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KERRY AND KATE is the sequel to KERRY AND THE SECURITY CHECK, a long wait I know for which I apologise, but these things take time, especially when done in secret for I find I write better when I am more suitably dressed. The soft hair of a wig against my face, the constriction of bra (and sadly given my girth a corset) the light flow of an A line skirt and the softness of nylons around my legs feeling feminine gives me the power to type and so here it is please enjoy. Kerry and Kate The smell of fresh coffee awoke me my head pounding from the bashing it had received on the hallway shelf. The smell of medical solvent and the weight on my chest and the tight feeling of a bra circling my upper torso brought back the memory's of the last hellish 48 hours that had ended my little trip to Scotland whilst my Fianc?e Kate was away in the States. Now I could hear her singing softly in the kitchen of our apartment in Kensington, London. I was aware that my wrists were still tied with dressing gown cords to the head of the bed and that apart from my, yes my virginal white bra with ruffled baby blue straps and matching rose bud detail between the full cups that contained my 34C silicone breasts, that judging by the way they felt were still firmly attached to my chest, I was completely naked. The door of the bedroom opened and a fully dressed Kate walked in, it may have been early Sunday morning but as ever she was stunning her long red hair tied loosely at the nap of her neck fell across her left shoulder. The dress I knew was from Next, light grey at the top gradually fading to black at the hem on her knees, flesh coloured tights (but knowing Kate stockings) and black 3 inch heels completed her outfit. She placed the coffee cup on the bedside table. "Kate I am sorry just untie me plea........" I didn't get any further "As I said last night Kerry you have some explaining to do" it didn't sound as friendly as last night but I had been out cold for 20 minutes after banging my head "You said you'd knew from when we met" I stammered "Oh long before, remember me and your sister went to school together, she told me about that wet summer holiday when you were 14, her school uniform, her girl guides uniform even that frilly bridesmaid dress, you didn't put up much of a fight against a 13 year old girl" I blushed at the thought of my enforced feminization being the talk of the girls in my sister's class, 12 years earlier "Katie please just untie me....... I need your help too" Silence ...... she just starred at me then slowly reached across and began to untie my bonds, "take a shower and I'll sort you some clothes out" "I am home I've plenty of clothes" I said not comprehending her. That's when she placed her hand on the fake breast and pulled slightly dragging the skin underneath, I yelped "they appear to be growing on you and less you have some size 40 inch tops in the wardrobe they ain't fitting under anything you have hun" She got up and left the bedroom, allowing me some privacy as I got out of bed naked apart from the white bra, I noticed that my female clothes that had been hung around the room the previous night had gone. I slipped the shoulder straps off and unclipped the bra immediately feeling the weight of the attached breast forms dragging at my chest, instinctively I supported them with my crossed arms and stepped into the shower. I was in there a good half hour hoping above all else that the water would loosen the solvent, it hadn't and by the time I exited the en- suite the clothes that Kate had selected for me were laid out on the made bed. The black full cup satin bra and matching panties were mine, but freshly laundered from my trip to Scotland (when in the hell had Kate found the time to do that), a pair of black leggings, a pink vest top and a grey thigh length cardigan of Kate's that I had miss washed and had stretched. I put the bra on first to relief my chest then the panties, the rest quickly followed and I walked through to the kitchen with my long hair still wet from the shower. Kate sat at the table with two cups of coffee She tilted her head to one side as I entered the room taking in my appearance, not glam, just a girl on a weekend off. "There is a letter for you from work" she said which kind of took me aback as I expected to be questioned further on my hobby or was it fantasy or fetish She handed over the envelope, grey, good quality not some cheap company circular then I thought as I opened it dreading now what was almost certainly inside given the current financial situation Dear Mr Eddington. On behalf on the Board of Directors of JP Morgan .........unfortunate.........Termination..........of contract............. Were the words that jumped out followed by .....given the sensitive nature of your work your position is terminated with effect from .... And paid till the end of ......... your re numeration package is......... I folded the letter back up and placed it in the envelope, almost feeling a tear well up in my eye "They've sacked me........ Effective immediately" was all I said Katie smiled a knowing smile, "well look on the bright side you wont be going into work with breasts tomorrow morning" and that's when I began to cry Kate came from around the table and knelt beside my chair her left arm around my shoulder her hand cupping my left breast "oh sorry honey you didn't deserve that but we do need to talk" It was embarrassing at first, Kate's questions deep and probing, sometimes with compassion and understanding others with hate and almost venom, Why? When? How long? Was I gay? How come I had been dressed outside? I knew I was on a sticky wicket Kate can be as firery as her hair colour so I answer honest and as truthfully as best as I could. It had started that summer with my sister, and our elder cousin a fact that had not been mentioned to Kate by my sister. It had felt wrong, it was wrong but had felt so good so brilliant, the soft, bright, shiny slinky materials not the dull cotton and denim of boyhood. It had started again at university, a chance find of unclaimed washing in the halls of residence had landed me several bras panties tights even a suspender belt. In secret I would dress in my room, the urge to develop from underwear to clothing grew, then I needed shoes, the wigs, the figure control, till it had been my desire to be a beautiful young woman and then I had met Kate, beautiful Kate and it had all disappeared in a suitcase which eventually ended up under the bed of the spare bedroom once we were engaged. But in the back of my mind I had just wanted to feel what it was like to be dressed as a woman outside and Kate's visit to the States had given me that opportunity to go to Scotland were I would know no one and full fill my dream before our marriage. Then I recounted my humiliation and embarrassment at Edinburgh airport but missed out the Caledonian Hotel and my degradation at the hands of Mr James the duty manager. Kate got up and made a fresh pot of coffee it was only 11 o'clock but I had been talking solidly for 2 hours, now it appeared was Kate's turn She was back from the States early because she had been successful with her proposed bid, the American parent company had taken it in full and the deal to acquire a small UK retail and leisure group had gone through smoothly, so smoothly in fact that despite being only 25 she had been promoted to over see the merger into her company. Then the bomb shell she would be moving out and given my hobby, the wedding was cancelled, not postponed or off just cancelled, to our friends and family due to her work commitments. There was a stony silence then "Kerry I need a PA, your out of work, I can trust you totally as I know your secrets and you know the business better than I do. What do you say?" I must admit the thought of working for what may or may not have been my ex fianc?e filled me with a little trepidation but made total sense, I nodded "You'd need