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A Legal Beaver
Chapter 4
By
Stefanie Flowers
The story so far:
Brett is a 17 year old desperate to go to college and become a lawyer. He
has no money but is offered a fully paid scholarship provided he completes
its pre-college work assignments. The assignments are carefully
structured to help build social skills, instill personal confidence and
offer experience in the chosen field of study.
Unfortunately, through his brothers meddling and his own stupidity, his
application had him down as Britney, a teenage girl. His benefactors
offered the scholarship thinking him to be a socially awkward tomboy. On
correcting the misunderstanding Brett learnt that he no longer met the
requirements. The assignments had been specifically designed and set up
for a girl. Janet, Brett's sponsor in the scholarship program, is a lawyer
specializing in transgender rights. Through her contacts she has access to
a new medical procedure that could remove a mans Y chromosomes. It was as
yet untested but theoretically would painlessly and rapidly turn Brett
into a woman. Later, replacing the Y chromosomes would restore his
manhood. Offered a chance to retain his scholarship by temporarily
becoming a girl he reluctantly agrees to do so.
Janet had secretly undertaken to find a suitable test subject to assess
the new medical procedure. She was fanatical about helping transgender
people to achieve their goals. If the procedure worked, it would end
transgender problems by painlessly and speedily changing people into the
gender of their wishes. She hand planned on finding a suitable transgender
person but somehow Brett had shown up at just the right time and she could
help him succeed at achieving his goals too.
So far Britney has completed the two work assignments. One in Paris as a
trainee model; the other in London as Janet's paralegal secretary. She had
started out looking like Twiggy and now, after two years as a female, her
body had filled out turning her into a very beautiful and attractive young
woman. Britney still thinks of herself as Brett and is looking forward to
starting college as her original male self.
Chapter 4
Unbelievably, I had spent the last two years living as Britney. First in
Paris as a trainee model and then in London as a paralegal secretary.
Paris had turned me into a confident sophisticated young lady. I had
learnt how to be personable and attractive as well as coming to realize
the power that a beautiful sexy woman had over men. I had also discovered
the pleasures of sex. I had been a virgin on the day of my transformation
and had never experienced intercourse as a man. I wasn't attracted to men
except for what they had to offer physically. I openly warned them not to
get too attached; for me sex was just a one night stand. Mentally I
gravitated towards women and as a result had reached out to them
homosexually. But I was stuck. I loved women but my body craved sex with
men. Then in London I had experienced the drudgery of being a lowly
secretary. Still, I had made friends and enjoyed London's nightlife. Janet
had shamelessly used me to entertain her clients. I still delighted in the
memory of this dirty old judge pulling down my panties and paddling my
bare bottom. I don't know why but it had excited me.
By now I had become so immersed in my feminine role that I behaved with
all of the mannerisms and charms of a real woman. I couldn't help myself
for physically I am all woman now. Even my family had come to fully
embrace Britney as their own. My family, it seems, was happy to erase all
memory of shy awkward Brett as if he had never existed. Derek, something
of a computer whiz, even photo shopped the family pictures replacing Brett
with Britney or a little girl that looked a lot like I would have done at
that age. It could have been just one of his practical jokes but Mum and
Dad willingly went along with the substitution making it look like I had
always been a girl. It was very disconcerting to me for I was ready and
determined to return to being Brett.
"Soon," I consoled myself. "Only a few more months and I will be starting
my first term of law school as Brett."
But first I had to spend the Summer living at home. By now I had a good
idea of how well my family and friends would accept the return of Brett
but I hoped for the best. It would take them some time but I had all
Summer long to transition back into the original me.
There was much excitement at home as I received a letter from the
prestigious University College law school in London. I screamed in
excitement as Derek read the news out loud to the family. Mum and Dad
hugged and kissed me on the cheeks. Then Mum spoiled it all by saying
we're all so proud of you Britney. Britney? I hoped that was just a
Freudian slip of the tongue. She desperately wanted me to stay as her
daughter and wasn't yet resigned to having me as her son again. I had
already told them that I would be going to college as Brett but somehow
they still didn't accept it. Checking the letter I was dismayed to see
that it really was written to a Miss Britney Spears. This had to be
another joke of Derek's but no, the letter had arrived in the post sealed
and had been opened right in front of me. It was impossible for him to
have tampered with it. Seeing the suspicion in my eyes he came up to me
giving me a brotherly hug and whispered in my ear, "Honestly Britney, it's
no joke. Besides, what's the big deal? Face it! You are all woman now and
I love having you as my sister."
