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Syn's Eden By MadQuill Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. I appreciate that the poor grammar may take away from the tale. My editing could be better and I continue to work on it. I'm sure there are some errors and I do care. Thank you for your comments The meeting was arranged by a voice on the hotel phone and it sound like a female but there was a snarl in her words. "There's a mag shop in the Garden with an alley aside. Stanfords, on Long Acre. Go in and buy," I was confused, "Please Miss, wait. Do you mean-" She barked now, "The Garden for god sake, Covent, Covent Garden." I wrote the shop name down quickly. Stanfords. She spoke a bit slower now. "Go to the rack and get a copy of Sinical with Romanie Smith on the cover, the black and white cover from September. Don't push me you bitch." Now I found it on the iMap. Long Acre was the street. "I understand now. Please, a black and white, Romanie, got it." I had seen the magazine issue and the model from several months' back. It was an Alternative Modeling and Lifestyle magazine. On that cover Smith was positioned against a wardrobe in black lingerie with her head tilted back. She continued but again snarling, "About the corner and down the alley is the separate entry for their Coffee Bar. Go in and sit on one of the stools and make sure I can see the cover with that bleached blonde skinny cunt." I knew this meeting was a critical introduction. I was away from home. My girlfriend and I had agreed to cool it for a few weeks leading up to this adventure. Synthia hadn't determined to end our relationship but she knew something was up and had suggested the trip. It was to be a pause; we were on the same wavelength but she felt I needed to see what if. There was something unresolved with my commitment. I had booked this business trip and flight to London seven weeks ago. The arrangements were more clandestine than Syn knew. Having said goodbye eleven days ago I had spent time preparing per the direction of the 'Agent'. Now the voice on the phone was sharp again. "Don't fucking be late, two-thirty and do be dressed as they've required." I knew the woman's voice was irritated. Her accent had failed and she sounded American when angry. "I hate these initials but I'll only get paid if you get approved so be perfect bitch!" The line went dead. I had arrived at the London Savoy Hotel on the Thames on Wednesday after an overnight flight. I had been told to travel to the UK without the necessary wardrobe for the meeting on Thursday afternoon. A letter with my signature had been posted a week before and in it the Agent had stated the instructions. 'There will be a fitter at Harrods assigned to prepare you. Ask for Miranda. They'll know to call her. Be on hand by nine Thursday morning of the tenth. The Main door won't be available so ask at the Employees entry on Hans Cres.' Two weeks before summer I had made plans that would change and affect my life. - - - - - - - - At the airport I had turned off my cellphone tracking as instructed. Google wouldn't be able to keep pace. I sent the last text to Synthia. 'I'm checked in at the Savoy, don't worry, I will be careful, love xx' She replied, 'just be yourself sweetie and you'll be fine' I awoke at five the next morning a little jetlagged but I had to prepare. There was a garment bag in the closet of the simple room. I'd opened the bag earlier to find that I had no need to have worried. There was everything I required. I went to the window and looked east as the low sun shimmered on the Thames. This trip would be exciting. Turning back to the room I picked up the list as the knock indicated that the coffee had arrived. At eight I stepped to the mirror. I felt ready having showered and dressed. Once more I checked the list of preps. Happy with the result I grabbed the small handbag and confirmed I had the special credit card and my passport card. I left the brass room key on the bed and left the room. The ride wasn't but fifteen minutes though there was traffic. It was Friday and the City was alive with people everywhere. Pittsburgh never seemed this busy. The cab driver wanted to re-route. "Miss, the traffic, can I head up to Piccadilly?" I said yes knowing the route could be crowded at this hour. A few minutes later I handed him a ten-pound note with Charles Darwin's picture and thought of my own impending evolution. After the taxi route change I had five minutes to spare. I walked casually toward the pedestrian street. As I passed the Zara boutique I paused to review the display before tuning south with the others, mostly employees I assumed. The sound of the focused pace resonated off the brick and stonewalls. There were men and women dressed per the Harrods regulations and so I looked like one of them, except for my missing an ID badge. 'At the door they'll provide you with an identity badge.' Smiling at the security checker I asked for Miranda and began what would be a thirteen-day exploration. - - - - - - - - - Five hours later I stood in my modest nude colored heels at the counter looking through the collection of back issues of Sinical. An older woman approached and asked, "Which issue are you looking for Miss?" I looked up through my new glasses. Actually they were just clear lens but the frames in a semi-rimless style in soft opal tone looked nice. Miranda felt I needed some sense of protection. She'd told me, "Your eyes took us forty-minutes Sarah and I want to prevent you from inadvertently smearing anything." The frame color looked very nice with my soft brown hairstyle. Watching Miranda cut away some of the hair that I had spent months growing caused a gasp until she showed me how I looked. "The possible need for extensions is up to the Agent. There is more than sufficient follicle remaining." She held up the outfit for me to see it. The suit looked just a little too small and restrictive. "We'll put you in a Spanks OnCore bodysuit. That will slim these three pounds away." She grabbed my bit of tummy flab. "You did well with your instructions 'Sarah'. You'll need some time to start answering to the new name dear." I had lost fourteen of the seventeen pounds of weight the letter had detailed for my acceptance. The three-page letter included two releases and details on the restrictions I would be required to meet. The fat seemed paramount. The E-Mails from the Agent's excited me suggesting I would be 'embracing the essence of femininity'. Quietly Miranda said, "I hope the initial reviewer will miss it or your trip and all this will go to waste," she said smiling as she stroked my shoulder. I considered her statement. "Will they really not take me Miranda? I think you've done a marvelous job. I feel wonderful." We were looking at the full-length mirror. I saw a woman standing beside Miranda. It wasn't the man that I'd seen when I had boarded the plane and left Pittsburgh. I would never have thought I could appear so feminine with my hair this short. "You look remarkable Sarah but they were quite specific about the weight. For your frame you were to be at one-forty, which would be acceptable for a one-seventy centimeter tall dame." - - - - - - - - Last month, well seven weeks ago Synthia had worried when she saw me after our shower. "Thom you've lost too much weight!" I'd turned to her while drying, pulling the towel about my truck. "It's the running honey. I want to get back to my college weight by my birthday." "But Thom, here get on the scale." I reluctantly did so. "One-fifty-four!" The argument that followed was the beginning of her change of heart. She felt that I looked healthy at one hundred sixty-five but I had decided to spend the summer on a special adventure and knew the pounds would have to go. - - - - - - - - Miranda smiled at my reflection. I now stood beside her with my hair prepared, nails coated