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Day three the meeting. Four in the morning was way early for me. I thought about leaving last night, but I popped out of bed like it was nine. I walked into the bathroom and giggled softly as I had slept with the modulator on. I wondered who I was just like I had wondered last night? I needed to be Sara today and the thought excited me that not only would I be her that no one would know the truth. I put the device on the charger shivering that it wasn't around my neck. Had I become so attached to a simple tool? I showered and shaved making sure that my skin was clean. I stepped out and dried my hair and styled it the best I could. I had braided it loosely and wrapped it around and pinned it in place. Not a professional style, but one I felt brought attention to my face and worked better with a scarf. I put on the bra and the breast forms and felt comforted by the weight. Next came the stockings and the panties then the corset that although difficult to tighten felt loose. Almost as if it fit much better than the first time, and that it had done its job of shaping my waist. I dropped the chemise over it all and shivered as it hid and revealed the shape underneath. Not that anyone would see it. Next I spent time getting all my makeup on and I went again with a light every day look that was natural. I really was at a loss for how easy it was. I rushed a bit to finish dressing. The pencil skirt then the blouse. I added the vest that I left off the first time and then the jacket. I smiled again at the woman in the mirror and wished I could make love to her. I shook the goosebumps away. Once my shoes were on I clicked with each stride as I walked to the door. I paused just long enough to pick up the case and the purse hanging by the door. I double checked everything and stepped out into the hallway. Two clicks and the door was locked. I felt more than I heard foot steps as I turned and instantly smiled as I saw Megan. She went to work at this time normally and she was dressed for it. She returned the smile and then studied me. "For the whole time you lived here we hardly ever said more than hello. Now I wonder who are you really?" "I don't understand? I just saw you the other day." I was suddenly nervous did she know? "Sara, No you're Sean and you hide it perfectly, but I can tell. I could tell the first day I met you a few years back. You went to great lengths to hide her, but I have seen this woman before me for a long time. I am happy to see the real you finally." I sighed as I couldn't deny it. She smiled softly. "I am doing this all to get published." "No one goes as far as you have just for a book. No you could have been convincing with a bit of practice. But instead you spent the last three days as a woman. That was for you." "How did you see it?" "I used to be a girl trapped in a boy's body. Ever since I was five I knew. I had plenty of sisters all on birth control, so when I was almost ten I stole their packs. Took them a full year to figure out I was taking their pills. My sisters took them for their periods. They didn't say anything when they caught me. I was allowed to play how I wanted at home. That included dressing up with my sisters, but as I started to develop I started to hide. They caught me in a bra that fit. My mother found out after nearly two years. Then after a month without. I got a proper prescription, and changed schools. I have been taking them ever since." "Wow, I never would have guessed." "We'll talk later if you like, but I think we will both be late if I tell the long story." "Until then." "Oh you should have at least one ring. Here this one has helped me be me." She slipped the simple ring on my index finger. It shocked both of us as she put it on and we both giggled. I still had plenty of time once I got to my car. A quick change of shoes and I was off. I avoided the traffic jams, but it still was stressful getting out of the city. I did wonder why the publishing office was so far from all the other houses. Maybe that was another part of their appeal. That they wanted not only to be inclusive, but also to show that they were an elite company. The four hour drive was calming once the traffic cleared. My appointment was at eleven just before lunch. I grabbed a small snack before I drove the last few miles to the publishing house. I had an itch that slowly bothered me. Running my hand over the area helped calm it. I blamed my nerves at first, but I did get nervous as my modulator started to act up as I had ordered my meal. The voice it was producing was higher than I wanted it. As I tried to adjust it, it would go back to normal and a few minutes later as I went over what I was going to say at the introduction. I pulled into the parking lot and I was really impressed. The buildings looked old like an ivy league school campus yet I could see the printing