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This is the 3rd Story in Kerry's tale. It can be read as a stand alone story or as the sequel to Kerry and the Security Check and Kerry and Kate. I do hope you enjoy it and I apologise now for any grammatical errors as I have no proof-reader, just you, but all reviews bad and good are warmly welcomed. I stood up and pushed the office chair back from the desk. As I did so I smoothed the front of my charcoal grey just above the knee length skirt flat. I felt the outline of the front suspender straps through the material. Click, Click, Click, the noise of my three inch high black high heel shoes with a strap around the ankle as they struck the laminated office flooring. A gentle swishing noise as I walked, as the skirts liner was brushed by my natural coloured stockings. I remembered my posture and straightened my back. The weight of the breast enhancers pulled on the frilled pale pink bra straps. The bra, knickers and suspenders all matched, a pale pink, the bra with a simple bow in between its plain smooth cups, the panties and deep suspender belt similarly decorated, Kate's choice, simple but very feminine all hidden from sight under the charcoal grey suit skirt and my pale pink blouse. I reached the lift and pressed the down button with my manicured gel nail extensions, a similar pale pink to my underwear. I waited idly playing with the honey blonde hair that fell in gentle curls to my shoulders, not all my own, extension and not my natural colour either. The lift doors opened and I stepped inside and pressed the ground floor / reception button. The doors closed and the lift began its decent. I never really liked lifts but working on the thirteenth floor left me with little option. I bit my lower lip slightly and felt the taste and glossiness of my lipstick. Pale pink, nothing to adventurous for work, just like the rest of my make up, a little foundation, mascara, and eye shadow. The lift reached the ground floor and with a ping the doors opened. The ping reminded me of the security machines noise at Edinburgh Airport that had detected the metal clasp fasteners of the suspender belt I had been wearing that Friday, only a few weeks ago. A lot had happened since then, a chain of events that had sent me on a roller coaster ride to this my new job as PA to Miss Catherine Wade Director of Mergers and Acquisitions. I stepped out into the cavernous reception area, apart from the receptionist, there was only one person waiting, a man mid fifties sat with his back to me. Click, Click, Click, the noise of the heels echoed around the foyer of the office block. The man obviously heard me coming and turned to look over his shoulder. A smile came across his face and he stood and turned towards me. I stopped in front of him left leg straight, hip slightly push out, my right leg bent, foot slightly angled to the floor. I reached out and very gently shook his extended hand "Mr McInery, welcome I am Miss Wades, PA..." he still held my hand and was looking deeply at me "Pleasure to meet you in person at last Miss Eddington" Since starting only a few days ago most of my time had been spent organising this face to face private meeting. "Please call me Kerry, Mr McInery", "Then you must call me Donald my dear" he said as he bent down to pick up his brief case. I noticed his gaze linger on my legs, the shape of my calf muscles highlighted by the heel of my shoes. He stood up "Lead on my dear" I turned, skirt billowing out slightly with the sudden movement, and headed back towards the lift, this time pressing the up button. Donald followed me. He may have been in his mid fifties, but was checking out the twenty something blonde in front of him. One high heeled foot in front of the other leading to a gentle sway of the hips. Through the pink blouse the faint outline of a bra, and maybe a camisole too. Shoulder length hair gently falling in curls. I turned and faced him once I had entered the lift, and caught him starring. Had he noticed the deep lace tops of my stockings or the gentle ruffled straps of my suspender straps through the material of the skirt as it tightened as I had walked to the lift, I looked down slightly and blushed. Now he was checking out the front, smallish but pert looking breasts. God they still hurt from were the breast forms had been glued on, the redness had gone but they were still sensitive and swollen, if anything it seemed to be worse than last week. The lift doors opened onto the thirteenth floor. Again my heels Click, Click, Click, on the laminate flooring of the corridor that lead down to my office. The full length office block windows made it light and airy and afforded a good view of the Docklands and out across central London on this clear October morning. "Lovely view." Donald said as he followed me, I blushed, something I had recently started doing a lot, and hoped he was referring to the London skyline and not my wiggling bottom. I opened the door into my office, a desk, filing cabinets and a few easy chairs around a low coffee table and a coffee machine in the corner. I held it open as Donald came in then walked across to another door that was slightly ajar. I knocked gently then held it open for Donald again. Miss Catherine Wades office was considerably larger, not only containing an easy seating area, but a round meeting table and off to one side a washroom and toilet. The whole of the team whose task it was to oversee the merger post acquisition of Mr McInery's Caledonian Retail and Leisure Group into our much larger group where present waiting, and as we entered they stood. Hannah Gordold from HR who had been present at my interview that Monday. Early thirty's hair a short dark bob, dressed in a dark blue trouser suit. From marketing and sales Hugo Thorpe-Johnson, early 40's slightly greying and dull, but with a keen business sense. Then there was Caroline Bumstead, poor girl, desperate to marry to get a different surname. Short blonde page boy bob, grey office shift dress, white blouse underneath and black boots. She was seconded from Finance. Finally my boss, Catherine Wade. To me Kate, beautiful Kate, her long flame red hair was down and she wore a simple floral dress and low heels, something more suited to an English country garden rather than a boardroom It had the desired effect on Donald and his smiled widened at the sight of her as he came through the door. Only Kate in that room, indeed anywhere knew that there was more to me that met the eye, my small penis that was tucked firmly away between my legs and held firmly in place by the smooth silky pale pink material of my panties. Until only a fortnight ago she had been my fianc?e. Then I had had the trip from hell back from a secret few days in Scotland, a wrongly checked bag, humiliation at airport security and a missed flight had lead to me returning home a day late, dressed en-femme with breast forms firmly glued in place. A coming together of my head and the shelf in the hallway of our Kensington apartment had lead to Kate's discovery of my secret passion or was it a fetish for cross dressing. That and being made redundant and Kate's fury had lead to this, me feminised and now employed as her PA. Whilst I got a coffee for Donald from my office, Kate introduced the team to him. When I returned with the coffee pot the 5 of them where seated in the informal seating area. I placed the tray down on the low coffee table and noticed the men watch me as I did so. "Of course you've meet Kerry, less of secretary more of my right hand, do you know she's only been here 3 days now, worth her weight in gold, total unique" I blushed at the compliment as I took a seat, carefully brushing my skirt under me and crossed my legs at the ankles so that then men opposite couldn't see up my skirt. Kate opened the informal meeting "Well Donald what can we do for you" He sighed "Well Catherine, I've built this business up over the years, and despite its size it still has the feel of a