to be interviewed so it is above board" I nodded in agreement. "Good" She paused for a second, and looked at my breasts, "We need to shop" was all she said "Yes solvent please to get these things off me" "You wanted to feel like a girl Kerry, I meant your wardrobe is tired and dated we are going clothes shopping. You do want to look your best, don't you? " Again dumb struck by the sudden events of the morning I merely nodded. "Excellent" she leant over and gave me a kiss "I am off out, you'd best stay in today I'll be back for 7, dinners all in the fridge, after dinner we'll use the solvent but I'd still like to see you in that little black dress, its all in the spare room or should I say your room now" with that she got up from the table gathered her bag and keys and left. I sat there dumb founded for almost an hour the coffee going cold in the mug, had she left me, was she condoning my behaviour to ridicule me in front of friends and family, or was she showing some understanding sympathy for my hobby/ fetish and offering me a job purely out of kindness. I realized it was gone mid day and I wondered into the spare room. On the bed lay my little black dress, a matching suspender belt to the black underwear I was already wearing and a brand new unopened packet of fine silk black stockings which I recognized as a previous present to Kate. I looked around the room my make up and small amount of perfume was on the dressing table and the wardrobe contained my other few outfits, the flowing White Floral dress, the dark grey pinstriped business suit jacket and skirt with kick pleat at the back and a grey checked pleated mini skirt, on the other side the white and pale pink blouse that went with the suit and a skinny red ribbed jumper all freshly laundered. I then went over to the draws and bent down to open them. Four where empty but one contained the small amount of night wear I owned, in the other my underwear she had obviously ditched the laddered hosiery. I sat down on the bed more confused than before, was she excepting this, then why cancel the wedding, but why want me as her PA, all I understood was that her last words were she wanted to see me for dinner in the little black dress that lay on the bed beside me, and by god if that's what she wanted then I would do it, no more than do it I would excel at it in a vague attempt to keep the girl I loved so much. It was now one o'clock that gave me 6 hours to prepare a lovely meal, the flat and myself. Dinner was easy I opened the fridge, some basil mozzarella and tomatoes presented themselves as a starter as did the pre packed salmon, rossti potatoes and vegetables. All that allowed me to concentrate on the flat. Dressed in my leggings vest top and long cardigan I hovered the entire flat and polished and liberally sprayed air freshener around in an attempt to hide the smell of medical solvent coming from the hall. It was now 5 o'clock and time to prepare myself. Shower and full shave removing the stubble of the last 48 hours, hair washed and this time conditioned. I exited the shower and dried and powdered myself and used Kate's favourite Clarins moisturizer. All this with my silicone breasts firmly and at times when unsupported painfully attached to me. I left the bathroom crossed the flat to the spare room now 6 o'clock time to dress. I had borrowed Kate's straightners and now worked on my slightly curly mousey blonde shoulder length hair to work it in to a presentable bob, then came the make up slow and deliberate, a woman could have done it in half the time but I wanted to look perfect for Kate, slightly more than normal especially around the eyes, this was a date I needed to win, my future happiness and love depended on convincing Kate that my dream was more than some comedy drag act. I slipped off the dressing gown and starred at my naked body in the mirror, those now almost despised c cups pointed straight back at me, the outline clearly defined. I picked up some foundation and covered the edges before covering them with some powder. Now I was ready to dress. The 6 inch deep black satin suspender belt covered the most of my stomach and from it dangled four straps containing traditional silver clasps and hooks. That's what had started this entire fiasco off in the first place at Edinburgh airport. Although the same style bra and panties went back on they were freshly laundered (I always buy two of each to every suspender belt) again simple black satin, the bra with a black bow in between the cups, the panties on the waist band at the top of each leg hole, almost exactly wear the suspender straps pertruded from. I went to the draw and took out a simple black slip and dropped it over my shoulders before sitting on the bed to open my previous gift to Kate. On my freshly shaven legs the smooth black silk felt divine, almost electrifying as I gently rolled them up my legs and fastened the solid silver suspender loops to the lace tops. The dress would be last, now the shoes, black patent heels, and a towering 4 inches but, I'd proved in the concourse of Edinburgh airport I could carry them off in public. Then finally my little black dress, tight bodice top, with sweetheart neck line and flowing A line skirt that billowed beautifully completed with a lace hemline. I was complete only my neck looked bare and then I saw it. The silver heart shape locket I had given Kate on our first date, hanging purposely from the corner of the vanity mirror - I slipped it on, I was now complete as Ms no Miss Kerry Eddington and Kate was due home any minute. I had barely lit the last candle when Kate came through the door arms full of bags from various fashion stores. I stood silently in the candle lit kitchen dinner, knees slightly inwards awaiting her, she came in from the hall and stopped, apart from the travel weary slumped mess in the hallway the previous evening this was the first time she had seen me dressed. She slowly walked over to me, still silence "Turn around" no please no other comment almost hostile still. Slowly I turned around, even the slow motion let the A line skirt of the dress billow slightly. I stopped facing her Her hand reached down to my thigh and felt through the material of the skirt, her finger slowly tracing the front suspender strap, a gentle smile came across her face "Dressed to thrill are we", I blushed "Can you walk in those", I nodded and walked slowly around the dinning table, heels clicking on the laminate wood flooring "You look, er.. er good, very good as a girl" her compliment brought a smile to my face, " I am going to change when's dinner ready" 15 minutes latter Kate was back in the kitchen / dinner, now dressed in grey slacks, simple white blouse her flame red hair pulled tightly back into a ponytail, totally feminine but almost masculine in comparison to my little black dress with lace hem and lace topped black stockings and heels. She sat at the table and watched with a critical eye as I moved around the kitchen and set the starters on the table, before taking a seat myself, taking care to brush my hands downwards and forwards behind my skirts as I sat down. Kate had poured 2 glasses of wine, she lifted hers, "here's to new beginnings", I simply raised my glass, did she mean her promotion, the end of our relationship, or had she other plans. We talked a lot that meal, mainly about Kate's new job, what it involved and were it would be taking her. All the time I felt like she was examining me for some flaw, I gave 110% in trying to look and act as feminine as possible but oddly the conversation never drifted towards my appearance or my past. But before I knew it, it was 1am. Kate yawned "Golly is that the time, I need to go to bed" she got up walked around the table pecked me gently on the check and headed off towards what use to be our bedroom door, she stopped in the doorway, "I am up at 6 tomorrow, but there expecting me out of the office from 2 as I am off up to Edinburgh tomorrow night. Meet me for a late lunch. Oh