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Maggie Mae - Continued by Kelly Newman Giles woke the next morning feeling awful. He could tell from the time - 9:30 a.m. - that Portia would long since have gone to work. Giles felt bloated and sick. This was far worse than any usual hangover. Even worse was the raging desire he had suppressed for days for a good fuck. From a man, preferably one with powerful muscles and a big cock. Almost in tears, Giles pulled down his pyjamas, grasped his small but clearly stiff cock and started to masturbate, slowly at first but as his boiling frustration took over, and his attempts to imagine a woman, any woman, were replaced with images of hunky men, more and more vigorously. A strange thing was happening, Giles could feel next to nothing in his cock. Yes, it was stiff but it also felt numb, and yet his nipples were erect. Giles continued yanking and yanking when suddenly with a slight tearing sound, Giles' penis simply came away in his hand and certainly not in the usual way. For a moment, Giles sat staring in silence at the penis in his hand that looked like nothing so much as a small sausage. Giles felt no pain and there was no blood, in fact he felt nothing. It was when his scrotum simply fell off that he screamed, the full blooded scream of a terrified woman. Giles struggled out of bed and into the bathroom. Just in time because he was suddenly overcome with a desire to be sick, which he did violently and repeatedly into the toilet. Giles could not believe he was being so sick that teeth seemed to be falling out of his mouth. Holding onto the sink, Giles raised his head to look in the mirror above it. In shock he realised that some of his teeth had indeed fallen out whilst he had been sick. As his tongue touched the remaining teeth, these too fell out. Giles stood at the mirror, his toothless mouth gaping open, he was by now in tears and as he blinked through the tears his deep brown eyes changed to a clear blue. Moaning in pain like a cow, he could feel his skeleton shift as his shoulders and waist narrowed with his waist rising, the position of his arms changed so that his forearms splayed out to the sides and his hips grew out slightly but definitely so that they were wider than his shoulders. In an instant he had the frame of a young woman. Then it really started. Giles could feel it building and only had time to whisper: "Help me," like a woman in trouble before falling to the floor. Something made Giles crawl to Portia's bedroom. There in the floor length mirror in Portia's room, Giles could both see and feel the full enormity of what happened next. Giles' body was rippling like that of a boa constrictor swallowing a small mammal. He watched in both fear and fascination as the rippling rippled through his shoulders and down his arms, causing both to swell giving him bingo wings, fatty forearms and chubby hands and fingers. At the same time, he could feel fat advancing down his back. His hitherto androgynous nipples suddenly grew larger in diameter whilst at the same time two breasts advanced and advanced off his chest and took on the stretch mark and sag of middle aged breasts, forcing Giles to lie on his back as they did so. His pot belly pushed outward and down as he lay, complementing an expanding waist. At this point, Giles managed to regain some composure and sat up with his legs apart facing the mirror - he needed to see what was going on down there. As he sat on a growing cushion of fat bottom he watched the ill defined opening where his cock and scrotum had been develop into a bald vagina with slightly protuberant labia before a thick mat of fair pubic hair covered it. At the same time the rippling effect reached Giles' legs, filling first his thighs then his knees, calves, even his ankles and feet with fat. For a moment it seemed to stop, leaving a panting, toothless, Giles staring at his new/old fat female body in the mirror. Then it started again. Giles could feel it and he knew what was coming. Rolling onto all fours, he crawled closer to the mirror and kneeled in front of it. With his mouth still agape, Giles watched as his hair became finer and went from sandy to blonde to silver and grew long past his shoulders. His face first seemed to pinch in leaving him with a weak, feminine lower jaw but with a cutely pointed chin and pronounced cheekbones, whilst his nose became smaller with a slightly hooked end, and his now strikingly beautiful blue eyes grew larger. As Giles turned his head from side to side to admire his new nose, he watched as any traces of a masculine forehead he had left disappeared to be replaced with the smooth forehead of a woman, whilst his eyebrows turned a light caramel colour and seemed to rise and his hairline come forward. Any trace of a masculine Adam's apple was gone. Miraculously quickly a new set of dainty teeth grew in place to replace the ones Giles had lost. Giles smiled at the new face in the mirror. However, he only had a moment to marvel that he now had the face of a beautiful young woman, albeit one with long silver hair, before the changes took a new direction. Giles was just able to cry: "No!" before lines appeared on his forehead and crow's feet appeared at his eyes. Then his face puffed slightly with fat and he grew a double chin. It was done. Giles had Maggie's body. And it was heavy. Getting off the floor was not as easy as it had been, before or after the change. But Giles remembered the lessons Portia had taught him, which despite Maggie's weight seemed to come easy to his new body. In no time, Giles was prancing around Portia's bedroom. His breasts were a handful but it felt good finally to have his own pair of gorgeous, bouncing mature boobs. Giles could even lick his own nipples, something that touched off a delicious wave of ecstasy. Giles sat on the edge of Portia's bed where he could still see himself in the floor length mirror. It was time to explore the more intimate aspects of this body. And finally get off. Giles, now breathing heavily, opened his crotch with his left hand (interestingly he had been right handed before) whilst fondling his right breast with his right hand. Giles then splayed open his new vagina and inserted a chubby finger. "My God!" he said aloud in a voice that was now much more like Maggie's - without her smoker's rasp or accent, of course, "I'm tighter than a gnat's chuff! And I've got a clit too!". Giles then proceeded to frig himself to a screaming orgasm whilst fondling his breasts, all the while unashamedly imagining himself being fucked by Brad Pitt. The orgasm was like nothing Giles had ever experienced before - it left him weak, emotional and strangely alive. It was time to sort things out. Trouble was he had Maggie's body without any work. So whilst Giles had none of Maggie's leathery exterior, much needed to be done. For a start, Giles needed to shower and shave the downy, feminine hair from his armpits and legs, before trying to get presentable. Once cleaned up, Giles dressed choosing the closest to sexiest underwear he could get. He cantilevered his new boobs into a bra in the way Portia had shown him, pulled on the frilliest pair of granny knickers then put on the big girl jeans Portia had bought him plus the pinkest of the long sleeve tops she had bought. Giles decided for the time being he would simply tie back his hair in a ponytail until he could get it done. On tying back his hair he noticed that even the size and shape of his ears had changed. They were now smaller but with relatively larger earlobes. Standing in front of the mirror, Giles let out a sigh: "Christ, I look like someone's bloody mum, or even their granny! Time for some glamour, methinks!" And with that, Giles slipped on the black stilettos, slipped keys and his credit card into the expensive black Prada handbag Portia had lent him (he had taken the liberty of adding Margaret Robertson as an additional cardholder prior to the change - a keen eyed Giles had spotted Maggie's real name on mail in the hallway of her house). Giles then went out into Kensington looking every inch the mature housewife. And feeling for the first time since he came out of the BioLife pod, really, really happy. Outside was both strange and exhilarating. Giles was used to bestriding his world with an alpha male confidence, smiling at every pretty girl he met, which usually brought a flushed smile back. As Maggie, no one really gave a damn. He was almost invisible, except to women who gave him the slightest smile of recognition as if he was a friend, a sister or a mother, albeit a somewhat dowdy friend, sister or mother. But to Giles this was what he wanted - acceptance as a woman and as a mature woman to boot. The high street was just around the corner from Portia's flat. In no time, Giles found a beauty salon and, without a moment's hesitation, walked in. A somewhat bored looking stick thin blonde receptionist, plastered in makeup, greeted Giles. The words were friendly but her eyes conveyed what she really thought: "Who's this fat old cow?" "Hi, can I help you?" "Y-yes," stammered Giles, "I need my hair doing, please," said he in that mature contralto. "Have you got an appointment, love?" "Er, no, but I was wondering..." "You don't need an appointment, my darling, come right this way," this breezy comment announced the entrance of the chief hairstylist, Denise, who with a flourish grabbed Giles' arm and led him away, getting him a cup of coffee and a robe. Once sorted, Denise sat Giles in a hairdresser's chair in front of a mirror. "What are we doing today, then, my dear?" enquired Denise as she untied Giles' hair and splayed it round his shoulders. "My, my, it does look as though you haven't been to us in a while, doesn't it? Don't tell me, you're recently divorced, aren't you, luvvie?" This last sentence Denise said with her head to one side and an almost maternal look of concern Giles merely nodded, the nervous look in his eyes merely adding to Denise's all too quick judgment that Giles was the victim of a long, loveless marriage recently terminated with Giles' release. "Well, let me tell you, my darling, we're here to fix you and put you where you belong." "I wanna be blonde," blurted Giles, "Thought so, my darling, thought so. Right, let's get to work shall we?" And Denise proceeded to do just that, washing, dying, cutting and styling Giles' hair a lovely golden blonde. Next she handed Giles over to an assistant to shape Giles' eyebrows - on Giles' say so these were plucked almost out of existence. Then both ears were pierced twice with pink studs put in. Giles couldn't resist the temptation to ask for his bikini line to be done - in a cheeky 'Brazilian' style. Then Giles was taken to the nail technician for a pedicure, with Giles' toenails painted a beautiful bronze pink colour, and a manicure, with Giles naturally opting for extensions in a French nail style. All the while, Giles listened as the ladies chatted to him. He was keen to learn their beauty tips and how they spoke and said just enough to convince them he was one of them - a woman ready to start a new life - without really telling them anything. At the end, Giles was returned to Denise who sat Giles in the hairdresser's chair again and the two of them gazed at his reflection