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Note. I have had this kicking round on my computer for a while and have never felt happy with it but I cannot really get motivated to do anything else with the idea. So if anyone fancies writing something else in the Port William world please help your self, just mention that I invented the world and I'll be happy. Port William. By Trish. When I mentioned that I was stuck for somewhere to spend the seven weeks leave I had between contracts a work mate recommended Port William as a great place to party and unwind. Looking it up it pretty much fitted the bill being a former a Dutch colony in Polynesia and I was not disappointed when I got there. Jesus it was a like Amsterdam in paradise! The old town was full of narrow twisty lanes with streets brimming with tourist and designer shops. While down by the old harbour it was a party world of bars, glitzy nightclubs and discreetly situated brothels. The main tourist development ran from the harbour along the coastal strip and once you were away from the quaint streets and houses of the town you could have been in any beachside resort. As westernised, as the Island appeared it was not predominantly European, in culture or tradition and away from the hedonism of the tourist areas, most residents lived very traditional lifestyles. I'll admit that I am not the manliest of men, being short weedy nerd who has never had the knack of chatting up women, but even I had no problem finding female company amongst the numerous bar hostesses and girls! I guess they were attuned to money and that was a commodity I was not short on! I adored the nightlife and clubs of 'old town' Port William and the women I met there were provocative, sexy and often quite pushy, which suited me to a tee. I soon discovered that best clubs were in the 'red-light' quarter down by the harbour, which left just one problem telling the real women from the numerous convincing transvestites! With that mix of liberal Dutch social justice and Polynesian attitudes the transgendered were accepted everywhere, and were treated as part of life here. Even though I had never had a gay thought in my life after I had been there a few days curiosity combined with enough alcohol to outweighed common sense when a shemale bargirl started to make a move on me I responded. I knew she was on the game, but somehow that did not matter as she sidled up to me saying in broken English. "You wanna buy me drink?" "If you want?" I answered in my limited Dutch, and saw her eyes light up. "Not American?" "No I'm Scottish, British," I said waving the barman over and buying her a vodka and tonic. "I'm Stuart. "Sueart?" She grinned. Her name was Tawny and the round beautifully shaped breasts spilling from her electric blue mini dress clearly came care of the surgeon's knife. "We go to your apartment?" She giggled running her slim red tipped nails up and down my hard-on as we smooched in the club. "I do you special rate." Blushing I nodded. Her touch and presence had me feeling incredibly horny as we took a taxi to my rented condo. Taking my hand as we rode the lift Tawny rested it on her ass, whispering into my ear, "You fuck me here yes?" With in seconds of getting my small but well-appointed suite, Tawny pulled off her blue dress. Wearing only tiny thong panties, hold up stockings and heels she looked like sex incarnate. With a giggle she yanked my pants down as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her glossy red lips round my cock. God she was hot, and when I came it was by the bucket load. "Mmmm!" she growled sexily. She was holding my cock with one hand close to her mouth and looking up at me though her fringe. I could see tendrils of cum running from my cock to her lips... Hell the sight turned me on! Sucking me hard again Tawny demanded, "You fuck me now!" I had never tried anal sex and until that moment the idea of it had turned my stomach a little but seeing her holding her ass apart with her cock hanging flaccid bellow was perhaps the sexist thing I had ever seen and she did not have to ask twice! Ass fucking her was a whole new experience for me. God it was tight and the sensation was mind-boggling as I started to rock behind her creamy smooth suntan marked buttock. "Yeah you fuck Tawny good Sueart," Tawny was moaning sexily and as I got the hang of it seemed natural to reach round and grasped her cock. Immediately it started to swell, and embarrassingly it was much bigger than mine. In truth I was really too small to penetrate her but Tawny was too much of a pro to let that show. She made all the right sounds and moves, and even though I could tell she was acting I still exploded inside her in an orgasm that blew my mind. Next day I felt sickened by what I had done, but that night I again went to the same club and sure enough Tawny immediately joined me. That night when I fucked her she wanted to be on top and seeing her cock swaying as she bounced up and down on me it seemed natural to give her a grope only this time I kept my hand there. Slowly wanking her in time with her body's movements on my cock. I lasted a little longer this time but not much and after I was done and lay in that post-orgasmic bliss she giggled watching me playing with her fully erect cock. "You like Tawny's cock?" "Yes..." I blushed embarrassed, yet relaxed. "You will be nice to Tawny, like Tawny nice to you?" She teased looking down at me splayed out on the bed. "Yes..." I said still moving my hand dreamily up and down her shaft. "Good, Tawny want you," gently pushing my hand away as she shifted her body forward until she sat astride my chest. Grinning down she took her cock and rested it on my lips. "You give Tawny good head, like you were Tawny?" Gaping in shock opened my mouth and Tawny needed no second invitations! At first it made me gag, choke and think I was going to be sick but then I looked up and saw her huge breasts and lust filled face... "Yeah Sueart give Tawny good head!" she groaned pumping her eight inches of transsexual cock in and out of my mouth... and shockingly I was enjoying it! I just could not get enough of her cock, and by the end of the week I in effect paying her to suck her cock, and after she asked (well begged) was sucking cum back from her asshole! I never knew where she lived or what she did when she was not with me, and it did not occur to me to ask. When I was with her all I thought about was getting her home and sucking her dick! Unaware of the passing days I floated along in sated oblivion until one evening Tawny did not appear in 'our' club. For two hours I waited frantically for her and then I was approached by another transvestite. "You're Sueart?" she said sliding up to me, "Looking for Tawny yes?" "Erm yes, do you know where she is?" I blushed. The tranny was wearing a tight black leather bustier mini dress and towering stiletto boots. She was tall, with a stunning figure and looked hot a hell, although usually for a local girl she had none of the feminine deference that had marked Tawny's personality. "She said to tell you sorry," the woman shrugged, "But she's found a man with a real cock," Her white teeth contrasted with her milky coffee coloured skin and red lips as she smiled, "She said to tell you." Devastated I went numb as she looked pointedly at the drink before me. "Tell me what?" I asked at last noticing her look and offered with an embarrassed blush, "Erm... Buy you a drink?" "Yes, I'd like to have a rum and coke," Her English was much better than Tawny's and I could hear innuendo in her tone as she said with an alluring smile, "Tawny, told me what you like to drink." I blushed knowing I had been looking for a bulge and gulped my drink down in embarrassment. "I am Mira and Tawny said you will like me." Crossing her legs she pulled a face. "Su... Stuvert?" Like Tawny Mira could not get her tongue round my name, but instead of continuing to try she shrugged. "Its no matter I'll