and your very convincing certainly in this light as a girl. Night" and with that she closed the bedroom door. I felt a warm glow over me, my hard work had paid off and Kate had accepted me, and I went to work tidying up the dishes and kitchen. It was nearly 2 am when I sat down on the spare bed and took of the black 4 inch heels before standing back up to lift the dress over my head. As I did so I caught a glimpse of my self in the mirror, sexy black lace top stockings matching suspender belt bra and panties and breasts! I thought about going back into the hallway to see if Kate had got the solvent but dismissed the idea as a wave if tiredness came over me. I unclipped the silk stocking and carefully rolled them down my silky smooth legs then crawled into bed still in bra and panties with make up still on and quickly fell asleep. It was daylight when I woke still in the black underwear, lying on top on the duvet curtains wide open, my head hurt both from the blow it had received almost 2 days ago and as I noted when I walked through to the kitchen the 3 bottles of wine. On leaving the spare bedroom I had instinctively grabbed a dressing gown off the back of the bedroom door, not mine but an old black silk one of Kate's, I slowly tied a bow in the cord and went over to the dinning table. It had several of the bags that Kate had bought the day before, including a note Sorry K Forgot to give you this lot yesterday, forgot the Glue removing stuff but got you some cream to rub on when they come off. Oh new box of vitamins in the bathroom cabinet as well, couldn't get our usual ones. See you at 2 Xxx Great she had been out all afternoon shopping and forgotten the one thing I wanted solvent to get rid of these breast forms. I picked up the closest bag, Marks and Spencer, I peered inside and my heart nearly stopped. I reached in and pulled out a packet of grey opaque hold up stockings, but that had not been what caused my heart to flutter, it was the black body that I now held in my hands, deep lace around the legs, full but beautifully decorated padded cups (as if I needed that), another bag was from Claire's Accessories and contained clips scrunchies and a hair band. The last bag was from Next, although they sell men's clothes I was beginning to doubt it contained a new pair of jeans and a jumper. I was right I pulled out and held up a simple shift dress. It was blue but had colour blocks of pale and electric blue from waist up to the scooped neck line that was edged in black. I held it up to my delicate male 5'4" frame even then the hem of the dress was well above the knee, nearly mid thigh. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table slowly picking up each item in turn, my head not only thumped it was spinning. Kate wanting me dressed as a girl last night for dinner, her job offer as her PA, her complements over my feminine appearance and now this - presents of new clothes... new girls clothes ! Having finished the coffee I went into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and shaved, taking the opportunity to shave all over at home and not as I had previously done in the shower at work. Then I slipped off the black silky full length dressing gown black bra and panties putting them in the overflowing wash basket and climbed into the shower. The hot water cascaded over me, almost as hot as I could bear, my skin tingled, I washed my hair, and I don't know why I used Kate's conditioner on it as well. As I wiped the last of the suds from my face and eyes I noticed, the small gap that appeared between the top of the left breast form and my chest. Gently I pulled the top of the breast form away from my skin, it pulled away reasonable painlessly until it reached the left nipple, then it felt like my nipples were being wrenched out of my body. I gasped and tried again "shit that hurts" I screamed to no one in particular but the worst was over and I continued to pull the rest of the breast form away from my red irritated skin. Thank god - for that was all I could think, despite the pain and itchiness it was a relief then it dawned on me the right one still had to come off too. I gently pulled the edges until at last near the bottom of the breast I felt a gap, slowly I managed to get one, then two fingers under the form. The last removal had been slow and painful at times; this time I would go quickly after all I reasoned that's how girls wax. I was now out of the shower, naked and ready, I cyced, myself up, one two three yank. God knows what any of the other occupants in the apartment block thought but you could probably hear the scream half way across London, but it was done, I was a man again not some deformed half man half woman. Slowly the pain subsided and I regained enough composure to open the bathroom cabinet. The vitamin tablets were there just like Kate's note had said, I took two. Besides them was the tube of cream Kate had mentioned also. I liberally applied it to the two oval red patches around my nipples on my chest. For the first time since yesterday morning I entered Kate's, no our bedroom to get dressed relieved that now my life could take on some form of normality again. I opened the top draw to get my boxers out and froze, it was empty, as were the other two draws in the chest I hurried across to my wardrobe and through open the doors - empty "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch" was all I could keep saying I saw the note blue tacked to the back of the wardrobe big letters " YOU WANTED TO DRESS LIKE A GIRL" I slumped down on the bed why was she doing this to me - she said she knew about it even before we got together, ok finding me slumped in the hallway in a mini skirt and tight red top with breasts might have been some cause but given I'd just lost my job she could at least cut me some slack. I lay there cold and naked figuring out my next move. I could remain at home cold naked and await Kate's return, but she was off to Edinburgh that afternoon, a long wait then. I could dress in what clothes I had and go shopping for some men's clothes, not unreasonable lots of women buy for their men, the only problem would be money, with no job I would have to be careful. If Kate was moving out I would need every penny of my redundancy package to keep the let on this apartment. The third option dress as a girl, meet Kate for lunch and confront her about the whereabouts of my male clothing or forth just meet her for lunch endure this humiliating punishment for her discovering my fetish/hobby and ride the tide till we could get back together and hopefully marry. Which would you have chosen - me too? That's why half an hour latter I found my self slipping the silky black body over my hips, the label had said "Firm Control" and it wasn't joking for something that appeared so skimpy and slinky I could feel it almost reshaping my body as I pulled it up and wriggled my arms through the double straps with bows attached. I looked in the full length mirror, I hadn't realized until now that although it was a full body the "pants" were a thong, a first for me, the feeling of the material nestling in between my buttocks, the front was high cut but filled back in with deep lace, that matched that, the lace that covered the whole body and cups. I reached inside and adjusted my still sore red chest to give some form of cleavage in the padded cups. Next I opened the packet of stockings, hold ups not my favourite, sexy but too practical, which was why Kate had no doubt picked them, as trying to buy anything half decent these days with suspenders is a virtual impossibility. I rolled them into a little hoop dipped in my toe and rolled the soft grey opaque lycra up my newly shaved legs, I could feel the slight constriction of my legs as I did so until I reached the top, taking care that the two translucent hold up strips where straight and no lace of the top was trapped underneath. I then sat down at the dressing table and applied some foundation and powder to my face