in the mirror. "There, now, don't you look better, my darling? You're a real looker, you are. Y'know who you remind me of?" said Denise. "No, who?" "Bonnie Tyler." With that Denise and Giles spontaneously burst into song: "I need a her-ro!" they both sung before dissolving into a fit of giggles. Giles then paid up - over a ?100, including shampoo, conditioner and specialist hairbrush - and went back out onto the high street. And on the high street, the looks were changing - women now looked at him as a friend, sister or mother they'd like to have. And Giles was now getting appreciative looks from older men. Young men, of course, still acted like he was invisible. Next stop - a quick sandwich then the MAC shop. Here, Giles managed to get a makeover lesson straightaway as it was a quiet Monday afternoon. Giles had reasoned that his new look required new makeup and he wanted the best so MAC it was. Again he spent over ?100 but it was definitely worth it. Now he had the face of a very attractive mature woman. More men were paying attention now, even some young ones. On returning home late that afternoon, Giles put his makeup purchases in the spare room and the shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom then made himself a coffee which he drank whilst reading the 'Take a Break' magazine he had bought that day (telling himself it was for research purposes but knowing deep down he was fascinated by the stories and found it a comfortable and comforting, easy read). This required Giles to use the reading glasses he had also bought that afternoon. Browsing through the women's magazines in the salon in between treatments, he had discovered he was now long-sighted. Naturally, Giles had bought the most feminine pair of reading glasses he could find and a chain so that they could hang round his neck when he wasn't using them. With breaktime over, Giles set to giving Portia's flat a thorough tidy and clean, spontaneously humming and singing to himself as he did so (where had this singing voice come from? he wondered). Giles then cooked a meal for Portia and himself from a quick recipe in 'Take a Break'. When Portia got home from work looking a little frazzled but otherwise as glamorous as ever, she called out to Giles: "Giles, I'm home! Where are you?" "I'm here, dear," replied Giles from the kitchen. "Your voice, it's changed again. I really cannot get used to how you sound, it's so diff-" Portia had by now walked into the kitchen and at the sight of Giles she had stopped mid-sentence in shock. "Who are you? You're not Giles - what are you doing in my flat?" "Calm down, Portia, it is me - it's Giles. Today has been one helluva day, I can tell you," laughed the middle aged woman in front of Portia. To Portia's eyes whoever she was she was no stranger to kitchens and food but she was beautiful nonetheless, if a little heavily made up. But she was certainly not Giles - was she? "Giles? My God, it can't be! This has to be some joke right?" "Look Portia, dear, it really is me. I'll prove it to you - you've got a small birth mark in the shape of a crescent moon on your inside left thigh at the top. You used to like me to start licking there before -" "That's quite enough! I believe you, Giles. My God, it worked! And are you all female now - what about your 'primary sex organs'?" "Oh yes, I would appear to be all woman. My crown jewels are here," and with that Giles reached over and lifted up a jam jar containing his cock and balls looking like nothing so much as a shrivelled sausage and two olives in a hairy sack. "I only hope Dr Underwood can put them back when I go back to being all man," he added nervously before perhaps too breezily continuing: "Anyway, as you can see, I've been busy. I've been out and had a makeover then I've tidied and cleaned and cooked us dinner." "That's lovely, Giles, but have you done any more of the secretarial exercises I left you? Or even tried on the clothes I bought?" "Never mind all that," fluffed Giles with a flutter of his hands that ended with his taking both Portia's hands in his, "Let's eat. I'm starving and I bet you are too." After dinner, Giles insisted on doing the washing up. Portia then insisted Giles try on the clothes she had bought. To Giles patent delight, the clothes were, in fact, too big. "I can't understand it," said Portia, "I bought size 20 like you said. It looks as though you're a size or so smaller. How can that be?" "Dunno, Portia, but I don't care. It means I can take this lot back tomorrow and buy clothes that fit and don't make me look like an old granny." "Oh well, suit yourself, Giles. The receipts are in the bags." Lying in bed that night in his bra and knickers after a delightful session of masturbation during which Giles imagined being made love to by George Clooney, Giles reflected on his day. Ok, he had achieved the physical transformation he had wanted but worryingly this clearly came with other changes that grew stronger as things progressed. Also, the violent and fundamental nature of the day's transformation made Giles wonder if it would be possible to change back. But this thought led to a small voice in Giles saying: "But I don't want to change back" A voice Giles was quick to suppress. The next day, Giles awoke just before Portia went out to work at 8:00 am feeling refreshed and kind of light headed. Not in an intoxicated way, more like he had lost something he could not place. No matter, he could also feel in a way he hadn't before and this was lovely. However, once up after Portia had gone to work, the face looking at him in the mirror, with its messy hair and bleary middle aged look, reminded him that he was now that old and that it would take more than a quick male shower and shave to present to the world. Giles fixed himself a light, quick breakfast then got ready. First, Giles showered and washed and conditioned his hair, then applied makeup using the skills he had only recently been taught and the products he had bought the day before - foundation, blue to silver eyeshadow blended and graduated around his eyes, a pencil eyeliner for daytime, mascara, blusher, and a nude, daytime lipstick. He dressed again in a pair of granny knickers, bra, a light blue top, the big girl jeans and finished it with a blue/black pair of stilettos Portia had lent him. Blow drying his hair followed. He was then ready. Grabbing up all the purchases he was taking back, the Prada handbag and the keys to the Z3, Giles went out into the world. Looking like a posh, mature, glamorous housewife out to spend her husband's money. Giles knew, though, that it was time to get working class. On getting to the North London shopping centre, Giles took back the dull skirt suit, the fussy lacy blouses and the pack of non-descript tights (he had kept the 3 below the knee skirts, reasoning that even Maggie couldn't get away with wearing miniskirts with her age and size, and the other clothes had already either been worn or he had opened the packs to wear one item from them). Giles then left the decent, respectable, dependable and boring high street shop and went distinctly downmarket. He found a shop where clothes were cheaper in every way. Trying things on, Giles found he was a size 18 and, sometimes at a push, a size 16. Giles purchased several tight, revealing sleeveless tops that would show off his ample cleavage, a tight, sleeveless black and red scooped neck dress, a couple of belts to draw in his waist, a finger tip length tan coloured jacket and the piece de resistance, that he could indeed not resist, a pair of shiny (fake) leather trousers. Giles next went to Ann Summers, where he bought a negligee, several pairs of sexy knickers, bras designed to complement and work with his new gifts particularly in revealing tops, a couple of suspender belts and stockings. Oh, and Giles simply could not resist buying a realistic looking dildo that looked just like a 6 inch circumcised cock and balls - if they had a suction base. Giles was on a roll. He next went straight to the toilets in the shopping centre and changed out of the granny knickers, dull bra, top and big girl jeans and into some of the sexy underwear, the leather trousers, a pale blue, revealing top that left little to the imagination and put on the jacket. The boring underwear was dumped unceremoniously in a bag in the nearest bin. Next, Giles visited a cheap jewellers and bought several rings, a couple of necklaces, a bracelet, a cheap watch and even (although God knows when he'd wear them if he was to change back) a pair of cheap, large gold earrings. Lastly, a visit to a perfume shop to buy Jean Paul Gaultier Classique eau de toilette - Maggie's favourite - which Giles liberally applied. With his hands full of shopping bags, a truly transformed Giles returned to the Z3 then drove home for lunch. Over lunch, Giles made a shopping list based on a recipe in one of Portia's Nigella Lawson cookbooks. He then tidied up and got ready to go out again. Stopping before the mirror by the door, Giles paused. Before him stood a resplendent, sexy, buxom woman - if you liked your women mature and not a little tarty. "My God, girl, you've really facking done it!" said Giles pronouncing the f-word like he was a born cockney. He then went out. This time Giles travelled the short distance to Notting Hill to buy his ingredients for dinner but also to get a special something to finish the transformation. On the street now, things were really different. In Kensington, Giles got looks of disdain from many women, picking up on the fact that he was clearly 'low class', whilst the men either ignored him or gave him surreptitious looks that suggested if they got the chance and could get away with it they'd fuck Giles in an instant. On the other hand, in Notting Hill, Giles got many more looks of friendliness and even appreciation from women, whilst all too many of the men, particularly black men, made no secret of their admiration for Giles' assets with one elderly black man calling out as he passed: "Ras!" The special something was a tattoo just like Maggie's. On the high street in Notting Hill Giles found just the tattoo parlour he was looking for. On entering, he could see that the proprietor was clearly a rock fan, with posters and rock memorabilia up everywhere. However, it was the proprietor himself who proved most appealing. A tall, well built dude of about 35 with kindly blue eyes set in a handsome, open face underneath a surprisingly neat haircut for a rocker. This was perhaps offset by the rippling muscles underneath his tight 'AC/DC' t-shirt. His proudly muscled arms also displayed several tattoos. He wore tight leather trousers that accentuated his tight bum and biker boots. "Hi, what can I do for you today?" he said in a pleasant and open manner. Matching his friendliness, Giles replied: "I'd like a tattoo," "Well, you wouldn't be here for a pint of milk now, would you?" "Cheeky!" said Giles playfully, "I want a butterfly tattoo right here on my back - not too large, not too small," as Giles said this he turned his left shoulder in the tattooist's direction and tapped his upper back with his manicured fingers. Whether Giles had intended this to be a coquettish gesture was unclear, but to the observer it certainly had that effect. "Well