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Part 2 - Preparations for the Big Event Lauren Goodridge had a lot of things that she needed to organise. The dress was already bought and her initial fitting had shown it was the right one. However going to the graduation ball involved so much more. There was the stretch limo that they were all going to arrive in, accessories like earrings and bracelets, arranging for a photographer to take the photographs that would be needed as a memento for years to come and getting the right pair of shoes to go with her new dress to name a few. All these things cost money. Money which she didn't personally have since she didn't have a job. Asking her mother to borrow her credit card had been a genius idea that had solved all her problems. The problem that remained was that she just didn't have enough hours in the day at the weekends to get it all done and still go out with the posse. At school they had what were known as study periods, where they were supposed to sit quietly in a classroom and get on with homework or read. The girls at school all referred to them however as free periods or more commonly doss hours. On Wednesday Lauren had a doss hour just before lunch, which gave her two and a half whole hours to do what she liked. In theory she wasn't supposed to leave the school during a doss hour, but that had never stopped Lauren in the past and it certainly wasn't going to stop her now. The railing at the back of the playing fields had been bent apart for as long as Lauren could remember, and the ground around the hole was worn down such that the grass had given way to mud. Fortunately the weather had been dry as they were approaching the summer, and the ground was just dusty and not muddy and thus didn't ruin Lauren's shoes. Muddy pumps would have been a dead giveaway to the teachers when she returned. She quickly slipped through the gate and headed in towards town. About halfway there she felt that she was being followed. As she looked behind her, on occasion Lauren just saw a figure dart back behind a hedge. The third time it happened she'd had enough and she turned and stomped back to the hedge to confront whoever it was who was following her. She rounded the outcropping of the bush that was overgrowing the pavement and shouted out. "I know you're there you little shit." The person following her had tried to hide further into the bush, but Lauren could see quite clearly that her tail was the be-speckled little nerd Colin Ward. He'd had the temerity to ask her out just after Christmas and she'd laughed in his face, turning him down flat. Then she'd passed it around to the other girls what a loser he was and ensured that he was mocked at every opportunities. "Show your ugly face Colin Ward, or has it got so bad with spots now that you have to hide it away in the bushes?" she mocked him. He sheepishly inched out of the bushes and glared at her. "Stop ogling me you piece of shit. I should report you to the police following me!" "I'll tell that you skipped out of school if you do," Colin replied. She really didn't need the damned teachers to find out about her little lunchtime sojourn. They could prevent her going to the ball if she got into too much trouble. "You're out of school too and you'll get into as much trouble as I will," Lauren pointed out. "Then it's a stalemate," Colin replied in a rather smug way. "No, it's not you shit. You think that your life is hell now, but if you don't stop following me right now then I'll make your life a living nightmare!" Lauren boasted to him. Colin's face fell at that and Lauren felt really smug. "Alright. Just get your friends to leave me alone," Colin replied sulkily. "I might." Lauren turned on her heels away from him. She had no intention of persuading the girls to let up on him, but she didn't want to clue him into that. Besides she had far more important things to be getting on with. ******** Dan parked in the main town car park before hurrying to his meeting at the Costa coffee with Oscar. Oscar was already there, sitting outside on the metal tables and chairs dressed in a tweed suit with a frilly cuffed white shirt underneath. Dan thought he looked a bit like a bad version of Austin Powers, but decided that perhaps it wasn't best to mention it. "Hi, I almost had a heart attack when taking pictures of Laura," he said putting the DSLR camera down on the table. "I thought she'd spotted me, but fortunately it was one of the geeky kids from school." "I warned you to keep your distance. That lens is very powerful and you can get good shots from some way off," Oscar replied sipping on his Frappuccino. "I knew that she was likely to bunk off in her study period and I guess I got lucky. I think I got everything you wanted." Dan passed the camera over to Oscar who flipped the little screen up and began scanning through the pictures. "These are the easy ones," Oscar told him. "You need to get some more intimate shots of her if we are to make you a perfect suit. Can you live with what you'll need to do to get them?" "What do you mean?" Dan asked. "You need to get pictures of her naked. She's not going to pose naked