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Tony and Susan Trent had been neighbours as children, then school friends, then closer friends, and eventually married. They had a small apartment near to the centre of the town. Susan had worked up to become an under manager of a section in a department store, whilst Tony was in the accounts section of a trading company. They had no plans for children. Whilst not wealthy in monetary terms, they were wealthy in relationship terms, and were very much in love. Life was fairly mundane, but they were happy. They took an annual holiday where they went camping. They had an old jalopy which got them to work and about. They got home one Monday and there was a very official letter on the mat addressed to Mrs Trent. They sat at the table and Susan opened it. Her eyes opened wider and wider. "What does it say?" asked Tony. "Well," responded Susan. "It is from Wilson and Atkins, solicitors. It reads 'We represent the estate of Miss Elsie Arnold. In her last will and testament, she has named you as the potential heir to her fortune. There are some conditions. Can you meet at our office on Saturday morning next at 10.00am. We will send a car for your transport. Further, can you and your husband take two weeks holiday commencing next Monday? We attach a letter to be given to each of your employers explaining the reason'." There was complete silence for several minutes. Eventually Susan said, "Well we have nothing to lose. Let's organise two weeks holiday and see what transpires." So next Saturday morning, the car arrived at about 9.45am. Car? It was a limousine with two rows of seats in the rear, which a chauffeur with peaked cap. It took them directly to the lawyers' offices. They were directed to the office of the senior partner - Mr Wilson. He came in with his personal assistant in tow. They all sat around his desk. "Miss Arnold died a week ago. Her will was drawn up some years ago, and she had already identified you as her potential heir." Susan quickly responded, "But we do not know this person - who is she?" Mr Wilson responded, "She was your first cousin twice removed. She asked us to keep an eye on you from some years ago, as you were the only relation working in retail and she felt this was significant. She also knew that your husband was involved in accounts and finance, again another important consideration." "Why the retail connection? asked Susan. Mr Wilson continued, "Miss Arnold or Aunt Elsie as she was known, owned and ran an extremely profitable shop (or shops) on the outskirts of town. Before discussing anything else, we are to take you there to view the accommodation, and look over the shops. Once that is done, we can discuss the will in detail." The car was summoned and Mr Wilson with the two of them sat in the luxurious rear of the limousine. Totally lost for words, they watched as the car sped through town and shortly slowed up in front of the three shops. One seemed to be offices, and the other two fairly plain unexceptional ladies' clothes shops. The car drove on and turned the corner, and a few hundred yards further on, turned left again, and slowed by a driveway. The car turned there and Mr Wilson pressed a remote, then a large double garage door opened, and the car entered what turned out to be a six car garage. There were almost new cars, sports car, people carrier, large saloon, small saloon etc. Even more stunned, they were directed out of the car and walked to a modern set of lift doors, where they were whisked up to the accommodation. It was like walking into another world - a film set, an apartment straight out of Vogue magazine. It was huge. Marbled floors everywhere, hidden lighting, immaculate curtains and furniture. They were shown round the lounge areas, then into the kitchen area, and on to the bedroom suite with dressing rooms, and built in shower and bath rooms, it went on and on. Mr Wilson then took them to another lift door at the far end, and this time, they went down. "This is your access to the shops," he said. The door opened and inside Mr Wilson pressed a button when a very smartly dressed woman arrived. "Hello Mrs Manson," he said. "This is Mrs Susan and Mr Tony Trent who are the named beneficiaries in Aunt Elsie's will. They are to be shown around and afterwards taken back to the apartment, where I will be waiting." "Please call me Janet," said Mrs Manson. "You are bound to have many questions, but can I suggest you store them up until we have been round all the areas." She led them to the front of the shop, passing through lengthy corridors. The shop seemed to be dingy and full of unfashionable clothes. "This is the reception area," she said. "For the important clients we take them through here." And opened a hidden door behind which was a large shop area full of the most fashionable clothes in all colours and designs. Beyond that was another shop, this time full of underwear, lingerie, basques, corsets and more. Beyond that was another shop