call you Sue." I did not know if she knew that in Britain Sue was a girls name, but the finality in her expression removed any desire to correct her, and with a sheepish embarrassed expression on my face I said as I sat, "If you want?" Mira grinned and said bluntly. "Tawny says you like to suck ladyboy cock. Yes?" she smiled as her words caused consternation on my face, adding as her hand scuttled up my thigh. "And taste girl sperm," She grinned squeezing my balls threateningly. "Tell truth now?" "Yes..." I blushed hiding behind my drink. Whispering into my ear she teased. "You like being a shemales cocksucker?" "Yes," I hissed, aware that she had unzipped my pants and was delving inside. "Good because Tawny say I can have you as present!" Mira grinned confidently, "She knows how much I like having my cock sucked." Sat there in semi shock from her forthright approach I could not find the words to answer. Her red tipped finger tapped my nose adding, "She said to tell you that from now on you are my cocksucker, yes?" Her hand was on my cock and her hypnotically smouldering eyes seemed to sap my will until all I was capable of doing was nodding and saying thickly, "Yes." Mira grinned necking her drink. "Good we'll go home now!" Mira lived in a nice flat above a street corner shop well away from the tourist side of town. Not that I noticed much about it during my first visit, because the bout of mad crazy mind numbing sex ended in me leaving covered in her cum! It was in my hair, on my skin and staining my clothes, a large damp patch of my own ejaculation marred my pants and the most astonishing thing of all was I had not once lowered my underpants! "You can go now!" Mira said giving my ass a slap once she was done with me. Mira might not have been as pretty or as naturally feminine as Tawny but even through my hyper embarrassed self-loathing next morning... I knew she was the one for me! As if to prove it I discovered that she had written in black felt pen across one cheek of my underpants '671-1746, phone me,' and drawn a love heart with 'Mira's' written on the other! Telling myself she would be too much like hard work I tried not to think about it, but by lunchtime I broke and called her. "My flat 7pm," was all she said and hating myself that evening at 6.59 I was knocking on her door with a bottle of wine and a large bouquet of flowers. Mira was waiting for me, wearing only her stockings, boots and makeup, with out even a welcome she yanked me in, shoved me to my knees and rammed her large cock was in my mouth before I had time to say hello. I spent the next four or five hours wearing just my underpants in very close proximity to Mira's cock! In private although she always affectionate, she still treated me little better than a servant and I loved it. After the stresses and deadlines of contract rig work there was something liberating about letting someone else take the decisions. Mira's intense personality simply overwhelmed me keeping me up in a haze of kinky sex that soon made Tawny just a fading memory. Never being the domineering type, I did not know how to stand up to a person like Mira and in truth I did not want to. Probably because Tawny had spent her working life as a bar hostess she had been a compliant lover but Mira was not and I felt like my position had flipped. I was the now the call girl and Mira the demanding client. It showed a couple of days into our burgeoning relationship when she gave me local network mobile phone. She soon made its purpose clear when she called me late the following morning and said simply. "I need Sue my apartment in half an hour!" I do not want to sound like all I did was suck her she cock because we also did all the usual dating activities dinner, clubbing, seeing shows and the like. We even had days with out sex, when we could have almost been a normal couple but even then there was always something about Mira that told everyone she was the dominant partner. I also learned not to upset her and to be careful when she got out of bed the wrong side because she had habit of demanding recompense. Mira loved to question me when I was blowing her. She would ask if I liked giving blowjobs and drinking her sperm. Since I could not say "Yes" with her cock going in and out of my mouth I had to answer with my eyes. Looking up her often leather clad form with my lips wrapped round her cock I loved the sight of her dominating eyes relishing my compliance. Before I knew it Mira had me addicted to both her and her cock, and on the odd days she playfully denied me I felt devastated. Little by little I was giving myself to her and how far I had fallen became clear when she said one evening. "Tonight I want to fuck!" Having spent the evening on my knees between her splayed legs licking and sucking her I was that turned on it never occurred to me that I would be the one getting penetrated. Well until she unceremoniously bent me over the bed and painfully took my virginity. It was like she was moving in slow motion as she drove her eight inches of shemale cock into my ass until her balls thwacked against mine! "Yeah babe!" she groaned, "You tight bitch," and making animalistic noises she slowly started fucking me. Jesus it hurt, but as she found her rhythm the pain faded, it still hurt but it also began to feel real good! Amazingly good... and it came as quite a shock when I realised that I sounded like Tawny did when I fucked her that first time, only I was not faking my moans and sluttish encouragements to fuck me! "You like having a cock in your ass as much as in your mouth don't you?" Mira gasped, wrenching my head back with my hair until my back was painfully arched and her lips close to my ears. "Now your my bitch?" In truth I hardly felt the discomfort or heard her words... I was aware only of her pumping cock going in and out my body. She was fucking me and my unintelligible answer was immaterial because she could hear the effect of her cock was having on me from my breathless yelps and moans of pain/pleasure. For the next three weeks I sucked and was fucked by Mira on a daily basis, and then with shocking suddenness the real world intervened it was time for me to return to work. Mira did not take to kindly to the news, but accepted it was inevitable. On my final night before jetting off to the States for an offshore contract upgrading the systems on the rigs in Galveston Bay, Mira gave me present that shocked and embarrassingly delighted me. While travelling to the airport she abruptly halted outside a tattoo and piercing parlour and led me inside. When we left I had my belly button pierced and permanently inked on my left bum cheek was 'Mira's' inside a girlie love heart! "Mira's?" I whispered when she told me what I had been given. "To show you are my bitch and make sure you never forget you're my cocksucker," Mira chuckled as she dropped me off only minutes before my check in closed. "I expect letters and will see you in a couple of months!" Going back to work was horrible, and I hated every minute. Having spent the last four weeks basically worshiping Mira cock, and getting fucked, her sudden absence left me feeling empty and lost. I found it hard to concentrate and impossible to recover my former single-minded attention to the job. Having to hide my piercing and tattoo did not help, forcing me to be even more introverted than normal and with in a week of being back I could see it in the expressions of my co-workers. They knew my time on the high roll was coming to an end and although no hint was given to me I knew they would be jockeying amongst themselves for my post. I have seen it happen and done the same in the past, secretly mocking my former colleagues when they announced they had met someone who was worth more than the mind-boggling rewards of the industry. Eight weeks and six days after I had left I was back, and there waiting for me at the arrivals gate was Mira! She was dressed to impress, wearing that same