and my wide hips holding up my ivory skirt. Miranda looked at me with a serious eye. "Don't let your eyes tear Sarah. The suit does help. Layers can affect the appearance of a woman's weight, but the ivory color they have required is intended to, oh, don't fret it." But she wasn't content. "The McQueen might work. Quite expensive though." The preparation of the Agents review began in early May. I was told to study a book on women's etiquette and read 'Audrey', a book about social grace. The directions included the weight reduction requirements and I was required to send photos of my progress. I had emailed the first phase for the Agent's review. The purchase of heels wasn't necessary for Syn had provided me with several pairs. She hadn't resisted my dressing but she wanted this adventure to be mine. Three months earlier her girlfriend Betsey had spent the night with us. Afterward Betsey had suggested that she could be of some help. "Syn feels as I do Thom but she won't get involved. You can dress at my apartment. Syn doesn't want you halfway dressing. You can come over next week. See how you feel. I will help you decide if you're ready for being in public." Miranda wasn't pleased with the simpler suit. "I can't let you wear that," she said. After removing the skirt I stepped into the McQueen outfit and she zipped the skirt into place. I could sense the extra money was worth it. As I settled the jacket onto my shoulders she brushed it smooth and I tingled at her gentle touch. Miranda thought the Alexander McQueen suit of a similar design and tone would be a better choice. "This is the one Sarah." She smiled and I saw her in the mirror with her hands on my hips. "There honey, the fit of this scales you down. There isn't a tautness here," she touched my belly, "the other was just too tight across the midriff. I think you look wonderful." She handed me the clutch. "Put your cards in this Sarah. Oh, and your Harrods ID card needs to be on the lapel of the suit jacket. You can remove it and trash it later." She asked me to stand still and then suggested I pose for her. "The small gestures are important Sarah. You've clearly studied women for some time. Try and watch the football slang though. A dead give away." - - - - - - - - - As I stood in my heels I smiled at the magazine store attendant. "I believe I need the September issue?" I softly said. She dug behind the counter. She stood with a plastic package with a magazine inside. "One copy remaining, September oh fifteen. That's Romanie on the cover. She makes me sick. She is so thin and beautiful." I paid the eight-pound invoice and step back outside. I had three minutes and I decided to relish the afternoon sun as it aligned with Long Acre Road. The traffic moved only eastward on the one-way street and though my skirt hem was modest a cabbie hooted. "Nice milady." I blushed but smiled back as his car jerk to a stop just before he hit the small Audi in front of his cab. He swore loudly, "Ahole, get a move on!" the sound bouncing up the block. - - - - - - - - My dressing was based on Synthia and Betsey's suggestion. "Thom even without a wig your face is quite feminine. Shaving and makeup allow you to pass easily." The Agent had required that I be comfortable in public and wanted to see several photos. The Sunday prior to the flight Betsey had come along and she made several snapshots of me out in downtown. One showed us while we had a lunch and another at a dress shop trying on clothes. - - - - - - - - - Miranda had suggested my heels be medium height for this afternoon meeting. "In that part of London we don't want you being picked up for solicitation!" With the magazine I stepped into the second entry of Stanfords and found a stool at the coffee bar and waited. I'd placed the magazine on the edge of the stool but turned so that the image of Romanie was as if she was on her back. Her hose' covered knees open in a 'V'. The bar attendant smiled but was busy with her other customers. I had sat for a few minutes when I felt someone standing beside me. Turning to my right I saw a young beauty of maybe twenty-five years old. She was dressed elegantly but when I stood she had several inches of height over me. "Come along Sarah. Your affair awaits you. You can leave the mag there on the counter." We walked a short distance quietly and she stopped and I now saw she wore very high heels, 110mm as they say over here. "I'm sorry I was barking at you on the phone. Your dresser will receive her bonus. You look glamorous Sarah. We'll hail a cabbie. My feet could use a rest." Along the ten-minute ride she explained what the next step included. "You are to enter the Lobby of the establishment and press the button for Xxon. It's a pet-grooming salon but once inside the 'Jon' will meet you. He will double confirm your contract is in order and release the fees to both Miranda and myself. Then he will take you to another location." This seemed overly cautious and beyond what I'd been told. I was somewhat bothered but felt I needed to listen and ask questions when I met this 'Jon'. Though a little worried I tried to stay composed. Having another person looking me over had not been mentioned. I felt nervous as the cab bounced along the cobbled street. This adventure had been considered carefully and I had triple confirmed the details. Now it was upon me and I felt the small release of a mini orgasm. My tucked body wasn't stiff but I was emotionally beside myself. If this 'Jon' felt I didn't meet the expectations he and they would all be unaccountable. She stopped talking for a moment. "Miranda's made you look brilliant Sarah. I haven't seen a candidate quite as lovely. The last two have failed and I only received a partial fee." I wondered about that. "How often do you do this, I mean review for the Agent?" The secrecy seemed irrelevant. I had enlisted their services. But the instructions were clear; the reviewer 'decides if we'll accept you'. She hesitated, "Too much information, sorry Sarah." She looked up the street over the cabbie's shoulder as the car jostling about. "It's just on the right, oh yes, stop here please." As I got out the right door she began to exit and I saw her lovely legs as her dress hem slid high almost exposing her panties. She was wearing pantyhose. Miranda had told me that was an option. "You have wonderful calves and you've shaved nicely Sarah. I could simply apply a leg makeup. It's to be warm, near twenty-seven today." That translated to about eighty degrees so my legs were bare. Now I watched the tall beauty pay the cabbie. I relished the fact that I looked nearly as good in my perfectly fitted suit and heels. After the cab left she turned and began to walked east, her wildly sexy heels clicking. It was a few yards to the building. Her long legs allowed her a good stride and I had to walk quickly to keep up. She suddenly paused. Smiling softly as she turned to me she said, "About once every four months we get a girl who gets this far. But mums the words. I'm careful around the cabbies. Most of the girls don't even have a decent walk. Clumsy and awkward and I reject most of them." She walked a bit further on the street. "I'll walk you to the door. I watched you earlier at the shop. You're beautiful. Oh, I need to make one thing clear Sarah." We were just to the south of the doorway. I noticed the Gagosian Gallery across the street. We were on Grosvenor Hill. "You have asked for this Sarah. Your Agent requires a beauty and today you fill the part." She stopped and reached into her small purse, "I almost forgot." She pressed record on her small device as she started to speak, "You Sarah Henman have asked for the assistance of Miranda Jones and myself, Julie Tigg to delivery you to 21 Grosvenor Hill. You hereby release the two of us from any responsibility and you are about to enter the establishment without further guidance