I came round the corner into an alley, looking for a place to spend the night, where I could be reasonably certain that I would be physically sheltered and safe from passing predators. This was my eighth night of sleeping rough and I was getting a crash course in the hazards involved.

Although coming into winter it was dark, it was still pretty early in the evening and I was surprised to see a figure silhouetted against a distant street light raise its arm and strike down at something beneath it.

"That'll teach you, you bitch," said the man doing the hitting. "Don't get all high and mighty with me. I'm going to fuck you whether you like it or not."

The woman underneath him gave a half-groan half-sob.

"Leave me alone. I haven't done anything to you."

"You were acting all hoity-toity with the others a couple of days ago. Not so smart now, are we?"

Creeping forward, I took my cut-down baseball bat from my backpack. If there was anything that made me mad it was seeing someone beating up a person weaker than themselves. I had been on the receiving end too many times. The man was too wrapped up in his assault to hear me coming and I swung with all my strength and hit him just behind his right ear. He toppled over to his left and lay next to his intended victim.

"Are you all right?" I asked her.

She scrambled to her feet and grabbed me by the arm.

"Let's get out of here. Come on. Don't hang about."

She pulled me along with her and out of the alley and down the street. We ran for a couple of blocks, her high heels clicking on the pavement, and she turned into a large detached Victorian house, set in its own garden. She rang the bell and the door was opened within seconds.

Pulling me inside without delay, she slammed the door shut behind us.

The girl who had answered the bell said, "Christ, Nikki, what's going on?"

My girl replied, "I was about to get raped, when this guy saved me." and then she did a double-take and said, "Jesus, you're just a kid. What did you hit him with?"

"This," I said, showing her the bat.

"Well, whatever. It certainly worked. I wouldn't have believed someone your size could have done that."

"It looked like you needed some help, so I just did it."

She had a huge bruise on her left cheek, and the eye had begun to swell. The other girl started fussing over her and telling her she needed attention.

"I'll be all right in a minute, Amy. I just have to relax and get that rotten shit out of my head. He grabbed me when I was on my way here and took me by surprise. Thanks to my little hero here, he didn't do any permanent damage."

"Do you know who it was?" asked Amy.

"Yes, it was that maniac Lee, who we barred last week."

"I'll tell Auntie and she can let Bruce know to give him the message that what he did is not acceptable."

"He certainly deserves it. Tell Bruce to make it a really good lesson."

Then Nikki turned to me and said, "I really owe you, kid. What's your name?"

"Andy, or Andrew for short."

She laughed. "Well, Andrew-for-short, let's go in the kitchen and have a cup of tea, and find out a little about each other. My name's Nikki, with two eyes and two kays."

As she took me towards the kitchen I started to take in my surroundings now that I wasn't concentrating on running. The second girl, Amy, was wearing a nurse's uniform, but it didn't look quite right somehow, too sexy. Both she and Nikki were very pretty, or Nikki would be when the purple bruise now spreading into a black eye went down. Her blouse was torn and the cream jacket she wore was dirty and stained. We passed a mirror in the hall and she stopped and looked at herself.

"Urrgh, what a mess. I won't be working for a few days, unless somebody asks for the Bride of Frankenstein," she sort of groaned.

"What is this place? Is it a clinic? Are you a nurse too?" I asked.

"Too?" she said, puzzled. "Oh, I get it. Amy's uniform. No, sweetheart, this isn't a clinic, and we're not nurses. This is a brothel, if you know what that is, and we're two of the girls who live and work here. We sometimes have to indulge our customers' little fantasies, and that's why Amy is dressed as a nurse tonight. I was due to be a schoolgirl today, but I guess that's not going to happen now."

At the mature old age of 14, of course I knew what a brothel was. I laughed to myself at the thought of how enraged my father would be if he knew I was in one. We had reached the kitchen, a big warm white-painted room with all the usual kitchen stuff in it and a large table with a dozen chairs around it. Gee, it looked good to me. Nikki pushed me to a chair and started the makings for the promised tea, chatting all the time, as the water boiled and the teabags went into the cups.

"You look a bit beat-up yourself, Andy, and if you don't mind me saying, you could do with a shower and a change of clothes. Get that jacket off for a start. After the tea and chat I'll take you up to the bathroom and you can clean up before you go home."

"I can't go home," I told her. "I ran away."

"Uh-oh. That explains the state you're in. OK, tell me about it." She handed me a cup of tea.

I drank some tea and wondered if I could tell her the whole story. I decided I probably could. After all I didn’t have much to lose.

“My mum died about six months ago and everything seemed to fall apart. Please don’t laugh, but a couple of weeks after she died I was feeling really miserable and I went into her bedroom and took some of her clothes from the closet. I sort of thought that holding and touching them might make me feel that she was still with us somehow. Anyway, I got this urge to put them on, like it would be wrapping her around me, getting a kind of hug, so I put on one of her slips and a dress and it felt like she had come back to me, then my dad came in and caught me and got mad.

"I tried to explain to him but he wasn’t listening and he hit me three or four times. He called me a dirty little pervert and told me to get out of her clothes. That was just the start. About the same time dad started to act funny. He got all religious and went to this weird church where they sing and pray all the time and talk about the devil and the sins of the flesh and how God will strike down the sinners and send them to hell. He took me twice but I really hated it and refused to go again. Then he came home one night with this really strange look in his eye and he got out this old studded belt, grabbed hold of me and started to hit me while he told me that my evil ways had caused my mum's death.

"Then he began to cry and fell down on the floor. I knew he really loved me and my mum so I tried to comfort him and he said how sorry he was, but a week later we went through the same thing all over again, only this time he beat me harder and longer. A few days later it was more of the same, then again and again. I had been sneaking into their bedroom when he was out and dressing in my mum’s clothes, because it really did seem to bring her back and made me feel much better. One day he came home earlier than I expected and he caught me. He thrashed me so hard I was afraid he would kill me, so a week ago I packed up while he was out, took some money and left. I was looking for a place to sleep when I saw you being attacked."

