Doctor Will Take You Now

Before realizing that I'd already posted it to this blog thirteen years ago, I was thinking of posting Bea's story "A Mother's Love," which happens to be another one that I thought might be a decent candidate for using as the basis for a short comic.  I actually lifted a line out of that one for one of my own comics once.  That story would be an interesting one to adapt, since it's written entirely as one side of a conversation, which would require me to add some new dialogue, though I don't believe that would be too big a challenge.  If I ever do turn one of Bea's stories into a comic instead of just endlessly pondering the possibility, it would undoubtably involve some rewriting, no matter what story I picked.  Anyway, since I already shared that story, here's another one of Bea's that, as far as I can tell, no one has posted to the blog before.  

DOCTOR WILL TAKE YOU NOW

 

By Bea

 

 

"Come here"  she said "sit here, on my lap.  I've something to ask you."

 

I grimaced, but knew well enough not to argue, so started walking across the room to the couch where she sat.

 

She held up a warning hand that stopped me moving.

 

"Was that a naughty look I saw?"  She asked sweetly.  "Were you indicating that you didn't want to come and sit on my lap?  Have you forgotten so soon?"

 

I shook my head, grinned placatingly; shame faced at my own weakness, and started walking towards her again.  When I reached the couch, I lowered myself to sit on her lap.  Her arm then snaked around my shoulder, and pulled me down so that my head rested on her breast.

 

"You really haven't forgotten, have you?"  She cooed softly in my ear.

"No.  Honestly"  I replied.

"Prove it then."  She purred.  "Remind me.  What happened the last time you showed displeasure with something I requested ... What did I do again?"

 

"You put me over your knee"  I said, remembering the humiliation only too well.

"Did you struggle?  Did you try to stop me?"  She persisted.

"Yes."  I replied.

"Did it do any good?"

"No."

 "And then?"  She pressed.

"You spanked me"

"Well.. Yes.  I did.  But what did I do first?"

"Pulled my pants down."  I answered, blushing furiously now.

"I did, didn't I?"  She said, a laugh in her voice  "I gave you a good old fashioned paddling, didn't I?  Remember how you cried?"

 

I nodded in agreement.

"And how I got you to kick your legs and let out little squeals.  You haven't forgotten that?  Have you?  Surely not to the extent that you want me to do it again, eh?"

I nodded in full agreement.

 

"I bet the girls in the office would get a kick out of knowing that my token male there got spanked for being naughty, wouldn't they?"

 

I shuddered.  She laughed.

"Maybe, the next time, I'll take some nice pictures.  My camera has one of these remotes - wouldn't that be a riot?  You draped over my knee, pants down.  Me with a hairbrush in my hand.  You smiling into the camera, showing how happy you are - legs up in the air - maybe I'd make you wear high heels - would you like that?

Terrified, I still managed to squeak out a diplomatic answer  "Only if you wanted me to."  I whispered.

 

She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine.  Gave me a long firm, kiss.  I couldn't help but melt into her arms.

 

Her free hand caressed my erection, then slid around to pat my buttocks.

"You do have such a nice ass"  she said  "nice and round and soft.  Not like a man's at all.  More like a girl's.  Didn't you get teased about having a girl's ass when you were growing up? I bet some of the girls were jealous, eh?"

 

"It wasn't this bad.. I mean good"  I hastily corrected myself.  "It's just since I started taking these pills you prescribed."

"You're still taking them?"  She said warningly. "You're not skipping any?"

"Oh, no"  I answered truthfully.

She nodded.  "Yeah.  Estrogen will do that to you:  She slid her hand up onto my chest, then giggled  "I'm starting to feel your breasts grow.  They'll be pretty nice in a month or so."

 

"Estrogen?  The female hormone?"  I almost sat upright, such was the scare that her words put in me, but she simply tightened her grip, and kissed me like before.  I melted again, then she raised her lips from mine.

"Of course!  Don't tell me you hadn't guessed?  I know you only used to shave about once a week.  How long has it been since your last shave?"

 

"About three weeks ago"  I said.  "But honest.  I didn't know."

"Well you do now!"  She said firmly.  "Don't have any problems with what I tell you to take, do you?"

"No Chris" I said weakly.  "Of course not."

"Or what I ask you to do?"

"No.  Not at all"

 

"Very good. Now, I want your opinion on something."

"O.K.  What?"  I asked.

"First.  Given the option of black or white, which would you choose?"

"I don't think I understand.."  I started.

"You don't need to understand sweetie.."  She replied  "just answer the question, please."

"White"  I said shrugging  "that seems to be..."

"Your answer has been duly noted sweetie.  That's all.  I don't need some psychobabble as to why.  Now, for the next question."

 

She reached to an end table, and lifted a perfume bottle that had been sitting there.  She unstoppered it, and a flowery fragrance filled my nostrils.

"Isn't that nice?"  She asked  "what do you think?"

"Oh, very nice"  I replied.

"That's good!"  She said, smiling.  "I like it as well.  You really do like it?"

"Yes.  It's very nice"  I said positively.

 

"You ever see girls put perfume on?"  She asked.

"Oh yes.  Lots of times."

"What do they do?  Tell me."  She said.

 

"Well.  They put their finger to the perfume then dab it behind their ears."

"Just their ears?"

"I guess not.  Don't they put it to their wrists as well?" I responded.  "Then sort of circle their wrists with it..?"

"Very good!  But nowhere else?" She asked laying a finger gently on the hollow at the base of my neck as a hint.

"Oh yes!"  I responded.  "There too, I guess."

 

"You did very well!"  She said approvingly.  "Here"  and handed me the bottle.

 

I looked at her enquiringly.

"Well.  You said you liked it very much - so I'm making a gift of it to you.  What do you say?"

"Thank you very much."  I said  "It's very nice"

"So put some on then"  she said.  "Just like a girl would.."

 

I looked up at this woman who seemed to be determined to effeminize me.  I could feel tears of helplessness form in my eyes as I put my finger to the open bottle and applied the perfume behind my ears, wrists, and neck, just as I had described it to her.  She nodded approvingly, then took the perfume from me, put the stopper back in the bottle and laid it aside.

 

"You're such an obedient little thing, aren't you?  Well, guess what Chris has in mind for you now?"

"I don't know"  I said quietly, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

 

"Well, it's kinda like an audition"  she grinned.  I want you to get up, go into the spare bedroom there.  Take your clothes off, and put on the ones you find on the bed.  Use the shoes that are there.  Then, you'll see a lipstick on the dresser.  Use it.  Then come back out here, and sit back on my lap again.."

 

I started to say something, but she put a finger to my lips.

"Not one word!"  She said  "not one! Just hurry up now.  Quick, like a little bunny.  If you're not back out here in less than five minutes, I may  have to come and look for you - and if I do, I won't be happy - I guarantee it!"

 

In my miasma of perfume, I scurried up from her lap and into the spare bedroom.  A long sleeved peach colored satin nightdress lay on the bed.  Beside it lay a baby blue peignoir, edged with peach satin to match the nightdress.  A pair of medium heeled slippers sat at the bottom of the bed with pompoms of peach and blue on the uppers.

 

I cringed, but well aware of the consequences of disobeying her orders, I was shucking my clothes off immediately.  The light weight of the nightdress surprised me - the appearance of the material indicated that it would have more heft, but it was as light as air.  I put my arms inside it, then lifted. It cascaded over my body like a cool liquid.  I slid into the peignoir just as quickly and cinched the chiffon tie around the waist into a bow.

 

I sat at the mirrored dressing table and carefully applied the lipstick.  It slid over my lips creamily, brightly crimson against my pale face.  It had a sort of 'perfumed', but not unpleasant taste. Next, as I had seen women do, I blotted my lips with a tissue. Then I hurried to the shoes and slid them on with no problem.  I knew I had taken far less than the allotted time, but hurried towards the door, my feminine garments wafting and billowing around me as I went.  Some foreknowledge of what awaited me back in the living room made me pause - but only for a second.  I opened the door and returned to my tormentor.

 

She made a mocking wolf whistle as I approached, but accepted me down into her arms as before.  She turned my face up so that I was facing her directly again.

