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So here's the next part of The Determined Man. Sorry for the delay. I have some new responsibilities in my life which are taking up all of my spare time right now. The rest will follow I promise. And from this point on it gets fun. Part 5 - Chapter 9 Once inside the recuperation room, William wondered why he hadn't pursued the doctor for information further. Somehow he had felt that it wasn't his place. He realised with some consternation that the experience of putting his life in Ostara's hands had made him rather more submissive than previously. He had been so helpless throughout the process that he had become used to it. That would have to change. He was William Cresswell and he was in control. The thought startled him. Was he even William Cresswell anymore? He looked around the room and soon saw the full length mirrored panel on the wall. Gazing at himself, he certainly had to admit that he no longer looked like a William. Taking in his new form, William couldn't help but feel exhilarated. He was beautiful even at a glance. The kind of woman that makes a man turn in the street as she walks by, before the observer even realises that such attention might be inappropriate. This impact was created by William's impeccable proportions. His legs were long and slim, though full enough to create an enticing feminine silhouette as they curved up to athletic but still womanly hips. From there his shape swept inwards to a very narrow waist. William placed his delicate fingers around his waist and found that even his, now much smaller, hands could almost entirely encircle his middle. He arched his back to emphasise its small size even more and couldn't stop himself from breaking out into a smile. And what a smile it was! Big bright blue eyes shone in his face and his teeth seemed dazzlingly white against the deep pinkish red of his archingly plump lips. It was a smile that would cause anyone to instantly want to be around him, hoping to share in whatever extraordinary joy could bring such light to a face. William now launched into a series of poses in front of the mirror, trying out new expressions. The smouldering eyes of passion; the rounded "O" of happy surprise; the half smile of a shared secret. William loved every one. Looking again at his body he concluded that the overall look was that of a fashion model. In addition to the legs, hips and waist he had already gazed upon, he saw that he also now possessed perfectly formed breasts, fairly small, but high on his chest and blemishless in their symmetrical rounded shape. He ran his hand around the contours of his left breast and felt his touch through the suit. Up till this point William had resisted the temptation of ripping off his clothing, but now he was desperate to see his full body in glorious nudity. He reached around to his back and managed to pull down the zip. The suit slid easily away from his soft smooth skin. The first thing that struck William was the almost complete lack of bodily hair. Just a small neat triangle above his pussy. His skin seemed almost to shine. He was radiant. Again William couldn't help himself from striking some poses, taking in the shape of his new body from many angles. It really was a quite perfect example of a beautiful, elegant female form. Of course, his nakedness now afforded William a clear view of his new genitalia. Placed above a tantalising little triangular gap formed by his thighs and torso, was his new vagina. Examining more closely in the mirror he could see the outer labia, somewhat pinker than the rest of his skin, and then the tiniest little sliver of the darker inner lips nestled between them. He reached down a finger and ran it gently along his slit. It felt sensitive, but only a natural amount. Inching his touch up and around he came to the little hood that covered what he knew to be his clitoris. Here the feeling was more immediate, elevated somewhat by his mental state of excitement. William stood in that position for several minutes, not massaging, not stimulating, but merely touching, trying simply to feel what it was like to be in this body. He smiled. He felt happy. But he wanted a deeper understanding. What was it that he was feeling? He knew that his pussy was precious. It made him feel purposeful; centred. On a simpler note it made him feel delicate, sweet. Maybe even pretty? His bliss however, was not untarnished. As he stood, wordless thoughts of his former life came back to him. Or perhaps not entirely wordless. Harriet. How could he? William was lost deep in thought, or perhaps non-thought, when he heard knocking. Looking around he saw that it was coming from a different door to that through which he had entered the room. "Wait a moment!" said William, before quickly raising his hand to his mouth, surprised by his soft girlish voice. "Hey Hon. We've got a surprise for you!" came a sing-song, teasing woman's voice from the other side of the door. "OK, let me just grab something to put on" said William searching the room for some garment other than the skin-tight transformation suit lying in a heap on the floor. To his astonishment he heard the door open despite his protests. "Oh, no need to be shy!" came the voice again "We're all girls here..." The door opened completely and through stepped two young women. William immediately moved to cover himself up in the classic female pose of one hand over his pussy and one across his breasts. "Oh, well aren't you just precious!" exclaimed the first of the intruders. "Such