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We need some PA 4 The meal was a great success. The ladies had chosen a small Italian gastro pub with only 10 tables. The high prices kept the riff raff and families away, there were only couples and pairs of friends. The girls were schooled throughout on how to sit, how to lean forward to eat and not mess up their dresses. Sid and Arthur were merry before they went and after sharing another bottle or two they were now quite drunk. Betty and Jane looked quite disgusted. "I can only apologise for our husbands, they can be a pair of old soaks sometimes," said Jane. "It's OK they're enjoying themselves," replied Emma. "The annoying thing is they'll be up with the larks playing golf again tomorrow. Men!" said Betty. "They're terrible aren't they?" added Paula with a smile. Betty and Jane giggled as they got the joke and the 'ladies' and ladies clinked their glasses together. Paula motioned to Emma she need to go to the loo and so learning their lessons well they went together. In the old pub the tables were arranged in small rooms so they needed to pass through tight passageways to reach the toilet. At one point this required them to squeeze past one of the younger waiters who didn't seem to mind the experience if his smile was anything to go by. "I bet he's there when we come back," laughed Emma. And he was.... This time his hand accidentally caressed Emma's leg. Instead of getting mad she smiled at the power a woman had over a man. As they finished their meal the same by now very attentive waiter brought mint's and the obligatory company card's asking for feedback for your waiter Franco. On Emma's card this was accompanied by call me 0797- etc. xx. Paula was most put out until she realised her's had a message from Lucio. Betty and Jane had noticed the girls comparing cards and smiling at their conquests. They nodded to each other with pride at their handiwork. The very attentive waiters assisted the party to the car. The following morning true to form Sid and Arthur were long gone when Emma and Paula smelt bacon cooking and they realised it was time to go down for breakfast. "Good morning girls. Today we'll do a little more practice then send you on your way after lunch. Betty and I have been very pleased with the effort you've put into this Sid and Arthur are very very pleased with you. I'm sure you'll be rewarded in future," Jane enjoyed giving out the praise. "Our thanks to you two ladies as well we'd have been nowhere without your guidance," said Emma. "Wonderful! We've had a bit of fun as well," replied Betty. "Let's have breakfast then sort ourselves out." After eating they both dressed comfortably and simply as directed by Betty and Jane. Leggings and tunics, simple light makeup. Most of the time was spent arranging the clothes and shoes they had accumulated. It had been agreed that they would come back here on Thursday to prepare for Friday but they would take a selection of items for practice purposes during the week. After a coffee they had another walk with Betty and Jane, getting practice in meeting people in the daytime. A light lunch followed, no sign of Sid and Arthur. "They'll roll up late afternoon, very merry and expecting a Sunday roast. We love them dearly but....," Smiled Betty. "Do you want to go home as you are or shall we make you less glam?" Asked Jane. "I'm OK it'll be fun," said Emma/Mark "If you don't mind I'll change back, my neighbourhood watch don't just look out for crime," Offered Paula/Paul. Another clue with how comfortable Mark is with this he thought. "Right then I'll get off, see you at work tomorrow Paula, sorry Paul. Thanks for all the help Betty & Jane it's been fun," And with that Emma/Mark picked up the bags and set off. Jane helped clean off the makeup and spent a bit of time teasing Paul's hair into a more masculine style. As he dressed, these clothes, his normal clothes, felt less comfortable. He had been nervous of this whole enterprise, now he was worrying he liked it too much. He thanked the ladies and set off home. ------------------------------------------------ When he got home he took care to put all his new clothes away properly. There was a small part of him that wanted to dress up again but he decided, pub, match on SKY tonight, several pints, reclaim your masculinity. Sorted. Sounded so easy but he actually had to rethink being a bloke. Anyway, after a couple of pints in 'The Bull' he had managed to recover his male mojo. The match was exciting, 2 goals each in the first half. Some of his friends were in, the banter was great and realising he hadn't eaten a main Sunday meal he ordered a bacon and a chip barm, lovely. He didn't notice the girl sat on her own until partway through the second half, there were people watching the TV in-between them. She was facing away but he could see her long legs, high heels and a positively indecent skirt, he was quite proud to realise his male self was in