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Chapter 7 Chrissie Recovers I couldn't really move off the sofa for the next few days as the recovery from the breast implant surgery required me to sleep in a sitting position so mommy laid a sheet on the sofa and propped pillows behind me and for the next four days I just wore a satin dressing gown and kept my movement to a minimum. My new breasts ached and I was too scared to even look at them. Mother was used to me taking care of her every whim so, when the tables were turned, she tried to be the best 'Nurse Nancy' she could but her wonderfully wicked nature wouldn't allow her to resist occasionally lifting my slip, pushing aside my panties and fondling my shrunken penis and testicles. It was wonderfully erotic of her to touch me, even though I couldn't get hard anymore. We had sort of been lovers since I was 13 and caught her cuckolding my father with my uncle. When I say we were 'sort of' lovers what I mean is that we didn't have full on sex until after my father passed away when I was 18 and what developed between us was an extremely erotic and asymmetrical relationship. She allowed me to explore the depths of my submissiveness and I brought out her dominant nature. What it led to was my initial feminisation. We were the same size, both slight people, barely 5'5" in our stocking feet. She dressed me in her clothes and I learned how to enjoy the feeling of being a girl and within the confines of our house I never wore male clothes. I left her when I was 25, escaped to Africa and got married shortly thereafter and tried to pretend I was a real man. That experiment turned out to be very brief. My new wife saw right through me. She made it clear right from the start of our relationship that I was never going to be man enough for her and her happiness required her sexual freedom, which she took right from the start. On our return to London she became friends with Helen, her doctor, who ended my psychological conflict by briefly chemically castrating me and beginning regular doses of oestrogen that eventually turned me into the sissy I am today, replete with new breasts and a prick and testicles that have shrunk to a fraction of their former size. Now my wife is pregnant with her lover's baby and is planning on leaving me. The divorce papers will arrive Monday. Helen has now taken over where my wife left off and is leading me on a different journey in life; one that is solely devoted to her happiness. That happiness entails her complete domination of me and my utter devotion to her. I am not a woman and never will be. I have accepted that. I am a sissy that will be used to satisfy the kinky sexual desires of other men who will pay for the privilege of degrading me. I will not materially benefit from that in the slightest; whatever I will make will go as my tribute to my new benevolent owner: Helen. But I will ultimately fulfil a need in me in a way that very few people would understand. My happiness is wrapped up in my utter submission to the person who controls my life. Once that was my mother and now it is Helen. She is taller than me by at least three inches, beautiful, sophisticated, elegant and possessed with a wickedly erotic mind. Perhaps the biggest gift my mother gave me was to allow me to serve her. Once she realised the sense of devotion I felt for her she allowed me to take care of her in every way possible. I did everything around the house and prepared every meal she ate, waiting on her hand and foot, dressed as prettily as I could. That gift she gave me allowed her to fundamentally change as a person. She became empowered as a woman and now demands devotion from her new, much younger husband and would not consider anything less than having her complete sexual freedom, whilst he is solely devoted to her. In return, he spoils her completely, as any man should. At 55 she is strikingly beautiful, looks younger by at least a decade and has a sexual vitality much younger women lack. By Thursday, four days after the operation, the swelling and pain had lessened greatly although I still felt most comfortable lying upright on my back. Mommy gave me a large glass of her golden nectar to wake me up and sat next to me on the sofa, reaching between my legs and pulling my panties back to look at my little cock. A hygienist had been giving me laser treatments every day of the week to remove all my pubic hair permanently, which was Helen's suggestion because my penis and balls were far too small to shave safely. Shorn of pubic hair and pink, they looked tiny, almost like a newborn baby's little cock. "Can I carefully lower your bra and take a look at your new tits?" my mother asked knowing that as long as her fingers were touching me I could not refuse any request she made. "I am curious too," I replied. "I am desperate to see them. Can you bring a hand mirror from the bathroom so I can look at them too?" While she was upstairs finding the mirror I gently touched the bra and noticed that each cup had a button that held it in place, making it possible to open either side without taking the bra off. When mommy returned and sat next to me I told her to carefully unbutton the two cups so we could get a good look. As she fiddled with the bra I held out the mirror so I could get a good first glimpse of my new breasts. "Why, they're beautiful," she said when she finally released my breasts and held them gently in her hand. "I'll be ever so careful but I have to be the first one in the world to suck those beautiful nipples." When she placed her mouth on my right breast and slowly swirled her tongue around my nipple I felt a surge of electricity run through me and I began moaning with pleasure. Mommy reached down with her other hand and artfully played with my little cock making me almost gasp with pleasure. "You've made a mess out of mommy's hand," she said as she held