family business. I visit everywhere at least once sometimes twice a month. The staff know me and I them. I suppose I just want reassurances for them before they get swallowed up in this huge group of yours" he paused and reached forward for his coffee. Kate spoke next "Kerry can you just remind everyone how big a business Caledonian Retail and Leisure is" I brought up the appropriate screen on my Ipad, my pink nails stroking across the flat touch screen and began to reel of the business assets "2 Golf hotels one in Fife near St Andrews, the other near Troon in Ayrshire 2 Airport hotels one in Glasgow the other Edinburgh", I hesitated at that point feeling slightly nauseous, remembering the Caledonian Hotel at Edinburgh Airport and what Mr James the duty manager had done to me. Not even Kate knew. I took a sip of water and continued "1 Health and Fitness Spa Hotel in Roxboroughshire and 3 Country Hotels in and around the highlands one which specialises in weddings. Private gym spa's, Sports stores in all major Scottish Cities. A total of 8 hotels, 7 sports stores and 7 Gym spa complexes." "Thats right lass" he nodded as I finished, "20 years work from one run down hotel near Avimore. Selling the business is right for me, but I also want what is right for my several hundred staff, some who've been with me since the start." He took a sip of his coffee "will you do that Ms Wade" Kate recrossed her legs, the floral dress riding higher up her leg. I knew from that morning when we had got ready for work together that she was wearing the same underwear as me, the same deep lace topped barely there stockings. She had the full attention of the room "Well team can we give Mr McInery what he's looking for? Hannah, are HR going to change their terms and conditions, this isn't a merger its a take over so their T & C aren't guaranteed are they? Hugo do all these assets fit our business model and those that don't can they be marketed or will Caroline's department want to shed them soonest?". The three were silent and Donald looked a little down hearted. "what do you thing Kerry" Kate almost snapped at me, disappointed by the teams lack of performance. "eerrr, well the business looks fine on paper but has anyone gone down to the actual places to see if they are compatible, can savings be made or would it be false economy to bring them entirely into the group, perhaps keep it as a separate division." Donald smiled, "Visiting is no problem, but its no good just turning up with clipboards or fancy ipads and walking around the place" " I quiet agree Donald" said Kate as she stood up, even in her low heels she towered over all of us sat on the low sofa's, her feminine attire and the light coming from behind her, lighting up her red air, focused the room "If we are to get to know the business we need to see it from both sides as the staff and the client" Donald nodded "That wont be a problem, may I suggest you visit as clients before staff, or move around in separate groups" Kate nodded "of course Donald, Kerry here will sort out the details with you, but I think Hugo is keen to check out your Golfing facilities" she smiled and stretched out her hand indicating the meeting was over. I turned slightly in my seat knees to one side and stood up onto the 3 inch heels, almost instinctively smoothing the skirt down, the feel of the suspender straps and lace tops through the cotton skirt. Donald shook Kate's hand and thanked her before following me back out into the outer office. Again the familiar click of heels followed me, as did Donald down the corridor to the lift. My pink nailed index finger pressed the down button and I turned to talk to him, he was looking at my hands, no rings. The lift pinged open behind me and Donald held his arm forwards in a gesture the I should go first. "I hope the meeting was satisfactory Mr McInery" I said as the lift doors closed behind us. "Yes thank you Miss Eddington", he stressed the Miss, so he had checked out my hand for rings " when do you think you'll be able to provide me with an itinerary for your visits so that I can get Lorna at my end to make the appropriate arrangements" Bearing in mind it was Friday afternoon, I knew Kate, sorry Miss Wade was keen to get the merger moving. "Will Monday morning be soon enough" I would now be working most of the weekend but at least that meant I would not get dragged out by Richard, the new neighbour in the down stairs apartment. The lift doors opened on the ground floor and I walked with Donald across the cavernous reception area, the woman behind the desk looked up at the echoing sound of my heels "Monday would be fine Miss Eddington, Miss Wade is right, you are unique. Hard working, intelligent, you put your so called superiors to shame up there. You knew where I was coming from as did Miss Wade. Oh and attractive too" my hand was outstretched to shake his, but he took it and raised it to his lips and gently kissed it "goodbye Kerry". God old smoothy, no wonder he had built up his business with such a loyal staff so quickly I thought as I watched him go out to the waiting car that would take him the short distance to London City airport. I returned to the lift heels clicking on the floor, skirt swishing against my nylon clad thighs, the gentle tug of the ruffled straps of my suspender straps. I held my held high at Donald's complements, my back arched slightly to take the weight of my breasts, which I am sure I imagined took on a slight bounce as I walked. My mind was a whirl already, planning the coming visits, all which needed to be sorted by Monday but also with the strange turn of events of the past fortnight. If, and when would Kate let things return to normal, and if not how long would I go on with this punishment or was it heaven of living out my dreams, to know what it feels like to be a girl. I worked late into the Friday evening, checking diaries, rescheduling meetings and appointments not only for Kate but the rest of the team that would give everyone a fortnight window to carry out the inspection. That would take us till then end of October, with the merger happening on the 1st of January. By 10pm I had reached a convenient place to stop for the evening. Outside rain drops ran down the large panes of glass of the windows making the lights of the city twinkle. Still early by London standards but I didn't fancy taking the tube home, so rang down to reception to arrange a cab. By the time I reached reception, a black cab was waiting outside. I thanked the night-watchman and stepped out through the revolving doors into the wet and blustery night. The wind tugged at my skirt and the chill was instant through the fine denier stockings. I pulled the collar of my red military style coat close and ran as fast as my 3 inch heels allowed the few yards to the waiting cab. Once in the back I gave the driver the address and then sorted out my windswept hair, before searching through my black handbag for my I phone (Kate had even bought a new pink protective case for it) I phoned home for two reasons, firstly to let Kate know how things had progressed and that I was on my way home, but secondly for safety, I was now a lone woman travelling at night and thats why I remained in conversation with Kate all the way across London as the taxi made its way from the Docklands in the East to Kensington in the West passing the familiar tourist attractions of the capital. The cab pulled up at the apartment, I gave the driver a note and indicated that he could keep the change, then open the cab door and stepped out into the fowl night. (The height of a London Black cab certainly made it a more elegant exit than I had managed from the back of Richards Audi the previous weekend.) My heels echoed across the floor as I made my way to the lift, I glanced left towards Richards apartment door. It was now nearly 11pm, I was tired, and hoped he hadn't seen me get out the cab in front of his window. The lift doors opened and I stepped in giving a little sigh. Kate