full working order. Nice. When the match had finished and the crowd had either left or sat down he realised she was still there. He hadn't seen her face up to yet so it was quite a surprise when she turned as he approached. "Emma?" "Hi Paul." "What the..... are you doing here?" Paul sat down with 'Emma'. "Not going to offer to buy a thirsty girl a drink? I wanted to talk to you, you weren't at home, your mobile is off, I second guessed you'd be here, so predictable." An unseen hand slapped Paul on the back. "See you lad, enjoy the rest of your evening." Paul smiled at the obscene gestures as his mates left the bar. Emma smiled. "I can guess what you're seeing." "They probably think I'm punching above my weight." Paul smiled at the irony. "Why thank-you kind sir," replied Emma. "Quite a compliment." "Fancy a coffee back at mine?" asked Paul. "You can tell me what's going on here." ------------------------------------------- Back at Paul's "I saw you watching me," said Emma. "Watching you? When?" "In the shoe shop." "Oh!" "Yes Oh!, I dropped my guard. I was too good at the heels wasn't I?" "I did notice how easily you mastered them, yes." "Damn. And then I happily drove away this afternoon en-femme didn't I?" "You did." "I suppose you may have been suspicious that this might not be the first time I'd done this." "The thought did cross my mind." "OK here we are, I was a tranny for years, my sisters started it as a bit of fun but I took it further, kept it going when I went to college and for a while when I got this job. Then what's known as the great purge, shame, rejection, bin every item of clothing. I've read many tranny's do it. Anyway that was 2 years ago, been 'clean' all that time. Then what happens we get re-generation, for me anyway, on steroids." "But you were the enthusiastic one?" "Aye, trying to do a double bluff. You however say you didn't want to do it, but did really." "You saw that?" "Oh yes! You've loved it all "OK I admit it. I admit it.... But why are you telling me this now?" "I just had to. I've got to go back to man mode tomorrow it felt easier to tell you now, like this." "OK I get it." "Thanks for being understanding." "Thanks for boosting my street cred in 'The Bull'" laughed Paul. "My pleasure, anything for a mate," Emma smiled at the incongruity. "I'm off home now. See you as 'normal' tomorrow." ------------------------- The next four days passed quickly, normal firefighting assisting Sid and Arthur. Every now and again realising they were sitting knees together, brushing their hair out of their eyes or taking shorter strides. Unlearning the learnt. On Thursday Sid and Arthur sent them off early to give them more time with Jane and Betty. The plan was to eat out again, more practice. They were wondering if this was overpreparing for just one day. This time they proved they had been practicing by doing their own makeup and getting into their undergarments. Betty and Jane were impressed with their efforts and after a little touching up pronounced them acceptable, they still needed help with their hairstyles however. The dresses they were given to wear were new, Jane and Betty couldn't stop shopping. Emma's was a shimmering silky blue and Paula's was covered in sequins with a sliver blue hue. New shoes with a high heel had been bought to match. In combination with the light sheen nude tights they weren't hiding in the shadows tonight. Once again the 'girls' attracted the attention of the waiters, generally behaved like the young women they were supposed to be and had a good time. Friday arrived, the big day, suddenly it got more real, after breakfast they dressed in the formal business skirt and jackets, sensible heel height and discreet jewellery. Arthur surprised them with what were known at the office as 'girly' PC's in a lightweight bag to go with their handbags which had been well stocked by Jane and Betty. They had all the cosmetics they might need, Betty had been keen to emphasise the 'kiss proof' lip gloss and giggling at their discomfort. As they were travelling in Sid's Jaguar Arthur produced ID cards on lanyards with their assumed names and images. He was in charge of site security so had no problem obtaining them. Dropping into full security mode he had taken possession of their male passes as 'he couldn't allow anyone to have 2 passes'. This development left them feeling a little unsettled to start with, they felt a little trapped, which was strange given the clothes they were wearing. The car entered the site. It was obviously well known to the security guards but they carefully checked the passes of the unfamiliar girls in the rear, Emma thought it wasn't just the passes they were checking. They didn't go to their normal desks, today they were going to be in an office with Sid and Arthur. As they entered there were plenty of garish costumes on display, bad fashion seemed to be very popular, with clashing colours and girls (and some boys) in bright coloured