leather bustier dress and boots outfit she wore the night we met. "I'm glad you are back!" she snickered in the back of the taxi. "I have something for you?" Taking my hand she eased it up her skirt and placed it on her cock. For weeks I had dreamed of having her in my hand once more and I felt my cock respond almost painfully in my pants. Leaning towards me Mira fiercely kissed me in a way that sent my soul spinning, and I was unable to stop myself cumming in my pants as the taxi ride vanished in a flash. "What do you mean you're not going back?" Mira said sounding both angry and pleased when I told her that my days offshore were over. "How you pay to live here?" "Well I thought?" I managed to say before she angrily shoved my head back down on to her cock. "Cocksucker doesn't think!" Mira snapped. "Mira thinks for cocksucker!" "Where will you live?" More angry questions followed, and yet her cock got harder and harder as she itemised my lack of forethought. "What will you do?" I could not answer with her fucking my face and once she exploded in my mouth she halted any chance of me actually telling her that I planned to apply for the Islands IT managers post saying with a bit smile. "I have idea. Since you have Mira's on your ass and like to suck Mira's cock I keep you living with me as my bitch yes?" With my mouth full I told her 'yes' with my eyes. I was confused and not at all sure about what I was agreeing to but could not bare to be separated from her again. "You forget computers?" she demanded with her eyes flashing with determination, "Take citizenship look after house and suck and fuck when I want, yes?" Again she read agreement in my eyes and it made her stiffen all the more and adding almost as an afterthought in a sultry drawl. "Oh and one more thing, you live in my house, you do what I say." I am not sure how it happened but at that moment my life changed. I was no longer a free agent, I had agreed to serve her and Mira made dam sure I understood it. Since all I had ever worn at her flat was my underpants, Mira made me dress like that even when she had no intention of sex. I guess it was her way of making sure I understood the status quo of our new relationship, and as if to prove the point she locked all my clothes away in a cupboard so I had to ask her for clothing, which she just loved! I cooked, cleaned and washed for her. Learned how to brush her hair and paint her nails and was well rewarded with multiple daily doses of hot cum, and regular sexual marathons. Mira worked for the Islands Government and the first time I saw her dressed in a business suit for work she took my breath away. With her raven hair held back with a velvet hair bow and her face done in an understated way she still looked stunningly sexy and nothing like the dominant transsexual goddess who had captured my heart! Obviously our relationship was not all-just sex and we still went out as a couple but things had changed since my last visit. Then my suggestions about what we could do, and places we could see had been listened to, even if Mira usually ignored them, but now she did not even listen and just dictated when and where we went. Although she was curtailing my life dramatically I was hopelessly in love and willing went along with her demands. This went on for a couple of weeks before Mira decided that my plain briefs did nothing for her, and gave me the panties she had been wearing that day. Thinking that she wanted me to wash them I was about to scurry off to the kitchen and put them in to soak when Mira laughed. "Where do you think you are going?" "To put them in the sink?" I said confused. "No silly they're for you!" she laughed. "A present for my sexy cocksucker!" "A present?" "Yes!" she nodded. "Your pants are not pretty." Grasping my cock she pulled me back down saying, "I like the idea of seeing my cocksucker wearing sexy panties for me... Put on now please." Blushing I looked at the wispy satin high cut panties. They were cut to show a lot off ass, and when I drew them over my cock her dark eyes flashed as she snapped. "Not like that!" Pulling them back down, she grabbed hold of my cock and with out any ado had me yelping as she shoved my balls into their internal cavities and pushing my cock back between my legs she yanked my panties tightly up to keep it there saying with a growl. "Wear your panties properly... Like girl do!" Hooking my underpants from the end of the bed with her foot Mira grinned. "Oh and put these in the trash!" Both embarrassed and excited at what she had done to me I dropped my underpants in the bin never guessing that it would be the last time I would handle masculine underwear that belonged to me. With my cock tucked up like it was, I could not walk normally and had to sway from hip to hip which no doubt provided Mira with a lot of pleasure because by the time I was back she was already hard and beckoned me over whispering. "You know what to do bitch!" Telling me what a good cocksucker I had become and how pretty my ass looked with my love heart tattoo framed by my panties Mira rewarded me with a facial. A day or so later she decided that now I wearing her panties, my body hair ruined their prettiness, and led me down stairs to the hairdressers bellow. With out blinking in the slightest at the sight of me wearing nothing more than a pair of thong panties and an ankle chain the owner listened to Mira's request before leading me into a back room and waxing my body. "You like Mira," the woman sniffed when I tried to make friends. "And I make you look right, like Mira," She silenced any further attempts by taking care of my pubes first. It hurt like hell and left me with only a narrow inch long strip of pubic hair directly above my cock. My yelps and yowls of pain elicited little more than a few snickers of pleasure, as she continued her torturous work on my arms, legs and chest before flipping me unceremoniously over and doing the same to my back! Mira was delighted with my newly hairless look, and in the bout of sex and sucking that followed I wallowed in her sexual domination of my soul. I was later to regret my enthusiastic response to her love making after I had been waxed because two weeks later I not only had a waxed body to thank the woman in the hairdressers for, but also narrow arched eyebrows, triple pierced ears and blonde hair! Mira's view of me had changed I was no longer her cocksucking British boyfriend. Oh I was still her cocksucker and regular fuck, but she no longer saw me as a boyfriend, instead she just decided that since I had not complained about her alterations in my look I was a transsexual like her and by the time I realised what was happening Mira was too deeply involved in my forced feminisation to care what I thought. "Sue! You just a silly cocksucker like Tawny." Mira would laugh when I tried to make a point. "You like a maid? What do you know? Why should I listen to you? Perhaps I dye your skin and get you red sari so you look like a proper immigrant maid?" In terms of society status the lowest were transgendered and genetic girls mostly from the sub content working as maids to the upper classes. We were still going out, and although I still wearing my own clothes when we did, with my ears and newly blonde hair my image had changed. I tried to deny it deep down but I knew that instead a short nerdy looking bloke, I now looked decidedly androgynous if not girlie. Still being so enamoured by Mira, I took my queues from her, and if she liked things I tended to as well. We were in a bar one night when a couple of American guys started hitting on us in a way that shocked me! Mira on the other hand thought it was funny and introducing me as 'Sue,' accepted their offer of drinks and started flirting back. "That was fun!" Mira laughed, when she finally called it a night having deflected the guy's by saying she had to work in the morning. Giggling in the taxi about the night's activities she said. "You looked good