willingly for you or even in public. You're going to have to get them through some rather extreme voyeurism." Oscar put the camera down. "Then you've got to also get a voice sample, though that should be a bit easier I think. That will however involve lying and deception. What I'm getting at is, that to get your revenge, you're going to have to be prepared to do some things that you probably would never have considered before." "I already said that I'm in on this the other day Oscar. I'll do what has to be done. Why is it important to you?" Dan asked. Oscar flicked his lighter and lit up a small brown cigarette from a case. He took a long drag and exhaled before replying. "My soul is already marked Dan. I wanted you to understand what you have agreed to do here before you get too far into it. Now that I've said my piece, we need to start planning. Do you still have a way that you can get into the school and plant another camera? This one is smaller, lighter and is triggered by a motion sensor." "Yes I think I can get in," Dan replied, wracking his brains of all the ways that he could achieve the goal that Oscar wanted. "Good, here's what I need you to do." With that he leaned forward and outlined the plan to Dan. ********** Jasmine Goodridge had an appointment to keep with her potential new backer, and she was somewhat nervous as a result. Neither the banks nor her husband would loan her any money; certainly not after her last business failure. So Jasmine had needed to go to slightly less reputable source to obtain the money she needed for her business. She'd heard about Lenny Fossiter from her tennis coach Dean Sanderson, with whom she'd been having an affair with for the past two weeks. For Jasmine, pillow talk had always been useful in getting what she wanted, and quite by chance he'd mentioned that Lenny had been able to loan him quite of bit of money a few years back. Jasmine had quizzed him about Lenny and how she could contact him, before arranging this meeting last week to get what she needed for her new business. Jasmine had dressed in her smartest blue business skirt suit with a crisp cream coloured blouse with a pusseybow neckline that revealed just a small tantalising piece of cleavage. It was never good to show too much, Jasmine felt, since if you gave men too much too soon they didn't respect you. As a serious business woman that was the last thing that she wanted right now. The meeting was to be held in the Dog and Duck public house. It was not somewhere that she would have chosen to meet a business associate, but she guessed that Lenny didn't have an office of his own. When she arrived, there was a hawk nosed man already at the bar in a checked suit, scrawny brown hair and a pork pie hat. "Excuse me, but are you Mr Leonard Fossiter?" she asked nervously. Jasmine really didn't like going up to strange men in pubs, but since she didn't know her contact she had little choice and besides, he was the only other person currently in the bar with the exception of the barman. "Been a long time since anyone has called me Leonard," the man replied to her. He held out his hand. "Lenny. You must be Jasmine." Jasmine cautiously took the man's hand tentatively and Lenny firmly gripped it and began pumping her hand up and down quite vigorously. "So I hear you need some dosh?" Lenny asked her. "Err yes, I would like a loan, yes," she replied. It was not what she expected at all. "Can't get a bank loan then?" Lenny inquired and she nodded in response. "Alright how much do you want love?" Jasmine didn't much like his playful cheeky-chappy attitude, but at present she had no alternatives if she wanted to get her business going. "Ten thousand pounds. I need it to buy raw materials and to pay someone to set up my website." "I don't care why you need it love, I just need to know what you have as collateral," Lenny asked her. Jasmine had already thought about this. She had very little of her own. The house was in her husband's name, and all she had was the Jewellery that she wore and the Mercedes A class that Marcus had bought her. "My car, which is parked outside. It was bought new last year for twenty one thousand pounds. That should be enough to cover it." Jasmine really didn't want to have to explain if she lost the car to her husband, but she was confident in her business this time. "Sounds good. I'll draw up some papers and meet you at the dog track on Friday evening. The interest rate will be 50% per annum," Lenny told her. It was a high rate, but where else could she go. Her figures were good and once she'd paid off the loan, Jasmine figured that she'd be rolling in it and a little less profit was the price that she would have to pay. "Alright, I accept," she agreed. He spat on his hand and offered it to her. She tried not to wince at all the germs on his hand now and shook it to make the deal. ********** Dan had spent the remainder of the day at Oscar's house wearing a corset and walking around in heels. Oscar had told him that both items were things that he was going to need to get used to if he was going to pull this off. By the evening his feet were hurting and he'd soaked them in the bathtub to try and