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Political Correctness The Politics The political context of this story is important and increasingly real. Depending on your proclivities it may offer hope or despair or perhaps fantasy will become reality. I will leave you to judge. The UK Government seemed to be attracting more and more politicians who wanted to impose theoretical principles and social engineering techniques on its unsuspecting population. It was doing this whilst disregarding issues of infrastructure, good business practice and common sense. Anyone who complained was branded a racist, sexist, misogynist or simply "far right" or backward. This essentially left-wing movement to silence free speech and thought was increasingly well developed and now enshrined in many aspects of the law. The Government sought to control what you could say without getting into trouble and committing a "hate" crime. It was essentially trying to go further and control what you could think or who you could be. The Government joined Europe which also had a fairly open door policy to migrants from both inside and outside Europe. This was causing some tension amongst its indigenous population who in London and other major cities were finding themselves in the minority. The native people were effectively being discriminated against by the ironically called Equality Laws. In response to the tensions and apparent discrimination against the influx of migrants, the Government passed laws that forced companies to have a certain proportion of ethnic minorities on their staff. These laws remained, even when the minorities were actually in the majority, and so the native population were increasingly squeezed out of the best positions within their own country. Of course in reality this was no longer their country. This problem was even further strained when statistics on women consistently showed that they were earning less and achieving less senior status than men, and that even in politics, where talent is not needed, just an ability to be opinionated, talk well and sound confident, they were still significantly under represented. There was an election and a new party called "New People Power" came into power on an aggressively progressive manifesto, promising to resolve all discrimination once and for all. They would do this by progressing aggressive positive discrimination, without for a moment thinking through the true consequences of such a step, or reflecting on the complete illogic or enshrined contradiction at the centre of their policies i.e. that forced equality is actually discriminatory. So soon new laws were passed that built on the existing equality laws. These required companies to ensure that women represented at least 50% at the top three levels of all organisations. Companies were not allowed to recruit or promote men unless this proportion had been exceeded, and in addition corporation tax was set in a way that linked the proportion of women in the top jobs to the amount of corporation tax paid, by offering tax breaks to those companies employing higher proportions of women. For example, companies with over 90% women paid no corporation tax at all. This aggressive positive discrimination was meant to drive the percentage of women up once and for all but also favoured ethnic minorities, the disabled, transgendered, lesbian and gay individuals through various similar mechanisms although the gender equality incentives were the most aggressive or progressive of all, depending on your perspective. After 3 years of these policies, the proportions were generally still below 50% and so the Government starting paying a proportion of women's wages and increased the management workforce proportion required to a minimum of 75%, at which point companies also started to enjoy very significant tax breaks, on a sliding scale up to 85% when again they paid no tax at all. There was also a tax break system set up to reward companies who employed lesbians, shemales and those transitioning to become female, etc. This measure was intended as a 1 year trial. Crucially for the trial to end, it needed a further parliamentary vote, otherwise it would simply continue. At this time I worked in a big successful company and I was what is known as a "high flier" or "high achiever". My prospects looked good however in the context of the ratcheting of the legal and tax framework to favour women, as each chance for promotion came, I would be bypassed by female candidates who, even whilst trying hard to remain objective, in my view were not quite as good a myself. My managers were honest and explained they were trying to hit the quotas. The male managers started to be replaced. The female managers did not have to explain, everyone just knew the score. I had always been aware of fringe clubs for cross dressers and that some men chose to completely change their sex and become women. Over a period of a few years I had noticed that whilst the politics was changing, the number of clubs and amount of discussion and TV programmes and media coverage seemed to be growing. Shemales, transvestites and transsexuals were becoming more mainstream and even cool. One day I was watching an action hero style film on TV. I noticed that the women were portrayed as amazingly athletic and tended to dominate and out do the male bad guys, in both cunning and also even in physical combat. I was thinking that some of the men were clearly very strong and yet these slim women in sexy outfits seemed to easily overcome them with even breaking their nails. Whilst the films were obviously unrealistic, I did not mind one bit as I always enjoyed watching sexy women and the action scenes were well performed. Being a male and a cross dresser I simply loved looking at women in sexy clothes and of course fantasised about both the women and the clothes, and especially the dominant nature of these particular women. Do all men secretly want to be dominated by sexy women? I had progressed my cross dressing slowly but steadily over very many years. Sometimes it had had to take a back seat and I could only read stories and fantasise and sometimes I had had more opportunity to experiment with clothes, make-up, shoes and the rest. I had slimmed down and my fairly frequent use of corsets had helped me stay slender. I had shaved my legs. I had also realised that if I wore fairly thick rimmed specs, I could get away with trimming my eyebrows to a more feminine shape without being spotted and of course I had pierced my ears as that was regarded as a hip thing for a male these days and my longish hair