then," said the tattooist, "we'd better get you undressed and see what we can do for you. My name's Ritchie by the way." "My name's Maggie, pleased to meet ya. Guess, I'd better strip then - but I'm only going topless mind," laughed Giles. And without thinking any further he took off his jacket and removed his top. It pleased Giles that Ritchie didn't blush at this but just smiled an appreciative smile. For Giles the session with Ritchie seemed to pass in a blur of innuendo and laughter. Aside from describing in minute detail Maggie's butterfly tattoo, Giles seemed to giggle the entire time. If he had wanted not to flirt with Ritchie, he was sure he couldn't have stopped himself. Something about the guy brought it out of Giles and he could see that Ritchie was into him - or should he say Maggie - too. When it was all done, Giles could not believe how close to Maggie's tattoo his new tattoo was. If anything it was better. Giles thanked Ritchie and went to pay. "Oh no, you don't, babe. This has been too much fun," said Ritchie then with a wolfish grin he added, "Just be sure to come back soon so I can give you another one. Perhaps you'll take more clothes off next time?" "You wish, darlin'," replied Giles but his eyes said it was he who wished for such an encounter. Giles then left feeling on cloud nine. A feeling that continued as he bought the ingredients for dinner and all the way back to Portia's flat. Back at Portia's, Giles had a coffee, watched some daytime television and then prepared dinner. Again he could not resist humming and singing to himself as he did so. Portia returned home from work earlier than the previous day to find her flat alive with the smell of cooking and the sound of Giles singing along to her Dido CD. Finding this intensely amusing, Portia wandered into the kitchen. However on seeing Giles, still dressed as he had been all day, her mood abruptly changed. "Jesus, what on earth do you look like?" exclaimed Portia. "Ooh, 'ello, luv, meet Maggie," replied Giles. "For God's sake, Giles, this has really gone too far! Changing your body is one thing but do you really have to dress and act like some old madam. My God, how are you going to go to work at BioLife looking like that?" "Relax, Portia, I've bought work clothes," said Giles quietly. "Oh, yes? Well, I bet they're as slutty. How could you be so, so - so low rent! Well, I've got news for you, Maggie," continued Portia with a vehement emphasis on the name, "I've announced at work that I've got to be off from tomorrow until the end of next week owing to a family emergency. It's time for you to go to work, Miss Robertson, and stop playing at being a woman." "But, but, that wasn't part of the plan," said Giles anxiously. "I don't give a shit! You seem more than ready to me anyway, dearie. Oh, and don't bother with the dinner for me - I'm off out tonight." With that Portia turned on her high heels and went off to get ready for an evening out. She left an hour later with her only farewell a statement that she would be back late and Giles was not to wait up: "as you've got to be up early for work tomorrow, haven't you, dear?" After initially being taken aback by Portia's reaction and nervous at the prospect of going to work the next day, Giles rallied. He had half the dinner whilst watching 'East Enders', leaving the rest as leftovers for the next night. After washing up, Giles picked out his outfit for the next day, watched a bit more television then got ready for bed, changing into the negligee he had bought. Once changed for bed, Giles made a point of going into Portia's room with the dildo he had bought that day. First Giles found a pair of high heeled mules which he slipped on. Standing in front of the floor length mirror in the negligee and mules, his face still fully made up, Giles put on a sexy show, parting the negligee further to reveal his cleavage, running the dildo up and down the tops of his large breasts, sucking and fondling the dildo's realistic head, shaft and balls. Finally, Giles parted the negligee to reveal his neatly tended pussy. He rubbed the dildo against his clitoris and then inserted it into his vagina, pushing and pulling, in and out, until he reached wave after wave of gorgeous orgasm. All the time, Giles fantasised that it was Ritchie he was with, although Giles was sure Ritchie was far bigger than 6''. Lying in bed that night, Giles had a sudden moment of clarity before drifting off to sleep: he was not sure if he was in control of this transformation any more or if it was in control of him and he wondered who exactly he was now since the person he appeared to be was certainly not Giles but also not exactly Maggie. At 6:30 a.m. the next day, the alarm went off rousing Giles from a not altogether peaceful night's sleep. Without hesitation, he knew what he had to do. Noting that Portia must have returned well after he'd gone to sleep as the door to her room was shut he got on with things as quietly as possible. Giles showered before fixing himself a quick breakfast, which he ate as quickly. Giles then brushed his teeth, made himself up in exactly the same way he had done the previous day and dressed in the outfit he had picked out the night before: navy blue skimpy knickers, tan hold up stockings, navy blue bra, tight silvery top that showed off his cleavage, dark grey skirt that finished at the knee, black belt and Portia's blue/black stilettos. Giles brushed his long, blonde hair before finishing the outfit with rings, bracelet, watch, necklace and a generous spray of Classique. At 8:00 a.m. Giles was good to go. Checking himself before the mirror, he smiled and pouted then grabbed the Prada handbag he had come to think of as his and his tan jacket and left. It was time really to be Margaret Robertson, temp secretary. The tube journey on a busy Wednesday morning was not pleasant. In a packed tube train, Giles was forced to stand for the journey. Worse was the rude behaviour of many of his fellow travellers, particularly the men. A number of the businessmen peered down Giles' cleavage with lascivious abandon. One businessman even continually frottered himself against Giles' bum. Giles could not wait to get off the train and when it reached his stop, moved as fast as he could. On the street Giles had to pause a minute to try to calm himself. His nerves at going into his office as Maggie had been made worse by the looks and behaviour of the other tube train passengers. Telling himself everything would be alright Giles walked the short walk to his office. He was greeted by Caroline. Caroline Norman was PA to Rod Jenkins, BIoLife's finance director. A plain-ish looking, slightly stout woman of 30 with piercing blue eyes, gat teeth and dyed black hair, she could be attractive - when she bothered to smile, which tended only to be for the men in the office. Caroline was a woman destined to be a follower. She modelled herself on Portia but she had neither the background nor the drive for the alpha female role. Instead, she was most effective as a bully of anyone more junior than herself, whether it was the office receptionist/junior, Chantelle, or delivery boys, or cleaning staff, or temp secretaries. As the boss with his own lofty concerns, Giles had always been oblivious to this (Portia knew but, frankly, didn't care). Giles was about to find out how different life could be in his office when you were no longer the alpha male. On seeing him, Caroline looked Giles up and down. In that one assessment, Caroline had decided that whoever this old tart was, she really shouldn't be working in the same place as Caroline but if she must, she was going to know who was boss. "So, you're the temp covering for Portia, are you?" she said haughtily. "Yes, that's right, I'm here to cover for Portia," replied Giles. "Miss Frensham to you," snapped Caroline, "My name's Caroline Norman. According to Portia's e-mail you're Margaret Robertson. I don't know what agency you're from but all I can say is it must be some emergency she's got on if she had to book you. Right, come this way." Without further ado, Caroline took Giles through to Portia's desk, made the most desultory description of where things such as the kitchen, the toilet and the photocopier were and made sure the computer was working then she left Giles to it. Giles could see that Portia had already left him quite a bit of work. Giles took his jacket off and settled down to work. The problem was that Giles really should have paid more attention to the textbooks Portia had left him and practised audio typing with the equipment Portia had at her place for the rare occasions she took work home. Giles spent a while figuring the audio typing system out and even then he wasn't confident he was working it properly - what had happened to his previously ace technical abilities? Combined with the fact he had at first forgotten to put on his glasses and the fact that typing with his new nails took some getting used to, Giles hadn't got very far when he heard a voice call out. "So, this is Portia's replacement is it?" Giles froze - he knew instantly it was Ralph. Giles looked up. As he looked at Ralph he felt nervous and could not help noticing just how attractive Ralph seemed. Silently, Giles cursed himself for his changed sexuality. "G-good morning," stammered Giles, "My name's Margaret Robertson - I'm covering for Por - I mean, Miss Frensham." At this, Ralph who had been looking at Giles with an amused look, burst out laughing. "There, there, dear, there's no need to be so formal. You really are an old fashioned one, aren't you? Anyway, my name's Ralph Lethbridge. You'll be working principally for me during Portia's absence, although since she is actually my colleague, Giles', secretary you'll be covering two jobs. Think you can handle that?" "Er, yes. Yes, of course, Ralph," replied Giles trying to regain his composure. "Good, now go and get us a cup of coffee - milk with one sugar - there's a good girl." And that was as good as it got for the rest of the day for Giles. He struggled on through the day trying to keep on top of the typing, filing, organising, diarising. Lunch consisted of a quick sandwich from a nearby shop eaten at his desk. Worse, in the afternoon, Giles handed back much of the typing with corrections galore. Plainly, Giles could barely spell now either. Giles returned to Portia's at the end of the day tired and thoroughly pissed off. Hoping to at least find Portia there to talk to, Giles came home to an empty flat with a note from Portia saying she had gone out again and not to wait up. Giles kicked off the high heels that had been giving him grief for much of the afternoon, heated up the leftovers from the previous night's dinner and ate in front of the television. After washing up, Giles had a shower, washed his hair and went to bed. Thursday was even worse than Wednesday. The tube journey in was the same exercise in cramped sexual harassment. Once Giles got to work he found Caroline had already arrived. She didn't hesitate to dump on Giles a load of work that was by rights hers. Rod Jenkins was in that day too and on being introduced to Giles took a long look and said: "My, my, you don't get many of those to the pound!" Giles was so shocked he was lost for words. He had thought that Jenkins