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24th May
I was awoken, like the day before, by a wonderful sensation in my nether
regions. I was so close to climax that I did not want her to stop. The
rush was a perfect start to the day. Sue's face appeared with a cheeky
grin and she gave me a huge sloppy kiss and deposited a large amount of
my own semen in my mouth. I was so surprised, I swallowed it. That was a
first, a strange almost salty taste and a constituency almost like runny
tapioca.
"Sue, you are being naughty, if you keep doing this, I won't let you
sleep with me."
"Don't be a prude Mandy, you can't tell me that you did not enjoy that.
There was very definite evidence to the contrary. We may as well enjoy
your cock, while it still works."
The long process of getting ready started, manipulation of balls, gaff,
corset, bra and knickers, close shave, choice of blouse, skirt and shoes,
make up, ear rings, necklace, rings, hair, watch and bracelet. That took
me over thirty minutes, a bit different from a week before. I had a
furious text from Kate, what had I been up to, spending over ?800 on
stuff, out of our joint account? She was mad that it was spending money
that we had not talked about. I needed to open a new bank account,
hopefully in my new name. I would ask DS Waters if that could be
arranged.
In the meantime, I sent Kate a placating text explaining the problem and
assuring her that no more would come out of that account, until my
undercover work was over.
After breakfast, we were back to the shop. First exercise of the day was
another lesson in hair removal. Painful, but instructive, Sue was getting
adept at using the kit. I was less good. Sue had already cleared my
moustache and a little of my chin. Oh well, I didn't have a heavy beard
anyway, it always looked a bit thin when I tried to grow one.
It was fascinating, dealing with the customers. There was such a range,
from the scared and timid to the outrageous. I had four offers of sex
before lunch. I was enjoying being among such a different group of
people. They were not obsessed with the boring things of life, it was
much more immediate, it was about feelings and fulfilling yourself.
In the afternoon, I took the chance to go for a walk and phone DS Waters
and see if I could talk to Kate.
"Hi Sarge, it's Mike, I have a little more information for you."
"Great Mike, the stuff you gave us yesterday is magic, you are in the
boss's good books for the first time. We found the two murders that you
told us about and tracked the guy, Jonty Burnham. We have him in the
station now. The boss and DS Irani are questioning him. It is looking
promising, well done. What else have you got?"
"I was told that our first victim was sex mad and had been using some
less salubrious dating sites. It would be worth looking on his computer
again for any contacts."
"Keep digging and phone me whenever you can, well done with it so far."
Kate was not such a pleasure to talk to. She wanted to know when the
joint account was going to be replaced and when I was giving up all this
stupid cross dressing shit. The bank account was easy, my salary was due
in a week. If I could get myself another bank account, Kate would then be
safe.
That evening Mary gave us instruction on how to work as a maid.
25th May
Friday morning and we were back at the shop. The first hour was spent on
hair removal practice and then back to serving the punters. I had started
to take for granted that I was dressed in female clothes. I already had a
night time cleansing routine followed by brushing my hair till it shone.
Mornings were started by being woken up by Sue, then shower, make up and
getting dressed.
It was starting to feel fun, rather than strange, picking out my outfit.
I no longer felt self conscious going out dressed. The process of
transforming my face was intriguing. It was a challenge getting better at
it. The constricting corset and the gaff were uncomfortable, but the
silkiness of the panties , slip and bra were nice on the skin. I liked
the feel of the stockings and the freedom round my legs and groin, with
the skirt, felt strange and liberating. I had never contemplated women's
clothes, but I could definitely see the attraction. Walking in heels,
even low ones, made my calves feel different and perked up my bum. It
wasn't such a trial wearing women's clothing.
The shop was busy. One pretty young man came in with a badly bruised
face. I got him to talk and he told me that he had been beaten up at a
bar when he had gone there dressed with his boyfriend. His boyfriend had
also taken a beating. Nothing had been reported to the police.
I managed to get him to give me details of the when and where. He also
gave descriptions of the three people who had done it. He even knew one
of their names. I made notes when no one was watching. It would be good
to track down some of the worst tranny bashers. My friend had told me
that they had beaten up several gay and transgendered couples around the
area and no one had come forward.
I would talk to DS Waters next time about setting a trap for these thugs.
In the meantime Friday night beckoned. Sue persuaded me to go clubbing
with her and showed me how to achieve a more dramatic look with my make
up.