mainly covered them anyway. I kept my nails slightly longer than a male should and they were also neatly manicured. Of course I removed my nail varnish for work but I often had bright red toe nails under my male socks and shoes. There was also an excitement of being caught and I wondered what would happen if someone dropped something heavy on my foot. Would I be exposed? Whilst I found all the political correctness somewhat annoying, and the impact on my career frustrating, I was intrigued at the latest politically correct agenda. More men were choosing to transition, possibly because of all the strong female stereotypes and the fabulous clothing, and range of visual options women enjoyed, and now of course also partly due to the better employment prospects. The amusing part was the feminists were unhappy that women who changed sex were legally regarded as full women, not half women, or part women but the equivalent of natural women. Whilst this was fascinating at some levels, as it appeared women were almost being eclipsed by their own sexist behaviour, I began to realise it could also have far reaching legal and social implications. I worked at a large engineering consultancy and they had managed to get to the 50% female mark with great difficulty, and initially enjoyed some tax breaks. It was not that there was any discrimination against women in the first place, but simply that more men tried to obtain the engineering qualifications needed to join the profession. Some of our rival companies had gone bust, as they did not reach the required percentage and so could no longer compete with companies who had obtained the tax breaks. Essentially there was a battle for female employees and the companies that were first to reach the quotas were able to pay far more and so those companies that did not keep up quickly lost all their female staff in a sort of spiralling effect. As the percentage requirement increased further the companies were really struggling because the number of women entering the engineering profession was still fairly low and so it was a massive supply and demand challenge. Our company started offering staff massive finders fees for anyone who could attract a new female employee. ?45,000 for a lesbian woman who had transitioned from a male, ?40,000 for a lesbian woman, ?35,000 for a shemale ?30,000 for a woman, ?25,000 for a tranny. It dawned on me that for those sums you could actually afford to support someone through full sex re-assignment surgery, with clothing make-up, the legalities, the lot. The other unspoken question for me was if I revealed my hobby would that actually support my career progression? I was simply not brave enough to find out. I figured that once that "genie" was out of the bottle I would never get it back in and I also liked the secretive side of my life. My secret alter ego. One evening I tuned into a specialist programme/documentary featuring a company called Women Only Ltd, that specialised in helping men "address their current social problems,"...and become women. Apparently being male had suddenly become an unacceptable social problem? My mind was reeling at the implications. The process started by helping them also explore their feminine side to see if they were suited to being women before committing. The women surgeons and make-up artists were all gorgeous and they showed various before and after shots of men who they had "helped'. The men, or should I say, women, spoke very highly of their experience and that not only were they delighted with their look, they had now finally got the promotion and social status they wanted. It was clear that the laws that protected the transgendered meant that once a man had had the sex change operation he was legally allowed to re-register as a woman and the law treated him/her as a woman. In fact the programme explained that companies welcomed such candidates as they counted more towards corporate tax breaks than natural women and some firms were willing to sponsor their male executives to transition to achieve their percentages and drive their corporation tax and wage bills down. I realised this could easily be my situation and found the whole programme very worrying and disturbing but given my interests, I was also seriously intrigued and turned on. I sighed and thought how odd the world was becoming. I was really a closet tranny and only fantasised about transitioning. It seemed that society was starting to knock on the door of my closet or possibly even force it off its hinges. After the film, I watched the news and there was an item on crime which showed that in areas where more men had changed sex, both violent crime and all crime was down. So were road casualties. According to projections, if 90% of the population became women, then there would no longer be a need for a significant police force and this would save a fortune. A spokeswoman from the New People Party said the Government were looking into the research and considering how to bring forward policies around the issue, possibly offering enhanced benefits to women and allowing individuals to simply ask their doctors to change their sex rather than have to undergo any physiological assessment, as had traditionally been the case. Also, they promised to reduce waiting times for this type of surgery to 2 weeks. 2 weeks! For most serious medical issues you would be lucky to get an op within 6 months. They were also intending to promote gender choice as part of fertility treatment as it had been recognised that it would be more efficient if there were simply less men in the first place. On another new item it seemed that the government were keen to reduce prison costs and in view of the crime statistics, men currently convicted of rape and serving a sentence or in any new convictions would no longer be imprisoned. Well technically they would serve 2 years but this period would be used to forcibly re-assign their gender. The Women Only Company got another mention here. I chuckled to myself that they would be screwed,....in every sense. The Government were also planning to introduce this arrangement for serious aggressive assaults and other crimes that were considered to be largely based on aggression caused by testosterone, such as road rage. I was going to have to watch my step as I could get annoyed when driving. I found myself wondering what would happen next and if I would ever take my hobby further. I concluded that there were limits and I had always wanted children so I was not someone who would voluntarily approach their doctor. I did slightly wonder about the shemale option as