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The Inheritance Belladonna "Are you ready, now?" a woman asked after knocking upon the door. "Can I just get another moment?" Bryan replied. The woman nodded as she closed the door and left Bryan with his thoughts. Bryan stared around the room in silence with a feeling of self disgust overcoming him as he thought about his impending feminization. "Is this really worth it?" Bryan muttered as he went through the same cost benefit analysis in his head that he had run thousands of times since his legal appeals had been exhausted. "You must be laughing it up, Grandma," Bryan said aloud as he clutched his head. While his grandmother had always seemed offbeat, it was only when he grew older that he realized how crazy she was. She was a shut-in, who never left her home. Bryan rarely visited her while he was growing up, since his father had no use for her except when he wanted money. Bryan began to see his grandmother more often once his father was prosecuted for stealing from her. After his father died in prison, Bryan visited his grandmother for the last time to deliver the news in person. There was a coldness in her response to the news that did not strike Bryan as oddly as it would if it had come from other women he had known over the years. Bryan knew that his grandmother was a hardened woman who dealt with her wealthy husband's numerous affairs and her entitled, lecherous son, who had inherited all of her husband's worse traits. Despite her disdain for her son, Bryan could sense a type of grief in the woman when he told her the news, however, she was trained from a young age to bottle up any emotion and put up a strong exterior front. Bryan left her estate that day and never saw her again. It was less than three months later when she passed. His grandmother's attorneys called to give him the news that her long time home health aide had found her body. Out of a sense of family duty, Bryan planned her sparsely attended funeral before she was laid to rest beside her long, predeceased husband. As the dirt hit her casket, Bryan and his girlfriend, Alexis Kingsford, sat in his grandmother's attorney's office as her will was read. After the standard legal language was done being spoken, the attorney adjusted his spectacles and said, "And remember these are her words, not mine." The attorney's explanation prompted Bryan to give his girlfriend a worried look before the man continued, "Bryan, I thank you for telling me about my only child's death yourself, rather than letting me know through a stranger, as I'm sure your father would have done if you had died. I truly get the sense that there might be some hope for you yet. I always feared that you would end up like your grandfather and father before you, lewd, mean spirited, domineering, greedy, ill-tempered and only interested in taking for yourself." "Does it go on like this, Ed?" Bryan interrupted the attorney. Ed nodded before he continued reading, "They were both cheaters with cheating hearts and no respect for anyone but themselves, not even their wives or mothers." You are, now, the last of the family line and the only one who can restore some sense of dignity to the family name. Ours was a family of senators and congressmen, men of dignity, not those of men who beg their mothers for more money or using their wealth solely to wallow in the filth of whatever indulgence strikes their fancy." "How much longer does she keep ripping men?" Bryan asked. "However, long, it's not long enough," Alexis interjected with a smile before she added, "Come on, baby, you know you're not like them." "I like to think so," Bryan replied with a smile before Ed inquired, "May I continue uninterrupted?" Bryan nodded prompting Ed to return to reading the will, "Because your father kept you away from me, I was never able to confirm for myself whether you have the basic humility, manners and decency to be a minimally valuable member of society. Humility and respect for other are things that you must have in order to be a decent person, and a decent person is the only type of person I would have as my heir." Bryan stared at Ed confused, wondering if he was fully cutout of his grandmother's will before Ed continued, "You must understand what it is like to not be the person with so much money that you do not have to possess any empathy for those you may harm. You have been raised by a leech of a man, and, as such, I doubt you have been endowed with the traits that make a good man. Accordingly, I will only leave my money to you if you undertake an effort to learn the traits that make any man decent, compassion, respect, empathy and understanding. These are all traits that your grandfather and father called 'women's stuff.' If it takes you being a woman to understand it, I say so be it." "Well, that's nice, but I can't grow a pussy, Grandma!" Bryan interjected while his girlfriend nodded her head. "You don't have to," Ed responded before he returned to reading the will as Bryan shook his head, "It's only because I hold out some hope for you that I hereby condition your inheritance on your undertaking of the role of a woman in society for one year." "What?" Bryan shouted. Ed ignored him while he continued reading, "Accordingly, I have made arrangements to have your masculinity concealed for a year." Bryan looked at the attorney with a slack jaw before he inquired, "So what? Do I have to put on a dress for a year and take some pictures for your amusement?" "It's a little more than that. You have to live as a woman according to the will," Ed explained. "I can live, but I can't live as a woman. That's biologically impossible, unless I missed some big medical announcement!" "Well, as best you can approximate. That's what the arrangements she made are for," Ed replied while he leaned back in his chair. "What are they going to do to me?" Bryan bellowed. "They're going to make you over into a passable woman. Not a woman as lovely as Alexis for instance. They don't have that kind of canvass to work on." "This is insane!" "This is her will. It's her money to dispose of how she wants." "What if I refuse?" "Then the money goes to the various charities she selected. She told me that she wanted to use the money to help others if you weren't willing to help yourself." "I don't need help!" "Again, it is her will." "I can challenge the will, can't I?" Bryan inquired. "If you want to, suit yourself. I get paid from the funds in the will to thwart any challenge, so it would be in my monetary best interest for you to do so. I must caution, however, that judges are loathe to strike such conditions." Bryan shook his head as he walked out of the office and contacted an attorney to contest his grandmother's will. The suit made its way into court. Bryan hung his head as the judge read her decision upholding the will as she concluded that his mother was of sound mind and that the conditions were not illegal or against public policy. Bryan sought an appeal of the decision, but it was upheld by the appellate courts. With his avenues for appeal exhausted, Bryan sat down with his girlfriend to talk over their options. "Do you think I should go through with it?" "What choice do you really have?" Alexis replied. "I have a choice. I can walk away right now and just live my own life." "True, but you'll never see this much money again." "I've got a decent job. I make a decent living. I would be able to get by." "You can get by or you can be rich. It's the choice between struggling for a year and struggling for decades, if not to the day you die," Alexis counseled. "So you think I should do it?" Alexis nodded in reply. Bryan sighed as he replied, "What will that mean for us?" Alexis's eyes darted away from his before she answered, "Bryan, I'm not a lesbian. I'm not entirely sure I would even be comfortable