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Belladonna The Stewardess - Re-imagined and Expanded [Parts of the story have been materially changed and expanded] 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 one of our flight attendants during one of my business trips. All it took was that one stupid act for my life to start crumbling down 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. I kind of felt that it was undignified and misogynistic. 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 while 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 there being too much negative publicity for the airline. 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 as I took the abuse I knew I deserved. My wife had been put through a lot since we met years ago. I had met Nicole 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 about his homosexuality at the time as I with my bisexuality. I wanted him. I wanted to be held in 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 that 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 cross-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 former 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 my ass grabbing would be the final straw with her. Nicole stormed out of the room and went 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 the 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 cheap, faux leather, office chair. I was a little groggy, but I was able to realize I was in a small, windowless white room. I moved my head and did not see anyone else. I was able to stand up and find the door. I went to turn the knob, but it was locked. I walked over to the seat and sat down at the table and held my head, unsure of what was going on. A few minutes later, I saw the knob of the door jiggle. My heart started racing as I wondered who was coming through that door as I sat helplessly at the table. As the door opened, I saw two men walking in. I recognized the first man. He 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 hands on my head, I shouted, "What the hell is going on, Paul?" "Calm down, Rachel", He replied as he sat down at the table while the large man stood beside me. "What the hell are you talking about, Paul? Who the fuck is Rachel?" "You're Rachel. I know that's a little hard for you to understood, but just let me explain." "Go on", I said with as much sarcasm as could possible drip off of two, two letter words. "Ms. Black has agreed to settle with Carter Airlines. She settled below the market rate for such a settlement, but she had some unusual requests." "Did they involve slipping me a ruffie", 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 ask you." "Who was in on this? Whose head has to roll?" "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. Do I look like a Rachel?" 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 out of this room and leave your American ass in this Saudi Arabian town without any money or identification. Do you understand?" I swallowed hard and nodded as I realized where I was and how long I must have been out. 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 a stewardess. Why can't I be a steward?" I shouted. "Karen's settlement said that she needed you to be dressed as a woman. Don't worry, though. You won't look like yourself when we get through with you. We made sure you're not going to look like some fag. We've made some arrangements to have just a few alterations made to your body. We'll give you implants, veneers, thin your eyebrows out and give you hair and nail extensions. Don't worry, that's it though. Other than those little changes, you'll be all you." I gave him a sickened look and barked, "Little changes? Getting boobs is a little change! How could you agree to 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 won't consent to those things you plan to put into me", I said as I pounded the table. 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. Once we feminize you, it'll be your word against ours. 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 Carter Airline's best stewardess uniform." "You'll never get a picture of me looking lie..." "Of course, Rachel. We'll leave you here, with no one way home. No one knows where you are besides us. And no one here cares who you are. The people you'll be released among don't care much for American's. So I doubt you'd even live to reach the embassy if you started walking now. 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 looked at each other before Paul said, "You really don't know?" "No!" The men turned and walked towards the door in silence. "Wait! Where are you going? You can't leave me here!" "We have to. We're on strict orders", Paul answered. "I give the orders around here", I shouted. I could see that they sensed my fury. Paul calmly responded, "We're corporate, doll face. We don't take orders from stewardesses." The door closed behind them and locked. I was alone with my thoughts for what felt like hours before I saw that door open again. A young British woman walked in beside two large men and said they were taking me in for my transition. I wanted to fight against it, but the presence of the large men made any attempt look futile. I stood up and was taken hold of by the large men. They walked me through the door and into a windowless corridor. I was placed on a gurney that rested in another windowless room. I was strapped down to it by the two men before the woman affixed a mask to my face. I smelt something funny before I passed out. I awoke, and was able to look at my bandaged chest. I felt a little pain below and above my new breasts. There was a little numbness in my actual breasts though. Even though I was not certain of it, I could sense that I was on pain medication as I looked at the IV I was attached to. As I dealt with the discomfort, I saw the British women reenter the room. She smiled down at me and said they were taking me in for further work. I shook my head and pleaded with her to stop whatever she was planning on doing, but I got no response from her. I was wheeled into another room and left to await yet another treatment. A smiling man came in and told me he was going to give me veneers. I refused to open my mouth to let him have access, but that resistance only got me drugged again. I was put under again and awoke with a sore jaw. As I realized where I was, I noticed that I was no longer