keeping my male attributes but enhancing my female ones seemed like the best of both worlds although in truth I was way too scared to actually ask. 2 weeks later I could be sporting a set of D cups. What would people think? It made me so aroused just thinking about that. In yet another programme in the series from Women Only Ltd, they explained that some males were freezing their sperm before transitioning so that they could still be fathers, well mothers anyway. The advert showed two very attractive women. One was a natural woman and had had the others child. One advantage was both could breast feed. I was slightly disturbed at the thought. My reasons for staying male were fast eroding. At work we were routinely bombarded with management initiatives. PC ideas, quality improvements, health issues, etc, etc. How to be efficient. How to treat minorities. Well being. Stress management. Mental health. How women had more perception than men, etc, etc. I tended to ignore these as most of them just went away after an initial splash of ill-considered interest and a few memos from senior managers saying how important all these new ideas were. I was slightly stunned to see that in their latest initiative, the company had partnered with Women Only Ltd to help prospective men consider their options. I swallowed hard and flushed up. Wasn't that the same company I had watched the programme about? Wasn't the name of the company rather discriminatory? What options? I was forgetting the positive discrimination laws. As I read the detail, in a state of bemused surprise and stunned familiarity, I was suddenly even more shocked to see that I had been nominated by my manager for a trial session. I re-read the memo several times, I read my name at least 5 times and a knot started to develop in my stomach. I was somewhat lost for words. I looked up to see my manager, Sandra, looking at me with unusual interest, with a knowing smile on her face. She was the last woman to bypass me in the promotions stake and had therefore presumably been the one to nominate me. I flushed up and wriggled uncomfortably on my seat. The session was booked in and involved a three day away time at a country spa. We were told not to pack spare clothes but just wear jeans and a tee-shirt. I arrived early at 8am as instructed, along with 4 other males all looking equally uncomfortable. We were told to enter changing rooms and remove our clothes which were whisked away. We were given pink nightgowns and taken to the treatment area. This was essentially an extended hairdressers and we were shown around, a nail bar, hair dressing area, laser treatment and tanning booths. Each of us was ushered to a different area to start our treatments. I was taken to the laser hair removal area and invited to strip off and lie on the padded table. No less than 4 assistants started work, literally zapping every hair on my back legs, bum, scrotum, arm pits and even working on my face and brows. They noted that the hairs on my legs seemed short and my eyebrows not that heavy. I started to get an inkling that they suspected my hobby. This process took several hours. Next I was taken to the tanning booth and spray tanned a pleasing Mediterranean colour. Next my hair. First they added hair extensions and then started a dying process, then trim, curlers and set. Again, this took several hours. It was lunch time and lunch comprised a glass of water, lovely, which apparently was part of the weight reduction element of the programme. By 2pm I was hairless except for my cascading dark purple trusses, cut with bands and my toned skin. I caught a glimpse of my face and with my thinned eyebrows and exclusively feminine hair style and colour I already looked like a woman, from the neck up anyway. The next step was a manicure and pedicure and I was given 1/2" nails which were beautifully finished in red. The final steps were adding two piercings in each ear and full make-up. This included eye lash extensions. I have to say that I now looked extremely feminine, very beautiful, sexy actually. By 4pm it was time for dressing. I was taken to the wardrobe section. My assistant, Zoe, showed me how to push my balls up into my body cavity and tuck (I already knew but pretended not too). She helped me more than usual due to my rather tricky nail length as I had to wriggle into some very tight firm control panties to hold everything in place and I was prone to stab myself with my new nails. Next she lay me down and attached some lovely C cup silicone breast forms to my chest with adhesive and used some special spray to blend the seams. Then came an elasticated waist clincher that pulled me in quite a bit and finally a beautiful firm control body shaper corselette that held my penis even more securely, pulled me in further and also supported my breasts. All items were in nude colour. I looked in one of the mirrors and observed that I now had a female head and a body to match. I had done this before but I had never gone quite so far with my hair or make-up, eyebrows or eyelashes, or breast forms and their support garments were seriously effective at pulling me in. I was enjoying myself and was glad my little soldier was well secured as I would otherwise have had a raging hard-on. She helped me put on some black fishnet stockings and handed me a black leotard. Next came some 5" stiletto platform shoes that were firmly strapped to my feet. She added some bangles a watch, and some dress rings. "There," she declared me ready. "We can't call you Peter so have decided to go with Priya." She ushered me to a gym area where I met up with my bemused and very uncomfortable looking colleagues. Actually we all looked pretty hot. We were introduced to each other as Priya, Maria, Ella, Fiona and Bella. I guessed that was Michael, Eric, Frank and Bob. I suspected we had been pre-selected for our figures and looks as we all made attractive women. It was very odd to see attractive women, knowing I was one and knowing that they all fancied me and at the same time I fancied them and yet they were all men. I was seriously turned on but thankfully my new body did not give that away. We took it in turns on treadmills, exercise bikes, weights and rowing machines. They measured our heart rates throughout and we were allowed to drink water for refreshment and this doubled as our evening meal. The treadmill was quite an experience as an assistant would advise us on our foot positioning and hip movement. Essentially we had to place each foot in front of the other and in doing so our hips swayed nicely. It also seemed to squeeze my penis on each