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The Family Business (an alternative ending) Introduction I have long been an admirer of Belladonna's stories. The Family Business was one of the first I read and is still one of my all-time favourites. I especially enjoyed the obvious love that Taylor had for his wife and his wish to try to make amends for his many shortcomings. I began to imagine an alternative ending which focused on the changes in Taylor after his wife and mother feminized him. This story begins on Taylor's first day as his mother's new secretary. It will only make sense if you first read Belladonna's original of "The Family Business." Belladonna has graciously agreed to me submitting this adaptation of her earlier work, which I do with some trepidation, because she has set the bar very high. "Come on Taylor stop dawdling," said Helena with irritation in her voice. "You don't want to be late on your first day and have to walk the gauntlet of all the office staff." "This girdle is really uncomfortable," complained Taylor. "Well now you know what women have to put up with," said Helena unsympathetically. "Why do I have to wear it?" whined Taylor. "Taylor you can be so dim at times," said Helena in an exasperated tone. "As soon as you put your panties on this morning our little friend between your legs has been like a barber's pole. If you want to parade around the office tenting your dress to show the girls just how thrilled you are with this new look then be my guest." Taylor lapsed into an embarrassed silence. Helena gave Taylor a quick spritz of scent on his wrists and neck and taking him firmly by the arm lead him out to the car. During the journey to the office Helena chatted brightly about how pretty Taylor looked and how excited he must be about his new job. "Remember how you admired that young lady at the mall, darling? Well now you can be just like her, won't that be fun? I'm beginning to love my girlie husband, perhaps you should stay as a pretty secretary." Taylor maintained a sullen silence. At the office Helena parked as far away from the front door as she could. That morning she had wondered whether to dress Taylor in a smart pencil skirt and blouse until she looked out of the window and saw that the weather was a little blustery. So instead she chose a very pretty dress with a full skirt under which Taylor wore a frilly full slip. After they got out of the car Helena held back a little and smirked at Taylor's futile attempts to control his billowing skirts. "Couldn't I have worn pants like you?" Taylor complained. "No darling I wear the pants now. It will do you good to feel the vulnerability women feel when they know every guy is trying to look up their skirt. Besides you are wearing such a pretty slip it would be a shame not to let it show a little." The office was largely deserted when they arrived and those that were present did not recognise Taylor assuming he was one of Helena's clients. Helena knocked on Angela's door before entering and saying, "Allow me to present your new secretary." Angela looked up and gasped. "Taylor you look gorgeous! Helena you have done a wonderful job! Oh you are going to fit in here so well. I love the dress, is it one of Anna Conway's? She would be so pleased that you are wearing it for your first day en femme." Angela and Helena exchanged smiles almost of disbelief that Taylor was not showing any resistance. "Let's see, I think everyone should be here by now so I'll introduce you to your new colleagues, I know they will be thrilled to meet the new girl." "Mother please no," said Taylor imploringly. "It is so humiliating." "Well think how you humiliated your wife and nearly ruined my company," said Angela sharply. "You are going to learn about women's fashions like all girls' do." "But I'm not a girl," said Taylor. "Well you are now and will remain one as long as Helena and I say." Angela put her arm around her defeated son before she said, "Let's meet them, shall we?" Helena, could you please ask the office staff to assemble in the main meeting room?" As Helena was gathering up the staff Angela turned to her son and said, "I will explain the new arrangement and then I expect you to say a few words to the girls" Taylor blanched. "What am I supposed to say?" "I'm sure that you can come up with something dear' smiled his mother. Their entry into the large meeting room was greeted with delighted smirks and barely suppressed laughter by the assembled group who found it difficult to comprehend their former boss's new status. After Angela briefly introduced her new secretary she gestured for Taylor to step forward. Whenever Taylor looked back on the next few moments he realised that they were perhaps the major turning point in his life. Previously he had had an easy life with a mother, who had until recently, denied him nothing. This was perhaps the first time he had faced real adversity completely by himself. Later he would confess that he really had no idea where his speech came from. Taylor looked around the room at his giggling colleagues and said, "The dress I am wearing is by Anna Conway, one of our new and very talented designers." There was a sudden hush in the room; this was not what they had expected. Taylor smiled and went on." My mother and wife both thought that if I became a little more, how shall I say, familiar with our companies products, then I might have a better understanding of what it takes to work in fashion. Given my lamentable performance as head of this company any new insights would be welcome." This last remark was greeted with genuine laughter from the women. Taylor glanced around and saw that his mother and Helena were staring at him in open mouthed astonishment. "It's good to hear you laughing, makes for a happier work place. So do have a good laugh at my expense. However remember this; one, I don't care, two, if it helps the company I'm happy to do it and three, it is a beautiful dress. Now I feel that I have taken enough of your valuable time so let's get back to work and bring this company back to the top again." Much to Taylor's surprise the whole room erupted into wild cheering as they gave him a standing ovation. Helena looked at her mother-in-law and said, "My God, where did that come from?" "No idea," said Angela, "but maybe we should have put him in skirts ages ago." "I think maybe he should stay in them," said Helena. For the rest of the day the girls regarded Taylor with something approaching a grudging respect and many went out of their way to compliment him on his speech and encourage him in his new duties. Angela kept her son busy with typical secretarial duties and was pleased to note that he accepted them without complaint. Taylor was so absorbed in his new role that he was a little surprised when the office began to empty for the day. Once in the car Helena regarded her husband with a long curious look. "Well you certainly surprised a lot of people today darling, especially me. It makes a change when the surprise is a positive one. Where did you think up that little speech, it was perfect?" "I'm not sure, it just seemed to burst out of me," replied Taylor. "We'll see what else bursts out of you when we get home," thought Helena hungrily. When they reached home Taylor started for the kitchen saying, "I'll make a start on the dinner." "Not so fast young lady, I need your attention upstairs right now." Once in the bedroom Helena jerked Taylor forwards into her arms and began kissing him hard on the lips, while at the same time pushing him backwards towards the bed until his legs caught against the mattress and he fell backwards with Helena on top of him. She pulled the skirt of his dress up and wrenched his panties and pantyhose down exposing his very erect member. "Shit I've been almost wetting myself all day watching you parade around the office, you little tramp," panted Helena as she rammed herself down on her husband's erection. The next few