An Epilogue

With the end of Ivan's trial came a level of relaxation at the office. Steve took a week’s well-earned vacation allowing he and Phyllis to use the time to come to terms with their new lives. Desiree found housework chores to be a relaxing experience compared to his normal high pressure job.

Phyllis had initially thought that she would be content as a woman of leisure, but quickly found that she was not suited to a life of laying around eating bonbons and watching TV. Realizing that something more was needed to make her life full and meaningful, she decided to search for a job outside the house.

Her first offer came from a firm looking for a receptionist, which she declined when it was pointed out that there was a strict dress code. Dresses and heels were mandatory, where she had come to enjoy the freedom of pants and loafers. It took a number of interviews; but she eventually found part time employment as a truck driver, making beer deliveries for a local microbrewery. It permitted her to set her own hours and dress as she wanted. The best part was coming home to a clean house, a hot meal and a loving wife. Many women would have fallen into the trap of becoming a butch lesbian, but Phyllis conducted herself with the decorum of a gentleman.

Steve worked hard to perfect his womanly persona as Desiree. The night before he returned to work, the couple completed their gender reversal. Phyllis played the gentleman, putting lifts into her shoes to compensate for her spouse's stilettos. She outfitted herself in a man’s suit and coat, slicking her hair down into a masculine style.

Steve woke and found his neither regions tender from a wild night of love making. For her part, Phyllis was not walking completely steady either. He took his time getting ready for work, wanting to look his feminine best. During the week, he had emailed his formal request to be accepted as the agency’s first fulltime transvestite undercover agent and was expecting an answer at any time. He arrived for work in full feminine mode to find the office in an uproar. People were standing around in small clusters having heated discussions.

He slipped into the ladies' room to check his hair and makeup where he found three women hogging the mirrors. When he inquired what was going on, he was told that Bob had arrived for work en femme, looking like he had just stepped of the cover off the cover of a Forbes business magazine. He was wearing an expensive dress suit, low heels, and an elegant brunette wig.

The ladies gossiped about Bob’s makeup, saying that it gave him a high class elegance. They agreed it could never have been applied by a mere man. Obviously a professional had been involved in the process.

Stung by their comments, Steve carefully touched up his lipstick. All he could think was, 'What am I, chopped liver?'

The ladies finally realized that it was Desiree in the room, he had become such a common fixture in their feminine sanctuary that he blended in with the other ladies.

They did caution him that their Boss was insisting upon being addressed only as Ms. Bobbie.

Steve made his way to his desk and started up his workstation. Checking his calendar, he found there was an all-hands meeting in the conference room in the next hour.

Everyone was anxious to find out what was going on so every seat was taken at the appointed time. However, Ms. Bobbie was a no show. Just as everyone was becoming antsy and preparing to leave, the door opened and the boss came in with a cart loaded with pastries and coffee. Everyone started to stand and Bob signaled for them to remain seated. What he did next sent shock waves through the room. He played hostess and proceeded to serve everyone coffee, the men each got cherry Danish’s. He served each woman an éclair.

Bob chuckled on the inside as he watched the woman attack the pastry. The symbolism of a long tube shaped cake, with chocolate on top and a thick cream filling went completely unnoticed. When he was finished serving everyone, he took a cup of coffee and an éclair before seating himself at the head of the table. Bob sat back smugly, from his perspective everything was working perfectly, as he had the office staff totally off balance.

Once everyone had finished their refreshments, he got down to business. Rising to his feet, he motioned for silence.

"You are all probably wondering why I am dressed like this. The answer is quite simple. For those of you who haven’t noticed I’ve experience an inexplicable change in my body. I am growing a nice set of whoopee cushion boobs.”

He looked around the room, pausing to look at a few of the women at the table. “Congratulations people. You even fooled my primary care physician. The only explanation he could come up with, was a diagnosis that I’m a late blooming hermaphrodite. Obviously being a half man, half woman is intolerable, so my wife and I sat down with a doctor and a shrink who advised I become one or the other."

One of the women in the rear asked, "How did your wife take all this?"

Bobbie acknowledged the question with a nod. "That’s an interesting question. At first, she wasn't sure what to think. It was a hard decision, but she eventually convinced me it was better to go with the flow. If my body was pushing me toward womanhood, why fight Mother Nature? She came to me and said that she was willing to look past my hard sugar coating and just enjoy the creamy goodness inside. She told me that she loved Bob, but liked Bobbie and was sure she would come to love her as well. So we decided to give this thing a chance and see where it leads us.