from myself Julie Tigg. Please state your correct name and address." I did so using Thom and she pushed the stop button. "Let's review the recording. You understand that what you're about to do will be fulfilling but it's of your choosing." I watched her walk away then turned and smiled to myself. A moment later I saw the button for Xxon and I was buzzed into the three-story building. I walked up the stairs as quietly as possible but my heels banged on each of the steel steps. At the second level I saw a glazed door and again was buzzed in. There must have been cameras at each entry for I hadn't spoken to anyone. The slick white d?cor didn't look like a pet grooming establishment. It reminded me of a fashion magazine lobby I'd seen in a movie. The ceilings were quite high and though the space was deep into the building the ambient light was great. There was a higher floor but at the edge of this twenty-foot wide room had a translucent lens that allowed sunlight into the space. There was no one with me. After a few minutes of waiting I settled on the gorgeous white leather sofa. I crossed my legs at the ankle and was happy with the leg makeup decision. Syn had raved about my wonderful legs. It was just one of the things that had stirred me to act. Now I was about to truly begin this escapade. I didn't have a watch so I opened my clutch and pulled out my cell. It was on but there was no signal and therefore I couldn't determine the time. That was strange. There must be a jamming system being used. I stood, as I was a bit perplexed. Then I saw myself reflected in the mirror-like surface of the Lobby's glazed wall. I was clearly no longer Thom. I enjoyed this moment since I'd been longing to be dressed since I was twenty. The thought had been dormant for almost ten years. Looking at the near pixie cut of my hair I shifted and the motion of the hair splashing on my neck felt sexy. I smiled at the reflection. The look of my legs in heels was another thing that Syn had enjoyed. The big reason I was in London was that my financial situation had changed and I could leave for a week, a month, however long if I so chose. The business success I'd found had somehow triggered this adventure. I heard steps coming along the hall on the tight office grade carpet. A moment later I turned to see the 'Jon'. He was a bit shorter than me in my 90mm heels. He wore a tight beard and was dressed in perfectly fitted black slacks and a buttoned white dress shirt. I realized that somehow Miranda's term for pants had settled into my own vocabulary. 'remember you are a woman and therefore you want to be attractive to men' He slowed his pace as he was now fifteen feet away and I felt he was inspecting me. 'they all want to be seduced so try and feel sexy and you will be' Now he stopped a few steps from me and gestured for me to spin. I immediately thought of Miranda's decision to buy the McQueen and her suggestion regarding my tummy. The man's facial expression did not change as I completed my slow rotation. Now he put his one hand in his elbow and the left first finger came to his lips as he studied me. "Walk about the Lobby Sarah." He had an accent but I couldn't place it. I did so as he watched for a few minutes. I added some 'model' like moves and poses that Miranda had shown me. 'you're trying to fill the imagination of the Agent. Trying to get him to think of having sex with you. Without the seduction you'll still be a man in a dress Sarah.' I had been paused by her statement. "But I'm not going to have sex with him or any man Miranda." She had come to me and shushed me. "We will not speak of what you will do or won't do Sarah. A woman decides to do as she wants when we're dressed like you are. We are at our core sexual; we are made to have sex with men. We want to stimulate a penis to rise. We want to have that hard penis enter us. It's nature not wordplay Sarah. I love sex, both with women and men, but I love having a cock inside my body. You are now a woman or the Agent will send you away. Am I making it clear? You will try and entice him. Tempt his animal spirit girl. Make him desire you. Try and imagine him fucking you!" This Jon was still watching me and it dawned on me that I was becoming something new even to myself. I was doing as Miranda had suggested. I was flirting. I looked to his slacks; he was stiff. I was trying to attract him even if I hadn't resolved what might follow. I realized that my movements, the dress and heels, the jewelry and the new hairdo were causing me to become aroused. I smiled as I twirled once more. "All right Sarah, lets verify the details and such," he said and he turned and walked the other away. I hadn't realized that I was to follow so he called back to me, "Come on young lady." I had passed! I wondered if I was really ready for what the Agent had said. Their team would handle all of the details if I were selected. Now what? As he entered a room that was set up as a lab I saw another person, a woman about forty years of age. She had dirty blonde hair that was up with a wooden clip. Her complexion wasn't smooth but her makeup was perfect. The lab coat reminded me that I was now in their hands. The Agent had been specific. I would be given only one chance to rescind the agreement. The woman didn't look up from her monitor when I entered but I heard voices. 'Come on young lady' She had recorded my parading about and the playback was on the screen. "I think we're all go Richart. Get her fingerprints please." Now I at least knew his name, it wasn't Jon. Thirty minutes later I sat on the surgical gurney as a Doctor completed my exam. "Do you require these to see clearly Sarah?" The Doctor was older than the Agent but dressed in surgical fatigues. She held my glasses. "No" She discarded them then she had helped me remove the spanx and didn't comment about it. Then she'd helped with the gown for I was now naked. The exam included an anal DRE of my rectum and prostate. With her fingers in my bottom I had released some semen and she deemed it 'acceptable'. Richart was no longer around having completed the forms and affirmed that my deposit was in the Xxon Swiss account. The ten grand seemed like a lot but the hotel and visit to Harrods had cost me another four thousand. "Richart will settled the invoice at the Savoy and your bags will be transferred later this evening. Sarah I want to give you a mild sedative. It will not put you out but will reduce your motion. Can I have your arm please?" I remembered a similar injection prior to receiving local anesthetics when I'd had a shoulder injury repair three years ago. Without consideration I offered my arm. It was after five in the evening. After a moment I wondered why I would need to be sedated. I was naked except for the cotton gown. "Is that necessary? The hair weaving will be removed after twelve days or so Doctor. I would like to stay conscious please?" "The hair weaving or bonding method is aided by the subject being still. The procedure will take nearly five hours Sarah. The virgin Remy hair strands require more care during the installation process." A moment later I felt drowsy and my eyes closed. - - - - - - - - I do not know how long I was out for but when I awoke I was in a different room and the sky beyond was grey. I looked about and saw that the room did not appear to be decorated yet there was a similar character. The furnishings were white and the carpet the same grey. I assumed I'd been moved to another space. My head sat on a satin white pillow and I saw the new hair weaves in long braids on either side of the pillow. I arose in the bed on my elbows and realized that there were several new things about me. I had a bandage on my throat and I felt evident swells on my chest. I was groggy from the sedative and slipped back to the pillow. The hair braids reached passed these mounds on my chest, these small