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Davey by Caroline J Bradley © 2007 Updated 2020 Chapter 1 Day 1 - first steps "Davey, come on, get up." Davey's eyes opened slowly, who the hell...Caroline..oh yes.. His slow waking was the normal habit borne of long late nights, no real job and no real drive. Hang on, his brain, kicked in again... Caroline, what... He remembered last night and the unusual call from his twin sister, Barbara; he'd agreed to meet her in exchange for a meal and a beer or two. They were very close as twins when they were kids; but, since University, Barbara had become a high flyer in the City of London as some sort of finance expert. He, well, had drifted around and lived a semi-nomadic existence on floors of friends' houses, girlfriends' beds and his small rented apartment in an unfashionable part of East London. Barbara had called on one of those rare occasions that his mobile phone had been recently topped up. Now, just what had happened last night??...they'd eaten at Barbara's expensive place in Docklands, no sign of her insufferable boyfriend, Simon, whom Davey had taken an instant dislike to when he first met at a family Christmas. After a light salad a few beers and a glass of wine, Barbara had turned to him and started asking about his current girlfriend, Caroline. "Simon, she's a lovely girl, what happened to you two." Barbara's hazel eyes glistened as she leaned closer. "Oh, you know, we just, had a row so I left." "Why did you row, come on Davey, what happened?" "Nothing much." "Nothing much!!" she exploded. "Then why did she call me every night last week in floods of tears, she's devastated and wants to talk to you." "Oh." "Oh, indeed. And you know what; she wants to talk more about what happened." "Oh." "Is that all you can say, Oh?" "Davey, she knows your 'secret.'" "Oh, how?" "Because I told her, she was going nuts." "You did what?" "Listen, I know you brother, I've known your little secret for years and Caroline needed to know." "What?" Davey was dreading the next part of the conversation. "That you used to wear women's clothes and that's all." "I see..." "No, you don't. The poor girl thought that you'd had another woman in your apartment." "Technically, I had, " "Yes, but that other woman was you, wasn't it?" "Yes, I'm sorry. She found some of my small stash of feminine underwear and started shouting at me. I just couldn't handle it so I told her to go and she walked out." "Well, you need to talk to her. I had to tell her and she calmed down, she doesn't understand any of this but she's willing to talk to you, and so am I." "Oh." "Not that again, listen, I've an idea which could help you, me and Caroline." The rest of the evening was a bit of a haze, Davey remembered going to bed in the early hours and then being woken up... Caroline walked into the bedroom and smiled wanly at Davey. "Hi." "Er, hi, what are you doing here?" he responded carefully. "Barbara let me in earlier. I don't pretend to understand, but Barbara has explained a little and I think I can go along with the idea especially if you can help her. So, get up we have a lot to do." With that she pulled off the bedclothes and threw a tube at Davey. "Get to the bathroom and use this stuff, full instructions and an applicator is in there on the shelf." Davey remembered the conversation with Barbara; she wanted him to impersonate her at some function whilst she was off on some business trip. He'd refused, but the promise of staying at somewhere smart for a couple of months and her offer of ?1,000 to pay off his debts were persuasive. Frankly, the opportunity to dress up as a woman full time, without anyone objecting and now even his girlfriend seeming to be accepting was the biggest draw. Davey padded to the bathroom and found the instructions. He'd never used a depilatory before but he knew the basics and he followed the instructions, smearing the foul-smelling cream over his legs and chest. 15 minutes later under the shower, he watched his sparse body hair spiral down the plug hole. "Don't forget your underarms, there a shaver in the shower." Caroline was in the bathroom doing something he couldn't see through the steamed-up shower door. He complied and soon stepped out of the shower clean and smooth all over. He gingerly towelled himself dry and dried his long hair in a second towel which he left wrapped around his head like a turban, laying on the toilet seat was a range of bottles. "Use the moisturiser all over and then dust yourself off with the talc. Then have a very close shave and make yourself decent." Davey thought he heard a slight giggle in Barbara's voice. The moisturiser felt cool and smelt musky as he rubbed it into his smooth legs and chest; the talc was fragranced and smelt similar to the moisturiser. He walked to the basin and filled it with hot water and proceeded to shave his face really closely. Finished, he looked around for a robe and saw a pink fluffy towelling creation on top of which sat a pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Smiling to himself, he pulled the panties up his soft smooth legs pulling his manhood back between his legs with practised ease. The bra fitted well but he felt foolish without anything to fill the waiting cups. Pulling on the towelling robe he, tried the bathroom door, it was locked. "Hey, let me out." "Only if you promise to talk to me about this." "OK, OK, we'll talk." The key scraped in the lock and the door swung open. "Hi," Dave said sheepishly. Caroline looked at him and he saw tears well in her eyes. "Hey." "Why didn't you call me, why did you push me away like you did, we could have talked this through?" Caroline blurted out, tears streaming down her face, "how was I meant to understand if you didn't even trust me." Her frustration and anger were evident, her fists clenched but she stood staring at him emotions flashing across her face. Davey tried to calm her down and over the next two hours and copious cups of coffee he haltingly explained his boyhood experiences of dressing up in his sister's clothes, the Halloween parties with him dressed as Bo-Peep. He tried to articulate his unfathomable need to dress as a woman. He handled the inevitable "do you want to change sex?" and "are you gay or bisexual" and "do you want to go with men?" Deep down he knew he had to be honest with Caroline; he wouldn't get another chance with her. Eventually, tired and emotionally drained, they lapsed into a silence. He took Caroline's hand and she smiled gently at him. "OK," she whispered, "I'm happy to give this idea a go if it will help Barbara and allow us to see if we can work through with this. But I am tired, so let's have a break and I'm going back to work - I only took this morning off to talk to you, I'll be back this evening so I want to see you in, well, I need to see what are working with. "Before I go, Barbara left this letter which she says will explain what's going on." She gave him a brief peck on his cheek, grabbed her handbag and walked out of the apartment. Davey opened the letter; it was computer generated. "Hi Bro. Thanks for this, I need to get away for a bit of time and yet I can't be seen to be away so you are the best solution. Sorry to be a bit vague, but it'll all become clear in time. I'll make it up to you, I promise, and I've set up with some people to help you look and act as much like me as is possible and we've only got about two weeks, so you'll have to work quite hard I'm afraid. First steps are that you can't stay here until we're ready. I've rented a flat nearby so I need you to go there as soon as possible. Get dressed and call the number by the phone, they know where to take you and they will have a key. Call my cellphone when you get there. Finally, don't leave this letter lying about. Hand it to the driver, he'll dispose of it for me. Sorry to be a bit vague (again, sorry - must stop saying sorry). Speak soon. Love you B x Davey ambled about, feeling very odd yet it wasn't until he caught his reflection in a mirror that he remembered he was wearing a pink towelling robe over pink lingerie with his hair tied up in a towel. He returned to the bedroom, dried his hair and pulled on his clothes from the previous evening; tossing his boxer shorts into the plastic bag he'd brought the wine in on the last evening. He dialled the number on the jotting pad by the 'phone, an efficient woman answered and stated the car would be downstairs in 15 minutes. 45 minutes later he opened the door to a smart flat sparsely furnished with black and chrome highlights. He picked up his mobile phone and dialled Barbara's cellphone. "Hi bro," it was Barbara, "how are you feeling?" She didn't stop for an answer, but ploughed on, "We need to get you ready as soon as possible, so I though the best thing was to get you used to being in my clothes and, well, trying to be me. First, I need you to ring someone, go to the hallway and you'll see a pad and paper with names and numbers on it. Annette, call her first, she knows what we're trying to do and she'll do the next step. Must dash, see you later." She rang off. Bemused, Davey dialled the number and asked to speak with Annette. The receptionist sounded very gushing and he could hear lots of noise and chatter in the background, finally, "Annette, can I help you?" Davey stuttered and explained who he was. Annette responded immediately. "Oh, it's Davey, yes, fine, Barbara has told me. Listen, can you get here in half an hour?" He had no choice but took down details to get to a place called, perhaps unsurprisingly, Annette's, he looked around for cash and saw an envelope by the front door with his name on. It contained about ?500 in mixed notes and a short message from Barbara, "for cabs and other essentials, everything else just charge." He pocketed the cash and the key and walked out, hailing a cab from the street level and giving the driver Annette's address, he sat back and watched the lunchtime traffic as they drove for about 20 minutes before the cab pulled up outside a very smart beauty salon. He paid the driver and walked in some trepidation into the sights, sounds and smells of a busy London salon. The receptionist greeted him warmly and Annette appeared at her shoulder smiling broadly. "You must be Barbara's brother, you are so much alike, and this is going to be fun." She led him into a small private room, handed him a very short polyester robe and told him to strip off to his underwear before leaving. Two minutes later she was back with a huge trolley stacked high with bottles and what seemed to be instruments of mediaeval torture. "It's great that you are prepared to help Barbara like this, let me tell you what I am going to do." She droned on and on about colouring and layering and hair and manicure, Davey zoned out a little as she chatted on. "Is that OK with you? This is much easier than I feared as you've already got very long hair and Barbara's is almost the same length." She asked breezily. "Sure, whatever." She looked at him oddly, but told him to sit in front of a washbasin and lean back so that his long hair draped into the basin. Moments later his hair was being washed and cleansed; then with an unnerving picture of his sister fixed to the mirror, Annette started to cut the hair and mess with it. She then applied foul smelling chemicals and told Davey to sit there a while. Another girl came in and smiled. "Hi, I'm Nikki and I'm the manicurist. I think it's really good of you to help your sister out like this and I always do Barbara's nails, so they'll be a perfect match." She too started chatting and Davey dozed off with the warmth of the room. His finger and toenails were shaped, cleaned and he watched in detached fascination as Nikki applied short nail extensions to each of his fingers, buffing and polishing the acrylics until they shone. "With care, these