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"They're beautiful aren't they?" Kyle froze. He was so engrossed in looking at the shoe, he hadn't heard Dev come in to the stock room behind him but now he'd been caught holding a ladies," high heeled court shoe. His first instinct was to run, as he had done so many times before when he'd been up to no good but, with Dev between him and the door, he knew it was pointless. "Let me tell you about these shoes," Dev began, "they're not just a shoe but a work of art. Look at the heel, it's slender so it elongates the leg and the 4 inch heel reshapes the calf into a much more alluring form - high enough to be sexy but not too high to make it unduly difficult to walk in. Look at how pointed the toe is and how much of the foot would be on show when they're worn, further enhancing the apparent length of the leg. They're sophisticated without being tarty, they can be worn with anything from denim jeans to a business suit or cocktail dress and, a woman can't help feeling attractive wearing them." Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. Given his past, he'd expected to be told to go home and not come back rather than receiving a lecture on the sex appeal of shoes. He placed the shoe back in the box, but, as he was putting the lid on, Dev spoke again. "Would you like to try them on?" "What! You must be fucking joking. Do you think I'm some sort of pervert?" was Kyle's short sharp response. He put the shoe box back on the stock rack and carried on stacking the boxes from the delivery that had arrived an hour or two earlier. Dev smiled and gave Kyle one of those "if that's what you want" type of looks before leaving the stockroom and returning to his office. ------ It was six weeks earlier when Dev had picked up the phone to his sister Kiran. Kiran was a social worker and had had Kyle's case referred to her. Kyle had been a persistent young offender while nominally at school, although his attendance for lessons was the exception rather than the rule. Now 17, he was in local authority care and, at his latest court appearance, had been given one last chance by the judge who assured him that the next time the two of them met, it would be for him to be given a custodial sentence in a young offenders," unit. "No way," replied Dev when Kiran asked him to take Kyle on a two week unpaid work experience placement, "given his record, I won't have any stock left by the time the two weeks is up" "I'm desperate," replied Kiran, "I just need something to keep him off the streets and try and turn him around before he gets to 18 and leaves care. I promise you that I'll personally make good any losses if he does steal anything." "I don't know," replied Dev starting to waver a bit, "what did you have in mind for him?" "Can't he stack shelves or something?" Kiran suggested, "just find him something that'll keep him occupied and his mind off crime. Anyway, in case you forgot, you owe me a favour" "OK, but one slip up and he's out," declared Dev, finally giving way. "Thanks Dev, I really appreciate it," replied Kiran. Dev and Kiran were 2nd generation immigrants; their parents had come to the country from India 50 or so years earlier and Dev, now 47 and Kiran, 42 were both born here. Their father had started a fashion boutique shortly after arriving and, following his retirement, Dev now ran the business which, although previously successful, was now in decline and was only just providing Dev with a living. However, the hard work needed to keep the business running had meant that Dev had never had much time for dating, let alone marriage and with Kiran's interests lying with other women, their now ageing parents saw any chance of grandchildren rapidly evaporating. ------ Dev settled back down at his desk and glanced at the CCTV camera. Kyle was still putting the delivery away although, judging by the speed he was working at, he seemed determined to ensure that this one task lasted for the rest of the working day. Dev smiled to himself. Whether Kyle had realised that his every move was being watched was doubtful; if he had done, he would probably have been more discrete about his examination of the shoes which so obviously fascinated him. In fact, he'd only been in the stock room for one hour on his first Monday, two days, earlier when he first took the box down to look at the contents and had done so three further times that day and a similar number the following day. At first, Dev had thought that he may be planning on stealing them for a girlfriend but, when he'd gone down to the stockroom the evening before, he'd noticed that the box had been left askew and the shoes were a large size. One thing was certain, though, Kyle was now keeping well clear of the shoes, obviously worried about getting caught again, and that remained the same for the rest of the week. In some ways, Dev was a little disappointed. He glanced frequently at the CCTV monitor, fascinated to see what Kyle would do next but the reality was that Kyle wasn't going to do anything other than stack the shelves very, very slowly. Dev tried to put the whole incident out of his mind but the unanswered question kept flying through his mind. Why was Kyle so interested in the shoes? Dev was determined that he was going to find out and started to hatch a plan. ------ Like many