12 comments/ 67368 views/ 22 favorites One Week Ch. 03 By: Louise69 First off, I'd like to thank everyone who sent such nice comments. It was wonderful to receive such praise. The Third & hopefully, Fourth chapters are very much dedicated to you. I must also apologise for the delay in getting the next chapter to you and can only promise that the Fourth will not be quite so long in coming. Feel free to email me with suggestions and ideas for the continuing adventures of Louise... I was transfixed by the sound as I stared numbly at the coffin being lowered into the ground. Huge droplets of rain splashed off the hard wood in a staccato rhythm, and I held back a sob as it disappeared from sight, deep into the earth. Water ran down my face, rivulets tracing a path through my make-up and merging with my own tears. I didn't care. She was dead and nothing would be the same again. I stood alone by the open grave, isolated from the others by more than just simple geography. I determined to keep my dignity and raised my chin proudly. She wouldn't like to see me like this. She'd have wanted me to be proud, be strong. On the other side of the grave, Emma met my fierce stare with an arrogance that made me want to lash out in anger. Instead, I tossed the white rose I held into the grave, not waiting to see how it landed, and turned away. I walked back to the car alone. Bitter memories of the previous week spilled into my mind, threatening to break the carefully made dam I'd constructed around my emotions. Emma's "show" last Monday as she "outed" me came unbidden through a crack in my defences, and I burst into sobbing tears as I walked away from her grave, never to see her beautiful smile again. I stared in horror as a stunned silence engulfed the room. I could feel every eye assessing me with a clinical detachment, Emma grinning savagely as she waited for the shock to settle and the staff to bray for my blood. Jackie stepped forward and gripped my arm possessively. She stared fiercely at Emma and when she spoke, anger resonated through the room. "I couldn't give a damn what anyone thinks. Louise here has indicated a desire to undergo gender reassignment surgery, and last week legally changed her name. She has met with medical staff and her condition has been diagnosed. She is to be legally treated as a woman. She meets the requirements to work at this establishment." My heart soared as Jackie revealed her masterstroke. She hadn't strictly spoken the truth, but it was nothing that couldn't be worked out if evidence were needed. Emma's face crumpled as she saw her plans brushed aside. All eyes turned to her, eager to see what her reaction would be, but she merely turned on her heels and stormed from the room. My secretary, Jenni, a tall leggy girl with wonderful hips walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "You're a beautiful woman Louise. I'm happy to work for you. You're friendlier, kinder and much warmer than you ever were." I blinked back tears as more staff came forward to offer me their support and Jade led an emotional Louise to her office, sat her down and asked Jenni to fetch her some tea. Jackie had disappeared in all the commotion. "Now that," declared Jade. "Was as good as we could possibly have hoped!" Her voice cracked slightly, and for a brief second I saw how worried she'd actually been. She wiped a tear from my cheek with a delicate finger and kissed me tenderly on my forehead. "I have to go back to work, but I think we can say we're safe for now hun. You gonna be ok?" She looked so beautiful, staring down at me, her wondrous eyes framed with luscious, silky hair. I nodded and squeezed her hand. "I'll be fine. You go do your thing. Make lots of money so we can go retire on an island in the next couple years." Jade gave a shy smile and whispered that she'd like that very much, before turning and leaving my office, ensuring that she wiggled her arse provocatively as she did so. My heart swelled with love and for the next hour I sat staring at my work, still numb from the morning's events. Jenni brought me some tea and she winked mischievously as she left. The day passed in a blur, my office being visited frequently by well wishers and those wishing to gossip about the day's events. As the evening encroached upon the day, Jackie and Jade came to my office to pick me up. Jackie enveloped me in a huge bear hug and kissed me on the cheek. I made to speak, but she cut me off. "Not a word Louise. I won't have it. You'll most likely say something stupid and sentimental and I'm far too old for such things." She bolted for the lifts and we followed in her wake, waving farewell to those stragglers staying late. As we left the building, Jackie scraping the exhaust of her car in her haste to escape the underground car park, we turned left instead of right. "Where're we heading to?" I asked, thinking that we were going straight home. Jackie looked at me in her rear view mirror, and smiled knowingly. "Don't tell me you forgot?" she asked. "You've an appointment with Dr James." I almost squealed with delight. In all the fuss it had completely slipped my mind that Jade had made the appointment last week. He was the doctor who was going to help me realise the dreams that until two weeks ago, I didn't know I had. We soon arrived at a nondescript building in the middle of an expensive estate and Jade ushered me out of the car before stepping out after me. She was dressed in a tight fitting business suit with a short skirt that clung to her thighs sexily. She wore heels that ensured she was taller than me; no mean feat considering she was almost my height and I wore four inch stiletto court shoes that matched the silk wrap-around dress I was enveloped in. It belonged to Jade, but we had started sharing clothes long ago and I liked that it still smelled faintly of her. She grabbed my hand in hers and squeezed tightly. With a nod of her head she indicated a large, oak panelled door with a small bronze plaque screwed into one of the marble stands either side of it. I suddenly felt nervous and tensed involuntarily. Jade, as ever, sensed my mood and kissed me softly on the cheek. "Don't worry hun, you'll be fine. Just be honest with yourself and with your surgeon. Dr James helped me get to where I've always dreamed of being and he'll help you too. Just relax." I felt the worry ease away as Jade led me up the stairs and through the door, a loud squeal of tyres as Jackie sped off home. A nervous Jade was waiting for me in the waiting room. She had her hands clenched with worry and was chewing her lower lip as I came through the door from Dr James' office. She shot up as I entered and rushed over to greet me, her heels clopping loudly on the hard floor. "Well?" she demanded as I closed the oak panelled door behind me. "What did he say?" I put on my best sad face, but swiftly grinned as her face crumpled with sadness. "He said I can start as soon as I want and go as far as I want!" Jade scowled at the ruse, her green eyes flaring with mock anger before embracing me and almost sobbing with joy. "That's great hun," she said. We kissed passionately before quickly leaving the building to go celebrate. Starting with some shopping! It's amazing how quickly the habits you develop as a man disappear. I could not imagine going back to being who I was before that fateful week. My brain had hardwired itself anew and all the mannerisms and behavioural idiosyncrasies that set the genders apart were completely female within me. As we walked down the street, laden with shopping, I held my wrists out forward as I carried my purchases. I held my back straight and my chin up whilst my feet automatically placed themselves on the invisible tightrope, giving the classic walk that wiggled my hips. I breathed through my chest, not using the stomach as men do and walked with my shoulders back to thrust my breasts out slightly. We walked more slowly than I ever did as a man. As Owen, I had been impatient as I walked the streets and wondered how women ever got anywhere. I now knew that it wasn't the destination, but the journey that was important as we stopped in various shops to top up our shopping. Walking in high heels certainly meant that I was in no hurry to get anywhere either! My nails had also grown long and using phones and typing on keyboards felt vastly different as well. As we sat down to eat, the new me eschewed larger and we ordered some red wine we didn't guzzle down in one go. As we ate, we chewed more, and ate smaller mouthfuls. As we talked, we used our hands more, showing much more expression and touch. It felt real and I knew that Dr James, a kindly, portly man who seemed to understand me so well after just having met me, could make that feeling real and true. As we neared the end of our meal, Jade suddenly sobered and seemed to hesitate before asking me a question. "So how far do you want to go hun?" I sipped my wine, and smoothed my dress as I considered my answer. I shrugged. "I don't know. All the way, part way. I really don't know. I want real breasts and hormone therapy, but after that we'll see." I looked nervously at her, not really knowing what she wanted, or how far she wanted me to go. She smiled and stroked my cheek delicately. "You go as far as you want hun. I love you for who you are, and if you're missing bits down there, then that's fine by me." I held her hand to my face and kissed it, feeling joyous love well within me. Jade gave me her best sultry look as she read my thoughts, and arched an eyebrow seductively. "Shall we go?" I chuckled throatily as she threw some bills on the table and we hurried out to get a cab, our shopping banging into angry customers in our haste. As we got home, I called out a greeting to Jackie who was watching TV, and we hurried up the stairs and threw our shopping on the bed. Jade sat on the mattress and pulled me towards her, untying the belt that held my wrap-around dress together. I shrugged the silk from my shoulders and kicked off my knickers as my suddenly erect penis sprang out from its cage. As I stood before her in my tight purple, steel boned corset and stockings held up by suspenders attached to the corset, Jade stroked my penis and gazed up with lust before putting the shaft in her mouth. I arched my back with pleasure and nearly toppled over in my high heels. Reaching up, I grabbed the posts over the double bed as Jade continued to suck my throbbing cock, feeling an orgasm coming closer with every thrust down her throat. Jade, sensing my climax was near, quickly pulled back and grinned wickedly at my expression. "Hey!" I chided, feeling suddenly cheated. She laughed and told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. I did as bade as she went into the walk in cupboard and came out holding a rubber hood. It had no eye holes and as she put it over my head, a plastic mouthpiece forced my mouth open and kept it like that. She zipped up the back and the tight material enveloped my head and neck. I heard a snickt as she locked the zip. I felt her leap off the bed and go back into the cupboard as I struggled to stop my exposed mouth drying out. Moments later she returned and grabbed one wrist and pulled it towards one corner of the bed, before manacling it to the post with leather straps. She did the same with the other arm and then with my legs so that I was splayed on the bed, but not fully. I could just about kneel still. The bedroom went still again as she left once more and I wondered what she could be up to now. I had learnt to trust her implicitly and she had always come up with new ideas to bring me to climax, so I tried to relax and go with the flow. The world felt muffled through the thick hood and I could hear or see nothing except for my rapidly increasing breathing. Suddenly I felt a coldness on my arse as Jade returned and rubbed cold jelly on the rim, before parting my cheeks and pushing what I thought was a large dildo up my arse. As my anus widened to let in the plug, I felt it constrict once more only to be forced open again. I realised that she was putting a chain of large beads up my arse and relaxed as she continued to put more and more of the beads up there. Just as I was starting to wonder how much more I could take, she stopped and pushed a button on the end. Suddenly my whole arse started to vibrate wildly and I bucked with joy as I felt my entire being pleasured by the anal beads. Jade moved round to my front and suddenly I was filled with her huge cock as she shoved it through the hole in the mask and into my open mouth. Powerless to move or resist I sucked it greedily as she thrust it deep into my throat. Several weeks ago, I would have been unable to manage such a feat, especially with a cock as large as Jade's, but I'd had much practise and felt the entire shaft inside me. I moaned with pleasure as she teased it in and out and within minutes felt her pre-cum lance down my throat. She gripped the sides of my head and thrust harder as she came in huge jets of come that took all of my skill to swallow and not choke. Making sure I licked the shaft clean of all come, she removed her cock and then placed into my mouth a rubber cock that buttoned to the sides of the hood I wore. It was easily as large as Jade's own, and filled my mouth completely, forcing me to suck it. She then slid down under me and took my own cock in her mouth, before reaching up behind me to play with the anal beads. As she pulled one of them in and out slowly from my vibrating arse, she teasinlgy licked the tip of my penis, running her tongue up and down its length and then putting the whole thing in her mouth. Unable to move, see, speak or hear, the only senses I felt were those of my sex being teased beyond imagination. My whole world was enveloped in ecstasy and as I raced towards a climax, Jade pulled the beads from my arse with one swift pull. Had I been able, I would have screamed with pleasure as my whole body shook with a powerful orgasm, Jade gulping down my cum as she pulled the last of the beads out. I lost track of time as a giddy rush of dizziness swept over me and blinked in the sudden light as Jade removed the hood and gag, before undoing the straps that held me fast. Jade kissed me on the forehead whilst moving a lock of hair from my eye. "Hmmm...that was nice." I purred contentedly and let her help me out of my underwear and into a satin negligee. She wore a matching one and laughed at the pair we made. She helped me from my wig and brushed it down as she put it on a stand. My own hair was growing fast and the hormones would help thicken it out. It wouldn't be long before a wig was unnecessary. I smiled at the thought and went to my bag to fetch several bottles of pills Dr James had given me. Jade got into bed and pulled the sheets open to invite me in. I curled up next to her and examined the bottles before taking one out of each and gazing