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Making Dreams Come True by Writer345 1. Helena's Request I was waiting nervously in my library when I heard the doorbell ring, I didn't move: Concita would see that it was answered, that was one of her duties. Besides I knew exactly who was there, I had invited the damned woman after all. At 6'2" I am tall for a woman, I'm also blonde and people say that I exude confidence: I suppose that it goes with the job, I'm a merchant banker. As I am used to being in total control I found the feeling of nervousness to be strange and unfamiliar. I had heard of 'butterflies in the tummy' but had but had never experienced them before today. As I have said I am a financier and am used to moving millions of Pounds, or Yen, or Euros, or even US Dollars around: I say 'even dollars' because I prefer to deal with the hard currencies such as Sterling or Yen: not something that floats on a sea of oil and is not backed by anything else. I own a merchant bank for goodness sake, so a visit from a doctor should not make me nervous - especially as my own health is perfect. There was a respectful knock on the door just before it swung open. "Dr Gupta to see you, Mistress," announced the small but plump middle aged Asian woman. I rose out of her chair. "Thank you, Concita, please show her in. Have the children been prepared as I instructed?" "Si, Se?ora, they await your pleasure in the sun lounge," she answered with a scowl before withdrawing. Concita did not approve, that much was obvious to me. She did not know the magnitude of the make-over that I planned but was uneasy, none the less. It had been expedient for me to allow her to retain her free-will, however things could change. Dr Lakshmi Gupta bounced confidently into the room and proclaimed. "Helena! You are looking marvellous as usual." I forced myself to smile, although it probably seemed to be a cold one, and indicated the easy chair opposite mine. "Hi, Lakshmi, please be seated, it's so good of you to come at such short notice." The smaller Indian woman sank into the armchair, slouching back and then spreading her legs in a most unfeminine way, she grinned at me annoyingly. "May I offer you some refreshment?" I enquired, trying to play the perfect host, I had an image to preserve after all. Gupta shook her head. "Nothing for me, thanks," she answered and gazed at me waiting, for me to begin. I frowned slightly, trying to hide my distaste for her. "Lakshmi, I have a rather unusual job for you." "So I gathered from your phone call," she purred, no doubt enjoying the discomfort that she knew I was experiencing. I could almost read her mind: They don't like me but they need me because I make their dreams come true. I shifted in my seat, leaning forward slightly, I asked, "What do you know of my children?" "I know that you have a boy and a girl and that it is highly unlikely that they are your own children," Gupta said annoyingly. "But other than that? Nothing." I blanched. Bitch!!! I thought. Why do you have to emphasise what I am? It's nothing to be ashamed of! I suppose that I should explain. I'm what the politically correct refer to as a 'pre-op trans-woman', actually I much prefer the word 'Shemale', I know that most in my position regard it as an insult but I think it is apt: so a shemale is how I think of myself. Besides, I am happy this way: I've been pre-op for fifteen-plus years and have no plans to take the next step: as far as I am concerned, I have the best of both worlds and as long as my present state can be maintained by drugs and hormones then this is how I want to remain. I am also a lesbian, and no, that is not a contradiction. Although I am attracted to women exclusively, I try not to despise men, they have their places: its just that my bed isn't one of them. For some reason Gupta just sat there smiling quietly as she waited. Again I could almost read her thoughts: She's hesitating so she must be rattled and she may tell me more than she intends. I began by revealing a little back ground as to how I acquired Saffie and Timmy. "It was a Saturday night about ten years ago, quite late in the evening, when there was a terrific banging on the front door. When one of the, er, maids answered it she found a near-hysterical Concita outside. At that time she was the housekeeper and nanny to my nearest neighbours; the family who lived a quarter of a mile down the lane. Apparently the police had just phoned and informed her that the children's parents had been killed in a traffic accident and she didn't know what to do. "To cut a long story short, I had her move in with the children while I sorted things out. Only there was nothing to sort out: no close family, no one at all so I ended up sort of 'adopting' them." Gupta nodded and grinned. "I see. And how old were they?" Bloody woman's reading my mind! I thought acidly before answering. "They were just eight years old: they're twins, by the way; a boy and a girl; Timothy and Sapphire." "Ah! So they are now eighteen?" the doctor asked. "Yes," I admitted. "Their birthday was yesterday. And I wish for our relationship to alter. It's been damned hard work rearing them: I've given them the option of leaving but they've both said that they want to stay with me, come what may. And, yes, before you ask, I've got it in writing, I know the rules, I helped write them!" Our informal 'Circle' had rules about the treatment of children: sexually they were strictly off-limits and we dealt with breaches far more harshly than the law could. Gupta smiled ruefully. "So you want the boy to become..." "A lesbian shemale, yes," I blurted out, cutting the doctor short. Gupta chuckled. "That's easy, some pretty standard conditioning and some bog-standard surgery and he's a she! No problem,." "The girl too!" I added quietly. Lakshmi Gupta stared, open mouthed for a few seconds. "Ooooo... Tricky!" We both fell silent and I could see that the Indian woman was deep in thought. After several minutes I grew impatient and blurted out. "Can you do it?" Gupta chuckled nastily. "Oh yes, but it won't be cheap!" I glowered at her before hissing. "Do you know any poor bankers?" The doctor made an open handed gesture. "Okay. This is the sort of challenge that I love. When can I see the subjects?" "I'll have Concita bring them in. I've had them sedated so they're very compliant," I admitted. I moved to my desk, picked up the internal phone and after a pause, spoke quietly to Concita, "Please show the children in so that the doctor can examine them." Her voice was like ice as she hissed. "Si Se?ora." Concita had run my household and raised the twins for me; in fact she was more of a mother to them than I had been. I relied on her and had left her with her free-will but many things were about to change and Concita's attitude was one of them. Don't get me wrong, I was and still am very grateful to her for her quiet efficiency, but as I see things, it is my duty to help her adjust and happily accept the reality of the new status quo. After a brief pause, my housekeeper escorted two naked young adults into the room. She glared her disapproval and then withdrew leaving them with us. They stared blankly as they stood awaiting my instructions. Saffie was quite the young woman and had everything in the correct proportions and in all of the right places. She had matured into a confident and beautiful young lady with a keen sense of style. I loved her rich chocolate hair that fell down almost to the nipples of her 'B' cup breasts. She planned to get her hair cut next week but that plan, like all of the rest that she had made, was now totally irrelevant. Timmy had not matured at all, I had seen to that, and so was still an inch or so shorter than his sister. He was worried that he hadn't reached puberty yet, I had tried to reassure him that he was a late developer, but his worries were turning to anxiety. He looked like a very tall eleven year old with narrow shoulders, no Adam's Apple or body hair, his small genitals completed the picture. This together with his child's face and long hair already made him look like the girl that I wanted him to become. I, however, was about to make all of his worries go away: he would go through the puberty that he so longed for but would not emerge from it as a man. Gupta rose and then while she appraised their naked bodies, she chuckled. "I see that your servant does not approve, she's not one of your, er, pets?" I frowned at this rather pointed comment. "Not yet, I've left her her free-will because she dotes on the twins, however that devotion has ceased to be an asset so she'll be taken in hand shortly and her loyalty and attitudes will be adjusted." The twins stood there patiently while they were fondled and prodded intimately, they really were a good-looking pair; at five foot nine the sister was about an inch taller than her brother. They were slim and both were smooth and hairless though Saffie had carefully trimmed her pubes into a fashionable 'landing strip' which would go during her re- modelling. It was obvious that they were related with very similar faces and hair colour. The boy, as I have said, was obviously under developed which Gupta picked up on immediately. She concentrated on him initially, moving him away from his sister and then walking slowly around him, poking, prodding, squeezing his scrotum, pulling his penis and then finally stroking his arse. She fixed me with a piercing gaze. "What have you done so far? He's on testosterone blockers, isn't he?" "I've had him on Androcur since before he turned twelve. Just to prevent puberty and all of the disadvantages that it brings, you understand. Puberty is such a trial for a boy so I consider its prevention to be a kindness. Besides I've been planning something like this for years so it would have been silly to allow all of the changes that would have needed undoing later," I admitted. Gupta nodded, she wasn't going to report the technical breach of the rules. It made her work easier so she would class it as 'necessary medical treatment!' She examined his genitalia again, they were clearly under developed, the testicles were small and his penis while uncut was positively tiny. She turned her attention to the rest of his body, there was no sign of breast development proving that he hadn't been feminized - yet! The face was child-like and girlish thanks to the testosterone blockers that he was on. She extracted a notebook from her bag and turned her full gaze on to me. "Tell me exactly what do you want done with him?" I smiled. "As I said, I want him to mature into a shemale. But I want them both to look like identical twins in every possible way: height, build, features: I'd like them both to have nice round arses, wider hips and large 'C' cup breasts." Lakshmi Gupta grinned wolfishly. "How about his dick and balls?" Taken by surprise I blanched at her coarse language. "Keep his willy small, but functional. It's only there