around you if you were, you know." "It would be really weird," Bryan noted. "Beyond weird. I'm not sure I could handle seeing you in a dress." Bryan nodded, understanding where Alexis was coming from with her concerns. "So is this the beginning of the end?" Bryan asked. "I hope not. Maybe, it's just the start of see you later," Alexis countered. With the decision made, Bryan and Alexis returned to Ed's office to discuss the terms of the will. Bryan figured that he might be able to get away with only doing some part time cross-dressing, but Ed quickly disabused him of such thoughts, explaining, "Your grandmother's conditions are detailed at length. They were designed to separate you, fully, from your male life. Suffice to say, if you choose to proceed, you won't be leaving the toilet seat up for a year." Bryan gave his girlfriend a worried look before Ed continued, "And you'll be living at a new location with your live-in, female guide." "He'll be living with another woman?" Alexis interjected. "Don't worry. Your boyfriend won't have the tools to cheat on you with, at least as he accustomed to." "I think I'm going to be sick," Bryan murmured as Alexis put her arm around him. "Your female guide will be there to make sure that there are no male influences or male contraband around. Your grandmother wanted to ensure that you would not be trying to pass yourself off as a man, or trying to live like one, while you were required to be a woman." "If I'm a man, how could I try to pass myself off as one?" Bryan inquired. "Trust me; your transformation will be so complete that no one would ever think that you were a man." Ed's response made Bryan uneasy before he asked, "So am I going to be hanging around my home all day like my grandmother?" "On the weekends, if you want, but she made sure that you would have to interact with others during the weekdays, whether you liked it or not." "What do I have to do?" "You have to get a job." "Get a job? How am I going to get a job without any proof of who I am that anyone would accept." "She made arrangements for you to be hired by us." "By you?" I would work for you?" "Yes and no. You would work for my firm, but we have many branches. You would be sent out to a smaller satellite office where the details of our wills and estates division aren't really known." "What would I be doing?" "You would be working as an administrative assistant, five days a week for a year, minus major holidays." "A secretary? I have to work as a secretary? I have a master's degree!" "That doesn't do you much good in this field though." "You'll also never earn as much with it, as you'll inherit," Alexis interjected as she stroked Bryan's hand. Ed nodded before Bryan looked up at him and asked, "What would you do?" Ed threw up his hands and said, "I don't envy your situation, Bryan. I really don't. I can't say what I would do because I've never been there and never will be. I have no interest in this Bryan. Well, if you back out, I get to administer the disposition of your grandmother's belongings, so I'd make more money, but this isn't about me." "I know that," Bryan retorted, shaking his head. "I'm just being honest, Bryan. My position is, if you do it, I get a secretary who's being paid from your grandmother's will or if you don't go for it, I get a new boat with all the money I'm going to make on the fees." Almost out of spite, Bryan said, "I'll go for it." Ed nodded with a knowing grin as he said, "I'm glad to hear it. Your grandmother thought that you would, and she truly believed that you will be better for going through with it." With that decision made, Bryan wrapped up the loose ends of his male life. His girlfriend gave him a teary goodbye when he departed for the clinic that his grandmother had made arrangements with before her passing. Another knock on the door came. Bryan looked up at the woman as she asked, "Are you ready?" Bryan shook his head before he replied, "I'll never be ready. Let's just get this over with." The woman gave Bryan a sympathetic smile while she waved him towards her. Bryan hesitated for a second before he got to his feet. Bryan followed the woman to a room before he was stripped of his clothing. The only modesty Bryan was permitted was a pair of blue briefs as the clinic staff went about removing his body hair. The staff coated his body with a foul smelling depilatory cream that turned his nose. Bryan held his nostrils closed with one hand even as the staff removed the hair from his arms. Bryan waited for the staff to complete their work until he felt a burning sensation from where they initially placed the depilatory cream. Bryan shrieked, prompting the staff to begin to wash it off his body. The sight of the hairs falling off his body made Bryan sick as he saw the smooth, masculine body emerging from beneath them. As the water was shut, Bryan peeled his eyes away from his hairless body and said with a half smile, "Well, at least I almost look like a body builder. I could probably use a little more work on my calves though." The clinic worker smiled as she replied, "I wouldn't worry about it. Your body is not going to look like that when you get out of here." The response made Bryan's skin crawl as a fluttery feeling emerged in his stomach. Bryan wanted to ask a question, but a female attendant entered the room to lead Bryan to his next feminization station. After putting on a hospital gown, Bryan was led to the next room. Bryan entered it and noticed what appeared to be an examination table before the short male technician. The man grinned as he said, "Don't be scared. There's nothing we're going to do to today that's remotely medical in nature." Bryan nodded as he walked towards the table before the man advised him to take a seat on the table. Bryan complied as the man looked over his body before he said, "You're a little muscular, so we're going to have to do something a little drastic to dress you up." "What do you mean?" "You can't be too muscular or you won't look like a regular woman." "Well, what can you really do about that?" Bryan rejoined. "We're going to cover it up with prosthetics to smooth your body out." "How will that work?" "It will make these masses look like fat deposits, instead of muscle." "I'm not fat. I've never been fat." "No one said you were. We're trying to cover up your muscles, is all." "Is it? Isn't there another way?" "Sure. We could put you on some pills and a diet and get your body weight down, but that will take more time. I've been told that you're here to fulfill some conditions on your inheritance. From what I've been told, your time as a woman doesn't start to count until you leave this place." "Shit," Bryan exclaimed as he covered his face with hands. "It won't be that bad. The prosthetics aren't the most comfortable thing, but they'll move the process along a lot faster for you, unless you want to go the weight loss route." Bryan looked down at the muscular arms that he had spent years shaping. He shook his head as he answered, "You're right. Prosthetics are the least bad option." The technician nodded before he called in an assistant to help make a mold of Bryan's body. Bryan wondered what they could do with it while they moved around him to form the various molds. Once they finished, Bryan was brought into the facility's cafeteria for lunch. He ate quickly before he was escorted back up stairs to have the prosthetic work on his body completed. As Bryan walked into the room, his mouth dropped as he stared at the gelatinous looking mass lying on the table that was painted to match his skin pigmentation. His eyes gazed at the large breasts with realistic nipples. "Is that what I'll be wearing?" Bryan asked. "It's like a second skin," the technician replied, trying to put Bryan's mind at ease. "It looks like it'll be hot as hell!" "No. It's very well ventilated. It