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Authors Note: One of the many traditions in the British legal system is that in the law offices, often called chambers, the male lawyers are always addressed as sir by the support staff and the female lawyers, irrespective of whether they are married or not, are addressed as Miss. The Dinnie Stones mentioned in the story are real. You can view a very strong woman lifting them on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWbZTzMtw1E Little and Strong The Interview Jamie Evans looked nervously around the waiting room of the law office Little and Strong at his fellow interviewees. There were 4 young women, who looked impossibly poised and confident and one other man, a tall flaxen haired young man who was wearing an old Etonian tie and a superior expression. This was not the sort of scene that Jamie had envisioned when he graduated with a Bachelor in Laws, LLB, from a university whose law programme ranked somewhere near the bottom of those institutions offering such a programme in the country. Money had been the reason for Jamie's choice of university; the one he chose was comfortably cheaper than most programmes. But then, money had always seemed to be an issue throughout Jamie's life. He and his older sister were raised by a single mother who had really struggled to provide the best for her children. Jamie absolutely adored his mum and one of the goals that drove him was to find a satisfying job that paid well so that he could provide a more comfortable life for her. Unfortunately after having secured his degree the next part of Jamie's path towards becoming a lawyer was proving very challenging. In order to be able to practice law he needed to serve a 2 year term, much like an apprenticeship, at an established law firm and this is where he was thwarted. He had applied at all the large firms and had not even been asked for an interview. It is usually difficult to be accepted as a pupil at legal firms, but in Jamie's case it was proving impossible and he was now regretting his choice of university. Almost in desperation he had applied at Little and Strong and was surprised to be given an interview. Jamie had done some research prior to his interview and established that Little and Strong was a small firm that specialised in legal issues affecting women, which was not a field that he had thought of working in. However because of his lack of success at finding a position he was prepared to try anywhere. He found that the firm only had two lawyers, Cath Little and Leigh Strong. Leigh had taken over the law practice from her mother and immediately brought Cath in as an equal partner. Although they were both young they were also dynamic and had quickly gained a reputation for doing their very best for their clients. They felt that they were now in a position to expand the practice, hence the group of anxious candidates in the waiting area. "Miss Evans," called a voice and Jamie looked up to see a receptionist with a clip board surveying the waiting room. Jamie waited for one of the young women to stand up, but none of them did. "Miss Jamie Evans," called the receptionist again and a very embarrassed Jamie stood up. "I'm Jamie Evans," he said quietly. A couple of the women giggled and the flaxen haired young man snickered. "I'm so sorry Mr. Evans," the receptionist said looking very apologetic. Jamie gave her a smile and said, "Oh don't worry it happens all the time" The girl gave Jamie a grateful look and said, "Please follow me and I'll take you through to Ms. Strong's office. As Jamie stood up he appeared to stumble and bumped quite hard against the flaxen haired snickerer depositing half a cup of his coffee into his lap. The young man sprung up and uttered a furious curse as he dabbed at his stained trousers with a white handkerchief. "Sorry old boy, damned clumsy of me, what," said Jamie in a fake plummy accent? As he followed the receptionist he could hear a wave of giggles from the waiting girls. The receptionist stopped at a closed door, knocked discretely, entered and announced, "Mr. Evans is here." She ushered Jamie inside the spacious office. There were two women sitting in comfortable chairs around a low coffee table and they both rose to greet Jamie. Jamie was barely able to stifle a gasp of surprise as the pair stepped forward to greet him. One of the women was wearing ankle boots with a 3 inch heel, which made her height at least 6 foot 5. She not only had the build of a powerful athlete, but she also moved like one. She was wearing a calf length leather skirt that flowed around her legs as she moved and a white turtle neck and her long blonde hair gave her the look of a marauding Viking. "Hello Jamie, I'm Cath Little," she said as she gave his hand a firm shake. "Leigh Strong," said her partner. "Please make yourself comfortable," and she pointed to a chair on the other side of the coffee table. Although a couple of inches taller than Jamie's 5 foot 6, Leigh outweighed him by at least 40 pounds. She was not fat, just very solid and she moved with surprising agility. She was dressed in black trousers and a short sleeved grey blouse that showed off her muscular arms. Her hair, unlike Cath's, was short and spikey. "I'm afraid I made a bad faux pas in the waiting room by calling for Miss Evans," said the girl who had fetched Jamie. Cath and Leigh made sympathetic noises, but Jamie smiled and waved off the mistake. 'My mother and sister mean the world to me, so it is hardly an insult to be called a woman," he said. The girl whose name was Trish murmured her thanks and then withdrew. "Now Jamie," said Leigh with an encouraging smile, "tell us a little about yourself. Where did you go to school?" Jamie self-consciously mentioned his Comprehensive school in a working class area and his less than stellar university. He watched Cath scribbling on a legal pad and he became more nervous. "And why did you choose Little and Strong?" asked Cath, her pen poised. By now Jamie was thoroughly rattled. "No one else would have me," he blurted out and was immediately horrified at his incredibly crass answer. To his surprise Cath and Leigh both hooted with laughter, but he was convinced that he had thoroughly blown this interview. Cath tried again. "As I'm sure you know, this firm specialises in women's issues; employment problems, spousal abuse, transgender clients and so on. What do you think you can bring to our team?" "Well I'm a man," began Jamie, before realizing how ridiculous this sounded. "Yes we noted that," said Leigh drily. "But how might that help?" "It's a different point of view," said Jamie. "I expect that your client's adversaries are usually men and it might help to have someone who knows the way they think." Jamie felt that he had made a valid point, but he was quickly deflated when Leigh responded. "Maybe you are right, but then again most women would say that they know all too well exactly how men think." Leigh turned to Cath and said, "Cath do you have any more questions for Jamie?" Cath shook her head and said, "No." "Well we won't keep you Jamie," said Leigh as both women rose. "We will let you know if we want you back for more questions." Jamie cut a forlorn figure as he left the office and trudged miserably along the street. Just when he thought things could not get any worse it began to rain. He was living on a temporary basis with his sister and her partner, who had a one bedroom flat, which meant that Jamie slept on the sofa. When he got back there he was thoroughly soaked and feeling sorry for himself. He quickly took off his wet clothes, but instead of taking a shower he decided that he would go for a run and try to burn off some of his frustration. An hour later he returned, even more wet, but feeling more relaxed. As he was in the shower he heard the front door open followed by the cheerful voice of Mandy, his sister's partner. "Is that you in there Jamie?" she asked tapping on the bathroom door. "Be out in a minute," called Jamie. "I'm just putting the kettle on," said Mandy, "and I happened to be passing Harrod's and bought you a little present. I'll leave it on the bed in our room." Jamie felt a little spurt of pleasure and an enormous feeling of gratitude to Mandy whose gift had arrived at the perfect moment. Harrods was a little joke that the 3 of them shared. It was actually a charity shop not far from their flat and Mandy had evidently stopped in there on her way home from her shift as a nurse at a large hospital. He quickly finished drying and went through to his sister and Mandy's bedroom. There on the bed was the famous green Harrods bag that they always used when shopping at the thrift shop. Jamie took the bag and tipped the contents onto the bed. He gave a gasp of surprise and delight as a black leather skirt fell onto the bed. With trembling fingers he picked it up and held it against himself and saw that it fell below the knees in an A-line shape. His thoughts immediately turned to the skirt that Cath Little was wearing at the interview and he immediately felt himself stiffen down below. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down before he went over to the chest of drawers and opened the drawer that Lena, his sister and Mandy had set aside for him. He took out a silky pair of black panties and a lacy bra and put them on. Next he stepped into a white half-slip with a lacy hem, followed by a loose white cotton blouse with three quarter length sleeves. Wanting to save the skirt till last he pulled a pair of dark knee high stockings up his smooth legs and stepped into a pair of black ankle boots. Finally after taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and stepped into the skirt, fastened it at the back and slowly drew up the zip. He stood for several seconds relishing the feeling of the skirt brushing against his legs as he swayed gently. He opened his eyes and moved over to the full length mirror where he gazed joyfully at the refection. Again his thoughts turned to Cath Little and he wished he could have her long blonde hair. His own hair was shoulder length and he arranged it into a more feminine style before heading off downstairs to show Mandy. Jamie had been cross dressing for as long as he could remember and growing up he was blessed to have had the full support of his sister and mother. They had both bought him girl's clothes and encouraged him to wear them when he was at home. They were also very protective, never allowing his secret to be revealed to anyone else and never, ever teasing him. As a result Jamie felt very secure in his dressing and only when Lena and Mandy became a couple was Jamie's secret shared. Lena and Mandy had met at university and quickly fell for each other. Jamie liked Mandy from the moment he met her and this feeling turned to a sisterly love at her reaction to the first time she saw him dressed. "Jamie, you look gorgeous," she had said. "Oh I feel so lucky to have a sister-in- law and a brother-in-law all rolled up in one." He greatly appreciated living with his sister and Mandy, as he was able to dress whenever he was home. However he knew that it was not a convenient arrangement and he longed to have his own place. As usual money was the limiting factor. He slowly made his way down stairs and into the kitchen where Mandy was waiting for the tea to brew. When she looked up and saw Jamie in his new skirt she gave a squeal of delight and rushed forwards and hugged him. "Yes, yes, yes," she exclaimed. "That skirt has you written all over it. Jamie you do make a super girl." Jamie returned the hug and gave Mandy a long kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much Mandy, I absolutely love the skirt; please let me know how much it was and I'll pay you." With a smile Mandy put a finger on Jamie's lips to silence him. "Hush pretty boy, it's a gift," she giggled, "you do so much around the flat, especially the cooking, that Lena and I feel lucky to have you." Jamie blushed with pleasure. "You and Lena have been so kind to me. I know it's not convenient me being here and as soon as my situation improves I'll get out of your hair." "No hurry Jamie, you are always welcome. Now sit down while I pour the tea and tell me how your interview went," said Mandy as she put two mugs on the table. With a sigh Jamie told Mandy about the disastrous interview at Little and Strong. "I can't believe that I said such stupid things," he moaned. "The only good point was spilling coffee over the toffee nosed prick in the waiting room. "I'm sure the bastard will get the job." Mandy did her best to console him. "Don't despair Jamie, I'm sure your luck will change soon." "What, you mean I'll meet a gorgeous, rich lesbian, who falls head over heels in love with me and insists I wear skirts as her partner in law," he asked sarcastically? Mandy giggled. "Something like that, but she doesn't have to be a lesbian; a woman who loves girlie boys would be just as good wouldn't it?" Jamie smiled and said, "Yes it would work if I was the lesbian." They finished their tea and Jamie rose to begin making the dinner. He was a very good cook and really loved making excellent meals for Lena and Mandy, a delight they thoroughly appreciated. Jamie decided to make a mushroom risotto with chicken and for a while as he worked in the kitchen he forgot about his disappointments. He was so engrossed in his work that he jumped suddenly when he felt a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned around to find Lena grinning at him. "Love the skirt sis; did Mandy get it for you?" "Yes, bless her she did," said Jamie as he hugged his sister. "Why don't you open a bottle of wine and you and Mandy put your feet up. I'll call you when dinner is ready." Half an hour later Jamie called them to the table where steaming bowls of risotto were waiting. Over dinner Jamie brought Lena up to date with his latest setback. Lena looked at him mischievously. "Oh Jamie keep trying. There must be dozens of law firms desperate to employ a pretty cross-dresser who specialises in putting a dainty high heeled pump in his mouth." Unable to keep a straight face any longer she began to giggle and moments later gales of laughter swept the table from all 3 of them. They finished their dinner and as Lena and Mandy were clearing Mandy had an idea. "Jamie, go and change into a pretty nightie. Once we are finished here Lena and I will do the same. We'll watch a chick flick together and drink wine." 5 minutes later Jamie re-appeared in an ankle length satin nightdress with lacy half sleeves and collected a couple of bottles of wine while Mandy and Lena went upstairs to change. An hour later they were all giggling their way through a girlie comedy when Jamie's phone range. He glanced at the display dial and did not recognise the number so he put it on speaker so that he could vet the message. "Hi Jamie, this is Leigh Strong from the law office. We would like to see you for a second interview, but this time we will do it in the evening at a restaurant." Jamie scrambled to answer the phone and of course dropped it on the floor. "Hello, Ms. Strong," he gasped when he finally had retrieved his phone. "Oh good I was hoping you would be there Jamie," said Leigh in a warm voice. "Now would 7 pm tomorrow suit you?" "Yes, yes, that would be wonderful, I mean fine," stammered Jamie, completely unable to believe this development. "Excellent," said Leigh, sounding pleased. She mentioned an expensive restaurant in the West End and told Jamie that he did not need to wear his suit and tie, but smart casual dress would be quite suitable. After he had hung up Jamie continued to stare at his phone in disbelief until Lena gently took if from his hand and she and Mandy enveloped him in crushing hugs. After that, the movie was forgotten, but not the wine. The Second Interview Jamie spent the next day in nervous anticipation, continually going over what he should say to imagined questions. At 5 o'clock he took a long shower and then remembered that he needed to iron his shirt and trousers. Mandy gently took the iron away from him. "I'll do it Jamie; you are so jumpy you would probably burn yourself and the shirt." Finally Jamie was ready. He had chosen a tailored shirt with a thin blue stripe and well pressed pair of khaki chinos, well polished black shoes and finally a classic navy blue blazer. Lena brushed a couple of imaginary specs from his blazer and she and Mandy each gave him a kiss on the cheek and sent him on his way. Jamie took the Underground and arrived at the restaurant at 6.45. He walked around for 10 minutes before entering and giving his name to the ma?tre de. "This way sir," said the man and he led Jamie through the crowded restaurant to a table in a secluded corner, where Cath and Leigh were already seated. They both stood and greeted him warmly. Cath was wearing a cowl necked metallic silver slip dress and Jamie had to force himself not to stare at her beautifully sculpted body. Again she was wearing 3 inch heels so that she towered over him and he found himself very attracted to her. Leigh was wearing a pair of navy slacks and a cream blouse that covered her arms but did not disguise their definition. Jamie was somewhat surprised at how turned on he felt being in the presence of such physically powerful women. The ma?tre de appeared to be especially solicitous towards Jamie, holding the chair for him and asking him what he would like to drink; Leigh answered for him. "Jamie why don't you join us in the house's special cocktail," she said as she nodded to the ma?tre de? "We are so glad you could join us," said Cath trying to put Jamie at ease. Before he could answer his cocktail arrived and he took a sip. It was delicious and in his nervous state Jamie took a large gulp. "I do hope that you don't mind us meeting like this," said Leigh, "but we thought that it would be more pleasant to talk in a less formal setting." Leigh smiled at him and said, "When we spoke last night you seemed a little flustered, I do hope that we did not drag you away from anything important." Jamie took another slurp of his drink and whether it was the effect of the alcohol or the friendliness of the two women, he found himself start to relax. "Well I must admit that I was surprised to hear from you," he said taking another sip. "But we said that we'd be in touch," said Cath. "But I made such an awful mess of the interview that I thought you would never want to talk to me again." Cath and Leigh looked at each other with a puzzled frown. "But Jamie you were absolutely brilliant in the interview, how could you possibly think otherwise?" said Leigh. "But I made that awful gaffe about your firm being the last resort and that no one else would hire me." Both women burst out laughing. The ma?tre de appeared just then and Leigh noticing that Jamie's glass was almost empty ordered him another cocktail. "Oh Jamie that answer told us so much," said Cath. "Most of the people we interview try to give us answers they think will please us. Leigh and I were so impressed by your honesty." This surprised Jamie considerably and so he continued. "But my miserable educational background," he protested. "You could have had the fellow with the Old Etonian tie and a top university." Again Cath and Leigh were consumed with mirth. "Jamie why ever would we be interested in hiring the upper class twit of the year," laughed Leigh? "When we heard from Steph how you had spilled his coffee over his Armani suit we almost wet ourselves, we were laughing so hard." "But the young women you were also interviewing," persisted Jamie? "Prissy little bitches," said Cath dismissively, "never worked hard in their lives. We loved the fact that you had come up the hard way and struggled for any success you had. With the clients we see you are much more likely to empathise with them." Jamie was so astonished at this information that he became careless with his drink. Instead of sipping moderately he found himself taking bigger slurps than he should. By now they had all chosen their meals and Leigh ordered a bottle of wine. It came at the same time as the food and Leigh made sure that Jamie's glass was always fuller than theirs. The ma?tre de had been replaced by a pretty young waitress who proved to be very efficient. She was especially attentive to Jamie who was now somewhat the worse for wear from the cocktails and wine. However he treated the young woman with an elaborate courtesy that Cath and Leigh found amusing but also attractive. The conversation drifted into more personal topics. "Where are you living Jamie?" asked Cath. Jamie explained about the temporary situation with his sister and her partner and as he was a little drunk he went into some detail regarding the merits of Lena and Mandy. Leigh and Cath asked various questions and Jamie felt pleased at their interest. "They are really wonderful letting me stay there in their tiny flat. I do my best to help by doing the cooking, but I'm sure they will be glad when I find my own place." "Are you a good cook?" asked Leigh. "I love doing it," said Jamie. "And I think I'm not too bad. Well Mandy and Lena seem to like my meals. "Tell us a bit about you growing up with Lena and your Mum," prompted Cath. Jamie took another pull