was waiting for me in our apartment. As I took of my coat, hung it up and unbuckled the straps of my high heels, she poured my a glass of wine. She was already changed for bed, the thin cream silk of her nighty clung to her curves, her nipples prominent through the thin material. Her long red hair was down, as ever she looked incredibly sexy, and I wanted her back, which was why I was allowing her to continue with her feminization of me. We chatted until I finished the wine then she kissed me goodnight on the lips and we headed to our separate bedrooms. I unzipped the side zip of the skirt and unfastened the latch at the waste band and let the grey skirt fall to the floor. as I bent over to pick it up and place it on the hanger, the hem of the blouse tickled, the bare skin between the delicate pink panties and the lace stocking tops. Once the skirt was hung up I took the matching Jacket and hung it on the same hanger, placing it in the wardrobe of what had been the spare room but was now my room. Next the blouse came off. After years of cross dressing I had no problem with the buttons being on the wrong side, but it still took time as they were small and fiddly and not helped by the long girly nails I now had. I discarded it on to the bed then unfastened the suspenders from the stockings before rolling each down my now silky smooth legs throwing them onto the bed beside the blouse. I reached behind the small of my back and unclipped the deep girly pink suspender belt and pulled the straps up through my panties. I gently folded this up and placed it into the second draw down of the chest of draws. Once empty it was now filled with pink white and black panties bras slips bodies and suspender belts, all mine. Gently I eased the cups of the bra forward allowing me to remove the breast enhancers before I reached behind my back and unfastened the bra. The relief was instant, the outline of where it had been, marked on my skin. Finally the panties joined the bra on the bed and I was naked at last. Only my small limp penis gave away the fact that my totally smooth hairless body was anything other than female. I turned and looked in the mirror. I needed to start going to the gym again I thought, getting man boobs at my age. I opened the second drawn down again and picked out a pair of plain white panties with just a little lace around each leg and the waist. Then from the third draw down a white cotton nighty, thin straps, lace across the breasts that then fell empire style from beneath the breasts to mid thigh. Once dressed I picked up the clothes from the bed and headed into the bathroom placing them in the wash basket. That done I began the evening routine of removing make up, washing, cleaning teeth and taking the vitamin tablets that Kate insisted were doing me some good, though I couldn't tell. By the time I was in bed it was gone midnight and I drifted into a deep sleep. The alarm woke me with a start at 6:45 am on the Saturday morning. I had a lot to do today and wanted to get it all wrapped up today leaving Sunday free to spend some time with Kate. By 7:30 I was in the kitchen finishing the last of my coffee, a trace of delicate pink lipstick around the rim of the mug. I was dressed slightly more casual today even though I was going into the office. My underwear was simple virginal white, decorated with lace and very pale pink bows. No suspender belt today just hold up stockings, thick black opaques with a laced top. I wore a very sheer white with floral print camisole underneath a plain thin white cotton blouse, with a navy blue tank top over it. My skirt was denim, above the knee with one simple pleat in the front. Black high heeled boots, a bracelet and Kate's love heart locket completed the outfit. Soon I was out the door, down stairs and out into the street, another blustery day but dry. The wind blew brown leaves around my feet and tangled my hair as I made my way to the tube. Normally I would have taken Kate's BMW company car but she was returning it today to get her new car that reflected her position as a Director within the company. I had no idea what she was getting as she was the petrol head in the house, and the one definitely wearing the trousers now. The tube was not as busy as the week day but still busy as I began the now familiar commute across London dressed as a pretty young woman, attracting the occasional glances from fellow commuters, thankfully for the right reasons - and not the bloke in a dress! It was just before 9am when I got to the Office block. Being a weekend there was no receptionist, just a security man, who despite the swipe card system insisted I signed in (for health and safety incase there was a fire miss! ) I glanced down the list, only five people in today, the only name I recognised was that of Clifton Spencer - HR Director, who had been present at my interview. Having signed in I made my way to the lift, the lecherous stare of the security man followed me to it. The doors opened and I pressed the button for the 13th floor. Once in the office I flashed up the computer and the coffee machine then took of my red coat and hung it up, along with my handbag. I glanced down briefly. Damn the zip of the boot had snagged and laddered the stocking leaving a hole that had began to run. I went back over to my bag and took out a new packet of black opaque stockings. If this had been during the week, or if I had been wearing tights I would have retired to the toilets, but with only 5 other people in the building what the heck. I sat on the edge of the desk and unzipped then slipped of the boot. I reached up under my skirt a peeled away the elastic hold up away from the skin and rolled it down my leg, then tossed it into the waste bin. Taking the new identical stocking, I rolled it into a donut shape then dipped my pink painted toenailed toes into the hoop and began to gentle roll and smooth the thick denier opaque stocking up my smooth leg. I hitched my skirt up a little and finished unrolling the stocking, taking care to make sure this elastic bands that held it up was smooth against the skin and none of the lace top was trapped. I let my skirt fall back into place then replace the boot and gently eased the zipper up, careful not to snag the stocking as I did so. As I had performed the change, my long honey blonde hair had fallen forwards and it was only now as I stood up from the desk and brushed it back did I see Clifton Spencer standing in the office doorway. He stepped forward giving the door a little tap as he did so, that it closed almost silently behind him. I had no idea of how long he had been standing there, but he would have certainly had a perfect view of me as I changed. My worse thoughts were confirmed as he stepped even closer, the large bulge in his trousers evident. I blushed deeply, my checks feeling like they were on fire "Morning Kerry, just popped in to see how you had settled in, saw you were in when I popped down to reception" I stammered back "fine thank you" and attempted to move to the other side of desk. He placed his hand on my shoulder to stop me "Just one thing my dear, my staff tell me they've had some problems with your details" My heart began to pound faster "Your National Insurance number it must be wrong must be missing a digit or something" "oh really" was all I could say, "yet when they do a name search it only comes up with several Mister Kerry Eddingtons, no Misses, funny that" I felt the pressure of his hand on my shoulder increase, pressing the strap of my bra and camisole into the skin. "From what I saw just now you are obviously a Miss, and a rather sexy one too!" He placed his other hand firmly on my other shoulder, I bent my knees slightly to relieve the pressure, but he continued forcing me further down. "I am sure you know what to do to make this all go away" he said and applied more pressure forcing me down on one knee, my skirt riding up my thigh. I knew what he wanted, I looked up pleading, he smiled down at me, removed