staunch the pain. The corset conversely had been nice and snug at first, though he had increasingly found it restrictive to bend down in. His flexibility in the corset was really poor and instead of bending down Dan found that he needed to bend his knees to reach things down nearer the ground. In heels this was quite the added challenge. After he got home, Dan stayed up until one in the morning before packing the camera that Oscar had given him into the case. There had been a lengthy explanation on how to set it up, and he hoped he had down pat now. Wearing all black, Dan sneaked out into the night and headed to the school that he used to work at. His stomach rumbled at the lack of food he'd had during the day. His new extremely healthy diet was really quite difficult and he was constantly feeling hungry now. When all this was over, Dan promised himself that he was going to gorge himself on a huge steak to make up for all the lost meals, but for now he knew he had to suffer if he was going to pull this off. It had been quite a while since he'd been inside the school but Dan guessed that nothing much had changed. He was kind of hoping on it really, because although he had a copy of the key to get into the main building door, he still needed to get past the alarm. If they'd changed the code after he'd left then the alarms would go off and he would have to get out of there very quickly. After opening the door, Dan had just a minute to enter the numbers. He was nervous but he steeled himself as he entered 5162, the code as he remembered it from when he had to open up one Saturday to take a practice session for the school play one year. Dan was relieved to hear no alarm bells and he quickly headed further into the school building as quietly as he could. It wasn't as though there were any security guards that would be patrolling the school, but he really didn't want to wake up Mr Grimes the caretaker if he could help it. His first destination was the school secretary's office which he was relieved to find wasn't locked. It held the biggest treasure trove of information on Lauren Goodridge in the UK and Dan knew that there were things inside that would prove very valuable for his impersonation. Dan fired up the old PC, which was still running Windows 7. The education authority still hadn't upgraded the creaking old machine and he had to wait for several minutes before he got the login screen. He entered his credentials and was pleasantly surprised that it let him login. Unlike most businesses, the school had never actually gotten around to actually removing his account. After starting up windows explorer he located the sixth form pupils folder and underneath that the one belonging to Lauren. He stuck his USB stick in the slot and copied all the files across before shutting it the creaking old machine down again. He was careful to leave everything back in place where he found it, before taking the USB back out and pocketing it. Dan then made his to the girl's changing rooms. He had only been in there once before, when he had to go and talk with Miss Fanshaw, the ladies physical education teacher, about one of the girls in his form. His memory that the girl's changing room was a mirror image of the boy's one had not been far off. A funny shiver went down his spine as he entered what was normally a forbidden zone to men. Soon though he knew, it would be likely need to be very familiar to him. With that in mind, he took a quick look around to orientate himself There were a couple of dark blue short skirts still hanging on pegs on the frames atop the changing benches where some careless girls had left them behind. The dark blue skirts and white T shirts were the summer PE kit for the girls. Soon, he might have to wear this kit himself, and Dan wasn't sure that he was looking forwards to having to do physical education once again. If they could time the switch at just the right time, then hopefully he wouldn't have to. Next to Miss Fanshaw's office was an open bin containing lost property. There were a number of bras, knickers and discarded hosiery inside that all looked like they could do with a good wash. Had he not already had a number of Lauren's cast offs, he would have been tempted to take some of the unwanted clothes. Thinking about Lauren's old clothes though reminded him that he still had a number of questions he needed to ask his erstwhile partner in crime. Dan had accepted Oscar's proposal quite readily, but he really didn't know a lot about the man. For starters Oscar didn't seem to have a job, yet he seemed to have a nice plush flat, plenty of money and a rather comfortable lifestyle. This was all despite claiming to have lost a lot of money to Jasmine. Then there was the question of exactly why he had kept all of Lauren's clothes, when he was primarily focussed on getting his revenge on Jasmine. Since he already had a working disguise of Jasmine, Dan had to ask himself further why the man had not actually just got on with things and taken his revenge already. Something didn't add up but he couldn't figure out what was going on. Dan clambered up onto one of the benches, camera in hand and carefully