for appearances, after all, its not as if he'll ever get a chance to stick it into me and probably not into anyone else either. I don't intend to let him use it for anything other than peeing through or maybe for masturbation; as long as it gets hard and squirts when he cums I'll be happy. A shemale needs a willy, by definition, but she doesn't have to use it." The doctor raised an eyebrow then nodded and scribbled something down in her notebook. Next she turned her attention to Sapphire and again I could almost hear her thoughts: God, she is beautiful, I want her! The Doctor ordered the girl to lie down on the thick carpet where she was poked and prodded non-too-gently. Gupta squeezed and fondled the girl's small breasts before grabbing hold of her nipples which she pulled straight up. I frowned but said nothing despite hearing my 'daughter' yelp. Next a finger was slipped into Saffie's vagina; there was resistance as I had made sure that she remained a virgin but that was one cherry that never would be popped. Next the doctor turned her attention to the labia and gave the inner ones a good tug nodding approvingly no doubt there was plenty of tissue for her to work with. Finally Gupta used a finger to flip the girl's clitoris out from under its little hood. She took it between finger and thumb and pulled. I gasped as it looked as if that damned doctor was trying to lift the poor child up by it! At length the Indian woman stood up. "Okay, I'm pretty sure that I can do what you want but are you really sure? She's a beautiful girl, it seems a shame to change her." "I've got enough girls and can easily obtain more should I so wish," I answered rather coldly. "But beautiful twin shemales would be unique and that's what I set my heart on years ago. So yes: I am very sure!" After instructing the twins to return to their rooms and get dressed, I turned back to Gupta. "What do you propose to do to her?" "I'll start with a full hysterectomy; do you want her to keep her cunt?" Gupta asked gleefully. Is she being deliberately crude just to annoy me? I wondered, but never- the-less I shook my head and snapped, "I want her to become become a shemale not a futanari." Gupta grinned. "Okay so I'll remove her vagina and smooth her over: you won't be able to tell that it was ever there." She paused and glanced across at me before continuing. "The tricky bit will be turning her clit into a prick: it's not easy to enlarge one without damaging the tissue, but I think I can get it done surgically by grafting in erectile tissue cultured from stem cells: I take it you want it to work?" "Oh yes, it must get hard and squirt when she comes and she must be able to pee through it. The final stipulation is that it's got to be bigger than her brother's! He should be between three and four inches erect, she must be about an inch and a half or two inches longer and quite a bit thicker. I want her to be able to fuck with it so it definitely must work. Her brother's is mainly for show but she's going to be encouraged to use hers!" Gupta blew out her cheeks as she exhaled noisily. She stopped and thought for a minute or two, tapping her pen against her teeth as she did so. "Okay, we'll use some of the vaginal glandular tissue to create an artificial prostate gland. I don't know what she'll squirt out of it, but she'll definitely squirt something when she cums. I can use her labia to construct a realistic scrotum and I'll pop a couple of nuticles inside so that she'll look the part. "Yes, it can be done, do you want a quote?" I sighed with relief. "No, just do it properly." She grinned again before asking cheekily, "You want for me to sort out that bitch of a Chinese housekeeper for you too, Helena?" "No!" I snapped. "I'll get Margaret Baxter to retrain her and modify her attitude: she's more subtle in her methods. Oh, and she's Filipino not Chinese." Lakshmi Gupta shrugged and chuckled. "What ever." The consultation ended shortly afterwards with Gupta saying that she would collect the twins in about a fortnight, after she had made the necessary arrangements with the hospital that she uses over in Cochin, India, and booked transport with 'The Circle', that is. After she had gone I poured myself a large cognac: I really cannot stand Gupta, and thinking about it I don't know any other members of our group that can. The good doctor was tolerated solely because she was capable of making our dreams come true. However she was carefully monitored to make sure that she did not get ideas above her station. Just let her get out of line or even become too obnoxious and someone somewhere will be using her as a sex-slave. She was allowed to be an associate member of 'The Circle' but that was all: she would never become a full member, I would see to that. Gupta had left a nasty taste in my mouth which the cognac helped to wash away. I only needed to think of a new name for Timothy. When he becomes a girl, 'Timmy' just will not do... Letitia sprung to mind; I could call her 'Titty' then: 'Timmy' - 'Titty', they sounded similar... I thought about it for a few seconds. No! Too corny! I realised that arranging the children's destinies was quite a turn on and I had an unsightly bulge in the front of my skirt. Now who will I use to deal with it? I walked over to the bookshelf and picked up the internal phone. "Concita, be so good as to send Mi-Cha into the library." There was a pause followed by a cold sounding. "Si, se?ora." Change was definitely in the wind. I sat down in my favourite armchair, relaxed and sat back languidly sliding my arse forward so that I was lying back. I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped a hand in and found that my nipples were really hard: I thought about the twins again and shivered expectantly. The quiet sound of someone gently knocking on the door brought me out of my reverie. "Come on in!" I called gently. The door opened and then closed and a little Korean girl scuttled in and then bowed as she stood in front of me. "Ah, Mi-Cha, you look ravishing," I said. "Thank you, Mistress," she purred quietly as she smiled at me. I raised my skirt and pointed to the bulge in my satin panties. I did not need to say anything else: the girl knew exactly what to do and eagerly dropped to her knees and positioned herself between mine. I shivered expectantly again as her small hands gently moved my panties to one side and eased my erect willy into view. As a shemale, I did not get many spontaneous erections, the female hormones that I have to take see to that so I was damned sure that I wasn't going to waste this one. I watched Mi-Cha's head descend and felt her velvety tongue slip across the end of my glans as she began to lick gently at my willy. Expertly, she licked and caressed me and I felt my organ stiffen even more. God, she was wonderful! Just as I was enjoying her gentle ministrations she opened her beautiful mouth and slid it down taking my member into it, sucking gently as she did so. I felt her lips squeezing me gently as she took all of me into her mouth. I'm not particularly big and never was even when I was a man, but my Korean pet showed the truth of the old adage: 'it's not what you've got, it's what you do with it': or in this case what an expert did with it! She began to rock backwards and forwards so that shaft of my penis slipped in and out of her mouth. She moved slowly at first gradually speeding up as she worked away gently but firmly. Without thinking I threaded my fingers into the hair at the back of her head and gripped it convulsively, Mi-Cha knew this signal and worked faster and faster. In and out, in and out, faster and faster she went taking me to greater heights of ecstasy as she did so. Suddenly I heard a scream. It was me! It was me! I felt my rod jerk, I had cum, I felt liquid fire course through my body and out of my willy time and time again as I jerked and shot my load into her beautiful and willing mouth. Quivering through the last of my orgasm, I relaxed and allowed her to pull away. Mi-Cha swallowed and smiling, continued to kneel in front of me, head bowed then she handed me a small towel so that I could dry myself and then helped me adjust my clothes and tuck my now soft and shrunken tool back into its customary hiding place within my satin panties. "My Mistress is pleased?" she asked slightly nervously. I smiled. "Oh yes, Mi-Cha, of all my pets yours is the best mouth." I saw her swell visibly. Her Mistress was pleased with her, and my pleasure was now the sole reason for her existence. Unlike some Owners, I do not believe in mistreating my slaves and love them all dearly; in return they love me, this really is a win-win situation all round. 2. Saffie's Dreams. Even though our relationship has change we still call her 'Mom', 'Mommy' or 'Mother': sure it's habit but it still feels right We received the first real inkling that things were about to change during our eighteenth birthday, but missed the significance entirely. For the first time in our lives there were no birthday presents; Helena said that she was planning something very special for us but it wasn't ready yet. Thinking back we should have realised earlier that Mother was different to other women, but we were used to her, she had raised us since we were little and we loved and trusted her. No, don't get me wrong; I'm not accusing her of abusing that trust - she just made use of it. Our real parents were killed in a horrific smash on the motorway when we had just turned eight: when Concita, our nanny, received that phone call from the police she shrieked and became almost hysterical. She wouldn't say what was wrong but just told us to wait before running out of the house and up the lane. She returned within a quarter of an hour with Ms Yorke, our next door neighbour in tow. To us as small children, she looked like a big beautiful blonde giant. There aren't many women as tall as she was and her 6'2" made her a head and shoulders taller than any other women that we knew and so we were, and still are, in awe of her. She sat us down and explained what had happened. To say that we were terrified and distressed is an understatement. She sat between us and cuddled us but we were inconsolable. Gently, with Concita's help, she got us dressed in coats and shoes and ushered us out of the house. Then hand in hand she led us up the lane to her house where we have been ever since. Oh, she tried to find close relatives to take care of us but there was no one. She employed private detectives who found cousins but none of them were remotely interested in taking us in so Helena sort of adopted us and looked after us, or rather Concita did because she moved in too. Helena had maids and things but Concita took charge and became her housekeeper as well as our nanny. Our parents had been well off but Ms Yorke seemed to be positively rich with lots of servants! Our things were moved up the road, our old home was sold and the money plus that we had