WANTED                                  by: Elaine

 

Chapter 1 The background

"WANTED TV/TS to become housekeeper to recent widower father in the Edinburgh area. Successful applicant must be totally convincing and will be expected to live en femme 24 hours a day. Duties will include those of housekeeper, some light gardening duties and looking after children. Excellent salary, clothing allowance and free board. Apply to Box XXXX with a recent photograph."

My name is Richard Mitchell and I have had transgendered leanings ever since I was a boy. I often dressed up in my sister's clothes in secret. My late wife knew all about my passion but had asked that I do nothing to upset our generally happy marriage. She discovered my horde of clothes by accident in the attic one day and promptly threw them out when I confessed that they had belonged to me.

Consequently I had not dressed in years and in any case I was not convincing at 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at over 15 stones and possessing a moustache and bushy eyebrows. I guess over 20 years of high levels of testosterone flowing through my veins had made some pretty irreversible changes.

Despite my wife's opposition and lack of understanding, I had never made the effort to take matters further with regard to affairs or one-night stands. I just wasn't like that and I suppose I loved her too much.

Now that my sweet wife and companion had suddenly died after a short illness, I decided to realise one of my fantasies by trying to have a relationship with another transgendered person. My wife had been caring and hard working, sharing my life for the last 20 years but I knew now it was time for a completely fresh start.

I had a single healthy eight-year-old daughter and I obviously had to stop working full time to look after her. Not that I needed the money. We had a large house set in three acres of woodland just out in the country not far from the city bypass. My wife and I had each held a large unit trust and share portfolio and the house was worth well over a quarter of a million pounds.

After a few months of mourning and some cajoling by friends and relatives, I finally resolved to start another relationship. If I couldn't pass myself as the mother and housewife, then the next best thing would be to obviously help someone else. Who knows perhaps ultimately it would herald the start of a new long-term situation.

I scanned the Internet of course and had seen what was possible with some very convincing and passable post-op and pre-op, transsexuals, she-males and transvestites on display around the world.

That was what I wanted, I decided, someone who could in all respects pass off completely as a woman with little difficulty and possibly have the disposition of a woman. That meant not only looking but also having the mannerisms and the instincts of a female. Those instincts would include cleaning the floor after the dog came in after chasing rabbits or wiping up any vomit from my sometimes-sick daughter.

Just a few weeks after my advert appeared, I was truly surprised when the contact magazine sent in the first responses. Some were dressed en femme but most just looked like men in drag rather than the convincing ultra feminine person I was looking for. Two though were possible candidates, so I decided to invite them for an interview and a test day at my house.

Chapter 2. The first Interview

The first interview was with a 19 year old transvestite from a town just north of the capital. From the colour photographs he had sent, he looked quite passable with what I supposed was a blonde shoulder length wig and good makeup. He had bushy eyebrows but his face looked female enough. His legs were long and thin and he had declared himself interested in the position and possibly undergoing full surgery if everything went well.

I met him at Waverley station and he was dressed smartly in clean jeans and a sweatshirt. His name was Alexander and he said that I should call him Sandy.

"Hi Thanks for coming," I said shaking his hand. In the other he carried a small suitcase and on his back was a small rucksack.

"Pleased to meet you, sir," He said his voice soft and not unduly hoarse.

"Just call me Richard," I said. "We can talk on the way home, my car is on a double yellow line, so please quickly follow me."

I helped him deposit his bags in the back of the car and we started off on the 10-mile journey to my home.

"So Sandy why do you want to do this?" I asked after moving up the ramp in the Land Rover.

"Well, I have been a TV all my life. I used to dress when I was really young and I really enjoyed wearing some of my mother's clothes when she went out to work. There is not much I don't know about dressing as a woman. I brought some clothes, shoes and make-up to show you later that I can pass."

"I see," I said my voice suddenly dry. "Do you dress now?" Quickly recovering.

"No, not as much as I would like. My mum knows about me and she hates it so she has warned me that if she caught me again she would throw me out of the house. Obviously living with you would mean that I could indulge in dressing full time."

"Apart from dressing do you have any other feminine traits?" I asked. "I like to be clean and to be neat and tidy in everything I do." He asked.

"Give me some examples?" I asked as we crossed the roundabout on the city bypass and headed south.

"Well I like to keep my room tidy, my clothes are always pressed and cleaned and I don't like to have dirty hair."

"I noticed your hair was long, why do you keep it in a ponytail?"

"Because it is easy to manage and it doesn't look too effeminate," he replied. "I have been mistaken for a girl from the back when I have been in a bar with it combed out."

"Would you get it permed if you lived with me?" I asked.

"Yes I would wear it out all the time and it would be nice to get some highlights added," he smiled.

"Can you undo your hair for me now?"

"Sure." Sandy undid his rubber band and I could see his long hair cascade around his face. He was about to gather it up when I asked him not to.

"From now on until you leave I want you to wear your hair out like that if don't mind. You didn't say if you were working at the moment," I added.

"I work as a waiter in a big hotel in Perth. It's a good job but the pay isn't very good. I work 5 days a week with most weekends working," he explained.

"If I were to give you an offer would you be able to get at least two references for me. Obviously you will be responsible for the day to day running of the house and will obviously have to control an allowance for food, clothes and other household expenses. I obviously must be satisfied that you can provide me with top class references," I continued.

"I understand, Richard. I should be able to obtain a reference from my doctor, my restaurant manager and my local councillor who I've helped with local events in the recent past," he replied.

"If you could organise that, that will help me enormously though I should stress that there would also have to be a probationary period for both parties."

"OK, I'll get something to you as soon as possible if you make me an offer," he declared.

Soon we were approaching my house, Sandy asked about my family and the house and I explained about my young daughter, our animals including two ponies and looking after the house.

"I'm basically looking for a new partner to help me manage my life," I told him.

When we arrived I gave him a guided tour around the house and I showed him what would be his bedroom and his own private space. We sat down and had some tea and it was decided that he should dress "en femme" for the next part of the interview.

He picked up his bag and asked where the bathroom was. I pointed him in the right direction and left him to it while I attended to the morning mail.

After about 20 minutes I could hear her coming down the stairs and it was obvious that Sandy was not as experienced in dressing that she had made out. She was still very pretty but I though she needed to be more refined to meet my exacting requirements.

To break the ice I rose and pulled out a seat and asked her to sit down.

"Thank you," she whispered through plum coloured lips. "I'm feeling rather nervous about this because nobody has ever seen me like this before," she exclaimed.

"I thought your mother had discovered you in the past," I asked looking critically at her from the other end of the table. She lowered her eyes and looked at her nails to make sure that the dark red polish wasn't smudged.

"Yes but never like this with full make up, nail polish and a dress and shoes."

"How do the clothes make you feel?" I curiously asked.

"Like this was the way I was supposed to be. I feel that the clothes are really part of expressing my feminine side. I wanted to show you that my mannerisms and taste were good and that I could apply my make up well."

"You certainly achieved that but I can see that you have a long way to go. I know that you are still a closet transvestite do you think that you could pass as my housekeeper full time and how far would you be prepared to go to achieve that aim. Would you consider taking hormones or even taking the final operation?" I asked firing several questions while staring at the slightly nervous but pretty blonde girl in front of me.

"I have to be honest in that it would take a little time to achieve the required standard but I think practice would make me perfect. If I lived here then I would have to arrange an appointment with the local medical practice about taking hormones and so on."

"What about going outside, going on the school run? Can you drive? You would have to mix with other women dropping off their children at school. Could you pass convincingly enough?"

"At this stage, I never gone out except late night down some secluded streets and that was scary enough. My heart would be in my mouth but I'm willing to try it now if you like. Perhaps we could go shopping for some clothes or cosmetics. I can drive and I like the company of women," she added quickly.

"OK that makes sense. Let's go out but if you go into my room you will find a pair of 3" court shoes next to the bed to replace those granny shoes you're wearing. Please put them on and come back downstairs. I'll have a coat ready for you by then."

The boy-girl ran upstairs and found my wife's old shoes and surprisingly they were a very good fit. She walked around and soon found her balance in the heels from the rather flat-heeled shoes she was wearing previously.

She walked carefully downstairs and arrived in the kitchen to find me holding up a beautiful fur lined coat that had belonged to my wife. She put her arms in the sleeves and pulled it shut as we headed to the door.

"I would expect you to wear shoes with heels most of the time, I'm afraid. Even when cleaning the carpet. Though obviously other boots and shoes would be needed for walking outside in muddy conditions," I said as she turned quite expertly in her new shoes.

I held her close and gave her a cuddle, she looked up into my eyes and I kissed her on the forehead. "What ever happens, I want you to know, I really appreciate the effort you have made today." She responded with a kiss on the lips and I found us holding each other together in a long embrace. We moved slightly together like a couple in a slow romantic dance. I could feel my erection growing against her waist and so did she.

"You like this don't you," she said.

"You can't believe how much," I replied.

"Try me," she said.

"I think that you should dress full time even if you don't get this job," I said as I took her arm and led her out of the door towards the car. "I think it is the way you should be."

"Where do you want to go first?" she asked taking the passenger seat of the 4x4 again.

"There is a new shopping mall that has just opened on the east side of town and I figured we could perhaps buy you a new skirt or a dress. Perhaps even some new make-up as a reward for coming here today."

I drove quickly and talked about her other interests. She told me that she liked driving since she had passed her test at the first attempt though she had recently picked up three penalty points on her licence for speeding at Newbridge. "I wondered why everyone slowed down and I soon found out," she told me all about the speed camera that clocked her doing 65mph in a 50mph zone.

"I also love animals and children. I've always had a dog and we have three cats at home and I've even looked after my sister's children for a time when she went into hospital. I did the full thing feed, clean and bathe them. Read stories, take them for walks and tuck them up in bed," she explained.

"Oh how long did you do that?" I asked very interested.

"She went into hospital on the Tuesday evening and I stayed with them until she was released over a week later. I stayed a few more days until she was able to get back on her feet again so I was with them for nearly two weeks. It was great fun. When her husband was at work and the children were sleeping I would dress up in her clothes," he smiled happily at the thought.

I asked several supplemental questions and indicated that the successful candidate would not only act and behave as female with me but also with everyone else and had to do so without detection. Soon we were entering our first port of call; a woman's clothes shop.

I told Sandy I wanted her to buy a navy blue skirt and she looked through the racks before moving to the sales assistant at the counter to ask for assistance. I tagged along behind pretending to be the disinterested husband or boyfriend. Soon she was modelling some skirts and after each change came out to ask my opinion. Eventually she had chosen a slim pencil skirt that suited her 28" waist and that came just below the knees.

"I like the way it feels on my legs. It restricts my leg movements and makes me want to take smaller feminine steps," she said at me.

"It would be even worse if that rear slit wasn't there," I added. "You can show me how good you are with a needle and thread when we get back and sew that up," I joked. "Lets see about some make-up for you now," and we headed towards the chemist's shop next door.

"I want you to buy the items on this list and pay for them at the checkout," and I handed her the list, which read as follows.

1 box of regular Tampax 1 box of panty liners 1 false nail kit 1 tube of blue Mascara 2 Matching nail polish and lipsticks 1 bottle of Charlie perfume 1 Pair of Lycra navy blue stockings 1 packet of cleansing wipes 1 bottle of polish remover 1 bottle of liquid foundation.

I returned to the car while she entered the hall of femininity.

Soon she was exiting and waving a full plastic bag of items as I stood by the car getting some fresh air.