"You're getting prettier by the minute.  I mean, up to now you've acted girlish - like all soft and submissive, but here you are now - all pretty in pastels, smelling nicely of perfume you put on, nice lipstick - so you're looking like a girl, acting like a girl, and smelling like a girl.  Bet it feels all nice and natural to you, eh?"

 

I tried, but couldn't speak.  A look of phony tender consideration crossed her face.

"Tell you what"  she said  "I'll let you speak your mind - just this once.  Won't hold anything you say against you.  You can really say what you want - I won't spank you, or give you any problems at all, just as long as you tell me the truth.  How's that?"

 

The satin skin I wore made me slide within her arms as I shuddered in fright and distrust.

"Silly little goose!"  She teased.  "C'mon now! Is something wrong?  Tell Chris, c'mon!"

 

"I .. don't.. really feel, well, .. natural."  I complained softly.

"But that's silly!"  She smiled.  "You look perfectly natural, all pretty, soft, and cuddly."

"But men aren't supposed to look like that .. "

"That's true"  she admitted.  Then paused, looking puzzled.  "You feel like.. You should .. look like a man?"

"Yes"  I mumbled.

 

She tittered theatrically.  "Well!  I know I told you to say anything you wanted - but that's the silliest thing I've ever heard of!  Tell me something.  You've got on a ladies nightgown and peignoir - very pretty ones too - did you put them on yourself?, Or did someone else dress you in them?"

"Well, I .. it was me put them on, I guess"  I admitted.

"And that nice perfume and lipstick you're wearing?"

"Them too.. but.."

"But what?"

I didn't answer.

 

"Well.  No wonder I can't understand what you mean.  You tell me that you put on pretty clothes and cosmetics - not only that, you come out here and sit in my lap, like a pretty girl should - then tell me you feel you should 'look' like a man?"

 

I gathered up my courage. "But, you told me to do all these things.."

"Of course I did!"  She agreed  "but, I .. thought.. was I wrong?  That you wanted to look pretty for me.  You're not going to tell me I was wrong?"

 

My courage failed me. "Oh no Chris" I said, surrendering.

She cupped one of my satin-covered breasts in one hand, and gave me a long, slow, gentle kiss.  "You're my girl, right?" She breathed in my ear when she was done.

"Yes." I breathed, starting to get sexually aroused by her hand gradually pulling the layers of satin and chiffon up my legs.

 

She slid out from under me, so that I was now lying on the couch, with her kneeling on the floor beside me, both hands busy now, driving me to distraction. My nightgown and peignoir hems now up at my knees, her lips on mine, tongue in my unresisting mouth, probing forcefully.

Pliant then, I was pulled down on the floor beside her.  She slid an arm possessively under my neck and lay somewhat on top of me.

 

My arms were now snaked around her neck in the true submissive manner as she kissed and fondled me proprietarily, just pausing, to further demoralize whatever masculine pride I had left.

"Mmmm..Mmm.  You're so masculine!  Oh!  Stop!  Please stop!"  She taunted me every so often, lifting my nightwear around me.  "Oh!  You rugged swine!"

 

I started to cry, more from sexual frustration than anything else - I so wanted her to make love to me.

"Don't cry Alan"  she said  "Chris is sorry for being such a tease.  Honest!"  Then she paused theatrically.  "I've got it!"  She announced.  "That's the problem!"

 

Through my tear filled eyes I looked up at this woman who was tormenting me beyond endurance.

"Your name!  That's what it is!  Your name!"

"Eh?"  Was all I could manage.

"No wonder you're all confused.  I don't know what your parent's were thinking of, giving you a name like Alan!  Tell you what.." She added triumphantly.  "It's easy to fix!  We'll pick a nice girl's name for you.  Won't that be fun?  How would Priscilla sound?  That's a pretty name.  Pamela?  Elizabeth?  Helen?"

 

I simply gazed at her in total, abject, submission as she reeled off a succession of women's names.  Finally, she got impatient.

"O.K then.  You pick a nice name - one that you like - hurry up now!"

She started pinching a roll of fat at my buttocks between her finger and thumb.  I could feel the strength in her fingers as she was pinching harder and harder. "I'm getting impatient."  she cooed.

"I quite like 'Dorothy'" I surrendered in fear.

She released my buttocks.

"Oh, that's nice!  Dorothy!  I like that.  As a matter of fact.  How'd you like this?  When you go to the office tomorrow, ask Phylis to get a smock for you - and get 'Dorothy' embroidered on the pocket.

 

"But why?  I don't need a smock!" I answered, panic stricken.

"Oh!  Don't be silly.  All my girls wear smocks in the office.  You've admitted you're a girl, and asked to be called Dorothy - why shouldn't I let you wear a nice smock like the other girls?"  She lifted the hems of my nightwear over my erection, and slid herself over me.  I started to spasm almost immediately.

"Don't you dare!"  She commanded me.  "You come, when I say it's O.K.  Not before."

 

She rode me until I was frantic.

"Want to come, Dorothy?"

"Yes, please?"

"Say 'can Dorothy come, please Chris.  She wants to, real bad".

"Can Dorothy come, please Chris? She wants to, real bad"

"Of course you can Dorothy - you've been a really nice girl.. Aaahhh!"

                            .     .     .

 

Later, lying in her arms, I learned more of her plans for me.  Sated of her need for sex, she continued to stroke me through the material of my nightwear - now in a more ladylike array around me.

"You really do play the girl's part very well Dorothy, do you know that?"

I snuggled in to her shoulder, quite content now.

 

"See what I mean?"  She continued, kissing my nose softly.  "All cute and cuddly.  I think it's time you spent the night, eh?  Just think, you can get up tomorrow morning - still in your nice clothes, and make breakfast for me.  Be the nice little wife to Chris, eh?"

"But what about work?"  I asked sleepily.

"What about it?" She asked in return, a puzzled expression on her face.

 

"What you asked me.."  I stumbled  "..The smock.  Phylis. You didn't really mean that - please?"

"Of course I meant it, silly!  It's high time you showed your true self to the other girls - and if you don't..."  She paused and left the words unsaid, but the warning was clear.  Then added "You'd better be all buttoned up in a smock by close of business tomorrow - even if you have to borrow one.  Don't, and there'll be some fun going on - I'll tell you that much  - and I won't take any excuses, understand!"

 

"But can't I go home tonight?"  I pleaded  "I'll need fresh clothes for tomorrow"

"Well"  she postulated "You didn't have your pants on very long today, so they should be O.K, your jacket came off as soon as you walked in the door, so that's O.K..  What else do you need?"

"But my shirt?, My jockey shorts, my socks?  I'll need a change.."

She put a warning finger over my mouth.

 

"Now just shush! Its about high time you stopped wearing these silly jockey shorts.  They're far to masculine for you.  I bought you some nice panties weeks ago - you may as well start wearing them - and I've a pretty blouse that will fit you just nicely I think - and I've got knee high - or even thigh high stockings.  Enough to get you by.  Now enough!  Just settle down, and do what Chris tells you.  I want you to be a good girl!"

 

I did exactly as she said, but, lying in her arms, plans started forming in my head.  I knew that she'd want me to drive to work in my own car - and that I'd have to leave her house earlier than her.  With any luck, I'd have just enough time to drive to my own apartment, get changed.  Pack a suitcase and get out of town.  But my attention was drawn away from these mental perambulations, as her hand started working on my body again, sliding up and down the satin covering my hips, and lightly touching the lace at my breasts.

 

"Mmm..Mm" she whispered.  "That's so.o.o.o nice.  Now, something I almost forgot.  Tomorrow, I'm going to assign you to work for Joanne.."

 

My plans were forgotten for an instant in my indignation.  "But she's just the office girl!" I said indignantly.

"Not any more"  Chris cooed softly  "You are.  You can make the coffee for the other girls, run their errands - do what they ask you - you'll like it, I'm sure you will.. It'll suit your submissive personality so much, doing what a whole bunch of women tell you."