this time full of shoes and boots but they all seemed to be fashion items, nearly all with stiletto heels. It went on, the next room seemed to be full of latex costumes, but there were also prosthetics. In each room, they were introduced to the women that were managers or assistants in that area. Every part seemed to be very busy and full of customers. Eventually they moved through to the other shop on the high road, which seemed to be an office. She explained that this was a dummy and that some customers preferred to go through the office to the shop areas. Strange thought Susan. They were then taken up another lift to a studio area. Here they were introduced to Steve the photographer. Around the walls were stunning pictures of the most incredibly statuesque and beautiful women, which Steve explained that she had taken. She added that in adjacent rooms, she had assistants who helped with the clothes, hair and make-up. Some two hours later they were returned to the apartment where Mr Wilson was waiting for them Before taking questions he said, "You will be moving in here for the two weeks holiday that you have taken. The apartment will be cleaned by Mrs Griffiths every day, who will also make the beds. Your meals will be cooked by Mrs Newman. You will be working in the shop under the tutelage of Mrs Manson who will show you every facet of the business. Mr Arnold will be working in the accounts, ordering, and web site area on the first floor, close to where the studio is situated." "At the end of the two weeks - on Friday week, you are to return to my office and tell me if you wish to take on the business. There are some features of the business that you may find unusual, and if these are unacceptable to you, then you will be given ?100,000 and returned to your home. If you decide to take on the business, then the whole area will be signed over to you. including the apartment, the six cars in the garage, and a holiday home in the West Indies." After some further discussion, but little by way of further explanation, they returned to the garage where the limousine was waiting. They were taken back to their own home to collect some belongings. The car took Mr Wilson back to his office, then returned for the Arnolds. With their clothes and some personal belongings in their suitcases they were taken back to the apartment. There they were given the key to the Lexus small saloon for their own use. Looking around, they found the large dressing area which was full of the most immaculate dresses, shoes and other stylish clothes, all of which had belonged to Aunt Elsie. They were surprised when a buzzer sounded. They went back to the lounge where Mrs Newman and Mrs Griffiths were waiting. They introduced themselves and agreed what times that meals would be served. They could choose almost anything and it would be supplied. They asked for a quick snack and a meal to be served that evening and also chose food for Sunday and Monday. Tony said to Susan, "Can we have another look round the shop?" "I do not see why not," she replied. So they went to the other lift and went down to the ground floor. Pressing the buzzer, Mrs Manson was quickly there, and she expressed no surprise or other restriction on their movements. After all, if they were going to become the next owners, they should get used to everything. When they went to the studio area, the staff had all left for the day, so they looked around the changing rooms. They found the accounts area which was deserted on a Saturday and all locked up. There were numerous computers with huge screens, which were obviously used for the website, but not being able to get access they could not view it at that time. After a further good look around, during which they calculated that there must be at least twenty or thirty employees, they went back to the apartment. After a wash and smarten up, they were ready for their evening meal. Mrs Newman served an unbelievable three course meal with wine, and cheese and coffee to finish. They moved to the lounge area, where they started to discuss the situation. Susan said that she had noticed, "that all the staff were immaculately dressed with perfect hair and make-up, were all smartly spoken and helpful and apart from the run down front area, every room was beautifully decorated and in perfect condition." They spent the evening watching television on the 62inch screen and eventually climbed into the emperor sized bed where they soon fell asleep. During Sunday they spent a quiet lazy day with breakfast lunch and evening meal being served for them, whilst Mrs Griffiths busied herself around tidying everywhere, cleaning the bathroom, putting clean bed linen on the bed. It was like living in a luxury hotel. Monday arrived and at 9.00am they presented themselves in the shop and office areas where they were introduced to more of the staff. There were no other males so Tony felt himself a little isolated. The girls were all pleasant and he soon relaxed. He started going