"Right now it's time to go and pick up Rachel my daughter, do you mind?" I asked.

"No, I managed to get everything you asked for and here is your change," she said slipping me some coins back.

"Thanks," I said. "Could you spray some perfume on and start with some of the make-up when we get to the school. You should have 15 minutes before she comes out."

Soon we were parked up and waiting for Rachel to appear. To the perfume, Sandy quickly added some mascara, some liquid foundation and replaced her existing lipstick with a new darker stay proof shade. Smacking her lips she asked how she looked. I said fine but suggested that she give her long hair another brush.

Rachel soon appeared out of the school gate and walked quickly over carrying her green rucksack that matched her regulation uniform green blazer and kilt.

"Hi dad," she shouted as she took her seat. "Who's this? Have you got a new girl friend?"

"No this is a friend of mine from Perth who is visiting today. Rachel this Sandy Veitch."

My daughter was polite and shook hands with Sandy and smiled. "Right let's go," I said buckling my seat belt and we headed home. As we drove along I explained that Sandy was applying for the post of resident housekeeper after that I explained that I needed help to run the house and she listened intently before commenting.

"Sandy do you like ponies? When we get home, I would like to introduce you to my pony."

"Yes, I like all kinds of animals including horses. What do you call your pony?"

"She's called Nutmeg. She's too young to be ridden yet but I like to take her walks and feeding her. Would you like to help me?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know, your father and I have some more business to discuss," she replied.

"It's OK there should be time for that," I said. "I can run you back to the station after supper, if you would like to stay later."

After consulting her train timetable, Sandy declared that there was a last train at 10:30pm that would get her back home just before midnight. "If you don't mind I could catch that one home and help Rachel with Nutmeg. That would be fun."

After reaching home, I helped the two girls out of the car with Sandy having difficulties with the tight skirt she now wore and the height of my car above the ground. I watched her walk in front of me with her heels clicking on the paving slabs as she moved toward the door of the house.

"Rachel could you go upstairs and get your homework done. Sandy and I have some things to discuss. Give me a shout if you can't do it." I said as she disappeared upstairs to begin her chore.

Sandy meanwhile had started a kettle boiling and was making a couple of mugs of coffee for her and myself. She soon brought me my coffee and we went into my den to continue our interview.

"Look I'll be honest you have great potential. Rachel seems to have immediately taken a shine to you and I have too but I have one more interview to conduct and I won't be able to make a decision until then. I think that your lack of time in female clothes is a disadvantage and it will take time for your mannerisms to be fine tuned. Do you agree?"

"Yes, I agree but I hope that I have shown my enthusiasm and that I can be accepted by your daughter as her new governess and confidante."

"Is there anything else you want to ask me?" I asked

"Yes, I would like to confirm that I would be expected to wear female clothes at all times. Can I wear jeans or sweat shirts?"

"Yes of course, though they will of course be in feminine styles. I would expect you to follow a set dress code at all times with regard to all your clothing, shoes and makeup," I replied.

"What would you expect of me," she asked somewhat shocked.

"Well all items would be female including night dresses or pyjamas in bed."

"Can I ask you some questions?" she asked.

"Sure." I replied

"Why are you doing this?"

"I thought that it was simple, I've always considered myself to be in the wrong body for my sex and it's obvious that I would look ridiculous in drag with my height and build. So I thought I could live with transforming someone else and hope that I could fulfil my fantasies that way."

"I see," she said ingesting my last statement. "Would you like to start a relationship with the successful candidate or will it be purely business?" she asked after some thought.

"That would depend on circumstances," I replied.

"What circumstances?"

"Well whether we could get along together and become intimate. I wouldn't expect that to happen automatically but I wouldn't say no if it did. If you and I fell for each other, then, yes marriage is a possibility. Obviously everything would have to be done to my complete satisfaction with regard to your surgery and transition to full womanhood," I replied.

"Do you have any other fantasies and fetishes that I should know about?" she suddenly asked.

"Look at this stage, the post is open for a transgendered housekeeper and governess, nothing more, nothing less. If we become intimate then you will learn more about my darker side but of course it will be your decision whether you want to become more actively involved. The important thing is that the successful candidate would help me run this house."

"Who will fund the transition?" She asked.

"I will fund all treatments that can't be obtained on the National Health Service. There is a clothing allowance of £200 per month for the first six months. There is free board and lodging, the salary would be £1000 per month cash paid in arrears."

"Wow, that's great that's almost double what I make at work," she said.

Just then I could hear Rachel moving about above and it was obvious that her homework had finished. "We had better hurry now," I said and we moved out back into the kitchen.

"I would like to give you another hug to thank you for coming here," I said.

"OK," and she reached forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Oops, I'm sorry I left a lipstick mark," she said and took a tissue to wipe my face just as my daughter entered.

"Rachel can you show Sandy to my bedroom and find her some of your mum's old clothes if she is to help you with your pony," I said as I continued wiping my cheek.

Soon both girls were back and Sandy was dressed in a pair of jeans and a check shirt that flattered her small bustline. Sandy put on a pair of my wife's wellingtons and went outside to help Rachel groom the pony and then muck out the pony's stall. As the pair went, I started the process of making supper and soon had the oil fired range singing with home produced boiling potatoes, a meat pie and vegetables. Within 20 minutes, I was shouting on both of them to come in and get their supper.

Sandy arrived first her perfume masked by the strong odour of horse. She quickly washed up and started helping me to serve the meal onto the plates on the table. Rachel panting after running back was in a happy mood laughing.

"Sandy got too close to Nutmeg when she was eating and she kicked out at her," laughed Rachel. "I did tell her to watch out for that but she wasn't quick enough."

"Are you OK," I asked Sandy.

"Yes just a little startled that's all. I'm sure I'll have a bruise on my thigh tomorrow though," she added.

"Right come on girls, lets get this down us then we must take Sandy to catch her train. If we hurry she can catch the 9:30 back home and that should mean that you Rachel will be in bed before 10:00."

Soon we were on the platform, waving goodbye to Sandy who hugged us both and was wearing the same outfit that she had worn earlier while out shopping. I told her to change in one of the toilets and hope that nobody noticed the change in appearance on her exit. Soon she would be a he again.

Although she was tired Rachel was tired she passed the comment that Sandy was odd. "Dad I think Sandy is a man wearing a dress," she suddenly declared shortly after starting back home.

"Rachel I will have to explain to you why Sandy is who she is but not now but I promise it will be soon, OK."

"OK Dad," she replied sleepily from the rear of the car.

Chapter 3. The second Interview

The second reply came from a young pre-op transsexual who incredibly lived just 10 miles away. I can't really call her a man because she made a very convincing woman. She was originally called Andrew and had already started the transition. She also came complete with a new chosen name of Andrea. We agreed to meet at a pub halfway between our houses one night after I had dropped off Rachel at my sister in law's house.

On first sight, Andrea was quite attractive with a lovely body, well developed up top and attractive long wavy brunette hair. She was extremely convincing. Her face was very feminine and it was difficult to imagine any maleness in her at all. Her make up was tastefully applied with plum lip colour matching her long nails. She had sent me a photo so it was a simple task to identify her in this quiet pub.

I asked if she would like to stay for a drink or go for a meal in the adjoining restaurant. "A meal would be nice," she said softly as the words exited from both carefully coloured lips.

"Never mind the meal, you look good enough to eat," I joked. "You look fantastic," and I took her hand and led her over to the other side of the inn. I couldn't help noticing her long nails that made her hands look much slender.

As we took our seats, I held her hand out and looked at it. "I like your nails, when I mucked about with make up and stuff when I was younger I used to play around with nail polish and false nails all the time. They are so impracticable that I couldn't work a keyboard, and they used to hurt my fingers. I take it those are all your own work."

"Yes I like having long nails but they do take some getting used to. I have all the right stuff to repair them if they split or crack and I like to have a manicure when I get my hair done," said Andrea.

"Well the effort was worthwhile because they are pretty spectacular."

On the way over to our table, I had noticed that she wore a long red dress that came to just below the knees. It revealed what I took to be her own hormone induced but ample 36-inch breasts through a vee-neck opening. Round her neck she wore a double strand of pearls while on her hand there were rings on nearly every finger except her wedding finger.

She wore fashionable sling back sandals with two-inch slightly tapered heels, and she wore two pierced earrings in each ear. One was an ornate gold loop while the other was a simple gold stud.

We chatted for ten minutes about the position in between selecting our meal from the menu. Each time I looked at her she was looking quite demure with her long lashes hiding her eyes as she scanned the food lists. We talked briefly about her role if it was offered much like I had done with Sandy. I soon brought up the subject of her reasons for making the transition and how far down the line she was.

As we waited for the food to arrive, she started talking and went back to the beginning of her reasons for starting the transition.

"One Saturday, my parents left me at home when they went off to a wedding and after playing in my room on that miserable wet day, I went into their bedroom to nose around. I knew from experience that my dad usually had some pornographic magazines stashed under the bed. I soon found them and started flicking through the pages and pages of nude lady photographs. He worked on the railway and he was always finding magazines like those on the trains. They were the usual Penthouse and Mayfair of course. Not really pornographic but they were more erotic in nature.

"In one, I discovered an article about the Transsexual Bond Girl Tula and it even showed full frontal pictures of the woman who used to be a boy. She wore skimpy bathing costumes; she had perfect breasts, a trim waist and so much more. Her hair was long right down past shoulders to the middle of her back and she definitely was a beautiful woman now.

"My mouth dropped when I saw her, she was gorgeous, my cock became suddenly violently erect, I was turned on by that and soon rubbed myself to an orgasm. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and how she explained that she could still achieve a full sex life as a woman.

"At that time, my mother and I were the same height (5 foot four inches) and after I cleaned up I went to her closet and tried on her clothes, first some tights, and then panties stuffed inside a bra, a blouse and a ladies kilt that she rarely wore. It felt great; I immediately became erect and had to come again.

"I knew that my folks wouldn't be back for another six hours or so. So I stripped off and had a bath in mum's bath salts. I got out and dried myself off. At 13 and pre puberty I didn't have much body hair, so I just got dressed in a long lime green evening gown she had worn once to a party. It was lined with satin and felt great against my skin. It had lots of fancy embroidery and glass jewels sewed into the bodice. I had never worn anything like it before so I enjoyed the electric feeling the clothes gave me.

"I had already slipped on lingerie such as a bra, panties and stockings when I selected a pair of mum's highest heels and then sat down at her dressing table. The dress had some light boning inside and despite my slight frame was holding me very tightly. I liked the way the dress hugged my body, it was a feeling that had felt so good.

"I sat down and started to apply makeup. I guess that I used far too much and eventually had a disaster with the nail polish when I spilled some while doing the nails on my right hand. I tried to clean it up but succeeded in making it worse."

"What happened?" I asked after listening to this first long explanation from Andrea.

"The nail polish remover attacked the plastic veneer covering on the dressing table and it wouldn't come out. By the time Mum and Dad came home I cleared up everything else and even tidied up my own room. They seemed pleased that everything seemed fine but then mum noticed the mess on the table a day later and confronted me with the situation. She asked point blank if I had been doing something with her make up. Lying through my teeth, I said "No" but she eventually extracted a confession out of me.

"I told her what had happened and how it had happened and rather than being angry at me, she turned her anger towards my Dad for leaving that stuff lying around under the bed. But I think she had already decided that their marriage was failing anyway and this didn't help, pretty soon they were divorced and apart from the odd weekend with my dad, I lived with Mum.