"I will confess with all the gender bending going on around here, I was a tad bit curious what men found so alluring about crossdressing as a woman. First with Jack/Daisy then our very own Desiree.” He gestured to where Desiree was seated.

"My wife first forced me into feminine garments with a tad of sadistic glee. What happened actually surprised both of us. Whenever I was Bobbie, my personality changed. According to her, the simple fact of me wearing lingerie and a dress brought back the person she fell in love with.

"From my perspective, a sort of serenity settled over me. Then there are the bedroom issues. As a lesbian couple, we have discovered there are some mutually satisfying benefits that we were previously missing. Love making is now more like a slow two step than a tango."

There were more than a few embarrassed looks around the conference room as Bob's revelations became more personal. It was obvious that he was sharing more information than some of them cared to hear.

"I have already been to HR and announced I’m going to transition. I had a new picture taken for my security badge, which will be ready yet this morning. Once I have emptied my inbox, I will be leaving on a six-week medical leave to have the required surgeries to make me a fully functioning female; minus the periods and concerns about birth control."

There was a collective gasp from the packed room. Several people in the room were shocked that what they had believed to be a slightly vindictive prank had resulted in such a radical change in their boss.

The men were particularly taken back. They had noticed their boss acting peculiarly but had no idea the reason. Bob had always been an instigator in the sexual jokes and putdowns of the woman in the office. Now that he was switching sides, they were worried about possible repercussions from their actions from a newly minted female boss.

Bob could see the concerns on the men's faces. It was just the reaction he hoped for.

He stood and announced. "You men here have no reason to be concerned. My sexual preference is unchanged. I have always been sexually aggressive and that won't change. I'll never hit on a man. The women at the table are an entirely different matter. I am now and will always be attracted to the fairer sex. I'm a confirmed lesbian and look forward to my time with the ladies."

Bobbie made a show of licking his lips and went on. "Starting with my return, I want to create a real social bond among those of you born with XX chromosomes and those of us that have elected to snip off the Y so to speak.

There will be a mandatory social after work on Fridays for all female employees, no men allowed. How long it will last is dependent on who gets lucky. We will have to play that by ear." Bob knew that enforcing this last item was impossible and he had already discussed it with his own boss.

"You men are dismissed, please got back to work. I would like to have a private word with the female staff."

Seeing Steve heading out of the room, Bob stopped him. "Desiree, where do you think you are going? Sit down and join us."

Bob stood and leaned with both hands on the table. He looked each of them in the eyes, his stare making everyone uneasy.

"Ladies, I am many things but I'm not an idiot! I suspected from the very first that you were all screwing with my coffee. I will confess I found the attention and initial effects interesting. But for god sakes Ladies! Do you have any idea how many laws you broke? I could have you all arrested on a variety of charges. The fact that you put my physical and mental health at risk was doubly egregious because of my position with the federal government. You could have put national security at risk. I am not going to press charges, but there will be entries in all your personnel files.

"Now before I dismiss you. I have a group project for you. My wife and I are at an impasse. One of my physical improvements will be breast implants. I want to go with a large D cup. She objects to having her husband display a better figure than she does. We both agreed to go with whatever you all decide. Now think this through. No one goes home tonight until your recommendation is on my desk.

"Desiree, please come to my office. We need to talk in private."

Once Bob was out of the room and no could see his face, a huge smile spread across his face. He could hear the arguments start through the closed door. He stood for a moment and eavesdropped on the discussions. Some of the group still wanted to teach Bob a lesson for his past sexist attitudes and where pushing for porn sized breasts, some argued he didn’t deserve a true womanly figure and wanted to saddle him with going through life with teeny tiny boobs.

Bobbie had Steve sit down before he sat down behind the desk like a king taking his throne. The exhilaration he felt from the meeting had him feeling practically giddy.

He fingered a piece of paper, he had rather sour expression on his face. "Steve, I forwarded your request for continued service as an undercover agent, but the powers that be have denied your request. They feel that the needs of the service would be best served if you remain as an administrative assistant. They do recognize your valuable experience, so your job description will also require you to mentor the other agents."

Steve jumped to his feet. "I won't sit here and watch all those other agents get all the glory while I am reduced to typing up after action reports! In that case I quit!"

Bob held up his hands in an attempt to calm Steve's outburst. "Steve, it isn't that easy. When you took this job it was a lot like joining the Army. Your oath specifies that you serve at the pleasure of the President. Which means we can keep you as long as your service is needed. Even if you retire, the government will still have its hooks in you." Bobbie took a conciliatory tone before continuing, “Look, I know that it sucks. I can’t say that I’m happy with what was done to me either. The thing is that you need the medical coverage that is part of the job, at least for a while. Because of how they want you to be an admin as well as an advisor to undercover teams, your salary will at least continue at its current level.