house in the background and the cars were all high end. Something even rich students or professors couldn't afford. I had to adjust my outfit as I got out and felt strangely comfortable. It was fine before, but now it fit much better. I took the long walk just to get to the front door. The few people that I passed smiled as I smiled back. The men were watching me coming and going as I passed them as I had looked back myself just to see. I didn't let my smile fade as my body itched again and my bra felt like it was getting tighter with each step. Once I got through the doors I was happy to see that there was a bathroom right there as my bra was now digging in. I went in all the way to the last stall. I started to adjust what I could, but the bra just wasn't cooperating. I finally sighed and took them out just to get some relief. I pulled down the band and again sighed as it felt better. I then went pee not thinking about it I sat down. I heard one lady come in and I grinned. "If she only knew." I whispered to myself as I heard her leave. The voice I heard sounded like a child's. "No not again." I said louder. I wiped and then pulled up my panties and adjusted my skirt before going out and looking in the mirror. I took the collar off and worked on the modulator and was confused to see the settings once I had it right again were nearly at zero. I was definitely going to send it back I was so nervous of being discovered I was shaking. I took an extra five minutes to control my breathing. Touching up my lipstick and then readjusting my bra. I had regained my composure. The solid click of my heels on the marble floor gave the receptionist plenty of time to notice me. She looked up and smiled just as I took the last step. "Ah you must be Miss Hawke. My name is Anne if you would have a seat, someone will be here to escort you shortly." "Thank you Anne, but please call me Sara." "I can not while at work." "I understand." I turned and sat down in the nearest seat. I crossed my legs and then after a few moments I was double crossed. I heard the steps of someone approaching and then lightly clearing his throat. "Miss Sara Hawke if you will please follow me." He put his hand out to help me up. I took it and it felt nice not to struggle if you didn't get positioned just right with heels on. He took my case allowing me to properly hold my hand bag. "Thank you." "This way madam." He turned and I followed at his side. His nearly silent stride complimented my restricted staccato gait. I truly began to wonder if this place had an elevator as we started up the third sweeping stairwell. My shoes were a bit looser now and I wondered if I had stretched them out too much. I smile as the man looked back as I slowed down afraid to lose a shoe. I saw the glint in his eye and picked up that he did this on purpose. "Does this building not have an elevator?" I snapped. "It is out of service. It is not far from here." I blew at a loose strand of hair. Before smiling at him as I took my heels off. He raised an eyebrow at that as I passed him. His lie was revealed as I heard an elevator ding. I didn't give him a glare as he took the lead again. He barely paused as we got to a large ornate double door. I slipped on my heels and was painfully aware that I should have had a half size lower, but I couldn't do anything about it now. We walked up to a man in a very nice suit. He was large with the classic gray side burns of a business man. He was handsome and I was sure he was very popular with the ladies in the past. His smile was friendly and honest, but also aggressive. I held my purse in front of me defensively. "Ah Miss Hawke a pleasure to meet you. I am Harold Gavin, assistant publisher. Mr. Hatchingsworth will join us in a few minutes." We shook hands as he offered a seat. "Thank you it is a pleasure to be here." I sat down and felt his gaze as his eyes traveled over my body resting on my legs before looking up. I shivered as I felt like prey. "Now before we go any further, I must warn you he doesn't deal with male authors. I know it is a bit odd in these times, but he finds that females give a lot more depth to their characters as they know how better to describe how they feel or how they would react. Only one author was ever published here that was male and it was only approved because it was cowritten by one of our more successful authors. I have read your manuscript from front to back. I can see the errors in the first few chapters that would gain a rejection, but since we have people that do nothing but read the manuscripts and then push them higher or onto our brother publisher. The way it got to my desk is impressive. I liked it and it does have a salable quality that we are looking for." "Why do I get the feeling I wasted my time, Mr. Gavin," I interrupted. He just smiled and he didn't have to answer. "Because we also do our homework. Three months ago we did a