"A couple of weeks later, I was at home from school after suffering an upset tummy and while mum was at work, I again gave myself free access to her wardrobe. I dug around in the back of all her drawers and came out with this incredibly sexy red Basque and a pair of sexy black seemed stockings with a cute bow at the heel. It was obviously something my dad had bought her and she didn't want to throw out but probably now never wore.

"The Basque had three suspenders on each side for stockings and it took some effort to get it hooked up correctly. I had filled some balloons with warm water and stuck them in the matching red bra I wore. The feeling of wearing the tight Basque was incredible as I put it on. My waist was compressed and my chest stuck out further with the balloons bouncing quite realistically. Soon I was also dressed in a tight skirt and blouse.

"My hair was always long then and I brushed it out in a feminine style and applied make-up before settling down to orgasm again. As I started stroking myself through the red knickers, I couldn't believe it when I heard my mum drive up. I got up off the bed and stared in horror as I saw her lock the car door and then stride towards the house. Then I saw her turn and head towards the washing line to retrieve her washing

"I quickly ran downstairs and locked the front door to give myself a few more minutes to change back. I ran back upstairs, started the shower and tried to disrobe as quickly as I could. She had approached the door by this time carrying the wash basket and when she found that she couldn't get in using her key she started ringing the doorbell. Reluctantly I stepped into the shower and I could hear her calling my name.

"I scrubbed my face raw trying to extract all the traces of make-up and lipstick that I had painstakingly applied just minutes before. My nails were still pink and her clothes still littered the bathroom as my mum walked in 5 minutes later having used her spare back door key to gain access to the house.

"I thought you were up to something when you didn't answer the door bell, but Andrew I didn't think that it would be this again," she looked shocked. "When you have finished cleaning up, come into my bedroom and we will talk about this."

"I was shaking like a leaf, she hadn't seen me dressed but the evidence was overwhelming that I had been using her make-up and clothes. I slowly dried off and carried her stuff back into the bedroom. She was sitting on her dressing table chair with her legs crossed with tears in her eyes. Soon I was crying too.

"I dropped her stuff on the bed and ran to her and cuddled her, she kissed me and stroked my long hair. Then she pulled back and looking in my face, asked me why was I dressing up in her clothes. What was the point of this strange behaviour?

"I had always been brought up to be honest so I thought that I would tell her what I've just told you and I was relieved when she cuddled me some more."

"I told her that I loved being dressed as a girl and wearing women's clothes. I knew that it was wrong but I just couldn't stop. I told her that I wanted to wear them all the time. I also told her about wearing her lingerie and the water balloons nestling in the bra.

"At first she stared at me with an open mouth as I told her all this but soon she was asking me questions about what I wore and how I felt. Soon I was telling her about my feelings and related some earlier experiences when I had tried on her wedding dress when I was about five.

"Oh so it was you who damaged it," she replied. "Well to be honest I've always wanted a daughter instead of a son so if you want to be girl, then I'll think I'll just have to help you to fulfil your wish."

"She asked to see me dressed as I had been before with make up on and I slowly replaced all the items I had so hastily removed. She helped me with my make-up and we laughed as she smudged my lipstick. The result was a bit slutty but I was content and she seemed to enthuse over my transformation. She could also see my erection poke out from the front of her dress."

"You know you are quite passable as a girl and I've decided that if you want to be a girl, I'll help you," she said as she twisted me from side to side. "I think that you will need to have some assistance," she added with a smile as she kissed me fresh on the lips. Our lipsticks merged erotically together and I pushed my lips back.

"I spent the rest of the day with her and she told me that I was really too young to be a woman that I had tried to portray. She said I should consider making the transition from boyhood to girlhood first. She helped me disrobe later that night and handed me a baby doll nightie and stroked my hair until I went to sleep seeing the happy smile on her face."

"What happened then?" I asked intrigued.

"Well over the next few days we talked and she declared that if I went through puberty as a boy, I would never look convincing as a girl. We talked and talked some more and finally she decided that the only solution was that I should start taking female hormones that would keep me from developing into a man. From that day on except for a few special occasions, I never dressed as a boy again. It took quite a bit of getting used to wearing skirts and dresses all the time but soon it was second nature.

"Since I was only 13, I also had to dress the part properly with clothes normally worn by a 13 year old girl. That included knee socks, jeans, and trainers but in a feminine style. She had my hair cut from its normal long straight style to a more feminine bouncy style. My nails were allowed to grow out and she told me that I would only be allowed to use French polish or pale pink instead of the slutty dark reds that I had previously worn. She pierced my ears and plucked my eyebrows to achieve a more feminine arch.

As Andrea took another sip from her glass of wine, I looked at her and could see that her eyebrows were exquisitely contoured with no long hairs present to indicate her former status. Soon she was back on her narrative; "She also quickly had a prescription for birth control pills from her local doctor. Instead of her taking a pill every day to keep away an unwanted pregnancy that wouldn't happen anyway with her now single life-style, I took them instead.

"The birth control pills were better than nothing but eventually we found a source of female hormones and slowly I started filling out in all the right or wrong places. Because all this took place before the on-set of puberty, my voice never broke and my Adam's apple never grew.

"Over the next few years, mum though managed to keep me on hormones until I was able to attend the doctor in my own right. During that time my breasts filled out into about an A cup. At 16 I was able to explain the situation to the doctor and was given a proper prescription for hormone treatment. Just a couple of months ago I had breast implants. I'm now a full 36 C cup and I love the way they feel," she said pointing to an impressive front area.

"I never dress as a man now, all my male clothes with the exception of a few pairs of jeans and T-shirts were thrown out and now male clothes wouldn't fit me. I don't really consider myself to be male and mum and I get on really well together. We act like a couple of sisters. I'm really happy, I'm 18 and I like all the latest fashions."

I asked, "OK you have the appearance of a girl how do you feel about behaving as a girl? Obviously women have different instincts to men with regard to cleaning and looking after a home. My late wife was forever using the vacuum cleaner, because she was house-proud and she took great delight in looking after my daughter and her activities. There is cleaning and so many other domestic chores such as ironing that men never do but are normally expected of women. This position will mean you doing many dreary female things. How do you feel about that?"

"Well since my mum discovered me dressing she told me that if I was going to dress as a female that I would have to learn to be a female completely. That meant she insisted that I clean up the house, prepare meals and generally act the part of a girl."

"I see," I said, "so you have no problem with domestic duties then."

"None at all, in fact I quite enjoy them. The biggest problem I have is that because of my TG status, all the local employers won't take the risk of employing me. They also see my attendance at the special school in my resume. At the interviews I've had, the people have been quite abusive. That's one of the reasons I decided to apply for this job," she explained.

"Well as far as I can see, you meet most of my requirements but I feel that you will need to visit my home to decide whether we can have a formal contract drawn up. It may be that there are some things that you don't like. Do you have any questions for me?" I asked.

"Yes obviously I was wondering where you got your idea and interest in a transgendered housekeeper and if you had designs in starting a personal relationship with the successful applicant."

"Well let's say that I have had TG leanings all my life and I can view the problems of TG people such as yourself with some sympathy and understanding. The position offers a TG person with a wonderful opportunity to make a contribution to my life and to that of my daughter. If a personal relationship develops then it happens, I won't complain. You do make a very attractive woman Andrea and I wouldn't say no to making love to you if the opportunity arose. However the real reason is the position I am offering"

"Thanks for that compliment," she blushed. "I'm reassured that you don't want to get me into bed at the first opportunity."

"Have you decided to go for the final surgery or do you want to keep your penis?" I asked.

"No decision has been made as yet, obviously with all the female hormones I have taken, my penis is now quite small. It never becomes erect now but I still get some pleasure from having it touched by other people. My testes are also very small and I am told no longer produce significant amounts of male hormone. I still have another 6 months to live as a woman before I see my Psychiatrist again and I can gain that all important surgery referral."

"Is it something you want?" I asked

"I think so, but at this stage the doctor has the final say. His opinion so far is that I would make an ideal candidate for SRS but as I say he will not make his decision final for another six months. From what I've heard, the operation can be quite painful and is not always a success. "

"You said you dressed from the age of 13, did you have any problems attending school and in your other activities."

"Well my mother talked to the headmaster and it was decided that to suddenly dress as a girl after years as a boy would be impractical. Between them they arranged a transfer to a special needs school and I dressed in female clothes full time thereafter. I joined the girl guides and had dancing lessons and did all the other things teenage girls do such as horse riding, swimming and going to pop concerts."

"You said your mum and dad divorced. How did he react to your change?"

"He was furious at first and tried to get some legal means to get custody of me. My mum refused to give in to his demands though and he died a little later before the case went to court."

"Do you have any other relatives or friends who know about your situation?"

I asked as we settled back to enjoy our coffee.

"I don't have any other living brothers and sisters but my mum's younger sister has taken a keen interest in me and helps me with buying clothes and make up. We do a lot of things together," said Andrea.

"How did she react at first to your transition?"

"Quite well, she and I had always got on well together because she was only a couple of years older than me. When I changed she teased me. She called me a sissy and so on but all that has stopped now. I would say that she treats me quite well. We go horse riding, swimming and do other things together. Recently she has moved into our house and with mum we are like three sisters together."

"What reaction did your grand parents give? Were they supportive?"

"None of them understood. After Dad left us both his parents avoided contact anyway and both died within a few weeks of each other last year. My mum's Dad died when she was little but my granny and her second husband were disturbed about what happened at the time. They both accept me now though. All in all everything is cool at the moment."

"Have you ever kissed a boy or had sexual relations?"

"Oh I have kissed a few at parties and such like but I've never dated any or had full sexual relations. Though I expect that will be difficult even after my operation."

"Why?"

"Oh it's not something that I think will come easily. I mean any man would really want a stable relationship with a girl who can give him a family. I would have to tell him right out at the start that I was a TG woman and that I couldn't have children. As a TG it would be virtually impossible to adopt children even though I love children very much."

"Talking of children, how would you react to looking after my eight year old girl."

"Oh it would be a wonderful challenge. I would be able to relate to her and help her adjust to approaching womanhood because I have just gone through something similar or be doing the same thing myself."

"OK," I said picking up the bill and leaving a healthy tip for the excellent food and service that we had just received. "I would like to invite you to visit my home, when can you come? If you'd like I could pick you up and take you there tomorrow."

"I can't tomorrow but I'm free on the next day," she said as I helped her put on her coat. I took in her perfume and her long curly hair. As she turned to smile at me I asked her, "What time?"

"How about 10:30 in the morning?"

"Can I pick you up at your home?"

"Yes that should be fine."

She looked up at me and then she reached up on her toes. Stretching she kissed me on the cheek. She only had a little lipstick on after her meal but that didn't matter much.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Because I wanted to and you have been very understanding over the last hour or so. In fact you are probably been the most understanding male I've ever met and I just wanted to show my appreciation for the meal and the chat we have just had."

"Well thanks for that," I said still rubbing my cheek to clean its imaginary coating of lipstick.

"Can I give you a lift anywhere?" I asked.

"Yes you could take me home please and it would help you find my place on Friday," she replied.

Soon I was walking her to her door and she took her key from her clutch bag and opened up the door. Standing on the doorstep she was level with my face and she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "Thanks for such a lovely evening," she said and soon she was gone. I went back to my car feeling really happy.