should last a few weeks, and you'll need to get used to longer nails. Now I'll just give them a coat of clear lacquer for now and we can play with colours next time you come in. Same with your toenails." Davey was fascinated by the change in shape these nails made to his hands. He'd always dreamed of having a full makeover but never had the guts to go through with it, but now...Annette reappeared to shake him out of his reverie. More ministrations to his hair and odd smelling lotions, she teased with the hair and cut and fiddled until she seemed happy. "There, that's pretty close, what do you think?" She turned Davey around to face the mirror, he was stunned, an effect heightened when he saw his longer shiny nails as his hands went up to touch his hair. The style was identical to the colour and shape Barbara always wore, much darker than his natural colour with the shape framing his face, curling down to just below the jaw line. "Now, listen, don't wash this for a couple of days, then just use a fine shampoo and conditioner - Barbara must have these at her place. It'll take some time to get used to brushing but the style is fairly easy to maintain. Now, earrings." "Earrings??" Davey flinched when he saw a gun contraption but before he could argue Annette had shot a gold stud into each of his earlobes. "You're lucky Barbara only has one in each ear! Now, don't fiddle with these too much, just turn then every so often and they should be fine in about ten days, then you can try taking them out and putting them back in. I'd not try bigger or heavier styles for at least a month. If it hurts or you see a clear fluid, come back to see me immediately." Davey was admiring his reflection in the mirror, enjoying the flash of gold as he turned his head from side to side. "I'll need to see you same time next week to check the hair colour is holding and touch up the style, we'll also do your nails again. Now that's enough for one day but you can't go out wearing what you arrived in!" "Why not?" Davey asked innocently. Annette just smiled and pointed to his reflection and then to the shapeless trousers and crumpled shirt. "Barbara had already thought of that, so go and get dressed next door and Nikki will make you presentable. I'll see you next week, good luck!" Davey pushed the door into the adjoining room; there was a parcel with a note on top from his sister which merely said "See you later, take care. B." In the parcel was a light pink t-shirt with a scooped neckline and some matching pink cotton sweat pants plus a white zipped woollen cardigan. He took off the polyester robe and put on the t-shirt and pants; both fitted well and he zipped the cardigan over the t-shirt. The jogging shoes finished the ensemble although he had some difficulty with the laces because of the unaccustomed long nails. A light tap on the door and Nikki came in. "There, you look great. Could do with a bit more up top but it'll do for now. We'll need just a bit of makeup and some other jewellery and then we can let you go home." With that, she sat Davey down in front of a mirror and quickly applied concealer to cover up his dark beard area then some light foundation, soft pink eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara a light pink blusher and a soft subtle pink lipstick. "Just the smart busy working girl coming back from the gym, you really do look like Barbara except she has more of a bust." Davey looked down at the flat chest and the up to the mirror, he was speechless, he was looking at his sister, yet it was him! "Thanks," was about the first words he had uttered. "Oh dear, you'll need to work on the voice a bit. Try speaking softer but don't go too high, you will need help there." "Thanks, Nikki," Davey breathed. "Better, that'll get you home. Now, here's some cheap costume jewellery, a necklace and bracelet and a few rings." They tried the things on, the rings were too small for Davey's hands but everything else was fine. Nikki eventually led a nervous Davey back into the salon, where no-one gave him a second glance. Annette came over and kissed him lightly on both cheeks, whispering, "You really do look very good." Both girls led him out of the salon and hailed a cab and told the cabbie where to take him but his heart didn't stop racing until he had paid the driver off with some of the cash in his cardigan pocket (I'll need handbags and things he thought to himself) and he'd finally closed the door of the new apartment. He felt starved and walked over to the kitchen area, enjoying his reflection in the hall mirror. The refrigerator was stacked full of vegetables and salads and there was yet another note stuck to the top shelf: - "Eat little and no carbohydrates, you need to look after your figure. Call me when you've eaten, B." Davey sighed and opened a pack of salad leaves and a small container of tuna. Even the salad dressings were low calorie but try as he might, he could not find anything remotely filling. Finished, he loaded the plate into the dishwasher and pressed the autodial for Barbara's mobile. "Hi, bro, sorry I am busy. Can you call Julie - number on the pad by the front door - bye." Resigned to his fate but enjoying the feeling of his hair and makeup, he walked to the notepad and slowly due to the unaccustomed nails, dialled the number for Julie. A dark sultry voice with a pronounced American accent answered. "Yes, Barbara told me to expect the call. I can be with you in about half an hour." She rang off. 45 minutes later there was a ring at the doorbell, Davey pressed the intercom and a voice said, "Hi, it's Julie." He pressed the entry button and waited for her to come up; he jumped at a heavy knocking on the door. Davey opened the door and a very tall, dark, heavy set woman walked in carrying a huge shoulder bag. Davey's eyes widened as he took in the high black patent heels, heavy makeup and jewellery and outlandish clothing. "I'm Julie, pleased to meet you, er." A thick set hand with long red nails beset with rings was thrust towards him. "Davey," he replied gingerly taking the outstretched hand. Julie burst out laughing. "You're no Davey dressed like that! Now, let's see, please take off your cardigan and your shoes and pants. Don't worry I won't bite." Davey complied and felt foolish in front of this apparition dressed in only a t-shirt and panties. A tape measure and notepad appeared from nowhere and he was briskly and efficiently measured from head to toe. "What shoe size?" "8" "Barbara guessed at a nine, but that's OK. What's your weight?" "Not sure, about 70 kilos" "That's about 150lb. Mmm, could do with losing some of that." "OK, I've got what I needed. I'll call you in a couple of days but I need you to eat very lightly and only drink water or juices no alcohol or fizzy drinks. Also, here's an exercise video that I want you to follow carefully." She reached into the bag and pulled out a DVD, handing it to Davey. "Now, shoes. Let's see." She reached into the bag and, to Davey's amazement, pulled out a pair of strappy high heeled shoes with multiple buckles which had clearly seen better days. "Sorry about these, they're all I could find at such short notice. These are size 9 I am afraid - you're lucky to have such small feet. Try them on." Davey sat and tried the shoes on and could get them to fit by drawing in some of the buckles. He stood warily and seemed to be able to balance reasonably well. "Fine, try taking small steps at first but you need to get used to wearing heels including walking up and down stairs. I suggest you keep them on for as long as possible each day and use the stairwell outside for practise. See you in a couple of days." Julie smiled and left. Bemused, wearing high heels, panties and a t-shirt, Davey tried to get his jogging pants over the high heels with no success. Rather than take them off he walked a little unsteadily into the single bedroom and opened the wardrobes looking for something suitable. He found a small selection of women's wear and chose a simple pleated grey skirt with an elasticated waist which fitted perfectly. Enjoying the swish of the fabric against his bare legs, he tottered into the living room and inserted the DVD into a state-of-the-art entertainment centre and sat back to watch the video. It was entitled "Feminine deportment and exercises to develop a better posture" Julie's face sprang onto the screen and Davey duly followed the simpler first set of exercises. By the end of the first 30 minutes he felt exhausted and was happy to comply when the DVD said to stop and rest. Just as he was relaxing, the 'phone rang, it was Barbara. "Hi bro. How's it going?" "Fine." "Julie's a hoot isn't he?" "He, er well yes." "Now, I'm going to France on the train this evening, back on Friday night so I want to see the magic my planning has set up for you when I get back in three days' time. Just call the rest of the names on the sheet tomorrow and you take care of yourself and Caroline." Later that evening, Davey awoke on the sofa to the sound of the 'phone, it was Caroline. "Hi, how are you?" "Bemused, confused and tired." "Not surprising considering what your sister had in store for you on this first day. How are your feet?" "Well, my ankles ache." Caroline giggled. "See what we girls have to put up with. How's the new apartment?" "Oh, it's fine, a bit sparse but better than my digs." "Listen; are you decent, can I come over? I'll get us something to eat on the way, I know you're on a diet to improve your figure," more giggles, "see you later. I am really curious to see how you look." Caroline rang off and Davey started to panic. He went into the bedroom and took off the shoes, skirt and top. What was he going to wear for his first exposure to Caroline? The wardrobe in his room offered a very small selection of a short black skirt, a plain white blouse or a simple white cotton dress with pink flowers. He searched the rest of the room and found a drawer with some white cotton lingerie and another with two packs of panty hose, one black and one in a light tan. In a third drawer was a hairbrush and brand- new packs of lipstick, blusher, mascara and eyeshadow. The inevitable note read:- "Sorry, not much but you need to be guided by the experts like Annette and Julie. Make sure you cleanse off old makeup properly. B." Davey sat at the vanity mirror and surveyed the damage done to Nikki's light makeup from earlier in the day. All looked OK except for the lipstick and some shadowing under his chin, he carefully applied some light powder and applied the one lipstick from his meagre supplies, fortunately it was a light frosted pink and toned well. He carefully brushed his new hair style and then struggled to open the pack of tan pantyhose with unfamiliar nails. Carefully rolling each leg he pulled the hose up and admired the subtle colour change and the wonderful feeling on his bare legs. He pulled the dress over his head and put on the one pair of shoes he had before giving his hair a final touch. Standing in front of the mirror, he realised he was flat chested, so taking some of the cotton underwear from a drawer he filled the empty cups of his bra until a reasonable bulge was evident. A final twirl was rudely interrupted and he jumped when the doorbell rang. Taking small steps and with care he walked to the door, pausing at the mirror to push an imaginary wayward hair from his face, and opened the door. Caroline stood in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth open. "Won't you come in then?" Davey said in an imitation of Julie's sultry voice. "Hey, not bad. I love the hair and nails. Your dress is a bit on the big side and you need some work up top." Caroline beamed and held his hand, she air kissed lightly on both cheeks. "Tell me about your day whilst I get something to eat, love the shoes by the way, need to keep up walking with them