“You poor boy. I don’t know why you think I would laugh." She came over and gave me a hug. "It’s a very sad story and you obviously loved your mother very much. We don’t make a habit of getting all self-righteous here. Well, we can't just throw you out on the street, can we? Where have you been sleeping the last week?" she asked.

"In the park, in alleys, anywhere I could find a protected place where nobody would see me," I said.

"Not tonight, you're not. You're staying here. I'll clear it with Auntie later, but right now we're both going to have a shower and get into something clean. Come on, upstairs." she said and with that she took my arm and led me up to a bathroom. "Now, get undressed," she said, and began to take off her own clothes.

"I can't." I squeaked, feeling myself go red all over.

"Of course you can. I see naked bodies every day, and half of them don't look as good as you. Go on."

So I gave in and began to strip. When my shirt came off she saw the welts on my back from the strap with the studs and gasped.

"Wow, you poor kid. No wonder you ran away. Let's see the rest of you then."

By this time she was standing naked in front of me. What a beautiful body she had. I was nearly drooling, but I obeyed her and took off my pants and underpants and she saw more welts across my backside and thighs.

"He didn't miss much, did he? This part seems to be working OK though." she giggled, pointing at Percy, who was standing to attention, despite my urgent mental commands to him to lie down.

"Don't worry. I like to be appreciated. Into the shower now," and she opened the glass door, pushed me in and stepped in with me. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature and began to spray us both. Taking a bottle from the shelf she squeezed out some liquid and rubbed it all over me.

This was basically my first ever sexual experience and as soon as she touched my cock I came. I was so embarrassed and blushing all over, but she just laughed and told me we would fix that little problem later.

"How old are you Andrew-for-short? I would guess 14 since all your parts work, but your voice hasn't broken yet," she said as she continued to soap both of us.

I nodded, "You're right." I was embarrassed again about my voice.

"Don't fret, love. We've all been 14. It's no better for girls than it is for boys. Just remember, I think you're very brave and we are going to help you. Here, let's get your hair clean and let me get that dirty bastard out of my system," and she continued washing us both. For the next few minutes I had my hair shampooed and conditioned while she did her own and then she went about drying us. I was soon wrapped in a fluffy dressing gown while she blow-dried my hair, brushed it out and looked after her own as well.

"I'm sorry, we don't have any clothes for you, but we'll get you something clean for the morning, while we're getting yours washed. Now let's go downstairs and see what's happening."

We went back down to the kitchen, which was now much busier. There were five girls and a woman who looked about forty who almost reminded me of my mum sitting around the big table. I knew Amy in the nurses' uniform, and Nikki introduced me to everyone else.

"This is Auntie Rose, she runs this place," she said of the older woman, "And this is Stella, Marcie, Kathy and Betty. Amy you've met."

They all crowded round Nikki, hugged her, made comforting noises and congratulated her on escaping serious injury and then turned on me, telling me how good I was for saving her, kissing and hugging me and generally fussing and embarrassing me all over again.

Nikki explained to Auntie that I had nowhere to go and as she wouldn't be able to work for a few days I could stay with her. Auntie agreed with some reluctance and told Nikki it was OK for tonight but everybody would need to discuss it next day. Nikki said they could not just throw me out, but, yes, it could wait until tomorrow. Tonight we both needed to sleep. I was only too happy to have somewhere warm and dry and secure to sleep so I didn't argue, and soon afterwards Nikki took me upstairs again, this time to her bedroom.

"I hope you don't mind sleeping with me. I think we could both do with a bit of closeness. Is that all right with you?"

I couldn't believe my luck, not only a nice warm bed for the night, but a beautiful girl as well. Suddenly I felt very shy. In fact I was exhausted from the events of the day and the strain of the previous week and I only wanted to sleep. I almost fell into the bed and she did too. Here I was naked, in bed with a naked gorgeous woman and all I wanted to do was sleep. She wrapped herself around me and started to cry.

"Oh, Andy, I'm so sorry, but I was really, really scared this evening when you came along. I thought I was going to die, and I've tried to put on a brave face all night, but I can't do it any more. Hold me, please," and she shivered and wept in my arms.

It must have been catching, because, all of a sudden, everything since mum died welled up in me; all the grief, the pain, the way my dad changed, the fear of having nowhere to turn and the safe, warm feeling tonight. I knew I loved this funny, brave, kind and yes, lovely woman. I was crying buckets in her arms and wishing I could stay with her for ever and never let her go.

Then she was saying, "Aren't we a fine pair?" while she stroked my hair and made shushing noises and before I fell asleep I thought I heard someone say "I love you." but I don't know if it was me or her.

When I woke up it was full daylight and I had a morning stiffy. Nikki was sitting up in the bed and gently stroking it, which certainly wasn't making it go down.

"Have you ever had sex, Andrew?" she asked when she saw that I was awake. I shook my head, afraid I would squeak if I opened my mouth. "Would you like it now, with a battered old bag like me?" I just nodded, still scared to speak.

"Oh, goody, I haven't had a virgin for years and I love to break them in properly. You know what they say. If you do it right they will be your slave forever, and I want you for my slave. Afterwards, you will have to obey me in all things. Do you agree to my terms? I will become your evil fairy godmother," She gave a wicked cackle and grinned like a madwoman.

I couldn't help laughing, even though it came out as a high-pitched giggle. "I agree, Godmother. Please enslave me." Damn, my voice was at its most childlike this morning.

And enslave me she did. I won't go into details, but being 14 does have some advantages, and when your first time is with someone who knows what to do, it is something you will never forget. Of course I was worried that my tackle was too small but she assured me that size was not everything and she did seem to enjoy herself as well. After an hour or a lifetime she said we had better get up and face the world.