could be insensitive but not to someone's face. In fact, Jenkins seemed to take great delight staring at Giles' bum and even gave it a 'playful' slap when he walked past Giles once. But the absolute shit was Ralph. He arrived late morning like a bear with a sore head, clearly from a night out. He proceeded to take his hangover out on Giles, berating him for making mistakes and being slow with his work, often in front of Caroline who tittered like a schoolgirl. At one point, he even called out of his office: "Margaret, get your fat arse in here, will you?" By the end of the day, Giles still hadn't finished all his work and had to stay late. This was made worse by the fact that Caroline and Jenkins were also staying late. When the door to Jenkins' office 'accidentally' swung open it revealed the work they were really up to. Giles had a clear view of Jenkins' hairy arse pumping away at Caroline, fucking her over his desk. Caroline was clearly either lost in the act - or more likely faking being lost in the act. It was then that Jenkins looked over his shoulder and gave Giles a filthy leer, blowing him a kiss as he did so. That was it for Giles, he could stand it no longer. Quickly but quietly he gathered up his things and left. Giles managed to hold it together all the way back to Portia's where he burst into tears. This was made worse by the note that Portia had left that simply said: "Gone out with girlfriends to the cinema. Don't wait up." Not for the first time, Giles cursed why he had left his mobile phone at his flat, which they had agreed would be strictly out of bounds, and had not even bought a cheap pay as you go mobile phone. Giles felt so alone and so vulnerable. Even at school he had never felt like this. Back then Giles had always been top dog, displacing any feelings of vulnerability by taking them out on weaker or younger boys. This was different. Staring back at him in the mirror in the bathroom as he got ready for bed was a put upon, tearful and frightened middle aged woman. Nothing in his background could assist him in coping with this body, these emotions, this mind. He felt fat, ugly, thick and useless. Giles overslept the next day. Not by much but enough to cause him to short cut his usual morning beauty regime. This was not good. He looked and felt awful as it was, his low mood exacerbated by a high temperature. Briefly Giles contemplated calling in sick but he knew he hadn't even begun to investigate what Ralph was up to - if he ever got the chance and could understand what he was looking at. A quick application of just foundation made Giles feel a bit better. Tying his hair into a bun, he dressed quickly in black knickers, black stockings, black bra, cream top, black knee length skirt, black belt and the black stilettos. The jewellery and perfume also helped. Giles realised he looked more professional, if a little like a smart barmaid. What he overlooked in his emotional state was how ironically close this outfit was to the one worn by Maggie the last time they'd met. Maggie, however, had carried it with authority. Giles looked like a beaten woman ten years older than the woman he was supposed to be. On arriving at work he was met by Caroline. "Here she is, at last. Ooh, I do like the old waitress look. What time's lunch, granny?" sneered Caroline. "Sorry I'm late, Miss Norman," mumbled Giles. "Well, get on with it! There's going to be a big emergency meeting tomorrow, so there's a lot to do. Must be important if they're meeting on a Saturday." The morning settled into the usual pattern of too much work that Giles struggled with, all the time subject to the carping and sneering of Caroline. The one respite was that Jenkins and Ralph were preoccupied in meetings. At lunchtime, Giles was talking to Chantelle. Chantelle had always been someone he had pretty much ignored in the past. He'd been pleasant enough to her to at least remember her name but as the member of staff at the bottom of the food chain she received no other attention from him. Chantelle had been recruited by Portia and was really managed by Portia - and bullied by Caroline. A tiny girl of 20 who looked younger, she wore thick glasses and had a pleasant if quite shy manner. Giles, though, in his new incarnation had found Chantelle to be the closest he had to a friend. She had helped Giles to understand office procedures he had not known existed and was the one person who talked to him like a human being. Then Caroline appeared. "Ooh look, it's fatty and the midget! You two really ought to be in the circus, not working here. Come on, who said you could have a lunch break on a day like this? I would have thought eating's something you should be doing less of anyway, Margaret. What's eating you, Mrs Doubtfire, are we having cravings? Are we missing filling our face?" Giles had had his eyes closed and his head down as Caroline spoke but he wasn't having 'cravings'. With those words suddenly something seemed to break in Giles. Something that had been building, yes, but had not quite happened. In that moment Giles felt himself let go of the last of his ego, the last of himself. The person who opened her eyes was not Giles any more. And she was mad. "Now you listen to me, bitch" she began coldly and quietly, "I've had just about enough of your shit! Yeah, you heard me, you gat toothed cow!" Caroline was open mouthed in shock, partly because no one had ever spoken to her like that before and partly because she could see that the woman in front of her was not one to be messed with. The woman continued. "Right, bitch, Chantelle and I are going out to lunch. In fact," laughed the woman suddenly hitting on inspiration, "we're going for the rest of the day!" "Wh-what the hell are you talking about? You can't do that!" said a visibly panicking Caroline before temporarily regaining some of her previous authority, "I'll have you two bitches sacked before you bloody know it!" "Will you fuck! You tell anyone anything and I'm on the phone to Jenkins' wife about your affair. I happen to know Karen Jenkins and I know she is not gonna like what you've been up to one bit. Besides, Jenkins and Ralph are probably going to leave early today cos it's Friday and they're in for that meeting tomorrow, so it'll be fun for you. Maybe they'll bang your saggy arse in a threesome. Bet you love it right up that tight, cold arsehole of yours! Come on, Chantelle, let's go!" And with that the woman (who of course was none other than Maggie Robertson now) and Chantelle quickly gathered up their things and left, leaving a hyperventilating Caroline standing in the middle of the office. With Maggie insisting she was paying (naturally using Giles' credit card), Maggie and Chantelle had a sumptuous lunch at Giles' favourite restaurant in the City. Maggie could tell Chantelle didn't eat out much and she was a little overwhelmed but with Maggie's encouragement and the attentions of the excellent staff she soon found her feet. Maggie and Chantelle happily chatted away. Maggie was keen to get Chantelle talking about herself, partly because she liked her, partly because the girl didn't seem to get much attention from anyone not even from her oafish boyfriend Gavin, partly to steer the conversation away from Maggie since she didn't know enough about herself, partly because she wanted just to hear Chantelle speak - she was a true Londoner and Maggie wanted to sound like her. By the end of lunch the two of them were slightly tipsy so Maggie announced she was going to take Chantelle shopping - the poor girl really had the dullest dress sense. Chantelle at first demurred saying she couldn't let Maggie do that. Maggie said she was having none of it and explained she had recently come into some money. So off they went on a fantastic afternoon spending spree with Maggie picking out outfits for Chantelle like she was her kindly aunt lavishing money on a favourite niece. Maggie returned to Portia's flat. To her surprise, Portia was there. "Ooh 'ello, stranger. Long time no see," trilled Maggie. "Hello, Maggie. Nice day at the office, dear?" replied Portia. "Nevermind that. We're going out tonight you and me, girl. To Notting Hill." "How can I resist?" smirked Portia, "I did have plans tonight but for an option as glamorous as a night out with Miss Robertson, who could say no. I do hope you're going to dress a little better than that, though, dear." "Sorry, my darling, I overslept this morning and standards slipped. It won't happen again." Whilst Maggie got ready, Portia made a phone call to change her plans. Maggie got out of the office attire and started all over again. She picked out her sexiest underwear, the leather trousers and a revealing top. She showered, washed her hair, made herself up with foundation, blusher, shimmery silver/blue eyeshadow, blue/black eyeliner, mascara, lip liner and the reddest lipgloss. She blow dried her hair and put on the outfit, finishing it with the blue/black heels. Maggie knew it, she looked stunning, but she felt even better. Portia got ready whilst Maggie made them a quick dinner. Portia's outfit was a more demure jeans and top but with her model looks and elegant poise she could have worn a bin liner and still looked attractive. The two ladies went out on the town to Notting Hill, very much looking like two work colleagues out on a Friday night. For Maggie the night was a whirl of drinks, often paid for by admiring men. Maggie was quite drunk and whilst Portia seemed to be as drunk she also seemed to be more in control. Inevitably, the two got chatted up by two men, one black and one white. The black guy, Chris, was definitely the more good looking of the two. His white friend, Dean, had a beer belly and a jutting jaw. Chris was clearly into Portia and she skilfully kept him on side without actually doing anything. Dean was also clearly into Portia but sensing defeat he turned his attentions to Maggie. Maggie didn't particularly fancy Dean but drink, conversation and more drink meant he ended up back at Portia's flat with Maggie and Portia. Portia claimed she had a headache and went straight to bed. With Portia out of the way, Dean literally pounced on Maggie. Direct and hardly romantic but Maggie didn't care. The two of them kissed passionately on the sofa with Dean fondling Maggie's breasts. Maggie knew it was time she had a man, even this somewhat poor specimen. She took Dean to her room where they both hurriedly undressed. As his cock entered her mouth, Maggie remembered what it felt like to receive a really good blow job and did her best to give one to Dean. It kind of amused her to find herself kneeling in front of this bloke and slipping his average sized cock into her mouth but amusement wasn't enough. She wanted more. "Fuck me, now," she vamped and Dean did not hesitate. With Maggie on all fours on her bed, her large breasts hanging down Dean took her - little realising he was in fact taking her virginity or that the woman he was fucking had until very recently been a pretty much heterosexual male. Slapping Maggie's big arse as he fucked her, Dean whispered: "You love it don'tcha, girl. You love my big cock up ya." "Ooh yes, do me, do me," whimpered Maggie as she came, not really from the fuck more from the relief finally to have a man but also to be