from his wine glass and launched into tales of his childhood. What came across to Cath and Leigh was that despite their financial constraints it had been a very happy childhood. "When we were young Lena and I used to read to each other and then go out and try to recreate some of the adventures in the stories," explained Jamie. "I was an only child," said Leigh regretfully, "I would love to have done what you did; which books were your favourites to act out?" "We loved Rupert Bear and when we were a bit older we used to pretend we were Enid Blyton's Famous Five," said Jamie with a faraway look in his eyes. "I loved the Famous Five," cried Cath enthusiastically. "Which character did you play?" "Well," Jamie began sheepishly, "my favourite character was George, the girl who wanted to be a boy, but Lena usually chose her, so I had to be either Dick or Timmy the dog, although a couple of times I dressed as Anne, because Lena wanted a girl's only adventure." "Not Julian?" asked Cath with a grin. "God no," said Jamie decisively, "Julian was an awful prig. He probably turned out like the bloke whose coffee I spilled in your office." Cath had just taken a sip of wine and she spurted it out as she was completely unable to control her laughter. Fortunately it missed her dress but they all needed to do some mopping up. By now they had finished their meal and as none of them wanted desserts Leigh called for the bill. Jamie still had half a glass of wine left and he was afraid of causing offence by leaving it so he hastily finished it off. By the time they got outside Jamie was somewhat unsteady on his feet and Cath had to hold him a couple of times, which she did easily, despite her 3 inch heels. Leigh had ordered a cab, which was waiting for them at the curb. With great concentration Jamie was able to give them his address and they drove off. Jamie was in the front and after a few minutes Cath and Leigh began to giggle as Jamie's gentle snores drifted back to them. "I think we will both have to get Jamie inside," said Leigh as they pulled up outside Lena and Mandy's flat. Cath rang the bell and a few moments later a worried looking face appeared at the glass window on the front door. As soon as Lena saw who it was she hurriedly opened the door. "Is he okay?" she asked anxiously as she saw Jamie propped up between Cath and Leigh. Cath and Leigh quickly introduced themselves before reassuring Lena and Mandy that Jamie was not ill. "Well he may be later," said Cath with a grin. "Where should we put him?" Lena and Mandy had already made up Jamie's bed on the couch and Jamie was gently deposited there. Cath removed his shoes and Leigh supported him while Lena took off his blazer and trousers. Jamie was then rolled onto his side on the couch and covered up. "Sorry to bring him home like this," said Leigh as she crossed her fingers behind her back. "We didn't realise he had consumed so much." "Oh dear," sighed Mandy, "the silly boy was so determined to make a good impression." "Oh he certainly did that," laughed Leigh. "I expect he'll feel better in the morning when you tell him that he got the job. Ask him to come in Monday and we can sort out the details." Lena and Mandy were so overcome that with squeals of delight they flung their arms around Leigh and Cath and hugged them. "Oh thank you, thank you," cried Lena, "this is wonderful news." "Well we are just delighted to have him," said Leigh as she and Cath prepared to leave. Jamie Starts Work Jamie slept past 10 the next morning and awoke with a terrible thirst. Mandy who was sitting across from him handed him a large glass of water which he gulped greedily. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "Better after that drink," he replied. "How did I get here? The last thing I remember was getting into a taxi and then everything went blank." Mandy giggled and said, "Well the first we knew was opening the door and seeing Cath and Leigh carrying you into the flat. They got you here to the couch and we undressed you and left you to it." Jamie let out a long groan. "How could I have been so stupid?" he moaned. "I get a second chance and I manage to throw that away. Were they very angry?" "No, just amused," said Mandy. There was silence for several seconds and then Mandy said, "Jamie." "What?" "You got the job!" she yelled. "They are very impressed with you and want you in there on Monday to go over details." Jamie stared at her uncomprehending for a long time and then let out a howl of surprise and delight. On Monday morning Jamie got up extra early to make sure that he had plenty of time to get ready and arrive on time. "Jamie, you look very smart," said Mandy as she surveyed Jamie in his well ironed shirt and freshly pressed suit. "Just one suggestion dear brother," said Lena with a smirk. "Tie a big ribbon around both shoes to remind you not to put your foot in your mouth." "Thank you sister dear, but this time I am going to do everything right." "Jamie, just be yourself, that is what has impressed them," said Mandy and Lena nodded her agreement. When Jamie arrived at the office he was greeted by Steph the receptionist. She remembered how kind Jamie had been when she had misidentified him and she gave him a warm greeting. "Come through to our meeting room Mr. Evans and as soon as Miss Little and Strong get here I'll tell them you are waiting. Would you like coffee?" "Better not; it might end up in my lap like one of the other candidates," said Jamie with a smile. Jamie spent his time looking through one of the legal journals and about 30 minutes later Cath and Leigh walked in together. At the sight of them Jamie once again felt himself becoming a little flustered. "So glad you are here Jamie," said Leigh, "I do hope that you did not suffer too much discomfort from our night at the restaurant." Jamie immediately blushed at the memory of his disgrace. "I am so sorry for how I behaved. It is incredibly kind of you to give me another chance," he stammered. Cath reached out and put a large hand on his knee. "Relax Jamie, you behaved exactly as we hoped you would." Jamie looked completely bemused. "But I got complexly sloshed," he said. Leigh and Cath looked a little sheepish. "Sorry Jamie, it was our intent to get you a little tipsy, but we carried it too far," said Cath. "But it did tell us what we wanted to know." Jamie still looked puzzled. "In vino veritas," said Leigh. She paused for a few seconds before going on. "It is easy to put up a front Jamie, to tell us what you think we want to hear, but not so easy when you have had a few glasses of the good stuff. We had a young attractive waitress and your courtesy to her was the same at the end of the evening as it was at the beginning. The way you related to us was also the same. Perhaps what pleased us most was how proud you obviously are of your sister and her partner. Your behavior was exemplary and Cath and I are congratulating ourselves that we can have you join the firm." Jamie felt his eyes begin to tear up and he muttered a thank you in a husky voice. "Now, let's talk business," said Leigh briskly. "Your pupilage here is for 2 years before you can officially become a lawyer. During that time you will be assisting both Cath and myself and learning all the ins and outs of a law office and dealing with clients. Cath is a barrister and you will be able to go to court with her and assist under supervision. I also do some court work but only minor stuff in the magistrate's court. To start with you will spend most of your time with Tina our legal secretary and Diane our clerk. They will be able to really school you in the basics. Now as to salary; would 50,000 be acceptable? Jamie's jaw dropped as he was expecting far less. "That would be wonderful," he said hurriedly. "There's more," said Leigh with a smile. "The firm owns a couple of flats not far from here which we sometimes use for clients who need protecting from abusive partners. We really do not need two, so you are welcome to live in one and we wouldn't charge you any rent; you would just pay for the cleaner who comes in once a week. Mrs. Surridge keeps the place clean and washes the bedding and towels. Would this be something you are interested in Jamie?" Jamie simply could not believe his ears and he sat for a moment with his mouth open. "I can't believe it," he finally managed to say. "I take it that is a yes," said Leigh with a grin. "I'll take you over there after work and you can have a look. If you like it, you can move in whenever you want." "I just can't thank you enough," said Jamie. "Oh I'm sure you will find a way," said Cath. Jamie spent the rest of the day with Tina the legal secretary, where he was introduced to the basics of researching for the two principals, Cath and Leigh. Much of this consisted of looking up old cases for legal precedents that could be used in future cases. He enjoyed working with Tina and found her an excellent teacher. At 5.30 Leigh came to him and suggested that he finish for the day. "I'll walk you over to the flat and you can see if it will suit you," she said. The flat was in a block of 3 situated on a narrow street about 10 minutes' walk from the law office. The flats backed directly onto a larger building behind. A short path led up to two steps and the front door, which Leigh opened with a key she produced from her bag. The building itself was quite old, but the inside had clearly been modernised. A hallway led from the front door to a staircase on the right and a doorway on the left which opened onto a sitting room and a larger kitchen. The sitting room extended to the front of the house and its large window provided the only natural light. There was a toilet between the kitchen and sitting room and beyond the kitchen were a laundry and a large storage cupboard. The lack of natural light was compensated for by excellent and well placed lighting. "I'll show you the upstairs," said Leigh and she led the way. At the top of the stairs was a landing which led to a large bedroom with an en suite bathroom. Unlike downstairs the bedroom had large windows with good natural light. The bedroom contained a queen sized bed and a couple of chests of drawers and a small walk in wardrobe. "This is really excellent," said Jamie enthusiastically. "I would love to stay here." "All yours," smiled Leigh handing him the key. As they started back towards the stairs Jamie noticed a door on the other side of the landing. "What's in there?" he asked. "That's for storage, which is why it's locked," said Leigh. "I allowed a friend to store some of her personal things in there, but she has gone overseas and I don't think that she will be coming back for them. I suppose that I should get it cleared out, but I'll leave it for now. I think that you will have enough space for your stuff." "Oh yes," said Jamie, "there is more than enough for me. If it is okay I will move my stuff in tomorrow; I only have a couple of cases and it will be easy to bring them on the Underground." Jamie could hardly wait to get home to tell Lena and Mandy his news. On one hand they were sorry to see him go, but they knew that their flat was too small for the three of them. After dinner Jamie packed up his belongings, which as he had predicted fit into two suit cases. Mandy wanted to drive him over there right away, but Jamie declined the offer, saying that he would rather spend the time with them over a glass of wine. The next day Jamie left earlier so that he could leave his cases at the flat and still be on time for work. This plan worked well and he was pleased to be at the office before Leigh and Cath arrived. He again spent most of the day with Tina, but at lunch time Leigh and Cath took him to a small caf? near the office, where they had soup and sandwiches. "Jamie I forgot to tell you yesterday when I was showing you the flat that there are some clothes that got left in one of the drawers in your bedroom," said Leigh. "There is a couple of nightdresses and some underwear that we had there for women who needed shelter and had not had a chance to pack. Just put them in a bag and Mrs. Surridge can drop them off at a charity shop." "Okay," said Jamie nonchalantly, "I'll see to it." Jamie spent the afternoon shadowing Leigh and he thoroughly enjoyed it. She was patient with him, friendly and a good teacher. There was something else as well. He couldn't help feeling attracted to her. Although not a beautiful woman Leigh was certainly attractive and Jamie was surprised that he found her obvious physical strength strangely attractive. When he left that evening he stopped at a small supermarket and stocked up with all the things he would need for cooking for a couple of days. Jamie found cooking to be a good way to relax and he was looking forward to being able to do it every night. When he got back to the flat he quickly changed into his running kit and went for a 40 minute run to blow off some of the cobwebs in his brain from the office. After showering he opened his suitcases and rummaged through them. Soon he was wearing panties, a bra, slip and a loose comfortable dress. He slipped a pair of comfortable flats on his feet and headed down to the kitchen to prepare his evening meal. He loved moving around the kitchen feeling the dress swirl about his legs as he sipped a glass of wine. He settled on an omelet and a green salad and enjoyed a relaxed evening lingering over his food and marveling at his change in fortune. His thoughts turned to work and inevitably his employers, Leigh and Cath. He thought of Cath and the dramatic way that she swept around the office in her skirts and felt rather jealous. Finally he decided that he needed to unpack so he tidied the kitchen and went back upstairs. He knew that Mrs. Surridge would be coming in once a week so he elected to keep the few dresses and skirts he had in garment bags hung in the walk in wardrobe. It was when he began to put the rest of his clothes in the drawers that he discovered the nightdresses, bras and panties which took up a whole drawer. He had forgotten about them and was surprised to find them and even more surprised at their quality. He gave a start when he looked at the label of the first nightdress; "She." This was an expensive brand made locally and featured luxurious smooth satin on both sides of the garment. His fingers trembled as he lifted it out of the drawer and held it up against his body. It was almost ankle length in a bubblegum pink shade, with short lacey sleeves and a lacy hem. Jamie thought it was absolutely beautiful. He loved wearing nightdresses and would always choose one that was long; the feeling of the silky material against his legs and the knowledge that he was wearing such a feminine garment was almost overpowering. He put the nightdress down and picked up the other one. This one was black, but otherwise identical to the first. He put it down hurriedly, desperately trying to avoid the temptation. Instead he found his hands straying towards the panties. They were the same material and much more luxurious than anything Jamie had worn before. "I mustn't try them on," a voice was saying inside his head. "It wouldn't hurt," said another more coaxing voice. "After all they are going to be sent to a charity shop." "No," said the first voice almost desperately. "You will never get a better chance to try a nightdress from She. What harm can it possibly do? Go on, you owe it to yourself to try it on," insisted the second and much more powerful voice. Suddenly Jamie began to almost tear his clothes off. His dress and slip fell in an untidy heap on the floor and his bra and panties soon joined them. He took a pair of the silky panties and slowly slid them up his legs. When they touched his cock it immediately began to stiffen. Uttering a little cry he put the black nightdress over his head and slid the arms through the short sleeves. He paused for a moment and then let go of the garment and almost collapsed as it rushed down his body and swung gently over his ankles. He gripped the chest of drawers, taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself. "Take it off now!" said the first voice. "Admit it," cooed the second voice, "you are a girl; you deserve to wear beautiful nightdresses." "Yes, yes," he cried aloud, "I'm a girl, I'm a girl." And he collapsed onto the bed as the orgasm raced through his body. When he had recovered Jamie removed the soiled panties and nightgown and took them over to the wash basin in the en suite, gently washed them and hung them to dry. "No more," said the first voice after Jamie had brushed his teeth and returned to the bedroom. "Oh shut up," said the second voice, "he admitted he was a girl." "Yes shut up," said Jamie aloud as he slid the second nightdress over his body and with a smile climbed into bed. To his surprise Jamie slept very well and woke feeling wonderful. As he slowly moved his legs under the covers he felt the glorious satin nightdress caress his skin and he gave a little moan of pleasure. He fetched a satin dressing gown from the wardrobe and slid it on. It was a deeper pink than the nightdress and reached to mid-calf, so that there was a lacy expanse of nightdress fluttering below it. Mandy had bought it for him during one of her forays into the charity shop. He made his way out onto the landing, past the mystery door and down into the kitchen where he thoroughly enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. After, he was careful to hide the nightdresses and panties in one of his suitcases before sauntering off to work. A few days later Jamie received a shock when Leigh said to him, "Jamie, Mrs. Surridge told me she could not find the bag of clothes that I asked her to take to the charity shop." On the spur of the moment he came up with a plausible explanation. "Oh I'm so sorry Miss Strong, I should have told you. Knowing they were going to be given away I took them and gave them to Mandy and Lena; I hope that was okay?" "Now why didn't I think of that?" said Leigh with a smile. "Of course that was the perfect thing to do; I'm sure they liked them." "Yes very much," said Jamie breathing a sigh of relief. Doors That Open and Close Jamie fell into a pattern of working hard at the office, where he made a good impression with all the staff due to his natural friendliness and willingness to pitch in and help. This extended to the secretaries and receptionist who were delighted that the trainee lawyer was not averse to helping them with their work. In the evenings after he had come home from a run he would change into a skirt or dress and enjoy himself in the kitchen making dinner. Once or twice he invited some of the staff around for a meal, including Cath and Leigh, where he was in his office clothes, but in the main he enjoyed his own feminized company. He had not formed any romantic interests as he was naturally reluctant to reveal his crossdressing to any potential girlfriend. Apart from this there was just one thing that continued to tease at his mind and that was the mystery room. Every time he walked past the closed door he wondered what lay inside and what sort of clothing Leigh's friend might have left behind. One Friday night Jamie came home from the office and for once did not go upstairs to change. Instead he enjoyed a glass of wine as he prepared a simple meal. He had decided to change into one of his favourite nightdresses, enjoy a nice glass of wine and read and watch a little TV after dinner. He finished clearing up in the kitchen and made his way upstairs. A few minutes later he had exchanged his suit and tie for the delights of his nightdress and dressing gown. It was when he was walking back along the landing that he saw it; a key left in the lock of the mystery door. As he stared at it, the voices inside his head immediately began a furious argument. "Ignore it, walk away," insisted the first. "It doesn't hurt to have just a little look," said the second. "The contents belong to someone else," said the first. "But they aren't coming back to claim them." "Don't," said the first voice, but it was quickly becoming weaker. Jamie found himself pulled as though by an invisible force towards the door. Unable to help himself he found his hand reaching out for the key, turning it, hearing the soft click of the lock and then pulling the door open. The room was of course in darkness as the light from the landing only penetrated a short way into the room. Jamie felt around on the wall for a light switch, located it and turned it on. The sudden brightness dazzled him for a moment, but as his eyes became accustomed to the light Jamie looked fully into the room. If it had been stacked with gold bars Jamie could not have been more amazed. The room ran the whole length of the landing, some twenty feet, and in depth it measured at least eight feet. The entire room was made up as an enormous wardrobe and dressing room. Jamie gasped as he saw at least 20 dresses hanging from the rails on the side. They looked to be either new, or in the case of the vintage dresses in excellent condition. On a rack on the opposite side of the room hung about 15 skirts; some pleated, some tight pencil skirts and many that were full and flouncy. Behind them were an array of blouses and tops, both casual and more formal, such as would