through all the books, which were kept on the computer system. He was given access and passwords, and to his joy, found it was an accounts system with which he was familiar. The figures were amazing. He spent all morning totally immersed and it was only an intercom call that told him that lunch was ready in the apartment. Susan had been working with Mrs Manson in the shop, where she soon learned where everything was stored before being placed on the racks. The storerooms were as large as the shop area, but incredibly well organised, much more than she had been used to, in her department store job. She joined Tony for lunch. After dining well, Tony addressed Susan, "Sue, there are only women working here, I feel somewhat intimidated by them all." Sue surprised him. "I have an odd feeling about that. I don't think they are all female! Whilst they are all very feminine, I am using my own feminine intuition, and I think some of them are men." Tony shrugged it off - they had all seemed very female to him. Back to work, but with a slightly nagging doubt, Tony went back to the accounts area. This time he asked about the web site. Rose was the designer and she answered all his questions about its construction and updates. All the other girls were taking orders, like they were going out of fashion. It seemed that as well as on-line ordering, they had an extensive telephone sales section. All the orders were transferred automatically to the store area, where another team dispatched them as soon as payment had been confirmed. At tea break, Tony walked over to the studio area, where a model was being draped over a sun lounger whilst numerous photos were taken. Steve explained that normally no-one was allowed in the studio area during a session, but as the potential new owners, she would allow it, provided he didn't get in the way, and that the client didn't object. It was only now that Tony noticed that Steve had quite a low register voice, and he could hear Susan's words in his mind. The day finished and Tony and Susan were swapping notes over a gin and tonic whilst the meal was being served. After a few comments during dinner, Susan announced that she was convinced that there were a number of males working in the shop but dressed as females. Tony commented about Steve's low voice. Whilst Mrs Newman was serving coffee, Susan asked her about the shop. "You don't know do you?" Mrs Newman responded. "Aunt Elsie ran one of the most successful shops for men who want to dress as women. That's where all the money has come from, and it's growing all the time." Silence descended. They drank their coffees without further discussion. It was some fifteen minutes before Susan broke the silence. "Does this matter? It is a very successful business and very profitable and it is being left to us, if we want it. Do we have scruples over this, or do we go with the flow, accept it for what it is, and live in luxury for the future?" They spent a quiet evening watching television and returned to the shop in the morning. Tony went straight to Steve and asked him about the clientele. "Yes," said Steve, "all the pictures around the room are of men, who have been dressed by my assistants, and made up to look beautiful." Tony admitted that the pictures were all stunning. Steve then dropped a bombshell. "If you are going to take over the business, you ought to have a make-over yourself to see what is involved." Tony excused himself, very unsure, and went back to accounts where he immersed himself in the books. They were perfectly kept and the trends were up and up. At the back of his mind was a very disturbed picture. Susan for her part waited until the right opportunity with Janet and asked her outright if she was male. "Oh yes! As are all the staff working here. Aunt Elsie was the only genetic female. As we are selling to men who want to appear as women, she decided that the perfect sales assistants would be men. They are all men, none have been snipped and several have wives who not only approve, but delighted to have access to the clothing etc that we stock, because they can acquire them at special staff rates. "But what about Tony?" Susan asked. "He is a man and he feels somewhat overwhelmed by it all." Janet responded that Tony ought to have a make- over to see what it was all about. Susan wasn't sure about that. That lunchtime, they both said what had happened that morning. They discussed whether they should call it quits now and take the ?100,000 or stick with it. The feeling was to continue, and then Susan asked Tony whether he would have a make-over. Tony's first reaction was, "Never"! He had never worn any women's clothing or even thought about it. Why should he do so now? During the conversation, Susan pointed out that it was not permanent, it was like wearing fancy dress. It was clear that she would like to see how he would look, after seeing the studio photos. Eventually Tony half-heartedly agreed, but made it clear that he was not having anything