breasts, my breasts! I now felt weak and I tried to rise. I recalled that the Agent had said that the breast forms would be attached. Just lifting my arms I found I was aching. I reached to the tender spot and found small bandages beneath each armpit. Then my fingers traced to the lower edge of the swelling breast. There was no joint. I tried to cry out but there was no sound. I couldn't speak but the sum of this evidence made me concerned. These breasts felt real! The Agent and the Doctor had been busy. It wasn't dark but it seemed like evening from the light in the room. I turned slowly to see on the side table the documents with my signature. I struggled but reached and grasped the two sheets carefully. One stated that they would only provide anesthesia with my authorization. My signature was there. The second stated that they were agreeing to provide my requested surgeries; my larynx, cheeks and breasts would be augmented. I knew I had read the two documents previously but I couldn't be certain now what the second letter had said. I would have stopped them before permitting the augmentations listed; at least I think I would have. Richart had somehow altered the text. I felt lightheaded and a moment later I fell asleep. This was an journey becoming something else. This was a dizzy me, the fright couldn't bring me to consciousness. When I next awoke I was in a different room. I glanced about quickly and saw that a man and a woman were seated beside the bed. I recalled my thoughts of being manipulated and being sore at my arms. I looked for the papers but they were gone. I sat up and knew the breasts were real. I had an open hospital gown on. Looking at the woman I tried to speak. "Ahh," was the only sound I could make. They were smiling at me. My throat felt dry and rough. The woman stood to retrieve some water. Quietly I reviewed the room and the changes. I reached to touch the breasts for the first time. I smiled at the surprising weight and feel of the mammaries. Then I checked my armpits and determined immediately that the bandages had been removed. My fingers then went to my throat and again I felt no dressing. My long hair was still braided and fell across my chest partially covering my new breasts. I was naked beneath the open gown and I touched the nipples of my small breasts. I gasped softly reacting to the tingle. The woman quietly handed me the water. I drank the full glass. I tried to speak but the tone wasn't my voice, too quiet to express my alarm and unease. "Who the hell are you and what explanation can you offer?" I quietly said. My voice was a soft sound and speaking caused my throat to feel coarse. I started to move to escape the bed and the room, from them. My legs swung over the edge. The woman was quickly at my side. Sitting on the bed edge she said, "Sarah, your voice is perfect." She moved my legs back onto the bed. Her hand reached to my chin and she turned my face either way. "and your face and breasts couldn't be more perfect right Richart?" I looked back to the man and saw that it was Richart but his beard had grown. It was at least an inch long. He also now wore glasses. "Him! He's manipulated my letter! I never agreed to these changes." I touched my breasts but the sound of voice beguiled me. I tried to push passed her but I was still weak. "How long have I been here? What is your name?" The woman didn't hesitate but she was gentle. "Oh, I apologize Sarah. My name is Sofia. You know Richart of course dear." But she didn't answer my question as to the day. She shifted further up on the bed and pulled back the covers and I saw my limp penis. "We only made a minor adjustment down here Sarah. Special girls need their equipment or the clients refuse to pay." I shook and turned slightly onto my hip pulling my groin away from her inspection. My bottom was now uncovered and Sofia directed her attention there. Her finger slipped along my smooth butt cleft and stopped as I drew a bit further away. "This will be our next goal." As I looked over my left shoulder I saw her moisten her finger in her red mouth and the digit dropped to my anus. "This will require some training but now that you have recovered the Doctor feels we can commence." The single finger with is long red-painted nail entered my bottom and I quivered. "No, Please!" but it fully entered me and I cried out. "Stop this please. Oh my god what have I done?" - - - - - - - - Three days later I was eating a simple dinner with Sofia and she offered, "Sarah you're the Boss' new prize, an American girl with a perfect body. I will further teach you to move and act like what you now are, a stunning woman." I smiled for though their adjustments were surprising my trip was being realized. The days were close to what I had imagined; dressing and ladylike poise training. This woman was changing how I moved, how I sat, how I walked. She had shown me the importance of my new clothes and especially my intimate wear. After a bath that evening Sofia helped me trim my pubic hair from my body. "Sarah you're remarkably smooth but I'd suggest we leave a small tuff of short cropped hair on your mons pubis. To highlight the special role that your mons will serve from now on." I looked at her as she clipped the majority of my bush. "You will be tucked most of the time. Here, I'll show you." Sofia reached around my back and grasped the tip of my penis. She lightly pulled the flaccid prick between my legs and I saw what she meant. My body without a sac could nearly resemble a mons venus. She released me and continued, "So you agree Sarah? Just a narrow tuff?" I simply nodded and smiled at her. There had been moments during these first three days when Sofia had seemed so helpful and gentle. My adventure was to live as a woman for twelve days. I realized now that the trip I'd planned had some larger consequences. The Agent had required my cooperation before the review and now the surprise of each day was that I adored being dressed and acting feminine. I wondered if I could ever go back to simply dressing when Synthia allowed. I had come to relax with Sofia. She slept in the room each night on the second bed so that she could monitor my activity. Sofia would kiss me before I'd fall asleep and she helped me with my bath each night during that first week. She handled my long soft light brown hair carefully. The realization that I was a woman didn't seem to me possible yet. During the first days I was pampered to distraction as Sofia nursed my surgical wounds carefully. "The proper dressing and care will speed the healing. The breast tissue is not to be stressed so the Doctor requests that we keep you reasonably inactive. We need to prevent the implants from shifting or developing any capsular issues Sarah." The treatment of my hair weave took time as well. Sofia explained and showed me how to wash and brush my long mane. The braiding wasn't hard to understand but Sofia did this since she wanted to protect the work. "If the hair is pulled to aggressively it may affect the time the weave lasts." This led to my question, "But I'm due to return home in a few days. Removing the weave will soon occur." Sofia came to the side of the bed. "We've just started to enjoy having you here Sarah. I wouldn't suggest we worry about your leaving quite so soon." She moved closer to the bed and kissed me lightly. My questions were met by her ardent loving tongue. A moment later she knelt at the bed and began to fellate me. I was on my back and I wasn't even semi-aroused. She paused for a moment to pull down the shades and dim the lights. I looked at her as she licked slowly over my now taut ball sack. The fact that my testicles weren't visible didn't bother me and Sofia was smiling up to my eyes as she began with her tongue at the root of my penis. I watched her as she moved her hair to the side and gently kissed my smooth shaft. Then