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For Friends and Family Part 12 - Misogynists Don't Rule Thank you very much for your reviews on the last chapter, I was very worried about posting it but I felt it would add to the story. As we'd decided on a girly night in, we checked on our stock of pamper items we had left at home and decided that we could really have a good time. Amy then shocked me by saying, "I wonder if mum fancies a night of pampering - it could do her good." "Amy," I spluttered, "she's your mum, and after all I'm not a true girl, how would she feel, I mean, well, we'll be naked and such." Amy chortled and managed to say between laughing at my discomfort, "Look Nicky, you are more feminine than some natural women, anyhow let's let mum decide - ok." I agreed somewhat reluctantly, telling myself that I could be seeing a lot more naked women (apart from Amy) in the future. I heard talking and assumed that mum had agreed, Amy came in with two bottles of wine each in a cooler jacket, mum then followed with three glasses and a big box of chocolates. She came over and kissed me saying, "Thanks darling for suggesting this, you are right this is just what I needed a bit of pampering with my two beautiful daughters; oh and don't worry, as far as I'm concerned you are my daughter." As mum went to her bedroom to get her wrap and some lingerie I said to Amy, "You told mum it was my idea?" the minx smiled innocently and nodded, then she said "and mum was thrilled we were including her - right I'll start filling the Jacuzzi." Mum came in with a beautiful taupe satin wrap, with lashing of lace, it was gorgeous and I couldn't help but comment on it, mum smiled and produced a sexy pair of matching panties and a baby doll nightie, "I thought I'd give your father a treat tonight" she grinned, "I hope one of you two are good at waxing, as I've let this go a bit, and want to feel all soft and smooth." I assured her that we could wax, as we did this for each other, and I admitted that Amy said I was quite good at it. Amy walked into the room then and asked "quite good at what?" "Waxing" I told her. "Oh yes' she said "and if you want your bikini line done Nicky's great, not too much pain." I flushed bright red, mum must have seen this but ignored it simply saying "great Nicky, I need my bikini line tidying up - maybe you could shape my ..... you know around there." Amy butted in saying "she's good at that too, I'll show you what she did to mine." I'm going to kill my 'sister' her and her big mouth, just because I had shaped he pubic hair into a cute little heart, now the woman I thought of a mum wanted it doing - oh god, this is going to be so embarrassing! Mum then stripped off, I mean totally, Amy followed, and somewhat reluctantly so did I, mum looked at my false vagina and said very matter of factly, "You look really natural dear, if I hadn't known I would never have known you were not a natural girl." She took my hand and said, "Look sweetheart relax, you are a girl to me, my daughter, so let's have fun, I'm so looking forward to this." I mentally shrugged my shoulders and decided (as I have done many times) to 'go with the flow' as mum slipped into her wrap, I slid my purple satin wrap over my smooth shoulders and followed mum into the bathroom. The bathroom was a haven of tranquillity, scented candles, i-pod in a docking station playing soothing music, the Jacuzzi looking wonderful soothing skin softening additive made it bubble gently, steam was rising from the surface. I was still feeling a bit awkward but seeing mum slip off her gown, and Amy as naked as the day she was born, reassured my and after a moments hesitation I slip my wrap off and we climbed into the hot soothing waters. I poured each of us a glass of white wine (the only sort to have in a hot bath (according to the "Law of Amy') Mum opened the chocolates and put them where we could all get to them, saying "I want the box finished along with the wine - understand girls" We settled back sipping wine and chatting away, for her age and considering she had born two children mum's breasts were still quite firm and young looking. The conversation got around to me, with mum telling me that when the idea was first proposed she thought it was crazy, that it would never work, but seeing me now, she realised that not only would it work, it would be a spectacular success! She went on to tell me that I was Nichola in every respect, well nearly every respect. A bit worried I asked her where was I not like Nichola, she smiled sadly and replied "well for one thing you darling are much stronger, and will not be easily lead" I smiled at this and responded, "Well that's a good thing - isn't it?" "Oh yes," she answered, being curious I asked was there any other way I'm not like Nichola. "Well" mum answered you don't do some of her mannerism's, Amy commented we never thought of those mum, we have spent all out time