on a real man's arm Sue!" Amused at my discomfort she laughed, "We must do that again!" I was in a state of semi shock! Another man had just kissed me! I had been in his shoes once and knew what it felt like to be fresh off the rig (well tanker in this case) with a pocket full of money and a hard-on! All night I had been fending off gropes and pinches... he had made it obvious that he wanted to fuck me! With my hand pressed to my face in horror I could still feel his designer stubble rubbing my neck as he ground his groin into my ass after he took Mira agreement to dance with his crewmate to mean that I would dance with him. My feminisation was stepped up another notch when we got back to her flat when Mira demanded that I learn to make 'proper' noises of appreciation when she fucked me, or I sucked her off. By proper of course she meant, 'slut speak' like "You feel sooo big... so strong," said in a sultry breathy cum fuck me tone. To aid my education Mira often brought home more than a few porn DVD's, and with out pushing the issue got me to begin to identify with the female, and female role performing shemales in them! Even though things were speeding up it still did not occur to me what Mira was doing and again I went compliantly along with her demands. With the amount of sex we indulged in it was not to long before making 'proper' noises during sex became habit for me, and as a reward Mira gave me a day off saying. "Sue you're looking pale! You need more sun. I think you should spend today sun bathing on the roof!" Mira had made herself a little sun garden on her roof and never one to let my objections or worries get in the way of a decision Mira led me up there, handed me a bag and then locked me out of the flat. Leaving me naked except for a towel with a bag-containing bottle of water, a romantic novel, a women's magazine, sun cream and a wide brimmed pink hat. Wondering what on earth had got into her I lifted the hat and saw underneath a pair of sunglasses and an electric pink padded bikini! I had seen the bikini top before it usually hung on the side of on her dressers mirror and had discovered its significance after I put it away. Getting home she told me putting it back on her dresser that she kept it as a memento of the time before she got her boobs. Looking at it sat there I knew she had decided to use it once more, only this time she wanted it to fill its purpose on me! The roof was overlooked so I could not just bathe naked. Even in such a laid back place as Port William public nudity in the town areas was against the law. Thankfully in the doorway I was hidden from view and unless I wanted to spend all day crouched there I would have to wear at least the high cut bikini bottoms! Well trained by Mira I did not even think about it as I tucked my cock and slipped on the briefs. Noting to myself that they held me better than my ordinary panties, I stuck the hat on my head and the glasses on my face and stepped into the sun. Only to step back when I saw my reflection in the frighteningly close overlooking windows over the street. I could clearly see the people though the windows and I knew my blonde hair, and electric pink-framed tattooed bum would eventually be seen and attract attention! Wearing a floppy pink hat, with a flat front to my bikini panties my reflection looked wrong... Hell even my shadow looked wrong with a flat chest! I suddenly knew Mira planned this she would not have given me the full costume if she had not intended I should wear it and if I made even the slightest peep of complaint she would say she did not ask me to wear it and it was my own decision not hers. Not that she had left me any choice at all given how much she had already changed my look! From a distance with my hair and pink bikini bottoms, with out tits I looked well stupid! Mira must have know that I would not have the guts to just stroll out topless and admit to all who saw me that I was a tranny sun bathing. Oddly I was more afraid of getting pegged as a tranny, than I was of being seen as a girl. It did not occur to me that having been worked on by the hairdresser, who gossiped with everyone that the neighbours already believed I was just another repressed western transvestite stepping into the ladyboy life! After a struggle with the catch I slipped on the bikini the top and straight away the padded cups made my shadow look normal. Well as normal as it could look, given that it was girl's shadow I was casting! I guess I was more worried about not appearing 'normal' than the sun I quickly sun creamed myself and intensely aware that I was in full view of the window opposite I arranged the parasol and made myself comfortable of the sun lounger. Rather foolishly I did not check the factor of the sun cream or consider the effect that twelve hours sunning was going to have on my skin, because by the time Mira got home from work the outline of the bikini had been branded on to my skin. "Now you look like me!" Mira joked gleefully as I stepped from the shower "You're wearing a sexy bikini all the time!" I could read in her eyes the joy and hungry lust she felt and her clear delight about my sun marked body distracted me from the disquiet I felt seeing my branded body naked. With my blonde hair, shaped brows, triple earrings, pierced belly button and bikini lined body... I looked like one of the novice tranny's that touted for business in the red light quarter. Giving me a quick kiss as she stripped off Mira abruptly stopped and licked her lips. Having been in the sun all-day and fresh out of the shower my lips were a little dry and with a grin Mira fixed them with a dose of her lipstick and gloss. Laughing, "Now your lips will look as good to fuck as they feel," Mira laughed, passing me the lipstick growling with hunger as she pressed me to my knees. "Keep it Sue, you'll need to fix your lips later!" Her hands twisted into my hair she said with that dominating timbre in her tone that went straight to my arousal centres. "You want?" Gently slapping her swelling cock over my face she laughed at my futile attempts to capture her with my mouth, giggling, "Say please?" "Please?" I said unable to deny her as she taunted me with her shemale meat until I was begging to suck her cock, then she silenced me by thrusting her cock into my mouth. "With red lips, you're starting to look like a real cocksucking bitch Susie!" Mira giggled as she leant back on the wall controlling my movements with her hands. "You keep them pretty from now on! So Mira know Susie is ready for my cock!" Susie? The name alteration chilled me... We had watched a porn DVD and the female lead in the film had been called Susie. Naturally I could not answer her, but she saw the disquiet in my eyes and growled excitedly. "Do my blowjob properly... Imagine you are Susie like in DVD, look in my eyes and make yummy sounds like she did! Sound like that for Mira, Susie, show me what a good blowjob girl you are?" On my knees feeling the taste of lipstick and her cock I tried to do as she asked, I gave her the adoring looks through my fringe of grown out hair, made the right sounds and played with her balls... I must have done something right, because in what had to be record time for Mira she yanked her cock from my mouth and pumped her thick seed all over my face taking great delight in covering my lips! "You're a good cocksucker Susie!" she laughed breathlessly, "And what do good cocksucker's do?" "Good cocksucker's clean their lovers cock Mira." I blushed, even though I had said the words hundreds of times before. She had always insisted that I cleaned up, and I had got to like the feeling of her subsiding cock under my tongue. "Little licks and sucks Susie. Think like blowjob girls do!" Mira said before laughing with a hint of mockery. "It should be easy for you after all you blonde with red lips like a blowjob girl's?" I felt a little ashamed of myself... but even through that shame I adored Mira and did as