strapped to a gurney. I was instead strapped to a chair. Not long after I awoke, another woman walked in and told me she was there to give me extensions. I quickly realized she was talking about my hair. I never got a chance to see what she was doing because she did it entirely behind my head and I had no mirror to watch her in. I felt the extensions getting put on my head, and my head did progressively feel slightly heavier. She eventually stopped, and I smelt a nasty smell that she told me was dye. I was not happy about being dyed, but I knew I had no control over what was happening so I tried to just go with it for my own sanity. After a little while, my chair got pushed over to a sink and she washed the dye out. I must admit that I rather liked the feeling of her washing my newly long hair. I got a little turned on by it despite the fact that I was still scared and angry about what was going on around me. With my hair finished, I was given nail extensions. I also didn't like the smell of the adhesive she used to lay my fake nails over my real ones. The nail polish had a familiar nauseating smell to it as well. I never liked the smell of any paint. The only part of the work she did on my nails that I actually found myself enjoying was the fact that I could finally watch a little of what was happening to me. I looked down at my fingertips and watched as the red nail polish covered the long tips. I was happy to at least have something to look at besides my bandaged breasts. After my cosmetic changes were finished, two large men took me into a room and stripped me naked. I mean, I was completely nude except for my bandages. I heard the men snicker at me a little before they left me alone. I clasped at my genitals as the British woman entered and looked me over. She did not say a word at first. She just placed a bag down and started going through it. The British woman threw a bra at me and told me to put it on. I remembered how my wife did it and I tried to do it the same. It hurt like hell, given my sore surgical wounds, and I really feared that my stitches would open up, but fortunately I was able to hook the bra behind my back before that happened. She then gave me gaffe and told me to put it on. From my years of cross-dressing, I was well aware of how to tuck myself away. I did so in front of her because she refused to leave the room despite my requests. I knew my modesty was of no concern to her, so I probably shouldn't have bothered asking in the first place. The British woman then gave me a pair of nude pantyhose. I rolled them down and worked them up my legs before she handed me the skirt of the airline's uniform. I placed the navy blue, pencil skirt on. It landed just above my knee as the regulations that governed the uniform required. I then put on the matching white top of the uniform. I buttoned the buttons and saw how far off my body my breast seemed to protrude. I was then given the last part of my uniform, a pair of navy blue, patent leather, 2 ? inch heeled pumps. The pumps fit me perfectly, as did everything else I was wearing. I assumed then that my measurements had been taken when I was unconscious. The British woman handed me an identification card, and I read the name, "Rachel Gribble", which rested over the word, "Flight Attendant." The woman looked vaguely like me, but part of me refused to believe I looked like that, until the British woman brought out a mirror and placed it on the counter. I carried the ID over to the mirror. I hesitated before I picked it up to look at myself. I froze as I stared at my reflection. I gasped as I looked into it. 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.' No matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I realized that Rachel's similar features were my own. I looked at my hair. It was much longer than it had been. It was also different because of the highlights that had been added to it. I saw the reflection of my bust that was revealed by the top. The perk breasts made me want to cry before she made put on makeup. My years of cross-dressing had me proficient with that task. She then took the mirror from me, and I was brought into another room and left alone. I looked around and noticed that I was surrounded by air plane supplies. There were a few fake seats, and some materials that were usually found on a plane. A man then walked in and introduced himself as Harmon. Harmon told me that he was there to teach me how to be a stewardess for my airline. I only nodded in response as I looked at the handsome, 6'5", strapping man. The man told me about the importance of politeness. As if that was something that did not go without saying given that being a stewardess is a service job. He showed me how to do the basics of the job like preparing food, bringing food to passengers and always doing so with a smile no matter what. That last part was the hardest. Harmon tried to make me drop my smile. He would call me a whore, he would slap my rear and, all the time, I had to keep a smile on my face. The other work was made somewhat more difficult by my nails. They really got in the way when I tried to open food up, and I realized why my wife occasionally broke her nails. Harmon also taught me about airline safety devices and locations of escape doors and windows on our planes. I listened carefully because I had to repeat everything he said to me. When I finished doing that, Harmon told me, "You're doing good for a newbie, but you need to work on your femininity." I nodded my head. I was afraid of what he was going to do to me if I did not comply. I waited to hear what he had in mind. Harmon smiled at me and said, "I'm going to give you some orders that will help you become more feminine." I nodded and awaited his orders. "First I need you to keep your wrists limp at all times." I blushed at his order and immediately complied. "Good girl. You're almost like the girls in this country, they know that they must obey their men." I didn't like his use of a possessive by comparison. He talked about girls and their men, while comparing me to them. I wondered if I was his girl. He then said, "Be sure to sway your hips when you walk." I followed his order and walked around the room, careful to sway my hips and keep my wrists limp and slightly swaying to the side like a girly girl. Harmon smiled at me and said, "That's a good sissy stewardess. Now, come over here." I approached him