inherited from our parents went into a trust fund that Helena's bank managed. By 'Helena's Bank' I'm referring to "McCorqudale & Yorke," the one that she owns and the reason that she is so well-off. I'll say this for her, she has never touched our money or deducted payments to cover our upkeep: even the court-awarded damages that were supposed to pay for our up-bringing went into that fund so we are both independently wealthy and could have easily afforded our own place when our 'new' Mom gave us the option of moving out. Oh, we were well looked after, probably spoiled a little too. She sent us to very good schools and took a keen interest in our education but was always very protective.. Considering how things have recently changed, I owe it to Helena to state categorically that she never touched us while we were growing up: in fact just the opposite, she made damned sure that we remained sexually innocent and immature, doubly so in Timmy's case, as it turned out. We knew that I had a pussy while my brother had a willy but what they were for and why we were different down below were mysteries to us. In fact me were so innocent that we didn't think that they were for anything other than playing with. Eventually that fateful birthday rolled around and after the celebration Mom gave us a stark ultimatum: we could get out and find our own way in the big, frightening world or we could stay with her. If we left there could be no coming back: the break would be final, she would release all of our money to us and that would be that Timmy and I stared at each other, frightened by this new development. "We want to stay with you, Mom!" we both blurted out almost in chorus. She smiled coldly, her beautiful face framed by her long blonde hair and her blue eyes blazed as she said, "Oh I'll keep paying for everything, same as now, so your trust fund will keep on growing. But you are adults now so things will change." We looked at her questioningly. We should have pressed the point and demanded to know exactly what would alter but I guess that we were too afraid of the unknown. "I'd like you to agree to let me take charge and run your lives: I want you to become my companions, to travel with me and to assist me at the Bank. I really need your help and support," she said, her smile warming. She looked directly at me and then said, "I'd want you to become like me." I relaxed. She was a highly successful, intelligent and a magnificent- looking woman: what girl wouldn't want to become like her? It seemed very reasonable: we would stay with our adopted mother and she would pay for everything, however, neither of us na?ve kids realised that her remark was directed at both of us. Timmy and I stared at each other then he shouted out, in his as-yet unbroken voice he almost squealed, "I'm staying with Mom!" "Me too!" I proclaimed. Helena smiled warmly and seemed to relax. She produce closely typed documents and had us read and then sign them. Concita witnessed our signatures but did not seem happy. "We want Concita to stay too," I proclaimed thinking that she was sad because she was about to lose her job now that we ere 'all grown up'. After all, we no longer needed a nanny, did we? "Of course, Concita must stay: I wouldn't dream of letting her go. She's a real treasure!" Helena proclaimed magnanimously. * * * Things began to change the next day: at breakfast Mom informed us that a lady doctor would be calling around that very afternoon to give us an examination. It was nothing to worry about but we would be given a little something before hand so that we were nicely relaxed and not stressed-out. "Will she be able to help me?" Timmy asked. "I'm eighteen and my voice hasn't broken yet." Mom chuckled. "Why don't you ask her, dear?" "Alright, I will!" he proclaimed, sounding very determined. Mom smiled broadly but said nothing more. After lunch we were ushered into the sun lounge where we were instructed to sit while one of the maids came in and injected 10ml of yellow liquid into our arms. "Don't worry, my dears, Anna is a trained nurse," Mom said reassuringly. Within a few seconds I remember becoming sleepy: nothing mattered any more so when Helena suggested that we might want to get ready for the doctor by removing all of our clothes, we did. After that I don't really remember anything else, or at least not clearly, for a long, long time. The doctor came, she examined us, or so I presume for nothing made any real sense afterwards. There are odd flashes such as being strapped into a seat judt before someone sealed us into a travel container. It was dark, it was warm, it was comfortable. I dreamed and time passed, or did I just dream that it did? The container was opened and we were cleaned by dark, shadowy people and more time passed. I dreamt of a hospital, a very modern one I also dreamt that it was hot, very hot. People appeared and vanished again, faces leaned slowly over me before disappearing in a flash. All of the faces were Indian and no one spoke to me or spoke in English for that matter. Memories became freeze-frame: I dozed but always woke up in a different place; except that I never really woke up. I don't remember feeling much and always seemed to be floating... floating... floating... Sometimes I was strapped down, in other dreams I was not. Nothing lasted or seemed to repeat its self and there seemed to be no pattern. Gradually I began to get a sensation that I was being changed... My chest seemed heavier... My crotch was numb and then it was stinging and then itching... I couldn't scratch because my arms were strapped up over my head, or I dreamed that they were. The dream changed or my crotch did, I'm not sure which. I remember an angel dressed in dazzling white coat suddenly drifted in my field of vision; an arm reached down and grasped something that was down there. I had feeling, but the feeling was in something outside my body: the figure tugged gently and then smiled. I didn't dream about Timmy, but I had the distinct impression that he was close by. I may have heard his girlish whimper from time to time. The dream changed: I was strapped into a frame with a helmet jammed onto my head. I dreamt of flashing lights, of voices mumbling and whispering in my ears, pictures flashed before me and some of the pictures hurt. Something vibrated in my bottom - that was a nice dream. More lights flashed, I was shown pictures of men and boys... Each picture hurt me and then suddenly I threw up, I was sick. This happened time and time again and I came to realise that men make me sick. Lights flashed... Women are wonderful... I was shown flashing pictures of women the thing in my arsehole buzzed and something on my groin went stiff, I remember its sudden weight... Women are wonderful! They don't cause me pain, they don't make me throw up. I love them all. Lights seemed to flash for ever in that never-ending dream until suddenly everything changed and I dreamt of a container again. Then I was home. Timmy was there, only she was different and was called Tilly, silly me for forgetting that. Concita was there and she was also different, she was happy, she had bigger titties and looked ten years younger without all of the cares of the world piled upon her shoulders. Our Mother was there too, she alone was the same as always: tall, statuesque, her breasts thrusting out the front of her robe and her long golden-blonde hair streaming down. Funny, I really seemed to notice women's breasts: my own, Concita's, Tilly's, Mommy's; I really wanted to fondle them all. This was a new sensation and I loved it. Concita's clothes had changed: gone was the frumpy sack-like dress and she now wore the same skimpy uniform as the maids always did. She was happy which was wonderful because the last memories that I had of her before my dream-time was of her looking sad and unhappy. Of her almost shouting at Mom: "This is wrong, it's evil, how can you even think about it?" The new Concita was, quiet, happy and very attentive. The new Concita just wanted to please us; just wanted us to be happy. I liked the new smily Concita much more than the old grumpy one. Things were still dream-like for a time. I remember a light meal... Someone helping me to change out of the jumpsuit that I'd worn in the container... Someone helping me to dress... Slowly my head cleared, I may have dozed or at least I think that I did. * * * Tilly, Mother and myself were all wearing the identical silk calf length powder-blue dressing gowns that I mentioned earlier: I didn't Mention it? Sorry, I intended too as it really was light and comfortable. There's something about the feel of silk against naked skin and yes, I was naked under mine and soon found out that the others were too. Suddenly Mother undid hers and let it fall open: I saw her tits for the first time and they were firm and beautiful. Then my eyes travelled downwards, past her flat belly to the cock which hung flaccidly from her hairless crotch. I should have been surprised because I knew that women don't have cocks. Somehow I already knew that Mom did and that Mom was special type of woman. Mother gestured to Tilly and he let his gown fall open too. He had a cock, a very small, cute one but he also had tits: nice big ones, smaller than the maids' but still big on his narrow frame. I did a double-take; I had remembered Timmy as being my brother: he wasn't - she was my sister and she looked wonderful. Finally Mother gestured to me and I released the tie holding my silk dressing gown closed. It fell open, my breasts were now the same size as Tilly's - nice. Then my cock twitched and I gasped. I had a cock! One of the dreams that I remembered had come true! Head spinning in disbelief, I reached down and gently poked my new organ and it twitched but not only that, I could feel it: it really was a part of me. "As you see," Mom said quietly and reassuringly, "we're all shemales now." I was still slightly shocked but she continued. "You said that you wanted to become like me and you signed to say that I should take charge of your lives and mould them in any way that I desired. Well I have and you are now exactly what I have always wanted!" Suddenly I realised that I wanted it too. I was light headed, I was happy, this was wonderful: I had the best of both worlds. I looked around: Tilly was happy standing there fingering her new breasts. I had a twin sister and that was even more wonderful. Concita was smiling she was clearly happy and pleased at how 'her' children had changed. Above all our Mother was happy, and that made me happier for I knew that her happiness was the most important thing in the world. I realised just how much we must have gone through, those haunting dreams weren't dreams at all, were they? Suddenly I realised that my new cock was no longer soft, I glanced at the others, Mom's larger one and Tilly's cute little tool were both soft while mine was rapidly stiffening: the sight of the other two shemales standing