 

I shivered with a combination of fright - and maybe a little delight - at the prospect, but remembered my plans, and grinned a little secret grin to myself.  After all, what difference would it make?  I'd be long gone!  I cuddled into her.  "It does sound like fun"  I lied - though to be quite honest, I'd recognized a sort of thrill that had coursed through me when she'd said it.

"I thought you'd like it"  she cooed.  "But just one thing.  Natalie will be taking the books over from you.  She's pretty shrewd, so if she comes and asks about the three thousand dollars that came out of miscellaneous in the last couple of weeks, just tell her to come and see me - I'll explain it to her."

"I didn't notice any $3000 withdrawals"  I said, puzzled.

 

"No.  Don't think you did"  she said.  "It's the same three thousand that was put into your checking account over the last few weeks."

"What are you talking about?"  I queried.

"Well"  she sighed  "No harm in telling you now, I guess."  She paused.  "See, it was like insurance.  I 'stole' that money, and put it into your account.."

"What for?"  I interrupted.

She stroked me some more.  "Well, like - a present for you.  You'll be buying a lot of new clothes pretty soon, and I wanted to make sure you had the money for it - and at the same time, it was to ensure that you'd hang around - not run away, kinda thing."

"Like a bribe?"  I asked, still not getting the point.

 

She pulled me into her again, and kissed me gently, then lifted her head again.  "Nah."  She responded.  "More like insurance.  See?  Let's pretend that you ran away without my permission... Now you wouldn't ever think of doing that, would you?"

"Oh no." I agreed, starting to feel a worm of doubt eating at my vitals.

 

"Of course you wouldn't!" She agreed.  "But if you did, why I'd just get mean and point out to the police.."

"The what? "  I quavered.

"You heard me.  I'd just point out that while you were in charge of my book-keeping that some money had disappeared over the last few weeks - and I'd bet they'd look - and find the same amount had been deposited in your account."

 

"But why?"

"Just to be nasty, I guess"  she giggled.  "I'd bet all these big hairy men in prison would just love to get a little cutie like you in there.  Wonder how long it would be before you were somebody's wife?"

 

She lifted herself on to one elbow and looked down on me.  "So.  You can use the money I've put in there to buy nice clothes - or chocolate, or mutual funds - I don't care.  It's yours now."

 

I looked at the ruination of the plans I'd just made, but not for long, for within seconds I was being kissed and fondled again, and shortly after that I played the submissive role in lovemaking again.

 

The following morning, I slipped my peignoir on over my robe, then prepared breakfast for Chris before I showered myself.  When I came out of the bathroom, she had laid out my pants, jacket on the bed.  Beside them lay a white blouse of some kind of silky material - plainly fashioned except for the rather long sleeves and pearl type buttons. Beside it, a very feminine pair of satiny panties.  A dark pair of thigh-high stockings lay beside them.

 

To tell the truth, I was starting to enjoy the feeling of women's clothes next to my skin, and had to admit that the blouse looked quite smart with the dark pants I had.  With it's feminine buttons and flowing sleeves no-one would have ever taken it for anything other than a woman's blouse, but I tried the jacket over it for a minute and had some comfort in the fact that from a distance it could be mistaken for a man's shirt.  I wasn't sure if the girls at work would make out what I was wearing, but there was nothing I could do about it, so I took the jacket off and got back to my duties.

 

I made breakfast for myself, then ate.  Next, I made hers.  I found a rather frilly apron and put it on to protect my blouse while I did the dishes.  Chris came in the kitchen while I was so employed.  She was sleepy and a little grumpy, but patted my buttocks a couple of times as I served her meal.  She made me go outside to pick up her morning paper, but wouldn't let me take the apron off.  Only one woman passing in a car saw me.  She gave me a searching look with a bemused smile - my blush over the frilled bodice of the apron was probably noticeable even from her car.

 

Just before I left for work, Chris spoke to me again.  "By the way Dorothy?"

"Yes Chris?"

"This is important.  The minute you have your smock on, I want you to go and talk to Dianne.  Tell her that I would really appreciate it if she would be your 'special' friend."

"But Dianne and I are friends already."  I answered, puzzled.

She made an audible sigh.  "Dorothy?"

I winced at my own stupidity.  "Yes Chris?"

 

"What did I just tell you to do?"

"Ask Dianne - no tell her - that you would like her to be my special friend."

"Very good!  And before you ask her that?"

I looked at Chris, puzzled.

She shook her head, and pretended to grind her teeth.  "You make sure that you have a pretty smock on, don't you?"

I bowed my head in compliance.

 

She looked at her watch.  I'll rinse my dishes and leave them for you to do tonight, but you'd better get going to the office - office girls don't advance too far if they're not punctual, do they?"

 

"No Chris"  I said meekly, and untied my apron and hung it up before putting my jacket on.  She came and kissed me before I left.

"Mm..Mmm" she said.  "You still smell nice from last night.  And you did say white, didn't you?"

 

I nodded in response to her question but actually paid little mind to it as, with a shock of horror, I realized that she was probably telling the truth. I had just got so used to the smell of the perfume around me that I didn't notice it any more.  She grinned at my reaction.  "Tell the girls that I'll be in about fifteen minutes - set up for a short meeting, Okay?"

 

Working in the office of a lady gynecologist, especially one with well publicized views of feminism, practically guarantees that one will not see too many male visitors - nor male staff.  Not that I seemed to qualify for that description I thought, considering the clothes and perfume I was wearing.  I tried not to think about the reception that me 'requesting' a smock - and that I be called 'Dorothy' was going to generate.  Not that it would be a major surprise to any of the girls there - they didn't hide the fact that they considered me practically 'one of the girls', as it was - but I blushed in advance for the humiliation that was coming my way.

 

And it came. Chris was actually about ten minutes behind me.  The girls received the message as an excuse to continue a conversation about the costumes they were going to wear for the Halloween party scheduled for her home the following week, and were still discussing it animatedly when she came striding into the office.  "Now listen up, girls" (dispensing with her usual 'girls and boys') "a minor administration change.  Alan's been naughty.   Has not been doing the kind of work I expected from him when I hired him.  Natalie?  You'll take over the books from him.  Joanne?  You take over the insurance liaison from Natalie - just as soon as you show Alan your job.  Any questions?"

 

"When does this take effect?"  Phylis (Chris's nurse) asked.

"Immediately"  Chris answered "unless you can think of a reason why not?"

"Can't say as I do." Phylis answered.  "But who's going to do the coffee?  The errands?  The things that Joanne does just now?"

 

By way of an answer, Chris turned to Joanne.  "Why don't you and Alan go to your desk.  Start showing him the ropes.  I want to talk to the other ladies."

 

Joanne giggled, and put her hand to her mouth.  "Alan's to be the office girl?"

Chris just stared at her for a second, then answered. "Not if you don't hurry up and do what I just told you to do!"

And it was immediately clear to everyone there what my new position was.   Blushing crimson, I was led off by a smiling Joanne knowing full well that worse was to come because I still had to take care of the smock issue.

 

With the exception of Phylis, who was basically in charge of the office and who wore various nurse's uniforms, the other girls in the office wore white smocks, usually adorned with a pink chiffon scarf.  Each girl had two smocks, with their name in decorative script on the pocket. Chris demanded that the outfits be neat and tidy at all times, so provided free laundry service.  Financially then, I had no extra costs to worry about - just the embarrassment of having to look as if I was asking for one voluntarily (I couldn't see any way of explaining that I was acting on Chris's orders.)

 

As Joanne explained the various duties I was to perform, making and serving the coffee and tea, washing the cups, running errands to the stores for the others, filing what I was given, and being the general dogsbody, the other girls came sauntering back into the work area.

 

I'd had a small office beside Phylis, so wasn't too surprised when Natalie asked me shyly when I'd like to clean out my desk, so that she could move in - and I could take over Joanne's.  It didn't take me long - I hadn't been there that long - and a short time later, I was ensconced at my new desk, Joanne had moved to Natalie's, and Natalie was the proud owner of a new office.

 

Phylis showed some sympathy for my plight when I approached her some time later.  She gave me a kind look, and put down her pen.

