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The Rock. A love Story. Trish, 2019. When you consider that even in the 21st century class divisions tend to dictate who you mix with in British society Lee and I never should have become friends, let alone the very best friends, yet we were. My family lived in the affluent old village on the edge of town while Lee was raised very much the wrong side of the tracks, but everyone loved the funny self-confident Lee. Even my mother whose aristocratic upbringing meant she was usually very sensitive about making sure I did not mix with people she saw as a bad influence adored Lee. Through out our infant and primary school years Lee and I were pretty much inseparable, and if my mum had not got sick we probably would not have lost contact even if I had gone to Harrow School. "He's such a drama queen, and he gets my Bobbie in to all kinds of scrapes but I can't help but like the boy," mum once told aunt Marcia when we were visiting. From what my aunt has told me about us that age, even then there were signs of our unorthodox future preferences, but because of the emotional trauma that accompanied my mother's death, and my fathers response to her loss I have blanked out a lot of my later primary years. My mother had been very much the product of the upper class British system. The only child of an extremely wealthy family descended from the nobility, she had been privately educated until she went up to Oxford, where she met and fell in love with my father, a former Cambridge rugby blue who was born in the Salford slums. Not that you could have told where he was from after Manchester Grammar, Cambridge and Harvard polished him into the dashing young oil company executive my mother met and fell in love with. I was seven when my mum first got sick, and although I was aware she was often ill my parents never let on to me just how serious her illness was until the world as I knew it started to come apart in the weeks before she lost her battle with cancer. Shattered by the loss at the centre of our lives my father decided the best thing to do was get away from anything and everything that reminded us of her, and that was the reason why when it became evident that mum would no see the summer he accepted a senior management post with Exxon Mobil in Texas. It was just weeks after my mother passed away when we moved, and I did really understand that we were not coming back from the States until we had been there for a week, and I asked when we were going home? I had always been told, and expected that I was going to Harrow at eleven, and perhaps if I had gone the autumn after my mum passed I might still have a close relationship with my father, but underneath his Cambridge and Harvard education, and his marriage into money he was still deep down a working class Salford lad. He had never been that sold on me going to boarding school in the first place and without asking how I felt about it he decided that instead of going to Harrow as planned, I would stay with him and be educated in the States. I later found out from my maternal grandfathers diaries that they had a big argument and fell out over him taking me to the USA. My grandfather, who lost his father in the second world war felt that in the aftermath of losing my mum it would be much better for me if my father did not disrupt the schooling program I been brought up to expect, but he stubbornly stuck to his decision to take me to the States. I get my stubbornness from my father. I'll be honest from the moment we landed in Texas I wanted to go home, I missed my friend Lee and I struggled to adjust to things after we moved. I was still an emotional wreck from the loss of my mum, and was in not in any shape to mentally adapt to a new life in a strange culture. I suspect that because everything would have changed for me the following autumn with starting my secondary education at Harrow, and making new friends there my father expected me to come round to living in the States but instead I just withdrew into myself. Up until the move to the USA I had been a cheerfully academic over achiever, the A1 plus student, who at nine had been tipped as a candidate for early university entry, but in Texas I quickly became isolated and my grades fell through the floor. Through out that first year I think my father expected me to 'buck up' and find my feet, but I did not. Perhaps if he had given me time to come to terms with losing my mum before ripping me away from everyone and everything familiar, things would have been different, but instead the move just compounded my depression, and I basically shut down into myself. In the end I spent sixteen extremely unhappy months living in the US feeling completely alienated from the world around me before he finally accepted that I was unlikely to ever settle into American life. He tried everything to make me settle first though. He sent me to see countless therapists, councillors and psychologists, and was often angry at me because of what they told him. I now know that it was only after the doctors told him I'd probably end up institutionalised unless something changed that he reluctantly agreed to send me to boarding school back in England. Boarding school was weird, but it was a part of a culture I understood, in a society I wanted to be a part of and I showed an immediate improvement as I started to re-engage and come out my depression. I'm sure that a big part of my sudden improvement was down to the fact that unlike in the States where I had been unable to connect with people enough to build friendships, boarding school ran a packed timetable of extra curricular activities that forced me to connect with my house mates. Within weeks of starting my grades started to come back up and I began to tentatively make if not friends then at least companions. When I very reluctantly flew to the US for the Christmas vacation I could tell my father had missed me, but it had to been obvious to him that being home had done me the world of good because I was slowly recovering. However things had changed between us. I bitterly resented his decision to take me to the US in the first place and our relationship never regained the closeness we had before mum died. Although being at boarding school did pull out of my isolation it also compounded the rift that opened between us because of him taking me to the USA, and as my school years passed it steadily widened. I no longer called him dad, he was father. I matured a lot during that first year at boarding school and when I joined him for the summer he broached the idea that perhaps I might now be ready to settle in the USA? I met his idea with a flat refusal saying, "No father," and when ever he brought the subject up I left the room. He was not happy about it but I could be just as stubborn as he could and after that he never mentioned the idea of me moving to Texas in my presence again. I was completely adamant about it, and if asked what I thought about America I made no secret of how much I despised the place, something that did not go down very well with his industry peers and my father wisely avoided bring the subject up, other than suggesting that I could consider Harvard University in the future. Although I did not know it at the time, after almost three years in Texas he was in the process of taking US citizenship. Having done his masters at Harvard he had always liked living in the USA, and if he had not met my mother he probably would not have stayed the UK after BP sent him back to Cambridge to get his doctorate. I am sure that this liking for the States was in part because the culture was more in line with my fathers decidedly Christian conservative personal views. I think he half hoped that I would at some point come round and join him in the States, even though he had to know that there was no chance of me ever choosing to do that. When it came to America, the unhappy months I spent in Texas after my mum died completely eliminated any desire in me to even consider the idea of returning there for anything more than a short holiday. From then on I split my holidays between a few weeks with my father, and spending the rest with my grandfather on the family estate until he passed away when I was seventeen. Although when he took me there at eleven my father said it was only going to be for a couple of years, today I don't think he ever intended to return to the UK, and that was why he was so determined to take me with him. From about fourteen onwards when I visited like most of the high school age and young adult children of upper oil industry executives I was expected to accompany him to these awful business social events. At them I was very surprised to find my public school manners and very English accent made me a bit of a hit with the daughters and wives of my fathers industry peers. The daughters were nice enough, but I was oblivious to any hints about having 'closer' friendships. The exception to this was a girl a year or so older than me called Amy who had overheard some of girls I had ignored calling me a 'faggot' after I returned to England. This perked her interest enough to ask me to dance with her the next time she saw me in the States, and that led to us becoming good friends. I sure everyone in my fathers peer group who saw us together whenever I was visiting thought they were seeing a budding romance, but the truth was she was a closeted lesbian and having heard I was a 'fag' thought it would be a great idea to pretend to be a couple and camouflage each other. I giggled when she told me, and said I did not think I was gay, but my Aunt was and willing played along with her deception until she came out when she was seventeen. We're still very close friends today. I was fifteen when my father took US citizenship. He had finally escaped the memories of my mum and rebuilt his life to the point that he had fallen in love again, after he met and later married, a Texan woman ten years his junior called Charlotte. Now I'll be the first to admit that getting together with Charlotte did my father the world of good, but we did not get on. Our personalities just clashed. She a typical gun-toting Texan woman from a ranching and big oil family who had the stars and stripes in one hand, and a bible in the other, while I had developed into the typical product of the British public school system. Politically I was a classic British centre left liberal, with a very inclusive attitudes on lifestyle choices, and worst of all I was also a confirmed atheist. My first run in with Charlotte was on the night we met. It was the Christmas after my father became a citizen, and when she wanted to say grace before we ate, I politely declined. When she asked why I would not pray with her, I told her that I stopped believing in imaginary friends when I was a child. It was not a good start to our relationship! During the three weeks I spent with them, Charlotte and I argued about pretty much everything. In the end for my father's sake we came to an unspoken agreement. I kept control of my polite mockery of her beliefs, and she stopped trying to convince me that the US was gods chosen country, atheists and gays were going to hell, and that I should become a citizen. Things were not much better between us during my next visit to the States, because while I was there I went with Amy, who was now out and proud, to the Houston Pride parade. My father was not happy about it, like Charlotte he was very religious, and despised the queer world. He probably thought I went to spite him, but there was not much he could do about it unless he wanted me to get on a plane home. I was not a citizen, and now I was over sixteen my residential visa had expired, and I had not renewed it. Instead I used an ESTA, which put strict limits on how long I could stay in the USA, so we both kept our mouths shut and I went to Pride and had a ball. After my father told me they were getting married just before I flew home I stopped visiting every holiday. I flew over for couple of weeks for the wedding, but after a short visit the following Christmas I've not bothered since. I guess seeing him starting a new family reawakened the bitterness I still felt about being taking me to the US when I was younger, and I resented how he had found happiness again while I was still struggling with emotional consequences of him forcing me to live in the States. I found it hard to trust people, and never felt sure about who I was, which meant I never felt able to build the kind of close personal friendships that many people gain during their high school years. My Fathers remarriage also widened the rift that opened between us after I came to boarding school in England. In part this was because Charlotte and I just did not get on, but also because the one time I visited after they married I felt like an interloper in the life they were building together. The final nail in our relationship was after they told me Charlotte was pregnant. These days I do not begrudge my father his happiness with Charlotte one bit, but it's not a life I want any part in, and by the time I left school our relationship had become very distant. Where my father was very much a self-made man, my mother came from old money, and as she passed away before my grandfather, I inherited the family estate at 17. Probably because of the falling out between them over his decision to take me to the States, my grandfathers will cut my father out of anything to do with my inheritance, or the family estate. I think this was to insure that I would always have the financial ability to be independent of him if he tried to use my university tuition costs to force me back to the USA. The Hartwell family estate was managed by a board of trustees, which also oversaw my inheritance until I reached my majority. My grandfather also specified in his will that when I left school my trust fund should provide me with a monthly allowance from my inheritance that gave me true financial freedom. Ever since mum died I had spent my life outside normal world. I had either been in the hyper wealthy world of Texan big oil, or in the closed society of the public school bubble, and I wanted to experience life as a normal person for a few years. I did not want to be one of those braying clowns who went from public school to a good university and then into the City or some other well paid career with no experience of the real world. Not knowing what else to do I had intended to get a small flat in town when I grew up, but a visit in my final year at school looking for my old friend Lee, opened my eyes to how much it had changed in the seven years since we left. Since my main reason for moving back there was to locate Lee and after days of searching I found absolutely no trace of him or his family, I decided to go 'home,' to the market town close to where my grandfather lived and mum grew up. It was about forty miles from where I spent my childhood and it was where I spent most of my boarding school holidays with my grandfather. The other attraction of settling there was the family estate owned a lot of property in the town so finding somewhere to live only took a phone call to the estates land agent a few weeks before I left school. In a ten minute conversation with him I secured myself a large flat in an Edwardian town house that the estate were still in the process of refurbishing and modernising. I moved into the only finished flat, and was for the first few months the only resident. The fitters and decorators, who had been pulled off the main house to get my flat ready for me on time were still working the other four flats. As I wanted any neighbours to be people I liked I twisted the board and the estates land agents arms for control over who moved into the development. The downside was I had to get involved with the completion of the project, and it was my first taste of the family business. Thankfully the land agent's office took care of the legal side, and were there with all the advice and assistance I could ever need, but was still a shock introduction to my future as I went from school boy to clients project manager in just a couple of weeks. The board set the budgets and made sure I had all the support I wanted but it was still up to me to deal with the contractors, oversee the decoration of the main house, furnish the flats, and shared interiors and make sure everything was in compliance with the health and safety regulations. Although I had nothing to do with the budgeting, I still had to ensure that costs stayed within it as well as keeping track of things like the external ground works and interiors were correctly completed on time. It was a lot of work just to be able to make sure my future neighbours were 'cool' people, rather than the kind of people who could afford it the sky-high rental costs that flats in the River Street area could command, but I felt it was worth it even if at first I did not really have a clue what I was doing. Slowly though things started to make sense and by the time I moved in I was starting to enjoy the pressure of learning what I was doing on the job. Up until then I had always planned on studying English Literature at university, but as I got involved with the development process while I was still at school in the weeks running up to me moving into my new flat, I started to consider doing an Estate Management degree instead. Although I was busy with finishing the house and flats, and did not need a 'real' job. I did want to earn an income independent of my allowance, and I got lucky as the bookshop owned by my 'Aunt' Marcia was looking for part-time staff. Aunt Marcia, was from a similar background to my mother, and she had owned her alternative bookshop since before I was born. Marcia was not my real Aunt, but she might well have been because she had been a fixture in my life from the day I was born. She had been my mothers closest friend from the day they met at the local girls prep- school until the day of her death and to me she was my family. Other than the occasional visit when I had come into town with my grandfather while I was at school I had not seen her in a couple of years, but we had remained close even though I only had loose contact with her through out my time at school. Unlike my mum, who had been straight as a diamond cut line and firm believer of the status quo, Aunt Marcia had rejected a lot of societal expectation and tuned her back on what girls from her class were supposed to be like. While my mum was at Oxford Aunt Marcia had been one of the militant lesbian peace activists at Greenham Common, and yet even though they were so very different they always remained incredibly close. Needless to say Aunt Marcia was not by any means my fathers favourite person of course, and he made no secret of his disapproval of her life choices but mum just laughed and told him. "That's Marcia dear you either love her or loathe her." Even my father had to admit that when mum was really sick, Aunt Marcia had been there for her right to the bitter end, and when she passed Marcia was as distraught as we were. I adored my Aunt Marcia as a little boy and her influence shaped many of my future tastes and beliefs. She ignited my love affair with literature, especially Shakespeare after she introduced me to his comedy's when she took Lee and I for my tenth birthday to the Globe Theatre to see an adaptation of 'A Midsummer Summer Nights Dream' aimed at children. This love for his work that I got from her later led me to hide my natural shyness and enjoy performing in Shakespeare's plays at boarding school. Needless to say the day I got moved into my flat, going to see her was at top of my list but I found the bookshop closed. There was a sign on the door saying, "Gone to Brighton for Pride back Tuesday." Bellow the closed sign was a second notice saying 'part-time staff wanted for three or four days a week apply within when I get back.' Even if I had not wanted the job I would have been there when she opened. I was itching to see her, not only because she had always been my favourite 'family' member, but also because I'd never had the chance to thank her for the one happy memory have from the time when my mum died. I was up bright and early on the morning she was due back and just after nine I pushed the door open. Nothing had changed, it even smelt the same, and as I took a deep breath of the book scented air, Aunt Marcia came barrelling out from behind the counter exclaiming. "About bloody time too, I've been expecting you for the last couple of weeks!" She gave me a massive hug and said, "My god Bobbie, (she like my mum always called me Bobbie) you look like your mum!" "Hi Auntie Marcia, how are you?" "Wonderful Bobbie, and all the better for seeing you," she said finally letting me go. "So what weird book are you after today?" "I'm not, I've just got a family flat off River Street and I came into ask if you're still looking for someone part-time?" I said. "I am yes, and its yours if you want it." She grinned and kissed my forehead, "Well so long as you've not turned into a right-wing homophobic arse like your father." She chuckled and gave me another kiss. "Take the sign down love." "Aunt Marcia." I giggled removing job advert from the door. "You know me better than that!" I grinned at her and added, "You know I've wanted to thank you for years for that day you took me to Pride in London just before mum died. It's the only nice memory I have of that time in my life, and regardless of what my father thinks about you doing it I'm thankful you did." I giggled again and added. "He was really annoyed when I went on the Houston Pride march the year before last with my friend Amy after she came out." "He's not changed then. He was really angry with me for taking you, and when you came home covered in pink glitter makeup and wearing a rainbow ribbons in your hair he hit the roof." Marcia chuckled. "I remember being really shocked at the funeral a few weeks later when I saw you with that short back sides he took you for!" She gave me a sad smile, "And you had such lovely hair." She nodded at my shaggy collar length hair. "It's nice to see it coming back." "Is that why he did it?" I said. "He told me it was because my mum would have wanted me to look nice and smart when we said goodbye." "Yep, but it was not just because of me taking you to Pride, it was the cumulation of many things not least being the conversations I had with your mum before she died about how your choice of books, love of the arts and willingness to perform in school plays were often early indications that you might be gay, which is by the way, the reason why he would never let you come and stay with me when you were boarding." "I did wonder why you never invited me," I said. "But that's father. He's extremely conservative both politically and socially." "It's why he likes Texas so much because most of them are as narrow- minded is he is." I giggled and added, "You know he does not approve of you or your life choices, and it was not just because he felt threatened by how close you and mum were." "I know." She chuckled. "He despised everything I stood for, and felt I was an ungodly influence." Marcia grinned at me, and waved her finger at the doorway beside the counter saying, "Nothings moved sweetie, you might as well as start the way you always have and make us a pot of tea, I'm itching for a good old catch up." "So what you been up to since you left school?" Aunt Marcia asked as I put the kettle on in the reading room. "I finished a week or so late because I was involved with the schools summer Shakespeare production, which we were invited to perform for the RSC's Stratford for Schools event. Then I had a week over in Bedfordshire trying unsuccessfully to trace my old friend Lee," I told her. "Until I got the keys to my flat last week, and got moved in last Thursday." "Any plans for the future?" she asked when I brought two mugs of tea into the shop. "A couple of years out then university I expect," I said sipping my tea. "I want a break and spend sometime in the real world. Well," I laughed. "Almost the real world, what with the trustees having already put me to work for the estate." "You knew that would happen after you left school," she said. "What have they got you doing?" "Overseeing the redevelopment of the house where my flat is, I had to say yes, because I wanted to be able to pick who the rentals go to." "Well I'm sure I can fit the hours I need you in round any estate work?" "The only day I really need is Fridays, since that's the day the board of trustees or the management team meet, and probably the odd day now and again I expect, it's why I only want a part-time job. I don't need to work with my monthly allowance but I want to as it will put some value on money." "Good for you." And gave me another hug. I started there and then, and as the clientele was predominantly GLTB I doubt there was a day that went past when I was not propositioned by at least one customer. Unlike perhaps anyone else Aunt Marcia was able to open up my emotional barriers, and just being with her started to chip away at the public front I grew to survive at boarding school. It did not happen over night but little by little I started to find I was able to genuinely laugh again, both at myself and peoples misconceptions of me. Instead of being offended and hiding it behind a cold smile and 'you can think that' comment, when she teased me about such and such a customer having the 'hots' for me I found myself laughing about it as I teased her back. I had been working in the shop for a month or so when I was smitten by a girl I saw through the shop window. She was looking at the book display and she was stunning, wearing a long sky blue dress, that came in to an impossibly tiny waistline before flowing into a wide supported skirt. Sat on top of her intricately styled long blonde hair was a large floppy sun hat, and she looked she like she had just stepped out of the Edwardian era. I am not proud of the fact that she caught me gawping dumb struck at her through the window. Seeing me looking at her, the girls eyes went wide in surprise and then she gave me a shy but bedazzling smile. For a moment I thought she was going to come in, before with what looked like a very reluctant expression on her face she turned away. It was weird because just as she turned away, I got the strangest of feelings there was something achingly familiar in how she looked at me. "Bobbie?" Aunt Marcia said. "What's up you look like you've seen a ghost?" I blushed and then said, "That girl." I pointed her out. "In the blue dress." Marcia laughed. "Oh that's Leigh Anne. She does a couple of days a week at Broadside (a local stately home) showing visitors round their collection of Victorian and Edwardian dresses. I expect you'll meet her soon enough as she's a regular customer ordering books on period costumes and the like." She gave me an odd look of amused anticipation, and added "But I'm not sure she'll be quite your cup of tea dear, because she is rather unusual girl. However if by some twist of fate you did hook up with Leigh Anne." She tapped me on the nose. "Perhaps her dress sense might rub off on you, because I've always said you're far to pretty to be a boy!" "Aunt Marcia, must you!" I exclaimed laughing. "Yep," she laughed. "I must!" With my uncertainties about who and what I was, I was behind my public front rather sensitive about how androgynous I looked. Admittedly performing Shakespearian female roles at boarding school had given me the visage confidence to laugh off the embarrassed mixed up feelings of shameful delight that filled me when people did mistake my gender, but it was a front of self-confidence covering my real feelings. Other than Amy, who had twisted my arm into cross dressing for Huston Pride if I had been able to fly over for it, Aunt Marcia was the only person I would have answered such a comment with what I said. "If you think that with me normally dressed, god knows how you would have reacted if you'd seen me playing Juliet in last terms final year Shakespeare production at school, or any other of the Shakespearian female leads I took come to that." I gave her a cheeky grin. "I think you would have approved." I pulled my phone out and showed her a couple of photo's. "Bloody hell love I wish I had known!" she grumbled. "You look really cute, I always suspected you'd look good in skirts but didn't your father do his nut when he found out?" "He did the first time he found out I played the female lead in a school production. I had not bothered to tell him so the first he knew about it was when the parents end of term magazine came out and there was a photograph of me as Rosalind in 'as you like it,' on the cover a couple of weeks after production was over." I laughed. "He hit the roof, but it was not just about me playing the female lead, he already had a monk on with me because my supposed American girlfriend Amy had just come out, and he realised that our teen romance had been just a sham." "That's your father, and although I would have liked to have seen you, he would have gone ape shit if I had come. After your mum died he told in no uncertain words to stay away from you, does he know you're working with me?" "Nope," I said. "I've only seen him once since the wedding, and now Charlotte's popped with twins I don't think we've spoken more than twice. He's turned into an American style Christian conservative arsehole, and being honest as I really don't get on with Charlotte, who makes father look liberal, I avoid him, and we not had much of a relationship since mum anyway." "Sorry to hear that because you were so close before your mum," Marcia said giving me a hug. I shrugged. "We both changed a lot after that, and I know at least part of the distance is my fault." I shrugged. "I've still not forgiven him for taking me to the States, when I needed normality and stability, but I'm happy, and he's happy. So I think its best to if we just let sleeping dogs lie, when it comes to our broken relationship." With Marcia's bubbly company and chatter about everything, including her love life or rather lack of it while Samantha her civil partner was on a university exchange in Japan, Leigh Anne should have slipped my mind but that single look through the shop window still captivated me. In the end it was not in the shop where I saw her next, but the riverside park a couple of days later early on the Sunday evening. I was jogging round exterior path, paying for the previous nights excesses, and there she was walking towards me. She was again wearing period dress, and as I ran towards her, the evening sun made her hair seem like it was alive with golden highlights. "Hi," I said putting on a burst of speed to impress as I ran past. Giving me a really pretty smile, she said, "Hi Rob." Unfortunately I was well passed her when I realised she knew my name, and that I had not imagined that strange feeling of familiarity, because there was something about her smile that trigged a weirdly certain feeling inside me that I knew her. I normally ran most mornings but as I had a late night before with Marcia, watching a lesbian rock band in a local gay friendly pub, I felt a little tender when I crawled out of bed, so I left going for a run until the evening. Much to my natural sportsman fathers dismay I was hopeless with anything involving a bat or a ball but I was a good cross-country runner, and a daily run had been a part of my life for so long that I got techy if I did not have one. Now normally with the remnants of a hangover I would done just the one lap of the riverside park but today I made a second lap wanting to ask her how she knew my name, and where I knew her from, but she had gone. The question plagued me all the way home until I came to the conclusion that she must have been in the shop when I was seeing the estates accountant about the baseline rents or such like and Marcia had told her. Although I didn't usually run twice a day I did the following day. The evening run was more in hope than expectation, but I had to do something, because that weirdly powerful sensation of knowing her was driving me nuts. In the end it was a week later before I finally got a chance to talk to her. I had run out of milk and nipped into Tesco's in town and as I walked home the pretty way along the Embankment there she was thirty yards or so in front me. I recognised her instantly because she was again wearing an Edwardian styled dress. Walking more quickly I caught her up and said, "Hello again. Leigh Anne right?" "Hi Rob," she said shyly. "I don't want to be rude, but do I know you from somewhere?" Yes I know it was a corny line but a lad has to start somewhere. "It's just you know my name, and your smiles is really familiar?" "You do know me," she said with a sly smile. "But I'm not going to tell you from where, at least not yet." "Why not?" "A few reasons, but the first one, is it's fun to keep you guessing." She giggled. "And the second is because I'm already in a relationship with someone, and she wouldn't approve of me encouraging a boy's interest in me." "Oh?" I blushed. "I'm sorry I did not know." "Why? You weren't to know," Leigh Anne said slipping her arm rather possessively through mine. "But if you want, you can walk me to where she's picking me up for old times sake." "I'm guessing we were at primary school together," I said. "You guessed right," she said with a smile on her painted lips. "So tell me what happened to you, didn't you move to the USA?" "I came back after a little over a year and went to boarding school. I left a couple of months ago and the plan is take a few years out working for family before going to university. After boarding school and holidays in the world of Texas big oil I want to try living in the real world for a while." I chuckled and added, "Just to put your mind at rest I don't normally try to chat up lesbians, because with my Aunt Marcia's influence I usually have a very good gaydar." "I saw you in Marcia's." She giggled. "It gave me quite a shock when I saw you there, but don't worry about trying to chat me up Rob. I'm not offended, in fact its the exact opposite." She giggled again. "It feels very nice to have a good-looking boy like you interested in a girl like me." Her giggles took on a naughty edge. "Wish I had know that when we were younger though, because I always thought we could be good together." "Leigh Anne any boy would be interested in a girl like you," I said, wracking my brains trying to work out which of my class mates she was. When I told her that her eyes lit up with strange look of delight, and for a moment I felt sure she was about to say something else, but instead she changed the subject. "So tell me what is real America like?" "I don't know about real America, because I only saw the life in the upper reaches of the Texan big oil world," I said, and for the next twenty minutes I told her all about how depressed I got living in Texas, and my father's life as a mover and shaker in the world of big oil. I even told her about him getting remarried, and how that combined with the issues I still had about him moving me out there caused a rift between us. Much to my surprise I was telling her some rather intimate details of how wide the gulf between us had grown. It was very strange, normally other than around Aunt Marcia I am very reserved when it comes to talking about personal matters. However there was something so very familiar about Leigh Anne, that automatically let me trust her more than I had with any of my former house mates at boarding school, and that can't have been just because I fancied her. Eventually we reached the main road and Leigh Anne said, "Oh look there's my mistress, I'll introduce you to her." "Mistress?" The term confused me but I let Leigh Anne lead me over to a well dressed woman in a business suit stood next to a big Volvo. She was older, in her thirties and said in a cold tone as she gave me the evil eye. "Who's your friend Leigh Anne? You know how I feel about you getting overly friendly strangers?" "Rob isn't a stranger Mistress," she said giving my arm a squeeze before she let go. "He's the old school friend I mentioned I'd seen working in Marcia's bookshop." Her chilly expression abruptly changed and broke into a smile as she said more warmly giving me a trawling look that made me feel a little like I was up for sale. "So you're the infamous Robbie I've heard all about from my sissy are you?" She laughed lightly and added. "I'm Mistress Rebecca." "Sissy?" I said looking at her confused. "You did not tell him?" she said to Leigh Anne. "No Mistress." Leigh Anne said with a smile. "Good girl." Rebecca laughed. "Well you best kiss your old friend goodbye, or we'll be late." Kissing me on the cheek and saying, "Bye Rob." Leigh Anne jumped into the back of the car and as 'Mistress' Rebecca followed her saying in a cheerful note in her tone that was completely different to her opening words to me. "Sorry we can't chat Robbie but we're already late, and it's nice to have finally met you though, abet briefly, after hearing this one chatter on about how close you were as children." As the rear windows were smoked I could see into the car after Leigh Anne closed the door, and a minute or so later the car pulled way with a farewell toot on the horn. It was not until the big Volvo turned at the junction that my brain put it all together. If Leigh Anne was a sissy, then she was transgendered, and if we had the kind of friendship 'Mistress Rebecca' indicted then there could only one person who fitted that bill? Then it hit me, no wonder she seemed so familiar Leigh Anne used to be Lee. No wonder I could not find him when I was looking for him! I'll admit I walked back to my flat feeling perplex. All I could think about was if Leigh Anne and I had such a close friendship at primary school, then she had to be Lee, because he or rather she was the only truly close friend I have ever had, which meant I was crushing on my old best mate! That felt very weird, and what was even weirder was I still fancied, and perhaps I reluctantly admitted to myself envied her. Then there was the hinted dynamic about their relationship. Rebecca called Leigh Anne 'her' sissy and Leigh Anne called her Mistress, which triggered all kinds of thoughts related to some of the pornographic internet videos I had ignored in my later years at boarding school. I could not help myself when I got home, and munching a sandwich I typed 'Sissy and Mistress' into my internet search engine. The first site I clicked opened showed a photograph saying, "This will be you," over a feminine looking but clearly originally male figure wearing a very revealing French maids uniform. 