a pretty girl" agreed the second, a hint of mocking sarcasm in her tone "And just look at how she holds herself. You'd think she was born to it!" William made a quick visual assessment of the two women standing before him, trying to work out whether they were friend or foe. The first was resplendent in a classic white 1950's dress that hugged close around the lower two thirds of her abundant bosom, as well as around her waist, which was twice the size of William's, but which still seemed very narrow in comparison to her bustline. The dress then flared out from her hips, supported by a certain amount of additional fabric, before ending just above her knees. Her legs were encased in sheer stockings. She tossed her abundant loose curls of aubern hair, causing her pearl and gold earrings to glint in the light, and gazed at William with eyes decorated with light blue shadow and mascara, a playful but reassuring smile on her lips. The appearance of the second woman was equally perfectly put together but could hardly be any more different in style. She wore a metal-studded tight black leather basque which cinched in her waist and lifted her large breasts so that they were pushed up to near her collarbone. A beautiful tattoo of a climbing rose adorned her left arm and continued up the side of her neck to one heavily pierced ear. Her make-up was dramatic and exciting, with blood red lips and whitened skin and her long hair was straight and black. Below the basque, she was dressed only in a matching pair of tight leather hotpants and fishnet stockings. Her huge stiletto heels were completed by more spiky metal studs. "Oh darling!" cried the first, reacting to the terror apparent on William's face "No need to be scared of us. We're here to help. My name is Amanda and this here is Lana. It's our job - Oh I'm just so excited!" She interrupted herself, clapping her hands with glee. "....It's our job to welcome you to the fabulous world of being a girl!" Amanda leant forward and pressed down on the front of the skirts of her dress as she spoke, and as she reached the climax of her pronouncement she lifted her hands in joy, causing her dress to spring back into place and her breasts to bounce on her chest. It was one of the most girly gestures that William could recall ever having seen. It all just seemed so ludicrous. He had wrestled with great deep confusing emotions to come this far, given up his work and, that terrible thought again, Harriet, and now his guides seemed straight off the pages of a comic book. "You be a girl if you want Mandy..." said Lana huskily as she walked around to view William from another angle, her heels echoing against the hard floor as she did so. "....but I want to be a woman," she finished by flashing William a lustful smile. "Oh Lana!" laughed Amanda "Don't toy with her - You'll make her nervous" She turned again to William "You can be absolutely whatever and whoever you want to be dear. That's the beauty of it!" "Ermm... Thank you," whispered William, taking hold of the soft hand that Amanda offered to him in comfort, crossing his legs to try to minimise the exposure where his hand used to be. "Do you, mmm... Do you have any clothes I could wear?" he asked quietly, trying to ignore Lana who was now standing behind him checking out the view. "Oh, honey. That is precisely why we're here! You and me, and little miss sluttypants over there are going to hit the shops. We're gonna show you so many clothes you won't know whether to laugh or cry! It's going to be so much fun!" "Right, I see, erm, thank you..." mumbled William, "but I was, well, wondering about right now. I'm, um, rather naked here." "I am SO sorry. Where are my manners!" exclaimed Amanda. "Of course, of course. I just got a bit over excited." She paused to collect her thoughts. "Yes, now, let's get you all sorted. Lana, would you help our new arrival please." William turned to look at Lana, whose eyes were still creeping slowly over William's skin. She held her position for a few moments before reacting. Eventually she turned away and pressed upon a panel in the wall, causing a hidden draw to pop out. "Well, they're hardly what I would call 'clothes'" she said disdainfully "but they're what the company provides to cover your body so as not to upset society's precious 'order'." She turned back around, holding in her hands some plain black items, and offered them to William. "They're so boring" she apologised "but don't you worry. With Mandy and me helping you, you won't have to wear them for long." The garments offered to William were certainly tame in comparison to Lana's attire, but to William they were magical. Sitting atop the pile were a set of simple cotton black panties and a matching bra. William reached out and lifted it to take a better look. "This is my bra" he thought. "MY bra, for the purpose of supporting MY breasts. All those years of seeing woman's underwear in the windows and longing, yearning. Now here was such a garment meant for him. "Do you need a hand there honey?" asked Amanda, but William was not to be rushed "No, no I'm fine." he replied "It's just, well, it makes it a bit more real" Amanda smiled and nodded, simulating a level of understanding that William wasn't quite sure she actually possessed. William placed his arms through the straps and felt the loose cups brushing the soft skin of his breasts. He tensed slightly at the touch, holding his breath for a moment at this most simple and everyday feminine experience. He reached around and brought the band together at his back, aware