her. Giles was memories, this was the moment. In fact she felt so utterly feminine that she started crying. "What the 'ell's the matter with you? Didn't ya like it? She said you was well dirty and would do anything, even anal. In fact, I want that now," said Dean grabbing Maggie's arm. "Get off. What's a matter with you? Get off!" Maggie was now struggling with Dean on her bed and realising a downside of being a woman. This little shit was actually stronger than her. But she was made of sterner stuff. She kneed Dean in the balls and pushed him off the bed. "Get up and fuck off!" she snapped. "Fine, you fat bitch. I'm out of here," said Dean hoarsely, his face red, "I wouldn't want to put my cock in your old arse anyway. She said you were a tart and she was right!" With that Dean gathered his clothes and left - half dressed. Maggie went to sleep without taking her makeup off. When Maggie awoke the next day, Portia had already got up and gone. Maggie felt rough and had a high temperature but she had work to do. She took her makeup off, showered, re-applied makeup and dressed in black bra and panties, black hold up stockings, the tight sleeveless black and red scooped neck dress she had bought, the black stilettos and, of course, the jewellery. Admiring herself in the mirror she said: "You may feel like shit, but you certainly don't look it, girl." Maggie went to work. On arriving at the BioLife offices at 12 noon sharp, she saw there was a note on her desk: "Margaret, Go to the boardroom as soon as you arrive. Giles" Stopping only to put her bag down and take off her jacket, Maggie grabbed a notepad and pen and went to the boardroom. As she entered, she was greeted with Giles' voice saying: "Here she is, the woman we've all been waiting for. Do come in Miss Robertson, we've been expecting you. I think you know everyone here." Maggie froze. Seated round the boardroom table were Dr Underwood, Jenkins, the real Margaret Robertson, and at the head seated side by side Portia and Giles. "What's a matter, my dear, aren't you pleased to see us. Look even Madame Mae is here to say hello. Do sit down, we've got a film to show you." In shock Maggie took a seat and then Giles pressed play on the video remote in his hand. The boardroom's large television screen came to life and proceeded to play a video. There was Giles at Madame Mae's on that last fateful night, being fucked in all possible ways. There was Giles at BioLife's lab going into the pod and coming out. There was Giles being made up by Portia. There was Giles transforming into Maggie. There was Giles as Maggie using the dildo on himself. Most cruelly of all there was Maggie getting fucked by Dean the night before. "Incredible isn't it?" said Giles when the film had finished, "and to think my old buddy Giles was not only kinky but wanted to slum it too. Can't say I liked the sex much - I'm not really into fat, older women. No disrespect, Madame Mae. But you certainly loved it. Jenkins liked it too, didn't you?" "Loved it, cracking stuff - I quite fancy a go on her myself - oh to fuck my boss," leered Jenkins. "Quite," replied Ralph before turning back to Maggie, "Anyway, expect you're wondering what's gone on here, eh Miss Robertson? It's quite simple really, Portia and I have been lovers for a little while now - where do you think she's been the last few nights?" with this Ralph shot Portia a lascivious look. Portia smiled back and moved into Ralph. Ralph continued: "Portia told me all about your harebrained scheme from the start. Dr Underwood was more than happy to go along with what in essence is a career high. We told Jenkins just before you started working here. But now here comes the best bit: the changes you've gone through are permanent. There is simply no going back. Oh, and do you know what else? There's no conspiracy here. Yes, the Ministry of Defence have shown some interest in Re-Gen but I've done nothing more than have one meeting with them. After all this, I should think I can name my price from whoever." "B-but it can't be. It just can't be, Ronald?" pleaded Maggie. "I'm afraid it is, Miss Robertson," replied Dr Underwood with studied formality. "You're a different person and will be for the rest of your life. It is quite fascinating that you are now Margaret Robertson if she had reached the age she is now without lifestyle choices such as smoking - hence the reason why you're not the same weight. However, that is who you are, through and through. A complete DNA replacement, if you will. You've even got her inferior intellect. If we tried to change you back it would kill you," he continued with no more emotion than a person discussing the weather. "So you let me do this, knowing that? How could you?" said Maggie. "No, Giles, you did it to yourself," said Portia coldly, "You traded in your birthright for this. And guess what," continued Portia laughing, "Madame Mae here has agreed to take your place as Giles. Oh yes, all that lovely DNA in and on those condoms when you two fucked has been stored and will be put to good use, re-creating Giles Fuller-Shit!" "So here's how it's going to be," said Ralph quickly, placing a gentle but firm hand on Portia's to calm her down, "Madame Mae is going to become Giles Fuller through Re-Gen. Now we know it works but also she's going to be transformed entirely in the Re-Gen pod over two weeks - we can control it more easily that way. When she comes out you're going to teach her how to be Giles Fuller, newly free man about town. I say that because you're about to sign over Giles Fuller's share of BioLife which is going to become a partnership between Portia, Dr Underwood, Jenkins and me. As for you, well you're a shit secretary so there really is no place for you here. However, Portia and I are moving in together as we are getting engaged. You can be our cook and cleaner - I hear you're pretty good at those things." "Yes, and maybe you can be nanny to our kids too. Wouldn't that be nice, Auntie Maggie?" sneered Portia. "Well, what do you say, Giles? Mate, looks like we've got you by the balls," said Ralph lightly whilst at the same time lifting the jar in front of him containing Giles' penis and testicles and giving it a little shake. "Don't worry, the only people who know about all this are in this room. Until I show the film to the government, of course. Anyway, come on, Margaret, it's time to sign away your last connection to Giles Fuller - this firm," commanded Ralph. With eyes brimming with tears, Maggie knew they had the upper hand and if she was being honest with herself she'd already known intuitively that she was a woman for good. But she was not beaten: "I'll do it. The firm's yours. I'll even teach Madame Mae how to be Giles. Just do me a favour and sack that bitch Caroline and give Chantelle her job. And I ain't gonna be your chambermaid. I'll skip that thank you very much." "Suit yourself, you fat slag," laughed Ralph, "I suppose you'll have to go back on the game or whatever it is you do. Just sign over Giles' interests in the firm and teach Madame Mae how to be your former self then fuck off for all I care." With that, Maggie signed over Giles' share of BioLife (not an easy thing to do lefthanded with French nails). Jenkins had had the firm's Solicitors draw up the necessary paperwork. It was all done quite quickly and Maggie and Madame Mae left to go to Giles' docklands flat where Madame Mae had been living for the past week. Once at Giles' flat, for the first time Madame spoke: "They really are arseholes, aren't they?" "Y-yes," said Maggie before bursting into tears, "Oh my God, what have I done?" The reaction from Madame was swift and painful - she slapped Maggie in the face. "Now you listen to me, Margaret Robertson! Yes, that's who you are now. Your days as a privileged ex-public school boy are over. You're me now and you better start living like it. You wanted this and you got it. You stole my identity. Do you know how angry with you I was when they told me what you were going to do? You left me with little choice but to go along with them. Then I thought, to hell with it, let's see how the other half lives. Besides, I expect you've realised this but I'm going through the menopause." At this a look of horrified realisation dawned on Maggie's face. "Looks like somebody's been having the hot flushes too. Sorry, luv, but you've really picked one here. Still, goes with the territory. You'll be 50 in November. And I'll be ooh 32 next birthday. And a man with a huge cock - do you know what you've given up? I've been thinking about it this past week and I'm starting to like the idea. Anyway, from what I can tell my sexuality and everything will change so it don't matter. Just look at you though. It's a funny thing that Re-Gen, it really has made you into me - in every way - what on earth made you think I'd make a good secretary - but it's made you how I would have been without all the shit in my life. Love what you've done with the old place. You must be almost a size 16 - still large though, eh? How does that feel?" finished Madame triumphantly. "Yes, Madame, I'm you. There's none of Giles left. I'm a 49 year old plump middle aged woman going through the menopause," said Maggie with a waspish tone. "Ooh, that's more like it. That's the spirit," laughed Madame, "but for God's sake stop calling me, Madame! You ain't one of me punters now. Look, we need each other so call me Madge - all me friends do." "Ok, Madge. Friends?" said Maggie. "Friends - no, sisters," laughed Madge. "Oh, and I know what you're up to, Maggie dear. You've already figured out that my little business earns me a decent enough living, so you don't need to take their shit." "Yeah, but I really don't want to be doing it for the rest of my life," replied Maggie. "Tell me about it, it's ultimately why I agreed to become Giles. But my regulars are alright. One of them's in IT - Graham - he did the website. Another cleans me house - dressed as a French maid of course. I've even had a Tory minister as a client. You - or should I say, Giles - could be quite sweet when you weren't being an arrogant twat. Anyway, the point I was making is it's a living, if a little lonely. I've got a house I've nearly paid the mortgage off of and a lovely little red Ford Ka - a present from a punter - a change from your Z3 but there ya go - it helps me blend in - the neighbours if they can be bothered think I'm some sort of therapist," laughed Madge before suddenly pausing and with her head on one side continuing: "But something tells me someone's caught your eye, Maggie." At this Maggie blushed with the memory of Ritchie her gorgeous tattoo artist. "Ah, look at that - my girl's in love," said Madge with genuine affection. "Shut up, Madge," laughed Maggie. "Hey, there is one thing that you should do," said Madge conspiratorially. "What, Madge?" said Maggie. "That Underwood - he's got the look of a man who could be one of your punters. Reel him in and you could get him to use ReGen on you to reverse the menopause!" "That's delicious, babe. Why didn't I think of that?" squealed Maggie. "Because you haven't learnt enough from the Mistress. Yet. C'mon, we've got a lot to learn - both of us. Did I ever tell you about my life as a rock star's girlfriend?" THE END? Copyright 2012 Kelly Newman