She threw me the dressing gown. "Go and have a shower while I find you some clothes." she said and I obeyed. A few minutes later she joined me and "assisted" me to get clean. Three minutes later I came again.

"Damn," she said, "I didn't do a very good job. There was some left. I'd better fix that." and she knelt down there in the shower and gave me my first blowjob.

I didn't know how I managed but she was right. There was still some left. After she got me to rinse her off we dried each other and she brushed and blow dried our hair again and we went back to her bedroom. On the bed were a pair of girl's panties, a pair of jeans and a white blouse.

"I'm sorry I've only got these for you to wear until we get your stuff cleaned. They're the least girly I could find," she said.

"It's OK, as long as I'm not going anywhere,"

I took the panties and put them on. It was actually great to wear really clean underwear after the last week and the silky feeling almost turned me on again, but this time there really was nothing left.

The jeans fitted quite well round the waist, but were baggy round my bum and hips then tight down my legs. The blouse was too big in the chest but also fitted well at the waist. I looked in the full-length mirror and decided I didn't look too stupid. Nikki handed me a pair of flat shoes.

"Here, see if these fit." They did. "If you were a girl, with tits and a bum, those would be pretty good, but they will do for now. All right, let's go downstairs and face the music," and she led the way, still in her dressing gown.

We went into the kitchen and Auntie Rose and all the girls were there, all wearing dressing gowns or nighties and drinking tea or coffee. When we came in they all started fussing over Nikki again and examining her bruise and black eye. The consensus seemed to be that she wouldn't be working for a week. Then they turned their attention to me, gave me hugs and a couple of smart-arse comments about how I was dressed, but it was clear there was no malice in those. Then Auntie banged the table and told them all to get serious.

"We owe Andrew a lot for saving Nikki, but, I'm sorry, it's given us a big problem. He has run away from home and because he's only 14 they'll be looking for him. We can't keep him here or we'll be caught on the next inspection and probably charged with corrupting a minor. We'll be lucky if they don't close us down."

She turned to me and said, "You see dear, we get inspected by the police every month to make sure that we obey the law and run a clean and legal establishment. If they find you here they will throw the book at us and you will wind up being sent back home or put into care. None of us want that to happen but I don't know what we can do about it."

Just then the doorbell rang and Amy went to answer it. While she was out of the room everybody sat silent, thinking. She came back in with a tough-looking man in tee-shirt and jeans who looked like he had muscles on his muscles.

"Morning Auntie Rose, Morning girls, you were looking for me?” he asked.

There was a chorus of "Good Morning, Bruce," and Auntie said, "Yes we were. That lunatic Lee Daniels tried to rape Nikki last night and I want you to teach him a lesson he won't forget."

Bruce turned and looked at Nikki. His face went hard and he reached forward and gently brushed the hair back from her face, exposing the livid bruises.

"It'll be a pleasure. When I find him he'll regret he was ever born. I may even teach him what rape feels like. I'll bet he squeals like a piglet when he gets my tool up his arse," he said with a feral leer.

"Now, Bruce, no need to be crude. We don't need you to draw us a picture."

Bruce looked at me and grinned. "Who's the new girl, then? Are you gonna introduce me?"

I swear I saw seven light bulbs go off over the women's heads, while my flush must have lit up the room.

Quick as a flash Rose came back, "She's my sister's girl, Lisa, and she's staying with me for a while. Don't you get any ideas. Anyway we all know you like boys."

"Hallo, Lisa. You're a pretty little thing. If you were a boy I'd take you home and give you some real loving," and he chortled. I smiled weakly.

"Don't take any notice of him, Lisa, he's really quite nice and to us he's harmless. Go on, Bruce, bugger off and do something useful." Rose retorted.

"Okay, I know when I'm not welcome. Nikki, I promise he'll regret doing that. See ya ladies," and he went out of the room. Seconds later we heard the front door close.

Pandemonium broke loose. All the girls started talking at once. "Lisa", "Auntie Rose", "This means he can stay. Brilliant", "You'll make a great girl, Andy", etcetera.

"Stop it, calm down. I have to have a serious talk with Andrew. Come on, dear, we'll go into the lounge for some privacy." Auntie Rose grabbed my hand and towed me out of the kitchen and into a room with armchairs and a sofa and coffee tables.

"Sit here," she said, patting the sofa, and she sat down beside me. "Now, it's obvious we would all like you to stay, but if you want to, you're going to have to accept some drastic changes. If you want to remain as Andy we can only keep you until the next inspection in three weeks. Then we could only give you some money and send you back on the street. I'm sure you wouldn't want to go home or have us turn you over to the authorities. We can disguise you as a girl for the inspection and probably get away with it once or twice, but I’m worried that word would get around that we have a boy living here and we will face the same problems in the long run.

“On the other hand you can become my niece Lisa and you can stay here as long as you like, but that will mean you will have to be a girl all the time, not just wear girls clothes. You will have to be able to convince everyone that you really are Lisa. You will have to learn to walk, talk, move, act and think like a girl. I think we would have to put you on hormones to stop you from developing as a male, or your voice will soon break and you'll go into your growth spurt and shoot up like a weed. That will mean that your breasts will develop, your hips and bum will grow, your skin will soften and you won't grow a beard. You may not be able to reverse these changes and you would become what's called a she-male or possibly have an operation to remove your male parts and become a transsexual woman. It's a big decision, sweetheart. You may want to think about it."

I did want to think about it. I wasn’t at all sure that I wanted to become a full-time girl. Dressing as one now and again I could cope with if it meant I could stay, but changing my whole life? I thought back to when I had worn my mum’s clothes. That had felt nice, but wasn’t that different? Wasn’t that because she had kind of come back to me in my mind? What would she think?