of his modest breasts nestling comfortably, easily, into the small cups. He was wearing a bra. And it fit perfectly. Next he took up the matching panties. As he reached down to put them on he felt the mounds on his chest shift slightly with the movement, although their movement was limited by the bra. At first, the panties felt utterly normal as he pulled them up. Except for a slightly enhanced smoothness over his hairless thighs, it was just like putting on underwear as a man. The sensation as he pulled them close over his crotch though, was quite different. He was used to loose boxer shorts, but these panties cradled his new body much more closely. Despite no longer being naked, the feeling of fabric against his pussy made him even more aware of it. Looking again in the mirror, he now saw the teasing, promising, flatness between his legs. He looked just like the models in the ladieswear catalogues that he had stashed under his bed when he was twelve. For a moment, it took his breath away. "Very nice," said Amanda. "Very neat." From the tone of her voice it was clear that this quality clearly ranked highly in her estimation. "Now, the trousers?" She held out the outer garment for William to take, but he failed to respond, transfixed by his reflection. "The trousers, darling?" Amanda repeated. William broke out of his trance. "Ah, yes, thank you" he said, taking the trousers and easing them up over his hips. They were fairly loose and made of a soft fabric. He noticed that it clung around his bottom more than he was used to, but other than that it felt pretty normal. A simple black long-sleeve T-shirt and a pair of black flat pumps soon completed the ensemble. Amanda circled him as she looked him up and down, reaching out occasionally to adjust the hang of the top or brush off a loose thread. Finally she seemed satisfied. "Right, the car's ready, so let's go shopping!" ----------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 10 William looked around at the interior of the limo in some confusion. Red leather abounded, as did walnut panels. The most extraordinary thing though, was the sheer size. It certainly didn't seem to fit the financial limitations pleaded by the company, and it flew right in the face of their clear efforts to draw as little attention to themselves as possible. The luxury also clashed dramatically with the plain black clothes that he wore. "So what should we call you dear?" asked Amanda, interrupting William's train of thought before they were even seated. "I was thinking maybe 'Wynne'" said William, reciting the name he had picked out for himself several days earlier. "Wynne. Yes I think that's very nice" replied Amanda, over-sincerely. Although Amanda tried to look at William as she spoke, William could see that she was trying to stop herself from being distracted by Lana who was sitting on the other side of William. William swivelled his head around quickly and caught Lana finishing an exaggerated mock yawn in response to his chosen name. Lana stifled a laugh as William caught her. Wynne, thought William again. It was a nice enough name, and even if Lana didn't think so he was going to resolve to stick with it. Yes, he was now Wynne. "So let's start with lingerie!" said Lana, reaching out a hand to William's, or rather Wynne's knee in an attempt to brush over her criticism of Wynne's chosen name. "I can show you how to make your tits irresistible." "Err..." Wynne stuttered, a little overwhelmed at the thought, and not sure what to say. The leather creaked beneath her as she shifted position. "What kind of clothes did you want to try?" offered Amanda. Wynne paused to think for a moment. The sounds of the traffic outside grew louder and then faded again. "Well, I thought something elegant" said Wynne, again illiciting nods and smiles from Amanda. "Feminine, but not over the top. Maybe a skirt...knee length perhaps, a blouse?" Amanda's smile broadened. "I think that'll suit you just great, and I know just the place." Amanda leaned forward to give instructions to the driver and Wynne took her opportunity to pursue her own enquiries. She was excited about finding some women's clothes, but she was still far from at ease at how Lana and Amanda had suddenly thrust her into a different world. On further reflection, it was deeply strange that she had walked straight out of the facility and into a waiting limo, when she had originally been driven to that same facility blindfolded. Wynne, still very much William the accountant in her memories and mind, had learned to be suspicious of dramatic turnarounds. "Is this car provided by the company?" she asked as Amanda sat back down from giving instructions to the driver. "It seems rather, well... flashy." Wynne was rather taken aback by the women's reactions as both burst into loud, ringing laughter. "Oh no!" managed Amanda between giggles. "The company would never pay for anything like this. This is just something that Lana and I rustled up. It's fun isn't it! So expensive!" "So fucking sexy, more importantly," added Lana. "You haven't been fucked till you've been fucked on red leather seats." "Oh Lana!" laughed Amanda. "You're so naughty!" She turned to give Wynne her most reassuring smile. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to dear. I for one would never give my precious gift away in the back of a car, and my sex life is all the better for it." "Thank you Amanda" said Wynne. She actually felt all the more awkward for having been given unsolicited advice on sex in such a sincere way, but she assessed that being grateful was probably the best way to make Amanda happy. "But, how do the two of you afford something like this? I thought the company didn't give you support after the procedure." "Oh, you don't need them," educated Amanda. "There are far better, and more lucrative sources of support." She looked again at Wynne like she was a child in need of a mother's protection. "But you'll learn about that in good time. Look, here we are at the shops!" ---------------------------------------- Well she's just such an innocent! She's young and pretty, of course. But then so many of them are. Wynne though, has more than that. She's polite. And nice. So many of the new girls are so brash and unpleasant: The number of girls that had clearly been, well - pleasuring themselves - when I walked in to meet them! They're so often just obsessed with sex right from the start, with barely any other thought of what it means to be a woman. They have no concept of all the ways that a woman can bring happiness to a man. Too many of the new women just think of intercourse and pleasuring them with their mouths, and ignore the playful, seductive joys of pretty sweet- looking clothes and beautiful feminine make-up. No, I think Wynne can be different. I think that she can be a genuinely wonderful woman. She can be pretty and graceful and elegant. I could tell it the moment I came in the room. The way that she covered up was just so darling! And I was so pleased to see that she didn't have enormous big boobies hanging from her chest like most of them do (Oh, of course I have a nice big chest, but that's because my lovely husband wanted me to. It would be ever so unbecoming just to choose them for my own self-pleasure). Yes, Wynne has just that little bit of restraint that man love to see in the ones they marry. Ah yes, weddings! I simply can't wait until Wynne meets the big strong husband that she will love, cherish and obey! She'll make someone an absolutely wonderful wife! I can be her maid of honour and we'll find her the most beautiful pure white dress, straight from a fairytale! It will have silk, and lace, and a big white bow.... Oh! She will be so happy! ------------------------------------------------------------ Amanda and Lana whipped open the doors and were out onto the street in a flash, both seemingly hugely excited by the prospect of a spending spree. Wynne followed behind, wondering to herself whether she would eventually become as comfortable with the delights of femininity as her guides appeared to be, and if so how long it would take. Right now he/she was still feeling deeply awkward, and had no idea how she would react to being out in the world as a woman. Truly, she hoped that she would never be the same as Amanda or Lana. They both seemed like such cliches of particular types of women. Maybe they didn't feel natural either and were just over-compensating, thought Wynne, though she had to admit that they did seem pretty consistent and believable in their roles. The street they had parked in was exquisite. Gleaming glass shop fronts were set in imposing stone buildings and every person walking up and down looked like their appearance was individually crafted with no expense spared. Before Wynne could assess the range of shops on display she was quickly ushered into what she saw was a ladieswear boutique. "Good afternoon ladies. How can I help you today?" The assistant who welcomed them as they arrived was a very professional looking young woman but also possessed a warm smile and Wynne couldn't help but smile back. When the newly minted girl tried to speak though, she found herself embarrassed to ask for women's clothes. It was Lana who stepped in to save her. "We need some gorgeous new outfits for this gorgeous girl here, something that shows off her fuck-me-all-night legs." Wynne felt her cheeks blush red with shock, but when the assistant looked to her for confirmation she nodded her assent. "Well, we have some lovely pencil skirts available," the assistant said, gesturing to a rack by the right-hand wall of the shop "I think that knee-length would suit you very well..." The assistant's advice was cut off mid-stream by questions from Lana who had already descended upon the rack of skirts. "Do you have anything in rubber...no, no, of course you don't. Maybe leopard print then? Anything with a corset?" The assistant looked ready to answer, but Amanda beat her to it "Don't be silly Lana! This isn't that kind of place!" She pulled something off the rack and held it out to Wynne "Ooh Winnie! You would look just so pretty in this!" Wynne looked at the powder pink piece that Amanda had picked out and was trying to find the best words to turn it down politely when Amanda withdrew it and instead held up an even girlier one in it's place, again in pink, but this time covered in little white brocade flowers. "Thank you Amanda," said Wynne. "They're very nice, but I was looking for something perhaps a little more professional in style." Wynne winced slightly to see the rather childlike pouty expression of disappointment on Amanda's face. "These are all so boring!" cried out Lana, who was still rifling through clothes. "Can't we find her something with a bit of sex appeal." The assistant was doing a truly remarkable job staying balanced and in control as the twin whirlwinds of Lana and Amanda circled the shop, and managed to step in to speak to Wynne. "Perhaps a higher waist might be a good balance between elegant and alluring?" she suggested, holding up another item for Wynne's