one hand from my shoulder and started to unbuckle his belt. With all my strength I slammed my fist into his groin. He yelped and bent double, releasing his grip on me. I struggled to my feet and ran for the door, pulled it open and fled down the corridor, past the lift to the fire exit and down the stairs to accounts where I knew 4 women were working today. I wave of nausea came over me and I rushed into the toilet. The memory of the Edinburgh Airport Caledonian, the same pressure on my shoulders as Mr James the duty manager had forced his cock into my mouth, holding my hair painfully tight as he had fucked my mouth until he came. I began to retch, and retch again at the memory, by now on my knees holding the toilet. I felt a gentle feminine hand on my shoulder "Are you ok dear" I looked over my shoulder, my eyes watering, I knew my mascara had run, for it marked the back of my hand as I wiped away the tears. The woman was mid 30's with a plain but friendly face, little or no make up and with mouse brown hair. "Just came over a little nauseous on the stairs" I said "Yes we heard the door bang, but don't worry I was ill all the time with my first, give it a week or too and it should stop" Oh god she thought I was pregnant, I just nodded as she helped me to my feet. "You should really be using the lift, not the stairs you know" she chided, "lets get you tidied up dear, I presume all your makeup is in your office I'll come up with you to make sure your OK, but we'll use the lift this time" I went over to the wash basins and washed my face as best as I could then followed the lady out into the corridor to the lifts. I felt very apprehensive as the doors of the lift opened up onto the thirteenth floor. Our heels clicked in tandem down the corridor to my office, of Clifton Spencer there was no sign. I retrieved my handbag from the desk and went through to Kate's office to use her washroom. The woman from accounts stayed and chatted to me whilst I reapplied my make up, then when she convinced my bout of "morning sickness" was over left to go back down stairs. I shut the door after her and turned the key in the lock. I didn't want Mr Spencer to return, though I doubt he would as I suspect my punch to the groin had somewhat dampened his ardour. I went back to my desk, smoothed the denim skirt under me as I sat, and began the complex arrangements for the visit to Scotland, my delicate pink painted fingernails darting around the keyboard. At Kate's insistence although the team would split to get the task completed more quickly, I would accompany her to collate reports and allow Kate to work out the office still. The morning flew by as I arranged flights and hire cars and at 1pm the phone rang causing me to jump slightly. Tentatively I picked it up expecting it to be Clifton, to my relief it was the jobs worth down in security. "Hello miss, Security here some flowers down at reception for you can you collect them" he didn't even let me reply before he put the phone down. Flowers, presumably from Clifton. I locked the computer and stood up, brushing my denim skirt flat. Having unlocked the door I made my way down the corridor to the lift. It felt strange being in a deserted office, so quiet, just hum of the lift as it rose to the thirteenth floor. My stomach gave its usual whirl as the lift started its drop down to the ground floor and reception. The security man's gaze didn't falter as he watched me or rather my breasts come across from the lift to the desk. He reached under the counter and produced the flowers. I gave out a little involuntary gasp. To call them flowers was an understatement, it was a massive bouquet. I thanked the security man and took the flowers from him and returned to the lift. I could feel his eyes boring into me. What was it with men, in the space of a fortnight I had endured one attempt and one actual sexual assault, just for looking feminine. Once back in the office I again locked the door and took the flowers through to Kate's office and placed them in some water in the wash basin. I removed the hand written envelope, my hand shaking as I did so and went over to Kate's seating area. Slowly I opened the good quality envelope and removed the thick sheet of paper. It was beautifully hand written, with Clifton's signature at the bottom. "Miss Eddington, please except my most profound and deepest apologises for my actions this morning. The sight of you changing your stockings so public should not have given me the right to act in such an ungentlemanly manner as I did, for which I am truly sorry and deeply embarrassed. Please except these flowers as a token of my regret and I would like to consider the matter closed. Yours Clifton Spencer" Slowly I ripped the paper up into small pieces, yes the matter was over, but slightly reviled that he thought flowers made it excusable, what if he had had his way, then what to buy my silence I went back into my office and discarded the bits of paper into the bid then turned my attentions back to the planning. Hugo would be a little disappointed that he didn't get to visit both the Golf hotels, but given my experiences I did not want either Caroline or Hannah let alone Kate and I to have to work with Mr James at the Edinburgh Airport Caledonian Hotel. By 9pm it was finished and I emailed the itineraries and hotel booking requests to Lorna, Mr McInery's PA. That Wednesday Kate and I would fly into Edinburgh Airport collect a hire car and that afternoon visit the gym / spa and sports store in Edinburgh before driving south to the Borders and spend 3 nights at the Health / sport Spa in Roxboroughshire. Then a long drive north via the Glasgow gym and sport store to Fort William Country Hotel for another 3 nights then a drive up the Great Glen to Inverness airport to fly back down south to be back in the Office by the following Wednesday. The others would have a slightly less hectic time and be back in London on the Friday evening. Again I rang down to reception to book a cab, there was no answer, obviously out patrolling or what ever he did all night. I closed the computer down, locked up the office and went down the corridor to the lift. I was hoping to either call a cab from reception or catch one outside but being a Saturday evening the business part of the city was quiet. The chill autumn air blew at my hair and around the small gab between top of boot and the bottom hem of my long coat, chilling my knees through the 100 Denier opaque stockings. Just the sound of the occasional car broke the echoing sound of my heels striking the pavement as I made my way towards the nearest Docklands Light Railway Station. I felt a slight relief as I entered the brightly lit station, and began fumbling for my pass to go through the barrier, but it was short lived as once on the platform there was only me, a man slightly worse for wear with drink and a group of youths probably 18-23 at the most. They began wolf whistling as I entered the platform with lewd comments such as "want some head darling" or "want your holes filling love" Carefully I turned my back on them and moved further down the platform to the lone man, and the CCTV camera that I could see. It felt like hours but was probably only minutes but the wait for the train seemed interminable. I glanced in the carriages as it pulled into the station, picking the busiest I could find. I was now happy with my new look confident that I could carry it off, but did not want to carry it off that well that it landed me into trouble. Thankfully the group of young men got into the next carriage but even as we headed into central London their singing and swearing could be heard above the noise of the train. When it stopped in central London I got off as quickly as I could and took the escalator to ground level and out into the bustling London Saturday Night life to hail a black cab to complete the journey back to Kensington in more safety. I arrived home near 11pm, the apartment in darkness, no sign of Kate. I