be worn in an office. As Jamie moved slowly down the room he noticed that under the clothes rails on each side were a series of drawers. He carefully opened one of them. As he pulled the first drawer open there was an explosion of brightly coloured panties seemingly glad to be free. He picked one up and ran it slowly over his cheek, relishing the silky smoothness. The drawer below contained matching bras and Jamie could only imagine what it would feel like to have one circling his chest. Behind the dresses hung the petticoats; gorgeous things of silk and taffeta that rustled as Jamie shook them. A third drawer contained various girdles and another, a couple of corsets. On the other side were drawers with slips and nightdresses and under the rails racks of shoes. Towards the end of the room as a dressing table with a comprehensive set of cosmetics and various brushes and at the very end of the room, occupying the entire wall, a full length mirror. "Oh my God," breathed Jamie as he began to retrace his steps back to the door. He was flipping through the rack of dresses when he suddenly stopped as though transfixed. He was looking at the same slinky silver dress that Cath had worn for the restaurant interview, but in a smaller size. Without thinking he took it off the rack and held it up in front of himself. Suddenly he began to move quickly across to one of the drawers where he removed a full length slip and from another drawer he took an open bottom girdle. Jamie looked carefully along the rack of shoes until he saw a pair of silver heels and added these to the pile. Carefully holding the dress he went back out to his bedroom, loudly humming a tune as though to drown out the warning voice in his head. After he deposited the clothes on his bed he hurried back into the secret room and sat at the dressing table, where he began to put on makeup with a well- practiced hand. After finishing he rearranged his hair in a more feminine style and went back to the bedroom. He removed his gown and nightdress and took a matching bra and panty set from one of his drawers and put them on. He stepped into the open bottom girdle and worked it up his legs to the waist, satisfied with the smooth contour it gave his front. From another drawer he took a pair of dark stockings and taking a deep breath let them glide up his legs. Once they were attached to the girdle's straps he lifted the slip over his head and let it fall down his body in a rush. By now it felt as though every nerve in his body was tingling furiously. He steadied himself with a few deep breaths before stepping into the dress and drawing it up over his shoulders. He slowly drew the zip up to the top and fastened the hook closure. He had the feeling that the dress was talking to him, but he waited until he had put the shoes on before moving to enjoy the sensation of walking in such a beautiful garment. In the flat there was only one rather small mirror in the bathroom and Jamie was desperate to see how he looked. Taking small steps he went back to the room on the landing and walked towards the mirror at the far end. He felt mesmerized at the site of the feminine figure walking towards him, especially at the way her dress flowed as she moved. He stood for a long time, striking several poses. "Oh my God, I feel so feminine," he murmured, "and I absolutely love it!" He heard a soft noise somewhere behind him, but took no notice, so lost in his feminine world. Finally with a sigh he turned to go back into his flat for a needed infusion of wine. As he walked back a horror began growing inside him. Not only had the door closed, but there was no handle on his side and of course the door opened inwards. He was trapped. He reached the door and saw that there was no possible way of opening it from his side. Even knowing it was hopeless Jamie tried pulling on the bottom of the door, but there was less than a quarter inch of clearance and the door did not move at all. It was then that the enormity of his situation became clear. Here he was trapped in a room and no one would come looking for him until at least Monday. "Told you," said the voice in his head smugly. Jamie forced himself to stay calm and think. He thought of tapping on a wall in the hope that someone would eventually investigate. Before that he resolved to fully explore his beautiful prison. Jamie gave a bitter laugh. "It's been a fantasy to be a pretty damsel in distress, but the reality is very different," he thought. So far all of Jamie's investigations of the room had centered on the beautiful clothing and he had not even glanced at anything else. Now for the first time he noticed a curtain that covered part of the wall opposite the locked door. He pulled it aside and gave a gasp of surprise when he saw another door facing him; a door with a handle. He tentatively reached out and took hold of the handle, fully expecting to be disappointed. To his great relief the handle turned and he pulled open the door. He stood for a few moments to let his heart rate slow down before stepping through the door. He found that he was in a short corridor and was facing another door. "Maybe it's a fire escape," thought Jamie and his mind immediately turned towards how he would get back into his own flat without his keys. He slowly walked the few steps along the corridor, his heels clicking on the stone floor. Again he reached forward for the handle and tried turning it. It immediately yielded to his pull and the door opened. Jamie stared with amazement at what was before him; the door had opened onto the landing of another flat, but one much larger and grander than his own. His anxiety immediately rose again as he tried desperately to think what he should do next. Yes, the immediate danger of being trapped was gone, but was now replaced by the realization that he was dressed as a woman in a complete stranger's flat. Should he try to creep downstairs and let himself out the front door? If he was found the owner would certainly call the police and the outcome might be the end of his law career. The alternative was to call out and when the owner came try to explain what had happened in the hope that they were sympathetic. If he could get outside he could perhaps find a way to call Lena and have her or Mandy collect him. All these thoughts were running through Jamie's head when he suddenly saw a shadow fall across the landing in front of the door. "Jamie are you going to stand there all evening or are you coming inside?" said Cath Little as she stepped in front of the doorway and Jamie's world came crashing down. The Third Interview The enormity of his position struck Jamie with sickening force and he had to grab the door frame to stop himself falling. Suddenly he felt the strong hand of Cath around his arm pulling him gently onto the landing. "Leigh, Jamie is here and he looks gorgeous," Cath called out. "Well bring him downstairs, I'm sure the poor darling needs a strong drink", came the reply from Leigh Strong. His mind still reeling Jamie allowed himself to be guided by Cath down the staircase and into the hall below. "Here she is," said Cath as she guided Jamie into a large living room. Jamie was too dazed to pick up on the changed pronoun as he saw Leigh rise from an armchair and come towards him. "Cath you are right, Jamie does look absolutely gorgeous in that dress." As Leigh prepared a strong drink Cath deposited Jamie on the sofa and sat next to him. Leigh returned with Jamie's drink and sat opposite them on an arm chair. Jamie made a couple of abortive attempts to speak before taking a gulp of his drink. This seemed to restore his powers of speech and the words just spilled out of him. "Miss Strong and Miss Little I can't begin to tell you how so very, very sorry I am. I know there is no excuse for what I've done and of course I'll resign immediately. I won't even come back to the office on Monday. I can't believe I've let you down so dreadfully, after all you have done for me." He paused to catch his breath and noticed that Leigh and Cath were looking at him with puzzled expressions. "Jamie, what on earth are you talking about?" asked Cath. "This," said Jamie waving his hand to indicate how he was dressed. "But it's a beautiful dress and you look great in it," said Cath. "But it's not mine; it belongs to Miss Strong's friend and I shouldn't be wearing women's clothes anyway," he wailed and tears began to run down his cheeks. "Jamie darling calm down," said Leigh. "All those clothes in the spare room are yours; we are just delighted that this dress fits so well." "I don't understand," stammered Jamie, his head reeling. He was suddenly aware that Cath had wrapped a strong arm around him and pulled him in close to her. "Jamie we knew that you loved wearing women's clothes," she said, "it's one of the reasons we hired you; that and your ability and wonderful personality." "You knew?" asked Jamie in a horrified voice. "Of course we knew," smiled Leigh, "Why do you think everything fits you so well? Now before we go any further with our explanation I want to make one thing very clear; YOU ARE NOT RESIGNING Jamie Evans, we want you in our firm for a very long time; is that clear?" Jamie could only nod mutely and dab at his eyes with a tissue. "Good," said Leigh decisively, "Cath we need to let Jamie know what is going on; do you want to start?" Cath gave a sigh and said, "It's a long story Jamie, so let's top up your drink before I start." Leigh poured drinks for all of them and then Cath resumed. "Jamie you have probably guessed that Leigh and I are partners and I don't just mean law partners. We have been together for 5 years and we are still just as much in love as when we first met. "But," she said and paused for a moment before going on. "The thing is, both of us like men, well let's say a certain type of man. Can you guess which type Jamie?" "Like me?" asked Jamie incredulously. "Exactly like you Jamie dear; feminine men who look lovely in a pretty dress, but feminine men who are strong, confident and proud to have a strong feminine side. There are way too many macho pricks in this world and not enough people like you." "Is that why you hired me," said Jamie sufficiently recovered that he felt indignant? "Not at all," said Leigh firmly, "that came as a wonderful bonus. Cath you had better give Jamie the whole story." "Bear with me Jamie because the first part of the story may not seem relevant, but trust me it is. Leigh and I met in a gym. We are both very dedicated weight trainers, but for different reasons. I am a discus thrower and Leigh is a strong woman, by which I mean that she enters strength competitions. You may have seen them; lifting cars and that sort of thing. We are both ambitious in our hobby; I want to get a medal at the Olympics and Leigh wants to lift the Dinnie Stones at Potarch Bridge in Scotland. One stone weighs 414 lbs. and the other is 318 lbs. Only 4 women to date have ever lifted them. The thing is, to get better we both need to spend more time training and work just keeps getting in the way. This is what led us to look for a new trainee lawyer and we were thrilled to get you. Our other issue is that neither Leigh nor I are much good in the kitchen; the dining room yes, but not actually the preparation of the food. Well one night when we were both a little tipsy we started talking about how great it would be to have our own maid." At this point Leigh butted in, "And I said that we could have him wear pretty little dresses and petticoats and after he had cooked for us we could have him for dessert. All very silly I know, but the next day we couldn't seem to get the idea out of our heads." Cath took up the story again. "When we met you at the first interview we thought that we might have solved our first problem, which was getting another lawyer, but then we had your second interview at the restaurant and that opened up a different possibility." Jamie looked puzzled and Cath hastened to explain. "At our dinner interview Leigh and I began to get hints that you might be a cross dresser." "I don't remember any hints," said Jamie. Cath giggled. "You probably don't remember much of that evening Jamie dear, so I'll refresh your memory. First clue was how you looked at me. Most men checking a woman out look at her boobs and face, but you seemed more interested in my dress. Then you let on that in your Famous Five readings and games, George, the girl who presented as a boy, was your favourite character and that you had also dressed as Anne a couple of times. We knew you weren't gay because Bruno, the ma?tre de told us. He is gay and loves to flirt with all the men, but he said that you did not appear to notice, which convinced him you are straight. The clincher was when we got you back to your sister's and were putting you to bed. Leigh and I both saw a nightdress under your pillow. The next step was to put beautiful nightdresses and panties in your flat with the bogus excuse that they were for clients. We were sure you would wear them and you did didn't you Jamie?" Jamie nodded, not daring to look at either Cath or Leigh. "Well then something happened which completely upset the applecart and directly led to the events of this evening", continued Cath. "What happened?" asked Jamie. "Oh Jamie can't you guess?" asked Cath with a smile. "No I'm sorry, I have no clue," said Jamie spreading his hands. "We both fell in love with you," broke in Leigh. To say that Jamie was stunned would be an understatement. His mouth opened and closed but no sound emerged. The silence seemed to stretch for a long time till Cath eventually broke it. "It was when we realised how much you mean to us that we put this crazy plan into action. The so called storage room always had a passage way to this flat. It was probably put in there by the original owner as a secret way of getting lovers in and out of his house. As soon as you began working for us we secretly stocked it with all those lovely clothes and shoes. Jamie you must have wondered why everything fitted you so perfectly? We had someone come in and fix the door so that we could open and close it remotely, but you could not open it from the inside. Once you were trapped in there we knew you would find the other door and end up here. It was very naughty of us, but then again our legal representative would say that you also were a naughty girl for going in there and putting on those clothes. So here we are, three naughty girls who have to decide what to do next. Leigh and I have a suggestion; would you like to hear it?" "Yes, please tell me," Jamie croaked and took another sip of his drink. "Okay," said Leigh. "Here goes. You will no longer be a trainee lawyer at Little and Strong and you will move out of your flat." Jamie looked horrified. "But you said...." Leigh held up her hand. "Wait Jamie, let me finish. You will not be a trainee lawyer because you will become a Junior Partner and your salary will double. The junior partnership however is not for you, but for Miss Jamie Evans. As a junior partner Miss Evans would have to follow the dress code for junior partners which Cath and I have just this very moment established. Skirts and blouses or dresses and of course heels of at least 3 inches. You will move out of your flat because you are going to move into here, where you will have two duties. One would be to cook our meals and the other would be to be our lover. You may want some time to think it over Jamie," she said with a smile. "You are joking, you must be joking?" said Jamie in disbelief. "No dear Jamie, we are completely serious," said Leigh and Cath at the same time. "So I'd be your maid," said Jamie. "No, no, no," cried Cath. "You would not be our maid. That idea was only if we had hired 2 separate people; a lawyer and a pretty male maid. We would never look upon you as our maid. You would prepare the meals, just as you did when you lived with your sister and we would all do the housework. If you were to agree you would be our equal." "And what would happen if I say no?" asked Jamie. "You'd still be our trainee and you would still have the flat, but you would not be a junior partner," answered Leigh promptly. "We realise that this must be a huge shock Jamie so we would allow you a 3 month trial period and if at the end of that you decide you want to go back to the old Jamie, then you can. We would still want you at the firm." Cath put her arms around Jamie's neck and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Leigh came over and did the same. "You should sleep on it and let us know tomorrow," said Leigh. "Come over and make us breakfast Jamie," said Cath. "If you are wearing a dress we will know that you accept our offer. If you are dressed like a boy we will respect that and move on. Now scoot sweetie, see you tomorrow." They both accompanied Jamie upstairs and each gave him a final kiss before sending him off through the corridor to his own flat. When he got there Jamie found the door open and he went straight through to his bedroom, undressed and climbed into bed. His mind was racing like a stream in flood, but surprisingly he soon fell asleep and it was a deep sleep with dreams of dresses and maids and curtseying. "Do you think he'll go for it?" Cath asked after Jamie had gone. "I hope so Cath I really do, but it's now in Jamie's hands," said Leigh. Neither spoke for a moment, but eventually Cath broke the silence. "Leigh I'm feeling a little frisky; do you think this court could adjourn?" "Request granted, I'll see you in bed." The Next Day Not surprisingly Cath and Leigh slept late the following morning. Cath awoke first and heard noises coming from the kitchen. She shook Leigh awake. "Leigh, wake up, it sounds as though Jamie is working in the kitchen. I for one can't stand the suspense, so let's get down there and find out the best or the worst." The put dressing gowns on over their nightwear and headed downstairs and into the kitchen. Cath let out a little moan of disappointment as she saw Jamie at the counter dressed in jeans and a T shirt. "Good morning Jamie," said Leigh, trying to sound cheerful. "I see that you have made a decision." Jamie came across and gave them each a peck on the cheek. "Actually," he said with a smile, "I have a counter offer for you." The two women seemed surprised. "Let's hear it," said Leigh. Jamie pointed to a garment bag that was hanging behind the door that neither woman had noticed. "I have a challenge for you that I think might be fun. Inside that bag is a dress and a petticoat. Now you are both very strong women so this should be easy for you. If you can overpower me and put me into that dress and petticoat then I will accept your offer." Jamie looked at them expectantly. Leigh and Cath looked at each other in astonishment and then they nodded. "Jamie love," said Cath, "I'm afraid that is something that we are just not interested in. The thought of struggling with you and forcing you into a dress has no appeal. That is not how we see you and we would never want to hurt you by struggling with you; so sorry the answer is no." Jamie's face was expressionless. "Sorry, I seem to have misjudged the situation," he said and before they had chance to stop him he picked up the garment bag and walked out. Cath and Leigh were stunned and it took them several seconds to react. "Jamie stop," called Cath as she rushed out of the kitchen, but there was no sign of Jamie. "Oh that's just fucking great," cried Cath, "Leigh I can't believe that happened; should we go after him?" "No Cath, not now," said Leigh who was always the calmer of the two. "Let's give him some space and we can talk to him later; maybe we can work something out." "Oh God Leigh, I hope so, I've really fallen for the little bugger." "So have I," sighed Leigh. "I was really looking forward to breakfast, but I feel like I've lost my appetite," said Cath mournfully. "Cath you'll feel better with something inside you, we both will. Why don't you go upstairs and get dressed and I'll start putting something together; bacon and eggs okay?" "I suppose," said Cath in a disconsolate tone. "Thanks Leigh." Leigh noticed that Jamie had already got several eggs on the counter plus, cheese, mushrooms, celery and tomatoes. "Looks like he was going to do an omelet," thought Leigh, "Well that's beyond my culinary skills." She started to look for the bacon in the fridge when she heard someone enter the kitchen behind her. "Have we got any of that bacon left Cath?" she asked. "You are not ruining breakfast with something as crass as bacon and eggs; for goodness sake Leigh have some class." She whirled around and her jaw dropped when she saw Jamie standing there. He had a huge smile on his face and was wearing a 1950's style housewife dress in pale blue. It had short sleeves and a boat neckline and tapered to a narrow waist. The skirt however was full and fell to 2 or 3 inches below the knee. With a cheeky grin Jamie raised the hem of his dress to reveal a froth of lacy white petticoat. Leigh stood there unable to speak. Jamie sashayed across to her, heels clicking and skirt rustling, put his arms around her neck and kissed her softly on her lips. "Now you big softy, why don't you sit down at the table and I'll make you and Cath a proper breakfast that will make you