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Fitting In. By Trish. Edited by Robyn Hoode. Although I lacked the proven track record and degree level qualifications the advertised job specification required, I was considered for Mary's post mainly because I was her 'shop floor' assistant, which put me in the right place at the right time. Mary was the company's IT officer and technical jack-of-all-trades amongst the office and secretarial staff, and, although her job title did not reflect it, she was one of the half-dozen people in the company the MD trusted implicitly. After years of trying, Mary and her husband were finally going to have a baby, but, as it progressed, the pregnancy became difficult and she was told by her doctor to stop working early or risk losing her child. Needing a replacement quickly, Mary mentioned my name as a possible candidate after the MD expressed her disgust at the lack of 'gumption' shown by the bulk of the highly qualified applicants as each came in for their full day 'working' interview. At the time I had been working for the company for about 18 months and, although I had fallen into the job almost by chance, I had come to enjoy working there. The pay was good, the hours excellent and the employee benefits package cracking, in fact the only fly in the ointment was my moronic workmates. They were all nice enough blokes, but my god they were thick and their conversation was somewhat limited to subjects I had very little knowledge of (women) or had no interest in (football and cars). I found it difficult to fit in as I had little in common with them, and I probably did not help myself by being a rather bookish lad, who tended to prefer computers to people. Oddly, when I started there, I felt like a bit of a failure, school never managed to fire my interest and I had left with next to no qualifications past a pair of CSE's, one in computer studies and the other in English. I came to Mary's notice a month or so after I started. I was originally taken on for the ten-week Christmas/New Year rush as a temporary despatch yard handler. Like many companies before the IBM PC revolutionised business technology, the despatch department's computer system was based on an already obsolete PDP-11 minicomputer. As this was a similar computer system to the one I had played with at school I was familiar with its quirks and reliability problems. When it crashed in my first week I was pretty sure I knew what had caused it and when the dispatch supervisor started pulling his hair out because Mary the IT officer was out all day I cockily offered. "I can fix it if you give me an access code." After a bit of 'who do you think you are' attitude from him, the bloke who stood next to him at terminal said. "Look Harry. The lad's young enough to have grown up with the pissing things! Let him have a go." After baffling Harry with computer bollocks he eventually gave me his access code and a couple of minutes later I reset the system and brought the network back online. "Bloody 'ell!" he exclaimed and told me not to tell a soul about how he had let me access the system, before adding. "Now then about the footy." Immediately the conversation returned to the usual content of football, birds and cars and, after chipping in the odd comment about Liverpool's dismal performance, I returned to scanning barcodes and dropping the parcels down the correct chutes. Although I have no interest in football, my flatmate Megs was a typical 'Scouser' and worshipped at the altar of Liverpool FC, and I had picked up enough from her to sound like I knew what I was talking about! I do not think, Mary ever thought I would replace her when she found out about my unauthorised meddling in the despatch yard/shop floor computer. In fact, she was intending on dealing out a bollocking to Harry, for not reporting all the unauthorised program accesses. Thankfully for Harry's machismo just before she walked in, the system crashed big style, and as she scurried forward to do a manual reset she was surprised to hear the system reset automatically and boot back into life. "See told you it would work!" I laughed cheerfully at Harry. "Five lines of code man that's all, no one will ever notice trust me." I had been badgering him to let me insert a couple of lines of code into the master program that set up a subroutine to keep a memory buffer updated with the current jobs and an auto-restart sequence that automatically cleared the boards, and reset from the buffer. "Can I have a word with you, young man?" Mary had walked up behind us while I was gloating about how well my reset sequence worked. The smart top floor suit told me as much as Harry's aghast expression when we looked round to face her. With a flick of her wrist she waved Harry away, and said reading my name badge, "Now then, Don isn't it? What exactly did you do to my computer?" Mary forgot about Harry's bollocking as I explained. She was obviously impressed because next morning I was offered a full-time job and promptly packed off on a two-week crash course at the local Tech, which, much to my astonishment, I passed with flying colours. At school, I had been one of those kids who never got stimulated by learning and consequently fell apart in exams, so when I started I was barely qualified for the dispatch yard job -let alone the IT maintenance technicians post, Mary offered me! Given my dismal academic record, the company was more than pleased with my performance and sent me off on another course, which I also passed. During my first six months I must have been sent off on at least one course a month and within a year in purely industrial IT qualifications, I was her equal. "You know?" Mary mentioned to me about six months after I started working as her shop floor assistant. "The way you're going, if you had the secretarial skills to go with your industrial IT qualifications, there is no reason why you couldn't get a job like mine in the future Donnie." That set me thinking! I knew how much money she was earning, and trotting down to the local 'Tech' I signed up for my first secretarial skills course. The course was fun and I actually found myself at the top of the class, which gave me the confidence to sign up for another one. I can remember laughing to my flatmate when I hung that first certificate in typing, office practice and shorthand on our kitchen note board that my schoolteacher messed up in making me take Metalwork and Technical drawing. "If they had not been so, girls do this and boys do that, I'd have had a chance to find out that I was good at secretarial work and perhaps I wouldn't have had quite such dismal exam results." "Yeah right," my flatmate said reading the sports pages not listening. "Whatever. Let's go to the pub!" As I was doing my courses through the Tech I was able to rattle through them quite quickly. I got a lot of help from Mary who, rather than getting one of the office pool to do it, was good enough to let me practice what I was learning by covering much of her secretarial needs. What with doing IT courses through work and the office skills off my own back, I spent a lot of time book bashing but it was worth it as, not long after sitting the first part of my stage three exams, Mary got pregnant, which eventually led to my name coming up as a candidate to cover for her when she went off on maternity leave. Both the MD and the office manager interviewed me, along with a few agency recommendations, and, seeing the immaculately presented and much better-qualified competition, I did not think I stood a chance. However, in the end, it was Mary recommendation that got me the offer of a month's trial. With the carrot of a whopping great pay rise if I came up to the bosses standards, I ignored the little warning bells that rang in my mind. The top floor office girls were a notorious 'clique' who avoided mixing with the shop floor lot. I started up there on my first day feeling very out-of-place in my cheap suit surrounded by all these immaculately dressed women. Having worked closely with Mary, I had spent more enough time in the executive office to know I was about as popular as a pork pie at a Bar Mitzvah. I expected a level of resentment from the other staff, but nothing like I received. After the laddish atmosphere of the dispatch yard the office suite was a whole new world with its own rules and protocols and, from the outset, 'the girls' hated my presence. Only one person spoke to me pleasantly all day. Her name was Carol and she was one of the account handlers. The rest made it perfectly plain that they believed I was an interloper in their feminine world and the sooner I failed my trial the better! The girl on the next desk to me was so unpleasant that by lunchtime I simply ignored her. Even the woman who had appointed me, the boss - Karen, was clearly chilly towards my presence, although she did hide it better than most. By the end of my first week, I wanted to quit. At least when you're dealing with men it's in your face derision and I was used to that. When you've been the shortest lad in your age group all your life you get used to bullying, but, when it's from a group of women, it is all snide remarks, spiteful put-downs and bitchy innuendo. More than once they had me near to tears in the pokey 'boy's loo' something that getting battered at school never did. Other than refusing to let them see that they had got under my skin, all I could do in response was get my head down and let my work speak for itself. Upset and pissed off, I got home that Friday night and took up my flatmate's offer of going out and getting drunk. Over five pints and a curry I told Meg about my week and could not believe it when a couple of the incidents made her laugh. Reading my expression, she pointed out that if I had known what they were talking about I would not have walked into the put-downs. "Not that I can talk because I made the same mistake when I started my apprenticeship," she laughed, adding with the carelessness of alcohol, that I needed to be more mercenary about work. Telling me that I should do what she did and start getting interested in the kind of things that my workmates were interested in, chuckling. "I read a fuck of a lot of porn and car mags, where you need to start reading women's magazines and the like. If you can contribute to what they are talking about, you start to fit in Don." "Maybe you're right," I said. "Course I am," Meg laughed. "It worked for me. I was the first girl ever to be taken on as an apprentice and my crew really did not want to be saddled with the 'tart.'" She emptied her pint. "Forget the shit you're getting Donnie and think about the cash, man!" she advised waving her empty glass about. "Just keep your mind on that fucking great pay rise if you get taken on full-time... Trust me, because once they realise you're not some macho arse they'll come round like my crew did." There was something flickering in her eyes as she spoke but, before I could probe, she laughed telling me how much my moans reminded her in reverse of what she complained about when she started as Matcher's first female apprentice. True to her word, next morning when she went for her morning paper she returned with an armful of magazines. "Here!" she laughed barging into my bedroom. "Homework," and dumped the stack of glossy magazines on my bed beside me, before more carefully setting a full mug of tea on the night stand. "Ta," I mumbled as she dashed off and started banging about in the shower next door. Eventually waking up enough to get curious I picked up the top magazine and started to flick through it sipping my tea. Chortling, "All you need is a nice nightdress on and you'd look like the lady of the house," Meg said as she stuck her head around my door. "Oh, it's your turn to do the shopping so have something nice ready for dinner... See you," and dashed off to catch her lift to the football. Meg's prediction was true, because, expecting another week of hell, I was in early on Monday morning and got little more than a grumpy, "Morning," from the cow on the next desk when she arrived. "Hiya," I said brightly, "want a coffee? I put the machine on as I came in." One of the little strategies I had picked up from the magazines was to make the morning coffee. It makes the arriving work mates grateful for your presence. "Yeah. White two sugars," she said giving me a strange look and added, to my surprise. "Please." "Sure," I said with a friendly nod. Last week she had barely spoken three civil words to me so just getting a pleasant word from her felt like a little victory. As I returned I could hear the arriving staff commenting along the lines of, "Thank god someone's just made the coffee rather than arguing about whose job it is!" A laugh echoed out of the staff lounge. "Who do I have to thank for this?" The changes in their attitude once it got about that I had been the phantom morning coffee maker were at first slight but, as the days passed, more 'pleases' and 'thank you' were directed towards me. Over the weekend I had mulled over my choice of staff uniform. I should have discussed it with Meg but I was a little embarrassed. Until our conversation Friday, I was going to stick with a boring straight suit, even though the one I really liked was the supposedly unisex trouser suit already worn by about half of the office girls. The thing was the blue suit was likely to make me look like a bit of a pouf, which did not really bother me, but how the hell would Meg react... Secretly, and kept very well hidden, I seriously fancied my odd and very unfeminine flatmate, and I did not want her to