On the way back home, I decided that Andrea was the better of the two applicants. She was far more advanced than Sandy. She was also more convincing. She had lived as a girl and a young woman for almost 5 years and were keen to go through with the surgery. The only stumbling block was her relative youth and I was at least double her age.

Even as I walked back from the garage to the house, I went through the pros and cons of each applicant in turn. The main consideration that came to me was that Andrea was quite beautiful and she did like me. I went to bed happier than I had been for a long time.

After taking Rachel to school the next day, I decided to make sure that Andrea would feel welcome at my home. I decided to buy her some flowers as a thank you for attending the interview.

The following day I turned up at 10:30 at her house as arranged and she ran out of her front door towards me. She wore a pair of women's slacks, a pair of flat-heeled pumps, a blouse and a simple lady's tweed jacket. In her hand she carried a holdall and that she quickly placed in the back seat of the car.

Entering the car, she reached over and gave me a peck on the cheek and I could see the lipstick mark in the mirror as I drove back home. Soon we were turning up the long drive and I could see that the house and the grounds impressed her.

"The garden was my wife's pride and joy. She loved her flowers and I'm sure that you will have every opportunity to discuss the garden with our gardener when he visits once a week," I said. "It will be your job to give him his instructions each time he visits."

I gave her a guided tour of the grounds before we turned to the main house. I showed her the bedrooms including the room that would be hers if she accepted the position. I showed her Rachel's room with its thousands of furry toys and games.

"It looks like Rachel has been spoiled despite being only eight years old, she has more toys than most kids see in a lifetime."

"Yes her mother and I did tend to spoil her a little," I replied. "I don't give her pocket money but she does get little treats now and again."

I showed her my room with its computer workstation and soon I showed her the Internet sites that had led to my interest in this arrangement. She was fascinated to see other pictures of other Transgendered persons on the screen.

"What do you think, could you look like her," I asked referring to one picture appearing on the screen."

"I can't believe that she wasn't a real woman," she said as the area between her legs emerged penis-less and hairless. "That's incredible," she continued with her mouth open wide.

I saved the file to disk before printing it out on my colour printer and then handing it to her.

"I see you brought a holdall are you going to change into something else?" I asked.

"I wanted to give you a different view of me, so I've brought a skirt, blouse and shoes, and another evening dress. You can stay and watch if you like."

Soon she was down to her bra and panties. Quickly she slipped those off and I could see the small tip of her penis between her legs. Her testicles were almost invisible and were patently useless at producing sperm.

Soon she started the dressing process slipping on an underwire bra but first showing me her new scars on the underside of her armpits.

"The breasts were sore for a few days and it took my back some time to get used to the extra weight. The biggest handicap is that I used to like jogging and I find it extremely painful to do that now. Even with a support bra they flop around too much. I like them do you?"

"Yes I do they look incredible, you should take up cycling," I replied "it's probably better for you."

Soon she was properly dressed and I watched her brush her hair over her shoulders. She braided it expertly before tying it with a broad dark green ribbon that matched her skirt.

"That looks smart, I must say," I said as she twirled about me.

"Do you mind if I borrow something of your wife's to wear?" she asked.

"No, what?" I asked back.

"I really like the pearls hanging up in her jewellery case over there and they would set off this outfit perfectly."

"OK," I said and retrieved them from the stand. "All my wife's jewellery now belongs to Rachel but I don't suppose she will mind."

Taking the necklace I looped it around her neck and breathed in her warm perfume again. As I did up the clasp, I kissed her on the nape of the neck. She turned and kissed me right back putting her arms around me as she did so. Our lips met and soon we were falling down towards the bed in a tight embrace. We kissed and cuddled.

I didn't want to be too pushy with her but soon she was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling me towards her two man made globes. Her nipples and aerole were huge and I was soon sucking on them like a baby. I looked up and could see that she was enjoying the sensations because her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. Soon my hand started worming its way up her skirt but she resisted that move.

"I really like you but please be patient with me, I don't want to experience sex until I am a complete woman," she said.

"OK," I said. "I can understand that. I am just happy that you find me attractive enough to allow me to kiss and cuddle you."

That's what we did for the next 45 minutes until finally she broke free and started moving down my body. Soon she started pulling my belt and then my jeans before pulling my member free. I wasn't a super stud by any means but soon she was sucking me to the biggest erection I have ever had in my life. Weeks of non-activity had left me eager to come and that's what I did with Andrea careful not to take any in her mouth.

"Thanks for that," I said glancing at my watch. "That was just incredible. Not even my wife gave me fellatio like that before."

She smiled as she wiped up the sticky mess with a paper hankie and then stripped off again.

"I think we should shower," she said and we stepped into the cubicle together. Soon we were soaping each other up with me being careful to avoid her pubic area as she requested. I scrubbed her back and helped wash her hair with perfumed shampoo and she reciprocated. Soon we had rinsed off and were lounging in front of a roaring log fire in our dressing gowns drinking hot chocolate.

"Listen I didn't expect any of this to happen but I expect that we feel the same way towards each other," I said.

"What way is that?" she said teasing.

"Oh just that we like each other, I can't say love yet because that comes with time. I'm absolutely infatuated with you and before you say anything it is not because of what you did on the bed," I added.

She laughed "I know but I knew that I met all you criterion so I just wanted to show you that the feeling is mutual and that I do care about you."

"I can see that this is going to be more than an employer - employee relationship," I said taking a drink.

"I guess so," she shrugged making her breasts bounce so much that I wanted to kiss them again.

"Listen we need to get dressed and do some shopping but first will you read this contract and sign it if meets with your approval. You will see that the post carries a good salary and other fringe benefits and no other obligations other than the domestic duties outlined."

I watched her read the two-page document carefully moving her head slightly as she read each line. She flicked her hair back over her ear as she turned the page and then promptly signed and dated the forms and handed both copies back to me saying. "There should have been a clause indicating that sexual relations are part of the job but other than that it's fine," she laughed out loud.

"This makes me very happy Andrea, I think you will find me to be a very good employer," I said as I reached over to kiss her after signing her copy.

She quickly got up and moved towards the door on her toes and waltzed up the stairs. Soon she was back dressed in her blue pencil skirt, three inch heels and cream blouse complete with my wife's three string pearl necklace. In each ear she sported a pearl cluster and her hair was dried and braided tightly as before and held with the green ribbon. I kissed her as I passed her on the stair.

When I got back down from getting dressed, I found Andrea talking on the phone to her mother. "He's agreed to take me on," I overheard from the other room. "I can't believe that he wanted me. You should see this place, he is absolutely loaded and this job will even pay for the final operation. I couldn't believe that he has even had included a provision for medical expenses in the terms and conditions of the contract.

"I could get the operation done tomorrow and start a new life thanks to him. I don't think that I could do that because he is kind of cute and he has been very kind. Though that won't stop me having some fun with him from time to time.

"Nothing much just some cross dressing and painted toe nails. Yes that should keep his mind occupied for a little while," I heard her say.

At that point I marched in and she quickly hung up the phone.

"I didn't hear the phone ring Andrea," I stated.

"You didn't, I couldn't wait to phone my Mum to tell her the good news about me getting the job."

"Oh," I said.

"Is there a problem?" she asked.

"No I just wondered who you were talking to. I would be grateful if you could confine your personal telephone calls to the evening in future," I said as tried to assert my authority over the little minx.

"In my contract it states that there is a clothing allowance, I was wondering if I could have that please as I desperately need some new clothes," she said as if she ignored my comment.

"Sure, I think that this should cover the first month's allowance," I said "Please provide receipts for all clothing purchases any unused allowance is repayable I'm afraid. That means the money must be used for clothing and nothing else."

"Well in that case, let's go shopping," she said and we headed for the car.

Chapter 4. A new start

Soon we were at the same shopping mall that Sandy and I visited and she had selected her wardrobe of dresses and skirts. A couple of pairs of lady's shoes in Shoe City and some make-up in the nearby pharmacy and then we stopped for a late lunch.

"So when do you think you will have your operation?" I asked gain straight to the point.

"I told you, it's not up to me, it's up to my doctor, but I think it will be soon," she replied in her soft feminine voice.

"Do you want it to be soon?" I replied.

"Yes, I really want to be a complete woman, it so frustrating being neither one sex or the other," she replied.

"You could have the best of both worlds," I said looking into her mascara-covered eyes.

"Like a shemale?" she asked.

"Yes."

"That's not what I want, I would only let any man make love to me when I have my vagina fully healed and functioning," she said.

"Have you ever wondered what it was like? Being taken from behind I mean."

"No not really that smacks of homosexuality and I don't feel like a homosexual, I just want to do it as a normal woman would."

"But you sucked me off this morning, that could be construed to be a homosexual act and some married couples indulge in anal intercourse all the time, so what's the problem?" I asked her.

"I know what you mean, but I wanted to show my affection for you. I am not ready to accept anal intercourse until I'm ready. I would like to drop the subject please. Can we talk about your daughter instead?" she asked beating her long feathery eyelashes in my direction.

I spent the next five minutes describing Rachel and her interests, which school she went to and what had happened when her mother had died. She had taken it quite hard the poor little soul and she would need a new adult female to look up to as a role model.

"It seems that I have my work cut out to give you that, I have only been a full time female for the last five years, your daughter has three more years experience over me. So I will have a lot to learn."

"I don't doubt it but Rachel has always been very independent and does things to suit herself all the time. She should be easy enough to look after but she will need things to stimulate her and challenge her over the coming years.

The service was dreadful and as we waited, Andrea started to take out her packages and show me what she had bought. First up was her bag of make-up. She had bought some decidedly sexy items including false eyelashes, false nails, mascara, lipstick and foundation creme. Skin toning creams and cleansers were also in the bag. She handed me the receipt.

"So when do you start to wear all that stuff, you look great as it is?"

"I thought we might go out one night and I want to look my very best for you," she replied.

With that she took out a small mirror out of her bag and applied the new lipstick to her lips.

"Do you like the colour. It's Rimmel's latest kiss proof lipstick. It takes about 60 seconds to dry and then the colour stays all day. Even after eating and drinking," she said.

The waitress serving the first course interrupted my reply but soon I said, "the lipstick makes your lips so kissable, I can hardly wait to get you home and try to wear it off."

"That's the general idea behind the use of this stuff," she said laughing.

We ate our first course in silence and then resumed our conversation about her purchases.

Next out was a pair of black, suede high heel stilettos, which must have had a four-inch heel.

"What possessed you buy such an outrageous pair of shoes," I asked smiling and twirling the shoe by the long pencil thin heel.

"I have always wanted a pair of 'fuck me shoes', my mother stopped me from wearing them when I was younger because she said they would damage my feet and hurt my ankles. I reckon that I am old enough to know better now," she smirked.

"I would only wear these to parties or if we are going out," she quickly added. Putting them back in the box she withdrew a pair of three-inch stilettos and followed that with a conventional pair of ladies dress shoes. "These are for the school run, shopping and driving and just being sensible and boring."

The 3" sling back heels?" I asked.

"For wearing in bed," she joked. "No I've always wanted a pair and they go with the dress."

Finally there wear a pair of white lady's trainers with pink laces and flashes.

"You have been a busy girl," I said taking the receipt.

"These are for when we go cycling together," she said.

"Oh we are going cycling together," I said "Since when?"

"From when I buy, sorry when you buy me a bike. There are lots of nice quiet country roads around your house that are just perfect for cycling," she said. "You said it yourself that I should give up jogging and go cycling instead.