both even stronger," said Jamie. "But Jamie we thought that...." Leigh began, but Jamie interrupted her by putting a finger on her lips. "Explanations and questions later, when Cath is here. Don't tell her I'm back; let her think that you have cooked breakfast," said Jamie. Leigh giggled and said "Okay I'll pop upstairs and get dressed and tell her I'll call when breakfast is ready. Oh Jamie, I am just overjoyed that you are going to be our partner." "Me too," said Jamie, "now scoot." Leigh fairly flew up the stairs and into their bedroom. She heard Cath in the shower and called to her. "Cath, I'll call you when breakfast is ready." "Thanks Leigh," came the reply from the shower. Leigh dressed hurriedly and went back down stairs. Jamie now had a pretty white apron on over his dress and he was just putting the omelet mixture into a frying pan. On the table was a large bowl of fruit salad and the toast rack was full of thick pieces of buttered toast. "Now Leigh this is how you make an omelet," said Jamie after he had paused to hug her. The finished product was huge; the size of a laptop computer. Jamie took out a small piece for himself and divided the rest for Cath and Leigh. "Call Cath now Leigh and I'll hide in the sitting room," said Jamie and he scuttled off. A few minutes later Cath appeared in the kitchen and looked with surprise at the food on the table. "Leigh, this looks amazing," she said. "Maybe we don't need to get a cook/maid." "And where would that leave me?" asked a voice indignantly. "Jamie," screamed Cath as she jumped up and turned to see Jamie grinning at her. "Jamie you are wearing a dress." "Of course I am," replied Jamie. "Are you not familiar with the off duty dress code for junior partners? I suppose not, since I just invented it. Pretty dresses with gorgeous petticoats are to be worn as often as possible by all junior partners." Jamie would have said more but he found that he was unable to speak because Cath had seized him in a crushing bear hug and lifted him off his feet. "Oh Jamie darling I thought we had lost you," she sobbed as the tears streamed down her face. "Well you will if you don't stop squeezing me," gasped Jamie. "Sorry Jamie darling, I'm just so happy," sniffed Cath as she lowered Jamie down to the floor. "Now let's eat," said Leigh. "We don't want Jamie's delicious omelet to go cold." When they sat down Cath looked at Jamie's plate and said, "Jamie that is a tiny portion you have compared to ours." "Well a girl has to watch her figure," said Jamie with a grin. Cath snorted and said, "Well what about Leigh and I?" "You are not girls," said Jamie triumphantly, "You are both beautiful women that I am loving more and more by the minute." "What made you change your mind," asked Cath as she began tucking in to her breakfast? "I didn't change my mind," declared Jamie, "I made up my mind last night about 2.5 nanoseconds after you and Leigh made the offer." "Why didn't you say?" asked Leigh. "For one thing I was absolutely stunned; I had no idea that either of you felt that way about me. I was attracted to you both, but thought that you were way above my class." "Jamie that's ridiculous," protested Cath. "It's not really," said Jamie. "It's like waiting for a bus." "Jamie you've lost me," said Cath. "Me too," added Leigh. "You wait hours for a bus and then two come along at the same time," said Jamie. "I've dreamed of having a rich lesbian fall in love with me, dress me in skirts so that I can be her feminized law partner and lover, and what happens? Not one, but two beautiful lesbians fall in love with me, insist I wear skirts and become their law partner and move in with them so they can have sex with me. I mean to say it's better than winning the lottery isn't it?" It was fortunate that neither Cath nor Leigh had any food in their mouths as he said this because they would certainly have spat it out, they were laughing so hard. "Why does it have to be lesbians falling in love with you?" asked Cath when she had recovered. "Cath look at me; look how I'm dressed; I'm a lesbian. I love women and the important people in my life are female." This set off a fresh wave of laughter. "Oh Jamie you are priceless," said Leigh, "it's no wonder Cath and I fell for you." "Anyway, getting back to why I did not tell you straight away that I accepted your offer I thought I would tease you a little. After all, you both must have had a lot of fun setting me up in the so called storage room and trapping me there, so I thought I would get my own back in a gentle way. Now don't get me wrong I absolutely loved what you did, but it was a bit naughty of you." Leigh and Cath both looked a little sheepish. "Yes we were rather naughty girls," said Cath. "However I was not expecting your reaction to my suggestion," said Jamie. "And that told me a lot about you." "What did it tell you?" said Leigh curiously. "You two are stronger than 90% of men and either of you could easily have put me into this dress. But you didn't, because you didn't want to force me or risk hurting me. I rushed out of the room and hid in your downstairs toilet and I cried. I cried for joy because I knew that I could completely trust both of you. You don't need to force me into skirts because I would be proud to wear them for you and be Miss Evans your junior partner. My only suggestion is that we review the situation in perhaps a year and see if we all want to continue." By now they were all crying; crying big tears of pure happiness. "Of course we agree to your suggestion Jamie dear, I just hope that it continues as long as we all live," said Cath when they had recovered. Eventually they sat down again and began on the fruit salad and more toast. "I do have one question," said Jamie with his mouth full. "How did you know when to shut the door with me dressed inside, did you have a camera?" "No we thought that would be too invasive," said Leigh. "We did have a fairly sensitive microphone though. Do you want to hear what we heard." "Well I am curious," replied Jamie. Leigh left the room and returned with a small cassette player. "Ready?" she said with a smile. Jamie nodded and Leigh pressed a button. At first there was nothing but after a while came the sounds of heels clicking on the stone floor and then the words "Oh My God, I feel so feminine and I absolutely love it" "That's when we shut the door and you know the rest," said Leigh. They finished eating and Leigh and Cath got up to clean up the kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher. "Now," announced Cath, "the newly minted Miss Evans has a busy day ahead of her." "Doing what?" asked Jamie. "You will be presenting as Miss Evans on Monday so you need your hair done, a makeover and a bit of shopping. We have most of the clothes so we won't need to do much in that area." "I've just thought of something," said Jamie sounding worried. "How is the staff going to react when I turn up on Monday wearing a skirt?" Cath gave him a quick hug. "Honestly Jamie they'll be overjoyed. They all think the world of you and the talk in the staff room has been, "Wouldn't Jamie make a terrific girl." I'll call Tina later and get her to contact the staff and bring them up to date. But honestly Jamie you have nothing to worry about; after all there is no shame in being a girl is there?" "Most assuredly not," said Jamie. Leigh looked at Jamie and smiled. "Jamie much as I love your outfit I think that you should change into something a little more conventional for the hairdressers." Leigh thought for a moment and then said, "Jamie I assume you have been out en femme before?" "No this will be the first time." "Oh Jamie you must be really nervous," said Cath sympathetically. "Not very," said Jamie. "No one is going to try anything with you two protecting me." "Yes we will certainly look after you," said Cath. They reconvened again 15 minutes later in the downstairs hall. Jamie was wearing a simple black skirt that reached to his knees, a cream sleeveless shell top and a pink cotton hoodie. On his feet was a pair of sandals with a low heel. "Jamie you look perfect," cried Leigh enthusiastically. "Well one thing is definite; you have worn your last pair of trousers' it's skirts and dresses for you from now on sweetie." "Oh Leigh what a relief," said Jamie. "You look fantastic in trousers, but I would much rather be in skirts." Leigh looked pleased. "That's very kind of you to say so Jamie, but I think fantastic is going a bit far for this particular butch dyke," said Leigh with a smile. Jamie looked horrified. "Leigh don't say that! I think you are absolutely gorgeous and I can't believe my luck that you see something in me." Leigh felt her eyes moisten. "See something in you? Cath and I absolutely adore you." Just then Cath came down the stairs and Leigh and Jamie looked at her and gasped. She was wearing the mid-calf leather skirt that she had worn for Jamie's first interview. The skirt was full and had a magnificent swing to it, especially when Cath decided to stride out. On top she wore a loose sunburst yellow blouse that she let hang outside the skirt. Her hair hung straight down her back to below the shoulder blades and she towered over Jamie and Leigh in her 3 inch black ankle boots. The effect was electrifying. Cath smiled and said, "You like," and flashed them a cheeky grin. In answer they both engulfed her in tight hugs. "Cath I thought that you were going training with your coach this morning," said Leigh. "So I am," replied Cath. "Not your usual style for discus throwing," said Leigh drily. "I won't be wearing this when I'm in the circle Leigh, but I wanted to draw attention away from Jamie seeing as it's his first time out. We'll drop him off at the salon and I can come and get him after I finish at the training center and then we can have a late lunch, sound good?" "Sounds perfect," said Jamie. "I really appreciate you doing this Cath." "Like we said, we love you," said Cath. "By the way we need to establish whether we should call you he or she; which do you prefer?" "Well when I'm in skirts, which Leigh tells me I will be all the time, it had better be she," said Jamie. "Are you okay being in skirts all the time?" asked Cath anxiously. "No I'm not okay with it," said Jamie seriously, but he couldn't keep a straight face and started to laugh. "I absolutely love it and I love it even more because I know that both of you love me this way." The three of them went down to the underground garage and Jamie climbed into the back seat. Fortunately there was parking under the salon so it would be easy for Jamie to be collected later. Heads turned when the three walked into the salon. Just as Cath had predicted all eyes were on her. A young woman came across and greeted them warmly. "Good to see you Michelle," said Leigh. "This is Jamie who is here for you to work your magic on. Jamie I have given Michelle detailed instructions on what is to be done so you mustn't pester her." "Don't I get a say?" asked Jamie with a pout. "Not this time sweetie; all you have to do is be a good girl and do as Michelle tells you." "Yes Miss Leigh," said Jamie sarcastically and gave a little curtsy. "Enough of that you little minx. What time will she be ready Michelle?" "About 3 hours should do it," said Michelle, "We aren't too busy so one of the others can help. By the way should we add waxing?" "Ooh yes," said Cath, "let's get her waxed." "I'm not a fucking car," Jamie protested. "Language Jamie, language, that's not appropriate for a young lady," scolded Leigh. "Okay," said Michelle, "We'll add the waxing, but better make it 4 hours instead of 3." Leigh and Cath each gave Jamie a soft kiss and turned to leave. "Cath will pick you up in 4 hours Jamie. Now be a good girl for Michelle." Jamie sighed. "You already said that," he said as Michelle led him over to the waxing studio. As expected Cath's appearance did raise a few chortles in the changing room at the athletic center, but this motivated her to work even harder during training. "You should dress like that all the time," Ron, her coach, said, "that's the best session you have had for a long time." 4 hours later when Cath returned to collect Jamie, Michelle was just finishing. "Perfect timing Cath, I'm about to reveal the new Jamie to her and the world, come and take a look," said Michelle. As Cath approached Michelle spun the chair so that Jamie was looking straight into the large mirror. Cath who was right behind him got the same view. "Fuck," said Cath and Jamie just squealed. Michelle and her colleagues had put extensions into Jamie's dark hair so that it hung half way down his back and framed his face with soft curls. His eyebrows were shaped into a slim feminine arch and he was sporting a pair of starter earrings. His face was made up in a subtle way, but there was no mistaking his gender. The image screamed girl. Jamie raised his hands reveal his pink frosted nails with French tips and the girl in the mirror made the identical gesture. Cath flung herself on him and kissed him passionately. "Jamie, my love you are beautiful," she growled, "Leigh is going to go crazy when she sees you." Jamie climbed out of the chair and hugged Michelle. "Michele, you are a genius, I absolutely love it, thank you so much." "Our pleasure Jamie, come and see us again," said Michelle giving Jamie a quick hug. Cath paid the bill and they left. "How was the waxing?" asked Cath with a grin. Jamie pulled a face and said, "That part I did not enjoy." "Wait till you put on stockings on Monday," said Cath, "You will be so pleased you had it done and Leigh and I can't wait to rub our hands over your lovely smooth legs." It was a short walk to a small caf? where they met Leigh and had a late lunch of sandwiches and a small salad. As Cath had predicted Leigh was overjoyed at Jamie's transformation. "It's a good job there's a table between us," she said giving Jamie a predatory look. "Or I would devour you now." "Just eat your sandwich," said Jamie primly. After they had finished Leigh announced that it was time to go shopping. "You are okay for clothes for now Jamie, but you need some jewelry and since skirts do not have pockets you will need handbags and purses." This time Leigh and Cath insisted on taking Jamie to the real Harrods. "But it's too expensive," Jamie protested. "Nonsense," said Cath firmly. "We both want you first day as a girl to be wonderful." "Oh it has been, every minute of it," said Jamie. "Even the waxing?" grinned Leigh. "Well perhaps not the waxing," Jamie admitted. They left Harrods with a collection of reasonably priced jewelry and 3 handbags. "That will do to start with," said Leigh, "But Cath and I want to spoil you so you will end up with more." On the way home they stopped at a supermarket so that Jamie could get supplies for the evening meal. "What are you going to make?" asked Cath. "You will have to wait and see, but it will be special because this is a special day. I have been doing some research on how to feed the two of you that is consistent with the nutritional requirements of your sports. You say you are going to spoil me with pretty things and so I am going to spoil you with delicious, but appropriate meals." He was immediately rewarded with hugs kisses from Cath and Leigh. When they got home Jamie chased Cath and Leigh out of the kitchen. "Go and make love to each other upstairs so you won't be in my way," he scolded. Leigh took Cath's hand as they went upstairs. "This is working out better than I had dreamed of," she said. Cath was too busy kissing her to reply. Jamie had decided to have braised veal shanks with a rich tomato sauce over a bed of rice. The dish was quite easy to prepare and after about 30 minutes he was able to place the baking dish in the oven and soon after the rice was done. He opened two bottles of an Australian Cab Sav and went upstairs, where he paused outside Leigh and Cath's bedroom door. "Don't let me interrupt you two, but I am just going to change for dinner. Please don't hurry as it needs another hour and a half to cook. I have opened a couple of bottles of red and left them on the counter when you are ready," he called. In response there was a muffled sound and some giggling. Jamie sighed happily and went through the connecting door to his dressing room. He spent some time flipping through the dresses on the rack and finally settled on a slinky grapefruit pink midi dress with pretty puff sleeves. He chose a full slip and gave a squeak of delight as the slip and dress caressed his freshly waxed legs. Finally he stepped into a pair of black sandals with white polka dots, looked in the mirror and blew his image a kiss, before heading back through to the main flat. Cath and Leigh were just emerging from the bedroom and did a double take when they saw him. "Oh Jamie, how do you do it? You look absolutely gorgeous," cried Leigh. Cath was only capable of a low growl, but moving with a speed that surprised Jamie, she jumped across the landing, lifted him up and gave him a long, very moist kiss. They went downstairs into the kitchen, where Cath poured out the wine. "I'll get us some nibbles and join you in the sitting room," said Jamie. A few minutes later he appeared with a plate of olives, cheese and crackers. "Don't eat too much because I don't want you to spoil your appetites for dinner," warned Jamie. "No chance of that," said Cath firmly, "I'm hungry enough to eat a junior partner right now." "I'm sure that is illegal," said Jamie as he handed her the plate. "Your first job on Monday will be to find out if it is and to prepare a legal defense," countered Cath. "Oh alright, have another olive," sighed Jamie. "Jamie I do have one concern," said Leigh becoming serious. "What is that?" asked Jamie. "How will your sister and Mandy react to this new arrangement?" Jamie thought for a moment before replying. "I'm not sure," he said. "Why don't we invite them over for dinner tomorrow and tell them then?" Cath and Leigh agreed this was a good idea so Jamie called ad made the invitation. Fortunately Lena and Mandy were free and were pleased to accept. Jamie excused himself and went through to the kitchen to check on the dinner. It was ready and he called for Leigh and Cath to set the table in the dining room. When he came in carrying two very full plates he was delighted to see candles lighting the table and soft music playing. He quickly fetched his own dish and they began to eat. "Jamie, this is delicious," said Leigh enthusiastically. "Quite, quite divine," Cath agreed. The two women finished and went back for seconds while Jamie was still on his first course. "Save room for afters," he warned. "Always room for that," Cath assured him. Dessert consisted of ice cream with chocolate sauce and by the time they had finished even Leigh and Cath felt full. They insisted that Jamie put his feet up in the sitting room while they took care of the dishes and tidied up the kitchen. "But first we have to go upstairs for a moment," said Leigh mysteriously. Jamie took the rest of his wine into the sitting room and reclined on the sofa reading a law journal. He heard Cath and Leigh come back downstairs with a good deal of giggling, which continued from the kitchen as he could hear them cleaning up. He was immersed in the article when he heard a polite cough and looked up to a startling sight. Cath and Leigh were standing before him trying to suppress giggles. They were dressed as French Maids, with black satin uniforms that ended just above the knee and were flounced out by stiff petticoats. They also wore spotless white aprons and Cath was standing in shoes with 5 inch heels making her at least 6 feet 7. As he stared at them they dropped into passably elegant curtseys. "We have finished in the kitchen Miss," said Cath. "Do we have your permission to start in the bedroom?" And they both curtsied again and giggled. Jamie grinned and said, "What does that involve?" Leigh took a small diary from her apron pocket and appeared to consult it. "Turn down the covers, fluff up the pillows, undress you Miss, hang up your dress and put your underwear in the laundry basket, get you into your nightdress after which maid Cath and I need to respectfully fuck you," she read, after which they both curtsied again. Jamie looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Well you had better get on with it then." "Yes Miss, thank you Miss," said Leigh. She and Cath moved to the sofa each side of Jamie. They each put an arm just below his shoulders and another below his knees and gently lifted him off the sofa and carried him out of the sitting room and up the stairs. Despite her towering heels Cath managed this easily. Once in the bedroom they carefully lowered Jamie into a standing position and began to undress him. Jamie was amused and excited that his maids found it necessary to touch his body very thoroughly, often keeping their hands in places designed to excite him more. "Hold your arms up Miss and I will put you nightdress on you," said Cath once Jamie was naked. Cath and Leigh both removed their panties, which looked decidedly damp and then stepped back to admire Jamie, as he stood before them in his pretty nightdress. "You look lovely Miss Jamie," said Leigh. "Are you ready for your maids to fuck you now?" "Yes please," replied