at each of them. They held a future I didn't know I needed until a few weeks ago. "Well, bottoms up," I whispered and took the first pill. Jade handed me a glass of water and smoothed my hair as I took the rest. That night, I slept as soundly as I ever have done. I felt a peace and comfort I had never known. One of belonging. Tuesday brought a pleasant surprise. An overnight stay in Cardiff. Jackie had wanted to send us both to Paris to work in the Firm's Offices there on a case, but my passport had yet to be changed, so that would have to wait a few more months until I could go abroad. Instead, Emma took that case and headed over to France. I felt relieved. She would be out of my hair until Friday at the earliest, hopefully not until next Monday. As an added bonus, Jackie presented me with a set of keys as I headed into the kitchen for breakfast. She was decked out in an elegant velvet dress and matching jacket with a large hat perched precariously on her head. "Off to the races hun?" I asked, whilst complementing her on her appearance. She looked stunning. I was dressed rather more conservatively with a satin blouse and high waisted pencil skirt over my obligatory corset and stockings. Jade had tied my hair up in a bow and I felt nervous about exposing my neck so, but she assured me that my adam's apple was so small no one would notice it. She'd kept it up with two black chopsticks and I sighed with pleasure at the sophisticated look it afforded me. I wore some new boots I'd bought yesterday; a pair of fashionable shoes, much like a man's Italian work shoes, but made with patent leather and wicked five inch heels and pointed toes. A lace had come undone, so I knelt down to tie them as Jackie spoke. "I sure am Louise darling, I sure am. Might I say you look ravishing today as well. Those hormones already make you glow! Here. A present." She held out a set of keys and I looked at them in puzzlement. She'd already given me her house keys. I held out a hand and she dropped them in, which was when I noticed the label on the key. "Jackie, really, you can't. I can't accept this. You've already done too much for me," I protested as she stepped towards me and closed my hand around the key. She smiled. "Your humility is the very reason I can Louise. You've changed a lot these last few weeks. Completely unrecognisable from the uncouth man you once were. You are my daughter and I want to spoil you. I've never had kids, and I'm all alone here, so it's my pleasure. It makes me feel like the mother I never was. Besides, you've a long journey ahead of you today and I'm sure you won't want to take the train whilst I take the car to the races." I frowned, confused once more. It often happens around Jackie. She tends to start new conversation half way through. "You and Jade are off to Cardiff. A sister firm needs your expertise and have asked specifically for you two. Our Chinese hosts from last week have spread the word about you two, so you're now officially in demand." I went upstairs to pack for the night as Jackie followed me up to say goodbye to Jade and talk shop briefly about the clients we were meeting. Taking our bags to the front door, I went outside to admire the present Jackie had bought me. With the help of Jade, naturally. In the drive sat a beautiful Ferrari Fiorano, all smooth curves and gleaming red in the sunlight. "Well," said Jade in a deadpan voice. "Guess we'll need to pack less." The journey to Cardiff took less than two hours and the Ferrari was a joy to drive. We pulled up at the St Davids Hotel that overlooked the bay with plenty of time to go before our meeting. As I pulled up to the luxurious doorway a harried looking attendant came out to greet us. As we stepped from the car, Jade displaying her long legs with a short leather skirt and outrageous heels and myself still in my pencil skirt, his eyes widened with lust. I tossed him the keys and told him to take care of my baby with a wink and a grin. He blushed further and stammered a welcome before stepping nervously into the car. I looked a Jade and giggled as we made our way into the opulent entrance to the Hotel. As we gave our details at the desk, an attractive blonde processed our names and gave us both a demure smile. "Would you prefer two rooms?" she asked, her tone suggesting she knew the answer. She had large breasts bursting from her blouse and long shapely legs. Her name badge identified her as Alice. Jade chuckled and whispered conspiratorially, leaning close to her ear. "One room, please hun, and one bed also." Alice chuckled back and gazed at us both with open appreciation. "Glad to hear it," she replied. "And please, if there's anything we, or rather, I, can do to make your stay here any better, please don't hesitate to ask." She handed over the key card and winked at me as we walked off, Jade grinning wildly and laughing as I blushed. "Why Louise, don't tell me you're abashed!" She grinned some more and took my arm as we made our way to our room where our bags were waiting. It was huge and tastefully decorated with modern, yet cosy furniture. A balcony overlooked the bay and I sat gazing out at the water as the sun warmed my face. One Week Ch. 03 Life's good, I thought. It can't get much better than this! It could get worse though, and I realised little at the time how much worse it could get. As we unpacked, the phone rang and as Jade answered she beckoned me get her a pen so she could take instructions of where to meet our clients. As she put down the receiver, she turned to me and sighed. "Time to go to work," she muttered and headed for the door as I followed. The day passed in a blur as we spent our time pouring over documents and discussing the minutiae of every statement and word. We were in a busy office and streams of people came through, taking notes, asking questions and fetching more documents as we asked. I expected to be caught out, for someone to say "hey, you're a man!" but no one did. As far as they were concerned, we were two hard working, successful lawyers. It was thrilling and terrifying, but I had gone so far into my role as Louise that it wasn't an act. I saw myself as a woman as did those around me, though as the day drew to a close, I was glad to leave the office and wonder the city to find food. Cardiff was a vibrant city, full of life and as we walked the streets arm in arm, our winter coats pulled tight against the bitter wind that prowled the streets, we soaked in the atmosphere of a new place, enjoying the mellifluous Welsh accent as it swirled around us. We were happy then. Truly so. I loved her so much. Why could such things never last? As we arrived back at the hotel, our feet sore from our travels, we headed to the bar to enjoy some wine and each other's company. Jade had brought some cards and Blackjack was high on her agenda. It was her dream to go to Vegas and win her millions. Sat at the bar was Alice, who turned as we came in. She was holding a glass of wine herself and smiled as we approached. I had not realised it so earlier, but she was a stunning woman. "Good evening ladies," she whispered as she came near. "I was wondering if you'd care to join me for a drink?" Jade looked at me and I nodded my assent, so we sat at a table by the window where the boats and yachts drifted by and played cards whilst drinking several bottles of red wine. As Jade drank the last vestiges of her glass, she turned to me and indicated that she would like to go to bed. I nodded sleepily and turned to Alice. "We must go to bed now I'm afraid, but it's been a pleasure." Her face crumpled with sorrow, but she nodded her agreement. "It is pretty late. Please. Allow me to walk you to your room." She led us up the stairs to our room and opened the door for us. My feet were sore from the shoes I'd been wearing and I was glad to see my bed. Jade turned to me and winked. I knew instantly what that look meant and had seen it before. My mouth went dry and I shook my head subtly, trying not to draw attention to myself. "What if she doesn't know?" I whispered. Jade shrugged and whispered back. "Only one way to find out isn't there?" She turned to Alice who'd been waiting by the door, understanding little of our exchange. "Are you coming in then?" She grinned playfully and stepped into the room, closing the door shut behind her, unbuttoning her blouse as she did so. Jade did likewise, exposing her wondrous breasts to the room. I still felt nervous and so did not want to expose my false breasts. Alice came to me and, reaching up, kissed me hard on the lips. Arousal shot through my body, and I could feel myself becoming harder as my cock pushed against its satin cage. Her firm breasts pushed against my body as Jade came up behind her and unzipped her skirt so that it fell in a puddle around her feet. Still kissing me, she stepped from it and pushed me onto the bed. She then turned to Jade and caressed her breasts as I watched. With one hand, she pushed down her G-string to reveal a mound of hair, neatly trimmed. She unzipped Jade's skirt and thrust her hand down. I held my breath, seeing how she'd react when confronted with Jade's enormous penis, but she carried on as if knowing it was there all along. As Jade's skirt slipped down her stockinged legs, her cock came free and Alice gasped in pleasure before turning to me. "Now your turn," she said and helped me from my blouse and pencil skirt. She gasped in pleasure again as my own cock was released and grabbed both mine and Jade's in each hand before crawling onto the bed and beckoning us on. Keeping my heels, corset and stockings on, as did Jade, we made our way to the bed where I kissed Alice as Jade caressed my exposed skin. It had been a long time since I'd been with a woman, and it was strange at first. As I kissed her neck and then her breasts, I made my way slowly down to her pussy and was gratified to find it already moist. I buried my head in its warmth and lapped greedily as the juices flowed. She sat upright on her knees with me below her whilst I licked and teased her, while Jade stood and Alice leaned forward to take her cock in her mouth, gagging a little with its girth, but soon taking it all in. Both Jade and Alice moaned with pleasure and started writhing as they both neared climax. As Alice started screaming with pleasure as I licked and teased her clit, she took Jade's cock from her mouth and masturbated it furiously as Jade came over her, thick streams of cum splashing her face and breasts, further driving Alice into a frenzy. Both Jade and Alice collapsed exhausted onto the bed but Alice pulled me up towards her and thrust my head into her breasts where I licked Jade's warm cum from them. She then took my throbbing cock in her hand and guided it deep into her. I gasped with pleasure at its tight warmth and started thrusting. With a burst of strength, she manoeuvred herself so that she lay on top of me as she pushed herself deeper onto my cock, groaning with pleasure as she did so. Jade, having recovered from her orgasm, kneeled over me and thrust her cock into my mouth as Alice writhed faster and faster on me. Holding Jade's legs as she thrust harder, I could feel myself starting to cum. Alice shrieked loudly as she climaxed, her pussy squeezing tighter with pleasure as I moaned, unable to scream as Jade started coming in my mouth, forcing me to swallow. Jade groaned loudly once more and then it was over. Alice slumped from me, dripping juices on the duvet as she sighed with pleasure. She held up a finger and waved it at us as she grinned. "You girls are something else, let me tell you." Jade laughed huskily as she gently wiped the cum from my lips and chin where some had spilt. "That we are," Jade replied. "That we are." I awoke the next day to find Alice coiled at the end of the bed. As we had drifted to sleep, we had all curled up into one, but during the course of the night, Jade and I had drifted closer, seeking comfort in each other's arms. I could not imagine a night where we weren't together, sleeping as close as we could, and wasn't sure that I would now cope. Jade had said the same thing before and I knew it to be true. Fate, however, had other, much crueller plans. Alice left soon after, giving each of us a lingering kiss as she did so. "How did you know?" I asked, desperate to know what had given us away so that I could rectify it. She smiled mischievously. "I didn't," she replied and closed the door behind her. Jade was running a bath and as we got in, she took some soap and started to scrub me clean. My skin was still smooth and hairless from the waxing session a few days ago, and the hair on my face was all but gone after regular and painful electrolysis sessions. "Your skin will get softer soon with the hormone treatment," she said as I turned so my back was to her allowing her to wash my hair. I sighed a nondescript response as she continued talking. "You'll start getting nice hips too and putting on some fat!" I slapped her thigh playfully as she washed the shampoo from my hair, and then turned to clean her. Once done, Jade wrapped a towel around her chest and stepped from the bathroom, allowing me to use the anal douche and cleanse myself fully. Afterwards, I stepped into the bedroom to find Jade naked on the bed, lying on her side, facing me. She wore no make-up, but her feminine features didn't need any. She was stunning, her large breasts firm yet soft and her torso slim and toned. She stroked her erect cock lazily and smiled as I walked towards her, dropping my towel and showing her my stiffening penis. On a regular basis we'd have sex with no toys, no clothes, no games. Just the two of us revelling in each other, reminding each other that we loved the other for who they were and nothing else. Sex like this was always slow and intimate as we caressed each other sensuously and took turns to bring the other to a stunning climax leaving us both feeling drained but completely satisfied. A while after, as we lay curled up in each other's arms, Jade checked the clock on the bedside table, and sighed heavily. "Well hun, time to get ready for work. Yesterday was pretty boring, so I've brought something along to liven the day a bit." I groaned, remembering the last day she'd planned with our Chinese guests. She'd bought huge vibrating butt plugs that were remote controlled by the other and we'd spent the day turning it on at every inopportune moment. She leaned over the bed and rummaged in her bag and with a cry of joy came up brandishing what looked like a very large butt plug attached to a strange plastic device. "What's that?!" I asked, a little perturbed. Jade gave an evil grin and shrugged sensually. "You'll see. Let's get you ready first." She sat me in front of the mirror and put on my make-up. Though I was now able to do it properly myself, I enjoyed letting Jade do it as much as she enjoyed doing it herself. She applied a