think I was turning queer! I did feel a little silly in the pale blue suit, but from the moment I started wearing it, I began to get truly accepted. I expected to attract a few odd looks given the girlie cut of my clothes yet even in public, not one seemed to notice and, once I had been wearing it for a couple of days, I lost any sense of embarrassment about wearing it. Carol, however, took great delight in taking the piss about how 'girlie' it made me look, which a week earlier would probably have been hurtful, but having got to know her humour I laughed as much as anyone. Carol had been the one consistently friendly face the previous week, but by Wednesday things were changing. The cow next door had turned into a short-tempered girl called Jane, who I started to get to like after she told me about her problem boyfriend. Ever so slowly as that week progressed they began to warm to me and relax in my presence to the point that on the Friday evening, just as we were all leaving Jane said holding out an olive branch. "We're all going to the pub Donnie, want to come?" "I'd like to but I am busy tonight," I said. "Megan's back from a course." "Oh okay then," Jane said looking a little sheepish. I think she knew just how much of a cow she had been. "I'll see you on Monday." "Have a good one Jane," I said and walked out. "Well, how was week two?" were Meg's first words as I got home? She had gone on a week's course the previous Monday and we had not spoken. "Nice office uniform by the way." Her eyes flicked over the androgynous lines of my blue suit laughing appreciatively. "Just girlie enough to make you look cute, very cute in fact!" "Just what I wanted to hear thanks, Meg!" I grumbled secretly delighted. "I avoided the straight male suit because you said to fit in." I did not admit that I actually preferred the uniform before we spoke, and really liked how it made me look. I think Meg, who knew me intimately after sharing a flat for two years, guessed, as there was something in the way she laughed and told me in a controlled tone. "Go get changed and I'll let you spend some of your new earnings on buying me a Chinese for dinner." The physical side to her job had honed Megan's naturally powerful form. She was not a particularly feminine woman nor conventionally attractive, being tall and blocky rather than slender. Her eyes were close set together on a flat overly square face, surrounded by cropped wiry hair and she was about as delicate as a Chieftain tank. With a laughed and non-to serious, "Yes dear," I left giggling. We were not a couple as such, but we did go out together all the time and many of our acquaintances assumed we were. Much to my delight Meg never made any attempt to dispel such assumptions, and I would not dare tell her, as it would ruin our friendship. "You know I meant what I said earlier," Meg said as we walked back from eating. "About you looking cute?" "Yeah," I nodded, now wearing my usual scruffy faded jeans and an old rock band tee-shirt under a fleece jacket. "You're going to have to get some casual clothes cut like your work suit," she giggled and slipped her hand about my waist, "|Because you looked smashing when you walked in, and a real disappointment when we went out!" When she wanted to be, Meg was always very tactile around me after a drink and the hug to her side as we walked was nothing unusual. "I did?" I said astonished. Given Megs total lack of anything that could be described as conventionally feminine, I expected her to dislike the look the suit gave me. "My suit's not too girlie looking then?" I asked a little hesitantly. "Not for me..." Meg laughed giving me a squeeze. "To tell the truth I want to take you shopping, and have you wearing that sort of look all the time." "I'm in town in the morning?" I tempted with a smile, never expecting her to agree as she was playing football for her works team. "Great," she laughed. "It won't take long, I know just what I want to see you in!" her hug got firmer as she added. "We're at home this week and it's the quarter-final of the companies' league. I can take you shopping and then have you looking cute on the touchline cheering me on!" Laughing. "Don't I have any say in this?" I laughed all the more when she said. "Nope... Not really." Meg's idea of shopping is quick-fire. She goes into town knowing what she wants, gets it and leaves, which is the way I normally did things. This time I felt different. The shops were not the sorts I had been in before and I would have liked to have had longer to browse. The fashionable clothing stores she led me though were clearly aimed at the feminine market and triggered a few embarrassing ideas when I realised that even though she was sober she kept handling me. Not that I was given any time to consider the odd ideas bouncing about my head or choice in what was going on my debit card because by ten thirty we were back at home and I was feeling a little foolish in wearing a pair of hipster jeans that hugged my backside and thighs before flaring out a little from the knee in a bootleg cut and tight sleeveless top. "Sweet!" Megan commented gazing at me with an expression that warmed my heart before she chivvied me out and back into her car. Like with my work uniform no one batted an eyelid at my appearance as I stood with a gaggle of player's partners watching Meg and her team-mates get trounced by the visitors. That night at the post-match social I kept sensing something new in Megan's attitude to me. It was subtle and I was probably the only person who noticed but for the life of me I could not work out what had changed. Every now and again especially from a distance at, say, the bar, she would get a strange look in her eye and I felt sure it contained more than affectionate friendship, but I assumed it was affectionate derision. More than once that weekend I felt sure she was about to ask me something, only to have her blush faintly and clam up! This was most unusual behaviour for Megan who was usually brutally direct, and I just prayed she was not trying to ask if I was gay! Strangely, even with that fear on my mind, I also knew Meg and I were getting closer. She had always been tactile, but now her hands were all over me, which all resulted in me feeling pretty damn confused! I knew she could not approve of my increasing preference for a more feminine appearance, yet she kept pawing me. Over the next couple of weeks as I slowly integrated into my new job, I really started to enjoy work. I was actually getting to be friends with most of the office girls, and no longer felt a pariah when eating my lunch. It was just as well I had because Megan's company at frustratingly short notice sent her off to the States for two-weeks as the 'engineer' to answer technical questions on a sales trip. It was annoying for two reasons. I really liked how she was looking at me, and our friendship seemed to have jumped to another level. The lurch of loss I felt when she was not home startled me. Meg was always off on trips and I had never missed her like that before! At work I was fine. As I was still finding my feet in my new job I was kept very busy with keeping up with everything that came with Mary's position but I was enjoying it. However, outside of work, I was listless and I spent much of that first week feeling lost. The worst part was the weekend, which was only highlighted by a brief call from Meg. Just hearing her voice was a relief but also horrid, because it reminded me of how much I was missing her! After grumbling all week to Jane about Megan's employers sending her to the States, I accepted the invitation along to the usual fortnightly Friday night out. Having seen over previous weeks how the girls brought a change of clothing in and got ready after work, I followed suit. My bitter complaints about the lack of facilities in the men's loo when I reappeared raised a laugh or two. I was wearing Megs favourite pair of jeans, and a long sleeve unisex clingy cotton top which generated a couple of appreciative whistles as we milled about reception waiting for the last stragglers. Karen was doling paper cups of wine around and I was told several times that a pair of heels and long leg jeans would really improve my legs, which got me thinking again about the ideas that my shopping trip a fortnight ago had triggered. Although at first, I had altered my style of dress and interpersonal behaviour to fit in with my new workmates, I would be lying if I did not admit that I found I liked how I looked. I also found in many ways that the way I needed to behave around my workmates felt a lot more natural to me than the 'one of the lads' front I had used in the dispatch yard. For the first time as we barrelled out, I felt totally accepted as part of the group when Karen the MD chivvied, "Come on girls," as we started to straggle behind gossiping. "Right then, you're spoken for, right Donnie?" Jane said as we walked down to town. I shrugged. "Sort of?" "The big lass I keep seeing you with?" Carol chipped in. I nodded. "Yes Meg, my flatmate." "Well are you or aren't you?" Jane said asked, reading my blank expression with a silly impatient smile. "Look has she shagged you?" "No." I shook my head shocked at the bluntness of her question. "Do you want her to?" "Yes," I said blushing wildly under her questions. "And do you think it likely? You're always out together?" Carol asked. "Think so," I said, as we swept up to the bar and started rattling orders out. "Okay, you're a spoken for then," Jane grinned. "We don't want to risk boyfriend/hubby problems getting in the way of our girl's night," Raising her voice she shouted. "Girls, Donnie's spoken for okay?" "Fool!" was one comment that stuck in my mind, after the voice added, "It's man central here on a Friday night?" Everybody laughed when the voice added. "Oops sorry Donnie." Off work, they were gossipy, quite bitchy and a lot of fun. All my study of women's magazines, soaps and celebrity gossip paid off as it enabled me to join in the conversations. Without realising it I had done it. I had done exactly the same thing in the dispatch yard with football and cars, only this time I was actually enjoying what I was learning. A few times the ribald nature of the conversation astounded me. Even the lads in the dispatch yard would have blushed with some of what was said, but my god did they make me laugh. I think that's my main recollection of the night -laughing. Oh and drinking, because I awoke next day in my own bed feeling ill with the phone ringing in my ears. "Yeah," I said the wrong way into the phone. "Hiya cutie." Meg's voice was too bright and loud for 6 AM and had me groaning. "Meg, it's six in the morning." "I'm pissed up and pissed off!" she laughed making me wince at her volume as I groped for the glass of water I had been sober enough to leave beside my bed the night before. "So I thought I'd cheer myself up chatting to you, as I'm stuck at a sales party on the wrong side of the pond surrounded by drunk American gun nuts trying to get into my bloody knickers!" "And I've got a hangover!" I grumbled. "I can hear that," she laughed, "hope you've not been out pulling?" The half anxious concern in her tone was clear even through my woolly head. "I wish," I half-laughed waking up a little as her concern thrilled me. "Carol's seen us out together often enough that Jane put me in the 'spoken for' bracket. Any girl who came too near me for any length of time last night was quickly seen off!" "And who is Jane?" Meg's tone was dangerous and I could hear the booze in her. "The cow in the next cubical," I laughed. "Although she's not being a cow to me any more, anyway we chatted a bit about her problem boyfriend. Well, I think we did as I sure we had a long talk about him last night... Dunno really as last night's all a bit hazy as we're drinking those WKD things." "Why?" Meg asked I was usually pints of larger. "I got told that Karen, that's the boss by the way, had paid some money behind the bar for everyone as a thank you. WKD was on two for the price of one special offer so we were all drinking the stuff." "God knows why through straws though," I laughed as the room suddenly went a little woozy as my hangover caught up with my conversation and I groaned. "Never again!" "No chance cutie!" Meg laughed, sounding much brighter. "I cannot wait to have you drinking through a straw as I guzzle a pint!" "Anything, if you'll let me go back to sleep!" I said feeling a little sick. "Anything eh?" Meg laughed. "I'll remember that." Forgetting all about how I felt, my heart tipped up as her tone changed as she said. "Look I just called to say I really missed you and well wanted to hear your voice." "Oh." I felt myself throb excitedly. "In that case, I can forgive this time." She laughed and then said in a more embarrassed tone. "I cannot believe that I need to tell you this on the phone when I'm four thousand miles away, but I well, ummm," I could almost see the tongue-tied expression on her face as she said. "Will you?" "What?" I said feeling my heart thumping. "Look... I umm." In my mind's eye, I could see her screwed up faced, embarrassed expression as she stuttered and stammered. "I never realised how much I need you in my life until I left this time and you know everyone thinks we are a couple, well ummm?" She did not have to say any more and the half-hopeful/half fearful tone she used made me feel weepy with delight. "Erm yes." I felt myself blushing a little. "I think I already did..." The whistling sigh of relief down the phone was followed by a pause before Meg laughed in her more usual boisterous tone. "Well, you