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Ayesha Chapter Seven by Cordellian "Sorry to keep you waiting, Kelly. My name is Doctor Edith Grayson, and I'll be performing your breast enhancement operation today," said a professional looking woman in her mid to late thirties, with dark brown hair tied into a neat pony tail. She was wearing a smart navy blue knee length dress and a white hospital coat as she swept into the room with a bundle of papers in her hands. "You must be ever so excited, you lucky girl." I had been kept waiting for nearly an hour since Emma and Jill had brought me to the Tender Gender Clinic in Bayswater Road (There was a bronze plaque by the side of the door that read 'Be the girl you've always wanted to be'). It was a private building, housing a resolutely private clinic and medical centre, and it looked very discrete and very expensive. I had been shown straight into the appointment room with very little fuss, and I had been motioned to wait on the upholstered examination table for the doctor to arrive. So I sat now on the side of the raised table, with my feet not quite touching the ground. This was on account of signs placed on various chairs in the room that read, 'This chair is not for patients' use. Please do not sit here.' I'd been bored, swinging my feet about under the couch legs, crossing my feet at the ankles and lifting them slightly so I could see my pretty white strappy block heels, and gazing out of the window that overlooked a private square of residential park, until I noticed a small stack of women's magazines on a nearby table. With nothing else to do I picked up a couple of the glossy publications and flicked quickly through the pages. I couldn't believe how many adverts there were in women's magazines: pages and pages of them. But pretty clothes too. I mean, really pretty clothes. And then a funny thing happened as I flicked through the glossy pages, I began to pause when I saw an especially cute dress or skirt or combo outfit, and I'd gaze up and look at myself in the wall length mirror on the opposite side of the room, where I saw a very pretty Taylor Swift-like young girl, sitting on the examination couch, kicking her heels in boredom, and I imagined what I might look like wearing the dress or skirt in question. Crazy, I know. Why was I doing that? It was ridiculous. And yet, I kept being drawn to that mirror and gazing in astonishment at how utterly feminine I looked with this hair cut, these clothes, and of course Louise's perfect makeup skills. I pouted my lips and ran my fingers over a glossy picture of a model wearing a Bohemian chic mid thigh summer dress. She looked so beautiful. And yet, wouldn't I look just as beautiful wearing it? I wasn't really interested of course, but I made a mental note of the label name and where it might be stocked - House of Fraser, ?199.95. That was a lot of money. I rarely spent that kind of money on a single piece of clothing. Most of my shopping was at River Island and Next. I glanced at the dress again and sighed. It was very, very pretty. And then as another ten, fifteen, twenty minutes went by with no sign of the doctor, I flicked through more magazines and marvelled at the clever way it seemed that women put together complete matching wardrobes, paying such close attention to matching jewellery, shoes, clutch bags and accessories with various dresses, tops and skirts. It really was an art form. Oh God... I had turned to page 59 in Marie Claire and I saw the most amazing waterfall layered cardigan, long, asymmetrical and worn over a camisole top and short A line skirt. The woman modelling the collection looked breathtakingly cool. I wasn't interested of course, but I casually noted the label and where I might buy it if I was so inclined - ?139.99 from All Saints. And then the door opened and Doctor Grayson at last appeared. "Really, really sorry, Kelly, I know how much you've been looking forward to this, but it's just been so busy today." The Doctor closed the door, placed her leather folder on the consulting table and drew some thick papers from it as she spoke. "So many girls like you feeling inadequate when it comes to their breast size." She glanced at me. "And yes, it looks like you certainly are in need of the services that the Tender Gender clinic specialises in. It's a good thing Emma brought you in when she did." "Doctor," I rose from the examination table and dropped down onto my feet, "I need to speak to you about..." "Yes, yes, I know you must have so many questions, Kelly, and you're almost certainly giddy with anticipation, but first things first, I have some papers you need to sign. Your sponsor Emma has already filled out everything I need to know, so you can get away with just scribbling your name and then we're all set to go. Isn't that good?" She gave me a warm, soothing smile as she patted my hand reassuringly. "Yes, but I need to speak to you about..." "Now this one is the consent form for the procedure, this one is confirmation you understand all the silly little legal details of the operation, and this one confirms I've explained everything about the operation to you. So, just sign here, here and here." She motioned at the bottom of each thick wad