it. If I did, I'd always remember that I was a cock sucker. Once that bridge was crossed, there was no way I could forget it. I'd be cheating on Nicole too. I could not do that too her, I thought for a moment before his dick hit my lips which opened to let it in. I sucked on it and licked. I had one hand free and massaging his balls. As I felt myself cum, I went to let it go, but felt his legs close around my head keeping my mouth on his dick. I sucked him down and felt a rush and then an explosion of salty cum into my mouth. I spit it out onto the bed. Derek looked at me and shook his head. He climbed off of me and lapped his cum off the bed like a cat drinking milk from a bowl. He could not let it go to waste the way I could. As I began to think straight, clear of sexual desires, I realized what I had done. I had cheated on Nicole. I could not characterize it any other way. I leapt off of Derek's bed. I saw the hurt look in his eyes as I redressed into my skirt and top and headed out his door for my room. I fled back to my room and saw Karen on her bed. She looked at me as I entered. She didn't say two words to me. I wondered if she knew, but she gave me no indications that she did. I took a 40-minute shower before I came out and saw she ordered room service. With her permission, I picked upon her leftovers before I went to bed. It was the worst night's sleep I ever got as I began to realize the full extent of what I had done. For the first time, I began to understand who I really was. Throughout the next morning and during the flight, I was in denial. I kept telling myself that I was not bisexual, let alone gay. I was not a cocksucker. I was sure I knew I wasn't. It was just curiosity. I thought that Karen did not pick up on it. I figured she was just too busy to notice. She was nicer to me than she had ever been though. The flight to London was the worst one yet. The passengers weren't any worse than the flight to Paris or Moscow. They were just as condescending and entitled, but I was exhausted. To make matters worse I experienced turbulence as a flight attendant for the first time during that flight. Derek announced that would we be experiencing turbulence shortly. I strapped myself in beside the rest of the crew and felt the plane shake for a while. I looked at the worried faces of the passengers. When were allowed to get up, I walked around the cabin and tried to relieve their anxiety. As I was getting someone a drink, we hit an unexpected rough patch and I nearly toppled over in my heels. Fortunately, I caught the back of chair and steadied myself. I got the man his drink and headed back towards my seat as Derek announced another rough stretch. I spent that whole flight alternating between sitting during turbulence and walking around on my weary legs fetching this and that for the passengers. Working was still the best part for me because I didn't have time to think about Derek. When I had to sit during the turbulence, that's when he kept running through my mind. I felt guilty about running out on him. I felt guilty about cheating on my wife, with a man no less. I was horrified to be more attracted to him than had been to my wife in years. A part of me was calling on me to shack up with him again, but another part was telling me it was wrong. I kept telling myself, 'I don't want him. I'm not myself.' I kept preferring delusion to reality at the time. It was a useless exercise. Self-denial never lasts forever. We landed in London and got the passengers off the plane. As I hurried off in attempt to not get caught up with Derek, I heard one of my company's girls working in the airport talking about a possible buyout of the corporation. I was stunned. I ran over to the nearest phone and called my wife. There was no answer. I called my company's office, but there was no answer their either. I was still incommunicado with everyone from my old life. I couldn't get anyone on the phone to deny or confirm these rumors. I kept thinking to myself, 'Nicole can't sell the company. She needs my signature. I'm sure she does.' Of course, I wasn't sure. I knew that we jointly owned the stock. It was a prerequisite for her allowing me to use marital money to start up the airline. I had long forgotten what was required to sell it. I knew the money from the sale would be ours, but I wanted my company. I was stressing when I felt a hand upon my shoulder. I shivered expecting it to be Derek, but it was Karen. She said we were flying back home the next day and would be staying in London overnight. It was a light workday for us. She said I should be happy. However, I would have been much happier to have just flown home that day, but I guess the scheduling of the plane just did not work out. Karen gave me my meal allowance and told me to follow her. I went with her to the exit and headed to a nearby hotel with her. We had a room together again. After we settled into our room, I dismissed myself and went to Derek's room. I was sure that he was the only one who could understand me. He alone could help me. Karen might be able to too, but she would certainly be disinclined. I knocked on his door. Derek opened it up and stared at me. I apologized for running out on him the night before. I explained that I was scared at the time and that I was wrong. I told him that I needed to talk to him because he was the only one who could understand what I was going through. He looked skeptical, but he let me inside. I wanted to tell Derek what had happened. He would not hear it