minutes were of an intensity that neither had previously experienced and when they both climaxed Helena collapsed on top of an equally spent Taylor. They lay that way for several minutes until Helena began to arise and Taylor's limp cock slipped out of her. Before she could completely dismount Taylor slid down the bed, reached around Helena's hips and pulled her downwards and buried his face into her dripping pussy. He began to lick her slowly at first and then with increasing speed as her excitement grew. Before long she had experienced a shattering climax which ended with her emitting a loud cry of ecstasy. When she got her breath back Helena placed a soft kiss on Taylor's lips and said, "Taylor, what's got into you, you have never done that before." "I've never worn a dress to work before," replied Taylor. "Well guess what, no more pants for you sweetie, you are definitely staying in skirts," replied his wife dreamily. "Oh great," muttered Taylor sarcastically, but Helena noticed that there was a distinct hardening between Taylor's legs. Over the next few days Taylor gradually began to adjust to working as his mother's personal secretary. The staff also became accustomed to seeing Taylor in pencil skirt, blouse and 3 inch high heels and the snide comments subsided until Taylor found he was being treated like all the other young women in the office. As he often arrived home before Helena he would change into a sun dress and begin preparing dinner, something that Helena really appreciated. One evening Helena suggested that they play tennis, something that they used to do when they were first married but had gradually stopped. "But you got rid of all my tennis gear when you cleaned out my closet," protested Taylor. "Don't worry dear I replaced it with something much more suitable," grinned Helena as she pulled a pretty tennis dress from her closet. "I've been meaning to give you this for a while and now seems the perfect opportunity." "Gee thanks," said Taylor with heavy irony. They played for about 30 minutes on one of the public courts near their home. At first Taylor found it strange to be playing in a dress but as the game went on what concerned him more was Helena's obvious physical superiority. In the last set Taylor did not even win a game. "Taylor, I can't believe how out of shape you are. You are really going to have to do something about it," said Helena as Taylor sat slumped on a bench at the side of the court. Taylor was equally horrified but was too tired to comment. Taylor barely said a word as they ate a late dinner. "You're very quiet dear, something bothering you?" asked Helena. "Only our game of tennis," Taylor replied gloomily. "Oh it's not so much you thrashing me; after all you played competitively in college. I'm just so weak and out of shape, it's scary." "Maybe you need to come to my gym," said Helena. "No Helena, this is something I am going to have to solve myself." "Ok, let me know if you change your mind." That evening Taylor spent a long time in front of the computer visiting several sites until eventually he found something that looked promising. He noted the phone number, shut the computer and went up to bed, where he was immediately pounced on by a very amorous Helena. "I'm going to take full advantage of your weakened state," she growled as she pinned Taylor's arms and began humping him. The next day during his morning break Taylor put through a call to the number he had found the previous night. The phone was answered by a man with a strong east London accent who introduced himself as Mick. "I'm looking for someone to train me," said Taylor. "I have to tell you that I am rather unusual. I'm a man but I present as a woman, will you have a problem with that?" Mick gave a snort. "I don't give a toss how you present. As long as you pay me and even more important as long as you take these sessions seriously and work your arse off. I warn you this will be tough. Mind you, if you are Trans you probably need my help" "I'm very serious," said Taylor. "When can I start?" "Monday 6am, don't be late." On Saturday Taylor and Helena agreed to do some shopping and then have lunch. After doing the grocery shopping Taylor wanted to stop at a large thrift store. They agreed to split up and compare purchases over lunch. Helena did not see anything that attracted her interest but was intrigued to see the bag that Taylor carrying. She restrained her curiosity until they had ordered and were each sipping a glass of white wine. "Ok let's see what you bought." Taylor drew out of the bag 2 tennis dresses. "But you have a new one dear," said Helena. "These are for my new exercise class," replied Taylor. "Isn't it a little unusual wearing a tennis dress to a non-tennis exercise class," asked Helena. "Probably," replied Taylor, "but there is a reason." "Do tell," said his wife. "Helena, after the way I have treated you I cannot expect you to trust me. I realise that I have to earn your trust and that it may take a long time. For all you know I might have signed up to do a class with some young sexy instructor. If I wear a dress to class I think that you can assume that I am not straying." "And have you signed up with some voluptuous personal trainer?" asked Helena. "No, he is very male, ex British army and sounds like someone from "Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrel and he does not fancy men." "Well that sounds very suitable but I really do appreciate you going this far to make me more comfortable. Will he be ok with you in a dress?" "I told him and he said that he did not give a toss how I presented," replied Taylor. During the drive back home Helena was thinking how much Taylor had changed and how much she liked the new Taylor. 6 am Monday morning found a nervous Taylor at Mick's gym which was situated in an old warehouse in a shabby part of the city. The equipment was not state of the art. Some climbing ropes, punching bags, mats, chin up bars, boxes and truck tires and medicine balls. The workout was brutal in its intensity. After 45 minutes Taylor lay on the floor unable to raise, half sobbing half retching. Mick looked unsympathetic. "That which does not kill us makes us stronger. Nietzsche said that." "Nietzsche didn't do one of your fucking workouts," gasped Taylor when he had the breath to speak. 'Tut tut that's no language for a lady," grinned Mick. "Oh fuck off," said Taylor. "See you tomorrow," said Mick. Taylor gradually got into a pattern at the gym. The workouts were always challenging in some ways but on 2 days of the week they were especially intense. They never got easier because as Taylor became fitter Mick just increased the intensity. However Taylor stuck to the schedule and over the succeeding months noticed he was becoming leaner and stronger although his physique was such that he never became bulky, which certainly pleased Helena. He also adjusted to working as his mother's secretary, partly because he was really determined to make a success of his job and also because he went out of his way to ask advice from the more experienced office staff. Everyone appreciated the effort that he was making especially Angela and Helena. Taylor could not help notice that while the work his mother assigned him was definitely secretarial in nature Angela was spending an increasing amount of time consulting with Helena. When Taylor first started dressing as a woman at the office Helena supervised all his outfits. Gradually however Taylor began to acquire his own wardrobe. While he stayed with conventional office wear on most days Taylor began to vary his clothing. Helena had earlier spirited away all his male clothes and did not allow him to wear slacks either at home or in the office so Taylor began to wear very full skirts or dresses and began to love the feel of the fabric swirling around his legs. He would often wear a rustly petticoat under his skirts because he knew it provoked a positive reaction from Helena. They