sway and was very arousing. We had to walk at least a mile in the correct way. It took most of us about 20 minutes to master the movement to the point where we were able to consistently repeat it, although most of us faltered part way through and ended up walking much further than a mile overall. Worst was the exercise bike. We had to cycle 20miles and of course the saddle meant sitting on our penis and wiggling about as we peddled. I actually orgasmed and I am pretty sure the assistant at that station realised as I saw her make a note. We had been fitted with heart monitors and so our reactions and general fitness levels were being recorded. After the 10pm late night gym workout we were all exhausted and allowed to go to our rooms. The process there was not entirely straightforward as we were allowed to strip and shower but we then had to don fresh undergarments and were given a nightie and asked to get into bed. We were given sleeping pills but as a precaution against "cheating," our wrists and ankles were secured using wide leather cuffs that were attached to even wider belts that in turn were strapped to our beds. We could only move a little bit but certainly not to the point were we could get to our penis or remove any clothes. The wrist cuffs had locks and I found the whole restraint process strangely arousing. I soon dropped off to sleep, as I was so tired. After a glass of water for breakfast, the next day we were given our pink gowns and spent the morning with a make-up assistant. We practiced various looks and basically the make-up artist would make us up explaining the process step by step. We would discuss and score the outcome of "that particular look" and its suitability for our character, hair style and social context and then it would be removed and we would try to apply it ourselves, again scoring the outcome. There was time for about 6 "looks" before "'lunch'. Yes you guessed it, this was another glass of water. The afternoon was similar except that we were given multiple outfits to try on and parade in front of the others. We had to get our walk right. Again, time for around 6 outfits each. It really reminded me of "drag race" although the outfits were less exotic although still quite glam and clubby. For the evening we were told we were going to an informal meal and night/club dance but were expected to dress to impress. We were left to decide which outfit and make-up combo would best suit us at such an event. I went with a fairly heavy make-up that made me look extremely sultry and sexy. I chose a black stretch sequin skirt and purple silk blouse to match my hair. I found a wide gold chrome metal bet that showed off my small waist. To our surprise we were handed coats. These were long black trench coats so they covered us up. We were escorted out to a stretch limo and driven to the local city. We were very excited as it was a sort of a girl's night out and none of us had been on one of those before. We were also very nervous but were able to re-assure each other that we could all pass and everyone looked great. Legs, high heels, glam, perfume and sequins everywhere. First, we went to a restaurant and we were all starving although the meal had been pre-ordered and comprised a light salad, but we were allowed wine. After the "fine" dining experience we were taken to a real nightclub. I am pretty sure the doormen thought we were actual women and of course hot women are always allowed in. We had been given handbags for spare make-up and we still had our assistants to get us drinks and dance with us. The assistants helped us develop our female dance moves that were more hip based than my usual. We did the dancing around the handbags ritual. Any male advances, that were quite numerous, were rebutted by our assistants and there was quite a bit of hand holding so we gave out the right "unavailable" vibe. All in all it was a great night. We got back to our rooms and were asked if we wanted to change and just sleep in the pink gown or repeat the previous nights arrangement. I was shy but decided to stay on "enfemme'. I noticed my assistant Zoe looked pleased and once she had secured me she kissed me on the cheek. The following day was all about assessments. We were shown images of men and women and asked about how they looked, what we liked and disliked. These ranged from everyday looks to extreme high fashion and dominatrix looks and scenarios. Again we were wired with monitors. After lunch we had a session of hypnosis and the monitoring sessions were repeated. We also had a session with a psychiatrist. Again that night we had to chose our sleeping preference and I opted for the bondage enfemme arrangement. The following morning our male clothes were returned. I was asked if I wanted to dye my hair back to brown but they assured me I could wear a cap at work if I preferred. I decided to go down the cap route. I also retained the extra ear piercing studs and lashes. I do not know why I made those decisions, I think my attitude to where the "safe" line was drawn had simply moved and I was more comfortable about my real self. During the day we were emailed our event assessment reports. These ranked us on a scale of 1 to 10 in terms of our suitability to transition. Mine read as follows: 1) Fashion sense - 10 2) Make-up sense - 9 3) Make-up skill - 8 4) Body shape - 8 5) Hair style - 10 6) Can appear female - 10 7) Can master female movement - 10 8) Attractiveness score while a female on the evaluation - 8 9) Potential attractiveness score - 10. 10) Voice - 7 11) Resistance - 10 (meaning no resistance) 12) Apparent desire to co-operate - 10+ 13) Prospect for part re-assignment (shemale) - 10* (positively recommended) 14) Prospect for full gender re-assignment - 7 (likely but unknown at this stage) 15) Mental suitability - 10 16) Pre-existing interest - 9 (estimated) 17) Risk factor (may back out or regress) - 2 (very low risk) 18) Promotional prospects post development - 7 to 9 (likely to at least become a shemale who prefers women) 19) Company benefit rating - 8 Recommendation Candidate showed signs of earlier personal interest in feminisation. Candidate showed good skills and aptitude to transition to become an extremely attractive female. Experienced some sexual desire however this appeared to remain towards other females and based on retention of male genitalia so unknown if candidate would proceed to full gender re- assignment. Candidate should be invited to progress to full trial. Shemales currently underrepresented so minimum probably company benefit is 8. Promotional prospects and company benefit could