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Authors note: This won't make much sense if you haven't read Unexpected Consequences and the first two chapters of Neighbours. I apologise for the delay of this chapter, too many other things demanding my time! To those of you who have enjoyed my stories and know this plot: read on and enjoy! She picked up the phone on the third ring. "Claire speaking." "Hello Claire, this is Tanya Darlington. I wonder if you have a few minutes for me?" "Tanya! Good to hear from you again, I've always got time for you. What do you want to say?" "I'm concerned about Diane. I think she is trying to outdo 'Dave' in her work for my companies. She is trying too hard. Dave used to work with my people so they wanted what he wanted them to do but Diane seems to be pushing them, they are resisting and she just pushes harder. If she'd only use her looks and personality she'd do so much better than Dave ever could. I will have to talk it through with her but wanted you to know in case she is gets over-fragile. I don't want her feeling her new femininity is threatened so you may need to help her at home, too, please Claire." "Of course, Tanya and thanks for marking my card. I'll let her know we've talked and we are trying to help. When will you see her?" "I've asked her to come and see me late this afternoon. There is another side of this as well. She told me that when she 'came out' as a cross- dresser four of his old partners resigned. I know they were all good in their own fields but Dave was the one who brought it all together in a one-package solution. Now I think she is trying to also do the work that those others did. She has to recruit good people to replace those lost skills. Diane's knowledge of international business law is good but she has to get a qualified lawyer on board very soon or she's going to make mistakes." "Thanks again for the heads-up, dear friend - I might have an idea that could solve several problems at one go." "We should keep in close touch from now on, Claire. When I'm next down your way we must do lunch together but please call me any time if you have any worries about Diane. She is a lovely person and I want to see her reach her full potential; she can easily be far better than Dave and he was the best in the business. Oh! By the way, Carol is amazing. Since Diane let her loose she is excelling at every task she's given. And she is so supportive of Diane, it is incredible to watch them together." "Thanks for your concern, Tanya. I'm sure we can sort Diane out between us. Lunch sounds great but I'll need a day or two's warning so I can clear it with my boss." As she said her goodbyes and put down the phone, Claire's eyes were slightly glazed as her very smart mind went into gear. Ten minutes later she picked up the phone again and dialled her neighbour. "Hi Zoe, it's Claire. I've a couple of things I'd like to discuss with you. Do you fancy coming over for coffee and a chat? That's great, I'll see you in five minutes." Much later that Friday afternoon Claire heard her husband's car pull into the garage and she took the cool glass of white wine from the fridge as the connecting door opened into the kitchen. "Welcome home, Diane darling. Guess you could use this," she said with a warm smile, proffering the glass. I dropped my laptop and handbag on the kitchen counter, took the wine and set it down untouched then pulled Claire into a tight embrace and a soft but needy kiss. As our lips parted I said "I needed that a whole lot more, sweet Claire. Sorry to be late again, I had a long chat with Tanya - but, of course you know that. She said you'd talked together. Let's sit for a few moments then I'll go freshen up." Holding my wife's hand I led her into the snug as we sipped our drinks. Once seated I turned to Claire to tell her "I feel very honoured to have both you and Tanya so concerned for me. What she said made a great deal of sense and I'm sorry if I've been bringing these troubles home." "But you haven't, really, Honey. You have been a bit stressed but no more than Dave was at times. It is just that Tanya wants to nip things in the bud before they get serious. She's known you for a long time and is great at reading people. And she is right about getting replacements for the four partners that left - you have been concentrating too much on your work to tackle that as well but it has been over two months since they went. At some point soon we are going to need a vacation, too, so we must have things in place for you to take time off." We chatted more as we consumed our wine. When I finally put down my empty glass, Claire put on her 'bossy' voice and attitude. "Right, my girl. Get yourself upstairs, take a shower and put on something sexy. I'm taking you out for a meal!" "Yes, Ma'am," I answered with a smile and stood atop my heels. Feeling the stress drain from my body, I made my way to the bedroom to follow orders. The meal and venue were perfect and we gave ourselves up to the true love that binds us as we chatted through a myriad of thoughts. Soon our other hunger, the one for each other began to grow so with rising anticipation I