tights and clashing dresses often accompanied by comedy wigs. Emma and Paula felt relatively normal in comparison. There was an immediate piece of work to do and although the clothes were initially unfamiliar in the work environment, particularly the heels, they got into their normal flow. They had decided to call in on their old group to surprise Margaret but that could wait until later. Paul and James were well known in this office as they worked closely with Sid and Arthur but initially no one recognised them, they'd arrived early and were in a side office, there were furtive glances trying to identify who these new girls were. Eventually it was too intriguing and Megan and Sally called to say hello. "You crafty devils, I wondered who you were and I thought maybe, just maybe, it was you two. You look.... Amazing. Too good really, that's not fancy dress," said Megan. "I'm offended," joked Sally. "I don't want you two stealing away all the desirable hunks in here." "No danger of that," said Paula. "This for one day only, it wasn't our idea, we think Sid and Arthur were strongarmed into doing something but they didn't want us looking silly in this customer facing office. Anyway where's your costume?" "We were told no way. Shame, I love wearing my French Maid outfit. Maintain a professional image they said," said Megan. "I'd make a donation to charity to see that," said Emma. "Down tiger, anyway you're not my type, well in your present incarnation anyway." "Never thought of batting for the other side. Until now. I think I've been turned," said Sally laughing. "Despite appearances all is present and correct underneath I'll have you know," said Paula, feigning indignance. "We'd have been happy to lend you our suits for the day." "Doesn't look like it to me at the moment love," teased Megan. "Wouldn't be surprised if they stay this way once they've discovered the benefits. Your suit? No need, I've got my own should have thought really" "I'm comfortable the way I am thank you," said Paula, wondering about these mysterious benefits. "I can see that, that's what I meant," Sally smiled. "Poor choice of words there young lady." "D'oh." Paula realised her mistake. Emma's phone rang. "Ok Sid, we'll be right in," she answered. "Sorry ladies, got to go, our masters are calling." "Don't let them make you sit on their knees," teased Megan. She was mightily amused by Paula turning bright red with embarrassment. Both the girls were amazed and surprised with ease and grace that Emma and Paula handled being in heels and their girlish movements. In Arthur's office were Sid and another man. Paula thought she'd seen him before but wasn't sure where. "Ah here you are err 'girls', thanks for coming over so quickly. This is Reg Dwight he's our bosses, boss. "Well, I see it's Emma and Paula today. I'd like to thank you both for entering into the spirit of the day and being a little silly but maintaining appearances in this office. As you know we have customers here can't be too frivolous," said Reg. "No, and thank-you Mr Dwight," replied Paula. "We were happy to join in." "I told Sid and Arthur to muster something up. said I'd contribute to the charity fund if they did. Very happy to do so, well done, well done indeed." "And thank-you from us two as well," said Sid. "Mr Dwight has an offer for you, give it consideration," Behind and out of Reg and Sid's view Arthur was nodding his head. Paula had an uncomfortable feeling about this. "So ladies, errum you understand, right yes. My manager bet me I couldn't get some of our staff to do a convincing gender change. I said he was right I probably couldn't but I mentioned it to Sid and Arthur and they convinced me you two would be able to pull it off. They showed me some photo's and on that basis I've got a bet on that we can do this. That's why you're looking so good. Honestly if I didn't know I wouldn't know." "I think we have Sid and Arthur's wives to thank for their attention to detail," said Emma. "Indeed, they will be mentioned in despatches as well," Sid and Arthur looked pleased and proud. "But, and there's always a but isn't there, Dick Starkey is away today, urgent business apparently, so we can't do the deed." "Oh that's a shame, it would have been fun. We'd love to help you win the bet," replied Paula getting an approving nod from Arthur. "Which brings me to my request. I err We would like you to continue dressed, as you are, if you see what I mean, err next week." Emma saw the fright on Paula's face so decided to take the initiative. This obviously meant something to Sid and Arthur, she'd never seen them as anything less than the boss, now they were under pressure. "I think we can accommodate that, not what we were expecting, but happy to help," she said. "Splendid! I hoped you would be amenable I understand it's quite an imposition and you will not go unrewarded, all of you, I will add to the charity pot as well." Reg looked very pleased. "Oh well must get on. Places