getting her comfortable as Nicky" I nodded wondering what mannerism's I had to perfect in the short time we had before I truly started work. Mum continued, "The main one is the way she raises her right eye-brow when she's curious or questioning about something, then there's the way she plays with a pen or pencil when in meetings." Amy butted in, "And the way when she is proposing something she always starts with 'what do you think if' she always says that." Mum nodded, then continued, "And the way she purses her lips when she's bored." Amy butted in again, "And the way she ends a sentence like it's a question, with a higher inflection in her voice like an Australian, oh and the way she wrinkles her nose when she laugh's." By now I was getting really worried, this had only just been mentioned, I should have been practicing this for the last month! Worriedly I broke in, "Look there's only so much I can get used to in the next week or so, and it's going to be hard to do that, so why don't I learn the ones you two think are the main ones?" This caused a heated discussion between Mum and Amy, I lay back in the hot water sipping wine and practicing raising my right eyebrow, which isn't easy to do, they argued for a good fifteen minutes while I practiced my eyebrow lifting. "That it dear," mum said. Amy said, "That's what mum?' That's how Nichola rises her eyebrow." This was directed at me, and to be honest I couldn't remember how I had lifted my eyebrow when mum had said that. We got out of the Jacuzzi and patted ourselves dry, then we went for our waxing before rubbing soothing lotion onto our bodies, Amy did me first while mum sat and sipped her wine, then I waxed Amy, a task I loved doing as she had a beautiful body, then between us we did mum, at first I was very embarrassed to trim her pubic hairs then give her a Brazilian, while Amy waxed her legs, soon mum was as smooth and hairless as we were, we then gently massaged the soothing softening lotion all over her body, after which Mum did the same to me and Amy - I now felt really at ease, I really enjoyed these feminine activities. All three of us slipped into skimpy panties and matching satin baby doll nighties with satin, chiffon and lace, they barely covered our vital parts, mum giggled and commented, "I hope your Father appreciates all this work." "Mum" Amy gasped. "Really" All three of us were now a bit tipsy mum chortled, "Well Amy MacKinnon I would imagine you and your sister are going to enjoy yourselves in bed later." "Mum, really," we both gasped in unison. She looked at us smiling and said, "I wasn't born old, I've lived as well - really you young think you invented sex!" We decided to stop there as mum was winning hands down, so we completely cleansed our faces and neck and face packs were next together with manicures and pedicures finally eye brow plucking, after about four hours of absolute indulgence there were three perfectly groomed women all very tipsy and all very happy. AND mum and Amy had decided that I should concentrate on the eyebrow raise, The cute wrinkling of my nose and the Australian inflection as we called it (apologies to Australians reading this), but I should keep in mind the other traits. It was now past ten in the evening, mum was ready to leave, but before she left she embraced us both saying, "Thank you girls, I have had such a good time, I really needed pampering, and my two lovely daughters have done just that. - Now I must go and seduce your father." And with that she left leaving Amy and I looking at each other with our mouths open. I walked towards Amy and slid my hand around her waist saying, "It seems a shame to waste all that work." She snuggled into me and took control, I slipped into the submissive one in our girl on girl love making, letting Amy call the shots. She led me to the bed and opening the bedside table produced the vibrator, a shudder ran through me and I sighed, "Ohhhh." She switched it on and suggestively licked the vibrating head. "Come here my little vixen," she purred. Eagerly I got closer and she lay me down on the bed, whispering "I'm going to make you cum to within an inch of your life my beautiful gorgeous sister" her lips latched onto mine and she thrust her tongue into my mouth, I eagerly sucked on it, then I gasped as the vibrator was gently applied to my stiff nipples I moaned in pleasure, my nipples seemed to get even harder, she slid down my body, kissing sucking probing, she reached my vagina and made my put my legs over her slender shoulders, her mouth and tongue probed and found my man clittie waiting for her, expertly she milked me, the vibrator was being worked all around my groin, the sensations I was feeling were intense, I whimpered and orgasmed, bucking my hips and arching my back, Amy continued lapping and sucking at my man clittie then I gave a squeal as she inserted the vibrator into my rose bud. NOW that feeling was intense, I was being