drove us home. As soon as the front door was locked behind us Claire pulled me into a passionate kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth as her hands tugged down the zip at the back of my dress. Claire yanked down the half-slip from my hips, took my hand and marched us off to the bedroom. Claire spun me around, unclasped my red lacy bra to free my breasts, then peeled down my tight red latex panties to release my growing 'clit' from its warm restraint. "On the bed!" Claire ordered and watched with satisfaction as her submissive husband rushed to obey, my black latex corset and black stockings contrastingly stark against the white bed sheets. With rising excitement I watched her shed her dress, bra and panties, leaving her stockings and garterbelt in place. Taking what she wanted from the bedside cupboard, which she now called her 'toy-box,' Claire straddled my corseted waist and applied the strong leather cuffs to my wrists. After clicking home the locks she raised my head so she could buckle and lock the leather posture-collar in place. I looked up at my dominant wife in love, awe, a small part of fear and a great deal of arousal, then watched as she brought my cuffs up and lock them to the sides of my collar, immobilising my hands and arms completely. I marvelled at how Claire's confidence had grown and how much she loved her dominance over me. The more she had grown in her dominant role over the past few months so had my submissiveness and our love and mutual satisfaction. She hadn't touched me sexually yet but my erection was almost painful in its hardness. The abundance of love was apparent in Claire's eyes as she held my gaze. "Right, my sexy girly-boy toy! My needs come first and so will I because you are going to worship me like never before." As she spoke she crept up my helpless body until she could lower her very moist pussy down to my waiting lips. Whilst my willing tongue parted her inner lips and began to flit all over her vulva, knowing exactly what excited my demanding wife, she wriggled above me and settled backwards, forcing my elbows wide apart, then reached her hands behind to gently caress my breasts. As Claire's arousal began to grow from my skilled oral attack on her pulsing pussy her breathing became faster and she purred "Come on, my love-slave, you can do better than that!" To urge me on she reached to find my nipples. "Oh! How much these have grown," she muttered as she began to roll them between fingers and thumbs and was rewarded by me concentrating on her rigid clit. She gasped in delight and began pinching and tugging on my nipples as she had taught me to need and love. In turn, I responded by sucking and biting gently on the beautiful hard button of Claire's core, all the time tasting her sweet juices as she flooded my face. Such intense stimulation of her clit was too much for Claire and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as an intense climax hit her like a freight-train and held her in its orgasmic grip for almost a minute. As it faded, at last, Claire moved enough to allow me a welcome lung-full of air. Our eyes caught and held, transmitting unspoken messages of the fantastic love we have for each other. Her beautiful breasts shook gently as she got her breathing under control. Minutes later Claire raised herself and reversed down my body to guide my hardness into her well-lubricated pussy. I groaned as the hot, velvet grip embraced the head then the whole shaft of my erection. I had learnt well not to move when Claire took charge of our love-making, as she usually did, but had to force myself to lie still in my bondage. I watched her hands reach again for my breasts and gently knead the soft flesh before rolling my erect nipples as I had come to love and desire. At the moment Claire's grip was once again gentle and extremely arousing but I knew she would soon give me the exciting pain she had also shown me I needed. Claire started raising and lowering her hips in long slow strokes as she teased me, knowing this would not take me to orgasm but it excited her and she enjoyed the knowledge that I was obeying her by not pounding my stiffness into her. Claire had confided several times how good it felt to be stretched by my thickness and that she loved how my femininity was juxtaposed with a manhood that was tucked away most of the time but could swell to such perfect proportions whenever she demanded it. From the look on her beautiful face she was feeling it all once again. I also realised, again, how incredibly horny we had both been since I first became Diane and this horniness took over our bodies and minds. Claire's pace quickened suddenly and she was pumping up and down as our bodies took maximum satisfaction from each other. I looked up in wonder as her breasts wobbled independently as, with her eyes shut tight, she impaled herself faster and faster. At the first onset of her climax Claire stopped pumping. With full penetration she changed her motion into circling her hips in a big swirl, knowing how exciting this was for me and was rewarded by guttural groans from my mouth. At the same time Claire gripped both of my