light foundation and a little blusher to my cheeks to attenuate the cheek bone and narrow my face a little. She put some thick eye liner around my eyes, making them seem much larger and more sensual and two shades of eye shadow, going from dark to light. I had long, feminine eye lashes anyway, but she lengthened them with some mascara. My fingernails were coated in a dark red varnish, so on my lips she put some dark lipstick. In other hands, it could have looked vampy, but Jade's delicate touch made it look sophisticated and sensual. She then helped me into my corset and, as I leaned forward, she pulled the strings tight behind my back. A month ago, this would have been painful as my waist was constricted by several inches, but I had grown accustomed to it. I had a girly, waspish waist anyway and probably didn't need to wear a corset, but I enjoyed the feel of it, the way it embraced my body and in many ways, made me feel safer and more in control. I pulled some silky stockings up my smooth legs and sat down next to Jade who was fiddling around with her new toy. "This," she said, pointing to the contraption. "Is a butt plug attached to a chastity device." I raised my eyebrows in shock. "You want me to not have sex with you?" Jade laughed and started taking the small, clear plastic device apart. "No, silly. If I put this here, and here..." As I lay on the bed, she re-assembled the device around my flaccid cock. At the end were several holes through which I could urinate, and the device was held together around my shaft by a lock which she clicked shut. She then placed a ring around my balls that the device was strapped to. As Jade put it on, she described how I would be unable to have an erection whilst wearing this. "Some devices let you have one, but this one doesn't I'm afraid hun. Now, turn over." As I turned over, she reached for the large butt plug, making me gulp nervously. Though my arse was well used to stimulation by now, this plug looked bigger than anything I had had before and was curved in a very strange way, almost like an upside down J. As she lubed my arse, she pushed my cheeks aside to plunge the plug in. At first, the sensation was pleasurable, but then she kept pushing and I felt that my arse would split with the pressure. I pushed back and gasped with pain as I felt the plug fill me completely and grabbed the bed sheets in my fists. "Nearly there," cried Jade as suddenly the pressure eased as my sphincter squeezed around the narrow base. A series of clicking sounds ensued as she strapped the base of the plug to the chastity device. Suddenly the plug started vibrating, pulses of pleasure tickling my prostrate gland. The shape of the plug meant that it was pushing directly against my G-spot, and, despite the size of the plug, I groaned with pleasure. I could feel my cock stiffen, but then it pushed against the device and I gasped with pain as the plastic enclosing my cock refused to give way. My G-spot was being stimulated more than it ever had been before, yet I had no way of releasing the pleasure. Jade chuckled as she saw my discomfort and waved the remote at me. I made to grab it, but the plug shifted within me and I gasped with pleasure. "Now my turn," said Jade and I did the same for her. She moaned with pleasure as I turned on the plug, but grimaced when her penis stiffened in its plastic housing. We agreed to turn the vibrators off whilst we dressed a least, and set about dressing each other. I wore a tight polo neck jumper that would keep the warmth out and attenuate my fake breasts, and I couldn't help but grin joyously at the thought that soon I would have real ones, and could wear low cut tops. I wore a knee length leather skirt that both kept me warm and its heaviness meant that no bulge or lines from the chastity device was seen. I then put on a new pair of knee high boots that reached to the hem of the skirt. They had a very thin stiletto heel at least five inches high. I was glad that I had been a fairly short man as, even in these heels, I didn't stand out from the crowd. I also had very feminine hands, and was glad that I was able to wear understated, yet expensive rings on several of my fingers. I wore a necklace Jade had given me over the polo neck jumper and put in a new pair of dangly earrings. The piercing had healed by now and I was able to wear what I wanted. I loved the feel as they bounced around when I moved my head and marvelled at all the wondrous things women had. As I put on a thick black winter coat, Jade stepped into a tight fitting dress that pushed her real breasts together and showed her wondrous cleavage. The dress hugged her hips and finished at the knee. She wore a satin jacket over this and fastened the clip that held it closed. She stepped into some ankle boots and tottered over as the plug inside her tickled her G-spot. "Oops!" she cried. "Think even walking may be a bit difficult!" As we left the room, I realised that she was right. Every step pushed the oddly shaped butt plug over our prostrate making us gasp with pleasure, yet wince as the chastity device kept us firmly in check. We hadn't even started with the remotes, yet and I sensed that it was going to be a long day. Later that day, we were exhausted, but not from the work. Once again, we sat in our clients' office whilst they brought us mounds of documents, questions and various demands. The work was arduous, but enlivened by Jade constantly rummaging around in her handbag that she'd "left" on her desk. Every time she did so, I felt a jolt run through my entire being as the vibrating plug did its devious work. The first time it happened, I gave a surprised whimper, prompting my colleague, a short balding man called Thomas to look at me with concern. "Are you ok Miss Louise?" he asked. "Would you like a rest?" I smoothed the soft leather skirt I wore as if brushing away some dust and told him I was fine. "A glass of water would be much appreciated though." As he left to get us both a drink I grinned at Jade as I turned her remote on, enjoying the gasp that escaped her ruby red lips. "Ok, ok, truce," she whispered as the device wrapped around her throbbing cock dug painfully into her. She turned my plug off, but it didn't last and soon we were teasing each other through the day. I marvelled at how no one else seemed to notice. I felt as if my entire being were vibrating at times and was sure my chair must be too. I was sure I could hear the vibrator whining too, but the staff around us were completely oblivious. As lunch drew near, Thomas left to get some food from a local sandwich shop he claimed was the best in the world and left us alone in the tiny office. As soon as he exited, I grabbed Jade's hand and pulled her into a tiny storage cupboard at the back of the room, pushing her against the wall at the back as I closed the door shut behind me. It was dark in there and smelled faintly of old paper and photocopier ink and I could find no lock on the door. No matter, I felt for Jade in the darkness and dropped to my knees, pulling up her tight dress as I did so. Pulling her pants down, I started to undo the chastity device, which was no mean feat in the dark. Jade's breathing grew heavier as I pulled her pulsating cock from its trap. It grew thick and fast as I turned on her vibrator and in the darkness found its swollen head and suckled it greedily, enjoying the taste of her cock in my mouth. Jade groaned and I could hear her reaching out to the shelves either side of us to keep her balance, knocking various items from them with a loud clatter. I grinned, hoping no one would open the unlocked door, and sucked harder, working the entire shaft down my throat. As Jade's huge plug continued to vibrate and titillate her prostrate she groaned loudly and started thrusting deeper into my mouth, almost making me gag. Thick streams of cum crashed against the back of my throat and I swallowed instinctively, eyes widening as she continued to pour more cum into my mouth. Eventually she stopped and I could hear her sighing with pleasure as I licked the shaft clean. Suddenly a sound from behind the door caught our attention. "Hello? Miss Louise? Miss Jade?" It was Thomas and he'd returned with our lunch. Adrenalin lurched through my body as my heart beat faster with panic. I scrambled to the door and peered through the key hole to see Thomas standing in the doorway holding a large bag of food. He stood there for a moment and walked back out of the room. "Quick!" I whispered and scrabbled over to help Jade back into the device. It had been tricky enough to put it on in broad daylight, but we struggled with it in the dark, giggling uncontrollably. There was no question of leaving it behind; a dare was a dare. As we clicked it shut, I ran out of the room and sat at the large desk in the centre of the room, busily looking innocent whilst Jade readied herself in the cupboard. An idea sprang to mind and I quickly rummaged around in Jade's bag to find what I was looking for. As Jade sprang from the cupboard, her tight fitting dress now snugly wrapped around her wonderful thighs, Thomas entered the room once more and gave a cry of delight in finding us, his Welsh accent strong with surprise. "There you are!" he cried. "I was looking all over for you! Where did you go?" Moving some stray hair that had fallen over my eye and tucking it behind my ear I came out with an excuse that had Jade fighting back tears of laughter. "I needed a drink," I said and reached for the food he offered, assiduously ignoring Jade. The sandwiches were wonderful and as Jade bit into hers she gasped with delight, not from the food, but from the vibrator I had just turned on. She reached into her bag to turn mine on, and a look of concern crossed her face when she couldn't find the remote. "Something wrong?" I asked innocently. Jade gave me a sinful look and shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing that can't be fixed later," she replied. She spent the afternoon scheming revenge as her vibrator was left on full power and found herself unable to repay the favour to me. I chuckled as I patted the remote from her bag that I'd slid down my knee high boots just as Jade had entered. One Week Ch. 03 Just as we wrapped up and said our goodbyes, Jade sighed loudly. "Thank God for that!" she cried as we left the building and pulled our coats tight around us as a cold breeze lifted my skirt and cooled my legs. "It wasn't that bad," I responded, but Jade shook her head. "Not that," she replied. "The battery's died." She gave me a sly, sidelong look and hooked her arm through mine. "I will get revenge you know. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I will." I chuckled as I nestled my head next to hers. "We'll see. How about we get some food first and then some wine." "Deal, but let's go back to the hotel, get changed into something black, slinky and sexy and find somewhere expensive to eat." As we entered our room to get changed, Jade went to the cupboard and pulled out a dress bag. "Here," she said, and handed the bag to me. "I had the store deliver it here and Alice brought it up to the room." Intrigued, I opened the bag to find the most wondrous dress. Made from blue, shimmering silk, it seemed designed perfectly to fit me and I squealed with delight making Jade laugh. "Oh, thank you," I gushed and went to try it on, but not before Jade had me step out of my leather skirt and lean forward on the bed so that she could remove the huge plug. As she tugged, I worried that it was forever stuck in me, but as I pushed, it came rushing out with a sudden shock of pain that soon passed. I turned to see Jade brandishing the plug and amazed that I had been able to take it in. She grinned wickedly and whispered one word. "Revenge..." I kissed her on the cheek and turned her round so that I could help her out of her plug. With the same effort and gasp of pain, it came free and we helped each other out of our constrictive chastity device. As we unbuckled them, our cocks instantly started to stiffen, glad to be free from their constraints. Jade stepped forward and helped me remove the polo neck jumper I wore. Still wearing my corset and knee high boots I kissed her passionately, our lipstick covered lips mixing their colours. Jade, still in her dress, pushed me backwards until I was leaning against the drinks bar, where I realised her plan. The height was perfect and I sat on the bar, wrapping my legs around Jade's waist as she hitched up her dress. Still kissing, she thrust forward with her cock and entered my still lubricated arse. I gasped in pleasure as I felt it go deeper and deeper within me and leaned back to take her all in, my steel boned corset knocking on the cool surface. As Jade entered me fully, she unzipped her dress to reveal her wonderful breasts and pulled me up to kiss and fondle them as she thrust inside me in ever quickening motions. My arse was perched on the very tip of the edge of the bar to allow her entry and I grinned at the thought of Jade slipping in her five inch heels. She didn't though and pushed quicker and quicker as I fondled her breasts and teased her nipples. She gasped as I leaned down to bite one and began to climax inside me, pulling me up so that we could kiss as she reached down and stroked my excited cock jutting up between us. As she reached her climax, so did I and we continued to kiss passionately as she filled me with her cum. I wrapped my legs tighter around her waist, hooking my boots together by their heels and pushing her harder into me. As I felt her semen spurt inside my arse, I came as well, thick gushes of cum splattering our chins as we both giggled at the mess. Still we kissed as both our bodies sagged with relief. Jade started kissing my chin and neck carefully licking the cum from me. I could feel Jade getting smaller and leaned back whilst releasing my legs so that she could pull herself out. She leaned over and kissed me tenderly. "Come on you, let's grab a shower and go get something to eat." After we'd cleaned each other, I went to get dressed. Applying my make-up, I chose colours that would match the deep blue of the silk dress and show off my eyes. I kept the same varnish on my nails, but put in new earrings; long, diamond encrusted pieces that Jackie had bought me. As I put them in, I wondered at my change in fortunes. A little over a month ago, I had been living in a plain one bedroom flat with my TV and XBOX, and now I was driving around in Ferrari's wearing diamond earrings. Somehow, that wasn't important to me. These things were nice, but not what made me happy. Being with Jade made me happy. Having Jackie as a mother I never had made me happy. Being Louise made me happy. I'd happily live in a box if it meant I could be Louise. Easy to say those things when you have everything you want. The Gods were rolling their dice of Fate, and my innermost thoughts