lets your skin breath." Bryan gave it a weary look before the technician motioned for the man that escorted Bryan up the stairs for assistance. "What we're going to do now, Bryan, is put it on." "Put it on. Okay. I can do that," Bryan said aloud, trying to convince himself. "We're here to help you, Bryan. All you have to do is sit down and lift up your arms. Try to think of it as just a heavy shirt." Despite his best efforts, the pudgy belly and breasts made any thoughts of thinking about it as a shirt seem absurd. Bryan thought about backing out for a second, but the dollar signs he knew where at the end of his ordeal made him lift up his arms. The technician and the other clinic worker moved the top towards Bryan and placed it over his head after they partially removed his gown. Bryan moved his head about as the upper body prosthetic was lowered down over his head and over his upper arms. As Bryan poked his head through the prosthetic, his eyes immediately darted to the large flopping breasts on his chest that were pulling him forward. Sensing Bryan's unease, the technician advised Bryan to lie down. Bryan's heart and mind was racing as he complied with the instruction. Bryan watched as the technician scurried around him and added the prosthetics over his forearms that were seamlessly blended into the rest of the prosthetics covering his upper arms. Once he finished with Bryan's arms, the technician turned his attention to his legs and moved to add prosthetics to smooth out the muscular bulges in his calves. After finishing with them in quick order, he noted, "Bryan, as you know your grandmother required that we make as much of a woman out of you as possible without going an irreversible route." "My misfortune, the more I think about it. If she had just conditioned my inheritance on getting a sex change, I would have been able to have the will thrown out easy." "Sometimes, what seems like a misfortune is for the best though," the technician countered. "Do you see the titanic tits on my chest? There's nothing turning out for the best here." "Bryan, if I could give you just a little advice..." "What?" "Try to enjoy the situation as much as you can. You don't have to love it. In fact, I'm sure you'll hate more than a little of it. But you'll drive yourself crazy if you spend a whole year wallowing in self-pity." "How would you know?" "Do you think I always looked like a middle aged man?" "I would think you would have been young at some point." "Try two months ago," the technician said as he took hold of another prosthetic. The shape of it threw Bryan off before he said, "So you had some work done here too?" "Yes. It was a condition of my employment. We all try to understand our customers and the bosses insist that sometimes we have to see what it would be like to be someone else for a change." "But you got to keep the same job, right?" "These skilled hands would be wasted otherwise," the technician admitted. "So how long do you have to keep up the disguise?" "Three months." "Three months? That's it. I'd kill for only a three month sentence. Do you know what its going to be like to not have a dick for a year?" "Actually, I do," the technician said as he grabbed Bryan's member in his hand. Bryan squirmed as he felt his manhood and testicles being contorted as they were concealed within the vagina prosthesis. "Was it as unpleasant to lose it for you?" Bryan asked as the technician applied adhesive to hold it in place. "Well, I should say not." "Then, I'll take it; the person working on you was a little better than you are." "Well, that gentleman is an artist at his craft, but I'm pretty good too. My work stands up with his, but you're seeing his right, now. What do you think?" "It would be better if I saw a before shot," Bryan replied. "Of course," the technician replied as he pulled out his cell phone and showed Bryan a picture a smiling couple. "Wow, that's some change. Who's the pretty girl?" "That's me." "Say what?" Bryan replied, as his mind started to race again. "That pretty girl is me. I told you the other guy is a master." "What does your boyfriend think about this?" "My husband is the other guy in the picture." "And he's not upset about his beautiful girlfriend looking like some balding, middle aged man?" "He understands the rules, that's why he's the one pushing the toilet seat down, now. And let me tell you this, he complained far less about me tucking him away than you." "I'm sure he's used to you touching him, and if you look liked you, then maybe I would have...well, maybe not." "You wouldn't have been the first guy who was a little shy about me tucking their little guy away into their new pussy." "I would imagine," Bryan replied before the technician said, "Now, we're going to move onto your face and neck." Bryan nodded and watched as the technician went back to work. She smiled at Bryan as she strapped a device onto his neck, which she quickly covered with a prosthetic. "That feels a little tight," Bryan noted before his eyes widened at the high pitch of his voice. "That's the point. It's supposed to constrain your voice box so you can't get down into a baritone. We want you to sound more Betty White than Barry White." Bryan shook his head, shocked by the detail of his transformation. The technician grinned again before she added nose and chin prosthetics to his face before she took a step away and said, "That looks good. We just have to touch up the seams and you should be good." "Great," Bryan replied, unable to conceal his sarcasm. The technician nodded in silence before applying a mixture to the seams of his prosthetics and his skin to help conceal the dividing lines. Once she finished, she painted the mixture to match his skin tone. When the paint dried, the technician told Bryan he could sit up. Bryan nodded before he struggled to do so. Bryan groaned as he sat up and felt his breasts beginning to weigh him down again. The technician smiled as she said, "I'll get you a strong bra before any back pain starts to set in." Bryan thanked her before she made the call. A few minutes later, a female employee walked in carrying a bra and outfit for Bryan. Reflexively Bryan covered his exposed privates, not realizing until he clasped at nothing but the prosthetic flab that he had nothing of his own to cover. The girl gave Bryan an amused look as she reached out and handed Bryan the bra. "I know this is going to be a stupid question," Bryan said as he held out the bra. "But how do you put it on?" The girl replied, completing Bryan's sentence. The girl grinned as she wrapped it around Bryan's chest before she told instructed him on how to put it on. Bryan wanted to give up, but the girl persisted on making him do it himself as she gently gave him directions. Bryan breathed a sigh of relief once he finally hooked it around his back and felt the straps digging into his back. The technician and the girl gave Bryan approving nods before the girl tossed Bryan a pair of panties. The idea of putting them on seemed to be an affront to his masculinity, however, Bryan knew that there was little left of it to defend. As Bryan finished putting on his panties, the female attendant handed Bryan clothes to put on. The large sizes on the tags of the clothing made Bryan's eyes widen. The girl shook her head as she said, "Don't be shy about putting them on; they're the last pair pants you're going to be wearing for a while." "Why? Girls wear pants all the time. They wear them more often than they wear skirts and dresses for Christ's sake!" "So true for real girls, but your grandmother wanted you to be a girls' girl." "Where in the will does it say I want Bryan to be a girls' girl for a year?" "It's in there. She left very detailed instructions. Didn't you read them?" "I glanced at them, but they kept making me sick." "Well, I'd tell you to get