their in their exposed glory was turning me on. I was home, I had changed but I was happy. Yes, that's right, I was happy because I knew that we were exactly what our wonderful Mother needed! We had done it just for her! The thought of it made me go weak at the knees and I could not wait to explore these new wonderful bodies and I had my first real erection to prove it. I threw my arms around Mom and hugged her and felt her cock twitch against my belly and then Tilly hugged us both. She was happy too. We spent the afternoon having our hair styled and our nails manicured and pedicured: no we didn't leave the house as the stylists arrived with a well choreographed precision organised by a Polish lady named Anika. Then by early evening it was over and we had both been pamperer to perfection and the only visible difference between Tilly and me was that her hair was still shorter despite the fact that Helena had insisted that he grow his long two years earlier. That evening Helena suggested we had an early night so we both scampered up to our room to change. Before we went away, Timmy and I had had separate rooms, but now we could share because we were both girls. It was obvious that Helena had had the builders in during our enforced absence: our two rooms had been knocked into one and we now had our own ?n-suite but there was something else, there was another bed in an alcove at the side of our room. This, we learned latter, was for Concita who Mom had given to us so that she could continue to look after us and take care of our needs: whatever they may be. Tilly and I would share the king-sized bed and it was obvious that we were expected to be intimate. Tonight, after changing into the matching burgundy see-through neglig?es, that our Concita had selected for us and after touching-up our make-up and spraying ourselves with perfume we scampered hand in hand along the hallway to Helena's suite which made ours seem poky. Oh it wasn't ostentatious, just large and tastefully decorated in pastel colours: shades of blue and pale polished wood. Helena was the centrepiece reclining on a bed that was easily as large as the new one in our room. God she looked sexy: I'd never thought much about sex before I'd been changed, but just looking at that gorgeous woman reclining on those satin bed covers made me realise what I had been missing. The room lighting was subdued but still seemed to highlight her wonderful body. She looked up and smiled warmly, her beautiful face with its subtle make-up framed by long golden-blonde hair; she really was a gorgeous woman with a statuesque figure. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts, oh they were "DDs," but given her height and build, anything less would have looked small. And yes, her breasts, as well as her everything else, were visible through the diaphramous black neglig?e that she wore. I guess that we both must have froze because Helena's smile broadened before she gestured to us to join her. Still we hesitated: could this vision of loveliness really want us to join her on her immaculate bed? It was Tilly that moved first, tugging my hand as she moved forward and, giggling, I followed her. "Oh, God, you two are sooo beautiful, I hardly know where to start!" Helena gushed as she sat up and leaned back against the mound of pillows that were heaped against the upholstered headboard. I snuggled against her left-hand side while Tilly took position on her right. We both propped ourselves up on our elbows and just gazed at her. "You know," she admitted, "I just can't tell you apart!" We just smiled down at her and I made sure that my new willy was well hidden as it would have given the game away because it was larger and also trying to get hard again. We had both decided not to give her any clues. "Tilly?" she asked hopefully as she looked at me. "Yes?" we both answered. "Oh you little minxes..." she chuckled before reaching up and grabbing one of us for a long sensual French kiss. By sheer chance Tilly was the first and I watched closely as they both closed their eyes. The kiss went on for a couple of minutes and Helena took the opportunity to slip a hand into my sister's neglig?e to gently caress her new breasts. Tilly relaxed completely and just lay there moaning quietly when the kiss ended. Soon it was my turn to have those wonderful cherry-red lips pressed against mine. I surrendered completely as her tongue slowly pushed its way into my willing mouth and gently caressed mine. As the kiss went on I lost myself in her presence and savoured the way that her hand cupped and then fondled one of my breasts. I surely must have died and gone to heaven. The kiss eventually ended and I realised that I was lying on my back starring at the ceiling, except I just wasn't seeing it. I could hear someone panting and slowly realised that it was me. Tenderly mom began to introduce us to sex as we all kissed and cuddled. She encouraged us to explore each others' and her own body as we became more and more aroused. She stroked my hair, fondled my breasts and nibbled my ears while encouraging me to do the same to both herself and to Tilly. Then, as our confidence increased, I felt a hand slide slowly down my belly and gently grasp what hung beneath. "Saffie!" she proclaimed triumphantly and squeezed my girl-cock triumphantly, needless to say, it twitched and began to stiffen even more. She must have used her other hand in a similar manner because she then exclaimed. "Tilly!" And I heard my sister giggle happily. "This is wonderful!" Helena said. "They both work. You are both stiff." Then she lay back against the pillows, looked at us both in turn, smiled and began. She had one of us in each hand... You know I had never realised that Mom was ambidextrous, but as the hand on my girl-cock suddenly grasped my shaft gently but firmly I heard Tilly squeal in excitement and giggled as she received the same treatment. The hand that grasped me suddenly began to move, I gasped as Helena slid it up and down my shaft squeezing firmly enough to slide the new loose skin up and down also. I wondered what she was doing; I used to be a biological-girl, remember? However I soon found out and gasped as the wonderful feeling spread from my new organ and flowed into my whole body. I moaned, Tilly moaned; the feeling was like nothing I had experienced before. Sure, I'd rubbed it with a wet finger back in the days when it was a tiny clitty and I'd enjoyed the results of my handiwork. Now that it was tiny no longer, the sensations were fantastic! Helena began to speed up and was now pumping me with determination when suddenly my whole body bucked and I screamed. Stabs of fire shot through my girl-cock which began to twitch rhythmically and squirt in a long, single stream. I shrieked and squealed in my ecstasy as I experienced my first orgasm as a she-male. Then about twenty seconds after Helena had loosed me and left me to recover, I heard Tilly suddenly squeal something incoherent and begin to twitch uncontrollably as she too squirted something also only heres came out in pulses, each one matching a twitch. Between us we had made quite a mess on Mom's bed, but if her look of triumph was anything to go by; she didn't mind. After we returned from her bathroom where we had cleaned up we slipped into bed with her and cuddled up to her. "That's enough for tonight," she said languidly. "We'll play lots of new games together in future, but Mommy's tired now..." I remember drifting off to sleep that first wonderful night hoping that Tilly was as happy as I was. 3. Tilly's Awakening. I used to by Timothy but Mom has had my name changed to Matilda, or Tilly for short. I used to be a boy and a weedy one at that who was pushed into the background by my beautiful twin sister. Although she tried not to show it, it was pretty obvious that Mom preferred Saffie to me. I wasn't jealous: honest, I wasn't, and loved my sister as much as we both loved Mom. Okay, as Sapphire has said, she wasn't really our Mom: but she had raised us after our parents had been killed. She was our only relative and like everyone else who lived in the Chilterns, seemed to be rich. We were eight when we moved in with her: our nanny, Concita, came too and it was really her that had raised us... Mom just paid the bills. As I got older, I realised that I wasn't like the other boys that we met occasionally. I was always small and girlish for my age, and my voice never broke. Concita seemed concerned but Mom wasn't and kept reassuring me by saying that I was a late developer. We went to a small, very expensive private school were most of the other pupils were girls. When I commented on this, Mom just shushed me and asked me what I'd got against girls? It was a gentle and sheltered existence, far from the rough and tumble of the local Comprehensive School. We had each other for company and a twelve acre walled garden to play in but above all, we had Mom and Conchita and a bevy of assorted maids to care for us. We were happy, mainly because we were sheltered from anything that could make us unhappy so I suppose that our childhood could be described as idyllic. I say that we had Mom... This was technically untrue because Mom had us and was not going to let us go: besides, where would we go to? The outside world was a big, scary place that we were not equipped to deal with so why would we want too? The years drifted by, Saffie blossomed into a beautiful young woman while I didn't really change besides getting taller. We didn't want for anything material and before we knew it we were eighteen and were told that we were adults in the eyes of the law. Our eighteenth birthday party was odd: no presents for a start, Previous parties had been attended by carefully selected school friends, although the events had been carefully stage-managed. This birthday was different: there was just the two of us along with Mom and Concita... An increasingly grumpy Concita at that. It was after our afternoon tea that Mom dropped her bombshell and then threatened to turf us out into the big wide world so that we could fend for ourselves. It had taken a few minutes for the enormity of the threat to sink in... We could take our trust-funds, walk out through the front door and take our places out in the real world where we would sink or swim in whatever was out there. Or. We could stay with Mom: we could work for her at her bank and become exactly what ever she wanted us to become. Only thing was, if we left: that would be it! There would be no coming back. We just sat there in shock. Why was she doing this too us? Why was she throwing us out? Concita glowered at her. "And just how will the poor darlings survive out there?" she demanded. "It's not as if you've prepared them for life... This is so wrong!" Mom shushed her. "They can stay on my terms. It's up to them." Saffie broke our stunned silence. "Can Concita stay too? You are not throwing her out are you Mom?" Mom chuckled. "Oh, Concita