were to be tested soon. My worst fears would be realised, and everything I held dear would be taken from me. I little understood these things as Jade helped me into a new corset. The one I'd worn all day had become somewhat sticky after our sex on the bar, so I was trying a new one. It was a size smaller than the one I'd been used to, made from black satin and reaching from my pelvic bone to just below my breasts, or at least where they would be soon. I saw stars as Jade pulled it tight and exhaled quickly, regretting it as Jade used the opportunity to pull it tighter. Next came the new dress. It reached down to my ankles and had straps that clasped behind my neck. Tight around the body and loose around the legs, the bust was high, which meant that it would hide my fake breasts, but expose my thin shoulders and skinny arms. The back was open above the corset line so Jade glued my breasts to my chest and I held them in place as I stepped into the material, sighing with joy as the soft silk caressed my smooth skin. As she clasped the hooks behind my neck, I pulled up the zip along the side and walked to the mirror, suppressing a shiver of joy as a gust of wind blew in from the balcony and cooled the material against my skin. Every step was a pleasure as the skirts played gleefully in the wind and brushed against my legs. Jade pulled some strappy sandals from the cupboard and helped me into them. They had a platform base as the heels were a stunning six inch high stiletto. As she helped me to my feet, I kissed her tenderly and thanked her once more. "Anything for my love," she whispered and fetched me a clutch bag and a matching silken shawl made of the same material, but much thicker. As I stood in the mirror and learnt how best to wrap the shawl around me to ward of the cold winter night, I marvelled at the new skills I had to learn every day. Whilst I changed, Jade stepped into her dress, a leather Versace outfit that seemed to fit like a second skin. It wrapped around her legs to her ankles and had a small slit at the back to facilitate walking. The bust drooped low between her breasts and highlighted her ample cleavage. As I zipped her up, she smoothed the dress down and looked at herself in the mirror. She was stunning. Her green eyes highlighted by the black dress and luscious hair that framed her face. I stood next to her and we enjoyed a moment's peace before heading out to dance and drink and be merry. Thursday brought with it a pounding hangover and little memory of the previous night except for brief flashes of dancing that various blisters on my feet could attest to. Both Jade and I had crumpled in a heap on the bed fully clothed in the early hours of the morning and as I woke, I could hear her snoring ever so softly. We'd fallen asleep whilst holding hands and I gently eased my palm from hers and padded to the bathroom to change out of my dress. I was pleased to see that it had survived the night fully intact and I quietly hung it back up in its bag. As I showered, scrubbing the nights from my skin and grimacing as the water pounded my tender skull, I quickly ran an epilator over my legs to catch any stray hairs that had survived the waxing process and stepped from the shower to go through my daily moisturising process using the finest mousse crème from The Sanctuary. I noticed that my skin already felt softer from the hormones and fancied that I could see the beginnings of a bulge on my chest. I knew that to be a fantasy as it had only been a few days, but it gave me pleasure to imagine it anyway as I plucked a few stray hairs from my eyebrows to keep them slim and shaped. Jade entered as I was leaving, rubbing sleep from her eyes and looking pale. "Ugh," she said and I smiled. Even hung over, she looked beautiful. I kissed her cheek and left her to clean herself up as I went to change. I put on some thick black tights and then chose a thick woollen jumper dress that hugged my figure down to my knees. It had a thick, rolled up neck that kept out the cold. Looking out of the window as I buckled a thick belt around my waist, I saw that winter had truly set in and black, stormy clouds hung pallid in the air over the bay. As steam from the shower wafted lazily from under the door, I slipped into my knee high boots with the killer heels and went downstairs to order breakfast and settle the bill. Jade slept all the way home as I sped down the M4 back to London. Jackie was waiting for us as I pulled into the drive and greeted us warmly, offering the pair of us little sympathy for our respective hangovers. "Hair of the dog is what you need!" she declared and ushered us into the grand house in which we now lived. It had been her home for decades and was sumptuously decorated. She had lived a lonely life and was only too glad to welcome us into it. As she brewed some strong coffee in her lavish kitchen, she explained that it was the fifth anniversary of the club she part owned and wanted us to join her there. I sighed inwardly, knowing what such events were like. I was still hung over and wanted to curl up on the sofa and sleep. "There'll be some work involved too, I'm afraid. Whilst you're there, I'd like the pair of you to go through the rights of ownership documents." Jade frowned, puzzled why she would be asking such a thing. Jackie answered the unspoken question. "I bought it with a few friends years ago, one of whom was Emma." Our eyes widened in shock as Jackie revealed how they had once been friends, but it had soon soured. "So I bought her share of the club and thought that the end of it." She shrugged with great sadness. "Now it seems she's bought some shares from a silent partner recently and I'd like to know what we can do about it. I don't know what she's done, or why, but I want her out of it." She chewed her lips with worry and I walked over to embrace her. "Of course we'll do it, won't we Jade?" She nodded and walked over to comfort Jackie. "Whatever she's up to, we'll stop it. Now, I assume there's some kind of theme tonight involving rubber and gags and plugs and general debauchery?" Jackie gave a short bark of a laugh, relieved to move on from a difficult topic. "Not at all hun, we're being clichéd tonight and going for a Vicars and Tarts theme!" I chuckled and arched an eyebrow at Jade. "I'm sure we can come up with something!" Jade grinned before responding. "And I don't think any of us will be going as Vicar either!" We headed upstairs to get ready. Though it was early, I wanted to change and go over to the club before the party started to look at the documents. I'd rather people be sober if I needed them to answer any questions. Jade concurred and walked into the wardrobe to pick out some items as I sat on the bed and pulled off my knee high boots. Jade entered holding some clothes behind her back. "Left or right?" she asked. I couldn't see what she was holding, so picked left. She held out a black, rubber mistress dress with a high collar and Japanese writing on the breast. I later found out it meant spirit. It was laced with a red hem running around it. With her right hand, she showed a matching dress but in red with a black hem. "I thought we weren't going in rubber?!" I exclaimed. Jade chuckled. "No," she replied. "We're not going in gags and plugs. Rubber and debauchery are kinda a prerequisite in a fetish club!" I smiled and pulled my woollen dress over my head and tugged the tights from my legs. I didn't need to do my make-up, nails or hair, and wanted to get to the club quickly. As I undressed so that I stood there in just a corset and bra, Jade walked over and helped me into the dress. It had long sleeves, so first she rubbed some special oil onto my arms to help me get into the tight fitting heavy rubber. Pulling the dress up over my knees slowly, I let the material warm before stretching it too much over my body as Jade yanked it tight behind me so the zipper could be done. I slipped my arms through the sleeves and eased the rubber along. "Hold tight," whispered Jade in my ear and pulled the zip up. I held my breath as the dress pushed the air from my body and zipped all the way up my neck, forcing me to hold my head high and straight. I was unable to sit in such a tight dress and wondered how we were going to get any work done. Next I helped Jade into her dress and laughed as she struggled into it. Once we were done, we helped each other into our shoes. I wore red court shoes with a seven inch stiletto and a strap across the ankle that was padlocked shut. Jade wore the same shoes, but in black. I held the key to hers and she to mine. As we finished, Jackie entered wearing a rubber mermaid dress that she'd yet to zip down fully so she could walk. She looked stunning and glowed with pride as we told her. "You don't look so bad yourself ladies," she said. "Now do you think you can walk in those shoes and that dress?" It was touch and go, but we managed it. Jackie drove. Neither Jade nor I could drive in our shoes and Jackie enjoyed playing chauffer. I was regretting not putting our ridiculously high heels on later as we arrived at the club and had to take the stairs up several floors as the lifts were broken. The club was eerily quiet as we entered. During my last visit here, I had been completely encased in rubber, so this was the first time that I actually saw it. The club was tastefully decorated and lacked the seediness that so many fetish clubs had. The lighting was tastefully done and the massive space divided into several areas and floors. The place was huge, and my feet started to hurt as Jackie showed us to her office and took out all her documents. "All the owners will be here within the next hour or so. Feel free to ask them anything you want," explained Jackie as she left us to pour over the documents. Unfortunately, when Emma had drawn up the deeds all those years ago and she had done her job well. Whatever else could be said about her, she was good at her job. It was almost as if she'd left loopholes and backdoors that only she could exploit on purpose. It was very much as if she'd known what would happen and had planned her revenge. I felt sad for her in some ways. She was never able to trust anyone and made plans for payback in everything she did. Looking at her work, I realised what a formidable enemy she was. As we worked on, unable to sit properly in our dresses or stand for long in our shoes, sounds of music and laughter percolated through the closed door. The party was starting to get underway. Around eight, after many hours of what felt like failure, Jackie burst in and sat next to us. She buzzed with excitement, clearly happy to be around her friends and put a flute of champagne next to each of us. "Well?" she asked. She looked expectant, hoping that we'd been able to come up with some miracle, but we hadn't. Jade shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry Jackie, but if Emma wants this place and people are willing to sell shares, there's nothing you can do about it. You've worked in this field longer than us, you know it's watertight." Jackie sighed heavily, accepting the answer she already knew. "I know hun, I was just hoping my little pair of geniuses could find some answer." She brightened up suddenly, though neither of us was fooled. "C'mon you two, grab your drinks and let's go dance!" She helped me up and I helped Jade stand before taking our flutes and leaving the little office behind to join the party. A wall of noise and laughter barraged us as we entered the club. Around me, people in all manner of fetish gear milled around, enjoying the music, the drink and the company. The atmosphere was friendly and warm and Jade and I soon relaxed. From her handbag, Jade produced a pair of handcuffs and chained us together at the wrist. She kissed me warmly and shrugged. "I couldn't find one for the hips," she said and dragged me to the nearly empty dance floor. My feet protested, especially after last night's dancing, but the champagne had gone to my head and I began to enjoy the feel of the rubber as Jade caressed it whilst dancing close to me. Soon we were joined by many more as the dance floor filled up and the hours sped by. "Hello you two! I didn't recognise you without the hoods on, but you sure are hard to forget missy!" I spun on my heels at the sound of the voice to be confronted by a tall, athletic and handsome man with a South American drawl. He was wearing leather pants, a cowboy hat and boots and nothing else. His torso gleamed in the light and I saw that he'd oiled it. I grinned with joy at seeing him and Jade held out her arms to give him a warm hug. "Brandon!" she cried. "How are you?" He doffed his cap and winked at the pair of us. "I'm good thank you for asking ma'am. My, don't you two make a pretty pair?" We blushed at the complement. Brandon had that affect. The last time we'd seen him, he'd introduced me to the wonders of the threesome. It was then that I noticed he was holding a lead in his hand and he pulled it gently towards him as he introduced us to his partner for the night. "Ladies, this is my good friend...well, today you can call her Red Rum." Jade grinned as Red Rum bowed to us. She was wearing a tight fitting rubber catsuit that highlighted her huge breasts and slim waist, attenuated by a thick rubber corset wrapped outside the material. On her feet she wore shoes that looked like hooves and kept her permanently on her tiptoes and raised her by a good eight inches. Her hands were similarly garbed and over her head she wore a hood covered with horse paraphernalia. Several straps criss crossed her head, two of them holding ears aloft and another holding a thick bit in place that her full ruby red lips were curled around. Between her legs she had a long horse hair tail, the strands of which were attached to a butt plug inserted through a zip opening in her rear end. A thick collar was clasped around her neck preventing any movement to which a chain and lead was attached. I had never seen such an outfit and Brandon was clearly pleased with his catch. I bowed formally, or as much as I could in the dress I wore and with a grin spoke loudly so as to be heard over the thumping music. "How do you do Red Rum, my name is Louise." Unable to bend, her greeting was muted and I took the chain from Brandon and led them to a booth over to the side of the club. Jade ordered champagne as we passed the bar and we all sat to discuss events and catch up. Brandon's guest was unable to sit in her outfit and so remained standing as we caught up. We'd barely spoken to Brandon the first time we'd met, lust and drink making short work of foreplay. As the evening wore on, he regaled us with stories from back home and we delighted in his company. He was easy going and quick to laugh. After several bottles of champagne, Jade headed to the bar and came back brandishing a pair of keys. "So, who thinks we've talked enough?" We