Jamie with a shiver of anticipation. Cath turned to Leigh and said, "Which one will get the top and which one the bottom?" "We'll toss for it," said Leigh. "Good idea, I'll get a coin." "No need," said Leigh. "We'll toss Jamie. He'll either land face up or down." "Hey," protested Jamie, "I'm not a dwarf or a salad; this girl's not for tossing." "Hush darling and keep your arms and legs straight; junior partners are frequently tossed," said Leigh as she scooped him up and stood at the side of the bed. She imparted a spin to her throw and Jamie flew through the air. "Top," called Cath as Jamie rotated through the air and came to rest on his back in the middle of the bed. "Oh good," said Cath clapping her hands. "I'll have the bits between his legs and you can have his face." They both leapt onto the bed either side of Jamie and all three were immediately involved in passionate foreplay. At one time he had a nipple from each woman in his mouth which he caressed gently with his tongue. His hands were also kept busy touching and stroking and the squeals of pleasure from Leigh and Cath served as a great encouragement. "Okay darling time for you to go under our skirts to visit the land of the petticoat, where the sweet pussies live," said Leigh in a husky tone. Cath moved down the bed and straddled Jamie, carefully spreading her skirt over his hips and legs. She felt underneath his nightdress and gently took hold of his very erect penis. "Most unladylike, but useful," she observed and lifting his nightdress up she slid his hardness inside her. Jamie suddenly felt the room darken as Leigh's skirt and petticoat covered his face and her pussy was lowered onto his lips. Jamie lapped away at the delicious treat before him; Leigh mewed with delight and Cath's movements increased from a slow walk to a canter. The ecstatic cries of the two women filled the room as in addition to Jamie's attentions they stroked and rubbed each other's breasts. Either by impeccable timing or pure luck they all climaxed together and fell into an untidy heap with Jamie on the bottom. They lay like that for a long time murmuring and sighing with the sheer pleasure of it all. Eventually Leigh reached down between Jamie's thighs and he immediately stiffened. "Jamie's ready," she called. "Let's change ends." This time Jamie lasted much longer and Cath and Leigh had multiple orgasms. Finally they all collapsed, Jamie felt drained and his face ached. Words somehow seemed inadequate so they were all silent. Jamie must have dozed off because he was suddenly aware of Cath gently shaking him and saying that they all needed a shower. Leigh and Cath had one of those large walk in showers which the three of them shared. They took turns washing each other and after they had dried off Jamie was put into a clean nightdress. "Where am I sleeping?" asked Jamie as they went back into the bedroom. "Guess sweetheart," said Leigh and she gently pushed Jamie onto the bed. Leigh and Cath got in either side of Jamie and snuggled up to him. Both were naked and Jamie marveled at their beautiful muscular bodies. "This feels so wonderful cuddling up to a pretty boy/girl in a sexy nightdress," sighed Cath. Good night kisses were exchanged and they were all quickly asleep. The Day After That Jamie awoke the next morning and found one of Cath's breasts poking in his eye and her left hand was covering his bottom. Leigh was spooned up behind him on the other side and her right hand was resting on his stomach. Both women were snoring softly and had looks of utter contentment on their faces. Jamie felt an urge to go to the bathroom and he began to disentangle himself from his beautiful captors. As though operating by the same brain, Leigh and Cath both grabbed him and pulled him closer. "I've got to wee," hissed Jamie as he tried to struggle free. "Oh alright," grumbled Cath and loosened her grip. "Come straight back," Leigh mumbled, still half asleep. "And don't forget to sit." "Yes Mum," Jamie sighed and squealed as Leigh swatted his bottom with her meaty hand. Jamie finished his business and tried to slide in next to Cath on the outside, but she immediately seized him and rolled him over into the middle. "Your place is in the middle, pretty girl," Cath scolded and then kissed him to show she was not serious. Jamie looked at her hopefully but she giggled and said; "Not now Missy, this morning we are all doing a training session and Leigh and I plan to introduce you to the idea of strength training." "I usually just go for a run," said Jamie. "You can, but you will have to wear a skirt and when you get back you will have a session in our downstairs gym." "I don't have a running skirt," said Jamie. "Yes you do; Leigh and I bought you some special clothes for exercising and we stored them downstairs. Be a darling and put the kettle on and I'll go and get your skirt and top." She reappeared a few minutes later and handed Jamie a short red skirt with tiny white polka dots, a white tank top and finally a navy blue sports bra. "I'll hardly need this," said Jamie pointing to the bra. "If you don't wear it everyone will know you are a boy in a skirt," said Cath. "I'll wear it," said Jamie. The skirt had a built in pantie and when Jamie checked in the mirror he was satisfied that his boy parts did not show. "Have you run wearing a skirt before?" asked Leigh. "This will be the first time," replied Jamie. "I'm sure you will love the feel, but you may not enjoy the male scrutiny," said Cath as Jamie went to get his shoes. Jamie felt a wonderful sense of freedom as he ran, coupled with the exciting sensation of the slight breeze lifting his skirt. Being Sunday morning there were not many people about, but Jamie sensed the male eyes that were turned quickly in his direction and he did get one wolf whistle which secretly pleased him. Remembering Cath's warning that she and Leigh were going to train him in the gym he decided on a modest run of about 40 minutes. When he got back to the flat he found a note on the kitchen table telling him to come down to the basement to join Leigh and Cath. When he got there he was surprised that it took up most of the basement. There was a large open area that had a circle almost 3 yards in diameter, that Jamie realised must represent a discus throwers circle and around the periphery were stacks of weights, chin up and dip bars, benches and some resistance machines. Cath was working with Leigh doing bench presses and as soon as they stopped Cath called him over. "Did you enjoy your run Jamie?" she asked. "It was wonderful," Jamie replied. "What's next?" "Change your skirt and we'll get started," said Cath. Why do I need to change my skirt?" asked Jamie in a puzzled tone. "Two reasons," said Cath. "I am going to teach you some ballet and you will love the feel of a dance skirt against your legs as you move. It will help take your mind off how tough it is. Secondly, you are going to do some weight training and Leigh and I want you to associate wearing a skirt with strength. Lots of men look on a skirt as a sign of a weak woman, but you won't see that here." She went across to a bench and came back with a skirt that she handed to Jamie. He stepped out of his running skirt, pulled on a pair of panties and into the new one. It was a deep blue in colour with ribbons of lighter blues that circled just above the hem. It was quite full and floaty and fell in broad pleats and when Jamie moved the skirt came alive and swirled around his legs. "Thank you, I love it," cried Jamie with enthusiasm. "I trained in ballet when I was young and at that time I wanted to be a dancer, but then I began to grow and grow and it made more sense to throw things," explained Cath. "The ballet has helped me tremendously, because a discus thrower generates her power from how she moves in the circle. You are going to find it very helpful in improving your grace and movement." Cath got Jamie started on some easy, flowing movements to warm him up and stretch some tight muscles in his legs. Cath then took him over to a bar on the wall and had him doing basic ballet drills involving smooth forward, backward, side and circular movements. It did not take long for his buttocks to start aching, at which point Cath started him on pli?'s and curtsies, insisting on slow precise movements. After 5 minutes he was begging for mercy. "Oh dear," said Cath shaking her head, "you have a lot of work ahead of you Jamie if you want to move like a girl." "All girls don't do this," Jamie protested weakly. Cath smirked and said, "But you are a special girl Jamie and we expect a lot from you; don't we Leigh?" 'We certainly do," agreed Leigh as she did a succession of 1 handed lifts with a 250 lb. weight. Cath took pity on Jamie and let him rest on a mat while she did some work in the circle. She was holding a soft rubber ball and practicing her spin and throw maneuvers. Jamie was amazed at the speed and precision of her movements. "Strength is important, but it's really more about speed and technique," Cath explained. "Your best throws are often the ones that feel the easiest." After about 20 minutes Cath took a break and started again on Jamie. She had him do chin ups on a bar and when he couldn't lift himself any more she assisted. Jamie thought that the worst was over, until Cath held him up into a hand stand and had him do push-ups, with a lot of help from her. Jamie lay on the floor whimpering softly. "Well that's a nice gentle workout Jamie. Since it's your first time I've gone easy on you, but the next one will be more challenging," said Cath as she flung him a towel and headed upstairs to shower. Jamie lay still not believing he could feel so drained. After a few minutes Leigh came over and pulled him to his feet. "Come on Jamie, I have an idea how you can help me with my squats," she said. "But Leigh I can barely stand," moaned Jamie. "You won't be standing," said Leigh with a smirk and she dragged him over to a weight bench and made him lie on his back. To Jamie's surprise she then took off her shorts and panties, but when she spread her legs over the top of him he knew what was coming next; also who was coming next. Every time Leigh came down into a squat her very wet pussy came into contact with Jamie's lips and tongue. She varied her routine, sometimes pausing in mid squat as Jamie lapped away and sometimes increasing the tempo, on off, on off, as Jamie struggled to keep up. As her climax built she stayed down, grinding herself into Jamie's mouth and shrieking. When she had recovered Leigh smiled at Jamie and said, "Like some help up the stairs Jamie?" "Just leave me here to die in peace," pleaded Jamie. "Come on sweetie," she said, hauling him to his feet and effortlessly hoisting him over her shoulder and carrying him in a fireman's lift up the stairs to the bedroom where she dropped him gently onto the bed. Just then Cath walked in from the bathroom and bent down to give Jamie a kiss, but suddenly recoiled. "I know that smell," she cried, "I turn my back for 5 minutes and you two are at it like rabbits." "I was helping Leigh with her squats," protested Jamie, although he knew it was a particularly weak argument. However Leigh came to his defense. "It's your fault Cath; you weakened him to the point he could not resist me and besides you had your chance." "I am too principled to take advantage of Jamie when he is vulnerable," said Cath haughtily. "That's a laugh," scoffed Jamie; "I don't stand a chance against either of you at the best of times." "We know darling and that is one of the reasons we love you," said Leigh. "A hot bath will make you feel better and then we will have a monster brunch," said Cath. "If you aren't up to making it we can prop you up in the kitchen and you can yell instructions to Leigh and me." "I'll do it," said Jamie, "You two would probably burn the flat down." "Jamie's become quite catty since she moved in," observed Cath. "Meow," replied Jamie with a grin. Jamie did feel more human after a long soak in the bath and dressing casually in a white T-shirt and a denim skirt he headed down to the kitchen and began preparing brunch. After cooking for Lana and Mandy he was finding that he had to make at least double the quantities. This time he did Eggs Benedict with heapings of spinach, tomato, mushroom and fried potato cubes on the side. To follow there was a fruit salad that could have filled a small bucket and yogurt. Not surprisingly Jamie finished first and feeling rather cheeky he went and sat on first Leigh's lap and then Cath's and kissed them each in between bites. "Jamie you are outrageous," said Cath as she pushed her empty dish away and pulled Jamie into her embrace. "I know," Jamie sighed, "It must be the company I'm keeping." "Now would be a good time to talk about dinner," said Leigh, as she too took her last mouthful. "What are you planning for our guests this evening Jamie?" "How does a traditional roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and all the veg sound?" inquired Jamie. "Very well indeed," answered Leigh. "But what about afters?" Jamie rolled his eyes and said, "Would English trifle meet your wishes?" "Cath pass him over here when you are finished with him and I'll show him what I think." Cath scooped Jamie up and deposited him in Leigh's lap where she proceeded to nibble his ear in between kisses. The menu necessitated another trip to the shops and when he arrived back home Jamie shooed Leigh and Cath out of the kitchen and set to work. A couple of hours later delicious smells started to waft through the flat and Leigh and Cath came to investigate. "Everything's done," announced Jamie. "The meat has another hour to go and the veg's are all ready and yes before you ask the trifle is in the fridge. Could one of you please open the wine while I go and make myself pretty for you and our guests?" Back in his dressing room Jamie carefully went through the rack of dresses, taking several off their hangers and holding them up against his body. He finally settled on a 1950's swing dress in pale blue with a pink rose pattern. The dress was short sleeved, with a V-neck and narrow waist and flowed out into a full skirt that reached just below the knees. He spent a long time on his makeup, wanting everything to be perfect and finally when he was satisfied he put on a full white slip, followed by a fluffy petticoat which he secured around his waist. Next came the dress and after zipping it up in the back he stepped into a pair of pink heels, took one last look in the mirror, smiled and went back to Cath and Leigh. When he joined them in the sitting room Leigh and Cath's jaws dropped. Jamie gave a demure smile and a little twirl, causing the dress and petticoat to flare out, which only succeeded in adding to their lustful thoughts. "Now ladies we haven't got time for any of that before our guests arrive," said Jamie in a mocking tone, accurately reading their thoughts "And I know that you both want to make a good impression." "Damn you Jamie," groaned Cath, "I'm going to have to change my panties, you little tease." "Clean underwear is a must for all proper ladies," said Jamie smugly. He jumped back with a squeal when Cath made a pretend lunge at him on her way upstairs. A few minutes after Cath's return a ring from the front door announced the arrival of their guests. Jamie immediately skipped through to the kitchen. "You entertain them in the sitting room and I'll make my entrance as soon as I have finalised the dinner," he said. Cath and Leigh both went to the door to welcome Lana and Mandy. "We are so glad you could come at such short notice," said Leigh. "Come through to the sitting room and have some wine. Jamie is just putting the finishing touches to the dinner and then he will join us." Cath poured the wine and the 4 women sat around chatting for a few minutes until Jamie swished into the room. Lana had just taken a sip of wine which was unfortunate because with a purely reflex action she spat it out. Mandy whose mouth was empty inhaled sharply. Jamie grabbed a box of tissues and handed a couple to his sister. "Well that wasn't quite the reaction I was hoping for," he said as Lana tried to bring her coughing under control. "Jamie, why are you dressed like this and what is with your hair; is that a wig?" asked Mandy. "Well my dear sister in law I have had a change of fortune just as you predicted." When Mandy gave him a blank look Jamie continued. "Remember when I came home distraught that I had made complete balls up of my interview? You told me that my luck would change and I said rather sarcastically that I was sure to meet a rich lesbian who would fall in love with me, offer me a position in her law firm and insist that I wear skirts to work. Well I didn't meet such a lesbian, I met two, Cath and Leigh, and they have offered me not just a position in their law firm, but a junior partnership. All I need to do is to return their love, easy, and wear skirts to work. For fucks sake I would pay them to let me wear skirts in the office." He paused for a moment almost out of breath. Cath looked at Leigh and said, "I wish we had known that he was prepared to pay us to put him in skirts, we could have struck a much better deal." The ensuing laughter broke some of the tension in the room. "I'm sure that you have lots of questions, but we need to eat, so let's go through to the dining room and get started," said Jamie leading the way. The beef was cooked to perfection and there was a chorus of appreciative comments as they began to eat. Jamie looked across at his sister who seemed rather subdued. "Tell us what's on your mind Lana," he said. Lana took a deep breath and began. "I'm finding it difficult to process as there is no way I could have seen this coming. I'm used to seeing you in dresses Jamie, but not to the extent of you wearing them full time at work; it all seems very permanent. Naturally I'm totally fine with Cath and Leigh being in a romantic relationship, but you being part of a love triangle is certainly unusual and it worries me." "What specifically worries you?" asked Jamie. "I don't want to see you get hurt." "Do you think I will be?" "I hope not, but I just don't know. As I said this seems so unusual." Leigh spoke up. "Part of the reason for inviting you this evening was so that we could give you and Mandy some background, answer questions and I hope reassure you. The first thing I want to say is that Jamie is very dear to both Cath and I and the last thing we want to do is to hurt him. I fully agree that the situation is highly unusual and neither Cath nor I anticipated it happening when we first met Jamie, but as you know, you have no control over who you fall in love with, it just happens." She then went on to describe the events leading up to Jamie becoming their lover. "I realise that Cath and I look a pretty intimidating pair and we do have unconventional hobbies, but we would never use any force against Jamie' we love and respect him too much." "Thank you for your honesty," said Lana. "Jamie, how comfortable do you feel in this situation? Is it really what you want? "It's definitely what I want," he replied firmly. "Lana, you of all people know how much I love wearing skirts and dresses. I just never thought I would be able to wear them all the time and now it appears I can. As far as being in a romantic relationship with Cath and Leigh, I am truly amazed that it has happened, but I really love them both and I know that if I do not give this a chance I will regret it all my life. Cath, Leigh and I have agreed on a trial period of me being a junior partner, which we will review after 1 year or sooner if necessary. As to your point about them both being bigger and a lot stronger than me, surely that is a situation most women face when they are partners with a man? I love the fact that they are so strong and I trust them completely." He then went on to describe the little test he had made for Leigh and Cath and how they had refused the opportunity to force him into a dress. When he finished speaking all eyes turned on Lana. She did not say anything for a few moments, but then got up abruptly and went round the table and hugged first Leigh and then Cath. "I trust you both to take care of my brother," she said as she sat down. "I think we all need more wine," said Jamie and passed the bottle around the table. When it was empty he opened another, which suffered the same fate. The rest of the evening passed very pleasantly and when it was time for Lana and Mandy to leave the four women were feeling very comfortable with each other. "Bed for you Miss Evans," said Leigh when the guests had gone, "You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow and you need your beauty sleep." "Yes my learned colleague," said Jamie with a grin and bobbed a neat little curtsey. Jamie's First Day as a Junior Partner When Cath awoke the next morning the space beside her was empty, while further over Leigh was still slumbering. She could hear sounds coming up from the kitchen and putting on her dressing gown went to investigate. She found Jamie still in his nightdress with a frying pan full of delicious smelling food. On hearing Cath enter he spun around and launched himself at her, ending up feet off the ground with his arms