nipples tightly and began tugging firmly, a move she knew would trigger my climax which, in turn would trigger her own. Nor was she wrong as she watched my head tip back and my lip-sticked mouth open and scream "Oh God! Claire!" as I felt my shaft rhythmically begin pumping my seed deep into her body. Claire suddenly stiffened in spasm as her own orgasm suddenly rushed to its peak and she screamed silently again as it washed through her lovely body. Finally she slumped down on me and kissed me tenderly as the last tremors died away. "Please release me, Darling," I begged, minutes later. "I so want to hold you tightly against me. Please?" Claire chuckled but reached to her nightstand and retrieved the key for the locks holding my wrists to my collar. Soon she was rewarded by the arms that enfolded her as we rolled onto our sides. As we kissed once more we felt my shrinking penis slip out of her very wet pussy. We whispered our love for each other for many long minutes before tiredness made itself aware so, before we fell asleep we made our way into the bathroom for ablutions and to remove our make-up and clothing. Back in the bedroom Claire passed me a long black silk nightgown, which matched her own, and watched as I slipped it over my head and down my rubber-corseted body. After we climbed into bed Claire enfolded me in her arms and said "You are being very good with your figure-training, Honey. Ever since we bought them you've worn the satin corsets each and every workday and the latex one all weekends. They really give you a fantastic figure." Sleepily I replied "And they are working very well, darling Claire. Every day they feel a little less tight and even this latex one is really comfortable now. I've been thinking that soon I should visit Sue again and see if I need new and smaller one. I love the shape they give me and even when I take them off, my body is starting to look the way I want it to." We kissed gently again and made ready to sleep. Then, in the darkness, I listened as Claire said "Oh, by the way, I've invited Zoe and her husband over for the afternoon, tomorrow. They'll be coming for lunch at mid-day." "OK," I replied sinking further towards sleep. "I haven't seen Zoe for a couple of weeks...................nor her husband since Diane appeared. I hope Zoe told him about me." "Of course she's told him, Honey. I think you'll be quite surprised." -0o0o0- Saturday morning began with our usual breakfast and chat. I bounced some ideas off Claire about how I could revert to consulting without pushing my ideas onto people and Claire helped a lot. Finally she fixed me with her 'silly' grin and told me "Just let Diane take charge, Honey! She is such a nurturing person that she will do things the right way, naturally. Just let people know you are trying to help them and they will respond much better than if you push them." That gave me plenty to think about while she drove off to the shops for groceries while I began preparing the vegetables for lunch. Once Claire returned we laid the table on the patio and got the cooking underway. "So what should I wear for lunch, Darling," I asked. "Sexy- smart or sexy-casual?" "Whatever you want to wear. I'm planning on a skirt and blouse as it's nice and warm outside so I'd suggest you think sexy-comfortable but knowing you it will be a very girly look. "But that's OK, Diane!" she added hurriedly. "You can get away with that look as it suits you." I grinned at her to show there weren't any bad feelings, checked my watch and, seeing it was 11.30, said I was going to sort out what to wear. I had a good idea of what I wanted to wear - it was a mid-pink clingy, scoop-necked, short-sleeved top in a fine jersey that I hadn't had chance to wear yet. Certainly not suitable for work! I paired it with a slightly darker pink cotton skirt which had a feint delicate floral pattern and came to just above the knee. The only shoes I had to match were pink peep-toes but had a 4 inch heel. To hell with it, I love wearing heels - they always feel so darn sexy - so that was my choice. I realised that I'd subconsciously made my choice during the night because I'd painted my nails a bold pink earlier that morning. I sat and did my make-up, bold pink lipstick complemented with two-tone pink eye-shadow, touched up my hair and mascara and began dressing as Claire came up to change. Her choice was a white silk blouse with blue detailing around the collar and a blue full skirt. She had matching blue flats which made her a couple of inches short than me. I'd just inserted the pink-stoned pendant earrings to match my necklace when Claire said "Go check on the cooking, Honey, while I touch up my make-up. I'll be down as soon as I can." The meal was almost ready so I turned off the oven and started cooking the last of the vegetables. I added the strawberries to the rest of the fresh fruit salad I'd made for desert just as Claire entered the kitchen. "Wow! You look great, Claire, I love your eyes," I told her as she'd added a subtle eye-liner and a slightly darker-than-usual eye shadow. "Thanks, Honey, you look pretty good yourself!" I blew her a kiss and checked the white