is staying: I wouldn't dream of letting such a treasure go. Who else could run the household as efficiently as she does?" Concita seemed to shudder but Saffie didn't notice, instead she looked at me. "Timmy?" my sister asked. "I'm staying with Mom!" I said as emphatically as my little-boy voice would allow and that was that. Mom was as good as her word and we both stayed on her terms... If I had known in advance what those terms were, would I have been so eager to stay? How can I answer that? It wasn't a real choice, was it? Before a choice can be made there must be alternatives presented. Mom didn't do that! Oh sure, it looked like a choice but it was more of a manipulation. We wouldn't go: Mom made sure of that. And as for Concita, well she knew too much and she would be staying too. The three of us were staying but on Mom's terms. She changed us alright: she recreated us both in her own image and we became a special family: a shemale and her daughters. After our stay in that Indian hospital Mom took us in hand and guided us expertly as we awoke to our new lives: lives that she had ordained for us sometime in the previous ten years. She loved us but was determined to see a return on her investment while we had gained a purpose in life, it was now our sole function to make her happy in anyway that we could. We had our own room which we shared with Concita, but when Mom was home, we usually slept with her in her massive (triple) bed and it was here that she awoke our new sexuality. I remember the first time: we had only been back home for a few days when she sent for us; she'd already played games with us and explored our bodies: I remember her masturbating me for the first time. In my enforced innocence, I hadn't realised that it was possible and nothing prepared me for the feelings and sensations that coursed through me as the world inside my head exploded into light and pleasure for that first time... Now it was Saffie's turn and Saffie was the first one to be taken by Mom. The bedroom lights were dimmed when we entered and romantic music was playing in the background. Diner had been informal and we had sat around the table chatting until late and drinking more wine than was good for us. We weren't used to it and my sister and I were giggly as we were led, hand in hand, up the wide staircase into the 'Mistress-Bedroom'. I suppose that that should have read 'Master' but the word was totally inappropriate in every way imaginable. Even before Mom eagerly pulled us in through the door she had begun to almost rip our clothes off with a burning urgency that was born out of impatience and frustration. We left a trail of clothes in the hallway and on the bedroom carpet. Mine; Mom's, Saffie's all jumbled up and not needed. Then, slipping an arm around each of our waists, she propelled us towards that massive bed with its silky-soft sheets and covers. With my head spinning from the wine I needed no encouragement to scramble up and climb under the covers. "No, Tilly, not tonight," Mom murmured softly. Her husky voice quaking slightly. "I want to see your beautiful bodies, I want to enjoy the sight of them as I take possession. Tonight is when all of my dreams come true." She encouraged Saffie by positioning her on all-fours, on hands and knees; stroking my sister's flawless and hairless skin as she did so. Saffie giggled as Mom moved her knees apart and knelt behind her. "Tonight I'm going to pop your cherry, my darling," she purred as she began to ease something into my sister's tight little rosebud. "Don't worry, my pet, its just lubricant: I want to make love to you, not hurt you." She encouraged me to sit in front of Saffie so that I could watch whatever it was that Mom was going to do. Saffie looked a picture waiting there, unsure as to what would happen next, her breasts hung down as did her willy. All three jiggled every time that she moved. I couldn't see Mom's as she was kneeling behind my sister's raised bottom but I could imagine it growing hard. Then it began. She slipped a beautifully manicured finger into my sister's arsehole which caused her to gasp in surprise it also caused her little tool to stiffen. "Ooh!" she moaned as Mom reached down and grasped herself. I didn't know it at the time but she was about to fuck Saffie... Tonight it was her turn; soon it would be mine. She jiggled around and then suddenly grasped my sister around her waist and eased forward. "Ahh - Ahhgh!" Saffie gasped as she was entered, her eyes bulging wide. Was she in pain? Was Mom hurting her? Should I do something? Mom eased back, then moved forward again which caused Saffie to give a little barking gasp. Mom's face was ecstatic, no, it was triumphant, as she began to thrust rhythmically. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Saffie's tits and cock began to swing backwards and forwards in time to those loving thrusts. Saffie's groans changed to grunts and then into moans of pleasure which kept time with Mom's urgent thrusts. Pull back slowly - slam forward. Pull back slowly - slam forward. Pull back slowly - slam forward. Each thrust accompanied by a moan, or a gasp, or a squeal. All of them, none of them. Saffie's eyes were wide and unseeing as each meaty slap of Mom's thighs against her arse sounded against the background music and elicited gasp after gasp from my sister. Like poetry in motion, Mom's magnificent tits bounced backwards and forwards, jiggling in time with her thrusts, just as Saffies smaller ones and her cock did. Suddenly Saffie squealed and squirted her load down onto those beautiful silk bed covers in one single long jet. Mom carried on with her rhythmic pounding for perhaps another half a minute until she screamed. "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!" as she herself orgasmed and collapsed across Saffie's back. The three of us slept until late the next morning oblivious to the mess that we had made of the sheets. Yes, I say 'we' because I joined in taking my little willy in hand and wanking myself off in time to the pounding that Mom gave Saffie and I added my little load to the general mess of that wonderful night. Mom had popped Saffie's anal cherry and I had played with myself as I watched. Two nights later it was my turn. Mom's approach was the same: wine and then bed upon which I found myself perching on all-fours waiting for Mom to enter me. My head was spinning from the amount of wine that she had encouraged me to drink. "It'll relax you, my darling," she had said. Maybe she was relaxed enough for she hardly drank any herself. Then with Saffie sitting in front of me in exactly the same position that I had occupied, we smiled at each other... God! My sister really is beautiful! I didn't quite adopt the same posture that she had, instead, I rested on my forearms, rather than my hands.. This had the duel affect of forcing my arse even higher and bringing my head down almost onto Saffie's crotch. For some reason I ducked down and kissed the end of her girl-cock. I don't know why I did it - it just seemed to be the right thing to do. Suddenly I felt something cold being squirted against my rosebud as Mom applied lubricant and then worked her finger into me to make sure that she had used enough. I gasped because her finger really did feel massive. I guess that I must have wriggled because I felt my breasts move: I still wasn't fully used to their weight hanging from my chest: they really did seem huge when compared to the previously flat-chested me. Next I felt Mom's hand slip down my thigh and gently move around and under my belly. Her finger tips traced an intricate pattern, which made me shiver expectantly, before they came to rest on my little girl-cock which she gently fondled and caressed. "Oh Tilly, Tilly, Tilly, you are becoming hard aren't you?" she purred as her fingers rippled. "You've got a little stiffie." The hand stroked and squeezed lovingly. She grasped my little organ and masturbated it gently for a few seconds before moving on to fondle my little balls in their hairless sac. I gasped in pleasure. Then she let go and I felt something being rubbed up and down the crease between my arse cheeks as Mum pressed the end of her now hard girl-cock against me. I must admit that I enjoyed the sensation. "Relax, my beautiful girl," she hissed as she lined herself up. Then it began. She entered me. The stab of pain was really unexpected and cause me to squeal. I had a virgin arse-hole - nothing other than Mom's finger had ever forced its way into me before so this was a completely new sensation. Mom pushed into me further and further and her girl-cock felt massive. Hell, I had no idea how big cocks could be... Mine was just about three inches long when angry - Saffie's being about two and a half inches longer and quite a bit thicker too.. Mom's, needless to say, was bigger still and seamed to take for ever going into me. It really seemed as if I had been filled beyond bursting point and I felt as if I needed to relieve myself, only how? Surely something inside me would tear apart? Suddenly I felt something else enter me. My mouth was only inches away from Saffie's willy - only it wasn't any more and I felt it grow erect and the bulbous end rubbed against my tongue. As Mom thrust forward again I gasped and drew it further into my mouth. Mom's arms hugged my waist as she thrust her way in before pulling slowly back. She was gentle at first allowing my newly stretched arsehole to get used to the intrusion. Each thrust hurt but I soon realised that their was another sensation - it was nice and I felt as if I was being massaged on the inside. As Mom thrust in again and again I felt Saffie's fingers lock into my hair as she took control of my head. Mom thrust herself into my arsehole while my sister thrust herself up into my mouth and I felt myself being fucked at each end simultaneously. Mom rammed into me with increasing power while Saffie worked her girl- cock in and out of my mouth. If I had been thinking at this stage I would have been confused but instead I felt a warm glow spreading out from my bowel. The stabs of pain were still there, but they didn't matter any more: all that did was the glow and the pulses of pleasure that went on and on, a pulsing glow that I didn't want to ever end. Mom's cock only existed for one reason, and that reason was to give me pleasure. The pounding went on for several minutes and I felt the tension begin to build up inside me until it exploded and I could feel my own little cock begin to twitch and jerk rhythmically as I orgasmed and it released its load in a series of squirts down onto the bed. Mom speeded up getting faster and faster until a warm something flooded out into my bowel stretching it even further. As Mom orgasmed, shrieking as she too shot her much larger load into me in pulses of liquid fire as her cock twitched and throbbed inside my bowel and then she paused and I could actually feel her penis soften inside me