"Let me say this Alan.  Chris was pretty rough on you - but at least she didn't drag it out.  You really weren't very good, you know.  This way, you can start again at the bottom and learn the full office routine.  Don't mind Joanne if she gets a little bossy - she really is a nice girl.  Once she gets used to the idea that she can boss you around, she won't be too bad.  But, I'm blathering.  Do you need something?"

 

"If I'm going to work on the floor.  Shouldn't I wear a smock?"  I asked, my face flaming.

She made an 'oh' with her lips.  Then recovered.  "I .. Really.. Don't see that.. You'd have to.."  She started.  "I mean, they're white and all - but they are kinda feminine.  Surely you don't want to wear ... ?"

She saw the answer in my face.

"Well, I guess I can order you a couple if you want..?"

 

Panic stricken, I realized that she was telling me that she didn't have any available - remembering Chris's warning that I'd better be in a smock by quitting time.  Surely she wouldn't hold it against me if I couldn't get one?  Hopefully, I asked.  "Order?  You don't have any smocks on hand?"

She shook her head.

"None at all?" I persisted, my hopes rising.

She shook her head again.  "No.  Well, at least, none that you'd want to wear."

My hopes fell. "They too small or something?"  I asked, clutching at straws.

She shook her head, puzzled.  "No.  I don't mean that.  Here, I'll show you what I mean."

With that, she went to a built-in closet, opened the door, and pulled out a hanger with something enclosed in clear plastic.  She pulled the plastic up to reveal a rose-pink satin smock.  Long sleeved with large faux-pearl buttons at the cuffs,  and a host of tiny pleats falling away from an embroidered 'breast line'.

 

"It's actually a maternity smock"  she explained.  One of the girls that used to work here left it here about a year ago.  I kept meaning to give it to the goodwill... But it was so pretty I thought another girl might.."

A feeling of total helplessness overcame me.  "Would it fit me?"  I blurted.

She shook her head again, but smiled.  "Really want to get into the office girl role, eh?  Well, take off your jacket and we'll try it on for size.  Here, it opens up the back - I'll do it..."

 

Her voice trailed away a little as she saw my blouse.  Then she nodded understandingly, and lifted the smock up. I put my arms up, and seconds later, she was fastening me in at the back.

"It's a little big for you I think"  she said  "here, turn around."  Then, as I did so, she smiled.  "But it'll do, I think.  Here, I've got a little chiffon scarf here somewhere - will dress it up a little more.  Would you like that?"

 

I made no answer, but she was now ignoring me.  She made a note on a piece of paper.  "Better remind myself - two smocks for Alan.."

"Phylis?"  I whispered

"Don't tell me you've changed your mind already?"

"No.  But.. Could you... Could you make the name... Dorothy?"

"You want to be called Dorothy?  Good god!  Joanne's gonna tease the hell out of you as it is - you put 'Dorothy' on your smock.."

She saw my face. Nodded again.  "Dorothy it is then.  Should have them for you by tomorrow.  O.K?"

"Thanks Phylis" I said, and started to leave her office.

"Well, hold on for a sec"  she said.  Let me find that scarf.. Ah yes, here it is.  The white will look good with your smock I think."

 

She closed on me, a wispy scarf in her hands.  Trembling with humiliation, I stood as she tied it around my neck.  Minutes later, I was back in the main floor of the office, the focus of all eyes in my pink satin smock and white chiffon scarf.

 

No-one said anything. There were a few smiles, but to be honest, they were more sympathetic than anything else.  I made my way to Dianne's desk.  She was on the phone, but gave me a smile and motioned for me to sit at the visitors chair beside her desk.  Waiting, I found myself slowly relaxing into my feminine appearance, becoming more and more comfortable in my new role.  Gradually, I was able to raise my head a little.

 

She finished her conversation and hung up the phone.  Other than raising her eyebrows a little, she gave no sign that she saw anything wrong with my appearance.  I started to blush again, but managed to start speaking.

"Dianne?  Chris asked me to speak to you."

"Chris?  About what?"

"I don't really understand what she asked me to tell you..."

"Well, why don't you pass it on?  Maybe I will"  she replied.

"I've to ask you to be my special friend."

 

She looked at me in a nice way.  "Yes"  she said quietly.  "I thought it might be that."

"I still don't get it."  I said.  "Does it have some secret meaning - like a code or something?"

She smiled, and pulled her chair over closer to mine.  Then she lowered her voice.

"In a way, I guess. You see, I used to be Chris's girlfriend and I know what she likes and doesn't like.  She's basically asking me to train you."

"Train me to what?"

 

She looked at me calmly.  "Be her girlfriend.  What else?"

"But I'm not .. "  I started.

She put her hand on my arm.  "Please Alan.  I'll help you and her any way that I can, but if you can't accept that concept ... Then I'd suggest you go and tell Chris right away."

 

"Oh!  I didn't mean anything like that" I said hurriedly.  "You just sort of took me by surprise, that's all.  But what do I have to do?  What do you do?"

 

She smiled and nodded approvingly.  "That's better.  Much better.  We just become friends, that's all.  Go shopping together, relax together.  I show you what clothes to wear, how to put on makeup, how to do your hair.  How to cook the meals she likes - how to behave in bed.  How to behave out of bed.  Girl things."

 

"Like her.. Like a .."  I tried, but still couldn't say it.

"Yes.  Like I just said - her girlfriend."  She saw my look, and explained.

"Look Alan.  Everyone in this office - except you perhaps, is lesbian.  Chris used to like girls - and I was one of them.  But a couple of years ago, she started getting attracted to .."  She thought for a second  "shall I say, effeminate young men?  Anyway, she seems to get a major turn-on by 'converting'?  Yeah, that's a good word, converting young men into .. Ahem .. young girls.  We all had an idea about it in here, but you're the first one she's had working in the office, so we weren't too sure what was going to happen.  At least, not until this morning."

 

"So you all knew then?"  I asked helplessly.

"None of us were sure, but I've been guessing that she's got you on estrogen.  She does, doesn't she?"

I blushed.  "I didn't know until last night."  I said.

She looked skeptical.  "Sure!  You didn't notice that your voice was getting softer, your hands and feet getting smaller, that you were starting to grow breasts?  C'mon!"

I blushed even redder.

She paused for a second then added.  "I'm sorry.  It's not for me to judge.  Your job will be to work with me on your appearance and behavior.  My job will be to make you into the prettiest, most feminine .... girl that I can.  Do you have any problems with that?"

 

I still couldn't get the words out, just gazed at her stupidly.

She looked at me , still sympathetically.  "You really aren't gay, are you?"

"No."  I answered truthfully.  "I've always preferred the company of girls though.  But I don't know  - I'm not very aggressive.  Never could get the courage up to approach girls for dates - that sort of thing."  I added, just as honestly  "so I really don't know what that makes me."

 

She shook her head a little, and grinned.  "A prime candidate for Chris's inclinations I'd say.  But look, can I give you some advice?"

I'll take all the help I can get."  I answered.

She pondered her words for a minute.  "It seems to me that you've already given in to her to the extent that she's pretty confident of you doing what she tells you. I don't get any sort of feeling that you've put up much of a fight - or am I wrong?"

 

"No.  I couldn't say that you're way off." I admitted.

"Didn't think I was"  she added.  "You're wearing a woman's smock in an office.  If I'm not mistaken, you're using perfume..?"  She looked at me for confirmation.  I nodded.

"But there's really two kinds of relationship she seems to have."  She continued.  Then she paused, and a little flush crossed her own cheeks.  "I don't know how else to put it - but it would be a big help if I understood what kind of relationship you have with her just now.."

She saw my look of confusion, and continued.  "I mean.. Are you like her 'companion' .. Or are you  more like her .. Well..  'Slave girl'?"

 

She saw my furious blush, and rushed on with  "..Not that it means anything, really - I mean, she is the boss, I know that - but I'd feel very silly training you to be all submissive and obedient, when what she really wants is for you to be a companion - I mean, you'd still be a girl, so to speak - just not so much of one.  D'you see?"

