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Maid for the Job Chapter Twelve Unwrapping the delicate lingerie from its wrapping paper, I marvelled at the tantalizing fabric. Before I put anything on, I liberally dusted myself with body shimmer powder the stepped into the beautiful panties. They fit perfectly even though there was a slight stirring from my thingy with the pleasure of wearing them. Slipping my arms into the shoulder straps of the bra, I clasped it behind my back and settled my breasts into the cups comfortably. Picking up the matching suspender belt, I clasped it around my waist before slipping the straps through my panties. I then sat down at the edge of the bed and slowly and carefully drew the stockings up my legs and clipped them on to the suspenders. I stood, marvelling at myself in the mirror. Everything, apart from the slight bulge in my panties, screamed feminine. My highlighted and flowing locks, my pierced ears, my obviously budding breasts, the beautiful lingerie and the painted nails. Nothing could mistake the fact that I looked like a girl. As I stood there, I made my decision, and reaching out I picked up the ivory satin dress. I was going to go out in a blaze of feminine glory. Stepping into the dress, I eased it up my body, luxuriating in the delicate swishing as it brushed past my nylon clad legs. Slipping my arms through the sleeves, I reached round and zipped up the back, from just above my panties to between my shoulder blades. Stepping into the shoes, I glanced in the mirror. No, the slight bulge in my panties was hidden, there was no indication that I was really or ever had been a boy. I couldn't help but smile. What a change in such a short time! Sitting as the dressing table, I applied some subtle make up, and, once satisfied with the result, braced myself and headed downstairs. =#= Clearly guests had started to arrive, and I was worried that I had made the wrong choice and that my boss would need me to work. However, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, she was standing there and smiled at me. Coming over to me she grabbed my hands. "Oh my dear, you look absolutely perfect. I am so glad you decided to wear the dress. It really suits you. Now there is someone I need you to meet," and with that she pulled me towards the study. As I entered the study, I almost screamed with shock for there, sitting by the desk, were my parents, both of them! I could see my mother restraining herself from rushing over to me, but clearly my father had no idea who I was. Closing the study door behind her, my boss came over and broke the ice. "Good evening Mr and Mrs Broyd. I am so glad you could join us for this party tonight. I trust the staff furnished you with drinks." Both parents smiled and nodded, rattling their ice filled glasses by way of affirmation before my boss continued. "In many ways, you are guests of honour tonight." My parents, my father in particular, looked a little confused, but my boss continued. "Allow me to introduce Stephanie," she continued, indicating me, forcing me to meet my parents' gazes. "You have met her here before when you came to my last cocktail party, although she was wearing the maids outfit. Tonight, she too is a guest of honour." Now I looked quizzical as well as my parents. "You see, Stephanie here has made a very important decision today, one which I think you need to be aware of." At this point, my father spoke up. "This is all very interesting and I am sure Stephanie will be successful whatever decision she has made, but I am not sure this has anything to do with us," he exclaimed. "Oh it has everything to do with you, Mr Broyd," my boss responded, "you see Stephanie is, or was, your son Simon!" As the bombshell dropped I gasped, my mother squeaked and my father just looked at me shocked. Putting his glass down on the desk, he stood up and walked over to me. Looking me in the eye he asked me. "Is this true?" I tried to avoid his gaze, looking for help from my boss or my mother. There was none. "Yes," I responded meekly. "How? Why?" he asked, looking confused. "Why don't you sit back down Mr Broyd? Here, Stephanie, take this chair and sit next to your father. I think you need to spend some time together. I will give you three some time alone," she finished before leaving us to it. =#= After she left, we sat there in silence for a moment. "Well then ... Simon, are you going to tell us how and why this happened?" my father asked. Slowly I started to speak describing the process that had brought me to this point after these few short weeks. Obviously I left out all of the sexual activity and I left out my mother's involvement as I didn't think my father would be happy that she had kept this secret from him. I also left out the medication as I felt he might blow his top. As I continued talking, I relaxed, but I could see a range of emotions in my father's face, anger, confusion, disappointment. All I could see in my mother's face was joy. As I was nearing the end of my talk, the door opened and my boss walked back in. "How are we getting on?" "I've heard enough," my father said. "What gives you the right to do what you have done to my son?" "I am sorry you feel that way, Mr