to go, people to see." And with that he was gone, leaving an uneasy silence. "I can explain," said Arthur. "Stitched up like a kipper I think the phrase is..." replied Paula with a hint of distress and anger. "We didn't know before an hour ago," said Sid "Even then we didn't know he'd ask you to do a whole week. "But you knew about the silly bet. This explains the over-preparation for one dress-up day," added Emma. "It's not a silly bet, but yes we did know. We put you forward, you may be surprised to know, for your own good. Schmoozing with the top guys gets you ahead in this company." "I think I'd rather have done good work than worn a dress to get ahead," said Paula. "I understand your point of view but please also understand that we old duffers are having to up our game to stay relevant these days. Refusing to help would have probably instigated a management re-structure or P45 as it's better known," There was genuine tension in Arthur's voice. Emma and Paula were seeing a different side to their two mentors and bosses. After a pause it was Paula who spoke. "I am feeling trapped by this but there is no way out. We are where we are. It's a week, OK I can do it, I expect Emma won't mind too much," Emma did allow herself a little smile. Dream come true for her. "Thank-you boys/girls/whatever. Reg will reward you, certainly with money, maybe with status. We will be forever grateful and will reward that commitment ourselves." Sid sounded quite relieved. "Has anybody recognised you? For this to work I'm going to have to keep you away from your old team, I know you planned to visit them," said Arthur. "Only Sally and Megan figured us out, mainly because of who we were with," offered Emma. "OK I'll deal with them. They're very loyal when I need them to be." Arthur looked relieved. "I'll have to tell them what's happening so stay pals with them, they'll help you to be what we want you to appear to be. This isn't about winning the bet it's about trying to do your best." "I think lunch in the executive restaurant is in order. No one will know you there." Sid's relief was palpable. The rest of the day passed easily, effectively what they wore was of no importance as they stayed away from most people. It was only dealing with Sally and Megan's questions that was a diversion. The Friday that could have been stressful from being on display turned into a different stress from the anticipation of a much longer period of crossdressing. As they got back to Arthur's where their cars were parked and where they had anticipated a return to normal they were greeted by Jane and Betty. "Come in you poor darlings, you've heard the phrase 'kick off your heels' before, I'm betting you'll be glad to. We've a pot of tea and some cake ready for you," Betty looked anxious. "Thanks," said Paula. "You know then?" "Arthur messaged us, we're sorry if you feel you've been deceived. It wasn't our intention I think we got caught up with their management games and it was fun for us we have to admit." "We've learned things about management games ourselves today," said Emma. "It's OK, the week will soon be gone. Our lords and masters have explained what's happening." Tea and cake was consumed eagerly. "Poor you two, a bit of fun turned serious. Emma I'm guessing you will go home as you are, like last week? Come back on Sunday night as before" "Yes I'll get off now, things to do. Actually I will go straight to work on Monday if you don't mind, I think I can handle it. Thanks for the offer though." With that Emma collected her bags and with a wave and smile left Paula with Betty and Jane. Sid and Arthur seemed to have disappeared. "How are you dear, we know you were the more reluctant of the pair of you," asked Jane. "I'm OK now. I was cross but I understand Sid and Arthur's position a bit better now. They're still conniving old so and so's though." "They didn't get where they are today without having an eye for the main chance. How do you think James is coping?" Betty laughed at Paul's observation. "I think all Emma's dreams have come true." "We were wondering if that was the case. Have we created a monster?" "Let the genie out of the bottle I think. There were lots of little clues, I think Emma will be disappointed at the end of next week." "I'm not that surprised." Jane smiled. "I will change back here, if you don't mind, but I'll take the suit home, I may decide to follow Emma's lead and go straight to work, I'll let you know." Unseen by Paula, Betty glanced at Jane and raised an eyebrow. "That's fine lovey, we will need to get you both some additional clothes, can't have you wearing the same thing all week. Let us know what you want to do." A short time later Paul was restored. He picked up his things, said his goodbye's and left for home. Betty and Jane went off to find their spouses, Sid was on the patio with a beer. He told Betty that Arthur had gone for a lie down. Betty found Arthur on his bed he'd loosened his tie and