full check on you and well the report was interestingly different. We than found out you have a sister and the picture you used looks more like her. Now I get to see you in person and I am very impressed, but she doesn't have a sister as you are her brother." My jaw dropped and then I hung my head. "However we wanted to see how far you would go as the first agent thought you were female. The second one went deeper and found out that you are indeed male." I wondered how they did that? "In any event we were really surprised as we hacked into your computer and found that you were browsing site after site to attempt to pass as a woman. The bonus was when my agent saw you leaving your house three days ago all dressed up. He followed and then saw you in the suit you are wearing now. He said you turned into a woman so convincing. The startling part was how you sound so feminine. Can you take off the collar modulator?" I pulled the scarf off and then the modulator. I looked up at him and he saw the silent tears. He frowned as he took the unit and inspected it. A moment later he gave it back. I had come so far only to know that I had ultimately failed. What a total waste. I was such an idiot. I twisted the ring Megan gave me and it gave me little comfort, but it didn't change the direction of my thoughts. "Now before you meet Mr. Hatchingsworth you need to hand over the breast forms." I immediately blushed as he waved the escort over as he held a platter. I sighed and unbuttoned the blouse and started to reach in before I remembered I put them in my case. I froze for a second wondering why I didn't put them back in, but then smiled as I opened the case and tossed them at the man. He struggled to catch them as I looked at Mr. Gavin. A slight raising of an eyebrow was the only tell he gave me. "The other set." "I only have those. I am not wearing anything else." I countered as I placed my hands on my chest. I froze and I felt soft resistance where there should have been nothing. I did look this time and was taken by complete shock. I giggled as I watched the skin move as I fondled myself. "Oh bother he is playing with them." the escort complained. I got angry from his tone "I couldn't help it sorry..." I stopped from chewing him out. My deep voice was gone and it was softer and more musical then the modulator could ever produce. I held my hand in front of my mouth. I could see that the escort was shocked and so was Mr. Gavin, but he was curious as well. I wiggled in my seat and I spaced out after that in total shock. "Mr. Gavin why is he still here. I would think by now that he would be running for the door half naked." "Mr. Hatchingsworth he just froze up. It was after I asked for the breast forms." "Well I see them from here on the tray." "I asked for the ones he is wearing and then he froze." "No matter. A shame really. It is rare that a man can write with such depth. It truly covered up the errors in his writing. Such a pretty face is wasted on a male." He lifted my face by placing his fingers under my chin. "So very feminine. Light makeup odd I heard his deep voice from the recording, but no Adam's apple. Did the investigators not dig up any surgeries?" "No sir a few minor medical emergencies, but no indication of any body modifications." "Still I so want to publish his book. All he has to do is leave here naked. Get your clothes off." His order hit a cord and I slowly stood up after I kicked off my shoes. The jacket came off and then the vest. I unzipped the skirt to let it fall as I finished unbuttoning my blouse. Both fell to the floor at the same time I slipped out of the chemise and let it fall as I worked the knot to loosen the corset. Mr. Gavin chuckled. This made me aware of what I was doing and I blushed. My face and neck turned to fire as my shame increased. I pushed the corset off and it took the panties with it and the gaff. I let it stop at my hips as I reached around to unhook the bra. I undid my hair to stall and he cleared his throat as I shook it free. "Let it all free, but hurry up now you sissy boy." I heard the venom in his voice. I released the last bits of clothing and stepped out shielding my chest and my groin with my hands with the help of my hair. I wouldn't look up to add to his satisfaction. "Take his arms I want to see this sissy's body." The escort and Mr. Gavin reached for my arms I struggle, but I couldn't resist such large men. They pulled me upright and I glared at Mr. Hatchingsworth with all my anger. I saw his amused smile fade from his face. The escort gasped as he let go of my arm. I jerked my other arm twice before Mr. Gavin let me go. "How can this be?" the escort asked. "This is impossible. You can't be female. Unless those investigators lied to me? There was no way to get the surgeries needed in time." Mr. Gavin protested. "I am Sara Rae Hawke. You have violated me and stripped me down in a sick