licked and sucked, my man clittie was ready to spurt cum again, then the vibrator was up to its soft balls in my cute feminine booty, I was in heaven, I orgasmed again bucking and writhing squealing in ecstasy, whimpering, begging and pleading for more, which Amy was delighted to give me. It was amazing that without getting a erection I could cum as much as I wanted to, just like a woman, and strangely each orgasm was more intense than the last. Soon I was totally spent, my hair clung to my head wet with perspiration, a sheen of sweat covered my body, all I could do was lay there in absolute bliss as Amy, beautiful Amy licked up my body, sucked my ultra sensitive nipples and took me in her arms stroking me as I trembled like a leaf in the bliss of multiple orgasms. "Enjoy that my little sister" she whispered as she caressed me, all I could do was moan and snuggle into her, she whispered "just think what it would be like with your own pussy" I was just thinking the same and managed to answer, "MMmmmmmm." She gently kissed me and whispered, "It's sleep time my little princess." "But what about you?" I anxiously asked her, she hugged me close, saying I have had enough orgasms bringing you to your climaxes. I snuggled into her and said drowsily, "I love you sis." Amy squeezed me and whispered, "And I love you Nichola, so very, very much." With that we slipped off into sleep, sometime during the night I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up, going back to bed I stared at Amy innocently asleep, she looked gorgeous, a slight smile on her lips, hair awry, I realised then that I loved her more as a woman than I ever did as a man, smiling at that thought I slid into bed and spooned up to her and slipped off into sleep. We woke up about eight thirty, as the guy's were picking us up at ten and we had to get ready, also we were going back to London on the last train, ready for work on Monday. We showered and got ready, our overnight bags were packed so we went downstairs for some breakfast. Mum was up, there was no sign of dad, BUT mum was glowing, an obvious sign that she had partaken of sex last night. "Morning girls, and what a lovely morning it is." Amy couldn't resist. "So someone had their evil way with you last night?" Mum smiled dreamily and answered, "None of your business young lady, but shall we say that everything worked out as I planned." We had breakfast then said we would be out all day leaving on the last train and would come home to say goodbye before we left. We went upstairs to finish getting ready, I had a pair of skin tight black satin jeggings on which displayed my assets to perfection, a white cashmere roll necked jumper over a silk T shirt, I had black ankle boots with a 1"heel, a red quilted jacket and a white cute knitted hat. We were nearly finished when the door bell rang, mum shouted to us that the guy's were here, Amy shouted that we were nearly ready, (I've must be getting used to being a girl as I didn't mind keeping men waiting). Ten minutes later we went downstairs and met our dates, Carl was still hunky, and I fondly remembered the night of passion, but that occurred for me to loose my virginity, sadly I realised that while I fancied him, the spark was not there! However when I looked across at Guy and Amy, to my shock I realised that the spark was very much there, they were in a world of their own, I was saddened to see this; after all Amy used to be my girlfriend when I was 100% male, did I feel jealous? The answer to that was no, not really because this would have happened sometime even if we had still been an item, they were both in love. Anyhow I loved her as a sister and I must admit our girlie sessions were the most amazing times ever. Carl nodded and commented, "I think they're in love." I giggled replying, "Or in lust." He smiled at this and to my surprise answered, "No I think that us two, THEY are in love." This was very perceptive of him, he realised the spark was not there between us but we both liked each other's company. We went to the car which was Carls, a red Japanese 4 x 4, I sat in the front and Amy and Guy in the back, we talked away like good friends but they wouldn't tell us where we were going, soon we were in the countryside and turned into a very imposing driveway, leading up to a stately home, it was then I saw the advertising signs for a classical concert this very afternoon, it was a wonderful afternoon, first a four course meal, then the concert (Mozart's piano concerto's) Ending with concerto No26 the Coronation, it was a wonderful, wonderful afternoon, totally unexpected and totally entrancing. It was wonderful to sit there holding hands with a good-looking guy listening to wonderful music. On the way back to the car we kissed and I enjoyed the thrill of feeling the rough face of a man gently rubbing against my soft skin, his manly lips kissing my luscious full and now very feminine lips, his man