would often go on shopping expeditions together, something Taylor had never done when he was presenting as a man. Helena in particular loved the new feeling of companionship she was sharing with her husband. "Taylor, Honey I could never get you anywhere near the shops before and now I believe you really enjoy it," Helena said during one shopping trip. "Well let's say I am enjoying spending time with you doing something you really enjoy. But I must admit that I do kind of like the feel of getting new clothes," Taylor admitted. He also began to grow his hair longer and had it styled at least once a month. Without being asked he had his ears pierced so that he could wear dangling ear rings. Again without telling Helena he began a gradual process of removing his facial hair with electrolysis. This was done so slowly and because his facial hair was so fair that Helena never noticed and Taylor never bothered to enlighten her. Taylor was becoming more and more comfortable with his appearance and work that it almost came as a shock to him to realise that this was perhaps the happiest time of his life. At home, because Taylor usually worked shorter hours than Helena he often did more of the work around the home without ever having to be asked. Helena certainly liked the change but she also found herself falling more and more in love with her husband to an even greater extent than when they had first married. He had certainly changed in more ways than just his appearance. Taylor had never been assertive but this also began to change. One day when Taylor and Helena were walking to a restaurant near their office at lunchtime they had to pass a construction site. They were subject to some lewd cat calls and jeers from some of the workers on the second floor. Helena kept walking looking straight ahead but Taylor found himself burning with anger. Abruptly he turned back and before Helena could stop him ran up the rough concrete stairs of the building in his high heels and confronted the men and proceeded to give them a real tongue lashing. His ferocity surprisingly cowed them into silence and Taylor turned on his heel and stormed off to re-join his astonished wife. "Taylor get over it, every woman learns to put up with that sort of shit. I was scared you were going to get beaten up." "Women should not have to take that sort of shit," stormed Taylor, "and if I'm presenting as a woman I am not going to either." Helena looked at him with admiration. "What did you say to them?" she asked. "I said that one day some of them may have daughters of their own and how would they feel if their daughters were subject to that sort of abuse. I also noticed that it was a Lever and Son construction site and I mentioned that I had gone to school with David Lever who was still a friend of mine. That really put the wind up them." "Did you go to school with David Lever?" asked Helena. "Yes I did but I don't think he would recognise me now," said Taylor with a grin. Helena took his arm as they continued their walk. "Taylor you are becoming quite the feminist." However one area where Taylor remained submissive was in the bedroom where both of them preferred Helena to be in charge. About a year after Taylor's transformation into his mother's secretary, Angela called her son into her office late one afternoon. Taylor was expecting some dictation but instead Angela asked him to take a seat. "Taylor I have decided that it is time for me to step down for the second time. I need to tell you about my decision regarding my successor. Now please do not say anything until I have completely finished what I have to say. I have been surprised and pleased at the work you have done for me in the last year. You have applied yourself conscientiously and gone out of your way to learn the job. I am really proud of you." Angela paused for a moment before continuing. "However I do not think that you are the right person to head this company and please listen to my reasons. Firstly I do not believe that you would have the respect of the staff. They cannot forget how Helena and I forced you into skirts and made you a secretary just like them. Frankly Helena and I were amazed that you caved in so easily. If you had shown some backbone we would of course have backed off, but because you didn't we kept pushing the issue further than we had originally intended. Secondly, I am convinced that you are not cut out for making business decisions. You operate best in a supporting capacity, which is very important, but not the qualities one needs in a CEO. Helena on the other hand has those qualities in spades and so I have decided that she will take my place. I will retain my shares and my position on the board and Helena will replace you as Vice President and as such will have 50% of the company shares while I retain the other 50%. I am offering you the position of Board secretary. I know that this is really hard for you to accept but I have thought about this for a long time and this is my decision. Now I have had my say it is now your turn." Taylor said nothing for several seconds and finally he said, "Mother I do not want to say anything that I will later regret. I need time to digest all this and think how I want to respond. Please give me the rest of the day off so I can do some hard thinking." Angela came round the desk and hugged her son. "Of course dear take your time thinking this over and let me have your response tomorrow." Taylor gathered his purse and drove home. He changed into a short sleeve summer dress and runners and headed out in his car. He decided to go to Logan Park on the outskirts of the city where there were many beautiful wooded trails where he could stroll and think about what his mother had told him. Taylor parked his car in the lot and headed out over some open ground past a lake and onto one of the trails. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not notice the tall shabbily dressed man who was reading a newspaper on a bench get up and slowly follow him into the woods. Taylor walked for about 20 minutes into the woods his mind churning with thoughts of what he wanted to tell his mother the next day. The man who had been patiently lying in wait for a lone female walker sprang out of the bushes and grabbed Taylor by the arm wrenching him towards him. Taylor got a fleeting impression of a large man with a white hood with eyeholes in the fashion of a Klansman. Really it was no contest, the attacker having the element of surprise and outweighing Taylor by at least 60 lbs. However the hours spent with Mick ensured a different outcome. Instinct immediately took over and the innumerable types of assaults and responses they had practised paid dividends. Instead of pulling away Taylor moved with great speed closer to his attacker, pivoted on his left foot and drove his bent right arm up and forwards so that the point of his elbow crashed against the bridge of the man's nose, completely shattering the bone. He reeled backwards and his hands came up to his face in a reflex action. Almost in the same fluid motion Taylor brought his left knee up into the man's unprotected groin. As he doubled over in agony Taylor brought his right knee with full force under the man's jaw, rendering him completely unconscious. From start to finish the attack took less than 10 seconds. Taylor suddenly heard a yell from behind and as he turned saw a roughly dressed man running towards him. Taylor immediately took to his heels and fled down the path. After running hard for 10 minutes he paused to catch his breath before looping back on different trails to the car park. He jumped into his car and sped away. He drove for 20 minutes not caring the direction until he pulled over on a quiet street, turned off the engine and shook violently for a few minutes. When the man who had intervened reached the fallen attacker he pulled out his radio and spoke to his dispatcher. "Officer Dixon, Logan Park detail. I think we may have our