'She' was leashed from a metal collar to a tall stern looking woman in black leather and the maids uniform was cut to display a small pert pair of breasts 'he' had grown, and she had been clearly a he, because hanging under the excuse for her skirt was a restrained penis pointing downwards inside a padlocked metal cage. I spent all evening surfing the internet watching transgendered YouTube video's, reading stories and first person accounts of transgendered life, and as much as it embarrassed me what I read excited and turned me on. When I finally went to bed my mind was full of the images and concepts I had spent all evening reading about. Sometimes the image was of Leigh Anne in the maids uniform, others it was me. My dreams swam with feminised male figures dancing round me and leading them was Leigh Anne with Mistress Rebecca watching on. I did not sleep very well that night, and woke up with sticky sheets and an erect cock. I was itching to talk to Marcia about the mental bombshell my discovery had caused, but because she trusted me to look after the shop, she had taken the day off to attended an industry GLTB book fair in London. Thankfully the shop was quiet because I was mentally distracted by the previous evenings revelation, and I browsed the shelves, skim reading anything and everything I could find about transgenderism. If I was not skimming anything with an interesting title I was daydreaming out of the window about a slender figure in an Edwardian dress looking back at me. What the hell was wrong with me? I had grown up thanks to Aunt Marcia fully aware of the GLTB world and spent six years in an all male boarding school environment without ever showing any indication such a thing would appeal to me. Admittedly I had enjoyed playing female roles and kissing the boys who played the male leads opposite me in school plays, but that had been part of selling the performance, wasn't it? So why now all a sudden did it seem to be that all I could think about was feminised boys. Boys who all looked like me? Was I a secret sissy? Was that why I never seemed to have any interest in girls? Was the reason why the only girl I 'd even gotten close to was Amy, because subconsciously I knew she was safe? Did I want to be a girl? The questions filled me, but there were no answers I wanted to face. I got home promising myself I would not look at the websites but it was a promise I could not keep, and another evening was spent overdosing on transgender websites and YouTubers, trying to understand, Leigh Anne, and scarily perhaps myself. It was like realising who Leigh Anne was had opened the box in my mind where I had pushed many things about myself I had subconsciously avoided from a very young age, and my discovery of the life Lee now lived had suddenly ripped that box wide open. The following day, and blushing more than a little with embarrassment I spoke to Marcia about what I had worked out. "Yes dear, I know who she is, or rather was." She chuckled. "When she moved here I instantly recognised her as your old friend." "Why didn't you say anything?" I said. "I've looked for Lee for years?" "Because I don't tittle-tattle about other peoples lives love," she said, arranging a book that was out-of-place. "And because Leigh Anne is transitioning, and I'm sure has had to face some fairly awful reactions after people find out, even though I knew would not act like that I still felt it was up to her to tell you who she was when she was ready." "Oh!" I blushed and started to stumble though an explanation of some of what I was feeling about my discovery. Obviously I did not dare tell her everything that was going on in my head but I'm pretty sure she knew me well enough to realise what I was not telling her, especially when I admitted that I even though now she had confirmed that Leigh Anne used to be Lee I was if anything even more drawn to her. Marcia gave me a long knowing look, and told me that Leigh Anne was growing into a lovely girl, before cautioning me about her probably being out of my reach if she was personally involved with Rebecca. "Yes she is," I told her. "Leigh Anne called her Mistress Rebecca when she introduced me to her." "That could either complicate things or make it easier, if you do choose to pursue her dear." Marcia chuckled. "Which you probably will if you're as infatuated with her as it appears." "What do you mean?" Marcia looked at me carefully and said, "It will force you to consider a few things about yourself that may disturb you," and then she laughed lightly to herself and added. "Especially knowing your fathers views on alternative life styles." "What's he got to do with it?" I asked confused. "Nothing directly, but if I'm right he won't be happy, and having got to know you again over the last few weeks, I think I am right dear." "What do you mean?" "That you're still confused about your gender and sexuality. For a long time I thought you were gay, or at least bisexual. Now however I'm not so sure you're actually gay, because in the nearly two months you've been working for me I've seen the veneer you built to survive at boarding school fading away, revealing the same very feminine side of you that always there when you were younger, and Leigh Anne was the same." I went red as she vocalised the things that had been flying round my mind for the last forty-eight hours. "Seeing that side of you is still just as evident as it was when you were a boy makes me suspect that like her, you might well be actually transgendered rather than gay." She smiled and squeezed my hand. "Which if you have fallen for her as hard as I think you have, then that shared feminine nature does mean that Rebecca is more likely to let you rekindle your friendship with her." "What do you mean?" I asked blushing very brightly. "I've known Rebecca on and off since she was in her teens, and from a very early age, she enjoyed turning boys into girls," Marcia said. "The concept captivated her to the point that she studied gender psychology, and she was one of Sam's (her long-term civil partner) students when she was a first year undergraduate, which is how I came to know her rather well. These days professionally she's recognised as being one of the best gender identity psychologists in the country, and on a personal level she still gets a kick from having a transgendered partner in her sex life." "Oh!" I blushed. Marcia chuckled and gave me a knowing smile. "Rebecca has no inhibitions about making sure that any likely candidate who she personally fancies, rather than professionally advises, knows what she likes to do to her partners. She can be embarrassingly blunt when it comes to telling people, that the girl with her was a boy before she met them. This total directness means that she always scares off those who are not tempted by her desire to play with their gender." She chuckled at my expression and continued. "She's got quite a reputation for it in the local queer world, both personally and professionally and has turned it into couple of very successful business. The first is her professional life where she owns a certified clinic that provides every service a girl or boy in transition requires to complete the process, while her other business retails online specialist transgender supplies, organises parties, events and fashion shows aimed at the transgender community." "And?" I asked unsure if I wanted to know the rest of the convoluted answer she was giving me. "Knowing Rebecca like I do, the only reason why she did not chase you off for walking arm in arm with Leigh Anne is because she saw something in you that made her think you're an attractive candidate, either personally or professionally." She gave me a naughtily knowing grin. "And I can see why she would think that, because you are very androgynous looking and girlish in manner, and are still young enough to have the ideal body to dramatically respond to gender reassignment treatment. Also I think you can take it as read that Leigh Anne will have told to Rebecca all about how similar you were when you were kids and I'm sure that will have made her start thinking along the same lines as me about you." "Oh!" I said feeling like my cheeks were on fire. "That I might be unknowingly trans?" "Yes." Aunt Marcia chuckled and patted my hand. "Which could be very good for you if you are behind that big brain you use to trap your feelings turn out to be transgendered, because for all I have issues with how some of her girlfriends turn out, professionally she's very good at what she does, and her clinic is recognised as being one of the best places in the country for transitioning genders." She looked at my face and smiled giving my hand a loving squeeze. "Well you did ask love?" "Yeah I did?" I said blushing brightly as I considered her words. "Still on the bright side, if you do find you are trans it does mean that there is a good chance that you could get into more than a friendship with Leigh Anne before Rebecca's finished transforming her, but only if you're willing to play by her rules." "Rules?" I asked feeling a more than little uncomfortable. "Yes love rules. I'm pretty sure that Rebecca is hoping that you'll want to rekindle your friendship with Leigh Anne enough to open the same emotional box she did, and find inside that you're just as willing to become a girl as Leigh was when she opened her box and put it all together." Marcia giggled. "Not that I'd not object if that is what find in behind that wall where you've pushed everything that did not fit the stereotype you've been forced to fit at an all boys boarding school, because I've always said you're far too pretty and girlish to be a boy!" "Oh!" I said blushing brightly. "However all that's by the by. It's up to you love, you're old enough to make your own choices and work things out for yourself, but if you do think you are transgendered then Rebecca is worth talking to. She knows her stuff, and you could not find a better place than her clinic to go for the treatment of a gender identity problem. Oh and," she chortled and added. "To put your mind at rest if transitioning does interest you, and I'd not be surprised in the least if it did now the concept is in your head, because you were if anything even more girlish than Leigh Anne was when you were younger." "I was?" "Yep!" she said smiling kindly at me. "But having been trapped in a boarding school you can't see it, but your father did. He never liked or approved of the fact that a lot classic literature you enjoyed was strictly speaking aimed at girls and it was that gender fluidity in your developing tastes as a pre-teen which was one of the other reasons why your father never wanted you mixing with me after your mum died." I nodded it was true. Now I thought about it I could see that after mum passed my father went out of his way to block my contact with Aunt Marcia. However in a world of digital communication and social media he was never quite able to sever the link. "Most pre-teen boys do not choose to read Louisa May Alcott, PL Travers or Enid Blyton's girls school stories for fun," Marcia said warming to her subject. "Or start reading Austin and Bronte like you did when you got a little older." She smiled before adding, "And if you recall when I took you to Pride the reason why you ended with pink glitter or your eyelids and ribbons in your hair was because everyone assumed you were my niece from what you were reading, and prettied you up, so if you are transgendered honey." She kissed my head. "Don't be frightened of it, or think that I'd be upset or angry, because I've always suspected that your discomfort about who you are supposed to be was tied up with that girlish side to your nature. I can't tell you what to do love, but know what ever you choose I'll be there for you." She grinned. "Now don't you have the supplier returns to get done before they are picked up this afternoon?" Talking to Aunt Marcia did somewhat relieve my confusions, and although it was chilling to realise just how well she knew me, she still had not helped me come any closer to answering my central question, did I want to be a girl like my old friend did? I could not deny that there was something very attractive about the idea now it had been mentioned, because she was right about me never really feeling comfortable about who I was meant to be. How I've always felt that I had to put a boy front on my actions, but I never knew why, and as I thought about while I boxed the stock for return up, I asked myself if Aunt Marcia view of me could perhaps be right?" With everything flying round my mind I ached to speak to Leigh Anne about it all, and talk to her about why she transitioned to see if she could give some insight into what was going on in my head? Having heard Aunt Marcia suspicions about me being transgendered and unaware of it because of the strict behavioural expectations needed to survive in an all boys boarding school. It got me to consider some of my choices I made at school in relation to the clubs I joined, and the social activities I took part in. I opted for public service in the community rather than joining the Army Cadets, I enjoyed the cookery club, and in sixth form had organised the schools Christmas bake-off competition. At theatre club I always auditioned for all the lead roles in the schools annual Shakespearian production, but I never really wanted a leading male role, and yet always put everything into winning the female leads? It was all very confusing, but in the end I did not need trust in luck to speak to Leigh Anne again because Saturday morning just after we opened she phoned for me. "Bobbie?" Marcia said when the phone went. "It's Leigh Anne, she wants you to meet her for a coffee at the Costa's on the embankment after you finish work, is that okay?" I had my arms full of a box of books for the display I was changing. "Yes," I grunted trying not to drop the lot as I navigated my way to the window I was redressing. Marcia chuckled and said into the phone. "He'd say hello but he got an arm full of books just now." She listened for a moment and the added. "We close at five is ten past alright for you?" Marcia nodded and then said to me. "Ten past at Costa's dear." Before saying into the phone. "He'll be there, and ask him to show you his Juliet photos and about his Pride ribbons, glittered eyeshadow and lipstick dear, you'll like that story." The rest of the day flew by, and not long after five I was walking towards the riverside Costa's. As I turned onto the embankment I saw Leigh Anne walking towards me. Unlike the previous times I had seen her she was not wearing an Edwardian outfit, but a sexy summer dress and a pink cardigan. Even from a 100 yards I could see she was in some distress, and when I saw that it was because there was a man harassing her I started to run towards them. As I approached I heard her fearfully half shout. "Please I'm not doing anything wrong, just leave me alone!" Seeing her getting harassed made my blood boil and I called out angrily. "she said leave her alone mate!" "She ain't no she pal," the man slurred drunkenly as I closed on them. "She one of them fucking trannys!" "She's my friend, and she said leave her alone or I'll make you!" I said trying to intimidate a drunk twice my size. Unsuccessfully as it turned out, because as I came up to them without any warning he lashed out and punched me in face shouting. "Friends with that, then you're a fucking poof!" I went down like a dropped sack of potatoes, and got a boot in the gut to the sound of Leigh Anne screaming, "Robbie!" With the shouting and Leigh Anne's scream the altercation caused enough of a disturbance to attract the attention of other people outside the cafe, and as the drunk was about stick the boot in on me for a second time, someone jumped on him, and then the police were there. Although I got a smack in the face. I had been only just in range so he had not hit me that hard and I had gone down more from surprise than the strength of the blow. While I picked myself up Leigh Anne was talking to the police, and said with her eyes shining with tears as she explained the sequence of events to the attending police woman finishing with. "Thankfully then my friend Rob ran up and got punched in the face." It turned out the guy was a notorious local racist and homophobe, who had reputation for getting drunk and harassing people in the queer and ethnic minority community's. By the time the police took him away and ambulance someone had called finished checking me out, the street theatre was over and everyone was drifting away. The paramedic agreed with my self assessment that the only thing I hurt was my pride, but she did tell me to go to the hospital if my ribs still hurt the following day and put some ice on my face as soon as I got home. Once she was done with me Leigh Anne threw her arms round my neck and gave me a serious kissing. Telling me between kisses, "I phoned Mistress while you were in the ambulance and she's coming to pick me up." Eventually she loosened her arms round my neck and added with out completely letting go. "Erm, have you ever spent any time with a Mistress Rob?" I shook my head. "Want to?" She asked, "Because Mistress will want to reward you with dinner at the very least for getting hurt trying to help me?" I did not have time to answer her because at that moment Mistress Rebecca screeched to a halt beside us in her large Volvo and said as soon as the passenger door opened. "What happened Leigh Anne?" With her arm still possessively wrapped round mine, Leigh Anne quickly told her and said, "Then Rob ran up and got punched Mistress." Mistress Rebecca gave me a big smile and said, "I think I better take you and your knight in shining armour home Leigh Anne, because his face could do with a little ice." She gave me a smile, and added as the backdoor opened. "Thank you for being a good guy and being there for my sissy Robbie, a lot of lads would not have done that." "She's my friend Mistress," I said aping Leigh Anne's form of address. "Jump in the front while I sort Leigh Anne out in the back." "But Mistress?" Leigh Anne said cling on to her hold on my hand. "Just this once, could I?" "No dear," she said firmly. "You know the rules." My ears pricked up, Aunt Marcia had said Rebecca had rules about 'her' girls. Leigh Anne pouted and reluctantly nodded pulling me towards the rear of the car. "Yes Mistress, but could Rob sit with me if he followed the rules with me?" "I don't think Rob would like that dear," she said, looking at me. "Would you?" "After the harassment Leigh Anne was getting, I'm happy to go along with what she wants," I said squeezing her hand unaware of what she meant, but curious to find out about these 'rules' aunt Marcia had mentioned. "Well on both your heads be it dears," she said with a pleased smile. Before I had a chance to say anything else Leigh Anne said with a happy smile. "I knew he would Mistress, we've always been so alike." "I hope you're right Leigh Anne," she said as she closed the passenger door, while Leigh Anne pulled me into the back seat beside her and handed me my seatbelt. "Because embarrassing the person who rescued you from that drunk would not be a nice thing to do dear." "He won't be Mistress," she said clicking her seat belt closed adding with a silly giggle as she held out her hands. "Fasten your belt and hold out your hands like mine please Rob." Trustingly I did as she asked, and as if it was the most normal thing in the world Mistress Rebecca slipped a pair of pink mittens over my hands that forced my fingers to ball up snapping them closed with a clip and D-link. Mistress Rebecca did the same to her, Leigh Anne said with a silly giggle. "Mistress doesn't trust people travelling in her car's sissy seats not to play with the seat belt release." Mistress Rebecca chuckled and said, "That's perfectly true Leigh Anne, you know very well that you cannot be trusted not to fiddle and play up on car journey's." "Can we have the video on please Mistress, it's Cathy's timeline film and I want to see it before its uploaded?" "If you want dear, but the rules still apply, if you want to talk to Rob then no video." "We'll watch the video Mistress. I know you don't like my chattering distracting you when your driving." Mistress gave Leigh Anne a look I did not understand and Leigh Anne nodded firmly adding, "I know Rob won't mind, and I think he'll find Cathy's film interesting and enlightening." "Alright dear, the video it is," Mistress Rebecca said, and slipped a set of ear buds into each of our ears. Leigh Anne was grinning at me when a bright pink baby dummy with sissy girl on the facing side was pushed into her mouth and Mistress grinned at me as she turned the pink plastic handle through 180 degrees and said confidently. "Your turn Robbie, open wide sweetheart," and moment later a matching pink dummy was inside my mouth. As she rotated the plastic handle the baby dummy expanded and locked it in my mouth. "Suits you sweetie," Mistress Rebecca said with a pleased smile. "Did you know that Leigh Anne told me she thinks you'd make her a lovely sister to play with?" She grinned at me and said, "We can discuss that when we hear this story about ribbons and pink glitter eyeshadow, and see the photographs of you as Juliet that Marcia told me to ask you about." She smiled adding, "I called her to find out if you are kind of person my sissy maid is permitted to be friends with." Leigh Anne nodded excitedly and I could hear her sucking on her dummy. To be honest I felt rather stupid sat there with a dummy in my mouth and my hands bound, but I could not deny there was something enticingly erotic about being treated like this, and I did like the feeling of being at Mistress Rebecca's mercy. As the car pulled away the screen in the headrest in front of me came to life and my ears filled with relaxing new age music, the film itself was rather erotic and was a transformation timeline similar to many I had watched over the last week of a boy's change from being a typically laddish young man, through looking like effeminate looking sissy boy, who slowly developed a pair of breasts and a girlish shape until he became a girl with a small cock. In the final the final scene 'she' was dressed in white wedding lingerie, stroking the feminine slit that had replaced 'his' cock while gazing at a white cream cake dress. It looped through god knows how many times before we reached our destination, and there was something almost very alluring about watching him change. More uncomfortably for me was each time it looped my cock got harder and harder, and I had a serious case of damp underwear when we finally pulled up outside a house some thirty minutes drive from the town. Grinning Mistress Rebecca, removed the ear buds and released our seat belts and said opening the rear doors. "Out you get sissy's." She made no attempt to remove the mittens or the dummy's and it was clear from Leigh Anne's body language that this to her was perfectly normal. Walking round beside me Leigh Anne hooked her mittened arm through mine possessively holding in place until Mistress Rebecca joined us. Watching my response as she casually snapped a collar round Leigh Annes neck, she commented with a smile at me, "Leigh Anne must have been hoping you'd want to join her in the back of the car Robbie, because she put two of everything in the car before I took her to work this morning. Two pairs of mittens, two sissy girl dummy's and to go with hers Leigh Anne's spent all week making you a frilly sissy collar." She grinned at me. "Would you like to see it on you sweetie?" I looked at her wide-eyed as Leigh Anne nodded excitedly beside me. Rebecca teased the collar in front of my eyes saying casually, "Leigh Anne thinks you would like to wear one, because you're like her and want to be a girl." She chuckled. "Did you know your Aunt Marcia also suspects you want to be a girl?" She chuckled and added, "She called me Tuesday evening to find out if Leigh Anne was one of my house girls since as she put it, you're infatuated with her, which made my sissy- maid very happy." I blushingly nodded looking at her clearly surprised that she knew how Marcia felt. She was again looking at me with that judging look as she continued. "Then I called her last night and had a much longer conversation, after my sissy begged me to let her meet you for a coffee after work this evening." She smiled at me as she continued, "And she's right when she told me that you are far to pretty to waste on a boy's life." She tapped my nose and added, "But if the sissy submissive life is something you want darling, you'll need to ask me to collar you like Leigh Anne's, and you can't do that sucking on a sissy girl dummy Robbie." With a chuckle of amusement Mistress Rebecca led us into the house. Once inside she removed my mittens and dummy, before doing the same to Leigh Anne, telling her to bring a bottle of chilled wine, glasses and a bag of ice out onto the patio. Looking back at me with a pleased smile on her face she said, "Please come through to the patio Robbie, and thank you for proving by stepping into harms way for my sissy this afternoon that you are someone she can have as a friend. I don't know how many times I have told her about being careful in town of an evening." Chattering lightly about the how much safer things were for her girls these days and if I liked the video, she led me through her house and out on to a lovely patio that caught the evening sun saying. "Have a seat Robbie," asking as she sat opposite me. "So tell me Robbie, do you know anything about the submissive sissy lifestyle?" "Not really Mistress," I said as Leigh Anne arrived with a tray of glasses and bottle of wine. Placing the tray on the table she promptly sat on my knee and held the ice on my tender face with a very possessive look in eyes as I added, "To be honest I only really became aware of it after I met you last weekend, and-" I blushed. "Since then I have kind of overdosed on the internet finding out about it." "Do you think it would it perhaps interest you?" she asked with a sly smile. "Some aspects would," I said musingly, "But I'd never leave Aunt Marcia in the lurch, and I have other responsibilities in my life relating to my family, which I could not turn my back on even if I wanted to." "But Robbie's always had girlish leanings though Mistress," Leigh Anne piped up. "He was always reading girls books when he was younger." As she made herself comfortable on my lap I tried to untangle my mixed up feelings. Although I understood intellectually that Leigh Anne was my one time best friend Lee, and I subconsciously trusted her with the kind of open honesty you only have with a very close friend, my emotional response to her presence was completely different. I did not see her as the boy I used to play with, and the attraction I felt for her trigged feelings about her and myself that both unnerved and enticed me. "I read everything I could get my hands on when I was younger Leigh." I laughed, nodding thank you when Mistress passed me a glass wine. "True," she pouted. "But you did love girls stories." Giggling at my expression she asked, "So what's this story about you wearing pink glitter makeup and ribbons?" Sipping my wine I told them about how Aunt Marcia had taken me to Pride the weekend before my mother passed away. "On the bus to London one of my Aunt Marcia's friends saw I was reading Emma and asked me if I wanted my hair and make up done like my aunties, and then they put rainbow ribbons in my hair and painted my eyes and lips with pink glitter eyeshadow and lipstick." "I went to that Pride," Rebecca commented. "And remember the little girl with Marcia," she laughed. "You were very convincing, because I never guessed you were really a little boy." "It's the only happy memory I have of that time," I said, "Because my mum died three days later, and then my dad moved me to the USA." "Your Aunt tells me you have played a lot of girls roles in school plays?" Mistress Rebecca asked after a sip of her wine. "I went to an all boys school so someone had to, and the theatre club was my favourite extra curricular club so when ever there was a school production I was always asked to audition for a lead role, and usually the one I wanted the most was the lead female, in part because there was less competition for it, but also because it often had the best lines." That made Leigh Anne look at me with surprise, as a delighted smile broke out on her face when she said with a giggle in her tone. "I bet you looked great because you look pretty girlish to begin with Rob?" "I must have because I was picked for every female role I auditioned for," I admitted. "I'll show you some of the photos on my phone later." "So you've spent a fair bit of time dressed as a girl in skirts then?" Mistress Rebecca probed. "Enough not to be mega embarrassed about being a girl on stage any more," I told them. "And my friend Amy talked me into cross dressing for Houston Pride this year but I was tied up with exam prep and could not afford the time to fly over. The invite to stay with her at the flat she shares with her girlfriend is an open one, and she mentioned that they are going Vegas Pride in October so I'll probably fly over and meet them there." "What about your dad, wouldn't you stay with him?" Leigh Anne asked. "No he's remarried, and I don't get on at all with his new wife Charlotte. To be honest Leigh Anne like I told you last weekend my father and I don't have much of a relationship these days. Last time I went to see Amy for her birthday at Easter, I didn't even tell him I was in the States, and even if he knew I was there don't think he'd have made the effort to come down from Dallas just to see me in Austin, especially now Charlotte's popped with their twins." Leigh Anne nodded and then asked with her eyes flashing with anxiety. "And who's Amy?" "Amy is the one friend I made in the States. Before dad married Charlotte when I visited he'd take me to these awful industry socials where they mixed the young adult children of big oil executives and because I had very little time for the girls who came onto me, Amy heard them calling me a fag after I flew home. She assumed I was gay and in the closet like her so she asked if I'd pretend to have something going on with her until she came out." Mistress Rebecca laughed and said, "I did the same for a gay friend of mine when I was about your age Robbie, and were you looking forwards to cross dressing for Pride?" "Yeah," I admitted. "I guess I was, for one it would have shut Amy up, because she's bugged me about letting her girl me up ever since she saw a photo of me playing Rosalind when I was 15, and it would have been a giggle." Nodding and asking a couple more questions about the roles I played in school productions, Mistress Rebecca commented, "I've got to ask, have you ever cross dressed for yourself?" I shook my head. "No." "Have you ever wanted to?" Leigh Anne butted in. "Not that I can think of," I admitted. "But I have spent most of my life since I was thirteen at a boarding school being pushed to succeed academically, take part in school sports and in extra curricular activities, so most of my free time was tied up especially when I was performing in a year group play, or the schools summer Shakespeare production, and as I always got selected for a female role if I did have a desire to cross dress for myself it was sated." Mistress Rebecca nodded with a very pleased smile on her face. "I went to a boarding school as well Robbie and know you don't have much time to think about anything other than what's next on the timetable especially if you also have a busy extra curricular life." The towel wrapped bag of ice Leigh Anne was still holding on my face had numbed the dull throbbing from the punch, but I had not really noticed that because she felt very nice perched on my knee even if she was a little taller than me. Watching us Rebecca said, "You know she looks good with you Robbie, and now I've got to know you a little better, it's clear that what Marcia, and this one have said about you might well be true." "And what's that?" I asked aware of Leigh Anne quivering with excitement on my knee as Mistress Rebecca ignored my question and said, "So just this once I am minded to let her thank you for saving her from that drunk, with out my usual stipulations when it comes to letting my sissy maid's play with others during their transformation." She chuckled. "I create elegant young ladies out of my girls, not sluts, and I don't normally let them form any relationships with boys until they are a lot more developed than Leigh Anne." "Stipulations?" I asked curiously. "Yes dear," she said, "I usually stipulate that until my sissy maid's are hormonally feminised and far enough along the path of their physical transformation that they are confident in their new life they are not permitted any unnecessary relationships with males of any nature. It usually takes them about year or so to reach this stage. Occasionally if their sexuality tends towards a liking for other transgendered girls, and they fall for someone I approve of, like you for instance in Leigh Anne's case. I am willing to let them bring that person into the household as their sissy maid sister or very rarely in the case of the girlfriend not being suited to the lifestyle continue their relationship outside the household, but only their girlfriend is willing to accept my rules of behaviour in terms of her gender role presentation and restrictions on sexual activities with my sissy maid." Leigh Anne bounced on my knee and said excitedly, "I'd really like that, it's why mistress let me call you about coffee, and make you the sissy maid collar, Rob." "Ahem!" Mistress Rebecca looked at Leigh Anne and said, "Hush I'm talking or you can have your dummy back Leigh Anne." She smiled at me teasingly said, "It's something we can talk about later dear." Telling to Leigh Anne as the door bell chimed in the house. "Go and answer that Leigh Anne, and then get changed, and prepare dinner for us, nothing fancy just what ever you can make from the fridge." "Yes Mistress," Leigh Anne said slipping off my lap and giving me a kiss. Watching her leave Rebecca said, "She's come a very long way in the last six months or so, and she's really got the hots for you." "She has?" "Yes," she chuckled. "Do you fancy her?" I blushed and nodded. "Good, because she wants to rekindle your old relationship with benefits." She giggled slightly and added, "And I'm tempted to let her because she sure as hell that inside your skin you are like her." "She is?" "Yes she is." Mistress Rebecca chuckled. "Since she started doing a couple of days a week at Broadside sating her fixation for period dress she's really starting to bloom. I can see her being ready to move forwards to an independent life and a real world job a little ahead of schedule in the new year. She's not ready to deal with a relationship with boys yet, as today proved, but as I suspect her tastes will always run more towards girls like herself then she is more than ready if such a relationship did bloom with another trans-girl." She looked pointedly at me and added, "If you know anyone who fits that criteria?" I nodded, wondering if I dared step through the tempting doorway she had just opened? Rebecca glanced at the patio door and said as Aunt Marcia appeared looking at me in relief from the patio's open French window. "Hi Marcie, I thought you'd turn up after I called you from the car about the altercation earlier. Wine?" "Please," Aunt Marcia said pulling me from the seat and into a hug saying as she examined my slightly