"OK I'll buy you a bike but you had better use it," I replied pointing a finger but not looking angry.

Now she showed me her clothing purchases in turn and I was incredibly impressed with her taste in clothes. She then asked. "I know that I have spent my allowance for this month but do you think it would be possible to get an advance on next month's allowance for some lingerie," she asked.

"What do you need," I asked.

"Everything! I need tights, panties, bras, slips, teddy's, stockings and suspenders. You name it, I need it." she said.

As we started our main course, the thought of seeing her in stockings and suspenders was enough to convince me that it would be worth the couple of hundred pounds that little lot would cost me. "OK," I said, "but this should be an advance on next month's salary."

"Oh!" she said with frustration. "That's a bit mean."

"OK then, I agree this will be on next month's clothing allowance," I said as I tucked into my instant meal that had taken half an hour to arrive. "I don't think I'll be back here again in a hurry, the food is dreadful and the service is diabolical."

One thing I had noticed that each movement that Andrea made was feminine. Each movement of her hands, gestures, the use of the cutlery, handling the clothes and makeup were all done delicately and femininely. Even the way she drank from her glass and cup was demure and delicate. She was turning out to be too good to be true.

"Right then," I said, "where do you want to go?"

"I know a little shop in Morningside that sells all the right stuff, can we go there?" she asked grasping my hand.

"Oh I think I know the place, I once bought my wife some lingerie for Christmas at a shop in that suburb but she never wore it, saying it was too impracticable. You want to go there? It will be my pleasure on one proviso." I said as I reached forward to kiss the back of her hand.

"What?" she replied simply.

"You buy a corset, I'll give you the money outside your allowance."

"What a corset? You are kidding right?"

"No I am serious. It will be good for you figure to have some tight lacing. If you are agreeable, we can go to the corset maker now." I replied.

"OK then, if it is properly made and fitted and isn't uncomfortable then it would be interesting to try one," she replied.

This was going to cost me but I was determined that she should be corseted from now on. Not only would it give her feminine grace but beauty too with a waist to match. I was determined to implement a tight waist regime as soon as possible.

I had arranged that my sister in law would collect Rachel from school so we had the rest of the day together to buy her lingerie and order her corset(s). Since the corset maker was on the way we stopped there first.

It was discreet shop in a back street on the east side of town. We entered via a dark passageway to what appeared to be an ordinary flat on the inside. A middle-aged woman answered the door and I was soon stating my requirements.

"My girlfriend has agreed to wear a corset to an important function in a couple of weeks time. I would like to get her fitted for one, the only provision is that it must be comfortable to wear for a long time and should reduce her waist by up to four inches.

"I see," she said "Are you the lucky girlfriend my dear."

"Yes," whispered Andrea back in response her voice suddenly gone.

"Come over here dear, and I'll take some measurements before we look at the different styles."

Armed with a tape and notebook, she took down Andrea's measurements, which came out at 36-28-34.

"I can give you a 24" waist with this corset or the possibility of 22" with this style," she said. Both are equally comfortable to wear with generous padding in all the right places. They are built to avoid digging in. Once on apart from the tightness there should be no other uncomfortable feeling."

"How long would it take to reduce the waist by six inches," I asked fascinated in these most feminine of garments.

"I would think that if the wearer was to follow a strict regimen of wearing a corset then the waist reduction would follow and be retained even after removal overnight. Though the wearer must be careful not to remove a corset too suddenly, as the body will react painfully. It is far better to reduce the tightness over a few hours."

"What about sleeping," I interrupted, "is it advisable to sleep with a corset?"

"Yes, initially I would recommend using a special sleeping corset though you could go eventually stop wearing one after a couple of months."

"Wait a minute," said Andrea. "I don't want to go about in a corset every day."

The outfitter replied, "it would do wonders for your figure and you would soon forget you had one on."

"Andrea, I would really appreciate it, if you let the outfitter fit a couple of different styles to let you see there is nothing to fear," I said.

"OK then but not too tight." she replied with a look of trepidation in her eyes.

Soon she emerged from the changing room with only her bra and panties on.

"Hold your hands up here out of the way dear," said the outfitter pointing to a bar just above her head.

The busk was quickly closed in front using the clips and she then drew the laces tighter until she taken in just two inches before she tied them off.

"There now. How does that feel," said the outfitter taking a measurement to show that Andrea now had a 25.5-inch waist.

"It doesn't feel that uncomfortable?" I asked.

"No it feels weird, like it is pulling in all directions, It certainly flatters my figure more and it doesn't pinch or cut in anywhere," she added.

"That's a good sign," said the outfitter. "This one I can have ready for you in about a week at a cost of £200 or £350 for two."

"I'll have two, do I pay you now?" I replied much to Andrea's interest

"No you can pay me on delivery or on collection here. Meanwhile you are welcome to continue using this one until then. It has one or two little ingenuous devices built in that you might find interesting."

"There is provision for a strap that passes under the crotch and it connects to the back of the corset by means of this lockable device. So that the corset can also act as a chastity belt. Of course the wearer can still relief herself but the corset will get wet and be uncomfortable. The other is the use of a small padlock top and bottom to keep it on against the wishes of the wearer."

"Oh no, no thank you," said Andrea trying to reach behind her back to loosen the laces. "I don't want to keep this on any longer."

"I am sorry, Andrea but in the contract you signed this morning it said that you must wear the appropriate uniform as requested by me at all times. The contract covers all types of feminine clothing. I am insisting that you will wear a corset until I say otherwise."

"Oh Do I have too?" She had a look of surprise and disappointment in her face

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because it will give you more feminine curves and I think it looks great on you," I said taking her narrowed waist in both hands and then reaching down to kiss her neck.

"I'm not sure about this," she added.

"OK I tell you what, wear this one for the next few days and see how it goes."

"OK," she said. "Will you let me out, if it is too painful?"

"You will have to convince me of that," I replied.

Unseen by Andrea when she getting dressed, the corset maker slipped me the small padlocks and the chastity belt strap that I hoped would soon be in regular use. I agreed to return the demonstration corset fully laundered when we returned to collect the new ones. I also picked up a leaflet describing her other products including hobble underskirts and pencil skirts. There was also an interesting booklet on leather lace up boots with various sizes of heel ranging from 2" all the way up to 6".

These shoes based on a Victorian design also had the potential to be tied tightly and locked on using special eyelets and straps. Interesting I thought.

Soon we were at the lingerie shop and Andrea had a great time buying herself some conventional but sexy items including some skimpy panties, some underwire bras, and a cheeky red Basque complete with six suspenders. Also into the bag went a dozen pairs of Lycra stockings and several pairs of tights.

She also bought some ribbon and lace gloves. Why I don't know, but everything was quickly parcelled up and we headed back to the car. Getting her into the car proved interesting as she had lost her upper body flexibility because of the corset.

"This is crazy, I feel so helpless with this thing on, can't I take it off when we get home," she pleaded.

"I think you should stay with it for a little longer to see if you can get used to it," I replied.

"Despite your claims that it would be comfortable to wear, I feel as though it is cutting me in half. It is also digging into my ribs and near my hips. If I had a knife I would cut the laces now believe me."

"I'm sorry, when we get back I'll loosen the laces for you a little OK," I smiled at her as we headed home. I was disappointed.

When we arrived back home it was nearly 5:00pm and the sun was setting in the unseasonable warm winter sky. I looked across at her and smiled, "Would Mademoiselle care to dine inside or outside this evening."

"I feel quite tired, a quiet night in by the fire would be fine. Would you like some coffee?" she asked as she went straight to the coffee maker.

"I would love a cup," I replied, "two sugars and milk."

"Sugar isn't good for you, you know," she replied.

"I know," I said "but I like my things sweet and besides I have been at this weight for the last 15 years."

"With the hormones, I have been taking I have to watch what I eat, otherwise I would swell out," she claimed. "I quite like sweet things like chocolate and cakes but I cannot indulge like I used to."

It would be even worse if I had anything to do with it, as the effects of prolonged corset wearing would have an effect on her appetite and ultimately her figure. As she sat down, I noticed that she had to sit upright.

"That corset's having a wonderful effect on your stature," I said. "You don't lean back like you did this morning."

"I can't this thing is killing me can we take it off now?" she pleaded.

"Yes just let me finish my coffee," I asked. "Come here and sit on my lap."

She got up and sat down on my lap and I wrapped my arm around her slim waist and drew her hair back to my face. "Watch out I'll spill my coffee," she said as I sniffed in her fragrance, and nuzzled and kissed her neck.

"I like that," she said, "keep doing it."

"With pleasure," I said. "You smell and taste wonderful."

"The corset," she said and just as I helped her up onto her feet a car drew up at the back door.

The dog barked his usual greeting to the visitors and we got up to welcome them. It was my sister-in-law returning Rachel to me in time for supper. I quickly helped with Rachel's things and Andrea helped take her satchel and clothing bags from the car.

I introduced Stacie, my sister-in-law to Andrea by saying that Andrea was my new housekeeper.

"Pleased to meet you," said Stacie. "Have you given her the job?" she enquired of me. "Yes, she meets all my criterion, she is beautiful, good with children, hard working, lives locally and she seems to like me," I replied leaving out the transgendered option that had been the first priority. I took Rachel indoors while the two continued to talk outside.

"What do you think of the man of the house?" Stacie asked Andrea.

"I think that the interview we had a couple of days ago broke the ice and I signed a six month contract this morning. We have spent the day getting to know each other. First shopping, then lunch and then more shopping and I'm ready to start my duties with Rachel now."

"You will have to watch him, he was always a ladies man. Now he is a free man so to speak, I'm sure you will find him more than helpful," replied Stacy who was plump in a well-rounded way.

"Thanks but until now he has been utterly charming and a perfect gentleman," Andrea replied.

"Just wait, that will change," predicted Stacie. "You have to remember that he has been without female company since his wife died and I'm sure that he will try to get inside your panties soon."

"We already discussed that and he has agreed to respect my femininity," Andrea replied. "However if he did make advances I'm not sure that I would complain, he such a charmer, my knees go weak just at the thought."

"Well don't say I didn't warn you," laughed Stacie as the pair eventually headed indoors.

As usual, three months of looking after Rachel had put me into autopilot and I immediately had her upstairs and changing her out of her school uniform.

Rachel asked. "Is Andrea going to stay with us? She looks really pretty dad.

Are you going to marry her? Are you Dad?"

Just in and Rachel was straight to the point as usual, "Yes she is pretty and no I don't think we will be getting married, she is only 18 years old. I would be double her age. She is here as the housekeeper and your governess and that means she is here to look after you more than me."

"Oh," said Rachel, "goody that sounds cool."

Rachel had been watching too much American TV I decided after that last sentence. Soon I had her changed and she rushed downstairs to meet Andrea who was still in the kitchen talking to Stacie.

"How are you two getting on?" I asked entering the kitchen.

"Fine Stacie has been telling me all about you," replied Andrea

"Just the ones that count," added Stacie.

"I won't tempt fate by asking, would you like to stay for something to eat," I asked Stacie.

"No I have to get back to Donald, he is holding the fort while I brought Rachel back. She and Emily had a great time this afternoon."

"Thanks for looking after her for me at such short notice," I said as she got into her car.

"That's OK," she said, "Emily likes it when Rachel comes around to play."

She wound the window before continuing. "Richard it is none of my business but I think that you should have got someone a little older, she seems awfully young to me."