she wished saying in that sultry tone she had taught me, "Oh yes Mira, I love your cock," The thing was I did and it never occurred to me that I was holding her cock just off my mouth in almost exactly the same pose as Tawny had done for me. I could feel the tendrils of her cum running from my painted lips, only this time it was my hair being grasped... Looking up at her sat where I had once been... she took my breath away! Pushing me abruptly away once I had finished cleaning her up, Mira grinned. "Susie looks at yourself, mussed hair and cummy lips? You like a slut!" Playfully she snapped, "Clean your self up, do your hair and lips we don't have all night!" "Are we going out?" I asked buoyed up but her sudden cheerful humour. "Yes but for nothing important," She grinned looking me up and down, "We need to do some shopping," Because of the awesome heat of the early afternoon sun now that it was high summer pretty much everywhere closed around one for a couple of hours and then reopened until around 9pm. "What shall I wear?" I asked, noticing that when I washed my face that giving Mira the blowjob and getting facial only removed the gloss leaving lips still strident red. Taking a quick look at the tube, I felt another chip fly off my vanishing masculine identity when I read, 72- hour colourfast lipstick and gloss. "Susie!" Mira gurgled happily when she saw me with the tube via the mirror "Let me watch," Her bright dark eyes in the mirror drained my will power until all I could do was blush and with a slight shaking in my hand run the shiny gloss over my lips! "See told you!" Mira giggled hopping out of the shower. "You have blowjob girls lips!" I did to! May be the lipstick had something in it, but my lips looked bigger, plumper and oddly erotic. Opening the cupboard containing my things Mira pulled out a pair of jeans and tossed them at me. "Wear these." But instead of one of my own shirts Mira handed me a top of hers, saying, "With this." It was a blue satin camisole, and I knew what it would tell anyone who saw me, but I still put it on. Mira had been watching the play of emotions on my face with interest and handed me a pair of wedge-heeled backless sandals saying. "These will look good on you Sue?" Tilted forwards by the wedge heels I was forced to push my pelvis out and keep my shoulders back which lifted the camisole to create a gap above my jeans that was enough to show a flash of sliver at my belly button. "You know!" Mira chuckled as we walked along the sidewalk. Well she walked I was sort of shuffling until I got the hang of having shoes slapping my feet with every step. "Another tattoo would look good, here, or may be here?" A manicured nail tapped the base of my back and my shoulder. "You have a good figure Sue and should show it off more?" More interested in keeping my balance I agreed, not really listening or watching were she was taking me. Normally when Mira and I went 'shopping' of an evening in the town she meant just browsing round with out purchasing anything. Tonight however she was walking with a purpose and struggling to keep up it took me most of the kilometre down to the shops to learn how to walk in the wedges with out either kicking them off my feet or falling out of them. Knowing her usual routine I got a surprise when she suddenly veered off down a side street and straight into a shop. With out any warning Mira called to a Chinese looking girl stocking a rack. "Mai-Lin? Susie here needs tits what you got?" An enormous selection of false boobs was the answer. "Nice tan Susie," Mai-Lin said after getting me slip off my camisole. "I'm Mai," and with out any further introduction started to measure my chest, and the white un-tanned patches of skin. I saw her smile as she looked across at Mira asking, "You've not still got the pink bikini I made for you have you?" "Old faithful?" Mira grinned, "Oh yes!" "Well this will be easy then!" Mai laughed back already reaching for a particular pair of boobs. When we left the shop, I was blushing like a beacon because firmly cemented on to the skin of my chest was a pair of bobbling c-cup breasts that had just taken a $300 dent out of my debit card. I did not even notice that Mira had my cards until Mai handed me the PIN machine where I read in the display. 'Prosthetic breasts, C-cup semi permanent' and 'Cement prosthetic.' One look at Mira's face had my number in the machine before Mai lent me back and put the things on me. God did she do a number on my chest. Semi permanent was the truth because when I was allowed to sit up 'my' tits remained fixed in place and with the aid of a little makeup looked like they were part of me! My jeans vanished at the next shop. Mira was looking at skirts and seeing one she liked she handed it to me and pointed at the changing booth. She did not have to raise her voice, or overtly force me and I reappeared wearing a short denim mini skirt. I knew from previous shopping trips when she had bought me panties that not thanking her invariably led to more trouble and when she asked. "Like it Susie?" I pirouetted and answered looking at my reflection hiding most my self- disgust. "Oh yes, its very sweet, but don't you think it's a little short?" "Nonsense!" Mira laughed, asking the shop assistant, "Can Susie wear it to go?" Again Mira handed over my card, and when the shop assistant looked at her oddly she said something in the local Dutch/Polynesian dialect that was to fast for me to comprehend. "Oh! How silly of me!" The shop assistant gave me a bright smile as Mira who had obviously seen my PIN took the machine and punched my number in nodding as the assistant added. "You need to contact the bank Susie, and get them to change the name on your card." "What did you tell her?" I worriedly asked when we were back on the sidewalk. "Nothing that concerns you Susie!" Mira laughed, mixed in with her gaiety was a flash of annoyance that I'm sure prompted her to look critically at her nails (nails which I knew were perfect because I did them for her that morning) and say brightly. "I know lets go get our nails done!" There was no arguing with her and twenty minutes later I was sat besides her kicking myself as I watched in stunned silence as my nails were extended and painted a bright Barbie pink. By now I should have learned that questioning any of Mira decisions about me only led to more alterations. I had questioned her when she decided to get my hair done blonde, and earned myself six earrings, moaning about getting my body waxed again added my eyebrows to the list and now my stupid questioning had earned me high maintenance nails and matching toes to my list of feminine attributes. By the time Mira treated me to dinner at a high-end harbour side restaurant that one mistake had resulted in a MAC shop makeover and $300 of make up, a $100 'clubbing' dress and $120 matching heels all of which went my charge card which still read Mr Stuart Donald. Thankfully I managed to keep to the breathy excitable tones she like and told her often enough how much I liked everything, how sexy and how much fun trying things on was having. Basically Mira liked me to behave like an excitable flirty way and after living with her for almost five months I found myself gushing to the make up artist about how pretty she had made me look naturally enough that Mira finally slowed her onslaught on my bank account. She did not stop shopping though, buying me the big hoop earrings and the dangling chandeliers that now hung in my ears and the slim feminine watch and bracelets that now decorated my wrists. "How long have you been here now?" Mira asked, halting at a perfume counter and getting me liberally dosed with the scent that she said I just had to buy. "Coming up five months, why?" I asked, vaguely aware that my tourist visa lasted a year. "You need a local bank account then!" Mira said glancing at her watch. "We might as well as do it now," and led me to the State Bank. Where under her eagle-eyed