up her cum coated finger and stroked it on my lips. "Your little thing can't get hard but somehow those tiny balls of yours seem to be making little drops of sissy juice." "Please kiss my tit again," I begged mommy, with a plea in my voice. "I'll do anything you want if you just give me ten seconds more of attention." "Well, since I am back in London I would like a new pair of Louis Vuitton shoes," she said with a sly grin. "You can buy us matching pairs this weekend." When she put her lips back on my nipple I thought about buying her a dozen pairs. After she finally pulled her lips away from my breasts I had a chance to examine them. They seemed perfectly matched; my enlarged nipples were perfectly placed to make them look exactly like a real women's tits. I touched them lightly and held them and the feeling was almost perfect. I decided I would keep the surgical bra on for one more day and take it off on Friday morning and put something far sexier on. I had to go to the clinic to get my hormone shot in the morning and I had an appointment at the brothel to get my indoctrination and learn about what it was going to be like working there. I asked mommy if she wanted to go with me to my appointments and if she would allow me to take her out to dinner on Friday night. She readily agreed and promised to make us into the two most beautiful women in the restaurant. Mommy had spent the last four days asking me questions I had no idea how to answer about my future life working as a t-girl prostitute. She wanted to know how many men I would service in a day, what they would want to do with me, if I would just see other sissies or if there any element of domination or submission. The way she talked about it was almost as if she was more excited about her son becoming a whore than me. I had my worries but they were insignificant only because the decision to become a prostitute had not been mine. Helen and Derek had made that decision for me and they were the two people I had pledged to serve without question. I had shown the tattoo on the back of my neck to mommy which stated in unequivocal terms that I was the property of Helen. Seeing that seemed to push the overdrive button on the erotic side of my mommy's brain. I could see her chest flush after she looked at it and from years of experience I knew that her pussy was getting moist and her mind was spinning with salacious thoughts. She unconsciously licked her lips and closed her eyes and a slight sheen of perspiration formed on her forehead. I knew then and there that mommy and Helen would probably bind right from the start. When Friday morning came around I woke early and rose from the couch, took off my surgical bra, shoved it in the rubbish bin and went upstairs to shave my legs and underarms. I showered and washed my hair feeling clean for the first time in days. Mommy joined me in the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain aside and helped me wash my body. I lingered while she showered and luxuriously soaped her taut body and shampooed her hair. When we got out and dried off, I put her in a chair in front of the dresser in my bedroom and blow dried her hair. I quickly dried mine afterwards. Then we both put on makeup and I let her choose my wardrobe for the day. As I was going to the brothel after visiting the clinic I put on a suspender belt and natural tan stockings. I matched it with a black lace bra and matching black panties. Mommy picked out two tweed skirts which fell two inches above the knee and a purple silk blouse for me. I undid the top three buttons which gave a view of the beginning of my cleavage and just a wisp of my lacy bra. It was the first time in my life I could show my breasts and I was fascinated to see what I looked like in the full length mirror. Slipping on three inch heels mommy joined me at the mirror. As we looked at ourselves I realised we looked more like sisters than mother and child. We had similar hair styles although mommy's hair had darkened over the years and she had skilfully streaked it blonde whilst mine was softer in hue, offset by platinum streaks. We both had the same facial features with high cheekbones, blue eyes, slightly upturned noses and lush lips. If people saw us there was no question that they would see we were closely related but, given mommy's youthful look, I doubt they would ever suspect she was my mother. We grabbed our handbags and marched out of the house and caught a cab to the clinic. When we entered and I went up to the receptionist she did a double take when she saw me. Just last week I was in my regular outfit of leggings and yoga tops and feminine flats and now I was here before her with my new tits and dressed like an elegant woman. There was no snigger today, just a quiet acknowledge and a nod of the head to indicate where to sit and wait for the nurse. The nurse also was taken aback when she came out to lead me to an examination room. When she closed the door behind her I could see a little amusement in her eyes and a contrasting malevolent smile on her face. "So Helen's favourite patient doesn't have her doctor here today," she said, lifting a pre-packaged hypodermic needle off the desk and splitting the end to take it out. She held it up to examine the measurement and knitted her brows together as she looked at me with feigned friendliness. "I'm supposed to give you your injection this week and Helen always says you want more and more of the hormones in you," she continued. "She says her favourite sissy can't get enough girly juice in her ass each week and begs her for more. She says you are addicted." "Get up and come over here and lift that pretty skirt up and bend over," she commanded. "I just might be more generous to you than Helen is and shoot you so full of it your new tits will grow a size." I had no real choice so, while a deep blush rose in my cheeks, I did as I was