consideration. By this point Wynne just wanted to take something and try it on to get out from under Lana and Amanda's attentions. She took the skirt from the assistant with a smile and followed her signals towards a dressing room. Only a moment after she entered, the slim hand of the assistant passed through the curtain and handed her a white silk blouse and some black patent shoes with a small heel. Wynne whispered a thank you in return. The skirt was black cotton, with just a little stretch, and seemed to Wynne to be impossibly narrow as she held it out. She removed her trousers and shoes and stepped into the skirt. It slid up her legs without difficulty, but she had to pull quite hard to squeeze it over her bottom. Wynne was quite unused to any clothing hugging her figure so closely, and she realised that her range of motion was definitely reduced, albeit only slightly. However, her discomfort and worry was washed away in a moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and saw the marvellous silhouette provided by the skirt. It emphasised her tiny girlish waist and drew attention to her wider hips and bottom in a most flattering way. She twisted and turned to see herself from every angle and ran her hands up and down, loving the smoothness of her curves. Next she removed her top, taking a moment again to look in amazement at her (They were really hers!) lovely boobs snugly nestled in her bra, before buttoning up the silk white blouse. With the addition of the 2 inch black patent heels, the outfit gave her body the perfect appearance of the sexy young business woman she desired herself to be. Perhaps she was a little too young though, she thought, looking again at her reflection. William had been a thirty something business man, and had imagined that he would become a thirty something business woman, but she was now looking at the face of an eighteen year old girl. The clothes looked stunning, but she did rather have the air of a girl dressing up as a woman. Nevertheless, she looked too good to resist these clothes. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she opened the curtain and walked back out to the shop floor. Amanda, oohed and aahed and clapped her hands with glee. The assistant looked her up and down and announced the clothes a perfect fit. Even Lana nodded approvingly. "Yes! You are absolutely the little office cock-tease!" she declared. "You'll have the CEO rubbing one out in the stationary cupboard!" "Oh, I look too young don't I?" worried Wynne "It's inappropriate isn't it?" When presented with an opportunity to dress up her new beautiful body, the previously somewhat utilitarian Wynne realised with a little surprise that looking the right way now really mattered to her. "You look beautiful," reassured Amanda, placing a hand on Wynne's shoulder "You don't need to worry about what anyone else thinks." She looked Wynne up and down again. "Why don't we get you some younger clothes as well. Maybe some more casual styles?" Wynne let Amanda and the shop assistant take the lead and only a few minutes later they were at the counter with armfuls of clothes, including the original outfit, which Wynne couldn't bear to leave behind even if she did look like an over-sexed work-experience girl, and also a white a- line skirt that ended just above the knee and a mixture of tops. Wynne had even let Amanda convince her to go for one in pink with floaty sleeves and a bow at the collar. In all the excitement, Wynne hadn't even thought about the cost, but now she saw the prices racking up as item after item was scanned, and she felt a knot of worry in her stomach. Amanda must have sensed her worry, as she placed her hand softly over Wynne's, and answered her anxious look with one of absolute calm. "I'll take care of this." she said gently. "Oh, thank you," replied Wynne, feeling incredibly weak and helpless. "But it's such a lot of money. Are you sure it's alright?" Amanda giggled in response. "No problem at all. The allowance my hubby gives me is far more than I could ever need just for myself." 'Hubby?' thought Wynne, 'Allowance?' Amanda was married then. And to someone wealthy who controlled her finances. The thought brought Wynne back to her normal serious self and she realised how much she had let herself become caught up in all the frivolous shopping. "So you're married then?" "Oh of course!" enthused Amanda "My husband is so wonderful. He's strong and powerful and makes me the happiest girl alive! He provides everything for me and all I want to do is provide for him and give him a lovely home and family!" Wynne was taken aback. Was it really so easy for this former-man to choose to be a kept woman like this? To be just an appendage to the life of someone else? Wynne had to admit to herself that she'd had fantasies of such a situation, but she was sure he wouldn't choose it for herself in real life. "You know you really must come round for dinner today," continued Amanda. "I know that he'd be just thrilled to meet you" Wynne was instinctively nervous, as if Amanda's devoted-wife persona might be contagious, but she was also terribly curious to see how far it was possible for a former-male to adapt. "Thank you so much. I look forward to it," Wynne agreed, to Amanda's visible delight. "Where to next, jailbait?" asked Lana once the clothes were paid for. Wynne thought for a moment. Her experience of looking at herself in the office attire had given her a bit of a wake-up call. She was eighteen again, and she was just really starting to think about what that