before she pulled it out a minute or two later. Finally Saffie came into my mouth as she shot her slimy and rather earthy tasting load into it. I remember swallowing as I heard her too squealing in ecstasy. We had satisfied each other - life was indeed wonderful. Again we ignored the messy bed and fell asleep nestled in each other's arms. Mom was happy, my sister was happy so I was happy. What the two of us kids lacked in skill and experience we more than made up for with our youthful enthusiasm. We had discovered sex and planned to let it take centre stage in our new life with Mom. 4. At Home to "The Circle" (Saffie). On every third Thursday afternoon of each month Mom was "At Home" which is a quaint old fashioned term that means that the mistress of the house is in residence and happy to entertain visitors. However the visitors are rather special: they are all women and are members of what is referred to as "The Circle." Ever since we were little we had known about these rather formal visits by Mom's smartly dressed friends and acquaintances. They always gathered in Mom's drawing room, the one next to her library, where they sat and exchanged pleasantries and engaged in small talk or so it had seemed to us as children. Actually, as children, our interactions with these gatherings had been strictly limited. When not at school we had been paraded, freshly scrubbed and neatly dressed, before the gathered ladies for them to admire. As we grew older, we assisted by helping to serve tea, small sandwiches and tiny cakes to the assembled group receiving compliments as to our behaviour and appearance in exchange. Then while 'afternoon tea' was in progress, we were always spirited away by Concita and given tea and cakes in our favourite room - the sun-lounge. There were never less than four women in attendance and never more than about a dozen but as our contacts with the group was limited they never seemed to be more than Mom's friends. As the years passed by we noticed that sometimes one or more of the women would be accompanied by younger companions who played no real part in the proceedings. Their sole function being to sit quietly and be admired. Sometimes one of them would leave with a different woman, although we never asked why. To us there was nothing strange about these gatherings: they were just a normal part of our life at home: nothing more. It was only after our eighteenth birthday that we found out just what "The Circle" represented and just what the women who belonged had in common, however, the realisation came in stages. Mom had explained human sexuality with the emphasis on the parts that were relevant to us: we knew how 'shemales' differed from 'biological females' and how 'lesbians' differed from 'straight women'. Mom wanted to avoid the complications that would be produced by us trying to force ourselves onto one of the latter. Although she needn't have worried as we were both submissive and shy: she had seen to that and had explained that it was for our own "protection." Well the women of "The Circle" were all gold-star lesbians: wealthy and influential ones at that. A few were also shemales or transwomen, but the majority had been born female - not that it seemed to make any difference: I guess women aren't as judgemental as men. "The Circle" was formally-informal and did not have an official membership list or even leaders. It was a de-facto group that existed to protect and serve its members and to facilitate them in their pursuit of the lifestyle that they chose to enjoy. As time went on we became acquainted with them all, although I hesitate to claim that we knew them. Mistresses are far too self-contained and controlling - they made sure that no one really knew them or at least knew no more than the false front that they presented to the world in general and to each other in particular. Above all, however, they kept each other's secrets: the greatest of which being that they existed. As I have said, the 'non-group' did not have any leaders: leading a group of Mistresses would be akin to trying to herd cats! However two of the most influential leaders that they didn't have were Mom and a grey- haired woman named Margaret Baxter. Mom held sway by reason of her being a banker and as such was in a position to safe-guard the others financially and to make sure that their money was always invested in the safest funds that produced good returns. Margaret Baxter was a consultant psychiatrist and an eminent one at that: when she spoke, she spoke quietly and with such authority that the others always listened. Like Mom, she tended to be a moderating influence which is the sort of thing that every group of over-confident and egotistically lesbian slavers needs if its members are to remain at liberty in a homophobic world that pretends to place the rights of the individual above all else or at least to pay hypocritical lip-service to it. The first "at home" that my sister and I attended was about six months after our return from India: Mom wanted to be sure that we were comfortable with our modified bodies, our altered genders and our revised sexuality before exposing us to the full glare of her 'friends'. Margaret Baxter had visited a couple of times and we had got to know her as a friendly, if quietly spoken, middle aged woman. She talked to us in depth over tea or while just relaxing and always seemed happy to listen to whatever came into our empty heads. She really was a nice lady. Looking back, I realise that Mom had asked her to assess our mental health in the light of all that we had undergone and when she was happy with us, we also were "at home" to visitors. Not only that but we discovered that we too were non-members of the non-group that was destined play a big part in our future lives. Some of the other ladies held similar soir?es: Margaret always being 'at home' on the second Wednesday of every month. Some women, however, kept themselves to themselves. They would occasionally attend at the homes of others but never reciprocated by hosting similar gatherings of their own, nor were they expected to do so. It was during our first real at-home that we discovered the full implications of the group: we were no longer children and so were spared the polite, slightly patronising, responses of the eight ladies who gathered in Mom's drawing room and were no longer expected to hand plates of sandwiches around. Instead, they were full of genuine-sounding praise for how we had been changed in fulfilment of Mom's unique vision. When she had explained that we were her daughters and companions and not her latest pets the admiration seemed to become more intense and a Russian lady, named Ludmilla Carbonova, paid Mom the ultimate compliment. "I now know what to do with those two useless sons that my repulsive pig of a husband saddled me with before I came out and got rid of him! If you can have shemales as daughters, Helena, then so can I!" she said with a nasty laugh. "I was wondering just what I should do with Pyotr and Konstantin..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes seemed to light up mischievously. There was appreciative chuckling, as some of "The Circle" were real man- haters while most of the rest where contemptuous of males to some degree or other. There was a lot of banter and some lewd comments that indicated that others, too, were thinking along similar lines until, that is, Margaret Baxter used her quiet voice to say, "Remember the rules, ladies." The conversation then glided seamlessly onto other topics, including that of men in general, and we began to grasp the power wielded by these dominant women. "You have it easy as far as men are concerned," a slim Chinese woman stated authoritatively, "Western men merely labour under the misapprehension that they are God's gift to women. Asian men, however, firmly believe that they are themselves Gods and think that all women should bow down and worship them." There was a general chuckle and Ludmilla added. "Russian men are drunken pigs who never think!" The Chinese woman, who had been introduced to us as K? Cai, smiled knowingly. "That is no doubt true, Ludmilla, but Chinese men seem to be brainwashed from birth to regard woman as their inferiors. Meeting a forceful woman comes as a shock to them which the poor fools regard as a threat to be countered at all costs." The babble of individual conversations fell away as the tea-sipping women gave Cai their full attention. She continued, "Their arrogance blinds many to the fact that this woman is their superior which often makes their defeat laughably easy." Mom later explained to me that K? Cai owned and ruled an estate in northern China that was about the size of an English county and that such was her wealth and influence that her word was law. A small, intense, Indian woman named Sandhya Sachi was next to speak. "What became of the ones that did opposed you, Madam Cai?" Cai smiled but remained silent for a few seconds, then, eyes sparkling, continued. "It all depends upon who they are, their status and their degree of opposition. Ignorant peasants who know no better are of no real account and usually serve me faithfully after a short sharp period of re-education. State functionaries and males of similar status, however, are a different matter: most spend the rest of their miserably short lives toiling in my mines. A visit by my castratrix is usually enough to erase their arrogance and make them far easier to handle. The loss of their manhood invariably shames them into submission. I have successfully dealt with avaricious petty criminals, corrupt policemen, greedy lawyers and arrogant party officials in this way. A single male may fall into more than one of these categories and their removal greatly benefits society in general and such is their unpopularity that they are rarely missed or even looked for." She paused for effect and to sip more tea. "Some particularly nasty specimens have required special treatment and I always make a point of confiscating their assets, including their property, their money and their family members. They themselves are executed, always humanely even though they themselves have invariably tortured others to death. I find that this is the best way of dealing with Snakeheads, Mafia-style godfathers and other such parasites. They have no honour - so unlike the old Tongs who I can respect. "I have had to deal with three of these puffed-up scallywags to date, all being extortionists or drug dealers. They died quickly, but not before they witnessed their family's humiliation and enslavement: most male relatives being transported to my mines while the females joined my household, or were sold on to other mistresses. I do not normally countenance male domestic slaves although I have made a partial exception with regard to four of the spoiled-emperors who were sons of these criminals. They now draw my formal carriage as beasts of burden and needless to say, their