Asians, Dev couldn't resist a "deal." A cheap import here, a job lot of bankrupt stock there, as long as it was suitable to sell in the shop, he'd be buying it and his haphazard approach was in many ways responsible for both the eclectic mix of styles on offer to his customers and the mediocre financial performance of the business; he never really questioned why the stock was cheap or why the previous owner was now bankrupt. Also, of course, as he had got older, he had become increasingly out of touch with what young women, or women trying to look young, were wearing and now had to resort to frequent sales to shift his hard to sell stock. It was Kiran who first suggested that Dev should consider the transgender market. Through her involvement in the local LGBT scene, she was aware of the difficulties that the CD/TG community had in buying clothes and suggested that Dev should run a dedicated TG evening once a month. Dev wasn't convinced but, after Kiran typed, "M2F," into Google images and showed him photo after photo of beautiful women wearing just the sort of clothes he wanted to sell in the shop - smart business wear, cocktail dresses, some dressed casually but most dressed elegantly - he agreed to give it a try. It was about three months earlier that he'd first opened his doors to the local transgender community for a discrete late night shopping evening. He advertised the event through a number of the online forums and, whilst financially, it was a great success, the clientele who turned up were not at all like the "girls" whose photos he'd seen online and few, if any, appeared to have made an effort to "pass" with ill-fitting clothing inappropriate for their age, poorly applied makeup and cheap wigs. The only saving grace was that he took more in receipts that evening than in the whole of the previous week and, with that sort of financial performance, he knew he'd be stupid not to continue with them. The next event was scheduled for two weeks' time and, after posting advertising notices on a few of the online transgender forums, he started his online search for new stock. ------ As Kyle went into the staff room to pick up his coat to go home on Friday night, he was surprised to see a plain carrier bag with his other things. He looked inside and saw a note attached to a shoe box: "I hope these are the right size for her. If not, let me know and we can swop them. Have a good weekend, Dev." The box, of course, contained the shoes he'd been admiring earlier in the week. After Kyle had left for the weekend Dev went into the staff room and saw that all of Kyle's things, including the carrier bag had gone. Of course, he may have been looking at the shoes for a girlfriend. Alternatively, he may have taken them to sell for a few pounds to one of the local market traders. Needless to say, those were not the alternatives at the forefront of Dev's mind as he imagined Kyle removing the shoes from their boxes in the privacy of his own home. But given Kyle's background and his forthright dismissal of Dev's suggestion that he might like to try them on, was he right in thinking that Kyle had a personal interest in the shoes? ------ Kyle had led a troubled life. Brought up by his mother after his father left home shortly after he was born, he'd been in and out of trouble for most of his life. His crimes were mostly petty theft but he also frequently got into fights and already had one conviction for assault. For those who had known Kyle for a few years, it was hard to believe that he had this side to him; in his younger days, his boyish looks and blond hair projected the image of a choirboy rather than a criminal but now, things were changing. His hair was long, greasy and unkempt and, whilst he still had his boyish looks, they were gradually being replaced by the more menacing scowl of a "ne'er do well." It was certainly not hard to imagine him on a police "mugshot" or wanted poster as he mooched around, never smiling. When Kyle turned up for work on the first morning, Dev's heart sank. Given Kyle's background, he'd expected the worst but looking at the teenager scowling back from under his hoodie made him realise that, with customers at the shop far from plentiful, the sight of Kyle scowling at anyone who came through the door could only reduce the footfall further. The only viable option was to consign Kyle to the stockroom as Kiran had suggested and hope for the best. Still, there was a positive as the first week ended; the shop's stock appeared to be intact with nothing missing as far as Dev could tell. ------ "Were the shoes the right size?" asked Dev as Kyle arrived for his second and final week. "What? Oh yeah, she liked them," came the underwhelming reply without a hint of gratitude and that set the tone for the week ahead. Kyle in the stockroom, working at his normal snail's pace and grunting at anyone who went near him. Dev glancing regularly at the CCTV monitor to see what Kyle was up to and being sworn at a couple of times when he asked Kyle if he could try working a bit faster. As Kyle arrived on Thursday morning, Dev showed him a set of blank shelves that he'd cleared in the stockroom. "I'm expecting a delivery of a couple of new lines today," Dev explained. "When they arrive, please can you stack them here?" Kyle grunted his approval and Dev left him to it. At 