wine was chilled then corked the red - I still believe in letting a good Merlot breathe despite expert opinion to the contrary. Just as I put down the corkscrew the doorbell chimed. "You get the door, Honey, but take off your apron first!" I loved that lacy white apron, a real favourite in the kitchen as it was so girly. But take it off I did and opened the front door to see Zoe in skin-tight jeans and a white top and...................... My chin dropped as I saw Zoe's sister in a pale green, short-sleeved dress next to her. Zoe stepped a pace forward and said "Hi Diane! This is Brittany, Brit for short." I recovered my manners, smiled and replied "Sorry girls, do come in." I stood aside as they entered then closed the door behind them, checking out Zoe's jewelled sandals and Brit's two-inch wedges. Zoe put her hands on my shoulders and gave me a quick hug and an air kiss. "Thanks for the invite, Diane." I went to do the same with Brit but saw the slight flinch so I held out my hand and Brit gently shook it without saying anything. I took in the slight runners build and elfin face with perfect make-up yet the shoulder-length blonde hair wasn't quite right nor was her posture. I'd realised, of course, by now that this was Brian and also that this was probably his first outing in public so I chatted about how good it was to see them as I led them through to our enclosed patio. Once I had them seated I poured them a glass each of wine plus two more for Claire and myself, still keeping up the light chatter until Claire came out and said "Hi Zoe, thanks for coming over. And you must be Brittany; Zoe has told me lots about you but not how pretty you are! You're very welcome in our house." I saw the tension begin to release in Brit's eyes and face, even her shoulders relaxed a little so I took the bull by the horns and said "You used to know me as Dave, Brian. It looks like both of us have found our real selves now, doesn't it? I have never been as happy as I now am as Diane and, if you are even half as content to be Brit then I raise my glass to you!" Our wives raised theirs too with a joint "Cheers!" Brit exhaled long and loud then smiled at each of us in turn. "Thank you, Diane. You'll never know how hard it was to come here today. Even as we left our house Zoe had to force me out. Now I feel so good. Zoe had told me how lovely you were as a girl, Diane, but I have to say I never expected you to look so pretty. You are so confident. You'll have to give me some advice!" With the ice truly broken Claire and I excused ourselves to bring out the lunch. In the kitchen Claire hugged me and said "Told you about your nurturing side! Would you push the trolley, Honey?" She had already placed all the dishes on it so I wheeled it through the lounge to the patio and unloaded onto the middle of the table. As I leaned to place a casserole dish Zoe exclaimed "Whahoo, Diane! Where did all that cleavage come from?" I know I blushed but replied "As soon as I made the decision to live as a girl Claire spoke with her boss and convinced her to do a breast augmentation on me. Claire did her usual stuff and helped, even persuaded Janet to use new technology implants that the makers want to trial so the costs were minimal. And as you can see the results are great." Claire interrupted and ordered everyone to help themselves before it got cold so we all tucked in. With the meal unferway Zoe asked "Was it painful, Diane?" so between mouthfuls I explained that the surgery was under an hour and I was sore for three days but painkillers helped. The incisions in the crease below my breasts were very small because the hybrid implants were soft-gel silicone with a core for a saline filling. Janet, the surgeon, had partially filled the cores but left the ends of the very fine tubes outside my body. That enabled my chest skin to stretch and, after a week, I went back and took off the horrid cotton bra I had to wear constantly while I healed. Janet then added more saline as I sat upright until all three of us were happy with the size and shape of my breasts. I told them that, along with the cream Claire had been using, Janet had also prescribed a regimen of hormones but only enough to aid my breast development, prevent facial hair growth and soften my skin tone. Janet, once we were all in agreement with my new D-cups, tucked the sealed tube-ends inside my chest and added the final stitch to seal the tiny incisions. "Were you off work for long?" enquired Brit. "One day only! Janet did the op on a Friday morning and I went into work on Monday. After two weeks the stitches were removed and I've not looked back" "But you have looked far more feminine!" Quipped my wife and I nodded my gratitude for the compliment. The lunch was finished and we decided to wait a while before tackling desert but I poured more wine. Throughout the meal I'd been covertly watching Brit and, whilst she was mostly feminine in her actions, there were the odd give-away male signs at times. Zoe turned to Brit, beside her and asked, quietly, "You'd like proper breasts too, wouldn't you Sweety? Then you'd look really femmy." Brit blushed but responded "I'd love