are!" "Miss you." I wanted to sob. "Same here, Cutie," Meg said. "Oh, bollocks got a fat yank bearing down at nine o'clock... " she grumbled. "Look I'll be home Thursday night about 9ish..." her tone turned hopeful as she added. "And if you're wearing something nice love I'll even bring you a couple of pressies home." As she put the phone down I could hear an American voice saying, "Howdy, I'm Wendell an I been told ..." It was Saturday lunchtime before I got over my hangover and all I could think of was Megs request. With no real intention of shopping, I shoved my wallet in my pocket and walked down to the town to clear my head and bumped into Carol. Who promptly dragged me into a shoe shop and asked my opinion of a pair she liked. I guess I said all the right things because she bought the shoes, and offered me a coffee. Coffee sounded good and, chatting about the previous night, I mentioned Megs early phone call. "She's due back from two weeks in the States Thursday night, and I was thinking about buying myself something nice to surprise her in." "Want some help looking?" she offered, adding more quietly, "And if it's a dress you're looking for I won't laugh." "Eh?" The comment stunned me and with a little giggle she gave me a sly nudge and said lowering her voice. "You do know all the girls think you're a transvestite?" "What? Why?" I said clearly surprised. I'll not deny that the idea had occurred to me more than a few of times since I had noticed the more girlish I looked the more affectionate Megan was to me. Carol's eyes were twinkling as she added in the same low tone. "Why else would you wear a women's trouser suit to work and, let's face it, your style is more girlie than androgynous?" She shrugged. "Hell, I don't care what you are, one way or the other." I shrugged. "Look Carol, honestly I don't know. I picked the suit to fit in with you lot it was the closest they did in a male cut. Meg said I looked cute and bullied me into buying some similar cut casual things. I liked how I looked, and-" I grinned. "I really liked how she reacted, so I bought some more, and help! This is in ... What? ... four weeks?" Carol smiled and said, "So what are you looking for then?" I blushed a little and said, "Both you and Jane said... Ah!" Enlightenment hit me, "You were trying to find out if I was a tranny when you said about my legs looking better in long leg jeans and heels?" "Guilty! Carol laughed "And the verdict is still, I think, open?" "Don't ask me," I shrugged giving her a giggle as I added, "And you can make what you want from me looking for the jeans and heels?" "Tranny!" Carol giggled lightly as we walked from the coffee shop. It felt a little odd at first wandering about the town centre with ever-increasing numbers of garish bags. It was mostly Carols shopping, but two of the bags I held when she finally called it a day, did contain my purchases. I had two pairs of very tight, low-cut, long- legged jeans and a pair of ankle boots that could just at a stretch be described as androgynous. Carol had also been keen on an outfit we saw on a dummy it was a puffy sleeved short-cropped top and pair of black pants with a metal chain belt. I was not really struck by it at first but Carol was insistent and after some haggling, with her, I gave in and bought it as well.' We were munching a pizza well after six when Carol said. "You don't want a VPL spoiling your bum Donnie, so a thong is a must those pants and heels. We can drop in M&S on the way to the taxi and get you a couple." I have only ever been in a shop's lingerie department before with Meg and her choice was for plain unisex. Carol's was not and we toured all the exciting lacy stuff before she selected a three pack of thongs, which were way more feminine than anything in Meg's wardrobe! Casually informing me as we queued. "This place is okay for the basics. Like these are okay for work but if you really want to surprise your Meg?" Carol grinned. "Then we need to hit 'Night Delights' next week and get you something really special!" "Perhaps..." I said thinking it over as I paid. "Let's see how Megan reacts to the heels?" "She'll love 'em," Carol chortled into my ear as we waited for a taxi. "She's bound to because you're going to be looking and feeling like one hot-babe!" "Thanks?" I said not sure if a hot-babe was quite what Meg had in mind when she said to wear something nice? "Well if you ever want to shop I'm your girl, and it was obvious you enjoyed it so?" Carol grinned. "Thanks, I will," I laughed. "Though that's the first time I've ever done any like that, with Megan it's straight to the shop, buy it go home." "Ah!" Carol laughed. "Your Meg's a female boyfriend!" Her giggle was rich and rude, "Honey, you should have bought that mini dress and killer heels I was looking at and she'd be putty in your hands!" Getting home exhausted I tried my new boots and jeans in front of the telly. The heels took a little getting used to but by the end of the night, I had pretty much cracked walking in them. With what Carol had said that afternoon about the office thinking I was a transvestite I sat back and sipping a cup of tea mulled over the last few weeks. Could I really be a tranny like they thought? Well yes, I reluctantly admitted somewhat shamefully to myself! I did not know whether to laugh or feel sick when realised what had started out as a means of fitting in at work and perhaps attracting Meg, had changed to something else entirely. A few times during the afternoon when Carol had been looking at dresses, and skirts I had been seriously tempted by her suggestions before bottling it and buying the jeans. Feeling a little confused about everything, I landed up chatting to Jane about it all on Monday afternoon as we finished work. She was a good listener and made a couple of valid points one, which stuck, was sex is genetic, but gender is something else. She could not tell me what else, but it was enough to have me mulling over what she had said when Carol bounced up and hopped onto the edge of my desk. "Not wearing your new boots Donnie?" "They looked naff with trousers," I admitted. They exchanged a meaningful look before Jane laughed apologetically. "Erm look on behalf of everyone, we want to say sorry for our behaviour when you started!" "Forget it," I said magnanimously. "For all, you knew I could have been one of those misogynous thugs from the despatch bay." "Well to show it," Jane reached into her desk and pulled out a bag, "Carol suggested I pulled these from stores this morning. It's a pair of long leg uniform trousers no one will notice that they are women's?" Carol butted in with a gurgled. "Now you can wear your boots for work to really get confident for Thursday night..." "Hey, thanks!" I said not hiding my delight. "Anyway those black trousers would really look better with a pair of strappy slightly higher heels," Carol laughed. "So if you fancy shopping for a few special items tomorrow evening, me and Jane are doing nothing." "What are you three doing here this time of night?" Karen the boss said attracted by our voices as she left. "Making arrangements for a shopping trip with Don, to get something special to wear for his girlfriend getting home?" Carol said. Karen's face showed no surprise, as she asked with a slight 'knew it' smile. "So it's safe for me to assume that we do have a tranny working here or what?" "Yes!" Carol laughed. "Sort of." Did everyone think I was a cross-dresser? I wondered as Carol attempted to clarify her statement with what I had tried to explain to her Saturday. Laughing lightly Karen waved the explanation aside saying, with a glance at her watch. "I don't mind how my staff dress for work so long as they conform to office dress and appearance codes. If Donna wants to come in I don't care, so long as she looks the part." Both Carol and Jane grinned brightly and nudged me giggling school girlishly. "Donna!" "Thank you," I blushed. Karen smiled kindly at me and said, "Oh yes, and while I remember Donna, as of today, your job is permanent ... Now I must be off." She got two steps before saying, "Oh and Jane order a uniform from Walton's in Donna's size first thing in the morning." Jane's smile went from ear to ear as she laughed. "Will do Karen, because, wearing one of them Donna will really be one of us!" Karen was half way down the corridor when suddenly called over her shoulder. "Oh and for gods sake Donna, do something about your eyebrows? The Manc mono brow look is ugh!" Her laugher echoed down the hall as she laughed. "Bye girls. "Well that's that then Donna," she grinned. "I do prefer that name," and laughed. "Like it or lump it you're our official a cross-dresser now." "Yes, and Karen wasn't half right about the mono-brow," Carol laughed, "I've got nothing planned tonight? Want me to do them?" "Busy tonight," I said pulling a face, admitting I was sitting my last secretarial exam at the tech. The long leg uniform pants were unlike my others clearly cut for a female. A tight flat front with no fly, or waistband as such with hook button fastening, instead they fastened by a hook and short zip at the base of my back and until I worked out how to arrange myself they were not the most comfortable of garments about my crown jewels. They did however once I had my heeled boots on do wonders for my legs and bum. Embarrassingly it looked like I had a pair of women's legs sticking out of my jacket! I was so tempted to take them off but knowing that Carol and Jane would never let me hear the end of it I quelled my anxiety and went to work. Like on first morning in my uniform I was embarrassed as hell when I left home. I felt sure every one could tell I was wearing heels and women's pants as I sat on the bus. Security waved me through the gate when I walked up with a cheery, "Morning miss," which still had me blushing like a beetroot when Jane walked in to the office a couple of minutes after me. "Wow! Donna nice botty!" she whistled approvingly at my bum as I made the morning coffee. She was part of a whole gaggle of staff all of whom heard me called Donna and with in an hour everyone was calling me it. As I trotted about I could tell I was being ogled and I got more than my fair share of pinches which being honest I probably deserved as I was enjoying all the attention. Thankfully by lunchtime everyone was used to my new look and the comments ceased, which was a relief because the pants had one big problem. Unlike my jeans, which were quite restrictive, the work pants showed every lump and curve, which made me feel like my crotch was on show. A hard on in these pants would not be discrete and it was just well that no one got too enthusiastic in their attentions or I would have given myself away! The pants were not so bad after I worked out I could tuck myself back between my legs and pull everything tight to keep it there but even so it was a little like walking a tight rope! After seeing me rearrange myself a couple of times Jane snickered. "I think we need to get you a little support there, Donna because that cock in a frock lump of yours is a dead give away." I brought in a pair of jeans I had got on Saturday, and after work changed into them and a sweatshirt. Driving into the city Carol announced that first up were my eyebrows. I already knew from this morning that from behind I could easily be mistaken as a woman but once my eyebrows had been done. Even without any noticeable breasts and next to no makeup I was addressed as miss more than once, and even had shouted at me, "Careful love, that's the gents loo," when I needed a pee! I did look bloody different as well, the whole upper section of my face looked totally odd with my caterpillar eyebrow reduced to a pair of well-tended arches. The effect was made even worse by the addition of a little eyebrow colour, and mascara, which was part of the eyebrow wax treatment. Jane however loved it and spent the rest of the evening trying to convince me to get my ears pierced along with providing me with a mascara and pencil. Carol however was in charge and in quick succession I acquired a very sexy night set, a plain nightie and pack of tight elasticised thongs for work. I was having a great time and I wondered why Megan never shopped like this as the three of us meandered round the shops chatting. With her gift of the 'gab' it was not too hard for Carol to convince me that a pair of strappy cum fuck me heels would really make my outfit and we spent ages selecting a pair before Jane announced that I would need a pair of short hold up stockings, which thankfully the shop sold. "Are we done?" Jane asked. "Think so," Carol laughed, and promptly dragged me into the Body Shop. A fragrant bath set and matching perfume was added to my purchases, before we finally headed back to the car park. "Hey you'll need a pedicure as your toes would be on display Donna," Carol added as we drove home. "Mmm a pedicure sounds good," Jane said looking round at us. "All round matching toenails?" "Yes!" Carol agreed. "Jane's place is nearest. How about a pizza and paint each others toenails!" It was a lot of fun, and I rather liked the friendly teasing about my hairy legs but lubricated by a bottle of wine I gave as good, as I got. Although I was totally unaware of it and neither probably were Carol and Jane but in fitting in with the feminine atmosphere of the office I had aped many of their gestures and adapted to using the same sort of body linguistic cues. As I sat there with them and saw myself in the mirror for the first time and realised just how much that effect had been amplified by my clothing, I was astonished. No wonder