I thought about Nikki and how I didn't want to lose her, and I thought about Auntie Rose and the other girls and how they had fussed over me, and I thought about feeling warm and safe and clean, and I thought about going back on the streets or being sent into care. I wondered how I would feel about being a girl and dressing in clothes like those I was dressed in now. What would it be like to have breasts and a rounded bum? Would I care if I never had to shave? Would I ever become a total woman? Would I miss never being able to be a man? Right now security seemed to be a better option. I just needed to have one opinion first.

"Auntie Rose, can I just ask Nikki a question before I make up my mind?"

"Of course, dear. I'll go and get her," and she got up and went back to the kitchen, and a few seconds later Nikki came in and sat down beside me.

"What's up, love?" she asked.

"Listen, you know I'm your slave and you're my wicked fairy godmother. I really need your advice,” and I told her of the choices Auntie Rose had put to me. “I don’t know if I could be a girl all the time, and I don’t know if you would still like me afterwards. What do you think I should do?”

She didn’t answer for a minute. “I want you to stay, first of all. I may be being selfish, but I can’t bear the thought of you wandering the streets. I promise I will still love you if you are a girl. You will still be you inside, and actually, with a little work, I think you will make a very pretty girl. You won’t have to go all the way for a while. I think you should try it and see if you like it and if you don’t you can always go back to being a boy as long as you don’t wait too long. If you do and you have to go at least some time will have passed and we can have a good think about what to do. I won’t let anybody hurt you. Will you try being Lisa, for my sake?”

I just looked at her and nodded. She gave me a huge smile and hugged me.

"I always liked girls better than boys anyway. They're much nicer, so "Pouff" (oops, JB), you are now Lisa and you are still my slave. Let's go and tell the other girls they have a new sister."

We went back into the kitchen and Nikki said, "Auntie Rose, your niece Lisa has something to say."

"Auntie, and girls,” I said. “I want to stay here and I want you to help me be the very best girl I can be. My name is Lisa."

They went wild and hugged me and kissed me and suddenly we were all crying and laughing and generally being silly but nice, if you know what I mean.

When everything settled down Auntie Rose said, "You don't get a free ride Lisa. You're going to have to work for a living like all the other girls. This is a profit-making establishment. There's no such thing as a free lunch. Now you're too young to entertain our gentlemen, but I think after a little training you can be our receptionist and welcome our clients, which will allow the girls to earn a bit of extra money. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Oh, Auntie, I can handle anything you want. I love you all."

"All right, but you're going to get educated as well. When you are comfortable as a girl you are going to go to secretarial college so that you have some career choices, do you understand?"

"Yes, Auntie," I said meekly. "Can I ask you one question?"

"Certainly dear."

"How did you choose Lisa as my name?"

She laughed, "I really have a niece named Lisa. She's in Australia and she's 17 years old. It just popped into my head when Bruce mistook you for a girl, but I think we can use that to get you documentation and establish an identity for you, if you don't mind. Do you like the name?"

"I love it."

"That's settled then. Let's have breakfast."

After we had all eaten and done the washing-up, Auntie said to the girls, "I want you all to pitch in and make Lisa presentable before tonight's customers arrive. I don't want to see any trace of male in this establishment except for those who pay our wages, and if anyone asks we never heard of any Andrew. Nikki, I'm putting you in charge as you won't be working for another week. Lisa, there's a spare bedroom next to Nikki's which will be yours. You can bed down with Nikki for now if you want, but when she's entertaining clients you will have to sleep apart. Right, get to it."

The biggest room was the lounge, so the girls led me in there and Nikki told me to take off all my clothes. In front of six girls! I was so embarrassed! But she said if I didn't they would do it for me, so I did it. When the others saw my welts and bruises there were gasps of shock and horror and lots of sympathy, but the marks would fade in time. They started to examine me more professionally and decided that what little body hair I had (mainly armpits and pubic, with a bit on my legs) must go, so I was sent to the bathroom (the house actually had three, I found out later, plus spare toilets in the back and the laundry) with Nikki and Amy, who coated me with a cream and put me in the shower to wash it off and all my hair with it.

When I was dry they rubbed in a flowery-smelling lotion with instructions to do this every day so that I always smelt like a girl. I decided that I liked the scent. Back in Nikki's bedroom we were joined by Stella and Marcie with some strange-looking items.

They made me lay face-up on the bed and glued two jelly-like objects to my chest then put a thing with a kind of sheath over my little fellow and applied more glue to my groin pulling Percy back between my legs, holding him in place until they were satisfied the glue had set.

There was much giggling while they did all this.

"What's so funny?" I asked. "Where do you get all this stuff?"

"Darling, you will soon learn that there are customers who pay good money to pretend that they are girls for an evening, or who want to be humiliated. In fact, I would love to give you a whipping and have you crawl across the floor to lick my boots."

"Do shut up Marcie," said Nikki, "You'll scare the crap out of her.”

Nikki turned to me. “She's our resident dominatrix, Lisa. That's a woman who enjoys humiliating men who want to be humiliated. You'd be surprised at the requests we get. Some men want to be babies for an evening or a woman or spanked or disciplined. Some want to be mothered or tied up or fucked in the arse or - oh, almost anything really. That's why we have to be prepared with all this. Why do we think what we are doing to you is funny? Well, dear, you will now have to sit to pee and you will feel the weight of those nice titties all the time. You have just taken your first steps into girlhood. Stand up and look."

I stood and looked in the mirror. I no longer saw a young boy. I now had a very nice pair of boobs and a pussy. I nearly wet myself, and found myself admiring this new me. Percy was straining at the leash but couldn't move. Nikki sensed what I was feeling and said, "Don't worry love, we can still let you out to play."