shaved, plucked, tweezed or coloured. They went back to work, and Tony sought out Steve during the afternoon, asking about a makeover. He added the proviso that he had made clear to Susan. "That is not a problem," said Steve. "We have many clients who just want the experience, but also to return to their normal lives without any indication that it had occurred." There was an appointment available the following afternoon, so Tony agreed to go ahead with the deal. The following afternoon Steve went up to the studio, filled with a little dread. Steve took Tony to the changing rooms, and told him to strip off - completely. "I've seen it all before," said Steve. "And put this on." It was a gaffe which would hide the prominent bits. Tony started to disrobe, and put the gaffe on. It was tight, but it certainly gave him a flat front. While this was happening Janet found Susan and pointed out that Tony would look very different, and perhaps she should have a makeover as well. They went up to the apartment, where Janet pointed out that most of Aunt Elsie's clothes would fit her. They selected a very pretty cocktail type dress, shoes, and a corset. Janet pointed out that this would help her fit the clothes better. First she had a complete facial where Janet made her look like a film star. The corset was pulled tight which made Susan gasp. Stockings were attached to the suspenders and she stepped into the highest heels she had ever tried - they must have been four inches high. The dress was put on and now she was allowed to look in the mirror. Wow! Tony would never recognise her. Janet ensured that she was completely comfortable and they returned to the shop area. Meanwhile Tony was being prepared. Steve asked him to put his head and arms into what looked like a rubber vest which was inside out. Steve then pulled the bottom of the 'vest' over his head and settled it down to his waist. When Tony looked down, he gave a cry of surprise. "Haven't you seen tits before?" Steve asked. "Yes, but not from this angle!" was Tony's reply. As he looked down he could see two mountains of flesh - or so it seemed. It was a latex prosthesis. Tony had a situation - Mr Happy at that point became very happy, and Tony was squirming from a discomfort in the gaffe. "That is why we put it on first - and it will soon settle down," said Steve. Tony was then asked to put on a pair of heavy duty stockings which covered his hairy legs completely. Steve then produced a corset which he put round the back of Tony and fastened the front. Steve started to pull the laces tight, until Tony gasped. Steve stopped at that point, and attached the stockings to the garters. Tony was then taken to a chair where he sat down. Two assistants took his hands and started to affix false nails to the fingers. Another assistant started on his make up. First she covered his eyebrows in a form of wax, which made them invisible. A foundation coat was spread on his face and smoothed in followed by a coating of powder. Colouring was added to his cheeks. His eyelashes were coated in mascara and false lashes affixed over his own eyelashes. Various colours were added to his eye lids. Eyebrows were drawn in a high arch. Finally his lips were coloured in bright red shiny lipstick. A wig was placed on his head. He could not see the result because the mirror was covered. He was asked to stand, when the corset laces were tightened again, making him really catch his breath. A pretty cocktail type dress was put on the floor and he was asked to step into it. It was then raised and he put his arms through the arm holes, and a full length zip was pulled up his back and fastened at the top. He sat for a moment and some high heeled shoes were put on his feet. Not very high and not stiletto to give him a chance to get his balance. A pearl necklace was put round his neck which covered the edge of the latex vest and bracelets put on his wrists. After a few careful and wavering steps he was escorted to the full length mirror. "Oh my g*d!" was all he could manage. Before him stood a wet dream, a beauty that he could not take his eyes off, a woman that before he was married, he would have given his eye teeth to date. It hit him. It was him. This was all so confusing. He was a man with normal male feelings and attitudes, but here he was, dressed as a film star, and quite enjoying the experience. It was some time before he could manage rational thoughts. Steve was delighted with the result of the makeover, and took him into the studio where he started taking photographs. Placed in various poses, Tony managed to start to relax. When the session was over, he was shown the takes on the computer and he was amazed. Never in his dreams could he have imagined this result. He left the studio and went to find Susan. Janet saw him and directed him to the area of the shop where Susan was working. "Very nice," she commented. Tony went into the clothes area and saw an assistant there. "Excuse me - can you tell me where Susan is please?" Tony