fathers did not die until after they witnessed the improvements that I decreed to be made to the bodies of their beloved offspring." Cai paused once more although this time she pretended that she had indeed concluded her account and it was only after hearing requests for details that she relented and gave details of the said 'improvements'. She smiled, daintily devoured a cucumber sandwich and continued. "I chose the four sons that were most closely matched in height and build although I made sure that I had at least one representative from each of the three families. I began by having their vocal chords and body hair permanently removed - so much more hygienic and peaceful afterwards, don't you think? Next vacuum pumps were used to expand their penises which were injected with tiny silicone microbeads to preserve the expansion while giving them permanent, but completely useless, ten inch erections: this was done very gradually so as not to destroy the feeling within these very sensitive organs. Their glans were then pierced crossways and fitted with a three inch diameter gold plated hoop and their now useless genitalia were intricately embroidered with gold thread before receiving hundreds of piercings into each of which was inserted the clasp and spiked mounting for a semiprecious gemstone. Incidentally this makes it quite impossible for them to relieve their sexual tension by masturbation or even to touch the said organ because doing so causes the mountings to jab them rather painfully. "Finally their urethra's were re-routed so that they now must sit to pee by way of a small hole just behind the scrotum. I was merciful to them and did not have them castrated besides, I wanted my carriage to be pulled by stallions and not geldings! When the modifications had all healed I clipped dog leads to their cock rings and paraded them in front on the cells occupied by their fathers. You should have heard the wailing, gnashing of teeth and the screams of despair that the old men uttered prior to their execution. The enterprise was expensive but has provided me a certain reputation as well as a unique team to draw my landau - you should see how their useless bejewelled organs catch the sunlight as they bob up and down while their owners trot along naked in front of my carriage, which incidently is always driven by one of their sisters who, for some reason, does not spare the whip. Who could ever have imagined that male genitals could ever be converted into such an exquisite work of art?" "Reputation?" enquired one of the listening women. "Why, yes," Cai purred, "I have let it be known that I wish to expand my carriage team to six." Naturally this remark produced a ripple of polite laughter. Idle chat? Not really as the main function of these gatherings was that of status and prestige: Madam Cai's tale certainly provided her with an increase in the latter. Business was also conducted at these gatherings and this was usually financial or trade related. For instance Sandhya Sachi, the Indian Mistress, let it be known that she was interested in acquiring 'a few Western girls for her own and her friends' pleasure'. Several of the women present answered that they might be in a position to trade, Madam Sandhya continued, "I would prefer blondes and redheads: both of which have rarity value in India." Madam Cai then added that she too might well be interested in making similar acquisitions, nationality being less important than appearance. To my surprise, Margaret Baxter was the next to respond. "What sort of quantities are we considering?" "About half a dozen should suffice," Sandhya said. "That would be an ideal number for me also," added Cai. "What are you offering in exchange, ladies?" Mom then asked quite casually. Cai smiled. "I can provide Chinese, Korean or Filipino girls, conditioned to be submissive if so required." "Thai or Vietnamese women?" Margaret demanded bluntly. The Chinese woman hesitated. "If that is what is required then yes." The gathering turned to Madam Sandhya who smiled disarmingly. "I can provide Indian or Pakistani girls if such pleases you." "Forgive me, Madam Sandhya," Mom interjected, "but those are no longer considered to be exotic in the West these days. There are plenty available just for the asking: they have no scarcity value." The Indian woman smiled. "There is no chance that the ones that I provide will be missed or will be sort by your local police. Besides I will be generous and offer seven for six. There then followed a flurry of polite negotiation ending when both Asian woman offered to trade three-for-two providing that the European girls were submissive and conditioned for lesbian sex. An agreement was reached after Cai stipulated that one of the red-heads must be at least six feet tall, well-proportioned and athletic. "Why, to run along at the side of my carriage. What else?" she chuckled. Several of the gathered mistresses then confirmed that their staff would make contact and discuss details at sometime during the next few days. And that, with Christmas approaching, some of the girls offered would no doubt be suitable as gifts for friends, family and colleagues. This is incidentally no doubt how Tilly and I came to receive our Christmas present a couple of months later. 5. Christmas. (Tilly) After we had remade in Mom's image back in April and she had given us time to adjust to our new selves in peace and quiet before we had been introduced to 'The Circle' by attending a couple of Mom's soir?es. We had gradually got to know the ladies that attended and learned that we were now actually members. I suppose it is them that we should thank for the very special Christmas present that Mom gave us this year. It was the night before Christmas and Saffie and I were snuggled up together in the large bed that we shared. I know that that I said we normally sleep with Mom when she's home but this evening she insisted that we spend the night in our own room: still, Concita joined us and we all kissed and cuddled until we fell asleep. We awoke early on Christmas morning to Mom shouting, "Surprise, surprise!" from the doorway of our room. And there was our present - naked, except for a large bow of purple satin tied around her waist. "Her name is Tukta which means 'doll' in her native Thai language," Mom called and then added, "Enjoy!" before vanishing again. Well the name was written on her gift tag. I've no idea how old she is as she cannot speak, Mom thought that she would be happier without vocal chords and had had them removed along with her body hair at the same time that she was spayed. She really is beautiful with her golden skin, doll-like features, slim body, "D" cup tits and shoulder-length shiny straight black hair. We later learned that she is in her early-twenties and had been a university student whose parents had fallen on had times and had given her to Madam Cai who covered all of their debts in exchange. Never the less, she is loving, very submissive and eager to please but above all she is a Tukta of our very own, willing and delectable sex- doll. We grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into bed, not that she needed much coaxing, then we took turns to kiss and fondle her. I slipped my hand between her thighs and stroked her pussy, which caused her to shiver appreciatively and grasp my hand, keeping it in place. It was also pretty obvious that she had been trained and been conditioned to perform the sort of sex that my sister and I liked for when Saffie stroked her slim arse and ran a finger around her rosebud she immediately dropped onto all-fours and presented her bottom to Saffie and waited eagerly while we lubed her up. My sister did the honours, for I thought that there was no point in me even trying - I'm quite small, remember? Tukta jiggled appreciatively and gasped as my sister slipped her tool into her and began to thrust; gently at first but rapidly increased in speed and depth as she used her whole five and a half inches to good effect. Our doll began to gasp in time with the thrusts as Saffie rode her doggy-fashion to a powerful anal orgasm - the first of many that the three of us would share. Concita did not seem put out by the new arrival and joined in with enthusiasm... she knew that it was not easy for me to fuck so she took my little cock in her gentle mouth and brought me off to a stunning Christmas climax! Needless to say, Saffie and I were very late for breakfast that wonderful Christmas morning. Mom's Christmas presents always presented us with a difficulty. What do you give to someone we seems to have everything that they desire? We had put our heads together, empted our piggy-banks and made a raid on the Bristol branch 'Victoria's Secret'. She seemed very pleased with the matching neglig?e, night dresses and other lingerie, all in her favourite colours. Then much to our relief, changed into some of her present which she wore for the rest of the day. We asked Mom what we could do with our new toy toy she just shrugged and said. "Whatever you want too: Concita will help you to look after your new pet; but be gentle with her and remember she is not one of the servants: they just don't have her skills and training. "She'll love you both, come what may; so make sure that you love her back!" she added cryptically. When I asked about that she just gave us a 'Mom' smile. "Can we keep her naked?" Saffie blurted out excitedly. "Of course, dear, however you want to dress or decorate her is entirely up to you so naked is just fine but just make sure that the rooms where you keep her aren't too cold," Mom answered knowing full well that neither of us had thought of that. Christmas held one more treat for me: Saffie and Concita arranged it as a surprise and Tukta eagerly played the most important part. For some reason, Mom had managed to convince me that I was just to small to make love successfully: I mean, at 3 inches I'm not exactly well-hung, am I? Saffie, however, had other ideas Mom retired to bed very early that evening taking a couple of her pet maids with her and leaving Saffie and I to watch the Dr Who Christmas special alone in the TV lounge. Then at about eight, my sister took me by the hand and led me upstairs and into our room. There was quiet music playing and the lights were dimmed when we entered so I could clearly tell that there was something going on that I wasn't party too. The beautiful Tukta was posing seductively on all-fours in the centre of our bed, still wearing the bow of purple satin like a sash around her waist. She smiled at me as I entered and my heart seemed to skip a beat: what ever it was that the other girls were planning clearly involved me. Saffie pulled me into our room and eagerly helped me undress before guiding me up onto the bed and positioning me on my knees behind our waiting doll. I stared in awe at her slender behind that never-the-less swelled out from from her slim waist in a most lady-like manner. I was