to get used to heels you know." Davey just smiled and followed Caroline into the room. He walked around the apartment on Caroline's instruction whilst she busied with a light salad and commented on his need to take shorter steps and point the toes more. He filled her in on the events of the day as they ate and she smiled when he described the outlandish Julie. "So, Davey, what are we going to do with you?" "We?" "Yes, you and I. I can see you are comfortable in your new, er, guise. I am not sure if I have a boyfriend, a girlfriend or neither. And I'm not sure which I want right now." "Can we try both boyfriend and girlfriend?" Davey smiled in encouragement. "That might work, we could go out shopping and catch a chick flick - I'd like to get to know the other, er, you, I suppose. Now, Barbara said she's going to be away for the next few days and you're going to need all the rest you can get. So, off to bed young lady; anything you need?" Davey realised he was very tired. "Don't think so, except." He paused. "Yes." Caroline smiled that lop-sided smile she had missed. "I've nothing to sleep in." "Ah, OK, we need to keep you thinking feminine don't we. I'll get you something tomorrow; I suggest you sleep in bra, panties and a t-shirt. Do you know your size?" "Julie's measured me from head to toe, so you could call her. Number's on the pad by the door." Caroline called Julie and Davey cleared the dishes and stacked the dishwasher, listening to the conversation. "OK, I see, so a UK size 14 long and shoes size 8. I can get some bits tomorrow, anything he needs. Yes, fine can do, good to talk to you. Bye now." Caroline picked up her handbag, made a few notes on a scrap of paper, kissed Davey on the cheek and opened the door. "see you tomorrow evening about 6.00. Make sure that you cleanse off all the makeup and you moisturise properly!" She was gone. Davey went to the bedroom, removed the dress, pantyhose and shoes and sat massaging his aching feet. He washed off the makeup in the bathroom before he noticed some makeup remover and cleanser on the shelf, which he used to take off the final vestiges of mascara. Applying a liberal amount of moisturiser, he completed his toiletries, pulled on the t-shirt and laid on the bed, wincing as the unfamiliar earrings pressed into the flesh of his neck. He rolled onto his back and was asleep minutes after his head hit the pillow. Day 2 - Practise, practise, practise The 'phone woke Davey up for the second day. "Come on, bro, time to get up and exercise and get some practise in. Don't forget to call the other numbers on the pad." Barbara rang off. After the next chapter on the feminine deportment DVD, Davey shaved closely, showered and carefully brushed his hair. He remembered to twirl the unfamiliar earrings around in his lobes as he had been instructed. Selecting a fresh pair of white cotton panties, he pulled them up and put the white bra back on with practised ease. then the black panty hose, the white blouse and the short black skirt. Replacing the strappy shoes on his feet, he quickly did a light makeup of mascara, blusher and lipstick. A light breakfast of cereal and coffee and he felt ready to face whatever was next planned, he took short steps in the high heels to the 'phone and dialled the next number on the list - Danielle. She too was expecting the call and asked him to wait for her and she'd drive over to pick him up. He changed back into the jogging shorts and top from yesterday and 20 minutes later the doorbell rang; he pressed the intercom. "Hi, it's Danielle, can you come down?" Davey collected the keys and money and carefully walked to the lift - outside the apartment block stood a short woman beside a small Ford car. They shook hands; once in the car she took off like a rocket screaming around the London roads before arriving at a small house. On the way, Danielle explained that she was a speech therapist who specialised in gender reassignment projects. 4 exhausting hours later, yet another cab dumped him outside his new home. In the hallway the answerphone light was blinking, there was a message from Julie explaining that Davey was needed that afternoon at a private boutique in Hammersmith. He grabbed a light salad, called yet another cab and arrived outside a shabby looking warehouse in West London. He announced himself at the intercom and was let in; he was just standing in the waiting area when Julie breezed in twice as large as life and dressed in an outrageously short skirt and tight sequined top. "Now, Barbara, let's get used to the name, shall we?" Julie ploughed on. "This session is to fit your foundation garments so that you'll get a feminine shape. Next we'll replicate some of your sister's wardrobe in your size. During all of this, you'll need to practise voice, deportment and loads of other things." She smiled encouragingly; Davey's heart sank. An hour later, Davey was trying not to faint with a lack of oxygen as he stood in 3" black court shoes, sheer black panty hose, a tight gaffe to hold his manhood in place, a very tight corset with padding to emphasise his hips and bum, an impossibly tight waist clincher and a padded black bra with 36D breastforms. He felt tight, constrained and trussed up like a Christmas turkey. They had tried lots of different styles and sizes before Julie pronounced herself happy. "Here, Barbara, slip this on and you'll see the results, trust me." Julie handed over a short sleeved black cocktail dress and helped Davey into it, pulling the zipper. He tottered over to the mirror and grinned at the reflection of a perfectly poised and proportioned woman. "Wow," he spoke carefully remembering the voice lessons. "I'd kill for a figure like that and you'll get used to the corsetry," Julie explained, "now let's try on a few other items we've got so that we can alter where necessary." Another couple of hours and a series of skirts, blouses, jackets dresses and trousers with Julie frantically measuring and marking, they stopped with Davey modelling a smart lilac trouser suit festooned with pins which needed lengthening. "OK, I think you're ready for the next steps. I need you to move to wearing your lingerie and skirts full time to get used to walking and sitting. The grey hound's-tooth skirt fits pretty well so put that back on and the black polo neck, together with the black pantyhose and the grey and black courts. Remember to fix your hair and your makeup needs a little work, let's see what you can do on your own. Ten minutes later, Davey walked confidently back into the large room they had occupied for the last few hours. "Very nice, needs more work on the walk - take shorter steps, and your makeup needs to be toned down for normal daytime use, but otherwise pretty good. So, go home and rest now, it almost 6.00. I'll have most of the alterations done by the weekend, but you'll need to get some basics like more pantyhose and everyday lingerie and some leisure wear. What's your size, madam?" "Er." Davey slipped into his unfamiliar femme voice. "I'm a 14 top, 12 bottom. I take a 36D bra and medium panties. My shoes are a size 9." "Very good, Barbara. When's your period?" "Pardon?" "Come on, every woman knows when her period is due, you'll need to ask your sister on her frequency - put in into a diary and memorise the next few months. Better still, go out and buy tampons a few days before you are due and make sure you buy different types depending on the time; ask your sister or girlfriend, she'll tell you." "Here's a black handbag, put your keys and cash in there. You'll need to fill it up with more essentials - ask your girlfriend to help. Let's go home!" Julie stood; air kissed Davey on both cheeks and led him out of the building, their heels clicking on the concrete flooring. She squeezed her not inconsiderable body into a very small car and bade Davey enter, she squealed. "Bum first, knees together then swing in, otherwise you'll give the other drivers a heart attack if they see your expensive foundation garments!" Davey complied and Julie drove madly across a busy London, depositing him outside his new abode. He'd remembered Caroline was due at 6.00pm and it was now 7.00. He walked carefully up to the elevator and rode to his floor, seeing a note on the door to his flat, he grimaced. "Missed you, call me, C." He called her cellphone, wincing at the background noise as she answered, "Hi where were you, never mind, I'm in a pub just down the road about half a mile if you turn right out of the apartment block and cross a couple of roads, it's called, hang on, The Plough - see you." She rang off. Davey panicked but knew this was the next step in the test; he quickly ran into the apartment and answered a call of nature, carefully rearranging the lingerie and clothing. A swift brushing of his hair and a dab of lipstick; shouldering the handbag and putting his one credit card and the hairbrush and lipstick into the bag, he closed the door and with a mounting heart rate, took the lift back down to the ground floor and walked out of the building. He was acutely aware of everyone on the road and the passing cars. No- one seemed to take much notice and he concentrated on taking shorter steps, although his feet really hurt. He relaxed and began to enjoy the swish of the skirt against his nyloned thighs and the clip of his heels on the ground. Passing an opened convenience store, he recalled Julie's comments and ventured in. Five minutes later, he emerged grasping a carrier bag containing two packs of tampons, a pair of pantyhose and some panty liners. Emboldened with success, he walked carefully to the pub's door, and smiled at a couple of young guys who held the door open. He spotted Caroline on a stool by the bar, nursing a wine glass, Caroline's gaze swept past him, stopped, returned quickly and her eyes widened. Davey walked slowly and carefully over. "Jesus, you look fantastic. Look at you, I love the whole outfit. Tell me everything that happened today." Davey smiled. "Why thank you," he said in his best femme voice, "can a girl get a drink first?" Further flushed with success, Davey walked over to the bar and was served immediately by a young barman, he returned with two glasses of Chardonnay. They chatted for four more glasses of wine, Caroline insisting that Davey tell her all the trials and tribulations of the day with speech therapy and Julie's ministrations. Caroline insisted Davey walked to the bar every time to get the drinks so that she could see how well the clothes fitted and how good his walk was. Eventually they both agreed that they were famished and, with Davey slightly wobbly courtesy of heel and wine, they linked arms and giggling they walked back to Davey's apartment picking up a Chinese takeaway on the way. An hour later they were both curled up on the sofa with stockinged legs curled under them. "Davey, Barbara, oh, whatever. I'm not really sure where we go from here." Caroline fixed Davey with a sober gaze. "I really like you and I can see you're comfortable as a woman but I'm not a lesbian." Davey tried to interrupt but Caroline put a finger on his lipsticked mouth. "I'm willing to try this out, but we need to go slowly." With that, Caroline leant over to Davey and kissed him gently on the lips, he responded passionately but she drew away. "Slowly I said, let me do the work here." She took Davey's manicured hand a rested it on her breast. "Massage me gently." They remained on the sofa with Davey slowly running his long nails around Caroline's nipples which were pushing through the thin fabric of her bra and top. "That's nice," she breathed and pulled off her top and the bra straps to allow Davey greater access to her amble bosom. "Now kiss them gently, no biting." Davey complied nuzzling between the two mounds as he felt Caroline's breathing intensify. Caroline shifted back on the sofa and, taking