The giggling started anew as the four girls fitted me with a bra, 34B they told me, and fastened a suspender belt around my waist and showed me how to put on a pair of stockings, rolling them up from the feet and supporting them with the garter belt. They felt so sexy I wondered why men didn't wear them too. Then they gave me a pair of satin panties which I pulled up over the stockings. "Now if you want to go to the loo you don't have to undo your suspender."

So much to learn.

"OK, we are just going to give you a dressing gown to wear for now because Kathy and Betty are going to do your hair and your make-up, and we will do your nails at the same time. This will take quite a while so don't get impatient, and we have all decided that you are not going to be allowed to see the final result until we are finished with you and you are dressed. We've picked out a lovely outfit for you and we want it to be a surprise. We want to make sure that you will like being a girl." Nikki gave me one of her wicked grins.

They took me to another room which they called the salon. Apparently, because they got so many special requests and there were seven of them, they did much of their hairdressing and cosmetic work themselves (this included catering for those customers with exotic tastes). Kathy and Betty were qualified beauticians and hair dressers. I was deposited in a reclining chair and the two girls started to work on me. The mirror facing the chair was covered. They were serious about not letting me see the results of their work. As I lay back two of the other girls started to work on my hands, but I couldn't see who they were.

My hair was washed, shampooed, conditioned and dried. Next, various unknown (to me) operations were performed on it, which involved the application of some foul-smelling stuff and leaving it for a while before washing that off. Then I was washed and conditioned again. Rollers and foil were put in and then my head went under a big drier.

While all this was going on my hands were being pulled and my fingernails twisted. I
think they were painted and filed and repainted and re-filed. There was no way I could touch anything.

Finally, the drier was taken away and Kathy began to take out all the dooverlackeys in my hair while Betty plucked my eyebrows. When all the paraphernalia was out Kathy combed and fluffed and teased until she was apparently satisfied and then she sprayed my hair and made a few final pats and declared I looked quite good.

"Just so you know; I put in extensions until your own hair grows. They're much easier to handle than a wig," she said.

Now Betty became the chief inquisitor. There were four sharp pains in my earlobes.

"I've just pierced your ears," she informed me happily, "and put two studs in each one. All young girls have at least two these days."

She then proceeded to apply all sorts of creams and brushed-on powders to my face, concentrating particularly around my eyes, pulling my lids up and down and telling me to shut them and not move then telling me to open them and not move, and they felt really funny when she finished.

But wait, there's more, as they say on TV. She started on my lips and drew lines around
them with some kind of crayon and then painted inside the line with a brush, like “painting by numbers" then took a regular-looking lipstick and finished me off, except for a light dusting of powder.

Then it was back to Kathy, who checked my hair again, tut-tutted, got out her combs and brushes and fixed it all up again. Finally they let me out of the chair and I was able to see that my fingernails had magically lengthened by half an inch and were a bright red in colour also, beautifully shaped and tapered.

I was then taken upstairs again to Nikki's bedroom, told to shut my eyes and raise my arms. Something was carefully dropped over my head and shoulders avoiding my hair and face then pulled down and settled around my waist. I could feel a swishy material on my thighs and upper legs, and then a zip was pulled up on the back and all six girls were around me, tugging and adjusting and oohing and aahing and telling me I still couldn't open my eyes.

Then Nikki told me to lift my right foot and slipped a shoe on it, and then the same with the left foot. As soon as they were on, I knew they were high-heeled, but they felt so right. Cinderella, eat your heart out!

They still forbade me to open my eyes. "We have to let Auntie Rose see you. We want a pat on the back." With that, they made me walk downstairs with my eyes closed in high heels. I didn't have any trouble at all. My balance seemed so natural. Auntie was waiting for us in the lounge.

"OK Lisa, you can open your eyes now," said Nikki, and I opened them and I was looking straight at Auntie Rose, who had a truly wonderful smile on her face, "Oh, Lisa, you are really lovely. I was so worried whether you had made the right decision in becoming a girl, but now I know that it was meant to be."

She stepped forward and hugged me. "You really are my niece. I wish you were my daughter."

I still had no idea what I looked like. Amy pulled me round 90 degrees and pointed me at a three-way mirror. So there was a stunning 17 or 18-year old girl reflected in the glass. Percy strained at his confinement and I looked around to see where she was, this striking blonde who resembled Keira Knightley in "Pirates of the Caribbean" but wearing a short black dress and high heels, hair up and cleavage showing.

I couldn't find her. I turned a full circle and looked back in the mirror, and then it dawned, this girl was me! I nearly fainted. They caught me before I hit the floor, naturally.

I straightened up, regained my composure and began to examine myself. The question was did I like me?

Answer, yes.

Could I live with looking like this all the time?

Answer, yes.

I thought I looked much better than I did as a boy. At least I owed it to myself to give it a try. What would my mum think of me? I almost felt her beside me and I knew she would want me to be happy and safe, whether I was a boy or a girl, and I heard her say, “You’re beautiful, darling,” and I was so overcome that I passed out for real this time.

When I came to I was on the sofa with Auntie and all six girls around me, clucking and fussing, with Nikki the most concerned. "Lisa, Lisa. Are you all right, darling?"

"Yes," I said, a little weakly. "It's only that it seems that I really am Lisa now, and I wasn't ready for it. Do you still love me like this? It looks like I'm a girl now. We're both girls. Does it make a difference?"

"I think you look fabulous, and you are making me wet just looking at you. I want to take you to bed and fuck the arse off you, and I want to make you more and more female and feminine. Is that enough for you?"

"Can we go to bed now? I'm not sure I can take any more today."

She looked at Auntie, who nodded and then gave me a kiss. "Go and enjoy yourself, darling. Everything else can wait till tomorrow."