slowly and waited for his command. He smirked and said, "Drop to your knees, bitch." I started to tremble, but feeling weak, I gave in. I rested with my hosiery covered knees on the ground and my heeled feet beneath my ass. He smiled and said, "Remove my pants." I shook my head as tears came to my eyes. Harmon thrust my face against his jeans and said, "Take the zipper within your teeth and bring it down." As my tears seeped into his pants, I dragged down his zipper with my teeth. I then pulled down his pants which came to rest at his thick ankles. "Speak it into my cock", he then said. "What?" "You heard me! Tell me with a smile, 'Welcome to Carter Airlines.'" I felt the heat of his erect cock inches from my lips as I said, "Welcome to Carter Airlines." "Now, add, "My name is Rachel, and I'll be your stewardess.'" I gulped and shook as I said, "My name is Rachel, and I'll be your stewardess." "That's a good pansy", the man said as he stroked my hair. He pushed my head forward until my lips were on his cock. "That's right kiss it", I smooched his cock before he let go of my head. I instantly jerked it away from his throbbing member. He motioned for me to sit on his lap. Knowing I could not escape, I got up and sat on his lap. I felt his erect cock poking at my ass I sat on his lap. The fingers of one of his hands ran down my pantyhose while his other's groped my sore breasts. "Do you like the way this feels, bitch", he asked. I shook my head as I felt a surge of pain in my breasts. He laughed and said, "Tell me how much you love cock." "I love cock a lot", I said, half lying. He made me repeat that 50 times with a lisp before he made me say, "I, Rachel Gribble, am a sissy stewardess who only wants to be fondled by a big strong man who will share his cock with me." I had to say that 50 times as well. I cried the first time I said it, but eventually it became more acceptable for me to say as I kept hearing myself say it. The latter part of it was something I knew was true. My stewardess and femininity training consumed most my life for a quite a while after that. I never saw the sky or a clock during my time in that building, so I had no idea how long I was there, but that was what I was doing all the time and it felt like an eternity. The results were immediate. The way that Harmon intimidated me made me work doubly hard at never failing to do what he said. I never dared to say a word without lisping, I never walked without swaying my hips, I never sat with out crossing my legs, and I never dared to keep my wrists straight. I kept repeating to myself in my head that I was doing it all for my survival, but even the voice inside my head developed a lisp. I hoped it was a survival mechanism, but I knew that I had to be the best sissy I could be until I got home and was able to go back to being a man, something I thought I could be once more. I was practicing being a stewardess, being a docile, and an ultra feminine girly girl every minute of every day except when I was eating, bathing and sleeping. That was until one day when a group of large men took me from my room and brought me to a car. They told me that it was time for me to get to work. The men drove me to the airport and escorted me onto a plane. They place what I was told was my purse down on a seat in the front of the plane before they left me alone. I knew there was no point in running. I was stuck as long as I was in Saudi Arabia. I knew I could not leave the airplane without risking death as an unescorted woman. I looked around the plane and saw no one in the cabin for a few minutes before I heard a stirring in the back. I saw a woman come out and said, "Oh, you must be Rachel." I shook my head and said, "I'm not", before my curiosity made me ask, "What's the date?" I asked. She picked something up and said, "August 6th." I felt sick at that moment. 'It's been 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 really a stewardess." "Well, none of us are stewardesses. That term has 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, Tootsie", 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 rather I 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 how could you do this to me?" "Do what dear?" "I have breasts!" "Of course you do, you lisping ditz. All female flight attendant's have breasts." I blushed and said, "I'm not a woman! How cou..." "Well, not a proper one with that tone." "This isn't a joke." "You're quite correct, Rachel. I think you're going to learn that sexual harassment is no joke either", she replied before she turned away from me and started walking towards Jessica. I was going to storm after her, but Derek came over to me. He put his arm around me and said, "Don't let her get you down. I know how mean girls are. Whatever problems you've got with her, 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 back towards Karen, willing to hide my rage for the moment. 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 on the job. I figured that it must have been part of the settlement too 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" before she patted me on the ass. "Better get used to that", Karen said with a smile. 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 that 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 caught sight for the first time of the lipstick traces my lips left on the inflation tube. I heard one of the men say, "I'd like her to leave some of that on 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 seats 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 at my bandaged breasts. 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 to 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 then 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 complied with 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 walking into a men's room with Derek. I heard the sound of my heels echoing on the bathroom tiles as we made our way towards a stall. 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 nylon covered knees. I went to draw down his zipper as Harmon trained me 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 blushed and 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 the time I was unconscious. I hoped that was the case and that was why I had just given in to Harmon during my time training with him. I knew it was not true though. I tried to rationalize it all 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 him 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 at that moment. I blushed as I rushed out of the men's bathroom with my 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 the 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 she 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. 