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MY NEW CAREER - PART 12 As the door swung open and I was carried over the threshold, I floated on a cloud of happiness I could never have imagined experiencing. If someone had suggested to me a year ago that I would be married, that the bride would wear white, that the reception would be held at the city's most exclusive harbourside hotel and that I would spend my wedding night in its bridal suite, with a view rivalling any in the world, before heading overseas for a honeymoon ... well, I would have laughed myself silly. And if I'd been told that I would be the bride, I would have been both shocked and offended. Yet here I was. As my husband - my face still creased into a smile of astonishment every time I thought of him as that - put me down and went off in search of the promised champagne, I wandered into the bedroom and stood pensively in front of a full length mirror. I had refused to change out of my wedding dress for the reception, because I simply couldn't bear to be parted from it so soon. As it had done so many times already that day, my breath caught in my throat as I saw the reflection. The dress was beautiful ... and so was I, like a model straight out of the pages of a bridal magazine. The dress had a full-length satin skirt overlaid by a latticework of lace. It clung pleasingly to my hips, accentuating a figure that months of hormone treatment had made increasingly curvy. But the eye was drawn to the top, a bodice with a plunging neckline and delicate lace shoulder straps. Two lacy cups both concealed and drew attention to my newest assets, the creamy mounds of flesh that were now my proudest possessions. I had spent so many months dancing and performing flat-chested at Club Angel, wondering what it would be like to fill out a top. And now I knew - and I loved it. Having breasts protruding in front of me had certainly taken some getting used to - and so too had wearing a bra. But while the B-cups I had chosen were large enough to give me a cleavage, they weren't so big that I found them a nuisance. If anything, the problem was resisting the constant urge to reach up and fondle them. Especially the way that stroking the nipples made me tingle down there .. In any case, nice as those sensations could be, their physical presence was less important than their psychological effect. When I had first been forcibly transformed at the Ceder College, I had been both staggered and entranced by my change of appearance. Clearly, I had been chosen for my feminine features, for it had only taken some skilful makeup, depilation and female clothing to make me look like a girl - and a pretty one at that. But that was the point - I might look like a girl, but I didn't feel like one. Not completely at any event. I had certainly expected having breasts to make a difference - but not the extent. Even in outfits that didn't show any cleavage, just those two modest humps under my blouse or jumper seemed to complete my feminine appearance in a way I could not have imagined. And more than that, I now saw myself as a woman - not a crossdressed man. And could there be anything more feminine than a bridal outfit? I took one last look in the mirror and then with a sigh reached around behind me for the zip (all those yoga classes had done wonders for my flexibility). Soon enough I had slipped out of the dress, which I carefully hung up in the wardrobe. Tugging the pins out of my hair, which had been tied up in an elaborate bob, I shook out my long black tresses, which tumbled down around my shoulders. Now I stood topless before the mirror, admiring my firm and perfectly crafted tits, their nipples tilted perkily upwards, just begging for attention. Without conscious volition, my hands crept up to cradle them, marvelling yet again at how soft and pliant they felt. But it was not my own touch they craved, but someone else's. Of course there had been that pretty nurse at the clinic. And her twin sister. But that was just a bit of experimentation ... Just one more preparation. I tugged down my white satin panties and stepped out of them, being careful not to snag them on my 6-inch slingback heels. Now I stood there wearing only white silk stockings, held up by a lacy white garterbelt. I was ready. "Fuck the champagne," I called. "No, let me rephrase that ... it's me who needs fucking!" And I really did. It had been going on six months since I'd had a man's cock. Sleeping with my landlord and giving him the occasional handjob didn't really count, not when my own ardour had been both physically and chemically restrained. But freed of those shackles, I'd endured three months of abstinence at the post-op clinic as I recovered from the surgery. And now I was so horny it hurt. For most of my time at the Ceder College I'd assumed that I had somehow been forced or tricked into liking the feel and taste of a man's equipment. And maybe that was true - but it simply didn't matter. Just as I'd come to accept my feminisation for the gift it truly was, so too I was comfortable with my new sexuality. Whether my taste for both men and women was something that had always been latent , or had been artificially induced, who cared? As I saw it, my options had simply doubled ... My better half put his head round the bedroom door. His jaw dropped as he stared at me. This was the first time he had seen my new body in its full glory and it was clearly