We got dolled up, promised Mary that we would not be late and went to the
club. It was loud and crowded. We had a couple of drinks and the Sue
persuaded me to dance. With heels, boobs and a dress, my balance was so
different. I eventually managed to start moving with the music and not
looking like a drunken giraffe. Other girls joined us and then the men
started to pick us off. Sue had a companion very quickly but I avoided
all eye contact. The last thing that I wanted was to be groped by a man.
I quickly learned that it was not my choice. Hands seemed to come from
everywhere on the crushed dance floor. My bum and my boobs were both
groped and I had been squeezed and hugged by several men before too long.
Sue was happy smooching with a large young man but I fled back to the
bar. No peace was to be found there, young men of all shapes and sizes
were hitting on me, hoping for a bit of sexual fulfilment before the
night was out.
Eventually, in a state of total exhaustion, I managed to persuade Sue to
go back to Mary's. It was too much for me. I could manage playing the
part during the day, but becoming prey for sex craved men, was too much.
It was confusing and disturbing. It made me stop and think.
In a week, I had gone from being an ordinary manly male, with a sexy
girlfriend and healthy, normal sex life, someone who had never ever
dreamt of wearing women's clothing and acting in a feminine way, to being
at ease in a dress, panties, high heels and a bra and coming across
convincingly as a woman. What was happening to me? Was I changing in some
fundamental way? How could I take to this so easily?
There was no way that I could contemplate being a woman for a man, but I
was having no trouble being a woman for me. I was not only finding it
easy, I was finding it fun. As Sue snuggled in to me that night, I had a
lot to think about.
26th May
No wake up by Sue this morning. I was kind of disappointed. She was
already up and dressed. She was going to do a shift in the shop and I was
going to go as a back up to Amy, one of Mary's maids. No hair removal for
me today, thank goodness. After only a week of my new moisturising
routine, my skin was getting softer and clearer. What little there was of
my beard and moustache, were reducing.
Amy introduced me to my outfit. The black corset top had a little white
bib. It was low cut and displayed my lifelike breast forms, amost showing
the nipples. I needed to use concealer to hide the seams. The skirt was
very short with plenty of stiff petticoats and under those were white,
very frilly knickers. The whole outfit was rounded off with sheer black
hold up stockings, black patent high heels and a black bow in our hair.
Our make up was dramatic. We definitely needed a coat to wear to the
venue, or else we would have been arrested on the way.
Amy easily passed as a handsome looking woman. She was in her early
thirties and must have been on hormones for a long time. She was a little
taller than me and had a striking figure. I could not tell whether the
hips were hers or padding, but the boobs were definitely not padding. She
must have had bust enhancement and some cosmetic surgery. She later told
me that she had not decided, yet, whether to go for full reassignment
surgery.
Our client lived in a beautiful town house in Kensington. We were greeted
at the door by a large, muscular young man who was wearing a muscle vest,
tight jeans and eye make up. He was pretty and a hunk and his soft
stretchy jeans revealed his significant endowment.
He ushered us in and took our coats. Standing there in my frilly maid's
outfit, I felt a total fool. Amy quickly took charge and directed me to
the kitchens to collect our cleaning tools. All we had to do, then, was
to clean the house. My instructions were that every time the master or
one of his guests appeared, we had to smile a give a little curtsy. In
their presence we should also be sexy without being crude or rough.
Girlish behaviour was favoured.
I just got on with it and did not see the master until mid day, when I
became aware of a hand brushing my backside. It made me jump. I turned to
see a smiling distinguished man, about six foot tall, well built and in
his fifties.
"Ah, a new girl, so young and so pretty, what is your name?"
"Mandy, sir," I said with a bobbing curtsy.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty one sir."
"Both lovely and legal, where is Amy?"
"Cleaning the bathrooms sir."
"Well it is time for my lunch. I will have two guests with me. Go and
find Juan and tell him to serve luncheon in the small dining room."
When I found Amy, we returned to the kitchens and loaded the trays with
delicious looking food. Amy led the way to the room and we spread the
buffet in front of the master and his guests. Every time I leant over the
table a hand would slide up my leg and fondle my bum. I found it hard not
to turn and punch the groper in the face. I just moved quickly and
retreated.
"Gentlemen, our new young lady is called Mandy. I know that Mary does not
approve of her girls being pressured in any way, so it is entirely up to
her if she wishes to spend some private time with either of you. You need
to ask her politely yourselves. No pressure must be applied."