"Oh yes"  I said, forcing a smile.  "Of course.. But my relationship with Chris is based on friendship - not quite an 'equal' friendship I'll admit, but she likes to sit and talk with me a lot."

 

Dianne looked a little pensive.  "You're saying that she wants you as her 'companion'.  Are you sure now?"

I was anything but sure of this.  Nonetheless, I nodded.

"Oh.  That's good."  She enthused.  It's not that the training is that much different, but I just feel so sorry for the 'slave girls' she's had. All these gaudy, effeminate outfits - being so ultra-feminine all the time.. And, to be quite honest, I find it kinda hard to respect them, you know what I mean?"

 

She paused,  "but let's get on with it.. Right now, have you any other articles of women's clothing on - other than the scarf of course?"

 

I looked down at my feet, my blush mounting fast.

"That's O.K."  She commiserated.  "But here's what I'd suggest.  Accept the fact that you are the type of .. person.. she likes.  Let me "train" you.  To be quite honest, there's a good chance that you'll even enjoy it - then see what happens.  Chris might get tired of you - or not.  But she's basically a very caring, generous person, so I can't see you coming to any harm if you go along with what she wants you to do.  If the relationship doesn't work out, and you find that you don't like the change, you can then always 'switch' back to being a man again - and I don't see her having a problem with that, do you?  What do you say?  Want to try it?"

 

"I don't know what else I can do."  I admitted.

"You're not very enthusiastic."  She cautioned me.

"I'm sorry."  I said.  "I am kinda scared... But I know you'll help me."

"Much better!"  She said firmly.  "When you take her coffee in to her, ask if you can go shopping with me this evening after work.  If she says yes, you can come over to my place, and we'll make dinner.  Then we can go to the mall, there's lots of nice stores there - get you fitted out.  It'll be fun!"

With a little shiver of fright/ anticipation?  I realized that she was talking of taking me shopping for women's clothes!  I also saw that it was time to start getting coffee and tea out to the girls.  My new role as office girl was about to start in earnest.  I thanked her for her time, and went back to my new desk beside Joanne.  Other than making a rather mocking little wink in appreciation of my altered appearance, she did nothing much more than shove a list of how everyone liked their tea/coffee into my hands and go back to a discussion she was having with Natalie about her own new responsibilities.

 

Shyly, I made the pot of coffee for everyone but Phylis, who liked tea.  I boiled the water for that in a separate pot.  Then I made up a tray with the various beverages - and a small assortment of cookies, and served them up to the ladies.  I was horribly embarrassed at my demotion to this office girl task, and my feminine garb, but no-one made any comment.

 

Until I took Chris's coffee in to her that is.

 

I knocked on her office door.  "Who is it?"  She called out.

"It's your tea, Chris."  I answered.

"O.K. Come in."  She said.

 

She was sitting at her desk, a fully clothed patient in the chair in front of her desk.  They had been talking, I guessed, but stopped as I put the tea down in front of Chris.

"Thank you Dorothy"  she said.  Then she asked the patient if she'd like some tea or coffee.

 

The woman looked slightly astonished at my appearance and name, but declined.  "That'll be all then Dorothy.  Thank you."  Chris dismissed me, then, before I reached the door, she remembered "You did remember to talk to Dianne, didn't you?"

"Yes.  She wanted to know if she and I could go shopping tonight."

"Oh yes! An excellent idea!"  She said enthusiastically.  "Tell her I said so, would you?"

"Yes Chris"  I said meekly, and left closing the door behind me.

 

At lunch, I discovered that I was now truly one of the 'girls'.  I had never realized it before, but there were distinct gender 'divisions' amongst my co-workers.  They probably felt more comfortable about showing them, now that my own 'camp' was obvious.  Chris, Phylis, and Joanne were considered the 'boys'.  Natalie, Dianne, and now myself were the 'girls' - with me being considered the weakest, even in that category.  It took but just a few moments for me to find a crocheting needle and wool in my hands being trained in their use.  It wasn't much longer than that to find that I actually felt quite comfortable, sitting making idle conversation with the other two girls, my hands busy with my needle and wool.  Natalie was very complimentary on my progress.  Told me that it looked as if I had a natural tendency.  I blushed, but this time with pleasure at her compliments.

 

Chris was busy that afternoon, but did manage to get me long enough to suggest that I leave my car in the parking lot overnight.  That way, I could leave with Dianne.  She could drive me over to Chris's when we were finished our shopping, then Chris could drive me to work the next day.  It sounded sensible to me - and anyway, I was going to argue with Chris?

 

I had a lot of filing to do that afternoon - everyone kept me jumping.  Phylis had spread the word I guess, because it was "Dorothy this"  and "Dorothy that" all afternoon.  By quitting time I doubt if I'd have answered to 'Alan' any more, so quickly had I become used to my new identity.  I had actually forgotten about the blouse I was wearing under the smock, so was unprepared for some of the looks that came my way when the smock was removed - but nothing was said, and I found that my blushes weren't quite as furious, or anywhere near as long-lasting as they'd been in the morning.

 

Diane took me home with her, a pleasant apartment not too far away.  It was a light, airy place.  Modern furniture, with most of the decor in off white and various shades of pink.

 

She gave me an apron to wear, and I helped by setting the table, and making up the salad dressing.  "What weight are you? " She asked  "about one thirty?"

"Oh, a little heavier than that."  I admitted.  "About one thirty two or three."

She shook her head.  "Well.  The first thing is to get some weight off you, and fast.  Chris likes her girls slim - and if she catches you in anything bigger than a size eight dress, you might be at the receiving end of some nasty comments - so you can have just a little salad tonight.  I'll help you set up a diet later on."

 

"Maybe some exercises too?"  I suggested.

"No!  No!  No!"  She emphasized.  "Chris does not like girls with muscle.  Not at all!  I mean, you should be thankful you're not one of her slave girl types -  she won't let them exercise at all - says she likes them all soft and cuddly - I saw her really spank one one time - she caught the poor girl - I should say boy - just sitting on her exerbike...."  She chattered on, but I was starting to get a very clear picture of what my relationship with Chris was going to really be like, and was too frightened to listen too closely.

 

We finished dinner, then cleaned up, and went to the mall.  There was a boutique there she wanted to get me too - "Chris really likes the clothes from there " - and she thought it closed earlier than most stores, but wasn't sure when, so hustled me up to a rather quiet corner of the mall, where it turned out that the boutique was actually the only store open.

 

When we walked in, I saw two ladies.  One was talking on the phone, with her back to us.  Something about her back looked vaguely familiar, but while I tried to figure out where I'd seen her, the other came and offered us help.  Diane shook her head, and told her we'd only be looking at some lingerie first - maybe later when we looked at outerwear?

The girl thanked her, but notified us that she'd be quitting in a few moments - but Miss Alison - the owner - would of course be available at any time.

 

I looked around.  Inside, the store seemed larger than it had appeared from the outside.  Some mannequins stood around in various states of dress and undress.  One specifically caught my eye - wearing one of the fullest, frilliest, most feminine aprons I'd ever seen. ("Chris might fancy you in that"  Dianne said, grinning  "but it looks kinda expensive.  Let's see how much money you've got left when we've got the other stuff.")

 

But then she led me to the lingerie section.  Red faced and sweating, I stood with her while she picked various articles of flimsy satin and lace, whispering little comments about how I'd love them, once I got used to them.  She also had me carry them.  Gradually, my arms started filling: full and half slips, bras, panties, garter belts, stockings (I found out that Chris hated her girls to wear panty hose).

 

I jumped when the owner came to serve us and said, just before coming in to our view.  "Can I help you ladies?  You seem to be having a good time.  Are all the clothes to your liking?"

 

She and I both jumped about a foot when we recognized each other.

"Alan!"  She exclaimed.  "I'm sorry.  I thought it was two women here. But where,  I mean what.. are you doing here?"

"Beryl"  I quaked at the same time.  "I.. I.."

 

Her face took on a cool and haughty look.  "Is this your new girlfriend?"  She turned to Dianne.  "If you are - all I can say.."