the hint, Davey slid off onto the floor and, still kissing her nipples slowly slid his hands up Caroline's leg. She was wearing jeans and she quickly undid the belt and zipper, lifting her behind so Davey could pull the jeans off and see a very sexy green thong. "Those are nice," he whispered. "Maybe you'd like to put them on and take me to bed," Caroline responded with a wicked smile. Davey grinned at her. "Er, I might need some time to get ready for bed." Caroline giggled and pushed him away. "Go and get ready, you'll find a nightie in the bag I brought with me." Davey found the blue satin short nightdress and retired to the bathroom, it seemed to take ages to get out of the foundation garments and removing the gaffe was a relief, allowing his excitement to spring forward. He slid the nightie over his head and, in an entirely feminine gesture, primped his hair and touched up his lipstick. Into the bedroom, the lights were low and Caroline was already in bed. She smiled at Davey and pulled aside the covers to reveal that she was naked, the green thong lay invitingly beside her. "Put this on and come here." Davey quickly stepped into the thong and tried, unsuccessfully, to position his manhood back between his buttocks. Caroline giggled. "At least there's one thing you still have that I'm interested in." They kissed and, with Caroline's gentle directions and Davey's willingness to be very gentle, they brought Caroline to two whimpering orgasms. "That was fantastic," Caroline breathed, "now it's your turn." She rolled Davey away from her and onto his back, Caroline replicated Davey's gentle rubbing of the smooth satin material over his fake nipples. Then she kissed him on the face, lips, and neck and worked down his body to his smooth legs all the time massaging his breastforms. He was in ecstasy. Her hands transferred to his tight thong and she manoeuvred his erection behind the tight material before gently rubbing him through the thong. "That's very naughty," he breathed. Davey tried to take control but she pushed him back and, in one fluid movement, she straddled him. Taking his manicured hands, she pulled them to her breasts and reached down to his encased manhood, releasing it from the confines of the thong and guiding it to her moistness. She pulled his thong up even tighter as his length slid into her and she began lifting herself up and down. Moments later she orgasmed and sped up her movements as she felt Davey grow; with a mixture of scream and grunt Davey arched his back, lifting Caroline high as he squirted loads of semen into her moist pussy, she came again. Exhausted she collapsed beside him and he pulled her to him. "Thank you," he breathed into her neck. She turned to face him, her eyes moist, "Davey, that has got to be the best yet. I think I could get to like this." She smiled. "Now girl, go get that makeup off and don't forget to moisturise." She playfully pushed him out of bed. Davey used the removers to create a clean face and liberally applied the moisturisers. "Cos I'm worth it," he mouthed in the mirror. Rearranging himself into the thong he applied some lipstick and returned to bed. Caroline was already asleep in a soft pink pyjama set. He gazed at her, feeling a strong swell of emotion as a small tear appeared in his eye. He clambered into bed alongside her and fell asleep instantly. Day 3 ? the training "Davey, come on, get up." David's eyes opened slowly, revelling in the feeling of the soft short nightie. Caroline stood over the bed, fully dressed and with a smile. "Now I must go, thank you again for last night and I'll call you later." She kissed him passionately and pushed his manicured hands away as he started to respond. "Later you hussy!" She tripped out of the room and Davey heard the door close. He got up and smiled at his reflection in the mirror, clean of makeup but in serious need of a hairbrush, he sat at the vanity and brushed his hair admiring the waves of colour and the sheer sensuality of the cut. His reverie was broken by the shrill tones of the 'phone, it was Julie with the first batch of clothes and shoes, she would be round in 20 minutes and wanted him showered and dressed, at least in lingerie. Davey trotted to the bathroom, enjoying the swing of his attached breastforms; he took a very close shave and a shower, careful not to wet his new hairstyle. Liberal use of some scented shower foam improved the ambience and he towelled himself dry and applied clouds of soft talc. Into the bedroom, he chose a simple white panty and bra set trimmed in lace and then donned a pink towelling robe, at the vanity mirror he brushed his hair again enjoying the glimpse of the new earrings. A light touch of powder and a flick of mascara was enough to get him in the mood as the doorbell sounded. Julie breezed in as before and in a very business-like fashion got Davey in and out of various outfits whilst taking notes and measuring. "You'll need to build up the exercises I have given you and keep up the posture and walking bits. Try to go out as much as you dare and use stairs and escalators in your heels. You need some pants and tops for general going out, so why don't we go to the shops together and we can get a coffee, I'm starved." Julie smiled at Davey. "Well, what are you going to wear?" Davey looked back and realised he was in a long blue evening gown with matching 4" sandals. "OK, er, the camel skirt, cream camisole and the brown boots?" "Nice choice, but I'd wear shoes as it's easier to try on other shoes in the shops rather than keep having to remove your boots. You need to touch up your makeup, nothing too dramatic, and change your dark black tights for a pair of nearly nude. Off you go." Julie dismissed him as she packed up the mountain of clothes for final adjustments. Hours later, weighed down with carrier bags from all sorts of stores, Julie took Davey to a very upmarket couturier that seemed to be expecting them. Julie introduced the manageress, Selina, to Davey and they set about trying on gorgeous floor length gowns in various styles and colours. Davey was on cloud nine as Selina and her assistants co- ordinated underwear and shoes with a multitude of fabrics. Eventually, they all agreed on a scoop backed light blue organza dress with a high neck matched with a matching long-sleeved sheer wrap. The material rustled and swirled as he twisted and admired himself in the mirror only pausing to allow the assistants to take some measurements. The gown was whisked away to a back room as Davey was presented with an exquisite boned and laced baby blue full-length corset with matching panties and sheer nude seamed stockings. Excited he rushed into the changing room to pull the garments on, jumping as Julie appeared behind him to pull the lacing tighter than Davey thought he could stand. "Now, you'll need to get used to this if you're going to pull that dress off." "I can hardly breathe," Davey whispered. "Get used to it girl," was all Julie said as she tugged one more time and then tied off and stowed the laces. The dress returned and they chose a pair of Jimmy Choo sandals in blue and gold with a small matching clutch bag. The final ensemble was tried on again, with Selina taking measurements of Davey's significantly reduced waist and enhanced bust before the dress was removed again and Davey sent off to put his street clothes back on, he needed to tighten the belt on his skirt three notches to prevent the skirt from falling off. Selina then brought out jewellery and watches for Davey to hire to match the outfit, deciding on long dangly gold earrings thick rope gold bracelets and a number of rings including a huge diamond and sapphire dress ring. Davey chatted amiably with all the assistants, following Julie's guidance to relax completely into femme mode with all the gestures and voice training coming to the fore. Exhausted Julie and Davey left the shop with instructions to return to collect the dress and other items in two days? time, Davey was to wear the corset as much as possible to get used to moving and sitting in such a constraining garment. They stopped off at a small caf? and ordered a low carb lunch, Davey could hardly breathe, let alone eat. Eventually, Julie rose and gave him a peck on the cheek, "must go Hun, you can find your way home, can't you?" With a wicked smile she cantered off leaving Davey to settle the bill and find a way back to the apartment. In an entirely feminine gesture, Davey pulled out his purse and paid the waitress, touched up his lipstick and collected the bags. Walking over the marble floor of the shopping mall, heels clicking, he remembered the deportment video and straightened his back, thrusting his boobs forward and taking smaller steps, he navigated the stairs and two flights of escalators without tripping. Emerging from the mall, he looked for, and found, a taxi rank and remembered his voice training as he breathed the address of his new home to the taxi driver. In the cab, his mobile 'phone warbled and he answered, without thinking to adjust his voice, it was his sister. "Hi Bro, where are you?" He changed to his femme voice hoping the driver hadn't heard. "I'm in a taxi heading back." "OK, I need to see you. Ask the driver to come to 127, South Molton Street as quickly as he can." She rang off and Davey asked the driver to change direction. A few moments later they pulled up outside an apartment block and Davey paid the driver from his purse, the tip elicited a, "Thanks, Luv." Indoors, his sister looked harassed. "My don't you look good, love the skirt and your hair and figure are divine." She air kissed him. "Sorry about this stuff, but I need to tell you that you have to be ready to impersonate me at a party in ten days? time. Can't tell you much more than that, it's a bit cloak and dagger. That's why I needed to see you; you see the bank I work for needs to get some information from a high-flying delegation which is coming to London." Davey was taken aback. "Industrial espionage, but where do I fit in?" Barbara spent the next hour explaining the situation and his role, then she got him to walk, talk and copy her mannerisms until she was happy that he could take her place. They then spent another hour over her computer looking at photos of Barbara's contacts, Davey learning their names and details as he went ? luckily for both of them he had a photographic memory, but she still tested him mercilessly. Finally, she gave him a CD off the computer and made him promise to keep learning. "So, it's going to be a big party at their office and you want me to pretend to be you so that you can do some spying?" "Well, yes. But we'll make it worth your while, I'm authorised to pay up to ?100,000, how's that?" "Is it illegal?" "Strictly speaking, probably, but they won't know till much later and they're unlikely to want to broadcast the fact that their secrets have been stolen, won't do their reputation much good will it?" Davey was a little uneasy, but he did not want this adventure to end, so reluctantly agreed. They pored over detailed plans and timings for the forthcoming party, eventually the doorbell rang and Barbara opened it to reveal her boyfriend, Simon. He smiled at Davey and even pecked him on the cheek as Barbara explained that he was in on the action and he would escort Davey at the party. Now you two, you need to get used to each other and Davey, you need to be able to dance with Simon and any other guy so, have fun. She tripped out leaving Simon smiling at Davey. "OK, er, Barbara, let's go out for a meal and get to know each other." Davey followed Simon to the door and let him open it ? they proceeded to Simon's parked Porsche, again the gentleman opened the door and Davey sat in, carefully swinging his legs in and together as Julie had taught him. The evening was straightforward an uneventful, Davey and Simon