told and hiked my skirt and bent over. She jammed the needle a little too violently in my left cheek and let out a little giggle as the pushed the hormones inside me. When she sat and I had pushed my skirt down, she looked me over in an imperious manner. "If you tell Helen I gave you a super dose of girl power this week I will report her to the medical board and I'll make sure she is struck off the register because of her bizarre relationship with you," the nurse said with a sneer. "I've got enough on that woman to make sure she could never practice medicine in any country in the world." "Look at you," she said in the most belittling way possible. "You came in here three years ago as a red blooded man and now you are a mincing sissy boy. You are the butt of half the jokes here. I can't believe you still have a cock and she hasn't lopped it off yet." Her face didn't soften when tears started coming out of my eyes. It only seemed to strengthen her resolve. "Now get out of here and don't ever come back unless Helen is here," she said. "Go out to your sister in the lobby and you can both cry your eyes out." I was visibly shaken as I hurried out to the reception area and motioned for mommy to follow me out of the clinic. She could see my eyes were red and I was visibly upset and wanted to talk but I insisted we get as far away from the clinic first before we spoke. We eventually stumbled onto the same cafe Helen and I had met Derek just a week ago and we sat and ordered coffee and I told mommy all about what the nurse had said to me and that I had probably been given a much larger shot of oestrogen than I was normally used to. She was furious but told me to calm down and that she would take care of me if the hot rushes I always got over the weekend were stronger than normal. She used her phone to research if a large injection of the female hormone would be harmful and was assured that, since it was a natural substance, it was impossible to overdose on it. Too much might wipe me out for the day but it wouldn't have any long term effect. "Let's just assume that tomorrow is a wash and try to get as much done today as possible," she said, trying to calm me. "As far as what she said about Helen, it may be true, but that awful nurse doesn't understand you at all. When I look at you now I know this is the right destiny for you. You need someone strong to take control of you, even to knowingly exploit you to some extent. You were happiest as a boy doing everything you could possibly do to make me happy and you expected me to be the selfish and promiscuous woman I can't help being." "Let me tell you something I have never shared with you before," mommy said in a serious voice. "That afternoon thirteen years ago when you saw your uncle taking me like he had hundreds of times before there were so many conflicting emotions running inside me. He treated me like his slut, the wife of what he considered his pussy brother who he used just for his own satisfaction. He and your other uncle did that to me from the start of my marriage to your father. They took what they thought they deserved and I was a willing accomplice because something inside me always craved the excitement that your father could never provide me. They had their respectable wives who would never consider doing what I did with them. I was their dirty thing on the side." "Then I saw your sweet face peeking through the door and I saw you playing with yourself as you watched," mommy added. "After your uncle had put his seed deep inside me I knew that I had to make you an accomplice to that act so you would never tell your father about what sort of mother you had. I led you into bed and took your little prick in my hand and played with it, hating myself for having to do that and thinking it was the sickest thing any mother could do to their son. Then you surprised me by asking to lick the very pussy that I had betrayed your father with. I first felt a feeling of revulsion when you went down on me. I thought about what sort of man you would become if the first experience you wanted sexually with a woman was to degrade yourself in such a manner. A real man would have taken me like your uncle but your only desire was to lick his spent seed. I have to admit that once I got over the revulsion of allowing you to do that my first reaction was relief. Any boy who does that would never reveal that he had committed such a shameful act with any woman, let alone his mother. Then as I began to feel pleasure as I told you how to lick my clit and bring me off, something inside me changed. I knew then that the reason your first impulse was to do something no normal man would ever do was an act of adoration. I had never felt adored in my life before and allowing myself that emotion changed me forever." "Then you began asking me to do other things that I first thought were sick and revolting," mommy continued. "You insisted on drinking my pee every morning and licking my ass clean after I had taken a shit. Every time you pushed through my barriers I worried about what sort of son I had brought into the world. You brought up so many conflicting emotions in me but each time we crossed a new threshold I realised that you needed to make me feel completely adored and that feeling empowered me as a woman. You helped me let myself go. I began to enjoy the erotic dominance I had over you. The ultimate conclusion to that was to take away your manhood and dress you as a girl. I loved the sight of you in stockings and a skirt and I loved to put makeup on your sweet face. We became a bit reclusive after your father died solely because we gave each other so much joy together. I guess the final thing was whipping you with that riding crop you bought. I didn't like it at first but then I got incredibly turned on by it. I loved that I had such power over you and that you would willingly suffer through