Susan is the MD and a senior developer at SkyLine Systems, the AI company she founded when she left university, with three of her classmates.

I thought it was an accident. One day, I found a pair of panties in my clean laundry. What I should have done was told mum. What I did was wear them. And then I kept them. And I kept wearing them. A bit later, maybe a month, mum came home with a pile of stuff that her co-workers daughter wanted her to donate to charity. For some reason, mum never got around to it. Oddly, all the stuff in the pile fitted perfectly, even the bras. I just assumed that flat girls wanted bras as well.

Another month passed, and then mum walked in on me just after I had got dressed and was trying to do my makeup. She said I was doing it all wrong, and spent an hour teaching me the correct way to do it. After that we talked, and I found out what had really been going on.

Mum had long had suspicions that I was not the stereotypical jock type, and had decided to try a little experiment. Obviously, I had fallen for it, and now it was time to face the consequences.

The town where we lived wasn't a good place for a sissy to come out. They just about accepted the gay couple next door, but that was about it. So, I was the quiet geek at school, and a sissy geek at home. Mum insisted a proper education was essential, especially for sissies. I'd come home, change and practise for a while, then do homework and my computer stuff. One big difference was that I'd stopped playing computer games, and started playing with dolls.

We would have day and weekend trips to the big city, so that I would get used to being out. This included trips to the theatre and ballet, something we had never done before, partly as an excuse to dress to the nines.

I transitioned the summer before I went to university. When I got to university, I wasn't the only sissy there, though they were mostly in the "softer" courses. I was the only sissy doing a computer course, with six men and three women. I went a bit wild during my time there, and managed to date all my class mates over the four years of the course, and accidentally converted one of the men into a sissy in the process.

After university, Fred, Rachel, who used to be Ryan, Clarissa and I set up our own company. As times were hard, we had to do everything, including covering reception when our one receptionist was at lunch. Fred and Clarissa did it as just part of the job, while Rachel and I got quite into the role. We still do it occasionally, when we want to have a good look at a new recruit or just have some fun. That's how I met my current boyfriend. It was ages before I let him know I was more than just a part time receptionist with an uncanny resemblance to one of the founders.