Broyd," she responded as my mother placed a placating hand on my father's arm, "but what have I done? I have taken your son into my house, fed, clothed and paid him for the work he has done for me. I have enabled him to continue in education, learning some important life skills and ensured his protection. Any changes you see are reversible and non-permanent. He, or rather she, I think that is more fitting, has had the opportunity to get out of this situation several times, but has chosen not to. However now, she has made a choice." "What do mean she has made a choice?" my father asked. I was eager to hear the answer as well. "Well, after helping set up for tonight's party, Stephanie went for a bath and I laid out two possible outfits for her to wear tonight. The first was a maid's dress similar to the one she was wearing last time you saw her, the second outfit is the one you see her in. You see, I wanted to give her the choice this weekend to either end this situation and revert to whatever life Simon was living before, or to continue in my employ as Stephanie. She has clearly made her choice." "How has she made her choice," my father asked, with both my mother and myself looking confused as well. "Well," my boss explained, "had Stephanie come down stairs wearing the staff uniform, I would have realised that she only saw this as a job, that I know she did reluctantly at times, and that she was taking the opportunity to work one last event and leave tomorrow. However, Stephanie has clearly chosen to embrace femininity and looks radiant in the beautiful dress she is wearing, no doubt with some equally beautiful lingerie underneath," she finished, smiling and winking at me. I blushed! She had called my bluff. I had got it wrong. By 'going out in a blaze of feminine glory' I had walked straight into her plan. She wanted me to stay as a woman. "Is this true?" my father asked, looking straight at me. I could only open and shut my mouth. "Only today at the salon did Stephanie get her hair done and ears pierced specially for tonight, and you must agree that she does look stunning," my boss added, 'helpfully'. "Is this true?" my father asked again, "Is this what you want?" I felt the choice had been made for me, that there was no way out. "If you are happy for this change to occur, Mr Broyd, and I know Mrs Broyd is as we have spoken about it, in fact I think she has even come prepared, we need to make an agreement." "What does she mean you knew about it?" my father said, turning towards my mother. My mother explained her part in the story before my father turned to me. "Why didn't you tell me your mother was involved?" he asked. "I didn't want you to get upset with her," I answered, thankful for an easy question. "And what does she mean about you coming prepared?" my father asked, again aiming the question at my mother. "In case Stephanie had made this decision, I brought these with me," my mother said, reaching into her handbag and bringing out an old red velvet box. "Stephanie," she continued, turning to me, "my grandmother gave me these to give to my daughter. I have never had one until now. Open up the box and see." I opened the box as she handed it to me, and inside were a pair of pearl drop earrings and a matching necklace. "Do try them on," she insisted, and coming over to me, picked up the necklace and placed it around my neck, not giving me the chance to say no. Without thinking about what I was doing, other than hoping to see the look of joy on my mother's face, I removed the gold studs from the salon and placed the drop earrings into my ears. My mother clapped her hands with joy and tears of happiness filled her eyes. "Oh, grandma would be so happy," she exclaimed. Then my father asked me a question which, at that moment, there was only one possible answer to. "Are you happy?" "Yes," I responded, I was happy, happy that I had made my mother so happy. "Well in that case, and I must say somewhat reluctantly, I am happy for this to happen. You are happy, your mother is over the moon and I dare say I will get used to having a glamorous daughter rather than a somewhat feckless son," and turning towards my boss, "I just don't want to see him, I mean her, paraded around like those sissies out there. What agreement do you suggest?" As my father said this, I wanted to protest; I hadn't actually agreed to this, but what did he mean about the 'sissies out there'? "The agreement is simple, that you are happy for me to continue educating Stephanie in the ways of the female world, with help from her mother of course," she said smiling at my mother, "and her girlfriend, who no doubt you will meet shortly as I know she is outside eagerly waiting the outcome of this meeting." I saw my father raise his eyebrow at 'girlfriend' but I guess he thought it better than 'boyfriend'. "I will ensure that she is trained with employable skills should she wish to cease working for me. I will keep her safe and will allow her, at any time, to leave this life I have created for her and return her to your care." "What is my side of the agreement?" my father asked cautiously. "Simply that you agree to Simon becoming Stephanie officially, she will need her own bank cards, driving licence, etc..., and