to but can you imagine the fuss at the firm if I did? How did you get away with the changes, Diane?" I gave her a quick pr?cis of how Tanya had made it possible and related the shock and horror when I had told my six associates of my decision which resulted in one of them leaving immediately and three more at the end of the following week. The remaining two had no problems at all with me as a woman and, in fact, had become closer in our working relationship. I added how Carol was a Godsend and a real pillar of support in those first few weeks. "But the one really special person who allowed and encouraged me to be so content is my fabulous wife! Claire, in front of these friends of ours, I toast and thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your love, care, help and persuasion in releasing the person I truly am. Thank you, Darling." Poor Claire! She blushed more than I have ever seen and her eyes glistened with a tear or two. I wrapped my arm around her and cuddled her to me for a moment. As Claire sat up straight again she cleared her throat, looked at me and asked "Did you know Brit is a lawyer?" She looked across the table and asked "What branch of law do you practice, Brit?" Brit smiled sheepishly and replied "Nothing glamorous, I'm afraid. We have a couple of criminal lawyers - I love calling them that - at our firm and they look down on everyone else. Especially the likes of me, I do business law." I jerked in surprise then, spotting the twinkle in Zoe's blue eyes, realised what our scheming, wonderful wives had been up to! I decided to play dumb, took a sip of wine and said "Doesn't sound to me like you have a happy working environment, Brit." "Oh. It's OK. There is plenty of work and the money is adequate." "Do you cover international law?" "Of course. Sadly most of my work is local and mundane stuff though." "Ever thought of working for yourself?" I asked. I trusted Claire's judgement in people so decided then and there to go for broke. "Well, I'd love to but it is difficult to get established." "Just so happens I need a business lawyer and I have a whole load of work lined up for at least the next year. In fact, if I can replace the assholes - whoops, sorry ladies! I meant replace those who left with good people I know I can grow the consultancy much more. Give it some thought, please Brit." I watched Brit's chin drop as he turned towards his wife to take in her cheerful smile of agreement, then I threw in the clincher. "And as you dress and act so convincingly maybe you'd like to work as Brit instead of Brian?" I watched her face drain of colour and her eyes glaze as all the possibilities flashed through her mind but was amazed at both her speed of recovery and her first question: "If you really think I could pass then when would you want me to start, Diane?" I smiled into her greenish eyes, reached over the table and took Brit's hand to seal the deal. Claire giggled beside me so I turned to her and, with a smile to soften the words, told her "And don't think I haven't worked out that you and Zoe set us up!" Zoe jumped to Claire's defence. "It was far more than that, Diane. Yes, Claire did ask about Brian's work and if he was happy because she knew you needed those professional skills but I had a very selfish part in all this." She clasped Brit's hand in hers and, looking at him, said "Brit is the only person I could ever love and to see the emptiness in your eyes whenever she wasn't present was tearing me apart. It was even worse as I knew how happy Diane and Claire have been and I wanted the same chance at happiness for us. When Claire talked about the coincidence I just burst into tears and said many prayers of thanks. And............" she suddenly giggled, "this lunch gave me the perfect opportunity to get Brit out in public!" We all laughed at that then Claire dug me in the ribs and ordered "Go and get the bottle of Champagne that is waiting in the cooler, Honey. I hoped this would go well and now we can celebrate." For the next hour we sat and chatted about all the changes and possibilities that the future held for us. It was a good and very happy time. Claire Zoe and I assured Brit that he could carry this off but I did warn him that he still had lots to learn to be truly feminine and he had to improve his confidence as a woman. When the fat, green bottle was empty, Claire stood up and said she was going to load the dishwasher and Zoe said she'd help. Once they were indoors I said "Come, Brit, let's go inside and talk girl-to-girl." She giggled and followed through to the snug where we sank into the soft leather and I noted how naturally Brit tucked her skirt as she sat. "I'm not going to pull any punches so do you mind if I speak candidly?" My tone sobered her up a bit although neither of us was tipsy. "Not at all Di - do you mind if I call you that?" I shook my head and smiled then talked earnestly. "I've been immersed in femininity for almost four months now and it has been very intense. I have help from some very special ladies who made sure I learned rapidly how to look and act as a woman, a lady even. If you are sure you want to work with me as Brit