around her neck. "And a very good morning to you as well Jamie," said Cath as she lowered him down; "What's cooking?" "It's my special chicken waffle sandwich, which is loaded with good protein and very little fat. It will be on the plate in about 3 minutes, so can you please call Leigh." "No need," said a voice and Leigh walked into the kitchen, seized Jamie in her arms and gave him a noisy kiss. "What about me?" asked Cath plaintively. "Of course you too," said Leigh as she bestowed the same favour on Cath. "It's a big day for you Jamie," said Cath as they were eating breakfast. "And to make it special Leigh and I have laid out your clothes and we are going to help you get dressed, not that you need it of course, but I know that we do." They finished breakfast and Leigh and Cath quickly cleared up and put the dishes in the dishwasher before steering Jamie upstairs. "Do your makeup sweetie and then we'll get you dressed," said Leigh as she and Cath got themselves ready for the office. When Jamie was ready he put on a pair of lacy panties and a matching bra, which was padded to give some illusion of cleavage. Next Cath held up a white satin open bottom girdle. "I bet this is the first time you have worn a girdle to work Jamie, but it certainly won't be the last." The girdle had a strong side zip which was covered by a panel that fastened with hook and eye closure, so it was very secure. Cath wrapped it around him, fastened it and rubbed her hand over his smooth bottom. "That should keep your pretty clitoris under control young lady," she said and gave his bottom a playful slap. Leigh then asked Jamie to sit on the side of the bed and rolled a pair of dark stockings up his legs and attached them to the suspender straps on the front and back of the girdle, before asking Jamie to walk up and down the room. "Don't you just love the way those stockings pull each time you take a step? Jamie honey you are going to love being our girl at the office," said Leigh with a huge smile on her face. "We realise that this arrangement will be a little inconvenient when you need the toilet Jamie, but you can just unzip the girdle when you need to wee," said Cath. "And it will encourage you to always sit when you relieve yourself," she added with a grin. "That's right," added Leigh, "we don't want to see any raised toilet seats." Jamie batted his eye lashes and said, "I promise to be a good girl." Cath handed Jamie a silky white slip and nodded with approval when he twirled around in front of her causing it to flare out slightly. He then put on a white silk blouse and carefully did up the buttons. "Here's your skirt sweetie," said Leigh handing him a charcoal grey pencil skirt that zipped up the back. Jamie stepped into it relishing the feeling of the satin lining against his legs. He fastened the zip and carefully placed his feet into the 3 inch heels that Cath had put in front of him. Jamie began to walk up and down the bedroom. The skirt reached to his knees and was tight enough to shorten his stride and cause his bottom to sway seductively, much to Leigh and Cath's delight. "Is there any way we can close the office for the day," asked Cath as she gazed hungrily at Jamie as he continued to parade. "I'm afraid not," groaned Leigh, "we'll just have to wait till this evening." After due consideration Jamie decided to carry his heels and wore a pair of flats for the walk to the office. Even so the 3 turned quite a few heads during the short journey. Jamie failed to notice because he was feeling somewhat apprehensive about how his changed appearance would be received. As soon as they reached their building Jamie changed back into his heels and Cath ushered him into the office where he stopped in surprise. The waiting room was full of all the staff and as soon as they saw Jamie they burst into applause. "Welcome Miss, it's great to have you working here with us," they all chorused. Jamie felt a tear slide down his cheek, but at the same time a weight seemed to have been lifted from his shoulders. Everyone dispersed to their work stations and Tina put a friendly hand on Jamie's arm and steered him into her office. "We have a client that Ms. Little would like us both to see first. Her name is Brandi Corson and she is seeing us about what appears to be quite severe workplace harassment. Ms. Corson worked as a data analyst for a small marketing firm called Dredgewood Marketing and had done so for the last 5 years. The firm had about 20 employees and all the senior and well paying positions were occupied by men, with women in a distinctly secondary role. However for most of that time she was Stuart Corson and it was when she announced that she was transgender that her problems began. At present she is on stress leave, but the firm has said that she must either return to work or resign. A friend of hers recommended us and today will be her first appointment. Ms. Little thought that your presence might make her feel more comfortable. She's here now, so you take a seat Jamie and I'll bring her in." Tina returned with a nervous looking young woman who was clenching her fists as she entered. She appeared to be in her late twenties and was quite tall and slender. She was wearing a light grey pleated skirt, a short sleeve navy blouse and plain black, low heeled shoes. Her makeup had been skillfully applied and on a casual glance she looked like an average young woman. On closer inspection there were definite signs of masculinity in Brandi's face, which was more angular with sharper features than normally associated with a young woman. Tina made the introductions and Brandi gave a start of surprise when Jamie spoke, because he made less effort than usual to feminize his voice. "Please tell us your story Ms. Corson," said Jamie as he and Tina prepared to take notes. As they expected it was a sad tale and it clearly pained Brandi to re live it. Although she had not had any special friends at work when she presented as Stuart, she was accepted and was often included in the group lunches which took place at a nearby pub on Fridays. All this changed abruptly when she announced that she was transgender and planned to present as a woman the next week. Her boss, Mark Dredgewood, who had inherited the firm from his father, received this news in silence and Brandi waited a few moments and when it was clear that she was not getting a reaction she went back to work. That lunch time Brandi had not been invited to the weekly lunch and when the men got back to the office there was a distinct hostility in their attitude. Things became much worse the next week when Brandi appeared at work in a skirt and blouse. There were sneering comments about her sexuality, morality and appearance. Mostly it was Dredgewood's immediate cronies, but also his secretary and a couple of her catty friends. A couple of the men and women were supportive, but not enough to ease the poisonous atmosphere that surrounded Brandi. Not surprisingly her work began to suffer and after a few weeks she was forced to go on medical stress leave. When she was given the ultimatum to return to work or be fired Brandi had contacted Little and Strong. As he listened to her story Jamie felt a rage burning inside him. They took a short break to allow Brandi and also Jamie to recover, before Jamie began to ask some questions. "Brandi do you have a sense of where the hatred against you comes from? Do you think it is a spontaneous reaction by a number of bigots or is someone behind it, driving it?" Brandi did not hesitate. "I am positive that it stems directly from Mark Dredgewood. I believe that he has orchestrated the whole thing." Jamie smiled and said, "Okay, we will have to prove it." He looked straight at Brandi and said, "Brandi if this goes to trial you will have to testify. You will be grilled by their lawyer and it won't be gentle. Are you prepared to go through with that?" Brandi did not hesitate. "Yes absolutely," she said. Shortly after they concluded the interview and Brandi left the office. Jamie spent a few minutes thinking about the case and what he would need to report to Cath, but he still simmered with an underlying anger at how Brandi had been treated. "You'll get used to it," said Tina, "sadly that is the sort of story that most of our clients tell us." Jamie shook his head and said, "Tina, I hope that I never get used to injustice and hate, at least not to the extent of failing to being outraged by it." Jamie spent the rest of the day with Tina as both Cath and Leigh were out of the office for much of the day. At first Jamie was very conscious of wearing a skirt at work. It rubbed against his legs every time he moved and forced him to take shorter steps, but he found the whole experience thrilling. "Time to go home Jamie," said Leigh as she looked in on him later in the day. "Cath has left to do some training with her coach, but she will be home for dinner." "How was your first day in skirts Jamie?" asked Leigh as they walked home together. "Off the charts amazing," said Jamie, "and I believe I kept my promise to be a good girl." Leigh snorted and said, "Well you'd better not be a good girl at home. I want a very naughty girl as soon as we get through the front door." As soon as the door closed Leigh pounced and pinned Jamie up against the wall in the hall. "You are so sexy missy in that tight skirt," she panted. She suddenly hoisted Jamie up over her shoulder and began to carry him upstairs. Jamie squealed and kicked his legs girlishly and Leigh made a pretense of smacking his bottom. As soon as they were in the bedroom Leigh tossed Jamie onto the bed and quickly pulled off her trousers and panties before jumping onto the bed and sitting astride his face. The next few minutes were pure bliss and after two orgasms Leigh wriggled down the bed and thrust Jamie's very erect cock inside her. She forced his hands over his head as she ground away. Jamie was so overwhelmed by the strength of his orgasm that he threw his head back and howled like a timber wolf. After they had recovered Leigh changed into her gym clothes ready for some serious strength training. She was surprised to see Jamie dressing again in his work clothes. "It's for Cath," he said with a smile. Jamie was busy preparing dinner when Cath arrived home looking tired from her training. She appeared behind Jamie and pulled him into her and began gently humping his tight buttocks. "You look tired my darling," he said, smiling up at her. "Would my learned colleague like me to lick her pussy?" "Thinking of that is all that got me through my session this evening," sighed Cath as she scooped Jamie up and headed upstairs. 30 tumultuous minutes later they lay in each other's arms. "I can't believe this is real, I feel madly in love with both of you," said Jamie as he reached up and gently kissed Cath on the lips. "We feel the same way sweetie," said Cath returning the kiss. Eventually Jamie struggled up and began to take his clothes off. "What are you doing that for?" asked Cath. "I'm going to change into a petticoat and dress," replied Jamie. "I only kept the skirt on because I knew how much it excited you." Cath smiled and said, "I'm sure the dress will have the same effect," as she made a sudden grab for him. Jamie gave a delighted squeal and skipped away. "I'm out of here or we are never going to eat dinner." Later as the 3 of the lingered over their late dinner Jamie told them about his meeting with Brandi. "Every time I think of it I find myself burning with anger," he said. Leigh and Cath looked at each other and smiled. "Just further confirmation that we made the right choice," said Leigh. "I want you and Tina to do as much research as possible on this Jamie," said Cath seriously. A Small Celebration The rest of the week passed normally and by Friday Jamie had almost forgotten that he was wearing a skirt at work, it now seemed so natural. Each night he did the cooking, but Cath and Leigh kept their word about sharing the household tasks. Each night he joined Leigh and Cath in the gym where Cath had him follow a ballet workout. They were eating breakfast together on the Saturday when Leigh had an idea. "Let's celebrate Jamie's first week as a junior partner by taking her out tonight" "Good idea," said Cath. "Where should we go?" "I was thinking of a casual dinner at Elsie's followed by a night at the Double X," said Leigh. "Great choice let's do it," cried Cath. "What's Elsie's?" asked Jamie. "A lesbian bar that also does food," replied Cath. "What's the Double X?" asked Jamie again. "A lesbian nightclub," said Leigh. "Sounds like fun," said Jamie. "Oh you will love it; you can go as our femme; you will fit right in," said Cath. Cath looked at Leigh with a smirk on her face. "We will need to get our hair done Leigh," she said. Leigh nodded seriously and said, "You are right Cath, we'll do that right after breakfast." "How can you get an appointment at such short notice?" asked Jamie innocently. Cath and Leigh giggled. "Oh we have a wonderful stylist who will fit us in any time we want." "Okay I think I'll catch up on some reading while you are at the hairdressers," said Jamie. Again Cath and Leigh giggled. "Oh no sweetie you are part of this too," said Leigh. "But I had my hair done last week," said Jamie in a puzzled tone. "You'll see darling," said Cath soothingly, I've put some pretty things out for you, so go and get dressed and then come back down." By now thoroughly mystified Jamie went upstairs and found the clothes Cath had set out for him. There was a polka dot mini skirt with a bouncy petticoat to go underneath, together with a tight fitting white top. A garter belt and seamed stockings and 4 inch heels. Jamie eyed them apprehensively and hoped that he would not have to do much walking. Once dressed he joined Cath and Leigh in the kitchen. He could tell that they had been giggling again, because as soon as he entered they pretended to be busy with something else. "Jamie darling be an absolute dear and tidy the kitchen while Cath and I get ready upstairs," said Leigh as she gave him a loving kiss. Jamie shook his head, but went ahead and tidied up the kitchen. He had just finished when he heard Cath call. "Jamie darling could you pop upstairs for a moment please?" Jamie entered the bedroom and stopped in surprise. Leigh and Cath were lying on their backs over the side of the bed so that their feet touched the ground. They appeared to be lying on a shower curtain and there was a basin and towels near them on the floor. Jamie immediately noticed that they were both wearing skirts, which was not unusual for Cath, but Leigh seldom wore them. "What on earth are you doing?" asked Jamie in bewilderment. Cath put down the magazine she was reading and looked at him. "We are going to have our hair done of course," she said and at that instant she and Leigh both raised their skirts to their waists, revealing their complete nakedness underneath. Jamie stared at their furry pussies for a moment and then he had to hold onto the door as his whole body shook with laughter. "I'd like a shampoo and a trim, please Jamie and a nice massage to finish," said Cath and she went back to her magazine. "I'll have the shampoo as well," said Leigh. "And when you have finished styling my hair I'd like you to apply some gel as I'm thinking of a spiky look. Oh and I'll also have the massage please. There's a short white coat in the wardrobe to protect your clothes and you will find a basket with scissors clippers, razor, shampoo and gel there as well." "You wicked, wicked pair," said Jamie, trying to sound stern, but failing. Feeling very excited Jamie began to assemble all the equipment he would need. He had a sudden idea and went quickly downstairs and returned with a large watering can which he filled with warm water. He also fetched a bright yellow rain poncho from a cupboard and carefully placed it under Cath's bottom so that one edge trailed over the side of the bed. Immediately below it he placed a large aluminium roasting dish, which he had brought from the kitchen. He slipped his white coat on and stood in front of Cath, who was still reading her magazine. "I am going to start your shampoo now madam," he said and began to pour the water from the can all over Cath's pubic regions from where it drained down into the oven pan. She gave a little squeal of surprise or delight, but went on pretending to read her magazine. Jamie took a bar of scented soap and with his hands worked up a fine lather which he spread over Cath's pussy. Taking a very soft brush he began to work the soap into every part of her anatomy he could reach and was able to produce an even thicker lather. While he worked he kept up a bright babble of conversation. "I'm guessing you ladies must be doing something special this evening," he said. "Yes," answered Cath, finding it difficult to speak, but entering into the spirit of the occasion. "We are taking our femme out clubbing, where she will meet lots of nice lesbians." "Lucky girl," said Jamie with a grin. "Ready for your rinse?" Cath mewed in response and Jamie carefully poured more water over the area and worked it in with his hands. When all the soap was gone he knelt down and gave Cath a gentle kiss in a very sensitive area and she shuddered with delight. He then spread a fluffy towel over Cath's pussy and very gently patted it to absorb most of the water. "I'm going to put you under the dryer now madam and start on Miss Leigh," he said and with some fiddling and a good deal of gaffers tape he attached a hair dryer to a chair, aimed at Cath's glory and switched on. While Cath was enjoying the feeling of warm air flowing over her pussy Jamie began the same procedure on Leigh. When she was under the dryer he went back to Cath. "I was thinking that a sleek look would suit you very well madam," he said. Cath sighed and said, "I'm in your hands Jamie dear." There was a long mirror on casters in the bedroom and Jamie tilted it so that Cath could watch while he worked. "I'm going to trim everything first," Jamie explained. "And then I'll shave some of the side vegetation and leave a pretty triangle of what will become a lovely soft thick lawn. I'll then give it a good brush, add some hair spray and you will be all ready for your massage." Cath squirmed with anticipatory lust and began to feel quite damp. Jamie worked with quick nimble fingers and soon he was adding the spray. He then left Cath to do Leigh's styling. This was easier; a tidying up trim, a shortening, followed by a thorough brush to get the right shape. He then applied some gel and began to comb the hair into the spiky style that Leigh wanted. "I'll just let that set Miss Leigh and do Miss Cath's massage," he said as he put down the comb. Jamie knelt down in front of Cath who was wriggling in anticipation and began to blow gently onto her opening, causing her to whimper. He then gave a series of soft kisses to her labial lips before pushing his tongue teasingly into her vagina and just touching her clitoris. Slowly Jamie began to increase the pace of his sallies and it wasn't long before Cath's whimpers became gasps of delighted pleasure which culminated in a piercing screech as she climaxed. Jamie now turned his attentions to Leigh. "Yes that's turned out nicely," he said as he ran his face over her newly gelled bush. For the next 10 minutes he subjected Leigh to the same tonguing that had devastated Cath and predictably the result was the same. Jamie smiled down on his two lovers as they lay sprawled on the bed like a pair of crabs left behind by the tide. "I hope you two ladies have a wonderful evening," he said as he began to clear up all the equipment. "You wicked little bitch, I'm absolutely shattered. I have a training session in a couple of hours and I don't think I could get the discus out of the circle," moaned Cath. "Well at least you will have a pretty hair style for training," giggled Jamie. "Little bitch," repeated Cath. "Leigh could you fuck her for me, I haven't the energy." "Will do," said Leigh and before Jamie had time to react Leigh had shot her legs out and wrapped them around Jaime's waist, pulled him towards her and with a convulsive heave turned him onto his back. His skirt was up, his panties down and Leigh was astride him jamming his erection inside her before he knew what was happening. She was a very powerful woman and Jamie felt the full force of her actions and squealed with delight as he was rushed to orgasm. "That should keep the little tart quiet for a while," observed Cath. "I'm not sure if I came 3 times or 4; what about you Leigh?" "Three, including one with Miss Scissorhands here," said Leigh. "I'm worried that I won't be able to go to our usual hairdressers without wetting my pants." "See what you've done," said Cath giving Jamie's bottom a playful slap. When they had all recovered it was agreed that Jamie would go to watch Cath train, something that genuinely interested him, while Leigh went shopping to buy Jamie's outfit for the evening. "What are you getting me?" asked Jamie curiously. "I haven't decided yet and anyway you will be the last to know," replied Leigh "And another thing," added Cath, "You aren't wearing that 'fuck me skirt," to my training session, I simply would not be able to concentrate. Choose