involved. If she was to pursue accountancy again then she would have to go to university and that meant more casual clothes. ---------------------------------------- Chapter 11 A few minutes later, the three women were searching through rows of jeans, t-shirts and other such items in a new shop. There were far fewer assistants in this store, and Wynne had actually been glad of Lana's help, assessing how clothes would look just by their shape on hangers in a way that to Wynne was little short of witchcraft. The clothes again seemed to be hugely dull to Lana, but she was nice enough to help anyway, and had identified several pairs of jeans and other trousers in many different styles, all of which complemented Wynne's shape perfectly, as well as several tops, which, while occasionally slightly over-revealing, fitted the bill of being young and stylish. Eventually Lana had lost interest and had wandered off, leaving Wynne to rely on Amanda's rather less youthful eye. Wynne was looking sceptically at yet another of Amanda's favourite floral patterns when they were interrupted by a triumphant call from the returning Lana. "What about this girls? Do I look screw-me-right-here-on-the-dancefloor sexy or what?" She certainly did. Lana twirled around, giving the girls a sight of her astonishing rear now tightly encased in a short blood red PVC dress. From just above her bottom a vertical strip of skin was visible through criss-crossing laces that proceeded upwards to meet the deeply scooped back of the dress. Similar laces traversed her cleavage at the front. The outfit was topped off with a metal spiked choker. "You look amazing!" blurted out Wynne automatically. Lana strutted her way across the floor and then swivelled and leant forward, pushing her arse out toward Wynne. "Go, on, when you were a guy could you have resisted hitting that?" she asked. Wynne found herself laughing in response, which came out as a little giggle, and gave Lana a playful slap. Lana was undoubtedly sexy, but Wynne mostly found her display amusing and fun rather than arousing. In her previous life Lana would certainly have turned her on, but now her urge was different. The realisation dawned on Wynne, that she didn't want to fuck Lana, she wanted to be her! Thoughts rushed into her head of attracting boys the way Lana did. She imagined large hands ripping the tight clothes from her little body. The coming home of her new sexuality sent Wynne into a little fluster. Her heart raced and her mind span. "The boys will just be falling over themselves to be near you!" she enthused, her excitement at imagining what that might be like beginning to overtake her. "Hey, come along with me dancing tonight," said Lana, causing a little jump in Wynne's heart. "Sexy little blonde like you will only drive them even wilder." Wynne was almost speechless. "Really?!" Lana gave him a good look up and down, assessing his potential. "Yeah, we could put you in white, do like a corruption and purity type double act. How about it?" Through the haze of teenage hormonal excitement that seemed to be flooding her rational thought just for a moment, Wynne managed to form a picture of what it might be like writhing with Lana in the middle of a packed club. They would, without question, be the centre of attention. Every guy would be dancing close-by, every eye would be on their curves. Her heart beat faster. She was nervous, ashamed at the thought of exhibiting herself, maybe even terrified, but....but.....she WANTED it. Oh how Wynne was astonished by how much she wanted it. Wynne nodded her assent, and Lana smiled a predators smile as she grabbed her new little project's hand and whisked Wynne away, quietly squeeling with delight toward the club-gear section. The range was astonishing, and Wynne was glad that they had already narrowed it down to white, as otherwise she would never have been able to choose. Lana quickly picked out a few options and held them up against Wynne in turn. Wynne's mind raced at the prospect of going out in public in each of the outfits as they were held up against her. Could she really step into a club wearing anything as transparent as this sheath dress, could she handle the attention that would come with the fluffy fur lining over the bustline of that babydoll shaped number. Wynne tensed in trepidation as each was held up to her body and then felt equal parts relief and disappointment as Lana shook her head and took each garment away. Finally came a dress that caused Lana's face to break out into a grin. "Yes, this one" she pronounced. The dress was bright white and in a slightly shiny fabric. Wynne could see without trying it on that it was very short and the fabric was rucked slightly to bring the hemline even higher at the front, creating a shallow V shape across the upper thighs. Wynne accepted the dress and, in her excitement, virtually skipped her way to the dressing room. She expected the other girls to wait outside, so she was a little taken aback that Lana followed her right inside without asking her permission and with no hesitation. Wynne quickly slipped out of the plain black trousers and top she was wearing and then also removed her bra as it was clear that it would show through the revealing dress. This she did more slowly, almost reverently revealing her shapely breasts. She couldn't help but stop for a moment to look down at the twin soft mounds rising from her chest. They were undoubtedly lovely. Even if they were relatively modest. "C'mon Wynne!" pestered Lana. "The dress!" Wynne shook herself free from