whatever pain I inflicted on you. It put me in a sexual frenzy." "My relationship with my husband is not dissimilar to what we had together," mommy confided. "I was drawn to him not just because he is handsome, younger and rich but because he was willing to fully come to terms with the power exchange that is the basis the basis any of relationship I will allow myself to enter into. I will never recapture the erotic experiences I had with you. Nothing will ever come close to that. But to enjoy that I had to get over the guilt I felt at raising a son who would never be a real man. When I began to accept that it is in your very nature to enjoy the degradations you do and nothing will ever change that then I began to realise that how I once judged who a man is isn't important, it's your happiness and fulfilment that means the most in life. You will always be who you are and any woman who fully gets you will know that." "Helen is satisfying her dominant sexual needs in life by turning you into a sissy prostitute and reaping all the financial benefits from that. She knows every day you will be on your fours taking a real man inside you continuously and not expecting any benefit from that and doing it just out of devotion to her. To be honest with you, when I think about it, my biggest regret is that I didn't do that to you first. That would have been the most natural outcome for our relationship but we both got scared about where we were going and you ran off to Africa to try to pretend to be a real man and I went off and got married to someone who turned out to be substitute for you. I am sort of conflicted now because, more than anything, I would like to be part of this new journey too." "What did you mean about being a part of it?" I asked. "At some point you have to go back and be with your husband or are you telling me something I don't know?" "My husband takes his orders from one person only and, if he is desperate to see me, he can take a flight to London," mommy replied. "I'm thinking of a plan to be part of your new life. I haven't figured out how to do that yet but I want to talk to Helen when she returns." "Speaking of Helen," she added. "Have you talked to her and has she spilled the beans about what your slutty wife is up to on her holiday?" "She said Heidi has had enough strange cocks inside her so far this week to knock that baby she is carrying inside her for a loop," I said with a laugh. "I guess in between fucks she and Rob are calling each other all the time and he thinks she is missing him dearly. I honestly can't wait until Monday when the divorce papers arrive." "Enough about that useless South African bitch," mommy said. "Let's use the time before we go to the brothel to do some shopping. You must need a new batch of lingerie because I think that's all you're going to be wearing while you are at work. We went to Bond Street and I fulfilled my pledge to my mother and bought her some Louis Vuitton shoes, as well as a pair for myself and then we went to Agent Provocateur in Soho and blew a mint on bras, suspender belts, knickers and stockings. Finally at 2:00 pm we caught a taxi to Derek's brothel in Mayfair. When we knocked on the door we were let in and shown to an office and told to wait for Kate, who was the matron of the establishment and was currently entertaining a client. Shortly thereafter a tallish brunette woman entered the room wearing only panties, a suspender belt holding up dark stockings and a bra. She was strikingly beautiful, in her mid-thirties and had a ready smile for both of us, instantly putting us at ease. She introduced herself and I told her my name and introduced my mother. "This is the first time that Derek has ever hired a t-girl," said Kate, giving me the once over. "I have to say if I hadn't known that you were once a man I would never have guessed. The girls here are a little shocked that you are coming to work here so you'll have to do your best to fit in. I think their initial worry was that you would attract the wrong clientele but I agree with Derek that you will fulfil a kink in a lot of men's minds. This is an extremely expensive and exclusive establishment. The girls here are lucky to be chosen to work here and they know it and we have all built up certain camaraderie. We think we are the most beautiful women in the business in London and the most sought after. The only problem we have is as a business is that we lose so many of our girls to marriage but, thankfully, that will never be a risk for you." "Another advantage is that you can work five days a week and not have to worry about taking a week off every month like a real woman does," added Kate. "We can put you on a full schedule as of Monday and I can assure you that you will be busy all the time." "I have no idea how this works," I said to Kate. "How will your clients know that I exist? I assume when they come here they expect to have sex with a real woman, not me." "Every day we send out the most sought after email in the city of London," replied Kate. "It goes out to over 200,000 of the highest paid men in the UK and it has pictures of all the women who are working here that day with details about them and the limits they have. We are going to photograph you today in lingerie for Monday's email. Every man who can afford to come here Monday will know that you are on duty and, if they are interested, they will call and make an appointment to see you." "Now, let's get down to business," said Kate. "We don't allow and drugs, drinking or smoking on the premises. All the girls have to fully shaved and keep themselves smooth at all times. Men will pay ?500 to see you. Derek takes a cut of ?100 and another ?100 goes to the house. We expect all the girls to see about ten men a day and, although we tell the clients each session is an hour, we expect them to leave in 30 minutes with a smile on their face. When