gaze I was seen by the manager and filled in god knows how many forms and notifications to move my banking from the UK to here. The bank manager did not blink when Mira said that her shy friend needed to get a local bank account in the name of Susan Donald handing over my passport, driving licence and bank cards, but he sure blinked when he saw my balances. "Well Miss Donald." He grinned reading the form. "Sorry Doctor... I'll need these for a few days?" He tapped my documents, as Mira said. "That will be fine Susie will be with me." "Excellent," the bank manger beamed tapping my balance. It was a figure that brought a faint gasp from Mira when she caught a glimpse. "With this I foresee no problems with you applications, now if you can give me a few details?" It was the usual stuff, place and date of birth, previous address, and occupation. "I'm a computer design analyst," I answered wondering what Mira was looking annoyed about as she asked for a sponsorship and guarantor application. "Certainly Ms. de'Klerk," The manager said handing her the form with a look of surprise. I guess if I had been a little more alert I would have picked up on the managers reaction but I was that shocked by everything that had happened I missed his momentary look of surprise. I soon forgot about her dark looks as I signed half the papers as Stuart, and scarily the other half as Susan before the manager got me to stand against the wall for a digital photograph. Thinking it was just for the security photo on the back of the local banks cards I did not really think much of it when he called in someone else to witness a couple of signatures one of which was on a sponsorship form Mira had filled in. "Now don't worry your head about anything my dear," As the forms were finalised the manager's attitude seemed to change as he said to me in a very patronising tone as he ushered us out. "Now don't worry about anything Susan I can take care of everything thing you need from here to insure that you are made a part of our happy little island in the next couple of weeks." "Just a standard application will do," Mira said with a faint smile. "As Susie going to be working for me aren't you?" "Oh yes," I said with a bedazzled smile at her. "Fine." He shrugged addressing Mira, "But with her resources Ms. de'Klerk such an arrangement is not necessary?" "Susie's quite happy to have me as her sponsor and just wants to be treated like of one the girls, don't you honey?" Mira grinned at me and I just nodded happily and said. "Oh yes." "Well if that's how you wish it Susie, I'll see that you forms are processed with Ms. de'Klerk listed as your sponsor this evening," He smirked handing us over to his secretary who showed us out. I should have paid more attention to his words more carefully but the all I could think of was in a couple of days I would have new debit and credit cards. Cards identifying me solely as Miss Susan Donald when it came to my finances and it put me off my dinner, almost as much as the pulling and swaying of my new boobs, and the sight of the pink nails that had held the pen when I signed my old identity away. "Why did you lie to the bank manager and tell him you were a computer programmer Susie?" Mira asked as we walked back. "I told you that life is over!" "I guess it is now?" I half laughed, unsure of how I felt. Everything had happened so quickly and having eaten next to nothing the two large glasses of wine I had drunk left me feeling a giddy and light headed. "You are my immigrant housemaid that is all!" "I am?" I gushed hampered by shopping bags clinging to her arm. "Yes." She smirked at me in a shop window and said. "That it is what it will say on you island residency card." "But?" "Computer programmer?" Mira sniffed amused. "What ever next? You are a maid Susie that is all!" "Identity card?" I asked. "What identity card?" "The one you will get with your bank cards to replace your UK passport and documents until this time next year when you have earned the right to a full set of Port William documents," Mira said waving for a taxi and adding as if it was of no consequence. "Earned?" I whispered, suddenly recalling numerous tasteless jokes about Port William girls not being girls. "Earned!" Mira chortled. "Oh the bank manager might have been impressed with your bank balance Doctor Miss Donald!" she laughed, "But as far as the Island's government and laws are concerned you are just Susan Donald, another immigrant wannabe lady/boy working 'her' sponsorship as the housemaid of a well respected government official." "But I was going to apply for the computer contract for the Island systems upgrade?" I said. "Pity but no?" Mira smiled. "Because the application for residency shows me as your sponsor all your work history and the like was on my form and I seem to have forgotten to mention your qualifications and professional career," She sniffed and added, "Not that it matters Susie doses not need qualifications to clean and suck cock." With a condescending laugh she said, as I looked at her in mute surprise, "Still I did the important part I ticked the box as employer and legally declared that you came to Port William in the knowledge that my employment was for a transitioning servant transgendered." Even though I was a little dizzy from the wine her words finally sank in and I sat beside her in stunned silence. In the window of the taxi I could see my reflection. I looked feminine and had been legally registered a transitioning female which meant under island law that I would be fined if I did not dress and behave publicly in a feminine way. The original inhabitants of the island believed that gender was chosen and in a quirk of island law that belief had been enshrined in law. Transvestites were accepted in every stratum of society but the down side was that the islands laws said that if you publicly appeared as transvestite then you were female, and insisted that you stayed that way! The shape of breasts under my camisole almost had me in tears because under island law now that Mira had publicly acknowledged me as a Transvestite I was legally obliged to start on treatments that would result in me growing a pair! Slipping out of the taxi I hardly looked at my shockingly girlish reflection in the hairdressers window. Paying for the taxi, Mira smirked at my expression and said, "Come Susie your employer needs her immigrant serving girl to suck her cock dry!" The way she said it, that nonchalant assurance that for the next twelve months I was dependent on her sent a strange scary rush of submission through me. I could not help myself. I followed her up to the flat and slipped to my knees before her. With a breathy giggle, I found her cock rising to meet my lips as I gently kissed the tip. Lovingly caressing the slit with the end my tongue I was giving Mira a full on blowjob and she loved it! Like all tourists I had read and crudely joked with my fellow male holidaymakers about the islands legal peculiarities. Like them I had laughed at the tasteless jokes about how unwary pretty looking lads could find themselves as Port William girls. Recalling the lyrics of one particularly amusing bawdy song about how a pretty boy was tricked into becoming a girl in Port William the lyrics no longer seemed quite so funny. Mira was fucking my face with vindictive smile on her face as she laughed. "Did I tell you that it's my department that will process your forms Susie?" I did not and said 'no' to her with my eyes tempering the negative with a well-practiced longing look. "No doubt one of my night staff is processing your application right now and when they are done you won't have any qualifications, driving licence or identity except what I put in your sponsored immigration form. You just be another immigrant, a silly transvestite willing to work on her knees for a year as a housemaid and whore!" Her cock almost ripped though my neck as she emphasised the word 'whore.' "That is your new life