Both the guests, men in their fifties enquired whether I was willing to
earn a bonus and both offered ?200 for an afternoon's entertainment. When
I respectfully declined, the bidding rose to ?500 before they were
convinced that I was not for sale.
Through the afternoon I was required to clean wherever the master and his
guests were. It was strange being eye candy for middle aged men. It was a
strange and disturbing feeling.
Amy disappeared with the master for a chunk of the afternoon and
reappeared only shortly before it was time for us to leave. I had worked
as a maid for nine hours and earned ?135 cash. Amy told me that she had
earned ?500 including her bonus. She told me that the master was a kind
and thoughtful lover and she would be tempted to go with him for free.
When we returned to Mary's we changed, showered and then sat and talked.
Amy had been in the closet thinking she could be normal if she tried hard
enough. She married at 21 and it was a disaster. The compulsion to be a
woman was too strong. She left her wife shortly afterwards, was shunned
by her family and sacked by her boss. She tried to live as a woman but
found it very hard. Stop gap jobs kept her alive and she started working
as an escort. At first she looked very masculine and attracted a
particular type of customer. She worked days in a caf? and nights as an
escort. All her money went into increasing her feminisation.
She had been attacked and beaten up a few times in the early days until
she could become more feminine. When her hormone driven development
slowed down, she got implants. She studied cookery whenever she had the
chance and now works as a sous chef in the evenings. Mary started
employing her four years ago and she now has a comfortable life, with a
small number of regular lovers and her chef job.
Life is comfortable but a little lonely. She currently has a young
transgender girl living with her, eighteen years of age and attending
university as a girl. Acceptance is much greater now than it was even ten
years ago.
When I asked Amy about the risks and the deaths of Francine and Tracy,
she was very philosophical. She said that she had not known Francine, but
knew Tracy.
"Do you have any thoughts about why she was murdered?"
"We live in a dangerous world. Prostitution is always dangerous, unless
you can get to the stage that I am. You have to realise that even when we
have transitioned, the people that we attract are not always nice people.
Before we have transitioned the mix is even stranger. If we want to
become the women that we are, we pay a price. We have to believe the
price is worth it."
"Did Tracy have any problem people?"
"Lots of them, over the years."
"Any particular ones that she told you about?"
"Tracy did some work on webcams. It did not pay a lot but it was easy
money. She had one particular customer who used to send her disgusting
scary messages. She told me that she was going to track him down and get
someone to make him stop."
"Did she track him down?"
"Not as far as I know, she used to call him the devil's vicar. I am not
sure why. It's a great shame, she was a nice kid who was trying to become
what she wanted."
"Do you mind if I ask you why you have not completed your transition?"
"Not at all. Cost is a big part of it, but, I think that even if I had
the money, I would not complete the transition. I had to have my testies
removed three years ago and erections are no longer impressive, if they
happen at all, but I enjoy the sex as it is. My clients would be very
disappointed if I switched to a vagina. The only thing that I wish I
could change is my narrow hips. You are lucky, you are naturally broader
in the beam than me."
"I never thought of that as an advantage before."
"Have you started on hormones yet?"
"No."
"You ought to while you are still young. What did you think about the
offer you were made today, were you tempted?"
"No, I am very new to all this. I have only been living as a woman for
just over a week."
"Have you ever had sex with men before?"
"No, I am a complete virgin."
"Try it, you might be surprised how good it makes you feel to be taken
sexually as a woman. It somehow affirms who we know ourselves to be."
Amy changed and went to talk with Mary, leaving me with that thought
tickling in my brain. I knew I was just dressing up because I had to and
in order to catch a killer, but in a strange way, I was enjoying the
experience.
That evening I phoned Kate and got a frosty reception. We agreed to meet
for coffee the following morning.
27th May
Sue gave me my normal wake up and then kissed me, sharing some of my own
semen in my mouth. It was strange. I was not sure how to judge it. The
taste and texture were both disgusting and intriguing. My reaction gave
me more to think about.
I dressed ready to meet Kate. I was at a loss what to wear. In the end I
decided to go conservative and wear my modest white bra and panties under
a pale blue long sleeved blouse and a dark blue narrow skirt that came
just above the knee. I wore sheer dark tights and low heeled blue courts.
My hair was up in a high pony tail and I had my moonstone studs in my
ears. I had no other jewelry on. I wore a short denim jacket over the
blouse and carried my black hand bag on a long strap over my shoulder. My
make up was modest and my nails were a light pink. I was trying to be as
modest and toned down as I could. I did not wear my corset.