I had been taken so readily as a female. I looked like one! It was gone ten when I finally got home and as I took a long shower with my mind a whirl with conflicts. I hoped I was doing the right thing every time I caught sight of my pale purple toenails and felt a little sick. Emotionally I was a little twisted and conflicted, I felt sure that Meg would hate me because I had gone too far with my toes and eyebrows. Yet for the first time in my life I liked what I saw in the mirror and I was not sure I wanted to go back to how I had been, even if Meg did detest it. Scented by the shower gel I had showered with, I could not resist the plain nightdress that Carol convinced me to buy. Slipping it over my head I blushed. It felt oddly sexy against my skin as I curled up on the sofa. I was sipping a cup of tea half watching the late news and half my reflection in the front room mirror. It had me transfixed and if the phone had not trilled, I probably would have been there all night. "Where you been all evening?" Megan asked sounding grumpy and tired. It was noisy where she was and I could hardly hear her. "I'm stuck in LA Airport. Waiting for the flight to Washington and been trying to phone you all afternoon." I laughed delighted to hear her voice. "Megan! Sorry went shopping with a couple of the girls after work," I bubbled happily. "Oh?" she said with that hint of jealously in her tone again. "Well what else am I supposed to do when you're on the other side of the world?" I pouted down the phone. "And anyway you asked me to wear something nice for you to come back to," I laughed. "So I needed to do some shopping, I think you'll like what I bought?" "And that is?" she asked, now sounding excited. "Wait until Thursday," I giggled. "It's a surprise, but I've spent a fortune for you." "So you should," Megan laughed adding hopefully, "Any chance of Friday off love, we need to talk?" "I wish I could Megs," I said ruefully. "But Karen would have my nuts." "Karen?" Megan's jealousy was back. "My boss, Karen the MD," I laughed, adding, "And you'll owe her, if you like what I've bought because a lot of it came from her suggestions," My voice suddenly felt all croaky as I nearly wailed, "I cannot wait until you're back because I have had a surreal couple of weeks and need someone to talk about it with. Someone I trust." "Awwwa!" Megan said. "You missing me that much?" "More than you could ever imagine," I said hugging a pillow against me. "Well my flight is due to land at Heathrow just after five on Thursday night. Assuming I don't get harassed by customs and don't hit any cock ups on the train into London and the run back out I should be home nine, nine-thirtyish." "You'd better be," I said actually feeling a little weepy. "I'm lonely without you." "Silly bugger!" She laughed affectionately, and then she must have lifted the phone from her face as I could hear the screech of a flight call in the earphone. "Bloody 'ell, finally get through," Megan grumbled. "And sods law rears, that's my flight sweetheart. I'll try to call you tomorrow night, love you." "Sweetheart!" She rang off before I could answer and I spent a long time just looking at the phone. Megan said she loved me? I could not help the giggle of giddy delight that filled me as I finally went to bed. Only to lie there awake wondering what the hell was happening to me? Ever since that phone call early Saturday morning I had been in a bit of daze, just the thought of her got me either feeling weepy and emotional, or sent me wandering about with a silly smile on my face! The next two days dragged but with work getting steadily more chaotic as Friday's deadline approached I was glad of the distraction. Having just been confirmed in post I felt I had something to prove anyway and threw myself in head first. Yet even though it was mad busy, Thursday crawled by and frustratingly just as I was about to leave Karen called me into her office. Worried that I screwed up somewhere, I was like a cat on a hot tin roof when I politely knocked and walked in. Karen was sat looking very relaxed with her feet up on her desk swigging a can of diet-coke. "Hiya Donna," she laughed swinging her legs off the desk and twisting round on her chair. "Got something here for you?" Off the cabinet behind her she pulled uniform hanger and three blouses. "Here you go," and held them out to me. "Thanks," I said not hiding the delight on my face as I took the hanger. "Thank you." Karen grinned contentedly and put her feet back up. "I wanted to give them you personally, and tell you that I will be looking forward to you wearing it." I laughed ruefully. "I think I'll need a bit of practice and prep before I can but I will." I smiled suddenly feeling tongue-tied. She gave me an understanding look and offered, "Well if you need any help on your appearance or if you get any harassment from any of the staff to tell me." "Oh yes... Thank you, I will," I stuttered. Karen nodded and added. "But remember that I will expect you to attain the same standard of appearance and personal grooming I'd expect from any of the other girls." I nodded smiling and said, "Oh... Okay." Karen gave me a salacious wink as she said. "Now run along dear, because I know your boy..." She blushed. "Sorry girlfriend is back tonight." I laughed examining the blouses, and said, "No need to apologise, Jane calls her my female boyfriend." "Well whatever," Karen laughed. "Oh and from your flex sheets I think we can get by without you until ten or eleven in the morning." "Thanks Karen," I said with a grateful laugh. Carol had offered to give me a lift home as she had to pick up her sister from the university and as I walked out she laughed at my delighted expression. "Now you'll have to start shaving your legs Donna!" She flicked her finger at the uniform in my hands, and added. "Because I told Jane to order you the short skirt like we wear." I blushed a little wondering just what a short tight skirt like hers was going to feel like when I put it on... Even with a supermarket stop for a can of shaving foam and a ladies razor the lift meant I had an extra half hour of languishing in the bath. Lay there relaxed by the warmth and a glass of wine it seemed like a good idea to take Carol's advice and shave my legs. Deep down I think it was when I did this that regardless of Megs reaction I was going to wear my new uniform. God it felt sexy surrounded by the bath oil's pungent odour as I ran the razor up and down my legs until they felt silky smooth. The perfume in the oil clung to my skin like an aura as I carefully dressed myself in the sexy red satin thong Jane had suggested. Instead of the knee length hold ups I had worn practising in my high-heels, we had picked up a pair of thigh length fine black nylon hold up stockings. My limp objections had been quashed when Carol said, "With that sexy thong and these you'll look and feel sexy, which is what your Megan wants, otherwise she wouldn't encourage you to dress like you do!" That was my mantra as I slowly dressed. If shaving my legs felt sexy then the stockings were amazing, they felt wonderfully erotic against my shaven skin. Even though I was alone I blushed like mad because the stockings really turned me on. So much so I needed to get my pants on quickly or I never would get them over my lump! It was a crush but I managed to wiggle into them and get everything fastened up before slipping my heels on and fastening the little buckles. My purple toes stood out under the nylon and my excitement was almost halted as a wave of uncertainty filled me. How was she going to react? The top showed a bit of mid-drift and the short puffy sleeves indicated it was clearly a feminine top, and I was dithering about drying my hair when Megan got home an hour early. The look in her face was one I shall treasure as she stopped dead in her tracks and gasped. "Fuck me!" The crude greeting was punctuated by a bang as her bag and jaw simultaneously hit the floor! "Well," I said feeling like I was going to be sick, "was this what you had in mind." The enormous smile that replaced the dumb struck expression said it all as she babbled. "Oh my yes... You were cute before but... Wow, I'm stunned. I always hoped to see you looking well..." Megan blushed. "More feminine I guess, but this is wow!" In two steps she bounded over the room and gave me a huge kiss. Even in my new three-inch heels I was not her height and wrapping my arms about her neck, it seemed natural when one of my legs bent up at the knee leaving me precariously balanced against her. "Mmmmm!" she murmured. "You smell wonderful, and..." She laughed lightly. "Oh yeah!" "So do you like my outfit then?" I said after we broke apart. "Hell Yeah," she laughed. "Do us a favour love, go fetch me a beer." She gave me a light spank on my bum. "So I can appreciate you in motion..." I could feel her eyes on my arse as I tip tapped my way to the fridge and back. Popping the can she gave a twirl of her finger, drinking in my appearance with obvious relish as she absently guzzled at the tin. "You need a shower," I laughed getting kissed a second time as she pulled me into her other arm. "Yeah I know," she said sinking onto the sofa and taking me with her, so I ended up balanced on her knee. She had one arm about my back and the other resting on my thigh and her hands felt lovely. For a moment she looked absolutely exhausted but suddenly lived up chortling. "You will not believe how much I've dreamed of seeing you looking like you are now on my knee?" "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked as Megan's eyes went wide. Ignoring my question she exclaimed, "You've got your eyebrows plucked and are wearing mascara... Cool!" "Ummmh... Yes," I said feeling a tingle running though me as Megs slipped her hand under the back of my top. "That was Karen, the boss' idea." "And why did she suggest that?" Megan asked grinning as I blushed. "Well... Um, you see, they all think I'm a transvestite, and when Karen found out she ordered me up." I pointed to the uniform hanging on the door. Any doubts I had about Megan's initial reaction to me appearing feminine vanished as she said clearly delighted, "Oh wow! Hope you're going to wear it." "Not even tried it on yet," I admitted. "But you are going to," Megan told me, "even if it's just for me!" her eyes were burning with desire. "The thought of you looking full on girlie is really hot!" "If you want?" I said blushing under the intensity of her gaze. "Oh... Cutie, I do!" she laughed. "Now be a sweetie and fetch me another beer?" Her smile got wolfish as she added, "So I can enjoy your sexy long legs and bum all over again." Laughing I did as she asked, deliberately swaying my hips as I walked away. "I'll get it," Meg called when the phone started to ring. "Who?" she said and swigged the last of her beer listening to the phone before grinning. "Oh Donna? Yes she here," she laughed, "fetching me a beer actually, yes I'm Meg." Who ever it was obviously asked something that made her laugh and say. "Thanks for that, I owe you one!" Grinning she handed me the phone with a pat on my bum mouthed. "I'm going for a shower." And moved me onto the seat. It was Carol. She was being nosy and the first thing she said was. "Told you that you should have got that mini dress and killer heels. Now, how's it going?" Her eager prying chatter kept my occupied for most of Megan's shower, and I was only able to get her off the phone when I said, "Look got to go, I'll speak to you in the morning." Wearing her usual jogging bottoms and football shirt Megan was grinning like a loony when she reappeared pinching her arm! "Hallelujah! It's not a dream." Flopping back on to the settee she laughed. "God its good to get home, love," and then blushing a little asked, "So tell me whose bright idea was it to change your name to Donna?" "That was another of Karen's ideas," I said a little sheepishly, handing her another beer. "Remind me to say thanks." Meg grinned happily, before blushing and saying. "Pass my briefcase will you sweetie?" Passing her case over I grinned, feeling all tongue-tied. Giving me a look she popped open her case and Megs expression told me that she knew exactly how embarrassed I felt. She grinned saying hopefully as she rooted about inside. "If I pick you up after work tomorrow and take you to get your ears pierced, would you get upset?" "No," I said with a red-faced shrug. "If you want me wearing earrings I'll wear them." Megs grin went from ear to ear as she said, "Here," and handed me a wrapped parcel. "I bought this for you in LA..." Her smile twisted a little as she laughed self mockingly. "Never thought I be giving them to you though?" "Oh my!" I gasped inside were four smaller boxes. The first contained a pair of long dangling earrings. The second contained a matching necklace and bracelet. The third and smallest box contained a second pair of earrings, while the final box in the set contained a ring. "I'll have to get my ears done twice Meg," I twittered astonished at the present. "Wow thank you..." I was lost for words and instead pulled her onto the couch beside me, saying excitedly, "Put them on me," as I hopped back on her knee and soundly kissed her. "Oh I like your toes and you're wearing tights for me!" Megan exclaimed as she clicked the necklace about my neck. I giggled. "Nope, stockings!" She tensed up behind me and I prayed it was from approval. I must have been a bit thick to still be worrying about appearing overly feminine when she had just given me a very feminine present, but I was. When I looked round she was grinning at me wildly, and said, "Don't