Steve took a minute to digest what he had been told. He resigned himself to the situation.

"Boss, with all my years of experience, if I must be a secretary can I at least be an office manager?"

Bobbie looked up and scrutinized his employee. "Sorry, Desiree no can do. The regulations are perfectly clear. You need at least two years in a billet as a secretary before you can apply for a change. Then you will be competing with all the other secretaries looking to move up. I suggest if that is what you really want you need to buckle down and get the best performance evaluations you can."

A dejected Steve left his office and passed a gaggle of the girls as they placed their recommendations on Bob's desk.

Bob read it and smiled. It appeared there was a compromise. The final recommendation suggested Bobbie get a set of double C sized breasts.

Bobbie never did take his medical leave. He was kept busy clearing up the paperwork from the Ivan case. Then he was tasked with coordinating an award ceremony for those deserving contributors.

HLS found itself caught in a quandary; Bob/Bobbie's conduct had been raised to higher echelons. After a thorough review, Bob was forced into an early retirement.

What caused the department even more of a problem was acknowledging Jack's participation in the entire mission. Everything about Jack / Daisy represented a public relations nightmare. Did they give an award to volunteer Jack Svensson or did they award it to undercover agent Daisy Bell? Though the preference would be to not mention Jack or Daisy at all, everyone knew that it would not be possible. Too many people knew about the mission and the players. A compromise was reached in the end, a private ceremony saw Jack get a medal for his sacrifice and efforts, while Rose and Steve were recognized in the same private ceremony. Steve insisted that Desiree be the one to be recognized. Rose received an award for her contribution. It was made very clear to them all that any kind of disclosure of their part in Ivan's capture and trial would be prosecuted as a violation of National Security and an act of treason.

Just prior to the ceremony, Daisy popped into the ladies' room to take care of business. Coming out of the stall, she came face-to-face with Desiree.

The meeting began on a rather strained note. Daisy was still coming to terms with being a feminized man and being unable to be seen as the father of his daughters. Rose was working hard to respect his feelings, but Daisy was still worried about future of his marriage. Daisy knew that Steve had been the primary instigator for everything he had gone through and Rose had related much of what Steve had gone through. It was still difficult for Daisy.

Desiree broke the ice by apologizing for his part in destroying Jack’s and Roses’ life. He waved his hands from the top of his head down to his legs and explained that obviously he was not the same person who had caused this to be done to Jack. Desiree wanted to say that he wished that he had not done this to Jack, but he did not. Not only would it be an insult to what Jack had endured and accomplished, but it really had been the only way that they could have brought Ivan down.

Daisy laughed as he took in the woman before him, it was almost like karma. He said, “I can see that. We are both very different from who we were on our first meeting. I hated you for the longest time for everything that happened to me, but I've had to move beyond that. Those feelings had me in a bad place and I had to let them go so that I was able to survive. Jack was thrown into that hell, but Daisy emerged a better and happier person.

They ended their meeting on a polite, if not friendly basis.

@ @ @ @

Linda was also invited to the ceremony and she showed up wearing 'the' gorgeous Russian sable coat that Daisy had liberated from Ivan’s yacht and ultimately left behind in the apartment. The dominatrix looked like a shadow of her former self. Where she had been a presence that seemed to dominate a room when she entered it, she was like a candle to her former blaze.

During the reception that followed, Linda approached the Svensson couple and shook hands; she apologized for her part in the deception and for not keeping Daisy informed as she had promised. Linda unsuccessfully tried to defend her actions by claiming that, despite her promises, she was just following orders. Linda received a frigid reception from Rose but got a warm hug and a welcome kiss on the lips from Daisy. A kiss that Rose thought lasted longer than was necessary.

Linda took Daisy aside so that they could speak privately. Rose was polite but kept a close watch on the two.

Linda was fighting to maintain her composure as she said, “"Daisy when you left me, it pretty much tore me apart. I hadn't realized how important you were to me until you were gone. I have always been accustomed to people, both men and women subjugating themselves to my will. You are the first individual to truly stand up to me. I was not ready for that actuality and I suffered a nervous breakdown as a result. I shut down my business and locked myself in my room and cried nonstop for days while I mourned your loss, waiting and hoping, 'my Daisy' would come home to me.

“If you remember the story I told you about my former husband, I left him in Mexico with no money or passport.”