was dozing. He opened his eyes as she approached. "You alright dear?" she asked. He didn't look very well. "Never better!" he lied. She didn't believe him but he was a stubborn old soul. "Rest my love," she said. ----------------- Paul got home and collapsed in a chair, watched rubbish TV and generally slobbed about. His feet were sore from the heels and he could feel his calf muscles. Microwave something then Pub he decided, standard Friday night. Before he could start his meal his doorbell rang, he wasn't entirely surprised to see Emma standing there. "Hi, how are you? Can I come in?" "Of course, get yourself in and sat down. What brings you here?" Paul was trying to work out what Emma wanted. As Paul stood ready to offer a cup of tea Emma sat, quite demurely, knees together. The summer dress and matching jacket suited her well. "It's hard to say this but here goes. I want more." "More? More what?" Paul was puzzled. "I want," Emma hesitated. "I want to be treated like a lady. I want to be taken to dinner and hugged and kissed and..." "Hang on a minute," said Paul. "I'm not gay and I really didn't think you were." "No you're not getting it. We've created these fake female personas and it is leaving me feeling incomplete. I need more." She started to cry. Paul was initially hard hearted about this emotional outburst, but eventually gave in and sat beside Emma, offering a hanky. She responded to this by dabbing her eyes then snuggling under Paul's arm. After a few minutes of suppressing the sobs she said, "Thank-you, that was nice." Paul didn't know what to say, this wasn't a position he wanted to be in. However, he didn't like to see his friend upset. Nothing improper happened, Emma had got what she needed and had got very comfortable. To move things on Paul said, "have you eaten yet?" "Oh my knight in shining armour is taking me out for a meal as well," exclaimed Emma. This wasn't Paul's plan, nuking another meal for one had been his intention. He rolled over, as was his way. "OK then, I need to freshen up to match your smart clothes and I think your panda eyes need some attention." "You sweet talking old devil, you know how to compliment a girl." "Less of the old if you don't mind." Emma smiled as Paul got up. "Thanks, I just needed this." Paul knew of a place, it was good food and was quiet but despite it being Friday he was friends with the ma?tre D and a quick call later was in possession of a reservation in 30 mins time. Emma had freshened up and Paul found a fresh shirt and light jacket so he felt smart enough. "Come on then gorgeous," Paul teased Emma. "Why thank-you sir!" Emma took this in good humour. It did seem odd accompanying his friend arm in arm into the restaurant. He received an approving 'you've pulled there mate' nod from his friend Giuseppe so he just rolled with it. The booth was discrete, no one else was within listening range so they could talk freely. "I'm sorry I descended on you like that. It wasn't planned I just need to talk to a friend." "I think you wanted more than talk." Paul maintained a serious face. "Not fair, you know me, we're friends as blokes. I am definitely not looking over the fence." "I know, I know, the emotion just overtook me, I would probably have ravished you earlier." "Much as I enjoy a good ravishing, with girls yes, with you, no. I was OK giving you comfort I needed a little myself sometimes with these games we've been playing and played into. I can't talk to anyone but you. I even wanted my mum the other night." "I'm sure your mum would have been delighted to have a daughter." Emma smiled. "Actually that thought had occurred to me and worried me. I rather think she might be delighted and keep me that way. What about yours?" Paul replied. "Dad would expire, however I suspect my mum would be as happy as yours." He noticed that Emma had her hand on his. "Oi!" he exclaimed quietly. "Sorry that was for your friend's benefit," said Emma. Giuseppe winked at Paul approvingly the next time he passed. "Seems to have worked." Paul laughed. The meal and the rest of the evening passed quickly Emma occasionally annoying Paul by continuing to put her hand on his. Eventually he gave in and let her hold it. Giuseppe was probably booking place for the wedding reception by the end of the evening. He delighted in bringing Emma's coat and kissing her on both cheeks as they left. Paul barely suppressing his amusement, 'if only he knew' he thought. When they arrived back at Paul's Emma gave him a big hug. "I've had wine, too much to drive, do you mind if I crash here?" "No bother, I have a guest bed set up I'll just need to clear up. I'll have a coffee with you, the capsule machine is easy to use." Emma gave him a sad look. "You can put that pout away I meant what I said." "Just fooling with you." Paul went into the spare room, tidying. Emma made the coffee. They then retired to bed. "I've put some cleanser and things out for you. The bathroom is yours, see you