that you will support her as a loving father. All I need you to do is sign this agreement document and I will do all the other paperwork regarding change of identity," my boss finished handing my father the document and a pen. After giving the document a cursory glance, and before I could protest, my father signed the document and gave it back to her. "Well, Stephanie," he said, coming over to me, "this really is not what I expected when I came out tonight, but it is true, you do look stunning." I blushed slightly before he continued, and as this decision is making so many people so happy, I see no reason not to condone it. You are still my child and I still love you," and holding my shoulders, he gave me a kiss on both cheeks. "Now, let's meet this girlfriend of yours," he finished taking me by the hand and leading me towards the door my boss had opened. And with that, my life changed. Without me actually agreeing to it, the decision had been made. =#= As we walked out of the door, Fran?oise ran up to me and gave me a huge hug and kiss, effusive in her joy and compliments. As I introduced her to my parents I noticed the 'sissies' my father had referred to, it was the boys from Aunt Mary's being thoroughly embarrassed in their page boy style outfits. All the guests there were people involved in my transformation, and everyone was happy for me, giving me kisses, hugs, pats on the back and compliments. I was lead into a room with balloons and a banner saying 'Congratulations!' There were even gifts for me. At that point I was happy, and I thoroughly enjoyed the evening. As I said goodbye to my parents, holding Fran?oise's hand, I was happy. I could see my mother was too and my father, well he was coming round to the idea. As we undressed, Fran?oise was so delighted to see me in my new underwear, however, by the time we were both in nightdresses and in bed, we were so tired we fell asleep immediately, embracing each other in a silky, feminine heaven. =#= I woke up before Fran?oise, and as I lay there gazing at her beautiful, sleeping form, realisation dawned that what had happened last night was not a dream. After a month of enforced, although perhaps not fought against, feminisation, my mother and father had accepted that I was now to be treated as their daughter Stephanie, rather than their son Simon, and, with very little complaint, they had agreed to it. Although it was a Sunday morning and theoretically my boss would not have been able to make all the changes she had said she would, I was quite sure there would be no way out, and that before the end of the coming week I would be presented with a bank account and driving licence in my new name and that I would, as far as the outside world was concerned, be a woman. My thinking time was cut short as I heard Fran?oise stir and she rolled over towards me. Opening her eyes, she looked at me and smiled. "Good morning, my darling. How are you?" Rather than get into a conversation and perhaps conflict, I did what seemed naturally right and leant forward and kissed her. As I pulled back, her smile grew even wider. "Now I'm sure we have some unfinished business from last night," she said grinning, and then reaching up to me, she embraced me and engulfed me with kisses. Whether or not I was meant to be getting up and preparing everyone's breakfast was something I did not even consider, I just let myself go in the moment. =#= Sometime later, there was a knock at the door. I have no idea how long the knocking had been going on for, but Fran?oise and I sat up in bed pulling the duvet up to cover our modesty. "Yes," I said hesitantly, expecting to be chastised for not serving breakfast. "Only me," said my boss as she opened the door and came in bearing a tray of breakfast. Smiling, she walked over and placed the tray on my dressing table. "How are my girls this morning?" she asked. Looking at each other, we giggled in response. "Well, enjoy today," she continued. "Mr Smith and I are dining at the club today so you have the day to yourselves, unless of course you want to take up the offer I have just had for you." "What's that?" I asked, confused. "Well, your parents have just called to invite the two of you to lunch. I think they might want to get to know the new you and Fran?oise. Whatever you decide, have a good day, its back to school tomorrow," and with that she left the room. =#= Fran?oise and I decided to take up my parents' offer and as soon as I had had some breakfast and a shower, I called them to accept while Fran?oise was having her shower. I dressed in my cream lacy lingerie set with an ivory satin slip over the top, and chose to wear the same flowery dress I had been wearing the first time I went shopping with my mother. Putting on the pearl necklace my mother had given me and the gold watch my boss had given me on my arrival, I carefully applied discrete make up while I waited for Fran?oise to finish getting dressed. =#= Going out for a drive together as two attractive young ladies was quite delightful, but as we got closer to my parents' house, I became increasingly apprehensive. Fran?oise tried to placate me and we even stopped to buy a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers hoping to