scent made my senses spin as I relaxed into his arms, we kissed for a while and he asked when he would see me again, I was honest with him, telling him my itinerary, for the next three weeks, but I said that next Saturday we would again be home, so how about just the two of us, and leave the love birds to their own devices (this was said with a smile, and he eagerly agreed to this, I told him to phone me next week to arrange things. We were driven home, on the drive back I didn't realise that my hand was on his knee and I was gently caressing his thigh. In the back seat my sister was engaged in the tongue wrestling Olympics' and from the little moans was loosing. We stopped to get our bags from home said goodbye to mum and dad, promising we would visit Sophie next week, mum hugged us and thanked us for last night and told me to practice with my eyebrow and nose and voice. (I know this sounded weird, but I knew what she meant) We managed to get the ten seventeen train, which got us into London just after midnight, so it was nearly one in the morning before we got to bed, Amy had to be up at seven for work, me on the other hand I was flexible as I was going into work of my own violation, I had to get used to the office lay out and the people I worked with, I was still watching the make-up video with the subliminal pictures of work colleagues. I woke about eight, Amy was away to work, I took a leisurely shower and breakfast then practiced in front of a mirror, lifting my right perfectly arched eyebrow. Now for anyone who has never been in the habit of raising just one eyebrow - its hard, it's very hard, you should try it sometime, the nose wrinkle when laughing that's easy as is the upward inflection of the voice, other mannerisms, well I am aware of them but will just have to blag or use them when I remember. I decided to go into work after lunch, so about eleven I phoned Fiona to make sure I could still use a terminal in HR, she assured me that there was no problem at all and had fixed me up with a desk and computer - this was so kind of her, I told her I owed her a meal for that, laughing she said that she'd hold me to that. I took special care in my appearance, a cream boucl? suit, which had a straight skirt, satin lined, a double breasted jacket, I wore a bronze blouse with a tie neck, dark brown 2" heeled shoes and nude stockings, again I tied my hair back with a hair clip in the shape of a bow, the same colour as my suit, my make-up was under stated but subtle and slightly sexy (to be honest with the face the surgeons had given me a coat of emulsion paint would look sexy, in a way I was very happy, but also I felt that this could have been a big drawback to Nichola, and added to the pressure she was under) Still a mid brown full length wrap around coat silk scarf and gloves and I was off to work, the epitome of a career girl. At the office Kelly was on reception, I chatted with her for a while then headed for the HR department, I knocked on Fiona's door and she greeted me with a kiss, showed me to a desk and left me to it. I logged in and started wading through my emails, I was used to Nichola's extraordinary efficient filing system and soon I was writing memo's and responding as if I had been doing it for a while, I got a few replies welcoming me back, asking if I had been bored with all the time off, I responded as I thought Nichola would have done in a friendly but reserved manner. It was really very, very lucky that as a man I did a similar type of work to Nichola, but in petro chemicals, now as Nichola I knew the rudiments and could hold my own and as I've said before hopefully blag my way through until I was totally confident. About four thirty I picked up my coat and handbag and went to see if Fiona felt like going for a drink or an early supper, I was stood at the door of her office, when I felt a hand squeeze my bum! I took a sharp intake of breath, and swung around to be confronted by a smiling Granville, when I say smiling, smirking is nearer the truth. I looked him up and down and immediately decided that he had a face waiting to be punched; that was the male in me, only now as a female I shouldn't think things like that! He drawled, "Nicky darling, the old jungle telegraph told me that the most attractive department manager was in the office, and I thought I'd come and see how you are sweetheart." My skin crawled I looked him up and down, he was attractive in a way a caterpillar is attractive to a bird, I smiled ever so sweetly and replied "Granville, nice to see you, but a couple of words to the wise" He smirked again, thinking that I was the old Nichola, is he in for a shock. "Yes darling anything," he purred. I continued oozing sweetness and light, "Thank you so much for coming to see how I am." He was about to interrupt when I help up my hand and continued, "Please remember a few things and we'll work well together: first I am a department manager - more especially yours: second I am not your darling: third my name is Nichola, only my friends call me Nicky - and you are most certainly not a friend: and finally if you ever, I repeat ever put your hands on me again I'll either break your fingers OR have you on a sexual harassment charge. I trust we understand each other dahling," I said the last drawling the 'darling' as he had done. He just stood there his mouth hung open, I smiled sweetly and put a perfectly manicured crimson finger nail under his chin and closed his mouth, leaving a nice little mark where the nail had dug into his skin. Still smiling I told him "now run along back to where you came from, Fiona and I have things to discuss. He snapped out and huffed and puffed at me, but all I did was stand and stare at him until he had blustered himself to a standstill, blushing deeply and obviously embarrassed as the girls sitting at the desks nearest to Fiona's office had heard this exchange and were grinning broadly. He marched out of HR, even his neck was red, and Fiona looked at me shrewdly, I turned to her and asked as if nothing had happened, "now where were we" I started, Fiona butted in "sod where are we Nichola MacKinnon, what was all that about? I mean I've never heard of any girl talking to him like that, let alone you." I grinned broadly, "I told you last week, this is the new Nichola, and the sooner that toad realises it the better." One of the girls sitting close by said, "Go for it girl, more of us should stand up to that creep." "Rebecca, you shouldn't eavesdrop," Fiona chided her, she just grinned and answered, "I know but I'm glad I did, that was awesome, wait till that gets around the girls!" I turned to Fiona and asked, "Are we going for a drink after work?" Laughing she said, "After that display I daren't say no." I smiled and gently punched her on the arm and said, "Idiot, when will you be ready?" "Give me half an hour and I'll be with you," she responded - "Oh and would you have broken his fingers." All I did was shrug and say, "We'll have to wait and see, won't we." I turned on my heel and went for a cup of coffee, talking to a couple of the girls at the coffee point. I made my way back to Fiona's office and picked her up, she mentioned that she had had a pig of a day and felt like some comfort food. This suited me fine so as I owed her a meal I said, "Right, comfort food it is, and it's on me as I owe you, you choose." She looked at me and asked, "You sure, you know you're not too keen on my comfort food." I took her arm and told her, "You're my friend, and I'm slowly getting used to it so lead on girl." I must admit I hadn't a clue as to what I wasn't supposed to be keen on - but hey I've got to learn. Smiling at me she said, "Ok lady, pie and liquor it is." (Now for those of you not from London this is traditional meat pie served with mash and liquor which is a green parsley gravy, it's as much a part of London as black cabs and Beefeaters) Fiona continued, "Today I'm taking you to the mecca of pie shops, LManze on Walthamstow High Street - and if you're luck you might see David Beckham!" I gave a squeal at this and commented, "Yeah right." She then told me she wasn't joking as he has been known to eat there, as we travelled across London we talked away and I realised that we were really close friends, we went on holidays together, went out together, she had a steady boyfriend but nothing serious. We finally arrived at LManze, and what a surprise this place was, it was gorgeous, very Victorian, wonderful tiled interior with marble counters, rows of bench seats with tables in between - but as far as I could see no David Beckham. Now this is difficult for me as when I was a man I loved Pie and Mash, so now I have to pretend I didn't like it. We went and got a seat next to an elderly couple, then went to the counter, I ordered a small pie and mash, while Fiona went for a double pie and mash, she seemed well known here and said to the woman behind the counter "not too much liquor on the small one, I'm trying to educate her, and it's hard work" Coupled to two mugs of tea we went and sat down, the food was beautiful and I said so, Fiona cocked and eyebrow saying "you are coming out of your shell Nicky, I'm glad to see that, we chatted away to the couple at the table and had a really good hour, we when we left the elderly couple left with us and we said we may see them again. My belly was full, there are very few places in London where you can get two people filled up for less that ?15! We linked arms and went to the tube station to go our respective ways home, I got home about seven, Amy was already home, talking on the phone to what I assumed was Guy, I went to my room and stripped off, rubbing my full belly wondering if I had ruined my diet! I stripped off and hung my suit up, my underwear and blouse went for washing, I stood before the mirror and looked solemnly and critically at myself, now