she used a middle finger pinch to hold my now stiff sex as her tongue licked my tip. The fellatio was more enjoyable than any mouth I'd ever felt. "I love your penis Sarah. I could lick your body all day. It's so surprising that you're such a beauty but this is your sex. I love your little clit." It seemed crazy that our lovemaking was happening with the Agent just in the next room. She smiled as her mouth engulfed my penis. "Oh my god Sofia," I said. I was now aroused but after a few more moments she shifted and she removed her gown and her panty. Climbing atop my body and pulling her chemise hem up to her hips she slid her moist pussy across my now stiff penis. She was only wearing her bra beneath the chemise and I reached to her breasts. Hers were a bit larger than my medium sized implants. "Yes Sarah, my body is responding to your touch. My nipples," I could see them through the fabric. Reaching I felt the engorged stimulated ends of her breasts. "My pussy is so hot," the slow movement between our bodies was bringing me close. "My cunt is on fire Sarah. I want to," I looked to her face as she closed her eyes, her orgasm clear but she was so quiet. Her loving body on mine brought the most intense climax I had ever felt. I didn't think clearly for an hour afterward. How had my adventure become so exquisite? I had enlisted to find the feminine world, to live as a woman. The conditions of my surgeries were no longer of import. I had lovely breasts that each day became more a part of who I was. She looked at me when she had finished. "Innocence is very important for women who want to become more feminine. You are the most innocent for you still protecting the opening between your legs Sarah. It will distract me thinking of deflowering you." My perspective was shifting. Sofia's attention and the daily joys of dressing were the original motivation for my trip. Sofia had somehow made my difficult week fulfilling. She was amazing. I rested comfortably with these thoughts. The next morning Sofia had a plan. "Your movement in these clothes must become graceful Sarah. This is today's goal. To feel as Princess Grace felt each morning. I have a DVD of her in the Hitchcock film 'Rear Window'. We watched it but the pause button was used almost every other minute as Sofia explained a details. "No Sarah, you are not a runway model," I was instructed as I walked around in the tall heels. "You need to imagine there's a string in the middle of your chest, just below your bra band. Imagine the string is pulling upwards gently without over arching your back." With this curious image in my head I practiced again, and again. "That's more presentable Sarah." Then back to the DVD and the movement study. "Notice how she tilts her head and as she turns and her dress swirls as she pulls the audience into her sensual world. Sarah I want you to feel that sexual." Sofia stood and demonstrated the turn. I watched as her dress flew about her and my eyes moved from her tall heels to her knees and up to the top of her hose'. I wasn't wearing hose'. Sofia called them tights but my legs look good in the nude pantyhose. My heels were tall but only 110mm. As Sofia paused her twirl she said, "Now for you Sarah." I tried to turn about but the shoes made me awkward and I nearly fell. My study with Betsey was of some help but Sofia was after a more natural movement. Sofia stepped to my side and dropping to her knees she released the small straps at my ankles. "Maybe in your bare feet. Try again." Again I turned, slowly at first. After the fourth attempt I was doing better. "Good that time. Now with the heels Sarah." After several more tries I'd managed a twirl that Sofia applauded. "I love how your long mane swings free as you turn Sarah." She had brushed out the braids earlier and the hair was in a loose ponytail. We practice my sitting next. "Watch how she pulls her dress about her as she mounts the bed." The image on the screen was a good instruction. Sofia said, "I just love the volume of her skirts. That dress was a tour de force, gathered and layered in chiffon and tulle." She told me one must study oneself, "Try again Sarah." Ten minutes later we sat for a break. "You need to develop an awareness of how you communicate through your movements and work on moving a tad more slowly please." After an hour of the 'exercises' as Sofia called them we stopped. My feet in the heels were sore and I was a bit upset. As we sat together I became a worried. "How do I explain these? My breasts are extraordinary but I didn't plan on this level of change Sofia. How do I live?" She came to the bed and pulled back the sheet and just stared at my body. I enjoyed her patient lovemaking but each day she would ride me, teasing me with her warm body but never allowing me inside her pussy. I would orgasm from the slow stimulus and cover her outer vulva with my spray. On this day she did something different. After I'd climaxed she moved over my face, her legs spread and she waited for the semen to drip from her vulva to my mouth. "Do you wish to love me Sarah?" I reached up and pulled her dripping pussy to my mouth. I hungrily licked her. Cleaning her body of my seed. I became so excited that I had stiffened again. "Do you wish to fuck me Sarah?" She moved upward a little to allow me to speak. "Oh god. Yes Sofia, please fuck me." I felt her shift down across my breasts and she reached around and rubbed the remaining cum about her body. Then she positioned my penis at her opening. "Let me slide onto your body Sarah." She moaned as my hard penis entered but I realized that I was entering her bottom, not her pussy. I moaned for she was moist but so tight. "That's my girl Sarah. We'll do this each day but you must allow me to move. A woman should not thrust. I want you to remain calm and still." I felt her resting on my thighs. My penis was deep inside her warm butt. I wanted to push into her. Though she wasn't heavy I couldn't move. "Now I can kiss you as I love my girl." Though I had been inside Synthia's ass once or twice this felt different. Maybe it was that Sofia's breasts rubbed mine as we moved. Maybe it was the slow pace. I was excited as the peak came on slowly. "Sarah I'm fucking you. Some day soon I will enter your body too. Come for me Sweetie. Come now!" And I did so. Perhaps she felt my orgasm rising but I ejaculated into her bottom strongly. "That my girl," she said as she moved off my limp penis. Now she shifted upward. Her thighs were at my ears as she knelt over me. "Now wait for the spunk to drip into your open mouth. My honey hole is filled with you Sarah." A moment later the first glob fell to my face hitting my nose. Sofia pushed the mess to my mouth with her finger as another glob fell to my tongue. I licked up the result of our lovemaking. Smiling she licked her fingers and said, "This is a special day Sarah. You are mine." That night as I lay ready for sleep to arrive I thought of her. Her body had made me feel wonderful and her lessons were having an affect. My mind was following the changes in my movement just as the changes in my body lead to my poise emerging. This is what I had wanted when I set out for London. She was making it happen. Sofia was making me feel like a woman. On Monday after five days I was anxious and Sofia responded, "We can play some dress up games. The time can be spent on furthering your feminine style." My calendar was off and I couldn't think which day it was. My disquiet was that my quest was uncontrolled. Yet I had come to London to find something that I needed and I wanted it to continue. Sofia was dressed and wearing a medium heeled shoe. She had selected my outfit as well. A floral print dress, it fell to just below my knees and my ivory satin heels were very tall. Today she suggested that I wear pantyhose in lieu of a pair of holdups or a suspender belt. "Remember to speak a bit