then you must go through the same learning curve. I understand all your joys and doubts - don't think I haven't gone through the same soul-searching that you are experiencing - but I'm going to take a big risk that you will 'pass' completely in the business environment. My biggest client is a huge conglomerate and I cannot afford any scandal. "Initially you will be at my local office where you can be Brit without any fear. However you are going to need to accompany me to clients and give presentations quite soon so you need to be totally convincing as a girl. I strongly suggest that for the rest of the month, until you leave your present firm, you take as much leave as you have, stay dressed as Brit and get Zoe to teach and watch your every move. I will say that you look great - did you choose your own clothes for today and do your own make-up?" She shook her head, "No, Zoe did my make-up and also lent me her clothes. I guess I have a lot to learn. And I'll have to buy a whole new wardrobe and quickly." By this time, I'd really taken to Brit and was sure this was going to work out so I told her, "You really must work out exactly how you want to look and what works for you. That goes especially for your hair so don't scrimp on a cheap wig. Claire and I will be happy to help you shop. We have found a very special friend for clothing as well as a great source of sexy shoes. Do you have adequate funds to do this transition all at once?" "Oh yes, we've made some good investments so we'll just cash in a couple. I don't think we'll be able to afford a breast-job for a while though so I'll stick with the foam falsies!" I smiled and said "I think I can help you there - come upstairs." Then I froze for a moment, turned back to Brit and said "Brian, I want you to know that I am totally straight. The only person I love is my dear wife and whilst you and I seem to have a special affinity that has shown itself today, I think Zoe is the only person for you. You don't have to say anything but I just wanted to make that totally clear." I was rewarded by a smile and "I'm glad you did say it, Di. Zoe is the only one for me and, besides, she would never let me look at another person. Now what did you want me upstairs for?" Once in the bedroom I told Brit to open the front of her dress and lose the foam. While she did so I went and got the expensive silicone forms we'd bought from Sue. I certainly didn't need them anymore but knew the confidence they had given me through their natural feel and bounce. I took the lid off the box and passed it to Brit, saying, "A present from Claire and me." And I took the cheap foam forms and tossed them on the bed. "Wow!" said Brit as she took the first one out of the box, examined it then tried to insert it into her white lacy bra. I giggled and took the box from her hand and told her how to set it on her chest. The other was soon tucked into the other bra cup and she did up the front of her dress and found it was a little bit tighter now. That didn't stop her pushing out her new assets and checking how she looked in the mirror! "Oh thank you, Di! They look and feel so different!" "Just wait a while until they warm up, then you will really notice the difference. And, if you want, you can glue them in place. I'd recommend that for whenever you'll be Brit for a day or two because they'll stay firmly in place and, believe me, you will not forget they are there!" We went back down to the snug to find our wives sipping brandy. "Where have you been, Brit, and why the big smile?" asked Zoe. In reply Brit threw the foam forms at her, which she deftly caught. "Welcome to my new twin girls, courtesy of Claire and Di! What do you think?" She asked, drawing back her elbows and turning sideways to give her wife a great view. "I think you look lovely, sweet Brit, but why don't you come and sit next to me so I can check out the feel?" and Brit threaded past the coffee table to do just that. "They are incredible, Girl! I hope you said a big thank you?" "I did to Diane, so Claire, thank you very much too. They really feel great to wear." "You're welcome, Brit. I know what a difference they made to Diane's bearing, posture and attitude from the moment we got them." Claire turned her smile to me, "Why don't you get a drink for yourselves, Honey?" I was already next to the bar and held up the brandy bottle towards Brit and he nodded. "That's just the sort of thing we were talking about, Brit." I told him. "It is the little things you will have to learn and become used to. Men nod like that, but if I'd acted like I did to Claire or Zoe they would have smiled to acknowledge my unasked question and qualified it with 'just a small one' or similar response. Zoe, I have pushed Brit to ask you to train her to become a lady - and quickly too, please if we are going to pull this off." I decided to take another chance with Brit, although I was aware Zoe was in the picture so not too much risk. "And I'd suggest if she doesn't learn fast enough you give her a good spanking as some encouragement! That's how Claire trained me." The blush on Zoe and Brit's face confirmed for me that Zoe was in as much control