before setting to work with eyeliner, shadow and mascara then lipstick and gloss, completing the look with a little blusher in all nearly 45 minutes until I was happy with the look, feminine but not to O.T.T. I then set to work drying and straightening my hair into a loose bob over which I slipped the multi blue coloured hair band, that complement my new dress. The look was completed with my "old black suede leather boots with squared 2 inch heels. I then rummaged through what little accessories I had and found an electric blue scarf that I loop tied around my neck hiding my Adam's apple, two simple silver tear drop ear rings and matching bracelet and I was complete. It was nearly 12 o'clock so that left me an hour to spare before I needed to set off for my 2 o'clock lunch date with Kate. I went back into what had been our bedroom and opened Kate's wardrobes, bursting to capacity with her clothes, but no sign of mine, I checked under the bed, the two large suitcases that we had, one of which Kate had taken on her trip stateside were missing, and I began to get a horrible feeling, had she packed them into her car, I rummaged around to find her keys, I would check on the way out. I checked my appearance in the hall way mirror, playing with my hair. It was time I checked the content of my black bag, keys mobile and cards. Slowly I eased the front door of the apartment open and listened, silence I opened the door further and stepped out of the apartment for the first time dressed as a young successful woman. My heels made a clopping sound that seemed to echo around the hallway. Once again I ignored the lift and made my way to the stairwell confident that I wouldn't meet any of our neighbours in the stairs. Gingerly I made my way down the 3 flights of stairs to the underground parking area, no sign of life. I found Kate's BMW in our space, and went round the back to the boot, the wall behind me and partially hidden from view by a concrete pillar. Then I heard the car coming down the slope from the street I crouched down in the small gap between the car and wall, careful not to rest on my knees and ladder the stockings but this position meant that the dress had ridden up over my right thigh to well above the lace top of the stocking exposing my pale inner thigh. The lights of the car shone on the far wall and I heard it pull into place. I didn't dear peek to see who or where they had parked, until I hard the fire door to the lift area shut. Slowly I stood up and straightened the skirt back down. I opened the boot but there was no sign of the two missing suitcases, I muttered under my breath and closed the boot. I placed the keys in my bag and looped the strap over my head so that it hung from my side, the strap nestling in my perfectly adequate but what after the forms felt small cleavage. The last thing I needed was my bag being snatched. I then headed up the slope to street level opened the security gate and stepped out into the quiet Kensington side street. I walked carefully mindful to take smaller more feminine steps especially when I joined the busier Cromwell Road, the A4 and a major road into the capital. It teemed with people I glanced around, I could see no one staring or pointing at me and I felt more confident as I headed towards Gloucester Road underground station. As I walked I could feel the first chill of autumn, through the opaque grey hold up stockings from my boot tops upwards to the bare skin above the stocking tops. I stopped at a cash point not far from the tube, I took out a card from my black shoulder bag, I looked at it Mr K Eddington, no good to me now, I withdrew ?200 pounds knowing that from now on I would only be able to pay cash rather than use my card. The station was reasonable quiet as the rush hour was well and truly over, as the tube train came into the station the air it forced along tugged at my dress, the doors opened and I walked along the platform to enter a partially full carriage. I sat down carefully brushing the dress under my legs, knees together feet slightly apart toes pointing inwards. I sat straight backed but looked down at the shoulder bag resting on my lap, my feminine styled hair feel forward across my face hiding it partially allowing me to glance around the carriage. The usual mixture of people, all in there own little worlds and thankfully none paying attention to my own little world which at the moment was spinning frantically. Here I was dressed outside again, something that had seemed impossible, merely a dream over a week ago. As the tube sped on the District Line towards Monument station I though about what had happened. Those lovely few days beside the Scottish Loch, chance to dress without fear of detection or recognition. I cursed my own stupidity and fetish, why oh why had I had to wear female underwear to travel in, why had I not allowed more time to get to the airport, and I cursed the officious check in girl that had flustered me so much that I had checked in the wrong bag. It had been the start of the nightmare, the humiliation of a partial strip search, a missed flight, humiliation at the hotel when I was unable to pay and forced to earn my keep. I felt my face blush and I felt nauseous at what had happened to me in that hotel, I hoped to god I would never see that man again but if I did.... No there was nothing I could do that would avenge what he had done to me. Then my mind turned to Kate, beautiful Kate, who I was now off to meet. What had she done with my clothes and why, why force me to keep dressing as a girl even though I had managed to remove the forms, perhaps she thought they would still be stuck on, then why by me female clothes that wouldn't have accommodated the forms, the satin thong body with padded cups was a 34aa and the dress a 12, my other dresses were size 16 to accommodate the breast forms. The tube arrived at the Monument underground station, unlike other passengers I waited until it had come to a complete stop before getting out of my seat and making my way to the door, (the last thing I wanted to do was to go flat on my face as I tried to stand up in my heels as the train shuddered to a halt) I let the crowd rush ahead, as I took the various tunnels and escalators that lead to the Docklands Light Railway that took me into the busy business area of the Docklands. As I left the station I glanced to my right towards to towering office block were until only a few days ago I had worked, why was Kate interested in me becoming her PA, a position well beneath that of which I had previously held with JP Morgan. I crossed the road, it was chilly in the shade and this side was in the autumn sunlight, soon it would be coat weather and I wondered how long Kate was planning to keep me in skirts and dresses for. The pavement was busy, as lunch time came to an end and people made there way back into work, and people brushed close by me. I clutched my shoulder bag tightly and kept my head slightly downwards and took small steps as I headed toward Kate's company building. By the time I arrived the sun had gone behind several large clouds, and with the sunlight gone there was a noticeable dip in the temperature. I had planned to wait outside for Kate, but now made my way through the revolving doors and into the reception area, my heels echoing in the cavernous area as I made my way to a small seating area. I had just sat down, taking the usual precautions to preserve my dignity, when the lift doors opened and out stepped Kate. Her flame red hair was in a loose plat and she wore a rusty red coloured business suit. Professional but sexy, a lacy red top showed at the top of her jacket buttons and her skirt was well above the knee. I stood up to greet her and despite my two inch heels she towered above me in what must have been her four inch stilettos. She pecked me gentle on the check and gave me a gentle hug before pulling away. Just as a girl would greet another close girl friend "Kerry Darling you look wonderful" she