chatted and ate lightly, despite himself, Davey warmed to the charms of Simon's rugged demeanour and as they left the restaurant, Davey responded when Simon took his arm. Back in the car, Simon drove Davey to his apartment and saw him to the door, an awkward moment was avoided when Caroline opened the door and smiled at the pair. "Nice evening you two?" Simon nodded and Davey cast his eyes down in embarrassment. Davey kissed Simon on the cheek and pushed past Caroline. Simon called out to the receding back, "See you tomorrow at 6.00, we're going to the dance school." Davey grimaced and waved. Day 4 to 10 ? preparations Over the next few days, Davey immersed himself in training for deportment, voice, makeup, clothing, and dancing for the party, getting slowly used to the tight confines of the laced corset. Simon was attentive and their initial attempts at dance improved rapidly to the point that Davey could move reasonably well without spearing Simon's feet with the heels. They continued to get on fairly well, Davey learning to relax in his company and allow Simon to take the lead in most things. Fortunately for both of them, intimacy was rarely, if ever, possible as their times out were often to group activities such as dancing or with Caroline in tow. Indeed, Caroline came over most evenings and they even went out clubbing one night, Davey fighting to keep the attentions of one male dancer away from his amply enhanced bottom. Caroline and Davey enjoyed each other's company and enjoyed the exploration of their bodies in equal measure. On the evening before the party, Barbara called to tell Davey that all was set as agreed. Davey was to go to the salon the next morning for a full makeover and final preparations. After a light dinner and excited by the prospect of really dolling up, Caroline and Davey kissed passionately. She smiled at him and took his manicured hand as she led him to the bedroom. "Tomorrow's a big day and I want you to enjoy everything about being a girl in a fabulous gown, looking and feeling great. Tonight, I want you to feel what it is really like to be a woman, so I've laid a few things out for you in the bedroom and I need 10 minutes or so in the bathroom. Keep your makeup on and touch up your lipstick, get into bed and wait for me" Davey was immediately rock hard and excited; he opened the bedroom door and saw an array of white lingerie. Stripping off his clothes and hanging them up carefully, he noted the tube of KY jelly and an applicator which, taking the hint, he filled and applied to his virgin hole. Then he squeezed into a very tight white basque with matching g- string and attached the sheer white stockings, his feet slid into 4" white ankle strap shoes. Finally, tottering a little in the divine shoes, he pulled on a sheer white satin negligee and moved over to the vanity to primp his hair and touch up his lipstick. He felt absolutely fantastic and paraded in front of the mirror, jumping as a series of powerful flashes came from the doorway. "I like what I see and want a record of it too." Caroline emerged from behind the door, holding her mobile phone, Davey gasped. She was wearing a matching version of his outfit, but in the sheerest black. The big difference, however, was the huge dildo poking out from between her legs. "Like what you see?" Caroline smiled provocatively and moved to encase Davey's shining red lips with her own deeper, sultrier shade. Davey started to say something but a long red talon touches his red lips, "I'm in charge, you just lay back and enjoy what any woman would want." With that, she kissed Davey full on the lips and slid her hand up Davey's stocking clad leg to the huge bulge which was forcing it way from between his legs. "Now that's not very ladylike is it? I'll have to do something about that, maybe later, it's my show." With that, she pushed Davey to the bed and gently laid him down on his back, her hands probing his body and her hot breath cascading over his face and then his legs. He tried to reciprocate, but she pushed him down as her tongue and lips explored the tops of his stockings, her hand massaging the bulge in his g-string. Davey felt her licking higher and turned to see their reflection in the wall mirror, a very sexy white clad woman being licked and kissed by a beautiful creature in black. He gasped again as he felt her nails slide along the shaft of his cock and release it from its tight confines, he watched in the mirror as she licked her red lips and took the engorged member into her mouth licking and slurping, he was in heaven! Suddenly she stopped and carefully repositioned his stiff member between his legs, which took some time and was not very comfortable for Davey. "A girl has to wait for her release, my love." Caroline whispered as she stood up and went over to the vanity, returning with the pot of KY, "I see you've used this already, naughty girl." Seductively, Caroline smeared the dildo with the jelly and then turned to Davey, she bade him roll over and slipped a pillow under the small of his back as he rolled onto his back, lifting his hips. "Now just relax, my love, every girl has to go through with this and I know you will like it, but keep relaxed." She straddled Davey and her long finger nails stroked the lubricated end of the dildo as she slid her fingers around and into his tight virgin pussy. He tensed involuntarily. "Relax my love, relax." She kissed him and he felt the rigid pole dig into his buttocks, she sat up again and held the dildo as she advanced it to his opening, with a push, he felt as if he was being torn apart as the shaft opened him up gently. "Relax, relax", Caroline intoned, Davey sighed and tried to relax, as he did so he felt an invasion as the pole slid in deeper, he forced himself to relax further and felt the final few centimetres slide in until Caroline lay on top of him. "There's a good girl, see it doesn't hurt too much." She kissed him tenderly and then raised herself up and started to push her hips rhythmically in and out, starting with small movements but gradually building. Davey began to enjoy the sensation and opened his eyes to see Caroline with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the action. Davey brought his stocking and shoe clad legs around Caroline's back and she squealed with delight as she drove deeper into his exposed heat, moments later Caroline arched her back and groaned loudly as shudders travelled through her body. She continued to thrust into Davey for a few more moments and then collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily. Davey felt fantastic, he had been taken like a woman and had pleasured his lover, he felt a warm glow of love and contentment, not the normal blind urge to cum which was his masculine lovemaking. Caroline arose and withdrew the sticky dildo, pulling the other end, which was even longer, out from her dripping pussy. She smiled at Davey "wow, I never thought that much pleasure was possible. Now I have deflowered you, I guess I should return the compliment." She straddled him again and pulled his stiff cock from between his legs, pulling her panties to one side, she then liberally lubed Davey's cock and positioned it over her ample bottom. "My turn to lose my virginity there as well." She guided his cock to her tight hole and then slowly slid herself over the pole, grimacing as the initial pain hit her. Eventually, Davey was buried deep into her rectum and she seductively licked one red finger and slid it into her pussy, "mm, not too painful." Davey could hold on no longer and started to buck up and down, driving his cock deep into her, Caroline held on, fingering herself as he drove into her and pushing down to bury herself on his upstrokes. Moments later he came, gushing floods of semen into her body, her masturbation increased and she sighed as her nipples erected and a small flow of juices emanated from her pussy. "Thank you," Davey breathed as they lay together in their nightgowns after having cleaned themselves up. "That was an incredible experience and I loved losing my virginity to you." Caroline smiled into her lovers ample, if false, boobs. "My pleasure, we'll have to try lots more ways for girl on girl action and maybe experiment a bit more." Davey was instantly alert. "What do you mean?" "Well, you're a girl and a boy. And well, they have different needs." "Like?" "Tomorrow night, you're going to a party and will be dancing with Simon, Barbara's boyfriend. How do you think you'll feel and how do you think you'll respond ? he'll see you as a very sexy and beautiful woman and you'll feel sexy and beautiful as well." "But I'm not gay." "No-one said you were, I am just being realistic. After all, haven't you wondered where this dressing up is leading?" "I guess I have been wondering what will happen after the party and, yes, I guess I am nervous but curious to see how I feel with men when I am dressed." "Well then, let's sleep on it and see what tomorrow brings." Caroline kissed him and fell asleep. Davey lay wondering where this was going, he really enjoyed being dressed as a woman and exploring that side of himself, but was this just a short-term thing or did he want more? He fell asleep without answering the questions and awoke the following morning without any answers. Day 11 ? the test The morning of the party was a blaze of activity as Caroline forced him up and off to the salon where he was waxed, manicured, pedicured and various makeup and hair styles tried out to see which would complement the pictures of the evening's outfit Julie had thoughtfully provided. Eventually all were satisfied and they forced him back into the very tight corset and pulled the dress on before announcing themselves satisfied. Everything but the corset came off for the return home where he followed the salon's demands to remove the breastforms, bathe, shave and liberally apply all manner of sweet- smelling potions before returning for the final act that evening. Steeping out of the bathroom enveloped in a towelling robe and wearing a skimpy pair of white stain panties, the 'phone rang, it was Simon. "Hi, er, Barbara, just calling to confirm that the car will pick you up at 6.00 and bring you over to my place for a quick drink before we go on to the bank, that OK with you?" Davey muttered an affirmative. "OK, see you then." He rang off, Davey's heart was racing, what was he getting himself in to he wondered? Caroline called a second later. "Hi Hun, how's it going? Never mind, I've got away from work early so I'll come straight over and help you with the final prep." Davey laid out his corset, stockings, shoes and jewellery and took the evening gown out of its huge carrier. He fixed himself a calming cup of tea when Caroline arrived. "OK lots to do, let's see." She gasped at the gown and shoes and took in the corset. "I see you're meant to suffer a bit love. First things first, we need your boobs in place." She helped cleanse the area and apply the adhesive, holding the forms in place with a simple white bra. Then, happy that the adhesive had taken hold, he pulled on the blue corset and Caroline pulled tight the laces, Davey?s breathing became shallower as the hour glass figure appeared and his boobs were thrust upward and outward. Next, Caroline removed his panties and rolled up his stockings along his smooth silky legs; the seams straightened before affixing to the 4 suspenders. Released from the confined of the panties and revelling in the feminine attention his manhood sprang to attention. "We can't have that spoiling you dress now, can we?" Caroline smiled as she kneeled down and took him full in her mouth, a few pumps of her head and Davey came pumping bucket loads of semen into her mouth. He almost fainted from the sensation and his inability to breathe. "Well done, now go and wash yourself properly and put