a copy of the will, but what's the point at this juncture." Bryan shrugged, feeling a bit foolish for not getting over his disgust about what the will provided he must do and reading it. Bryan reached for the pants and drew them up his legs before he covered his chest with the button up blouse. Shaking his head, Bryan looked down his front and saw nothing that would be out of the ordinary for an obese woman. Having looked down at the body of a fit, muscular man only hours before, the image before his eyes struck Bryan as almost unbelievable. "Can I get a mirror?" Bryan asked. "I'm sorry. We don't let our guests see themselves halfway." "There's more?" "Of course, we're going to take you to get your hair and nails done. That's part of the reason why you're in pants." "How does that follow?" "Well, we don't want any of the other guests looking too strangely at you as we make our way around the building to our in house beautician." "That still doesn't follow. Everyone here knows what's going on. They're going to see these huge tits on my chest and know that my man's haircut isn't right, unless they think I'm a..." "Lesbian? That's what we're going for at the moment. Just until we get you to the beautician though." "I'd take lesbian for the year. That would make things a little easier." "Sorry, but you know what your grandmother had to say about that." "Well, I'm taking your word for it." "Only have yourself to blame for that," the technician interjected. Before Bryan could reply, the girl handed Bryan a pair of blue flip- flops and told him to follow her. Bryan slid his feet into the flip- flops and followed the girl out of the room. As Bryan walked around the facility with the girl, he struggled to walk straight as his center of gravity was thrown off by the dead weight on his chest. The girl noticed and laughed as she said, "Keep your head up and your back straight. It'll help keep you from tumbling over." "I feel like I'm waddling around here," Bryan replied as he grabbed at his large, faux stomach that was making him strain to move his body around. The girl nodded as she said, "You'll get used to it." They kept moving around the facility until they reached the beautician's room. As they entered it, a pretty girl got out of the chair and was escorted out by a male attendant. "Another guest," Bryan asked his female attendant. "Yes, but he's here willingly." Bryan's eyes widened again before he shook his head and said, "This place is one gigantic mind fuck." The girl laughed as did the beautician before she waved him forward. As Bryan sat down in her chair, the attendant left the room. "So what are we doing today?" The beautician asked. Bryan gave her a perplexed look before she said, "Oh, I'm just teasing, love. You aren't anything I haven't seen before." "I try to be unique." As she lifted up a phone, the beautician responded, "People are all unique, love. It's just the situations they find themselves in that are similar." Bryan nodded before the beautician requested an assistant. A short while later, another women entered the room and began to help add extensions to Bryan's hair. The process felt agonizingly slow to Bryan while they attached each long strand of hair to the ends of his own. "Is this what they mean when they say you have to suffer to be beautiful?" Bryan asked after the first hour passed. The beautician laughed as she replied, "No. That's for the hair removal, dieting, exercising and overall primping that women go through." "So, I'm still looking forward to the suffering?" "Well, at least you got the hair removal out of the way." Bryan agreed while the woman continued to do her work. Once the extensions were in place, she turned her attention to his fingers. Bryan watched as acrylic extensions were placed on each of his fingertips before they were delicately painted. When she finished with his fingernails, the beautician began to paint his toenails a matching pink color. Bryan cringed at the sight and wondered what his father would think if he were in that room with him. 'Would he have gone through this?' Bryan wondered to himself. As his fingernails and toenails dried, the beautician began to dye Bryan's hair. The stench of the dye struck him as more pungent than the smell of the nail polish as it was applied to the newly long strands of his hair. Before long, the beautician washed the dye out of his hair. She then dried and styled his hair with a permanent wave before she let him get up. "Can I get a mirror now?" Bryan asked. "Not quite yet." "What else is left?" "We've got to get you dressed for dinner." "Aren't I dressed already?" "No. We want to give you the whole picture at once." Bryan rolled his eyes before the beautician made a call for a change of clothes. Another female attendant entered the room shortly thereafter with a pair of low heels and a black, jersey dress with pink floral patterns and a boat neckline. With some effort Bryan pulled off his pants and removed his blouse. He took the three-quartered sleeve, above the knee dress from the girl and inspected it for a moment. "Do you think it's going to look like anything other than a dress if you keep looking at it?" The attendant asked. Bryan gave her a peeved look while he shook his head before he pulled it over his head. Bryan let the dress come down over his body before he stepped into the low pink D'Orsay pumps the girl had brought for him. "So how do I look?" Bryan asked. "Like a sophisticated lady," the female attendant replied. "I doubt that," Bryan retorted. "With good reason," the beautician replied before she motioned for Bryan to follow her. Bryan walked towards her in awkward, mincing steps and watched as she turned a mirror towards him. Bryan froze as he looked at the woman in the mirror in silence. "Dear God," Bryan said as he moved his large hand over his feminized face. "Do you think you're believable?" The beautician asked with a grin. "This is unreal." "It's so real that's unreal," the beautician replied as she moved towards his face and added lipstick to his lips. "That's better," she said as she let go of his face. Bryan shook his head as he looked in the mirror at the woman that was unmistakably feminine, despite her large size. "Do you know how much time I put into my abs," Bryan asked the girls in the room. "Don't dwell on it. You won't be seeing them for a year," the beautician replied. "If they're still there," the female attendant added with a smile. Bryan ignored the comment while he continued to gaze vacantly at the mirror trying to digest how he could possibly be the woman looking back at him. Bryan touched the double chin that had been created out of prosthetics. The effect of all the prosthetics on his face had made it unrecognizable to him. If the woman in the mirror was not mimicking his movements, Bryan was sure that he would not have believed that she could be him. Bryan's silent inspection of his reflection ceased when he was pulled away from the image in the mirror and led down to the cafeteria for dinner by the female attendant. "Do you think I should get something light?" Bryan asked self- consciously. The girl laughed as she said, "You know you're not really fat beneath that get up." "Try explaining that to anyone outside of here." "I wouldn't, unless you want them to look at you cross-eyed," she retorted. Bryan nodded before they entered the cafeteria. Bryan walked through it without anyone giving him a second look before he got his dinner and ate it. Once he finished eating, Bryan was escorted to his room. He was surprised by the accommodations and turned on the television. He found that all the sport networks were blocked in his room, and he climbed under the covers of his bed after taking off his dress. It was not long before he fell asleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- After breakfast the