slotted it between two of the water pipes such that its lens was focussed down into the room itself. Then he turned the dial to put it into 'motion activated sleep mode' and turned it on. He had to be careful as he left the changing rooms not to trigger it and thus run down the battery, carefully inching himself slowly against the wall and out the door. ********* Oscar watched Jasmine head into the office from the car. He would need to find out which of the firms that she had visited there later, but for now understanding her movements was all he needed. He checked his reflection out in the mirror. It was not the foppish thin young man that looked back at him in the glass though, but the lovely young brunette called Wendy Redfern. He thought back to the time six weeks ago when he'd first donned his disguise as Wendy and gone knocking at the Goodridges palatial home. He'd been so turned on that first day slipping into her skin that he'd needed to give his member a hand job before it would go down sufficiently to be able to slot into the pouch the held the catheter. Seeing his lower regions disappear and being replaced by a feminine mound, curvy hips and arse had been an incredible experience but Oscar had understood that he had to be focussed. He'd only needed a few minor adjustments to the chest area to ensure that the 'C' cup breasts didn't flop down all over the place. Wendy Redfern was a character of his own creation, one who didn't really exist and couldn't be traced back to him or anyone else for that matter. Her voice was real, in the sense that he'd used a YouTube video of a real woman doing a cookery demonstration to get his friend Vishnan to programme the chip. Other than that, the features of her lovely face were sculpted from a selection of different women, making her a fabrication of his own creation. The Jasmine Goodridge suit on the other hand was that of a real live person and to perfect the suit, he also needed to perfect her character. He'd felt that although Dan was fooled the other night, that his performance could have been better. An intimate encounter with her husband would be particularly tricky and hence the need for more information on his target. It was not long before Jasmine came back out from the office and slid back into her Mercedes. It was Wednesday, so Oscar was expecting her to go to her hairdressers soon like she did every week. That one was going to be a problem Oscar was sure. How would he be able to maintain that when his hair would be a wig and really would never need cutting? Oscar followed Jasmine's car at a distance and sure enough she pulled in to the car park next to Michelle's salon. He'd only told Dan part of the truth the other night and he wasn't sure if and when he would tell Dan the rest of his own plan. For now, the other man didn't need to know his longer term goals. ********** Dan had risen late in the morning due to his overnight foray to the school, but he knew that he had things to be getting on with. First of all he had to go through all the material that he'd recovered from the school computer the day before. He knew a fair bit about Lauren's academic record from when he was teaching her, but he'd never really dug deep into her records. The first important discovery was a scan of Lauren's birth certificate, NHS number, and passport. The school liked to keep such things for school trips, particularly those going abroad and all these things were very useful. There were records of her eye and hearing tests as well as medical pointers that the school needed to know about such as allergies. Having poured through the data, Dan had to get on with the second and more important task that he needed to do. He had already downloaded the voice changing app on his phone and he plugged in his headset ready to make the call. The data file had detailed Lauren's mobile phone number on it, so after taking a deep breath he dialled the number, ensuring that his own number was withheld from her phone. It was lunchtime, so he figured that she wouldn't be in class and would probably answer it. Hello, who's this? I hope you're not some spam call! Lauren answered. "My name is Winston James and I am conducting a survey on behalf of a well-known High Street fashion retailer. Would you have five minutes to spare?" Dan asked. Not really! Lauren answered bluntly. Dan had half expected this. "Participation will enter you into a prize draw that could win you a voucher for ?1,000 to spend in store." Oh, which store exactly is it for? Lauren asked. "Future Fashions," Dan replied. It was a large chain aimed at young women and Dan hoped that she would fall for it. Oh, well I'm not much into their stuff really. It tends to be far too common. You know it just seems to cater for all the chavs really. Lauren replied haughtily. "Perhaps your feedback would help them improve the choice for you?" Dan suggested. No, I'd only do this if I thought that my time was worth it. I don't want any of their stuff, so I'm not going to do your stupid survey. With that Lauren ended the call. Dan just hoped that he had got enough in that short call for what Oscar's friend needed for the voice