tomorrow." "Night," said Emma with a hint of sadness. Paul had laid one of his nightdresses on the bed and the beauty products on the side as he had promised. In the morning when Paul awoke he was slowly aware of being spooned by Emma. Nothing else happened and he let her sleep on, blissfully wrapping her arm around him. At breakfast nothing was said, Paul had risen before Emma and left her sleeping. She was going to speak but his expression said effectively 'don't mention it'. Paul let Emma used the bathroom first and the clothes she had arrived in weren't too dressy for daywear so she didn't need a change. "I'll get off then," she said. Paul was still in his dressing gown. He accompanied her to the front door and was opening it just as someone was knocking. The someone was his mother. "Hello!, Goodbye!" said Emma to the visitor. "Got to go, thank-you for a lovely evening and see you at work on Monday," She then planted a big kiss on his cheek. Leaving a startled but grateful Paul and an even more startled mother in her wake. "Morning mother," he said wiping Emma's lippy from his cheek. To what do I owe the pleasure?" "We need to talk. No sarcasm from you my boy. And who was that young lady?" "Emma from work, we had a meal last night." "Not just a meal I assume?" she enquired. "Spare bed, nothing's happening, you don't need to buy a hat just yet." "Hmm we'll see." She gave him a 'mother knows more than you're saying' look. "You were saying. We need to talk." "Yes, indeed. First off, when did you last come to see me?" "I'm sorry I've been...." "Busy at work. I know dear, I know your career is important, so is your old mum." "Sorry." "You know I love to chat with you." "So do I mum. It's been busy recently, even weekends." He didn't really want to explain what the busy was. "Any way the point of my surprise visit." "Yes?" he asked. "I would like to meet my daughter." Hearing a pin drop, encountering uncomfortable silence, having the bottom dropping out of your world. Take your pick. "You don't have a daughter," he said nervously. "That was my impression as well but apparently I do." "I can explain." "I look forward to it, but first will you go and call my daughter and bring her down to meet me? I'll be in the kitchen, it no doubt needs some work. We'll have coffee in half an hour or so? Chop chop!" Refusing, or discussing it, didn't seem to be an option so he obediently trotted up the stairs and set about re-creating Paula. He decided to wear a casual dress not jeans or leggings. She wants a girly daughter so that's what she'll get he thought. He went light on the makeup, just a little mascara, subtle eyeshadow and a pink lipstick. The knee length dress, with black opaque's and low heeled shoes were just right, understated. He brushed his hair and fitted a hair band leaving a neat fringe. He was ready. Well he wasn't really, but hey, what's the worst that could happen? As he descended the stairs he could hear his mother banging around in his kitchen. Bringing it up to her standards no doubt. He knocked gently on the kitchen door. His mother looked at him and smiled. Then a tear formed in her eye and cascaded over her cheek before her hanky could catch it. "My beautiful daughter," She whispered. Paula rushed to hug her mother and comfort her. "I'm sorry mother, you must be so ashamed of me." "Ashamed! Never! You're gorgeous. Your father and I always wondered, if we'd had a girl, what she would look like. I just found out. I love you as a boy or a girl," She kissed his cheek, and he kissed hers. "Now what Mummy is not so pleased about is why I had to find out rather than you telling me? The coffee machine is ready, let's have a girly chat, by the way what do I call you? As you are, so to speak." "Paula," she said. "You could have put a bit more effort into that." "I know but I'm stuck with it now. Emma was more inventive." "Emma? Oh was that Emma, that Emma, the one who was here this morning?" "Yes that Emma." "So she's a boy as well?" "Yes. James from work. You've heard me talk about him, we got the PA jobs at the same time." They sat with their coffees, Paula's mother noting with approval the deportment of her 'daughter', how she used her hands more and kept her knees demurely together. She had been trained well. "OK mother you have found out but how?" "Bridge club. Sheila Swinford lives in the same road as Arthur and Betty, a curtain twitcher is Sheila. She saw two boys arrive one weekend, then didn't see them again although their cars stayed there. Then she saw Betty with two similar aged girls and after putting two and two together and making seven.... She was sure something was up so she asked Betty directly and she gave her some basic information under the strictest confidence." "Strictest confidence?" "Yes so of course she couldn't let quality gossip like that lie." "Of course, in strictest confidence no doubt." "You're catching on quickly, we'll make a girl of you yet." "Hmmm." Paula then answered