of pages. "But... but you haven't explained anything about the procedure to me..." I began to say. "Well it's not necessary that I actually do consult with you is it, because that would only delay things, and if you want those bouncing breasts today, we should just skip the formal bureaucracy, hmm? It's so time consuming and boring to be honest, especially the legal jargon. My dear friend Emma assures me you've already researched the matter of breasts in your own time, and you're well aware of the details, and this is what you want. So..." "Doctor, I really need to tell you I can't go through with this, but I'm terrified to say so to Miss Reid. It's very difficult for me to say no to her about anything. There must be some way you can come up with a plausible excuse for me so that we can claim it's not medically feasible for me to have the operation? That way I won't be blamed for pulling out. You have no idea the trouble I'm in, and..." "Now that's a really pretty skirt, Kelly," said Doctor Grayson as she changed the subject completely. "Such a pretty shade of pink. Is it new?" She touched the fabric of the skirt that Emma had bought for me in John Lewis. "Um... yes," I gazed up at her, feeling surprised that she was talking about my wardrobe when all I cared about right now was evading a breast operation. "I thought it might be. And it goes so well with those white block heel shoes. Such a lovely look. Sit back down on the examination table please." "But..." "Now, please." There was a stern tone in Doctor Grayson's voice. "Really, Kelly, didn't I stress how busy I am today" I jumped back up on to the examination table and once again my stack heeled shoes couldn't touch the floor. Automatically without thinking I crossed my feet at the ankle like a girl might. "Yes, but, the thing is..." "Now, you're probably wondering how long the operation will take. Well the good news is, no more than one to two hours and you'll be sedated the whole time. It's a day release op, so once the anaesthetic wears off, you'll be right as rain and allowed to go home with Emma. She's been instructed to take very good care of you. We recommend you wear a surgical bra for the next week or two to help the breasts settle. Sign here please." Doctor Grayson passed the first form to me. "You're not listening to me, Doctor Grayson! I was really hoping you might invent a medical reason why I couldn't possibly have the operation today" I said in despair. "Like I said, I'm scared to pull out. I can't go into the details why, but..." "Hmm, you're obviously having second thoughts, so I'll just send for Miss Reid and we'll soon get to the bottom of this." The Doctor reached for the intercom. "No! Please don't do that! You mustn't bring her in here..." I said in growing panic that made me feel nauseous. "Well, if you'll just sign the first set of forms then..." said Doctor Grayson sweetly. "Then we wouldn't have to involve Emma, now, would we? I know a lot of girls like you think she can be very intimidating at times. Especially like today when she has a riding crop with her." A riding crop?! "You have no idea what Emma Reid is like," I said, hoping that this Doctor could help me figure out a way to extricate myself from this out of control situation. "Oh, I've known Ayesha for many years, Kelly, ever since she returned from Tibet. I have a pretty good idea what she's like." I glanced up. She had called Emma, 'Ayesha'. Doctor Grayson smiled again and patted my leg reassuringly. "Her magical lodge name. I'm one of her initiates. She's teaching me sigil magick." Oh God... not another mad woman... "Did you enjoy those magazines Kelly?" asked Doctor Grayson, as if she knew something I didn't. "Well, I was a bit bored, and there was nothing else to read..." I said with a pout. "Hmm. But you seemed quite engrossed in them when I entered the room. So many pretty things to look at in those magazines, yes? Shoes, and makeup, and clothes, and hair. You like those things now, don't you Kelly? More than you did a few days ago?" What the hell was she going on about? "There's a reason for that. Ayesha performed two acts of sigil magick recently. Do you know how that works?" "I don't believe in that sort of thing," I said as I gazed at my reflection again in the mirror. There was something about the mirror that seemed to make my legs look longer, which I liked, or was it simply the addition of the block heel shoes? They were very pretty shoes, anyway. "Ayesha wrote a phrase - 'Rob loves being Kelly' - and then she removed duplicate letters and then with the remaining letters constructed an abstract shape with them on a piece of paper. She then memorised the pattern and destroyed the paper ritually, causing the sigil and her intention to manifest. So now you're beginning to like being Kelly, little bit by little bit." Doctor Grayson smiled again. "You won't even know it's happening." "I don't believe in magic," I said again. "It's not real. Emma may think it is, but..." "Are you curious what her other sigil was, Kelly? It said, 'Jill hates wearing trousers'. I guess she might be wearing a lot of skirts soon." "I don't understand how Emma can even afford to pay for this," I said. "She's just a student. This must cost