all raised our hands and quickly headed to one of the "entertainment" rooms the club held. Brandon led Red Rum by her chain and we weaved through the crowded dance floor to a sumptuously decorated door that Jade inserted her key into. Inside, the room was dimly lit and a large bed dominated the centre. Around the room were various toys hanging from hooks in the wall, but we ignored these as Jade turned to kiss me, allowing Brandon to shut the door behind us. One Week Ch. 04 First of all, a huge apology for making it such a long wait! I'd written Louise's revenge a long time ago, but hated it and deleted the whole story. It took a long time to find something I was happy with and then even longer to get round to writing it; the sex, for me, has to resonate and be different each time, so I had to do some exploring of my own.... Finally, it was the wonderful emails I received over the last few years, most of them very kind and thankful and most asking for a finale and some closure. There were even a few angry ones, but they, in some ways, spurred me on to finish the story. I hope you enjoy the story, it may take a while until it gets to the "action", but i hope that you enjoy the characters as much as I do; if you've made it this far, then I guess you do! Once again, a big thank you for all of your support. This story is for you. Louise Xxx Prologue I don't know how long I'd been awake or if I'd even slept that night. A cool breeze from an open window had drifted through the room, chilling the satin of my neglige and the soft silk of my bed sheets. The large King Size bed felt empty without Jade and I'd subconsciously taken to sleeping on her pillow, crying softly as her wondrous scent faded with time. It had been 3 months since the accident and soon I'd find out if my carefully laid plans would come to fruition. Working through every facet of my machinations, I chewed my lip until the bitter taste of blood brought me back to some form of reality. I'd drifted through the last few months in a daze. But today would be different. Today it would all change. Realising that it was pointless to try and pursue sleep further, I stepped out of bed and wrapped a silk kimono around myself. Catching a glance in the moonlit mirror, I secretly delighted at the perfectly formed breasts that pushed at the kimono. They'd been created to perfection, a nice C cup that still tingled when I moved or when the soft satin of my neglige brushed delicately against it. I hated Jackie's house, resenting it's opulence and grandeur as I padded down the carpeted stairs. The house was empty, haunted by its loss, my footsteps echoing gloomily down the long corridors and high ceilings. In the kitchen, I switched the Nespresso on and bade it produce a caffeine infused drink to clear my foggy head. Curling up on a comfy chair in the conservatory, I tucked my legs under myself in a feminine manner that now came second nature to me and watched the sun rise, its warmth chasing away a winter reluctant to relinquish its grip on the country. A soft chime on my phone alerted me to a new email, and I swiped the screen with a long, perfectly manicured nail painted a deep purple to unlock it and read the mail. It was absorbing and I was swiftly lost in its contents. As I finished it, chuckling at the content, another email popped into my inbox. I'd been waiting a long time for this particular one and grinned at the news. A swift check of the tabloid websites confirmed the news with some sufficiently lurid details. It had even made the front page of the Independent and Times. I sighed contentedly and finished my coffee. As I made my way to the kitchen, the house phone rang, klaxon loud in such a large, barely occupied house. I dropped my cup with fright. It was the loudest noise this house had heard in some time and I'd grown accustomed to the quiet. Checking the clock on the kitchen wall, and wondering who could be calling at such an early hour, I stepped over the smashed crockery and headed to the hallway where an old fashioned phone nestled on a stand between the two stairways that curled up to the first floor. "Hello?" I said, picking up the heavy receiver. "Louise here." I marvelled at how feminine my voice now sounded and how I didn't think of myself as anything but Louise, despite what was still nestled between my legs. A throaty chuckle sounded at the other end of the receiver. The voice, when it came, was slightly parched and strained, but my spirits soared as I heard it. "You going to come and pick me up then or what?" I squealed with delight, dropping the phone and sprinting upstairs as fast as I could. The receiver clattered on the floor and I could hear a panicked voice coming from it. "Louise? Louise? You ok? What's going on?!" "I'm on my way!" I screamed over my shoulder as I ran to my bedroom and pulled out some clothes to wear. Grabbing some silky knickers, I shimmied them up my recently waxed legs and tucked my cock into a pouch woven into the underside. Taking some skinny jeans, I threw them on, and, eschewing a polo neck jumper more suited to the weather, I grabbed a silk strappy top that would show off the fact that I had a wondrous new pair of breasts. Rushing to the mirror, I quickly applied some make up. I'd had painful electrolysis yet enjoyed the benefits of smooth, hairless skin on my face. It took a few moments to apply some eyeliner and make my eyes look larger and more alluring, some rouge to colour my pale complexion and some lipstick to moisten them up with some colour. Keeping the scheme natural, I chuckled at how I would have gone for something a bit more slutty at the beginning of my transformation, but now reserved that for evenings out, not a trip to the hospital. Taking my long hair in one hand, I pulled it back and, with the other, wrapped a band round to give me a pony tail. I no longer needed to wear wigs and had long ago lost my nervousness about going out in public. I hadn't been read for a long time. To ward off the cold, I took a leather jacket from the cupboard and zipped it up enough to give some warmth, but not too high to hide my breasts. I wanted her to see them as soon as I arrived at the hospital. Slipping into my favourite knee high boots with a pointed toe and a five inch spike of a heel, I headed to the car and took off at pace, the wheels from the Ferrari spewing out gravel from beneath them. As I headed to the hospital, my mind drifted to the first email I'd received that morning. It had brought confirmation that my revenge on Emma had brought with it some surprising, but hardly unexpected benefits. Now, Dear Reader, having made it this far on my journey with me, I understand that there are two things you've waited patiently to discover. Who survived that horrendous car crash other than myself? And how did I go about seeking my vengeance? I'm afraid you will have to wait until I get to the hospital to find who survived. Every story has to have a beginning, a middle and an end. A proper order of things. I'll start with my revenge. I'm no killer, though I had been tempted by such violence. I wanted Emma's destruction to be complete. I wanted her life ruined. Every facet needed to be completely desecrated. Nothing would be safe. I wanted her to feel what I felt. Jackie and Jade had shown me a world of love and happiness. That was gone now. The last few months had been empty. Hollow. Despair had engulfed me, swamped the very core of my being. That would be repaid. With interest. As I contemplated the morning's headlines, I felt some warmth of satisfaction. Revenge is petty and for the weak I was told. Screw that. The villany I was taught, I executed. I went hard and bettered the instruction. In order to enjoy my revenge as I did, I will allow the contents of my first email that day to be divulged. May I introduce you to Nick and his diary. Emailed so I may understand the extent of his gratitude. It took a long time to find him, but once I did, I knew straight away that he was the one. He was perfect. As I destroyed Emma, I gave him a life he never knew he wanted. Cosmic Karma. There's a set of cosmic scales balancing out as we speak. Chapter One Epiphany. It's an oft used word that has very little meaning now. Yet I've had one. A mind blowing, earth shattering revelation that has completely changed my life for the better. Before my epiphany, I was drifting through a life devoid of meaning or even emotion. Sure, most people looked on jealously as my career took off. I got casting calls every week to star in the next big porno, and I was paid to screw the most beautiful women who didn't care if the camera was on or off or what they were asked to do. The money was handsome, and I had a big house overlooking Greenwich park and anything I could ask for. Thing was, I felt numb. Desensitised to the world. Like it was happening, but I was an observer. My life was happening to someone else and I was just a passenger in this person's brain. That is, until I met her. The most beautiful and stunning person of body and mind you could ever hope to meet. She changed everything. Took one look at me, knew what was wrong and fixed it. She used me too, but I let her. Who wouldn't? It started after the last day of shooting my latest film. Shutting the film crew from my mind, I mechanically went through the motions as the stunning blonde dropped to her knees and took my cock in her well practised mouth. She groaned excessively as I thrust deep into her throat, my large member filling her completely as she struggled to contain it. Mumbling through the "script", I let my mind drift as I let myself meander to a climax, deciding what film I would watch that night and what food I needed to get on the way home. "Cut!" yelled the director, a corpulent man with permanently wet lips that dribbled slightly when he spoke. He continuously dabbed them with a damp tissue as he gave an exuberant appraisal of my performance. I shrugged off the praise as I tugged on my jeans and pulled out my phone to check my messages. There was one from Artie asking to call him, so I said my goodbyes and left, barely registering the coy farewell from the blonde who moments ago had squealed with delight as I'd ejaculated over her face and breasts. Stepping into my car, I dialled Artie, rubbing my eyes wearily as he answered the phone with his usual phrase. "Fanny Adams massage parlour, how can I help you?" His deep voice rumbled down the phone and I chuckled softly. "Christ Artie, you not get bored saying that?" "Nope," came the swift reply. He spoke rapidly, as he always did, his sentences spraying out in a staccato rhythm as if his tongue struggled to keep up with his thoughts. Knowing Artie, it probably did. "Got a new job for you kid," he began. He always called me kid despite being only four years older. "This one'll pay you triple. Means you can take that mini break you've been moaning about for the last two years. Asked for you specifically." "Oh yeah?" I asked, suddenly intrigued. Not at being asked for specifically; that had happened plenty of times as my profile grew, but the increased wages were interesting. I'd been asking for a break now for a while, but Artie kept taking contracts on my behalf, wanting to "strike while the iron's hot" or some such rubbish. "What're they asking for?" I said. "You know I won't do any of that weird shit some of your other clients do." Artie's rumbling laugh echoed down the phone. "None of that," he replied, humour still lacing his tone. "They're a new company wanting to make quality stuff for the more upmarket crowd, none of this internet drivel that's killing the market. Good old fashioned porn. Contract's here waiting for you to sign." "Same old?" I asked. "Same old," he said. "Body and soul for three days, four shoots, four orgies or whatever they want. Same old." "No worries, I'll be round later to sign it." I hung up and turned on the car, giving little thought to the contract. Had I not been drifting through the days, I'd have read that contract properly and not signed it. But I did. With a flourish and a joke with Artie about the next few months I'd have off whilst he sweated over his more salubrious clients. I slept well that night, a whirlwind trip across Europe, the Steppe and China my last wondrous thoughts that day. I woke refreshed and ready for my last shoot for months. I went for the usual morning run that kept my body trim and took a long, hot shower that cleansed every pore of my body. After a large breakfast to fuel up for the day, I hopped in my car and drove to the designated site, a disused warehouse on the Docks that had somehow survived the culling for the 2012 Olympics. A bustle of vehicles crowded the parking area and I noted that all the equipment being transported by efficient looking men and women into the building looked brand new, backing up Artie's theory about a new kid on the block. I stepped out of my car and walked to the main entrance to be greeted by the most stunning woman that I'd ever met. She was dressed in a figure hugging black dress that clung to the contours of her body as if she'd been poured into it. She moved with elegance and grace despite the five inch heeled patent black court shoes that she wore and a dress that prevented much movement of the legs at any point above the knee. Her long dark hair hung in ponytail draped artfully over one shoulder, highlighting a sensuously curved neck and long platinum earrings that sparkled in the morning sun as the light flickered off the Hearts of Stone diamonds. Her eyes were playful; daring as if promising untold sexual pleasures and her lips, full, yet well defined, were raised in an open smile that beguiled the senses. Her eyes were deep, green pools of sex dappled with brown, yet her mouth showed an innocence that sucked you in. Her low cut dress showed her cleavage to full effect and for the first time in my life, I stammered and sputtered like a smitten school boy and took her outstretched hand. It was soft and firm, well manicured with bright red varnish to match her lips. "I'm..er...hi. I'm..." I mumbled. The Goddess in front of me gave a throaty chuckle. "I'm Louise," she said. Her voice soft and gentle, yet quiet. "You must be Nick. I've been expecting you." I followed her into the building, watching her arse sway in her heels as she led me passed the crew and a mock up of an old victorian bedroom and into my dressing room. I barely heard a word of what she had said. It was like a light had switched on in her presence and I was no longer day dreaming. I couldn't understand why. As she led me into my room, she pointed at a clothes rack to my side and told me to choose what I wanted to wear for the first session. "You'll do two sessions today and tomorrow and one the day after. I hope that's to your satisfaction?" She turned on her heels and faced me with the full force of her beauty. It took me a moment