the matching panties on." Caroline was very matter of fact as she ushered Davey into the bathroom and presented him with a light grey tracksuit bottom and matching zipper top when he emerged minutes later. "I'm coming with you to the salon." She grabbed her keys as Davey picked up his handbag and they drove in silence to the mall, Davey's heart still racing from the excitement and trepidation of the evening ahead. Day 11continued - the final test Davey and Caroline arrived at the mall and they held hands as their heels tapped on the marble flooring. They arrived at the salon where Davey was whisked away for the final round of hair and makeup. Caroline had booked herself in for a facial and manicure so she could watch the final steps in Davey's makeover. The girls washed shaped coloured and coiffured Davey's locks, sweeping them high and pinning them into a curly "updo" with a pretty curl across the forehead. The makeup was bold with dark blue eyeliner accentuating and expanding his eyes framed in false eyelashes mascaraed electric blue; soft blue eye shadow and freshly plucked arches finished the dramatic look. Hot bronze blusher and soft peach powder on a matte foundation base were contrasted with a ruby red lipstick and darker lip liner. They added a final coat of matching lacquer to his fingers and toes and pronounced him ready to kill. Caroline shook her head when she saw Davey. "Jesus, I bet Barbara struggles to look this good my girl!" "I?m struggling to breathe!" Davey grinned. They left the salon and returned to the apartment for final preparations, taking care with a fresh pair of sheer stockings and wearing cotton gloves to make sure none of the material was marked. Davey finished off the shoes and jewellery as Caroline fussed over the zipper of the ballgown. Retouching lipstick and with a final flourish of perfume, Davey was ready. Caroline stepped back. "Wow, you look stunning and I'm so jealous, proud and excited at the same time." "Thanks," mused Davey, a thoughtful look in his beautifully made-up eyes. "What's up, love?" Caroline asked, taking Davey's hand. "I don't really know, this has been such a fantastic experience and I love all of this dressing up and femininity, but I'm worried where it's going and precisely what Barbara, my sister, is up to." Caroline smiled. "I'm sure you can trust your own sister and why not enjoy this experience. Once the party is over, I think you and I need a talk, girl to girl." Their intimacy was interrupted by the doorbell, Caroline jumped up to answer the call and bade the driver to wait whilst Davey grabbed his clutch bag and stood ready to leave. "Wait, I need photos of this." Caroline fired off a whole series of photos on her phone. She then held Davey's hand, looked into his exquisitely made-up face and air kissed on both sides, "have fun and I'll see you later." She grinned. The driver held open the door of a smart black Bentley and whisked them across town, Davey waited in the car as Simon, in a very handsome black tuxedo, slid in beside her. "You look fabulous, Barbara." He smiled and moved to kiss him. "No you don't this makeup cost a fortune." Davey pushed him away. In silence they drove to the City where the traffic was sparse except in front of a huge glass and steel structure where limos and large cars were disgorging elegantly dressed couples who were greeted by liveried doormen. Simon and Davey's car eventually reached the front of the queue and the doorman opened her door, holding out his hand to help Davey slide out elegantly. Flashlights blazed as he stepped out and was joined by Simon, who took his hand protectively and steered Davey to the front of the building. The entrance was a fusion of bright lights and even brighter dresses, each couple was announced by a tall usher, "Mr Simon deBrett and Miss Barbara Norton." Simon took Davey's hand and they joined the throng, whispering into Davey's ear. "Barbara wants us to see and be seen, so circulate with me." They glided across the marble floor, greeting the many guests some of whom Davey recognised from Barbara's training and the photos on the computer. He chatted with a few of them trying to minimise the exposure of his still imperfect voice, even responding to some unexpected questioning from two Japanese men in dark dress suits. They were called to dinner at an opulent room on the roof of the bank and Davey found he could eat very little due, in no small part, to his nerves and the tight corset. Eventually, the dinner ended and a senior speaker arose, he was announced as Mr Hasimoro, president of the bank. After the initial pleasantries, he paused and held up his hand. "Ladies, gentlemen, honoured guests," he intoned in flawless English. "I would like to thank you all for coming, including those from our competitors for whom we have a great deal of respect." He paused again and, to Davey's surprise, looked directly at him and smiled. "Hashimoro bank is very proud to announce that we are launching a new service to the international banking sector backed by our shareholding in International Diamond Mines of Namibia. Whilst the service details are complex, we believe that it will drive our market share forward as it allows us to significantly increase our lending powers to industries and governments alike." He paused and smiled, Davey noticed some members of the audience looking both intrigued and worried. "Hashimoro bank has invited you here this evening to showcase the finest diamond since the Koh-I-Noor, which legend has it was discovered in 3200BC. Our shareholding in the new mines means we own this gem and I would like you all to gaze in wonder." With a flourish, he pressed a button in front of him and a curtain slid to one side at the end of the dining hall; in parallel, a series of flat screen monitors burst into life. The audience stood to see the spectacle, there was an audible gasp and a shout from Hashimoro as the camera and audience saw precisely nothing! The elaborate dais and purple cushion were empty. The uproar from the audience subsided as Hashimoro himself called for calm. "There seems to be some problem here, do not worry, please all go downstairs to the ballroom for the dancing and celebrations." A group of unconvinced diners drifted down to the elaborately decorated hall and were joined by their fellows as the band struck up a waltz. Simon grabbed Davey's hand and they drifted onto the dance floor with a few other couples, moving gracefully and forcing a smile. To Davey's surprise, Hashimoro tapped Simon on the shoulder and cut in. "My turn, I think Mr deBrett. Well miss Norton, how nice to meet you again." Davey smiled back. "You look most elegant and dance well if I may say so." Davey inclined his head in thanks. They swirled across the room to admiring glances from the other couples, Davey realised he was being steered towards one of the doors at the edge of the dance hall. "Forgive me for being so rude, Miss Norton, but I need to talk with you in private. Please do not be alarmed, one of my assistants is looking after your escort." He gestured to where Simon was deep in conversation with a stunningly beautiful Asian woman whose dress was open to her midriff showing virtually all of her assets. Without any effort, Hashimoro steered Davey into a large room where three other, large and well-muscled men and one elegant but older woman were sat waiting. Davey recognised the woman as Norita Tomi, the head of Hashimoro's banking activities in Europe. "Ah, Miss Norton, thank you for coming, I do like your dress; you look very nice." Miss Tomi extended a well-manicured and heavily bejewelled hand; Davey took it lightly. "Why am I here?" he asked. "That is a very good question. You see, we are aware of your bank's interest in us and, frankly, were suspicious that you were somehow involved in industrial espionage. My aides have been following you this evening and we think that you are involved in some way with the loss of our precious diamond. Mr Hasimoro has lost much face this evening when the diamond went missing; tell me, how did you do it?" Davey's mind raced, they had been following him ? what did they know? He decided to play ignorant. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about. I would like to go now." "I am sure you would like to go, but we have lost something very special and we believe only one person had the knowledge and the capability of organising its disappearance, you Miss Norton." Norita Tomi's eyes hardened. "We have watched you since your arrival and concede that you have not left the steady gaze of our security guards. The diamond arrived whilst you were having dinner and I personally supervised its placement on the dais, so where is it now?" Relieved that their surveillance had been limited to his arrival this evening, Davey thought carefully. "I am sorry, Mr Hashimoro and Miss Tomi for your loss, but I have absolutely no idea why you are talking to me and what possible actions I could have taken to remove your precious stone." Tomi and Hasimoro stepped aside and remonstrated with each other in rapid Japanese, the woman clearly deferential to the elder and more senior Hashimoro. "Miss Norton," Hashimoro began, "I am so sorry to have inconvenienced you. You see, the diamond was a closely guarded secret and only a few experts and investment banks like your own knew of its existence. We also know that our recently announced funding capability would harm banks such as yours and hence we invited you and some colleagues from our competitors who we believed could seek to destabilise our investment strategy. Having you close to us allowed us to display our capabilities whilst minimising the risks. We see now that we were wrong, some other agency has stolen our precious jewel, but its temporary loss will not stop us in our quest to lead the global investment market." He held out his hand, "we will, of course, be watching you carefully in the future. For now, in the absence of any evidence to the contrary, you may rejoin Mr deBrett." Davey was escorted out of the room into the ballroom where a gesture to Simon's attractive audience was enough to send her scuttling away to his obvious disappointment. "You alright, you look scared?" he whispered. "Dance with me and I'll tell you." Davey grabbed Simon and they entered the swirling mass of revellers. Davey nuzzled Simon's ear and recounted the scene of the last few minutes, Simon listened and held Davey tight. "We need to go as soon as possible; you go to the ladies? room to freshen up and I'll see you by the exit door near to the bar." They parted and Davey joined a small queue outside the opulent ladies? loo inside which the smartest women were adjusting dresses makeup and bras. Davey followed suit, carefully reapplying lipstick and musing on the comfort that simple action gave him. He rejoined Simon at the door and saw Hashimoro watching him, in a gesture of defiance, Davey took Simon's hand and walked over to Hashimoro. "Mr Hashimoro, thank you so much for a pleasant evening and I hope your precious diamond is returned to you." Davey held out his hand, which Hashimoro took and bowed, smiling. "The pleasure has been mine, Miss Norton, I am sure we will be seeing much of each other." At that moment police arrived with much flourishing of warrant cards. Senior officers held a rapid conversation with Hashimoro whilst junior uniformed men and women stood at the doors preventing the guests from leaving. A tall coloured officer took the microphone. "Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Inspector Ian Blair and I must ask you to return to your seats whilst we investigate this crime scene. You should not be detained too long and we will deal with each one of you as quickly as possible." The guests drifted back to their seats and waiters appeared to take drinks orders whilst a myriad