11:00am, the delivery arrived. Dev watched Kyle open the boxes and take out the goods inside on his CCTV monitor. After being caught admiring the shoes the previous week, Kyle had been very careful not to open any of the stock but, as he studied the outside of one of the boxes, his curiosity got the better of him. As Dev watched on the monitor, Kyle removed one of the two objects from the box and, holding it in his hand, stared down at it, transfixed. It was a woman's breast, or to be more precise, a breast form complete with realistic nipple. He appeared to be fascinated by the breast, squeezing it this way and that for several minutes and playing with the nipple before finally packing it back in the box with its companion and putting it on the shelves. The next shipping box contained a collection of wigs and, again, Kyle examined the photos on the front of the boxes - all beautiful women modelling the wigs inside - before stacking them on the shelves. Kyle's fascination with the shoes, breast forms and wigs played on Dev's mind and, as he sat in the office after the shop was closed, he started thinking. Whilst he knew that he should have been glad to see the back of Kyle, he wanted answers and as Friday drew to a close and Kyle was collecting his things for the final time, Dev asked if he could have a word. "Well, you got through two weeks. How did you enjoy the experience?" he started. "Fuckin' boring to tell you the truth," came the depressingly predictable reply. "So you prefer the excitement of stealing smartphones, do you? It must have been quite a strain doing two weeks work without wondering whether the police were going to come and arrest you?" "Yeah, so what?" "So don't you think it's better to earn money honestly than by nicking other people's stuff and flogging it to some bloke in the pub?" retorted Dev, trying his best to speak in a language that would get through to Kyle. "Well, it would be but you paid me fuck all so smartphones are my only source of income." "OK, then. Come here on Monday morning for a one month trial. I'll pay you a proper wage but I expect you to do a proper day's work and at my pace, not yours. But make no mistake, one slip up and you're out." "We'll see," replied Kyle with a glimmer of a smile. Even as Dev was making the offer to Kyle, he couldn't believe he was doing it. Paying Kyle a wage was going to stretch his already tight finances but he saw Kyle as a challenge. Nothing had gone missing and there was still the question of the shoes which remained unanswered but, as Kyle left for the weekend, Dev was determined that he'd have answers by the time the month was up. Assuming, of course, Kyle turned up for work on Monday. ------ By 10:00 on Monday morning, it was becoming apparent that Kyle had probably decided not to return. Attempts to phone him had failed and Dev had decided not to bother spending any more time trying to track him down and had returned to his office. He was therefore surprised when, 15 monutes later, Kyle burst through into his office. "Sorry I'm late. My mum had a spot of bother that I had to sort out." "You should have phoned to let me know." "Couldn't, my phone got nicked." Dev chuckled to himself as he thought of the irony; one of the local phone thieves on the receiving end of crime. "Anyway, you're here now so you can make up the time. Before you start, though, can you stay late tomorrow night?" "Why?" "We're having our monthly open evening for the local LGBT community and I could do with some help." "What's L-B-G-T?" "It's LGBT - lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender and tomorrow is for the transgender community." Kyle erupted, "Fucking queers? Is this some form of joke? I don't want to mix with that lot. Anyway, I've got other plans." "Other plans?" questioned Dev. "What is it tomorrow, nicking more smartphones? Hot wiring a car and going on a joyride or getting into a fight? No one's asking you to sleep with any of them, you can stay in the stockroom if you want to but it's our busiest day of the month and I could do with some help. And I'll pay you double your hourly rate for the four hours which has got to be worth at least a couple of nicked phones." The thought of more money was sufficient to bring Kyle round and he grudgingly agreed before making his way to the stockroom to sort out the first delivery of the day. ------ The following evening, Dev opened the doors to the transgender community. Kyle had well and truly buried himself in the stockroom and Dev and Sue, his assistant, were doing their best to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary while helping a collection of crossdressers who looked even less convincing as females than the attendees the month before. At around 8:00pm, the initial rush had subsided and, as he tidied up the clothing rails, he didn't notice the slim, attractive woman in her mid-30s walking towards him. Tall, wearing high heeled ankle boots, skinny jeans and a black leather jacket with long dark hair, she was just the sort of customer he wanted to attract to the shop but not, of course, on one of his transgender evenings where he promised his customers total discretion and privacy. "Oh, I'm sorry madam, this is a special event tonight and we're not open to the public," Dev apologised, dismayed at having to ask his attractive