read too much into this Donna," and slid the ring on to my wedding finger. My attempt at thanks was silenced as she drew me into a long passionate clinch on the sofa. "Glad I'm back, Sweetheart?" she asked when we finally broke for air. "Oh god yes!" I said astonishingly comfortable curled up beside her. After the flight, three beers and dinner the trip started to catch up with her and once she started getting dozy I chivvied her into her bedroom. She woke a little and said with a laugh. "Never thought you ask?" "Come on bed with you Meg," I laughed. There was a moment's indecision between us when I followed her in, and given how knackered she looked I would have left her alone until she said sliding her hands about my waist. "Going to keep me company tonight?" Her hands were already busy fiddling with the short back zip on my pants, and I looked into her eyes she added, "I'll still respect you in the morning." I nodded feeling like my dreams had come true. "Yes I like that Meg," I gave her a quick kiss saying, "Lemme go a sec and I'll get my nightie." "Okay..." she chuckled. "So long as you leave the stockings on." "Oh buggeration!" was my comment when I got back freshly perfumed and titivated in my 'sexy' nightie. Meg flat-out on her back snoring her head off! I still crawled in beside her though and after setting the alarm must have dozed off pretty quickly myself because next thing I knew it was 7am and Megs alarm was bleeping. She had an arm wrapped about me and was groggily reaching for her clock. "Mmmm," she murmured giving me a sleepily hug after hitting the off button. "You feel nice in a morning." I savoured mumbling tones as her arms sleepy caressed my satin clad body and said, "Mmmm, so do you," cuddling back against her enjoying the drowsy hug of response. Normally I never have any problems with getting out of bed, but this morning was different, and hating the necessity I eased round in her arms and gave her a kiss saying. "I've got to get up for work, want a coffee?" "Coffee... Umh... Eh!" Abruptly she woke up fully and looked at me with saucer eyes. "Wow not a dream!" she said pulling herself upright, and sitting up. "Yeah coffee sound good Don... Donna?" She laughed adding, "Think I'll start calling you Donna as well..." As I slipped out of bed I heard her sudden intake of breath when she saw the red sexy camisole nightdress I had put on for her. We are talking eyes on stalks, which made me feel really special. Wanting to cry with joy at her expression I slipped the matching robe about my shoulders and said with a mock put upon tone. "I bought this for you and you fell asleep on me." Meg just sat there in bed speechless as I flounced out, unsure if I had just made or ruined her day! I itched to know what she was thinking when I returned with her coffee and saw her gazing at me with an odd expression on her face. The expression suddenly vanished as she said enticingly, "Do you have to go," and patted the bed beside her. God was I sorely tempted to crawl beside her but my work ethic would never let me be late. Giving her a quick kiss I just escaped her arms saying. "Wish I could but I've got to get ready," and dashed out of the room before my resolve failed. Pulling a face Meg grunted, "Okay." I expected her to roll over and go back to sleep but there she was sat in the lounge with her coffee when I came out of the bathroom. Giving her a shy grin I felt highly aware of the contrast between my heeled boots and feminine pants below my typically male shirt and tie. "Twilight zone," she laughed looking at me with unabashed hunger. "Looking you wearing those pants and shoes for work..." "Seeing you look at me like that is a dream come true," I laughed slipping on my jacket and picking up my briefcase. "Got to dash or I'll miss the 9.10 and then you'll be up the creek because you'll have to drive me." Giving her a quick kiss I was out of the door like a flash, and still had a silly grin on my face when I reached work an hour later. The place was as chaotic as I expected and my desks in-tray was already full. With the late start I was way behind and I skipped lunch but even so it was late on in the afternoon before Jane and Carol found the time to interrogate me about how my night went. Like every mad Friday by mid afternoon things had calmed down to a rush, which was when Carol, Jane and I finally got time to sit still for five minutes. "Sods law honey!" Jane laughed after I told her how I had found Megan asleep on me. "He's been away, we get all dolled up and what does he do ? Fall to bloody sleep!" Both women eyed the ring on my finger and the bracelet before grinning. "Still the presents are always nice." With Jane chattering away about her plans for her weekend as we finished up, that last hour passed without any dramas and, by five, we were all done. The enormous order had gone out on time, and Karen was wandering round making sure she said thank you to everyone. Although I was not going out with the rest of them, I trooped down to the loo and got changed after work, and was just leaving when Carol called. "Want a lift home? I'm going your way as I'm picking up our Liz again tonight." "No thanks, Meg's picking me up," I answered shoving the paperwork I was taking home with me in my brief case. "Well in that case?" Carol's eyes brightened up "Let me just..." She was already rooting in her bag. Waving a mascara wand and eyebrow pencil in my face she laughed. "You're going to have to meet me for some more shopping tomorrow... and buy you your own cosmetics." Her eyes were giddy with delight as she stroked the brush through my eyelashes and whispered. "Karen won't mention it but she hates having a man in the office and is itching for you to start wearing a proper uniform." "Oh!" I said, enjoying her fussing. "I think Megs feels the same way, but..." I shrugged, "I don't know where to start." "I'll pick you up at 10 in the morning and show you?" Carol laughed, as she nodded satisfied with her work. Pulling her lip she considered my face and said reaching back into her bag. "I've got a really pale lippy, which won't be obvious but," she grinned already twisting the tube open. "Your Meg will like it... Can I?" "Why not," I laughed, "I might as well as start getting used to it." "Keep it then." Carol laughed once I was decorated to her taste. "You'll probably need to fix your lips after she's said hello!" The pale pink lipstick was hardly noticeable, but felt oddly comforting on my lips as I trotted out beside Carol scanning the car park for Meg's green Ford. "So what you doing tonight?" For some reason I did not want to tell Carol what Meg had planned. Her ministrations brought all the worries I felt about my increasing preference for a feminine appearance might have on my burgeoning relationship with Meg. Thankfully before Carol enquired again, Meg breathlessly walked up with a grin stretched all over her face as she said, "Hiya love," and gave me hugged kiss. The grin was enough that, the moment I saw her, my heart had flipped in my chest dispelling the bubbling worries in my stomach. She looked a lot more alive than she had that morning but, behind the grin Meg, still looked very tired and wrung out. Her eyes flickered over me as I introduced her to Carol and I felt an excited buzz thrilling through me. Meg had noticed my eyes and tasted my lipstick, which resulted in a hungry wolfish look in my direction. Carol seeing the look gave me a sly 'told you so' wink as she said, "Hi I'm Carol." I could tell she was burning with curiosity as she held out her hand, and could sense her disappointment when Meg gave her hand a cursory shake saying. "Hello Carol. Sorry to interrupt you both but the car's on a yellow and the parking nazis are about, would you mind if I stole Donna?" "Thought she was yours already," Carol laughed. "It's not a problem," she pulled a face, "I'm late already," and waved us away saying before walking briskly towards her car. "Be ready in the morning Donna." Calling to back, "See you at 10," I felt Megan wrap her arm about my waist and whisk me away grumbling. "Where you going?" She was clearly grumpy that I had something planned for the morning and to make up for it I cuddled in besides her saying. "Shopping with Carol." It might sound strange but I liked still being shorter than her, even though I was wearing three-inch heels. "Trust me you won't want to come, you'd hate Carol's idea of shopping. Anyway it's the FA Cup final." "Yeah but I hoped you'd watch it with me?" Meg said pulling a face as she blipped her car alarm. I gave her a kiss and laughed a little sheepishly. "I know, but I want find out just how much work I'll have to put into wear that uniform for work next week..." I felt Megan's grumpiness evaporate. "And for me," she almost begged. God knows what made me say it but I laughed. "Oh no Megs, I can think of much more exciting things to wear for you!" I felt myself picked up, swung around and soundly kissed before she put me down laughing. "Promise you'll do that for me?" The desire in her face was unmistakable and I blushed brightly as I said, "Yes," as she held open the car door and laughed with a wink. "After you, milady" "If that's what you want?" I laughed and slipped into the car unsure if she had heard my comment as she hopped in beside me. Cracking something about the latest news Meg turned the radio on and listening to PM on Radio 4 quickly drove us down to the city centre. Megan knew where she was going because within half an hour I was waiting rather apprehensively in the same place where I had my eyebrows waxed. Meg must have already been into town because the ear-piercing lady had the two pairs of earrings waiting to be punched through lobes when I arrived. I could feel Meg watching with a strange expression on her face as one after another the rings were slid into my ears. I hoped that her odd look was not regret because I immediately loved how the gold rings looked hanging in my ears. It was quick as well. The whole process from signing the consent form to paying the bill could not have taken more than ten minutes. My ears felt weird, I could feel the extra weight pulling on them as we walked arm in arm though the busy Friday night crowds. Meg had a fixed elated smile on her face and did not moan too much when I kept stopping to look in windows. I was not so much looking at the content as at my reflection. I thought my earrings really looked smashing and could not get enough of looking at them! In between my bouts of narcissism I swung from delight to despair. Even though Meg's obvious glee was written large on her face it did nothing to quell my feelings that she was just humouring me, and deep down really hated what I was doing. As usual for a Friday there were hordes of student types heading into the club district where we had parked. They were all dressed up for the night and the thump, thump of music was already blaring from various open doorways. I could tell when something buzzed though Megs mind as she stiffened. Sure that she was about to go mad at me when I felt her tension I hesitantly asked. "What?" Instead of the fit I expected Megan just grinned and blushed. Her expression made me even more curious and I asked again, "What? Come on tell me?" Megs blush got even brighter, before she said in a tone that just dripped with embarrassment. "When you said exciting," her eyes flicked towards a scantily dressed woman in a tight metallic blue mini dress queuing up outside one of the clubs. "How about that exciting?" With a laugh I half moaned. "Don't think I dare get quite that scanty," and gave her a nudge. "I'm somewhat lacking in a couple of things, but along those lines if you want..." "I do," Meg grinned giving the girls dress a longer look. I could not resist the tease and said firmly. "Put your eyes back where they belong and take me home..." I gave her another firm poke in the side. "And you owe me for falling asleep on me!" "Do I?" Meg laughed. "Donna..." "Yes!" I said with unfeigned exasperation. "Well then let's go home, have some dinner and see about settling that debt!" She laughed with a big smile of anticipation. "Meg?" I asked somewhat tentatively as she drove out of the city centre. "What's up?" she said giving my thigh a squeeze. "What do you want from this relationship?" "Oh, oh big question..." She laughed screwing her face up in a way that I knew meant she was looking for the most acceptable answer. "I don't know?" she admitted, "But I do know that I'm completely smitten by you," The one question that had been bouncing about my skull since last Saturday afternoon came out before I put it any more politely. "But is it me you're smitten by or just the way I'm dressing?" "Both..." Megan said after a pause. "Hell I've always fancied you, but you were always that bit too stiff and defensively masculine ..." She snorted. "The way you would act stereotypically male... I dunno somehow, to me, it felt like an act, because you felt you were supposed to act like that." "Perhaps it was," I said. "Yeah," she grinned snorting, "looks like it was!" Laughing lightly she added, "More than once I was tempted to challenge you about it, but you are my best friend and I did not want to hurt that." "I do know that feeling," I laughed leaning against her and flinching back when my new earrings twisted painfully. Meg smirked at my sudden hiss of pain but negotiating the traffic silenced her, for a minute or so before she said, "Then you got your job... And started doing all those secretarial courses, and your behaviour started changing. You were more relaxed, and every now and again that