of officers walked around the tables. A smart female officer in uniform appeared at Davey's table and smiled at the guests. "I'm sorry to detain you, but I need names and addresses for further follow-up in case it is necessary." She smiled at the 12 people on Davey's table. Efficiently she took down each person's details and then moved off, Davey was worried that he had compounded his felony of impersonating his sister by giving a false name and address to the police. After about an hour of chatting and sipping brandies, Inspector Blair announced that he had completed his investigations for that evening and the guests were free to go, but to expect follow up from his officers shortly. Just as he was finishing, there was a call from a uniformed policeman standing in the doorway of the room into which Davey had been steered by Hashimoro. The audience watched in fascination as the officer carried a large object wrapped in a woman's scarf over to the microphone. There were further hurried conversations between the police and Hashimoro's people; Hashimoro himself looked embarrassed and rapidly left the room, Miss Tomi took the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, there appears to have been a misunderstanding and your excellent police have already discovered the diamond." The room burst into uproar. Tomi waved them quiet. "We will be investigating what has actually happened here, but clearly we need detain you no longer. Please accept Mr. Hashimoro's sincere apologies for any inconvenience." Tomi stood down and hurried off in pursuit of Hashimoro. Davey and Simon joined a small group of party goers who were waiting for their cars and soon the Bentley reappeared. To a blaze of flashbulbs, Davey sat elegantly into the plush rear seats and the car drove off. Simon turned to Davey. "You were simply fabulous in there; you were Barbara completely and I fancy you like crazy." He grabbed Davey and kissed him full on the mouth, Davey found himself responding partly from relief at getting away from the Japanese and partly from feeling so feminine. They parted quickly, each confused. Simon leant forward to the driver. "Can we go to Barbara's place please?" The driver nodded and the huge car eased forward through the night traffic. Day 12 ? the aftermath The car drove away as Simon led Davey by the hand into Barbara's apartment; it was 3 in the morning. He busied himself confidently opening a prepared bottle of champagne and pouring two glasses, they chinked the glasses together in silence. Davey finally broke the ice. "Simon, what the hell is going on?" "I don't really know," he said quietly, "Barbara has always been closed up about her work and I never know when she's around or even where she is or where she's been." "So, what is this stuff with Hashimoro? Does she have anything to do with the diamond?" Davey was getting agitated, Simon sat next to him and held his hand. "I don't know." He squeezed Davey's had, who responded by shifting closer to Simon. "I'm scared," Davey admitted, "Hashimoro and that Tomi woman were angry, they said they'd been watching me, or rather Barbara, what actually happened in there and where the hell is Barbara?" "Calm down." Simon held Davey's bare shoulders and his hand touched Davey's immaculately made up face. Davey felt Goosebumps and leant into Simon's shoulder, their lips met and they kissed deeply and passionately. "Simon," Davey breathed, "I have never been with a man before, nor have I felt so alive and so feminine. Take me." Simon responded ardently kissing Davey's face, neck and shoulders, eliciting a moan from Davey. They stood in unison, Davey's long fingernails impeding his progress as he pulled off Simon's jacket and his bow tie, opening his shirt. Simon tried to find the zipper of Davey's gown, but Davey batted his hand away. "Leave that, you'll ruin the dress." Davey took Simon's hand and led him into the bedroom, he turned and ran his nails down Simon's chest and further down to outline the bulge in Simon's trousers, it was Simon's turn to moan. Carefully, Davey knelt down in front of Simon and, looking up into his eyes, pulled down the zip of his trousers and his elegant hands released Simon's manhood, it seemed huge and was glistening with a drop of precum on the red tip. Davey licked his red lips and kissed the drop of fluid, it tasted salty. Simon moaned again and held Davey's head as Davey opened his mouth and slowly took a short length of Simon, pulling back, Davey saw a lipstick covered cock in front of his face ? was this what the last few weeks had made in into, a cocksucker? Davey felt confused and yet wanted Simon and wanted to please Simon. "You alright?" Simon asked. "Confused but so turned on," Davey replied before taking even more of Simon into his mouth, grasping the base of Simon's cock in his hands and running a long red fingernail up the underside of Simon's shaft. Simon stiffened and his cock grew in Davey's mouth. Davey stopped and stood up unsteadily. "You get into bed, I can't afford to ruin this dress, so I'm going to take it off and hang it up, I'll be a few minutes." Davey grabbed his handbag from the sitting room, ran into the bathroom and quickly stepped out of the gorgeous gown revealing the sexy blue corset, stockings and heels. He repaired his lipstick and looked around Barbara's feminine boudoir, quickly he found some moisturiser and, with a grin at his sister's efficiency, a pack of ribbed condoms. Pulling down his panties, he ignored the small stain from his own precum and liberally lubricated his rectum with the moisturiser. A final primp of hair and lipstick, he appeared at the bedroom door clad in corset, stockings and high heels, holding the moisturiser and the condoms, Simon was sat on the bed, naked and with a huge hard on. "Wow, come here," was all he said as Davey strutted to the bedside, pushed Simon onto his back and straddled him. They kissed passionately and Davey pushed Simon's hands away as he pulled back to kiss Simon's cock before unravelling a condom down its twitching length. Liberally coating the condom with moisturiser, Davey raised his body and pulled his panties to one side, positioning Simon's cock at his opening. Their eyes met as Davey slowly lowered his lubed and pantied bottom onto Simon's pole, allowing a slow deliberate penetration. Simon bucked and drove himself deep into the goddess straddled above him, Davey's back arched with the combined pleasure and pain of being opened so wide. Simon bucked and drove deeper and deeper, Davey arched back and felt a massive warmth as Simon released his load into the condom. Exhausted, Davey slid off and removed the condom from Simon's shrinking cock, then he curled up on Simon's chest, watching the breathing settle and the cock become flaccid. "Thank you," Davey whispered. "My pleasure, but what about you?" Simon breathed quietly. "Don't worry, love, I needed to feel what it was like with a man." "And?" "And, I loved being taken like that but I am not sure about anything else." Davey rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean the moisturiser off and rearrange himself. In the bedroom, Simon was up and dressed, they kissed briefly and then Simon's mobile 'phone rang; he listened and handed it to Davey. "Hi," it was Barbara, "don't say anything, just listen. You're being monitored by Hashimoro's men, the apartment's safe for now but they may have bugged it this evening so I can't stay on line for long. You will be followed so stay where you are and only go out for normal things, just act normally. I'll explain soon." She rang off. Davey handed the mobile back to Simon and shrugged, putting a well- manicured hand to his lips. Simon grimaced, pecked Davey on the cheek and let himself out. "What the hell is going on?" Davey thought, a deepening suspicion of his sister was crystallising from the events of that evening. The subterfuge to get him to impersonate her, the unlimited funds, the careful preparations, the party and Hashimoro ? Barbara must have something to do with that diamond confusion at the party, but what? Too wound up to sleep, Davey released himself from the tight embrace of the corset and set it aside; he pulled on a pretty green short satin nightie and a warm towelling dressing gown from Barbara's wardrobe and sat at the vanity mirror admiring the reflection. With an audible sight he reached up and unpinned his hair, letting it fall around his face and proceeded to brush his hair back to its normal (at least Barbara's normal) shape. He cleansed off the makeup and rigorously applied cleansers and night creams, removed his beautiful dangly earrings and the other items of jewellery. The reflection in the mirror was still Barbara and he realised what a good job had been done, but what was going to happen now? Day 13- what are the next steps? Davey was trapped impersonating his sister in her apartment. He had slept fitfully after the previous evenings activities and awoke muggy headed and late. He padded around Barbara's place in a short nightie and decided on a long hot bath to ease the aches from his feet (last night's dancing), his head (champagne) and elsewhere (!). He shaved closely and checked his body for stray unwanted hairs, but the previous weeks of waxing and creams had kept him smooth all over. Dried off, he donned a pair of Barbara's cream panties and a matching bra, the makeup had come off his breastforms, so you could see the join, but they remained well adhered to his chest and he was used to their weight. A quick rummage in his sister's wardrobe revealed some lycra jeans and a soft camisole / jumper combination in light blue. He brushed his hair and fell into the routine of cleansers, moisturisers and a light mascara, eyeshadow, blusher and lipstick combination. Some pearl stud earrings and a simple gold rope necklace followed as he found some light sneakers which, whilst small for him, he could get to fit. Barbara had said not to go out except for normal things, so he grabbed his clutch bag from last evening and emptied the contents onto the dresser, lipstick, compact, tissue, comb, credit card in Barbara's name and about ?100 in cash. He looked for and found a simple shoulder bag, piled the essentials into that and grabbed last evening's outfit of shoes, bag and gown to take back to the couturiers. Outside he hailed a taxi and returned to the dress shop, who were all agog at the newspapers which showed Davey on the fashion page, in Simon's arms under the headline. "Society partygoers surprised by diamond confusion." Davey grabbed and read the article. "Amongst the revellers at the Hashimoro bank were Mr Simon deBrett and the stunning Barbara Norton in a beautiful blue organza gown. After a sumptuous dinner the bank's president, Takashima Hashimoro gave a short speech and unveiled an empty case which should have contained, according to Hashimoro bank spokesmen, the largest diamond in the World. The diamond was found later by police and is being examined for forensic evidence. Other surprised guests included Sir David Starkey and the Chancellor, Philip Hammond..." Davey turned to the front page and scanned the main article, which gave a sensationalist but surprising accurate account of the "lost and found" diamond. The police seemed to be clueless as to what actually happened and "sources" close to the bank indicated a profound loss of face by the President who had been summoned back to Japan. There were also dark hints that the diamond may not be entirely what it seemed; an "expert" had informed the media that he doubted the diamond's authenticity. Davey thanked the ladies for the gown and shot out to buy newspapers and some essentials. Mindful of possibly being followed, he spent some time in a couple of clothing shops and walked out with a smart pair of pink sneakers to replace his sister's tight pair. He