thousand of pounds!" "Emma Reid may be a student, but Ayesha isn't, unless perhaps you consider that she's studying men," said Doctor Grayson. "In which case I suppose she's working towards a PhD in male behaviour patterns and how to change them. Anyway, paying for this is no problem for Ayesha, believe me." "She can afford this?" "Oh, easily. Like you can afford a Mars bar. Now are you going to be a good little girl, or shall I call Ayesha in here to speak with you privately?" I sobbed and scribbled my signature on the consent forms. "Excellent, Kelly. And such a lovely signature. So sweet. Especially with that sparkly gel pen I gave you. Now, we'll need your old boy name too, just to make things all nice and legal since you haven't formally changed your name to Kelly yet by deed poll, have you sweetie?" She pointed to the second signature name, under that of 'Kelly', which read, 'also known as Robert Conway'. I signed a second time, this time as Rob. I didn't want breasts! Breasts would show up under tight fitting clothing! Okay, so A-cup breasts could be concealed under loose clothes, and could even be passed off as a case of man boobs, and I suppose they could be removed at a later date, but I didn't want them, no matter how small or temporary they might be. But I was terrified to defy Emma Reid over this. I felt sure I could dig a way out of my dilemma and save my relationship with Jill, given some time to think the situation through, but not if Emma told Jill everything in the next hour or so. Defeated I went on to sign the second set of forms and then the third. I kept telling myself A-size breasts would be reasonably small. I'd say I'd been suffering from male breast development and that I'd need to get to the gym again. And then once I'd squirmed my way out of Emma's clutches I'd have the implants removed. I could do this. "Excellent. I was getting worried there, Kelly. You're sure you don't want me to bring Emma in here to clarify things, or answer your questions?" "Please don't." "So we're all set for the operation, hmm?" They're only going to be A-cups, they're only going to be A-cups, I kept thinking to myself as I changed into a hospital gown and followed the Doctor to the operating theatre. I was shaking with fear, knowing that in a few hours time I'd have small breasts like a teenage girl, but I reminded myself how inadequate many girls with A-cup beasts felt, and how they would have to resort to heavily padded bras to maintain self confidence. Yes the breasts would show if I was topless, but I had seen topless men on the beach before with man boobs that were definitely A- cups and they seemed to laugh it off. I could work round this, I thought to myself as we entered the clean, white looking operating theatre where an anaesthetist and nurse were waiting to assist. The breasts would give me time to think of a way out of this feminine labyrinth I was stumbling blindly through. Emma couldn't continue this indefinitely. She had to stop this at some point. Once she had made her point I would appeal to her that I had learnt my lesson, that I realised how precious Jill was, and how she had to give me a chance to mend things between us. What I couldn't risk at this crucial moment was to resist Ayesha, She Who Must Be Obeyed, and have her tell Jill the truth. Nor could I face life if the evidence of my feminisation was made public to all my friends. They're only little A-cups I thought to myself as I lay down on the operating table, dressed in my surgical gown. It had a front section that could be opened giving access to my breast area without exposing the rest of me. Even if Emma let me go tomorrow, I would have to hide away from Jill long enough for the surgery to settle down - two to three weeks or so during which I couldn't pass myself off as Rob to her for fear of her seeing the marks from the incisions. After that I would keep baggy T- shirts on when we went to bed together, and although she might feel the enlarged breasts, I'd claim that in the two to three weeks we'd been apart I had let myself go and put on weight there. But I was afraid what might happen if I had no contact with her for such a long period. What if she chose to move on, to assume I didn't want to see her? What if she found another boyfriend? I could of course stay in contact as Kelly, if only to persuade her to give Rob a chance, to wait for his return, to trust he still cared for her, and if I was with her as Kelly I could dissuade her from following up on any man who might try to chat her up. It would mean spending two to three weeks as Kelly. Perhaps I could stay and live with Louise during that time. But that too had it's sensual dangers. I didn't trust myself around Louise. It was a lot to take in, and of course I was assuming that Emma would simply tire of me in a day or two. They were only A-cups. I could work around A-cups. I felt the mask of the anaesthetic placed over my nose and mouth and I began to count down from ten to one as I had been told to do. I'd have to get a couple of A-cup bras if I was going to keep in contact with Jill as Kelly. Imagine that - I'd have to actually shop for bras. It was a strange thought, and I began to feel drowsy. A-cup breasts wouldn't be the