man, white hood with eye holes, same pattern of his previous work. I witnessed him attack a lone woman on one of the trails in a wooded area of the park. He chose badly; looks like he attacked Cat woman. It was all over in seconds and he's now unconscious so please send an ambulance as well as some reinforcements. No sign of the woman because she fled." Dixon squatted down beside the unconscious man and carefully pulled the blood soaked mask from his face. It was a mess. The nose and jaw were clearly broken and blood was still seeping from the injured areas. After putting on some sterile gloves Dixon gently took a piece of gauze and opened the man's mouth to check for a patent airway. Satisfied he placed the swab in an evidence bag and waited for his colleagues. Taylor lost track of how long he sat in the car staring into space, but it was getting dark when he finally pulled into his driveway. Helena had been growing increasingly anxious at his absence so when she heard his car she quickly went to the front door. "Taylor, where were you, I was getting concerned." She broke off with a gasp as she saw Taylor limping towards her. "Taylor what happened you have blood all over your dress?" For some reason Taylor found this question especially funny and he began laughing hysterically, only stopping when Helena wrapped he arms around him in a big hug. "Sorry," he finally said. "It just struck me as a funny way for a wife to greet her husband. Honey you have blood all over your dress." "Taylor are you hurt?" Taylor lifted the hem of his dress and Helena gasped when she saw a large ugly bruise spreading from the knee down his leg. "That looks really painful, did you fall?" "No I was attacked in Logan Park." "No, no oh shit no! Are you hurting anywhere else? Whatever happened? Wait, before you tell me we should get some ice on that bruise," said Helena in a horrified voice. "I really need ice in a strong drink. Look dear let me have a shower and get changed while you are getting us drinks and then I'll give you the whole story." Taylor limped upstairs and took a long hot shower and then changed into a nightdress and robe before joining Helena in the lounge. She propped him up on the couch, put an ice pack on his knee and a large, strong drink in his hand and sat next to him. Taylor began, "I had a meeting with mother and she gave me some news which I needed to think hard about before giving her my response tomorrow. She suggested that I leave early so I came home and changed and set out for a walk in Logan Forest Park. I was heading down one of the trails when a big guy wearing a mask suddenly jumped out of the bushes and attacked me." Helena let out a little scream and accidently bumped against Taylor's swollen knee. "Oh shit sorry! Oh my God Taylor that's just awful. How did you get away? Are you sure you aren't more badly hurt?" "Helena, I'm fine. I was able to fight back and when I took off the guy was unconscious on the ground." "Taylor this is so unbelievable. I don't know what to say. I'm so shocked at what happened and so relieved that you are ok." There was a long pause before Helena went on. "Taylor honey, please don't take this the wrong way, but I find it incredible that you could not only get away with just a swollen knee but how you were able to knock him senseless. The Taylor I know is not, well you know what I mean, and you aren't exactly the macho type." Taylor gave a short laugh. "It's ok, I'm not offended. The Taylor you knew would probably have been killed. "However this Taylor," he said indicating his very feminine nightdress, "May not be very macho but is much, much tougher than he looks." "I don't understand," said Helena. Taylor sighed. "It's a long story Honey, but here goes. You remember about a year ago when we had that tennis match and you wiped the floor with me?" "Yes I remember," said Helena. "You haven't played me since." "Well I suppose that was a turning point. I realised that not only was I horribly unfit but also I was in real danger of being attacked especially if someone read me as a guy in a dress." "Women live with that fear all the time," said Helena. "I know it's just horrible. Anyway I decided I needed to both get fit and learn some form of self-defence. I did some research on the internet and I found Mick. I believed I mentioned that Mick is ex British army. What I didn't say was that he was 10 years in the SAS, 5 of those as an unarmed combat instructor." "What is the SAS?" asked Helena. "They are the elite special force in the British Army, really, really scary guys. SAS stands for Special Air Service. The name means nothing; it was used to confuse the enemy in the Second World War. They usually work in small groups behind enemy lines and even the terrorist organisations are scared of them. I figured that if Mick had trained those guys he might do something for me. Well I guess he did based on today's events, but it has been a brutally tough year working with him 5 days a week. At times I would be on the floor, crawling off the mat to be sick. We must have covered every possible type of attack and how to counter it. The thing is we would do it over and over again until it became automatic. When I was attacked today I did not have time to think I just reacted. I managed to elbow him in the face and as he reared back I kneed him in the balls with my left knee and then in the face with my right knee when he doubled over. Just as he hit the ground I heard a yell from behind me and there was this rough looking guy running towards me so I took off back to the car. I drove for a while and then just sat; I was pretty shook up." Helena took Taylor in her arms and held him without speaking for several minutes. Finally she whispered, "Taylor I am so relieved you are ok and so very, very proud of you." Although Taylor said that he was not hungry, Helena insisted that he eat something, if only to neutralize the strong drink he had been sipping. They say on the couch with soup and toasted bagels. After a while Helena said, "Why didn't you tell me that you were doing this self-defence class, I thought it was just a gym programme?" "Helena, I feel that I have been such a failure in my life. I didn't want to say anything in case I folded yet again. Mind you I felt like it many times. Mick was just relentless and I was often battered and bruised and on the point of quitting, but then I thought of you and that kept me going." "Taylor! You little liar! You said that I caused those bruises by attacking you in the bedroom." "Yes I know, sorry I deceived you, but it was in a good cause." "And all this time I thought that I had you at my mercy in the bed," said Helena in mock indignation. "I can see that in future I am going to have to tie you up when I'm feeling randy so you are really helpless." "Oh please don't do that," said Taylor longingly. As Helena cleared away their dishes Taylor went up to bed and by the time Helena arrived he was deeply asleep. She snuggled up to him, put her arms around him and quickly fell asleep herself. The events of the previous day had obviously produced a considerable reaction in both of them because they slept through the alarm and had to rush to get to work on time. As a result they missed the TV news and did not look at the paper. Angela smiled as Taylor entered her office, "Good morning dear, you look a little flustered, nothing wrong I hope?" "No mother we slept in and had to scramble." "Well Taylor have you been thinking about what I told you yesterday? I am anxious to get your response." "Oh believe me Mother I have done a lot of thinking and what I have to say may take some time and will cover more than just your news of yesterday." "Close the door then, I'll tell reception to hold the calls so you can have as much time as you want." "OK here goes," began Taylor. "I suspect that when you brought me into the business you did not envisage me working as your secretary and dressed like this," said Taylor as