Not if I could help it, I said to myself. So I called up my sponsor Ms.
Janet Carruthers, QC in the hopes of sorting out the mess. Why were these
things always happening to me?
"That's so wonderful Britney," she congratulated on hearing of my
acceptance to the college.
"But it's for Britney, not Brett!" I exclaimed in despair.
"Well of course it is dear," she responded. "You used your work study at my
chambers to support your application and had me give you a glowing
recommendation."
"Yes, but..." I said in exasperation.
"Well dear," she interrupted, "it's hardly surprising. You worked there as
Britney. I must say I was both surprised and pleased by your choice to
stay on as her. After Paris you could have transitioned back to being
Brett. Paris was the only assignment that really needed you to be female.
You came back from Paris as a happy accomplished young lady and your
parents were so pleased to now have a daughter. I thought you wanted to
continue on as Britney. Besides, when you went to Paris as a trainee model
you needed a passport. To do that we had to legally change your name to
Britney and your gender to female. I'm sure you remember signing the legal
forms. It would have been such a hassle to get it altered back in time for
working in London."
"Well yes, but ..." I started to answer while slowly realizing my
predicament.
"Well, it's too late now," she interrupted again. "The college accepted
Britney, not Brett."
I was so screwed. I'm pretty sure that she told me I had to do both
assignments as Britney. Stupidly I had not realized the implications that
would have on my attendance at college and subsequent graduation. It would
be Britney that graduated. To practice law, I would be stuck as her
forever. My emotions getting the better of me, I burst out crying at how
unfair it all was. Sobbing into the phone I said " It's all so unfair. I
never should have done this."
"Don't be so melodramatic," Janet scolded me. "It's too late to change
anything now. Look, just go through law school as Britney and then when
you graduate we can change your name and gender back to Brett. Of course,
that's only if you want to. I don't see anything wrong with being a woman.
After all, fifty percent of the population are women," she said jokingly.
Her assurances calmed me down and I laughed at her joke. I resigned myself
to three more years as Britney. It wouldn't be all that bad. Looking back
on the past two years I realized how far I had come along. But after five
years as a woman would it even be possible for Brett to return.
I still remembered the excitement of going out in public wearing my first
sexy outfit. I felt naked in a short mini skirt that exposed my thighs and
a translucent blouse that displayed my newly budding breasts. Sitting down
was worse. If I didn't do it carefully, it exposed my panties. Despite my
fear the experience had been both exciting and fun. Oh, and then there was
the trip with Michelle, Francoise and Bridget to the Cote D'Azur. My first
time in a bikini. And what a scandalous excuse for a swimsuit it was. The
bottom consisted of three strings and a small triangle of stretch satin.
The strings tied each side of my waist while one pulled tightly into the
crevice of my butt. The small triangle barely covered my vulva and clearly
outlined its slit. I had to remove all of my pubic hair. The top was no
better with just small pieces of stretch satin barely covering my nipples,
the outline of which pressed through the skimpy material. It was my
companions that pulled me onto the beach to walk along the surf with them.
I was so embarrassed at showing all of that skin and having all the men
stare at my virtually naked body. Thankfully, I had the benefit of wearing
darkly tinted sunglasses. I could check out who was looking at me without
them seeing my glances. If I could go out undressed and virtually naked
like that I could do anything. After displaying our assets in a walk along
the surf we spread our towels on the sand and enjoyed some topless sun
bathing. Of course, we knew that the men were staring at our boobs but
trying hard not to be seen doing it. That had been so much fun.
My existence in Paris had been a dream fantasy land of all things
feminine. It had taught me how to dress with style, act with poise and be
confident as a woman all while being protected from intimate interaction
with men. London had taken me out of that fantasy land and exposed me to
real life as a woman. Working day to day in a public environment I had
been exposed to the amorous advances of men determined not to accept no as
an answer. I learnt how to entice and flirt with ones I liked and how to
politely but effectively reject those I didn't. I found that being a woman
in a man's world wasn't always easy. My ideas being snubbed in meetings
only to have them stolen later by one of the men. Always expected to wait
on the men, bring them coffee and then holding their hands when they
proved incapable of doing their jobs.
Now, fully experienced at being a woman, I knew that I could handle three
more years of being one. The problem was, would Brett still be there when
it was all over.