end of the world. I'd manage something. And then I lost consciousness. I woke perhaps three hours later in a soft bed, wearing a loose fitting night gown of some soft peach fabric that felt good against my skin. It had little lace edging and lace inserts and looked quite expensive. I felt numb around the chest, no doubt from local pain killers and anaesthetic, but I had been expecting that. I would have breasts now. Perky little A-cup breasts, just like a teenage girl. I felt weak, groggy still, and I lay back, feeling the room swirl a bit around me. I vaguely recalled my dreams, of faces peering down at me through a mist and hands moving above me - no doubt a residual vestige of the operation that was going on around me. As I moved my eyes slightly I saw Emma Reid sitting in a comfortable chair opposite my bed. She was reading a book - 'Morvern Callar' by Alan Warner - no doubt waiting for me to wake up. I could feel the chastity belt still locked tightly around my penis, under the night gown. I felt little else. I moved my toes, and they seemed to respond well. I moved my fingers and they did too. And then, curious as to what I might feel, I moved my right hand to slip under the sheets to feel the small mounds off my new A-cup breasts. And then I suddenly shrieked. I rose up, startled, and gazed down at my body as the horror of what I had just felt began to dawn. For what I now saw on my chest were in no way A-cup breasts. These, if I was not mistaken, were D-cups! These wouldn't be hidden by any loose clothing! These could never be passed off as 'man boobs'! I screamed and pulled the nightgown down, hoping that it was simply surgical dressing that had bulked up the cleavage, but no, I now had D- cup breasts. I could never conceal these! "Is something wrong, Kelly?" asked Emma as she glanced up from her book. She wore her trademark long black Victorian styled skirt, black long sleeved top, a black jacket, cinched in at the waist, black lace fingerless gloves, and of course those long black heavily laced heeled boots under the skirt, that screamed sex to the likes of me. But I had more pressing matters to hand than the seductive curves of Miss Reid's tempting body. "These aren't A-cup breasts!" I cried. "Well, obviously not. No one would ever mistake those impressive breasts for A-cup ones. You'll find some grapes in a bowl by your left hand side by the way. I understand grapes as a gift are very traditional in hospital. I also got you a card. We all signed it, though I drew a small black raven instead of a signature." There was indeed a card - one of those ones with a stylistic drawing of a fashionable young girl in a short skirt, long legs, high heels, floppy hat kind of pose, with multiple designer shopping bags hanging from the crook of each arm. The greeting on the front said 'Shop till you drop!' in pink glitter. I didn't bother looking at the card, and I ignored the grapes. "The bet was for A-cup size breasts! You said so! If I had sex with Louise I'd forfeit A-cup size breasts. These aren't..." "Well yes, but apparently you had sex with Louise three times in the sissy sack, so that's three forfeits rolled up into one. And for keeping that secret - I really wouldn't have known unless Louise confessed it to me after I asked her, and for not admitting what a sissy slut you are - I felt that was enough to earn you a fourth forfeit level, so that's D- cups all in all. There'll be no mistaking you as a girl now you have that sort of cleavage." Emma smiled sweetly. "We'll go shopping for new bras once you're on your feet. Oh, and take a look what I bought you as a waking up present." There was a soft pearl-white summer dress hanging from a padded clothes hanger. It had thin straps, a short hem line, and a low cut back. Like the pink checked A-line skirt, it would match the white strappy block heels I now owned. "Take them out! Take them out!" I sobbed as I touched my new breasts in dismay. "Nothing's going to cover these up!" I shook my head in despair. "I hope you're not expecting me to pay for a second operation, Kelly," sighed Emma as she put her book down. "You already cost me ?7,500. At least it's money well spent. This isn't some back street clinic where you receive industrial grade silicon implants that will split and poison you in two years time. These are the best implants money can buy. They're even better than real ones. Honestly, Kelly, other girls are going to be incredibly jealous of you if you walk around in a low cut top. You really can rock that kind of look now." "I'm ruined... how can I go back to being Rob when I have these?" "Well obviously you can't. Is that what you're worried about? That I'd make you go back to being Rob? Why would I do that, Kelly? You want to be a girl. You just don't know it yet." "Why are you doing this to me? Why are you ruining my life?" "I'm doing no such thing. I'm improving your life. You're going to be so very happy as a sissy, especially once you begin living full time as a girl. I think Jill quite likes you actually." "Does she?" I sniffed and rubbed tears from my eyes. "Well, she spoke to me earlier on. She had fun in the caf? sharing a couple of milkshakes with you. She doesn't understand why she feels naturally