ease the moment of arrival. I needn't have worried. My mother greeted the two of us with open arms, my father with a very polite kiss on the cheek. While the first few minutes were quite stilted, with my father and I being particularly quiet, Fran?oise's non-stop chatter and pleasant manner with my mother eased things and quite soon they were firm friends. I believe that, for my parents, knowing I was safe with Fran?oise made things seem slightly less difficult. Only twice did my father accidently call me 'Simon' and both times he apologised profusely. Rather than the tirade of questions and accusations I had been expecting, he was polite and fundamentally pleased that I seemed happy. My mother had clearly worked on him. I later wondered why I hadn't pressed home the point that I had not agreed to all of this the night before, but I guess I simply didn't want to rock the boat. Fran?oise and I left with much warmer wishes from my father than I could have expected, and headed for her parents. We had decided to spend the evening and night with them before going to school together the following day. Going to Fran?oise's parents seemed strangely normal as we had been there before and they only knew me at Stephanie so the events of the previous day would have come as quite a shock to them if they had known. After a few too many glasses of wine, Fran?oise and I staggered up to bed and stripped to our underwear, giggling inanely. We tried to pounce on each other but a mixture of alcohol and emotional fatigue meant we crashed out before we got too engaged! During the night I woke up in discomfort, and as I quietly went to the ensuite bathroom to go to the toilet, I made a mental note not to go to bed in an under-wired bra and suspender belt in future. Taking them off, I quietly picked out a nightdress from my overnight bag, put it on and slipped back in to bed, falling asleep almost immediately. The same thing must have happened to Fran?oise during the night as when I woke up in the morning, she too had changed into a nightdress. =#= The majority of the school day was taken up with working on our Christmas collection, developing designs for products we might be choosing to make. I really enjoyed this and immersed myself fully in the exercise, completely forgetting the situation. It was only the occasional slip of the strap of the black satin bra I was wearing that needed correction or tweak of the matching suspender belt underneath my charcoal pinafore dress that reminded me how used I am become to how I was dressed. The satin of my white blouse and the liner of my dress warmed to my body, and the two and a half-inch heels on my shoes were comfortable and easy to walk in. All seemed normal. It was a surprise, therefore, when Angela came and called me for my weekly meeting in the treatment room with Aunt Mary. Stripping off to my underwear as normal, Aunt Mary was pleased to see that I was wearing the bra she had leant me, and that I was wearing matching panties. "You really have grown into a mature young lady," she said. "I am so pleased you made the decision you did on Saturday. It would be a pity to stop everything that has been started so soon. Now, let's see if there have been anymore developments this week." Slipping off the bra I turned to face her so she could investigate. "Have you been taking any of the pills this week?" she asked. "Yes," I responded, but the delay in my response made her realise I wasn't telling her the whole story. When pressed I said that I had continued to take the pills hoping that they would have a positive impact, but only until I had learned the truth of what the pills were on Friday night my Mrs Smith had revealed all. "Ah," she exclaimed, clearly unaware of the reveal, or at least giving me the impression that she was unaware. "Well they were having a positive impact, but not in the way you were hoping. Despite stopping on Friday, there has been some continued growth. After our conversation last week, I have spoken to Martha and you will be pleased that we have arranged for you to go to a clinic to get your breasts seen to." "Oh," was all I could say, not sure I was happy or not about the news. "When is this?" "You are booked in for tomorrow. I have explained the situation thoroughly so the clinic is aware of what the situation is. They think you will be in for at least two, if not three nights. Martha knows all about the arrangements and is even taking time off tomorrow to take you in." "Right," I responded hesitantly, still not sure of what was happening. "Well, you better get dressed and go and tell Fran?oise this news. She will be keen to know I am sure." Getting dressed again, I headed downstairs and snuck into the back of the lesson. I had to wait to the end of the day and we were heading home to tell Fran?oise my news and she was surprised. "What are they going to do?" she asked. "I don't know, check why my body has reacted the way it has I guess." "But they know, don't they. I thought they were breast growth hormones they were administering." "Well yes they were," I responded unsurely, "but maybe they have reacted in some unusual way. Anyway, I am going in tomorrow and won't be out until at least Thursday." "Where is it?" "I'm