though. He demanded I strip to my undergarments and blow him before he would even listen to my problems. I begged him for another option, but none was forthcoming. I capitulated. It was not really anything to me anymore. I was on my knees before him in my stewardess uniform. He smiled wickedly and lustily at me. I knew he wanted a uniform just like mine. He pointed at his crotch as he sat on the bed. I looked up at him, but he pulled my head up and into his crotch. He told me to bite his zipper. I bit the zipper of his fly. I awaited his next command. He motioned down. I slowly pulled it down with my teeth, periodically looking up to the man that was making me suck his dick. I could not help comparing myself to him. He was toned and more masculine and in control. I was on me knees, dainty and at his mercy. I felt beneath him. I slowly pulled down his pants, careful to make sure my fingertips touched his legs as I dragged them down in the hopes that an erotic procrastination could result in something coming up to stop this. He stepped out of his pants and pushed them aside. I ran my fingertips back up his legs and under his panties. I pulled them down. I paused halfway as I saw his cock. I realized that it was at least an inch bigger than mine. I didn't notice that the first time. As if I didn't feel inferior enough, I now knew that a confirmed sissy had a bigger dick than me. I finished pulling off his panties and awaited his prompt. "Kiss it, sissy", he said with a smile. I leaned forward. I hesitated for a moment, but he pushed my face into it. I kissed it. He then pushed my head into his balls and told me to kiss them. I did so without any hesitation. Than he said lick it. I started to shake and cry as I enjoyed pleasuring him. I knew there was no denying it. It was not in my head. I liked it. I was horrified by the discovery. I felt angry at myself for not being revolted. Derek looked down at me and asked, "What's wrong?" "I love this...", I said between sobs as I licked his sack. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would, and he pulled my face up to his cock. I started to lick it and my fingers touched his balls in the way that I liked when Nicole used to suck me off before we were married. I worked on the base of his dick with my fingers and my other hand went to work on his balls. I looked up at for a moment. I saw a satisfied look on his face that was justified. I slowly opened my mouth and thrust my lips around his cock. I worked his cock up and down my mouth and as deep into my throat as possible. Then he shot it off in my mouth. My mouth filled with his salty cum. I tried to spit it out, but he held my jaw shut. He smiled at my desperate gaze and said, "Swallow it!" I didn't dare try to say no. Tears in my eyes formed as I followed his directions and realized what I was beyond a shadow of a doubt. Self- denial was no longer possible. As Derek pulled away from me and stood up, he did so without so much as issuing a word of thanks. He went to get two cans of Coke. I sat down on the bed and waited for him. Derek brought out the cans and told me to tell him what happened. I told him about what my wife was doing. He looked concerned. I asked if he knew anyone at the headquarters that he could call to get me through. Derek shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Rachel. I'm not a big up like you. People like you at the company don't bother with people like me." I put my head down as I began to accept my lack of control over the company. There was no one who could help me. I just had to hold onto the hope that the deal would not be consummated before I got back home the next day. Derek took me out to dinner after that, and we went back to his room. I did not feel like sharing a room with Karen again so I asked if I could stay with him. Derek was accommodating so we shared his bed for the night. I awoke with my head on his chest feeling oddly content. I hurried out of the bed when I realized where I was. My hasty movements woke Derek. He noticed my unease, but he did not say anything. I told him to just relax and sleep a few more hours while I would go get ready for work in my room. I walked into my room and woke, Karen. She looked up at me with a smile and said, "Gave Derek a layover, huh?" I blushed, put my head down and walked into the bathroom. I showered and put my makeup on for the day ahead before Karen got out of bed and did the same. I watched the BBC as I waited to leave for the airport. I wondered what would greet me when I got home. I wondered if the deal went through. After a while though, I could only ponder what had happened to my life. Karen's punishment had served as my awakening. I was aware of things about myself I had tried to suppress and hide from. I couldn't any longer. As much as I wanted it not to be true, I knew I would never be the man that I remembered. That mask was gone, and I was exposed to myself. I knew I could no longer run from what made me ashamed about myself. When Karen finished getting ready, we collected our stuff and headed for the airport. We went through the flight routine and let the passengers on board. The flight was nothing special. It was calm skies. The biggest problem for me was Karen's decision to make fun of me every chance she got. She was teasing me about Derek whenever I was near her. The passengers were a little better. There were some pompous jerks in the bunch and some courteous ones. I had to give a forced smile to them all. As I was pushing the server cart, a