swollen cheek. "You alright love?" "I'm fine," I said, "He did not hit me hard, and after being iced by Leigh Anne my ribs are more sore from the kick I got before someone jumped on him." I saw her face and added, "Don't worry I got worse every week at school showing how bad I was playing rugby." Marcia glanced at Rebecca and said tapping my neck as she sat, "I was half expecting to see one of your collars here when I arrived." "I'll not deny that he's brimming with potential, but my girls have to choose to join my household program and even if Robbie had asked to join my household when I was teasing him about the collar Leigh Anne made for him." Rebecca said passing her a glass of wine. "I wouldn't say yes without consulting you first." "Did Bobbie tell you what I said?" Marcia laughed. "Not yet," Rebecca said looking at me, asking, "So what did your Aunt say dear?" I blushed, which made Aunt Marcia laugh lightly as I said, "Aunt Marcia said when I was telling her how finding out that Lee was now Leigh Anne made me feel that I was old enough to make up my own mind about such things, but if I was interested in similar a lifestyle change she would rather like it, probably because it would piss my father off." "I did not say that!" Aunt Marcia said. I giggled. "You did not have to, but its true." She laughed and said, "Guilty!" "What?" Mistress Rebecca asked looking at us confused as we dissolved into a quivering giggling at the thought of my fathers face if I came out as trans. "God Aunty Marcia," I gasped. "It would be worth it just to see his face when he found out you were right all along about me being a lovely girl inside." "You would make a lovely girl!" Marcia through tears of laughter. "Just like you did when everyone thought you were my pretty niece." Eventually when our laughing fit petered out, Aunt Marcia produced her wallet and in the photo flap was a photograph taken at London Pride. It was the two of us and my rainbow ribbons and pink glittered eyes, and lips matched hers. That photo led me to show the ones of me playing Juliet, and the other female parts on my phone from the school plays I performed in. "I could see you had potential," Mistress Rebecca said as she looked at the photos on my phone. "Because you look better to begin with than a lot of girls I know who have been on RLT for a year or two!" "Doesn't he just," Marcia commented. They were looking at the photographs, and commenting on my ability to 'pass' when Leigh Anne reappeared wearing a formal maids uniform and said with a bob of her knees. "Dinner will be ready in forty minutes Mistress, will Miss Marcia be joining you?" "Might as well now I'm here," Aunt Marcia said. "What are you cooking?" "Nothing special Miss, just home made pizza and fresh salad, can I get you anything else?" "No thanks sweetie," Rebecca said. "Off you go." "Yes Mistress." Leigh Anne said, grinning at me and adding, "Can Rob help me with the table so we can have that conversation I wanted to have over coffee?" She looked at me and said, "Go if you want Robbie, Marcia and I won't mind and," she chuckled. "Anyway I think your aunt would be more open about why she thinks you'd make a lovely girl if you weren't here." Marcia laughed and said, "Don't be so sure about that Becky, Bobbie knows exactly what I think on the subject, we've spoken about it enough since he worked out who Leigh Anne used to be." She grinned at me and said with a pat on my thigh. "Go with Leigh Anne love, I know you want to have a talk with her." "So," Leigh Anne said when we were in the kitchen. "When did you work it out?" "Who you were?" She nodded. "Last Sunday just as you drove away," I said, as she slipped a white pinafore apron over my head and fastened it at my waist. "Hey!" I exclaimed. "Hush it suits you." She chuckled before asking. "And what did you think?" "Well I was gob smacked. I'm sure you never said anything about being trans when we were kids?" I said. She smirked. "Well I was, and I tried on many occasions, but by the time I had worked out why I didn't feel right in my skin you were that messed up over your mum you could not hear what I was trying to tell you. What then?" "I got home and resorted to type, and I looked on the internet." "I'll bet that opened your eyes?" She laughed giving me a very naughty grin. "Just a little," I said feeling a little like a spare part as she got everything ready. "In what way?" "For one how pretty some of the girls I watched on YouTube were, and I'll admit it got me wondering what it felt like watching their timelines for someone who grew up as a boy to feel yourself growing boobs," I said, "Then there was one photo on a site of a sissy in very slutty topless maids uniform showing her boobs and locked penis." Leigh Anne giggled. "If you want to spend the night with me I'll show you something similar later, because I'm growing boobies and Mistress keeps me locked up." I went bright red. "Does that turn you on?" She giggled opening a cupboard. "Knowing that I'm growing boobies wearing a chastity?" I blushed even brighter. "Or is it that you want the same?" she teased, commenting at the look on my face. "I'll take that as a yes to both," adding as she handed me a tray. "Here hold this," and started putting cutlery on it. "Being locked in chastity does take a bit of getting used to, but I feel kind of naked with out mine these days." A lewd edge filled her voice as she added, "But when it's removed my word does it make things so much better." "It does?" "Oh yes, and I want to show how much later." She grinned and kissed me lightly. "If you want me to?" I probably went every colour of the sun before I gasped realising what she meant. "Yes please," I said in a strangled tone. "Good!" She giggled naughtily. "Because I've never forgotten that kiss I gave you just before you went to the states and I told you I loved you when we were kids!" Deep down neither had I because all of a sudden I remembered out tearful parting. Until that moment I had blanked it from my memory and as recalled it, it triggered a wave of long suppressed other memories that spun through my mind igniting loads of strange questions about our past, and why she became Leigh Anne, but I could not contextualise them into words that would make sense and instead asked. "So how did you meet Mistress Rebecca?" "I met her through Marcia's shop at the end of May last year. I was not that long out of the closet as openly trans and had just started dressing full-time. I was looking at Caitlyn Jenner's book when Mistress told me it was not very good, and that the one by Jazz Jennings was a better read for a girl my age. I knew who she was of course, because everyone in the trans community locally knows Mistress Rebecca. I thanked her for her advice and we chatted for a couple of minutes, and it was rather thrilling when she commented after I told her I was trying to get on the NHS program that I should not worry as I looked like an ideal candidate for transition." Leading me with my tray of cutlery into the large airy dining room Leigh Anne continued. "From then on when ever I saw her, we'd say hello but I never considered she thought I was suitable girl to employ." She giggled. "I assumed you had to be in transition before she would consider you for her company program, and because I was still seeing the doctors trying to get on the NHS gender identity clinics program it never occurred to me that what she was doing was checking me out. I thought she was just being a good business woman, and being friendly to potential client for her businesses, because even if she had not taken me on chances are I would have gone to her for my gender behavioural training and things like hair removal, and if I could have afforded it I would have used her service for a cosmetic procedural referral once I'd got on with the NHS, which was a long-winded process." As she chatted, she distracted me from the confused thoughts in my head and I listened fascinated as she told me about the trials and tribulations of the NHS following her round the table holding the tray as she said as she laid two places at the table. "After months of getting pulled from pillar to post I finally got accepted onto the NHS program and happened to bump into Cathy, the girl from the video in the car. Although I did not know it at the time she had started her transition as Mistresses Rebecca's sissy-maid like I'm doing, obviously I knew she was a graduate of Mistresses company program because she was working there and doing a couple of night a week behind the bar at the Nelson when I first met her when she was getting towards the end of her transition." "Anyway I started on hormones last December, and was due to officially start my RLT in the new year when I saw Cathy again at the Nelson's New Years Eve bash and we got chatting. During the conversation she mentioned that if I was serious about transitioning Mistress thought that I was a nice girl, and gave me her card saying if I was interested she was looking for new housemaid, and thought I would be an ideal candidate for the post and her next hobby project." "And?" I asked fascinated. "What did you do?" "Jumped at the chance of course silly, and phoned her the next day. That led to me being invited to interview. I guess I saw her a half-dozen times over the next couple of weeks both here and in her offices but she did not mention anything about the 'play' side of being her sissy-maid until our third meeting after I signed a non disclosure agreement. Needless to say that side of being her project appealed to my submissive side and after a trial weekend she asked if I wanted to take her collar? Obviously I said yes, and here I am today almost ten months into transition and loving every minute of it." She grinned at me and gave me a kiss. "And I'd really like it if you did the same, but if not, Mistress is going to give us this one night." "Wow, so you've been on hormones and everything for a while?" I asked. "Yeah, and they're great because in the few months since they upped my HRT doseage from one pill a day to two pills they have really kicked in and are making my boobies grow." She chuckled, adding with a tempting tease in her voice, "You could have boobies as well if you became my lovely sister." "I would?" "Yeah of course, all Mistress Rebecca's house sissy maids need to have boobies before she classes them as a girl and allows them to work full- time outside her home and have a boyfriend if they wanted one." She grinned at me and said, "Although I probably wouldn't as I'd rather have a sister sissy as a girlfriend, and if you did join me with Mistress you could be that sister?" She giggled lightly and gave me a quick kiss, adding, "I'd call you Laura, and when your boobies start to feel as good as mine do, I know you'll love them as much as I do." "I'm not sure I'd want to do that Leigh?" I said feeling torn. "I told Mistress Rebecca when you were getting changed that I like working for Aunt Marcia, and don't want to leave the bookshop, and I've also got family responsibilities to take care of since my grandfather passed away, in 2017." She pouted looking at my expression and said, "So don't you want to become a girl like me?" I blushed and admitted, "I don't know about that, but I do know that even though I find the idea of how much it would piss my dad if I did transition appealing. Nothing going to make me leave the bookshop anytime soon." "That's not an out right no," she said forcefully. "And something must have appealed about Mistresses dominance otherwise you would have complained after Mistress made you come home as a sissy in mittens and dummy." "That was kind of fun," I admitted, seeing her eyes light up. "So you do want to be my sister?" "I didn't say that." I laughed. "I said there were things about it that appealed." "Such as?" Leigh Anne asked giving me doe eyed look as she added, "You can tell me Rob." "Tell you what?" Aunt Marcia said from the doorway, adding with a chuckle. "Love the pinny Bobbie it suits you. Can one of you bring us a pot of coffee please?" She saw Leigh Anne's face and added, "Now don't fret Leigh Anne you've not missed Becky ringing for you dear, I said I'd tell you on the way to the loo." She grinned at us and asked again. "Tell you what?" "That Rob wants to be girl Miss Marcia," Leigh Anne said with a cheeky look in her eyes daring me to contradict her. "No I didn't Leigh," I said. Aunt Marcia laughed and said looking at us with a 'god help me' expression. "I think you're probably right Leigh Anne so keep trying and I'm sure you'll wear him down to her eventually." Adding as she turned away. "Don't forget the coffee." "Yes Miss," Leigh Anne said, adding, "Come on." She grinned. "You can get a taste of being the sissy-maid by serving the coffee while I fix the salads." "Did she get you yet?" Aunt Marcia laughed when I carried the tray of coffee out on to the patio still wearing the pinafore a couple of minutes later. "Not yet," I chuckled. "But she's trying Aunt Marcia." "She's very determined to have you Robbie." Mistress Rebecca laughed. "So beware when she beds you later, because her cock tastes like addictive strawberries!" I blushed when she said that. Dinner was fun, if a little surreal because Aunt Marcia and Mistress Rebecca ate in the dining room, while we ate our dinner in the kitchen, because according to Leigh Anne, 'sissy's like us' don't eat at the same table as Mistress and her guests. After clearing up the dinner, we rejoined Aunt Marcia and Mistress Rebecca, for a night-cap before she went home and the frilly lace collar Leigh Anne made for me was on the table. Picking it up Aunt Marcia looked at it and laughed commenting to me. "It don't think you would look as quite as good wearing one as Leigh Anne's does in hers Bobbie, but I don't think you're quite as naturally suited to being a submissive as she is." "He's not," Mistress Rebecca said confidently. "But a lot of the girls I have working for me on my company program aren't. I'd say on the dominance submissive spectrum Robbie is bang in the middle but would tend towards being the submissive partner in a settled relationship, while Leigh Anne is more of switch personality. Now she's started to bloom in her gender transition her primarily assertive interpersonal nature is showing, but she's also equally able to relish being submissive under the right conditions. With me she enjoys being very submissive, but I'll bet she'll be the dominant partner with Robbie later, and would continue to do so if we decide to let them carry things on into a longer term relationship, rather than the friendship, which after today I've no objection to them having what so ever." Aunt Marcia giggled opening the collar to examine the clasp. "I'm not going to argue with you Becky, you know far more about that side of life than I do, but knowing him like I do I tend to agree." Standing she stood in front of me and said with a smile as she held the collar against to my neck. "Would you like me to put it on you dear?" Leigh Anne had a hopeful look in her face and pouted when I said with a smile. "Perhaps not, Aunty." Mistress Rebecca laughed. "You said perhaps Robbie," and added to Marcia, "maybe Leigh Anne is getting somewhere with your potential niece Marcie, because he did not say no." "That's up to Bobbie Becky. He'll eventually untangle what he feels about the can of worms Leigh Anne has opened in his head, and he knows where ever that leads him I'll not be upset. If he's does as I suspect turn out to be a transgendered, then that's wonderful and 'she' can transition working for me, or if she finds she is truly submissive and wants to develop as one of your project girls beside Leigh Anne here then that's equally wonderful, but I can't see that ever happening." She smiled at me as she said, "I doubt he or she'd willingly leave the bookshop any more than I'd want to lose him, so don't get your hopes up." "I don't blame you for not wanting to lose him especially if he is like you suspect, because employing transgender staff can be worth their weight in gold in terms of tax relief for a small business," Rebecca commented. "I get about six percent of my business tax back because of how many of my staff are transgendered. Also a trans shop girl would be very much in keeping with ethos of your shop Marcie." "To be honest Becky the tax side had not even crossed my mind." Aunt Marcia smiled up at me. "I just want Bobbie to be happy in his or her life." She chuckled lightly and added, "Are you going to dismiss Leigh Anne for the evening and let her scratch that itch in her panties?" I heard Leigh giggled naughtily as she looked expectantly at Mistress Rebecca, who grinned and said, "I suppose I should," and waved her over saying. "Skirt up, panties down sweetie." I watched wide-eyed as Leigh Anne pulled down her very frilly panties, and handed them to me before holding up her skirts. Giving me a grin Mistress Rebecca unlocked the chastity from her hairless penis saying. "There you go dear," as she handed it to me saying, "Lock that back up the morning Robbie, Leigh Anne you're dismissed for the evening." Leigh Anne grabbed my hand and said bobbing her knees and pulled me with her. "Good night Mistress and Miss Marcia," and gave them both a kiss, so I did the same. "Enjoy yourself Bobbie," Marcia said with a smile adding, "It time I got off home, and know what ever you choose to do over your gender choices, that I'll always love you." Still holding my hand Leigh Anne giggled. "He'll be a girl like me Miss," and led me up to the attic and into her very feminine room. Turning to face me she gave me a lingering kiss and said with a hungry note in her tone. "Put my frilly knickers and cage on the dresser, and unzip my dress please." She winked. "Laura." Almost buzzing with excitement she spun round so I could reach her zip. My hands were shaking a little as I slid it down her back and watched as she shimmed her arms seductively from the sleeves, as she said swaying her hips alluringly, "Slide it down my body sweetie." As I eased the dress down her body I slowly knelt in behind her. Turning to face me still wearing her bra, a tight waist clincher, stockings and heels she grinned down at me and seductively licked her lips as she thrust her exposed penis towards me. Much to my surprise hers was a lot bigger than mine. I had assumed that since she was on hormones she would have had a small cock but I was clearly wrong as it hung in front of my face and she whispered. "Still interested?" I blushed and nodded saying in a horse tone, "Yes." "Good girl," she giggled unfastening her bra and tossing it beside her panties and chastity. "Give my girl cock a kiss to prove it lover." I hesitated for a split second and then kissed a cock for the first time in my life. With a naughty and very pleased giggle in her tone she said pulling me up right. "An improvement on how I looked when we kids don't you think sweetie?" "Yes," I gasped, looking at her small but developing breasts. "Well kiss me then, or is Mistress right and I'm the dominant one?" I gawped at her still shocked by how sexy her body looked. "Oh goodie," she giggled. "Then mistress was right about me being your mistress in the bedroom, and grabbing my head she kissed the life out me, commenting between kisses as she pulled my clothes off. "Lets get rid of these horrible boy things." In under a minute I was naked, and Leigh Anne was very much in the driving seat. Grinning turned me round and pushed me onto the bed and started kissing her way down my body. "Oh my god!" I gasped when she slipped her red-painted lips on my rock hard cock. Giggling, Leigh Anne said, "Is this your first time sweetie?" "With anyone," I admitted with a gasp. "Boy and Girl?" she teased as she teasingly licked me. "Yes," I said with a gasp of pleasure when I felt her lips caress the crown of my cock. Leigh Anne let out a delighted giggle and said, "Ow I hope you do come out as trans and mistress lets me keep you as a girlfriend sweetie, if she does I'm going to addict you to my girlie cock so much that the mere thought of pussy sexually becomes a turn off." I don't know what she was doing with her lips and tongue but she was playing me like a musical instrument, and I almost cried out. "Do it oh god, please do it!" "I hope you're telling me the truth that I'm your first," she teased. "You are," I cried, arching my back as she did some with her tongue on my balls. "Good then I know you're clean," she chortled and ran her tongue up my very hard cock saying as she reached the crown. "So I can have you bareback?" "Yes!" I gasped as her lips slid over me. I was telling the truth this was my first experience of any form of sexual contact and as she pleasured me it felt like it went on for an eternity, but in reality it was probably less that two minutes before I lost my control and blew my load. It was a very weird sensation to realise that this girl who had just given my first ever sexual experience, was also my childhood best mate Lee. I could not hide from the fact that she had been Lee, because there between her legs was a cock, a cock I had already kissed! A part of me told me what I was doing with her was wrong but another part of me wanted to please her, and then under both of them was a simmering desire to be like her. I was a very strange mix of emotions I felt when with a slobbering pop of her lips, she pulled herself from me and immediately gave me a long and very lingering kiss. I could taste my ejaculation on her lips and in her mouth but I was not revolted, and if anything, it felt completely natural. It also filled me with a deep desire to bugger the consequence just to have longer than this one night with Leigh Anne as we kissed and cuddled with wild abandon. We snogged for a while as my breathing calmed and then she giggled lustfully between kisses. "My turn," and rolled onto her back as she pushed me off the bed so I kneeling on the floor between her legs chortling. "Please me in the same way Laura. Suck my girl cock for me and become my cocksucker like I am for you baby girl. Please." I was that turned on I did not consider what I was doing was breaking a big male taboo or intensely disgraceful thing for a young male to do as I kissed her strip of pubic hair and tentatively licked her, and kissed her. Instead of feeling shame I felt an amazing sense of togetherness as I slowly nuzzled and caressed her large swollen girl cock with my lips and tongue. "Yes," she cooed winding her fingers into my hair. "That's it baby girl, lick, kiss and now suck there's a good girl, now you're getting it," and then I had my mouth full of her cock! I don't know how long I had been sucking on Leigh Anne's cock when Mistress Rebecca's voice said behind me, "Oh how lovely, two sissies at play!" I sensed she was stood in the doorway watching us but I was trapped in place. Leigh Anne had her legs draped over my shoulders holding me against the bed with her rather large cock in my mouth. "Having fun Leigh Anne?" she chuckled. "Oh god yes Mistress, she's a natural cocksucker," she gasped. "Did 'she' taste nice?" "Deliciously little and pretty Mistress, but in need of a wax." She panted controlling me with my hair. "Well you know how to fix that in the morning darling?" Mistress Rebecca laughed adding, "You know Robbie your aunt Marcia told me how she's always suspected that you'd be more interested cock than pussy sweetheart, and I don't think she was surprised in the slightest to find that what you really wanted was my sissy maids, even though you knew she used to be the boy who was your best friend and perhaps role model." Her voice filled with a note of amusement. "Mmm you both look so delicious I'm almost tempted to join in but tonight is Leigh Anne's night, perhaps next time you can both serve me." As she turned away she commented dryly, "Have fun girls, and please don't make a racket or I'll have the pair of you in chastity, and insure that your both are sleeping in long fitted panties under your nighties next time I let you have a sleep over!" My jaw was starting ache but Leigh Anne was insatiable and she had me where she wanted me. I was loving sucking her and even if I had wanted to I could not have escaped her toned legs until she arched her back and let out a shriek of pleasure as she exploded into my mouth. Like Mistress said it did taste of strawberries. Having sated our immediate needs we spent another long time kissing, cuddling as I removed her stockings and figure controlling waist clincher suspender belt. Under it I discovered she had a small tramp stamp of a fairy nestled between a pair roses on the base of her back. "Did that hurt?" I said kissing the design inked into her pale skin. "A little but it was worth it, because Mistress made me get it to show I was willing to accept her sissy maids rules," Leigh Anne said rolling over to face me. "All her personal sissy maids get a variation of that fairy tattooed somewhere on them during their first month of service. We pick where we get it on our bodies, and she selects the design." She giggled and teased my flat boyish nipples. "It's such a pity you don't have boobies growing darling, I love having my nipples played with especially since the titty fairy turned them on and made them super sensitive." She gave me a kiss and giggled, adding, "Once we have grown as much as we're going to get, Mistress decides if we need implants and fixes our nipples at the same time by getting us girl areoles tattooed round them so they look like natural breasts, breasts which I hope you're going to start kissing and sucking soon baby girl?" I did not have to be asked twice and as I teased her nipples with my lips she was tracing my shoulder telling me. "I'll have you tattooed here with a really girlie design so even if you don't get your fairy sweetie, you still have a the kind of feminine shoulder-blade tattoo I think looks ever so sexy on a girl." Then she let out a little moan of pleasure and said with that hungry note back in her tones. "Do you like my little boobie's sweetie?" "Mmm," I moaned as I kissed and sucked her developing breasts. "Good girl," she whispered. "That's it baby girl show me how much you love my boobies, and when you get yours I'll show you how much I love them too." Her words were lost in the tide of sexual pleasure she was introducing me to, and when she pulled me into a long kiss by my hair, and said with a look of wild abandon in her eyes. "I'm going to take your virginity and fuck you into girlhood Robbie!" I just gasped floating on tide of erotic pleasure. "Do Leigh, please do it," feeling my cock quivering with excitement and anticipation. Leigh Anne did take my virginity and then some, but not quite in the way I expected, because I was the one on the receiving end. I'll admit it was not the way I expected to lose my virginity, but it was intensely satisfying, even if I did feel more than little ashamed of myself when she had me bent over the edge of the bed with her large girl cock almost painfully buried inside me. However she took her time and started slowly. Slowly increasing the speed and as she did the pain I felt from her invasion became pleasure and my moaning cries and screams were not of complaint but lust filled pleasure by the time she was really thrusting herself in and out of me. It felt amazing, and when I came it released a tide of sexual gratification that was like nothing I could have ever imagined. She enjoyed shagging me that much that after she recovered she did it again and this time I really screamed in pleasure! To the sound of her calling loudly as she filled me for the second time. "I'm getting mistress to make you keep your clitty locked up until the day you beg her for a pussy, so the only kind of sex you ever know is taking my hot tranny cock inside you!" Lost in a sea of sexual pleasure, I was moaning and crying she could do anything she like to me so long as she carried on doing what she was doing to me! We sucked, fucked and fondled for what felt like a life time before we were both used up and covered in cum and makeup. My face and body were smeared with almost as much as she was and my back side was still burning and tingling with a mixture of pain and pleasure from her double assault on my virginity. "God!" she giggled, when we collapsed back spent. "We look like a right pair of cum sluts baby girls, let's have a shower." The shower was another experience of erotic delight, and we giggled and kissed through out. Eventually and highly scented with the perfumed body-wash she preferred Leigh Anne dragged me back into the bedroom. Giving me a naughty giggle she handed me a short baby-doll nightdress and told me. "Put it on girlfriend," as she slipped on an almost identical one. "I want to cuddle my girlie boy lover to sleep in matching satin and lace baby." I was that much of high from the sexual experience we had enjoyed that I did not think of refusing, and I could tell Leigh Anne really liked looking at me in it as we changed the sticky bed linen, before we fell to bed. Enjoying the feeling of the satin on my skin as I spooned up against her and drifted off to sleep feeling a mixture of shame and delight about how much I had enjoyed surrendering my virginity to her! Next morning I could have killed her when I started to rouse just after seven. Leigh Anne was playing, as I abruptly found out when she woke me up by slipping something cold and metallic behind my balls. "Hey!" I exclaimed loudly, trying to push her away as she slid the rest of her chastity over my penis, but found I couldn't because my arms were cuffed to the end of the bed as I cried. "What are you doing?" She let out a cheeky giggle and told me, "I've never seen it worn on another sissy before sweetie," and gave me a very innocent look, as she added, "I'm just curious see what my chastity looks like on someone else, and knew you would not mind, and you did say you were curious to know what it felt like?" "When?" I said as she lined everything up. "Last night the first time I was fucking the virgin out of you girlfriend," she said, giggling lewdly as she leant forwards and kissed my pubic hair above the unlocked chastity. "But didn't Mistress did tell us to lock this in the morning?" She smirked at me and snapped the lock shut. "She meant on you not me!" I exclaimed. "Ops my mistake," she giggled and pulled at my pubes. "And I want this gone baby, I don't want my girlfriend with a bushy muff!" "You can," I yelped. "If you take the blood thing off!" "I'll hold you to that when Mistress lets you free!" she said in a tone giddy with excitement as she slid up my body, and added, rubbing her cock over my chin. "But for now my sweet girlie boy." She reached over to her night stand and grabbed a tube of red lipstick, and commanded. "Pucker up, I want a morning blow job from my girlfriend's cocksucker red lips!" There was not much I could do to stop her painting my lips even if I wanted to, which I didn't, so I compliantly let her colour my lips with the brush that was in the tube, and a couple of minutes later she had her cock in my mouth again. Although this was nothing like a normal morning, I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy her very bossy and erotic way of starting a day. "Mmm," Leigh Anne cooed. "It so nice not have 'your' pretty chastity not making my morning-glory a painful wake up sweetie." She was obviously very turned on and it did not take long before I had another mouthful, and as she painted my lips with her cum Leigh Anne was giggling. "Swallow it all my girlie boy, and lick your lips like a good sissy slut, because your sissy mistresses knows her milk is just what her girlfriend needs for breakfast!" "Leigh Anne," Mistress Rebecca said in a tone that mixed anger and laughter from the door. "You naughty little minx what have you done to Robbie?" "Mistress!" she said jumping up in shock, leaving me with bright red cum coated lips. "How long have you been there?" "Since not long after your playmate woke me up when he cried out 'What are you doing' as you put him in your chastity. Cute choice of nightie for Robbie by the way, and I love his lips, but if that's your seventy- two hour lip-stain you've used on him, then the sissy mistress will have her forfeit or punishment decided on by her girlie boy!" Leigh Anne went red as Mistress Rebecca walked over and picked up the tube of lip colour she had painted on my lips. "Bloody hell Leigh Anne! That was a really stupid thing to do, now Robbie is going have to work tomorrow and Tuesday with fire engine red lips! Marcia is going to kill us both when she picks him up this afternoon." I looked at Leigh Anne and then at Mistress Rebecca and then said with an embarrassed giggle as I pulled on the cuffs. "Can someone undo me please?" Mistress Rebecca chuckled, and I belatedly noticed she was still wearing her nightdress as she said, "In a minute." Leigh Anne who was blushing brightly pulled a face and said, "Can you make it more than a minute Mistress before you let Robbie go?" She pointed at the device on her dressing table. "I really want to see to his bikini, so I don't end up with pubes stuck in my teeth next time?" I saw Mistress Rebecca smirk, but said, "No you can't Leigh Anne. If you had not used a lip-stain I would have been willing to let you give your playmate a proper sissy clitty look, but after your performance this morning I'll be surprised if Robbie wants anything else to do with you." "I don't know about that." I laughed pulling on the cuffs that attached to the bed. "I can't help but love her, but I really do need the loo!" "This is well weird," I grumbled when I got to the loo and found that I could not pee standing up wearing the chastity. Mistress Rebecca called as I relieved myself, "Make sure to use toilet roll to dry yourself and use the fem fresh spray, when you're done dear. Now you wearing my chastity cage I insist that you keep things very clean and hygienic down there." When I came out of the loo trying to pull the baby-doll down Mistress commented. "Very pretty, satin and lace really do suit you darling." "Thanks, I think." I blushed before adding, "And don't worry about Aunt Marcia being upset with you about my lips Mistress. I doubt she will mind after all it not like she's never seen me in lipstick before and if anything I expect she'll probably find me stuck with slut red lips amusing." "I hope you're right dear," she said pensively. "Because an angry Marcia is a force of nature, and having been the target of her rage once in my late teens, even after fifteen years I have no desire to repeat the experience." "Trust me Mistress, my aunt will be fine," I said confidently. Leigh Anne let a little sigh of relief, and I belatedly noticed she was stood there looking uncomfortable and my eyes widened when saw why. Her rather large cock was now trapped inside a tiny chastity, and seeing my look Mistress chuckled. "Since she used her fitted one to trap you dear, I've put her in the spare I recalled being up here but its a generic size small and she can stay in it until I get round to releasing you." She smirked and said, "Because I believe I told you both last night to keep the noise down or I'd put the pair of you in chastity. Since it was clear from the racket you made last night while shagging and showering you ignored my request, it's clear that I need to remind you that when I tell you to do something in my house I expect you to do it, so you can both stay locked up for the rest of today!" "Yes Mistress," Leigh Anne said giving me the elbow before I said the same. She gave us both an exasperated look and sort of laughed. "However Leigh Anne you still owe Robbie for painting his lips with stay-fast stain." She smiled at me and asked, "So what do you fancy Robbie, would you like to spank her for being a naughty little minx, or perhaps borrow her for a day and experience the delight of having a sexy sissy maid locked in a restrictive but revealing uniform waiting on your every need?" "Umm, how about switching that very painful looking chastity for this one, and letting her spend another night with me Mistress? Just the two of us at my place," I said. "So I can make her to dinner," I chuckled. "My cooking should be punishment enough." "Not what I expected but I said you can pick her forfeit, and if that's what you, then of course," Mistress Rebecca said with a pleased smile flickering in her eyes. "But only so long as I see your flat first, and come to an acceptable agreement in terms of the restrictions I put on my house sissy's having intimate friends. We can discuss it over breakfast." Walking over to me Mistress Rebecca took hold of my chastity and said, "With a little soap and some discomfort you could probably get out this without the key Robbie. It's much to big for you, the one Leigh Anne is wearing is closer to your size." Slipping off her necklace she said in a commanding tone. "Hands behind your backs," and used what I thought was a decorative pendant to unlock me adding, "If you agree to my terms when it comes to carrying on with Leigh Anne beyond a supervised friendship, I'll measure you for a fitted one identical to this." Doing the same to Leigh Anne with a normal padlock key