At Daisy’s nod, Linda continued. “He…or rather she…paid me a visit a couple of weeks ago. Apparently, David had to make a great number of concessions in order to survive after I left him and he embraced them. David no longer existed and had become Alice. She almost thanked me for what I had done to her and then showed me that she had risen above that. She taunted me as she made me see that I was no better than the man I had left in Acapulco and was probably worse. Where David did those things for his own gratification, I enjoyed them.”

Tears were streaming down Linda’s cheeks as she bared her soul to Daisy. “I’m truly sorry for what I did to you Jack.” She looked over to where Rose stood nearby and said to her, “Rose, I’m sorry for what I did to your husband. It might have been necessary, but I should not have enjoyed it as I did.”

She turned and started for the exit, but Daisy called after her, “Linda? What will you do now?”

It was a broken woman who looked back and said, “I don’t know.” She turned away again and left the room.

@ @ @ @

Traffic was still light for the afternoon as Daisy pulled up in front of the nightclub. She had not been back since the end of the trial. As much as she had wanted to keep in touch with everyone, her time had been taken up the clean-up of the mission and then getting settled again as Rose’s spouse and parent to the twins. She had finally decided to take the van and the girls down to visit the club. She really hoped that at least some of her friends were still there.

Because it was so early in the day and business did not start for a few hours, no one was manning the door as a greeter. Daisy wheeled the stroller on into the club, expecting that everyone was gathered in bar area shooting the breeze. Sure enough, she found all of her old friends just talking with each other.

It was like old home week as they recognized her and came rushing over. After exchanging hugs with everyone and chatting for a few minutes, she let them get back to the task of preparing for the evening. After promising to come back down before she left, she and the twins went looking for whoever was in charge of the door.

It was a new girl with a nametag reading Philomena; wearing a smart conservative business suit, and skyscraper heels. When Daisy asked to be taken to the boss, Philomena summoned over a new, broad shouldered, chubby but vaguely familiar looking woman named Michele to man her post. Philomena escorted Daisy up to Phil’s office where she found Georgette instead of Phil. Phil's desk appeared to be the only familiar piece of furniture in the recently redecorated office, Georgette looked quite comfortable behind it. She presented the image of an attractive fifties style schoolmarm, complete with granny glasses.

She was intently studying the books, but the scent of a familiar perfume caused her to look up to find the friend she hadn’t seen in so long. Jumping up with glee, she dismissed Philomena with a wave of her hand and gave Daisy a warm hug. "What do you think of my ex-brother now? Doesn't he make a regal looking woman?"

Daisy did a double-take, not understanding the point. "What, how, why, where?"

Georgette smiled and just waved her hand. "I’ll get to that. But first tell me how you have been." She ushered Daisy to a chair and made room for the stroller before she sat back down in her desk chair.

"Life has changed so much!” Daisy gushed. “I adore my daughters and I love every minute I'm with them. They are the joy of my life.” She brushed Lily’s cheek as she slept in the stroller. “I made the decision to keep my semi-working male paraphernalia, but Rose and I still enjoy our intimate time together. The mechanics of being intimate are just a little different."

Georgette leaned forward and looked closely at Daisy. "That's great Daisy. Truthfully, how is your relationship with Rose?"

"She's a changed woman. We have really bonded. Our marriage is better than before. We are truly partners now. I have become the stereotypical house wife and Rose is able to devote her full energies to work. I stay home and take care of the house and the girls. Rose comes home to a spotless house and a gourmet meal every night.

“My life revolves around all three of my girls and I've never felt so fulfilled. Once the twins start school I will need more to do though. I found I have a real talent for nagging. I eventually got Rose to promise to get me a job as her assistant the day the girls start school.

"Just between us. If Rose allows me in, I have made a promise to myself. I will shatter that proverbial glass ceiling and I'll be running the place in a year. Now tell me about your brother."

Georgette stood and showed Daisy the photograph framed on her desk. It was a before and after picture of her brother.

Georgette went on to explain, "Phil tried to stop our nightly round table meetings, claiming we were spreading sedition. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. All of us girls agreed and we took action. We staged a coup one night and ousted Phil as the boss. Over the years, Phil had borrowed against his interest in the club, so all of us ladies pooled our money and bought controlling interest in the club. WE simply voted me in as CEO, and fired Phil. It seems my poor brother never bothered to save any money. Phil was completely broke and without a job or friends. When he was evicted from his apartment; he had to swallow his pride and he asked to move into Donna’s old room over the bar. He passed his days here in the club sitting on a bar stool.