glanced through the door of what had once been our bedroom, discarded clothes on the bed, a laddered stocking laying on the floor. I toyed with the idea of a glass of wine, god knows after todays events I could do with one, instead I headed straight for bed. Once in my new room, I removed the high heeled boots and took them to the wardrobe. Whilst still standing I unzipped the denim skirt and let if fall to the floor. I sat on the bed edge to remove my tank top, blouse camisole and finally the bra. I gently rubbed around my chest, where it had dug in during the day and was a little surprised to find my nipples growing and hardening to my touch. Finally the stockings and plain white panties and I was naked. Hurriedly I stood and went to the draw containing my night wear, a long black nighty with lace around the breasts and thin spaghetti straps was the one I selected. I gave a little shiver as the cold material slithered down my warm body as I pulled it over my head. Having been to the bathroom to remove my make up etc I headed to bed. Sleep was a long time coming, the events of the last fortnight, todays and those at the Edinburgh Airport Caledonian haunted me as I also wondered where Kate was. It was the noise of the wind and rain that woke me the next morning. I rolled over in bed and heard the silky black material of my nighty swish as I did so. The clock said 10am, god I was always so tired these days. I was relieved to hear Kate moving around the flat already. I slipped the old black silk dressing gown on and headed into the living room then Kitchen. Kate was already dressed, very plain, jeans and jumper. She stopped what she was doing turned and came over and gave me a full kiss on the lips. For what felt like the first time in a long time I felt something stiffen against the black silky material of the nighty. "Morning sleepy head. All finished then - I've booked us a table at Hunters for 1pm" I nodded and poured myself a coffee. "Late night" I asked but got no reply as she returned her attentions to the ironing "we need a maid now we're both working" she giggled over her shoulder as I headed for the bathroom. I froze a shiver went down my spine, excitement or wondering what other humiliations my ex fiancee had in store "only joking Kerry unless your volunteering" I shook my head and quickly shut the bathroom door. It was approaching lunch time by the time I had washed and styled my hair into it gentle curls, applied my make up and nail varnish then got dressed. Black lacy panties and bra, which I later regretted as the bra cups rubbed painfully against my still swollen and still swelling nipples. A plain black slip that came to mid thigh then a plum turtle neck thin cotton jumper, over which I wore a low fronted, short sleeved black and plum swirl dress. Plum coloured opaque hold ups with deep lace welts and my black boots completed the outfit along with some cheap costume jewellery. With brollies in hand, hat scarf and gloves we both headed out into the wet windy Sunday weather for the short walk to Hunters. It was a popular little place especially on a Sunday and I was surprised Kate had managed to book a table at such short notice, but she merely said it was a last minute cancelation. We folded the brollies and went in through the slightly steamed up glass doors into the entrance foyer. A young lad took our umbrella?s coats and scarfs into a small cloakroom then asked what name. Kate replied Wade and the young lad recognised it as the table that had been cancelled only this morning. ? Your lucky ladies? he said as he lead us back down the long thin restaurant area and out into a conservatory that overlooked the small garden area. ?We?ve had a lot more calls after yours, guess you timed it just right Miss Wade? In the corner was a round table laid out for three people. The young lad politely held the chairs back in turn for both Kate and I to sit down, backs to the garden and looking inwards to the restaurant. He left 3 menu?s and took the drinks order then left us. I examined the menu, finger subconsciously playing with a curl of hair near my right ear ?Must be busy they forgot to clear the third place setting? I said not looking up from the menu. ?Oh didn?t I tell you were being joined? said Kate a mischievous grin across her face. My look must have been like thunder ?Richard?? was all I said fearing that she had invited our new neighbour. She didn?t have time to explain for at that moment I heard a voice that put shear panic into me ?Oh My God look at you Kerry - your - your lovely? Coming across the floor arms outstretched was my sister. Her arms wrapped around me and she kissed me on the check, before pulling back to examine my face in more detail. ?If Kate hadn?t told me I wouldn?t have recognised you? Under the make up I could feel my checks start to burn, both with anger at Kate for publicly humiliating me like this in front of my sister (the only close living relative I had) and with embarrassment. The only saving grace was that to the other tables we probably looked like 3 old friends meeting up after a long time, probably since university. The lad seated my sister and went to fetch the drinks. She was talking to me but I wasn?t listening, her hand was placed on my thigh, resting on the lacy welt of the plum hold up stockings, surely she could feel that through the thin cotton of the dress I thought. I nearly downed the first G and T in one go, but then began to mellow. Kate and my sister were in deep conversation. I watched the rain drops run down the glass of the conservatory, my mind drifting back to that summer holiday when my sister and cousin had forced my into her clothes, the bridesmaid dress and school uniform. They had thought it hilarious to have this life size barbie, but for me it had started a chain of events that was apparently now snowballing out of control. Slowly I joined in the conversation and the afternoon sped by as we ate the three courses and then sat drinking coffee. The heavy rain clouds meant it was already getting dark as we left Hunters. The three of us dashed giggling trying to avoid the puddles, with street lights reflecting from them as we made the short dash to my sisters car. Thankfully Kate in her jeans dived in the back of the Mini Cooper allowing me a more graceful position in the front. Lucy?s arrival from the torrential rain outside was less lady like. Her thin cream dress had ridden up, revealing her natural tan stocking top, the suspender strap visible through the wet material plastered to her thigh. ?Just as well were all girls she giggled as she wriggled in the leather seat and pulled the skirt of her dress further down. Lucy drove us the short distance to the apartment in Kensington, I gave her the code we need for the underground parking. As we drove in to the dim garage the headlights swept around the concreted walls as she made her way to our designated space and parked beside Kate?s brand new silver grey Audi RS6 Avant company car. We all piled out of Lucy?s Mini and headed to the lift, she was completely soaked having no coat with her and no umbrella having discarded ours after it turned inside out. Once in the apartment she headed into Kate?s room and stripped off completely. She returned to the living room towelling her hair dressed in one of Kate?s silk robes. It was pulled tightly around her and her nipples showed clearly through the thin cream silk. She sat down on the sofa and pulled her legs up ?Just as well am staying the night, might have dried out by then? she said. The rest of the evening was spent talking, listening to music and at my sisters request an examination of my wardrobe, including the undies draw which she seemed to take great delight in pulling out and holding up every item and declaring how feminine, sexy and pretty it all was, but I was beyond the embarrassed stage now and just joined in with the fun. At 11 o'clock I said goodnight and went to bed. As I lay there in my thin blue silk and lace nighty I heard