he rose and flared out the metallic silver, pleated midi skirt he was wearing. He lifted the hem slightly revealing a lacy, rustling petticoat that caused the skirt to sway as he moved. Angela gave a slight grimace "Indeed I did not, but since Helena likes it and you obviously do I cannot really complain, especially as I helped force you into skirts." "Mother you must admit that the irony is rather delicious; you have founded a women's clothing empire that is so successful your own son can't resist the product. Would you have rather that I had been born a girl, and then you could have been proud of me?" "Taylor I am proud of you, just not as a man," replied Angela. "But enough of this, please tell me your thoughts on the news I gave you yesterday" "Yes I will and I am asking that you let me finish what I have to say before you comment?" "Of course dear the floor is yours." "Well to get straight to the point, I am in complete agreement with your decision to appoint Helena as the new CEO and Vice President and of course she should be a major shareholder. I would have been a disaster as the CEO just as I was last time. I realise that any help I can give you, Helena and the company would be in a supportive role. I am simply not cut out for heading the company or any company for that matter. However I think that I can still make a useful contribution and I would be honoured to accept your offer of Board Secretary. I assume that position comes with a suitable stipend?" Angela could not conceal her surprise, "Taylor you amaze me. This was the last response I would have expected from you. Of course I am delighted that you made this decision and yes I am sure we can agree on a suitable salary for your extra duties, but really I am so surprised. I really think that I have underestimated you, this is such a mature response." "Thank you Mother I appreciate you saying that. Now I would like to address some of the things you told me yesterday when you explained your decision "Mother you said that the staff would not respect me, especially since I had caved in to Helena and you feminizing me. You know that is only partly true. The main reason I did not stand up to the pair of you was that I was terrified of losing Helena. I was deeply ashamed of how I had treated her, taking those bimbos out on the boat was just the last straw. I realised how much I love her and need her. I also figured that if she was doing this partly out of revenge then I had it coming to me and I would just have to suck it up. The other thing was I secretly loved the feel of being in skirts. And you know what; I am not sure I could ever go back to my old clothes or my old ways? Certainly if I stay with the company and of course that will be up to the new CEO I will be dressed like this. So mother, you are stuck with a sort of son/daughter. I have come to realise that so much of society's thoughts on gender roles are totally false. The male stereotype of some macho figure is ridiculous. Strength and toughness comes in many forms and is just as common in women, so why is it treated with such derision if a man likes to wear dresses? It implies that only an inferior being i.e. a woman would dress this way. This view is held by women just as much as men and I am afraid Mother that you are one of them. You just told me that you could not respect me as a man, suggesting that it a weakness that I like to dress this way. Well I am not asking you to respect me as a man, respect me as a person; please do not bring gender into it. I have thought a lot about that comment about respect and I realised that respect has to be earned and that starts with respecting yourself. It struck me that I had never really respected myself, I never had to work hard or overcome difficulties and consequently I think that I was pretty soft. I always had the feeling that you were there with the money so and that the business would continue to run when you stepped down." At this point Angela broke in. "I feel partly to blame, perhaps if I hadn't spent so much time on the business..." "No Mother I won't have that. You have been a wonderful Mother. Sure you indulged me, but I grew up in a very secure home even though Dad died when I was 5. I always felt loved and always felt I had your support. My failings are entirely my own fault and I have tried desperately for the last year to rectify some of them. You remember the first day that you and Helena put me in skirts and introduced me to the office staff? Well I think that was perhaps the first time that I had felt outside my comfort zone, totally alone and vulnerable. It suddenly dawned on me that my only option was to confront the situation head on; hence the speech that I believe surprised you." "It certainly did," said Angela, "it actually took my breath away. If only you could have showed that sort of character earlier." "I needed a crisis to force me to change," said Taylor. "And I believe that I have changed. You must have noticed how much fitter I am? That paid off big time yesterday." "What do you mean?" asked Angela. "After I left you yesterday I needed to think so I took a walk in Logan Forest Park. As I was going down one of the trails I was attacked by a man who jumped out of the bushes. I should have mentioned that my fitness classes were really more of a very intense self-defence course. I reacted instinctively and left my attacker senseless on the ground. The old Taylor who wore what you would consider manly clothes would have been killed." As Taylor was saying this Angela had suddenly become very pale. "Oh my God, oh my God, so it was you," she finally managed to say. "Are you hurt?" "Just a bruise on my knee where it connected with his face, but what do you mean by "so it was you," said Taylor. "Thank goodness you are ok." She paused a few moments before continuing. "Have you seen the morning paper?" "No, as I said I slept in and didn't have time to look" Silently Angela handed across a copy of the morning paper which was open at the first page. "SERIAL RAPIST ARRESTED IN CITY PARK. POLICE LOOKING FOR MYSTERY WOMAN" Taylor continued to read with growing astonishment the account which described a police initiative which involved plain clothes officer's discretely trailing lone female walkers in the isolated park areas the rapist had carried out at least 12 sexual assaults. Previous victims had described him as wearing a hooded disguise. An Officer Dixon on duty in Logan Forest Park had trailed a lone female and saw her being attacked by a hooded man. Before he could reach the scene the woman had rendered the man senseless and fled. The suspect was taken to hospital and was kept overnight under police guard. He had sustained several facial fractures and concussion. He is now in police custody and will make a court appearance in the next couple of days. A police spokesman reported that they were confident that they had their man as DNA taken from the scene matched those of previous assaults. The article also said that police were anxious to interview the woman involved. Taylor dropped the paper and just stood in disbelief. Angela threw her arms around her son and began sobbing. "Oh Taylor, Taylor, my darling boy what have I done? You could have been killed." Taylor comforted his mother until her sobs subsided. "What you have done Mother is make a man of me; admittedly a somewhat unusual man who loves wearing skirts and dresses. But thanks to you and Helena I have become a much better person and perhaps for the first time I am comfortable with who I am." "What are you going to do about the police?" asked Angela when she had recovered. "Nothing," said Taylor. "They don't need me to get a conviction and besides I don't think the publicity would help the company. Can't you see the headline, "Cross-dressing son of prominent business woman revealed as mystery woman?" Although," mused Taylor perhaps you might get an influx of men to our stores hoping that dressing in women's clothes