making as good an impression as I could have hoped. "God Katy," he breathed, "you look ravishing!" I shook my head irritably. "I don't want to be ravishing," I said, "I want to be ravished, understand?" Grinning, he nodded and crossed the floor to gather me in his powerful arms. We shared a lingering kiss, before he leant back and drank in the sight of my naked torso. Almost reverentially, he lowered his mouth to my left breast. His tongue worked its way delicately around the areola and then flicked over the nipple, which hardened instantly. I moaned as his free hand found my other breast and caressed it, then slipped down between my legs. The feelings were incredible, jolts of pure pleasure flowing straight down to my groin. I was clawing at his clothes, so much did I want to feel his big strong body against me. He got the message and disengaged, his lust now as urgent as my own as he positively tore off his garments. His cock was already rock hard, and just as I remembered it. Ordinarily, I would have played with it, teasing it with my fingers and cramming as much of it as I could fit into my wet and willing mouth. But that would come later. For now, this was the moment I had been dreaming about for months, when our wedding would be consummated. There was only one place I wanted my husband's manhood - and that was inside me. Kissing him fiercely, I pressed my body hard up against his, every nerve tingling as my nipples rubbed against the short, iron-grey hairs on his chest and his rampant weapon pressed into my belly. Then I retreated to the bed, pulling him with me. I kicked off my shoes and half-sat, half- fell onto the mattress. Using my elbows,, I slid myself back until I was fully on the bed, with my legs spread. The man to whom I had pledged myself, not just for the next twelve months, but until death did us part, took one last appraising look at my naked form. The foreplay, brief as it had been , was over - and we both knew it. The good sex would come later. For now, it was time to fuck and be fucked. He climbed up on the bed and lowered himself into position above me. Spitting into his palm, he greased his cock and slipped first one and then a second finger inside me. I gasped, and then did the same again as the head of his thick shaft pressed against the entrance to my hungry hole. I had been worried since my operation that he might not fit, but some judicious use of a dildo - with a little help from that minx of a nurse - had loosened me up sufficiently that I could accommodate his impressive shaft. As he pushed inside me I let out a sigh of both pleasure and relief. Wrapping my leg and arms as tightly as I could around his powerful frame, I held him in place for a few seconds while my lips sought his, moaning as his tongue invaded my mouth and his cock filled me up. And then hee was pulling out and driving back in, rapidly picking up speed as I stopped kissing him and instead looked up into his face. "Fuck me," I panted, "fuck me harder, that's it, oh god, yes, right there ... You're so big, so deep ... Fu-uuuuck, oh that feels so good, don't stop, don't stop .." His eyes never left mine as he pounded me, ignoring the complaining squeaks of the mattress, my squeals and urgings, my long painted fingernails raking his back, everything except my gaze. It took an effort of will not to close my eyes, but I wanted to see my husband - my husband! - as he took me for the first time in our married life, and for him to see what it meant to me. And now his thrusts were becoming even harder and deeper, if that were possible. My clitty was inflamed, and if I touched it I would come right away, but I wanted to hold off, just a few seconds more ... And now his eyes were rolling back in his head and I knew his climax was very near. With a wild yell I came myself, cream erupting as my orgasm washed over me, subsiding just in time for me to register that my man was coming too, shooting torrents of spunk deep inside me, his face and body contorting as he claimed me for his own ... For a moment we lay still, savouring the ecstasy of release and the feeling of being conjoined. And then he kissed me deeply and I kissed him back, until with a groan he slipped out of me, pivoted and lay down heavily on the bed beside me, still panting with exertion. "Oh my god," he said "my heart's not going to last if the sex is always going to be that intense ... But what a way to go, eh?" He grinned and looked sideways at me. "You're amazing, you know that?" "Well of course I am, I married you, didn't I?" Reaching down between my legs, I slipped a finger inside my hole, which was still gaping from the fleshy intruder that had so thoroughly opened it up. When I retracted the digit, it glistened with my husband's spunk. Thoughtfully, I trailed my finger through the film of cum that coated my rapidly shrinking clitty (I never thought of it as a cock these days, just as I no longer stood up to pee). Popping the finger in my mouth, I sucked it reflectively. "What on earth are you doing, Katy?" came the amused question from the figure beside me. "I'm just seeing what we taste like together," I replied. "If that's okay with you, Mr Stokes?" "Of course it is, Mrs Stokes," said Graeme, his smile widening. "You know I can't refuse you anything." I gave a mock frown. "I'm not sure that's written into our contract with Master Antony, you know." Then I giggled. "But I'm perfectly happy to proceed on that