said a little too loudly causing the woman behind the reception desk to look up. I blushed but said nothing until we were back outside, the sun now shinning again "Were are my clothes Kate" I said trying not to sound too angry "Why don't you like your new presents, glad to see they fit you. Did it hurt getting those things off?" "Yes it bloody well did, you could have remembered the solvent" then I bit my lip slightly, after all I didn't want to upset her "But the cream helped, thank you" "Just keep putting it on till the rash goes, that's what the pharmacist said" We went into the Costa Coffee that was just around the corner. Kate ordered two latt?s and placed two sandwiches on the counter. The girl behind the counter busied herself at the coffee machine then placed the two coffees on a tray before ringing the items through the till. Kate made no attempt to pay and I unfastened the silver clasp on my black shoulder bag and pulled out a twenty pound note and handed it to the girl. Kate took the tray whilst I waited for my change. I followed her to a table, not one in a corner but one in plain view of the window. "So" I said after I had taken a sip of coffee "So what" "When do I get my clothes back" I said quietly "I thought you liked dressing like this Kerry" she grinned back at me "Well now I am back to normal I'd quiet like them back" "Normal MEN don't were girls clothes" she said spitefully and a little too loud for my liking. I glanced around to see if anyone had over heard her comment. "You'll get them back when I say so, or you can have them tomorrow if you want the Wedding and engagement called off for ever" "OK, OK, you win" I said not wanting to loose Kate. She patted my hand, "There, there darling, I should be home from my visit on Wednesday, I've taken Thursday off so we can go shopping together" "Shopping together" I repeated. "Well you need more Clothes" she smiled at me "I have plenty if you give me my clothes back" I whispered as two business men sat at the table next to ours. I could see them glancing over at Kate and I in hushed conversation. Hopefully we looked like 2 pretty girls in deep conversation not a man in a dress being dominated by his fianc?e "I said you can have them back when I say so" there followed a long silent pause, that Kate eventually broke. "I talked to HR, they are advertising the post internally today, but you can apply online" she handed me a piece of paper with a web address on it "not that you can apply for any other jobs whilst I have your pants" she said with a giggle. I placed the paper into my bag and finished the coffee. "Want to see me off at the airport?" Kate asked, I nodded I reply. So we made our way back to Kate's office block. I took a seat in the cavernous reception area. Kate had a word with the girl in reception then made her way to the lift to go to the office to get her overnight case. By the time she returned, a black London cab was waiting outside to take us to Heathrow. I was glad to get out of the reception area, I had felt very exposed and it felt a lot better to be in the security and privacy of the taxi that made its way across central London to pick up the M4 to Heathrow. Kate talked about her new job and the fact that the proposed move from London looked like it wouldn't happen as the Firm that had been taken over would merge head offices here in London, though she would be spending a lot of time away travelling. I breathed a sigh of relief it would mean Kate staying here in London, and that probably meant staying in our up market Kensington apartment. With no job I was reliant on Kate to pay the mortgage, and that meant I was falling ever deeper into her hands, then it dawned on me we were going to Heathrow. The taxi dropped us off outside Terminal 1 and we made our way together to the BMI check in desk. The thing I always found fascinating about airports is the staff. No matter what the job Cabin Crew or Handling Agents the women look and dress like women. They all wore smart skirt, heels and blouses, hardly a trouser suit in sight. I looked around taking in how these women moved and worked in their very feminine attire, there make up and hair, were perfect. Kate gave a little cough that brought me out of my trance like state. Her bag checked in we made our way to the security area, I kissed Kate lightly on the cheek and watched her place her bag, shoes and jacket in a tray for the x-ray machine then walk through the body scanner. It bleeped just as it had with me on Friday. Kate was taken to one side and a female security guard frisked her, her hands contouring Kate's shapely body, she glanced over her shoulder and winked at me. Once dressed, she disappeared out of view and I knew that for her to get back to me now was near impossible. What I was about to do would probably piss her off, well for a little while but it would get things back to normal. I looked in my black shoulder bag, the two British Airways tickets stubs were still in there, the one for the previous Friday still had my baggage label stuck to the back. I looked around and eventually in the confusion of yellow and black signs found what I was looking for Baggage Reclaim. The guy behind the counter seemed bored and disinterested as I handed over the ticket stub. He glanced at it then disappeared into the shelved area behind. He returned empty handed sum 5 minutes latter shaking his head. "It must be there I said, I checked my bag in at Edinburgh but I missed that flight" I said slightly flustered. "Ah miss if you weren't on the plane then your bag would have been offloaded in Edinburgh - Security Miss." My heart sank that dreaded word - Security - it's what had got me into this predicament and it had now scup' erred my last chance of returning to normal. I thanked him and turned away heading back outside to the taxi rank. It was now 4 o'clock the rush hour would be starting and I did not fancy standing in a packed tube train. The taxi ride was longer and more expensive, but even alone with a man in cab I felt more secure. To avoid an unnecessary conversation I kept my head down and pretended to be busy texting on my i phone. The cab eventually pulled up in the small side street, I opened my black back and took out some notes in the safety of the cab even though the street was deserted. I let the driver keep the change as a tip and I opened the door and swung my legs out into the chill early evening air. Although still light the street light were coming on a sure sign that the nights were drawing in and autumn was on its way. I hurried in small feminine steps down the side street and around corner to the apartment entrance. I entered the code and made my way across the entrance foyer to the lift. The doors opened and I almost jumped out of my skin, it was Dave, from the apartment opposite Kate and mine, he simply smiled at me and carried on across the foyer to the front doors, he hadn't recognised me as his neighbour, but what if had seen me at my door then what. Once on the second floor I scurried to the door, then realized that without pockets my keys where in my bag I fumbled with the catch and scrambled around inside to find them as I could hear the lift coming back up. It came to a halt as I put the key in the lock and turned it and quickly pushed it back and stepped out of view as the doors started to open. I was back in the safety of my own home. I put my bag down on the Kitchen / dinner table and poured myself a large glass of Chardonnay from the box in the fridge. I almost gulped it down to steady my nerves. That evening after Kate rang to say she was in her hotel. I stripped of my clothes and had a long soak in the bath, the bubbles smooth and silky against my hairless skin. It was good to be free of the breast forms but my chest still had two red ovals around each nipple as if I had been attacked by some suction machine. I towelled myself dry then applied the cream liberally to the reddened areas. That night, with no male attire in the house I