"Oh no!  No.  I'm not his girlfriend.." Dianne said hurriedly.  "No... No  I'm just helping him.."

She had a funny expression on her face, then I realized what was going on.  Dianne had become instantly attracted to Beryl!  And Beryl caught on as well.  Her expression changed to one of friendly concern.

"Oh please don't get upset with me dear"  she said, laying a possessive hand on Dianne's arm.  "It's just that your friend Alan had a date with me, almost a year ago.  Stood me up - never a word of apology.  Never heard a word of any kind.. And now, here he is, shopping for a lady friend..."

 

"Oh no."  Dianne started.  "I wouldn't say that, exactly."

"Well.  What then?  He's not buying them for himself, surely?"

Dianne suddenly sensed my shame, and started to lie - badly.  "Oh no.. No.."  She fluttered.  "She's ... He's , a friend of doctor Chris Symes - we work for her you see.."

"Dr Chris?  The gynecologist?  I know her very well - as a matter of fact, I just finished an order for her this afternoon .. Maybe you could..."

 

A puzzled look came over her face.  She turned back to me.  "That's funny."  She said, picking a pair of filmy panties from my bundle.  These are, what size?  Five?  Yes.  I thought so - see dr. Chris takes size six.  And this bra?  34C? - That's not her size either.  If I recollect correctly, she's a 36b?"   She turned back to Dianne.  "Don't know what story he's spinning you dear, but I think all of this nice stuff is for anybody but doctor Chris.  What do you think?"

 

Dianne gave a 'what's the use' shrug, and turned an admiring glance on Beryl.  "Well.  Actually  they .. Ahem ..are for him.. but he just felt kind of shy.. You know?"

Beryl grinned.  Did not seem overly surprised. Shot a speculative glance in my direction.  "Oh my!  Most suitable!  But are you finished with your purchases?"

"Oh!  Heaven's no!"  Said Dianne.  "We thought.. some dresses and stuff - not an awful lot.  Just enough.."

"I've got an idea."  Beryl said, and whispered into Dianne's ear.

 

Dianne smothered a little giggle, and gave me a sort of shamed look, but nodded in agreement when Beryl added out loud  "... And it'll give us two a little time to get acquainted?"

Dianne obviously wanting to know Beryl better, smiled admiringly at this new force in her life.

 

Beryl went to the front of the store where she locked the doors and pulled the shades down.  She then led me to the counter and took all of the lingerie from my arms and placed it on the counter.

"O.K  Alan.. Or is that still your name?"

I looked at the floor, ashamed.

"We call him .. her.. Dorothy in the office."  Dianne blurted.

 

Beryl turned back to me, a malicious grin on her face.

"O.K Dorothy, why don't you go into that changing room and put on a bra, panties, a full slip, and stockings.  That way, you'll be able to see if you've bought the right sizes.  Then, get back out here and we'll pick you out some dresses to try on.  But first.  What size shoe do you take?  I don't carry any here, but while you're busy changing, Diane and I can go next door - I have a key - and get you something 'suitable'.

 

"A size six - narrow"  I replied.

"That's good." She said.  Should be about a seven and a half in a woman's shoe. Don't see any problems in that - so go on now.  Into that changing room, quick now!"

 

There was no sense in arguing.  I picked a matching set of light blue satin lingerie and took it into the room she had pointed at.  Then I pulled the curtain closed.  With some trepidation, I took my jacket off first and hung it on a hook.  My blouse was next.

 

The bra was one of the new 'enhancing' types that supposedly provided more cleavage.  I little scared, I slid my arms in through the loops, then struggled a little bit to get the fasteners engaged at the back.  It wasn't as difficult as I'd thought it would be.  I was surprised however, to find that I really could feel my breasts being 'cupped' and, when I looked in the mirror on the wall, could see that the manufacturer of the bra hadn't exaggerated too much - I had a distinctly feminine bust.  Blushing furiously, although there was no one there to see me, I picked up the slip, stuck my arms through its lace edged hem, and slid it down over my body. It seemed to fit alright, but was an even better fit after I adjusted the length of the shoulder straps with the tiny little buckles.

 

I found myself holding my breath.  From outside I could hear nothing, and assumed that Beryl and Dianne had gone to pick shoes for me.  I went into a kind of daze for a little while then heard the voices of the two women talking and laughing quietly.  I wanted to know what they were saying, but  my heartbeat seemed to be racing so much that there was a roaring in my ears and I couldn't.  I realized that I was taking too long.  Sooner or later, I would get in more trouble.

 

I kicked my shoes off, then quickly stepped out of my pants, picked them up and folded them over a chair.  I couldn't help it.  Using both hands, I slid them down the sleek fabric of the slip that was now covering my thighs.  I couldn't believe how exciting it felt, but knew I'd better get on with my changing.  Without looking, I then reached up under the slip and removed the panties I had put on that morning.  Then I stepped into my most recent selection, and pulled them up until they fitted.

 

It took only a few minutes to remove my thigh-high stockings and replace them with the garter belt and nylons, though it did take a little longer to get my seams straight in the stockings.  And I was now ready to go back outside to the two women who waited for me - and start trying on dresses.

 

The clothes gave an entirely different feel than anything I'd ever worn before.  The bra straps seemed to cut in to my shoulders, and the bra itself constrained my chest.  The slip, though not as binding at the shoulders, clung to my thighs, making every step a sensuous adventure against my nylon clad legs.  The garter belt held me tightly in areas that I'd never felt before.  Shyly, I stepped back out to where the girls sat in the office.  They smiled at each other when I appeared, and came out to look at me.

 

Without a word, Beryl handed me a pair of low heeled beige colored pumps.  I tried them on - they were an almost perfect fit.  She nodded, and put another similar pair in navy on the counter.  "You may as well take these as well."  She said.

 

I have never been big, but in my new clothes I felt truly small.  For some reason, even though my bust was now highly visible, I  seemed to feel almost tiny - delicate - compared to the two women, even Dianne.

 

Beryl made an appraising glance.  "Looks like you picked the right size of lingerie.  Are you quite comfortable?"  She came and made a tiny adjustment to a bra strap.

I nodded.

"Ready to try some pretty dresses on now ?"

I nodded again, shaken.

 

And, for a period of a half hour or more, that is what I did - try on a series of dresses that seemed to become more and more feminine - and model them for two women who were far more interested in each other than anything I was doing.  From the ten or so that they had me try, only two met their approval - a red taffeta cocktail dress and a gauzy black afternoon dress with large white polka dots.  These were set down, apart from the eight or so discards.

 

Beryl looked at me calmly after I was back to wearing only my undies.  "Dorothy?  Why don't you take that nice apron off the mannequin there.  Put it on, then hang up all these outfits you've tried?  I would like to have a little more time with Dianne here.  You don't mind, do you?  If you do me that favor, I'll make you a gift of it.  You'd like that, eh?"

 

Obediently, I did as she said.  The apron was nothing practical.  A floating dream of a pastel lightweight material enveloped me.  Meekly, I went to Dianne to get the bow tied at the back.  After tying the bow, she laid a hand on my shoulder, then turned me to face her.

"I think that you've been rather naughty Dorothy.  Don't you agree?"

 

"About what Dianne?"  I asked fearfully.

"About being a 'companion' for Chris."  She whispered.   " When I see how obedient you are with Beryl, even with me, I just can't imagine you as being anything but the 'slave girl' type.  I mean, I'm just a girl, not very strong or anything.."  Here, she cast a shy glance at Beryl.

".. But I'd bet that if I told you to go over my knee for a spanking, you'd do that for me, wouldn't you?"

 

I sighed in resignation, accepting the truth of what she was saying.

"Well, that's much better!"  She said, smiling nicely at me.  "But I won't do that because no real harm has been done - I mean, everything we've bought tonight has been nice and feminine .. And other than that, you've behaved very well."

"Oh, thank you Dianne"  I said with sincerity.  "I'm sorry for not telling you the truth before - honest!"

 

"Well.   That's really nice."  She replied  "but I'm afraid that you'll have to start being a lot more feminine in your actions - you know, happier with your new clothes - enjoy being a girl sort of thing, you know?  Swish your skirts when you walk, hold dresses up against you to see how they'd fit - you know?  That sort of thing?"