her mother's questions about what had gone on and the fix they were in. They spoke for so long that it was soon lunch time and Paula had enough in for a light salad which they prepared together. Inevitably mother said it would be good for her figure and how she should watch her weight, which drew a glare from Paula. After the meal, Paula asked her mother. "This, sort of, mother daughter time has been lovely but you don't seem to be weirded out by seeing your son dressed this way." "Fair point. I was cross when I figured it out, not because you're dressing up, but because I didn't know and you didn't tell me. Then I got to thinking how it could be fun to see what you looked like. Which is why I brought this photo for you," She handed Paula her mobile. "If I looked in the mirror..." replied Paula. "Who is this?" "Me, 25 years ago." "Oh!" "Your father and I dreamt of having a girl and boy. I don't mean we were disappointed with you, far from it. You ask why I'm not upset, well, will you indulge your old mum, even when this charity thing is over by letting me have a daughter every now and again?" "I must admit my original decision was not to do this at all. I really didn't fancy it and found the abuse we got as PA's a bit draining, although the money and opportunity for advancement has been a saving grace. However when James decided he wanted to do it and I felt that it was only a gag for charity what harm can it be?" "Has anything changed?" "I kind of like it, not as much as James, he's really into it. I'm certain he's been doing it for years and this has just given him the excuse to emerge like a butterfly." "He / she did seem to be very comfortable with it." "There's little doubt, he could walk in heels, makeup is no problem. Etc. etc." "So to return to my original question." "Yes." "Yes?" "On occasion, rarely, just us. Yes. I'd like that. If or when I get a girlfriend we review. OK?" "Thank you." His mother smiled, dreaming of Mother/daughter days to come. ------------------ ------------------ Emma drove home from Paul's, high on the drug of acceptance of her as a young woman and the kindness and respect he had shown her. As she reached the end of her street she realised the familiar car in her drive was her mother's. She had reversed in so was able to see Emma arrive. There was no way to avoid meeting. As Emma got out of her car so did she. "You look lovely dear. I always wondered what you looked like dressed." "You knew?" "Silly girl, let's go inside, I've been looking forward to meeting you." -------------- ------------------- On the Monday, Paul did decide to re-create Paula himself but he did have some help from an attentive mother who proudly saw her daughter off to work in her smart business suit. James had no problems and got himself ready as Emma, in his case despite his mother's offer to help. The day passed uneventfully, doing their jobs, keeping their heads down. Sally and Megan engaged them in girly 'how was your weekend', 'I love your blouse' and 'meet any nice blokes' gossip. They enjoyed the 'girls' reaction to the last comment. Day 2 of the week's challenge involved a little excursion to the old mainly disused Factory A on the far side of the site. Arthur had a project to demolish the old part and revamp the newer offices for expansion, Sid accompanied them to calculate the legal accommodation limits. Paula and Emma were there to look into the IT requirements and build a business case and costs. As they made their way through the old works they had to take care to avoid a lot of old debris and ancient equipment. In what looked like an old drawing office there was a glass walled manager's office, inside was an immaculately preserved museum piece of the industrial revolution with a fine desk and a magnificent leather chair. Apart from a layer of dust all was preserved. "Old man Rogers place this wasn't it Sid?" said Arthur. "Aye, that's where the old sod did his business," replied Sid "All the stories I heard, if half were true I'd still be shocked." Arthur shook his head. "What did he do?" asked Paula. "You don't want to know," said Sid. "I do now, sounds interesting. Let's go and have a look in," said Emma. "We're putting you off, remember that." Arthur sounded a note of caution. "Red rag to a bull. You've got us interested. You've got to show us now." "Show you?" "Yes, what could be so terrible? Come on Paula let's see what they're going on about." Emma was keen to explore and entered the office. "Be careful in there," Sid called out as he followed the girls in with Arthur in tow. "Just a dusty old office, they've been having us on Paula. Oooh! look at the spooky old office." Emma wasn't impressed. "Things happened here that really shouldn't have and wouldn't today." Arthur was getting cross now. Emma was on a roll and was keen to press his buttons. "I can't see anything here, the guys are ragging us." That caused Arthur to get really cross. "I am not and if you keep going