next morning, Bryan was introduced to the girl who would be shadowing him and making sure that he avoided his masculine traits for a year. Bryan shook the woman's hand before she said, "Are you ready to get down to business?" "Anything that gets me out of here quicker and starts the clock on my year," Bryan answered. Kate nodded as she replied, "More than understandable." "How long do you think this will take?" "A few days tops. I want to keep it short. I'm only here to teach you enough mannerisms, talking patterns and behaviors to make you not come across as too strange. You'll improve with your femininity as the year goes on and you get to live fully in your role and interact with others as a woman." Bryan nodded, figuring that the woman was right and delighted that he would not have to spend weeks learning feminine behaviors before his year en femme commenced. As Kate began to setup for their first training session, Bryan asked, "So how do you end up in this line of work?" "I just got out college and your grandmother helped me get a job here." "How did she get you a job here? She never left the house." "Well, she was a substantial contributor to this place." "How substantial?" "The money she set aside to put you through your paces here was just a small part of her contribution. She wanted to make sure that we took extra special care of you, if you decided to go through with it." Bryan shook his head wondering how much money his grandmother gave to the facility and bemoaned the fact that, likely, millions went to it instead of him. As those thoughts crowded Bryan's mind, he suddenly had another question. "How did you know my grandmother? She never left her house!" Kate grinned as she replied, "When I was working my way through college, I got a job cleaning houses. One of those houses was your grandmother's. We struck up a nice relationship. She was dear, sweet lady." "My opinion of her may differ," Bryan replied as he put his hands on widened hips. "She thought that this was for the best and for your own good. She didn't want you turn out like your old man." "I would have never turned out like that loser." "Your grandmother felt that you were more like him than you wanted to admit." Bryan shook his head before he asked, "Is that why you were chosen to watch over me?" "I volunteered for the job out of loyalty to your grandmother. Plus, I never could resist having total control over another adult," Kate answered with a grin. "It's not total," Bryan countered. "Close enough," Kate replied before she began to put Bryan through his paces. Kate started by giving him a pair of three inch heels to wear. Bryan gave the three inch heeled, patent leather shoes a worried look, prompting Kate to say, "Don't worry. You should get the hang of them in no time. I won't bother you with higher heels while you're here anyway. I figure you can work your way up to them as your year en femme progress." "Thanks," Bryan replied without emotion as he continued to stare at the heels. "You should be thankful. Some of the girls around here wouldn't be satisfied with letting you out the door without being proficient in four, or maybe even five, inch heels. I'm being reasonable as two and three inch heels are practical for working." "I'm not disagreeing," Bryan replied, sensing that his failure to thank her enough was going to lead him into wearing higher heels. "Then don't dawdle," Kate retorted. Bryan nodded as he put on the pointed toe heels that matched the sleeveless, knee length, red, cowl neck dress he was given that morning. Once Bryan finished putting them on, Kate began to instruct him how to walk around the room. The instructions she barked were committed to memory as any mistake was prompted by immediate scolding and threats of keeping him in the clinic longer. Given his urge to get his time en femme over as quick as possible, Kate's threats easily hit their mark while he moved around the room in heels, incorporating whatever mannerism Kate insisted on him using. As the first exercise ended, Kate said, "Good job, Sara." "Sara?" Bryan replied. "It's part of your official identity going forward, Miss Moseley." "My official identity." "Well, we can't bring you into the office en femme with a boy's name can we?" "I guess not." "Then you understand why we had to come up with a new identity for you." Bryan nodded before Kate began to instruct him how to sit in skirts. The instructions to keep his knees together or his legs crossed were easy enough to follow before Kate began to drill speaking patterns into his head. Bryan listened and repeated Kate's inflections, careful to change the tone of his voice to make it more emotive. Satisfied with his progress, Kate started to have Bryan incorporate hand movements into his conversations with her. They took a break to eat lunch. As they ate, Kate handed Bryan a bottle of pills. "What are these for?" Bryan asked. "They're to reduce your sex drive." Bryan gave the bottle a nervous look before he said, "Is that something I'm going to want to do?" "Did you have any thoughts yesterday that you're not able to act on anymore or that may have made a little crushing feeling on your manhood?" Bryan cringed as he thought about how unpleasant the feeling of an erection was underneath his prosthetics. Kate noted his visceral response and said, "The pills are going to make you not being able to have a release much more bearable." Bryan nodded before he opened the bottle. He looked at the pill for a few moments before he took it and washed it down with the water he had been given. After lunch, Kate provided Bryan with his feminized back-story. The story was easy enough for Bryan to follow as it mirrored his own life. Only the various details that gave away his masculinity were replaced. Stories of football and baseball games turned to stories about field hockey and softball. Bryan repeated them back to Kate using his inflective speaking tone and hand gestures to her approving nods. Once Bryan finished practicing for another few hours, he took a break to eat dinner. After dinner, Bryan was given a series of DVDs to watch of reality television shows and scripted dramas. The titles and subject matters of the shows did little for Bryan, but Kate advised that they were the types of things he was going to be expected to talk about at work. Knowing that Kate might hold up his departure if he did not put in enough effort learning the shows, Bryan threw himself into the task. As the last show finished airing, Kate instructed Bryan to write down his day in a diary. "Why?" Bryan asked. "It's to help get you in the right frame of mind. Try writing like a woman," she replied. "Easier said than done," Bryan muttered in response before he wrote down his days affairs in his diary. After finishing his diary entry, Bryan turned in for the night. After breakfast the next morning, Kate made Bryan bring his diary entry down to their training session. She opened to the first page and began to read it aloud. "Day one: I woke up, ate breakfast and put on a dress. I met my female trainer and she made me put on high heels. After prancing about for a few hours, she made me talk like a girl. This is completely awful, Sara." "What's wrong with it?" Bryan asked as he read the angered look on Kate's face. "It's stilted and not real. I want you to think like a girl, not a boy stuck in a girl's body." Bryan shook his head before Kate countered, "Here's a better way for it to read. Day one: After getting up and eating breakfast, I put on a pretty dress with a sexy, slinky ruched side waist. It was nicer than they had to give me, but they wanted to make feel pretty. Once I finished dressing, I got to meet Kate, and she gave me a cute pair of heels. She spent hours trying to help me learn to be a better and more desirable girl. Better right?" "If you say so," Bryan