desperately wanted to speak to Caroline but was worried about implicating her and blowing his disguise; thinking quickly, he entered a Tesco and bought a few food items, slipping a new pay-as-you-go mobile phone pack into the basket. Back home, Davey followed the instructions and set up the 'phone. Concerned over surveillance, he then changed into the new sneakers, donned a long camel coat over the jeans ensemble, grabbed his handbag and went for a walk. In the busiest part of the local high street, he 'phone Caroline's mobile; she answered hesitantly. "Hi, it's me." "Davey, where the hell are you, what's happening?" "Caroline, I can't tell you as I don't know, you've seen the papers?" "Yes, and I was worried, what happened, and where are you calling from, this isn't your mobile number?" "Can't explain except they seem to think Barbara is implicated in some way I don't understand. I'm being watched, hence the new 'phone and I can't go back to the old place, I'm staying at Barbara?s." "I'll come over; I need to see you." "No, it may be too risky until this diamond thing sorts itself out." Davey spotted a well-dressed Japanese looking guy across the street, "Must go, I'll call soon, love you". He hung up He walked slowly back to the apartment, stopping often to window shop but not seeing the Japanese man again. Once indoors and with little to do, he repeated the stretching and other exercises he could remember from the video, then sorted through Barbara's clothes, trying on outfits and shoes to see what fitted. He realised that he needed to get back to the other place to get his clothes from there. It was then that realisation hit him. "I'm impersonating my sister living as a woman 24/7. I have my own feminine clothes and not a stitch of male wear. The press has my photo in a blue gown on the arms of a man I made love to last evening and the president of a Japanese bank suspects my involvement in some scam concerning a diamond. I have a girlfriend who seems to understand my transvestism and a sister who has duped me and now disappeared." He thought, "But I've not felt so alive in years and I just love feeling like a woman." He glanced down at the rise of his breastforms and the elegant shape and colours of his painted fingernails. Then the 'phone rang, it was Simon. "Hi, listen, you up for dinner tonight? I've arranged for a delivery to you which should be there by now or if not, pretty soon to say thanks for last night and I'll pick you up from your flat at 8.00." He rang off, Davey's heart fluttered ? what was he going to wear was his first thought, which made him grin as it was such a feminine response. Then the doorbell rang, it was a courier laden with boxes which, after signing for them in an approximation of Barbara's scrawl, opened to reveal his things from the apartment. Delighted, he hung the clothes up and stashed the underwear and shoes, deciding on a simple but elegant black long-sleeved dress with black court shoes and a simple black handbag. The dress needed ironing from its travels, so he flicked on the plasma TV and set about pressing the dress and other items which had got screwed up by the move. The TV was tuned to the news channel which soon turned to the Hashimoro bank story. It seemed that Hashimoro himself had disappeared on arrival in Japan and that there was a run on the bank's stock, with an unprecedented takeover being considered. There was barely a mention of the diamond except that police forensic teams were still examining the evidence although the newsreader indicated that they were not sure if any crime was committed. One police spokesman mentioned wasting police time. Hanging the dress and other items up, the phone rang. "Miss Norton." It was Hashimoro. "Yes Mr Hashimoro, it must be very late in Japan and how did you get my home number." "That is of no consequence. I am calling to express my sincere apologies over the tone of our impromptu meeting last evening. I wanted you to know that there will be no charges pressed by the bank and any surveillance that you may have detected will be withdrawn forthwith. For the record, I have always enjoyed our competition and I wish you good fortune in the future." He rang off. Bemused, Davey used his new mobile to call Barbara. The number was out of order. He tried her work but they denied that Barbara Norton worked there. Now he was confused. With nothing better to do, he sat on the sofa and watched an afternoon ?chick-flick? movie and then showered and changed for his date with Simon. The doorbell rang at 8.00, checking hair and makeup in the mirror, Davey opened the door to a smiling Simon elegantly dressed in a blazer and open necked shirt, he bent and kissed Davey, handing him a small bunch of red roses. Davey responded naturally, arms around Simon's neck, one high heeled foot raised behind him. Davey quickly put the flowers in the sink basin with some water, grabbed his handbag and coat and, arm in arm, they went down to the waiting taxi. Davey went to speak but Simon held a finger to Davey' red ruby lips. At the restaurant, a fancy European fusion place in Knightsbridge, they were shown to a small, private room. The table was set for 4 people, Davey looked wide eyed at Simon who just smiled and led Davey to a bar where 4 champagne glasses were filled. From behind another door, in walked Caroline looking stunning in a dark orange dress, Davey shrieked and covered her in kisses, Caroline pushed Davey off, smiling. "Hi, Bro." Davey spun around to see Barbara shaking her hair out of a man's hat, she was wearing a double-breasted pin stripe suit with a man's shirt tie and shoes. Davey ran over and kissed her, then went to slap her across the face. Barbara caught Davey's hand easily. "Not until I tell you everything. My don't you look good, I bet Simon appreciated the effort you have made." Simon looked down at the floor and Davey blushed. "I'm sorry for all of this, but let's first drink a glass of Champagne to Davey who, let's face it, is the best-looking twin sister a girl could have." They chinked glasses and sat down, falling silent as a waiter brought the first course. Over the course of the evening, Barbara explained all that had happened; "In simple terms, we, that's my bank, wanted to buy Hashimoro bank to get a foothold in the Japanese market and we knew they were struggling with liquidity, but Mr Hashimoro wasn't having any of it. We'd tried the normal channels and even had a few meetings but he was being inscrutable. Ms Tomi was on board with the idea but couldn't persuade her boss, so we hatched a little plan. You see the diamond was a fake, but Tomi managed to persuade Mr. Hashimoro to showcase it as a way of proving the financial probity of his bank; in fact, their shares of International Mining are worthless. The board of Hashimoro were informed of this and they wanted to agree to our terms, but needed Mr. Hashimoro, who is a major shareholder, to step down." "So why did you need me?" asked Davey. "Well, little sister," they all smiled, "the Hashimoro board demanded a meeting without Hashimoro himself being there. We knew he was coming to the UK for last night's extravaganza, and I had to represent my bank to the board in Tokyo ? I couldn't be in two places at once and Mr. Hashimoro would have been suspicious if I was not at the ball." "Whose idea was using me?" Davey was intrigued. "The idea came up as we sought to create the diversion and tactics to get Mr. Hashimoro away. Tomi was all in favour as female impersonation is a very well-respected profession in Japan. We didn't have much time once all was set up and, well, I didn't want to give you the chance to back out so we brought Caroline in on the act to help things along." Davey cast a fearsome look at Caroline, who shrugged and grinned. "Davey, you were even better than we hoped, you were magnificent and even Tomi, who knew what was happening, was taken aback by how good you were." "So, what happened to the diamond?" Davey was intrigued if a little annoyed at not knowing what was going on. "Tomi took it off the dais once it was in place and hid it in Hashimoro's brief case in the room they dragged you into. During dinner, a diamond expert was ushered into the room by Tomi to appraise the stone, he confirmed that it was a fake and provided evidence to Tomi. They couldn't get it back on the dais before the unveiling, so Tomi managed to open the case after you left the room for the police to find it." "So, what is happening to Hashimoro?" "The bank or the man?" "Both." "Hashimoro-san was presented with the evidence of the fake diamond en route to Tokyo where he met with his board and offered to resign for loss of face. They accepted his resignation and acquired his shares for a lot of money, he is a rich man. We agreed terms this morning to acquire the bank and I flew back from Tokyo, landing this afternoon!" They paused as a waiter took coffee and bandy orders. Caroline excused herself to visit the ladies and Davey ran after her. They realised they couldn't chat in the toilets, but they air kissed each other. "Love the dress, like to see what's underneath it," Caroline whispered. Back in the room, Barbara and Simon broke from a passionate embrace. Simon excused himself saying that he needed to be at work the following morning and that the rest of the evening was girl talk anyway. They all laughed and all 3 women kissed, both Barbara and Caroline looking on quizzically as Davey kissed Simon a little too passionately. After Simon had left, Barbara resumed the conversation. "So, Davey, or whatever. I hear you've enjoyed being me and done a very successful job of it too. I was so envious of that fabulous evening gown and the photos of you in the newspapers are simply wonderful. Maybe we should talk about what's next for you, girl to girl." Barbara grinned. "Before we do, I have been speaking to my bank and Hashimoro about the transaction. I will be named as the new CEO of their International division and Tomi will be president." There were squeals of congratulation and kisses all round. "The transaction should complete in about 3 months after shareholder approval and the normal legals. Once complete, I am authorised by the board to offer you, Davey, a significant sum provided that you agree to sign a confidentiality undertaking not to disclose what actually happened. That sum is a million pounds!" Davey gasped. "You don't need to worry, why would I spoil it for my sister. But I'll take the money anyway!" He smiled. "Now, sis, you can't carry on being me I am afraid, that's part of the deal." Barbara looked Davey deep into his mascaraed eyes. "I'll give you 24 hours to decide what you want to do and you can keep the place across town for the time being." Davey looked across at Caroline, who nodded emphatically. "I'm not sure that I need so much time. These past weeks I have felt more alive, more energised and more certain of who I am, or what I am. Your kind offer means I'll be financially secure and, if she'll have me, I have found a woman to love." Caroline's eyes welled up as she nodded again. "So, Barbara, my sister, will you be happy to have a sister instead of a brother?" Barbara got out of her chair and embraced her new sister: through tears, they laughed as Caroline joined them for a three-way hug. Caroline broke her silence. "we'll need to work this out Davey ? I can't keep calling you Davey or Barbara for that matter. Whatever we call you, I know I love who you are and am getting used to what you are." Tears welled up and they all hugged again. "How about I leave you two love birds to sort things out, the room and meal are paid for so feel free to stay unless you have other plans." Barbara grinned lasciviously. "I do, with Simon." She added with a wink, kissed them both and left with a parting, "You can use my place tonight and move out tomorrow."