would help their combat skills; might be a good business move." Angela giggled "Oh you silly boy. No you are quite right let's leave well alone. Taylor my dear you should take the rest of the day off, you must still be in shock." "Nonsense Mother, you and I are made of sterner stuff. Besides we have a busy schedule and I have taken up a lot of your time. I have just one favour to ask; please let me be the one to tell Helena about her promotion. I would like to take her out for a celebratory dinner and tell her the news. Could you please give me an official letter announcing her appointment and make it clear that it is from both of us?" "Yes of course I will." As Taylor got up and headed towards the door Angela added "Taylor I am just so incredibly proud of you as a person and as a man." "Thank you Mother, I am trying." Just as Taylor was preparing to leave there came a knock at the door and Helena came in waving the morning paper. "Have you seen this?" she asked Angela and Taylor. "It looks like you are a hero or heroine Taylor dear. I am guessing that we do not want your identity to leak out?" Helena dropped the paper and rushed over and embraced her husband. Soon they were all hugging and crying and it was a few minutes before they regained their composure. Taylor eventually returned to his desk and busied himself in his usual duties. Later that morning his cell phone buzzed to indicate an incoming text. It was from Mick. "Enjoy your walk in the park? Well done mate, see you next week," was all it said. Over the next 2 days the story was still front page news as the mystery of the unknown female warrior, as the press had called Taylor, was the talk of the whole country. Taylor and Helena spent all their time outside work together, sometimes making love but mostly just being close to each other. On Friday Taylor told Helena that they were going out and that he would tell her the location later. She pressed him to tell her where but he just smiled and said, "You'll see, just wear something nice." He then went into Angela's office and spent 30 minutes with her outlining his plans and asking for her help. "Taylor, are you really sure about this, it does seem a rather drastic step?" "Yes Mother, I have given it a lot of thought and it is what I really want. Will you help me?" "Taylor if that is what you really want then, yes, I will help you." "Thank you Mother. I also need to get off work early so that I can prepare for tonight. I am taking Helena out to dinner and giving her our proposal." "Off you go dear and have a wonderful time tonight." Taylor's first stop was at the flagship store of Angela's company which had an upscale section specializing in evening ware. He knew Amy, the manager and quickly explained what he was looking for. Amy considered for a moment and then said, "I think I may have just the thing, come over here." From a rack she pulled a stunning a mid-length, sleeveless, taffeta dress in a deep midnight blue. "I think that this would be perfect," she said. Taylor went into the change room and stepped into the dress. Amy zipped it up at the back and Taylor turned to the mirror. He gasped at the reflection. "Amy this is perfect, I will take it and please show me some shoes that will match." Taylor had already booked an appointment at the salon,that he and Helena used, for hair styling and a makeover. By now his hair was shoulder length but he really wanted the thrill of something longer. Debbie his favourite stylist suggested getting extensions in a wavy style. She showed Taylor some pictures and he liked the look and told her to go ahead. The whole process took a few hours so Taylor called Helena from the salon and told her to meet him at Redmond's at 8pm. Redmond's was one of their favourite restaurants; exquisite food, impeccable service and featuring small alcoves for discrete dinning, beloved by people who wanted quiet conversation or a romantic ambience. Taylor arrived 10 minutes early and had time to order a bottle of Champaign before Helena walked in. She gasped when she caught sight of Taylor. "Taylor, my God, you look stunning! Wow I love your hair and that is a simply gorgeous dress! This is such a wonderful surprise but what is the occasion?" "We are here to celebrate," said Taylor pouring a glass of Champaign for his wife and sliding it across the table. "What are we celebrating?" asked Helena. "You," replied Taylor taking a long envelope out of his purse and handing to his wife. Intrigued Helena took a sip of her Champaign and carefully slit open the envelope, extracting a single sheet of high quality paper with the company's letterhead at the top. "Dear Helena A week ago I had a discussion with Taylor regarding the future management of this company. I have decided to step down again in approximately 6 months and I informed Taylor of my plans for succession. To my considerable pleasure he warmly endorsed my choice. In short Helena, I want you to succeed me as CEO starting in 6 months, which will give you time to work with me to ensure a smooth transition. Furthermore Taylor and I want you to take over his position of Vice President, while he has readily agreed to become the Board Secretary. I will retain 51% of the company shares and Taylor himself has insisted that the 49% that he previously owned be transferred to you. I sincerely hope that you will accept this offer because I am confident that in your hands the company will continue to flourish. Yours truly Angela Krause." Helena continued to stare at the letter for several minute before she could speak. Finally she said, "This is unbelievable, I am truly lost for words." "All you need to say is yes," said Taylor with a broad grin. "But I always assumed that your Mother was slowly grooming you to take over by starting you at the bottom to really learn the business. I can't believe that you are so accepting of your dream job being given to me." "People change Helena and so do dreams. But something's don't change and one of those is that I will never have what it takes to run an organisation like ours. I'm ok with that. I can perhaps contribute in other ways. Anyway let's order so we can discuss this more while we eat." After studying the menu and placing their orders Taylor resumed. "I suppose we could have looked to bring an outsider in, someone with a track record in fashion sales, but we both thought that we had the perfect candidate in you. Helena, we both believe that you are the person to take this company forward into the future. Of course if you need time to think about it..." "No," said Helena slowly, "I could never walk away from an offer like this but I am just blown away by the unexpectedness of it and your wonderful support." "Well you deserve it, so let's enjoy the evening. We are not working tomorrow and we will be taxiing home so drink up." The food was delicious and the couple continued to discuss Helena's job offer while they ate and sipped wine. "Taylor what role are you going to play in the company?" asked Helena. "I rather think that depends on what the new CEO would like me to do," said Taylor with a smile. "I hear that she is very demanding so I might not get rehired." "Well I will want you close to me in the office, perhaps my Executive Assistant?" "Let's discuss that tomorrow," said Taylor "tonight is all about you." The evening continued with Taylor always bringing the conversation back to Helena and how proud of her he was. "Did you ever think when you first started with us that one day you would be running the whole show?" asked Taylor. "I can't say it ever occurred to me, the whole idea is so fantastic. Did you ever think when you started dating me that you might end up as my skirted and heeled Executive Assistant,?" said Helena mischievously. "I haven't said yes yet," said Taylor, "well at least not to the Executive Assistant part." It was late when they finally finished and Taylor ordered a special cab which included an extra driver to bring