not sure, but if you ask my boss when you drop me home I am sure she will tell you." =#= On returning home Fran?oise and I were met at the door by my boss. "So I gather you have heard the news from Mary," she started and, when Fran?oise and I nodded in response, continued with, "I think it might be a good idea if you go and pack some clothes Stephanie. I have left a luggage bag on your bed. I suggest you pack for three nights just in case you need to be kept in." I made my way to the door, expecting Fran?oise to follow me. When I turned round and raised a questioning eyebrow towards her, Mrs Smith said, "I need to have a little chat with Fran?oise after all the recent developments. I am sure you don't need her help packing do you?" "No," I responded, slightly disappointed that she wouldn't be with me, and turning on my heel I closed the door behind me and headed upstairs. I had no idea what I might need while I was in hospital so I packed what I felt was more than enough. I packed both pairs of pyjamas, preferring them to nightdresses as I felt my secret may be less likely to be exposed although I guess someone at the hospital knew the truth. I packed enough pairs of cotton panties for the time and decided to take the two bras Aunt Mary had leant me as the only other bra I had that fitted now was the beautiful ivory one Fran?oise had bought me and I didn't want to risk losing that in hospital. I decided to take my loafers and pumps thinking that a hospital was not the place to be prancing around in high heels, and decided on four outfits, my burgundy trousers with white cotton blouse, jeans with checked shirt, pink dress with leggings and denim skirt which I felt could also be twinned with the leggings or tights and either blouse or shirt if necessary. After adding a couple of cardigans I was ready to go and headed back downstairs. Expecting to see Fran?oise, I was disappointed when my boss told me she had had to go. I felt it was strange for her to leave without me saying good bye to her but my boss told me she had apologised and sent her my best wishes. "All packed and ready to go?" she asked. "Yes," I responded a little unsettled now. "Well, seeing as you are going to be in hospital for the next few days, why don't you take this opportunity to spend some time in the gym. I am sure you won't be getting any exercise when you're in your hospital bed. I will prepare some dinner for us for when you are done." With nothing else to think about I decided her suggestion wasn't a bad one, and heading back to my room, I took off my school outfit and slipped into my swimdress, putting a pair of towelling hotpants and a t-shirt over the top. Stepping into my ankle socks and trainers, I headed off to the swimming pool and gym. Stepping onto the treadmill I slowly turned up the speed and was running, and I just kept on running, trying to work out what was happening to me and where my life was going. As far as all the people I cared about, my mum, dad and Fran?oise, were concerned, my life was heading into femininity. Although I had tried to fight the progress, they were right, I hadn't tried very hard. Was I accepting it after all? Was this what I wanted for my life? Did I have a choice? After several minutes pounding on the treadmill I was exhausted and dripping so I slowed the speed to a walk and eased myself off the machine. Stripping off my t-shirt and shorts, I caught a glimpse of myself reflected in the windows. All I could see was a woman, quite an attractive woman, but a woman who looked a little sad, like she was questioning something. Wasn't that right! I slipped into the water for a few lengths before ending my session with some time in the Jacuzzi. When I got back to the house, a strange sight befell me; my boss greeted me at the door wearing a French Maids outfit similar to the ones I had. "Good evening, Miss Stephanie," she said curtseying with a wink of the eye. "Once you are ready for dinner, please come down to the kitchen. As I went upstairs to get changed, I had a mischievous thought. Once I got out of the shower, I applied some make up while my hair dried, then started to get dressed. I was going to surprise her. I slipped on my black maids panties and then fitted the corset around my waist. I had to pack out the cups with the fillets as my breasts were too small, but when I sat on the edge of the bed to get into my stockings, I thought they looked okay. Stepping into the full maids dress, I decided on the 4" heeled boots. Before I headed downstairs, I stopped by her room to pick something up. =#= "Well, Miss Stephanie, this is unexpected," was her response when I walked in. "You didn't have to, I was planning on serving you tonight." "Oh I am sure you will," I responded, beginning to feel that the confidence that had brought me to this point was fading. "Well, why are you dressed like a maid like me," she asked. "I thought it would be nice if we matched," I responded, "and it is the only dress I have that will allow me to conceal this easily," I finished, lifting up the front of the dress to display the strap-on dildo I had grabbed from her room. Her eyes and mouth went wide, and then she smiled cutely. "Where would you like me," she asked, her