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My Cousin MaeChapter 4

Morning daylight roused me. Mae was lying beside me, her eyes open. "Good morning," I said. "Yes, I think it is a very good morning," she replied. "So..." "So, what?" "Last night ... Any regrets?" "Regrets? Regret is the furthest from my mind. Why? Do you have regrets?" "No. None." I continued to regard her. "There is no quid pro quo," I said. "I wanted to make sure you understood that ... the loan..." She lowered her eyebrows. "Jon -- was that your oblique way of...

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Maggie the Gullible

She had the house -- Mom's house -- to herself for the weekend, thank heavens. And she hadn't been shy about telling him so as they were leaving the movie. "Come on over?" she'd asked in the demurest tone she could muster. "Are you sure?" he'd asked. "I just invited you, didn't I?" Did she need to remind him it was their fifth date already? Or how lucky he was that she adored shy guys so much? Just how long did he expect her to wait?"I'd love to. If you're sure."She was sure, all right. And she...

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Maggie episode 18

Dot and Maggie were the last of the office crowd in the dimly lit lounge of a favorite dance and dinner establishment. The two ladies continued drinking after dinner. Maggie was recently divorced; again. She was crying on Dot's shoulder. It was not unusual for my wife to be out with one or more of her girlfriends. After 20 plus years of marriage I had grown accustomed to her solo adventures with other women. Many times she wouldn't show up till the next morning. I knew that I would get the...

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Maggie

She was born Elizabeth Margaret Manchester. She'd never known her mother as her mother had died during childbirth. Her father, Edward Manchester became both Father and Mother to her. English immigrants, her grandparents had come over from England at the turn of the century, along with their son Edward, who would one day become her father. Named after both her mother, and her grandmother, her father had nicknamed her "Maggie". The same name he had affectionately called his wife for so many...

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Maggie Rodger

It was fall, but I think autumn is a much more descriptive word. There was a chill in the air that required a jacket, or a sweater. I had decided to go out for the day as Danielle and let whatever might happen, happen. I cleaned myself out thoroughly, shaved, showered, and applied my makeup, and perfume. I spent a little while considering various outfits and then decided. I slipped into opaque forest green thigh highs, and a thong, front closing bra, and a waist cincher all in black. I added a...

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MAGGIE A Lesbian Tale

MAGGIE (A Lesbian Tale)This tale takes place in the 1950s in the Midwest)In the middle of Wisconsin, most of the farms are run by families. Maggie used to live on a dairy farm with her husband. When he died in a trucking accident, she sold the farm and went to live in the city. Maggie was still young, in her early 50s, and worked in a dress shop as a saleswoman and she also did the accounting. When she was on the farm, a woman used to visit a few times a year selling sewing material, kitchen...

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Maggie My Love

Our family was huge. We descended from members of the Mormon Battalion, where a family of 6 was considered small! Our family consisted of Alexander and Christena Dickson, my folks; along with 11 children; Margaret, 31; Rebecca, 29; Sarah, 29 (they're twins); Ruth, 28; Mark, 26; Twins Hannah and Anna, 24; Joanna, 22; Jeffrey, 20 (that's me); John, 18; and last, we hope, was Alexander Jr, 16! A quick look through this list, tells you that the youngest of the clan were John, Alex and I. Our...