"Once we had access to all the records we found he had been illegally feeding us hormones. Rather than turn him over to the police, we devised a much more appropriate punishment. We took a vote and gave him a choice. He could become one of us or he would be out on the sidewalk with no way to survive.

“In addition to his dressing as a woman, we all watch as he takes the same hormones he was feeding us. It has really mellowed him out. We really put him through his...I mean her… paces as he additionally must perform Donna's old housekeeping chores of morning cleanup. Alas, Donna is no longer with us. He moved back in with the wife and now teaches Women's' Studies at the local JC. To ensure he doesn’t stray, his wife insists he remain in skirts. They stop by for a drink every once in a while. Womanhood seems to agree with him. He appears to be very happy.

"Enough about Phil, what did you think of Mike, the girl you met at the front desk?"

Daisy blinked. "Mike? No way. What happened to the macho skirt chaser?"

Georgette whimsically replied. "I guess he finally caught up with those skirts. In fact, we are unable to get him into trousers; he owns nothing but dresses and skirts."

"Wow, watching him walk, I've never seen a woman whose hips rolled so rhythmically it was like two ocean waves."

Laughing, Georgette said, "After he was let go as CEO at your old company, he was kind of lost at sea and drifted from bar to bar. Somehow, he became a regular customer here at the Pink Pussycat. He tried to drink away his problems and it appears that he went through most of his severance package.

"Philomena and Mike continued to grow close; they became best of friends and drinking buddies. They spent their time commiserating with each other. Well, one thing led to another and, on the nights that Mike was too inebriated to drive, he started sleeping over in Philomena's room. Mike being the horny bastard he always was, their friendship soon blossomed into a romantic relationship.

"He used what was left of his 'Golden Parachute' to become a minority partner in the club. As a condition to Mike's buy-in, he had to learn the business from the ground up. So we sent him to your old friend Linda for a 60-day crash course. He came back a changed man, a little lighter in the loafers if you know what I mean."

Pointing to a clear acrylic paperweight on her desk that contained what appeared to be two shriveled prune-like objects. Georgette continued, "I don't know what he did to piss off Linda, put she sent that over about halfway through his training. Upon his return, he eventually moved in with Philomena full time. They became more than friends if you know what I mean. Now he is only happy when he is with his girlfriend here at the club.

"Somehow, Mike found some extra cash and had breast implants. As a present, he also treated his partner Philomena to a matching set. They recently had a 'Commitment Ceremony'. It was very touching, even though totally inappropriate because they both wore white gowns.” Georgette grinned at her joke. “I don't think either of them has ever been happier. Both are changed men but we refuse to degrade them for it. We just let them live their lives as dignified women.

"Mike has been working very hard on his figure, with diet and exercise. He is very proud of the fact he is now a size 12. He has made a promise to be a size 10 for our annual Christmas party. You and your family should come; Linda has gotten Steve to be Mrs. Claus for the festivities, his HLS partner has even agreed to be a Christmas elf for the party."

Daisy smiled at the thought. "I wouldn't miss that for the world. It will give me an excuse to hit Rose up for a new dress and heels."

The two of them exchanged smiles at the thought that they would need new outfits for the party. Daisy was already thinking about a dress he had seen at the boutique that catered to girls with dimensions like his. He knew just where to go for shoes that would match too. His reverie was interrupted by a strong knock at the office door.

Considering that he was between the desk and the door, Daisy answered the door for Georgette. The last person he expected to see was Steve Garibaldi, dressed as Desiree. He was dressed in a gray dress suit and white blouse. His serious expression added to Daisy's surprise.

"Daisy, we need to talk," Desiree said. "We've been informed that Ivan has escaped from prison. There is a very risk to you and your family, the Russian Mafia never forgets and they're the most vicious in the world. I was sent to bring you in for a briefing, we have someone else picking up Rose as we speak."

"I saw the judge send Ivan to one of the Super Max prisons," Daisy said, backing into the office.

Desiree nodded at Georgette, who returned the nod before standing. "You can use my office to talk." She pulled the door closed behind her, leaving Desiree with Daisy and the girls.

"How did Ivan escape?" Daisy asked. "I thought that sending him to a Super Max meant that we had nothing to worry about."

"He had a conjugal visit from one of his old tgirls. His visitor was left tied and gagged while Ivan left disguised in his/her clothes. We're investigating the possibility that some of the prison staff might have been bribed to help with the escape."

The two of them sat down and Desiree leaned forward across the desk to Daisy. "We should have discussed Witness Protection with you before Ivan even went to trial. Now that he has escaped, you and your family could be in very real danger."

Fin