Susie!" Mira painfully twisted my hair so she could gaze in my eyes as she said. "So forget all this about computers! If you leave my employ before your years sponsorship then." Her eyes blazed with sated revenge as she growled. "Your contract would be put up for auction and you would most likely find yourself discovering what the life of a state employed shemale hostess is all about!" Her strokes were speeding up, starting to make me gag and struggle to keep up with her pumping. Her hands started pulling on my hair painfully and with a powerful thrust of her hips she started to fire a wave of cum deep into my mouth. "Fuck!" she groaned jerking and shuddering as she hissed. "Bitches like you Susie... Don't need to know how to turn a computer on!" Jerking her cock from my mouth she sprayed my face with hot fresh cum gasping, "Or at least you won't when I'm done with you girl!" "Why Mira?" I asked much later. I had just let her take me bent over a chair with my new boobs swaying free in clear view of the window. I could feel her cum dripping from my ass and felt the tip of her cock playing with it as she calmed down from her assault on my body! "Why what Susie," she said in that affectionate post orgasmic haze. "Why did you take me to the Bank and process me like that?" "Because I could!" Mira chuckled. "And frankly you deserved it, you're to good a cocksucker not to be my kept bitch." "Deserved it?" "It was a man like you used to be a wealthy western man, who took Tawny away from me," She grinned I could feel it in her breathing. "Now I've taken you!" Her breathing was playing on my pieced earrings and although her words shocked me it did feel sexy and very nice. It was like I no longer had any control over my body as I cooed. "You have yes," and started rubbing my ass back against her enticingly even though I knew I was doing it? "Mummm!" Mira murmured saying, "But then she mentioned you. A wealthy oil worker who was more interested in sucking than being sucked, that interested me." "Why?" I asked, aware that she was coming off cloud nine. "Your former species oil workers... I hate them, obscenely rich... you fly here treat the place as an excuse for sex fun and more sex, before jumping on a plane and forgetting it ever happened!" Mira growled, and worryingly I felt her hand twisting into my hair as she bent my head back and hissed, "Well now one of you is going to learn what its like. You came here to fuck a shemale... Well Mr Oil Man how doses it feel to be the shemale, wearing your tiny dress and uncomfortable heels getting fucked?" I could not answer her. Reading my body language she said in a more affectionate tone. "Then there was the issue about how I felt about you. I wanted you Susie, more than I have ever wanted someone before! In sponsoring you I can have you and," she punctuated her words with a spank on my arse. "It insures that your life with me was on my terms!" I could feel her cock had risen again with my gyrations and shoving it in me, she sighed, "That's why!" Dragging me to the bed impaled on her cock, she thrust me down and fucked me mercilessly until she came. Feeling like I had been used I felt her roll off me and on to the bed as she demanded, "Clean my cock and tongue my ass Susie." Humiliated, shocked and well gob smacked I lay there and licked her cock, balls and ass until she rolled over, and not much later started snoring. Half way down the bed I lay in a pit of self-recrimination and pity! I had finally seen just how far Mira was prepared to force my adoption of a publicly transvestite life but by the time I did it was to late and Mira had trapped me into legally committing to it. No matter what I did, the law on the island was explicit because Mira had ticked the box saying I was an indentured immigrant, I was bound to her or the state for twelve months and the fact that I had more than enough money to buy a residency did not come into it. The law said that as I had come to the island to work, then I had to spend a year working and if I lost my job, because Mira had not listed my professional qualifications they did not exist. Lay there in the dark unable to get comfortable with the presence my false boobs on my chest I shockingly realised that by the time I woke up in all likelihood there would be no record that I as Dr Stuart Donald was still on the island. Oddly next morning I woke up with a start having in the end slept better than I could ever have expected. I was lay on my back and my boobs had sagged one to either side, and it was the strangest of sensations. The crushing horror that had kept me awake, the night before had faded and been replaced with almost a sense of gratitude. God know why I felt grateful but I did and still felt that way even when I looked at the clock and saw that by now my name really was Susan that legally I was no longer male. Under Island law Mira actions in the bank had made sure that I had registered for residency as a female- TS preoperative. I realised how much I had changed when it seemed like a good idea to dive under the sheets and show Mira that I was not going to hold a grudge against her for what she had done. "Mmmmm," she moaned a sleepily as I put five months of practice to the test. I might have been a late starter when I started sucking cock at 27, but I had got to love doing it... And getting fucked was almost as good, I dreamily told myself as I bobbed my head on Mira morning 'glory.' That I was legally bound to her could not be so bad. I had been her unofficial housemaid since I returned to the Island, and thinking about it I could understand why she wanted to put things on a more official basis. If I lived with her for more than six months I could have claimed we were a co-habiting couple and being the legally the male partner I could claim Mira as a concubine or even wife, and that was something Mira would never accept. So long as she was single the Islands legal peculiarities protected her rights, however if she ever married then that peculiar mix of Indian, Islamic and Polynesian heritage showed it gave her husband or long term male partner most of the rights including making her quit her job and keep her home if he so chose. Mira had worked to hard to get her job and having avoided the pitfalls that tripped up many shemales in Port William she was just one promotion away from genuine power in the Island management. I should have guessed that regardless of how much she loved me (which she did) there was no way she would all that at risk for me. It did not occur to me that at the end of the year if Mira wanted to make us a co-habiting couple then as my employer then she could. Since the Dutch side of the islands heritage gave same sex couples the legal rights to marry even though male to female transsexuals were banned from masculine expression as my former sponsor she would automatically be given 'Husband' rights with the union. "And good morning to you Susie," Myra laughed lifting the cover and looking down at me cleaning her up with an impish grin on my face. She gave me a strange questioning look and asked, "I take it you're not still pissed at me about last night then?" Giving her a last lick, I kissed my way up her body and said. "I was not pissed off last night... Shocked, horrified and scared yes, but never pissed off," I blushed, "I've never been pissed off at you Mira." Mira grinned and grabbing my jaw in her hands gave me a long demanding kiss before saying. "If I didn't have to go to work I'd..." as her alarm suddenly started buzzing, which was my queue to got make breakfast... like a good housemaid. "Don't forget unless you're with me with out ID you cannot go out?" Mira said as she vanished out of the door. She had a point as well, the Islands security force were very strict about people carrying ID and failure to provide always meant a night in the cells, which for some one of my new legal status effectively meant a night would lead to me being fucked by