"What she lacks in experience she makes up in her determination and enthusiasm to do the job. It's an excellent opportunity for her and I'm sure that she will work hard to make a success of it. Time will tell, in any case experienced help would cost more," I added.

"I just hope you know what you are doing?" she added before starting up the motor.

"We'll just have to see, give my regards to Donald," and I waved at the two taillights as she shot down the drive at her usual break neck speed.

As I returned indoors, Rachel was seated at the table doing her homework and I handed her the bunch of flowers to give Andrea. "OK dad," she said taking any excuse to stop her homework and she rushed over to the sink to hand them over.

"These are for you Andrea, from me and dad. Welcome to our house," she said and then curtsied.

"Oh Rachel thank you very much and to your dad, they are so beautiful," she said looking over at me smiling. "Can you show me where the vases are kept so we can put them in water?"

"There are some in that cupboard above the sink," Rachel replied.

Andrea quickly selected one and had it filled with water. She cut the end of the stems off and arranged them very well. "What do you think? Aren't they pretty?" Said Andrea.

"Very pretty," and Rachel reached up and Andrea dropped down to give my daughter a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh I've left some makeup on your cheek," said Andrea as she wiped my daughter's face with her hand.

My daughter noticed Andrea's long nails and exclaimed, "what long nails you have. They are very pretty, could you paint my nails like that please."

"May be later I am a little busy right now trying to get your supper ready, I won't forget though," she added.

Andrea quickly got to work and soon had a couple of pans loaded with potatoes and vegetables boiling on the hob. She then took some pork strips from the freezer and after defrosting them put them in another pan to which she added mushrooms and a tin of sauce mix she found in a cupboard. She added some spices and herbs and left the pork to stew.

"Right are you ready for the first course," she asked me. "If so could you move your newspaper please,"

She then produced some corn on the cob, which was smeared in melted butter. We all three sat down with Rachel enjoying her corn as usual. "My favourite," smiled Rachel taking girl sized bites made harder by the absence of both of her front milk teeth.

Sitting more upright Andrea was soon finished and was back at the stove to give all the other pans a quick stir. She turned and rested her rear against the worktop and put her hands to her sides. That corset must be hurting by now I thought. She had been wearing it for nearly 5 hours now and she must have realised that there would be no relief from it until Rachel went to sleep in a couple of hours time. She was going to have to learn patience.

Just then the phone rang and since she was on her feet Andrea went to answer it.

"The Mitchell residence," she answered. "Oh hi mum," she suddenly burst out, "I'm fine, I am right in the middle of making the evening meal can you phone me back in a couple of hours time. OK. I speak to you then, I love you Bye."

"That was quick," I said.

"I have the meal to get ready and dishes to wash. Then I have Rachel to get ready for bed, so I'll have to speak to her later," she explained fiddling with her apron strings with her free hand.

Soon the meal was prepared. Rachel dragged Andrea out to see and feed Nutmeg who was back inside his stall. Andrea didn't change out of her skirt but slipped on a pair of green wellingtons belonging to my wife. The pair were gone for about half an hour and that gave me a chance to catch up on the day's other events such as answer phone calls and check my share prices.

Soon both girls were in and I could detect the unpleasant aroma of horse manure from both of them. "Phew what a smell," I said.

"Sorry we will both have a shower now," said Rachel and with that she led Andrea upstairs. Andrea's stiff torso was visibly slowing her progress.

Soon Rachel smelt sweet again and I undertook my usual fatherly duty to read her a bedtime story. Meanwhile Andrea had stripped out of her clothes and was waiting patiently in her room so that I could free her from her corset.

I made her wait and it was nearly 45 minutes before I knocked on her door.

"Please let me out of this thing," she pleaded.

"I am sorry you have had to wait so long, I will only let you out provided you agree to wear it again tomorrow."

"Anything, I just can't stand another minute tonight, I have worn it for seven hours now and my sides and my chest feel as though they have been run over by a road roller. I undid the complex knots and quickly she stepped out of the sexy garment."

"Ouch," she said holding her sides as the tension in her body was released when the laces were being slackened.

"The lady did warn you that it hurt to be released too suddenly from the corset, I guess she was right," I replied.

She smiled, "She was right but the pain was worth it to get off at last." She started rubbing her waist and ribcage. "It has given me a slimmer waist so maybe if you won't tie the laces so tightly tomorrow we can do it again."

Soon she was back from the hot shower and was towelling her long hair dry.

I gave her the hair dryer and she sat on the bed stark naked and dried her hair. I had a good view of her body and apart from her tiny penis she was every inch a woman with round C cup breasts, and wide almost child-bearing hips. As she turned, her arse cheeks looked so cute as she pulled up a pair of high cut lace panties.

She picked up a new bra and fastened that in front before slipping it round and putting in her arms. She adjusted the shoulder straps and then took it off repeating the process with all the others before she finished by putting the first one back on again.

"Enjoying the view," she said.

"Immensely," I said.

"I'm glad, because I'm pleased you like my female body."

"When did you say that you would have your little problem removed?" I asked.

"I hoping that it will happen in the year or so, my doctor will be so pleased to hear that I am living and working as a woman now. It should be automatic to get my surgery referral," she said.

After she had dried her hair, I disappointed her by holding up her corset yet again.

"Oh do I have to?" she sulked

"I am afraid so, I can see the advantage of you wearing it if you don't."

Soon I was pulling on the laces so that she was back down to 26". "How does that feel?" I asked.

"Not nearly as bad as before," she said relieved.

"Not that I don't trust you, but you will find it impossible to get the corset off now," I said. She heard two clicks near the flap that covered the lace knots in the middle of her back as I secured both the miniature padlocks.

She looked in the mirror and cried. "Oh no, please take them off. I don't want to wear this all night."

"I'm sorry but from now on you will be wearing something like this all the time now, so you had better get used to it. I don't think that it is too uncomfortable at the moment, but I can make it much tighter." I also held up the chastity strap that would connect around her crotch. "This fits in the middle between your legs, do you want to try it?"

"No thank you," she said seemingly very sincere

"I have another present for you," I said.

"What another corset?" she replied seemingly still put out by wearing this straitjacket.

"Look in another couple of weeks you will wonder what the fuss was all about when we get you down to 22" or less. You have just started and we won't finish until we get your figure in a perfect hourglass shape.

"You said you had a present," she suddenly remembered.

"Yes wait here," I withdrew from the cupboard a small box, complete with wrapping paper and handed it to her. She used her long nails to slice through the paper and seemed enchanted with what she found.

"It's beautiful," she declared. "A beautiful lace and nylon see through negligee."

I helped her put it on and she carefully slipped on her high heel mules. Soon she minced back and forward in front of me. She looked like a fifties' style Hollywood film actress. The corset was accentuating her waist and her hips.

She caught me watching and said. "I hope you like what you see?" She asked as she walked past with her hands down by her sides and her wrists bent.

She giggled, "this is exquisite, thank you so much," and she kissed me hard on the lips after feeling the negligee material.

"I am really glad you like it," I said kissing her back.

Soon we were lying back in bed kissing and cuddling. I fondled her breasts and she started to moan as I moved her bra off her full wiggling breasts. Soon I was licking and biting her nipples gently with my teeth. She was lying back all the while moaning and writhing on the bed. Her legs never stopped moving.

I then tried to force my hand up her night-dress and in between her thighs, when she realised what was happening she tried to force her legs shut but I was insistent. Soon I had her little penis in my hand and despite all my massaging it was obvious that it wouldn't rise to the occasion. Sensing my disappointment she reciprocated and quickly encircled my engorged and straining shaft in her manicured hand and started to pump me hard up and down.

Soon she was holding my spent shaft and her hand was covered in my white seed. Then she took her hand and licked it clean taking all my come into her mouth.

"Why did you do that," I asked.

"Because I wanted to, it doesn't taste too bad, slightly salty but not too bad."

"Would you do that again," I asked

"Of course, you make me feel so much like a woman, I think I would do anything to please you," she said. "Including wearing this thing," she added pointing to her hard outer shell.

"You mean you won't complain when it gets tighter?" I asked

"Not if it means making love like this again, that was wonderful I can't wait for the operation to happen so that you will enter me."

"That can happen now if you want, we don't have to wait until you have a vagina."

"You mean take me in my rear, that won't be much good will it?" she asked with a look of concern on her pretty face.

"It happens all the time even between men and women. In many ways it is better that way because usually the rectum is much tighter. You will also gain satisfaction because of the stimulation of the prostrate gland."

"You can't be serious, take me in ass, what about infections and stuff."

"I'll use a condom and you could have an enema before hand. Take my word for it you will enjoy it. It will also show what it is like to be taken by a man in a way you may only have dreamed about."

The phone interrupted my conversation and she reached over to answer it.

"Everything's fine mum, Mr Mitchell and his daughter Rachel get on fine with me. I have had a really busy day shopping and making meals but we signed a six-month contract this morning. I met his sister in law who seems to like me too. The real work starts on Monday when I have to get up early to get Rachel ready for school.

"I have my own room, with TV and a telephone, I have to order and buy all the food and drink and I have to do all the cleaning. He has already helped me spend nearly £400 of my clothing allowance today. I have never had so many new clothes and shoes all at the same time. It's like Christmas I don't know what to try on or wear next.

"I couldn't resist buying some high heels and some party dresses. I am dying to show you all the new stuff on my next day off.

"It's in ten days time then I get every second Saturday off."

Then with me listening closely to her side of the conversation, she said, "Mr Mitchell's really good Mum, he is very kind and considerate and has said that when the time comes he will help with any medical expenses I will incur during the operation.

"I think that this job will make it easier to get the surgical referral I need. I think it will be sooner rather than later. Mum, I have to go now, give my love to your sister. I'll see you soon bye, I love you."

She hung up the phone with a tear glistening in her left eye and I cuddled her closely. Come on you can't hide under your mother's apron strings all your life. You have to start wearing your own apron now," I said. "So come on cheer up, she is not so far away that you can't go round and see her in the evening now and again."

"You have been so good to me, can I sleep beside you tonight?" she asked.

"Yes of course, I think it would be better in the master bedroom." I said and I got and up and lifted her gently up off the bed and carried her through to my bed.

"How strong you are," she said. "I like you more and more with each hour that passes, you have sensitivity and you treat me well but you know how to use masculine strength. I think I'm falling for you."

"I think you are just tired," I said as I laid her down on the side of the bed so recently used by my late wife. During the night I awoke up a couple of times and put my arms around her and she reciprocated without waking. It was the best night's sleep I had had for several months.

Chapter 5 - A New Day.

The following day might be Saturday but I awoke to the dreadful sound of a vacuum cleaner near the bedroom door.

She walked in pushing the vacuum cleaner ahead of her and awake now, I looked over and we both smiled. She switched off the machine, "This place is a mess, when did you last Hoover up this place?" she asked.

"A couple of weeks ago, why?" I asked back leaning on my side and propping my head up with a pillow.

"I thought so, the carpets are a disgrace and Rachel's room looks like it was the main scene in a disaster movie," she said putting her arms on both hips. "I also have to go shopping for food and that's why I woke you early so we can go to the market to avoid the rush later."

"The vegetables and fruit will be fresher too, so come on get up and get Rachel dressed and lets get moving. I have a shopping list as long as my arm." she said. "The fridge is nearly empty and looks like you haven't had a meal that wasn't out of a tin in weeks."