Helena's car home. Once inside Helena pulled Taylor upstairs and made passionate love to him, not even bothering to remove his dress. They fell asleep in each other's arms still dressed in their evening clothes. Taylor was the first to wake the next morning and he undressed, slipped on a nightgown and went downstairs to make coffee and breakfast which he brought upstairs just as Helena was waking. "Oh thank you so much, I could get used to this." They lay together in bed after breakfast and it was not long before they began making love again. After, Taylor rested his head on Helena's breast and said, "I want to spend the day with you and discuss ideas that I have going forward. How would it be if we drive out to the coast and walk on the beach and talk about us and our future?" "It sounds wonderful," said Helena. The drive took an hour during which they did not talk much but were content to listen to music and enjoy the scenery. They stopped in a small town with easy access to a long beach and walked hand in hand along the windswept shore. Taylor loved the feeling of the wind billowing his skirt which he made no attempt to restrain. Other beach users consequently had an unobstructed view of Taylor's frilly slip to which Taylor appeared oblivious. "Helena I have been thinking about your offer last night to become your Executive Assistant. I would love to accept but I do have certain stipulations which you would have to agree to." "Really husband," said Helena raising an eyebrow, "and what might they be?" "For the last year I have been working as my Mother's secretary and I'll be the first to admit that I have learned a lot about the business and its day to day operations that I did not know before but should have known. For example I have a much better relationship with the office staff and can appreciate their issues in a way that would have been impossible before. However I see the role of Executive Assistant as much more than that, one where I could be consulted about certain decisions and also giving advice about other matters, especially related to the staff. In a way I would be your conduit to the staff," said Taylor. "I would not disagree with that," replied Helena. "Well I feel that I need more training in certain areas of the business to be in a position to help you. For example I think it would be very helpful if I spent a few weeks in retail, perhaps working under one of our experienced managers to see the non-corporate side of our structure. If I take this job I want to be worthy of it and do it well." "Taylor, that is wonderful to hear you say that. I'm sure it would not be difficult to arrange. I will speak to Angela on Monday. Is there anything else?" "Yes and this is perhaps the most difficult because it concerns us." "In what way?" said Helena sounding concerned. "It's our marriage," replied Taylor. "I have been a terrible husband, no let me go on," he said as Helena began to interrupt. "I have been guilty of taking you for granted and that dalliance with the girls on the yacht was quite deplorable. I never realised what I had until I almost lost it. I could not have blamed you if you had left me, I certainly deserved it. Thankfully you stayed by me, with a few alterations I suppose," he said ruefully. He went on, "You being in charge has righted the ship, but now I would like a more balanced arrangement. I believe that I have shown you that I can change. If I work as your Executive Assistant it is on the clear understanding that you are absolutely in charge and I will follow your instructions like any loyal employee. I also willingly submit to your authority in the bedroom, in fact I find it incredibly sexy to take on the submissive role. However in all other aspects of our life, running the home, our social lives, how we relate to each other I want to be an equal partner. This would also include how I present myself and dress outside of the office. In short I would like us to renew our marriage in a small formal ceremony. I know this is only ceremonial but to me it is vital, a sort of new beginning. I only hope Helena that I have shown you enough over the last year to begin to trust me again." Helena did not speak for several minutes and Taylor did not press her as he could see that she was thinking deeply about his proposal. Finally she turned took Taylor in her arms and said, "Ok Taylor I will agree to your proposal. I am enormously impressed by how hard you have worked to repair our marriage and also deeply touched how selflessly you have supported me being promoted to run the company without any sign of jealousy. I have fallen deeply in love with the new Taylor and agree that our marriage should be one of equal partners accept in the areas you have described. Making new vows will be fun and symbolic of a new beginning. When shall we do it?" "Oh my God Helena, you make me so happy and relieved," cried Taylor embracing his wife and kissing her passionately. They stayed this way for some time before they slowly parted and resumed their walk. "You take over from Mother in just under 6 months so let's get married again in about 6 weeks. I know you will be busy learning the ropes so I am very happy to make all the arrangements. You have no idea how much this means to me." After spending a wonderful leisurely day walking and talking they had a quiet dinner and drove home. Helena immediately headed upstairs leaving Taylor to lock up and set the table for breakfast the next day. After he finished Helena walked in and said, "Taylor in fairness to others who might want to apply, for the position of Executive Assistant I think that it is only fair that you submit to a formal interview. And since it will be formal I would like you to dress accordingly. I have put some appropriate clothing in the spare room and would like you to get dressed and present yourself to me in the den in 30 minutes. Please remember to take particular care of your appearance as first impressions count. Oh and kindly knock before you enter." Intrigued and excited Taylor slowly undressed and began putting on the clothes Helena had laid out. First he put on a pair of frilly panties followed by a matching bra. He fastened the garter belt and carefully attached a pair of silky stockings taking extra care to ensure that the seams were straight at the back. He then pulled a full lacy slip over his head and smoothed it down his body before putting on a cream satin blouse. He stepped into a pair of 4 inch heels and finally a smart charcoal grey pencil skirt and zipped it up from behind. He spent several minutes ensuring that his makeup was perfect before heading down the corridor and knocking tentatively on the door of the den cum study. "Enter," called Helena and Taylor slowly opened the door. He gasped at the sight of Helena sitting in an executive chair behind the desk with her legs crossed in a provocative manner. She was wearing a black corset over which she wore a black silk blouse completely unbuttoned. A black leather skirt, fishnet stockings and black stiletto heels completed her outfit. She was holding a large snifter of brandy and regarded Taylor in a languid fashion. "Yes, you must be Miss Kraus. I understand that you wish to work for me, is that correct?" "Yes ma'am," replied Taylor nervously. "You can call me Ms. Martin," said Helena haughtily. "Well come over here so I can look at you." She surveyed Taylor in an uninterested manner for a full minute without speaking. Finally she said, "Miss Kraus do you like stockings?" "Yes Ms. Martin." "Then please open the package you see on my desk and hand them to me." Taylor opened the pack of silk stockings and carefully passed them across to Helena. Helena thoughtfully ran her fingers slowly over them murmuring, "So soft, so silky but oh so strong. Miss Krause I think it appropriate that you adopt a more submissive posture during this interview. Kindly stand with your feet slightly apart, back straight and your hands placed behind