slept naked, it felt good as it was the most masculine I had been in days, no female clothing or breast forms attached. With Kate away for the Tuesday and most of the Wednesday I made very little effort on my appearance. I didn't wear a bra only panties, the leggings that Kate had dug out for me on the Sunday and a baggy jumper of Kate's, it was pink but it was about the most masculine appearance I could get from my collection of very girly clothes and Kate's that were generally to small even for my slender frame. Most of Tuesday I spent on the computer surfing the sites of the various company's in the same field as I had previously been employed in, the story was the same there as at JP Morgan no vacancies just redundancies. Reluctantly I got the piece of paper from my black shoulder bag and typed in the web address that Kate had given me. On the HR page there was only one vacancy advertised that of PA to Director Merger Acquisitions (Scotland) I clicked on it and another window opened with the application. I filed in the CV wondering how the other directors would feel about Kate having a male PA. It took two hours to fill in the application and CV and as I checked it through I realized that there was no Title box (i.e. Dr Mr Mrs etc) but there was a marital status box for which I had selected single. I then made dinner and just sat watching TV, slowly working my way through the box of wine. Tuesday night I again slept naked but when I woke on Wednesday morning I knew I would have to make an effort as Kate was due back today. That morning after taking my vitamins with a coffee and breakfast, I dressed in the clothes I had worn the previous day. I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom and did the ironing from the washing I had done the previous day. At lunch time I showered applied the cream to my chest then dressed in the freshly laundered black body, and dress that Kate had bought me on the Sunday. Again I took time to make sure my make up was perfect but not too over done and that my male hair style was suitable feminized. Then once again it was time to venture outside. A final check of my appearance in the hallway mirror and I stepped out into the hallway the door clicking behind me as the Yale lock locked. My heart racing I made my way too the lift and pressed the down button. It seemed ages before the lift doors opened and I breathed a sigh of relief that it was empty. The lift took me down to the basement garage and I quickly made my way to Kate's BMW. I quickly put the key in the ignition and started the car, the security gates opened as I approached them and I was out into the bright sun lit street. I drove carefully, looking straight ahead, scared to glance to the side in case I saw some one staring at me. I soon arrived at Sainsbury's. Having parked the car I grabbed a trolley and made my way into the store, stopping at the ATM to make sure I had enough cash to pay for the weekly shop rather than use my cards. I don't know why, shopping complete I found myself in the clothing area, but not the men's the ladies. There was a simple white blouse only ?4.50 and black slacks that zipped at the side for a similar price. I rummaged along the rack to find my size and placed them in the trolley, figuring that if Kate wouldn't let me wear male attire then I could try and look as male as possible. I obviously passed the inspection of the girl at the checkout, and with shopping packed I made my way back to the car relieved to be back in my own little space rather than dressed out in public. It took 3 heart stopping trips in the lift to get all the shopping up from the car in the basement garage to the second floor apartment and a further half hour to unpack it all away. By now it was 3 pm and unsure of what time Kate would be arriving back I started to prepare dinner. Thinking that I would surprise Kate I went through to the bedroom and unzipped the black suede boots and slipped the dress over my head. I kept the grey hold up stockings on as I had no socks. I slipped the slacks on zipping the side zip then put on the white blouse, the material thick enough to hide the black body that I was wearing underneath. After several minutes of playing with my hair to make sure I looked perfect for Kate I went back to the kitchen and pored myself a glass of wine and sat at the table to await Kate's return from Scotland. Kate came through the door at 7:30 pm; I yelled a hello from the kitchen as I stirred the stroganoff, then made my way to the hallway to greet her. As I reached the side of the sofa Kate came through the door. Before I could say or do anything her expression changed from one of happiness to one of utter venom and anger "What the fuck are you wearing?" Before I could reply she pushed me so hard that I went over the back of the sofa my legs pointing upwards. "Did I say you could wear trousers? No I fucking didn't" she yelled grabbing the material of them near the ankles and pulling as hard as she could. I heard a rip as the material near the zip gave way as she yanked the slacks down my grey opaque stocking clad legs and over the black 4 inch patent heels. I was totally taken aback by her sudden onslaught and rolled off the sofa and scurried into the spare room as she yelled after me to put a skirt on. I had never seen Kate that angry before and I returned to the living room minutes later quivering and wearing the skirt with kick pleats from my business suit. There was no sign of Kate, timidly I knocked on what had once been our bedroom door there was no reply. Gently I pushed open the door the bedroom was empty Kate's suitcase and laptop bag thrown on the bed, the en-suite was deserted. There was no sign of Kate at all. I waited another half hour and in that time gulped down another glass of wine, I was still shaking I had never seen her so angry before and just for wearing trousers, female slacks at that. Well I wouldn't be wearing them again, the material had parted near the zip and ripped I screwed them up and placed them in the kitchen bid. Eventually I sat down alone and picked at my evening meal, my mind full of different thoughts, where was Kate? And what would happen next? Sub consciously I poured several more glasses of wine before my dinner followed the ruined slacks into the bin. With the dishwasher loaded and Kitchen cleaned I went to the bathroom, removed my make up before going to bed. I lay there naked hoping to hear Kate come in the door, but the wine took effect and I drifted into a troubled sleep. Bright sunlight filled the bedroom as I lay in bed awake on the inside, not wanting to open my eyes but conscious of sounds, the early traffic and to my relief the sound of Kate moving around the flat. I heard the bedroom door open and suddenly the duvet was wiped off the bed before I even had chance to open my eyes. I lay there naked before Kate, not knowing what to expect after last night outburst, but again her mood had changed. "Come on sleepy head we've a lot to do today" she said cheerfully as she opened the bedroom window. It may have been I bright sunny day outside but a chill wind blew through the open window across my naked body that stirred me into action. I got up and grabbed the old black silk dressing gown off the back of the bedroom door. As I struggled into it Kate went back out into the living room giving my bottom a gentle pat on the way out. I scurried to the bathroom, Kate certainly seemed in a far better mood than last night and I didn't want to incur her wrath again. Teeth cleaned, I shaved not only my face but my entire body then showered. Having patted myself dry I looked at myself in the mirror. My chest had lost its redness but it still felt irritated and slightly swollen, the nipples sensitive having been glued for so long under the silicone breast forms. I applied the cream Kate had got me and rubbed it in thoroughly noting that my nipples became hard as I did so. I returned to the bedroom to find Kate waiting for me sat on the edge