similar to the one for my suit case, I watched astonished when like it was the most normal thing in the world she removed both of our chastities, but only for long enough to clean both of us with a wipe, and switch them round before commenting, "That's better, I know you are both secure with no chance of one of you slipping free! Now girls I think you better find some clothes, and since it would appear that you dumped last nights messed up sheets on Robbie's clothes they will be stinking of sex, and will need washing, drying and ironing to take home. So you'll have to find him something to wear, then get this." She nudged the washing basket. "In the wash, and I still expect you ready to serve my breakfast on time Leigh Anne, or I'll spank you both!" Walking out she said, "Oh and Leigh Anne when I say find something for Robbie to wear, I don't mean one of your uniforms. Since he cannot go home as he was, she will have to be our guest and just in case Marcia does do one over her lips we might as well as getting a bollocking for going the whole hog so I want her looking pretty as a picture when she comes later on today to pick her up." The moment Mistress Rebecca went out sight Leigh Anne gave me a quick kiss and said, "Mistress must really like you to let you have me spend a night at your flat for dinner, and thanks for not picking a nasty forfeit, although it sounds like I better cook if you're as bad you said." "Actually Leigh," I laughed. "I'm a very good cook, if you remember my mum liked cooking and I joined the cookery club at school so I could learn to make the things in her recipe book." "Oh my, can you make those mini beef wellingtons she used to make? That was always one of my favourites and I've never been able to work out how she did them." She giggled adding as she pulled a maids uniform from her wardrobe. "Sure I can't tempt you?" "I think you're in enough trouble," I giggled feeling a little tempted as she waved it at me. "Without pushing the boat out any more don't you?" "Yeah good point, so what do you fancy, miss goody two shoes or something more adventurous?" "You pick," I said going for a wash, calling, "Have you got a spare tooth-brush?" Behind me Leigh Anne turned into a mini whirlwind as she winnowed though her wardrobe saying. "There is a new one in the wall cabinet, what size are you?" "Girls?" "Yes stupid, I don't have anything else?" she said over the sound of her opening draws. "Dunno, most of the girl things I've worn came from costume rental places." "Okay what's your waist?" "28 for most things occasionally 26," I said round a mouth full of toothpaste "Great, I can work with that, as my clinchers will fit, and I'm going naughty but nice for you to go home in, but I've found you a skirt and top just until we've time to really get you looking pretty after breakfast." "Anything will do," I said washing my face hoping that my excitement over being dressed up by Leigh Anne was not going to be that obvious. Telling me as she barrelled into the bathroom, already wearing her underwear except for her panties and sat on the loo. "I've put you a bra and panty set on the bed next to my old false boobs, slip them on when your done, and I'll be out in a jiffy to fix you up with them." Putting on the bra and panties was easy enough and as there was a waist- clinching suspender belt similar to the one Leigh Anne had worn the night before sat beside them. I was experimentally working out how to put it on when she came out of the bathroom and said, "Not bad but I need to adjust your bra, before I can give you a pair of boobies." Humming to herself she altered the straps and cleaning the back of the boobs, and my chest with a sly giggle, which should have warned me she was up to something. Leigh Anne positioned them in the cups and pressed them onto my skin for a moment before tightening the straps correctly. Giggling to herself she gave me a grin and a kiss saying, "Oh dear I suppose I should have told you that I've just used a medical grade prosthetic adhesive to secure them to you." She grinned at me. "I didn't think you'd mind that you've tits bonded in place for around the next 48 hours, since your lips are going stained fire engine red for at least that long." Giving her a look I said trying to sound apprehensive rather than excited, "Are you trying to trap me in girls clothes?" "Me? No not all," Leigh Anne said without any sincerity in her tone. "Liar," I giggled. "Hush up, I can still read you like a book and can tell you're as excited, and curious as I am to find out how good my girlfriend can look," she said chortling with pleasure she repositioned the waist clincher on my waist and clipped it shut before pulling in the lacing, and all of a sudden I had waist line. "Perfect," she cooed. "Slip the straps underneath your panties sweetie, and I'll run my lady shave over your legs so your stockings don't look nasty with leg hair, and I'd best do your pits as well since the top I've got you for breakfast is sleeveless. I've got a lovely leather mini skirt, and blouse combo which are both a bit to big for me these days, but should fit you perfectly to go home in, and I'm sure I can find you a few things for tomorrow and Tuesday, from the samples, and rejected designs Mistress has stored here." She grinned at my expression and added, "You're going to have to stay dressed as a girl until at least Wednesday morning before your lips fade and boobs come free, but for now can you lift your arms up?" As she spoke Leigh Anne had lifted my arm and was running her lady shave over my right arm pit. Moving to my left she commented, "Brilliant thing this if you are in a rush, and it will do a good enough job on your legs and pits, and still leave enough behind that I can sort it properly after breakfast." The lady shave made equally short work of the hair which had grown back on my legs since I played Juliet, and putting it to one side she passed me a pair of stocking, a mid-thigh length black lose flared skirt and a pink ribbed sleeveless top saying. "Slip them on babe, while I fix my face, and consider what I can do with your hair, because you don't want to wearing a wig if its going to be another hot day like yesterday." With me finishing getting myself dressed Leigh Anne quickly did her make up and tidied her hair before slipping into fresh uniform, saying as I pulled the skirt into place round my new waist line. "Zip me up and I'll give your face a five-minute makeover." Leigh Anne was very good with cosmetics, because her five-minute makeup job took a quarter of the time and looked much better than I with the help of the drama club's teachers ever managed for a female role in a performance. "Not bad," Leigh Anne said smiling at me in the mirror. "Now the best thing I can do with your hair for now is brush it into some form of shape and hold it back with a hair bit of hairspray and a band, but I've a fabby style in my mind for you after breakfast, well so long as Mistress thinks it's a good idea." She glanced at the clock. "Bugger we're running out of time. Slip on the sandals I was wearing when I met you yesterday they should fit your feet, and while I make Mistress breakfast, can you sort the washing into whites and coloureds for me?" "Sure," I said revelling in the feeling of wearing a skirt, and the sensation of the false boobs pulling on my chest as they bounced inside the bra under my top as we walked down the stairs to the kitchen. "I think you like that outfit," Leigh Anne teased watching me via the mirror as we walked down the hall to the kitchen. I blushed and laughed. "Damn busted!" "Where's the washing machine?" I asked as we walked in. "Do you know how to fly one?" "Yeah, we had to do all our own washing at school from age 14 up," I said. "It in there behind the kitchen," Leigh Anne said waving at a door before turning on a coffee machine and opening the fridge. "Oh, and make sure you put the whites on first, Mistress will do her nut if you turn the sheets grey because we've washed the coloureds first. I've pushed my luck enough today to risk any colour leaching from your jeans being caught by the sheets." "Okay," I said, carrying the basket into the room and sorting the washing into two piles before putting the sheets and bed-clothes in the machine calling. "Just on a low temperature wash for the whites?" "Yeah," she called, as the scent of fresh coffee peculated from the machine. "Here," she said when I reappeared and handed me a coffee tray. "Can you take that to Mistresses bedroom? It's the room straight ahead at the top of the stairs. Don't forget to knock and when you have served it, ask her where she wants breakfast, it's looking like another nice day so she may want it on the patio?" "Okay." I nodded and trotted off with the coffee. I don't know if the we're late rushing was to keep me distracted from thinking about how I was dressed, or what I was doing, but if it was it was not necessary because I was enjoying myself and the clothes I was wearing. After knocking on the door, it was only a moment before Mistress Rebecca said, "Enter." Pushing open the door I walked in and said, "Your coffee Mistress." "Pop it on the dressing table beside me please dear." She was sat brushing her hair in front of the mirror and said with a pleased smile looking at me through it. "I see my assessment of your potential was accurate, you look very feminine dressed like that Robbie." "Thank you Mistress," I said with a smile as I put the coffee tray beside her. "It feels rather nice to be honest." "Does it dear?" she chuckled. "Well I'm sure with a little more time Leigh Anne could improve on your appearance, but for a quick make over it's an impressive transformation. However if you're really interested in seeing just how convincing we could get you looking before Marcia picks you up later this afternoon, I'm more than willing to give you one of my new girl styling sessions?" "I think I'd like that Mistress," I said. "Marvellous. I've not had a chance to style a girl to my tastes since Leigh Anne joined me, and from having spoken to Marcia last night about you, and got to know you, I did suspect that if I offered you the opportunity you'd have no objections to letting me?" "Not at all Mistress, it sounds like it could be fun." "Great, I'll discuss it with Leigh Anne after breakfast, which I'll take on the patio, and I think you should join me. You are our guest, regardless of your rekindled relationship with Leigh Anne and," She giggled suddenly looking much younger than her age. "I will give you a taste of why I like to exchange my household girl's transition costs for having them working as my sissy maid." She looked at me more closely and nodded. "Oh and do remind Leigh Anne that you are a guest, rather than a potential sissy maid." Mistress Rebecca said, "Otherwise she'll boss you into working as her junior maid. Oh, and if she's not fetched them yet, the Sunday papers should be in the mail box at the end of the drive, pick them up for me will you?" "Yes Mistress," I said with a smile. "Excellent, and don't let miss bossy boots put you to work this morning, I expect to see you enjoying being my guest and having a morning coffee on the patio with the papers, while my maid does the job I pay her for. I might have kept my word about chastising that clitty of yours but you're still a guest." She smiled at me through the mirror. "How are you finding it by the way?" "Erm erotic, and at times a little painful," I admitted. "Excellent that precisely what its supposed to dear, and if you wish to remain intimate with Leigh Anne after today a chastity will be a requirement to insure you remain clean, off you go." She laughed, and waved me away. Leigh Anne pulled a face when I told her what Mistress said about me being a guest, but cheered up dramatically when I mentioned that she offered to 'style' me. "Ow! I hope you said yes," she said with her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can do a good job on you but Mistress is a genius, and she'll really make the best of you." The walk to pick the papers up was a little unnerving at first but there was a weird sense of freedom in doing it how was dressed. As I got back Leigh Anne handed me a coffee commenting I'd best do as I was told and shooed me out of 'her' kitchen. Over breakfast Mistress Rebecca asked me. "How far can I go without upsetting Marcia in making you look like a girl, who Leigh Anne tell me she wants to call Laura, Robbie?" "She wont mind what you do, and I won't so," I said. "Do what ever you want, I'm in your hands, but if you're going to use a girl's name, I suppose I should tell you that Aunt Marcia once told me that if I was a girl they were going to call me Angela Elizabeth after my grandmothers." "Angela, I do like that name and have been looking for the right girl to give it to," Mistress said sounding pleased. "Yes I think Angela will fit you nicely." Leigh Anne who overheard our conversation pulled a face, but tipped me a pleased wink. When I told her I did not mind what they did to make me look like Angela, I did not quite understand just how far she would go, especially with my hair. "Sure about letting me go as far as I want?" Mistress asked after Leigh Anne washed my hair. "Yeah," I laughed. "Leigh got me curious when she called you a genius." "Wonderful!" She chuckled. "I do love a willing victim," and started working a highly pungent cream into my hair. Telling Leigh Anne, "Start on her nails please, I think five millimetre acrylics to match yours will make a nice start, and once our pretty victim has had a couple of weeks getting used to them, she can go longer if she wishes." Grinning with delight Leigh Anne set to work on my nails as mistress covered my hair with a rubber cap and rather painfully started hooking small bundles of my hair through the many perforations in the cap with a strange shaped tool. By the time Leigh Anne had transformed my finger tips with oval feminine shaped nails Mistress had painted the exposed hair with another smelly cream, and covered everything with a plastic bag. "We'll give that the full thirty minutes I think. Do you have any problems with letting me cut a little shape into Angela's hair Robbie?" She smiled adding, "I know what I'm doing as I worked part-time in a hairdressers from age sixteen until I graduated." "No," I said, "I trust you, and I'm really enjoying being pampered like this." "Now that is the kind of response I like to hear from a new girl," Mistress Rebecca said, before commenting to Leigh Anne. "We're going for shop girl not sissy-maid, Leigh Anne use that nice vintage red, same for her toes it will match Angela's lips, and red nail varnish works with every outfit." I did not get to see how I looked during the nearly five hours they worked on transforming my appearance from Robert to Angela. I was not lying when I said I was really enjoying the pampering, and it all felt heavenly, except for when I found out what the thing on Leigh Anne's dressing table was for, after they waxed me clean of hair, and I mean everything from my eye lashes downwards was waxed. God that made me squeal, much to Leigh Anne's amusement. Since the chastity had to come off while she was waxing me, Mistress carefully measured my penis, and I realised that she was doing it for a fitted chastity cage like Leigh Anne's. I quickly forgot about that though when Leigh Anne looked at me after she had pecked at my eyebrows with a pair of tweezers for long enough that I thought she had plucked all the hair from my forehead, and said, "Earrings Mistress?" "Of course, and I think matching pairs to you dear, they can be a discrete bond between you if our new Angela wants to stay around." With a small pink gun Leigh Anne punched three holes in each of my ears leaving behind a gold stud in each. "I expect you to keep these." She giggled in my ear after Mistress commented that if I did not like them I could take them out and the holes would close up, before telling me how to keep them clean during the three weeks it would take for them to heal. My transformation started at just after ten that morning and it was almost well past three o'clock before I got to see the finished product. I looked radically different, my muddy brown hair was now a rich golden brown and was shot through with much blonder brown streaks. My formally unkempt scruffy collar length mop had been cut in to a short but decidedly feminine style with a fringe that feathered back to reveal my freshly triple pierced ears. It was according to Mistress a similar, if slightly shorter style to the one Katie Derham the television presenter had before her hair grew out. "I picked it because you have a similar facial shape, and so long as you get it trimmed regularly it will grow out over the next six months or so into a very pretty hairdo for your shape of face," she informed me as she itemised how they had so completely changed my appearance. My nails like my lips were scarlet red, matching the tight red blouse that highlighted my now shapely chest, and I could not believe my legs could look quite so amazing under the fine black stockings and a short leather skirt as I perched on three-inch red heels looking at the figure, looking back me in the mirror. Gobsmacked I turned this way and that in front of the mirror, shocked and delighted by how I looked as I gasped. "I don't believe it!" "Told you that you had potential dear," Mistress said in a very satisfied tone. Having acted in female roles during my school years I had been taught in numerous rehearsals about female movement and body language, and how to alter the pitch and intonation of my voice, finding myself looking like a girl brought all that back. "Now I expected a good result from your transformation dear, because Robbie was perfect raw material, but even by my standards I'm surprised about just how well you turned out Angela," Mistress Rebecca said as I looked at myself speechless. "And I'm also very impressed that your body language, and your voice is surprisingly good, and much better than I could have expected. I can tell the drama teachers who rehearsed you to play Shakespearian female roles have already taught you many of the basic female traits my clinic teaches our transgendered clients starting their transition." She smiled nodding pleased with my response and how I looked as she added, "I can see that if you did RLT you would not need a vast amount of behavioural retraining, and because of your age many of the obvious masculine tells I can see, are not unusual in sporty active tomboy girls moving from a boarding school to adult life." You know," she said with a pleased nod of her head. "I'm pretty sure that you'll be able to convincingly pass with very little effort at all if you're dressed gender appropriately dear." The pensive look was back in her eyes as she realised just how radical my transformation was and I could tell she was suddenly rather worried about Marcia's reaction to how far she had gone before she asked, "What do you think Marcia will say Angela?" I eventually found my tongue and said, "I think she'll be stunned Mistress, and know I am." "In a good way?" "Yes, I think she be delighted," I said still looking at myself in the mirror in amazement. "She's always said I would make a good-looking girl, and I am. Wow!" "So I can take it you like the result of my restyle then?" She chuckled still somewhat apprehensively, and nodded at Leigh Anne who was almost as wide-eyed as I was about how I looked. "I love it!" I gasped. Leigh Anne had been sent off to make up a bag of clothes, makeup and accessories to get me through work for the next few days before Mistress began the final stage of my transformation. "I can see someone else does as well." Her voice filled with a rich tone of amusement. "And it's just as well I have you both securely in chastity because given half a chance my maid would be ripping her girlfriends clothes off and fucking her senseless again!" Leigh Anne and I both blushed and started giggling. Leaving Leigh Anne with instructions to clean everything up, and then get on with making dinner Mistress Rebecca led me out on the patio with a gin and tonic to enjoy the late afternoon the sun. "So Angela could you see yourself looking like this all the time?" Mistress asked once we were sat with our drinks. Dumb struck from my reflection as we sat in the French windows I nodded not really listening. I just could not pull my eyes from feminine figure looking back at me from the window. "Do you want to?" This time I heard the question and said, "Can I have time think about what you have done before I answer that please Mistress?" "Of course," she said, "but I've got to say, Marcia was right when she said you are far to pretty to be a boy." She smiled and patted my hand. "Because looking at you now I truly believe that spending your life in mundane masculinity would be a criminal waste of your astonishing feminine potential. I've been helping boys transforming their gender professionally for more than a decade Angela and I've had may be two girls who made such a convincing opening transformations as you have, but I think we'll talk about that once you had a little more time consider your new reality." "You know," she commented, when I looked away from the window blushing at the awestruck expression I saw on my face. "When Leigh Anne saw you in Marcia shop a fortnight ago she got home in a complete tizzy." Mistress Rebecca chuckled. "As far as she knew you never came back from the States after your mother died, and when I picked her up she looked like she had seen a ghost." "Her dress caught my eye." I laughed. "But felt sure I knew her, and it drove me nuts all week." "Considering your age when you went to the US I'm surprised that you did not put down roots?" "I hated it," I said not hiding the resentment I felt about the move. "I did not want be there, and with my mental state at the time, moving just weeks after my mother died, it just made my depression over loosing her even worse." I could see the next question in her eyes and added, "I was there for a little under a year and a half before my father let me come to boarding school." We were talking for well over half hour as I was told her about loosing my mother, and trying to explain why I never settled into American life or adapted to schooling out there, before I realised that she was head shrinking me. I assumed she was probing me to see if I was as transgendered as Marcia suspected, which made me wonder just what she had said when they were talking about me yesterday? It was clear that she knew a lot more about my personal history and background than I had thought. Giving her a smile after I realised what she was doing and asked, "Drawn any conclusions yet during this impromptu shrinking session?" "One or two," she chuckled. "What twigged you? I don't usually get caught assessing a potentially interesting girl." "You asked me a lot of the same questions the head shrinks my father sent me to when he was trying to get me to settle in the States." I giggled. "After you've been asked the same questions by god only knows how many councillors, therapists and psychologists you recognise the process. So what have you learned, I'm curious to know because my father was always in a foul mood with me after he had spoken to them?" "Sure you want to hear it?" she said. "Please. It will give me a heads up, because I should get my psychological examination records in the next week or two, I made a FOI request for them the day after I turned eighteen." "Okay then and this is based on a single casual preliminary session and what Marcia and Leigh Anne have said about you. So don't take this as gospel, but you show clear signs of life long dysphoric issues concerning your gender identity, issues which were probably a lot more apparent when you were younger and had not picked up a vernier from spending your adolescence in an all male environment. Just to put some context on that dear, on first glance even after boarding school you are showing more obvious signs of a serious underlying gender dysphoric issue than Leigh Anne was showing when I first met her, while she was trying to get on to the NHS and begin transitioning." I nodded saying, "That probably explains why I've always had the uncertainty about who I was supposed to be." "Indeed it does. Now you also have serious deep-rooted issues with your father, and don't know how to forgive him for his response to losing your mother and taking you to the States." I nodded. "That's also true." "Rather than your father in part because of your issues with him, and the loss of your mother, you've subconsciously transferred to Marcia the position of your primary parental figure, even when she was not a physical presence in your life. This transference of affection is like I said also a symptom of your inability to forgive you father, but primarily it happened because of her closeness to you and your mother during your very early infancy. Marcia's approval means everything to you, and if she had not approved of you seeing Leigh Anne you certainly would not be here now." I nodded. "Now you say it I can see it." "Your inability to settle in the USA as a child was in large part down to your gender identity issues being amplified by bereavement. This combined with your resentment about being taken without any prior warning, and forced to live in a culture whose rules you did not understand compounded your emotional turmoil. In effect you were grieving the loss of both your mother and the world you knew, so it's hardly surprising that you fell into a deep depression, which driven by the resentment you felt about your father's sudden decision to emigrate meant you became stuck in a depressive cycle." She gave me a smile and added, "I'd also hazard a guess that if you do decide to transition at some point, one of the lesser factors is a subconscious desire to stick two fingers up at your fathers beliefs." "Do you think all the shrinks he sent me to when I was a kid told him about the gender issues?" "I'd be very surprised if they didn't because it would have been a lot more obvious when you were younger," she said watching me like a hawk as I processed what she said. "Well I guess that explains his anger." I giggled. "And why he tried to get me to do all the stereotypical American masculine activities when all I wanted to do was close the door." I chuckled. "And all these years I thought it was just because they told him I'd never settle and if something did not change in my life to lift my depression I'd end up in a loony bin." "They probably did," she said in a clinical tone. "Because I am one hundred percent sure that one of the primary reason why your isolation and sense of alienation from your new school mates was so acute was down to your gender identity conflict clashing with the macho, strictly gender divided culture of the religious school you attended while you were there." "I didn't tell you that did I?" "You didn't have to it was clear what sort of school it was from how you described it." She laughed. I went silent for a few minutes as Mistress watched me reading my body language as I looked back at my reflection in the window, and said after I thought through her words. "Thank you, you've made a few things very clear." "That's not a gospel assessment," she cautioned. "It just a first impressions based on information from people who knew you in childhood, speaking to you last night and a single casual session just now." "But you also think that you're pretty much right though, don't you?" I said with a smile. "Close enough," she admitted. "And having just watched your reaction to seeing yourself as Angela I'd feel comfortable enough to say that had this had this been a formal session I'd confidently assess you a genuinely transgendered and pass over you to the medical doctors as psychologically suitable to proceed onto a program of androgen reduction and hormonal replacement therapy." "Okay, I'm not going to disagree," I said, "Because I can't refute anything you've said, including the comment that I do like the idea of transitioning because it would piss off my father." "I know," she said, "and that issue with your father is something you both need to see someone about if you want a relationship in the future." "That ships sailed Mistress," I said, "he's got a new life and I've no desire to be a part of it," I looked back at myself and added, "Especially now." It was a very surreal sensation. For the first time in my life I was looking at myself and not feeling a strange dislocation between the person in the mirror, and who I thought I was. She looked at me curiously watching the play of emotion on my face as I said, "You know you asked me if I had ever wanted dress as a girl for myself when I was talking about performing in school productions yesterday?" She nodded. "Yes." "At the time I did not understand really understand what you meant by the question, and now I do, and the answer is yes. I do like looking like a girl for myself," I said, picking up my glass and taking a sip. "Can I beg another favour?" "Sure?" she said smiling as I handed her my phone and asked. "Will you get a couple of photos on my phone?" Adding excitedly, "I've got to send a picture or two of how I look to friend Amy, she'll go ape with delight!" I blushed. "I know I am about looking like this, and to answer your other question earlier Mistress, yes I really could get to like looking like this all the time, and I think I'd like to find out just how much." I posed this way and that, as Mistress snapped a string of photographs that I texted to Amy, with the tag line. "Hope you don't mind by Rob's gone away for while, so say hello to Angela. Love you, hope to see you in Vegas, Angie. X" Laughing my text message, Mistress said, "She'll think you're considering RLT as Angela sweetie?" "Perhaps I am, but I still want to take a while and experiment with living like this for a while if I can, since it will be a while before what you have done to me fades, if I want to let it," I said, looking back at my refection thoughtfully. Mistress Rebecca sat quietly watching me puzzle out my feelings. I took a deep breath and tried to put the blizzard of thoughts spinning through my mind into some rational pattern, and said, "But having seen myself, and listened to what you said as about my childhood confusions from a gender psychologists point of view you have explained numerous things about why I always felt about myself, that I've never been able to conceptualise." I sighed, and continued. "And there's no way I can deny that Aunt Marcia was wrong when she said she thought I was transgendered and did not know it. Seeing this," I waved at my reflection in the window, "has made something go click in my mind making me see transitioning to a female gender is an appealing prospect, but not because it would piss my dad off, but because I see her." I again waved at my reflection. "In the mirror, without any of mental disconnect about how I look and how I feel." I pulled a face trying to put into words a concept I could not quite grasp. "Until you showed me Angela, when I saw myself it always a little like looking at an Airfix aeroplane with the wings glued on upside down, they fit, but something does not look quite right, that's how I've always felt when I saw myself." "Good analogy, and it up to you, but if you do decide to step on the program to transition, either with me or the NHS. I'm sure I could find a place in the household for you if you wanted, but I think I am right that for all you'd enjoy occasionally playing the sissy-maid for fun, spending a year or so as full-time sissy submissive is not a lifestyle you'd choose over working for your Aunt especially given the other responsibilities Marcia's alluded to?" I nodded. "You're right about that, I love working at the bookshop, and I do have family commitments I cannot escape. Also after being in a school boarding house, living on top of people all the time I like the freedom of living alone and having real personal space." She smiled and nodded. "I know that feeling, I felt the same when I left boarding school. I also know that from what Marcia has hinted in passing that unlike my most of my company girls, if you did decide to transition, the financial cost would not be an issue for you, even if you went fully private and used my clinics program without an NHS referral?" "Yes," I admitted. "My flat's in a building that I technically own because I'm the sole heir to my family's estate which is currently controlled by a board of trustees, as well as having a large personal inheritance that I'll gain full access to when I marry or turn 25, which currently pays me a monthly income that I seldom need to touch, and is just building up in my savings account." "Well my services are there if you require them when you do decide to transition. As you're clearly transgendered I'll not interfere with anything happening between you and Leigh Anne." She smiled. "It's clear that you're very good for each other. Since she spoke to you last week and found out you accepted her as she is, she's found a confidence in herself that most RLT girls take over a year to reach, and Marcia did say to me last night that after you worked out who she was, you have also been a lot more open with her and comfortable about yourself." I semi laughed. "She's right, there is no way I would have asked or admitted to her some of the things I said since Tuesday if Leigh Anne had not kicked something open in here." I tapped my head. "I think you probably would have sooner or later, because one of the customers in Marcia's shop would have eventually triggered the same thing Leigh Anne did." "This time yesterday I'd not have believed you, but now I do." I chuckled. "Now I'm assuming you want to carry on with Leigh Anne as much as she does with you?" I nodded. "I do." "Good, but I must insist that if you are to carry on a full relationship with her until she leaves my household next year, you'll have to willing to abide by my rules pertaining to my sissy maids girlfriends, mostly that is being in the device like you're wearing so you can't stray and bring anything nasty into the house, but I don't think any of them will be an issue for you?" "Non at all Mistress," I said, "and if you require a tattoo Leigh Anne wants it my shoulder." Mistress Rebecca laughed. "Does she now? Well to set your mind at rest I don't, the tattoo is just for my personal sissy maids, but if you want to have one for Leigh Anne, I'm sure we could come up with a suitably original and feminine design." "Leigh Anne would like that," I said with a half-smile. She looked at me and then hesitantly asked, "You mentioned your family estate owns the building where your flat is?" "Yes, the family own rather a lot property." "Domestic or commercial?" "Both," I said, "but I'll never technically own the estate as an entity and neither do I want to because as I said it's managed by a board of trustees, which I gain a seat on when I'm 21 and I'll be able to bring candidates up for election to the board once I'm twenty-five." "Sounds impressive?" "I guess it is, the estate owns property all over the county, it's mostly park and farmland round the family house but we also have a fairly extensive portfolio commercial buildings, and domestic properties, mostly centred around here, and over in Bedfordshire by the old clay pits and brickworks, actually not that far from where Leigh and I grew up. My Aunt Marcia's shop and flat belong to the estate, but she in effect owns them as my grandfather charged her a penny a year for a 100 year lease, to thank her for being there for my mum when she was dying. He wanted to give her the freehold but she choose the 100 year lease option because that way it remained technically an estate property and she did not have any maintenance costs to worry about." Realising I had just told her a lot about my finances I asked, "Why do you ask?" "A lot of girls I employ in my businesses and in the wider community struggle to find safe secure accommodation. I've been looking for a landlord I can work with who accepts transgendered tenants and understands their problems. Not only would it be good for my business but also it would be great benefit to the community as a whole." Rebecca said. "I don't control the estate's policy just yet, but I can pull strings, and I do have final say in who'll be living in the other four flats in my building, and may be in the next year or so as they come on-line the neighbouring properties." "Where's that?" "We still own three of the big Edwardian town houses on Hartwell Close just off River Street," I shrugged. "That whole area was all family land until my great, great-grandfather and great-grandfather saw an opportunity to develop it starting in 1860's or 70's after realising that the Railway to London meant at they could cash in on the wealthy classes who were looking for places to live away from the smog and grime but still work in the city." "So you're a Hartwell eh?" she said looking at me surprised. "Leigh Anne told me you came from a well to do family but I did not know it was quite that far up the scale." "Yes," I chuckled. "I'm one of those