I was completely Nichola, all the surgery completed, the hormones doing their work. I checked myself from head to foot in a really critical manner, I suppose you could say I was a narcissist, but I wanted to be perfect, I was proud of my now very feminine body. As I stared in the mirror there was not a trace of male left visible, and as I thought about it, while I still had a lot of male thoughts (like punching slime ball Grenville) I was tempering them to match my new life as a woman, I realised that women get things done in a totally different way to men. And women have the advantage that men only look skin deep, they rarely class us women as intelligent (yes I did use us!) However with me, not only am I quite attractive (and hedonistic by saying that) I have basically the brain of a man. I then looked critically at myself; My chestnut hair was waving down past my slender shoulders, beautifully shining and healthy and quite thick. My oval shaped face was (I think) quite pretty, my eyes were slightly almond shaped a dark green in colour with gold flecks, my eyebrows were nicely arched but not too thin, my slender nose was shaped very much like Kate Middleton's, quite a cute shape, my lips full and luscious very kissable with a slight pout reminiscent of Angelina Jolie, I had a slender jawline, and a small feminine chin. I had a slender neck, which I thought was a bit short, the surgeons can do a lot, but a neck extension is an exception, though I did stretching exercises to see if they lengthen my neck, no sign of an Adam's apple, ot the scar where they shaved it. Leading down to my quite slender shoulders, here I was lucky as I had never done strength sports, I enjoyed aerobic cardio vascular sports which when I was a man didn't bulk me up, or give me muscular arms, so the transition to woman hood was helped by my slender frame and arms, I was now getting that slight covering of fat women have to hide their muscles and it looked good. My breasts I absolutely adored, full, firm and luscious a full 38D creamy with full nipples and a reasonable sized aorial. I lifted each breast in turn revelling in their size and firmness, but I must remember to exercise regularly to maintain them this was essential. My figure was 38 - 30 - 38, I was nearly down to 38 - 28 - 38 but not quite, I held my belly, I had a typical female shape again with the thin covering of fat my belly was quite cute I thought. Down to my genital area I had full hips and my bum was very feminine, pert and rounded, the false vagina looked for all intents and purposes like a natural one, thanks to the hypnotic suggestion I had amazing feelings when I was aroused, but no erections, the hormones saw to that, but the upside of this was that I could have multiple orgasms. However I did often wonder what it would be like to have my own pussy, when I thought of Carl, I wanted to welcome him into my body, silly wasn't it? Now down to my legs, these were a 31" inside leg, and I had shapely thigh's, knees and calf's, leading down to my naturally small feet, well small for a man, but perfect for a woman, perfect for me! So I was very contented with what nature had given me and what the surgeons and hormones had altered, now for the task which I had stripped off for, taking my false vagina off to let my skin recover for a couple of days. Finding the place where it joined my skin was amazingly hard, I knew it was at the natural crease where my belly met my groin, but even so it was difficult to find, I finally found it and started easing it from my body, Chloe had told me that it was tremendously strong, but even so I was very careful and eased it away from my skin, gently taking my man clittie from the tube which allowed me t pee sitting down and orgasm into the mouth of my vagina to help lubricate me. As I exposed my 'manhood' I must admit I was shocked at how I had shrunk in the time I had been wearing the vagina, my hairless dick and balls were about the size of a ten year old, in fact apart from the small balls I still had I was the size of a prepubescent boy. Mind you even when I was a man I was never hung like a donkey, but I could hold my own with the 6" I used to have......... Now????? I finally had my prosthetic vagina off and went into the shower, I washed myself all over, it was strange to feel my bit's and pieces down there as I washed, and to be honest I wasn't sure I liked the feeling, but it was only for a couple of days a month. So I dried and applied lotion to the area, and to my body, then went and slipped a pair of cotton panties on with a maxi pad (like my periods) then slip a light control panty girdle on to smooth my profile. Looking into the mirror I was reasonably happy with what I saw around my groin. I slipped a sports bra on together with a full body play suit in silk Jersey slippers a comb through my hair and I was ready to tell Amy how my day had gone, and find out how her day had been.