the giggles of Kate and Lucy as they chatted to each other over another bottle of wine. Just as well Kate's not working tomorrow I thought as I drifted off to sleep. I woke, it was still pitch black and the blurry green digits of the alarm clock came into focus it said 2:30am. I was thirsty so got up and went through to the Kitchen area. The curtains in the living area were open and the room was illuminated by the street lights below and the big full moon in the clear sky now that the storm had past. Clothes lay discarded on the floor and sofa, Kate's jeans and the cream silk robe that Lucy had been wearing lay over the back of the sofa bed, of Lucy there was no sign. I noticed Kate's door was slightly ajar and I crept towards it and peered in through to the moon lit bedroom. What I saw took my breath away. The duvet was thrown back and their entwined bodies still glisten with perspiration. Kate?s red hair was stuck to her forehead, whilst my sisters left nipple was showing hard and firm on her young pert breasts. The floor was covered with more discarded clothes and what I knew to be Kate?s rampant rabbit sex toy. Slowly I backed away, to the Kitchen area and turned the tap on to refill my water glass. For the first time in ages I felt a stirring in my loins and could feel the thin blue silk that fell from my bust tent slightly as my small man hood became harder. I returned to my room and lay there mind a whirl at the though of my ex fiancee and my sister in the throws of passion. Not only had Kate humiliated me today in front of my sister but she had taken her as her lover as well. That Monday morning I awoke again, just minutes before the alarm was due to go off. I switched it off and went to the bathroom to begin my routine of shave shower and shampoo, though I noticed I was not having to shave as often these days. As I showered I noticed that my nipples were still red from the chaffing of the black lace bra I had warn the previous day and I made a mental note never to wash my delicates without fabric conditioner again. Once back in my room I went to my underwear draw and selected a black satin bra brief and suspender set that had been left on top of the pile following my sisters rummaging last night. The bra was slightly padded and decorated with tiny red rose bud details as were the briefs and the matching suspender belt too. Sat on the edge of the bed I rolled up a new pair of black stockings with plain tops and attached them to the suspender straps that dangled through the leg holes of my panties. I walked across to the wardrobe and pulled out a simple black dress. Using the nail scissors I removed the price label and then slipped it on over my head. It had a silky slip sewn into it and I had to wriggle to get it down over my enhanced breasts. I bent and smoothed the dress down, then stood up to look in the mirror as I reached behind me and pulled the back zipper fully up. The dress was sleeveless and had a scalloped neck and hung smooth from my shoulders down to just below the knee, so not much chance of an accidental flash of stocking top. A simple thin lime green edging to the neck line was the only real detail which was why I selected a similar coloured cardigan from the wardrobe. Then the T strapped black high heels that I wore to work most days. As I stood up from fastening the little silver buckles I looked at my self in the mirror checking my appearance. I gave my hair a little ruffle as I did so and once happy with the look went out into the living area. Standing in the doorway of Kate?s room was Lucy, naked apart from a small white lace thong, I tried to evert my gaze from her as after all I was her brother still. She let out a little wolf whistle as I headed to the hallway to get my coat and bag and placed her arm across the hall blocking my path ?Morning. My big brother is sure looking hot today for the office? she teased as she stepped in front of me then embraced me. Her pert breast rubbed against my own bust as she kissed me slowly on each check. Her right hand explored my back tracking the straps of the bra beneath my dress her left explored my buttocks and thighs her hand lingering as she felt the suspender straps through the material of the dress. ?Stockings and Suspenders today?? she teased again as she pulled away and stepped aside to let me through. ?Have fun today? she said as she blew a kiss ?because we will" she added as she went back into the bedroom. My sisters words haunted me for most of the day. In my head a vision of the two beautiful girls bodies entwined making love - quiet simply I was jealous of my sister and the fact that she had seemingly added to my humiliation as Kate had taken her as her lover. Thankfully the day was quiet with Kate out of the office, the itinaries for the visit to Scotland along with travel details hotel and hire car bookings handed out meant that all was squared away by 4pm so I decided to leave early to beat the rush hour. I gathered up my bag and placed the company MacBook into a computer bag. Then went and collected my red military style coat from the coat rack. With the office locked up I headed to the lift, heels clicking on the flooring. No one looked up from the open plan office area, the sound was so familiar with so many women working on this floor. By the time I was approaching the station a light drizzle had set in and I increased my stride as much as the tight skirt of the dress allowed me too. The tube was intitially quiet but as we approached cental London and headed out further to the west it became busier. I sat head down, knees inwards lost in my own little world as the carriage rocked from side to side. By now the carriage was full, and although I had two stops to go I decided to stand an slowly ease my way through the crowd closer to the door. I was now stood, the press of bodies against me, all men, even in my 3 inch heels I felt small intimedated even vulnerable, how many of them were looking at me and having the same thoughts as Clifton, how many were stripping me of my clothes with their eyes. The train pulled into the station and I squuezed through the last few bodies and the incoming wave of people to exit from the train. I let the crowd rush ahead of me and started a slow walk home not knowing what to expect. I stepped carfully around the puddles, the drizzle soaking through the thin denier of my stockings chilling my legs. Despite the coat I was cold and I realized that a thin dress was little protection from the elements. 10 minutes latter and I was home back in the deserted appartment. I went to the bathroom and turned on the taps, before going to my room and stripping of my clothes and underwear down to just the black satin panties. The bathroom was full of steam from the hot bath. Now naked I stepped in the hot water tingled my chilled legs as I sank deeper into the sweet smelling bubbles. I relaxed in the bath, my mind going over the arrangements, and what I would need to pack tommorrow for a week away. Underwear shoes dresses make up jewelry the list seemed to go on and on. Thankfully I was off work tommorrow so at least I could pack slow time to make sure I hadn?t forgotten anything. The bath began to chill after about half an hour so I got out and wrapped a big fluffy white towel around myself and went back to me room. Once dry I put on a pair of white panties and a simple T shirt bra. A plain white cotton top then some thick black opagues tights and the denim skirt I had worn over the weekend. Nothing spectacular but at least I was warm and comfortable. I heard the front door open then close. Only one set of foot steps so at least Kate was alone. I headed outinto the living area to greet her whilst fastening a love heart locket behind the back of my neck. ?Hi Kerry, your home early? she said as she came in. She looked stunning, her hair had been restyled and was slightly shorter than before but still fell in waves to over her shoulders. Even in jeans and white blouse she was beautifull. She