little boy asked for a soda so I turned back towards the serving cart. I saw a man holding his glass up as I fetched a soda from the serving cart. He shouted, "Hey, stewardess. Get over here" "In a moment, sir", I said as the boorish lout tapped the glass with his nail as I gave the child a soda. "Don't be condescending to me, bitch. You ain't nothing but a waitress in the sky." I was stunned by the boorish American's words. I wanted to shout at him, but I was in no position to do so. Fortunately, two other male passengers shouted at him to have as one called it, "Some damn fucking manners." A few of the women on the plane agreed and the young man more politely asked for a drink, which I provided for him. I smiled at my defenders and went back to serving the people on the plane. By the time we landed, I was beat from the traveling. I was sure I would never treat a flight attendant as badly as I treated Karen again. I had learned my lesson. I thought to myself that I would be a better person going forward given my experiences. I stepped off the plane and walked into the terminal with Karen. She gave me a wink as she walked away from me. I figured that she was happy with my experiences. I thought that maybe she felt that I was punished enough. I walked through the terminal with my luggage bag hanging from my shoulder and saw Quinn Counsel. He had tried to buy my airline for years. I started to walk away from him, but he ran up to me. I looked at him and said, "May I help you, sir?" He smiled and said, "Yes, you can, David." I froze as he recognized me. I was certain that he saw right through my disguise. He threw his arms around me, and I saw a flash. Then it was multiple flashes as he released me. The camera's flashes ceased as suddenly as they started clicking, and Quinn held his arm out and said, "Come with me, won't you?" I feared what would happen with those pictures if I didn't so I took his arm, and he escorted me to a small conference room. He drew the blinds and sat there with Paul, Carter Airline's corporate counsel. I pouted as I sat across from them. "Tsk, Tsk, Rachel. No one likes a dour stewardess", Quinn declared. I bit my lipstick-covered lips and stared up at him as I angled my head down. Quinn leaned back and said, "A lot has changed since you decided to go around working as a stewardess." I went to correct him, but Paul looked at me as if to tell me not to bother. Quinn continued, "Your wife sold me your shares. She's a much more astute businesswoman than you, but I guess that's why she sold the company while you were just a simple stewardess." I gave him a peeved look. I had rebuffed this man's attempts to buy my company for years. I had turned 10 offers down, and, now, my wife had given the company up. I decided to challenge him, "You don't own the company. I had to sell my shares. I haven't signed anything allowing it." Paul interjected, "Your signature isn't necessary, Rachel. As you designed the company, the jointly owned shares by you and Nicole were freely alienable by either you or her, without the other's permission." My face fell white as I realized that I should have corrected that lawyer's draft all those years ago. Now, I'd have to build a new company from scratch or slip into retirement. I figured it wouldn't be that bad. Quinn had other ideas though. He smirked and said, "Now, onto other matters. Paul give her the contract." I looked at them oddly while Paul pulled out a contract and placed it in front of me. I read the terms and realized it was an employment contract. They wanted me to work there as a flight attendant for two years. I pushed my chair away from the table and said, "Look, you may have gotten my company, but there's no way I'm going to do this for the next two years." Quinn grinned and said, "Well, then all the pictures of you as our darling little stewardess will be published in the local tabloids. You know I've got the ins to get you on the cover of all the local papers on a slow news day." I fell silent. I couldn't move. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I had two choices. They were each humiliating in different ways. Either I had to work in a skirt and heels for this slimy businessman or I would be exposed to all my neighbors as a cross-dresser. I asked for a pen and put my name down on the paper. I almost started to cry, but I would not give them the satisfaction. They stood up and showed me out as he handed me money for my work on the flight. As I walked out of the room, I felt Quinn's hand stroke my rear. I turned and stared into his eyes as he said, "I'm going to make sure you work all my private flights, babe." I put my head down and hurried away from him. When I felt I was far enough away from him, I ran to the nearest phone and called my wife. Again, there was no answer. I had to take a cab home. I thought about stopping to buy clothes or try to make myself look more like a man, but the breast implants were kind of a give away that something about me was different. I paid the cabbie as he pulled up in front of my house. I walked up to the door and knocked. I heard movement inside and saw my wife answer the door. Nicole smiled as she looked at me and said, "Good to see you, dear." I walked in and placed my bag down. I kicked off my heals and screamed, "What did you know about this?" as I waved my hands in front of my breasts. She giggled and said, "I thought it was a fair punishment so I played along with the lawyers from the company. That's what you always did. What was best for