as Claire was in our marriage so I added "And that has been the real key to our happiness." I handed Brit the brandy balloon and added "So let us both celebrate the wonderful joy and peace that comes from having a wonderfully dominant wife!" I raised my glass in salute to Claire and enjoyed seeing her chin drop at my openness. From the corner of my eye I saw Brit also raise her glass to Zoe. At least that was out in the open now, too. "Darling," I said to Claire. "I've also offered our help to Brit for shopping for her new wardrobe. I hope you don't mind. I thought Sue might be very helpful." "I've already been introduced to her by Claire," said Zoe with a smile, at which Claire got up and walked quickly out of the room. I was momentarily confused and wondered if I'd said something wrong to Claire. I was mulling over the last exchanges for a reason when she returned, one hand behind her back. "Sit down on the stool, Diane," she said in the voice I'd learned that brooked no argument. She stood behind me and removed my necklace then brought up what she had been concealing - my neck-corset! As she began lacing it into place she spoke to Zoe. "I didn't tell you that Sue has an amazing history of making lots more than just conventional clothing. We were lucky enough to find out on our first visit and I ordered this neck-corset for Diane. As you?ll see in a moment it changes her demeanour which, along with the restrictive latex corset she is wearing ensures she walks and moves in a very ladylike manner.? Brit watched avidly as Claire worked but Zoe sprang out of her seat to watch closely what Claire was doing. ?There, all done. And the nice part is that Diane cannot remove it if I add this tiny padlock so it stays on until I decide to take it off. Sue has some great ideas for what she called ?sissy training.? I know you and I are lucky there, Zoe. We have beautiful cross-dressers that love us to bits not sissy wimps that cannot satisfy us but the training works just the same. Now, Stand up, Diane.? I did and, as usual when laced in this neck attire, held my head high ? as if I had a choice! I had to lean over to find my drink on the table then take tiny sips as I could barely open my lips. Zoe looked at Brit and smiled. ?I think you?d love one of those too, wouldn?t you? I know I want you in one.? Although Brit didn?t reply the look on his face clearly confirmed his wife?s assumption. Zoe continued ?I hadn?t considered corset training either but having looked at Diane?s to-die-for figure all afternoon ? with envy I might add ? your waist could definitely do with some trimming! I?ll be going to Sue?s next week to get some advice.? ?I don?t have surgery on Tuesday so I?ll be home by two. Let?s go together, Zoe, I have a special order to collect? suggested Claire and Zoe nodded happily. On the other hand I wondered what on earth this special order could be. ?That sounds a great idea, Claire, let me know as soon as you are home. I?d like some advice on planning Brits wardrobe and on her training ? you?ve obviously done a great job with Diane!? I tried to mouth ?Sorry? to Brit but I don?t know that it was clear enough for her to understand. That she was wondering what was happening to her future was clear by the way she drained her glass in one swig. Zoe turned to face us. ?Thank you both for an amazing day. I cannot believe all the ground we have covered or the worries we have overcome. With so many changes happening at such speed I know I have lots to do with this one,? as she pointed to Brit. ?Best we start now so we?ll be off home.? She threw her arms around Zoe and hugged her tight. ?Thank you, dear girlfriend! It?s turned out even better than we hoped.? She then hugged me and actually kissed me on the lips then leaned back to look into my eyes. ?And thank you too, dear Diane. Without all your help and courage none of us would be as happy as we are today.? I felt so humble at that moment, reflecting briefly on her bursting into our kitchen to ?catch? me????..so long ago. Brit rose to her feet and hugged and air-kissed Claire and, surprisingly, did the same to me. ?Guess I have to get used to this,? she said quietly, then added ?It really has been a fantastic time. I can?t wait to start working with you, Di. I?m sure we can make a go of it.? I was too choked to reply, even if I had been able to with the neck corset. We walked them to the door and waved them farewell as they crossed through the gathering dusk to their house on the other side of the cu-de- sac. -0o0o0- Anticlimactic was a big word that occupied my mind for several minutes until ?Would you like to wear your neck-corset some more, Honey? I?d love to add the single sleeve to make you really helpless!? Was there ever an opportunity for a decision by me in that exchange? Later, post-orgasmic, as I lay in my favourite restraints, Claire cuddled me close and told me ?Zoe and I listened in on what you told Brian in the snug. That was very special of you, Honey. And giving him your old breast-forms was so kind. I have a very strong feeling that all our futures are going to work out just fine.? I closed my eyes and whispered ?Amen? to that.