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A Legal Beaver
Chapter 3
By
Stefanie Flowers
Previously Brett, my persona was now well and truly that of Britney. I
was outwardly all female. Sexy, sophisticated and beautiful. I had just
spent a year in Paris working as a model and, reaping the benefits of
that experience, had returned home with a wardrobe of expensive designer
clothing. I even had a beautiful wedding dress, but god knows that will
never be put to use. Still, I loved it so much that I just had to keep
it no matter how silly that was.
It all felt so strange being back home. Sleeping in my old bedroom not
as Brett but Britney. If I thought I could have a short reprieve from
being Britney I was sadly mistaken. All of my old male clothes had been
recycled to a charity shop. Mum and Dad had decided to make things more
easy for me by fully embracing their temporary daughter. That was not
difficult for Mum. She made no pretense at missing Brett. She'd always
wanted a daughter and now she had one. But Dad! He was the surprise. I
thought he was going to kill me when I told him that I was temporarily
going to be a girl. Now, twelve months later he was treating me as a
daughter, even calling me kitten and giving me hugs all of the time. It
was weird and upsetting. They had re-decorated my room into a girly
retreat. Pink walls and lacy pastel drapes. A large canopy bed with
satin sheets and covers; even a make-up table to boot! My brother Derek
couldn't get over his trip to visit me in Paris and all of the
girlfriends he'd made because of me. He wanted me to go back to being a
model.
In a month's time I would be starting my job assignment as a paralegal
secretary in Janet's chambers near the big London law courts. Since I
would be living here at home I had to pretend to be Brett's cousin
Britney. So I got to know all of Derek's and my old school friends again
while pretending not to have met them before. Previously I had been the
boring older brother but now I was much in demand as the fun loving,
outgoing older cousin. My life settled down into some kind of normalcy,
but I missed Paris. Most of all I missed Michelle, Bridget and
Francoise. Here, at home, I also missed not being me. Yes, I was in a
very confused mental state as to my true gender. Still, only one more
year of being Britney. Then off to college as Brett!
Unknown to me I was being carefully appraised and activities were being
planned to help me to continue to adjust to my knew identity. Powerful
forces in the background wanted me to permanently stay as a woman. I
still harbored thoughts on returning to my old male self when I finally
made it to college, but there was a whole organization studiously
working against that.
Well, it finally arrived. I was to show up for work tomorrow dressed
appropriately as a legal secretary. My uniform was a black business suit
and stiletto heels. A tight white blouse and the above the knee pencil
skirt made me look the perfect professional secretary. Of course, I had
to wear shear nylons and some attractive accessories. I chose to wear
silver jewelry. A ring on each hand, bangles on my right wrist and a
delicate ladies watch on my left. Some mascara and lip gloss, a dab of
expensive perfume behind each ear and, after slipping on a light
raincoat, I was ready to go. Dad drove me to the Underground and off I
started on the first journey of many into the City.
A gust of air pushed out of the tunnel as the train came into the
station. I felt the cold wind as it penetrated up my skirt and into my
black satin panties. Surrounded by other commuters I was swept through
the sliding double doors and onto the train while somehow managing not
to trip over my high heels. No seats available, I had to hold onto a
dangling strap working hard to keep my balance as the train accelerated
and decelerated from station to station. I hadn't realized, that no
matter how perfect my outfit was for the office, it was a disaster for
daily commuting. I soon found out that being packed like sardines in a
can, despite being uncomfortable, it was also a pretext for some men to
surreptitiously grab a feel. Men seemed to miraculously lose their
balance around me only to find my boobs as a stabilizing anchor. Some
were even more blatant and pinched my butt. Well, now I knew better.
Tomorrow I would dress down in flats and jeans. I could change into my
office outfit when I got there.
Relieved at departing the train I walked quickly to my new place of
work. I walked up to the receptionist and introduced myself. She too was
dressed very smartly and I was now glad for selecting the outfit that I
had on today. Greeted by Gerald the office manager, I was ushered into
the offices and shown around. Each lawyers office, the conference rooms,
filing rooms, coffee making machine, toilets, etc. Eventually we ended
up outside Janet's office and I was shown to my work station. It already
displayed the label Miss Britney Spears, Secretary. I could tell that I
would have to be very careful with Gerald. He had already tried to flirt
with me in just the short few minutes I had been there. The tour ended
by telling me Janet was in court today, so I'd best be useful helping to
file things. And, if I needed any help, he was at my service. In his
dreams, I thought.
I didn't feel like sitting at a desk filing my nails all day and I
suspected he actually meant working in the file room. So that's where I
spent my day helping the temps to file things away. Not really a
paralegals work but it helped pass the time. It was difficult in my
tight fitting skirt and high heels but I managed to climb a moveable
step ladder to reach even the highest file boxes. Seeing how I was
willing to muck in with the other office girls, I made some friends and
got invited out for a drink after work. I declined saying I had a long
commute home and the tube trains shut down too early to stay late. One
of the office girls, Sally, said she understood the problem.