excuse to call me a male." Mr. Hatchingsworth looked me over and then smiled. "You may get dressed now. I do find it intriguing that you fooled even our investigators. You must have a hidden twin to have pulled this off. Someone that could hide while you were about and cover your lack of male equipment. Very clever. You even went the full length to fool your friend. How does it feel to know that you can never confess to the man you love? Never show him that you are a woman and not a man? Yes I know a lot more about you. In fact a book is being written very similar to this right here. I am sure it is far from finished, but sure to be a big success." All the time he talked I remain rigid with my arms to the side. "Are you not going to get dressed?" "I believe I have to... how was it put? Run out of here screaming naked?" His face paled, and I smiled. I may have turned into Sara, but I was also Sean, so while half of me was in shock the other half was ready for pay back. "I pray you don't do anything rash?" "What like run out of here claiming rape?" "Stop her!" Mr. Gavin and the escort reached for me but I was too quick as I dropped back and rolled to my feet and I slipped as my nylons found the marble difficult to gain traction, but I did run. I screamed and the piercing cry made my ears ring. I didn't stop as I got to the door. I started to cry thinking they were locked until I remembered to pull. I pulled hard and slipped through just as Mr. Gavin slammed into the door. I screamed as I came across the first person. He dropped the binders he was carrying. I flew down the stairs making a point to keep screaming. Everyone was showing both amusement then confusion mixed in with their shock. They had seen this before but only with men. How many had pretended to be women? I made it to the lobby. Miss Anne looked horrified as she mashed a button. I slipped as I headed for the door as a group of six women and two men came in. They split as I stumbled between them. "Stop her!" I heard Anne scream. I glanced back. Gavin and the other man had stopped by her desk. It didn't matter as fear mixed with exhilaration, shame mixed with revenge fueled my escape. I almost made the door as a cloak captured me as it spun me around. I looked into the sunglasses that concealed a woman's eyes. She held me close as I gave up my struggle. Her red lips move into a warm smile. Her hand brushed the loose hair from my face. "Such a pretty face no need to be scared." I nodded. "Good." She stepped back and adjusted the cloak that covered my nakedness. She stopped as it now hung correctly, and smiled again. I gave her a weak smile back as she chuckled lightly. "Mr. Gavin fetch me Mr. Hatchingsworth." "Yes ma'am." I watched as he took off like he was being chased. "Mr. James go get this ladies belongings." "Yes Madam." He bowed and smartly walked away. The lady took me by my hand and guided me to a lounge. As soon as I sat. I was handed some water and a handkerchief. The lady had her own as she dabbed at the tears I had shed. I was still crying as my body was dealing with the shame and violation and the humiliation. It was countered by a false pride that I would use this. They would pay. I shivered despite the thick cloak. I only had on the stockings and my earrings underneath. I rubbed the ring as I held the cup in my hand. Anne came and sat down next to me more shocked than I was. I looked at the woman who had captured me and made Gavin run. Her posture was perfect along with her figure that was not hidden by her tailored suit. Everything from her hair down to her toes radiated sensuality and authority. She radiated an old money sophistication that few would ever see. Her clothes and jewelry cost more than most pay for their homes. Her movements were measured and subtle from years of practice. I felt attracted to her dominance. She was more than gorgeous, she was a goddess. I knew right then if she told me to do the most shameful of things that I would have done it without hesitation. That made me shiver. "My, my you do have a submissive aura." I blushed as I held her gaze. "Darling, baby. I see you stopped a miss..." Mr. Hatchingsworth stopped as she glared at him breaking the hold she had on me. "Don't even start. In fact kneel." Her order sent him to his knees. I felt sick as I heard how hard he landed. "I enjoyed the game of you chasing the pretender sissy boys out. It was a nice game, but I also warned you if you ever made a mistake you would pay. Twenty people here have seen this poor woman's humiliation." "But he..." "Did I give you permission to speak?" He shook his head no. "Good. Now who is this young lady?" "Sean Ryan Hawke or Sara Rae Hawke," Anne replied. "Thank you Anne. I read the manuscript. Fascinating plot, deep characters, Fluid yet a bit choppy. Wish I wrote it myself." The escort stepped up with the bundle of my clothes. "Anne please help Sara regain