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 more futile the longer I worked on that 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 their men flirted with me. The women gave me looks ranging from disdain, to indifference and lust. In their eyes, I was either a rival, servant or a tool to help fulfill their lover's sexual desires. The two English-speaking women were the cruelest to me and the other staff. They were aware of the men's comments and suggestive language and quite unhappy about it. When one of their men, told me he liked my lisp, the two girls practically ganged up on me and said my lisp was childish and undignified for a woman. I could not believe these women. 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. Barely two minutes would go by before they were calling one of us back 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 disposable 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 luggage, 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 that was 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 go through. 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 walking into the room. 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 room's 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, well a sissy really" 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 than 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 my wife finally figured it out. He could not relate. He had never married. He admitted that he was gay, but he was understanding about 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 repeated the thought, hoping that if I did so enough, it would be true. 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 come across his face. I shivered as I waited for Derek to make the next move. 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's hand brushed my breasts. 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. I ran my hands over the skin that he clearly used softener on. His skin felt as silky as it looked. I envied it immediately. My hands caressed his thighs while his grasped at my neck. He pulled me towards the bed, and I willingly moved behind him. We collapsed onto it and I saw his pants and panties fly away from the bed. We then realized that I had not tucked myself away properly. He grinded his cock against my tights covered dick. I wrapped my legs around his and felt safe as we started to kiss. I had never kissed a man's lips 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 wearing satin panties beneath his suit. I wanted to be more feminine. It was lost on me at the 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. It would be like whenever I kissed Harmon's erection or felt it pushing at my rear as my wrists flailed about weakly. I'd never 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 it. I had one hand free and massaging his balls. As I felt myself cum, I went to let it go, but felt his smooth, shaven legs closed 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 in my skirt and top and rushed 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 trying to wash off the stench of my homosexual encounter before I came out and saw that Karen had 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 those on the flights 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 we that would we be experiencing turbulence shortly. I strapped myself in beside the rest of the crew. My legs subconsciously crossed at the ankles and went to the side as I was trained to do. I then felt the plane shake for a while. I looked at the worried faces of the passengers. While turbulence usually worried me, my recent experiences made me no longer afraid of death. I almost felt as if I'd welcome it. When were allowed to get up, I walked around the cabin and tried to relieve the passengers 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 stretch of turbulence. 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 the best part for me though, because I didn't have time to think about Derek. When I had to sit during the turbulence, that's when thoughts of him 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 telling 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 a pathetic 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 alongside 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 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 just like Harmon had. 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, more masculine and in control. I was on me knees, dainty and at his mercy. I felt beneath him. It was as if the hierarchy on the plane continued in his hotel room. He was the pilot, while I was a lowly stewardess. 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. Derek stepped out of his pants and pushed them aside. I ran my fingertips back up his legs and under his black, satin 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. It was just like it was with Harmon. I kissed it and began to wonder if Derek knew of my training with Harmon. However, that thought left me quickly. Derek then pushed my head into his balls and told me to kiss them. I did so without any hesitation. Then, he said to 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. What I had kept repeating to Harmon was true, I loved cock. I wanted to please my man. I was horrified by this discovery. I felt angry at myself for not being revolted by it. Derek looked down at me and asked, "What's wrong, baby?" "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 then 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 I thought 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 that 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 pretending to be. That mask was gone, and I was exposed to myself. I knew I could no longer run from what made me ashamed of 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 what she had put me through. 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 Quinn 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 glared 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