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MAGGIE

MAGGIEA PACK STORYGunnar paced through the small house. He had been in Maggie’s room, the one with the big bed next to his. It was his favorite when Maggie was gone. It was his favorite because it was strong with her scent. The clothes she had carelessly discarded on the chair and floor, the bedding she usually fail to straighten after getting up. But mostly the clothes she left behind. Sometimes, Maggie would come home to find some of her clothes mysteriously on Gunnar’s bed. It wasn’t...

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Maggie the Mature Slut

I couldn't believe my luck – all my friends were going down to the beach, and I had to help my parents with a BBQ they were throwing.I had tried all the excuses I could think of but they weren't buying it.'I've paid for you to study at University for 2 years Dan' my father said, 'it's the least you can do.'So I eventually gave in and agreed to help with the cooking and drinks.As my parents friends started to arrive, I did the usual thing of being pleasant and polite and making small talk with...

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Maggie And LaShawn Chapter 1

Maggie Buchanan was a pretty redheaded woman, twenty-five-years-old, with a very voluptuous body; big breasts, and a tight, firm ass, (which she considers her best attribute). An exotic dancer at one of the local strip clubs, The Kitty Kat Klub, or "Triple K" for short, she was very popular with the men customers as well as being highly appealing to the men she wanted as sex partners. Maggie preferred young, athletic, black men, especially the mythical well-hung black studs. She liked her...

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Maggie And LaShawn Chapter 2

"Mmm, I've been thinking about this since yesterday baby," she told him and leaned forward to kiss the head of his huge cock. "I can't wait to feel this big, fat cock in my pussy!"Still kneeling in front of him, between his legs, Maggie held his massive cock; examining it, getting to know the huge tool that would very soon be learning her as well. With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock as much as she could and her other hand cupping his big black balls, she reveled in the size...

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MaggieChapter 7

This had such an impact on Maggie that she pounced on Leslie, kissing her with tremendous passion. I caressed the two of them, running a hand over each, paying particular attention to their backs and later their breasts, especially Leslie's nipples which were very tender at this point. I grew even harder watching their tongues encircle each other. Several long minutes passed and then between a sequence of ardent kisses, Maggie whispered coyly to Leslie, "We're neglecting him." "Fuck...

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Maggie The Marathon Runner

Bob Duncan is 46 years old. He is 6'2" tall. His weight fluctuates at around 190#. He is a 'Business Lawyer' by trade. He loves his daily workouts to keep himself fit. His passions are, living the high life, his wife of 22 years, and his only child Maggie. She is also the apple of his eye. Jacki Duncan is 44 years old, and had been a flight attendant, when she had met her future husband, Bob, on an overseas flight, to Japan. After a whirlwind romance when she was 21, they ended up married...

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Maggie Green 400 176000

Maggie Green was born in Ann Harbor, Michigan, on August 4th, 1977. Not much is known about her youth other than that Maggie worked at the mall.Titties and TriviaAround her mid-twenties, Maggie got a job hosting a sports trivia show called Sports by Brooks. She did not earn the job via her expansive library of sports trivia knowledge. She got it because of her giant fucking tits. The things are all natural and the size of genetically modified watermelons. If one fell on your head, your spine...

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Maggies Boyfriend

"Remember the sixties? Well, I do. Great fun back then and my main stoner buddy was John Brockton or Johnny B. as we called him. Horniest guy I knew back then but he couldn't get laid in a whorehouse. Just his luck I guess. anyway, he graduated college and became a Phd which resulted in three marriages...if you have money you can get laid! He finally stuck with a woman he met in New England and they settled down.But he had a daughter with one of his wives and she took after her old man. Married...

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MaggieChapter 12

Maggie was still sleeping when Leslie came home around four. Of course I told her what had happened and she gave me a look that was filled with remorse. "She's really had it tough, you know?" I nodded, and asked it she wanted a drink. "Sure, anything as long as it's potent," and she flounced down on the couch. "What a day," Leslie said, "what a day. Boy if it weren't for last night and all that love making, I think I might have smacked my boss in the face and quit." So I asked...

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Maggie Part 2 The Cattleman

Maggie sat upright in bed. Her body was soaked in sweat. Sure it was hot sleeping in their trailer’s tiny bedroom, in the heat of early June, but it was more than the heat. She lifted her old nightshirt and felt at her crotch. It was drenched in cum. She was embarrassed and shocked at her feelings over what had happened in the barn last Saturday, yet she still dreamed of it. For her to have felt so much pleasure, enjoy it so much, just wasn’t right. She had snapped out of her dream just as she...

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Maggie Part 6 Earls Awakening

Earl got his sister’s attention when he rolled over on the sofa, kicking the covers off, and moaning in his dream world. “You better wake up Earl” Maggie said to Molly. Grinning, Molly nodded in Earl’s direction in response to Maggie. Looking over, Earl had kicked back the sheet and was laying on his back. His t-shirt was pulled up to his waist, and with no underwear to hide his privates, his morning wood was standing at attention. ------- In Earl’s dream, he is sitting at his desk in...

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Maggie Part 2 The Cattleman

Exhausted, she laid back in bed. Looking over at her lil’ sister, Molly, sound asleep and just one year younger, she then glanced at the clock. 4:28AM. Momma would be up in a few minutes to go to work at the tire factory in Hazard. Maggie, Molly and their lil’ brother Earl would have to do chores with their daddy on the farm. Their farm was a small 36 acres at the end of a dead-end road, deep in a hollow in the backwoods south of Hazard, KY. Her daddy, Emmitt, a hateful old bastard with a...

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Maggie and Rich Enjoy The Great Outdoors

 I was driving over to pick up Maggie and already the temperature was in the 80's at 5am. I had packed a picnic lunch, a couple of blankets, towels and a cooler. We had a two hour drive to the canoe rental place.When I arrived she was outside waiting, dressed in a very tight, short pink crop top and pink athletic shorts topped off with pink athletic shoes. I was wearing a powder blue t-shirt with dark blue athletic shorts and athletic shoes trimmed in blue.As Maggie walked to the car, I could...

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Maggie a New LifestyleChapter 2 A New Friend

When the women at the adult wellness center complained about their married sex lives, or lack of anyway, Sharon didn’t join in since she was getting laid frequently by a nice collection of men. She noticed that Maggie, another single woman about her age, just smiled at the bitching. As they walked out at the same time one day, she asked Maggie to have a drink with her. The weather was nice so they had a glass of wine at a neighborhood restaurant with outdoor seating. Sharon started by asking...

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Maggie Part 4 Educating Molly

Deep in her dream, Maggie was in the hayloft and the Woodson brothers had her bent over haybales pounding her tight young pussy. She hated them for raping her just two weeks ago but she hated more the fact that her pussy was enjoying their big dumb, redneck cocks buried deep in her cunt. She could take no more and exploded in orgasm, No, No, NOOO! Her eyes flew open and there in the bed beside sat Molly, staring in disbelief. “What are you doing? Are you OK?” asked Molly. “Ummm, yea, I’m...

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Maggie Part 9 Rocky and the Census Taker

The covers were thrown off of her and her little sister Molly. They both laid there naked in the bed they shared, except for old ratty t-shirts as their nightgowns, the fan blowing to keep them cool. August in their trailer in the hollow outside Hazard, KY was always unbearable. Oh well, another day. Betty was fixin’ breakfast when the girls came down the hall, their little brother Earl still asleep on the sofa. “Y’all girls wake up Earl. He’s going into town with me and your daddy today....

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Maggie and Greg

Even in this day and age there are rural counties whose claim to fame is that they don’t do much of anything. Life moves at a snails pace because there are no factories, no corporate office buildings, no tourist attractions, just a string of almost empty downtown areas, one after another. There are dozens of crossroads, with the remnants of a different time all over those rural counties. Some of the counties are so poor and so wild they offer the perfect places to operate illegal businesses as...

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Maggie Briggs

My name is Allie.   It was the summer before my senior year in college. I had worked in a summer camp outside Portland , Maine ever since I was in High School. Today, I had worked alongside my summer buddy Rodger Briggs, preparing for the campers arrival tomorrow. Rodger had been a counselor in the camp for about as long as I had been. After work we were shooting pool enjoying a beer in a local pub. I was a big city guy, Rodger was local. He was the same age as I, but much larger. I’m...