asked. The assistant turned round. It was Susan, but he didn't recognise her. "Yes I am Susan," she replied. Tony gasped. "But you are beautiful! - What has happened to you?" It was only then that Susan realised that this must be Tony. "Tony?" she asked. "Yes," he replied. "But that is amazing - I could never have recognised you. You look fantastic!" Susan added. After looking each other up and down for what seemed like ages, Susan whispered, "I am so wet down there just seeing you like that and knowing what you have underneath it all!" Tony could only respond, "You don't know how turned on I am seeing you like that." They decided to go back to the apartment. When they got there, Tony unzipped Susan's dress and Susan unzipped Tony's dress only to find that they had matching corsets on underneath. Steve and Janet had set this up. Tony quickly removed the gaffe and found an erection harder than he had ever had before. Pulling Tony on to the bed, Susan whispered, "I need you inside me now!" He needed no further prompting. They had the most fantastic sex which seemed to go on for ever, and finished with a climax like no other. Spent, they relaxed and passed some time gripped tightly in each other's arms. Tony had to go to the bathroom, and Susan soon followed. Realising that dinner would shortly be served, they quickly dressed. Tony replaced the gaffe, and they zipped up each other's dresses. Susan did a quick touch up on both their faces, and they walked to the dining room hand in hand. Mrs Newman grinned as she saw them. She served dinner without comment and they finished a full bottle of red wine between them. After she had gone, they had to swap notes. Susan told Tony what had happened to her, and Tony told Susan about the photographic session. He confirmed that nothing had been shaved etc. Neither could fully comprehend the changes that had been made to their appearances. Tony admitted to utter confusion. He was a man, wearing ladies' clothes and had just had the best sex of his life. Where did that leave him? He had only expected to be wearing fancy dress, but now it was all so comfortable, and Susan had accepted him in his new form. They returned to the bedroom, where a reprise was made of the earlier session, but this time at the end, they fell asleep. Waking on the alarm in the morning, they were both feeling very horny, and again had an energetic session before breakfast. Tony removed all the clothing and wig, but the nails wouldn't come off without adhesive remover. He showered and washed his hair, singing all the while. Susan was in her shower equally happy. Susan suggested that they should put the same clothes on and return to the shop, and spend a day there in their new persona. Susan helped Tony put the breast prosthesis on, and they the both tightened each other's corset laces. Once fully dressed, Susan tried to repeat the make-up on both of them, but she wasn't very good. They had a good cooked breakfast and returned to the shop. Tony went to Steve and asked for the assistant to make him up again. Susan did the same with Janet, and they both met in the clothes shop area. Janet suggested that Tony should work in the prosthesis section, as he was wearing one of their products and could probably help sell them. That was an understatement. During the remainder of the week, he was to sell seven at five hundred pounds each, largely because they looked so natural on him. That night they returned to the apartment, and Susan suggested that they looked in the dressing room to see what other clothes were there. Susan selected a white silk full length sheath dress and a pair of white slinky high heeled shoes, whilst Tony chose a deep blue fishtail dress and he too tried some high heeled shoes. After a make-up refresh, they sauntered arm in arm to the dining room where their dinner was waiting. This time Mrs Newman said, "I see they have got to you!" Susan replied, "If we are going to become owners, we thought that we should experience what we are selling, and we are more than surprised with the results." Sex that night was again prolonged and exciting, as it was to be for the successive nights. Tony was happy to remain dressed whilst working in the shop, but on Saturday, he told Susan, he was going to put on his male clothes. He took off everything else, but again he had no adhesive remover for the false nails. After breakfast, he would go to the studio and find the necessary bottle. They had breakfast, and he sat down first to read the Saturday papers. The shirt and trousers seemed rough and course, and the socks were annoying him as they kept falling down, whilst the shoes were uncomfortable. He was wriggling and squirming whilst reading the news, and Susan could see this. "What is the matter?" she asked. "I feel very uncomfortable" He replied. "These clothes just don't seem right." After a few moments, he surprised them both when he added, "I was more at ease in the other clothes - what am I to do?." He broke down in