drawn towards you for friendship. Personally I think you being Kelly lets her enjoy all the things she likes about you, without the negative aspects when you were Rob. That's a win-win really. You get to have bags of fun skipping about in floaty summer dresses and wedge shoes, playing around with makeup, and if you lay your cards right you get Jill as a Best Friend Forever too." "I don't want Jill as a Best Friend Forever! She's my girlfriend! I have sex with her!" "Oh? Really? And how do you expect to have sex with her while you're all locked up in that tiny little chastity sheath? I suppose you could ask her nicely to use a strap on, but I'm not sure that's really her thing. I could ask her of course. Do you want me to ask her? Oh, Jillie, Kelly wants to know if you'd ever consider fucking her with a strap on dildo?" Emma smiled as she said that last bit in a sing-song voice. "Between you and me, Kelly, she's confessed to me that she dreams of being taken roughly in bed by a man with a really big cock. Now that's not really a good description of sissy Kelly, is it now?" "Please...please..." I flapped around the room in panic, feeling my enormous new breasts jiggle under the night gown as I moved. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I felt the weight of the breasts and suspected I'd never get used to the added bulk now filling out my upper chest. Nothing would conceal them. Nothing. "You'll be spoilt for choice when it comes to bras, Kelly. Honestly - the world is your oyster now." Emma rose up from the chair and walked to my left where she plucked at the soft night gown I wore. "Time to get dressed, I think. Louise and Jill are waiting to meet us at a bar in Covent Garden to celebrate your new cleavage. If we leave them alone too long, who knows what might happen to two beautiful girls drinking on their own." My eyes widened at the thought of my girlfriend siting at some swanky London bar - easy pickings for handsome men who had just finished working for the day in some media start up company. "Jill's faithful," I said. "Well, Rob's told her he's gone away for a few weeks to think about their relationship, and Louise will no doubt be plying Jill with Prosecco... do you want to take the risk and leave here there?" said Emma with a smile. I got even more flustered and paced quickly about the room, waving my hands in the air. "This is all your doing!" "Well, perhaps you know now that things would be so much easier for you if you simply accepted the fact that Ayesha must be obeyed." "Why are you doing this? Why?" I span round and hissed at her. "I mean, this is costing you a lot of money! You've just spent ?7,500 on me! That's not loose change!" Emma simply smiled enigmatically. "This is insane!" "I'll phone Louise then and tell her that you're not coming, and that they should just make a good night of it, just the two of them together, alone with all those career minded alpha men..." "No!" I couldn't leave Jill there on her own, with Louise probably pointing her out to various men at the bar. "Clothes are over there," said Emma sweetly as she pointed to the thinly strapped white summer dress. The pair of strappy block heels sat beneath the dress, and there were a couple of pieces of underwear on a table top. I picked up the knickers - they were cream, high leg cut, silky, and ever so soft in my hand. There was a pair of 10 denier flesh coloured stockings and a matching lace suspender belt, and a surgical post-op bra that looked very much out of place. Again I had that unexpected shiver of excitement as I saw myself in the mirror in these clothes. I hardly recognised 'Rob' in the slightest when I saw Kelly gazing back at me from the glass. And now that I had breasts... it gave the girl silhouette that I had previously lacked, and it provided the illusion that my waist line was even slimmer in contrast to my chest. "I know," sighed Emma as she saw me scrunch my nose up at the sight of the utilitarian white surgical bra. "Doctor's orders for the next week at least, after which you can wear the most beautiful lacy bras that you can possibly imagine." "Kelly, look at you, girl, your new breasts are amazing," said Jill as she saw me enter the bar. She and Louise were at a round table close to the street window, and they were sharing a chilled bottle of Prosecco between them. Or rather, they were probably sharing their second bottle as Jill's speech sounded a bit slurred, suggesting she'd had several large glasses of wine by now. I couldn't help notice that Emma had talked Jill into wearing an identical summer dress to mine, only in a soft pink colour, as opposed to my white one. She still wore the same strappy white block heels as me, and she laughed as soon as she realised Emma had done it again - made us both look so similar. "I should have suspected something when Emma bought me this dress," said Jill as she sipped her Prosecco. She got up and crossed over to check me out. Louise wore a floral pattern sleeveless shift dress in a variety of mid blues, the fell to just above her knees. She was showing a lot less leg than either Jill or me, which struck me as strange since she was just one of Emma's sissy girls. Emma didn't seem to object to the way Louise