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MaggieChapter 8

Meanwhile, Maggie was sitting on the toilet, wadding some toilet paper to wipe herself with when she began to cry, suddenly and without warning; a torrent of tears that she couldn't seem to bring to a halt. "The fuck?" Maggie said, slightly puzzled over her maudlin situation. "I know it's him, but why? Could it be he's not like the others?" Gradually, her tears stopping flowing and it came flooding back to her -- Palo's infidelities and his untimely death. A death that left her...

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Maggie Part 3 The Boys Down The Road

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining accident four years ago and had just been through a disability review in Hazard. Sure, he faked a lot of the time just to get that free money, but he had to play the game. “I should be getting a determination letter any day now.” “I’m sorry honey. I know it’s got ya worried but it’ll work out. Do you want...

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Maggie and The Professor

Being awarded a senior faculty fellowship was the culmination of three long hard years of work, and David couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this kind of professional validation. Such satisfaction. And the paid sabbatical would be a welcome respite from teaching. He hoped to use that time to finish the text that he’d begun to work on years ago, just bits and pieces collected here and there. He’d use that text to instruct an undergraduate class in the new course he would be adding to...

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Maggie Life on the Farm Part 1

Emmitt sipped on his black coffee as he watched Maggie walking up the hallway heading to the bathroom of their mobile home. Wrapped in an old ratty white towel, Emmitt caught a glimpse of her naked hip as she turned into the small bathroom. “Hurry up in there! I’m gonna have to get it there pretty damn quick.” Emmitt sat back in the kitchen chair and picked up the morning paper, The Hazard Herald. Their trailer sat on a hillside at the end of a dead-end dirt road about 12 miles south of the...

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Maggie Redux

Chapter 1 She let her anger push the damn weight, straining her midsection, feeling the pull all the way to her pussy. Fuck you, machine. Fuck you. Take that. Ungh. And that. Suddenly, the first hint of a pull in her thigh warned her she had reached her body's limit. No matter what she did, which machine she used, her abs never twinged, never gave out. It was always the goddamn legs. In spite of the jogging. Maggie lay there gasping, the bar still resting on the top of her feet, sweat...

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MaggieChapter 6

The phone woke us at six-thirty the next morning. Maggie answered it, giggled and handed me the phone. It was Leslie. "Hi," she said after a pause. "Hi yourself. What's with the wakeup call?" "Oh," she began conversationally as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before. "I, um, didn't hear or see anything over at your place and... I was concerned that something had happened." "I know you have a great imagination, Leslie, but nothing unusual...

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Lucy Mae Conquer and SS part 25

"Aww alright, hon, don't worry about me. Tuck will be in town, remember? I'll just have him find his way here for the night before he heads back home tomorrow," was Lucy's reply as she sat at her vanity in nothing but a lacy corset that highlighted her pink nipples under its shimmering silver embroidery, and matching sheer thong. "Take all the time you need!"A zap of excitement ran through her as she ended the call and continued to apply body shimmer along her neck and cleavage at her vanity....

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Maggie Part 1 Life in the Hollow

Emmitt sat back in the kitchen chair and picked up the morning paper, The Hazard Herald. Their trailer sat on a hillside at the end of a dead-end dirt road about 12 miles south of the small Kentucky town. Their nearest neighbor was ol’ lady Woodson and her two sons who lived at the beginning of the hollow, about a mile back, near the main paved road. Nobody ever came back as far as their trailer. In this part of Kentucky, that could get you shot! Emmitt’s wife, Betty, worked at the tire...

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Maggie Part 3 The Boys Down The Road

Betty’s alarm went off at 4:30 as always. She reached over, slapped the alarm, looked over and Emmitt wasn’t in bed. She got up and headed up the hall to the bathroom. Looking up the hall, there sat Emmitt at the kitchen table. She stepped into the bathroom, peed, then walked into the kitchen. “You ok?”“Yeah, I’m fine. Just worried about what them damn Worker’s Comp people have decided. All of them white-shirt assholes don’t have a clue the pain I deal with.” Emmitt was injured in a mining...

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Maggie Part 7 Earls uncontrollable urge

Maggie already knew the answer but asked anyway, “And just what does that mean?” “I want to do you just like that pony did you this morning” Earl said with a sly smile. He was a pretty shrewd negotiator for being so young. “OK, but you have to promise never to tell daddy any of this” demanded Maggie. “Deal. Tomorrow? In the barn?” “OK” replied Maggie. She acted like it was a big deal, but after all she’d done sexually over the summer, fucking her little brother was not a major concern....

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Maggie May Jackstraw

It's funny how small things can change your perspective. In my case, it was a single ray of sunshine coming through a gap in the tattered curtains that didn't quite cover the window to the apartment. It was a bright early autumn morning, around 8, maybe 8:30, one of those days that makes California truly golden. First, it caught my eye, waking me up from a restless sleep, then it hit Maggie's face just right. She was still zonked out, lying on her back, her naked breasts heaving slightly...

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Maggie and Greg

Even in this day and age there are rural counties whose claim to fame is that they don't do much of anything. Life moves at a snails pace because there are no factories, no corporate office buildings, no tourist attractions, just a string of almost empty downtown areas, one after another. There are dozens of crossroads, with the remnants of a different time all over those rural counties. Some of the counties are so poor and so wild they offer the perfect places to operate illegal businesses as...

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Maggie a New LifestyleChapter 3 Maggiersquos Daughter

Scene 1 - The problem surfaces Maggie’s daughter had called with an urgent request to visit her mom. As soon as the distressed daughter settled in she was introduced to Sharon and the three women adjourned to the back yard with a pitcher of Margueritas. When a grown daughter comes to her mom for help she is either desperate or realizes that mom just might know something after all. It was a little of both. The conversation started light but got heavier as the pitcher emptied. Finally, Maggie...

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Maggie Part 8 Barn Trips Betty

“Creeeeaaakkk.” Maggie pulled her fingers from her cunt and sat up in bed. She’d heard that noise a thousand times and knew it was the front screen door opening. She quickly slid to the foot of the bed and peered out through the fan to see if she could see anyone. The full August moon lit up the front yard and she watched as Earl crept across the yard, headed to the barn. “Now what the hell is he up to?” thought Maggie. She slipped quietly out of the bedroom, down the hall and out the front...

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Maggie Climbs the Corporate Ladder

This is a patently romantic story, told exclusively through Maggie’s eyes, Maggie is an attractive, confident, intelligent, well educated young woman on the first rung of the corporate ladder. She finds herself increasingly attracted to—almost obsessed with—her new boss, a married man ten years her senior. Maggie is not a slut, she enjoys sex and likes men, but has always been very selective. As the story begins, her business, romantic and sexual life are all at a low ebb. The, ‘dirty parts’...

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Maggies Wild Night

Maggie opened the car door and slid into the seat next to Aaron. Her 36DD breasts were crammed into a red low cut top. The jeans she had on were so tight they looked almost as if they had been painted on."What are we doing tonight?" she asked as she pulled her long wavy blonde hair up into a ponytail. She adjusted her black rectangular glasses and looked at Aaron.Aaron looked at her, thinking how lucky he was to have such a hot piece of ass. He knew from the past few weeks that she would do...

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Maggie Briggs

My name is Allie.   It was the summer before my senior year in college. I had worked in a summer camp outside Portland , Maine ever since I was in High School. Today, I had worked alongside my summer buddy Rodger Briggs, preparing for the campers arrival tomorrow. Rodger had been a counselor in the camp for about as long as I had been. After work we were shooting pool enjoying a beer in a local pub. I was a big city guy, Rodger was local. He was the same age as I, but much...

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MaggieChapter 4

The knock came when we were eating (food) in the nude. "Wait a minute," Maggie hollered, and grabbed a robe and in almost the same motion threw another robe at me. "He was smaller than you but it should fit," she said as she made to open the door. "Oh, ho!" Her roommate Leslie said as she entered. Placing her packages on the counter, she grimaced and held her nose. "My God, this place smells like a zoo!" "Go to hell!" Maggie said laughing. Then she turned slowly, and with a...

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Maggie May Jake Rivers

Author’s Note: Several authors are coming out with stories based on the various versions of ‘Maggie May’ or ‘Maggie Mae.’ The story titles will be: ‘Maggie May – author’s pseudonym’ e.g. ‘Maggie May – Jake Rivers’ The storyline might use any version or combinations of versions of the song. Some of the possibilities are by: Rod Stewart, John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Suzanne Vega and any of the various traditional versions from England (an early version of this song dates to before 1830, and it was...

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