customer to leave. "I know," replied the customer in a voice which, whilst sounding feminine, had unmistakeably masculine overtones. She held out her hand before continuing, "I'm Nikki. I run the local trans group and my girls have all been telling me how supportive you've been over the last few months so I came to see for myself." Laughing, Nikki then added, "Thanks for the compliment too, it's nice to be mistaken for a natural woman!" Dev was stunned. "But you look so different to the others," he stuttered. "The thing to remember," explained Nikki, "is that like all other humans, we're all different. Most of the girls here tonight are crossdressers. They're content as guys but, from time to time, like to explore and experience their feminine side. On the other hand, I'm transitioning to become a woman. I live full time as a female, take female hormones and am undergoing a series of surgeries to correct my body." Dev nodded as he started to understand. "Anyway," Nikki continued, "I didn't come here to talk about me. I'd like to have a look around if that's OK. Is it just the two of you here?" "No," Dev replied, "we've also got Kyle who's working in the stockroom. This sort of event isn't his cup of tea so he prefers to stay out of sight as far as possible. Feel free to go and talk to him but, I'll apologise in advance if he's rude to you. He's a young offender and I've taken him on as a favour to my sister." Nikki smiled, thanked Dev and started looking around the shop. By 9:00, the last customer had left and Dev locked the door and turned off the shop lights. As he walked towards the stockroom to tell Kyle that it was time to go home, he was surprised to see Nikki emerging. "Oh, sorry. I thought you'd already gone. I hope that Kyle didn't give you too bad an impression of our business." "Oh no, quite the opposite," replied Nikki. "You've got quite an asset there," she continued. "What? Kyle, an asset?" asked Dev incredulously. "You mean he didn't scowl and swear at you?" "On the contrary, he was very nice and showed me all of the stock you hold. You've obviously trained him well." "Are you sure we're talking about the same person?" Dev was now more confused than ever. "I'm sure," replied Nikki before continuing, "I have to go now but I'd like to talk to you more about your business as I think that there are some things I can do to help you. Would you be free at all next week?" "Yes, I'm free but would you let me buy you dinner? It's the least I can do in return for your support?" "That sounds lovely," confirmed Nikki who continued, "but I insist on it being my treat. A new Asian restaurant has opened near here which we could try. Let's say Wednesday at 7:00 and I'll book us a table on the way home if that's OK with you." "I'll look forward to it." ------ At 7:00 the following Wednesday, Dev was sitting nervously in the waiting area of the restaurant. After Nikki had left the shop the previous week, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Of course, he wondered what sort of advice she was going to give him but that was only part of it. What really preoccupied him was the thought that, until recently, she'd been male and yet she was now one of the most attractive women he'd ever seen. Every time he managed to convince himself that being attracted to her was very wrong, an image of her popped back into his mind and he was back to square one. As he sat there, he almost hoped that she would arrive for the meal looking like her old male self so that he could resolve his feelings for once and for all. At about 7:10, Nikki arrived and all of Dev's hopes of putting any thoughts of attraction to her out of his mind imploded. Facially, she was even more attractive than he had remembered and, in place of her jeans and leather jacket, she had chosen a simple black dress hanging two or three inches above the knee and heels. The dress showed off all of her feminine curves to perfection and, if Dev had been hoping to sell her a pair of breast forms, he was going to be bitterly disappointed as the surgeons had obviously beaten him to it! As they sat down at their table, Dev couldn't help noticing that three places were set. "Is someone else joining us?" he asked a little puzzled. "All will be revealed in due course," replied Nikki smiling enigmatically. "Anyway, let's not worry about that as I've got a few ideas for you." "I'm intrigued." "Well, first of all," Nikki started, "your mix of stock is, shall we say, a little unusual. It's almost as if you've been buying things in because you got a good deal but without any thought as to who your target market is and how the various garments can be combined into an outfit." "Guilty as charged," laughed Dev, "but what's wrong with that? You saw how busy I was last Tuesday evening?" "Yes but, with respect to my community, they'll buy things as long as they look feminine without any regard to whether a normal woman would wear them. Are you busy on your normal trading days?" "You're right," agreed Dev, "we really struggle normally." "That was obvious from the amount of unsold stock gathering dust in your stockroom. It's just costing you money and you need to deal with it." "So what do I do about it?" asked Dev. "I'll come onto that in a moment but I haven't finished on the issues yet. You've seen how successful your monthly evenings