slower Sarah and attempt to allow your voice intensity, with more rise and fall in your pitch. The Doctor altered your larynx but your manner of speaking must change as well." Since that was why I was in this place I became relaxed. I had elected to experience a new and different world. My judgment of the Agent was an error but it did nothing to change the level of pleasure I had dressing and acting ladylike and my breasts felt amazing. On the day after I'd broken down Sofia had initiated my lessons on how to choose an outfit. She had taught me to properly put on silky hose'. I thought I knew this detail but her advice was better and it allowed me to get the seams straight. The following day the hours were filled with makeup and dressing. Sofia felt I needed to conceal the subtle discoloration on my chest. "Let's try to cover the bruises with makeup. It's been days and the wounds are healed." Afterward with my face done she brushed and did my hair and I selected another perfect dress. An hour later I stood to see what I was now. The mirror reflected Sofia standing beside a woman. We were the same height but though she was beautiful it was me that we had spent the hour preparing. I was the woman beside her. I was this woman. "Oh my god Sofia, " She reached about my waist hugging me. "Yes Sarah. It's you. Your breasts and the hair, the dress and the heels, the jewelry in your ears, on your wrists and ankle. You are practically a woman." Each day she had further exposed my bottom to assaults and now she felt I could easily wear a plug all day in my bottom. "The opening is essential and you must be prepared." I was uncertain of this. The space between my legs was virginal and though I had come to understand my sexual bottom I didn't see the benefit. "In the next few days I will allow other toys to penetrate you. My milking you will seem nonchalant at that point Sarah." As she was now at my immediate right I reached to touch her leg. "Sofia why are you doing this? I requested that the Agent help me live a woman's life but for only twelve days. It must be longer than that. My return flight was for the twenty-sixth." She giggled. "Richart has interceded and the refund was made. The first-class seat saved you twenty-two hundred dollars Sarah." I looked to her eyes and asked intently, "Sofia what day is it?" As she smiled she offered, "Why today is your Independence Day Sarah. Now we will celebrate your new freedom!" I stood up. "How is that possible Sofia? I was to be back on the twenty-seventh. My schedule will be ruined!" I cried and stepped closer to her. "Why was I so stupid?" My high-pitched voice unnerving me. She stood and held me to calm me. "Sarah, please listen. Richart has settled all that was an issue. Please sit back down for we need to talk of the next steps in your adventure." I tried to pull away. Almost screaming I said, "This? My trip was to be complete last week Sofia!" I saw my reflection in the mirror. My face was smeared from my tears. "My dream was for a period of time, some days. I've been away nearly a month!" I had worried during the past few days whether I could still live my life with these small breasts. I knew the hair was to be removed. The breasts I now didn't think I could ever give up. I loved the pert nipples and the weight but I needed to get back home. "Sarah! I said to sit down!" She looked at me sternly. "Now young lady!" I looked about. The maid stood off at the corner. This woman, Sofia and Richart were the only contact I'd had since I awoken eight days ago. I hadn't seen the Agent or the Doctor. I looked to her and then back to Sofia and began to cry. "I am so stupid! I thought I could get a special chance." I was a bit panicked. My world was back in Pittsburgh. I was over a week late returning. Others could handle the business issues for a while but Synthia would be troubled. A month ago the time and money seemed a small measure to pay to fulfill my fantasy. Now I was trapped in London. Sofia and the maid together escorted me back to the room where our beds were and I drank some water. I was upset and quickly fell asleep. Later that night I was awoken from a dream thinking that I could quietly dress and leave this place. Yesterday I had seen that my ivory suit hung in the closet with my heels my clutch sat on the small dresser. I could hear that Sofia was breathing regularly and asleep. There was some noise in another part of the suite that had been my home for weeks. I slowly slipped off the bed and patted to the closet and then back to dress. The panties seemed to fit better. My testicles had been sewn into the small cavity of my groin. A bra now seemed second nature but I only had the flimsy underwire that once held my falsies. I button my blouse and stepped into the skirt. I realized that I'd lost several pounds since Miranda had fitted me. The heels seemed a little too big as well. I found my cellphone still inside my clutch but I didn't find my passport card or my credit card. I found the one hundred pounds still in the concealed side pouch. I would have to figure out the travel and identity paper thing once I was away from this place. I guessed it to be a little before midnight when I quietly walked across the reception room carrying my heels. I turned the lock and opened the door to the outer hall. They must have felt I would never flee for I reached the door at the street without raising an alarm. I slipped on the heels and turned the latch at the street door. I wondered how I would get to safety. Could I just walk away? In a room at the back of the Xxon suite the Agent was speaking with her counterpart. The two had been actively trying to accomplish Petra's request for several months. Attending to the negotiation had meant that the Agent had turned the microphones in my suite down for Sofia could snore loudly. The motion-sensitive cameras in the suite had malfunctioned without her notice. The screens were all dark. When I'd slipped out the street door she saw the alert that the outer door was ajar. But the dark camera view didn't show what was occurring. "Excuse me a moment Miss Petra. I want to check a detail. Just one minute please." She stood quickly with the connection on mute and moved down the hall. She entered the suite and saw the full-size bed empty. Sofia was stirring, as the lights were now brightly lit. "Where is Sarah Sofia? You've allowed her to get away!" The Agent moved quickly. "Never mind, I'm " The Agent ran to the street side room and swung open the window. The street was empty and yet she heard a faint sound. Sofia was now beside her. "I gave the maid the night off. Where is Richart?" I had somehow just left and realized my absence would be discovered and a pursuit would occur. Nearing Regents Street I decided to walk further north into Soho to elude someone possibly following me. Regents was full of late night partiers and I felt the crowd concealed me but I was dressed in an ivory suit. I stood out. I saw a head shop that was open and went inside and purchased a grey hoodie for five pounds. It was oversized and covered my suit passed my skinny bottom. It was warm but my long hair was also now concealed. "Richart Sarah has slipped away," the Agent listened to the response on the second phone. "It's of no importance. Where might she run to?" Richart said. The Agent sighed hearing his follow-up response. "Damn, the US Embassy is less than three blocks away," she listened again. "Then you get over there now Richart," pausing to listen again. "The fucking cameras failed damn it! I see no record of Sarah's leaving. I saw the street door ajar warning a minute ago." She listened intently. "No, the sound was off due to my call to Miss Petra. She can't have gone far, correct?" The Agent had left her client on the muted call. She ended the call with her partner and picked up the other call. "I apologize for the