potentially reach 10 if candidate decides to fully transition. Several days later I received an invitation to a meeting with one of the senior directors, Fiona Power. The day came for the meeting and I was ushered into her office by her secretary Claire. Both women were more than averagely attractive with great figures, ample breasts, wearing tight, knee length pencil skirts, silk blouses with wide belts accentuating their small waists and high heels. Honestly I was in heaven admiring them, being with them, wanting to make love to them whilst of course in my case also secretly wanting to look like them. At the same time I was careful not to stare too lustfully or inappropriately as I know women are acutely aware of such behaviour. Fiona greeted me warmly and smiled re-assuringly and knowingly. She complemented me on my hair. She explained that she had a sensitive topic to discuss but that I might be aware the company were looking for suitable trial candidates. The conversation needed to be kept confidential but there would be no other strings attached and any decision I would make would be respected. I agreed to keep the matter confidential. She explained that the company was currently sound but they were working hard to meet the new government equality targets. They were looking for talented male staff that might be interested in improving their career prospects. "Does that sound interesting?" she asked. "Of course," I said keenly. "Good," she responded, "I thought we had spotted potential in you and your trial results were good." She went on, "I will not deceive you, the options are a little unusual, and I certainly would not want to give any offence or imply pressure." "Of course not," I responded. "I am very broad minded and nothing would really shock or offend me," I offered. "Ok, there is no easy way to explain this, there are two options, or perhaps a scale of choices." She looked at me warmly in an encouraging and supportive way. "Basically under the new equality legislation if our company employs shemales or women or lesbians, you may be aware that we can attract tax breaks." I nodded, starting to suspect I knew exactly where this was heading but partly withholding the thought as still so odd and surreal that it simply could not be happening. "With that situation in mind the company is trialling a new policy and we are looking for a first wave of volunteers to test it out. The process involves a fully supported feminisation programme that initially stops at turning talented staff into shemales. Then, if they wish to progress they can proceed to full gender re-assignment. How does that sound?" I was somewhat lost for words. There it was, I had suspected this was the direction of travel of our company and society in general however when put as simple as "do you want to make the change" it was still very stark, very shocking. More so because this was no game, my employer was seriously suggesting, encouraging actually, with an incentive, that I should start more formally, medically even, on a path to change my gender. It sounded like a dream come true, but also in a way a move to another state of being, and a step too far. I knew an average male would bulk at such an offer but at the same time I was not an average male and I was speaking to a director and needed to be professional and business like. I finally responded with, "Slightly scary," but I may have smiled a little and potentially gave my true thoughts away. She replied, "That sounds a little non-committal. Do you have any questions or other initial thoughts? In some ways the company are seeing it as any other process like gaining professional qualifications, training courses or just part of your career development appraisal." I gulped. "You mentioned lesbians but I do not see how that would be relevant?" Ms Power said, "Well it is fairly straight forward in a sense, if a male fully transitions and becomes a female, but then takes a female partner, then that of course counts double or technically triple as we would be gaining a female employee, gaining a lesbian employee and also as an added bonus, and don't take this the wrong way, I only mean mathematically, we would be losing a male employee." I gulped again, my mind reeling. I could see though how from the companies perspective this all made perfect sense. "I see," I managed to respond. "And what about career prospects?" "Well," she replied, "the first benefit is that the company instantly becomes more viable and may receive tax breaks, so your job is inherently more secure. If, for example, we need to cut staff, due to less work or less profitability, then of course we cut male staff so if you continue as a male your risk of unemployment is realistically higher. Conversely, as a shemale, female and/or lesbian, the risk would be lower. Even if this company were to fold for any reason your employment prospects would naturally be higher in the open market, as female or shemale engineers are in very great demand as you may appreciate. Also, as you have known ability, if you say became a shemale we could currently promise you a full grade to a manager role, if you transitioned to female we could go further and make you an assistant director and if you found you like women, then you could become a director like myself." "I see." I was in shock, slightly annoyed at having all my frustrations confirmed, whilst at the same time very intrigued at the prospect of further exploring my feminine side, which was after all also my favourite hobby. It made me wonder about Fiona Power. Was she originally male, was she a lesbian? "How does it work?" Ms Power explained that it starts with signing a new contract. "This sets out the process that includes ongoing medical and physiological assessments, dieting, clothing and beauty allowances, some time off to cater for any assessments, treatments, initial shopping, operations, etc and the assignment of an assistant to help you progress the necessary changes. The contract includes options for you to opt out completely at various stages, or to hold the process permanently or temporarily at different stages. For example, you could become a full-time transvestite or a shemale and decide to stop the process there, or you could transition to full female, take a male partner for a while and then progress to a female partner. You could of course back out completely before even reaching the shemale stage although that would be disappointing. Also, I need to point out that the company would not pay for you to revert back from becoming a shemale or female so in that sense it is a one way trip." "Just to clarify," I asked, "how is a shemale defined?" "Well, according to the contract a shemale is defined as someone who is living as a female, has taken female hormones for at least 12 months and/or has developed C cup sized breasts through the hormones or with the help of implants.'