are but you can do much, much better. The transgender and crossdressing market is a lot bigger than you'd imagine but the girls face two major challenges. Firstly finding stuff that fits their larger frames and secondly overcoming their fear of buying female garments in person. Your evenings are fine but I'll guarantee you that there are many more guys who are too nervous to attend in their male clothes in case anyone recognises them and unable to attend dressed due to their family situation." "OK, I understand but what am I supposed to do about it?" Dev was, by now, starting to get quite worried about what Nikki was going to suggest. "First of all, you need to have a sale for all of your dormant stock. You probably won't even get back what you paid for it but you'll clear up space and get some money in the bank. Anything that remains unsold at the end of it can just be given to charity. Next, you need to decide on your target market. Forget young girls as they're just interested in cheap, fast fashion. Aim your stock at women around my age and you'll not only be able to build a bit of brand loyalty but, if you buy in plus sizes too, you'll also be able to please the TG community, many of whom wish they were still in their 30s. If you can find two or three suppliers that can provide you with the right stock at the right price and you display it properly, you'll soon notice the difference!" "Wow," Dev exclaimed, "that's quite a lot to take in" "Oh, I'm not finished yet," laughed Nikki, "you're already stocking breast forms and wigs for your TG customers but why not widen the range - cosmetics and shapewear are just two areas you could achieve a quick win but there are plenty of other things you could do like beauty advice and a full dressing and photographic service. And to get to the maximum possible number of people, you need a decent social media presence and a mail order offering." Dev breathed out slowly, his brow furrowed with stress. , "Nikki. All of this sounds wonderful but I just don't have the resources or knowledge to make it work" "I thought you'd say that," laughed Nikki, "so I took the liberty of inviting someone along tonight who may be able to help you." With his back to the door, Dev was unable to see Nikki as she made her way back to the restaurant waiting area before returning with a young woman. "This is your new assistant who can help you run everything. I think you two already know each other," Nikki giggled as she and her companion arrived back at the table. Dev looked at the young woman in front of him, attractive with long blond hair and no more than 20 years old. Of course, as he looked at her immaculate hair & striking makeup, neatly manicured and varnished nails and wearing what can only be described as a skimpy vest showing her cleavage and a short skirt which showed off her long legs, he knew that this had to be one of Nikki's transgender friends. It was only when he looked at her shoes which seemed somehow familiar that the realisation started to hit him. He looked back at her face and stared hard. "Kyle? Is that you?" "I think we should call her Kylie tonight," corrected Nikki with a twinkle in her eye. "You, you look amazing," stuttered Dev, completely floored by Kyle's transformation, "but I think you've both got rather a lot of explaining to do." Nikki spoke first. "When you told me about Kylie, or Kyle as she was then, I expected the worst and, in all honesty, I wasn't disappointed. The scowling surly teenager that confronted me was just as you'd described them. But what struck me more than anything was that it was like being faced by my younger self. I was forever getting into trouble with the police and had this internal anger and rebellious streak that I just didn't understand. In those days, about 20 years ago, society didn't understand transgender issues as they do now so I just suffered in silence, knowing that something was wrong but not being able to identify what it was." "So what made you realise that you wanted to be a woman?" enquired Dev. "It sounds really stupid but it was a fancy dress party. My friends thought it would be fun to cross dress - all the guys going as girls and all of the girls going as guys. When the girls had finished putting makeup on me and styling my hair, I looked in the mirror and it was as if a light went on. That was when everything finally made sense. When I started talking to Kylie, I had no idea of what she was going through. I just wanted to tell her that no matter how bad things seem, they can get better but only if she takes control of them." The fact that Nikki was referring to Kyle as "she" and "Kylie" was not lost on Dev who sensed there was still much more of the story to hear. "That's right," agreed Kylie, "Nikki looked so different to the other customers that I just assumed that she was a natural woman. The only reason I paid any attention to her was that she looked so attractive so when she asked me about the stock, I thought I'd try and impress her with my knowledge." "Yes," laughed Nikki, "I've never heard of a simple pair of court shoes being referred to as a work of art before! Anyway, when she'd finished showing me around, we sat down and I told her my story and, as I was finishing, I noticed tears in her eyes. It was then that she told me about the shoes you gave her