Hartwell's, a second or third cousin has the title, but I'm descended from one Lord Harwell's ancestors second son's who went into the bricks and beer businesses in the 1790's, and never looked back." "Your house?" "Oh yes! Well I'm in the Coach House and half of the lower floor, but the other four flats are all currently empty. The whole place just been refurbished and modernised. Since I'm an owner not a renter I was able to move in while the work was on going, but the rest are still empty because the council building inspectors are late with the paperwork passing them as certified rental proprieties so we can't advertise them yet." "Would you be willing?" "To rent them to your girls?" I said before she finished. "Yes, let me know what they can afford, and so long as it covers the costs plus a small return on the investment we can sort something out. Give them my number, or tell them to pop into the shop and if I like them when I give them the tuppence tour, I'll offer them a secured tenancy that so long as their rent is up to date contains a renewal guarantee." "That would be very helpful Angie very helpful indeed. What are they?" "I've three two bedroom flats and a single bedroom across the hall from me, and although it's in a nice safe part of the town the buildings got a security system. I had to agree to be the property agent cum manager, otherwise the board would not give me the authority negotiate rental costs and tenants, which I wanted to make sure my neighbours were people I liked rather than how much they could afford." "That's very good of you, I'll put the word out at work and get back to you." She rang her bell and a minute later Leigh Anne appeared and said with a curtsey, "Yes Mistress?" "Two more gin and tonics please sweetie." Mistress Rebecca said watching her swish away before asking me. "So tell me did you have fun with her last night? Marcia told me she thought you were a virgin when Leigh Anne dragged you to her bedroom?" "I was, and I did," I admitted. "Last night was first ever sexual experience." She chuckled. "Well, well that's the first time one of my maids has ever popped their girlfriends cherry to my knowledge, and if you do accept my rules I see no reason why you should not carry on as her girlfriend." "I'd like that," I said blushing remembering the sensation of being taken by Leigh Anne. "I bet you would, because it was very clear from what I saw and heard last night and this morning, that she is sexually the top in your relationship." Mistress chuckled. "I'll warn you now though that my little sissy has said to me more than once that she does not think she'll want to replace her penis with a pussy like Cathy did." She smirked and added, "I think Leigh Anne's got enough natural self- confidence that the gender juxtaposition of being a chick with a dick is actually appealing to her, and after your screams of pleasure both times she fucked you silly last night I don't think her being like that would be a problem for you either." I went very red and reached for my empty glass. "Hell the way you were moaning when she fucking you and threatening to keeping you locked so you never discover what its like to make love as a male, makes me think you'd prefer her that way sweetie." I blushed even brighter as she gave me a knowing smile and continued. "And she wasn't joking about that by the way, she really will make sure you never experience sex as male, and if you two did settle into a permanent relationship sweetheart, I know for sure that you'll be the one going into hospital for the velvet purse!" A sultry giggled. "Damn right she will," announced Leigh Anne's return with the fresh drinks, before she said in her normal submissive tone as she bobbed at her knees, "Your drinks Mistress." As she served our drinks, she bossily said to me, "Have you told my mistress that you want her to fit you with a custom sized chastity yet Angie?" I giggled. "Nope, not yet?" She pulled a face and I felt sure she would have said something else except Mistress said sharply, "That will be all Leigh Anne." Once she had gone Mistress turned to me and said, "Was she that bossy with you when you were kids?" "Yes, sort of." I laughed looking at her skirts swishing as she walked back into the house. "Leigh, was the confident gregarious one who came over as bossy, but in reality she'd never suggested anything if I did not think it was a good idea first." "I suspected as much, and she had a good question, do you want me to order you one of my security cages for your pretty little clitty?" She smiled and added, "It is a requirement if you want to carry on seeing Leigh Anne as a partner?" "Yes please," I said blushing a little. "Good girl!" She smiled. "I'm very happy to hear that." "So tell me what are these rules ?" I asked. "There are only five Angela," she answered. "Number one is that you are transgendered and willing to dress within female gender norms when ever you're with my sissy-maid, even if you're not on RLT. Two, except in exceptional circumstances my maid is not permitted to have any interactions with you when you are in male role prior to you starting any RLT. Three, when you are here or in my presence you will be treated in accordance with the status of a sissy maid even if I do not expect you do not act as a maid. Four, that you wear one of my high security fitted chastity devices when ever you are not in my presence, and its removal for anything other than hygienic purposes during your relationship with my maid is entirely at my discretion. And finally number five, that you sign legal document that says you accept my rules, and a non disclosure agreement, saying that you'll never to discuss with anyone what you see or do here without my written permission, however in your case I would indicate that I am aware that Marcia is excluded, since already knows the kind of games I like to play with my sissy maids." "I think I can agree to abide by them Mistress," I said. "Excellent, I'll order you chastity when I get into work in the morning, and give you call or drop you a message you tomorrow evening to arrange a time to meet my solicitors on the high street Tuesday or Wednesday lunch time so he can witness you signing the agreement." I nodded. "Okay." "So long as we have all the right size parts in stock I should have your clitty cage by Wednesday, so if its agreeable with you I'll pick you and Leigh Anne up that evening at six pm, bring you home, fit your chastity, and indulge in having two sissy maids waiting me for an evening." "Sound fun," I said with a giggle. "I was rather tempted when Leigh Anne offered me a uniform this morning." Mistress Rebecca laughed. "Why am I not surprised to hear that? Anyway since I'm at a conference next weekend I'll drop you off at home early enough next morning to have a look at the flats for my company girls and make sure I can let my maid spend a weekend with you at your flat. After that I think we can just play it by ear." "Sounds good to me Mistress," I said with a pleased smile. She chuckled and said, "You know I really should be upset with you Angela, because with you and Leigh Anne becoming involved so early in her development, I'm going to have to find myself a new sissy pet to play with." I looked at her confused. "I have a rule if my sissy maid finds a potential long-term partner outside my household," she said with a strange smile. "I refuse to play with them in the bedroom. I want to my girls to find a settled relationships, because I know how hard it is for many transgender girls to find such a person. I enjoy playing with them but I'm not going to risk their futures for my personal gratification, especially when I know there will always be another willing candidate in the wings." Our conversation moved onto more general issues regarding living as a female, and Mistress Rebecca was very easy to talk to, I could tell she was psychologically probing me again but I did not comment about it and answered her questions honestly. I don't know how long we had been talking about the practicalities of living a gender transitional lifestyle but she was telling me that I would be treated very differently in comparison to my old life when she suddenly went white, as Aunt Marcia said from the open French window. "My god you look like your mother Bobbie!" I looked up and saw her looking at me with a very strange almost lost look on her face, and then she broke into a big smile as she walked in to the sunshine saying. "And am I going to be employing Angela from now on? Because I gather from what I've just heard, and seeing your new look, that Leigh Anne got her wicked way and more with you last night?" "Not completely Aunt Marcia," I chuckled standing. "But I think this version of me is going to be around for a few weeks at least, and we're still discussing what happens after that," I blushed. "And yes, Leigh Anne did have her wicked way with me last night." Leigh Anne snickered, and muttered, "Didn't I just?" Before saying more clearly. "Can I get you ladies anything?" "Coffee for three I think dear," Mistress Rebecca said waving her away watching Aunt Marcia's reaction to me. It was obvious that she was still worried about her being upset about my radical change of appearance. "Wow! When I saw you just then I was shocked speechless for a moment by how much you looked like your mum!" Aunt Marcia said giving still looking at me with a look of amazement on her face. "I'm taking that a real complement," I said giving her a hug, as she said hugging me back. "You look great but turn round and step back so I can get a proper look at you?" She smiled as I posed in front of her feeling rather delighted about everything asking, "Like it?" "Yes!" She laughed. "I always suspected there was a girl somewhere inside you trying to come out Bobbie, and my has she bloomed in the last 24 hours!" She pointed her thumb at Leigh Anne's retreating back and continued. "That one has already apologised, admittedly rather insincerely for the lip-stain, and bonded boobs that triggered this transformation, but I can't be upset with her over it because I think she deserves a medal for finally making you see this side of you!" "I doubt Mistress Rebecca felt like giving her a medal this morning." I giggled, giving her another hug. "She was furious about her staining my lips." Rebecca laughed and said, "I was worried about what you would say Marcie, and still am to be honest, even though Angela said you probably would not mind?" "I not upset if that's what you're worried about. I'm surprised at how radical you've gone, but it's clear 'she' likes it and I've got to say 'she' looks brilliant," Aunt Marcia said giving me another long quizzical look before, chuckling. "I assume you know your dads probably going to disown you when he finds out about this?" "I don't care," I said with a grin. "I like how I look, and it not like I've ever been important enough to him, that he's actually bothered to fly from the States to see me since he sent me back as an emotionally broken 12-year-old, is it?" "No collar, I see?" Marcia said with a pleased smile. I shook my head and said with a smile, "Nope," as I sat back down automatically sweeping my short skirt flat as I slipped back into my seat and crossed my legs. "As much as Leigh Anne would like it, I don't think there will be a collar from me in Angela's future," Mistress Rebecca said. "I can see her occasionally getting a kick out playing the domestic sissy-maid while she's here, but I think I know her well enough now to say that my domestic sissy servitude program would not suit her. After all it's not like she needs to enter my service to afford my gender program if she transitions, but if she does transition I would like my clinic to oversee it professionally, in part because the NHS system takes forever but also with your nieces potential Marcia, I have issues with the quality of end product." "Good, I think we can agree to that," Marcia said. I got the feeling that there was another conversation going on between them under the surface but before I could think about it my phone tinged with a response from Amy. It consisted of selfie photograph her and girlfriend blowing me kisses and the message. "Girl, you look great! We're at soccer just now. I'll call when I get home, 5pm ish my time to Skype so don't have an early night, sexy girl!" "I think she's pleased," I said showing them the photograph. "Nice looking couple," Aunt Marcia said. "Which one is Amy?" "The one with the stereotypical American I'm a lesbian so fuck you, short back and sides wearing a football kit," I said with a laugh. "So the femme looking one is her girlfriend?" "Yes, that Chrissie." As Leigh Anne returned with the coffee tray, Aunt Marcia was still chuckling as she looked at the photographs I sent, before saying with her eyes alight with an idea to Rebecca, "Can I take Leigh Anne, away from her maid duties for a half hour or so?" Mistress nodded looking at her curiously as she bounced to her feet, grabbed Leigh Anne's hand and dashed into the house with her. They were back a couple of minutes later and Leigh Anne was wearing a similar outfit to mine, but with black crop top, a slightly longer skirt and high heel boots, with her hair pulled up into a high 'domme' pony tail. Grinning, Aunt Marcia said picking up my phone, "Right girls, let me see a matching pair of kiss blowing smiles back to Angie's friend, and perhaps a couple of you looking loved up with each other, oh and a final one of Angela sat on Leigh Anne's knee kissing her cheek but don't you dare muss up your make up." "She can't." Mistress said, "I used my companies range stay fast products for her make over. Unless she uses makeup remover that my sissy better have packed for her she'll be good until the morning no matter how hard they kiss." Snapping away with my phone Aunt Marcia took a half-dozen photos of Leigh Anne and I and sent them to Amy, with the text, "Snap! This is Leigh Anne my girlfriend who used to be my best friend when we were both boys, love Ax!" "There," she said handing me my phone back. "That should break the ice when she phones you later." Chatting to them about Amy and Chrissie, I could tell Aunt Marcia wanted to talk to Mistress Rebecca alone, and said as I finished my coffee. "I'll take the coffee tray back as I need the loo, do you want another one?" "We'd best not love," Aunt Marcia said. "We need to be off in the next half hour or the chicken will over cook in the slow cooker." "Okay, I'll go have few minutes with Leigh Anne, if that's alright Mistress?" "Sure honey," she said, giving me a wink recognising that I had picked up on Marcia wanting a private chatter about me. "Hey," I said walking into the kitchen. Leigh Anne spun round and said, "I thought she'd never let you go," as she bounced over and gave me a kiss. "Aunt Marcia wanted a private word, so I made myself scarce," I said seeing something in her eyes and asked, "What?" "You're not taking a collar are you?" she said with a miserable look in her eyes. "Nope, but no need to look like that, she's going to let us be girlfriends and carry on together." I giggled. "I enjoyed last night far too much not to want to let you have your way with me again and again." Her eyes lit up as I added, "So I've agreed to accept Mistress rules about being her maids transgendered girlfriend. I'm going to sign the papers agreeing to the non disclosure and living as openly until I decide if I'm going to transition." Her hand flew under my skirt, and gave me a grope. Finding the chastity still secured over my cock as she let out a huge sigh of relief and said, "I was so scared that after you got over the shock of your makeover, and catching a little of what Marcia said to Mistress about your lack of a collar I felt sure that you were going to go back to being a boy next week!" "Angie will be around for a while Leigh, I can't say for how long but certainly for long enough to decide if I'm going to start transitioning." I shrugged. "Mistress gave me an impromptu head shrinking session and she told me a few things about myself that I need to untangle." "Such as?" "The resentment feel towards my father about moving me to the US and why I can't forgive him for it, and how that plays into my feelings about him starting a new family and what I feel about having a pair of half brothers. Although Mistress did not think my interest in transitioning was down to my desire to get back at him in some way, it does figure into my reasoning, and I want to think that out before I make any decisions about going any further than this experimental period." She nodded. "I can understand that it took me a decade of cross dressing, and three months of full-time living to make up my mind about transitioning." She grinned and prodded me in my false boob. "But you will!" When we were driving back to town a little while later, Aunt Marcia told me. "Although I suspected you might be transgendered, I'm not going to lie the idea that you might actually transition did leave me feeling more than a bit apprehensive about you doing it because it's a hard road. Now however having seen you, I've changed my mind and I'm really pleased you're trying this love, I don't think I've seen you this relaxed and happy since well before your mother really got ill." "What do you mean?" "Well I knew you very well as a child, and over the last month or two, I've got to know you almost as well again, and I always felt that you were a boy who never quite knew who you were meant to be." I nodded. "It's why said to your mum that I thought you might have been gay. I did not know Rebecca at that time past her being one of the many sexually confused teenage girls who frequented my shop, but I think if I'd known someone from her professional background I'd have suspected like I did after you came back into my life that were more likely to be transgendered." "Why didn't you say anything to me?" "I did not want to influence you," she said watching the road. "I had an inkling that with how psychologically similar you were to Leigh Anne when you were kids that you might be the same. Although you hid it differently, you were as alike as two peas in a pod about who you were supposed to be. I felt sure when you realised who she used to be you'd find yourself asking yourself the same questions I had about you, so I bided my time and did not mention my suspicions until after you asked me if she was Lee." "You know Rebecca was really worried that you would be furious because she went to far with my transformation, even though I gave her carte blanch to do what she wanted." I giggled. She was concentrating on driving and after a pause said, "I know, she said she crapped herself when she my expression after I saw you this afternoon from her French windows. She thought I was annoyed, but the look on my face had nothing to do with seeing you inescapably looking like a girl for a few weeks. I was just absolutely blown away by how much you resembled your mother at the same age, I always knew that you took after her in looks but seeing you in the flesh presenting as female really brought it home. Then there was how relaxed and at ease with yourself you looked." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You had lost that self-contained defensiveness, you developed at boarding school. It was the first time since you came back into my life that you seemed truly comfortable with yourself." She gave my leg a squeeze and said, "Look I know you have not made up your mind how far you'll take this, but I'm not opening the shop tomorrow, you can put a note in the window when get back before we have dinner." "Why?" She giggled. "I need to take my niece out for some serious girl shopping so bring you purse, because I very much doubt you'll be going back to looking like Bobbie, and I have a strong feeling that after a week or two of living as Angie, she'll be here to stay." "Oh!" I blushed. We sat silently for a few minutes as she drove back towards town before news item on the radio abut private education made her comment. "Did you know your father was against the idea of you being privately educated, and wanted you mix with normal kids?" "Yes, I knew," I said not hiding the bitterness I felt about it. "I've read grandad William's diary account about the big bust up they had after mum died and my father decided to ignore mums wishes about me following in the Hartwell family tradition of going to Harrow, and take me to the US with him." "Well look it this way love, his bloody minded stubbornness did have one positive benefit because if he had not insisted that you attend the local primary so you had some contact with 'real' people before you went to Harrow, you never would never have met Leigh Anne." "I never looked at that way," I said. "No I did not think you would," she said. "I really missed Leigh Anne when I moved to the States," I said in a musing tone, thinking back to those first months in Texas. "Perhaps more than anything else from home losing that close contact with her, its odd how in my mind I see her as Leigh Anne in my mind now not Lee, was what I missed the most." "Well you were always so close so it's not surprising love, and that comment about how you see her in your mind is why I think a settled relationship now you've re-established your friendship will do you both the power of good, because you've been lonely for a long time." She giggled and squeezed my knee affectionately. "You know even when you were a pair of eight-year olds I always suspected that one day you'd end up as lovers, because you completed each other. You gave her the confidence to believe that she could be more than the class clown, and she drew you out of your shy bookish nerd shell, and you gave each other a close trusting bond, probably because deep down you sensed in each other that you shared the same confusions about your identity." "It's weird Aunt Marcia, I know she was Lee, and yet it's like she's always been Leigh Anne," I said. "You really don't mind that we're involved, I know it's not exactly conventional?" "Stupid question love," she laughed. "I'm a lesbian who came out in the early 80's, when has my love life ever been conventional? Yes your budding affair with Leigh Anne is unusual, but not that unusual because if you do transition there are a lot of other trans-girls who spend their lives a girl like themselves. I know one thing, even if I did not like and approve of Leigh Anne, I would still feel much happier about you being a relationship with a girl like her, than if you were looking for a partner in the wider world, especially now because there are a lot of men out there who prey on girls like you are becoming." "So Rebecca said," I told her. "And it's a relief knowing that you approve of us." "You were destined to be together Angie, as kids you were inseparable and after you left for the States I doubt either of you formed another close childhood friendship, so yes I more than approve." "And I'm also very pleased that you did not take Rebecca's collar, or agree to move in with her. Don't get me wrong I like the girl but that domestically shaped lifestyle is not for you sweetheart, you've deserve better than becoming the sort of submissive hyper feminine personality that many of her project girls develop into." She chuckled. "That's not to say you won't enjoy being the girlfriend of her maid, because I'm sure she will open your eyes and you'll have a lot of fun with her through Leigh Anne, and professionally you could not be in better hands because she will make sure your transition leads to you becoming a smashing girl." "So you think I should transition?" I said. "In the long run and having now having seen you as Angela yes, I think you'd be happier, but it not a decision you should make on the spur of the moment. Try living as a girl for a month or two and have a few session with which ever of her gender psychologists that Rebecca recommends and then see how you feel." "That's what I'm going to do, but she gave me a couple of casual shirking sessions, after she made me over," I told her. "I know I asked her to, and it's what I wanted to ask her about. She was very surprised that you caught her in the act." Aunt Marcia chuckled. "And did she tell you what she told me?" "About your dysphoria, yes," she said, driving over the river bridge and turning towards her home above the shop. "And a few other things, most of which I already knew or at least suspected." "My father," I said. "Yes dear, he was one of the things we spoke about, and you're going to have to face him about this." "I know, but it will be on my terms not his," I said determinedly. "Because after speaking to Rebecca I really want to read the file I've made a FOI request for and find out what all the shrinks, therapists and councillors said about me to him when I was younger." "Well I'll be there to pick up the pieces afterwards, because I think that conversation is going to be an emotional one for you. There is a dam around your feelings about your father, and losing your mother come to that, which both Becky and I think you need to break." "Are you going to tell me what that look you gave Rebecca was about, when she said a collar was not in my future, and the sub-verbal conversation you had when transition was mentioned?" She chuckled. "I warned her off adding you to her sissy stable last night dear after Leigh Anne took you to bed. If you're going to transition I wanted to make sure you do it where I can see you and make sure you grow up into a modern self-reliant woman." "Oh!" I laughed. "Well I told her that well before this." I waved at myself. "Was on the cards, much to Leigh Anne's disappointment, when she jokingly offered it before you arrived at her house last night. I said thank you but I'd much rather remain working in the bookshop." "I hoped you would, but Rebecca can be very persuasive when she sees a potential girl she likes and sometimes she takes things a little to far, which is probably why she was worried about my reaction to seeing your rather dramatic transformation." "That won't happen to Leigh Anne will it? I don't like the idea of her turning into some submissive hyper feminine girl with Rebecca?" I asked alarmed by her earlier comment. "Leigh Anne, that girl no!" she said with a snort. "She has always had a level of self-confidence in herself that you lack for all your veneer of public school confidence disguises it. She'll not to lose herself and become one of the hyper feminine clones Rebecca's maids often turn into, especially now she has you to bolster her individuality. I'm sure you'll enjoy being and playing the maid with Rebecca occasionally, but I'd not like to see you completely in her clutches, and yes I do know about her rules and that you have agreed to abide by them." She laughed as she pulled up behind the shop. "If you think back a week I told that you'd have to play by her rules to have a relationship with Leigh Anne. Anyway I know there will be aspects of the submissive lifestyle that appeal to a side of you and I'm sure you'll explore them with Leigh Anne rather than Becky." She patted my knee telling me. "Hop out and open the gate love." We had a long and very interesting evening discussing how I felt about myself as Angela, and where my life was going. It was clear that thing's between us were going to be different now I was living as Angela, because when I said, I'd better think about getting home, and Aunt Marcia told me a firm tone. "You're staying over. Now you're a girl, I don't want you even thinking about walking home, its much to dangerous to be on the streets looking like you do alone this time of night." She took the sting out of her words adding, "Anyway you'll need my help to get ready to go shopping in the morning, doing your makeup for the high street is very different to how you wear it on stage." Amy called at just after eleven thirty, and borrowing Aunt Marcia laptop we linked on Skype. "Girl! Y'all look hot!" She laughed as soon as the video link resolved. "Hell honey, I could fancy you and I know what's in your panties!" I giggled, and said, "Hello Amy, and you can't even if you wanted to, I'm spoken for." She grinned, and said, "I always knew one day you'd come to the right side of life babes, you were always too good to be a boy!" "Why does everyone say that," I said giggling. "Because its true," Aunt Marcia said. "Who's that hun?" Amy asked hearing her voice. "My Aunt," I said. "The infamous lesbian aunt?" she asked her eyes alight with curiosity. "I would not say I was infamous," Aunt Marcia said walking in view of the laptops camera behind me and slipping her arm over my shoulder looked at the screen adding, "But that one yes, and hello Amy I assume, I'm Marcia?" "I've heard so much about you," Amy squealed. "And I dreamed about having an auntie like you as an example when I came out. Robbie told me all about you taking him to h... Ops!" She laughed. "Preferred name and pronouns, sorry Angie, when Angela told me all about how you took her to her first Pride." The chatted for a minute or two and then Aunt Marcia said, "I'm going to bed Angela, don't be up talking all night love, we have a big days shopping ahead tomorrow." "Good night Auntie Marcia," Amy called, as she left and then asked me. "So come on babe, tell me how you turned from the dark side, and I want to hear all about this trans girlfriend of yours." She giggled. "I'm so happy you've come out as a trans lesbian, have you scored a home run yet?" "Erm." I blushed and Amy squealed reading my face. "No!" Calling excitedly to her girlfriend, "Chrissie! Angie let her girlfriend score a home run!" "Never!" Chrissie said appearing on my screen. "I'd love to seen that, there's something so hot about two cute lesbian trannies getting it on together!" We had a very silly and very uninhibited conversation, before Amy said, "Your pop's is blow a gasket when he finds out about this honey!" "That's his problem," I said, "If he does not approve that I'm now his daughter, and in a lesbian relationship with another transgendered girl that's his problem not mine." "Hey that's my line, I said that when I came out to my pop," Amy said. I laughed, and asked about Vegas? "You going to bring your girlfriend?" Chrissie asked. "If she can get the time off work," I said. "Yes." "That will be so cool!"Amy giggled. "You've got to let me do you up as Eddie and Patsy for the costume ball, you do a brilliant Joanna impersonation!" I turned Amy onto Absolutely Fabulous when I gave her the DVD box set for Christmas during our sham romance. In the end it was almost one before I fell into bed in the room I shared with my mother when we stayed, and next morning started far to soon. Aunt Marcia and I did not do quiet as good as a job as Leigh Anne and Rebecca on my makeup, but I still looked pretty amazing in my eyes when we left her flat before eight for the ninety minute drive into central London. "Here," she said handing me a rainbow necklace as we got in the car. "I found that in my draw this morning and thought you'd like to wear it, it's the one I had on when I took you to Pride." "Oh wow thank you," I said giving her a kiss on the cheek as I slipped it round my neck and fastened it. Aunt Marcia was like a shopping machine and spent the day filling her car with more clothes, accessories, makeup, shoes, boots, and everything else a late teenage girl of means would own. Although most of what I got was essentials, and things suitable for the shop, she did not miss getting me some nicer things to 'wear out' and the beginnings of professional wardrobe. "You'll need a nice skirt suit and blouse, and matching heels, dear because there are times when a professional look is an unfortunate necessity," she said leading me into Harvey Nichols. As we shopped I took more selfies of myself that I had in the rest of my life and I bombarded Amy with them. My bank account had taken a hammering by the time we got back to my flat late in the afternoon, and my typically small male wardrobe was quickly relegated to a couple of boxes thrown in the fitted wardrobe of empty main bedroom, and my current bedrooms wardrobes and dresser were quickly filled as we unpacked, dresses, skirts, underwear, shoes make up, hair brushes and everything else I might need, and by the time we had put it all away my choice of clothing had expanded at least ten fold. "There," Aunt Marcia said, once everything was away or organised on my dresser. "That will do for a start." "Start?" I laughed. "I've just bought more clothes than I've ever owned before!" "And we've just scratched the surface." She chuckled. "That was just a basic wardrobe, and we'll have to do it all over again for the winter. You need to find a nice dressing table with a good makeup mirror for in here." She pursed her lips and looked round at my Spartan bedroom. "Take Saturday off and go shopping for some nice feminine bedroom furniture, bed linen and matching curtains, and have a browse around thinking about what would make the rest of your flat look a place like a girl of your means would want to live." "Getting carried away Aunt Marcia?" I giggled teasingly. "Didn't we say I was giving it a few weeks?" "I doubt it," she said without any hesitation. "After today I'm 100 percent sure that clothing we've stuffed in the master wardrobe, won't come out that box again until its gets to Oxfam, and I'm going to be handing my shop onto my niece or more likely her partner when Sam and I decide to retire and spend our days as ladies of leisure." I laughed but did not contradict her. "Lets have something to eat?" she said. "What have you got in?" We made a couple of quick salads with some cold ham I had in the fridge and had a long talk about my future, before she with a strange smile. "I've got something else for you in the car." She came back a minute or so later with a small box that she put in the boot before we left but before she gave it to me she said, "There's a letter in there for you from your mum, and her jewellery box along with that teddy you kept at my shop and two photographs of mine I got framed for you to have. She gave the letter and box to me just before she died, and told me to give you them when I felt you were mature enough to have them." I looked at her in shock as she passed it to me telling me. "Your mum wanted you to have her box and favourite items of jewellery for when you found a nice girl, since you are that girl, I think it's the right time to give them to you." Reverently I opened the box and inside was my mother jewellery box, along with a teddy bear in a tutu I kept at Aunt Marcia's house for when I stayed as a little child, and the two framed photographs. The first was of me and my mother on a day out in London with Aunt Marcia and the second was a copy of the one Marcia had of the two of us at Pride. My hands were trembling as I opened the letter. It was written by a very shaky hand, and was dated just a two weeks before my mum died, which told me she must have written it not long after she went into hospital for the last time. "My darling Bobbie. By the time you are reading this I'll have died many years ago, and will be just someone in old photographs and distant memory. I want you to know that I love you and it is because of you that god has given me the strength to fight this illness years longer than the doctors ever gave me any right to expect. I don't want to leave you now, but the doctors have told me that I will not see this summer or leave this hospital, and I so wanted live long enough to see settled at Harrow, where the your new housemates and the school around you will cushion the blow of my passing but unless a miracle happens that's not going to happen my darling. When I am gone your father's grief will make him do many things that you will not understand, and if his response to my parting seemed callous or hurtful to you, I ask that you find it in yourself to forgive him. Your father is a good and kind man but he struggles with his feelings and hides them behind his stoical Salford can do visage. I know your father and he's going to run away from his feelings, and the memory of pain that is even now cutting his heart knowing that his time with me running out. Although I pray my in the wake of my passing grief does not make your father do anything foolish that hurts you, but if he has, I hope that now you're old enough to understand how grief can cause someone to make terrible mistakes I ask you again to forgive him for loving me as much as he does. I wish I was strong enough to write more and tell you everything you'll need to know in your life ahead my darling, but alas I cannot. I'm giving this letter to Auntie Marcia with my jewellery box, to give to you when she thinks your old enough to understand what I am asking you. With all my love, Mum x." Tears filled my eyes as I read the opening line. Seeing her hand writing for the first time in so long hit me like a hammer, and as I read her words I could almost hear her voice speaking to me from the past. Then it was like something in me snapped, and I burst in to rivers of tears. "Finally." Aunt Marcia said pulling me into a hug. "That's it love, let it out don't afraid of letting go, there is nothing wrong