was dressed as she motioned a table waiter over to take some orders. "You didn't tell me you were getting D-cups, Kelly!" said Jill in amazement. "I'm actually jealous. You're such a dark horse keeping something like that so secret. Come on, help yourself to a glass..." she filled a spare flute with chilled fizz and handed it to me. "Here's to you taking another big step to becoming the girl of your dreams," she said as she clinked her flute to mine. Girl of my dreams? They all thought I wanted this! They probably thought I begged and pleased with Emma to give me D-cups instead of A-cups. "And I hope you haven't forgotten our conversation earlier today," said Jill as she swayed a little from the repeated glasses of Prosecco. "Intervention time, remember?" As if my new breasts weren't problem enough. "I've spoken to Emma about it and she thinks it's a great idea." Really? What a surprise... "So, here's what we're going to do. You're going to write your letter to your mysterious girlfriend, and you're going to explain all about your need to be a girl, and how that's the root cause of all the problems you've been having. And you'll confess all about your little accident with Louise, but make it clear you didn't mean to be unfaithful, but it was all those pent up girlie feelings that spilled out when you had a chance to be the girl of your dreams at last. And..." Jill definitely sounded like she was on the way to being just a little bit drunk, "I want you to write it out on girlie notepaper - pink, with flowers on the edges, and do it with one of those pretty gel pens that teenage girls like, and then spray it with a nice perfume, so your girlfriend realises you mean it. Otherwise..." Jill sighed where she stood, "I've told Emma to tell your girlfriend herself, in her own words." Fuck. "Jill, perhaps this isn't really the best time for me to..." "Looks like your makeup needs some repair work," said Louise as she suddenly joined us. "Come on, Kelly, over here in the sunlight." Louise took my hand and pulled me away from Jill. She stood me close by the window and opened up her makeup bag that she kept in her handbag. "You really are going to have to learn to do this yourself, Kelly," said Louise. "Emma will book you in for a makeup lesson with MAC if you ask her nicely." She set about repairing my face and dusted a little translucent powder over my T zone to eliminate shine. "It's an investment for the long run. If you're going to be a girl 24/7 then you'll have to learn makeup." "But I don't want to be a girl 24/7," I said quietly. "Why can't any of you understand that? I want to go back to being Rob!" "Oh, and you're happy to be Rob with those jiggly breasts?" asked Louise as he began to apply some lipstick. "You know there's no way I can be Rob while I have these breasts," I cried. "Then forgive me, Kelly, but I'm not sure what other option you have if you can't be Rob and you don't want to be Kelly. Just who are you going to be?" "How can I be Kelly? Where am I supposed to live? What am I supposed to do for money? And what about Jill? I'm going to lose her if I don't show up as Rob again before long." "So many questions. You know you can stay with me for a while until you decide what you want to do going forward, and I spoke to Rafael and he's happy to keep you on as an evening waitress. His place is really getting popular and he could do with another T-girl waiting on the tables. So that's two things sorted. As for Jill. Hold still, honey, I need to fix your eyeliner. As for Jill, well, she seems to like Kelly, so stay in touch with her. Hang out together. It's what girls do." "But I'm not a girl! And I don't want to just 'hang out' with her, I want to have sex with her as her boyfriend again." "Well that's not going to happen so long as you're locked up, is it?" "Please, you have to help me, Louise. I don't know what to do." "I'm really not sure what you expect me to do, other than help you be the most convincing girl you can be? Face facts Kelly, you're not getting out of skirts and dresses for a long time to come." Louise had finished and began to slide her brushes and powders back into her slim makeup bag. "You want my advice? Become even more feminine. Go all the way. Ask Jill to mentor you a bit. She knows you're struggling after all. Give her an excuse to spend time with you that way by helping you become more girlie. Who knows, you might end up enjoying it. Let her get to like you as Kelly, and then perhaps when the time is right come out to her with the truth. Maybe she'll accept the new you." But I'd stopped listening to whatever Louise was saying to me, because I had just seen something that had sent my already nervous disposition into overdrive. Coming back from the bar with another bottle of chilled Prosecco and a pint of lager for himself, was one other than my roomie, Mick. I hadn't seen him since all of Emma's scheming had gone into overdrive. What was he doing here? I saw him place the bottle on the table, saw Jill thank him, saw him refill her glass with a big smile, and I saw them begin to talk, both of them laughing and at ease. Jill knew Mick of course, for the simple fact that she was going out with me. Had she contacted him in order to try and