her dignity." "Yes ma'am." "Now for you." I didn't see or hear what she did to him as I was guided to a private room. The lobby was buzzing from all the onlookers and once the door shut it sealed off all sound. Mr. James set my stuff down on a couch before leaving through another door. Anne silently helped me out of the cloak and handed me each item to put back on. I no longer needed the gaff, but wished I did. I felt so strange in my new form. Everything fit like it was tailored now even the corset was barely snug as she tightened it all the way. She handed me my scarf and I smiled. I suddenly giggled and dropped it in my open case, right on top of the collar and the breast forms. She handed me my purse before talking. "I knew who you were and I couldn't believe you were male. I am glad that you are female, but ashamed that I didn't warn you about what would happen." "No need to apologize. I... I am, was male." "How is it possible?" "I don't know." "I saw a picture of you and I thought you were cute as a man. I really wouldn't have minded meeting you before." "Thank you of all the people to call me cute. I felt no teasing." "I like small guys. They really know how to set a woman on fire." I chuckled and then laughed. She joined me as she giggled. "I'll keep that in mind." She gave me a look of false shock which helped us laugh some more. "Well all you need now is to put on your shoes." "They don't fit anymore." I replied as I dug into the case and pulled out the sandals. They fit better as I could adjust the straps. "Here let me fix your makeup." A large purse came out of nowhere and she worked fast wiping off the smeared eyeliner and runs of mascara. Her touch was light and she offered me the same red lipstick she wore. I nodded and she used a brush to apply it. "Do you feel better?" "Yes I'm just drained, confused and lost." "Come I am sure you will feel much better after you talk to Betty Rayne." "That was Betty Rayne?" "Yes our top author and owner. Mr. Hatchingsworth is the junior owner though I doubt he will control much after this. He is her husband, but after today I don't think that will help him either." "He is her slave?" "Yes, but I never saw her invoke her authority with him in public. Now since she has, I don't know what he will do?" "I see." "Come, I am sure she is waiting for us." Anne guided me out the door that Mr. James disappeared into. It lead to an elevator. I couldn't even feel it move or stop. I was escorted down a hall and into a lounge room. It was a strange mix of a VIP bar and a writer's research station. I glanced at the two people that were there and I remembered one of their faces but not her name. This wasn't our stop, but Anne picked up a tray of refreshments and lead me out and then into a spacious but tight study. Not a single part of the walls wasn't covered by a book. The two men from earlier let us in and took a water each from the tray. They looked like bodyguards. The six other women were kneeling at small desks. Two of them were standing to each side of the now passive Mr. Hatchingsworth. They each accepted a water from the tray. My gaze fixated on him, as Anne brought the tray to Ms. Rayne. I was fascinated with what she had done. He wore only a diaper and the cuffs that secured him inside of a cage. His head was forced to face a dangling bracelet. I remembered it was on his wrist. His back was red and a few spots held beaded up strips of blood. Though I couldn't see his face I could feel his shame and humiliation. This was not a normal punishment as his "collar" had been removed. I remembered reading that it was the ultimate sign of punishment. Such an act was the same as getting an ugly divorce. I felt guilty that he was now in this position. Anne waved a hand in front of my face breaking the hold such a sight held on me. A glass was placed in my hand as I was guided by another to a chair in front of Ms. Rayne's desk. I sat down as I was guided. "Sara I am deeply wounded by what happened to you. That is only the beginning of his punishment. It also puzzles me how you pulled off my deepest desire." My head shot up and I locked eyes with her. "Yes, him getting caught was a fantasy of mine. However you were thrown out just like the others and that should never have happened. One question I do want answered is did you write that manuscript?" "Yes I did." "Good, but why hide that you are female? Pretending to be a male posing as a female served what purpose?" "Other houses turned my book down. My editor couldn't see what was wrong and pushed me to self publish. When I got the letter that your house was interested in my book, I had to prove I was female. I had sent it under a pen name to other companies and used Sara Rae for this one. I was male this morning, but I have no answers to how I am female now." "Very well. I am not going to get into any legal action you may want to bring. I am sure