basis. And I like you calling me Mrs Stokes, by the way, you can do that as often as you like! And that's not the only thing you can keep doing either ..." That prompted another extended bout of kissing. Afterwards, as we both cleaned up and prepared for bed, me slipping into a baby doll nightie that I knew was Graeme's favourite, he looked over at me and smiled ruefully. "Mr and Mrs Stokes, can you believe it? Bet you could never have imagined us getting married when I was your landlord, eh?" I laughed. "Well, certainly not when I was Martin Riley!" A thought struck me. "Here, you didn't fancy me as a man, did you? It's okay if you did," I hastened to add, "I'm just curious." Graeme shook his head. "I don't think so. I mean, I always liked you, and maybe I was more attracted than I realised at the time ... but it was only after you were Katy that I began fantasising about you." "Why Mr Stokes," I cried in mock outrage, "did you used to jerk off thinking about me? You dirty pervert!" "Of course I did," he admitted without a trace of embarrassment. "I had eyes, didn't I? You were so pretty then - though not as beautiful as you are now." He grinned as I jiggled my tits at him. "Anyway, when you used to come around each week and tug me off yourself, it was like all my Christmases came at once. And then when you moved in and we were sharing a bed ... But I have to admit, that quickly became pretty frustrating. Even after our sex life, ah, expanded a bit, I still wanted more." "Yeah, I think I did too," I said, "though it took me a long time to realise that I wasn't just grateful for your taking me in. Especially with everything I was getting up to at the College. And then I thought I might have lost you forever - twice in one day. First I have to say goodbye to you, wondering if you'll be around by the time I've finished my commitments to the College. Then you turn up at the auction, out of the blue, saying you'll bid for me ... and you last about two minutes before the price gets too high!" "I didn't stand a chance, did I?" said Graeme with a rueful laugh. "I couldn't believe how much money was in that room - and what they were prepared to pay for you! And when Antony casually announced that he'd triple the next highest bid ... well, I was sure that was it." "So did I," I said, wandering over to the ice bucket and pouring out two glasses of French champagne. I handed one glass to Graeme and took the other to the window, where I sipped it reflectively as I looked out at the harbour. The lights twinkled on the calm waters and for a minute I thought of going out on the balcony into the warm summer air - then decided my nightdress might be a little on the skimpy side for public exposure. Graeme joined me and slipped an arm around me as we took in the magnificent view. We stood there for a few minutes in companionable silence. I was sure that, like me, he was replaying in his mind the amazing aftermath to the auction. As I stood on the stage after the hammer fell, the hall abuzz as the guests discussed what happened, I was wrestling with the decision of whether to live with Antony for a year, or to work as a call girl for five that times long - and wondering if I would have the chance to see Graeme again to say goodbye. I was also second guessing one of the two decisions I had already made. I felt entirely comfortable with my choice to have breasts added, having seen an illustration (which mercifully proved to be accurate) of how they might look on me. But I was not sure about refusing a set of female genitals - though I reasoned that I would recover a lot more easily from just one operation. Plus I could always have the procedure done later if I changed my mind ... (It was only afterwards, when I checked the envelope I had been given during the graduation ceremony, that I found not just a certificate for the completion of my "training," but instructions for the breast operation - with no mention of any other procedure. Clearly the College knew me better than I knew myself ... ) At any event, with so much swirling around in my head, I was paying little attention as I was taken offstage to a meeting room. There waiting for me, predictably enough, was Antony, along with Gordon and Kristin Everett, the siblings who ran the College and who had blackmailed me into becoming Katy. But I had not expected Graeme to be present - and judging by his bemused expression, he was as much in the dark as I was. It was Gordon who explained. Antony, he said, had a "rather unusual" proposition to put. His taut expression hinted at disapproval. But his deferential manner also suggested that Antony's money and influence would brook no interference. Antony took over at this point. "Katy, Graeme - I have a suggestion to make that I trust you will find agreeable. I have cleared this with the principals." He inclined his head towards the Everett, his thin smile suggesting that their cooperation had been expected, not asked. "But the two of you will also need to give your consent." He leaned back in his chair, displaying the easy air and calm authority that I had experienced during my torrid night at his mansion. In his well-modulated voice, at once relaxed and compelling, he continued: "So here is the deal. I will waive any requirement for you, Katy, to come and live with me. And the College will also renounce any claim over you, after you have had your operation. But there are three conditions." He