of the spare bed, her legs crossed. Her long red hair waved gently down over her shoulders, she was wearing a dress that was grey almost velvety material with burgundy flowers on it. A matching coloured band of material ran just underneath the bust and the skirt flared out from this point down to about two inches above her knee. Black opaque stockings and boots completed her outfit. - She looked stunning. "Come on then Kerry lets get you ready" she indicated to the dressing table and I sat down in front of it. Kate turned me around and started to apply my make up. Faster, a lot faster than I could, then she simply pulled my hair back into a shortish ponytail. When she had finished I turned to look back in the mirror. I was a passable twenty something woman, make up not to heavy, hair ok but nothing specially, all in all miss average and if I was to go out dressed as a girl then miss average suited me. I stood up to get dressed, underwear would be a problem today, the black body was now in the wash and my original bra's all too big unless I was to use the breast forms. Kate had obviously thought of this and she handed me pink tissue paper wrapped parcel. I un wrapped it and recognised it as the silk camisole set that I had bought her two or was it three Christmases ago that she had never worn. I slipped the black silk dressing gown off, it felt funny to be naked in front of Kate but not as funny as sliding the loose silk French knickers up my legs. The cream silk edged with baby pink lacing gave no support to my male assets, I was unable to tuck my penis away, if heaven forbid any one saw me, it would be obvious that I was a man. The camisole top followed slipping over my hairless torso. Despite the make up the look in the mirror was definitely a man in ladies underwear, no chest and a bulging crotch. Kate then handed me a pair of sheer natural tone hold up stockings. I sat on the bed edge and rolled them up my hairless legs, taking care with the deep lace top to ensure it was smooth. Kate handed me my pale pink and white blouse, then the dark grey business suit skirt with kick pleats then finally the matching jacket, that was now loose around the chest but at least I looked like miss average. Kate busied around me fastening a bracelet on my wrist and a necklace around my neck. I slipped my black heels on and headed into the Kitchen but my hopes of getting a coffee were dashed as Kate made her way to the hall way, grabbed her grey coat with pink edging, her black bag and headed for the door. I tottered after her, Kate yelled over her shoulder at me not to forget my handbag. I grabbed it shut the front door and made my way as fast as I could to join Kate at the lift. It was a Thursday, I hadn't realized the time but it was early. Most of the buildings occupants were on the way to work, the lift doors opened already occupied by two men and a woman. Kate stepped in, nervously I followed. One of the men and the woman obviously husband and wife began a hushed conversation, I hoped to god it wasn't about me. The lift doors opened again and the five of use made our way across the entrance area to the front door. I was acutely aware of the noise my heels made. The other man in his early thirty's and dressed in a business suit reached the door first and held it open "Ladies" he said as the other woman Kate and myself passed through and out into the chill Autumn air. The pavement was busy as Kate and I made our way down towards Gloucester Road tube station, the chill air against my thinly stocking clad legs, it felt funny as I walked, my maleness unsupported in the thin silky French knickers, I could feel everything react to the chill air despite the fairly thick material of the business suit. It was rush hour now, everyone heading in the same direction towards the tube. The station was busy, I felt more confident that way rather than the previous day, not standing out, just a girl in the crowd on the way to work. The train came into the station, the chill blast of air preceding it. The automatic doors opened and the crowd surged towards it. I did my best to keep up with Kate in my heels. Kate had hardly spoken since we had left the flat but now she began a hushed conversation about her trip north. The doors closed. I reached up and grabbed a grab handle, my other hand clutching the strap of my shoulder bag. The train began its rocky ride into the dark tunnel. People gently swayed beside me in the packed carriage. We changed at Victoria onto the Victoria line to Oxford Circus, emerging into a bustling Oxford Street, by now my nerves had steadied but I was still gasping for a coffee, I whispered such to Kate, she looked at her watch "Ok then your appointments not till 1030" I had no idea of the time as I had no female styled watch but I was wondering what appointment? We made our way to John Lewis and went to the caf? it was reasonably quiet this time in the morning. I grabbed a seat whilst Kate grabbed two coffees. While I waited I took my I phone from my handbag and checked my e-mails, the usual junk mail, and one from Kate's work I opened it and scanned through it quickly, thanks for application, cv etc etc and then finally a time on Monday for interview. Well it was something at least, now perhaps Kate would stop this punishment of my little fetish and things could get back to normal. Kate returned to the table with the coffees. I leaned over the table and in hushed tones talked to her. "Look Kate I don't know what this appointment is but things need to get back to normal, I've an interview on Monday" as proof I slid my phone across to her with the opened e-mail. Kate scanned quickly through the email with a slight scowl her longer thin fingers scrolled down the screen then back to the top. She smiled and handed the phone back to me "On the contrary, I think you need to look your very best on Monday, I hope your proof reading is better if you are going to be my PA" I picked the returned phone up and read it again then again then it jumped out at me not Mr but Ms K Eddington "oh you poor dear" Kate said patting my hand "perhaps I need to take you to the opticians as well today, maybe its that bang on your head" I sat in silence, my head whirling with thoughts, Kate talked more about her trip north but I was barely listening, what to do ? but I was trapped no job, no clothes and very much reliant on my girlfriend, no ex girl friend Kate, what ever she wanted I would now have to go through with it and all because of a metal suspender clasp. "Kerry, Kerry" I snapped out of my inner thoughts "just go with the flow today, do what I say and thinks may get a little better between us again" I smiled and sipped at the coffee. Kate looked at her watch "drink up we need to get a move on" We left John Lewis and headed out into Oxford Street. Kate was stepping out in style but I was struggling to keep up with her pace in my heels. She turned down a side street and into the first door way, I had no chance to see what the shop was. The noise seemed as loud as the street outside and there was a strong chemical smell, hair dryers wiz zed away and women chatted, a hairdressers, I started to turn to head back out but I felt a gentle arm wrap around mine and guide me to the counter. "Hello, I have an appointment in my name, but its for this lady here, she's Russian, and speaks very little English" Kate turned and smiled at me, I smiled back grateful that I wouldn't have to talk much, but now knew that I would hardly been able to protest to what Kate had in mind. A girl with long dark hair pulled up into a ponytail guided me to a chair whilst Kate talked to another woman with a short blonde bob. I saw Kate hand over a picture and the woman glanced over and looked at me and nodded. The girl took my jacket then returned and wrapped a towel around my neck before reclining the chair so the nape of my neck nestled into the curved basin edge. She washed my hair then conditioned it before wrapping a towel around my head and