When I got to the caf?, I saw Kate sitting near the back. She was
scanning everybody as they entered and looked straight through me. As I
neared her table, she looked at me again and I saw recognition and then
anger appear on her face.
"Jesus, what the fuck, Mike, why have you come dressed as a tart?"
"I am not dressed as a tart."
"You know what I mean. I was expecting to meet my partner, not some cross
dressing, wannabe girl."
"I am working undercover, remember, I can't risk being seen as Mike."
"Don't give me that, London is a huge place. The chances of you being
seen are non existent. You are just enjoying dressing as a girl. One week
and I could not spot you as a man. Is that a wig that you are wearing?"
"No, it is hair extensions."
"What? So that is what you spent some of that money on. I suppose the
rest has been spent on clothes and make up. Why didn't you phone me? Why
didn't you come home? Where have you been living?"
"Sorry about the money from the joint account, I knew we would not go
overdrawn. My salary goes in tomorrow and I won't be spending anything
from that account. I am living with a very nice transgendered lady in her
big house. There are three other transgendered women living there. I have
got a job working with Mary in her shop and as a maid."
"As a bloody maid, you have got to be kidding me."
"It is perfect cover for finding out what is going on. I have already
given the team information that could solve two old child murders and I
am starting to get leads on the case in hand. I needed to get the trust
of the trans community. They are already opening up to me. This next week
I will have a chance to follow up on the escort business, the web cams
and the dating scene. They already trust me and see me as one of them."
"Well I can certainly see you as one of them. I want my partner back and
not some pseudo woman."
"This is only until I can sort this case. I had no option, remember."
We argued on for a while, but in the end Kate obviously wanted to get
away. As she stood to leave, I stood and moved to give her a hug and a
kiss. She recoiled from me, told me that she was not a lesbian and walked
out leaving me standing open mouthed. I was annoyed and upset. I had not
wanted to start pretending to be trans. Whilst I sat there, a young man
came over to the table.
"Are you alright love, you look a bit upset. Is there anything I can do
to cheer up a pretty damsel in distress?"
"No, I am fine, thank you."
When I left the caf? I walked for a while. Kate was right to be annoyed,
I had got wrapped up in the masquerade and had ignored her. I was so
focussed on getting the trans image right that I had gone deeper than I
had realised. I was already comfortable in women's clothes and presenting
as a woman. If I was honest with myself, I was actually getting a buzz
out of it.
I made a pact with myself that I would only continue if I was making
progress on the case. The moment that I was no longer moving things on, I
would be back to being Mike.
I also thought that, for as long as I was pretending to be a transgender
person, living full time as a female, I would be as convincing as
possible. For that reason, I decided that I would wear a corset as a
matter of course.
I went back to Mary's and found a house full of Mary's friends and
prot?g?s. Most were dressed as women but there were one or two male
partners among them. It was a golden opportunity to ask questions. I had
told Mary that I had friends in the police and had always been interested
in solving crimes. I also made it clear that I was keen to help find the
bastard who had committed the murders. Mary had duly mentioned that to
others. It gave me an excuse to be nosy.
I stuck with the younger ones, because I thought that they would probably
be more likely to be dating, escorting or working the web cams. I asked
whether anyone had any ideas what had happened to Francine and Tracy. It
seemed that several of the younger crowd had known Tracy quite well. Not
long before she was murdered she had spoken about a strange escort
booking. It had not gone through the normal channels. Tracy had spoken to
two of the girls and expressed her concern over whether to take the
booking.
Tracy had said that the booking had been on her personal phone and not on
her work one. She had also said that the person had spoken in a strange
way saying that he was going to show her the way to glory. She had
decided to take the booking despite her concerns. Her friends had
wondered whether that person might be the murderer.
Of those that knew Francine there was not one who had any ideas about her
murder. They all said that she had been taking more and more
opportunities to indulge in sex when she visited London, seeing two and
sometimes three people for sex in a night. She was sex crazed. She had
talked about leaving her wife and living full time as a woman and had
discussed ways in which she could support herself. One idea that she had
was to find a male sugar daddy and she had started using specialist
dating sites.
I asked whether there had been any more trouble with the guy that a
couple had given the nickname, the devil's vicar and one said that they
thought that they might have seen him at one of the drag shows in the
Pink Club.
Eventually Mary's guests left and the five of us readied ourselves for
bed. I found Sue in my bed wanting a cuddle and duly obliged.
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