eyes glinting. "In the conservatory, I think," I responded after a moments' hesitation, revisiting the place she had first used the same item on me. She skipped in and as I followed, she wriggled her panties down her shapely legs and bent over the back of the chair. "Something like this," she asked. "Perfect," I said as I eased the dildo into her. She was clearly in the mood for it, and it did not take long to bring her to a climax. As she recovered I removed the strap-on and let it fall to the floor. Hearing the sound, she turned room. "Perhaps Miss Stephanie would like me to serve her now," she said smiling and dropping to her knees in front of me. She slid her hands underneath the skirt of my dress and carefully eased the panties down over my now engorged member. Clearly I was aroused as well because it didn't take her long once she had engulfed my thingy in her mouth to bring me to completion. This time, unusually, she just knelt there and swallowed everything I had. After a while she stood up smiling. "Well look at the two of us. What a state we're in. Perhaps we should get dressed for dinner," she said. Getting dressed for dinner apparently meant putting our panties back on. I followed her through to the kitchen where we sat and ate the dinner she had prepared. It was an incongruous sight, particularly after what had just happened, but she encouraged me to eat my fill as 'you know what hospital food is like'. After dinner, she sent me on my way to bed to make sure I had a good night's sleep while she tidied up. I appreciated the gesture, but it didn't make sleeping any easier. What was my trip to the hospital going to be like? =#= Waking early, I got ready for my trip to the hospital and carried my bag downstairs. My boss was already in the kitchen having her breakfast which was a relief as I realised I wasn't dressed to serve her in her room. "Oh, you are eager," she said, noticing I wasn't wearing uniform. "Why don't you have some breakfast while I go and dressed," she finished, swishing out of the kitchen in her beautiful deep red negligee and nightdress. 'Do I look as glamorous as that?' I caught myself thinking. I couldn't eat anything as I was too apprehensive so I just made myself a strong coffee. =#= When we arrived at the hospital I was greeted as Stephanie and shown to my private room. I had to sign a stack of forms although I wasn't given the opportunity to read them all fully and then I was called through for an investigation. Slipping off my cardigan, blouse and bra, I stood in front of the doctor as he examined my breasts and chest area. He asked me a few questions, most of which my boss, who was still with me, answered for me, until eventually he seemed satisfied. "Well, Stephanie, everything seems to be in order. You are booked in for the full procedure this afternoon." "What procedure?" I asked, concerned about the use of the word. "Oh, it's nothing to worry about," he responded. "It is quite standard; however you will be put under general anaesthetic tomorrow so you don't feel any pain." "Pain, what pain?" I asked, the concern rising. "Well surely you don't think we can get inside the breast area without making an incision?! It will be small, but it will still cause pain hence the need for anaesthetic." I turned towards my boss with a questioning look. "Don't worry, my dear," she said patting my hand, "It is a procedure that many people have undertaken before; it is quite routine for the surgeons, although clearly not for you. There really is nothing to worry about." I felt slightly calmer after that. Clearly the procedure meant investigating my breast growth and doing something about it. I had heard of boob jobs in the press and knew they were relatively low stress procedures. Sensing that I was calmer, the doctor continued. "If you head back to your room, you will be called through for your procedure. You will need to be wearing the robe you will find in your room. I am afraid, however, that Mrs Smith cannot join you so you will have to say farewell. See you after lunch, Stephanie. Remember that as you are having a general anaesthetic, I am afraid you will not be able to eat anything. Drink as much as you want though." I didn't feel in the mood to eat, so this suited me fine. I headed back to my room with Mrs Smith who checked that I had everything before saying her farewells. After she had gone, I stripped down to my white cotton panties and put on the robe as I had been told. Then I sat and waited. When they came for me I lay down on the trolley bed noticing my painted toe nails poking out from the bottom of the blanket they had hastily thrown over me. The hint of glamour in the otherwise unglamorous setting brought a smile to my face. In the operating room, all the personnel were very friendly towards me, checking that I was okay until eventually it came time for me to go under. As the anaesthetist placed the mask over my mouth and I breathed deeply, the world around me began to fade, and then I was gone. =#= I have no idea how long I was under or how long the operation took, but when I woke I was back in my room and my body hurt around the chest and waist and my face tingled. I tried to sit up in the bed, but found that uncomfortable