to realise that she was speaking. "Oh, yes. Sorry, I don't seem to have woken up yet," I lied and shook her hand once more. Having no idea what the plot of the "film" was about, I asked if she had a script or any specifics that I needed to do. Louise let slip a chuckle and indicated the rack of clothes beside her. "These will tell you all you need to know," she said. "Annie will be in shortly to help with your make-up" With that, she walked gracefully out of the room. I sighed and looked around. It was spacious with plenty of mirrors and good lighting. The walls were painted a light shade of blue and it looked clean and inviting. I'd been in some dingy dressing rooms in my time and was pleased that the next few days would go smoothly if this was anything to go by. I moved to the dressing rack and paused, confusion marring my features. The rack was filled with women's clothing, all manner of dresses and underwear. On a stand next to it, sat many pairs of shoes all with the tallest of heels. It didn't take long to work out what sort of porno I was making. "Fuck," I swore under my breath. "I knew it was too good to be true." I stormed out of the room to find Louise, my anger and disappointment clouding my lust from earlier. She'd made it as far as the set and was directing her crew to make some subtle adjustments to the studio. She had exacting standards it would seem. "Louise," I called as I approached. "A word if you please?" She turned to me, with a knowing smile on her face. She was, quite simply, breathtaking. I refused to let it quell my anger. "I was wondering how long it would take," she said. She seemed unfazed, even expectant of my anger. "Come. Follow me to my office. Let's have a drink and a chat." Chapter 2 "Look," I said, as Louise put a bottle of beer in front of me and sat on the edge of the desk, slightly to my side. Her room was opulent, yet tastefully decorated. Soft hues and textures mixed with dark woods and leather. Though it was early, I took the proffered drink and sipped the cool liquid. "I've seen all manner of porn films, filmed all sorts, but I'm not into the trannie scene. My reputation will take a hit I can't afford to take. The industry is going down the pan and I need to take what I can get before I can't make any kind of living any more. It's a great contract and offer, but I can't take it. Long term, I can't afford to be made a laughing stock of." Louise looked at me expectantly, waiting for my argument to peter out. When she saw that I was done, she asked a simple question. "What if no one knew it was you?" "No one's that good," I replied. "Besides, it's not my thing." Louise leaned forward, put one hand on my chest, where we could both feel my heart pounding and looked at me closely. She was centimetres away, her perfume filling my nostrils with its intoxicating scent. When she spoke, the words cut into my soul. "You're dead inside Nick. I can see it in your eyes. I've been looking a long time for the right person, and that one is you. There's no joy in your days. You yearn for something else. Something different. You look at yourself in a mirror, yet don't see anything. Life is but ash to you. The problem? You don't know what it is you seek. I do." She leaned closer, now whispering in my ear. "I can wake you up. Give me one second of your time. Just one. And I will make you see yourself." I'm a sceptic. I don't trust. I don't believe, and I have little faith. Least of all in humanity, of which I see it at its most base. But there and then, I'd have signed my soul to her. Every word she said struck home. She'd verbalised what I'd only begun to think. With parched throat and my heart beating loudly, I nodded assent. Chapter 3 "How did you know?" I asked as I gazed at myself in the mirror. What stared back was stunning. Louise was right. It only took one second and I was forever changed. Louise smiled, somehow sad yet pleased. "I stood as you do now but three months past." I stared in shock. She'd had me fooled, even more, had me lusting after her perfect femininity. "You're..." Now Louise chuckled, a throaty sound that tickled my encased cock. "I am," she said. A simple statement, yet full of so much. I stared back in the mirror, amazed once more. This felt so right. It hadn't at first. Louise had walked me to my dressing room, and opened a door I had assumed led to a cupboard, but instead led to a large, tiled bathroom filled with all manner of exotic scents and toiletries. She pointed a well manicured hand to a razor. "Take that, make yourself smooth. I'll take my promised second, but not yet. I don't want to see any hair on your body. Your face," she said as she curled her nail down my stubble, the rasping sound all there was between us. "Shave close. Once I've had my second, we can talk about longer terms fixes." As she walked out, her heels loud on the tiled floor, I marvelled at how I'd been so easily manipulated. Her words had struck a chord, yet it was her physical presence that had made it so easy to be manipulated. I'd had sex, through work and recreation with more women than I could count, yet I had been attracted to very few. As I stepped into the shower, I picked up the feminine razor and used the scented foam to cleanse my body of hair. One Week Ch. 04 It took some time and when I was done, the whole room had filled with steam. I patted myself dry and used some body mousse that had been left in a prominent position to make my skin soft. I noticed immediately how the towel felt differently and even moving my legs brought shivers of pleasure. My world view was shifting. As I stepped into the main dressing room, Louise stood up from where she'd been sitting, putting her iPad away as she did so. "Excellent," she said as she appraised me, one eyebrow raised in a teasing manner. She moved swiftly toward me and pulled the towel from my waist. Given the profession I was in, I didn't even blink. Instead of keeping hold of it, she wrapped it round my chest as if I was a woman hiding her breasts. "The first advice from me to you hon," she said as she tucked the towel into itself. "Even when no one is looking, think, act, walk, talk like a woman and soon you'll be one in everything that matters." "But I'm not..." I started to protest, but was swiftly hushed. "One second remember. I haven't had that yet." She moved me to the mirrored dresser with lights shinning round it and began to apply a foundation to hide any traces of stubble shadow. As she did so, she nattered away quite happily, teaching me the ins and outs of what to do. I found it fascinating, how you would use darker blush under the jaw to help hide the masculine set or how to hide tired shadows under the eyes, line the lips before putting lipstick on. Which lipstick to use for the day or the evening. How to put make up on for the daytime and then add some colour for the evening. She painted my nails a crimson red, chuckling whilst she did so. "Don't get used to this," she said. "I'm doing it this once. Either you use the make up artist or do it yourself." "So why are you doing it now?" I asked. I enjoyed the attention she gave me and would have loved to spend more time with her. She gave a sad smile and for a second I could see a depth of pain and loneliness that I could barely fathom. "I'm repaying a favour," she replied enigmatically. Before I could press any further, she bade me stand up and led me to a cupboard next to the racks of clothes. She opened some draws and pulled out all manner of satin and silk underwear. I balked slightly at the sight of it, realising what I was about to willingly do. Steeling myself, I reached for the proffered garments. "Roll up the stockings and place them on your toes, then gently pull them up," advised Louise. I'd seen enough women do this to know what I needed to do. What I didn't know was how sensual it felt. My legs tingled with excitement at the feel of the silk as I drew them up my soft and hair free legs. The tops of the stockings had a rubber style band around the inside. "They're to hold the stockings up so they don't fall down," said Louise as she passed me some black satin knickers. As I stepped into them, shuddering with pleasure as the satin rubbed against my stocking legs, I felt my cock begin to stir. Inside, they had a pouch for my to put my cock in and was glad to be able to tuck it away before it showed my excitement. It had a thick G-string that rode up my arse, but kept my cock firmly in place. "Turn around," ordered Louise as she pulled the pink towel from my chest. I did as bade and raised my arms so that she could put them through the straps of a corset. From behind, Louise pulled the satin, steel boned corset around my waist and made me slot the metal pins on one side into the catches on the other. Once I'd finished, she asked me to lean forward. As I did so, the breath from my lungs was savagely expelled as she pulled the corset tight, constricting my already waspish waist even further. The corset came higher than most as it contained a pair of breast forms that were cleverly concealed. Louise came round the front and clasped the bra style top part containing the silicon breasts closed. "Don't look in the mirror just yet," ordered Louise. "The corset will make you walk more upright, like a woman and force you to breath more with your chest. I've got one with suspenders, after all, you are making a porno. That's why I've given you this corset. We can't have your falsies falling out of a bra when you take your top off." I gulped in fear. Louise's words brought home what I was about to do. Niche work I said I'd never do. What was more worrying, was the stirring of my trapped cock at the thought of doing it. Louise then had me step into a satin Coast dress that hugged my figure as I brought it up past my stocking encased legs, past my corset and then asked me to slip my arms through the sleeves so that she could zip up the rear. The dress had a high neck, with sleeves that only covered my shoulder, enough to hide the corset's bra straps. The inside of the dress was satin lined and I closed my eyes with pleasure as Louise zipped it up, encasing me in a world of soft satin. My movements were restricted as I was led to a seat, the corset kept my back and stance straight, my breathing steady, and the dress kept my legs together, the silk stockings rubbing each other when I walked. As I sat, the tight dress clutched me tighter, my legs had to cross over each other as a woman would sit and I had to sit straight, perched on the seat, not slouched as I normally would have. Louise handed me a pair of court shoes with a five inch heel. I panicked as I took them from her. As I tried to bend to put them on, I realised I couldn't move my legs up or bend down far enough. I looked up to see Louise laughing. "I'm sorry hon," she said and took the shoes from me so that she could put them on for me. "It takes some getting used to, but you will." "Not in three days I won't," I replied. Louise didn't answer, but had me stand so that she could teach me how to walk. In such a tight dress and corset, I struggled, but soon had mastered the art of which muscles to move, how to balance and how to get moving. I was ungainly moving at first, but once I got moving, it came more easily. "Now for some bling." Louise put some platinum bangles on my right wrist, and an expensive looking watch on my left. She put a long necklace over my head that sparkled brightly against the black satin on my dress. It was elegant and stylish. She gave me some rings to put on each hand, the size just right for my fingers. I marvelled at how my hands looked with sparkling diamonds at one end and bright red tips at the other. "And now for the hair. This will complete you." She showed me a long blonde wig and explained how to look after it, how to wear it and how to make sure that it stayed onto my head. "I had thought blonde to be too obvious, but with your complexion and fair hair, it'll work a treat. Now, close your eyes. Let me adjust this bit. Perfect. Take my hand hun." Louise took my hand and led me across the room to what I assumed would be the full length mirror sat opposite the entrance. "I asked for one second Nick. Here it is." I opened my eyes to see a stunning blonde stood in the mirror. Louise was right. It took one second. I knew who I was now. Knew who I wanted to be and how to do this. "Welcome to the world Nicola. I'm very pleased to meet you." Chapter 4 I stepped out of the dressing room and was led by Louise to the main staging area where we'd be shooting. I was petrified. Scared witless that they would all turn and laugh, but was astonished when the group of twenty or so staff turned at Louise's introduction, appraised me for a few seconds, then burst into spontaneous and heartfelt applause. "Now then," Louise called when the applause had died down. "We have work to do!" Chapter 5 Louise spent twenty minutes coaching me to use my voice. The trick, she said was to not use my throat as I normally would. It wasn't about raising the pitch, so much as getting rid of the depth and timbre associated with a male voice. It took some doing as I often slipped between the masculine and the feminine, but eventually she was satisfied. I was a keen student. I wanted this to work. Now that I'd found Nicola, I didn't want to let her go. As I worked with my patient and wondrous voice coach, the film crew made adjustments to the set behind me. They had a blueprint that Louise, looking over when not helping me, directed with a firm hand. There were exacting instructions that had to be followed. When she was satisfied with the set and with my voice, she stood from her chair and smoothed her skirt with a delicate flick of her wrists. She was so feminine, and naturally so, that I marvelled at what lay between her legs. If I could achieve a fraction of what she had become, I would be pleased. She took my hand in hers and led me to the bedroom set. "You've met Angel?," she asked as she had me sit on the bed. She adjusted my poise, tucked my legs more closely together and had me sit in an elegant pose. I felt self conscious in my outfit, but the whole crew was relaxed and I saw a few admiring glances from some of them, gender seeming to make no difference from whom the looks came from. I nodded that I knew Angel. She was a stunning blonde who I'd worked with before. I felt a pang of anxiety at how she would react to me now, but quickly stifled it. I wanted to get the shoot over with so that I could start exploring this world that Louise had thrust me into. Angel wasn't like the other women I'd worked with. She'd seemed aloof and hadn't thrown herself at me like the others. I'd found her distant. Seeing as that was something I'd been accused of several times before, I was hardly one to judge. I realised that Louise was asking me a question and shook myself from my reverie. "I'm sorry, what was