We went up to Nikki's bedroom and she unzipped me from the dress and got me out of the shoes. She pushed me onto the bed and said, "I'm going to make you into my slave girl tonight Lisa. Don't be scared. Just remember I love you, but I think you need this to cement your decision. Trust me. I get twice as much fun this way, and so will you. Last night I made Andrew into my slave by taking his virginity and now you are Lisa and you are a virgin of a different kind, so I must make sure that you also become my slave and I am your evil fairy godmother too. I have to make sure you will do as you’re told.”

“Whatever you say, Godmother.”

She took a rubber cock from a drawer and strapped it onto herself. One end went into her pussy and the other stuck out twice as far as my Percy. It looked positively scary.

"Spread your legs very wide," she said, and rubbed some greasy stuff into and around my bum.

"Now put your legs over my shoulders." She knelt in front of me as I did so with that huge rubber cock pointing at my arse. "Now take a deep breath." and she worked that tool into me. At first it hurt, but she shushed me and told me to wait a little and then she thrust it into me again and again, each time a bit further until it was all the way in, and all of a sudden it felt good and I wanted her to give me more and more. Yesterday she had made me a man and now she was making me a woman.

"Ooh, Nikki, don't stop! Nikki! Nikki!" I screamed. I didn't care if anyone heard and I guess that in this house it didn't matter much and fuck me she did. I felt so fulfilled afterwards, just like a real woman I suppose. It was then I knew I would never be a man and I didn't care at all. I guess I realised from that moment that I was going to be a girl. I really didn't have a choice.

It's strange how fate can deal you a hand sometimes that is nothing you expected but turns out to feel so right. She told me to take off the rest of my clothes and gave me a shower-cap and we showered together. My hair stayed dry and my breast forms and pussy all stayed in place. Afterwards, she brushed out my hair and removed my make-up with little sponges and a cream and then she gave me a polka-dotted dark blue satin nightie and we went to bed again.

"You see," she said, "you're now my slave-girl, and you've got one more duty before I let you go to sleep. I need a bit of loving too," and she showed me how to lick her pussy and soon it was her turn to scream and then we cuddled each other until we fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning I pushed this strange long blonde hair back from my face and stumbled to the toilet. I looked for Percy but he'd gone missing. Then I remembered and sat down to pee, did the rest of my business and wiped myself back and front. I stood and looked at myself in the glass, blonde hair down to my shoulders, breasts poking forward under my nightie. Even with no make-up the girl staring back was very pretty.

Just then Nikki came in and rested her head on my shoulder, her beauty still marred by the black eye.

"Good morning, gorgeous. How are you, today? You know, I think you're going to be a vain bitch, always admiring yourself in the mirror."

I laughed, and this morning my unbroken voice didn't embarrass me.

"Let me take a leak, then we'll shower and I'll help you get ready. You're a schoolgirl for now."

A little later she helped me with my bra and panties, selected a black flared calf-length skirt (“until you get a bum” she said, giggling) and a tight-fitting white knitted top with a boat neck. She explained her choices as she went and showed me how to fix my hair and do my make-up. Finally she gave me the same high heeled shoes I had worn the previous day. "Normally you wouldn't wear shoes with a heel this high in the mornings, but I want you to get used to heels and they will help your balance and posture. You can be sloppy when all this comes naturally."

I had already decided that I loved high heels, but I said nothing as I wanted to keep on wearing them. We went down to the kitchen, Nikki still in her dressing gown. All the others were there and I was clearly overdressed, but I was greeted with kisses and hugs.

"Look at Miss Muck."

"We know what you two did last night."

"It sounded good. Come and give me some tonight."

"Looking good, kid."

"Sleep well?"

"Good morning Lisa."

And that warm, safe, wanted feeling coursed through me.

"Lisa," said Auntie. "Training starts right after breakfast. All the girls are briefed to take time out to make sure you pick up the tricks to being a girl, but today we will concentrate on walking, movement and deportment as they are the most basic. We will continue with hair and make-up tomorrow then fashion and dress selection after that. We won't neglect speech training either. I want you ready in one week to be able to go out by yourself and pass as a girl. Actually you could do it now, but practice makes perfect and I want you to be comfortable with yourself and confident. I've already organized an appointment with our doctor two weeks from today and in the meantime you are to take these." She gave me a small packet. "They're the Pill, dear."

The next two weeks passed in a blur. I practiced and practiced all sorts of things and the girls gave me tips and help in details I never would have thought of, but which every woman knows. I had to move into my own bedroom as Nikki's bruises faded and she had to go back to work. I was put out, jealous and almost threw a tantrum, so she explained the facts of life to me, nicely.

"Look darling, it's a job. I do it because it pays well and I'm reasonably good-looking and I actually like sex. I'm not super-smart or very well-educated. This way I can afford nice clothes and shoes and put money aside for later. I like to think I actually help some of the poor sods that come here, but that doesn't mean I love them. Just think of me as a sex therapist or a kind of nurse. Oh, and I like Auntie and the other girls. We all look out for each other."

So I stopped sulking and concentrated on my lessons. After a week I had my first excursion as a girl into the world outside, just walking around with Nikki and getting used to the feeling of being outside. Another week passed and the day came for my appointment with the doctor. I was carefully dressed in a plum-coloured knee-length skirt, a white blouse buttoned down the front, almost like a shirt, and a business-like plum jacket. Auntie did not want me to be too showy. My underwear was sensible white bra and panties as I would be undressing for the doctor.

I wore black stay-up stockings, black patent pumps and carried a matching shoulder bag with my make-up, tissues and $100 emergency money, which Auntie had given me. I was wearing light daytime make-up (which I had put on myself), with a coral-pink lipstick and my hair was hanging loose to my shoulders.

I was as nervous as hell, but Auntie pronounced me perfect and the girls wished me luck as the two of us left the house. We walked down the path to the front gate and turned onto the street. We walked about fifty yards and passed a man and a woman. She looked me up and down and I thought she was going to yell "It's a boy in girls’ clothes" but nothing happened. A few seconds later a taxi came along. Auntie waved him down and we climbed in. "Where to, ladies?" asked the driver and Auntie whispered to me, "You tell him."