and just lay there wondering what had happened. I suddenly had a scary thought and groped underneath the blanket to my groin. Placing my hand over the front of my panties, I was relieved to feel that I still had my thingy although under the robe my body was covered in bandages. Thankfully that wasn't part of the procedure! Some time later a nurse came in to check on me and was friendly and full of chit chat. Apparently everything had gone to plan, the bandages would come off in a couple of days and I was sure to be pleased with the result. All I had to do not was to recover and to start with I was given soup to drink out of a straw. For the next couple of days I was allowed to get up and move around my one room, but no further, all food was brought to me, soup first and the later some easy to eat solid food. The one thing I could not do was see myself. There were no mirrors in the room, no staff would give me one and I had no idea of how I looked. I just had to sit and wait. =#= When I woke up on the Friday morning with breakfast, I was told that, all being well, I would be out at around midday. Apparently my friends had been informed and would be here to collect me once the doctor was happy to let me go. As I sat and waited I was pleased that although my chest still ached, all other pain from my body and face had gone. A short while later a beautician came in. Apparently as part of the procedure, to make sure I looked just right for going home, I could have a manicure, pedicure and get my hair done. Even though I had only had this done the previous weekend, I let her get to work wondering whether she knew she was performing her art on a boy who had just come to get his breasts removed. I figured I needed to maintain the pretence of being a girl as that was what I was signed in as. Once she left I sat there watching day time television waiting for the doctor to release me and someone to pick me up. Just before midday, the door opened and I was overjoyed to see it was Fran?oise. She bounded over to me and went to hug me but stopped short, seeing the bandages around my chest. "Oh dear, are you okay?" "I don't know," I responded, "I will find out when the doctor gets here. What's that you got?" I asked, looking at a small parcel she was carrying. "Something for you, in a moment," she answered. "I am so sorry to rush off without saying goodbye like I did the other day. I got a phone call from home and had to dash immediately." "Nothing bad," I asked, relieved that my boss had been telling the truth. "Not really," she responded sheepishly, "I was so focused on you that I forgot I was due to be going out with my parents." "Oops," I said, smiling, "I hope you got there on time." "Just," she said, and as she did so, the doctor walked in. "Good afternoon, Stephanie. How are you feeling today?" "Fine, thank you," I responded, "Just a little tight around the chest." "Well, we'll soon sort that out," he answered and, asking me to sit up in the bed, he started to unwind the bandages. Slowly and carefully he unwound them. As he did so, the tightness around the chest reduced, but there was another sensation that started growing. "Carefully," he said as he reached the end of the bandage, "This might hurt a little," and as he removed the last piece of bandage, there was a sharp stab of pain as I lent forward. "Well, well. That has turned out remarkably well. I do hope you are impressed," he said. Looking down I was impressed, and shocked. I had come in to this hospital expecting my 'procedure' to be a breast removal and to have to revert to wearing fake breasts. Clearly my boss had had different ideas because where I had expected to see a flat chest, my small A cup breasts had grown. "As requested," the doctor continued proudly, "You have a lovely pair of C cup breasts and we have even been able to enlarge the nipples a little while still, hopefully, maintaining sensitivity. I do hope you are happy. The nurse will clean you up and then you're ready to go. Do come and see me before you leave to just sign the release forms." As the nurse, who had just entered the room, cleaned me carefully, I sat there dumb founded. I should have expected this. Looking at Fran?oise I wondered if she had known. By the smile on her face clearly she had. I stood up so the nurse could remove the remainder of my bandages and as I did so I became really self conscious of my thingy under my panties. If the nurse noticed, she said nothing. When the nurse finished and left the room Fran?oise came over to me again. "Now you can open your present," she said handing me the box. I opened the box and remove the tissue paper inside to reveal a bra exactly the same as the one she had given me only last weekend. I looked at her quizzically. "Read the label," she suggested. I did, and I realised. The label said 36C, my new breast size whereas the old one was a 36A which wouldn't fit me now. With the bra was another pair of the matching panties. I looked at her again. "Well, you can never have too many pairs of panties," she said giggling. "Now get dressed." Getting out of the bed, I stepped into my new panties, pleased with the sensation as they nestled around the crotch, but noticing that they seemed tighter