...... "Actually if you look at the small print we have two grades of shemale. One retained their testes and the other is clipped'. I was not sure about the term "clipped" but immediately realised what that meant. I gulped, again, and blushed but also managed to shortly lose all colour. I caught a hint of a grin on Ms Powers face although it passed quickly. I was in the company of two women who I found very attractive however it was seriously being suggested that I might like to become a women and/or be castrated. This was mind boggling but oddly also a bit of a turn on. It dawned on me that once I started, with my assessment outcome I was realistically expected to at least reach the C cup stage. In some ways this was something I really wanted, but faced with the reality of it happening and the formality of the process I was still very nervous. "I can see you will need some time to consider the matter. I will give you a copy of the contract to read and perhaps in 3 days time you could sign and return it. There is an accept and decline section to sign once you decide. We ask you not to copy it as it is strictly confidential and before I can even give you a copy I need you to sign this confidentiality agreement. If you have any further questions please come back to myself or Claire." I signed the consent, thanked her for her time and left in a shocked but excited state. On the way out she smiled at me, again with a knowing kind of smile, perhaps it was a re-assuring smile. Either way I was pleased to leave. I got home and decided to slip into something less comfortable. This involved a corselette, leotard, stretch skirt and high heels. I did my make-up and nails and combed my new fabulous hair out. I noticed my make-up was way better than usual, partly due to my very feminine eyebrows and eyelashes and partly due to all the practice. Reading the contract I could see they had thought it through. It set out the process in great detail including the possible timings of the various steps and the points when I could hold or leave the programme. I got very excited and actually orgasmed at the point where they check your breast development and schedule breast enhancement surgery. I cleaned myself up but stayed dressed. I decided to re-watch the Women Only Ltd documentary again as further preparation. This only made me more and more aroused and wishing I could just let go and agree. I was not expecting visitors and was surprised when my doorbell rang. I was even more surprised to find Zoe at the door. Given that I was dressed rather sexily in female clothes I thought about pretending to be out. Then I reasoned that she had seen me dressed already and in this day and age it was not that shocking. I invited her in and offered her a glass of wine. She smiled and accepted the wine and without missing a beat complemented me on my appearance, "You are looking fab tonight." "So are you," I managed. This was true actually. She handed me her trenchcoat and beneath it she was wearing a leopard print skin tight mini dress that clung to her in all the right places. She had black stiletto platform heels and fishnet tights and looked seriously sexy. She kissed me on the lips. But just a peck. My heart missed a beat. My penis would have sprung to attention had it not been well secured between my legs. She explained that the company do follow up visits with prospective candidates although she conceded that to be very honest these were meant to be in the workplace rather than the home. I said it was great to see her and very nice of her to take the trouble, and I definitely meant that in every sense. She asked how I was getting on and whether I had reached any conclusion. She was looking me up and down and raised an eyebrow when she said this and smiled in a supportive way. I tried to sound unsure but given that I was sitting there voluntarily in high heels and a skirt with full make-up looking all woman, I realised my pretence was not really believable. Despite the incongruous mis-match between my words and my appearance she was very diplomatic. She just said "Well you make a very attractive woman and I hope you will seriously consider progressing." I was slightly worried that I had in front of me a sales person from a company who specialises in feminisation trying to sell me their product, but somehow I doubted she would risk her career by coming to my home, as she could get in trouble just for sourcing my address. I explained I had a contract to sign and 3 days to make my mind up. I asked her if she liked music? She said she loved all types of music and asked if I had Abba's Dancing Queen? I realised she was joking and we laughed but she said, no seriously put it on. I did. She took my hand and we began to dance away. We could not take our eyes off each other. The thing with the Abba Album is it was so pop and boppy I could practice my female dance moves again and Zoe guided me a little. We were having fun and then "The Day Before You Came" started playing. This is a slower thoughtful piece and it was very natural for us to come close. We gyrated whilst holding each other close, caressing each others curves. During the instrumental part there was really only one thing left, and we kissed. We kissed a long passionate kiss. Our lipstick made the kiss smooth and even more seductive. A sort of forbidden kiss. We made our way to my bedroom and spent the night caressing each other. We rubbed each other to orgasm, I also licked her to orgasm. We slept. In the morning, she gave me her number and asked if I had reached any conclusion about the contract? "Don't forget," she said, "the sooner you start, the sooner you finish." "I might be able to persuade them to assign me as your assistant!" She left, I signed. For reasons I do not fully understand I decided to stay enfemme, something like, I might as well be keen I thought, although I was not really thinking straight. I had a shower, re-did my make-up and wore a slightly smarter less sexy skirt and blouse combination, with accessories. I had a crop jacket. I arrived at work and received a few double takes, the company was very PC so everyone knew they dare not say anything. Sandra surprised me by coming up and giving me a hug. "Hello, you look fab today" she said re-assuringly. I handed the contract in. During the day I