interruption Miss Petra. What was that?" She listened. "No there is no problem. The nurse just needed my assistance for a few minutes. Your ward is fine." On the other end Petra was suspicion. "Then can I see her sleeping?" The Agent knew this would be the next request. Half of the large fee for providing the American had cleared the overseas transfer branch. She had shifted the funds to her secure account only two hours before. She recalled that she's made several phone pictures of the sleeping woman known as Sarah last evening as a test. "I've sent you a cell pic via the secured link." Petra was quiet as she reviewed the image. It showed the new girl that would reinvigorate her On-Line call-girl business. The face of this one was amazing. The cheeks were still slightly bruised and she could see the girls' right breast. Having an American t-girl with normal sized breasts was perfect. Too many of the eastern girls opted for oversized implants. The complaints were numerous, 'why do they all look so un-natural' She was still anxious. "Why the nearly four minute delay for the nurse? I thought that the medications had ceased last week." The Agent had a quick answer ready. "We had to sedate Sarah this evening after she slipped while wearing a pair of high heels. The swelling is now down. It's a mild sprain only." I had decided to return to the Savoy. I had a hope that there was a chance that the night clerk would not require my credit card. I crossed Leicester Square and turned down Maiden Lane. It was quieter but there were still people about. I kept the hoodie in place until I stood across the street on the Strand from the Savoy Court. I ducked into a doorway and removed the cotton cover-up. I watched from the doorway for a few minutes. I was looking for Richart thinking that he would be the one sent for me. I had failed to understand that it wasn't Richart who had actually closed my room out two weeks ago. He'd sent his handyman instead. The man hadn't actually checked me out. He had broken into the room and simply recovered my small bag with the clothes I'd worn on the flight over. But I didn't have the key. Richart called the Agent. "I'm at the Embassy and its quiet. There's no telling if she's already been allowed passed the guard booth," The Agent interrupted. "Stupid man! Just go to the guard and ask him. Ask him, say, my girlfriend and I had a quibble and she threatened to ask for asylum." Richart considered this a silly notion. "I'll just ask him if my girlfriend has been by." The woman working the overnight at the Savoy was very helpful. She never questioned my identity since I had registered with my business credit card. The name on the Savoy register was S. Henman. Thom was my middle name; I hated Samuel so I went by Thom to my friends. They had a small charge for the lost brass key. Just after two in the morning I stepped from the shower, dried my body and fell into bed asleep. Richart returned to the Xxon building near sunrise without news of my whereabouts. "They wouldn't tell me anything. I'll bet she was there and we may have the Police at the door mid-morning. I suggest we clear out of the Salon now." The Agent wasn't happy with that scenario but saw no alternative. "I'll wipe the hard-drive of the images." Richart stopped her. "I'll just pack it and we'll take it with us. There is too much to erase." I awoke early and considered my situation. The five hours of rest was helpful. I decided to make contact with the Embassy. I would have to wear the ivory suit. The Savoy maid had just picked it up and said she would return with it in two hours. I had no other clothes. The bath rope and slippers meant I wasn't going anywhere until after ten. Then I realized I didn't have even a lipstick. I called the front desk and told the woman I had ruined my kit. "It melted in the stored baggage. Yes, I'm in room, four-oh-two. Yes some supplies from your Salon would be a start. Thank you Miss." While I waited I had the staff bring me the papers and some fresh coffee. I considered how to contact Syn. It had been twenty-seven days since I'd sent my last text and the cellphone was dead. I didn't have the charger. It had been removed when the man had cleared the room weeks earlier. Another call and the bellman knocked. He handed me a multi-current charger. "Too many guests seemed to get separated from theirs Miss." The charge would take at least a few hours so I considered a trip for a different outfit. I recalled that there was a Topshop just down the street. Having dressed in the cleaned suit and my face reasonably made up I was ready. The few pound notes remaining might be enough. An hour later I was dressed in the new flats and black jeans I had bought. I wore a wide brim hat. The salesgirl had helped me get my very long hair up into the hat. It was raffia with some subtle stripes. The white blouse and fitted jeans were more comfortable than the suit. I didn't want to be without my cell so I returned to the Savoy with my suit in a white TopShop plastic bag. I looked about before crossing the Savoy Court but didn't see anything of interest and slipped into the Lobby and rode the elevator to my suite. The phone was ready and I dialed Synthia. "Yes dear, I am safe but, well. It's hard to explain Syn." She immediately interrupted. "You don't sound the same! Thom, what's happened over the last weeks?" How could I tell her that I didn't look nor feel like Thom. I had breasts, my face and body were feminine and I was almost skinny. "Oh Syn they've changed me. My voice, my body, I'm changed," I began to weep. "Syn I was so stupid to trust that I could control such a thing. I'm in trouble honey." Five minutes later she was aware of the surgical work and she stopped me. "Thom, try to calm yourself dear. We'll figure this out, somehow." She was so rational and un-judgmental. "You clearly don't look like a male from Pittsburgh. A few light bruises but those are small." I had sent her a text picture. She suggested, "I will call the US Embassy or Consulate. I have your Passport. Do you have the ID card?" I told her I had nothing. "A few more pounds is all." "Alright we'll do the best. Maybe this will workout easier than we think. Excuse me Thom, I have my bank on the other line." There was a pause. "They can forward only five hundred dollars cash to the Savoy via PaysPal. Hold a minute Thom. The clerk is back on the line." A few moments later she picked up again. "The sum will be there in less than fifteen minutes so you can pack and get out now. The money will be waiting at the Desk. I want you to get out of the Savoy immediately. They may be looking for you Thom, I mean, Sarah, get moving please." She took this news and the incident better than I'd expected. I grabbed my cell and the charger and headed to the Desk. As I passed the firestair I decided to use it rather than the elevator. I had eluded Richart though I didn't know it when I'd returned from the Topshop. He had been waiting on the opposite side of the Strand. He was speaking with the Agent on his cellphone as I had walked back from the store. My disguise had worked. Nevertheless I hadn't seen him. He hadn't known that my room had been still booked. My credit card had been charged every four days since I'd left more than three weeks ago. The Savoy Hotel room was being paid for and therefore I had no trouble with obtaining access. It was just after Noon and Richart had bribed a bellman and was in the elevator to come to my Suite. I had avoided him by a few minutes and somehow I had collected the funds from the Desk Clerk. "There is no signature required Miss Henman. We are simply handing over the package per the instructions." The envelope said: for Miss Sarah Henman. A few minutes later I was headed to the Embassy in a taxi. As I rode through the London streets I considered how crazy I had been. I'd wanted to experience a feminine