find out where her boyfriend was? Or had he contacted her to say I had disappeared? Or was this another thing that had been arranged somehow by Ayesha, She Who Must Be Obeyed? I glanced at her with suspicion, but she was on her phone, talking to someone with a relaxed expression on her face. And then as I glanced back at Jill I saw the familiar tell tale signs of a woman who is responsive to a man's attention - she was playing with her hair, smiling a bit too much, gazing up into his eyes without looking away, flirtatiously touching his arm to punctuate points she made in the conversation, and so on. And Mick was responding to all of it, or perhaps she was simply responding to him. Whatever, it was flashing up danger signals to me. This was the nightmare scenario - me out of the way for a long period of time, Jill thinking I'd walked out on her, and Mick (who was as bad as me when it came to preying on women) taking advantage of Jill's new found insecurities. I had to do something! Louise was still babbling on about shoes or something like that when I quickly took her elbow, much to her surprise and turned her around so that she could now see Jill and Mick past my shoulder. "Look," I hissed. "That man over there talking to Jill is my room mate, Mick! He's making a play for Jill now that I'm not around!" "But you are around," said Louise. "You're here, just a few feet away." "Yes, but I'm dressed as a girl! Jill thinks I'm a T-girl called Kelly!" "But you are a T-girl called Kelly," said Louise. Could she really be that dumb? "What's your point?" "My point is, my so-called best friend is making a play for my girl friend." "Oh." Louise watched them for a moment and then nodded. "I think you're right. But that's what happens when you walk out on your girlfriend and make her think you're having second thoughts about the relationship. You can't blame her." "I'm not doing that. That's Emma's doing. I just want to be a man again and have Jill back. I realise now that I love her very much and I've been so incredibly stupid these last few months. I have to get her back. But I've got these breasts now, and this hair, and these nails, and..." "I know," said Louise, soothingly, "it's really exciting, isn't it? And don't forget the clothes. That's such a great summer dress by the way. It really suits your figure." "Louise, are you a fucking moron, or are you deliberately..." I stopped right there as Louise gave me a really black stare and stormed off, throwing her hands in the air as if to say she was giving up on helping me if I was going to speak to her like that. Yeah, well, fuck her then. I gazed at that sweet little ass of hers as she sashayed over towards Emma who was now finishing her phone call. It was a really cute little ass, and I felt those stirrings again of sexual desire as I remembered that night of the two of us with our wrists tied around each other's waists, both of us so hard after being locked up in our chastity belts, me trying not to succumb to my baser desires while Louise acted so slutty, teasing and kissing me inside the sissy sack until I couldn't resist any longer. If it wasn't for her small penis, it would have been just like being intimate with a real girl. I flinched a bit in discomfort as I felt my trapped penis trying to swell and go erect, protesting at its tight confinement that prevented it from doing so. Quickly I tried to think calm, boring, non-sexual thoughts to save myself from the sudden compression of my penis. I felt flustered, out of control as I tried to think of things like the gentle lapping of the waves of the sea instead to regain control. Damn this chastity belt. I felt its strict control every time I had the slightest hint of arousal, which was becoming more and more common place, despite my best intentions. Why was I constantly on the edge of arousal all the time now that I wore a summer dress, stockings, a suspender belt and heels? Why did I feel so skittish, as if the slightest touch of a hand on my stocking clad thigh might send me into a heightened state of pleasure? Why was I beginning to think about how I might look in certain feminine clothes whenever I gazed at my reflection in the mirror? But I had to do something about Jill and Mick. Jill was vulnerable right now through a combination of Rob having disappeared and her drinking too much. Look at her! She was flirting with Mick, responding to his witty banter. Look! She just touched his arm again! And then to my horror they moved closer together and Mick kissed Jill. She seemed surprised, but in her slightly inebriated state went with it, and before I could count to three they had their arms around one another in the crowded bar and were smooching. I had to risk the possibility of Mick recognising me, though to be honest if Jill hadn't recognised me, I couldn't see Mick doing so. I had to go over there and interrupt what was going on. At the very least there was one thing I could rely on - Mick was very homophobic, constantly telling me how much he didn't like gay men - so at the very least I wouldn't have to worry about any advances from him once he heard my voice and realised I was a transgender male to female. He'd avoid me like the plague. With a bit of luck once he