I nearly died on the spot. "16. Preston Road, please." I said.

"OK, Miss, no problem."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" whispered Auntie again. I shook my head. The journey lasted about ten minutes and the driver didn't laugh or gape at me. "That'll be $15 please, ladies," he said when we arrived.

"Pay the man please, Lisa." She was really testing me out. I opened my bag, took out the
purse inside and gave him $20.

"That's OK, keep the change," I said mistressfully.

"Thanks very much, Miss."

"Well done, love. Just keep going like that. It'll get easier with practice," said Auntie when we had reached the building in front of us. She rang the bell and the door was opened by an attractive thirty-ish woman in a white coat.

"I’m Rose Thomson and this is my niece Lisa to see Dr. Carter."

"Oh yes, please come in. She's expecting you. I'll take you straight in." replied the woman and we were escorted down a short corridor into an airy room to the right.

The grey-haired woman seated at the desk inside got up and came over to us. She embraced Auntie.

"How are you Rose? You're looking well. You must be Lisa," she said, turning to me. "I like your outfit dear. Very smart. Let's sit down."

"Hallo, Liz. You're looking well too. How're Mark and the kids?"

"Mark could be CEO soon, if he wants to. Teresa's doing very well at Sussex. Jim, well, Jim's still a problem."

"There's always one dear, isn't there? I'm sure he'll be all right in the end."

"I certainly hope so. He's a worry."

"Well, if there's anything I can do let me know."

"I will, never fear. You're my last port of call."

"OK, to business. Lisa wants to be a girl. I've told you her circumstances and we need your help. It's an unusual situation."

"Yes, I understand. I want to talk to Lisa before I examine her and talk to you, all right?"

"Of course."

"Lisa, will you come into my surgery, please. Just wait here Rose. If you want a cup of tea let Melanie know."

We went into another room off of the one we were in and she got me to sit on an examination table.

"Now dear. First let me say that I trust Rose absolutely. I know what business she is in and I know that she looks after her girls like a tigress. If she tells me you want to be a girl I believe her, but I must hear it from you. Tell me why you want to be a girl."

"Doctor, ever since I dressed as a girl I just felt so right. I feel confident and cool and I can handle myself much better than I ever thought I could as a boy. I love the clothes and the hairstyles and the make-up, the feeling of being elegant and pretty and I know now that it’s right for me. I’m sure that now is the time to do it before I start developing any more male characteristics (I was coached in all this, interview technique) and I just want to be a woman. I don't want to go back to my old life or be put into Government care. Since I've been with Auntie Rose I have just felt so safe and secure."

"Hmmmm. Well, I'm going to examine you. Take off your clothes, all of them."

I did as she told me, and I was soon sitting there with only my breast forms and my pussy gaffe between me and her. She looked at my welts and bruises and tut-tutted, even though they were now fading. She did all those doctor things and then put a gloved finger up my backside. "So, you've had anal sex already. Was it voluntary? Did you like it?"

"Yes, to both. I loved it."

She inserted a finger into the gaffe and pulled it off. "I need to see this," she said, and laid my cock bare. She lifted it up and felt my testicles.

"You're about 14 years old, aren't you? I really shouldn't do anything to change your sex until you're older. However, like I said, I trust Rose very much. Are you absolutely sure you want to be a girl? This is a one-way journey."

"Yes, please. I really, really want it. In my mind I'm already a girl. Please don't make me go back to being a boy."

Nikki had proved to me that she still loved me as a girl and I would have done anything for that woman. If she wanted a girl she was going to get one and I was determined it was going to be me.

"All right, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. You're going to sign a paper saying you're Lisa Thomson, aged 17, and I'm going to give you a vasectomy, which basically disconnects your testicles from your body's supply of testosterone. Best of all, it’s reversible. I’m going to give you a massive injection of female hormones and a prescription for a regular supply of hormone pills, but I’m going to require you to come and see me on a monthly basis, so that I can monitor your progress. In about six weeks your nipples will grow and become very sensitive, perhaps painful, and your breasts will start to develop. This will continue for 18 months to two years, maybe even longer. Your skin will soften and you will have very little hair growth on your body. You have not yet gone through male puberty in total so it is unlikely that your voice will break and your normal growth spurt of 9 to 12 inches will be curtailed. You will probably grow only 4 to 6 inches. Your cranial hair growth rate will approximately double and you will be unlikely to lose any hair from your head for most of your life.

“You will develop fatty tissues round your buttocks and hips, and until your metabolism adjusts you may experience mood swings which will, for instance, cause you to weep at inappropriate times or feel depressed for no apparent reason. Naturally your penis will cease to function as a male organ. Do you understand all that and are you prepared to experience all these changes? Actually, if you do change your mind you have about two months to do so before the changes are permanent.”

"Oh, yes, please do it," I said.

"OK dear, up here and we'll do it now. First I'm going to extract a sperm sample, which we will store in case you ever want children. You will be able to have them with AI (artificial insemination)." she said and again inserted a finger into my backside, performing a sort of massage until I ejaculated into a small bottle, which she labelled, sealed and put into a fridge.

"This will leave you sore for a couple of days," she said and sprayed my testicles with something that made them go cold and then numb. Next she cut into the sac with a scalpel and made a couple of small snicks, took a needle and thread and sewed me up again. There was surprisingly little blood and she put a pad over the incisions.

"Leave it on for two days," she said, and then she filled a syringe with some liquid from a phial and injected it into my backside.

"Welcome to womanhood, Lisa. Get dressed and we'll go and fill out the paperwork."

Shortly, we returned to her office, where Auntie Rose was sitting with a cup of tea. As she filled in a number of forms, she told us her intentions.