chip. *************** "Damn telemarketers," Lauren said aloud to Sally who was checking her makeup next to her at the dining table. "Sorry what?" Sally replied. Lauren had noticed that Sally was paying less and less attention to what she said nowadays. It was a most annoying habit that she was developing. "I said 'Damn telemarketers'. They just phoned me up to annoy me," Lauren repeated. "Oh, yeah. I guess. I'm going to hang with Fiona. See you later." With that Sally picked up her tray and took it over to the rubbish bin to dispose of the leftovers and left Lauren all on her own. That never happened. She was the most popular girl in school and she was in the main dining room all on her own. She looked around and spotted her boyfriend Reece on another table with all his rugby playing mates. Since she was on her own, it was a perfect opportunity for a bit of bf time. She headed over, swaying her hips to ensure that he noticed her approach. "Hi honey!" she said as she rounded his shoulder to talk softly in Reece's ear. "Yeah Jason was awesome on the wing. That dummy he sold their fullback and then sidestep around him was class," Reece told his buddies. They were talking sport. Lauren hated it when they talked sport and she didn't really like Rugby. She pretended to like it for Reece's sake, but truth be told she didn't actually understand all the rules. It was nice looking at all the fit young male bodies though, which was the only compensation to standing around in the cold to support her man. "How about we go and find somewhere where we can be alone together?" Lauren whispered in his ear. The fact that technically the sentence didn't make sense to her completely passed her by in her desire for a little school time smooching. Reece turned around to glance at her. "Not now Lauren, can't you see we're in the zone now. I'll see you later when school finishes." Lauren didn't like being brushed off, but she couldn't show it in front of Reece's friends. "Alright honey, I'll see you later." She gave him a false smile and blew him a kiss for show. She'd just go and find Fiona and assert her authority over the girls with the remainder of her lunchtime. There would always be a later with Reece. As she headed out of the dining hall she regretted not talking with the damn marketer. At least he actually wanted to talk with her! ********* Wendy headed back into the entrances of the Offices that she had sat outside the day before whilst watching Jasmine go inside. The entry lobby to the building had a reception desk with a security guard and a receptionist sat behind it. There were plaques of a number of different companies on the wall as well as some double doors that could only be accessed by a security pass. Wendy scanned the company names. "Can I help you?" the receptionist asked her. It was too fast before she'd had a chance to look over all the companies. "Quite possibly," Wendy answered still scanning the company names on the wall. "My boss came here yesterday. Her name was Jasmine Goodridge and she thought that she'd left a folder here. Do you think you could check please?" "Oh yes, I remember her. Blonde woman. Let me just ask Mrs Fredericks," the receptionist replied. She tapped some numbers into her phone and spoke into the headset. "Oh I'm sorry to bother you Jane but there's a lady here who says that she thinks that Mrs Goodridge might have left a folder behind yesterday." There was a brief silence and the receptionist looked back up at her and gave Wendy a wan smile. "She's just checking." After a few minutes of standing on her heels, the receptionist said into her headpiece. "Alright thank you for looking Jane." She looked up back at Wendy. "I'm sorry but they couldn't find anything in their offices. I'm sure that someone from Gemz Ltd will call Jasmine if they find anything." Wendy smiled and thanked the receptionist. She'd gotten everything she needed from the woman, the company name and the name of Jasmine's contact. All in all this encounter had been a bit of a result fro Oscar. ********* Lauren looked up and down the road outside the school looking for Reece. It was twenty to four now and he should have been here by now. She wondered what was holding him up. He said that he would see her after school. Lauren took her pink iPhone out of her bag and texted him. Where R U? It was several minutes before a reply came to her text. Oh sry L. Ended up bng dragged to J's. Catch U laterz. Jason was a good friend of Reece's she knew, but he shouldn't abandon her for him. After all she had a reputation to keep. It was just fortunate that none of the other girls were around to witness her being stood up. ********* Jasmine Goodridge would not normally be seen dead at the dog track, but she had been given no alternative venue to meet to get her loan. She had decided to dress down in her tennis sweatpants and a fleece jacket to try and ensure that she didn't stand out in the crowd of assorted riff-raff that inhabited this den of iniquity. Of course her sweat pants were the best that money could buy and had a gold trim all down the side with the Gucci logo emblazoned on the side, but it was as close to dressing down as she was