Less than a day after her conversation with Britney, Janet was sitting
cross legged in the armchair of an expensive Mayfair club. Normally she
would not be able to enter the exclusively male domain but this was a
special room reserved for female guests to meet with club members. She
sipped at a gin and tonic while Sir Benjamin took generous gulps of twenty
year old malt whiskey.
"So how is our little project going?" he asked.
"Well, as expected, she put up some resistance to three more years of it
but soon came to realize that she had no choice, not if she wants to
become a lawyer" replied Janet.
Sir Benjamin was the sole sponsor of the scholarship foundation. His aims
were both altruistic and profit motivated. He supported Janet's work in
helping transgender people but also saw how to make money out of the good
cause. Besides many other commercial enterprises, he was CEO of a large
pharmaceutical company that had developed the new fast method of
converting males to females. It was a potential gold mine. The company
could easily have found a transgender subject with which to test out the
new treatment but Sir Benjamin, for his own perverse reasons, wanted to
use heterosexual subjects. He was curious to find out if they would
undergo sexual re-orientation when living in a transformed body. Britney
was going to help him find out.
Britney was now part of a much larger experimental program. No sooner had
Brett's Y chromosomes been removed than they had been donated to a
heterosexual female of the same age. For her it had been a true medical
need to stay alive; a horrible genetic disease that Brett's Y chromosomes
would cure. After voluntarily submitting to the treatment she had
successfully been transformed into a male and, knowing it had saved her
life, enthusiastically worked to adapt to her new gender. She chose Jason
as her new male name while keeping her family name of Worthing. The new
Jason held aspirations of running a business and, with the help of the
scholarship foundation, decided to study business management. Her parents,
also grateful of their daughters new chance at life, embraced Jason as
their son.
"Janet, you've done a wonderful job with Britney. Now you need to help
facilitate the next step of the experimental program. I have this business
intern Jason that, like Britney, has undergone a gender change. I want you
to see that these two meet and interact with each other."
"What's so special about Jason?"
"Well, we used Britney's Y chromosomes to convert her into a man. I want
us to act as match makers and see if they fall for each other. Maybe we
can get them to accept and voluntarily stay in their new genders."
"That's not only sick," said Janet with disgust, "but illegal."
"Oh, don't be so sanctimonious," said Sir Benjamin. "You went along with
tricking Brett to become Britney and are just as culpable as I. Aren't you
even just a bit curious? Will Britney see his old self in Jason? Will his
Y chromosomes call out to him to mate with Jason?"
Not at all happy Janet caved saying, "OK, You're the boss," before taking a
final swig of her G&T, then standing and taking her leave. How she hated
the prig. The procedure was meant to help transgender people, not play
mind games with heterosexuals. She would never have tricked Brett if she
had known Sir Benjamin would steal his Y chromosomes and put them to such
a nefarious use. Whether she liked it or not, was Brett now stuck forever
as Britney?
Resigned to staying at home for the Summer, I took a job at the local
restaurant. I was the hostess seating people at their tables. It wasn't
for money. Just to get out of the house away from my annoying family and
avoid having to go out on any dates. The job required me to look good and
be gracious to the guests as I seated them. I wore low cut blouses and
short tight skirts. It was my job to look sexy but act innocent. The men
of course loved it while their women gave me dirty looks. I could have
made a fortune in tips but didn't want the hard work of serving tables or
having to fend off unwanted advances from the men.
September came quickly but I had one more ritual to endure before going
off to college. My nineteenth birthday! Now fully accepted as a girl I got
lots of clothing and jewelry as presents; as if I needed any after my
assignment in Paris. But yes, despite a strict discipline of dieting I had
lost my skinny stick like figure and was starting to fill out as a woman.
My breasts had grown from a B to a C and my hips. Well, shall we say they
too were more rounded. Of course, I had to endure numerous hugs and kisses
from men in the family. Some cheeky sods even gave me lingerie! More and
more people were accepting me as Britney. My whole extended family,
Uncles, Aunts and sundry, now treated me as if I had always been her. It
was a family conspiracy. How could I ever get them to switch back and see
me as Brett?
It was with a sigh of relief that it came time for me to move out of home
and into a shared bachelorettes pad in London. Two other girls, Mandy and
Alicia, were to be my flat mates. I knew them both from Janet's chambers
and they were going to be my classmates in college too. Both were
knockouts. So I had some real competition in that quarter. It was going to
be a tough three years. Studying hard, working part time at Janet's
chambers and somehow finding time to party. I was determined that, despite
having to remain female, this was also going to be a fun three years of my
life. I was now so close to becoming a lawyer that I could taste it!
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