kicked off her black high heels. ?Change of plan for the visit to Scotland, I want to try out my new toy? she said refering to the Audi parked in the basement garage ?We?ll drive up tommorrow spend the night at the Donald McInery?s place then as per your plan honey, I cancelled the flight and hire cars? So much for a relaxing evening and slow pack tommorrow then. After dinner we each went to our own rooms and began the slow process of selecting outfits and accesories for the week away. Business wear, something to wear for some leisure time, and evening wear as all the non airport hotels had a dress code for the resteraunts. Having packed it all into 2 suit cases and a vanity case I went to bed. Next morning was an early start, the journey was going to take about 8- 10 hours depending on traffic and the McInerys were expecting us late afternoon. That long in a car made me pick something comfortable to wear. A pair of black cotton panties and a smooth cup padded black bra, simple with no detail. Then remembering yesterdays chill, and the fact we were heading north a simply black camisole top, with lace across the busoom. Then a new thick pair of brown opaque tights which took the usual little war dance around the bedroom to pull up to waist height. The material constrictiing my calf and thigh muscles as I did so. Then the same simple brown rollneck and short pleated brown check skirt that I had been wearing the day I met Richard for the first time. I wrapped it around me and secured it at the side with a double knot then lifted it to pull the loose material of the top through the waist band so that it was taught. I let it fall back down again. It was short, mid thigh, certainly to short if I had been driving but ok as a passenger. My brown boots with 3 inch heel came next, and I was carefull with the side zipper as I pulled it up further constricing my calve muscles. I fastened some cheap costume jewelry around my neck and looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. Not bad for 5am in the morning I thought. It took 2 trips down to the basement garage to load the luggage into the car, 2 suitcases each, vanity case and handbags. Soon we were heading out of London, up the M1. The traffic at that time of the morning was still comparitively light, though busier in the opposite direction, but as the morning rush hour began the traffic increased as Kate drove us northwards. Soon there were the usual roadworks that slowed traffic to a crawl and where the M1 joins the A1 traffic came to a complete stand still because of an accident. We sat in silence listening to the radio and I was aware that from the high cab of the lorry stopped beside us the driver was looking down into the car at me in my boots and short skirt. I twisted slightly in my seat but this only afforded him a glimse of even more leg as the split in the skirts side opened as I moved. I hurridly covered myself back up ?Stop flirting Kerry? said Kate with a cheeky grin. ?Me flirting, thats rich coming from you -you slept with my sister the other night? Her smile widened at that comment and then she said something I had not suspected at all ?That wasn?t flirting, we?ve been lovers since our first year in university, still were even when we were engaged to be married? I sat there open mouthed as she continued ?although your sister introduced us did you never think it was funny she was always ?just leaving? everytime we met" I sat in stuned silence for nearl half an hour grappling with this new information, especially the bit that even though engaged and sexually active, Kate had felt the need for a lesbian relationship with my own sister. The traffic began to move again slowly at first as the traffic crawled past the accident. Once clear our speed increased but it was stop start as truck after truck pulled into the outside lane of the dual carriageway. It gradually became apparent that the time Donald was expecting us was wrong. I rang him as we past the Angel of the North to say we still had about 2 and an half hours to go before we reached his home on the outskirts of Edinburgh. The sat nav was acurate on its time and we were several hours late as the Audi came to a halt on the gravel driveway outside Donalds home, a 17th Century Scottish Tower Castle. With my coat in the boot of the car the cold wind quickly chilled me through the thin cotton jumper and the tights I was wearing. Donald came down the steps to great us. He kissed Kate on the check and came around the car and gave me a short embrase and kiss. He held his arm out in the direction of the stairs indicating we should head inside, guiding me to the door of the castle his hand lingering on my back on my bra fastener. Once inside he introduced us to his wife, who to my surprise was much younger, early 40?s and very well dressed in what looked to be a very expensive cocktail dress. As we made small talk in the entrance hall with Donald and Claire his wife, a young man appeared with some of our suitcases. He was probably 19 maybe 20 and looked awkward as what to do when Donald introduced him as his son, in the end he shook hands with Kate and myself whislt blushing prefusly, obviously not acustomed to ?female? company. Claire apologised but dinner was nearly ready, but that cook could delay it if we wished to freshen up. As we were both smarlty dressed, Kate in a grey wrap dress and me in my brown outfit we both declined the offer and Claire led us into the Dinning Room. A grand affair, with and old feel to it That night we dinned on fresh Scottish sea food, fine wine with coffee and after dinner a fine Malt in the sitting room. As we chatted Donald to empasise some point placed his hand on my leg just above the knee. The conversation moved on but his had lingered gradually moving slowly up to the hem of my short brown skirt. His wife seemed oblivious to this and his son seemed bosotted by Kate?s beauty. She gave me a checky grin as Donalds finger tips disappeared beneath the material of my skirt. I moved slighty on the sofa sitting more upright and placed my hands in my lap holding the glass of malt thus preventing Donalds hands roaming any further but without insulting our host. It was already 1 am by the time Claire led Kate and myself up the grand spiral staircase to the third floor on which the guest bedrooms where situated. The cases already waited us in our rooms. Mine slightly less grand than Kates to reflect my position as her subordinate. The rain hammered on the narrow window and I quickly washed,removed my clothes, slipping on the thin deep purple night dress and dived under the duvet, wishing that Kate would at least allow me to wear some thicker feminine style pj?s. That morning I awoke at 7am and having showered and shaved my body in the ajoining ensuit I got dressed. The weather outside looked decidedly wintery, low grey clouds blew quickly past the window. I selected a simple white body with decorative lace around the legs and across the bust from my suitcase, then some fine denier natural hold ups with deep lace trim. Over the body I pulled a pretty white cotton camisole with ruffled pink straps and pink rosebud and bow inbetween the cups. A simple thick white blouse with came next then a grey A line skirt with a large outline of a flower embroided on it. Finally a pink scarf around my neck then the black patent t-bar high heels. I brushed and gently curled my hair so that it feel in waves to my shoulders then applied a little to much make up. My aim was not to look too threatening or business like on our visit to the various parts of Donalds business. Having breakfasted we loaded the luggage back into Kates car then as we had agreed the previous evening to save time and duplication Kate would visit the Edinburgh Sports store whilst I Donald and his son, both of whom were already dressed in sports clothes would visit the CalFit gym, thus allowing us more time at the Hotel Spa. I sat in the back of Donalds Jaguar and was somewhat suprised when his son jumped