world for a short time. My curiosity about gender was initiated by Synthia's sexuality. Syn had agreed to a separation to allow me to determine whether my life would be changed by the experience. Our relationship had been quite eccentric. She had maintained a close sexual relationship with her college roommate. The woman's name was Betsey. One evening in late winter I had come home to find the two in bed. The floor was covered with their clothes. Seeing the nakedness of the two gorgeous women caused me to become nervous. I could barely speak. "Thom, are you interested in watching us make love?" Betsey had asked quietly. I began to pick up the strewn about garments, picking up a pair of panties after the lovely dress. "Ah, Betsey these must be " I pulled the damp panty to my nose. "Yes these are yours." The two giggled as Betsey shifted off of the bed and came beside me. She took her undergarment and the dress. "Yes you have a good nose for pussy. Give me my clothes before you run off and put them on." I had considered dressing in my sister's dress and underwear when I was in high school but I'd resisted the impulse. Now with her smiling and Syn giggling I reached for the other items and picked up Betsey bra and heels, a pair of pantyhose and ran off into the other room. I heard Betsey climb back into bed as I stood contemplating my actions. I then hear the sound of them kissing. I didn't feel left out but instead decided to remove my office suit. Standing naked I considered the garments on the chair. I had watched Syn dress many times but the hose seemed to draw me. I put the clothes on the floor and grabbed the translucent garment. The tight band made me work to get my developed legs into the narrow spun legs but something happened as my toes reached the end and I arranged the material about my hairy legs. I noticed the smoothness and also the affect of the slightly opaque material. The garment disguised the hair. I reached for the bra next. The straps were not like those I'd seen Syn wear. I turned sharply to hear Syn moaning. I saw the shadow of Betsey's head between my girlfriend's thighs. Refocusing on the thin lace bra I realized that the front clasp was the difference and after a moment found myself clicking it into place. Next I slipped the short heels on. Betsey's size was actually a bit larger than my own. The two were still making noise when I stepped into the adjacent bath and saw Syn lipstick and perfume. I didn't pause to think as I sprayed some onto my wrists and then applied the pink color to my lips. My hair I tousled a bit as I looked in the mirror. I saw their reflection in the bath mirror; the naked breasts of Syn now atop of Betsey. I was drawn into the bedroom. Their scent filled my nose. Syn saw me first and just smiled. A moment later Betsey turned her head and reaching out her hand invited me into their bed. An hour later we rested against the headboard. "She looks passable Syn, except for the hair; too short for a girl. When Thom is dressed she is a good lover." I had licked both of their pussies and my face was coated with their love. Betsey rolled to me and slipped her finger along my bottom. "You know Thom I was surprised you enjoyed my lightly tonguing your bottom. Many men would have pushed me off." I considered her and said, "I'm new to the lovemaking of women therefore I went along." Her finger stopped at the edge of my rim. "I want you to realize that Syn and I fuck each other. Sometimes I ask her to do my butt." The idea of the two of them having sex without me wasn't a bother but anal sex seemed so foreign to me. My girlfriend and I had a very good sex life and our intimacy extended to our day-to-day world. Betsey had become close to me over the past year. She had moved from Paris where she completed her graduate degree in linguistics. I was surprised that I was sensing her slow play at my ass. It was so new I closed my eyes for a moment as Syn moved to kiss me. The penetration was subtle but Betsey saw my penis rise and moved to fellate me as Syn continued the kiss. A moment later I ejaculated but Betsey moved away at the right moment and my semen oozed onto my stomach. Betsey had helped Syn understand and she supported my simple gender experiments. Without her support I wouldn't be in London. - - - - - - - - - - The details of my summer exploration I had not shared with Synthia. Now of course she knew everything. I was almost a female. One of her question was well considered. "They said that they left you intact because?" The idea that the Doctor had gone to the trouble seemed incorrect. Syn felt I was in a seriously dangerous position. "They had a more devious plan Sarah. Take everything you have and get away from the Savoy right now." Synthia search for the Agents' website showed that it was off-line. I'd been drawn into trusting an Agent from the Internet. Syn had been trying to reach me since the twenty-ninth when I was three days overdue. During the days before I'd got the cellphone back she had contacted my credit card company. After four days of asking for help the chief security manager had agreed to confirm that the last charge was for the Savoy suite just yesterday. The manager had the card cancelled since there was no signed receipt for the previous three charges. My cell beeped quietly. It was a text from Syn, 'I'm flying tonight; hotel on Leicester Square, the Radisson They will give you a key for tonight' At the Embassy it took a few calls to get passed the gate. They had a Guard escort me to a third floor office. This Corporal Derrick had a smile on his face as we moved through the maze of desks and cubicles. I blushed when he said, "It's not often we get an assignment to protect a pretty guest Miss." Within a few hours a temporary Visa was prepared which would serve as my temporary credentials. The woman who actually did the paperwork told me that she had heard of several unconfirmed cases similar to mine. "There was a woman from Mexico a few months back. There were no leads to work. Are you certain the Xxon Salon was on Grosvenor Hill?" "I was near the Gagosian." She was making notes. Then I recalled the name of the reviewer. "Tiggs, Julie Tiggs." I failed to mention Miranda though. After several hours a clerk arrived with a new identity card. "Your new paperwork shows you as just S. Henman. Thom is still noted in the computer though. We would suggest that you limit your travels for a few days Miss Henman. Try to stay inside. We cannot assure your safety." It was late afternoon when the Embassy driver pulled up to the Radisson. I entered the Hotel and got settled for the night. I tried to sleep but considered how close I'd come to some tragic end. The Agent had been interested in me surely but exactly how I couldn't guess. I was tired and still a little sore. Thinking of what plans they might have had caused me to cry. I was entangled with a criminal group. I wished I had just been a little less capable of taking this journey. The funds were near irrelevant and therefore I had suspended my good judgment. Now I was a new girl. I touched my nipples lightly and my penis stirred. I had reviewed and visited many transgender sites before embarking on the plan to come to London. None had met my goal. The dressing sites were numerous but seemed less than fulfilling. The Agent had promised a 'complete feminine existence'. The suggestion was that a minimum of seven days and no more than three weeks be allowed. I had been so intrigued I missed the evidence that I would be giving up some of my freedom. This wasn't the only website that prepared and placed individuals. There were D&S dungeons that offered similar experiences but those weren't my fantasy. I hadn't truly been fooled or trick. I'd just acted imprudently. Now I had a new body and quite a story to tell. Again I was up early. The dawn hadn't come. After thirty minutes I d