a nice modest sun dress or you're not coming." Jamie pouted before going off to change. He came back wearing a below knee blue linen sundress and carrying a wide brimmed straw hat. He looked very demure. "Petticoat?" asked Cath. Jamie raised the hem of his dress to reveal a flash of white satin and lace and Cath nodded approvingly. "Much more suitable for a young lady amongst a nest of hungry female field athletes," she said. Cath drove to a small athletic stadium about 30 minutes away and while she went in to change Jamie selected a seat near the throwing circle that he knew Cath would be using. He spent a very pleasant afternoon in the sun reading a book, watching Cath and nibbling on one of the sandwiches he had made for them both. Cath joined him from time to time for a snack and a drink of water, but most of the time she was with her coach repeatedly going over her moves in the circle. When she was finished she and Jamie found a place on the grass to have a late lunch. Jamie arranged the skirt of his dress around himself, looked adoringly at Cath and felt supremely happy. "Oh Cath," he said, "I never want to wear pants again, it feels so wonderful like this." Cath leaned over and gave him a kiss. "If Leigh and I have our way you never will," she said. She was silent for a moment and then said, "I hope it wasn't too boring for you Jamie." "Actually I found it fascinating when you were in the circle; it seemed like a dance," said Jamie. "In a way it is," replied Cath. "Most people think that the discus is all about power, but really it is more about rhythm and grace." "Cath this may sound totally bonkers," began Jamie. "Go on," she said. "Well you, unlike Leigh, seem to enjoy wearing skirts don't you?" "Yes I always have," replied Cath. "Have you ever tried doing your circle routines wearing a skirt? I can imagine how wonderful it would feel twirling across the circle with a dance skirt billowing around your legs'. Cath stared at Jamie in astonishment. "Jamie that is an absolutely wonderful idea. I am definitely going to try it at our gym downstairs. It would certainly enhance the idea of a dance. You really are the most unusual and surprising person I think I have ever met," and this time she combined the kiss with an embrace that was powerful and tender. Jamie and Leigh arrived home just after 4.30 and found Leigh in the sitting room looking very pleased with herself. "Did you have any luck?" asked Cath. "Oh yes," said Leigh and almost seemed to purr with satisfaction. "Our little femme is going to turn a lot of heads tonight." "As long as that's all she turns," said Cath as she wagged her finger at Jamie. After they all had a strong cup of tea Leigh announced that it was time to get ready for the evening. "Have a shower first Jamie and Cath and I will get dressed and then we will have lots of time to take care of you." When Jamie emerged from the shower Cath and Leigh were already dressed. Leigh had on a pair of black leather trousers and a Black Sabbath T- shirt. Her black leather jacket was on the bed. Cath was wearing a black leather waist coat over a plain black T-shirt, but Jamie's eyes were drawn immediately to the bright yellow leather skirt that swept down to below her knees. "Oh my God," cried Jamie, "you two look absolutely sensational. I can't believe I am going out with you." "Wait till we have finished with you Jamie dear, you ain't seen nothing yet," said Cath with a grin. Cath took a seat on the side of the bed and called Jamie over and bade him sit on the floor and lean back on her legs. "Close your eyes Jamie and do not on any account peep. I am going to style your hair and no, not like you did for us earlier." As Jamie sat there Cath plaited his hair into two long pig tails and fastened them with pink ribbons done up in pretty bows. Before he got up Cath put a blindfold over his eyes and helped him stand. She helped him into a pair of lacy panties and Leigh fastened a matching bra around his chest. A full length slip was placed over his head and slid down his body. Next Jamie could feel his arms being placed in some sort of blouse, which was then buttoned up the back. He heard a rustling sound and while one of the women steadied him, he was asked to raise one foot and then the other. Something deliciously silky and rustling was pulled up to his waist and fastened there with a tight bow. "Ooh a petticoat," said Jamie and he immediately began to get an erection. "Don't you dare young lady," admonished Leigh and gave his member a sharp tap, causing it to soften. "I think we need to put her in control panties underneath her pretty ones." This was quickly done and Jamie's front assumed a much more convincing profile. Again Jamie was held and asked to lift his feet one at a time. He guessed that Cath and Leigh were fitting him into a skirt, but the way they held it made it difficult to tell. He felt it being fastened at the back and zipped and then it was released and fell against his legs causing the most delightful sensation. Finally short socks were put on his feet, which were then fitted with shoes with a low heel. Both women guided him over to the mirror and removed the blindfold. Jamie gasped as he looked at himself. He was wearing a pink poodle skirt that flared out from the petticoat underneath. The skirt did not have the common motif of a pet poodle, but instead the images of women wearing pretty dresses. He now saw that the blouse was white with short puff sleeves and the outline of his slip clearly showed underneath. On his feet were short white socks with frilly tops and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes. "Oh Jamie you are a lovely girl," gushed Leigh. "We decided to make you a girl tonight because you have jumped straight into being a woman without ever having gone through the delightful experience of being a girl," explained Cath. "And now you are our sweet girlie girl," she added. Leigh and Cath added black leather jackets to their ensemble and Jamie was handed a white fluffy cardigan in case it got cool. They ordered a cab to take them to Elsie's and when they got there it was already busy. Luckily a couple was just leaving so they managed to get a table. Jamie had never been in a lesbian bar before and he looked around with wide eyes at the women in all different styles of dress from the outrageous to the conventional. "Wait till you get to the Double X, Elsie's will seem quite tame in comparison," said Leigh, who seemed to have read Jamie's thoughts. "Cath and Leigh, great to see you and who is this cute little one accompanying you tonight?" Jamie looked up and saw a young woman, with short blonde hair and multiple piercings, looking down at them. "Hi Shea," said Cath, "this is Jamie; Leigh and I are taking her as our femme to Double X. She is new to our ways so we thought we should toss her in the deep end." "Well that's the place to do it," said Shea. "Now what can I get you girls?" "Cath and I will have a beer and Jamie will have a Shirley Temple," said Leigh with a smirk. "Hey don't I get a proper drink," protested Jamie. "Look what happened last time we took you out," said Leigh, "You drank yourself into a state of oblivion and that's not a good thing for a young girl." "I never signed up to be a teenage girl," said Jamie sulkily. "No that's true," said Cath, "but now that you are one, Leigh and I might just keep you in pig tails and petticoats, perhaps even adopt you as our teenage daughter." "If you do that, you won't be able to have sex with me," Jamie said smugly. "She has a strong legal point," said Leigh, "I don't want to give up the sex." "Okay, no adoption," said Cath, "but the petticoats stay." "Agreed," said Jamie. "Now can I have a proper drink?" "You can share my beer if you finish your Shirley Temple," said Leigh. Shea brought the drinks and gave a big smile to Jamie as she set the Shirley Temple in front of him. "I hope you enjoy it sweetie," she said and departed with their orders for dinner. Elsie's wasn't noted for fine dining but the food was good and the portions generous and all three found that they were hungry, so conversation was at a minimum. They sat and talked after the meal and at 10 o'clock they settled the bill and headed over to The Double X, which was only a few streets away. As they got closer Leigh and Cath each took one of Jamie's hands, making him look just like a young girl between two adults. "Why are you doing this?" asked Jamie. "Just reminding you that you have two Mummy's this evening and you need to stay with at least one of us," said Leigh. "Why?" "This place is like a shark tank, full of aggressive, butch women on the prowl for a pretty femme like you," said Cath. Jamie looked worried. "Is this a good idea?" he asked. "Oh yes, you'll be fine, just don't wander off by yourself and most important if you need to use the toilet one of us needs to go with you," said Leigh. "Really Jamie, we think you will have a wonderful time or we would not have brought you," said Cath reassuringly. When they reached the club there were a few women milling around outside, but Leigh led them straight inside. The club was quite large, about the size of a full tennis court, but that is where the resemblance ended. Even though it was early the place was crowded and Jamie felt a jolt of anxiety run through him. Here he was, a boy in a room full of amorous and probably aggressive women; what if they discovered his secret. Cath sensed his discomfort. "Don't worry Jamie, they are far too wrapped up in themselves to wonder if you are a real girl and besides there are all types welcome here; you'll be fine." The place was beginning to hum and there were lots of couples out on the dance floor which was in the center of the club and surrounded by tables and chairs, all of which seemed occupied. Undeterred Leigh led them through the crowd to a table with 3 chairs and a sign on it saying reserved. "How did you manage that," said Jamie, clearly impressed. "We were able to give the owner some legal help a year or so ago and she shows her gratitude by always having a table for us when we want," explained Leigh. While Cath went to the bar to get drinks Jamie had a look around the club. He had never seen anything like it before. The dance floor was a seething mass of femininity and the vibrations from the crowd filled the whole club. He had been a little anxious that he would stand out in his unusual costume, but he now saw that exotic costumes were almost the norm. There seemed to be a division into 3 types. The more conventionally dressed like Leigh and Cath, the butch type with tattoos, leather and spikes and the femmes like him. There were women dressed as French Maids, schoolgirls, ballerinas, little girl figures in pretty party dresses and other very feminine themes. Just as Cath got back with the drinks a couple who had been on the dance floor returned to the table next to theirs. One, who was clearly the Domme, ordered her partner, who was dressed as a sexy maid to turn around and handcuffed her hands behind her. The Domme then stumped off to the bar for drinks and when she returned one had a long straw in the glass. Cath saw Jamie staring at this scene. "Bondage is quite common around here, you will see a number of the femmes wearing a collar and one over there has her hands bound in front of her and her partner is holding the other end of the rope while they dance," she said. Jamie looked a little alarmed. "Do you plan to do that with me?" he asked nervously. "Would you want us to?" asked Leigh. "I don't think so," replied Jamie. "Good," said Leigh, "because Cath and I do not see you that way. We have no desire to dominate you; we think you are perfect as you are." Jamie blushed with pleasure and took a drink. He was already feeling a little buzzed and when he mentioned this Cath and Leigh both laughed. "Your Shirley Temple wasn't as innocent as you thought. We had Shea put a good slug of vodka in to loosen you up," said Cath. The DJ began to play some classic rock numbers and Leigh pulled Jamie onto his feet and out into the maelstrom on the dance floor. It was the first time that Jamie had danced in public in a skirt and he loved it. His petticoat was full and rustly, but it was also quite soft and so it moved freely under his skirt. He began to lift and flip his skirt as he danced which caused Leigh's eyes to widen in appreciation. At one point she grabbed him under the arm pits and twirled him around causing his skirt to fly up and give those nearby a good luck at his foaming petticoat. Eventually Leigh led him back to their table and after a few slurps of his drink it was Cath's turn to lead him out onto the dance floor. By chance the first number was a slow soulful one and Cath immediately took hold of Jamie, pulling him in close and ensuring that he was in the female position they began to dance slowly together. They made an arresting sight, Cath's towering height in her heeled boots and the vivid yellow of her skirt contrasting with the vibrant pink of Jamie's. Cath, with her ballet training and her tremendous athleticism was a superb dancer and Jamie found it quite easy to follow her lead. They looked like two gorgeous flowers in full blossom. The next number by contrast was throbbing rock and Jamie felt himself swept up in the intensity of the situation. He reached up and put his arms around Cath's neck and she took him by the waist, lifted him and spun him in a circle to the alarm of the other dancers. After about an hour of alternating between Leigh and Cath, Jamie felt in need of a rest so he sent them both out to dance with each other. He was enjoying just watching and absorbing the atmosphere when he sensed a presence and looked up to see a stocky short haired woman dressed in a boiler suit sliding into the chair next to him. Before he realised what was happening her arm was around his neck and he was being pulled towards her. "Well," said the newcomer in a slightly slurred voice, "aren't you just the prettiest little girlie girl. You and I could have a lot of fun together, so why don't we quit this dump and go back to my place?" Jamie wasn't sure whether to be alarmed or amused. "My Mummies told me never to talk to strangers," said Jamie with an exaggerated lisp. "Well what the fuck would your Mummies' know," said boiler suit aggressively? "More than you evidently sister, so why don't you leave our femme alone and go and do something useful like clean the toilets; you are dressed for the part after all," said a loud voice. Boiler suit swung around and her face paled when she saw Cath and Leigh standing in a very intimidating manner glaring at her. She scuttled away and Jamie dissolved into a fit of giggles. "I didn't do anything to encourage her," he said when he had recovered. "We know Jamie, that's why we were watching out for you. Predators like that are very common here," said Cath as she leaned across and gave him a kiss. A few minutes later the music stopped and the DJ had an announcement. "Ladies and ladies we come to our featured pairs dance competition for this evening. We have 8 competitors and you the audience will be the judges based on your level of applause." The DJ then called out the names of the pairs. Jamie did not take much notice until he heard the DJ say, "And our final pair is Cath Little and Jamie Evans; please give a big cheer for our intrepid competitors. Jamie's blood ran cold. "Cath, what have you done?" he demanded in a panic. "I've wanted to do this for ages and you are the perfect partner," said Cath. "But I can't dance," protested Jamie. "Nonsense," said Cath, "I've taught you the basics of some ballet moves, so all you have to do is follow my lead. Come on Jamie it will be fun." Jamie watched closely as the first two couples went through their routines, which were distinctly average. Numbers three and five however were clearly proficient dancers and scored well on the applause meter. During the performances Cath whispered some instructions to Jamie and he did his best to absorb what she was telling him. Finally their turn came and Cath led Jamie out onto the dance floor. She had chosen an old rock number Born to be Wild, partly she explained because it had the wonderful line, "Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space." This was to be Jamie's cue to run towards Cath and put all his trust in her. As the music started they faced each other and began to move with great intensity. Cath spun him around a couple of times causing his skirt to flare out and at the precise moment where the key line began Jamie rushed forwards and was swept up into Cath's arms and hoisted overhead. She brought his legs over into a decent somersault causing an explosion of lace and satin as Jamie's petticoat and lacy panties were on full display over his head. The crowd roared and screamed their approval. On two more occasions Jamie's underwear was flaunted as Cath effortlessly lifted and spun him around. For the finale Cath pulled Jamie up into a handstand. His skirt and petticoat hung over his head and Cath reached down and grasping each ankle opened and closed Jamie legs in time to the music. This last effort brought the house down and when it was over there was no question who had won. Cath gave a simple bow to all corners of the room and Jamie gave demure curtseys. Jamie was delighted to find that there was a prize for finishing first and he was even more pleased when he learned that it was a gift certificate for 100 pounds for cosmetics at a popular beauty shop to be shared between him and Cath. The rest of the evening passed in a blur and all too soon the three found themselves in a taxi going home. When they were back in their bedroom Leigh and Cath helped Jamie undress and into his silky nightie. They were too exhausted for sex and settled down to sleep. Jamie reached behind and placed one hand on Leigh's thigh and the other around Cath's waist. "After tonight maybe I should hold off on being a woman and be your girl a bit longer," he murmured, but Leigh and Cath were both asleep and Jamie quickly followed suit. 6 Months Later Jamie woke early and lay still not wanting to disturb Leigh and Cath, who were either side of him. He looked back over the 6 months since he had become a junior partner. His days were full, but he relished the work in the law firm and living with and caring for Leigh and Cath. He had almost become a wife to them and he reflected how remarkably well the relationship worked. He had made sure that Leigh and Cath had lots of intimate time, but their greatest pleasure seemed to be when all three were together. Leigh and Cath were delighted with his work in the practice and found that they were able to give him an increasing amount of responsibility. They also found that with their improved nutrition and more time to train, both were making noticeable gains in their sports. Jamie continued to run, but now always in a skirt and he had improved his strength due to the encouragement of Leigh and Cath. He had also, under Cath's watchful eye continued his ballet movements and loved the feel of his dance skirt flowing over his legs. Another thing that had given Jamie immense satisfaction was that with Lana and Mandy's help he had persuaded his mother to accept a regular payment into her bank account, which had made a big difference to her life style. His new life style had not caused her any anxiety at all. "Whatever makes you happy Jamie dear," she had said. Suddenly Jamie was aware of a large hand on his shoulder pulling him into an embrace with Cath. "Big day sweetie, I hope you are ready," she said. "But surely I'll just be supporting you?" said Jamie with surprise. Cath grinned and said, "Always be prepared. You never know when you might have to step into the breach." "I'll try not to let you down Cath," said Jamie as he snuggled up against her. "I know you won't," said Cath and gave him a kiss. "How do you think Brandi will do?" asked Jamie. "Well we'll soon know," said Cath as she prepared to get up. When Jamie came out of the bathroom he was surprised to see that Cath had laid out his clothes for the day and even more surprised when he found that they included a pair of trousers, women's trousers admittedly, but fairly gender neutral. "Cath I haven't worn trousers in 6 months, what's up?" "It's called strategy," answered Cath mysteriously. "Today in court I want your gender to be somewhat ambiguous, maybe slightly more masculine than feminine, but it has to be subtle." Jamie knew he would not get any more explanation so he sighed and said, "I'm not sure that I can do masculine any more." Cath kissed him and said, "It's just for a day darling and then you can be your sweet feminine self." The trial was not due to begin until 10 o'clock so Jamie and Cath were able to spend time going over details and making sure that they had all their documentation in order. Because the case was being held in a district magistrate's court they took Cath's car as there was underground parking in the law court. They took the lift up from the car park and emerged into the main hall which led into the individual courts. Cath identified their court room and while Cath went in to set up, Jamie waited to meet Brandi. She appeared a few minutes later hand in hand with