saw I was with Jill, he'd make his excuses and leave quickly, rather than stick around in my company. I had that working for me at least. "Jill! Who's the hunk?" I said as I quickly joined her. They suddenly broke apart and I could see Jill looked flustered and disorientated and unsure of what she'd just done. I had a clever plan - knowing how homophobic Mick was, I would flirt with him myself! Oh yes. Imagine his embarrassment! Homophobic Mick being sized up by a transgender girl. He wouldn't know which exit to use first. Oh yes, I was so very clever. "Kelly! I wondered if you were ever coming back," said Jill as she hugged me with just the hint of a stumble that I quickly caught before she could knock any drinks from the table. "This is Mick - he rooms with my shit of a boyfriend. Mick, this is Kelly - we're just celebrating her new breasts. She got them today. What do you think?" "Hi Mick," I said in my most girlie voice, placing my hand on his arm. Eeewww! I couldn't believe I was coming on to a guy, and my room mate too, but it was in a clever cause and he'd run a mile now that he heard my so called femme voice and put two and two together. "Jill didn't tell me she knew such cute guys. I'm jealous. You're really handsome." I pretended to blush and feel all flustered. There. Now watch him make his excuses and bolt for the door. I was so clever. "Wow, nice to meet you, Kelly," said Mick with a look of absolute delight that wasn't at all fake. He suddenly placed his hand on my bottom, and as I froze in surprise, he gave me a little push forward so that I suddenly stumbled slightly, giving him a chance to without warning kiss me in greeting. I squealed, fluttered my hands in the air as my roomie tasted me and then let me go again. Now I was flushed red in my cheeks for real as I ran my tongue over my lips where I'd been kissed. I noticed Jill's eyes narrow as she seemed to see me deliberately throw myself into that kiss. "Handsome, eh?" said Mick with a grin. "Glad you think so, because you are seriously hot, babe. Smoking hot." "Um..." I felt his hand confidently go about my waist after what I said. I tried to move away, but without pulling myself away, which would mean I'd be leaving the two of them together, I couldn't extricate myself from his embrace. I glanced round and saw Emma and Louise departing. They exited the bar and headed off down the street, leaving me here with Mick and a vulnerable, inebriated Jill. What was wrong with Mick? Surely he could tell from my voice that I wasn't a real girl? Okay, so I looked like a real girl, but my voice gave me away. Jill had known I was a guy back in the cafe when I had first spoken. "Hey, look," said Mick as he gazed at me, then at Jill and then back at me again. "Here's an idea. My roomie, Rob, is away for a few weeks, so how about the three of us head back to my place. We can play some music, drink some wine, chat, get to know each other..." He grinned at me and placed his hand on my thigh. I suddenly felt a strange mixture of alarm and arousal. It was the chastity belt, making me so sensitive to any physical contact, and that contact was now magnified by the fact I was wearing stockings. "Um, I don't think so..." I said quickly as I tried to pull away again. Mick seemed puzzled by my sudden reaction, and so when Jill then replied, 'Okay, yeah, sounds cool," he turned his attention back to her. "Great. Shame Kelly doesn't want to join us, but we'll have fun anyway and.." "I want to come!" I suddenly squealed. No way could I let Mick out of my sight while Jill was with him. Realising he was losing interest in me now, I pushed myself back into his arms and kissed him quickly. "Wow, you really run hot and cold and hot again, don't you," said Mick with a grin as his hands now took hold of my ass and lower back and pushed me into another deep kiss. I felt giddy as I was lifted onto my toes, for Mick is several inches taller than me, and then I felt a sharp spank on my skirted bottom that made me squeal again. "That's for playing silly games with me," said Mick. I looked up, feeling breathless and confused. "You're really hot, Kelly, but make up your mind, do you want to come back with me and Jill or not?" "Yes!" I said again. "Yes, please!" "Oh-kayyy... but next time you go all cold on me, I'll have to spank you for wasting my time. You ever been spanked before, Kelly?" What? What?! "Spanked?" I gasped in dry throated dismay. "Only if you do that whole teasing and then pulling away kind of thing. If you're going to do that then I'd rather you don't come over to my place." "I'm not going to do that! I wouldn't do that!" I had to come with them to save Jill while she was too drunk to know what she was doing. I had to buy enough time so that I could somehow contact her as Rob and tell her everything was good between us after all. "Well, you have been warned," said Mick as he gave me a sudden playful spank on the bottom. Again it made me squeal, jump on the balls of my feet and, God help me, make my penis swell inside the chastity cage. I pressed my thighs together tightly, feeling the strain down there as my poor penis protested against its confinement. "You ready then, Jill?" said Mick as he threaded his arm through hers.