"God this corset cuts in. It's not easy to work in it, are you sure you won't reconsider me wearing it full time," she added.

"No that's the deal," I said quickly. "Wear your 3" heels and put on that dress you bought yesterday for me please if we are going out, I want to show you off," I replied in answer to her tone of authority.

I got up and nudged sleepy Rachel awake and she smiled, "Is Andrea still here?"

"Yes why?"

"Great she said she would help me with Nutmeg today," Rachel replied jumping up and putting on her riding breeches and sweatshirt.

"Before that we have to have breakfast and then we need to go shopping. Andrea wants to go to the market to get us some food, so Nutmeg will have to wait until later."

"I'll just turn him out into the paddock then and we will tack him up after we come back," she said jumping down towards the bathroom. Soon we were having a quick breakfast before we headed for the car.

Andrea had done her make-up and was positively glowing as she sat beside me clasping her list tightly.

So I said as we headed out the gate, "what do we need?"

"Just about everything but the priority is fresh food, I don't believe in living out of tins," she said.

"You are quite right, we don't want to get scurvy," I said smiling.

"It is more serious than that, you need to have a healthy diet to maintain a healthy body," she said with sincerity

I helped her out of the car when we got to the market and I walked behind her as we went in. I pushed the trolley as Rachel and Andrea visited the various parts of the store. Andrea's heels clicked noisily on the shiny marble floor. She seemed to walk with a grace and ability that caught the eye of every hot-blooded male in the store; including me.

She filled the trolley to overflowing with fresh produce including meat, chicken and vegetables. As we went past the make-up area I noticed her slipping quite a few little items such as lipstick and nail polish into the trolley.

As I watched her surge down each isle with enthusiasm, I knew that under that dress, she wore a pair of stockings and that corset was pulling her in tight. Her make-up was impeccable and hair was fluffed out and hung in waves about her face.

We soon had a full trolley and we headed over to the check out counter, Andrea picked up a couple of women's magazines and placed them in with the rest of the shopping. "I need something to read and I'd like to try some of the recipes," she said to me by way of explanation.

I looked at the top one and the headline story was all about a woman whose brother was now her sister after a sex change operation. They looked like twins and now she was going to help her transsexual sister have a baby because she loved her so much.

"Have you seen the top story?" I asked her as I pointed to the magazines as he continued to help me load the bags of shopping back into the trolley.

"What?" she said picking up the magazine. I could see a broad smile soon emerge from her face as she took in the front-page picture of the two beautiful and similar looking women.

"Maybe they can do something similar on us," she said to me, "an article like that would pay a couple of hundred pounds easily."

"No thanks," I said, "at least not yet!"

"True but it would be sensational to get a story published."

"I don't want our story to get out, I just want us to be happy together." I replied.

"Yes I that makes sense," she looked at me looking for me to respond.

"Well I ask you, where would it stop, your picture would be in every paper in the country within a couple of days. Is that what you want?" I said as we headed back to the car.

"No I don't suppose so," she said as she walked alongside me pushing a well-laden trolley. I opened the car and she got in leaving me to load up the car just like a normal female would do.

Rachel and she were busy talking over a small toy horse we had bought her while I lugged the heavy bags of food into the back of the car. Despite the cold conditions I was sweating quite hard and my glasses were all steamed up when I sat behind the wheel.

"I didn't think I got you this bad," she said watching me clean my glasses.

"OK then lets go, anywhere else you want to go?" I said ignoring her comment.

"There is new clothing store over there and I thought maybe we could buy Rachel some new jeans and sweatshirts for her to use when she is with Nutmeg," she said.

"OK lets go but I don't want to spend all day shopping, I have things to do at home," I replied.

"This wont take long," she replied and we drove over to the store.

It was one of those huge discount warehouses where the purchaser must take out a yearly membership in return from huge discounts and reductions. Andrea immediately suggested that I take out a membership in our names and the woman thought that we were married initially until Andrea pointed to her missing ring on her left hand. "Oh I do apologise," she said.

"He is my dad," said Andrea suddenly holding on to my arm affectionately.

The cards were issued and we went inside the main part of the store. I saw computer equipment and said that I wanted to look at it. Andrea said, "while you look here, Rachel and I will go over there to the clothes."

"OK I'll meet you in a few minutes," I said as I headed over to look at some of the software and hardware on display.

I found some interesting software packages at ridiculous prices and carrying my boxes strode over to where Andrea had pointed. I couldn't find either of them nearby.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel and Andrea emerging from two of the changing rooms. Andrea was sporting a pair of stretch jeans that showed off her swelling rear very well, while Rachel was also sporting a pair of jeans with tartan patches on the pockets.

The trolley also contained various items of female clothing with some I noted too big to fit Rachel. One thing that did catch my eye was a dark red full length silk under slip with pretty embroidery along the bra line.

"You girls nearly finished?" I asked.

"Almost. Do you like Rachel's jeans?" she asked back.

"I do," I said looking instead at Andrea's skin-tight jeans that showed off her rear to perfection.

"Yours like nice, too," I replied.

Soon my bank debit card was taking another battering as we went through the check out. "I hope you don't mind but I needed some bits and pieces," she looked over at me.

I helped her into the car marvelling at how well the tight jeans gave her the rounded rear curves of a female.

"You look really cute in those, all you need are some high heel boots to set them off a little," I said.

"Do you think so? Can we get a pair?" She asked me suddenly. "I saw a pair back inside, can I go and get them?" She looked at me with those big eyes and titled her long neck waiting for a response. Much the same a way a dog does when he is waiting for you to throw a ball.

"OK I'll load up the car, while you get them," I replied.

Of course, Andrea came back with two pairs of square block heeled boots one brown and one black pair in very supple leather. Both were equipped with side zippers that went from her ankles to her knees.

"Good lets go," I said, "Are we finished?"

"Not quite, I think that we should stop at the equestrian centre for some horse feed, I noticed that Nutmeg was getting low on feed."

As she sat down in the front passenger seat beside me, I saw her slip off her stilettos and massage her feet, particularly her arch and Achilles tendon. "I have never ever spent so much time in heels before. They take some getting used to," she said. "My calf muscles feel on fire and my instep just aches. Do you mind if I wear my boots instead now?" She asked.

"No that's OK I don't want to turn you into a cripple all for the sake of fashion," I countered.

She quickly slipped on the boots and zipped them up with the jeans inside.

"You like?" She asked.

"I like," I replied.

It was just as well that we were driving one of the biggest cars on the market because soon the Land Rover was full with our shopping, our clothes and software and several bales and bags of horse feed.

When we got home Andrea walked into the house leaving me to unload the car. 'Just like a woman,' I thought. As I made the first trip to the feed store shed, I could hear her first move outside. I was soon to discover that she was interested in retrieving her other pair of boots, her shoes and the clothing purchases. It would be my job to bring in the groceries unaided.

After I had brought in the last of the bags and set them down on the kitchen floor, I was greeted with the smell of fresh coffee. Andrea had quite wisely decided that I needed a cup before lunch.

"Thanks how did you know I needed that," I asked.

"Call it women's intuition," She replied

"Or Rachel's advice?" I replied looking at the minx going out of the door.

"Oh OK then if you prefer?" she smiled back.

"No on reflection your reply sounds better. What's for lunch?" I asked.

"Do you like spicy chicken?" She asked in reply.

"Yes."

"I thought I would give you some Buffalo Wings to tide you over until later," she replied.

"Thanks that would be great, I haven't had them for months."

"Yes I know, a great thing women's intuition," she smirked. "Your daughter knows you better than you think."

Once we had lunch, I left Andrea to her kitchen. She waded into every cupboard and crevice cleaning and tidying. She had all the food packed and the normally cluttered kitchen work surface was bare.

I worked in my den looking at the closing city prices while Andrea continued her spring clean until I heard a knock at the door. I got up and answered her knock and I saw that she looked flustered and covered in perspiration from all her activities.

"I want to show you the kitchen and to give you these," she said giving me a collection of photographs, letters and magazines that she had found.

"Thanks," I said, "you have been a busy woman."

"At least I know where everything is now and I chucked a mountain of old food in the bin. Even some of the pet food was past its sell by date," she added.

"Good, now what do you intend to do?" I asked.

"Well, there is a small mountain of ironing to do but I thought Rachel and I could spend some time with Nutmeg. Before I go and get changed, I was hoping that as a reward I could be relieved of this corset for a little while."

"Come here then," I said and she came into my den.

"I never noticed before but this place could do with a tidy up too."

"Turn around," I said and I lifted her blouse up and undid the tiny padlocks and helped with the laces.

"Owh," she howled as the laces slackened off suddenly.

"You were warned about that," I said. "Shall I lace you back up?"

"No I'll be fine just give me massage in the middle of my back please," she said as leaned towards me.

"Here?" I said as I used the tips of fingers to stimulate her spinal column.

"That's great, do you think we could continue this upstairs," she said looking over her shoulder and through her hair.

"I don't see why not," I replied.

She went ahead and disappeared into the bathroom to collect some baby oil that was under the wash basin. When I arrived she was lying face down on the bed with oil in her hand. She handed it to me and said I should warm up my fingers first.

Soon she was cooing and aahing away as I rubbed her back up and down gently moving the folds of skin that had been released. "That is so good, where did you learn how to give massages like that," she asked.

"My wife used to get them all the time," I replied. "They used to drive her wild."

"I can see why," Andrea whispered into the pillow.

"How about your front? Would you like that massaged too?" I asked hoping the answer would be yes. Who wouldn't miss the chance to stroke those two man made but luscious orbs that now hung from her chest.

"That sounds great," she said and she turned over to reveal her new cleavage.

"Are they sensitive?" I asked fiddling with her nipples.

"Much more than they used to be," she replied

"How much more?" I asked again while her small nipples became erect beneath my fingers.

"A lot," she whispered. My massage and stimulation were visibly turning her on and soon she was panting away like some woman who was having her clitoris massaged.

It all came to nothing when we heard an impatient Rachel shouting up the stairs, "Andrea are you coming to help?"

"Yes I am just getting changed, I'll be down in a moment," Andrea shouted quickly from the open door as she headed towards her room clutching all her clothes.

"OK, I'll get Nutmeg ready," Rachel shouted back

I just lay on the bed and relaxed, I think I was falling in love. Andrea was everything I had ever hoped for.

Andrea came back into my room and smiled at me, she looked relaxed as she came in wearing the same tight pair of stretch jeans and a check shirt that hugged her ample bosom. She had tied her hair back into a ponytail and her ear rings were visible. She came up to my wife's dressing table and applied some lipstick and then kissed me before applying some more. I just lay and watched her.

Just then she then turned and had a look of wildness in her and she came over to me with her tube of lipstick in her hand.

"Can I just try something please," she asked.

"What?" I asked as I lay flat on my back.

"This," and she jumped on top of me. She may have been 10 stones (140 lbs) but she couldn't be shifted as her thighs straddled my head and I looked up at her crotch.

"I wanted to see what you would look like with a little make-up on," she said down at my squashed head between her legs. "I won't let you go until you say yes."

"You have got to be kidding," I tried to say, but my face was being squashed by her strong thigh muscles and it came out as an incoherent babble.

The next thing I knew she was applying some of her creamy plum coloured lipstick to my lips and reaching over some blue mascara to my eyelashes. She then got up, bent down and she kissed me hard on the lips. Our lipstick covered mouths merged into one and I felt her tongue enter my mouth. I gratefully received it sucking hard. She got up smiling and trotted out the door saying, "don't forget to blot your lips."