you could damage this company with a lawsuit and charges against the three men, but I will let the lawyers deal with that. I have reviewed the tapes from the time they picked you walking up to the building until you landed in my arms. You can't claim rape, but I feel it could have been equally damaging. However I want your book. I was honest in that I wished I had written it. I also can tell you the reward from publishing will be greater than any legal action could provide." "I don't plan to sue, this was embarrassing enough." "I will let you keep that open. Do you want us as your publisher. I started to smile and then I cried ruining the fresh makeup. All I could do was nod my head until I got my emotions under control. She snapped her fingers and one of the women was right there stopping the tears from spreading the makeup as they cleared it away. "I am humbled that you like my book and yes, yes." I don't think I could have been happier than I was right now. "Good, but it will be six months before the first book comes off the press. It needs to be edited and that will take your full attention. Our editors are very good and they will push you to the limit. They will also make you doubt every word you wrote until it is exactly how you envisioned it. More can be said later. I still can't fathom you as a male. I saw the evidence, but tell me what made you think that you could pull this off?" I didn't know how to answer so I started from the letter I got until I decided to dress up three days ago. It took a long time and she only added words to get me to reveal more. I hardly believed it myself, and I hardly believed that I told her everything about what happened the last three days. I think she held back a smile of pleasure at my various encounters and embarrassment. The night the four of us shared I describe in vivid detail I didn't have before and I could now reveal the disappointment that it was an accident and not of my doing. I told her and those in the room everything. "Sara you are a gem that needs no polishing. I would love to train you." Again I locked eyes with her surprised that I yearned for her to control me. "But with such a reversal of your life. It would be unfair to you." I slumped back down. "Right now you are broken, and I can see it getting worse. If I tried to break you, you would shatter. The emotionless slave that survives would be the same as if you died. Maybe in a year if you feel the same way we can explore those feelings." "Yes, mistress." I had to say it and my chest pounded with the moan she gave in response. I felt an uneasy rustle from the people behind me. "Call me Betty or Ms. Rayne. I am not your master, no matter how much I desire it. Just know it will be a temptation for me over the next few months. You have no idea what your desire to submit means to you. I will only accept you when you fully comprehend what such a relationship demands." "Thank you, Ms. Rayne." "Good. Mr. Gavin will get in touch with you next week some time. It will give our editors time to come up with solid suggestions. Anne will set you up with the contract and a bonus. It will not be held against your balance with us. Think of it as a promise to be the only house you will want to write for. Are you working on any other stories?" "Yes I have several." She gave me a demanding look. "I have dozens. Half are fan fiction and most are just fire and forget stories. None that I think are worth publishing." "I knew you had more than a few stories. I would like them all as they are now. You may have a few gems you can't see. I hope that we do find something in your other works and it will give the editors something more to see how you write." "I can do that." "Good, now as far as this change is concerned I am sure we can get all the legal and medical changes you need. You would be surprised how deep people dig to bring grief to a celebrity writer." "What if I am just a one shot wonder?" "No I have a feeling you are not." She stood up and came around to hug me. No hand shaking here. I took another long look at the man in the cage. I couldn't understand the lure for allowing such humiliation, but I felt a confusing pull nonetheless. My stomach fluttered and my groin buzzed. This got me moving. One of the females guided me back to Anne. She gave me the contract and some other papers. A list of requests and who to contact when I was ready to sign. She then handed over a check along with the need documents. Everything was in my legal name with reference to my pen name. She then handed me an envelope with cash in it. Not much but when I counted, it would cover the new wardrobe I needed. The ride home was torture as I became aware of all the changes I went through. I swore I had a little orgasm as I drove over a long stretch of rough asphalt. Once I got home I was only able to lock the door and strip down to nothing before passing out on the bed.