replied. "I do say so. I do say so," Kate retorted with a glare. "Are there any other problems?" "Let's keep reading. Let's see. Where did I leave off? Oh, yes. After dinner, Kate made me watch some television shows that showed a lethargic sense of creativity."' "Lethargic? Do you see the problem with that word, Sara?" "No." "That word is far too hoity-toity for an uneducated secretary like you!" Bryan groaned before he asked, "How should it read then?" Kate smiled as she replied, "I watched some reality shows and some great dramas with some cute boys. Just keep it simple." "You mean dumb it down," Bryan countered. "However, you want to look at it," Kate replied. Bryan rolled his eyes before Kate returned to reading the entry: "Then Kate made me watch some gay vampire show. She noted the actor was cute. I don't see it. That's how you ended the entry?" "It's accurate." "This exercise is to help get you into a girl's state of mind, not some disinterested man." "How should it read?" "Hold on. I'll mark it up for you," Kate replied as she took out a red pen and began to revise the ending of the entry for him. Kate finished and handed it back to Bryan as she said, "There, now, read that aloud." Bryan sighed before he read the marked-up entry, "After my training, Kate and I watched True Blood. Eric Northman is so cute and he's got...and it just ends like that." "It's for you to end. Tell me what you like about him."' "I don't like anything about him." "Bryan doesn't like anything about him. A normal woman would have some opinion on such a dreamy man." "Like what?" "You have to think for yourself," Kate countered. "I can't compliment a man." "Yes you can, Sara, and until you get over that hump, we can't get your own clock ticking." Bryan grumbled to himself before he finished the sentence because he's got pretty eyes." "Close, but a girl wouldn't call them pretty. She'd call them beautiful eyes or strong eyes, depending on her sensibilities." "Fine," Bryan replied as he changed the entry. Kate nodded at Bryan before she began to put him through the same exercises as the day before with small modifications to increase the level of the challenges, as well as integrating some training with cosmetics and self-hairstyling. As the end of the day came, Bryan wrote down the events of his day in the diary. The next morning, Kate read the entry aloud and noted the improvement before she made a few changes to make it more girly. Bryan cringed a bit as he read them, but he managed to hide most of his displeasure behind a fake smile. Bryan's efforts met with Kate's approval as she made him complete the exercises she had selected for him. As the third day of training ended, Kate smiled as she told him that he was good enough to pass himself off as a woman. Bryan squealed in delight as he hugged and thanked Kate. It was only as he let go of her that he realized how girlish his high pitched squeal and reaction was. Bryan hung his head for a moment before Kate placed her hand on his shoulder and said, "Remember to be confident." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Bryan thought he would feel relief as he exited the clinic for the first time as a woman. Instead, he felt only more anxiety about what his year in dresses would hold in store for him. The looks he got from some people passing by did not help him either. Bryan felt sick to his stomach as he saw a group of children mocking him with each other and laughing about his size, as if he could not see them. Bryan wanted to shout that he was not the fat girl they thought he was, but he knew it would not do any good. Bryan put his head down and walked with Kate towards the car that was waiting to take them to their new home. The ride to the apartment took more than a half an hour before Bryan and Kate were let out of the car. The driver wished them luck before Kate motioned for Bryan to follow her. Bryan walked behind her into the lobby before Kate handed Bryan a key and said, "This is for the front door to the building." Bryan nodded as he took the key and followed Kate up the three stories of staircases that lead to their apartment door. The extensive climbing of stairs seemed exhausting to Bryan as he struggled with the effects of the weight of the prosthetics covering his body. Kate held out another key in her hand before she turned it in the lock and said "That's for the doorknob and this is for the dead bolt." Bryan nodded as he watched Kate unlock the second lock before she handed him the two additional keys. As she turned the doorknob, Bryan looked at the three keys in his hand and asked, "Are we in the ghetto?" "You really are a prissy, Nancy preppie girl, aren't you?" "I'm not!" Bryan shrieked as his male pride swelled up before the sound of his high girlish voice promptly made him blush. "This isn't the ghetto, Sara. This is a respectable working class neighborhood." "Oh." "Yes, it's where people who work for a living live," Kate said, prompting Bryan to glare at her. "It's not my fault I was born rich," Bryan countered. "Who said there was any fault in it?" "You kind of talked down to me," Bryan replied as Kate pushed the door open. "You asked a stupid question." "Are there stupid questions?" "Of course, they typically come from stupid people," Kate replied. Bryan seethed for a moment as he closed the door behind him before he looked at the well worn pink carpet beneath his feet. The beige walls had clearly not been painted in years and the decorations on the wall strongly indicated that only girls lived in the apartment. Cheap pictures and painting prints decorated the walls. The couch's floral designs, like the rest of the apartment, seemed designed to make whatever thoughts Bryan had about holding onto his masculinity as absurd as possible. Bryan groaned as he looked over the small kitchen and bathroom before Kate showed him to his bedroom. The twin bed left much to be desired for Bryan before he looked over the white blanket and sheets. "That doesn't look like it was designed to be slept in," Bryan said as he turned towards Kate. "It'll be easier for you since you won't bleed in it." The image that Kate left in his head made Bryan sick before he said, "Are you going to be a bitch the whole year?" "Just when you deserve it," Kate countered. Bryan rolled his eyes before he asked, "So when do we get to leave this box?" "We have work first thing tomorrow." "We're starting tomorrow?" Bryan asked with some alarm. Kate grinned as she said, "We start the whole routine tomorrow." "What routine?" "You're new workday routine." "Which is what exactly?" Bryan asked despite not wanting to know what it involved. "You're going to get up with me. We're going to get ready for work. Catch our train." "Train?" "Well, subway, but, yes it's a train." "Isn't that for poor people?" "It's for those who can't pay a small fortune to park their car at the office each day." Bryan nodded sullenly before Kate continued, "Once we finish walking from our stop, we'll work all day with the other girls. Then five o'clock will come, and we will be rushing for exits. We'll get back on the train and stop off at the gym." "Gym? I'm going to be at a gym like this?" "Fortunately, we've got memberships at an all girls gym. It's a far less judgmental place." 'My ass', Bryan thought to himself as he nervously rubbed his hands together. "Then we come home, make dinner, and watch some girly shows or read some girly books and go to bed." As he processed her words, Bryan gave Kate a dumbfounded expression as his mind began to race. 'I'm really not going to get a break from this shit unless I'm a sleep', Bryan thought. Kate smiled at the expression on Bryan's face as she thought, 'That's right. You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, sister.' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, Bryan showered and ate breakfast before he got dressed for the day ahead. Kate laid out his clothes on his bed for him after she finished getting dressed herself. Bryan cringed at the sight of the black, long sleeve top, orange skirt and black tights. "Is she trying to make my ass look like a pumpkin?" Bryan muttered to himself before he sat down on the bed and rolled the tights down as he had been trained at the clinic. Bryan unrolled the tights up his legs before he stepped into the skirt. As he bent down to step into it, he nearly double over from the still unusual weight of the heavy breasts on his chest that were dragging him down. Kate laughed as she saw Bryan catch himself with his skirt at his ankles. "Put on the bra first. You can't be bending over with your big boobies flapping everywhere." Bryan cringed at her comment before he begrudgingly thanked her. Bryan moved towards his dresser and removed a black bra. After struggling to hook it behind his back for a few seconds, he fastened it and went back to putting on his skirt. Once Bryan finished pulling up the zipper, he pulled the black top over his head. Bryan checked his appearance in the mirror in the room for a second before he headed for the bathroom to put on his makeup. Bryan remembered the lessons that Kate had drilled into him at the clinic as he put on his lipstick and mascara. Bryan felt somewhat happy that his face did not require much in the way of makeup given that his skin was given an even tone at the clinic. After brushing out his hair, Bryan walked out of the bathroom and went into his bedroom to put on the shoes that he was pairing with the outfit. Bryan slipped his feet in the black, suede platform pumps with a chunky heel and a rounded toe before he turned and walked out of the room. Kate grinned as he emerged from his bedroom, fully dressed and carrying a pocketbook. "Now, that's the image of a lovely working girl that would have made your grandmother proud." "Are you ready?" Bryan asked, wanting to get his first day as a feminized secretary over. Kate nodded as she said, "Let's go." Bryan took a deep breath as he followed Kate out of the apartment. They carefully descended the steps as Kate reminded him to walk down the stairs with his feet at angle to ensure that both the heel and toe of his shoes hit each step they landed upon. After exiting the apartment building, they walked down the street side by side. Bryan could see some peeved people rushing by them, shaking their heads. Bryan could swear that he heard one mutter the word "Cow," but Kate told him that he was hearing things. They reached the steps to the subway entrance after walking a few blocks. Bryan carefully descended the steps while men rushed by to the side of him. 'How easy you pricks have it, and you don't even know it', Bryan thought as he saw some of their sneakers and oxfords as he moved down the steps, slowed by his heels. After paying the fare to enter, Bryan and Kate walked towards the subway platform to await their train. Bryan felt the sticky heat of the subway broken up only by the occasional, slight breeze of a train speeding by on an interior track. Once their train came to a stop, they boarded it and sought out an empty seat. Bryan saw one and took it, while Kate sat diagonally across from him. Bryan could sense that man sitting next to him was not happy about Bryan's apparent girth that was spilling over into his seat, but Bryan tried to pay him no attention. They rode the train for over a dozen stops before they exited at the stop for their office building. Bryan and Kate hurried out of the train with a mass of people, before another mass took their places. They then made their way to an escalator and rode it up before they exited the subway station and began walking towards the satellite office where they had been assigned. "Are you sure there's going to be no one there who knows my story," Bryan asked Kate as the numbers of the building came into view. "I'm sure. They're a huge firm with six different offices in the city alone. We're in a satellite office. None of these people worked on your case or even care about it." Kate's words gave Bryan a sense of relief as they pushed their way trough the front door of the office building. They went over to the security desk and checked in. The guard called up to their new employer to confirm that they were the new employees. After receiving confirmation, Bryan and Kate were taken to the side by security to have their pictures taken for their security passes. Shortly thereafter, they were each given a laminated card bearing their employer name, likeness and their name. Bryan cringed at the sight of his picture beneath the feminine name he had been given. Kate peered over at his picture and said, "That's not a bad picture of you." "Oh, yes. It's just wonderful. Dad would be so proud," Bryan replied shaking his head. "Well, you being the kind of person your Dad would be proud of was sort of your grandmother's biggest concern." Bryan nodded, knowing that was why he was standing there in heels and skirt that morning. They then headed for the elevator. They made their way into it and got off on their floor with a few other people. They looked at the directory on the walls before they headed towards the law office they would be working at. As they pushed their way through the office door, a woman named Lili greeted them as she read their security cards. She brought them around the office and introduced them to everyone. Bryan struggled to keep up with the small talk the girls made as they were complimenting each others outfits or bags. It was almost a relief for him to talk briefly with the men in the office who had no use for discussing what he felt were trivialities. Once Kate and Bryan were finished being introduced to everyone, Bryan was shown to his desk. Bryan got situated for a few minutes before one of the attorneys called him into his office. Bryan got to his feet and walked into the man's office before he told Bryan to take a seat. Bryan sat down before the man explained to him how to fill out form loan documents for a bank that was client of the firms. Bryan nodded as he listened to the man as he showed him how to complete the documents. He emailed Bryan a link to some samples of the firm's prior work before he gave Bryan a file to prepare the initial loan documents for. After taking hold of the file, Bryan walked back to his desk and sat back down. Looking over at Kate, Bryan decided to make himself look more feminine by crossing his legs before he began to start typing up the documents. Bryan spent his first two hours typing the information provided to him on a sheet from the bank into the loan documents. While he typed, Bryan heard the administrative assistants around him talking to each other. They had a familiarity with each other that Bryan and Kate did not share. While Kate, however, interjected from time to time, Bryan kept largely silent. He tried to focus on his work and keep the feminine discussions filling his ears out of his mind. As Bryan continued to work, one of the attorneys called his phone. Bryan picked up and talked with the man for a moment before he asked Bryan to help him with a closing. Bryan nodded as he got to his feet and greeted the people in the waiting room. Bryan led them into the conference room and situated them as the attorney instructed him to before he went to get the attorney. Bryan followed the attorney back into the conference room and sat down beside him as the attorney handed out documents to be signed. Bryan watched as each document was signed before one of the documents was improperly executed. Bryan got up and took a clean copy of the document to the copy machine and ran off new copies before he returned to the closing. As he sat down, the attorney asked Bryan to find a document in the file for him. After thumbing through the tabs of the folders, Bryan found the document and handed it to the attorney. The attorney showed the document to the borrower's attorney and the title closer before the closing continued. Once the closing finished, Bryan said goodbye to everyone and was tasked with cleaning up the conference room. After a little searching, Bryan found the cleaning supplies and returned to the conference room. With some effort, Bryan leaned over the table and began to wipe it down. He braced himself with one arm as the weight on his chest kept pulling him ever further down while he leaned over the table. 