masculine front slipped away. I'd get flashes of a different personality, rather than just the parts you felt you were allowed to show." "I was?" I said astonished as she pulled onto the M1. "Yes, I'd catch you sometimes, like last Christmas, when I got back from the footy? You and were watching some girlie chick flick and in the past you would have just flipped it over rather than been seen watching some romantic twaddle, but you didn't and that made me start thinking that perhaps you did have a very girlish side behind the boy front and that was why instinctively I fancied you when we first met?" "Oh?" I said with a blush. "You did?" "Yeah," she pulled a face and admitted, "I guess I've known from an early age that I was not exactly a normal girl when it came to my interests and tastes. It's not like I fancied other girls, although I'll not deny I've had a few flings with women before I met you, but my main turn on was always boys who were girlish. I don't know why they turn me on so much. May be it was Boy George and that whole gender bending thing that was happening when I was at secondary school that started it." "Why didn't you ask me?" I said. "Too scared I guess," she shrugged, "I'd been kicked in the emotional bollocks too many times in the past when I misread blokes, so I pushed that to one side thinking I was seeing in you things I wanted to see." "But then!" she laughed delightedly. "You got promoted into the office! I hardly saw you until the end of that first week. Thing was, for all you were way down in the dumps, once I got a couple of beers down your neck that macho front evaporated, god Don." It was a bit strange hearing her call me Don. "I wanted to ravish you and for ages after we staggered to bed, I lay awake half hating myself with the desire I felt for a more feminine you... Weird eh?" "Wish I'd known..." I playfully grumbled. "Anyway!" Meg laughed self mockingly. "I still told myself I was being stupid and seeing what I wanted to see." "Go on," I said fascinated and scared all in one. "Well I went down to Devon on that bloody course didn't I?" she grinned. "Though at the time I was glad to go as I was feeling really twisted up over you. I could just come out with it? God I must have played out in my head umpteen different ways of bringing the subject up never expecting to find when I got home you looking perfectly relaxed and comfortable in a very girlie suit. I felt like my pools numbers had come up and that finally flicked my switch." "You, looked so cute, and sexy!" she growled lustily, "Then you went along with my insistence that you got some girlie casual clothes, that was it for me and I knew I'd have to ask," Meg's laugh was like music to my ears as she added with a groan. "Then just when I had a cunning plan worked out and pretty much plucked up the courage to ask, I got packed off to the sodding States. About the only thing I can say about that was it made me realise just how much I missed you." Meg laughed and patted my thigh possessively. "Jesus the whole time I was out there I was paranoid that one of your workmates would sweep in and nick you from under my nose." "Thanks Meg," I said pleased. "I think I needed to hear that." This time I was more careful when I laid my head on her shoulder and said with a smile. "But you've still not answered my question." "Well ask it and I will?" she said pulling off the motorway and turning towards our neighbourhood. "I thought I had?" I muttered sitting upright so as not to get elbowed. I caught sight of my reflection when I lowered the sun visor, and saw that Meg's eager kisses had removed the lipstick Carol had applied. Patting my pocket I found the tube and, trying to put into words what I was thinking, said, "Okay, how about what do you want from me?" "Well looking all pretty in that nightie and waiting in my bed later would be a good start," she snickered. "I know that!" I laughed, enjoying her reaction when I touched up my lips in the passenger sunshade vanity mirror. I had read more than enough articles on makeup to know what to do with the tube and, if I say so myself, made a rather good job of it for a first timer! It was also a rather soothing sensation and the actions, opening the tube, painting my lips, blot and repeat held a deliciously sexy undertone, which I knew I would be enjoying again! "You can treat yourself to a handbag for all that, on me tomorrow if you want?" Megan said out of the blue as I put the tube back in my suit pocket. "So you don't have to carry things in your pockets." "Yes please!" I laughed, before adding, "So long as it's that what you want." Getting a little grumpy with my constant need for reassurance she said, "Why is it what I want all the time?" For a moment I sat there before it all came tumbling out in a rush of words. "I'm scared of getting too girlie and losing you, because..." All my fears just vomited out until I half sobbed. "Oh I don't know what I mean." "Wow!" Megan said slowing the car. "Look, get one thing straight Donna. You can get as feminine as you feel comfortable with," she laughed with no trace of her momentary grumpiness. "Hell, the more the better for me." "You're not just saying that are you?" I sniffed. "Bloody hell Donna!" Meg snorted, "For the last time - no!" The relief I felt was like a weight being lifted and I was definitely damp about my eyes when I said, "Thanks Meg I... I needed to hear that as well." I pulled a face as she turned into our road and half-laughed apologetically, seeing as I had made a bit of a mess of my eyes. "Told you I'd had a surreal couple of weeks." "Donna honey. If I could, I'd have a pair of C cup's hanging on your chest right now," Meg snorted rudely as she stopped in our parking bay. "Can I be really blunt?" "Yeah," I sniffed, opening the car door and stepping out. "You asked me what I want? Well I'll tell you, Donna," Meg said with that slightly daft grin she gets when she forgets about subtlety. "I've had partners, but never liked the interpersonal man/woman bit. Then I met you, and got a little bit behind your public face." She grinned as I opened our door. "And knew what I wanted was you totally feminised with only your cock left to remind me you were ever male!" "Now how does that sound?" Before I could answer she went bright red, pulled me into her arms and kissed me properly! "Pretty wonderful!" I managed to garble before surrendering to her kiss and probably made a bit of a sight for the neighbours before Meg finally pushed the door open. Amazingly Megs had actually put something in the oven before she came to pick me up. I could smell it cooking as she cannoodled me towards the front room. Whispering, "Surprise," she spun me into the room where I found the table laid for a candle lit dinner. Reaching behind the door Megan blushed brightly again, "I got you this earlier, Donna," her face twisted into a sheepish hopeful smile. "Uhhh, would you wear these, with your heels for dinner?" Looking embarrassed she handed me the box. "Please?" "Oh!" I gasped inside was a little back dress and a set of matching lingerie including a bra. "I would love to," and felt my eyes dampening with delight this time as I giggled excitedly. "How long to dinner?" "About half an hour..." Megan still had that sheepish smile on her face and that hopeful note in her tone as she blushed. "I put some makeup in your bedroom as well if you want?" I just had to kiss her! Almost launching myself at her I smothered her face in kisses. I had spent twenty minutes in the car beating myself up about Megs reaction to my real desire to start dressing as a female and discovered that she wanted to go even further than I had ever considered. "Geroff , Donna!" she laughed but did not object when I planted another kiss on her lips. "Please sweetheart!" she eventually she giggle/growled. "Go get ready or dinner will be burnt," she gave me a firm swipe on the bum. "And I'm hungry." "Okay." I nodded happily. She had called me sweetheart again! Feeling a little like I was on cloud nine I gazed at the dress in delight. How could she have known it was just what I wanted? I was too excited to feel any embarrassment and I almost ran to my bedroom, feeling the four new rings adorning my ears bouncing about as I ripped my clothes off. Careful of my ears I pulled on a shower cap and dived under the shower thanking the gods I had shaved my legs the previous night. As the dress was sleeveless my armpits had to say hello to the razor and feeling giddy with lustful excitement the confusions that had plagued me all week had, for now, all but vanished. By the time I slipped on the black panties I understood what Carol had been trying to explain when she mentioned how getting ready was all part of feeling like a 'hot-babe.' Dressing in the fancy bra, suspender belt and knickers set made me feel wonderfully sexy, and erotically desirable. The bra was a C cup, and clasped my chest in a fantastically sexy way that was made even better when I slid the dress over my head. It felt breathtaking as the hem caressed my thighs as I zipped it up. The fiddly buckles on my heels had me burning with frustration before I turned and faced my mirror. The cosmetic kit Meg had acquired looked interesting. She had obviously bought it especially for me as she point blank refused to wear the stuff herself and I itched to experiment with it. In the end however I settled for a little more mascara and a touch of pencil to my eyebrows, followed by a carefully applied coat of the red lipstick Meg had provided and I was ready. The only flaw was the bosom of my dress, it looked silly hanging empty and feeling a buzz of wickedness I eagerly stuffed the cups of my bra with tissues until the dress looked about right on me. Wishing my hair were longer, I gave myself a squirt of perfume and hoped for the best as walked back into the front room and faced Megan! "Jesus, Mary mother of god!" Meg spluttered after she picked her jaw up off the floor again. I was getting to like that reaction and giving her a shy smile I said doing a twirl. "Will I do?" "Do? Bloody hell Donna you'll more than do!" Megan chortled jumping to her feet and pulling out my chair. The feel of her lips on my neck as she kissed me before helping me into my place at the table made me want to curl up and purr! The dinner was amazing, what with the candle lit atmosphere, romantic music and Megan's delight in treating me as her girlfriend. I was still in the clouds, blown away by how normal this very abnormal evening felt. For all there had been a significant shift in how our roles were defined, the evening was strangely unexceptional in many respects. We talked about everything. Her work, my work, hopes fears aspirations ending up cuddled together on the settee when she kissed me. This time there was no denying the intent in her kisses. Meg's delight in stroking my body seemed to almost froth with joy whenever her hands ran over my loo roll padded breasts. The multiple sensations when her other hand started teasing my thighs and stocking tops almost had me coming in my pants! "Remember my comment about waiting in my bed wearing your sexy nightie?" Meg chuckled lustfully. "Wanna make my day?" I nodded and felt my heart thumping in my chest as Meg said, "I'll lock up and make the choccy." Her eyes gazed at me with unabashed hunger before she added in a thick lustful tone. "Bed wench, and leave your bra on!" I did not need to be told twice and by the time Megan had locked up, and made us both a hot chocolate I was waiting in what I hoped was an alluring pose on her bed. "My god you look sexy!" Meg exclaimed almost dropping the mugs when she came in. "Me?" I giggled, enjoying the play of emotions on her face as I tarted for her. "And you bloody know it!" Meg laughed setting the mugs carefully down. Giving me a grin she said, "Now be a good girl and help me undress!" "Mmmm, I love a girl with damp knickers!" Meg giggled a little later once we had regained a semblance of self-control. Our first attempt at making love was a total catastrophe when I misfired into my panties. Making up for that mishap however was a lot eye opening fun and it was clear to me that Meg was sexually way more experienced than me. I was cuddled up besides her feeling deliciously languid cradled in her arm when she nudged me and said, "You going to fix your lips and give me a hot slutty kiss!" I could still taste her on my lips and was torn between doing what she wanted and relishing her flavour. In the end Meg's eager expression and my delight in putting lipstick on won out. Watching me fix my lips got Megan all fired up again and this time we got it right! "You know," Megan said sleepily when we were spent, "for a near enough virgin Donna... That was the most fun I've had in bed since I got my first strap on!" "Ummm!" I said listening to her tone and not the words, and not long after fell asleep. My alarm next door went off at 9pm and with her usual morning grumpy bear routine Meg groaned. "Go and shut your bloody alarm up Donna," and grunted. "And get me a coffee, while you're at it." Feeling deliciously achy I slipped out of bed and willingly did as she asked, trailing tissues from my now squashed and misshapen boobs until I saw my reflection and sorted things out up there. Megan had retreated under the duvet when I returned with her coffee. Thinking she had dozed off again I slipped quietly out quelling a mad desire to laugh out loud. A great wave of excitement filled me over Carol impending arrival. Meg's words, behaviour and desires had banished all my fears and worries, leaving me excitedly apprehensive about my intention