in the driving seat and Donald joined me in the back of the car. We chatted in the back about the business as a whole and the CalFit gyms in particular as his son drove us through the deminishing rush hour traffic. As we neared the city center and made our way along Princess Street and past the Castle the conversation turned towards the sights of the city. Donald leaned across me to point up a the Castle when he leaned back his right hand rested on my left thigh. Surely he could feel the lace stocking top through the material of my skirt. I sat very still and gazed out the window taking in the sights as we made our way to Holyrod not far from the Scotish parliament building where the CalFit gym was located. Whilst his son parked the car Donald took me inside and introduced me to the gym?s manager, similar age to myself and even for his job extremely athletic looking. Donald explained that Fraser had once played Rugby for Scotland before an injury had forced him to quit. Fraser looked down and smiled as he shook my hand, even in my 3 inch high heels he towered over me and must have been at least 6?3?. Introductions over, Donald said his goodbyes and headed off to the gym leaving me to follow Fraser on a quick tour of the gym. The unusual sound of my heels clicking, rather than the muffled thump of training shoes caused those people exercising to look up at me as they exercised, the women only breifly but the gazes of the men seemed longer and more predatory. Tour over we headed to Frasers small office and started to discuss the business. He was certainly well prepared and furnished me with most of the facts figures and minute details that I knew Kate would want to know about CalFit. Then Fraser let me borrow his office whilst I talked to several members of staff. I was getting use to it but it still seemed odd that most of the men I talked to talked back to my small breasts, yet the women seemed to stare looking for a fault in your appearance. As arranged at 2pm Kate picked me up in her Audi and we headed south out of Edinburgh towards Kelso in Roxboroughshire. It was 3:30pm as we made our way through the quiant cobbled streets of the town and crossed the river Tweed. On the opposite bank to the impressive Floors Castle (realy a rather grand stately home) was the exclusive Hotel and Country Spa. Along drive through a wooded area led to the Hotel. The trees opened up to reveal a red sandstones Scottish Castle similar to Donalds, but larger, much larger. The broucher said it had 40 rooms, boasted spa swimming pool, tennis courts, golf course and stables. Having parked the car we made our way through an archway into the main reception area. A small red headed girl was behind reception. Her outfit was identical to the one I had had to wear during my brief stay at the Caledonian (Edinburgh Airport) Hotel, thin white blouse, kilt and waistcoat, though I doubt she had on the lacy lingerie supenders and stockings that I had worn that day. I felt a wave of naesea overcome me as I remember the assault. Kate was booking us in so I sat down and took in as deep a breaths as the constrictive ?bodyshaping? white body would allow. Once checked in we were escorted up a large spiral staircase towards our rooms. We reached mine first. A large room ensuite that was beautifully appointed and overlooked the formal gardens to the rear of the hotel. Next door was Kates room, it made mine look like a travel lodge in comparrison. Almost twice the size, with a huge four posterbed and french windows which lead onto a balcony. Part of the room was curved, the castle turret and into this area had been built the ensuite, almost the same size as my room ! We stayed in Kates room moving back out of the bedroom area into the sitting area of the suite. 5 minutes latter a man knocked on the door, handed Kate back her car keys then brought in Kates suitecases and several CalSport shopping bags. I waited till she closed the door behind him. ?Been shopping have we ??, knowing fine well that was one of her favourite pastimes ?Well seems a waste to not use the facilities! Bet you havn?t packed anything sporty for our stay here have you? she said knowing exactly what I had clothes wise. My case was full of skirts dresses heels and lingerie - certainly no sportswear. ?Now grab us some towels and lets go exploring? she said as she picked up one of the CalSport bags. We headed back down the the large spiral staircase to reception then took a further flight of stairs off the main reception area down into what had one been the vaults of the castle. The ceiling comprised of several stone arches and although the walls were bare stone the lighting reflecting of the marbled floor gave it a surprising warmth. At the end were 2 doors, Kate took the left one, I hesitated the sign was quiet clear LADIES CHANGING ROOM. Kate saw me hesitate. ?Do you want to go next door? she teased but I followed her in, apart from our shopping expedition I had not changed in such a public space before. The smell of chlorine from the pool filled the changing area as we went in. Several cubicals, including 2 large disabled/family changing ones were around the edge of the room, in the center of which was a group of sinks, and mirrors with expensive soaps, conditioner and shampoos aranged on the shelfs under the mirrors. ?Come on? said Kate and headed into one of the larger cubicals. We were the only two people changing. As instructed by Kate I began to undress. I unzipped the grey A line skirt and stepped out of it and placed it on the bench, then unfastened the blouse and placed it also on the bench. I sat down and removed a shoe then a stocking, then did the same for the other leg. Finally I slipped of the cami top and stood there dressed only in the white bodyshaping body waiting for Kate to undress. Only when she was completely naked our bodies brushing close together in the confines of the cubical did she reach into the CalSport bag and pull out a small red bikini ?I cant wear that? I said in hushed tones as she dangled it in front of me ?Just its well its mine then? she teased and slipped on the bikini bottoms. The bra was just big enough to contain her large breasts. I stood there feeling a little foolish and somewhat uneasy in the changing room as she tied the neck strap then pulled her long red hair into a ponytail. ?Well get undressed silly? she said, slowly I slipped the straps off my shouders and removed, the breast enhancers from the cups before wiggling the tight clingy material down my torso, over my hips then stepped out of it and placed it with my other clothes on the bench ?Now lets see what we can find you? Kate said as she appeared to rumage through the CalSport bag she teased me with the odd ?oh? and ?ah? as I stood naked before her until she pulled a swimming costume out of the bag. I almost snatched it off her in my desire to get some clothes on and hide my maleness. If the body had been clingy this seemed vertually impossible to get on, and felt heavy as I pulled it up my torso. The reason soon became apparent the cups of the costume were filled, Kate said it was designed for women who had had a masectomy. I slipped the straps on and adjusted the forms slightly to lie flat against my skin. We gathered up our clothes placed them in a locker. It was then that I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The swimming costume was black with electric blue panels down the side which highlighted the size of bust and hips and thinned the waist, Kate had not only helped put my hair up in a ponytail but also helped tuck away any bulges prior to leaving the cubical. Nervously I followed Kate through into the pool which was under ground level its glass roof flat with the surface so as not to spoil the view of the castle. Thankfully the other two occupants of the pool both women in their 50?s paid no attention to us as we waded in the shallow end until it was deep enough to swim. The already tight costume became tighter as it became wet. It was t