'This is what I went to college for?' Bryan thought as he finished wiping the table clean before he headed back to his desk. As Bryan sat down, he realized that it was time for lunch. Kate looked over to him and asked if he wanted to grab lunch with her. Bryan wasted little time in agreeing before they stood up and left the office together. They walked to a near by eatery that Kate was familiar with. After getting their food, they sat down at a small table and started to talk. Bryan shook his head as he ate and said, "Filling out the loan docs is so fucking boring." "It's not enthralling for anyone," Kate countered. "It's probably easier for you." "I didn't work my way through college to work as secretary," Kate rejoined. "Then why are you doing it?" "Because it's my assignment from my real job, and I did like your grandmother a lot. I made her a promise, and I'm going to keep it." Bryan nodded before Kate added, "And with that in mind, I wanted to discuss something with you." "What?" Bryan inquired. "You need to interact with the girls more." "Why?" "That's why you're here. You're here to learn to be like a girl, and girls talk." "Can't I be a shy girl in peace?" "No. You're going to be the outgoing type. Just like you'd be if you were a man." Bryan glared at her for a second since he had been an outgoing man. His male confidence, however, was buried under the rolls of fake fat that were concealing his toned body. "You need to interact with the girls more. I want to hear you trying to learn how to do it. Engage them." Bryan nodded his head as he chewed. The subject of conversation then turned to their work while they finished eating. After lunch, Bryan and Kate headed back to the office. They settled back in and started doing their work again. Shortly after his return, one of the attorneys dropped off a marked-up set of loan documents. Bryan inquired what he wanted he wanted him to do with him. The attorney explained that they were changes proposed by the corporate borrower's attorneys that were acceptable to the bank. Bryan nodded before he paused working on the new loan documents and began to make revisions to the loan documents given to him. As he typed up the changes, he listened to the girls start talking about some piece of celebrity gossip. Bryan paused to Google the story before he chimed in with his opinion. "I didn't know you talked," Nora, another secretary replied with a laugh. "She's shy," Kate responded for Bryan. "I'll say," Katina, the office manager, replied. The girls kept talking about the subject until one of the girls started to talk about her personal life. She complained about her husband while the other girls noted what their boyfriends or husbands had done that was similar. Bryan shook his head at the various levels of anger the girls had about whatever little fault they could find with their husbands or boyfriends. "Can't you girls cut your men some slack," Bryan interjected, unable to keep himself from defending his gender any longer. The girls started to laugh at Bryan, prompting Bryan to laugh along as if that was his goal all along. Bryan was uncomfortable with talking with the girls given their response to his words as Kate gave him a peeved look while the girls continued to talk about things that did not hold his interest. One of the attorneys then called over to Bryan and asked him to get a cup of coffee for him. After confirming how the man wanted his coffee, Bryan got to his feet. Shortly after he got up, Kate got to her feet and headed for the kitchen. Kate walked into it and closed the door behind her. "What's up?" Bryan asked, with undisguised confusion. "We need to talk," Kate replied. "Okay. What's going on?" "I get the feeling out there that you're not a girl." "I wonder why that could be?" Bryan replied, rolling his eyes. "That's what you're here to learn to be. You're not acting enough like a girl!" "So what?" Bryan retorted. Kate glared at him as she replied, "If that's the attitude you want to have we can go back to the clinic!" "What are you talking about?" "I'm in charge of you. If I don't think you can pass yourself off as a regular woman, I can refer you back to the clinic for more training. That starts the clock all over again." Bryan started to sweat as he wondered if she was bluffing before he replied, "But everyone here already knows me..." "There are other braches, Sara, and there are other people you could be. With some new prosthetics and little touchups on your skin you can be an Asian woman, or a Hispanic or a Black woman, really any type of woman." Bryan stared blankly at her, knowing that she was likely not bluffing about the clinic's capabilities. A smile came across Kate's face as she inquired, "So, are you willing to try a little harder?" Bryan nodded before Kate said, "Good. Now, finish up grabbing that coffee." After Kate stepped out of the kitchen, Bryan brought the coffee over to the attorney and returned to his desk. As he reached it, Katina motioned for him to come over to her. Bryan walked towards her, and she told him that she needed him to copy a loan closing package. Bryan nodded before he was given the package together with a list of how many full sets he would need plus the additional copies of certain documents in addition to the sets. After carrying the papers to the copier, Bryan began to run off copies. He stood there staring at the machine as it ran off copies before pausing to alert him that it needed more paper. Bryan scurried to the supply closet and picked up a ream of paper before he carried it back over to the copier. He filled the tray and clutched his back as he stood back up. He wiped the sweat away from his brow as he continued waiting for the complete sets to finish copying. Once he clipped the copy sets together, Bryan took to sorting the originals and pulling out the documents that he needed to make extra copies of. As Bryan continued to work on the copy job, he caught sight of the time on the copier and was surprised by how long the task was taking him. Bryan's kept pressing the buttons to change the amount of copies he was making as he ran off the additional pages of various pages of the loan documents. Once he finished, he grouped the loan documents by type and clipped them together. Pursuant to his instructions, Bryan then brought the documents to the attorney handling the matter. He smiled as he thanked Bryan for the documents before he reminded Bryan to make sure he updated the closing checklist. Bryan nodded before he returned to his desk. Bryan brought up the file on the system and typed in what he had done on the closing checklist. After he completed his task, Bryan went back to typing up loan documents with the information provided from the bank. The repetitiveness of the assembly line approach to the documents became draining on Bryan as he finished his workday. Bryan felt a fleeting sense of relief as the workday came to an end before he realized just how many more days he would be spending toiling away in the office. Bryan's despair was broken up as he caught sight of Kate motioning for him to follow her out the door. Kate led Bryan back out of the building and towards the subway. Bryan descended the steps carefully again bef