going to get. Even with her 'disguise' Jasmine felt out of place and exposed at the dog track. People, men especially would barge past her in the way down towards where the bookmakers had installed themselves near to the track. She had kept on all her jewellery and Jasmine was paranoid that some local lowlife would pull a knife on her and demand that she give it to them. After all she'd heard stories of such things on the news from this end of town. Jasmine looked around nervously trying to spot the weasel faced man Lenny Fossiter. The quicker that she could sign the papers, do the transaction and be out of here again in her Mercedes with the cheque the better. She couldn't see the dratted man and there were already other undesirable men here giving her the eye. She was sure that her neatly styled blonde hair and earrings gave her away, but there was little she could do but wait. "Watch ya love," she heard a voice from behind her and turned to try and fend off whatever undesirable was trying to make a pass at her. It was not some undesirable though that she was faced with, but Leonard Fossiter still wearing the same old suit. He had some pieces of paper in one hand and a padded brown envelope in the other. Just behind Lenny stood two overlarge men with muscles on either side. "Oh Mr Fossiter it's you!" Jasmine replied. "Why, who'd you think it was love? Father Christmas! Still I guess I've brought you a present or two so you can fink of me as Santa even though I ain't got no red robe or white beard," Lenny replied to her in that so common accent of his. "You got a pen?" he added smoothing out the two dog-eared copies of the contract onto the railing. Jasmine fished into her bag for a pen. She had deliberately brought her plainest looking handbag with her and left all her cards and money at home. The pen however was an expensive Parker and she didn't want to lose it. "Sign here and then date there love," Lenny instructed her. His use of familiarity with her was infuriating, but she wanted the money and she wasn't going to call him out on it. She signed both copies of the contract and then put the current day's date next to her signature without reading the detail. "Lovely jubbly!" Lenny mimicked Del Boy's catch phrase from the television. It seemed the man had modelled himself on his TV idol. "Do you want me to count out all the dosh or do you trust me love?" "Count it out. Isn't it a cheque?" Jasmine exclaimed, clearly horrified at the thought of handling so much cash. "No, its cash. I've got ten bags of sand for you," Lenny said. Jasmine hadn't got the faintest idea what he was talking about. "I don't want sand, I'm not a builder," she stated firmly. "No love. Bags of sand is a grand in rhyming slang," Lenny replied with a chuckle. With that he opened up the jiffy bag and began pulling out wads of notes and flicked them through his fingers to show that they were all real ?50 notes in them. Jasmine had to quickly look at them and then stuff them quickly in her handbag. "All cushty love?" It all looked right to Jasmine so she nodded, and forced a smile even though she hated his manner. "Don't forget your first repayment is due on the 1st of next month. You can find me here at the track. I take cash, just as I paid it out to you," Lenny told her. It was all highly irregular, but then if she could have gotten a regular bank loan then she wouldn't have had to do this. "Fine Mr Fossiter. I will see you then," Jasmine told him as she looked for a way to get out of this place as quickly as she could heading back to her nice safe home. ********** Dan took the recording and the information around to Oscar's flat that evening. Since it was Friday he doubted that Oscar would be able to do much with it until the following week, but he wanted to show the other man that he was getting his tasks done. Of course the proof would be in the pudding when he actually retrieved the camera from the school next week, but for now he had done what he could. The door to Oscar's apartment was opened by a strange young brunette woman, dressed to kill in a light blue low cut lace 'A' line dress, hoop earrings and glittery silver strappy heels. "Oh excuse me, is Oscar in?" Dan enquired of the woman. The woman smiled. "Yes, come in will you, you must be Dan." Dan still had no idea who she was and gingerly followed her into the flat. There were several dresses discarded onto the sofa in a heap and several pairs of tights hanging over a radiator to dry. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know your name," Dan asked politely. "I'm Wendy, I'm Oscar's twin sister," Wendy told him. "Non-identical twin I'd guess," Dan cut in quickly. Wendy nodded. "You look nice. It's about time that my brother had some handsome friends. He's so much of a loner," Wendy said. Dan knew a come-on when he heard one and he loosened his collar slightly. "I only just met your brother recently. You seem to have got the looks from your egg in the womb," Dan was sure that this wasn't the best chat up line he'd ever come up with, but he was on the spot. "Oh that's sweet. No one's ever said that to me before. Would you like a drink?" Wendy smiled at him. She had a cute smile. Dan could see the vague resemblance to Oscar, but she looked far cuter than her brother ever did. "Oh well, they should have. Yes, a drink would be pleasant. A lager if you have it." Wendy went to the fridge and took out a cold one and poured it into a glass for him, He admired her assets as she bent down to get the tin from the fridge and she even wiggled her ass it a little as she did. He was sure that she was teasing him and Dan imagined himself pounding her from behind. "So, you live here too?" he asked as he accepted the glass. "Oh no, I just came over to drop something off for Oscar who had to nip out to the shops. I wasn't expecting to find a handsome young man turn up." She smiled sweetly at time. Dan was starting to have stirrings down below already based on that smile and her curves. He guessed that she must have had some idea that her brother was a transvestite given all the clothes around the place, but had no idea if she knew what he was planning to do. "I guess I'll just take a seat then." He looked around and cleared a space on the sofa before plonking himself down, his glass deposited on the side table next to it. No sooner had he done so when Wendy moved in and sat on his lap, her skirt covering his crotch area. Dan didn't know what to do as she smoothed his hair with her manicured hand and moved in towards his face to steal a kiss. In the end he did what any other red blooded male would do and put his arms around her waist, open his mouth and kiss her. He could smell her perfume as their tongues entwined as they kissed which sent more blood flow south into his swelling member. By the way that Wendy was sitting he was sure that she would be able to feel his excitement and he could feel her warm derriere in his lap. Instead of carrying on with the make out session, Wendy moved back a little way from his face. She couldn't get back off him though as she was still help firmly in his arms. "So that's the kind of dedication you need to do when you get into the role dude," Wendy told him. The words were incongruous with her sweet voice and Dan didn't know how to react or exactly what she was talking about. "Wha'?" he replied somewhat dumbstruck. "It's me, Oscar," Wendy told him. The realisation suddenly came to Dan that he'd just kissed another man and he took his arms from around Wendy's waist and began wiping his mouth. It was a pretty empty gesture really. "Look Oscar, I'm not here to play these weird sick twisted games of yours!" he said firmly to the fake woman in his lap. His penis however hadn't got the memo yet as to the reality of Wendy's gender. "On the contrary Dan, that's exactly what you signed up for when you said that you're going to impersonate Lauren. She does have a boyfriend you do know that? A boyfriend who will be escorting her to the Prom that is, and who is probably going to want to kiss her at the Prom and possibly do more with her afterwards," the fake woman told him. Her words slowly began to sink into his brain and Dan suddenly realised that this wasn't going to be just the simple bit of cross-dressing that he'd imagined. "I didn't think of it like that. I can't kiss a man. Unlike you, I'm completely straight!" he told Oscar. "You just did kiss a man. You didn't die from the experience did you?" Oscar as Wendy pointed out a touch harshly. "Look, I thought that you were a real woman. I wouldn't have if I'd have known," Dan explained. "You're going to have to get used to it Dan. Maybe I'll get you a temporary suit set up until you've lost enough weight for me to make the Lauren suit. That way we can go out and practice this together in the field. You'll get experience of feminine movements and mannerisms at the same time. Now did you get the voice sample? I need to get it sent off to start making the voice chip." Dan nodded dumbly. He didn't like the sound of this next stage of the training, but he'd already committed himself to this path of revenge. He could stop it all now he supposed, but then the little bitch and all her friends would just do the same thing again to another poor teacher. She needed to be taught a lesson. "Alright, I suppose." Dan found himself replying weekly. "Could you get off my lap please, as I can't get to the drive in my pocket with you on me, and quite frankly I'm not that comfortable with you being sat there?" With that Wendy slid off his lap and let his fish out the USB drive before he handed it over. Things would start to really hot up soon it seemed once he'd retrieved the camera. ************************************************************************ If you enjoyed my work here, check out my two novels under the name Katerina Hellam on Amazon:- 1) Finneas Awakes - A Contemporary Fantasy Adventure with Cross-dressing and a background that spans decades. The fact that van delivery driver Finn Maguire is a martial artist and a transvestite are just two of the more common place things about him. Weeks after the death of his girlfriend Marianne, Finn flips and decides to do his job en femme for the day as a V sign to his overbearing supervisor Martin Henderson. 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