another young woman. Brandi looked surprised at Jamie's appearance, as she had only ever seen him en femme, but she did not say anything about it. "This is Natalie, my girlfriend," said Brandi, "she has come to give me support." "How are you feeling?" asked Jamie. "Scared," said Brandi, "but that is a sensation I am quite used to by now." "It is scary, especially when it is your first time. But look at it this way Brandi; you will have a chance to tell your story and we hope get justice," said Jamie and her gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. Out of the corner of his eye Jamie saw the opposing lawyer and his assistant, together with a sour faced man in his mid-thirties, coming towards them and he hastily ushered Brandi and Natalie through into the court and over to the bench where Cath had set up her papers. Cath spent some time going through last minute details with Brandi as a few more people began to drift in. At exactly 10 o'clock the Clerk of the Court called on everyone to stand and the magistrate appeared from a door behind his bench. He conversed for a few minutes with the Clerk before he started proceedings with a smart rap of his gavel. The magistrate called on Cath to open her case and she spent some time outlining Brandi's situation and how the bullying she had received at Dredgewood marketing had affected her health. Cath explained that she would demonstrate that there had been a deliberate and organised campaign to get Brandi to resign once she had revealed that she was transgender. While she was speaking Jamie studied the sour faced man, who was obviously Mark Dredgewood. Jamie noted his scowl every time Cath said something he didn't like, which consisted of most of her address. When she was finished the opposing lawyer, a grey haired, middle aged man made his introduction in which he stated that the defense would refute the claims against his client, who he contended was a victim of a desperate attempt at extortion. These words seemed to be much more agreeable to Mr. Dredgewood and his scowl was replaced by something close to a sneer. By the time the preliminaries were over there was just time for one witness before the lunch break. Cath called a psychiatrist who had attended Brandi after she went off work. He was able to confirm that Brandi had indeed been suffering a fairly severe reaction to the stress she had been under. As Cath expected the doctor was unable to be precise about the cause of Brandi's illness, just that it appeared to have come on after she had revealed that she was transgender. Cath's opponent rose to cross examine. "Tell me doctor," he began smoothly, "is it possible that Ms. Corson's condition was brought on by the stress of revealing that she was transgender rather than her claims of bullying?" "Yes it's a possibility," agreed the doctor. "No further questions," said the lawyer and sat down. Brandi was due to testify immediately after lunch and Cath spent the time coaching her in what to expect. When they got back into court Cath made a show of having an animated conversation with Jamie close to where the opposing council and Mark Dredgewood were sitting and Jamie noticed that Dredgewood appeared to be regarding him with interest. The rest of the day was taken up with Brandi's testimony. Cath took her slowly through what had happened since she revealed her new identity. It came across as a harrowing experience of verbal abuse, nasty practical jokes and in some cases actual sabotage of her work. Throughout she was able to remain calm, although reliving the abuse and humiliations were very difficult. When it came time for the opposing lawyer to cross examine her he was, of course, far from gentle. His main thrusts were that any stress she had felt was due entirely to her decision to transition and also suggested that she had targeted her employer as a means of funding the process. Brandi was able to maintain her composure, but it was clearly very stressful for her. Jamie felt a growing anger as he watched Mark Dredgewood obviously relishing Brandi's discomfort. When the day ended Cath insisted on taking them all to a nearby pub for a much needed drink. "Brandi you did very well," said Cath as she raised her glass to her client. "The hard part is over and I think that tomorrow will be a much better day for you." Day Two in Court Jamie was once again surprised to find that Cath had laid out his clothes for the day's session. This time it was the opposite from day one. Jamie wore a tight knee length skirt, which together with the girdle he had on underneath made his bottom wiggle delightfully. The skirt had a short slit in the back from which Jamie's petticoat occasionally peeped. His stockings were seamed and with his 3 inch stiletto heels he was just within the bounds of respectability for court wear. But Cath was not finished with Jamie's appearance. Whereas yesterday he had worn his hair in a neutral looking pony tail, now it cascaded down over his shoulders and when he moved his head his dangly earrings were in evidence. Cath looked at him and grinned. "Be honest sweetie, which look do you prefer, todays or yesterdays." "Obviously today," answered Jamie, "it's a relief to be back in a skirt, but where are you going with this Cath?" Cath smiled enigmatically and said, "You'll see." Cath insisted on leaving early so that she and Jamie, together with Brandi and Natalie were in the court room before Mark Dredgewood and his lawyer arrived. When they did enter Jamie was amused to see Mark Dredgewood's jaw drop when he caught sight of his new image. The magistrate made his entrance and the case resumed. It started with Mark Dredgewood taking the stand at the request of his lawyer. "Take very careful notes Jamie, because you will be cross examining him," whispered Cath. Jamie felt a stab of panic and looked imploringly at Cath. "Cath I can't, I'm not ready for this, it's too important." The magistrate was staring at them so Cath did not reply. Instead she scribbled a note and handed it to Jamie. "Jamie you can do this and you will, trust me and trust yourself. You have done all the research and now you can finish him off." Jamie swallowed, took a deep breath and picked up a pen and his legal pad and willed himself to concentrate. He studied Dredgewood in the witness box. He was quite tall and had once been well conditioned, but years of easy living had caused him to become somewhat flabby and soft. He could have been handsome, except that his face seemed to carry a perpetual sneer and the effect was to make him look a little like an overfed lizard. His lawyer fed him a series of easy questions which were designed to establish that the atmosphere at Dredgewood Marketing was relaxed and casual and full of good natured banter amongst the employees. Dredgewood emphatically denied that there had been any animosity towards Brandi as a result of her plan to transition. He attributed her breakdown to the stress of gender dysphoria and claimed that this had caused a significant drop in the quality of her work. In response to a question about sabotage he dismissed it as pure fantasy. When his lawyer was satisfied he sat down and the magistrate turned to Cath. "Do you have any questions for this witness Miss Little?" "My associate council Jamie Evans would like to put some questions to the witness Your Worship," Cath replied. Jamie got to his feet in a deliberately slow manner. Over the last hour of watching Dredgewood give evidence Jamie had developed a plan for his cross examination based on what he had observed of the witness's personality. Jamie stepped away from his bench and moved a little closer to the witness box so that Dredgewood could see him clearly. During the time Jamie had been dressing as a woman he had acquired a passable female voice which he now used. "Mr. Dredgewood you have described the atmosphere at your office as one where light hearted banter was the norm; is that correct?" Dredgewood frowned and answered, "Yes." "Mr. Dredgewood, would you say that you, yourself have a good sense of humour?" "Yes I think so," answered Dredgewood. "You are the sort of man who likes to tell a joke, but also is a good sport when you receive good natured banter yourself; is that correct?" "I can take a joke," answered Dredgewood warily. Jamie turned and walked back to his bench making sure that his hips swayed just enough to catch Wedgewood's attention. He returned with a document that he glanced at for a moment before suddenly transferring his gaze to the witness. "I have a report here Mr. Dredgewood that indicates you were convicted of common assault 3 years ago in a public house. Apparently one of the other patrons engaged in some light hearted banter at your expense and you punched them in the face causing a fracture of their nose. Can you tell the court what caused this reaction from someone, who, to use your own words, "Can take a joke?" Dredgewood reddened and cast a mute look towards his own lawyer, but there was no help coming from that direction. "The man was bloody rude; he made an objectionable remark and I momentarily lost control," Dredgewood said sullenly. "Please tell us what the objectionable remark was," asked Jamie in a sweet tone. "I don't remember," muttered Dredgewood. 'Then let me refresh your memory. You were wearing an ornamental chain around your neck and the man said, "Nice necklace, you should get some pretty earrings to match," and instead of enjoying the joke you hit him." "It wasn't funny, he was suggesting I was some sort of weirdo." Suddenly Jamie's voice changed to his normal male register and the tone was harsh. "But according to you it was funny; it was just light hearted banter, when the same sorts of slurs were made to Brandi Corson by people at your office." Dredgewood stared at Jamie in shocked amazement. "I suggest to you Mr. Dredgewood that you have such a grotesque intolerance of someone who is different that you instructed your staff to persecute Brandi Corson in the hope that she would resign." "That's a damned lie," shouted Dredgewood striking the side of the witness box in anger. Jamie's eyes burned into the man who was by now seething with rage and he spoke slowly and still in his male register. "It's not a lie Mr. Dredgewood; we will be calling a witness who overheard you giving clear instructions to a group of your employees, at the Blue Lion public house, to make, and here I quote, "That sick perverts life a living hell. Isn't that the case Mr. Dredgewood?" "No, no you fucking pervert," screamed Dredgewood, now completely out of control. The magistrates gavel came down with a loud bang. "Mr. Dredgewood," he thundered, "if you don't moderate your language I will hold you in contempt of court. Your outburst is a disgrace. Mr. Weston," he said, turning his attention to Dredgewood's lawyer, "I am calling a 15 minute recess, during which time you will give a serious talk to your client about his conduct." He looked over at Jamie who smiled sweetly and said, "No further questions Your Worship." The magistrate left and Mr. Weston led his still shaking client from the court. Cath flung her arms around Jamie and said, "Jamie, you were absolutely brilliant, I knew you could destroy that arseholes and you did." Jamie suddenly felt rather weak at the knees and had to sit down. "Your job is done my darling, I'll examine our next witness and that will put an end to this whole sorry episode." 15 minutes later a somewhat chastened Mark Dredgewood returned with his lawyer. As soon as the magistrate appeared the case resumed. Cath rose and announced that she was calling her next witness, whose name was Beverly Walsam. "Ms. Walsam were you in the Blue Lion public house on Friday the 5th of May this year?" asked Cath. "Yes." "What were you doing there?" "I was meeting my sister, who works as a barmaid in the pub and after lunch, when her shift ended, we were going out together." "Can you tell us what happened while you were there?" "I was seated at a small table just starting my meal, when a group of men came in and sat at the table next to me." "What made you remember them?" "They were talking about someone called Corson, who they worked with, who had apparently just announced that he was transgender." "What happened next?" "The one who seemed to be in charge began telling the others that he expected them to make life very uncomfortable for this individual. I distinctly remember him saying, "I want you to make that sick pervert's life a living hell." I remember it well because it struck me at the time what an awful thing to have said and what nasty people they were." "Take a look around the court Ms. Walsam and tell us if you recognise any of the people from that day." Beverly Walsam looked straight at Mark Dredgewood and said, "That man. He was the one telling the others to make Ms. Corson's life a living hell." With a smile of satisfaction Cath sat down to be succeeded by a reluctant looking Mr. Weston. He did his best, but it was clear that he was fighting a losing battle. "Ms. Walsam, it is at least 8 months since the alleged incident in the Blue Lion, how can you be sure of the day and date?" "It was my birthday and my sister and I were going out to celebrate." Mr. Weston asked a couple more questions to demonstrate that he had done his best and then it was over. The magistrate announced that they would break for lunch, after which he would render his verdict. Cath, Jamie and their client and her girlfriend ate at a nearby pub. The hour seemed to pass very slowly, but eventually they trooped back into court. The magistrate returned, called the court to order and began his judgment. "I have carefully reviewed all the evidence and I find in favour of the claimant, Ms. Corson." He turned to Brandi and continued. Ms. Corson I believe you to have been the victim of a deliberate and despicable campaign organised by your employer, Mark Dredgewood, to coerce you into resigning your position in his company. The very man who should have ensured your safety during your transition has completely failed I his duty to an employee. No one should have to endure what you have gone through Ms. Corson and I hope this decision will bring you some closure." He turned his attention to Mark Dredgewood. "You sir have behaved in a most reprehensible manner and your actions appear to stem from a deep seated and unjustified antipathy towards those who do not conform to your narrow and distorted view of morality. Such actions have no place in this society. I hereby award Ms. Corson a year's wages amounting to 70,000 pound and an additional 50,000 in damages to her health and reputation. In addition all legal costs will be borne by the defendant." And with a final crack of his gavel he closed the case. Brandi was overcome with emotion and with tears streaming down her cheeks she embraced Cath and Jamie. "I can't thank you enough," she sobbed. "Now I can get on with my life and find another job." 'Will that be difficult?" asked Jamie. Brandi shook her head. "I don't think so," she said, "I have a couple of promising leads, companies that know about my transition and seem supportive. Now this is over I can finalise things." She paused for a moment and looked at her girlfriend who smiled and gave a small nod. "Natalie and I are getting married and we would love it if both of you could come to our wedding. It will be quite small but it would mean a lot to us if you could come." "Brandi we would be honoured, of course we will come," said Cath. Brandi smiled nervously and looked at Jamie. "I think what you did today Jamie was very brave. All through this ordeal you have given me the strength to go on. I don't have a sister or any close female friends and I know it might seem an awful cheek, but would you consider being my bridesmaid?" This time it was Jamie who burst into tears and was unable to speak. "I think you can take that as a yes Brandi and I must congratulate you on an excellent choice," said Cath as she pulled Jamie in for a warm hug. "You won't be doing any cooking tonight Jamie," said Cath as they were driving home. "You are going to put on a pretty dress and Leigh and I are taking you out to dinner to celebrate your first win." 'But you were the lead council, surely it was your win," protested Jamie. "I only pulled the trigger," insisted Cath. "You did all the research, including getting us the vital witness who overheard Dredgewood's horrible plot. On top of that you did a devastating cross examination of Dredgewood. I had an idea that revealing your biological sex in such a dramatic fashion would unsettle him, but you did it brilliantly and he fell apart. You are going to make a great lawyer Jamie." And she reached over and squeezed his hand. Jamie felt that he would burst with pride. "I have great teachers," he managed to croak. The Fourth Interview The dress that Jamie chose was pretty. It had a sparkling white top with short floaty sleeves. The skirt was also white and was adorned with a spectacular floral pattern that swept down just past the knee. Jamie had Leigh zip up the back of the dress. He could have done it himself, but he loved the feeling of being fastened into a dress and Leigh loved doing it. Jamie was delighted to find that the restaurant Cath had chosen was the same one where he had taken his second interview and when he saw that they were at exactly the same table he felt that the stars had aligned perfectly. Leigh ordered a bottle of Champaign and when it was opened and their glasses filled, Cath and Leigh raised theirs in a toast to Jamie. "In honour of your splendid win Jamie," said Leigh. "It has been a real red letter day for you." "That's not all," added Cath. "Our client was so taken with Miss Jamie here that she asked her to be her bridesmaid at her upcoming wedding." Leigh clapped her hands in delight. "Oh Jamie, Cath and I would love to help you choose your bridesmaid dress." "It's usual for the bride to select the dress for her bridesmaids," Jamie pointed out. "In that case we will come to the fitting," said Leigh, "any excuse to see Jamie in a proper petticoat." They ordered their meals and soon finished the Champaign, at which Leigh ordered a fine bottle of red. Jamie began to feel a little lightheaded, but he didn't care because he realised that he had never felt so happy. However that was soon to change. After the main course Leigh ordered a half bottle of port to drink with their dessert. "Jamie, Cath and I have been talking about the future and we have come to a decision," said Leigh as she swished the port around gently in her glass. "We have decided to terminate your junior partner status." To Jamie this felt like a blow to the solar plexus and his face sagged. "What have I done?" he managed to whimper. Leigh looked stern. "You have devastated us with your love Jamie and we have no alternative but to make you a full and equal partner." She was unable to keep up the charade any longer and a brilliant smile burst across her face. Jamie could only stare in disbelief. "If you accept our terms you will become a full partner on the day that you are a fully qualified lawyer." "I don't believe this," said Jamie when he found his voice. "You should because it is the truth," said Cath. "However as Leigh said you have to meet our terms." "What are they?" asked Jamie fearful that he would not be able to meet them. "You will have to be fitted for a stunning long white dress and agree to become our wife and agree to only wear skirts and dresses," said Cath as she desperately tried to disguise the smile spreading across her face. "Do you need some time to consider this offer?" Jamie continued to stare, his mouth slightly open and then he slowly began to shake his head. "No, no, no I don't need any time to decide and yes, yes, yes I will be your wife, I'm desperately in love with both of you." "Well in that case," said Leigh and she and Cath both produced small boxes which they opened to display identical engagement rings which they slid on Jamie's finger. At that point Jamie dissolved into a flood of tears. Cath and Leigh rose and pulled him to his feet and enveloped him into a group hug. When they had all settled Leigh became practical. "Obviously the 3 of us cannot be legally married to each other so we have to make a choice. Any two of the 3 of us could legally marry and the other would become their permanent mistress, but somehow that doesn't seem fair to whoever is the mistress. Alternatively we could have a purely ceremonial wedding where Jamie becomes our wife, Cath. We would of course have to have some sort of contract to protect Jamie financially for the future. I am more in favour of this idea, but what do you two think?" "I agree with your preference Leigh, Jamie needs to be a wife," said Cath ad they both turned to Jamie. "I don't care as long as I can be the wife of Cath Little and Leigh Strong," said Jamie. He thought for a moment and then said, "Would my name be Mrs. Jamie Evans-Little-Strong?" "I think you should stick with Mrs. Evans," said Cath and Leigh nodded her agreement. Joyful discussions continued for another hour until it was time to leave. Leigh had the last word as she raised her glass in a toast. "Ladies I give you Little, Strong and Evans, partners in law and partners in love."