with showing your emotions!" Seeing her handwriting, hearing words and touching her jewellery box again after all these years, shattered the walls I had built around my grief over loosing her and almost a decade of frustrated emotion spilled out of me. It was a very cathartic wave of emotion. For years I had stifled the pain of losing my mother because my father expected it of me. After my mother died his pain made him ruthlessly put her loss behind him by disposing of her possessions, in his grief he wanted nothing to remind him of what we lost. After my fathers elimination of her physical traces except for old photographs, and a few treasured items from her childhood that my grandfather had kept, the only thing of my mothers that I owned and recalled her having when I was a child was her carefully typed and organised recipe book. I bawled my eyes out and clung to aunt Marcia like a limpet for a good thirty minutes before I slowly regained my emotional control, and let her go. Giving an understanding look Aunt Marcia said in a kind no- nonsense tone. "Don't cry in public dear your makeup runs and you get panda eyes." Before chuckling as she handed me a tissue. "Feel better for that?" I nodded. "You've been on the edge of tears a few times lately when talking about your mother darling, both I and Rebecca noticed it, and I'm pretty sure that is the first real cry you've had about loosing her since it happened?" I nodded. My father hated displays of emotion. "I thought so," she said, reverting to type adding, "What you need now is a good cup of tea dear, so and wash your face and clean your ears, and after you've calmed down I'll think about I heading home myself." It was around ten pm and we had been chatting about how I felt after my emotional outburst for a while as I thought about my mums words. Knowing that it was Labour Day in the States and there was a good likelihood that he'd be home, the whole time we had been chatting about my mum I had been looking at my phone, and I realised I could not put it off. Aunt Marcia just looked at me and said, "You sure?" I nodded, putting the phone on speaker as I pressed his number button, and put it on the table saying a minute or so later when Charlotte answered. "Hi Charlotte its Rob can I speak to my father please." Even after barely thirty hours it seemed strange to call myself Rob I mused as I heard her call, "Chuck, Robert's on the phone honey." "Yes Robert what is it." he said abruptly. "I'm busy!" "Shut up dad and listen," I said equally abruptly. "Aunt Marcia gave it me this evening," and read him the letter finishing with. "I'm phoning to tell you I understand and that I do forgive you, for the pain and distress you caused me." I was shocked to hear his voice trembling with emotion for a moment, and then he said, "Thank you is that it?" I took a breath and said, "No, I've got something else to say and you're not going to like hearing this but it true, I'm transgendered and I'm living as a girl. I know you won't approve of this or understand why I have to do it but I'm not transgendered to spite or hurt you, but because it's who I am, and I think all those shrinks you sent me to, told you this when." The line went dead on me. I looked at Aunt Marcia and shrugged it off saying. "I tried, and he knows now, so the balls in his court," before bursting into tears again. Considering how emotional the evening had been when I went to bed in a new nightdress. I went straight to sleep, and for the first time in years my dreams were full of my mother. I was still feeling rather emotional the following morning, and all of a sudden facing the world as Angela was a daunting proposition. I had to be up early enough to fix myself and my face for a day in the shop. From acting in school plays at school I had a rudimentary knowledge of make up application, and with the book on cosmetics Aunt Marcia had got for me when we were shopping I managed after a couple of false starts to make an acceptable job of it. Wearing the kind of long cotton skirt aunt Marcia favoured, a loose wide necked long-sleeved tee-shirt top, my rainbow necklace and a fashionable denim jacket, with a pair of wedge heels I picked up my handbag and with my heart thumping in my chest went to face the real world for the first time on my own as Angela. It was a ten minute walk to work and although the first step through the door was frightening experience there was also something thrilling about knowing the girl reflected in the houses windows I passed was me. The next and probably the most scary part of my walk to work was a stop at the Starbucks I passed every morning for a small take away Latte. It had taken me that long to get ready I had not reached my usual morning intake of caffeine, and this morning I needed it. With my heart in my mouth I joined the queue and like everyone does I checked my phone while I was waiting to be served. I did not expect a response from my father and was not in least surprised to find he had not called. There was however a message from Rebecca. "Hunter and Parsons, 12.30 today, text me if you can't make it. R." Getting served was a little of bit of an anti climax because the girl behind the counter just said, "Yes please," and asked my name after I had ordered my coffee. A minute or two a lad a few years older than me called. "Small latte for Angela," and passed me my coffee with a smile and the kind of look I recognised. He was checking me out! That was equally chilling and thrilling, but it really brought home what Rebecca and Marcia had said about being treated differently. "How you feeling this morning?" Aunt Marcia said handing me a mug of tea as I let myself into the shop. "Surprisingly well," I said, "he did not call back." She laughed. "No he phoned me, and went off on one about how I turned 'his' son into a limp wrist faggot in a dress. He was incandescent with rage and told me to tell you're never to darken his door again." "I sort of expected that." I semi laughed. "But the main thing is its out in the open and he knows about Angela, and if or when he calms down he can call me, but he's going to have to make the first move." "Did you mean it when you said you forgive him?" "Yeah." I nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I still think what he did was wrong, but at least now I know why he ruined my childhood, and I don't feel quite as resentful about him being able to so easily rebuild his life in Texas." "Good." She smiled. When I met Rebecca at lunchtime and signed her papers she laughed, and said as we walked out. "You look like a lesbian dear, I can see Marcia's influence in your style, did she pick that outfit?" "No I did this morning, but she did take me shopping yesterday and suggested things that would be suitable for the shop." I waved at myself. "But this is all my own work, where did I go wrong?" "You didn't," she said. "Oh I can pick faults, for one thing you really need to book a few makeup lessons and perhaps a little gender appearance retraining to round out your body language, but dress wise for Marcia's shop you look ridiculous appropriate. Although I would suggest you show a little more leg in the future, when girls of your age have legs like yours, on a summer day like today they like to show them." "I'll think about that," I said as we walked down the high street. "How are you finding things?" "Good," I chuckled. "I told my father last night that I was trans, he put the phone down on me, and now he's blaming Aunt Marcia for making his son a fag." "How do you feel about that?" she asked. "Him knowing? Relieved, and amused at his reaction, Aunt Marcia said he'd take that attitude, and if he wants to make contact he can, the balls in his court now." I smiled. "I'm Angela and he either likes it or lumps it because this is me." "I actually meant finding things as Angela?" She chuckled. "Odd," I said, "people do react very differently, you warned me, but until you experience it you don't realise how differently." "Such as?" she asked. "Being checked out." I giggled. "Admittedly it's rather nice, but it is very strange after basically being ignored as Rob." "You're a good-looking girl Angela, and once you start to find your style and bloom a little you'll really attract attention," she said as we reached her car and asked, "Are we still on for tomorrow night?" "Yes tell Leigh Anne to come to the shop and we'll meet you together." "Good girl, because I'll have your chastity in the morning." Giving me a kiss on the cheek she hopped into her car and drove away. Other than the odd look of surprise off a few of the customers no one commented on my abrupt change in gender. Although one older transgendered woman who came in regularly did give me a surprised smile, and tell me as she paid for her book. "You look very pretty dear, congratulations." After she left Aunt Marcia said watching her walk away. "That could possibly be a problem for you Angela." "Why?" "Sarah is Mike Godfrey's partner and isn't he still the solicitor Hartwell estate?" "Yes," I said adding, "Oh?" "She's bound to tell him, and Mike will feel duty bound to inform the trustees before your meeting with them Friday." "Is that such a bad thing?" I said pulling my face. "Especially now my father knows, because you can be damned sure he'll have told what ever mole he has on the board." "Yes and no, it depends. If Angela is staying, then regardless of your father, once they have got over the shock of it, any transition it won't be much of an issue. Sure eyebrows will be raised but in today's world being transgendered is nothing like as controversial it was even a generation ago, but if you meet them as Angela one week and Robert the next then eyebrows will be raised and that could cause you problems in the future when you're on the board." She looked at me carefully and said watching my face. "Which means if you go to that meeting as Angela you're basically committing yourself to transitioning." "Like I said is that such a bad thing, and with telling my father like I did last night I might as well have told the board that I was transitioning, because he'll have been on the phone to who ever he's got telling him what's going on with the family estate saying I'm not fit to have a place on it or similar?" I said, "Anyway sod him, because since Sunday for the first time in my life, I like myself." "I had kind of noticed that. Well its your choice but please speak to Rebecca in her professional capacity before Friday, because for all I think Angela is your future if you go to the trustees on Friday looking like Miss Angela Elizabeth Hartwell-Johnson then as far as they'll be concerned you're transitioning." I thought long and hard about what Aunt Marcia said as the day continued, and a little later after no one else seemed to notice that Robert had been replaced I mentioned it to her she said, "People will give it a week or two before they comment, but I expect you'll get a few questions about transitioning come the weekend after next when you're here and the usual suspects start coming in." The usual suspects were the group of locals who used the shop as much as meeting place for the GLTB community as a bookshop. Although it was not good business, Aunt Marcia encouraged it and often let queer world groups use the small reading room off to the side of the counter for small meetings, because she liked her shop being a beacon of acceptance in the heart of her community. "You'll probably find that once the news get out in the wider community as a whole, people who have or think they have gender issues coming in to ask you about transitioning." Aunt Marcia chuckled. "It's how in the years following me opening the bookshop, I became a surrogate aunt to a whole generation of local young lesbians in the early nineteen ninety's, before same-sex relationships were widely accepted." Just before I the shop closed my phone rang, and it was 001 number which did not recognise but I knew was from the States I debated on answering as Aunt Marcia looked at me. I took a breath and pressed answer deciding on the spot to drop the Johnson from my name when I legally changed it, and said with a wink at Aunt Marcia, "Angela Hartwell." It was Charlotte. "Robert!" she said, clearly controlling her anger. "It's Angela these days," I said calmly. "What can I do for you Charlotte?" "If you're doing this to hurt your pa then you have succeeded, I've never seem him so upset and angry." "I'm not, but is nice to know he actually has feelings about me, because he's never shown them in the past," I said telling myself to keep calm. "Is he there?" "No, he's at the office and does not know I'm calling to try to talk some sense into you," she said, "I know you don't like me but I'm begging you please don't do this just to hurt him." I laughed. "Charlotte I'm not transitioning into Angela to hurt him, I'm doing it because it the right path for me. All my life I've felt wrong in my skin, and now I don't." "You really must hate him, to do this of all things!" she said with a hint of anger in her Texan drawl. "I don't hate him, although for a long time I thought he hated me for looking like my mum, and reminding him of her every day." That shut her up! "Look I'm not going to turn up on your doorstep or rub and either of your noses in his 'faggot' son, wasn't that how you described me after we met, to your circle of vain narcissistic friends Charlotte?" I heard her gasp. "Is in treatment to become a girl. So don't worry your god bothering neighbours will never find out that Charles Johnson has a transgendered child to be ashamed of, or that she in a gay relationship with another trans girl like herself." "Must you do this?" she said clearly rocked by my comment about knowing what she called me. "Yes Charlotte I must do this, I'm Angela now, not because of some desire to get back at my father for fucking up my childhood when he took me to your shithole of a country." I took a breath as usual she was rubbing me the wrong way, and forced myself to remain calm. "But because I need to do it to feel whole." I let out a light laugh. "The ironic thing is if he had actually listened to what the all the shrinks told him about my gender identity disorders when he was trying to get me to settle and got me the kind of treatment as a 13-year-old I'm getting today. He probably would have had a me as his daughter happily settled in Texas, instead of a daughter who hates that place more than you probably hate the queer community that your husband's daughter is a proud part of." She went silent again. "Look Charlotte, nothing either of you can say or do is going to change my mind, because I am doing this for myself," I said. "And I'm actually looking forwards to the day in the very near future when Robert officially ceases to exist and Angela legally takes over. Now if my father wants talk to me about why I am doing this with an open mind and willingness to listen to me for the first time in his life, then he knows where to find me, I'm not going anywhere." "Uh huh," she grunted. "Also tell him from me to leave Aunt Marcia alone she tried to talk me out transitioning and she is most definitely not to blame. No one turned me transgendered, it's just how I am. I suppose you could blame that god of yours, after all you think he made me? Now I very much doubt we'll ever meet again Charlotte, but just so you know, I don't dislike you. I can't dislike you because you gave my father the chance to be happy again, and I just wish you both would feel the same for me." She said, "Oh!" in a very strange tone. "Look we'll never be friends we believe in very different things and our personalities rub each up the wrong way, and I know to you think people like me in the queer community are the devil incarnate." I heard her inhale about to speak and shut her up saying, "I'm an atheist, I'm transgendered and in a homosexual relationship with another transgendered girl, which kind of puts me beyond the pale for people like you, but I still want you to know that I feel nothing but kindness towards you for you did for my father." "Thank you," she said in a sullen tone. "Right then I'm going to hang up now, and my father wants to talk calmly to me then I'm only a phone call away, but if he just going to rant on at me for being a fag or what ever he calls people like me, then tell him not to bother because this is who I am from now on and he can either like it or lump it." I debated for a split second and then added, "Give my little brothers a hug from their big sister, cheerio Charlotte and take care," and ended the call with a sigh of relief. "Well done," Aunt Marcia said, giving me a hug. It was a very surreal way to end my first day at work as Angela. Walking home it felt like it went like a flash, and the following day was equally busy. No sooner had I arrived at work and the first deliveries from the book fair Aunt Marcia attended arrived, and it seemed that every time I sorted one, the next one arrived so I spent most of the day sorting stock. Leigh Anne arrived around three in the afternoon and I was still sorting the last delivery of the day. It was from one of the shops mainstream suppliers rather than the book fair, and was our usual big monthly delivery. It had already taken me over and hour to sort new releases and shop floor restock, and get the rest organised ready to put away on the storage racks. I was filling a box with the new releases when I heard the shop door ding, and then Aunt Marcia saying, "She's in the back love, go on through." "Hey cutie." Leigh Anne said, giving my bum a spank and as I stood, a kiss. Dropping the box of books on the table I turned into her hug noticing that she looked gorgeous in a short blue dress and heels. "Hi!" I grinned kissing her back and saying. "Can you do me a favour and start putting the ones on the table in order on the racks in the order while I put these out?" "All done?" Aunt Marcia asked as I arranged the last of the new titles on the shelf. "Will be in about twenty minutes, everything to go out, is now out, and I've just got to put the rest on the storage racks." "Okay then, once you're done you might as well as call it a day love, and don't forget I want you have a conversation with Rebecca about Friday, and I think you should warn Leigh Anne or do you want to surprise her?" "Are you that confident Auntie?" I giggled. "Yes. I'll close up, go and have coffee with Leigh Anne," she said giving me a pleased smile adding, "I assume you're going to show Leigh Anne's your flat since she's here early?" "Probably, because were not meeting Rebecca until later, and I want to ask Leigh about my boobs. The the skin underneath is itching like crazy now they are pulling away," I said just as Leigh Anne appearing holding a six large format hardbacks and added from the storeroom door. "I got you some skin cleanser, solvent and adhesive from Boots yesterday so you won't have that happen again." She looked at Marcia asking. "Where do these go Marcia, they don't fit on the rack?" "You don't have to do that Leigh Anne, but they go on the back roller." "I don't mind, and I'm sure I'll be putting Angela to work helping me when I get her home, since Mistress is letting me spend the weekend at Angie's while she's away at a conference. Well so long as I get all my chores done and the house is immaculate, so fairs, fair." She giggled excitedly. Not much later we were walking from the shop hand in hand as Leigh Anne said, "Mistress is picking us up at the embankment car park at six love, so what do you want to do?" "Coffee first at my place because I want to show you where my flat is so you know for the future." I was still trying to make up mind what I was going to do about Friday, and was half tempted to talk to Leigh Anne about but decided she would only give me a biased answer and I should wait and speak to Rebecca when she arrived. "I'm been wanting to see your flat," she said with a grin. "I'm curious to see it, and anyway I want to pretty you up before we meet mistress, because I can't having you seeing her looking like a lesbian librarian!" I laughed. "What do you expect Leigh? I work in an alternative bookshop, and we are according to my friend Amy a loved up trans-lesbian couple." "Never thought of us like that?" She laughed. "It's a good way to describe us I suppose, but if that's the case then you are most definitely going to be a lipstick trans-lesbian!" "I'm dressed for work." I giggled. "Aunt Marcia's shop's ethos would not suit a makeup counter girl look, and anyway." I lowered my voice and added, "I'm a lot more sexily dressed underneath my skirt and top." Taking our time as we were not in any hurry Leigh Anne asked as we walked up River Street. "Mistress told you had 'the talk' with your dad? How did that go?" "Not very well, he hung up on me," I said, "And phoned Aunt Marcia and ranted on at her for turning me into I quote a limp wrist faggot in a dress." I laughed. "Then last night Charlotte his wife phoned me in a vain attempt to talk me out of it." As we walked I told her about both conversations, and she commented the one good thing about her step dad kicking her out at seventeen was she never had to face the 'family' question. "This way," I said turning into Hartwell Close and leading her up to 'my' house. "You own this?" Leigh Anne exclaimed. "Sort of the family built the Close, and we still own three of the five properties," I said punching the code into the front door. "The one on the corner is next on the schedule for modernising, I think scaffolds go up on Monday." As I punched in the final number the door clicked open as I added, "Straight ahead door on the left," handing her my keys as I opened my mail box and removed a letter I was expecting from the land agent with all the completed council paperwork calling. "It's the Yale key." "Wow!" I heard Leigh Anne exclaim when she opened the door to my flat. "This could be lovely." "I will be once I've decorated and furnished it," I said following her in. "I've only really roughly sorted one bedroom to manage with, and got the basics of a front room from storage, so it's pretty Spartan just now, other the office study, which needed fitted out, because I needed it the day I moved it." I giggled. "It's great, the kind of room I always wanted, I've two walls full of my books, a couple of silly posters, a big desk for my work computer, and all the technology attached to it." I opened the door. "See." "Why am I not surprised that the one room you first is your personal library!" Leigh Anne giggled. "What's next on the list?" "The master bedroom, now that the landscapers and fitters have at last finished, I can think about the rest of the place. I'm hoping since I've the weekend off to go furnishing for shopping myself, and find some garden furniture for both my patio garden and the garden for the flat tenants." Leigh Anne pouted. "Mistress will want me to remain here if she releases my cage for the weekend, and she'll insure it with a locked tracking collar." She gave me a naughty wink. "I've begged her not to set you free though. I'll treat you to a nice girlie blow job when I clean your clitty Friday evening when she drops me off but after that its back in the cage for little Angie." She teased giving me a very bossy kiss. "There's only one top tranny in our relationship, right my girlie?" I blushed brightly and nodded embarrassed, which set her off into a tide of giggles as she added, "It's good to know you know where your place is sweetie!" "Hey, this will be lovely sun trap," Leigh Anne said a little later looking round the small paved area I intended to turn into a small patio garden in what had been a yard between the coach house and the next property. "That's the plan, there is a bigger garden on the other side of the coach house backing onto the main house, which has been landscaped for the flats residents, but this area is mine. Aunt Marcia knows a garden contractor whose coming sometime next month finish it off. Want to see the design, it looks great. We're keeping a little patio where your standing and pulling up the rest of the paving and putting flower beds round the outside to the garden gate and back along the wall, to about opposite you, where I want a little green house to fill the gap to wall of the main house." "How much is all this costing you, it must be a bomb?" she asked stunned as I told her what I wanted to do as I showed her round my flat. "They gave me up to a 30k budget from my personal trust fund but I'm not going to spend anything like that getting my flat how I want it," I said flipping through the paper work from the land agent making sure I had all the required papers to legally rent the flats, and told her scanning the documents. "When I said I wanted control over this place so I got neighbours I liked, the board grumbled about it, but I knew that was just a front. My grandfather told me years ago that before I officially take my seat on the board of trustees, they probably give me a few small projects to see if I have a handle on the business side of things, and bringing this place's rentals on-line is the first of them." She nodded. "You always said you'd be a trustee when we were kids but I don't think either of us understood what that meant, and I know I still don't?" "Come on I'll show you round and explain," I said, leading her from my flat and showing her the rental's saying as we went. "It's managing the property estate Leigh. Like I'm having to do with the flats in this house only many times multiplied. When I decided to move here just before I left school a couple of months ago and said I wanted control over the rental rates and who moved in, the board saw it as low risk opportunity to see if I could finish a project." "Okay," she said looking round one of the two bed flats commenting that it was bigger than the maisonette she grew up in. "So how did you do that?" "They gave me control and budget said basically get on with it." I giggled. "So I did and I've rather enjoyed it although it was a lot harder than my grandfather made it look, but basically you just break the budget down into what costs are fixed, and put that money aside and shop round to see if you can get a better deal. The fixed costs here," I waves my hand at the building. "Which were already settled before they gave it me were the landscaping, car parking and public area safety and carpeting costs, were already in the hands of the contractors. So from the opening budget, I had a little over 14k budget for variable cost items in other words bring the rental units on-line with fixtures, fittings and furnishings, and tarting up what remained of the front garden after the parking went in, and I spent just over 10k. So I think I'll have picked up a brownie point or two as I've got the place on-line for almost 4k under their budget projection and only nine days late, which is the council fault as they dragged their heels getting this." I waved the letter from the land agent. "Paperwork back after their final building inspection Monday week past." Her jaw hit the floor as I started throwing figures of thousand pounds round like confetti as she spluttered, "Just how much are you worth Angela?" "To be honest I'm not sure. Personally I'll directly inherit I guess a couple of million or so when I gain access to my trust fund either when I marry or turn 25. Assuming I prove to the board of trustees when I join it at 21 that I'm capable of managing the property estate and want to do it, I can then be elected to my grandfathers seat as MD of the property side any time after I'm 25, and then we're talking serious money as the property management team is a paid body. I suppose the estate portfolio as a whole is worth may be 200 million total, but most of it's not real money as it in investments, and that side of things would bore me to death, and the land and property side is worth 20% may be 25% of that. If do as expected end up like my grandfather working for the estate by the time I'm 30 I could potentially be managing a property empire worth 50 million." I shrugged and giggled. "Freaky huh? You know when we were little kids I always imagined that we'd both end up working for the estate when we grew up." I winked. "And it looks like we will." "No darling," she said with a cheeky grin. "You'll be the MD, and I'll be one having it off with her when she's wearing a maids dress at home." After looking round my house, Leigh Anne pulled me into my bedroom and pushed me onto the bed for a long giggly cuddle and kissing session that had us both wincing a little as our chastity's made their presence felt. We were in each other arms when Leigh Anne said with a pat my backside. "I guess we better tidy ourselves up babe, Mistress will want us down on the embankment in forty minutes or so." I was already down to my bra, panties, waist clincher and stockings from our cuddle. Giving me a final kiss Leigh Anne rolled to her feet and started looking through my wardrobe just before her phone rang. "Hi Mistress." She answered and winked pointing me at the leather skirt I came home in on Sunday and said into her phone. "I'm at Angie's flat turning her from a boring lesbian librarian into a hot girlfriend." She nodded and mouthed to me. "She's wants to come here?" I nodded and gave her a thumb up. "Sure Mistress do you know the address? Okay five minutes I'll be waiting by the door." "This will be nice," Mistress Rebecca said when she arrived. "With a little work." "I'm going to look for furnishings this weekend," I said serving the three of us tea wearing the leather skirt, black heels, and a deep purple baby cut tee-shirt with 'girl' written gold across it. "Or I was until Leigh Anne mentioned that she might be coming here for the weekend while you're away." "You need everything," she commented. "I know but the kitchen is fully fitted so I don't have to worry about that past a kitchen cum breakfast table," I said, "But until the carpet fitters, furniture fitters and landscapers finished two weeks ago I did not want to get anything nice for myself with all the dust and mess, and I've been that busy what with working in the shop and getting the rentals done on time that I've not really had the chance to think about my flat past the basics yet." "Angie's family trust have been using as a project management exercise," Leigh Anne helpfully interjected as I said, "I've got a 30k budget from my personal trust fund to play with, so although it looks daunting I've got the money, and as the bedroom I am using just now will be the spare so other than little brightening up it's basically done and once I get myself some nice bedroom furniture to go in the main bedroom I'll move in there. So getting that is top of the list for this weekend. I've also got a lot of stuff along with a few paintings, ornaments and appliances from my grandfather's house in storage, which I need to arrange delivery of in the next week or two. So along with a bedroom suite the only the other thing I really wanted to get this weekend is some patio furniture, both for the main garden and what will be my little back garden so I have it ready for when Aunt Marcia's gardener friend comes to rip up most of the paving and put the beds in." "Lots to do then?" Rebecca said with a smile. "The hard part is over as the flats are finally all now basically fitted and furnished from Ikea, and the council have finally got the paperwork back to the estates land agent, so they are ready for occupancy. Would you like to see them? The two beds are all basically identical, although the attic flat is slightly larger than the two on the middle floor, and the single bed is opposite me." "I'm impressed, in comparison to the places most of my girls can find they'll be fighting to rent from you," Mistress said when we returned to my flat. "So what are the minimum rents?" "The commercial rental rates on them was estimated by a local estate agent at a minimum of 1200 a month for the two beds, and 900 for the single, and suggested that we should charge 40% above that because of the area, however to cover the costs of the refurbishment and annual maintenance fee's over the ten-year repayment plan, the estate only needs to charge a third of that basic commercial rental rate increasing annually by the rate of inflation, so I was thinking 400 a month for the single and 500 for the doubles, that way as well as covering costs the estate makes a small return on the capital investment across the ten- years." "You've quite the budding estate magnet's mind behind that pretty face Angela," Rebecca said with a smile of surprise at my ability to rattle off the figures. "I grew up listening to my grandfather talking to his property agents, and I've always known that the estate was going to be a major part of my working life so he made sure to guide my educational choices towards things that gave me the basic skills to understand how the business worked." I giggled. "Even so when I first started with this while I was still at school, it was all a little overwhelming and confusing but I'm getting a handle on it now, and I'm hoping they'll let me run with the other two properties we own in the close." She nodded. "Well I know my work PA and her transman husband are looking for somewhere, so I'll pass her onto you dear, and I think there are currently couple of girls in the mail order warehouse, and I know one of the nurse's in my clinic who recently post op are also looking." "That's fine, give them my number and let them know I'll be available on Friday from about lunch time as that's my day for the dealing with anything to do with the estate." I sheepishly smiled. "I'm seeing the trustees in 9.30 that morning and I think," I giggled and waved at myself. "They are in for a surprise because by now I'm sure the estate solicitor, or my father's mole will have informed them of my change, but they will still be expecting young Mr Hartwell-Johnson, and are probably going to get Miss Hartwell instead, I've decided to drop the Johnson when I change my name." "How does the solicitor know?" she asked. "He's gay or probably bi these days given that his partner trans, and she came into the shop yesterday and saw me. I did not know she was the estate solicitors partner until Aunt Marcia mentioned it after she left, so she's bound to have told him, and he'll have to tell the board, if my fathers spy has not beaten him to it." "Worried?" she asked. "If you go as Angela?" "Not really," I said pensively. "Lair, but trust me you'll be fine if you do, although if you do go as Miss Hartwell I would suggest dressing professionally, skirt suit and blouse and the like." "Already taken care of, Aunt Marcia helped me pick a professional wardrobe on Monday." I smiled. "I'm not sure about the heels but I guess I'll have to get used to them." "You do realise that if you meet them as Angela you're pretty much committing yourself to transitioning?" "So Aunt Marcia said, but after my conversation with my father, and his wife when she called to get me to change my mind I've pretty much committed myself to doing that. She still wants me to talk to you about it in your professional capacity before I do, but sod it," I said, "I like myself as Angela, I feel confident and comfortable in my skin something I couldn't really say a Rob. And even though Aunt Marcia wants me to talk to you she also feels I'm destined to transition, and from what I've read, and watched on YouTube since I found out about Leigh Anne, the sooner you start treatment then better the result." Leigh Anne was looking at me with an expression of surprised delight, and possessive desire as Rebecca said. "Well if you are serious about it, then I think our evenings plans have just changed, because we can swing by my clinic since its open until eight Tuesday to Thursday and get the nurse to take your bloods and if a medical doctor clears you we can officially start you on the program today, because based on my initial diagnosis and assuming your bloods don't throw up anything unexpected, so long as you officially begin the legal notification procedure to change your gender you could be on HRT very soon?" "I think that's what I've got to do. I've got to see the trustees and I can't avoid that, but because I can't bring myself to destroy how I look I've got to go as Angela, and if I do then I've no choice but to transition because if I don't I'd lose any credibility with them, so it's a case of a rock and hard place." She nodded and said, "Well if you're serious about going as Angela, I'll bring Leigh Anne and drop her off on my way to work on Friday morning off so she can do your hair and makeup, and make sure you look perfect for you meeting?" "I'd like that," I said with a relieved smile. "Because I am very serious about them seeing me as Angela, and if I do that, it means I'm going to have to start transitioning Rebecca." Leigh Anne coughed loudly, but Rebecca laughed and said, "Angela is not my maid and as we are in her home Leigh Anne, I think I can allow her to skip the honorifics with me unless we're playing, especially as I can see Miss Hartwell and I doing some business in the future." She smiled, and added "I'm looking for a nicer location for my clinic than on the edge of a trading estate, and