"Yes Dianne"  I said, docile.

 

"So, after you've put away the clothes that Beryl asked you to, I'd like you to go and pick another outfit for yourself - ok?"

 

I looked at her, confused again.

 

"But do it properly this time.  Alright?"

 

I understood.  She wasn't going to let me hide behind any false macho, reluctant, image sort of thing.  I was to pick myself clothes  - and give every appearance of enjoying it!

 

I smiled at her - giving my best impersonation of happily accepting her command.  She smiled back at me, and nodded approvingly.

 

I smiled again, and went to do as I'd been told.

 

Carefully, I re-hung the dresses I didn't want back on their hangers then placed them back in their proper locations in the racks.  I did manage to sneak a couple of glances at my two companions - deeply involved in looking into each other's eyes - and I could have sworn I saw a quick kiss being exchanged at one point. But it was none of my business, so I got down to picking out another outfit.

 

I found myself doing what was almost becoming second nature - holding the various items up against my body while looking in the mirror, then turning to see the side view.  I ended up with a grey pleated skirt that came to just above my knees, a blue blouse that buttoned down the front and had long flowing sleeves with wide cuffs at the wrist.  Dark hose and the blue shoes completed the outfit.

Dianne approved my choice as I pirouetted in front of her and a grinning Beryl.

"Very conservative Dorothy. And you may not believe it.. But I was watching you try the clothes on.  You did much better that time - just like a girl."

"Thanks Dianne"  I said.  "Can I change back into my own clothes now?"

 

I could see her mouth shaping to give me permission, but Beryl took a hold of her arm and whispered something in her ear.  Dianne looked as if she was going to balk, but then smiled.

"Why don't you just wear what you've got on?  It's very nice.."

 

I have to admit it - I squealed in outrage.  "But.. But  Dianne!  I can't go out in public like this!  Please! No!"

 

"Beryl has a wig that will fit you - it'll just take a second.  Then I'll put a little makeup on you - no one will see anything amiss."

"But Dianne!"  I repeated, almost weeping.  "I can't..."

 

"Oh!  Just hush up!"  She retorted.  "Do as you're told!"

 

Less than five minutes later, made up, long dangly earrings clipped to my ears, a blonde wig - and a light swagger coat over my outfit, I was walking through the mall with my two companions.  Luckily, the mall was almost deserted by this time - but I saw my reflection in a number of windows as we passed, and I really doubt if anyone could have identified me as a male.

 

Beryl was carrying the order for Chris in a plastic bag.  Dianne and I both carried full shopping bags containing my purchases and the clothes I'd worn that day.  It turned out that she and Beryl had made arrangements.  Dianne and I were to drive to Chris's with Beryl following.  She'd deliver Chris's order.  Then the two of them were going to head out on a date - I could drive Dianne's car to work the following day - then my own car back.

 

We parted from Beryl in the parking lot, but it wasn't long before the lights of her car shone behind us.  "She's really something, isn't she?"  Dianne said admiringly.

"She scares me."  I admitted.

"And you are very wise to be that way." Dianne agreed.  "She's not happy with you.  Asked me to let her know if you didn't work out with Chris."

"What for?"  I asked.  "I thought she liked you?"

 

"Yes.  She does."  Dianne countered.  "But she wants to get her hands on you.  Seems that she likes the 'slave girl' type of boy as well.  I think she's mad about you standing her up - wants to pay you back."

 

I felt a jolt of fear.  Even when I'd agreed to go out with Beryl she had scared me a little - that's why I'd broken our date.  I'd also moved apartments at that time, so thought I'd made a clean break.  Now, it was beginning to appear as if I'd better go along with Chris - I had a very strong feeling that if I didn't, Beryl would be very quick to take me over.

 

It didn't take long for us all to be driving into Chris's driveway.  She must have heard the two cars come in, as her front door opened, and she stood there silhouetted against the light in the hall. As it was dark by this time, I couldn't see her face too well.  Her body language indicated puzzlement though.

 

Then it dawned on me.  She was seeing what must have appeared to be three women coming towards her, all bearing shopping bags.  I started feeling shy again - apart from my nightwear of the previous evening, she had never seen me dressed in women's clothes.  I wondered how she'd react.

 

She recognized Dianne first, then Beryl.  Then me.  Her mouth actually dropped open a smidgin when I walked towards her, my skirt swaying as I did so.  She recovered quickly though.

"My goodness!"  She said, half laughing, to Dianne.  "Didn't take you long to get him.. I mean 'her'.. Into the proper mental outlook, did it?"

 

Dianne smiled at the praise.  "Well  he.. she.. was naughty.  Thought this might please you - and get her into the right frame of mind, so to speak."

Chris grinned her pleasure.  "I'd forgotten how good you were at this."  She said.  "C'mon in.  I've nothing to do.  Let's have a drink.  Some munchies.  Eh?"

 

Beryl spoke up.  "Hi Chris.  Thought I'd bring your order round.  Just got it completed today.  But I'll pass on the drinks if you don't mind.. Dianne and I ... Well, we were thinking of..."  She paused.

Chris flashed a grin at Dianne.  "You have been a busy girl tonight.  But please, the two of you - c'mon and join me.  Please?"

 

Beryl and Dianne exchanged glances.  Sort of shrugged.

"O.K"  Dianne said.  "But not for too long. Is that all right?"

"Lovely!"  Chris answered.  "Dorothy?  Take their handbags and coats.  Put them in the spare bedroom along with the stuff you bought if you please.  Hang it up in the closet there.  Use the chest of drawers for anything else.  Then, when you're finished with that, come up to my bedroom.  Beryl?  Come and show me what you brought.  I'm really interested.  Dianne?  Would you like to make up the first batch of drinks.  Dorothy can take over from you later."

 

I was too busy following her orders to pay much attention to anything else.  Quickly, I moved all my parcels into the spare room (my room now, I surmised) and put the handbags and coats on the bed.  Carefully, I hung my dresses in the closet and stowed my lingerie away as I'd been told.

 

Things just seemed to be happening too quickly.  Less than twenty four hours previously, I'd been at least somewhat like a male.  In my skirt, blouse, wig, and makeup I now seemed to be nothing much but Chris's maid.  Not only that, there was a strong element of fear in my nature now.  What else could possibly happen?  It didn't take long to find out.

 

As I left the room I heard Chris call out  "Dorothy?  Dorothy!  Where are you?  Get your ass up here!  Now!"

"I'm coming Chris."  I panted, hurrying up the stairs passing Beryl who was on her way down.  Trying to compose myself I entered her bedroom.  She was holding a black garment in her hand.  I also saw a white, frilled petticoat lying flounced on the bed.

""You'd better learn to hurry when I call you."  She said impatiently.

"Honestly Chris.."  I started.

"Would you stop with your girlish nattering"  she said, but in a far more friendly tone. "And get that skirt and blouse off.  Quick!"

 

I stripped in seconds. Aware of being in satin lingerie, I kept my eyes downcast.

"Here! "  She said.  "Put your arms in here!"

And I seemed to be diving into a hole surrounded by black fabric.

 

Before I knew it, she was buttoning up the buttons at the back of the dress - for that's what it was.

"Here!  Lift the skirt, step into this"  she commanded, holding the petticoat open in front of me.  I did, and she was pulling the waistband up under my skirt.  Dazed, I turned around a few times as she pulled and pushed me and adjusted the petticoat under the dress.  She seemed satisfied, then reached for something else.

"Bend towards me."  She said. "Yes.  That's right!"  And something was slipped over my head.  Before I knew it, she was at my back again, cinching something around my waist.

 

Finally, I had a chance to see what had happened to me.  In less than two minutes, I had been changed out of my skirt and blouse into a maid's dress and apron. I didn't even have a chance to argue - which was probably just as well for me - then she was pinning a lacy cap to my hair.

"Can you curtsey?"  She asked me.  "C'mon now!  For goodness sake! Can you curtsey?"

 

I answered by taking the sides of my dress in both hands and doing a credible imitation of a maid's bob.