"Come with us next time then. Keep a change of clothes at work and you
can kip at my place. That way you won't completely miss out on London's
night life."
The next day I dressed comfortably in jeans and flats. I took a small
suitcase full of smart dresses and office clothing with me. At the
office I quickly changed into my finery even putting my makeup on in the
ladies room. Janet was in the office today so I anticipated having a
busy time.
"Welcome Britney. I see that you've already made an impression on the
office staff and have settled in quite well. I run a tight ship here and
expect you to dress appropriately everyday. I expect you to keep up
what you learnt in Paris and demonstrate poise and confidence at all
times. Here's a business credit card. I expect you to maintain your
polished looks by frequent visits to the beauty salon. You must be well
quaffed and manicured at all times. You never know when you'll be
expected to help me with my clients. I expect you to charm them and keep
them satisfied with our service. This week I expect you to take lessons
in legal shorthand. Until then you won't be of much use to me. Oh, and
watch out for Gerald. He's harmless if you keep him in his place. Oh,
and yes. In private you can call me Janet but otherwise I am Ms.
Carruthers."
All I could say was "Yes Miss." She hadn't even recognized me as Brett,
the student having undergone a temporary life change in order to obtain
the scholarship that she had offered to me. It was as if I were just her
newly hired, run of the mill, legal secretary.
The days passed slowly for me. I spent most of my time typing up briefs
and filing papers. Occasionally I served coffee at meetings in the
conference room. Once in a blue moon I took short hand notes for Janet
during a meeting with clients. Was this what the legal profession was
truly like? Did I really want to be a lawyer. Why had I so stupidly
sacrificed my manhood, albeit remporarily, to become one? My legal
apprenticeship was wearing me down.
Janet never mentioned my other self. She coached me in how to sit and
show off my legs, how to smile at her clients provocatively while taking
down shorthand notes for the meeting. I often felt Janet's appraising
eyes upon me but she never said anything. It was as if she was waiting
for me to change somehow before she would share her secret with me.
After working a while for her it was obvious that her specialty was
suing insurance companies to get medical coverage for her clients
transgender operations. I also found out in the files that she was on
the board of directors for the scholarship foundation from which I was
now benefitting. What I hadn't known is that the fund was intended to
support transgender kids, not someone like me. But as she had explained,
I was a mix-up. A special case they had undertaken to correct a mistake
in my application. But how come I had been so easily converted into a
female?
Work was boring. I was however learning lots about being an attractive
young woman. As a model in Paris I had been somewhat sheltered from the
public. Now as a working girl I found out what everyday life was like
for an attractive woman. I was everywhere constantly bombarded by
propositions from males. Little did they know, they had no chance. I had
had a sexual relationship in Paris, and after the feelings it had
stirred within me, I was loathe to risk it again. Even though now in a
female body, I told myself that I still only fancied women. It was worse
when I went out with the girls to disco's and night clubs. I looked
fantastic in my Parisian designer gowns and outfits. Always saying no
was not easy!
The other girls were beginning to think me as a lesbian and determined
to set me straight by finding the perfect male for me. Eventually I was
tricked into double dating with Sally's brother Joe. I had to admit, he
was very handsome. Everything went fine at the fancy restaurant. Joe was
the perfect gentleman, holding my seat for me and making good
conversation. Afterwards we went to a dance club. Slightly inebriated I
let myself relax and enjoy dancing with him, placing my head on his
shoulders as he clasped tightly around my waist. It was fun being a
desirable woman melting into a man's arms, feeling safe and cherished.
No, I didn't go to bed with him. Late at night, at the end of a perfect
evening, he saw me safely home. I rewarded him with a passionate
farewell kiss but forced him to say farewell on the doorstep. Truth be
told, I was disappointed. My loins were wet and I wanted to feel his
penis fill the void in my groin. That's how conflicted a woman can be!
Then my female ego took a big jolt. I waited days to hear from him. How
could anyone resist me, but he never called me back. I cried and cried
my heart out. I was certainly getting a rounded education in being a
woman but maybe that was for the best. Only six months and I would be
Brett again. That would be hard to explain to Joe. Still, the night out
had not only restored my desire for sex but also my reputation as being
heterosexual.
Janet seemed to have seen something that she wanted from me. I was now
called into all of her meetings and introduced as her legal secretary.
Before long I was going out to dinner meetings and clients parties.
Janet told me to keep her clients happy. That meant providing a little
sexual titillation now and then. Sometimes they wanted more. I felt
disgusted with myself and what I was prepared to do. One evening I had
to spend the night with a fat old pig of a judge. It was a big
revelation to me for Janet's client got off the next day. It seems being
a successful lawyer also meant being something of a whore.
My year as a paralegal secretary came to an end and I now looked forward
to becoming Brett once again. Janet gave me a glowing review and I
thought I had more than paid my dues for the scholarship. Come September
I would be Brett Spears, student of law.
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