the company, right? I just did the same thing." I shook my head and asked, "How could sell the company to Quinn. He's the..." Nicole cut me off and said, "He's a competent businessman who knows better than to force himself on stewardesses. He offered me a fortune to sell him the company. That's when I told him about you. That caused him to hike his offer up even more. Ain't I a shrewd businesswoman?" "How could you? He made me sign a contract to work there for two years." "You signed it. Not me!" "I only signed it because he threatened to put pictures of me dressed like this in every newspaper in the area." "Well, you had your choice, and you made it. I had my choice, and I made mine. You decided to help yourself, and I did the same thing." "It's not the same thing." "You're right. I had more freedom to make my choice because I didn't go around playing grab ass with our company employees. You always talked a good game about the company, David. A real good game. It was always about the best interest of the company and not us. Well, I decided to do what was in the best interest of us. That meant getting rid of the company. It's one less headache." I knew there was no point arguing further. I had to accept what she did because it was done. I asked, "So what do we do, now?" "We? I'm going to retire to the life of a socialite and go work on the boards of charities. You can go mince about in your skirt like you always wanted to." "So that's it. You're going to be a socialite, and I'm going to be the girl you share your house with!" "Absolutely not, David." I realized what she meant, and my face lost all expression. She continued, "We are going to get divorced." "Divorce?" I repeated in a soft tone. Nicole continued, "Since I am a generous woman, I'll let you leave with a quarter of our assets. Of course, if you like, we could go to court, but then I'll have to show all those pictures and talk all about this. I'm sure the local tabloids wouldn't be that cruel to you." I stared at her disbelievingly. She was doing the same thing to me that Quinn had. I wondered if something was going on between them. I knew Quinn was married, but I had to ask, "Are you having an affair with Quinn?" She smirked and shook her head, "No. I don't have a cheating heart. Neither does Quinn. I like his wife. We met during the negotiations. She's a sweet woman. I would never do anything like that to hurt her." I nodded and said, "Well, can I stay the night?" Nicole shook her head and said, "I don't think so. A woman of my status doesn't share her home with sissy stewardesses. Your stuff is in a bag in that closet." I put my head down and walked towards the closet. I picked up the pink and black duffel bag and grabbed the luggage I had been given while I was at work. Nicole practically pushed me out the door. I walked towards the street and stared back at my mansion that would surely be hers as part of the divorce. I sat on the curb and started going through the clothes in the bag. They were all my women's clothes. There wasn't a single pair of men's anything in them. All my cross- dressing stuff was in there, plus a pink cell phone and charger. It wasn't my cell phone. I had never seen it before I turned it on and saw that there were no saved numbers in it. It was new. It must have been a parting gift from Nicole. I reached into my luggage bag and dug out a scrap of paper Derek had put his number on. I dialed the number and prayed for a response. I got Derek on the phone and told him what happened. I gave him my address, and he told he'd come pick me up. He got there in under 20 minutes. I stepped into his Nissan and placed my luggage in his back seat. I looked back at my spacious home as Derek pulled away from the curb. Within a half-hour, we reached his ranch. He helped me carry my bags in and gave me a tour of his three-bedroom ranch. He showed me the two empty guest bedrooms that he had yet to get the money to furnish before he brought me into his bedroom. He only had a full size bed. He explained, "You don't need much space when you're only one person." I nodded and looked around. Derek looked at me and said, "It's getting late. We can talk about everything tomorrow." I nodded and watched Derek push his bed to the wall. He smiled and said, "This will help make sure that one of us doesn't fall out of the bed." I smiled at his statement and went into the living room to retrieve my duffel bag. I went into the bathroom, and I slipped into my pink satin nightgown and walked back into the bedroom. I climbed into bed while Derek searched his sleepwear. Derek put on a white baby doll and white tights and climbed in next to me. He nestled up next to me and put his arms around me as he pinned me close to the wall. Our faces faced each other on the bed. Derek leaned in and kissed me goodnight. I turned on my side away from him before his legs wrapped around mine. As I breathed in the flowerily fragrance that surrounded him and felt his smooth girlish body, my cock struggled against my hosiery and the wall I was pinned against. I felt his tights covered cock nestled against my rear. I whimpered and turned my face towards Derek and said, "I can't live like this forever." Derek straightened up, smiled at me, and ran his hand through my hair as Nicole once had and whispered, "Don't worry about it. We'll get a bigger bed tomorrow." I smiled at him and put my hand on his as he caressed my leg. I wrapped my legs around his knowing that his would likely be the only touch I'd know going forward.