started to see various appointments arrive in my diary. Medical assessment, physiological assessment, wardrobe, make-up, manicure/pedicure, beauty therapy. Fiona Power put a meeting in for that afternoon. I walked to her office and she invited me in. She also hugged me and complemented me on my look. She explained how pleased she was that I had decided to progress and as I was throwing myself into the change had decided to give me a small bonus by way of thanks as Sandra had updated her on my progress. Later that day she approached me and asked if I was interested in a dinner date. This was a shock too. I was not that good with women, especially ones I fancied. I fancied her dreadfully. She was about 5'7" tall, a perfect figure. A brunette with gorgeous eyes and basically rather out of my league when I was a man. I managed to stammer a yes. I was in a whirl. I had only been dressing as a woman full time since last night and already two beautiful women had propositioned me. We went to an Italian Restaurant and after some initial awkwardness we found we got along well. As a treat she had booked a cabaret "with a twist", she said. The twist was that all the female performers were once men. They were gorgeous creatures and I found myself aroused by Fiona's presence and their effect. She reached to my lap and started rubbing my crotch. I was embarrassed but she just snuggled closer and continued rubbing it. I decided I would return the favour. I had an orgasm under my skirt and I am fairly sure she did too. I had taken to wearing period pads to catch unwanted juices so thankfully in that sense, it was not a major wardrobe malfunction. We went back to hers and she invited me in. Over a glass of wine she enquired as to my views of men who had changed into women. She said, "You seemed to enjoy watching them?" with a wry grin. "I did," I admitted. Anyway she clearly wanted my closer attention and we stripped to our underwear. She retired to the bathroom. I was a little shocked to find she emerged with an enormous penis thrusting out before her. "Do you like it?" she asked. I realised it was a strap-on, about twice the length and diameter of mine. We started to make out. She seemed keen to get me onto my front and of course I instinctively knew why. She was gentle and carefully lubricated my bud. I was nervous but excited. Then she started to slowly push and just told me to relax. Gradually I felt her penis entering me. It hurt but it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. She managed to get it mainly in and I felt very full. She gently moved it in and out and I started to get very aroused. I felt myself shudder. "Your first female orgasm," she announced. "How was it?" It took me a while to answer. "Devine," was all I could manage. She grinned with pride. After we had recovered she whispered would I like to try on some underwear? I said, "No." I was a bit tired but she persisted and I eventually agreed. She had me shower and helped me position my parts in a very tight panty. Next up were some breast forms and she took the time to glue these on, "D" cup, she said, looking pleased. Then an extremely tight elasticated waist clincher and similarly tight corselette. I had woken up for this experience and my penis would have been fully erect but was well secured in my panties. I was looking very shapely. I commented accordingly. "Not finished," she said producing a black leather full lacing corset. "This is a rear lacing one," she explained. I stepped into it and she positioned it carefully and started lacing the back. I heard the strings pulling through the eyes. She got it fairly tight. "Now to get it done up properly takes added effort." I gasped, "Really?" "Yes." She produced some wide cargo type straps and placed one around my waist. She tightened this using the ratchet and reduced my waist by several more inches. Then she tightened the corset laces to suit to suit the waist compression. Next she moved the ratchet to the top of the corset and did the same, and again at the base of the corset. "Snug" she enquired? I nodded. "Next step, my turn," she chirped. I thought she might wear a corset too but she actually started to attach the strap on to me and I understood the plan. I discovered she wanted a more traditional sexual exchange, well a sort of male lesbian one anyway. I enjoyed getting her to orgasm. She said it was time to get me to bed and with that started attaching various cuffs and chains. I was too bemused to resist and found myself spread-eagled to the bed. "This is to make sure you do not tamper with your corset," she laughed. "One final thing." With that she positioned her sex over my mouth and commanded, "Lick." I did not really want this but the dominant approach made me comply, it made me want it. I was changing. She orgasmed again and I tasted her wetness. She got off and said "let me help you'. Her help comprised her installing a large ball gag and strapping that around my neck and above my head. She patted my gag "Good night sweetie, think of me'. She lay next to me and pulled a duvet over us. In the morning she helped get me ready for work. Only once I had showered she replaced my underwear and the corset and then produced a leotard. I found myself tightly re-secured to her bed. She had me lick her off again and replaced the gag. She said that I had been so good that she was giving me a day off as part of my contract. As she left she said, "Be good, I hope I have shown you a few possibilities and you are ok to see me tonight Priya?" Like I had a choice. The following night and day was a similar series of events but this time she let me change to my work two piece skirt and top, reminding me that my medical and beauty treatments were starting in the morning. I found the two nights of corseting and lack of food had improved my figure. I got the impression my waist and rib cage were both reducing. 