to wear my skirt suit to work on Monday. Wincing a little, I followed the instruction on caring for my ears, before I quickly showered. I also had to carefully wash the panties I had made a mess of the night before and I felt a guilty shiver of sexual memories as I hung them over my radiator and slipped on the black pair that matched my bra. Black knickers and a red nightie seemed somehow wrong but under my robe who could tell? Then I kicked myself for being silly Meg had not objected to the black bra I had worn all night had she? After last night the front room was a mess and sipping my morning tea I was still wandering about in my robe and nightie when Megan stumbled in still half asleep demanding more coffee. I was trying to get some semblance of order back, before Carol arrived but as usual first thing Saturday morning Meg flopped on the sofa and automatically put the telly on. Sipping her fresh coffee oblivious to everything else, she was eagerly listening to the football news, pundits predictions and pre match hype. "Mmm!" Meg laughed once she was most of the way though her second vital coffee of the day. "Now that's a nice sight to wake up to." I blushed seeing that long lingering look she gave my skirted bum when I bent over to pick up the empty bottles and glasses. I was sure that if the football had not been on the telly then working around her and for the most part avoiding her groping hands would not have been quite so easy. Meg had that torn between two poles look about her and I indulged myself at her expense by distracting her whenever she got too interested! Eventually satisfied that the front room was tidy enough for a visitor, I was about to go and get ready when the doorbell went. Carol was early and grinned brightly when she saw I was still dressed in my nightie. "Sorry I'm early but I wanted to catch you before you dressed." Carol laughed as I let her in. In her hands she was clutching a case and a strange shaped object in a plastic shopping bag. "When did you get your ears done?" "Megs treat last night." I grinned, showing her in. Carol grinned and said, "Three weeks healing time?" I nodded. "You know the company's policy on male employees with earrings?" I nodded again, with a nervous grin and dry swallow. The policy was simple, forbidden for males! Seeing my expression Carol laughed and held up her baggage. "I guess I was right in bringing a few things that might tickle your fancy before our shopping trip." Her case banged against my belly as she prodded one of my tissue paper boobs and laughed. "Not that I'm complaining mind because tits defiantly suit you, Donna." I blushed recalling the tissue paper mounds shaping the chest of my nightie and robe. "Erm thanks I think..." I half stuttered before catching myself and offering her a coffee. "Mmmm, tea please," Carol nodded, asking, "Which one's your room Donna?" she gave me a wink and said, "I don't think we'll want your Meg getting in the way do we?" I pointed in passing and was surprised when Carol walked straight in saying, "Don't be too long, as I want to be in town by eleven." By now Meg was lost in the football and I made her another coffee in exchange for a kiss. Giving her a hug from behind I told her I was going to get ready and retreated to my room buzzing with excitement. My debit card was going to take a battering today! For a Saturday when the football is on the box that I got a grunt of acknowledgement was a surprise. "Oh!" I said stopping abruptly when I saw the blond wig Carol was brushing into shape on a wig-head. Hanging on my wardrobe door was a very in fashionable black skirt and one of my own tops, and on the floor was a pair of plain black kitten heels. "If you want to keep those earrings then you need to learn to wear that uniform for work," Carol laughed. "And the best way I know to learn about being a girl is to be one, which is why, Donna, today you are going to be wearing that skirt and this wig," she grinned, "Any questions?" I shook my head, and then laughed. "Where do we start?" "At the beginning. Where else?" Carol laughed and proceeded to dress me. Twittering happily, "I'll show you what I'm doing another time Donna, today I want to surprise you. Now down to your bra and panties please. "She giggled at my blush of surprise and added in explanation, "I need to see what I've got to work with in the raw. And anyway... from this moment on you are a girl, and girls are a lot less inhibited around their girlfriends than boys are." I was surprised and a little embarrassed as I hesitantly slipped off my robe and nightdress. I was blushing the same colour as my nightdress as I slowly turned in a circle. "Hmmm!" Carol's eyes were like data recorders as she carefully eyed my body. "Could do with losing a little more off your waist as you're a bit straight sided, but not bad Donna, not bad at all!" She nodded appreciatively and again tapped one of my loo paper boobs. "And I can do better than them as well, any preference? You're about a B-cup just now?" Meg's 38c comment leapt into my mind and I said feeling astonishingly relaxed and embarrassed at the same time. "The bra's a 38c... I think?" I gave her a shy grin and added. "I was a little bigger last night?" Carol stuck out her tongue and said, "C's should look nicely in proportion with your size and build, but for now sit on your bed and let me get some colour on your face," and started applying makeup to my face. In place of the loo paper I had used Carol had a pair of recycled stocking feet filled with some padding, which when stuffed in the cups of my bra acted like the shapers that you saw in the windows of lingerie shops filling the cups of display bras. The thrill of looking down and the cups of the bra smoothly shaping my chest resulted in an unfeminine appearance in my nether regions followed by an embarrassed silence, before Carol giggled. "Well it is supposed to be fun for you," and clinically suggested one of my tight elastic thongs worn under the pretty satin and lace panties should contain that problem. The skirt was longer but tighter than the LBD Meg had bought me and the feel of it about my legs was strangely thrilling as I caressed my hands against my thighs. I sat on my bed feeling apprehensive and marvellous at the same time. Carol knelt behind me arranging the wig before carefully pinning it in place after a lot of tiny corrections. "Not bad!" Carol nodded looking pleased as she studied my finished appearance. "I think you'll like the new you." I did not really believe her, and half thought I would look like Quazimodo's transvestite brother as she pulled me to my feet. The narrow kitten heels were surprisingly easy to get used to and, after two lengths of my room, Carol nodded, and said, grinning with anticipation, "Let's go and surprise Meg, Donna." Since she had covered the only mirror in my room while I was fetching her coffee. I still did not have a clue what I looked like, and Carol kept me ignorant until I walked back into the front room and saw my reflection in the big mirror. "Oh my god!" I gasped as I caught sight of the blonde skirted person who was my reflection! Giving me a couple of seconds to accept the blonde girl in the mirror really was me Carol winked and called out to Meg. "Well what do you think of Donna's new look, Megan?" Meg looked round and gawped. Once again her jaw dropped and I am not sure who was the more astounded at what Carol had done to me. Having had that little bit longer than Meg, I got my head together first and tip tapped over wobbling only a little bit in my heels. "Enjoy your match love. I'll be home for five," and gave her a kiss. "Eh?" Carol and I both laughed at her speechless expression and I loved the look of hunger in her face, as I was quickly shepherd out, before Meg had time to ruin her handy work. All of a sudden I was in the street outside our ground floor flat looking like my sister. I felt very strange, enthralled by the sensations of the hair tickling the back of my neck, the sexy restriction my tight skirt put on my stride and the click clack of my heels. "Slow down! Head up." Carol's reassuring advice about how to hold myself and, as I took it, I got a buzz of reassuring comfort that no one around us was reacting and my sensation of abnormality faded into excited, fearful anticipation. It felt seriously, excitingly naughty to be dressed like I was in public. I was breaking all sorts of taboos and starting to love the heady buzz it gave me. We had gone no more than fifty yards when a car whizzed passed tooting its horn. It was a couple of lads in an old Escort. At the words "Nice arse," my excitement evaporated as that toot scared the hell out of me. With the bubbling nausea of fear in my stomach I was suddenly aware that how I was dressed made me feel so much more vulnerable than I had ever felt before. My reflection in a nearby window only reinforced in my mind just how upset the occupants of the car would be to discover that one of the babes they'd just tooted was really a bloke! "Relax!" Carol laughed, reading my stunned body language. "Unless you stripped right down no one will ever know." Her laugh turned a little rude as she added, "And then it will because you want them to... and, if you think about it, that you got that toot was, in its way, a complement." "Oh?" I said understanding her point as she led me up to her car and said. "Now listen up, there is a knack to getting in and out cars in skirts as tight as we are wearing. What you do is get in bum first and sit sideways onto the car, then pressing your skirt down at the front and keeping your legs together swivel into the car and close the door okay?" she chuckled and added, "Unless you want to give some one an eyeful that is?" "Yes," I half laughed feeling my fear's dissipating with Carol's banter. "Bum first then ankles together and swivel!" Following her instructions I found myself in Carol's car with my modesty intact. Chattering away about how female body language differs from male's over her car's taped music, Carol was a font of all sorts of odd snippets of information. Probably intentionally, she had selected a compilation of girlie classics to provide back ground to her near lecture. There were times when she got overly technical and eventually I asked. "How do you know all this?" "Didn't I tell you?" she said, "I was a department secretary at the gender clinic at Charring Cross Hospital for three years before Karen made me a job offer I could not refuse," My blank expression told her I did not know what the clinic she worked at was and added, "Its where they do the sex change operations, Donna." "No..." I gasped. Carol's laughter echoed about the car. "I've met hundreds of T people, male to female and female to male and can spot a T a mile off even when they don't know themselves," she gave me a nudge and chortled. "Had you pegged from the moment I saw you, and anyway you're way too pretty to be a bloke... Anyone ever tell you that you look a little like a blond version of that student nurse in Casualty?" "No never?" I stuttered astonished at Carol's words. "Well you do, and," she grinned, "you are going to attract a few looks today and they won't be 'hey look at the drag queen' looks either!" I laughed and said, "I don't know if I should be pleased or scared?" "Be pleased hun..." Carol chirped. "I'll make sure we don't let anyone get too close." Taking her reassuring words to heart I said, "So what's the plan?" Feeling a sudden rush of delight as I saw my nylon covered legs and heels in the foot well in front of me. "Because Meg said to treat myself to a handbag." "Nothing just a shop," Carol said airily, "and a couple of surprises. It was going to be three but your Meg went and beat me to your ears." "Hey I thought we were going into town?" I said as Carol abruptly pulled into a side road and stopped outside a nondescript medical supplies shop. "We are, wont be a mo." Carol hopped out of the car and dashed into the shop. With in minutes she was walking out with a bag in her hand and jumping back in she laughed dropping the bag on my lap. "Tits!" "Sorry?" I said looking at the bag curiously. "Next stop, work," Carol grinned. "Karen's meeting us there." "Oh Shit!" Rang though my mind as I squirmed nervously. "She phoned me last night and said if I got you into a dress she would be there until lunch time and I was to bring you in to show her." "And more importantly it's somewhere private enough." Her hand tapped the bag on my knee. "For me to get your 38c mastectomy prostheses on you!" "Morning Carol, who's your friend?" The security guard on reception said as we walked in. "Ms. K said you might be in this morning." "Thanks Ray, meet Donna, Mary's replacement as the office boffin," Carol chirped flirtatiously leaning on reception and saying to me. "Watch this one Donna he's a real charmer." "Hi," I said wishing I were not blushing as Carol artfully distracted his attention. "Hello Donna," he laughed more interested in Carol's cleavage! "So what you girls got planned today?" "Shopping!" Carol laughed, flirting in a semi-horrified tone. "Until she met us Donna was an all work no play girl. "She'll get good at that then!" Ray laughed settling back in the chair and picking up his book. "Go on away with you, the boss is waiting." "KAREN!" Carol bellowed as we walked into the office suite. Her red hair appeared over a filling cabinet followed by her bright eyes. Eyes that gave me a long top to toe look of satisfied assessment that ended with a wide smile of approval. "Donna, honey," Karen said happily. "You look even better than I hoped," her eyes flicked to the