that?" Louise chuckled. She seemed able to read my thoughts. "Angel knows. She's excited about meeting you. The lights are dim, but the camera's don't need it. I want this to look natural, as if we aren't here. Block us out. You know what to do?" I realised that I had no idea whatsoever. "No," I answered honestly. "I've not got a clue." Louise cupped my cheek with a warm hand. "Perfect," she said enigmatically and walked from the set, the darkness outside of the lighting swallowing her up. I gulped, feeling completely alone on a large King Size bed, perched on the edge with one leg crossed over the other. Glancing around the room, it looked just as if this was someone's home. Nothing like the basic sets I'd worked on before. The satin sheets of the bed seemed intent on sliding me off, the satin of my dress providing little grip and I dug my heels in the floor to keep my balance. As I struggled to sit on the bed, a large, oak panelled door slid open and in walked Angel. She was stunning, but that wasn't what took my breath away. She was dressed in the same black dress as me, her blonde haired styled as mine. She wore the same five inch heel shoes that clicked loudly on the wooden floor as she stalked towards me. She had the greyest eyes I'd seen and full, ripe lips that oozed sexual pleasure. She smiled as she met me and I could see for the first time, genuine emotion and pleasure. I moved to stand, but she pushed me onto my back with a well manicured hand. The nails were painted the same colour as mine. In my corset and tight dress, I was helpless as she exerted a little pressure to push me back. "Now this," she said, appraising me with undisguised lust. "This is much better." Her hands were electrifying as she rubbed them over my satin encased body, nails dragging along the silk of the stockings as they teased my legs. I couldn't be sure if this was an act or not, but she was clearly aroused. I was used to taking the lead, being the dominant one in my films, but here was something new. In the dim lighting, I couldn't see the crew. It was as if we were completely alone. I had no idea what to do, so followed her lead. Caressing her body with my hands, she moaned as I touched her in the same spots that were causing electric ripples to course through me. We kissed, our lipstick making the kiss softer and smoother than I'd known. I moved to her neck as she straddled me, the tight corset stopping me from bending up too much. I moved to lift the skirt of my dress up, but she batted my hands away, instead pulling hers up to reveal that she had no knickers on. Still on my back, she started to move her knees up towards my shoulders. Pinning my arms down, she lifted herself so that she could hold onto the pillars of the bed and lower her pussy onto my eager mouth. She was already moist and as I lapped at the warm juices flowing from her mound, my tongue finding her clit and working around it to bring her to climax. She screamed wildly as I kept working her and started bucking, grinding down hard on my lips as she orgasmed. Once done, she moved down, unpinning me as she sighed contentedly and kissing me gently on the lips, her sex mingling between us. "Definitely much better," she whispered, her voice filled with lust. Her hands found the hem of my skirt and lifted, with some effort, the hem past my arse. As she did so, I pulled the knickers holding my cock in place and it sprang out eagerly. In all of the porno's I'd done, I'd never really felt lust. It was all mechanical. Though skinny and small, my cock wasn't and that's what kept me in work. For the first time in as long as I could remember, lust clouded my mind. I was desperate for sex. Angel could see this and a teasing look caught her features. "Slow down hon," she said. "I'm in charge." With that, she took my engorged cock in her hand and started to massage it slowly, positioning herself so that she could slide onto it. Acutely aware of my corset, satin dress, silk stockings and high heels, I was in a heavenly world of bliss. The fact that Angel matched me in appearance and dress heightened the sexual pleasure. At this point Angel manoeuvred my legs open, having me lie as a woman would in the missionary position. She then had hers as closed as possible so that she could still take my cock into her warm pussy and lie between my open legs. She then thrust gently as if she was the one with the cock. I wrapped my legs around her, the heels of my shoes locking with each other and the stockings rubbing against her satin dress. The corset kept me firmly in place and I started to moan loudly as I felt myself starting to climax, my hands reaching up and holding Angel close to me. It was a feeling unlike anything I'd felt before and I felt Angel starting to do the same, her cheeks colouring as she did so. As she thrust against me, I orgasmed as if for the first time in my life. I screamed with pure joy as I came deeply inside her, Angel thrusting harder as she climaxed. My vision blurred as my world view shifted once more. If I wanted to be Nicola before this session, I was never going to let her go now. Angel looked down, our hot breath mingling with each other. She had a satisfied look and one of knowing. "That was...." I didn't know what it was, didn't know what to say. Angel kissed me tenderly on the lips. "Not finished yet." She replied, and at those words, I felt myself instantly hardening inside of her. She hadn't moved, and I felt her tensing her vaginal muscles, coaxing my cock back to life. She leaned forward, her lips caressing my ears as she whispered. "I like you more like this. I'm going to try a few things you've not tried before. If you come with me on this journey, you won't be sorry. Will you come with me?" She moved her head up, her pale grey eyes staring deep into mine. I didn't need to think. I'd completely forgotten that we were being filmed, that there was a camera crew filming every possible angle. "Of course," I replied breathlessly. Angel smiled, and I saw how stunning she truly was. I was seeing her for the first time, I realised. She then lifted herself up and moved to where she had been before, her pussy over my mouth. Without hesitation or the slightest pause, I moved to lick her clean. My own juices had mingled with hers and tasted divine. A day ago I'd have been repulsed. Louise had opened a new world that I had willingly stepped into. Angel was walking me through the world and I embraced it. Once I'd cleaned her out, she moved herself from me and lay to my side, sharing a deep kiss as her hands lazily caressed my stomach and breasts. Though she wore the same, she had much more elegance in her movements, not seeming to be too constricted by the dress or the corset. "Sit up," she said, and I did as she commanded. I slid my legs over the side of the bed as she sat on her knees and undid the zip at the back of my dress, helping me out of it. She asked me to stand and I felt very self conscious as I stood in front of her in my corset, heels and stocking. The hair on my wig brushed my shoulders and back, and I marvelled at how even that felt sensuous. Catching a glance in a mirror to my side, I could see a sexy woman standing in the room wearing sensuous lingerie. The only give away was the large erection between my legs. "Beautiful," marvelled Angel as she stood beside me. She reached behind and removed her zip to let the dress fall in a puddle of satin by her feet. She wore the same underwear as me, but her corset didn't have the fitted bra. She didn't need one. Her ample and firm breasts stood proudly to attention as she stepped closer. We were the same height and as we kissed, her breasts pushed against mine. Even though mine were fake, I still thrilled at the feel. Turning me around, she had me sit on the bed once more, placing her breasts at the same height as my mouth. Previously, I'd have suckled them greedily, but now I was different. I'd changed. I caressed them gently, my manicured nails giving the barest of touches. I kissed the area around the nipples slowly and delighted at Angels moans of pleasure. Before I could revel some more in the sensuous act, Angel reached into a draw on the bed side dresser and pulled a blindfold from it. She placed it over my eyes and asked me to kneel on the bed facing the side. As I moved to do so, fearing what might come next, but resolving to follow through, my heel caught on the satin sheet and I smirked at how things were so very different as a woman. For what seemed an age, I lay on my hands and knees, hearing the sound of a cupboard opening and some rummaging. Bright light suddenly seared my retinas as Angel pulled the blind from my eyes. "I want you to see," she explained as she stood in front me. I looked over and saw that she was now wearing a strap on. A large dildo was attached to it that mimicked a very large cock. I paused for a second, thinking of the implications of what would happen next. I was unrecognisable as Nicola. My career wouldn't be damaged. I'd promised myself and Angel that I would follow her and didn't want to regret not doing this. I reached forward and took the dildo in my hand. Its girth was huge and I worried at what it might do to me. I looked up into Angels eyes and she nodded slightly. Looking down, I took the giant dildo in my mouth, guiding it deeper and deeper down my throat. It was huge and I feared that I might gag, but I kept going adjusting my head slightly to fit it all in. Angel moaned in pleasure as I did so. The dildo was a two way one, the other side fitted snugly into her vagina so that when I moved up and down the shaft of the dildo as if giving her a blow job, it moved the dildo inside her as well. I felt intense pleasure in the act, both in giving Angel such pleasure and in the act itself. It felt as if each act served to set me free even more. Suddenly, without warning, a warm load of creamy milk like substance shot into my mouth and down my throat as Angel activated a pump attached the the strap on. Gagging slightly with the unexpected load, I struggled to swallow it all, some of the cream running down my chin. One Week Ch. 04 Shifting back, Angel pulled the rubber cock from my mouth and bent down to lick the creamy substance that had escaped. "Turn around," she whispered huskily. As I presented my arse to her, kneeling on all fours, my heart beat loudly in my chest. I was breathing heavily at the prospect of what was to come, the corset forcing small, gulping breaths. "I'm going to go slowly," said Angel. "It will hurt at first. A lot. But after that, it will be the most amazing thing you've experienced." A coldness spread through my recently shaved arse as Angel applied a healthy dose of lube to it. She teased me by pushing one finger, then two up there, stretching it so that I could take the large rubber cock. As she did so, I groaned with pleasure, pushing back on the fingers, my hands gripping the satin sheets. All too quickly, she removed the fingers and I felt the tip of the large dildo pushing against my anus. I pushed back and regretted it as pain shot through my arse. I almost yelled, but Angel gently eased back out before coming back in again. She did this a few times, allowing me to get used to the size of the dildo, before giving one large thrust and pushing the entire dildo into me, filling me completely, more than I'd ever felt before. This time, there was no pain. Surges of pleasure coursed through me as the dildo teased my G-spot and my sphincter squeezed the dildo without my control of it. Angel started thrusting, gently at first, then harder as she started to climax. Her hands gripped my waist, the corset providing the feminine hour glass figure that gave her a firm grip. She kept her balance well in her five inch heels and I started to thrust back in time with her, keeping a rhythm that sent us closer and closer to climax. Suddenly a buzzing sounded as she turned on a vibrator within the strap on. I wasn't sure how much more I could take as Angel started screaming as her own dildo, vibrating deep within her, brought her to climax. As she came, she snaked a hand round and grabbed my cock, taking just a few pulls to bring me to climax, both of us screaming loudly. I'd never had my G-spot stimulated before and became lost as waves of contractions shuddered through me, my arse gripping the strap on and almost pushing it further into me. I collapsed on the sheets, pulling Angel down with me, the vibrator coming to a halt as she switched it off. In the silence, all that could be heard was the frantic breathing of two people. Both of whom would never be the same again. Chapter 6 "Angela," she said. "Call me Angela." Before I could reply, the lights of the studio came on, bathing us in a harsh neon glow. Blinking, I made to sit up but was held in place by Angela as she removed the strap on from within me. As she did so, I searched for my knickers and started putting them back on as Louise stepped onto the set, grinning madly. Around us, the crew started disassembling the set, ignoring us completely. I felt acutely embarrassed, as if I'd just bared my soul. I tucked my now flaccid cock into the pouch on my satin knickers and pulled the dress back up my legs as Angela, without a word, turned me around and zipped me back in. I did likewise to her as Louise sat on the bed beside us both. "How do you feel," she asked me. I glanced at her, still embarrassed. "How did you feel your first time?" I asked in return. Louise smiled knowingly. "Thought you'd enjoy it. Take the rest of the day off. I'd planned two sessions, but we got that all rolled into one! Tomorrow, we'll be doing a morning one and an evening session. I'll see you here at nine." She slid elegantly from the bed and moved to leave. Angela called after her. "Nicola and I are going for a drink. Would you like to come?" she asked. Louise turned and smiled sadly. "Thanks hun, but I have someone to visit. Maybe another time." As she left, I turned to Angela. "Going for a drink are we? You've never said yes before and now you're suggesting it!" Though I said it jokingly, I was intrigued. Angela laughed as she took my hand and led me to the dressing room. "I'm not taking Nick for a drink," she replied. "I'm taking Nicola! We'll get you touched up and then we're off out." I snatched my hand away, a little more forcefully than I'd have liked. "Hey, I'm doing this for the money. This isn't me. I can't go out, people will see me." It was a lie and I knew it. The part about being read wasn't though. I was terrified at the prospect. Angela stepped towards me and put her arms around my satin clad waist. "You look stunning. No one is going to read you," she whispered. She needn't have. The film crew were busy packing the set away so they could get the rest of the day off and were oblivious to the two "actors". "You felt what happened back there. That was nothing to do with the money. That was the real you. The you that was hidden behind those blue eyes of yours all this time. I'll be right by your side the whole time. You'll be fine." She took my hand once more and led me into the changing room. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up, a coat sorted for you and we're going out." Chapter 7 We made quite a splash in London that night. Two women identically dressed in tight, black figure hugging satin dresses and high heels dancing sensuously on the dance floor, drinking cocktails at the bar and giggling like a pair of school girls. We were hit upon several times in each bar that we walked to, my feet sore in such high heels, unaccustomed as I was to walking in them, but my soul soaring with joy. Each bar, each drink bought us and each delicate touch from Angela set my senses on fire. She was kind and patient as well, showing me how to walk, how to hold my handbag and how to move my arms when I walked. Simple things that I never would have thought of, but enough to separate those who knew what signs separated the genders. Angela suggested we finish the night back at hers and I readily agreed. I'd been in heels and a corset since the morning and my feet ached and my stomach rumbled. We'd stopped at a nice Chinese restaurant, but I hadn't been able to eat much in such restrictive clothing. As we clambered into a taxi, giggling wildly from the champagne we'd drunk in the last bar, Angela leaned over and we kissed passionately, our hands clutching each other tightly, roaming over the soft contours of our dresses. I caught the cabbie staring back at us in shock, barely able to concentrate on driving us home. Thankfully we made it back safely and spilled out onto the street in a secluded neighbourhood overlooking the Thames called the Narrows. Angela took my hand and punched in a code to let us into a private block of flats. Due to the late hour, the corridors and lifts were empty and we met no one as made out way up to the top floor. Angela's flat was beautiful. All sleek lines smooth contours. It had a modern aesthetic, yet was comfortable with large sofa's and carpets in an open plan space. It was tastefully decorated and I whistled as I entered. It made my own abode look cheap and cheerful. "This is some place you have here," I said as I walked to large set of bay windows that looked out over the river. London stretched out before us, the Shard piercing the sky and the streets all glittering with twinkling lights. Angela came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my hourglass waist. She lifted the blonde hair from my neck and started to kiss it softly. I leaned back into the embrace. "It belongs to Louise," she said between kisses. "But enough of that. Let's have some fun." She spun me around and led me to her bedroom. It was huge, with a four post bed in the middle and large, walk in cupboards. As I entered, my heeled feet clacking on the wooden floor, Angela had me turn around and unzipped my dress. I kicked it from my feet and did the same to her so that we both stood in our stockings, heels and corsets. Walking backwards, Angela took me to the bed and leaned back as I crawled on the bed, leaning over her and kissing her passionately, our hands exploring our bodies. The silken stockings we wore rubbed against each other as our bodies intertwined. It felt electric. Throwing her arm backwards, Angela opened a draw by the cupboard and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. With practise ease, she'd cuffed my hands and had me cuffed to the bed rest, my arse facing in the air. Angela removed my knickers and my throbbing cock bounced out. She grabbed it and brought it to full attention before jumping off the bed and rummaging around in a cupboard out of sight. I twisted my head to look, but couldn't quite see. Before I had time to ask what was happening, I felt a coldness on my arse and my heart skipped a beat in anticipation. "This butt plug is bigger than the dildo you had earlier," Angela warned, her voice husky with sex. "You will need to relax." I yelped as my cheeks were parted by a monster plug that threatened to split me in half. Angela swiftly removed what had been pushed in and tutted in mock reprove. "That sort of noise just won't do now will it?" she asked. I opened my mouth to reply and as I did so, Angela shoved a large penis shaped gag into it. It filled my mouth entirely and I struggled to regulate my breathing. As Angela fastened the straps at the back of my head, I heard the snick of a lock. She kissed the top of my head. "Much better." My arse cheeks were parted once more and I could do nothing but suck on the rubber penis that Angela had forced into my mouth as the large butt plug was forced into my willing, yet newly plucked arse. As it came to the point where I felt I wouldn't be able to take any more, the plug shot in another inch as the widest part of the bulbous head made its way in and the thin base snuggled tight. Now that it was fully in I revelled joyously in the feeling of having such a filled arse. Angela sidled round and undid my cuffs, laying me on my back and then putting the cuffs back on the head rest before covering my body with kisses, her nails running along any bare flesh. Helpless as I was, Angela undid the front clasp of the bra section of my corset and removed the silicon breasts. I hated to see them removed and felt the loss until Angela started teasing my nipples with her tongue and teeth. With my mouth so full, all I could do with the gag was suck as if I had a real cock in there. The butt plug started vibrating and the heels of my shoes caught in the sheets as I shuddered with joy. All too soon, Angela stopped her nipple play and took out some small clamps that she attached to my nipples. Not too tight to hurt, but enough that when she put the silicone breasts back and did the front clasp back, every touch of the breasts sent spasms of joy coursing through my body. "Now my turn," whispered Angela as she took out a large dildo and screwed it to the penis gag that filled my mouth. As she lowered herself onto it, it forced the gag deeper into my mouth. I was completely helpless as she started to grind, her pussy wet and dripping down the dongle and pooling round my mouth. Her scent was forced into my nose and I breathed in the smell gleefully. Her sex smelt like nothing I'd ever known before. I realised that all the times I'd worked with her, she'd not been turned on once, but here and now, she was completely in ecstasy as she started to grind faster and faster, screaming passionately. Her arse kept pushing onto my breasts, my nipples on fire as the clamps were moved. For the first time in my life, as Angela came, fluid rushing from her pussy and covering my face, something I'd read about but never experienced, I orgasmed as well. Without my penis being touched in any way, the feel of my stockings, high heels, arse filling butt plug, nipple clamps and a penis gag acting as a dongle for a stunning woman to pleasure herself on was enough for me to ejaculate, the cum plastering Angela's back and my chest as I screamed through the gag. Suddenly Angela started laughing, a loud sound that held no malice or mockery. Just simple pleasure. She lifted herself from the dildo and took off my cuffs and gag, though she left the plug in. "That was wonderful," she purred. "Time to clean up." She turned around and presented me with her soaked pussy as she took my cock into her mouth. Her weight on my breasts pushed the clamps once more and the vibrating plug brought me quickly to orgasm once more. Angela sucked greedily at my cum as she expertly manipulated my cock. She groaned through her filled mouth as my attentions on her pussy with my tongue brought her to her own climax. Panting heavily, she rolled off my chest and we both grinned as we clasped hands, revelling in each others' company. Chapter 8 We sat on the balcony watching the world slowly raise itself from a deep slumber. We'd stayed up all night drinking wine on the balcony and chatting away. Angela had lent me a neglige to wear and a silk dressing gown that floated over my legs as I walked. I'd taken the corset off, but removed the bra attachment and kept that on so that the dressing gown fit in all the right places. Angela had touched up my make up so that I didn't feel too self conscious. My stockings had become ripped during the last bout of sex, so I threw them in the bin. We sat on a large sofa on the balcony, our legs intertwined as we shared the wine. The evening was warm with a cooling breeze wafting from the Thames. We'd talked about anything and everything. I felt so relaxed as Nicola and with Angela's company was able to open up about my life, how I felt and for the first time in my life, felt some calming balm soothe my soul. "Tell me about you," I asked Angela. She looked stunning in the glow of the fading moon, her blonde hair framing her delicate, yet sensual features. She wore just a neglige of the same style as the one she had lent me, but where mine was a deep purple, hers was black. It was a simple cut of silk, with no adornments, but she didn't need any. As I asked the question, she took a deep breath and sighed heavily. "Well," she started. "I was finished with the whole porn thing until last month. I'd started working in the industry to pay my way through University. I even got as far as an internship at some Law firm, but modelling work led to one thing to another. My sister became ill and I had to help pay for her to go private." A haunted look crossed her features and I squeezed her hand gently. She smiled in return and took another drink of the wine. "In the end, the more I worked, the less time I had for my studies. I dropped out." Angela's story wan't unique amongst the industry. very few chose that way of life. One thing leads to another and soon you're in so deep, you can't get out. "It came to a head last year, just after that shoot I did with some guy named Nick. I never liked him. Arrogant tosser he was." She grinned as she said it and I swatted her arm playfully. "I didn't like him much either," I said, eliciting another smile from Angela. "Anyways," she carried on. "This director wanted me to do some pretty hardcore stuff, all sorts of fecal matter involved. Anyways, I said no and he said I'd never work again. You know, the usual stuff they all say. Anyways, he became really aggressive, so I ended up punching him." I chuckled at the thought of Angela punching a director. I also knew what that would mean. No one else would work with her. "So there I was. Glad to be out, but pretty much skint. Nothing to my name. I got bar work and was happy with that. One day Louise walks into the pub and changes my life." "She does that a lot I think," I interrupted. Angela nodded in agreement. "She does. Every member of that crew at the studio has had their life changed and affected in some way by her. Speak to them. They would lay their lives down for her. It's amazing." "She seems ineffably sad," I remark. "Like she's had great loss." "She has," replied Angela enigmatically. "But that's for her to tell you. For me, she gave me this place to live in, said make it my own. She then asked me what was the one thing I wanted in life." Her voice trailed away as she gazed at the river below. The sun was starting to rise, shadows escaping beneath its benevolent rays. "Which was?" I asked. "You'll see," she replied, a faint smile curling her lips. She finished the wine and took my hand. "Come on you. We have to be at work in a few hours. Let's take a couple of them for sleep." Chapter 9 I barely slept. My world had changed. In my arms lay a stunning woman who didn't like the old me, but really seemed to like the new me. I couldn't help but agree. I raised my hand and looked at the rings, the nail varnish and the bangles I hadn't taken off. I never wanted to look at my hands and see them as anything but manicured with glittering and feminine adornments. Whatever happened. Little did I know how strongly that vow would be put to the test. Fate was working to make sure that if I survived what was to come, I would have a true image of myself. Would I survive intact? Angela stirred below me and she arched her back as she stretched, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Morning sleepy head," I whispered. "Morning," she replied. Even after two hours sleep and her make up smeared, she looked stunning. I looked at the clock. We had an hour before we needed to be on the set. "We better get up. Big day ahead," I said. "Yup," replied Angela groggily. "And I need to find you something to wear." I realised that I'd not brought any clothes with me apart from the dress I wore last night. I glanced at it, laying on the floor. It looked stained and worn from yesterday. "Be kind." I pleaded. Chapter 10 We showered together, washing each other down with a scented scrub that cleansed the skin and left us both smelling faintly of peach. Angela handed me a razor and I shaved closely once again. Luckily, I didn't grow stubble that quickly, so it wasn't too painful to have to shave so closely two days running. Angela handed me a towel as we got out of the shower and I instinctively wrapped it around my chest and tucked it in. Angela smiled and smacked my arse as I walked past. She told me to get some breakfast from the kitchen whilst she changed and found me something to wear. Several minutes later, she came out in a maxi dress that hugged her figure and emphasised her stunning physique. It was cut low to show her cleavage and I marvelled at how she walked so gracefully in shoes with a wicked spike for a heel. She took the proffered toast and then took me into the bedroom to help apply my make up. She showed me a few more suggestions on top of what Louise had done and then allowed me to try it myself. "Mostly," she said when I was done. She took some liner and touched up my eyes a little. "Pretty good for a first attempt. Your clothes are on the bed. You need help getting into your corset?" "Please," I asked. She took the corset from the bed and then tightened it up, making me glad I'd not eaten too much for breakfast as the air was pushed from my lungs and my waist constricted. Despite this, it was comforting to have back on. It made my stance and demeanour more feminine by sheer necessity, and, once I'd become used to it, it wasn't that uncomfortable. Angela kissed me on the cheek and left me alone in the room to change. On the bed lay a sleeveless polo shirt and a pencil skirt. I pulled the polo neck over my head, being careful not to smudge my make up and then stepped into the skirt. It was satin lined and caressed my smooth legs as I pulled it up. It stretched to my knees and hugged my figure perfectly. As I zipped up the rear it became even tighter than the dress I wore yesterday and forced me into the tightrope walk that I was fast becoming used to.