her trance and took the dress from Lana. It was a tight fit, but having already tried on the skirt earlier, it felt almost normal for Wynne as she slid it up her legs and over her bottom. The top part of the dress was made up of two lengths which crossed over at the collarbone and Lana quickly helped to fasten them together around her neck. The result was a diamond of exposed flesh reaching from just below the base of her neck to the base of her sternum, with the swells of her breasts visible at the sides, each astonishingly pert on her chest and pressed slightly into an even rounder shape by the dress. The girl who had so recently been 37 year old accountant William Cresswell looked hard into the mirror, marvelling that the body on show, with its enticing bosom, long legs and creamy thighs, actually belonged to her. The feel of the hemline so high on her legs was quite alien to her. It was a constant reminder of how much she was risking, how much she was putting her new self out there. She was nervous, but in far greater measure she felt the thrill of letting go of control. Lana stood beside her and draped her hands over Wynne's shoulder. "Mmmm... I can't wait for tonight. You and I are going to knock them dead!" Once back out on the shop floor, even the more conservative Amanda couldn't help but admit how lovely they looked. The dresses were added to the growing haul of clothes and they made their way to the till. The clothes in this shop were far less expensive than the boutique that Amanda had started them out at, but there were a lot of them, and once again Wynne started to get concerned at the mounting bill as the salesgirl bagged up their items. This time it was Lana that came to Wynne's rescue, handing over a credit card without a second thought. "That's very generous of you," said Wynne. "Thank you." Wynne was quite unused to having to rely on others for money, or indeed anything, and her embarrassment overrode her curiosity as to where Lana obtained her funds from. Lana however, felt no such awkwardness. "Oh, no worries babe," she said. "Mandy isn't the only one who has a backer, if you know what I mean!" Lana winked wickedly in Amanda's direction, who in turn smiled sweetly, first at Lana and then at Wynne. Wynne's instincts of worry flickered again. So Lana was bankrolled by a wealthy man too? However, she didn't have long to think as Amanda was already making plans for the afternoon. "Well, we've got a few hours before dinner, why don't we visit the beach!" she said brightly. Lana clapped her hands in glee, in a way that slightly jarred with her spiky gothic appearance. Wynne was beginning to wonder whether her apparently tough, independent character was perhaps just something of a front. "Yes!" agreed Lana enthusiastically. "And we'll have to get Wynne a swimsuit first." She grabbed the newly minted girl by the hand. "Come with me!" -------------------------------------------- She'll be eating me out before the night is through. She'll lap up my juices and suck on my clit like a baby at its mother's teat. For now she's still kidding herself with all these pleases and thank yous and all this "I'm a normal and responsible person so I'll have a normal and responsible name like 'Wynne'" crap. But I can see the heat building inside her. I know that she has a hole inside her soul that can only be satisfied by raw sexual pleasure. She may resist a little, but it won't be long till she's rubbing her tits and moaning like the slut that she really is while I introduce her to the pleasures of a hot wet snatch. And she won't stop at snatches. Oh no, underneath it all this girl understands what it means to be a magnet for men. Big, hot, sweaty men who will take her and ravage her. Because the space in her soul is nothing compared to the gaping emptiness inside her cunt. Sure I'll explore inside her with my fingers at first, and for a while after that she might be satisfied with toys, but sooner or later she's going to feel the need to be impaled upon a big hard cock. Yeah, she'll want to take it gentle at first, but soon she'll be bouncing up and down on some guy's pole, begging for more. And then she's never going to stop. The need is going to eat away at her, just like it does for me. She'll do anything to be fucked by a man. Any man. And she'll know exactly how to give them what they want. Soon the only parts of her that will mean anything will be her pussy, her tits and her ass. Fuck yeah. She's going to be happy. -------------------------------------------- Chapter 12 A few minutes later the three girls were standing in a large dressing room in yet another shop, and this time Wynne felt even more excited, feminine, and downright awkward than in any of the shops that had preceded it. All of these feelings were caused by the particularly tiny slips of fabric that now adorned her otherwise naked young body. It had been her decision to go for a bikini. Amanda had assured her that it would be absolutely fine to wear a one-piece if that made Wynne more comfortable, but Wynne couldn't resist the idea of leaving her taut youthful waist on display. She was pretty sure, however, that she wouldn't have been wearing the Ferrari-red tie-sided number she now had on had it not been for Lana's forceful influence. "Oh, you so have the body to make that work," encouraged Lana. "You're so nice and tight! C'mon Mandy, when you were a dude you'd be drooling all over that right?" Amanda smiled sweetly. "You do look very lovely dear," she said. "Are you absolutely sure that you're happy?" "Well..." Wynne began, but she was cut off mid-sentence. "Of course she's happy, Amanda," retorted Lana, placing a great deal of stress on her friend's full name "Who wouldn't be happy with an ass like that?" Wynne blushed but couldn't help also smile. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her bottom really was quite something to behold. It flared gracefully from her tiny waist to form a perfect teardrop shape. Her buttocks seemed entirely free from the effects of gravity and her skin had that lovely unblemished smoothness of the newly ripened teenage girl that she now was. This perfect rear was about one quarter covered by the tight red fabric of the bikini that closely followed her contours deep into the valley between her cheeks. "See!" said Lana "Look at that smile! Yes, we're buying this one. Just slip out of it honey and meet us at the till." Wynne didn't object. In fact she felt quietly grateful to Lana for encouraging her to go for a bikini that she would have felt too embarrassed to choose herself. Now she could show off this wonderful body without having to admit to Amanda that she was loving it. She quickly re-dressed and went to meet the other girls by the till. As she approached though she saw that maybe they weren't quite yet done with her. Lana turned her head as Wynne approached and grinned at her. In Lana's hands was a hanger, and on that hanger was something that made Wynne's heart jump into her mouth. The slinky little bra and panties that Lana stroked enticingly weren't clothes. They were gift-wrap. Designed to present the woman they adorned to an eager man for his enjoyment. The panties consisted of a two inch band of black lace made to stretch around the hips, with a tiny pink satin crotch slung beneath. At the back, the lace dipped into a V so that the upper portion of the wearers rear would be exposed, and stretching across this triangular cleft was a satin ribbon, tied in a feminine bow. The bra matched, in black lace trim above pink satin and this time the faux-innocent pink bow was at the front. Wynne starred at it like a bunny rabbit caught in the headlights. She could barely form a coherent thought, or perhaps she formed too many, but her legs obeyed when Lana beckoned her forward. "Hey there sexy," said Lana. "We thought you'd enjoy this little number." Wynne wordlessly looked over the matching set. Her heart was beating with excitement as she imagined what she might look like in it, but could she really wear something like that? Something designed for sex? Something that made every effort to draw attention to her female body? "I....I'm not sure...." she mumbled. Lana laughed in a way that coming from someone else's lips might have been taken for reassurance. "I'm sure for you babe," she said. "I know that you want to be a woman. You want to be sexy. Fuck it: You ARE sexy - Just embrace it. Be the hot piece of ass that you are!" Wynne knew that she was being pushed into it. That she was being pressured. Her mind raced with argument and counter-argument, justification and condemnation. But with her active mind able to form excellent arguments on both sides, there was a space for her gut to cast the deciding vote. Her feelings made the decision, her mind provided the reasoning: There was something in what Lana was saying made absolute sense. Why did she want to become a woman if not to enjoy it? And she had seen herself - she was beautiful. Beauty was now a part of her life and something that she had to get used to. She took the hanger that Lana pressed into her hand and allowed herself to be spun around and given a gentle push on the bottom in the direction of the changing rooms. Once again, her long coltish legs were obedient to the instruction and soon she found herself back behind the curtain. For some reason Lana decided not to follow her this time and Wynne was grateful. She was alone to take as much time as she wanted to try on the lingerie. Indeed, it took her a little while to undress as she found that she kept stopping to look at the matching set again and gather her thoughts. Eventually Wynne was naked again and she took the flimsy panties in her hands. They were soft and so light as to almost be non-existent. She brushed her fingertips over the satin fabric of the crotch. So smooth, so cool. Having slipped them on Wynne had the strange experience of finding the upper portion of her bottom to be uncovered, but one look in the mirror confirmed that they were a perfect fit. From the front the lace emphasised the wideness of her hips, but the eye was inescapably drawn to the little flash of pink satin beneath, it's shiny smoothness looking almost wet and hinting at the pink flesh inside. Wynne instantly loved it. It was so sexy; so girly. She couldn't help but giggle softly in delight. Even the pink bow at the back felt fun and flirtatious rather than demeaning and objectifying. The bra came next and Wynne was now quite experienced at shifting her breasts into the cups. It was balconette in style and lifted her breasts into perfect, rounded little hemispheres, with her nipples just covered and half her breasts sitting proudly above the bra. Wynne looked in the mirror and had to catch her breath. It was gorgeous. She turned to the side to observe her profile; lythe, tight, ever so feminine, with the two pink bows emphasising the apex of her curves. Wynne bit her lip. Her decision was made. She would definitely buy the lingerie. In fact, she would try to find any possible opportunity to wear it. Yes, this was her, and she was delicious.