and how she'd worn them in her room after work every evening and practised walking in them, wishing that she had been born differently and they were her normal footwear." Kylie took up the story. "I guess I'd known for some time that things weren't right but I was continually fighting the feelings. After all, how do you go and tell your mates that you wished you'd been born a girl, particularly if several of them had convictions for assault and would have had no hesitation in beating you to within an inch of your life? In the end you just keep quiet and hope the feelings go away but they never do and the anger just builds up inside you. And as a result, you do stupid things and get into trouble, both to impress your mates and because you can't control yourself any more. So when Nikki told me her story, it was like hearing about an alternative to what I thought my own future was going to be and that's when the dam finally broke. Through the tears, I heard her ask me if I thought I may be transgender and, for the first time in my life, I felt honest enough to say yes." "After that, things were easy," continued Nikki, "I asked her if she would like my help and, without hesitating she said yes so we've spent quite a lot of time together over the past week getting her prepared for tonight and the rest of her life. And, as I'm sure you realise, as a teenager, anything she doesn't know about social media isn't worth knowing and, between the three of us, I think we can really make your business into something special." Dev just sat there stunned trying to process everything he'd just heard and still trying to reconcile the confident attractive, young woman in front of him with the foul mouthed, monosyllabic delinquent he'd given a job to. Finally, he spoke. "So, Kylie, what does your mother think about this?" "Think about it," Kylie replied, "Layabout son one step away from prison or well behaved daughter. Which would you choose?" "I see your point," agreed Dev. "But what about your friends." "Oh shit. I forgot was supposed to be meeting them ten minutes ago," replied Kylie who was immediately told by Nikki that young ladies should not use words like that. "Well their girlfriends all took me under their wing and told the boys not to lay a finger on me if they wanted their relationships to continue. I actually think one of the guys has a crush on me but, to be honest, I'm past all of that now and need to move on. Anyway, who do you want to see at work tomorrow - Kyle or Kylie?" "Let me think," replied Dev stroking his chin, "Layabout delinquent or well behaved young lady. Which would you choose?" Kylie laughed as she got up from the table before Dev added, "But if you could wear slightly less revealing and more professional clothes tomorrow, it would be appreciated." "Frightened I may distract you from your work are you?" giggled Kylie before cheekily blowing him a kiss. And then she was gone. Dev sat there stunned still not quite believing what he'd just witnessed. "Have I just been dreaming?" he finally asked, "and, if not, how did you do it?" "No, you haven't been dreaming and, with someone as young as Kylie, it's not that difficult. A couple of foundation garments to give her a more feminine shape, clever application of makeup and the rest was clothing and hairstyle. Oh and not to forget her personality. What you saw is who she really is. All of the scowling, swearing and general unpleasantness was just her way of coping with the stress of not being able to express herself." "Yes, but what about her, er..." Dev went a little red as he pointed to his chest. Nikki laughed. "Breast forms and surgical tape! Anyway, it's getting late and I should go." Knowing that Nikki lived about 10 minutes away and had walked to the restaurant, Dev offered to walk with her and, as they arrived at Nikki's front door, Dev thanked her for a lovely and, as he put it, unbelievable evening. "Why don't you come in for a coffee?" Nikki asked, "there's something else I'd like to talk to you about." Dev accepted and settled down on the sofa while Nikki made the drinks. After putting the tray down on the table, she sat by Dev on the sofa, kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs under her. "So," she started, "I've spent the whole evening with you and still don't know much about you. What I'd really like to know is how come a guy like you has never married? You're kind and generous and would be a great catch for someone." Dev blushed. "I guess the easy answer is that the right woman has never come along but I suppose that I was just too choosy when I was younger and now it just feels too late." "Oh, it's never too late," laughed Nikki, "but you must never give up and be open to every possibility. So tell me about your ideal woman" Dev blushed even more. "I'm not sure. I mean, er, I suppose she's pretty and nicely dressed, even when she's in casual clothes." Nikki laughed, "OK, that's a start, but what's she really like?" "I suppose she's successful and knows what she wants. She's independent but, at the same time, supports me and is there to pick me up when things don't go right." "Gosh, that's quite a list but do you know something? There are plenty of women like that around and, as long as you're in the right place at the right time, a good looking guy like you should have no difficulty." As