any man in my holding cell who fancied my ass! Since I had spent yesterday on the roof. I had two days of washing up and laundry to do, and was kept busy until Mira phoned around eleven. "Susie!" she said in her no-nonsense I busy at work phone voice. "A colleague of mine, Ms Van Dorn will be calling for you in about half an hour. I would like you to be wearing what you had on last night, with one of my halter necked tops, and for gods sake make sure you are on your best behaviour as Ms. Van Dorn will be your overseer during your years sponsorship and to be honest I'd rather not spend the next year with her poking into our lives any more than she has to." "Overseer?" I asked. "Overseer. You're an imported immigrant maid now remember," Mira laughed. "Ms. Van Dorn is coming to take you for a compulsory medical examination and enrol you for citizenship classes. Just do as you are told, say thank you a lot and be a good girl... because you'd better be," Her tone took on that edge as she said. "I have a reputation to uphold and if I find out that you have muddied it there will be hell to pay!" "I won't," I promised, never realising how had to keep it would be. "I know Susie," Mira laughed. "Now as it will take most of the afternoon. I shall collect you from the employment board when you are done. If I am not there when you come out just wait on your best behaviour at reception." "Okay," I said to the sound of her putting the phone down. "Hello" she glanced at a form, "Susie... I'm Lucy Van Dorn," My guest said, walking in and giving me a bright smile that did not reach the pair of calculating grey eyes that dominated her face. "And I will be overseeing you application for citizenship." Recalling Mira's advice about smiling and being polite I said, "That's very good of you Ms, thank you." "The correct form of address is Madam, Susie," Ms Van Dorn said in a kind but firm tone, "because I am a lady above your station and gentleman would be addressed as Sir, unless he is the partner of your Mistress sponsor, when with he would of course be addressed Master understand?" "Yes Madam," I said feeling a little confused. I knew Port William government and society was somewhat feudal but Master and Mistress? "Excellent," she said taking hold of my arm and leading me out into the bright lunchtime sun. When the hairdresser downstairs saw me in Ms Van Dorn's company she gave me such a smirk of amused contempt as she whispered something into the ear of her client. I could feel both sets of eyes watching as I was led into a mini bus containing three other 'girls' I. There was something scary and final about hearing Ms Van Dorn lock the door behind me. "Martin, if you would?" she said to our driver and turned on her seat to face us. "Can any of you drive?" Ms Van Dorn asked, and the frightened looking unconvincing looking girl, dressed in a sari opposite me stuck up his hand and said in a Liverpool accent. "I do?" "Why is your colleague in error..." Her eyes scanned us before she looked at me and asked, "Susie?" Not expecting a picked out in front of others I blushed and said, "Because my sponsor did not indicate it in my list of skills and qualifications Madam?" "That's Mistress Sponsor, Susie," she cautioned. "A good answer but wrong. The reason is you are immigrants sponsored to work here as housemaids and under our laws you are considered to a concubine of your place of work, and on Port William concubines are not permitted to drive." Smiling round with a teacher like look that seemed to size us up Ms Van Dorn said, "Well since Susie's started, she can introduce herself first." Sat there, feeling slightly carsick I said, "Hello everyone I'm Susan and my Mistress Sponsor is Ms. Mira de'Klerk," Going a little green I added, "And I do not travel well in mini-busses." My face raised a giggle about the bus, as Ms Van Dorn pointed to the attractive tranny beside me. "Hi I'm Sandy, and I am being sponsored by Master Yoshi Matsu.." "Kaylin," a plump girl at the front said. "And my Sponsors are Master Ricardo and Mistress Julia Floyd-Patterson. "Kashmina?" said the rather unconvincing girl clasping her shaking hands together. "And my Master Sponsor is Mr Sanjiv Kapour." "We're here girls!" Ms. Van Dorn's voice sounded all jolly hockey sticks as she chivvied us from the bus into to comfortable lecture theatre. "Right then I'll say this now," Ms. Van Dorn said waving us to sit. "If any of you are having second thoughts? Tough it's to late now! You have all been processed, and no longer have any identity other than what your employer-sponsor has given you. Nothing you can do or say will change the fact that you are now legally transitioning female's and on Port William we do not pussy foot around with getting you looking and behaving like one. Today you will be assessed and begin hormone and behavioural therapy and you will find the effects of our treatments both rapid and effective." I guess we all had that penny dropping expression, because she smiled and for about half an hour lectured us on our responsibilities, rights (which did not take long because we did not have any, only our employers had rights) and our station at the bottom of society. From the outset Ms. Van Dorn made it clear that we were more like property than citizens. Just to leave our residence unaccompanied by law we had to wear a sari and veil, and were under strict unaccompanied twelve-hour curfew. We were limited on how far were permitted to stay from our residence when alone and were forbidden from talking to tourists. Since a tourist could be heavily fined if they were accused of molesting a traditional Islander and they knew to avoid anyone 'ethnically' dressed. The punishment was equally severe should we find ourselves in the presence of a stranger and do anything other that demurely say in the local dialect which only language we were permitted to use in public, "I am sorry sir." Ms Van Dorn had us all practising that phrase and others until she was satisfied with our progress and moved on to explain that as live in domestic staff, we were paid $50 a week. I felt a horrid sinking sensation in my stomach as she informed us that for the duration of our years sponsorship, any savings, investments and earnings were overseen by the state, and could only be accessed, discussed or managed in the presence of our sponsor. The more Ms. Van Dorn spoke the more alarmed I got... When Mira had said citizenship classes I though history and rights... and this was the exact opposite. A polished looking mature gentleman wearing a white coat strolled in rudely interrupting Ms Van. Dorn when he said, "Right then who's first?" "Oh hello, doctor," Ms. Van. Dorn said before turning to us and saying, "Say hello to Doctor Berg girls, and remember what I said about protocol expecting you as housemaids to curtsey to your betters." This was getting even more embarrassing but I said with the others. "Hello doctor," and gave him a wobbly unfamiliar curtsey. "Voices will need work?" he noted more to himself as he looked at the form, "Right then I'll start with Susan de'Klerk," Glancing at Ms. Van Dorn they swapped a look and then she glanced at me. A shiver of worry flicker down my back as I saw a dangerous look of anticipation in her eyes as she said with a flick of a finger, "Off you go Susie?" Susan de'Klerk what the hell was this I thought? At the same time Mira words about being polite and smiling jumped into my head. Warned by Ms Van. Dorn's look I bobbed my knees saying. "Thank you Madam." "Come along girl," the Doctor Berg said, leading me to a large medical examination room. Now I have had physicals and medicals before, but nothing prepared me for the examination I received. Every fluid, and I mean every fluid was sampled and rushed away for immediate testing. I was prodded poked and inspected both internally and externally, while being subjected to a battery of mental agility questions. "Good specimen." The doctor glanced at his