you leave here you will go to a tattoo shop that handles all of Derek's business. His initials will be inked on your right ass cheek to signify that you are his property. You will not have penetrative sex with any man outside of the premises of this house ever. Any man who you have a relationship with and you want to have sex with will pay for that privilege just like any other client. Only Derek decides when you retire. With your look you have at least 20 years or more in this business." "If one of the clients falls in love with one of our girls, which is most unlikely in your case, then he has to negotiate with Derek for that girl's purchase. No tattoos are allowed. Do you have any existing tattoos?" "Yes I do," I said blushing. "I just had one on the back of my neck. It's very subtle." Kate got up from seat and walked behind me. She lifted up my hair and gazed at the tattoo and then walked back behind the desk and sat down. "If that is the case then I think the girls will readily accept you," Kate said with a smile. "Knowing that you are the property of an empowered woman will make all the difference to the other girls." "Now there are some more delicate issues I would like to address," Kate said. "Derek has informed me that you are incapable of having an erection and that you are very feminine and submissive in nature. We will restrict your clients only to men who have no interest in trying to bring you satisfaction. The girls are adamant that you only see a certain type of man and we don't want to start accepting men here who have conflicted sexual identities. Derek also says that your penis has shrunk substantially and is only an inch or so long. That also makes the girls happy. I don't want your submissiveness to get in the way of making your clients happy, though. You will have to take the lead sometimes and show them how best to enjoy your body. It's their pleasure that is the most important thing." "Finally, this may come as a shock to you, but this is a no-condom zone," Kate said. "The clients pay top money to see the girls here and they expect to take them in the same way they would take their wives. You will have to watch your hygiene between sessions and make sure you aren't leaking. Always wipe your private area and clean it with a wash cloth before you see another man. At the end of the day you won't be able to stop the leaking but, in your case that means you will probably not need any lubricant." "Now, I want you to go into the other room and wait for me to photograph you for Monday's email," Kate said nodding towards the door behind her desk. "I would like to speak to your mother about something private before I come in, so I might be a few minutes." I quickly made my way into the other room and took off all my clothes except for my shoes, stockings, bra and panties and sat and waited for Kate. I wondered what had prompted Kate to want to speak to my mother privately but that question was answered as soon as the door opened and mommy and Kate walked in laughing like old friends. "Your mother has agreed to become the house's new receptionist," Kate said. "She will answer the phones, make the appointments, usher the clients into the rooms, handle all the money and make sure the house runs smoothly. I hope it doesn't bother you to be working with your mother. As soon as I saw her I just knew she was the face we had to have on the door." "No, that doesn't bother me at all," I said with a sense of relief. "It will actually make things easier for me in the beginning." After Kate took a few pictures of me with her digital camera she gave me a slip of paper with the name and address of the tattoo shop on it. She also informed me that my working attire was only going to be what I was wearing when she took the pictures and that I had better quickly get used to walking around only wearing stockings, knickers, a bra and heels. She also told me to arrive promptly at 10:30 am Monday morning and expect to work up until 6:00 pm. Kate told my mother to be in at 9:00 am and expect a flurry of calls as the clients wanted to make appointments to see the girls as early as possible. When she was finished Kate studied me as I got dressed and showed us to the door, warmly kissing us both goodbye on the cheek. We walked for five minutes before my mother hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the tattoo shop. When we arrived at the tattoo shop I was pleasantly surprised to see it looked fairly upmarket. I told the pretty blonde girl at reception that Kate had sent me over from Derek's brothel for my tattoo. Rather than looking shocked the receptionist actually looked at me with barely concealed envy. "Is it just you who is getting the tattoo or is your sister getting one as well?" she asked me. Before I could respond my mother answered for me. "It's for both of us," mommy said with a gleam in her eye. "Every design is the same but each girl gets to choose the colour they want," said the girl as she pulled out an image of the tattoo Derek required each of his girls to get. It was the initials D and C attractively superimposed on themselves inside a circle that was maybe an inch in diameter. "In that case I will have mine done in a deep blue and my sister here will have it done in a deep red," mommy told the girl with a gleam in her eye. One hour later mommy and I walked out of the tattoo parlour arm in arm both suffering from slightly sore bums, choosing to walk home rather than face the pain of sitting in a taxi. After ten minutes of walking, my mother stopped and pulled me into her arms. "Thank you for wanting me to part of your new life," mommy said as her eyes began to tear. "Every day I will be only a few doors away from you as you begin to fulfil your new destiny in life. Perhaps one day one wicked client will want to double book the new receptionist and the new sissy together. Just think of that."