on I will show you but you might not like it." "Spoilsport," said Emma. Paula didn't look so assured but went along with it. "Right that's it. Don't say you didn't ask for it." Arthur was getting wound up. "Do you think that's wise Arthur?" Sid enquired. "They insisted, I'm delivering. Let's see if everything is still working." Arthur opened a panel on the wall, threw a few switches and pressed a test button. "All good! Emma stand in front of the desk with your hands flat down on the top. Paula stand on the weighing scales." "Still not frightening," said Emma. "You'll see you little madam!" This was an Arthur they weren't used to, Paula wasn't sure but complied with his request while Emma made a fuss of standing in front of the desk exactly as requested." "OK Sid, ready?" "Arthur are you..." "Ready Sid?" "Yes Arthur," The hierarchy between Sid and Arthur although subtle was still there. "On Arthur's signal they both pressed a button. For Emma Metal hooks popped out of the desk around her wrists and another set secured her ankles. At the same time hoops appeared from the weighing scales and secured Paula to the machine. As Emma was shocked at the restraints her moth was open wide. "Now you can see what I meant. Rogers liked to keep his female staff in order. Didn't want any noise though," He placed a ball gaga into Emma's mouth and secured it. Her eye's went wide as he them laid a cane on the desk. Paula was just about to cry out when Sid placed a O ring into her mouth. "All ready Sid?" "Ready Arthur." "Now you ladies may think this is bad but there's stage 2 and you made me so cross I'm going to give you the full experience." Sid noticed his secret wink, Arthur's temper had abated but he kept up the pretence. Sid was relieved. At the same time, they pressed the next button. Emma looked even more distressed as her feet began to spread before the desk and her wrists were pulled forward leaving her prostrated across the desk with her bum in the air. Paula was slightly amused at her friend's predicament but as she began to be moved by her machine to a horizontal position about 1 metre above the ground she definitely wasn't happy. Particularly when she realised that there was a device to raise her head up and the purpose of her device became clear. "I think our girls have been very naughty, don't you Sid?" "Punishment is called for, I agree Arthur." Arthur picked up the cane, Emma's eye's went even wider and tears began to form. Paula was already crying. She was thinking, they wouldn't would they? On Arthur's signal Sid cut the lights. "Damn and blast, power failure. We'll have to get an engineer. Stay there girls, don't go anywhere, we'll be back soon." The door opened and they were left alone in the dark. For Emma the stress of the position and the threat to her dignity was sending her into a very aroused state. Paula just whimpered. Eventually after a few minutes the door opened and a figure, who was whistling but otherwise said nothing, moved through the office flicking switches. The person picked up the cane and gently brushed the back of Emma's legs with it, that was enough, she shuddered with an orgasm. The figure then moved around to be in front of Paula and she heard a zip being undone. She was so vulnerable she shook with fear of what was potentially about to happen she fainted. The next thing she knew she was sat in a chair and Sid was stroking her hand to bring her around. Paula wasn't there. "You OK love?" Asked Sid. "Sorry that went a bit far." "A bit far?" Paula struck him across the face. "I deserved that," he said. "And you, Arthur you bastard!" She realised that Arthur was now wearing an overall - with a big zip on it. "Where's Paula? What have you done to her?" "Slight wardrobe malfunction. She'll be back in a minute," said Arthur giggling. "She has asked if she can come in here again." "Well I'm not amused and I won't and you can stuff your charade, what would Betty and Jane say? I'm out of here." "I understand, I completely under..." Arthur stopped speaking and fell to his knees holding his chest. As he held out his arms to the floor he began to cough harshly, then coughed blood. Then he collapsed. Sid stood paralysed. "Arthur! Arthur!" Paula jumped to her feet. Sid was doing nothing. She was a trained first aider and soon had Arthur in the recovery position. "Sid! Sid! ring 999! Now!" This brought Sid out of his stupor and he made the call. "Call the company emergency line as well!" Paula returned to Arthur, he had stopped breathing and was no longer coughing. OMG Paula knew what she had to do and began to administer CPR, remember the Bee Gee's 'Staying Alive' Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Staying Alive, (4 compressions and a breath). On the 4th cycle she was rewarded with a big cough from Arthur covering her in blood, he started breathing fitfully so she continued the mouth to mouth. That was how Paula found her. "What's been going on here?" she exclaimed.