it would appear that my maids girlfriend is the heir to the estate who own one of the places I've been looking at as a potential site." "I think If Friday goes off with out a hitch I'll be able to pull enough strings to make sure any potential offers are well received by the board." I giggled. "Especially when I remind them it's where I'm undergoing treatment to correct my gender issues." After putting Leigh Anne much to her unspoken annoyance in to a taxi with my overnight bag and instructions to prepare dinner Rebecca took me to her clinic. It was surprisingly busy and she told me that many of her clients because of their working hours came in for treatments and courses between five and eight when it closed. "We mostly deal with the clinical side during the day, and the evenings are more orientated towards the behavioural elements of our clients transition," she told me leading me into a medically equipped room. Thirty minutes later, after a fairly extensive physical and with my arm still tingling from being tapped for blood by one of Rebecca nurses I was sat in her office undergoing a much deeper psychological questioning than she gave me at the weekend. I cried a couple of time when we spoke about my mother, and when it was over, she handed me a form and said, "Are you still sure you want to do this? Because once you sign on that dotted line, if the medical doctor who's seeing you next agrees with my initial diagnosis, you'll officially be beginning a gender reassignment treatment program and that will go permanently into your medical records?" I nodded, wiping my eyes. "Yes, if anything more sure," I said. "In that case fill in the forms, and the notification of legal change of name and status on the next page then sign them where indicated," she said with a pleased smile. "And so long as Helen signs you into treatment we can begin the procedure of legally changing your identity from male to transgendered female with the government. In a few days, you'll receive a pack from us with all the forms and dockets you'll need to notify banks and the like, including changing things like passports, driving licences and educational qualifications over to your new identity." Filling in the forms I handed it back to her as she said, "Now because of our relationship via Leigh Anne I cannot be officially part of your clinical RLT team, and I've noted in my referral that you came to me because we knew each other. Like Leigh Anne and my other house girls I'm referring you Helen Grant, she's a qualified medical doctor as well as a trained gender psychologist. I've known her for years and was one of her students when I was training after my degree. She has her own practice based here in my clinic and you'll like her because she is trans herself as well as being a leading figure in the field." Explaining how the transitional timeline program ran and how I proceeded along it, Rebecca said, "Well that's pretty much everything we can do until you've seen Helen. Assuming your blood work does not throw up anything unusual and she agrees with my diagnosis and accepts you for treatment, your transition formally begins when she signs off your forms. Happy?" "Very," I said with a grin. "Good now don't tell Leigh Anne later, but I'm going to let her go shopping with you, regardless of if I release her chastity or not." She chuckled. "I think I can trust her not to break my rules of association if she's with you, because when she got home from seeing that first time though Marcia's window a couple of weeks ago she burst into tears. She felt that with her change you'd not want anything to with her." "I was stunned." I laughed. "Aunt Marcia, teased me about how hard I fallen for her after we chatted walking up the embankment, but she also told me that she suspected that because of my childhood gender fluidity once I realised who the girl I fancied was, I'd ask myself the kind of questions that Leigh Anne asked herself before she transitioned and probably go the same route. She even told me that when we were kids she always thought we'd end up as lovers." As I told her a little more about our shared past there was a knock on the door and a pretty red-headed nurse handed Rebecca a print out, looking it over she commented, "That was Jane by the way, she's the nurse I told you about who's looking for a flat." She gave me a smile and added, "I put a rush on your bloods dear, and you've come back in the green, so if Helen can fit you in this evening and passes you into treatment we might even be able to have you not only officially on the transition program and but also on hormone replacement therapy this evening. "You wanted something Rebecca?" a fifty something mumsy looking woman said walking in with a knock a couple of minutes later. "Yes Helen come in and meet Angela Hartwell a life long friend of Leigh Anne's who I'm referring to you. I've preliminary assessed her and as her bloods are all good, I've recommended passing her on for entry into the gender reassignment treatment program." She handed her the file containing my paperwork. Helen quickly flipped through the papers and said, "Everything looks in order, and I do have space in my schedule, so yes I'm more than happy to take her as patient. Private or NHS?" "Private," I said. "No problem then," she said looking at me with a pleased smile. "Hello Angela I'm Dr Helen Grant, if you want to come with me and we'll have a quick chat, and I think that if I concur with what Rebecca has written, we can get you in treatment. From your dress I assume you are already on an unofficial RLT?" "Yes Doctor." Saying as she led me along a hallway into a small cluttered office. "Just Helen will do, or Doctor Helen if you prefer it, I don't stand on ceremony." We chatted for about twenty-five minutes, and then she made a couple of notes in my file and said looking at me with a smile. "Welcome onto the transition program. I think given that you are already on an unsanctioned RLT, and Rebecca has already had a few sessions with you, I'm willing to officially note in your records that you start your recognised RLT tomorrow. Is that fine with you?" "Wonderful!" I said unable to hide my glee. "Good," she said and handing me a prescription told me. "Now because you're going straight on to RLT I prescribing you a slightly higher base dose of androgen inhibitors to put a halt on you developing any further secondary male sexual characteristics." She smiled, and said, "We might as well as make the most of your lower than average testosterone levels, and a base level female hormone replacement, take one each in a morning before your breakfast, and I'll see you in two weeks, now let me see, is Thursday at 10am good for you here?" "I expect so Doctor Helen. Can I confirm in the morning?" "Certainly, here's my card," she said, "And for now, congratulations and good luck." "All sorted?" Rebecca said as we walked out. "Yes," I said with a grin. "Know any late night pharmacies?" "Not without going back into town." "I'll fill at Boots in the morning then," I said. "What did she give you?" I handed her the prescription. "Oh that's what Leigh Anne is on except she takes a second HRT pill with a snack before bed, I'm sure if your nice to her later she'll let you take two of hers in the morning, assuming you want start them from tomorrow morning?" "Oh I do and I will." I giggled. Rebecca smiled and said, "Front or back?" "I think Leigh Anne would prefer the back, especially since she was rather miffed at being sent home in a taxi." I giggled. "Mistress." She smiled at the Mistress, and said as we reached the car. "I think your right." Nodding at me she opened the backdoor and said, "In you go dear, you know the rules." She chuckled. "Leigh Anne is really looking forwards to putting you in a uniform this evening, so we'll give her what she wants!" Bagging my hands, she grinned holding up a sissy dummy and said, "Open," and promptly gagged me. Smiling she said, "And Leigh Anne put this in for you." It was a pink leather collar similar to the one Leigh Anne wore but where hers said Rebecca's Maid this one had Leigh Anne's Girlfriend engraved on the name plate at the neck. "It not a requirement that you wear a girlfriends collar but she wants you to wear one for her when you're staying, do you want to?" I nodded, and felt her slip it round my neck and clicked it closed. "Lovely," she cooed. "I do like seeing a collared sissy in my car, adding before she slipped a pair of ear buds on me. "She obviously expected you'd opt for the sissy seats as she loaded a feminine deportment tutorial this morning for you to watch on the way home." Leigh Anne was waiting anxiously waiting in a formal black and white uniform when we got back and her grin went from ear to ear when she saw let out of the back of the car with a dummy, wearing mittens and leashed to mistress from her collar. "Good evening Mistress," she said with a formal curtsey. "Dinner will be thirty minutes." "Perfect," she said handing her handbag and keys, before removing my mittens and dummy gag. "I'll take a gin and tonic, put it out on the patio for me, then come my study, and once I have fitted your girlfriend with her chastity, you may take her away and get her properly uniformed ready to serve my dinner, while you take care of the kitchen." "Yes Mistress," she said with a giggle of anticipation in her voice as Mistress led me by my leashed collar to her study. "Remove your panties and lift your skirt sissy," she said with a big grin as she opened a box waiting on her desk. "It's high time I made sure that you cannot escape your submission to my rules." While she was cleaning my penis with a surgical wipe there was a knock on the door. Ignoring it as she slipped the tube over my shaft she said, "There we go, Leigh Anne will be delighted," as she slid the locking parts together and locked the chastity on to me, calling. "Come in Leigh Anne." "Here." She handed her my leash. "Get Angie uniformed and I expect you both on the patio in twenty minutes. Your dismissed." "Yes Mistress," she said bobbing her knees. Giggling with delight holding my leash she said, "I've dreamed since Sunday afternoon of having you collared and leashed Angie, what did they say at the clinic?" "I've a script in my handbag, and I signed on the dotted line. I'm under Helen Grant." I giggled. "So I really am your girlfriend, and from now it is Angela Hartwell, Leigh." "Cool!" she cooed. "I can't wait until you bloom once the titty fairy visits you," her face filled with a wince. I giggled and added teasingly making her frustrated excitement even worse. "Mistress suggested I very nice to you later this evening so I can borrow my first dose off you in the morning," I teased. "My sissy Mistress." Leigh Anne winced again and said, "You're enjoying doing this me aren't you?" "No?" I giggled. "Should I kiss it better?" "If we had time I'd say yes," she said unhooking my leash. "But if we don't get you in a uniform and on the patio PDQ Mistress will spank both our bottoms!" She laughed, pulling my tee-shirt and skirt off me. "Which can be very pleasurable, humiliating but pleasurable." "Oh my!" I gasped when I looked at my reflection in the mirror, after Leigh Anne had zipped me into a matching uniform dress and tied my apron in a neat bow. Standing behind me she arranged a neat lace head-dress over my hair as said, "I've wanted to try one of these since I saw you in one on Saturday." "Great aren't they, I'll bring you one this weekend and if you want you can be play being my housemaid one evening this weekend?" Leigh Anne said, nodding to herself, before continuing. "Come on love, she'll be ready for a fresh G&T." "Very nice, Angie, very nice indeed, a uniform suits you," Mistress said, looking at me with pleasure when Leigh Anne led me onto the patio. "Do you like it?" I grinned. "Yes Mistress it feels very special." She laughed and said, "So it should, I'll take another G&T, and Leigh Anne, aren't you supposed to be in the kitchen?" "Yes Mistress," she said leading me back into the house, and showing me how she liked her gin made. "When you take it back, bob your knees, say your drink Mistress, and then when she waves you away stand still by the patio door until she needs you next," Leigh Anne said, giving me a quick kiss to send me on my way. After I served Mistress her drink, unlike when Leigh Anne was playing her personal housemaid, we carried on the conversation we started in the car going to her clinic, about her interest in the estate property. Grinning she added, "I'm only keeping you in the maid role tonight to make Leigh Anne happy Angela, and I very much doubt I'll ask you serve like this very often. I would imagine most nights you have homework from the estate?" "It's not so much homework, but I usually have some paperwork to read most evenings, although I'm not formally on the estate lands board and won't have an official voice until I'm 21, I am expected to attend the bi weekly management meetings and contribute to them. I also have to go to the quarterly trustees meetings, which is what is on this week, and its the first time I'm officially attending as the family member, which is both good and bad. Most of them have not seen me since I was about fifteen and I was staying with my grandfather when a trustee's meeting was on, so I'm starting as Angela with a blank slate in terms of what they expect." Mistress Rebecca nodded saying, "It's a big responsibility especially in one so young." "My grandfather was younger than me when he started attending but that was because his father died in the war. I guess because they expecting Robert and are going to get me, I want to be ready before Friday. If I had not started my transition I'd probably just scan it the paperwork, and get this gist of what each item on the agenda is about but this time I want to be completely up to speed and I've also got to decide what I'm going to say in a statement to the board about my change when I report back on the Hartwell Close." Rebecca nodded and sipped her drink. "I spoke to the Chairman last week when he told me my report on the Close would be the first item on the agenda. Even though I expect that by now either my father's mole or Mr Godfrey must have told him that I've come out as trans, I expect he will probably still be expecting young Mr Hartwell-Jackson to attend." I giggled a little. "He might well have a heart attack when he get me, Miss Hartwell instead." "We'll talk about this some more when Leigh Anne is clearing up after dinner, but for now I think we'll eat." "Certainly Mistress," I said with a smile. Rebecca did have a few helpful pointers about what I could say, but we reverted back to Mistress and maid when Leigh Anne reappeared. At which point she teased her mercilessly before releasing her and sending us to bed with very serious talking to about keeping the noise down. "Don't worry I'll gag her, if she starts getting vocal," Leigh Anne said impishly after she prepared her for bed. "Finally," she said with her lewd giggle, as we walked up to her room. "And I think the first thing you have to do is kiss something better sweetheart, because I've been wincing in anticipation all evening." "My pleasure my darling," I said, teasing her through her skirts as we walked up the stairs. I did as well, and it was wonderful, and we were both more than satisfied, when we collapsed in each others arms. Next morning I was up with Leigh Anne and this time there were no morning shenanigans, and yet I enjoyed it just as much, there was something really enjoyable about just being with her as we dressed. From my overnight bag, I slipped on a pink baby cut tee-shirt and was going to wear a knee-length cotton skirt, before 'my' girlfriend insisted I wore the leather skirt before she did my makeup. Commenting. "It's a more age appropriate skirt," as she went to work on my face. "Don't go mad love," I cautioned. "It's for the shop not your bedroom?" "Trust me?" She giggled, and did my makeup similar to how I wore it when she met me in the shop the previous day, but made it look a hell of a lot better, which given my visitor that lunchtime was a good call. Grinning with delight, Leigh Anne placed my first dose of HRT on my tongue in the kitchen and said, "Take your girl juice sweetie, it will do you good," just before Mistress came down for breakfast. After a breakfast of juice followed by a mashed up banana on toast and a mug of tea, we were in her car, and this time much to Leigh Anne's disapproval, I got in the front seat as she waved us off. "Did she give you two of her pills?" Rebecca asked as we pulled from her drive way. "She did not give me any choice." I giggled. "How do you feel about that?" "Excited," I said, "knowing that I'm now taking hormonal treatments had made starting the transition process seem somehow all the more official." "Good, some girls get the medication but then bottle out when it comes to taking their first dose, and cancel their transition," she told me. "I did not think you would, but I did warn Leigh Anne that it was a possibility. Did you think any more about what you are going to say in the morning last night?" "I've a made up my mind what I'm going to say, and I'm just working out how to phrase it." We chatted about the approaches I could take as we drove into town, and I took note of what she said about making what I said about my transgender status short and sweet. "Get it said and then move onto to what you would have said if you had not started your transition." It was good advice and by the time she dropped me off at the large roundabout near the foot bridge over the river I had pretty much sketched out the format in my mind. Buying myself a small coffee to sip during the twenty-minute walk to work I tip tapped my way over the bridge relishing the sound of my heels and the air on my legs. It was a lovely morning, and I really enjoyed the walk, and Leigh Anne was right, the shorter skirt was similar to what most girls of my age were wearing. I also rather enjoyed the occasional looks I pulled, but my feet were telling me a different story by the time I unlocked the shops door and let myself in. My heels might look pretty but getting used to walking any distance in them I realised was going to be an uncomfortable learning process. "You look nice," Aunt Marcia said when she came down to the shop and found me sipping a mug of tea ready to open up. "Did you have a nice evening?" "I did it was wonderful," I said, handing her a mug of tea. "And don't be upset, because I have spoken to Rebecca and thought about this, but I've officially started my transition." She chuckled. "I'm not, after hearing the conversation on Monday with your father and the one to his wife, with your determination to see the board of trustee's as Angela, I suspected you'd be telling me this today." I shrugged. "It made sense what with telling him, and knowing that if I see the trustee's board tomorrow as Angela I'm committed," I said, "then last night when I was speaking to Helen the gender specialist doctor who Rebecca's referred me to, she asked if I was already on an unofficial RLT I said yes, so she there was not reason why I should not start treatment immediately. I signed the paperwork and she prescribed me HRT and androgen blockers, I've got to pop to Boots and fill it later." "I'm pleased for you," Aunt Marcia said, and that was the end of that. It was around quarter past twelve and I was just starting to think about walking to Boot's in town when the door bell dinged as Mike Godfrey, the estates solicitor walked in. Looking round the shop, he glanced at me and opened his mouth as if he was about to ask me something, before taking a second longer look at me and said, "My god!" "Hi Mr Godfrey, yes it's me." "Well you're not what I expected, Miss Hartwell-Joh." "Just Hartwell please Mr Godfrey, and it's Angela or Angie if you prefer, I dropped the Johnson when I changed my name, I guess your wife told you?" "No your father." He said, "He called me yesterday and basically asked me what the hell I was doing giving you the money to ruin yourself." He pulled a face. "Although now you're eighteen why he seemed to think I or anyone else had any power over what you do with allowance from your inheritance is beyond me? But that's by the by, I popped into warn you that he's been creating merry hell, or rather Jim Thompson has on your father's behalf, with the board of trustee's." "So old Thompson's his mole, I did wonder who was telling him because he always seemed to be very up to date with affairs of the estate even after Grandad William cut him out," I said with a smile adding, "So tell me what did you expect?" He laughed saying, "Not this." He waved at me. "The way your father was going on I expected to see a prop forward wearing a dress just to piss his father off, not a surprisingly attractive young woman." "Obviously with being with Sarah for 20 years I can tell that you're transgendered, but only because I know what to look for, and I still needed a second look. I think most of the board will not have a hope in hell of recognising you." He smiled and added, "Hello Marcia nice to see you?" "Afternoon Mike, I heard so no need to explain," she said, "if you want to have a private chat, just pull the door shut on the reading room." "I think it might be best, or we can go for a coffee if you prefer Angela?" "Coffee I think," I said picking up my bag. "I've got to pop to Boot's to pick up my medication." "So what does the old homophobe want?" I asked him as we walked into town. "You on a plane to the States so he can straighten you out, and Marcia's head on a platter." He laughed. "Like that's going to happen, Aunt Marcia would eat him for breakfast, and I'm adult perfectly capable of making my own life decisions." I giggled. "That's what I told him, and I assume that this change has been on your agenda for a while Angela, because you seem very relaxed for some just stepping out on transition?" "Long enough," I said, "but I only officially started my transition this week, after the Doctor cleared my entry on to the program." Over the coffee he explained that I was, thanks to my father, going to walk into a very hostile reception in the morning, and suggested we might defuse this by already being there when the trustee's arrive. I rather liked the deception aspect and suggested that it would be very easy for me to give the impression that I was one of the girls from his office, until just seconds before the meeting started. "I'll make sure you have an Miss Angela Hartwell name plate ready, and when they arrive and are all milling about, we'll let them assume that you're from my office, until the Chairman goes into the board room to call the meeting to order. When he does follow him in, take your seat and change the place-name for the one with you." He grinned. "That should puncture the angry selfish prop forward in a frock image Jim Thompson's been painting of you." "I can do that," I said. "I was just going follow my Grandfather's method when he wanted something controversial from the board of trustees and bull in a china shop it, but I guess there is a value in the softly approach." "In some cases that can work," Mr Godfrey said, "but for now my advice is to play the quiet game until they are used to you. At this point it's in your interests avoid directly challenging the board Angela. By all means feel free to disagree with the course action they desire, but if you do, make sure you have a solid argument to support your reason for objecting to a proposal." "I usually do," I said with a smile. "The board members are mostly a crusty bunch of traditionalists who've never really wanted me because I was gay and living with a transitioning Sarah, but your grandfather over ruled them and nominated me as the family solicitor, which means the only person who can get me off the trustee's is you, should you decide to use another solicitor for the family." "I don't," I said, "and we'll do it your way." "Good. I hoped you would say that, now have you decided what you are going to say when you address them?" "Pretty much yes," I said, "I'm basically going to say yes its true, I'm transgendered and I'm now known as Angela Hartwell. Tell them that I am under a doctor on medically supervised gender transition program and have just started my RLT, and then make a comment that now I've told them of my change in status, a meeting of the trustee's is not the place for discussing my personal matters and move straight on to business." "I'll do the usual blah blah thanking them for keeping my family's estate on track, and fit to face the challenges of the 21st century before moving onto the meat of my statement, which is the house, and my ideas for the redevelopment of the other two properties in Hartwell Close. Hitting them with figures, the refurbishment costs repayment schedule the and then with the balance between the budgeted costs and net cost. Highlighting that I supervised the final completion of my house and brought it in well under the projected budget, and if the council had not delayed the return of the paperwork it would have been completed on time. Finally I'm going to tell them that although the council planning board dragged their heels, it has not delayed occupancy as I am interviewing the first potential tenants this afternoon." "That's just the way to do it, don't give them a chance to speak between telling them you're trans and the hard-nosed business. Sure the likes of Jim Thompson and probably Neil Woods will never accept you, but the rest of the board and especially the chairman will respect you for bring them up to speed, and then getting straight down to business." He smiled. "When you officially take your seat I'd advise you to try to remove both of them from the board, if you can get support, because they are both well past their sell by dates and are likely to throw every impediment they can at you." "Why do you think my father is stirring things up Mr. Godfrey?" I asked. "It's not like I've been that important to him since I came back to the UK as a semi catatonic teenager?" "You were his eldest son. He's upset, angry and lashing out," he said. "Sarah told me her father did the same when she came out, but the difference is her father was a bus driver, while yours is one of the most powerful men in the oil business. He's used to be able to dictate something, and have everybody around him do what he wants." He pulled a face and continued. "Your father I would imagine sees your gender change as a challenge to his masculinity, and what he sees as his god given authority to decide what's best for his family." I nodded I had not considered that my father might see my decision in that light. "You do know he tried to challenge the provision written in your grandfathers relating to your personal inheritance that made me as the Hartwell family solicitor the executive interest in terms of your allowance, and future tuition costs?" "I didn't but I'm not surprised to hear it," I said. "He always said I would attend Harvard, even though knew, because I told him so just before he remarried that I'd rather not go to university than have him force me to study in the States." "Then we have his views on people like you and I," Mr Godfrey said with a snorting laugh. "You know just before he hung up on me yesterday evening, he actually said and I quote. "That it's probably a stupid waste of time fucking talking to you, because you a god damned gay and no better than the my faggot son!" "Well I know where I stand," I said with a sad laugh. "But I did not expect anything different from him, I know my father, he hates anything that goes against his Christian conservative beliefs," I said sadly. "The concept of live and let live is completely absent in his world view." "I'm afraid that when you told him you were trans and changing gender you've hit him where it hurts, now if you're lucky he'll get over it eventually, just like Sarah's father did." He said, "But knowing your father may be not?" He looked at me carefully and said, "I think you should take it as read that he'll use everything at his disposal to try to disrupt your transition, so watch you back for the next few months, because the mood he is likely to be in just now he'll be willing to use every dirty trick he knows to discredit you." That was rather chilling, but even I did not think my father would stoop that low just because the son he's not seen in almost two years is doing something he does not approve of. He glanced at his watch and said, "I'm sorry about this Angie but I need to dash, I have a client due half an hour. Come by my office at 9 in the morning and we'll walk over to the trust together, and remember what I said about your father!" "Interesting talk with Mike?" Aunt Marcia said when I got back to the shop. "Enlightening," I said. "My father is very pissed with me, but we've worked out how we're going to show me to the board, I'm going to arrive in the guise of one of the office girls from Godfrey and Platt, and just before the board sits, switch the place-name as I take my seat. Thanks to my father they're expecting a bloke in a dress!" I laughed. "It's almost a pity I don't know someone who'd walk around outside the Trust's offices in a dress to really put them off guard, but Mr Godfrey warned me off playing games so may be not?" "Well we knew he was not going to be happy," Aunt Marcia said, reading my eyes and adding, "But there's more, come on spit it out?" "Mr Godfrey warned me to watch my back, because he thinks my father will see my gender change as an affront to his masculinity, and do his damnedest to disrupt my transition and discredit me with the board." "It's worth considering dear," she said. "And I think you can take it as read that until he calms down he's going to have who ever he has on the board keeping a close eye on you, so it might be a good idea to let Rebecca know what's going on just in case." "It's Jim Thompson and probably Neil Woods," I told her pulling out my phone and calling Rebecca. Quickly telling her what Mr. Godfrey said, and how Jim Thompson was his mole on the Trustee's board she said, "Other than reinforcing what your solicitor told you there's not much I can really say. Certainly there is nothing they can get at me for because other than my play games with consenting partners, which I keep separate from work. I'm squeaky clean, and as I'm not in any way part of your clinical team, he can't get at you through me employing your girlfriend. I'll warn Helen and make sure my businesses electronic security is upgraded and checked just in case, and we'll just play it by ear." She chuckled. "This isn't the first time I've had to deal with of this sort of thing sweetheart. You're not the first and won't be that last transgender child of very rich unsympathetic parents who we have treated, and although your father might have a long arm we have a very big stick especially now you're officially registered as in treatment with the department of health." " I just thought you should know," I said. "Forewarned is forearmed, so just carry on as normal and I'll let Leigh Anne know, she's almost ready for the next step on my domestic program anyway," Rebecca said. "So she was due to be starting to working more in my business offices once the summer season is over at Broadside's in the next few weeks, I'll just start her a little earlier than I originally intended." Deciding to take her advice, I tried to enjoy my day and pretty much succeeded. Thank god Leigh Anne was there to fix my face and hair the next morning, because I was a nervous wreck. My father stirring up the Trustee's, and Mr Godfrey's warning to watch my back had really unnerved me, and I was having a serious crisis of confidence when she arrived just a little after seven. Thankfully she was switched on and reading my face when she arrived she got me ready in a very no-nonsense way before calling me a taxi to take me to Mr Godfrey's. Oddly considering how apprehensive I was, the meeting went exactly as planned. Mr Godfrey and I arrived first, and they all saw me with him when they arrived. I did notice the chairman, give me a second look and then a sly smile when I followed him in when he went to take his seat while the board members were still milling round looking for a bloke in a dress. He gave me a polite nod and said much to my delight. "Miss Hartwell," and I assumed that Mike Godfrey had tipped him off. With out any rush I changed my name plate and took my seat as Mr Wilson the chairman knocked on the table and said, "Shall we bring the meeting to order, Miss Hartwell has a statement." You could almost hear the jaws hitting the floor as they looked round and saw me sitting primly beside him at the boardroom table and once they sat, the chairman called the meeting to order and said, "Miss Hartwell?" I stood and said, "Good morning everyone. Before I start I'd like to beg the chairman's indulgence for a moment to address the story my Father minion has no doubt told all of you, and yes, as you can see it is perfectly true, I'm transgendered." I spoke for perhaps fifteen minutes including answering a couple of questions relating to the delay in paper work for the rental units, and if I could suggest anything to streamline the process, and then it was over. I mostly kept my mouth shut but made copious notes. Other than asking the few questions I had decided to ask when discussing future improvement projects relating to Hartwell Close, which hopefully made the board realise that choosing to change my gender did not degrade my brain. I know for sure I scored with the Finance Officer when they were discussing the agricultural projections and I asked via the chairman if the board had any figures relating to the projected financial losses to the agricultural tenants in the event of a no deal Brexit? The meeting lasted about ninety minutes and as we left my mothers distantly related aunt, Cynthia walked up to me and said, "My word Angela you look like your mother, I must have been blind not to recognise you when I arrived." She chuckled. "I think you have upset some of the more set in their way's members, but you did yourself proud, and made the perfect first impression." She gave me a pleased smile and added, "I think its smashing that you have the confidence to live your life as you wish and I feel sure that your grandfather would be proud of you dear, because when he was younger he was considered just as unconventional as some of us oldies are viewing you. One day you must bring this girl," she chuckled. "Which rumour has it, you're in a shameful same sex relationship with." She laughed. "Like that's never happened in our family before, round to the Manor and I'll tell you both all the Hartwell family stories your mother never got a chance to tell you." She giggled. "You probably don't know it but as a family we have always been a rather odd and dysfunctional bunch in our own ways." Score one for the good guys! I said to myself as I walked home after the meeting. With Mr Godfrey, the Chairman, the Financial Officer and Cynthia on my side I felt reasonably sure that any further attempt from my fathers lackeys to block my participation would not get off the ground, which was a weight off my shoulders. "Well how did it go?" Leigh Anne said, when I came home to her waiting arms. "Much better than I expected, my father's lackeys tried to throw a few blocks on my continued presence but Mr Wilson the Chair, slapped them down, and said I performed above expectations in bring the first house on Hartwell Close on-line, and asked if I wanted to carry on with the other two houses?" I giggled as she handed me a mug of tea. "Although he made it sound like an offer, I knew he expected me to say yes, so I'm probably going to be the Trustee's representative for the whole of the Hartwell redevelopment project if the management team agree with him." It would have been lovely to just relax and enjoy a leisurely afternoon in bed together but I had potential tenants to see. I was tempted to change but opted to remain in business dress so I looked like I knew what I was doing as I showed them the flats, and I felt a wave of relief when all of them were clearly impressed with the flats and the house. Jane the nurse I saw briefly at the clinic, took one look at the single bedsit, and said with a big smile. "This is perfect, when can I move in Angela?" "As soon as you're ready." I chuckled as she signed the tenancy agreement on the spot. "Tomorrow?" she asked hopefully. "If you wish, the paperwork won't be through until next week but since you work for Rebecca, I think I can trust you," and gave her the keys and pass cards for the front door and garden doors. Rebecca's PA loved the place but said they were really looking for somewhere a little larger, so I gave them the estates land agents number told her to tell him I sent them, and wanted him to see if we had something suitable available. "The cost will reasonable I can assure you that," I told her as they left. The two girls from the mail order warehouse, were both trans, and eagerly snapped up the attic flat so in the space of four hours I had filled fifty percent of the available properties, and knew a