bag in my hands. "Ah I see you've picked up my present on the way." She grinned at Carol. "That was clever of you dear." "Thought you like to see the before and after," Carol giggled, grabbing my arm and saying, "Come on Donna, lets lower your neck line," and led me into the ladies loo. It was unfamiliar territory for me and I felt a little uneasy at first. Carol lifted the bag from my unresisting hand. "Sit down!" Carol laughed reading my expression. "The girls took a vote if you come to work as a girl then they think its fair you should use the girls' loo." That halted the grumble I was building as I looked around. I got ready for nights out in a pokey little WC while they had a real to life sofa and large space between the 4 WCs and the sinks with large well-lit mirrors! Removing my top carefully so as not to disturb my wig Carol unceremoniously unfastened my bra and said, "Lie back and close your eyes. I want to surprise you." "Okay." I lent back and closed my eyes. "This will be cold," Carol warned and sprayed my chest with something that made my nipples stand up. "It's to clean your skin." I felt her wipe the area over and then after a little adjustment two weights settled over my nipples. Was this what tits felt like? They were heavier than I had expected and then abruptly they were removed. "Keep your eyes closed, Donna," Carol chided when I almost blinked. "Only a couple more minutes." I heard what sounded like tape being removed, and then the weights were back and Carol was carefully smoothing out the edges. They were cold and felt strange as she fussed, wobbling a little as she touched them. I heard a grunt of satisfaction before she said, "Count to sixty then you sit up and open your eyes Donna." "Wow!" I said opening my eyes and looking down over a pair of breasts that swayed and bounced as I sat up right, feeling their weight pulling on my chest. "Oh my!" I exclaimed seeing my reflection in the mirror. I had a pair of jugs that would not have looked out of place on page three looking back at me! Only after I looked very carefully at the edges of my suddenly large breast that I could see the join indicating that they were false. "These are top of the line boobs and you'll get two maybe three uses like this out of them before you need to take them back to the shop to get the edges replaced, at about thirty quid a pop. The glue and makeup wrecks the fine surface, but Karen's also treated you to a pair of standard boobs for normal wear." "Karen?" I said confused. "Yeah she told me to get them for you," Carol laughed. "So pop your bra and top back on, and this time leave the neck open so we can show her what she's paid for." One my bra was on no one could ever have guessed that I had not grown them, and as they warmed up they felt oddly natural by the time I had my top back on and undone enough to see a cleavage that even I could not tell what was real from what was false. "Perfect!" Carol chortled. "Miss Jennings, lets go show the boss." "Hold your shoulders back, and don't be ashamed of them," Carol chided my round-shouldered stance. "And remember what I said about walking along a line." Pulling open the door just in time for Karen to walk in from the staff room with a coffee tray. "Excellent timing, Carol!" Karen laughed, and then said, "Well?" I stepped past Carol and said, with a grin. "Thanks Karen, they are so cool!" and bobbled up and down enjoying my bounce's effect on Karen's face. "What do you think, page three or what?" Karen laughed at my childlike glee and said, "Well I don't think I need to worry you'll make a fool out of yourself in front of everyone on Monday, because you look stunning, although I'm not so sure about the hair?" I looked at her blankly. "The bob styles good but that blond makes you look like a bit of a bimbo," Karen mused. "I'd go a touch longer and a few shades closer to your natural colour with blond highlights?" "All I had," Carol laughed. "And anyway every girl should go blonde at some point." "Yes but Donna's not ready for that yet... Hummmm." This was the first time I had really spoken to Karen in a social situation and as she chattered away about the hot office gossip about one of the girls getting off with someone last night I realised that she was not an all work monster. Even though she was chuckling about that I could tell she was thinking about something else. Thanking Karen profusely for the two pairs of boobs, Carol eventually steered me out saying, "Sorry Karen, we've got a nail appointment at midday." "Wish I'd known..." she glanced at her work worn nails. "God knows, mine need doing after this week." "Come along," I said astonishing myself. Carol looked at me surprised, normally I was still rather stiff around Karen because she was the boss, and shrugged. "Debs won't mind another customer." By the time we reached the nail salon I had a cute according to Karen bag hanging over my shoulder, which was soon to acquire a filling of makeup, hair clasp and bobbles along with the replacement for my old Christmas present wallet. If I had known how much harder my life would be I don't think I would ever let them glue the long acrylic nails onto my hands. They were also strangely beguiling because I loved how feminine they made my hands look, well, until I wanted to do anything fiddly. Getting used to my nails was much harder than the shoes, which Karen teased me about being far to low heeled for one of 'her girls.' "Got to keep an appointment," Karen said as we strolled towards her hairdressers. So in we went, the owner greeted Karen enthusiastically and more interested in the sights, smells and sounds of a high end hairdressers I was not listening when she asked about hair extensions and a colour. All of a sudden I was guided to a chair, sat down, and my wig removed. "Three hours?" the owner said running his hands though my hair. "I can do it now?" He grinned at her adding, "I could always use my favourite Saturday girl back for a couple of hours... And I still say you should have stayed in the trade, even if you have made a packet taking over your dads business!" "Balls, Henry," Karen said, "and you know it! The pretentious nature of competition and me would not mix," she grinned, "I enjoy hairdressing as a means of relaxation but I'd never have made it my career if I wasn't good enough, and I like to win." "Excuse me?" I said. "Can someone tell me what you are talking about?" Carol laughed. "Remember what I said about surprises." Karen said, "My treat... I've always wanted to do this. Carol want your hair done on me?" Henry shrugged and nodded. "I'm free all afternoon, and the shop can get by with out my input?" Turning he called down the salon. "Lou, I'm in three with Karen." "Hey Karen, you playing hairdresser again?" The tall girl laughed from where she was wrapping foil on a customer's head. "Yeah," Karen laughed, "got a couple of willing victims from work." It was a boring job having my hair extended and even though the cheerful company was so different to the bog standard barbers shop I had used when I was still plain Don. Even so, sitting still for that long was not something I enjoyed as my bum ached! But my god it was worth it! I looked astonishingly different with hair more closely matching my own with blond highlights that shaded through the smart shoulder length fringed bob. It felt like my own hair when he played with it and, after fastening the sides back with a couple of clasps, I was done. "Meg is going to go ape!" I said gazing at the new hairstyle, astonished that my wish the night before had been so rapidly fulfilled. "Yes and play hard to get," Carol laughed. "It's much more fun... Come on let's get shopping." She nodded at Karen who was contentedly chattering to a customer as she washed their hair. "Believe it or not this is how Karen likes to relax. She did three years of a hairdresser's apprenticeship while doing her A-levels for a hobby until she scored six A's and got offered a place at Oxford University." I learnt a lot about Karen that afternoon as Carol and I gradually encumbered ourselves with purchases. It was fun but, even better, was seeing myself in the shop windows as the caning of my bank balance began in earnest! By the end of it I had spent a fortune but had a complete enough wardrobe to get me though the next two weeks at work, and more makeup and beauty products that I could have believed. The kitten heels I had started out with had been replaced about half way round by a pair of three-inch heels after I fell in love with them when Carol tried a pair. Carol dropped me off outside home, saying as I collected all my bags. "No thanks Donna, I'm already late and Jeff is picking me up at eight for a night in the town." "Meg?" I called walking in. I could hear a tape playing and the flat felt steamy. "I'm in the bathroom..." she called. "What you cooking for tea I'm starving." "Pork chops," I called back, dumping my shopping on the kitchen table and automatically turning to the kettle shouting "Did Liverpool win?" "Yeah," Meg laughed. "We won and the Cup's where it belongs in Anfield's trophy cabinet. I'll be out in couple of minutes." "Okay." I had a huge smile of anticipation on my face as I quickly undid the third and final button on my top. As the shower was still running it occurred to me I had enough time to dump my new wardrobe in my bedroom before Meg saw just how much I had bought, and it would be fun to surprise her with. A quick check of my face and a squirt of perfume and I was back in the kitchen wearing an apron getting our dinner ready when Meg appeared, looking all pink and clean smelling. "Mmmmm," she laughed, slipping her arms about my waist and laughing. "You look nice," her lips caressed my neck as she said, "Hey this is your own hair?" her hand sneaked round my chest and she chortled with delight when she felt my false boob. "Turn round honey take the piny off... and give me tick I want to get a full view." She took a step or two back and said, "Okay turn round." Blushing a little, I removed my piny and wobbled my false boobs at her and enjoyed seeing her jaw hitting the deck. Chuckling delighted at the reaction, I laughed putting my pinafore apron back on. "Pick your jaw up dear, it makes you look thick!" "Oh..." Meg blushed a little and said hesitantly, unable to stop her huge anticipatory smile. "I am going to have to get you a prettier apron or even better a little maid's outfit, Donna!" "Sure you're not a bloke, Meg?" I teased. "According to Cosmo that's one of the top three male fantasies." "Harrumph!" Meg grunted and slumped into a chair, giving me a grin. "There were more than a few times over the last few weeks that I wished I was one!" She laughed lightly and added, "Think I left them all convinced that I was a dyke when I went along to a lap dancing club with everyone else!" she eyeballed me with her head cocked to one side. "Think I'll have to get you one of those dirty dance for your boyfriend video's and have you learn," Chuckling. "Would you like that, babe? Learning how to dance sexily for me?" "Probably," I laughed, checking that the chops were not burning. Meg was watching me with that delighted expression on her face, and most unusually when it was my turn to cook offered to watch the dinner if I wanted to slip into something more 'exciting?' "I can put that LBD on again?" I offered, knowing that dinner was only ten minutes from ready. "We've not much time before dinner's ready." "Got a lower cut top then?" she asked eyeing my 'tits' curiously. "Karen the boss got them for me." I pulled a face and said, "These ones are like the Rolls Royce of the false boobs world, and cost thirty quid a pop to referb' every third wearing..." I giggled. "But I've also got a pair of ordinary silicones for times when I'm not flaunting..." Giddy with delight about them I added excitedly, "Want to see them? They look best in just a bra." "Stay like that for dinner," Meg growled, wide eyed after I had badly attempted to jiggle about to the radio in front of her. "And I'm definitely getting you that DVD before I go to Edinburgh on Wednesday. Since I'm not here you can practice and give me lap dance when I get back." "Okay," I said loving her expression as I slipped my piny back on. Bobbing her a mock curtsey, I giggled. "Anything for my boyfriend..." Meg grinned brightly at my words and blushed ever so slightly. More interested in not burning dinner I did not take notice and it was much later after we had eaten and were most of the way though a bottle of wine before Meg harked back to it saying. "You called me your boyfriend. How boyish do you want me to be?" Reminded of my words the night before I kissed her nose and said, "As comfortable as you feel lover," before cuddling back down into her encircling arm and saying, "Because it feels awfully natural, with me to be in the girls role and dressed for it." "Does rather," Meg chuckled. "And if I wanted to wear a cock as well as the trousers?" "I'd leave a red lipstick mark on it, love," I giggled. "I've got a strap on," Meg laughed lightly... "Would you like me to get it?" "Mmmmm, Do," I crooned surprised. "And you're going to be my girl?" Meg said. "I'll be what ever you want," I giggled appealing for and getting a kiss. "Mmmmm," Meg grinned. "Then I'm definitely getting you a maids outfit!" I'll admit Meg and I might not have had a conventional relationship, but we did form a very solid one. Now some twenty years later I am still working for Karen, and I am still very much with Megs, and if anything I love her even more than I did that very first weekend when I became Donna. The End. Trish 2019.