your back, head straight to the front." Taylor quickly complied. Helena slowly circled her husband scrutinizing him carefully without speaking: She began to stroke Taylor's face with the stocking. Finally she said, "Miss Kraus since it is your first introduction to the very special services this job requires I shall be lenient and assist you in maintaining a suitably submissive posture; now hold still Miss Kraus; I'm going to bind your hands tightly behind you with this beautiful silk stocking; no don't struggle, it is quite useless to resist." After stroking his arms with the stocking she slid it slowly down to his wrists and proceeded to bind Taylor's hands tightly behind his back. Satisfied that the bindings were secure and there was no way Taylor could free himself she said brightly "Yes that is better, much better, don't you agree Miss Kraus?" "Yes Ms. Martin." "But wait, I think we can make the binding a little prettier." At which she took a length 2 inch wide pink satin ribbon and wound it over the stocking, finishing it in a large bow. She stepped back and looked at Taylor with obvious satisfaction. "Very pretty Miss Kraus. This is how I like my assistants, prettily dressed, completely submissive, demure, tightly bound and quite, quite helpless and deliciously vulnerable; completely in my power. You might say that you present in a way that is bound to please." Taylor groaned. "Did you say something Miss Kraus?" Helena asked icily. "Nothing Ms. Martin." "Miss Kraus I am not used to being interrupted, especially in such a rude manner. I will have to ensure your silence." She moved over to Taylor in a menacing fashion. "Kneel Miss Krause," she snapped. Taylor awkwardly knelt in front of his wife. "Now kindly remove my panties." Taylor helplessly indicated his bound hands at which Helena said sharply, "Not with your hands you foolish girl, use your imagination and be very, very gentle." Taylor carefully eased his head up under Helena's skirt and very carefully began to pull her panties down with his teeth. When they reached her ankles Helena stepped out of them and ordered Taylor to hand them to her. Holding the damp panties in his mouth Taylor brought them over to his wife's hand but instead of taking them she pushed them fully inside his mouth and taking the remaining stocking she forced it over his open lips and tied the ends behind his head making sure that the bow was even. "Good, now I can conduct this interview without your persistent interruptions." Taking a riding crop from the table she began swinging it in a careless fashion as she inspected Taylor. "Now Miss Kraus here are the rules of your employment should you be a successful candidate, although I must say I am so far somewhat disappointed in your attitude. First the matter of dress. You would be representing one of the greatest fashion houses in the country and as such must always strive to present yourself in the most feminine manner possible. Skirts or dresses are to be worn and on absolutely no account are trousers acceptable. You will wear a full slip with at least 2 inches of lace at the breast and hem." At this point she placed the riding crop under Taylor's skirt and lifted slightly revealing Taylor's frilly slip. "Good, that is appropriate Miss Krause. Now where was I, oh yes, bra and panties of course, which must be of the finest quality, matched and very frilly, I shall of course inspect them daily. Stockings rather than pantyhose and at least 3 inch heels. We'll come back to the issue of dress shortly as I have other rules I want to explain. I have a very strict policy regarding sexual harassment; you will be sexually harassed by me very frequently when we are in private conference. You will accept this as part of your duties; do you understand Miss Krause; you may nod?" Taylor nodded enthusiastically. "Good," continued Helena. "Working hours are at my discretion entirely and may include overtime. In fact I anticipate that you will often be tied up in the office after hours, if you take my meaning Miss Krause." As she spoke Helena continued to slowly prowl the room occasionally sipping her brandy and allowing the riding crop to dangle from her wrist. "I expect very high standards Miss Krause and when they are not met I will have to take corrective action. In fact I think a demonstration is appropriate as I have not forgotten your insolence in interrupting me earlier." Helena sat in the chair smoothing her skirt under her carefully. "Come Miss Krause, over my lap please, don't keep me waiting." Taylor complied a little apprehensively. Helena smoothed Taylor's skirt over his tight buttocks before administering several blows with her riding crop of such lightness that Taylor could barely feel them. "This is what happens when you annoy me Miss Krause." Although utterly painless the blows did have a very significant effect of Taylor. Already aroused, his erection became almost unbearable, which Helena observed when he was finally on his feet again. "Miss Krause I cannot fail to observe that you have an extremely well developed clitoris, rather unusual in a young woman. Now while I have no objection to this feature, which at the right time can be actually useful, you must realise that it does rather spoil the outline of your skirt. As I also feel that tight skirts are an excellent costume for you, we will need to find a solution. Miss Krause, when you are wearing a pencil skirt you will also wear an open bottom girdle to give your front the correct shape. I will not accept a panty girdle as I feel that an open girdle makes you feel a little more vulnerable and also facilitates my access should I need it. The girdle will also have straps for your stockings. When you wear a fuller A-line skirt or dress, such as a pleated or very full skirt you will be required to wear a petticoat over your slip. This should give the skirt sufficient volume to hide any little irregularities of shape which may arise, so to speak. The petticoat must produce an audible rustling sound as you move. You will of course wear at least 3 inch heels which must make a clicking sound with each step. The clicking and rustling will constantly remind you of your total femininity. Now Miss Krause do you have any questions? No? Well then I think it is time that we had a little test of your aptitude for the job that I require; follow me please." Helena swayed down the hall towards the bedroom with Taylor carefully trying to maintain his balance and keep up. Once inside the bedroom Helena regarded Taylor hungrily, slowly running her tongue over her lips. She placed both hands on Taylor's shoulders and began to push him slowly back across the room. "It is quite useless to resist Miss Krause you are completely at my mercy and I am not in a particularly merciful mood," Helena whispered. She continued to push Taylor backwards until he fell onto the bed. Helena was quickly astride him lifting her skirt and forcing her wet pussy onto his face. "Eat me," she ordered, "and make it slow and sweet." Taylor responded with enthusiasm and soon Helena was bucking wildly as she neared climax. Helena moaned with pleasure as she came, rested briefly before sliding down, grabbing Taylor's very erect penis and plunging it inside her. This time they both climaxed together. They lay for a few minutes before Helena changed position again and ordered Taylor to thoroughly clean her. Finally after she came a third time Helena rolled off Taylor and went back to the den leaving Taylor still bound on the bed. She returned carrying an official looking document and a pen. "Well Miss Krause you have performed admirably, I am happy to offer you the job. You will need to sign a contract which I have here. Let me help you," she said untying the stocking around Taylor's head and removing the panties from his mouth. "Take the pen Miss Krause and sign on the line marked with a cross." Helena placed the pen in Taylor's mouth and held up the document for Tay