on me. "Are these the same size?" I asked Fran?oise. "Yes, my dear. Why do you ask?" she replied. "Nothing, they just seem a bit tighter than the other pair." "That'll be your hip implants," Fran?oise said. "Didn't you notice?" I hadn't before hand as I was focussing on the breasts, but she was correct. As well as having breast implants I had been given hip implants, to give me a more 'womanly' figure Fran?oise said. I have to admit that it worked, but this seemed a step too far. However, there was nothing I could do about it then, so I continued getting dressed. It was only when I put the bra on that I realised how much heavier my breasts were now they had grown. This would take some getting used to. I decided to wear the pink dress, a pair of tights and the black pumps which pleased Fran?oise as she had chosen the outfit in the first place. "Now before you go out, how about a bit of make up," Fran?oise said, passing me a lipstick, mascara and compact. As I opened the contact and looked at myself for the first time in three days, I gasped, my lips... "I know," Fran?oise said, "The collagen implants look great don't they." Whereas my lips had been thin, boyish lips, they were now much fuller and as I applied the lipstick, they looked luscious. I couldn't wait to see a full reflection. I didn't have to wait long, because as I left the room and head towards the doctor's consulting room I passed a full mirror. The reflection was unmistakably that of a woman. Not a trace of boy to be seen, at least not on the outside. "You can't stare at yourself all day," Fran?oise interrupted. "We have someone waiting for us." After signing out, we headed to the car park where my boss bounded out of her car. "Oh my dear," she exclaimed, "You look fabulous, better than I could have expected. Now let's go out and celebrate. And we did. We went to a restaurant for dinner, just the three of us. As we dined and talked, my boss leaned forward. "I know for dinner Fran?oise has already given you a present. Now I have one for you," she said, passing me a high end shopping bag. Inside was a small black clutch handbag. "Thank you," I said, somewhat startled, wondering why all the excitement about a handbag. "Open it," she instructed. When I opened it I saw a purse and some paperwork. Still unsure I hesitated. "Open the purse first," my boss suggested. As I did so, the surprise dawned on me. The purse contained, among other things, a driving licence, a bank card and a credit card, all made out in the name of Miss Stephanie Broyd. I then looked at the paperwork in the handbag. It included a cheque book to go with bank card, the paper version of the driving licence and a passport, all made out to Miss Stephanie Broyd. I looked up at her quizzically. "How?" "The paperwork your father signed on Saturday was a deed poll change of name form. That was all it took. As far as the world is concerned, you are Miss Stephanie Broyd. Everything is valid, correct and ready to go. If fact your first official act as Miss Stephanie Broyd can be to pay for dinner," she said, passing me the bill that had just arrived. Stunned I wrote a cheque out for the sum and with that we left the restaurant. We dropped Fran?oise off at home on the way, my boss allowing us the opportunity to have a kiss and embrace before we parted. When we got back to the house she turned to me. "Welcome home," she said. "I suggest you get to bed as I am sure my husband will want a good breakfast before he goes off to golf tomorrow. Goodnight," she finished, giving me a peck on the cheek. I changed in a bit of a trance, stripping down to my panties. As I took off the bra and let my new breasts drop I realised I was going to have to get used to the weight. Slipping my favourite purple nightdress over my head, I was amazed at the way it settled so much better on my new body shape. Definitely much more feminine. I slipped into bed, turned off the light and was asleep almost immediately, overwhelmed by all that had happened over the past few days. =#= Epilogue Some days later I asked my boss what would have happened if I had come down stairs wearing the maids dress instead. "I knew you wouldn't," she smiled. "You can't resist beautiful clothes." "But if I had?" I pressed. "Well, I would simply have flipped the argument, saying that you had decided to accept your place in life. There would have been no balloons or congratulations banners, but people would still have been happy that you had made the choice to stay." Somehow I had expected that would be the answer. "What if my father hadn't agreed?" I asked. "Well, that was not at all guaranteed. However, I did discuss it at length with your mother and she was sure, that with the correct level of persuasion, he would come round. I was surprised how easy it was in the end." "Was this always your plan?" I asked. "Not to begin with," she responded honestly, "but you adapted so well to the routines, clothing, drugs and friendships that it seemed like the obvious thing to do. Now, can we stop talking and carry on with what we were doing?" I smiled and lay back on the bed opening my legs and looking down through my newly enlarged breasts as she slowly and gently eased the dildo into my waiting hole.