mesmerised: my hips were still fairly narrow as it would take another year or so for the female hormones that I took to work their pubescent magic upon me. I must have been staring at her wonderful arse for some time because Saffie grabbed my little willy and began to massage it into life in an attempt to speed things up. Oh it was eager, and soon was dribbling colourless pre-cum in a way that hers could not. "Come on, Tilly dear, you've got more than enough to do something with," she said encouragingly. But when I began to line it up with our Tukti's waiting rosebud she stopped me. "No, silly," she said, "use her pussy, it's lower and will be easier for you to get into." Honestly! It had not actually occurred to me that girls had pussies and feeling slightly foolish I pointed the end of my little willy at those plump and delectable-looking dark chocolate lips. My glans slipped in easily as there was more than enough natural lube. And as soon as the end was in I let go of the shaft and hugged Tukta's hips from behind, hearing her gasp as I did so. Had I hurt her? I sincerely hoped not but as she didn't try to pull away, I guess that I'd done no harm. As I pushed gently in I felt her as she seemed to squeeze my rod producing a pleasant feeling that I really enjoyed. Remember, this was the first time that I had been inside anything other than a hand or a mouth and the feeling was different to either; it was more intimate, somehow. Experimentally, I pushed slowly in until I felt my belly press against her slim, golden arse and then pulled back until I was almost out and could feel those lips around my glans once more. I tried to set up a rhythm, but it's difficult when you have only three inches but I managed and found myself thrusting in and out of Tukta more rapidly than Mom or Saffie did when either of them were making love to me. My hips seemed to take on a life of their own as I pumped away and produced the most fantastic glowing feeling that flowed out from my little willy and into the rest of my body. I'd been masturbated, I'd been sucked-off and I'd been fucked but none of them compared with this! Push in - pull back... Push in - pull back... The intensity of the feeling built up and up until it felt as if I was about to explode and, guess what? I think that I did! Or at least my little tool seemed to as I came and squirted and squirted and squirted: my cum shooting into our Thai doll's eager pussy which began to twitch and flutter around me. I squealed my release as she produced a series of soft pants that showed that she had orgasmed too. As I eased out I looked up and my post-coital glow vanished instantly because Concita was standing in the doorway with Mom at her side, no doubt she had summoned Helena to witness something that she had thought momentous. Concita was beaming at me proudly but Mom's expression was thunderous while her eyes, blazed with strong emotion. Then wordlessly, she turned and walked stiffly away. 6. Christmas. (Helena) Tilly's Christmas performance came as quite a shock and it was definitely not something I ever intended to be possible: I guess it was just pure dominance on my part and I had intended her to be fucked, nothing more! Subconsciously I must have decided that I was the alpha-shemale around here and I was determined that I was going to prevent the emergence of a rival. Saffie evidently was no threat as she had originally been a girl, but Tilly was another matter. Tilly produced her own testosterone, admittedly in small amounts, but testosterone was the aggression- hormone! Subconsciously I must have feared Tilly as a competitor! When I had got back to my own room I sent my pets away: seeing their Mistress upset would only have distressed them and I didn't want that to happen. I sat on the edge of my bed and felt lonely and awkward as it seemed that my plans were starting to unravel. Tilly was supposed to be the trophy daughter stroke companion, I'd made sure that her genitalia had remained small to emphasise the point that she was subservient to me. I had made sure that the biological girl had been given a bigger cock to increase Tilly's feelings of inferiority. I knew now that I should have had her castrated when I had had the chance but no, I had left her with a fully functional penis and testicles just so that I could watch her tiny tool tiny get hard and then ejaculate uselessly when ever she was fucked. I walked over to my dressing table and picked up the 'phone - the secure landline, not one of the all too easily bugged mobiles, and began to dial Dr Gupta's number. It was not too late, she could soon whip those annoying balls out and replace them with a couple of nuticles: the silicone replicas like her sister had. Both of the children could be anaesthetised so that neither they nor anyone else need ever know that anything had happened. Oh, she'd try to fuck with it again and again and I'd be ever so sympathetic when it didn't work. Gupta would pretend to examine her and would tell her that it was 'just one of those things' that can happen to a shemale, then I could go back to fucking her just like I had intended. Okay, I wouldn't have the satisfaction of watching her shoot her load uselessly but that was a small price to pay... I stopped mid-dial. "No!" I said loudly. "Someone will know...... Me!" I put the phone down. It would not be fair on Tilly: she was my daughter and not my pet. It would also be a breach of the rules. Members of "The Circle" just couldn't be allowed to go around behaving like that towards each other; the twins after all were now members and would one day become mistresses in their own right and have their own retinue of pets. Why, hadn't I already started them off on that road by giving them Concita and Tukta? I sighed loudly and was about to use the internal phone to summon Mi- Cha, the North Korean girl with the exquisite mouth, when someone tapped softly on the door. I frowned. Now what? I thought as I hesitated; I really didn't want to be disturbed, not now. I sighed and called, "Come on in!" When the door swung open, I saw Tilly standing there wearing her see- through powder blue neglig?e. Her chocolate-brown hair brushed back and secured in a pony tail with a large matching bow. At a glance I could tell that she had applied subtle make-up to emphasise her eyes and lips. I was intrigued as I enquired. "Yes, Tilly, what can I do for you?" She hesitated then asked, "Have I upset you, Mommy?" her voice quiet and nervous. She hadn't called me 'Mommy' in years. I felt the anger and misgivings evaporate. "No, darling, if I gave that impression, I'm sorry, so please come in - you know that you don't have to knock on my door." She gave me a little winsome smile, walked slowly over to the bed and sat on the floor in front of me. "It's just that you said we could do what ever we wanted with Tukta providing we didn't hurt her." I muffled a sigh. "Of cause you may, she's your plaything, she's for you and your sister to share." It's just that I didn't expect you to be able to fuck her. I added to myself. She shuffled forward and leaned her shoulder lightly against my right knee. "I didn't think that I'd be able to do what I did, but it was heavenly. It really was! Thank you for our wonderful present." My heart melted and I felt more than a little ashamed of my initial reaction. Instead, I forced a smile. "Your new found ability might be something that we can all share," I said without meaning to. The hesitation faded and a beautiful girl smiled up at me as she leaned gently against my knee forcing my thighs apart. Slowly she reached under my robe and stroked my willy before reaching up with her other hand and untying the silk sash which allowed the garment to softly fall open. I stroked her hair as she smiled up at me. "Happy Christmas, Mummy," she said as her head bobbed down and she softly kissed the tip of my rapidly stiffening penis. She paused and then licked off the pre-cum that was beginning to dribble out. I shivered expectantly while she knelt between my open thighs and smiled up at me angelically. Was she going to..... Her head seemed to float down as her pink-tinted lips slowly opened just enough to take in the top part of my fleshy glans. I gasped as she suddenly sucked more of me into her willing young mouth. "Oh, Tilly, Tilly. Tilly," I murmured. "Why did I even think it?" If she heard me she paid no attention to my guilty utterance. Instead I felt her tongue slowly lick the length of the underside of my shaft until it arriver at the frenum, which I think is what the sensitive spot near the end is called. When it arrived it sort of jiggled and sent a tiny 'electric shock' through me. I gasped and thought. Where ever did you learn that one? Tilly wasn't as skilled as Mi-Cha, but then who is? However what she lacked in technique, she made up for in inventiveness and enthusiasm. She was very good, gently rocking backwards and forwards and sliding my erect tool in and out of her mouth; except that she had another trick, when she moved down, she sucked as hard as she could and the sensation was just exquisite. Her combination of licking, sucking and sliding soon had me on edge and I began to inadvertently thrust in time to her movements. I had long grabbed hold of her ponytail and was using it in an attempt to manoeuvre he head into positions that gave me an even greater sensation. Up - down. In - out. We went, our dance bringing me closer and closer to the edge.. Suddenly the orgasm hit me and it was an explosive one! My head shot back as I screeched my release to the ceiling while I convulsively grabbed hold of her hair with both hands. My overstimulated willy really went into overdrive as it jerked, twitched and shot my cum into my adopted daughter's willing mouth again and again and again. The spasms seemed to go on and on and she swallowed gamely time and time again. "Come on, my darling," I said as I bent over and kissed her full on the mouth, tasting my own salty semen and swallowing what ever I drew out of her mouth. Oh Tilly, my darling, how could I ever have doubted you? We lay in each others arms on top of my bed while I recovered and I must admit to feeling very guilty. I suppose that I had intended Sapphire to be the main recipient of my affections, a wife almost, while Matilda had been intended to be some sort of trophy plaything: a degraded male for me to use for revenge on the male sex who had ridiculed me as a sissy and a queer and made me suffer so as I was growing up. Tilly had melted my heart and in my eyes my dear children could never be anything other than equal. I reached down and fondled her little cock which I now knew was going to get into places had previously been denied to it. "Tilly?" I murmured. "Hmm?" she answered dreamily. "Thank you for teaching me the true meaning of Christmas. And I love you." "Love you too. Mom!" * * * Helena and her daughters will be back in the sequel: "Making More Dreams Come True."