37", 26" 36" with my normal underwear. Fiona said she had got me to 23" in the extreme corset. I found the corseting and bondage experience somewhat threatening and annoying and extremely uncomfortable. A bad experience although if I was being honest, somehow I had enjoyed it. Something about the helplessness and domination. At the medical the doctor inspected my waist, breasts, ribs, adams apple and face shape. She explained some of the hormone and surgical options. Basically I could block my male hormones and boost female ones, this would result in reduced erectile function. Or I could be castrated and then I would only need the female hormones. In terms of operations I could have a nose, eyebrow, chin reshape and adams apple shave. I could have breast and hip implants, rib reduction and voice feminisation surgery. She would recommend all except castration and hip implants at this stage as my shape would naturally change with hormones and I could review the situation after those had taken full effect. I could also be castrated later or fully re-assigned as I prefer, she explained in a remarkably matter of fact way. With the breast implants she suggested I go for adjustable implants so they would start with a "C." The hormones should naturally increase them to a D or DD cup but the adjustable breast implants would allow me to reduce back to a C or increase to a DD or even E. She explained the possible risk and aftercare arrangements. I was happy with her recommendations so signed the consent form. I was given hormone pills to take straight away and on a daily basis. I was somewhat taken aback when a nurse entered the room and said that the surgery could be scheduled immediately. Things were moving very fast. I had only made my decision a few days ago and since then had been permanently dressed as a woman and was about to get breast implants. I was asked to strip, shower and given a hospital robe. I was given a canola and anesthetized. I woke in a groggy state. I was well bandaged around my waist, ribs, chest and face. I had a visitor, Zoe arrived and said she had been assigned to me. Not as a nurse but as my personal assistant during recovery. She kissed me sweetly. She said I looked like I had gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson but she had seen this before and it should be good in the end. I was in hospital for a few days with Zoe for company. The Doctor said that the operations had gone well. I could not speak for a few weeks as I could damage the voice surgery and should also avoid coughing but I could go home. I would need to wear a good support bra. On the mat at home I found a letter from the company confirming my promotion to manager and new salary as I had apparently fulfilled the shemale part of the contract. It was several weeks until I was able to do much. Zoe and I spent our time painting our nails, watching telly and playing games that did not require speaking. After two weeks I was well enough to try speaking. My voice was much higher and sweeter, definitely a girls voice. It occurred to me that my voice made the feminisation process somewhat irreversible. I think when the doctor advised everything except hip implants and castration I was so relieved at not being castrated I did not really consider the implications of the voice operation. I realised there was no going back, unless I wanted to be a man with a high pitched female voice. After 3 weeks I was able to venture to the hairdressers and beauty therapist and my hair was refreshed with maintenance to my extensions. I had another spray tan and my nails were professionally extended with gel nails. My eyelashes were replaced and I was given electrolysis again. I noticed that the make-up not only covered any remaining bruising but that my face was now even more feminine in shape. My male self had all but gone. When we got home, Zoe and I were finally able to make love. I used my actual penis although it was floppier than usual. Zoe said, "We might as well use it while you still have it." I agreed, realising shortly afterwards that I had just implied that I would not have it much longer. Our breasts squashed together and we could brush our nipples across each other, they were very sensitive. Zoe played with my breasts and we both decided we liked my new attributes. My waist had reduced to 25" due to the dieting and continued use of the waist clinchers. We went clothes shopping and I realised that the clothes fitted so much better now. Also I could chose low backs and low fronts, and picked up a fabulous wiggle dress and lots of other items. Zoe helped me clear out my male wardrobe. Dropping that at the local charity shop seemed a major step. No male clothes left in the house now. My ears had healed and we were able to choose some triple earring sets. I was able to return to work on light duties. It was odd that Fiona never did approach me again, despite our passionate few days. I did love her though and she always smiled at me warmly if we passed in the corridor. So 12 months later here I sit in a knee length pencil skirt. I had taken to wearing a corset with stocking garters laced down to 22". My waist is widely admired. I ended up with D cup breasts. These I realise are larger than average, more attractive than average and with my small waist and an appropriate bra, the contrast between my cleavage and my waist is very striking and attracts endless looks of lust and envy (even from me). My penis is smaller than it was and my balls have ceased to function. Last night was the last night Zoe and I were able to play with it as I have my op tomorrow. Zoe and I are looking forward to taking it in turns with the strap on. We also have our wedding booked and have chosen two beautiful matching white wedding dresses. Fiona, Sandra, Claire and some of the original trial candidates, Bella, Maria and Ella are our bridesmaids and we have the hen night to look forward to. Zoe and I love clothes shopping and we also love our clubbing outfits and the sexual tension of wearing trenchcoats out and about, knowing that our clothes underneath are so risque. We have bought one of those severe leather corsets and occasionally Zoe laces me into it for a bondage night. I feel so restricted and helpless. It is really uncomfortable, but somehow I love it. I have my first board meeting with Fiona and my other Director colleagues in 6 weeks time and Zoe and I are thinking long term about children. I saw a news article stating that women now made up 75% of our society, crime was down, but productivity was also down, apparently political correctness is not good for productivity - I suspect that the time spent having medical treatments was also a factor here. The birth rate was up, but 80% of babies were female. Male brothels were apparently a problem and the Government were accused of sending in female agents who were claiming to be raped so that the male prostitutes could be forcibly transitioned under the rape laws. I wondered if that was really true. Anyway, what did I care? I had never been happier. Once the initial year had elapsed in the gender rebalancing laws, the clause in the Government bill was never rescinded. I suppose as government now comprised 65% women why would women vote to undermine their own enhanced rights? All rights reserved 15 1 2019 Priya Mistery