taking me back to the main salon area. The lady with the blonde bob was waiting for me. She combed my hair out then began to cut it. Then the dark hair girl appeared with what looked like long strands of hair that the other lady took and felt like she was attaching to my real hair. Looking in the mirror I could see that my hair now came down to well below my shoulders, and that the woman was now applying a cream to both my own hair and the false extensions to colour them. Whilst my hair was being dyed another women who I had not seen before took my hand and took a deep sigh before starting to give me a nail treatment which ended with ? inch long gel nail attachments painted a powder pink colour. An hour and a half latter I emerged from the salon in a state of shock, my hair now dyed a honey blonde fell in gentle curls to my shoulder blades, my nails were immaculate, polished and painted and my eye brows had been waxed to a more feminine arch. My look now was more female than male were as before although male I could have passed as female it was doubtful that I would be able to pass as male in my current appearance. Still in shock at my new look I meekly followed Kate to the reception desk, whilst she paid a young girl, I slipped on my suit jacket. Once outside it felt totally different, were as before a wig would just blow against my face and neck, now I could feel the wind tug at my hair as it blew around me. Before I knew it we were back in John Lewis but not the caf? this time but the ladies lingerie section. Kate walked straight up to a rather formidable looking lady and talked in hush tones to her, they occasionally glanced back at me, and I only over heard the word Russian. Kate came back and guided me through the curtains into the changing area. "Take your top off" she whispered "What" I said the first thing I had said since leaving the salon. "She's fitting you for a bra so stay still and keep quiet and get undressed!" Nervously I slipped off my jacket and began fumbling with the buttons of my blouse, unaccustomed to the longer finger nails. "Here let me help" said Kate as she stepped over and began to unbutton the cuffs and the rest of the buttons. I slipped it off then lifted the silk camisole top over my new flowing blonde hair. There I stood in just dressed in my business skirt and stockings and heels, naked from the waist up, arms crossed covering my sore nipples that had hardened to the slight chill. For the first time I felt my new long hair caress my naked shoulders and back. The curtain swished open and the formidable looking lady that Kate had talked to stepped in closing the curtain behind her. She removed a tape measure from around her neck and stepped towards me. As she stepped towards me and wrapped the cold tape around my back I let my arms drop to my sides exposing my naked chest three very swift measurements below, across the nipples and above my pecs and she stepped back indicating that I should get dressed again. Hurriedly I pulled on the cream silk camisole top and slipped the blouse back on, I had to pull my long hair out from under the collar before I began to fasten the buttons as quickly as possible. The lady chatted to Kate then Kate removed her coat, reached under the arm of her dress and unzipped in to the waist before pulling it over her head. She laid it on the chair the reached behind her and unfastened her lace black bra, which she also placed on the chair. She now turned towards me, dressed only in a black lace thong, opaque hold up stockings and boots her bosom large but pert hardly needing the support of her now discarded bra. The sight of her so naked in such a public place caused a stirring in my silky French knickers as the lady measured her as well. Measurements complete the lady left the two of us to get dressed again, as I was still fumbling with the blouse buttons. Kate, still naked from the waist up came over and helped me fasten the last buttons then she let her hands trace down the front of the blouse over the skirts waist band down towards my crotch she pushed against my hardening bulge and giggled, turned away and began to get dressed again. Once dressed we left the changing area, Kate thanked the lady who handed her a card with our bra sizes on, and in whispered tones suggested I may prefer to use some enhancers and purchase the other size she had jotted down. We now made our way to the ladies department. I asked why having been so embarrassed in having been measured for a bra we weren't buying any, Kate simple stated that it was better to buy me some outfits first, then get the appropriate underwear to match. We made our way around the various concessions, White Stuff, Fat Face, Sand, Phase 8, Principles to name a few. Kate rummaged through the wracks of clothes pulling various outfits out for my approval or disproval, occasionally she would override my decision as boring or well I think you would look a cutie in it and either return it or had it to Carol a personal shopper who on seeing two ladies so intent on spending money had offered her services. Now the three of us wondered the store for almost 3 hours before we returned to the female changing area as Kate and Carol insisted that I try everything on. Thankfully on the way in to the changing area Kate had selected a simple white body in my size. This was not a normal changing area, but the one used for bridal wear as it was a room large enough to accommodate a sofa and a rack on which Carol had hung the selected items of clothing. Carol left the room whilst I stripped down to only my sheer tan lace topped stockings, then hurriedly pulled on the body, tucking my man hood away, before slipping the straps over my shoulders. Kate then slipped the breast enhancers, like a chicken breast into each of the padded cups, my pecs took on a very distinctive breast like form. Once Carol rejoined us I began to try on the various outfits "Suitable for the Office" as Kate had put it. The pair of them watched as I changed from outfit to outfit, occasionally Carol nipped out to return with a different style of shoe or boot even coloured and black opaque stockings. Gradually the pile of clothes got larger, and I began to wonder how much it was all going to cost. In the end, I or should I say Carol and Kate had selected for me several Office, and leisure outfits, boots shoes and a bright red military style coat. As Carol ran the final item through the till I nearly fainted as the bill was several hundred pounds worth of female clothes - that would only fit me! Kate simple handed over a card. Having paid she announced that she thought as we had so may bags that I should catch a cab home now, whilst she went and got some underwear and sleepwear for me. It wasn't a question I just did as I was told and made my way down the escalators and back into Oxford Street and hailed a cab As with all London cabbies he talked all the way to Kensington and I was quiet relieved when he pulled into the side street beside the apartment block. I handed him a note larger than the fare, replaced my purse in the black bag and struggled out the door with my new wardrobe. With so many bags I elected to take the lift, heels echoing of the entrance floor. I waited as the lift came down and two men I didn't recognise exited it, both giving me a look that sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly scurried into the lift, thankful that the doors closed behind me. In the flat I felt safe, I looked long and hard at myself in the hallway mirror it was me but with the different hair, and female shaped eyebrows I was barely recognisable, not some Fictionmania instant stunner, but certainly no frump, just an average girl. I went into the spare room and started to unpack the clothes hanging them up in the wardrobe. So much stuff to choose from, a week ago this would have been a dream, it felt like a dream, my life was now though in complete turmoil. Temptation got the better of me and I stripped off the ill fitting suit and