large bunch of flowers were in order for Rebecca. I had another couple coming to look at a flat who were friends of Aunt Marcia, but they were not able to view until Sunday morning so I called it day, and walked to the post box to post the signed agreements to the land agents. "You seem happy," Leigh Anne said unfolding herself from the sofa in my mostly empty front room. "Jane the nurse took the single, and Lucy and Wendy took the attic flat," I said with a grin. "I thought Jane would," she said, "She been moaning about being in a bedsit since her last place fell through, so what's the plan for tonight?" She giggled and started to undress me. "What do you fancy?" I asked as I gave her a kiss. "We've got an hour before I need to put dinner on," I giggled. "Since you mentioned them I've made us a couple of those mini beef wellingtons my mother used to make. It's my first attempt but fingers crossed I got them right." "Sounds wonderful," she said slipping my skirt free and saying as she teased my chastity through my panties as she removed them. "Mmmm I do love knowing that while Lady Leigh is free, my little Angie is all locked up." She gave me a kiss on my cage and added, "Mistress unlocked me this morning, and I've spent all day dreaming about the delights of having my wicked way with you." "Oh yes!" I said shivering as she teased my trapped 'clit.' "And what do you fancy my darling?" "You in this," she held up a maids dress and added holding it open. "In you go Angie, I'm the Mistress this evening and I'll show you your special uniforms little surprise." I slipped the dress on and my god it was short. Leigh Anne sensually zipped it up and then snapped something shut at the back of my neck. Giggling, she dangled a key in front of me and said giving me a kiss. "I've just locked that maids uniform at your neck trapping you as my maid Angie, and now it's time my maid christened her front room, by showing me how happy you are to have me here my lovely, before you spend the evening waiting on me hand and foot darling!" She giggled rudely and she gently pushed me between her legs and said, "You know what I like." I did to, and there was something very erotic about knowing that my cock was locked away for the whole time she was here, and hers was not! We had a wonderful evening, and like she said, she did play Mistress all evening and I loved it. I was a wonderful start to what turned into a perfect weekend. With Leigh Anne staying over and Aunt Marcia giving me the day off to go furniture shopping, next morning we hit the town and had a hoot. Leigh Anne did us both up for the day, and I'll admit I did feel rather exposed in a short, blue dress rather like the one she wore on Wednesday. She also got me to wear four-inch heels, which were not exactly comfortable but they did look amazing as we took a taxi we headed to Woodford's, who were expecting us. Although I expected it to be difficult we found a bedroom set we both liked fairly quickly, and then it was kitchen tables. Since we both like to cook, this caused a little more debate, but we eventually settled on nice light oak table with four chairs, that would work for both eating and cooking. "I'm charging to the Hartwell account," I said as the salesman totted up the bill. "And you are?" "Angela Hartwell," I said, and a signature sealed the deal. "When can I expect delivery?" "Is next Thursday or Friday any good for you Miss Hartwell?" "Friday, anytime," I said. "Bloody hell Angie," Leigh Anne said as we walked hand in hand from the store. "You've just walked into one of the poshest shops in town and spent six grand, and all they wanted was your name and a signature?" "Yes." I giggled. "But Mr. Godfrey the family solicitor told them we were coming today and put my name on the purchasers list so yes all it took was a signature. Let's find some patio furniture, and then I want to buy you something special?" It did not take long to find a couple of garden tables, chairs and two benches for the main garden. We took a little more time selecting a nice table and two chairs, plus pair of convertible sun beds that could also act as chairs for my little garden, but we had all the furnishing shopping done by lunch time. Arranging delivery for the following morning when the salesman totted up the bill and said, "That will be ?2,100 please." Much to Leigh Anne's astonishment I just handed over my credit card, and giggled. "We can go and do some fun shopping now Leigh." "Sometimes," she grumbled when we walked towards the shopping centre, "I wonder if you live in the same world as the rest of us love." "We don't." I giggled teasingly. "You're from what my great-grandmother would have called the lesser classes, while I," I mock polished my nails. "Am descended from royalty." She jabbed me in the ribs and chuckled. "Lady Leigh Anne will get you back for that next time my little Angie is back in her dress waiting on me hand and foot!" "Promises, promise?" I said giving her an empty-headed look. Leigh Anne laughed and said, "Oh god I remember your great grandma. She was that really fierce old lady in the wheelchair who made your mum's blood boil, when she criticised her for behaving too much like, how did she put it? Oh yes a commoner, because she liked to cook." "Yes that's her, now she really was from a different world, I might have more money than I'll ever need, but at least I understand what its worth." I pulled a face. "My great-grandmother on the other hand came from the generation of the upper-classes who never thought about money, and I wouldn't be surprised if she handled currency in her life." "Anyway my love, one day it will be our, not my money." I giggled. "Because you've made it clear that you want me as your completely transitioned girl, but before that happens you're going to make an honest girl out of me love!" "You're mad!" she exclaimed. "Nope, I'm in love." I laughed giving her a kiss. "Come on lets spend some of our money!" Walking through the market I saw a rainbow necklace similar to the one I wore and said, "Fancy one of them to match Leigh?" She was not sure, but gave in when I added, "We might as well as advertise that we're a couple in love." As we meandered round the shops, I did think about the rest of the flat, and collected some sample swatches of curtain material to see what would work best, but in the main we were fun shopping. As our purchases increased we chatted about my Father, and the warning. Leigh Anne's comment was forget it and promptly gave me a kiss in the middle of the shopping centre. "There, if there is anyone following they can have a photo!" Leigh Anne fell in love with a pair of shoes, so I treated her, and treated both of us to some nice lingerie, and a couple of nightdresses. It was a lot of fun, and we both giggled at a coffee stand when Leigh Anne over heard a couple of lad around our age muttering that it was not fair when the 'hot birds' were bloody lezza's after we had shared a quick kiss! Giggling Leigh Anne said, "You've got the sunbeds coming right?" "Yes tomorrow, morning." "Sweet, then you need a bikini and a swimming cossi, because the forecast is lovely and I want to see my girl with a cute bikini tan!" With arms full of shopping bags we eventually got home around six in the evening, and had barely time to kick our heels off and put the kettle on before my phone rang. "Get that Leigh," I called, arranging us a tea-tray, and heard her say. "Angela's phone," and then her calling. "What are we doing for dinner?" "Dunno, why?" "Marcia is on the phone and wants to know if we want to join her for some dinner and then a few drinks in the Nelson as Sam's surprised her with a trip back from Japan for two weeks?" "Want to do that then?" "Yes." And then she said into my phone. "We'd love to Marcia, is half hour forty-five minutes alright we're just back in this minute." "Well!" Samantha exclaimed when we arrived. "I'll be dipped in dog shit! Marcie said you had a surprise for me, but I never thought it would this!" "Hi Sam," I said blushing very brightly as she examined me. "I guess Aunt Marcia did not tell you then that I'm transitioning into Angela?" "No she bloody didn't, but I can't say its a total surprise," she chuckled. "Because I always knew were never going to be straight, but even so." She looked at me again, and said, "My god if we gave you a 1980's hairdo, you'd be the spitting image of your mother." "Wouldn't she just," Aunt Marcia chuckled from the door to the kitchen asking. "Grab a seat at the table girls, and help yourself to a glass of wine." "This is my girlfriend Leigh Anne, and you have met before but it was a very long time ago," I said. "And she looked very different." "Hi!" Leigh Anne said. "And before you ask, yes I'm also trans." Samantha burst out laughing. "My god your father must be furious?" "That's putting it mildly." I giggled. "Apoplectic is probably closer to the truth, not only am I trans but I'm in also in a relationship with another transgendered girl." I shrugged. "In his eyes I couldn't do anything more hurtful or shameful to him, but sod him, its my life, and." I could hear the bitterness in my tones as I carried on. "It's not like he's been that bothered about me since mum died, and he had to send me home to boarding school because I couldn't adapt to becoming an American like he did. I always felt in his eyes the only thing I was good for was when he wanted to wheel me out and show off to his well- mannered intelligent boy to his American oil magnet buddy's when I used to visit him in the States!" "If you ever want to talk about that Angela ask, because carrying that sort of resentment around is not healthy," Sam cautioned. "I know," I said, "And trust me when I say I'm a lot better about letting it go now I'm in transition than I was before I started." Before sheepishly smiling. "Sorry I'm a bit upset with him just now because he got his minion on the estate board of trustee's to try to discredit me at my first official meeting yesterday." "Mike Godfrey came up with a plan to spike that though," Aunt Marcia said, handing out plates of vegetarian spaghetti bolognaise. "And I had a word with Gerry Wilson and asked him to view Angela with an open mind." "That was you?" I said. "I thought Mr Godfrey had tipped him off." She smiled. "I babysat his daughter for him when she was a child, and knew he would be reasonably understanding if I told him why you needed to transition before he started to hear all the nasty the rumours. I knew Gerry would be an open-minded guy because of how he treated me when I came out at a time when we queer types were nothing like as respectable dear." Dinner was wonderful and both Leigh Anne and I were captivated by Sam's stories about living in Japan when you're a nearly six feet tall, blond, female European and the fun you can have when they don't realise that you can speak their language fluently. "I'd love to go there," Leigh Anne said. "I've never been abroad." "You will," I giggled. "I want to take you to Vegas for Pride if you can get the time off in October love," I said with a grin. "Amy and Chrissie are dying to meet you, and are Skyping us at midnight to invite you." "I can't afford that?" she exclaimed. "You won't have to, because I can!" I laughed. "It will be fun." "But?" she said. "Don't try Leigh Anne," Sam laughed and said, "I know how you feel, but it's not worth worrying about. When I met Marcie at Greenham, I never understood how she had no hesitation in spending money on me. Even after 24 years together I've still not got used to it. The best thing you can do is just accept it, if she wants to spend money on you she will no matter how much you tell her not to!" "Oh!" Leigh Anne said. "Okay I guess." Not much later we all decamped to the Nelson, we had a drink together before Sam and Aunt Marcia went to join their friends in the quieter lounge, while Leigh Anne swept me into the arms of local trans community in the more lively public bar. I saw loads of people I knew through the shop, and by the time we fell into a taxi just after eleven o'clock we were both a little merry, and everyone knew I was on my RLT! "Howdi!" Amy exclaimed when we linked up over the internet. "You looked fucked girl!" "Not yet." Leigh Anne giggled. "That's next," well and truly breaking the ice. "We've been in the pub all night," I said feeling rather giggly. "This is Leigh Anne," I kissed her cheek and added, "Leigh Anne, meet Amy my American besty on the left, and her girlfriend Chrissie on the right!" I let Amy chatter at Leigh for a while, before asking. "So what's the plan for Vegas, you said you were looking at hotels?" "We're in at the Luxor under my name, and we're comped." Chrissie said, "I got us two doubles, my sisters father in law's sorted them for us," she giggled. "He's on the board of MGM who own it and now I'm 21 we can stay there." Leigh Anne said, "Comped?" "Complementary love," I said, she looked at me blankly and I said, "I'll explain later, so do you want to meet in Vegas?" "We're going to hire a station wagon, or SUV and drive up from Austin," Amy said, "I've never really seen that bit of America so we're going to sightsee our way up there, and fly back. So you can either fly into Austin and drive up with us or just go straight to McCarran and we'll meet at the hotel?" "Depends on how much time Leigh can get off. I'd like to drive since all I've ever really seen of the States is Dallas, Houston and your place in Austin." "Sweet, I'll get us a big SUV then. So how do you meet, Angie said you were real old friends?" "First day at infants school," Leigh Anne said. "I got lucky because the local primary on the estate was full so I was one of a dozen or so estate kids ." "That's the projects to you," I interjected. "Who got shipped out to the posh primary on the other side of the river, and as Angie's surname was Hartwell-Johnson, and mine was Howard we got sat next to each other and the rest as they say is history." "How cool is that you met as infants and you both turned out trans." "Aunt Marcia, thinks we both saw in each other same issue which is why we became such close friends." "My mum was well freaked when she found out my best friend at school was a proper nob, rather than a plastic one when she found who Angie's mum was." Leigh Anne giggled. "Proper nob?" Chrissie looked at Amy blankly. "Can we colonials have a translation please?" "Angie's mother's family are old money aristocrats, a proper old noble family, who is it you're distantly related to?" "Directly down my grandfathers side, Henry the seventh. The Hartwell's as a family name goes back to one of his bastard sons, but we go back further than that as I've got a great something grandmother somewhere back down the line who was a descendent of Edward long shanks." "So proper nob, is someone from a real noble family." Leigh Anne said, "A plastic nob is the likes of a movie star or any very well off family." "I just love your accent Leigh Anne," Chrissie said. "It's like Angie's but more kinda English somehow." "I like your friends." Leigh Anne said as we fell into bed. "I wasn't sure what to expect after hearing you mention Amy so much, but now I can see why you like her so much. Do you think Mistress will let me go to Vegas with you?" "Can see why not, it's not like either of us can drink there or go into the casino's because you have to be 21 and they card everyone," I said, "Anyway it costs nothing to ask, and she can only say no, but she might say yes. I'll ask her next week, she's coming to the Estate offices next week sometime to meet the land agent and arrange a viewing of that building she's interested as a possible site for her clinic." Waking up next to Leigh Anne was special, I decided as I slipped out of bed, feeling the strange but seriously pleasant after effects of last night's lovemaking when I padded to the kitchen to make us a pot of coffee. By the time I got back the scent of fresh coffee had roused her and she was sat up in bed sleepily looking at me as I came back in. "I could get used to this." She giggled as I carried the tray to the bed, and set it on the bedside table. "What time are Marcia's friends coming to view the flat Angie?" she asked as I burrowed back under the duvet beside her. "Ten," I said, feeling the devil inside me telling me to tease her nightdress covered cock with my nails. "Stop it," she giggled. "Or I'll spank you." "Oww," I giggled with a silly grin on my face. "Is that a promise?" "Yes!" she said, shifting about as I carried on. "And if you carry on like that you'll be having breakfast before I've fed you your meds!" "You've only got your self to blame love," I laughed feeling a strange silliness. "You're the one who's made me junkie for Lady Leigh." "God I've created a monster." She laughed, adding, "I hope you're going to do something about that!" She moaned lightly as something decidedly unladylike shaped the duvet as she tapped my nose and said, "Med's fetch!" With a mocking giggled. "Yes Mistress, they are beside your coffee!" Popping one of each from the blister packs, she put them on my tongue and said, "Swallow!" Before commenting. "I don't know how you can do that without a drink," as I swallowed both pills. "Easy," I said in a tone dripping with innuendo as I teasingly licked my lips. "I like swallowing things." I thought Leigh Anne was going to spit her coffee and pills out, before she controlled herself, and said, "What the hells got into you this morning?" "Dunno, you hopefully!" I teased and burrowed under the covers giggling. I think she really liked her morning coffee, and I know I did when I made Lady Leigh go back to sleep. "Angie?" she asked over breakfast. "Yesterday, when you said I'd have to make an honest girl of you before you had the final chop, did you mean that?" "Every word!" I told her. "Good, just checking," she said with a blush that was at odds with her usual self-confident expression. "You're mine Leigh," I said in an intransigent tone that even surprised me. "And now I've got you back, I'm keeping you." "Okay!" she said. "I surrender." "Good." I blushed and then added, "In all the years of misery that followed mum's passing, there were two things I wanted the most back in my life, my mum and you love." She blushed. "I'm serious," I said, "I can't have my mum back, but I can have you and now I have I don't intend to lose you again." "But why me Angie?" she asked. "What can I offer you? You're rich, bright and destined to succeed at what ever you do, and I'm just a girl from the wrong side of the town." "You offer me everything love," I said, "You're my rock, even when things were really dark when I was in the States and all I wanted to do was just fall into the blackness, somewhere in the distance I knew you were there, and that one day I'd find you." I could see she did not understand, so for the first time ever I actually admitted to someone just how deep my depression got during my sixteen months in the States. "I could very easily have done something very stupid if I had not been sure somewhere in the darkest depths of my mind that one day I'd find you Leigh." I let out a huff and finally admitted it to myself. "If I had not had that love, and was love of you to hang my sanity on, today I'd either be with my mum, or in a loony bin." She looked at me shocked. "The only reason why I didn't go over the edge was knowing that one day I'd find you. So to me you're a hell of a lot more than a girl from the wrong side of town, and you give me everything, and I spent a lot of time trying to find you while I was at Boarding School " We both burst in to tears, and sometime later she said, "You best go shower and clean yourself up babe, because you've got to be Miss property rental businesswoman in an hour love." Thanks to Rebecca and Aunt Marcia, I filled all the flats in my house before the next estate management team meeting, and had another eleven people from the queer world contact me either through the shop or on the phone enquiring about available properties. This meant I approached the meeting feeling a lot more relaxed than I when I attended the Trustee's meeting. This time however I was not meeting people who had not seen me since my grandfather was alive, because I had interacted with all of them after I moved into the house and had picked their brains during my house's final stages. My one saving grace was this time, I was dealing with land and property management professionals and regardless of how they might feel about my lifestyle choices, they looked at the bottom line, and I had I had saved thirty percent in comparison to their projected budget, which meant their eyes I had done a good job. I'll admit I did expect there to be eyebrows raised, and there were but once they got over the shock that 'young' Mr Hartwell-Johnson, was now Miss Hartwell I was surprised by how well they received me as Angela. It was not until a couple of years later that I found out that Mr Wilson the Chairman of the board of Trustees had made it clear to the management team that he expected them to respect me, and my life choices respectfully before the meeting. Obviously I could tell that a few of them did not approve of me, and probably felt like my father, but they were professional enough to work with me, especially as they all knew that one day in the not so distant future there was a very good chance that I would be their boss. "So Miss Hartwell," the current CEO said after I had said my piece. "Since you did rather well with the house containing your flat, regardless of what some Trustee's are saying about your competence, I agree with the chairman that we see how you get on with something a little larger overseeing the other two properties." I had a suspicion that they would give this next, and had sat down with the land agent and worked out both a projected budget and a time scale. Turning to my notes I said, "I'd like that, can you tell me the time scale of the project?" "We were targeting a start date of this month, and the building is being assessed as we speak so we're expecting completion of both properties around summer 2020." "That's, doable assuming you have already nominated contractors?" "We have," He said, clearly expecting my next question because he passed me an file as I asked. "Okay, and can I have the details?" Glancing through it I asked, "And is this all finalised and signed off?" "It is." "Okay, and the budget?" I asked. "We've estimated 200 thousand." It was above my estimation of costs, until it occurred to me that it might include the road surface of the close. "I assume that includes refurbishment of the close road?" "It does," he said. "Well so long as the project specifications cost out in line with the budget I love to have a go at it," I said. After the meeting broke up I walked out chatting to the CEO, and he admitted that he was not sure what to make of me. "Nothing to make," I giggled. "I'm still the same person, I'm just bringing my exterior in line with how my interior always felt." "Well I must say going on what I heard from people, I did not expect you to have been quite so well prepared, or considered." He chuckled. "I think Miss Hartwell that once you get your feet really wet in the business you'll end up a rather formidable businesswoman." "I've big shoes to fill, and I have no intention of not doing just that." Even with Jim Thompson doing his best to ruin credibility, the redevelopment of Harwell Close was now my baby, and I intended to come in early and under budget! "Hey!" I said with a big smile juggling my handbag and briefcase as I tried to give Leigh Anne a kiss when I saw her waiting when I came out of the estate offices mid-afternoon. "What are you doing here? Rebecca said she'd drop you off this evening?" "I had to come in with Mistress to get my bloods done this morning, and she said it was pointless me going home only to come back, and instead put me to work as her PA's office girl." She giggled "It was kind of fun to be honest and Mary, Mistresses PA asked her if she could keep me around, before she finished work about half an hour ago, and Mistress said yes, so I'm an office girl from Monday." I recalled that Rebecca said she would be moving Leigh Anne from a purely domestic roll to working for her business, after we got together. "That's so cool sweetie!" I giggled. "So does that mean we'll get more nights together?" "Hope so." She chuckled. "Anyway Mistress is going to pop round to yours about six tonight to unlock us for the weekend," she giggled. "Well unlock me, because Lady Leigh doesn't allow her little Angie out, so if Mistress offers after she's cleaned you, you better say no thank you Mistress, and have her put little Angie back in her cage, sweetheart!" I blushed. "Yes Leigh." "What do you want to do this weekend?" she asked as we walked hand in hand across the town square. "We've got the flat to organise love, hopefully there is a lorry arriving at the house containing the stuff from my grandfathers I've taken out of storage at four o'clock and a couple of burley removal men to bring it into the flat, and once that's done I was thinking about may be we could try that new Chinese Place on Park Road. A couple of the boys who come in the shop said they had a lovely anniversary dinner there?" "That sounds wonderful," she said, "We can dress up, because I really want to wear that little black dress you got me, and I think you can wear that really girlie pink number, I picked for you with sky scraper pink heels, and lots of makeup like a proper lipstick lesbian!" "Mm-mm I like that idea." Picking up a couple of coffee's from Starbucks as we passed I was surprised that Jill the girl on the counter recognised me, and said, "Usual Angie, you look smart had an interview?" "Please Jill, no I had a formal meeting with my other job in the family business, which needed me to look professional. This is my girlfriend by the way and she'll have the same please." "Oh Pete will be really pissed to hear that." She chuckled. "Even though he's seen your rainbow necklace and pride badge he was so sure you didn't kick for the other side." She giggled and added as she set the machine off. "Not that I'd advise you to say yes if he asked you out, he's a hound, so you can guess what he wants off you?" "Cock!" Leigh Anne giggled under her breath, naughtily. I almost exploded into laughter when Jill gave her a 'did she say that' look as she passed us the coffees, and with a. "See you Monday," turned to the next customer. "Got her!" Leigh Anne said and was still chuckling that she loved doing that to people as we turned to the house. We were almost at the door when the removals lorry arrived and delivered everything I had got out of storage. "Excuse me love." The driver yelled out of the can window. "Do you know a Miss Hartwell?" "Yes." I laughed. "Me." "Right love where do you want it?" He said after parking his lorry and opening the rear doors. "Yer man at Hartwell House said, it was colour coded for rooms." "Anything with a blue tag in the room first left, green in the next room, and the couple of yellow tags in the kitchen please," I said opening the main doors, and showing him where my flat was. "Right you are love, me and the lads can take it from here." They were right as well because in the space of about sixty minutes they emptied the lorry and moved everything into the flat, and thirty minutes after that they had unpacked the paintings and arranged the furniture. By six they were gone and my once Spartan flat was furnished, and the two big painting's had both been hung. The portrait of my mother when she was a teenager was in pride of place on the wall in my lounge, and the other was a picture of somewhere in Scotland that I loved as a child was in the hallway. We still had about half a dozen or so boxes of ornaments, smaller pictures and kitchen appliances to unpack but that could all wait until the morning. "It will do for now," I said to Leigh Anne as we sipped a mug of tea each in the now more homely living room. "What time did Rebecca say she'd be here?" "Six to half past. So anytime now really." She giggled. "And don't forget what I told you." "Yes Miss," I said with a mock curtsey as I stood and move a side table so we both had a clear view of the television from the sofa. "You've been busy," Rebecca said, looking at the now furnished hallway when Leigh Anne let her in. "It's all happened in the last two hours Mistress," she said, "Angie's in the kitchen making a tea-tray, come on through to the lounge Mistress." "Much nicer," she said, smiling at me as I carried the tea towards them. "Still lots to do," I commented following them in. "But we're getting there aren't we babes, please have a seat." Sipping her tea, Rebecca said, "Well I've thought about what you asked Angela, and I'm willing to let Leigh Anne go to the Vegas Pride with you, but I want something in return." "And that is?" I asked. "Nothing much just a confirmed booking to use Hartwell House for a weekend photo cum web shoot for both the clinic and mail order business, and an evening fashion show. I've tried umpteen times to contact the trustees, and never got a response." "Done," I said, "And I can promise that you will have both a response and a booking because I know who the point of contact is on the Trustee's is for yes or no on events at Hartwell House, and Neil Woods is going to get my size six Jimmy Choo stuck somewhere very uncomfortable." I fumed. "How long have you been trying?" "A year, eighteen months may be." Rebecca said. "And he did not even respond?" I asked aghast. "Hartwell House has been losing money for years, it's the one part of the property estate that's always in the red, and he still ignores successful a local businesswoman wanting to run an event and shoot that could raise the house's profile better than any advert... I'm going to bloody kill him!" "Please don't dear." Rebecca said with a smile. "It will mess up your lovely suit, but if you can arrange that for me then Leigh Anne is yours for shall we say three weeks?" "Done," I said as we shook hands. "Don't I get a say in it?" she said with as smile. "No!" We said simultaneously and laughed. "Traded for a photo shoot!" She giggled. "I'm worth more than that!" "Hush or I won't buy you boobs for Christmas love," I teased. Rebecca just laughed, and said, "Well now that's cleared up, I think we can play cut the pack." She grinned and pulled out a pack of card,s "Aces are high and lowest card stays locked. Angela?" She held out the cards. "Cut the pack, and take the top card and put it face down on the table." I shivered, and cut the deck and did as she asked, "Leigh Anne, your turn dear, cut the deck." Her card was placed next to the one I cut. Grinning at us, she lifted the cards and looked at them and giggled. "We have a winner," and promptly put the cards back in the deck and shuffled them. Chortling. "Right girls, skirts down hands behind your back." Singing teasingly. "Will it be Angie, will it be Leigh, they have to wait and see," as she unlocked us and removed our chastities. "Will it be Angie," as she thoroughly cleaned me with a wipe. "Will it be Angie, or," she moved to Leigh Anne. "Will it be Leigh, they'll have to wait and see." As she slipped my chastity back on she giggled. "Oh it's, Leigh, it's Leigh!" She giggled and said dryly. "Your face Leigh Anne was a picture," as she handed her chastity to her saying. "I want that back on you before 8.30 Monday when I pick you up dear. Right girls have fun and don't spend all weekend in bed!" "I'm surprised she gave you another weekend off love?" I said after Rebecca had left. "Me too, but then again she likes you, and I think it's easier for her to find her next sissy-maid if I am out-of-the-way at weekends, especially now that I'm working in her offices more than her home." Leigh Anne said, "According to Cathy, I'm a couple of months ahead of her in terms of when she started to move from her home employment and into the company, as she was a domestic sissy-maid for over a year before she was working mostly in the offices, and I've been with her for just coming up 10 months?" "Going on the time line babe, your boobs have come in a lot quicker than Cathy's did, and you're a lot younger than she was so are developing faster. She was what 21 or 22 before she started on the medications, you were seventeen." I commented as I changed into the pink dress, and started on my face. "You're getting better at that," Leigh Anne said, watching me as I did my makeup and slipped on my killer heels. I was still fussing with my hair when Leigh Anne was ready, even though she started getting changed a good five minutes after me. "So what's the plan for tomorrow love?" she asked as we ate. "I've got to be little Miss Businesswoman in the morning for a couple of hours as the building contractor is coming to show me the problems at number two so I've got to go up the scaffold and I hate heights," I said, "So that will be suit, steel toe cap welly and hard hat I guess, and after that what do you fancy?" "You bikini and the patio." She giggled. "We did not get a chance last Sunday, so this week I want to look at my girl tanning." "Sounds good to me." I giggled, playing footsie with her under the table. I was seeing the contractor off while mentally estimating extra costs from the un-budgeted expenses he had pointed out when showing me the rotten windows, and stonework issues that needed to be addressed. Clutching my clip board of notes with my hard hat on my head I almost wet myself when I saw Charlotte sat in the back of a large black executive BMW that pulled into the close as I said, "Well if it needs doing, I guess we better do it." "Okay Ms. H," he said, "I'll get my lads on measuring up the replacements, and get you a price next week." "Take it as read," I said making my mind up. "Just get me a report and a rough costing, and order the replacement windows and what you need and I'll square the extra costs with the board." He chuckled. "You sound just like your granddad, he was always like that Ms. H." I pulled a face and looked at him. "You know who I am?" "Yep, I do." He laughed. "I can see your mother in you, and don't fret I couldn't give a damn how you live your life, hell my lad Andrew's gay and getting married next month to his boyfriend. You won't have any bother off my lads otherwise our Andrew will kick shit out them. You'll probably meet him next week since he's the foreman on this one." I laughed. "Let's hope that wont be necessary," glancing over to where my father was getting out of the black car. "It that your father Ms. H?" He said. "Yeah," I said, "and last time we spoke he was more than a bit angry with me because I told him I was trans." "Don't sweat it Ms. H, he either likes it or lumps it. Anyway we're done so you might as well as go see him because he's looking over here at you." "Well thanks for coming in and showing me what you found, Mr Graham," I said shaking his hand. "Cheerio Ms. H." Turning I could see a white-faced Leigh Anne at the door with my father looking stone faced at me as I clumped over the close in my big welly's and hard hat. Ignoring him I came up to Leigh Anne tipped her a wink and gave her a kiss, before turning to face him saying. "Hello father, would you and Charlotte like to come in?" Before he could open his mouth I added, "But please no homophobic abuse, or bible bashing about me being dammed to hell because quite frankly I could not give a toss." I gave Leigh Anne a smile and said, "Go and pop the kettle on love." "So you've really done it Robert?" He said looking at me with a mix of disgust and something else. "My name is Angela these days, and if you mean my transition, yes of course, or have you gone blind?" I semi chuckled, adding, "Why don't you get Charlotte I'm sure we'd be more comfortable inside, straight down the hall door on the left." I turned on my heel and walked inside hoping he could not hear my heart thumping with anxiety. "You okay?" Leigh Anne said when I walked into the flat. "Yeah," I said dropping my welly's by the door and hanging my hard hat on the door hook. "They going to come in?" she asked. "Dunno, but he had the weirdest of expressions on his face," I said as I switched my shoes. "Ro, Angela," my father said suddenly walking up. "Charlotte is going to wait in the car." "Okay," I said, "Please come in," "I'll get the tea, would your wife want one Dr. Johnson, I can take it out to her?" "You remember Leigh?" I said, "She was my best friend before you took me to the states." He looked at her aghast. "So it's true what you said to Charlotte?" "Of course I would not have said it otherwise father," I said, adding "Please have a seat as I led him into the lounge." My father did not follow me through the door because his eyes were riveted to the painting of my mother and shocked me by saying in a horse tone, "I miss you," as he looked up in her face. The he abruptly turned on his heel and walked out, for a moment I was tempted to follow him but decided to let him work it out himself. Much to my shock he was back a few minutes later with Charlotte and the boys, and said in a hesitant tone, as he looked from my face to my mothers. "Can we start again please?" The End Peace. Trish 2019.