I rolled over and fell fast asleep blissfully happy.

Chapter 6 A New Routine

Over the next few weeks, we settled down and enjoyed each other's company, she worked hard and the house and our clothes were all spick and span. Rachel was neatly turned out to school each day, and I had been back to my old employer about trying to get my job back. It seemed that I would start back in a few week's time if they were successful in winning a major new defence contract.

Andrea had also introduced me to the joys of dieting. Although her food preparation skills were excellent, I was forced onto a low fat, low calorie diet in a bid to lose a stone in weight.

I tried to argue my case with her but it was hopeless. "I am a healthy weight for my size," I said.

"Rubbish look at this chart it definitely proves that you are overweight so you have to go on a diet," she replied with authority.

When that little issue was decided, I was determined to get my weight down as quickly as possible. I was surprised that in a couple of weeks my belt came in by a couple of notches.

"Your waist looks so much trimmer now," she said to me as I came down for my usual piece of dried toast and unsweetened coffee at breakfast.

"You don't look so bad yourself," I replied looking at her now 24" waist courtesy of the new corset she wore almost 24 hours a day.

She put one hand on her now pronounced hips and waved her porridge ladle at me and said, "Tonight, I want to see how you would look in one these."

"No way. That's for you to wear and for me to admire," I said. "Anyway when is your appointment today, I'll run you in after Rachel is dropped off at school."

"It's at 9:30," she replied

"Are you anxious?" I asked.

"A little, if all goes well, I could get my surgical referral for the operation today."

"To turn you into a woman?" I replied.

"I hope so," she said as she came over to remove some of her long hairs from my jacket.

"When do you think it could happen, the operation I mean?" I asked.

"If the referral is given, it would then depend on the waiting list but it could be faster if I went privately. There is a private hospital here that could do it but it would cost a lot of money."

"How much?" I asked.

"Oh about £6000 give or take a few pounds."

"Six months salary," I replied.

"You could let me have the money, couldn't you?" She asked and then she reached up and pecked me on the nose.

"We will see, lets get that daughter of mine off to school first."

Soon we were parking up for Andrea's appointment. I asked, "can I come inside too?"

"I would love that," she looked at me suddenly nervous. "It should help him to know that I have a relationship with a man now. Can we just tell him the truth? If he finds out that we have lied it would set me right back to square one. This doctor is no fool."

"No problem," I said as I helped her out of the car and she walked with me across the car park. Andrea was wearing a pretty navy blue suit with a tight straight skirt and single-breasted jacket with just a hint of her slip showing underneath.

Soon we were called into the doctor's office and we sat down in front of a middle-aged doctor with greying temples.

"Ah Andrea, how are we today? It was what, two months since I last saw you and it seems that you may have a man in your life now?" he asked looking at me.

"Yes and a job," she replied with a quiet whisper. "Richard, here agreed to take me on as his housekeeper to look after his home and his lovely 8 year old daughter just after our last appointment. Everything seems to be working out fine," and she reached out and held my hand tightly. I could feel her nails cutting into my hand with the tension she was feeling.

"So you have a job with responsibilities, that's good," he replied.

"Tell me Mr... Mr," he asked.

"Mitchell, Richard Mitchell," I helped.

"Yes Mr Mitchell, how has Andrea coped with her new job?"

"Very well, I am pleased with her performance in every respect. She controls the house expenditure on a tight budget, my daughter is always well turned out for school and she even has me on a healthy diet." I smiled to ease the tension but nothing happened.

I continued, "the house is neat and tidy, the gardener is being strictly controlled by Andrea and the garden is beginning to reach its former glory. All in all she is doing a great job. I would have no hesitation in giving her an excellent reference."

"Did you know about her medical problem, before you hired her?" he asked.

"Yes she told me all about that at her first interview but it was her enthusiasm that swayed me and she looks so convincing as a woman. We agreed to a trial 1 week period and she passed with flying colours so she has an employment contract with me now," I said slightly embellishing the truth.

"That's good Mr Mitchell, I would like to thank you for coming here today with Andrea. I wonder if you could now please go back to the waiting room as I have something I would like to discuss with Andrea."

"Sure, I'll be right outside if you need me," I replied not even daring to steel a glance in Andrea's direction.

The next 15 or 20 minutes dragged by. I sat by the door but could hear nothing except some heated discussion and then Andrea emerged with tears falling down her pretty face.

I rushed to her, "The bastard wants to see me in 3 months time, he is not convinced I am ready yet. He thinks that I brought you along to trick him to giving me my referral now. He said that I have another 3 months to go as I am and he is sorry that he can't speed up the process."

"Oh god I am sorry, did I make matters worse," I asked.

"No apart from the 3 months delay, he is very happy with my progress, my deportment, my development up top. The fact that I have a full time job, he is convinced that I will make a successful transition but he has to abide by the rules."

"Oh god," I hugged her close just as the doctor emerged. He saw us hugging but said nothing and walked past with Andrea's case notes in his hand. "Come on I'll buy you lunch," I said to her.

"Yes I need something to eat, I was sick earlier today with worry," She replied looking up into my face.

I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her out of the waiting room and back to the car.

"Come on, lets go and cheer up, it is not the end of the world," I said.

"Would you help me to go privately?" she asked as she reached the car.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because, although I want to help you, that doctor by waiting the next three months will be making sure you are doing the right thing. If you decide that you can't hack it as a woman after all, you would never be able to be a man again. The operation is irreversible isn't it?"

"I guess so, I just feel like taking a knife to all this," she said pointing to between her legs.

"Andrea, you will just have to patient about this, you'll see that 3 months will fly by. You've already been with me for six weeks and I bet it flew by because you have been so busy. I also reckon you are entitled to a few days. If you want I can take you home to your mum now?"

"That would be good but Mum's away on holiday and my aunt's with her.

Come on buy me lunch," she said suddenly perking up again.

We wound our way towards home and soon we had a comfortable table for two overlooking the River Esk about two miles away from my house. The last time I had dined there was with a client. The service had been dreadful with 2 courses taking nearly 2 hours. I vowed I wouldn't be back but here was a chance to take to things steady and gently with Andrea who was obviously still reeling from the disappointment.

"Come on cheer up," I said helping her take her seat.

"I'll be OK," she smiled. "I didn't think he would keep me waiting another 3 months, that's all."

"He has to be absolutely sure that you are doing the right thing, it's not something that can be changed, his rules probably require him to insist on that length of time before the operation. Because what would happen if you decided that you had made a mistake and decided that you wanted to remain a man? It would be no use fishing about looking for your sexual organs to be put back because they would be in some disposal bag in some incinerator somewhere."

"I take your point, but I thought it would be so obvious to him that I knew what I wanted," she replied.

"Not to him, his rules insist on a series of consultations over 12 months and thereafter and you have only being seeing him for 9 months now, so another 3 months is all that remains."

"OK I know, but I do so want to be able to become a woman full time, I thought that it would be obvious to him."

"You are asking him to make his decision on perhaps meeting and talking with you over less than five hours of consultations. He doesn't know you like me or your family, so I agree it is hard but come on it is only another 3 months. You...., we will get through it easily."

"I suppose so," she lifted her head and although she didn't smile she seemed more relaxed than she had been all morning. "I was wondering if you could help me with a little problem, I have," she looked at me through her unusually thick eyelashes.

"I was wondering if you would help me get my ears pinned back."

"What? What's wrong with your ears," I asked.

She pulled back her long hair and I had to admit that they were quite pronounced and quite large for a woman to possess. "I always have to have my hair long to cover my ears otherwise they are a real give away," she said putting her hair back in place.

"I see what you mean," I replied. "How much?"

"About £1200 and a day off work," she replied.

"When we get back you can arrange it," I relented. "I'll pick up the tab if that makes you feel happier."

She then proceeded to tell me what was involved in the procedure, how they reduced the size and pinned them back so that they did not stick out so much.

"Ouch that sounds painful, you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked.

"Quite sure, you are such a darling man, I can't believe I found you," she got up and pulled me up and then kissed me hard right there in the restaurant.

"You are quite a woman yourself." I replied holding her by the shoulders in front of me.

Chapter 7 The next three months Andrea did get her small operation on her ears. It was an amazing success and apart from suffering some bruising, she was able to get back into the swing of things quite quickly.

With the long summer holidays and no sign of an imminent return to work, I arranged for all three of us to get away for a couple of weeks in the Caribbean. We all suffered from the heat but Andrea loved it and came back with a gorgeous tan that had the usual bikini lines.

Over the summer we became more involved and did everything together. I paid for riding lessons for myself and my favourite memory was watching Andrea dressed in her figure hugging riding jodhpurs as we walked to the stable to collect our mounts.

She had already ridden a great deal and obviously knew how to handle a horse. I thought it couldn't be any worse than riding a motorcycle of which I also had had great deal of experience. For one thing you don't go so fast and although you are a little higher off the ground, a fall would be onto relatively soft earth and not onto unforgiving tarmac.

I was soon to discover that horses were more difficult than anything I had ever controlled in the past. Andrea was in her element though, as she steered her 16 hand Arab hunter with authority and assurance through the gates and onto the bridle way.

She looked every part the horsewoman with an elegant tailored shirt complete with white cravat. Her long hair was tidily held in a brown hair net and that in turn was contained completely within a velvet riding helmet and held on with a chin cup.

She insisted on wearing the chin cup against my advice after I explained that they were not safe. I told her of the many stories of helmets coming off with those things fitted. Her response was that she had fallen scores of times and her hard hat had not come off her head once.

She wore a dark riding jacket and her black riding boots came up to her knees on her ivory coloured breeches.

In contrast I was wearing my old motorcycle riding boots, my jeans, check shirt and my enduro jacket. My old multicoloured motocross style helmet without the face piece fitted was my preferred choice of head protection.

The sun was shining and my young gelding was playing up while she mounted on her mare was smiling at my discomfort. We hacked for about 4 miles up the path and then stopped and dismounted. While the horses munched on the abundant grass, we sat on an old log and watched the river.

My backside was on fire from the saddle I had used. She laughed at my discomfort when I told her the problem. "May be you need some extra padding like me," she said slapping her buttocks playfully.

"No one sex change in the family is quite enough," I told her. "Besides, this is only my first outing on a horse and I'm sure I'll get used to it."

It was no use I had to get up and I walked over to the riverbank and started to skim some stones over the flat calm pool in the river. She came up behind me and grabbed my arm just as I was about to throw one and dragged my arm around her.

She hugged me and we stood and watched the water flow. "I think I am beginning to fall in love with you," she said.

"You are, how do you know?" I asked.

"Oh just that you are constantly in my thoughts, I am always looking after you and thinking of ways to make you happy. I just wondered if you felt anything towards me," she said softly and sincerely

"I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you in that pub," I replied truthfully. "What I want to know is, can we get married?"

"At the moment or in the future the answer to that must be no. It is not that I don't want to, we can't get legally married. I can't change my birth certificate to show that I am a genetic female and it remains illegal for two genetic males to marry in this country," she said.

"I didn't know that, we will just have to live in sin," I smiled back happily at my light heartedness in such a difficult situation.

"I have been looking into it though and we could get married abroad and I think that we could get legally married in Holland," she said.

"OK two airline tickets to Holland and a couple of weeks residence in the Amsterdam Hilton and we can get married, this process of changing sex isn't cheap is it?"

I grabbed her hand and we headed for