held up his fingers as he ticked them off, his dark eyes boring into me as he spoke. "One, you marry Mr Stokes here. Two, you allow me to pay for the wedding and a honeymoon." Graeme and I exchanged incredulous glances at this. But there was more to come. "Three, you make yourself available to me four times a year, until I release you. This will involve spending a weekend with me, during which you will be my companion - and anything else I require you to be." He gave a broad smile. "So you see, this is not an entirely altruistic arrangement ... and I certainly intend to sample your augmented charms, whether you are married or not." He gestured expansively. "But there, I have had my say. Do you want some time to discuss the proposal?" I would have said yes on the spot, so much was my heart singing with unexpected joy at this point. But as it was, Graeme and I took little time to agree. He and Antony would sort out the details while I was off having my boob job. The look on Miss Everett's face was priceless, like a cat cheated of a mouse. But the consolation was that she and her brother would be paid a sum that well and truly recouped their investment in me. And so here we found ourselves, the most unlikely of married couples - though this was the first time we had actually been alone together since the morning I left to go to the auction. I had gone straight off to the clinic, as planned, and the wedding had been set for the first weekend after my release. While I had been allowed a few phone conversations with my fianc? during my recuperation, we had agreed it would be more romantic to stay apart until the actual ceremony. "I wonder why Antony would possibly have agreed to this arrangement?" mused Graeme. "It still seems ... incredible." "It does indeed," I replied, shrugging, "but all I can think is that it ... amused him. I mean, he clearly had the hots for me, but I suspect he wasn't that interested in having me around the whole time. And it seems pretty obvious that whatever he wants, he gets - so why bother with a wife, or even a live-in slave? He was definitely interested in you though, or rather us - I can recall him asking a lot of questions about our relationship. He clearly had a much better idea about how I felt than I did." I shook my head mournfully. "That seems to happen to me a lot ..." I took Graeme's empty glass and went to refill it. "As it is, he gets to play with me on a regular basis - in fact, potentially for a lot longer than the original contract would have demanded ... though I imagine he'll get bored with me at some stage." I shot my husband a sharp look over my shoulder as I poured the champagne. "You're sure you don't mind me going off with him?" "Of course not," came the prompt reply. "Look, I just feel so lucky to have anything of you at all - especially after it seemed maybe I wouldn't see you again, ever. Besides, I want you to be happy - and I get the feeling you like the idea of seeing him again." "I'd be lying if I said I didn't," I admitted, handing Graeme his drink. "Being with him definitely has its, um, attractions." I thought it better at this point not to go into details about what those attractions might be, given that one of them was the size of Antony's cock, which was every bit as thick as my husband's, but much longer. Not to mention those yummy servants of his ... "But I am a little worried about what he might do when he gets his hands on me," I added. "I'm not sure that I told you, but when I saw him before the auction he told me to get the biggest tits I could. He didn't say anything afterwards, but I have a feeling that there might be some payback for choosing B-cups ... I'm pretty sure he wouldn't hurt me though - well, not permanently at any rate." Graeme put his arm around me and gave my shoulder a squeeze. "He'd better not mistreat you, or he'll have me to answer to," he said fiercely. "And I don't care how rich and powerful he is ... Besides, you made the perfect choice of boob size. They look fantastic on you." As he said this his hand reached down and lightly caressed my right breast through the thin, transparent material of the baby doll. "But anyway, whether it's him or someone else, you should feel free to play with anyone you like. I'm not going to be the jealous type, I assure you. Same goes if you want to go back and work at that club. I know you were saying at the reception that you wanted to earn some money, so ..." I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "I've said it before and I'll say it again - I don't deserve you. I'll certainly have a think about work, though it won't be at Club Angel. I mean, I ended up quite enjoying my time there, but the Everetts have already made way more money out of me than they deserve - even though I have them to thank for, well, all this." I gestured at my body, thinking once again of how fortunate I was that the most dire and depressing of situations had turned out the way it had. Then I noticed the troubled expression on Graeme's face. "What's up, darling?," I asked. He opened his mouth to say something, stopped, then threw his hands in the air in a helpless gesture. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't feel so insecure, but it's just, well, I don't understand why someone as young and beautiful as you would want to sleep with me, let alone marry me. I mean, look at me! I'm old, I'm overweight ... and you could have Antony, or just about anyone else you -" He broke off as I kissed him full on the lips. "Don't talk that way," I said. I cupped his cheeks in both hands, gazing up at him, smiling. "It might seem strange to other people, even to you - but it doesn't to me. You were the first one who really treated me as a woman, you know, not just a model, or a sex toy. So, okay, you fancied me as well, but you treated me so kindly, looked after me ... loved me." I took a deep breath. "And I know it's taken me way too long to say this, but ... I love you Graeme Stokes, I really do." There was silence for a few seconds and then he was kissing me, deeply and passionately. And I was returning his kisses with interest, pressing my body against his, feeling so comfortable and safe in his embrace. Until I felt the lump pressing against me ... I giggled. "Seems like something's woken up again - shall I just check to make sure it's still working okay?" Sinking to my knees, I opened his gown and reached into the boxer shorts underneath. His cock was already hard as I pulled it out, but it seemed to grow again as I wrapped my painted lips around it. As Graeme moaned and reached down to fondle my breasts, I felt my clitty come to life once more ... ************************ EPILOGUE I closed the door behind me, savouring the air-conditioning after the heat of the Florida sun. "Hi sweetie," called Graeme from the kitchen. "How did it go?" "Fine," I replied, "but my jaw is aching. I mean, we must have been doing 40 or 50 an hour ... and my feet are killing me, especially in these shoes." I kicked off the offending footwear, then unzipped the long, iridescent green skirt. "It just feels so weird having only one-inch heels, when I've become so used to them being much higher." I wandered into the bedroom, unclipping the bright purple bikini top that was the only item I wore on my upper body. "It's that height policy, isn't it?" said Graeme, coming through the door and, as he so often did, smiling as he took in the sight of my naked body. "Yup," I said, carefully removing the long red wig and putting it away in a drawer. "I'm a little taller than most of the girls they employ, and they don't want Ariel looming too much over the kiddies." I massaged my face. "It's a fun job, but I tell you what, all that smiling at the photo sessions really takes it out of you ..." "Well, it's your own fault, Katy," noted my husband, "you shouldn't have won that 'Princess for a Day' competition when we were here on our honeymoon - and you didn't have to accept their job offer, either." "True," I conceded, "but you didn't put up much of a fight - especially after Antony said we could use this apartment. Just as well, given how little money I'm making - though there are other benefits ... Speaking of which, Belle says that she and Gaston are up for a three way tonight. Don't suppose you want to make it a foursome?" Graeme smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm never comfortable with other guys, you know that ... Besides, I still haven't recovered from that night with Ana and Elsa." His brow furrowed. "Does, er, Gaston know about your little surprise?" He waved a hand to indicate my clitty, which I was tucking away into my knickers. "Don't think so," I answered brightly, "but Belle and I have decided he needs to have his horizons broadened a little ... Now, be a dear and go and fetch me a cold drink, please, I'm parched after all that chit-chat." As my husband lumbered off to comply I sat down at the dressing table and began to remove my working makeup. For the umpteenth time I marvelled at the pretty and sexy young woman staring back at me from the mirror. It was becoming hard now to remember the nervous and ineffective young man who had gone into the Ceder College in search of a new career. What might he have said, I wondered, if he'd been told that he would find it - not as the teacher he wanted to be, but as a stripper, then an escort, and now (of all things!) a Disney princess? I grinned. If he had any sense, he'd have welcomed it with open arms. Putting down the cleanser, I stood up and went over to the lingerie drawer. Now, what to wear for tonight? Hot red perhaps, or virginal white? Or something slinky in black lace? Decisions, decisions ... THE END

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Career Opportunities Part Two

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Career Opportunities Part Four

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A Few Notes on Starting A Second Career

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A Slight Career Hiccup

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My New Career Chapter 1

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My New Career Chapter 4

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My New Career Chapter 5

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My New Career Chapter 10

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My New Career Chapter 6

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My New Career Chapter 7

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My New Career Chapter 8

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My New Career Chapter 9

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My New Career Chapter 11

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A New Career Chapter Two

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