Dev looked at Nikki to thank her for the compliment, he noticed that she was just looking into his eyes and smiling. It was then that he realised that he'd just described the woman sitting next to him and he started to feel aroused. He reached over to the table for his coffee and, in doing so, accidentally brushed his hand against her leg; the nylon felt so soft and he so badly wanted to caress it but he quickly moved his hand away as the last thing he wanted was for Nikki to feel threatened in her own home. Nikki moved closer to him so that their bodies were touching. Dev felt his erection get even bigger and, as he looked down, there was now an unmistaken bulge in his trousers. He panicked. What would Nikki think? He looked at his watch. "Oh, is that the time?" he exclaimed as he stood up, "I'd better let you get some sleep." Nikki knew it was time to get a grip of things. "Dev. Are you attracted to me?" Dev went beetroot coloured with embarrassment. Nikki continued, "I'll guess from your reaction and from what's going on, "down below," that you are. Do you know what it means when a girl invites her date in for coffee? It means that she doesn't want the evening to end, not that she's thirsty! Now, come and sit down again and let's carry on where we left off" Dev did as he was told and Nikki moved as close as she could to him. "Now, I think we'd worked out that your dream woman is sitting next to you and, before she was interrupted, your dream woman was about to tell you how attracted to you she is. Now, in a situation like this, you don't look at your watch and run away. You take your dream woman in your arms and kiss her so let me make it easy for you." Nikki moved towards Dev and their lips met. As Dev put his arms around Nikki, he felt her tongue enter his mouth, exploring every nook and cranny as it went. As he closed his eyes, her tongue met his as if to say, "come and play," and, as his whole body tingled with delight, he held Nikki tight as if he never wanted to let go. When their lips finally parted, Nikki rested her head on Dev's shoulder and gently caressed the now very obvious bulge in Dev's trousers. "We've got a couple of problems here," Nikki whispered, "the first one is what we're going to do to put this poor thing out of his misery as I don't think your trousers are going to be able to keep him under control for much longer. The second is that I so badly want you inside me but I'm not a complete woman yet so if the thought of that is a turnoff for you, I can please you in other ways." Finally Dev's inhibitions evaporated. He stood up and holding Nikki's hand gently tugged on it inviting her to stand too. As she did so, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom where he gently set her down on the bed. As they both undressed, Dev noticed Nikki's male organs, shrunken through the high doses of female hormones she had taken; as his eyes travelled up past her perfect breasts to her smouldering eyes, he realised that he didn't care any more than he would have done if she'd had any other birth defect and he would take her in any way he could. "I want you now," Dev gasped, his rock hard penis leaving no doubt in Nikki's mind as to how he wanted her. She reached into her bedside drawer and removed a condom which she gently unrolled onto Dev's penis before applying lubricating gel. As she turned over, she felt Dev enter her, moaning with delight as he moved back and forth inside her. Finally, she felt Dev erupt, his pulsating head exciting her as never before. When Dev finally withdrew, she removed the condom before gently licking the remains of his cum from his penis and settling into his arms. As they both drifted off to sleep, Dev smiled to himself. He'd been correct; the right woman never had come along and maybe he had been a bit too choosy but it had been worth the wait. He was now holding the woman of his dreams and he never wanted to let her go. ------ It was 9:00am before Dev and Nikki woke up. He started to panic but Nikki just told him to relax as she was sure that the shop could function without him for an hour or two. At just before 11:00, Dev was finally walking through the door of the shop. "And what time do you call this?" He turned round to see Kylie behind him, this time dressed in a plain white blouse, slightly flared trousers and flat ballet pumps and with neatly styled hair and makeup. "Oh Kylie, I see you've made a start. Love the outfit, by the way," stuttered Dev feeling rather guilty that he was now the unreliable member of staff. "Thank you," she replied, "I thought I'd tone the outfit down today as we couldn't have you distracted could we? Although, given what time it is, I guess you got distracted in other ways?" "Er, something came up," stuttered Dev. "I'm sure it did!" she giggled. "Well, who can blame you? We trans girls are something special, aren't we? Anyway, let's get on as we've got a business to grow here." Dev just smiled. If someone had told him that, one day, he would not only have had a transgender partner but would also have been instrumental in another transwoman realising who she really was, he would never have believed them. His life had gone in a direction he'd never thought possible and, with two attractive and confident women now by his side, he knew that he wouldn't want to change a thing.