tears. Susan took his hands and said, "Tony I love you more than ever, and I will agree to whatever you decide. If you wish to wear dresses, I do not mind, because you look beautiful in them and you are seldom smart in your men's clothes." It didn't take long to dress, and Tony relaxed once again. He would need to learn how to do his make-up, and perhaps shaving, plucking and tweezing wouldn't be so bad. They spent a relaxing weekend, and returned to the shop on Monday. Tony went to Steve. "I have decided to dress as a woman. How can I make this more permanent?" Steve replied that he would have to shave his legs and chest, or have electrolysis, and it would help to have that on his light beard also. The assistants helped him to shave his legs and chest as a start, and Steve glued realistic breasts on to his chest. Now he could wear light stockings. A new tighter corset was put in place because the other was already becoming a little loose. Tony was given lessons in make-up and he soon excelled at this. The week passed quickly and on Friday morning Mr Wilson telephoned to remind them that the fourteen days were up and he would need a definitive answer. He would send his car for them. At 11.00 they walked into his office, where his secretary served them coffee and biscuits. When Mr Wilson walked in, he did not recognise them. "Mrs Arnold?" he said tentatively. Susan acknowledged him, to which he responded, "I would never have recognised you - you look ravishing!" He added, "Where is Mr Arnold? - he needs to be here also." Susan simply pointed to Tony and explained he had made use of the services of Aunt Elsie's Shop, and this was his new appearance. Mr Wilson sat down and arranged his papers. "I have to ask you for your decision - will you be accepting the bequest and the conditions on continuing the business and retaining all the staff?" "Oh yes!" said Susan. "Without question - this is the best thing that has happened to us!" They signed papers after papers, at the conclusion of which they were the owners of the shops, apartment, clothes, six cars, several bank accounts, investments and more. The limousine returned them to the shop, where they announced the situation to the staff. They quickly got some drinks together and assembled all the staff to share the good news, and assure them that all would continue, but hopefully even to the better. They were greeted with cheers from all the staff. The following Monday Tony decided to visit a local nail bar where he had long permanent gel extensions affixed to his fingernails. He had his ears pierced and studs put in. Susan went with him and had her ears done, and seeing how well his nails looked, had hers done as well. They continued to work in the shop helping out wherever was necessary. One day Susan told Tony that they were going out and she took him to a jewellers, where they were shown matching wedding rings, and diamond engagement rings. Susan placed them on Tony's finger and Tony did the same to Susan. The jeweller also produced some diamond drop earring, all of which Susan had organised and they placed them in their ears. They continued to have a wonderful time in the shop, in life and in bed. The business continued to expand and became even more profitable. They made full use of all the clothes in the dressing rooms in the apartment, always looking incredibly well dressed and well heeled. Tony started to get a rash where the breast forms were stuck to his chest, and he was disappointed that he would have to take them off. Rather than refer to the latex torso, Susan suggested that he should consider having implants. Living now as a woman, Tony was sympathetic to the idea, so Susan made an appointment with a local surgeon. It would not be cheap, but it would solve the problem. The date came and Tony was taken into the hospital, where he was put under general anaesthetic. When he came to, and had recovered from the drugs, he looked into his nightdress and saw a wonderful pair of natural looking breasts. At that point Susan came in. "Don't speak yet. I have also had your Adam's apple shaved and your vocal chords slightly tightened to give you a more natural voice." Once he had fully recovered from the anaesthetic, Susan helped him dress. She had brought a below the waist corset, so he could wear a very pretty balconette bra. She helped him put on the stockings, then zipped up his dress. She put high heeled platform shows on his feet. Standing cautiously, Tony took a few steps, and finding his balance they left the hospital to return to the apartment. Susan suggested that they should take a holiday at their home in the Caribbean. The staff could look after the shop for a couple of weeks. Tony was so happy. Susan was also very happy. As a couple they had everything going for them. They had a successful business, a wonderful apartment, a fleet of cars, beautiful clothes, and a very happy marriage. Mentally, they thanked Aunt Elsie for leaving them her shop and lived happy ever after.