"Very good!"  She said.  "Needs work - but it'll do for tonight.  So get downstairs and start making up munchie trays and drinks - and don't you forget to curtsey when anybody asks you - or tells you - anything."

I was so dazed that I curtseyed.  She smiled.

 

"Remember this morning, when I asked if you preferred black or white?  That dress is the black.  Do you like it?"

I looked at the beribboned full skirt covering a full flounced petticoat - layers of white frills showing underneath.  Black layered chiffon top with a wide, scoop neckline, a white ribbon intertwined all around.  White lace apron.  Matching cap.

 

"But Chris?"  I asked hopefully.

"Yes?"

"I thought .. Well .. Didn't I pick the white?"

"Of course you did, dear.  But  it's so perfect for my friends being here.  You don't mind being the maid for tonight, do you?  Please say you don't mind?  I may even let you try the 'white' later.  Would you like that?"

 

I stood, immobilized.

"You're not curtsying dear?"  She chided me gently."

"I'm sorry ma'am"  I said unthinkingly, and curtseyed.

 

She laughed.  "You're so precious!  Now go downstairs and take care of my guests.  Pour me a scotch on the rocks.  I'll be down in a minute.  Hurry now.  There's a girl!"

 

Beryl and Dianne were sitting together.  Neither of them paid much attention to me - too busy searching each other's eyes.  I made Chris's drink, then made up a small tray of crackers, cheese, and salsa.  Took it out to them.  By that time, Chris had come down.  She had changed into a robe and pajamas.  Had tied her hair back and removed most of her makeup.

 

"Scuse the informality you guys"  she said to the other two.  "Dorothy?  Things fairly tidy in the kitchen?"

"Yes ma'am"  I said, curtseying.

"Good!  Come and sit on mummy's lap.  C'mon now.  Don't be shy.  We can play kissy poo - let these two do the same.  Eh girls?"

 

And we two pairs proceeded to do that.

 

Sitting in her lap, being fondled and kissed, my new clothes touching parts of my body in ways that had never happened before, I started to press up against Chris, practically pleading for her to take me.  She whispered in my ear.  "Really want me to make love to you in front of these two?  Lift your skirt and your petticoat?  Take down your panties?  What would your friends think?  Oh!  You hussy!"

 

"Tell you what."  She said a few minutes later.  "Why don't you go upstairs with Beryl?  Just for a little while.  She'll tell you what I want you to do."

I shivered in fear.  "Oh please Chris.  She wants to hurt me."

 

"Well I won't let her hurt you - not just now anyway.  You just do as your told.  Go on now.  I'll make a drink for Dianne and me while you're there.  Go on now.  Don't keep Beryl waiting.  Don't you see she's ready for you?"

 

With a shock, I saw that Beryl had broken away from Dianne and was looking at me, a strange look in her eyes.  She crooked a finger at me.

"C'mon Dorothy.  Come and see what Beryl has for you." She cooed.  "You won't be sor.r.r.ry."

 

Nervously, I followed her up the stairs, and into Chris's bedroom.  She opened the door, then stood in the opening and waved me into the room.  I edged past her fearfully.

"Get that uniform off - and be quick about it.  Take the petticoat off.  Shoes too.  Hurry up!"

 

I didn't know what was on her mind.  The only thing that assuaged my fears was Chris telling me that Beryl wouldn't hurt me.  Hastily I removed the cap, apron, dress and petticoat.  For what seemed the umpteenth time that night, I stood in front of a woman in my full lingerie.

"Shut your eyes.  Don't open them until I tell you."  She commanded.

 

I did.  I heard her go into the closet.  The rustling of material.  I could tell she had turned back to face me.  I'm going to guide you into some clothes.  Open your eyes a smidgin and I'll have you over my knee before.."

"Chris said she wouldn't let you hurt me.."  I interrupted.

"Trust me!"  She said warningly. "I will spank you at the first indication I get that you have opened your eyes.  Trust me!"

 

"I won't open them.  Honest."  I answered.

 

"Good!  Now remember when Chris asked you whether you preferred black or white this morning?"

"Yes.  I said 'white'."  I replied.

"I know."  She said shortly.  "Chris had two costumes in mind for you for the halloween party she's throwing.  Couldn't make up her mind.    Now that you've given her a preview of the black one - well, I think she's considering having you wear both."

 

"Both?"  I asked.  "You can't wear two costumes..."

"You can.  Will."  She replied.  "In fact, I have the strangest notion that you might even be in three!  How does that grab you?"  But here, enough of this girl talk - step into this.  Good!  Arms in here.  That's got it."

 

And for the upteenth time that day, I stepped into another dress.  This seemed a little different though as it seemed quite a bit tighter on me than all the others.  Not only that, there seemed to be an awful lot of fasteners involved, both at the back of the dress and on the long sleeves.  She also seemed to be attaching things to the sides of the dress.  My curiosity was killing me, but there was no way that I was going to give her the slightest excuse to put me over her knee.

 

Finally, she pinned something to my hair.  I felt that it was some kind of veil, as I sensed, rather than felt, something wafting lightly in front of my face.  Her voice sounded quietly in my ear.  "You can look now."

I opened my eyes.

 

And could hardly see anything other than vague shapes.  My eyesight was limited by a translucent veil of white material.  I sensed, rather than saw, Beryl step in front of me and lift the veil.  "Like it, do you dear?"  She said.

 

The veil cascading down my face was held by a circlet of blossoms on top of my head.  It accentuated the white dress I was wearing, and matched small panels of the same material at each side.  I was wearing a wedding dress and veil!

 

The dress itself was fairly plain, but it had long lace sleeves all the way down to my wrists.  The skirt was a plain satin sheath, fairly tight around my thighs and falling down to just above my ankles.

 

"Like it?"  She repeated.

Stunned, I looked at the pretty bride in the mirror.  I couldn't help it, I turned to see my reflection in profile, and adjusted my veil a little more to my liking.  Smiled experimentally.

"Yes."  I said simply.  "It's lovely."

 

"O.K." She said.  Guess it's Dianne's turn to come here.  She doesn't know what you're wearing, so it'll be a surprise to her."

"Why does she have to come?"  I asked nervously.

"You'll need a bridesmaid, won't you?"  She laughed.  "Thought you'd know  that much!"

"But this is just a Halloween costume, isn't it?"  I asked.

"I guess so.  But Chris wants to marry you at her party.  Let everyone know how you stand with her.. No one will have much doubt after seeing you in this, will they?"  She touched my dress lightly.  "But let me say this before I go.."  She paused.

"Yes?"

 

"If Chris ever lets you go, you better come round to me.  I want to take care of you.  Want you to be my girl. Want you to be really sorry you stood me up that time.."

"But I am.  Honest!"

"Not as much as you will be.."

 

And, in horrifying detail, she told me explicitly what she would do.  There was no question in her mind that she could do it - and that she would. As far as she was concerned, it was just a matter of time.  "... And you'll really enjoy being Beryl's little slave girl after that."  she finished, as she left the room.

 

It seemed like only seconds before Dianne was squealing about how lovely I was - and raising that an octave or two when I asked her to be my bridesmaid at Chris's and my wedding at the party.

 

I must admit. Some of her excitement rubbed off onto me as she started to plan what I would have to do, what she would have to do.  We were giggling together when Chris called upstairs for me.  I was going to run down immediately, but Dianne warned me about the bad luck for a groom to see his bride's dress before the wedding.  Hastily, I hung the dress back in it's carry bag and changed back into my uniform before hurrying downstairs.

 

.     .     .

 

It was a wonderful Halloween party.  I wore my maid's outfit to greet everyone.  This got a few smiles.  My change into my bridal gown was given a lot more serious consideration, although everyone enjoyed the little service - told me what a beautiful bride I was.

 

But to everyone's surprise, including mine, the hit of the evening was the harem girl's outfit I changed into before the end of the party.  My surprise was to discover that it was the outfit I was to wear (under my coat) when, after the party, me and Chris checked into a local hotel - as sisters - to begin our honeymoon!

 

THE END