"Rose, Lisa must come and see me next month. If she agrees I will shave her Adam's apple and plump her lips with collagen, both very minor procedures. I also intend to commence hypnotherapy, in order to expedite feminine assimilation. This is just like being treated for smoking except that this will accentuate the positives rather than being an aversion therapy. Lisa, it will help you to be comfortable with the physical and mental changes you will be experiencing. I want you both to be aware that I could be struck off for doing all this, so please keep it confidential, and, Rose, please let's get some ID in place to show that this young lady is indeed Lisa Thomson, aged 17. Now, please both sign all these," and she pushed across a stack of forms, which we signed, the first time I had written my new name. After a few pleasantries Auntie and I exited her office.

"How do you feel now, dear?" asked Auntie, as we walked down the street.

I squeezed her arm, "Excited and relieved," I told her. "I was worried she would tell me I couldn't be a girl, which would mean I couldn't stay with you. My life has changed so much for the better in the last two weeks or so. You are so nice to me, and now I've got a home."

"I was never in any doubt. Anybody can see you're going to make a perfect girl. What about a spot of lunch and some shopping?"

So my first day out continued with a visit to a crowded restaurant, where I ordered my own food, used the ladies' restroom for the first time and nobody looked at me strangely or made any comment.

After that we went shopping and Auntie bought me half a dozen bra-and-pantie sets, some skirts and tops and three pairs of high-heeled shoes. All the shop assistants just treated me like a normal girl. I remember how right I felt just being able to look in the shop windows at the shoes and bags and pretty clothes, thinking that if I had been dressed as a boy people would have stared at me and wondered why I was looking in those shops.

"Next time you can do this on your own, or with some of the girls," said Auntie, as we sat in the taxi on the way home. I felt a rush of love for this woman and leaned over, kissed her on the cheek and rested my head on her shoulder. I really did feel like her daughter. It was a lovely feeling.

When we got home there was a message from Bruce that Lee Daniels had met with an unfortunate accident and suffered a broken leg and facial injuries plus some internal anal bleeding.

"Good," said Auntie, "he won't be chasing any defenceless girls for a while. Now, Lisa, I'll organize your birth certificate and then we'll get you a passport. That will cover us all."

"How can you do that?" I asked her.

"Well, the original Lisa was born here and went to Australia with her mother when she was a few months old, so she would have travelled on her mother's passport. Her birth will be on record, but I doubt if there is any paperwork on her leaving, so once we get the birth certificate we just get you photographed and fill in the forms. I'm sure Liz will sign the declarations that you are who you say, and voila!"

I stopped worrying and busied myself with the details of becoming a girl. Nikki insisted that she wanted to photograph me every week so that she had a record of my transition from male to female and I could not argue with that. She took some pictures of me naked and some dressed and I posed for her with pleasure.

We had to "play" during the day now that she was working nights again. It seemed that most of the clients came in between about 8pm and midnight and left in the early hours of the morning and Auntie kept me away from them because of my age. She told me she did not want any trouble, but I think she was just protecting me. The regular inspection had taken place and Auntie had introduced me to the policeman as her niece. He had asked for my identification "as a matter of routine" and I had shown him my brand new birth certificate, which evidently satisfied him.

As soon as Auntie got it she took me and Nikki to a photographer and I had passport photos taken. Nikki and I had some portrait pictures done and I also got some of me with Auntie. Later I had all these framed and kept them by my bedside. Every day I kissed them goodnight. They were my family now.

A month went by and I returned to see Dr. Carter. As promised, she shaved my Adam's apple and gave me collagen injections. After checking me over, she boosted my hormones. She told me she thought I could withstand a higher dosage. To tell the truth I hadn't really noticed any effects yet but she assured me I would very soon. She also started my hypnotherapy sessions.

I watched a spinning wheel, dozed off and woke up feeling that nothing had happened, but for the next month I developed a passion for romance novels, reading them at every opportunity and identifying with the heroines. When they wept, I wept and my heart fluttered, my bosom heaved and I melted in their sweethearts' strong manly arms. Dr. Carter (call me Liz, dear) was right about the hormones. Two weeks later, the growth of my nipples was obvious and they had become very sensitive.

Nikki delightedly took pictures and kissed and caressed them, which caused me to just about crawl across the ceiling. Another development was that when Percy was let out to play he began to need more effort to make him stand up, but we managed, and there was always the dildo.

I kept pressing Auntie to let me do something to earn my keep. Already, I ran errands for the girls, went shopping for the groceries and washed up, but I wanted to do more.

Eventually, when I had been there for about seven weeks, she gave me my passport saying that since I now had two pieces of ID, she felt that I was safe from the authorities. She could let me be the receptionist and drinks hostess, but I was not, repeat not, to have any sexual relations with the clients.

She took me to my room and produced my work clothes. Laid on my bed, were a bright pink multi-layer petticoat and a frilly silk panty, a pair of black seamed fishnet stockings, a black lace suspender belt and a black ‘Maximiser’ bra, a French maid's dress, a white apron, a maid's cap and a pair of black patent leather shoes, with a 5-inch heel.

"There, are you happy now?" she asked me. "You will greet our customers, take their coats and bring them drinks while they wait for their assigned girl."

I couldn't wait to try on my new uniform and when I went to show it off to the other girls they all giggled and hooted and laughed and made me bend over to show off my panties and petticoats. I felt so proud that I was almost one of them. Nikki couldn't wait to take pictures of me. If only my titties were real I thought. Auntie said I looked enchanting and the customers would love me.

I started work as a hostess and did what Auntie had promised. I answered the door and ushered our guests in. I took their coats and brought them drinks while their assigned girl was coming. I learned a lot about our clientele while I was doing this. We had a regular core of men, mostly middle-aged and well-heeled business men who were looking for relief and relaxation from the stresses of their day jobs. Many of them were not getting sex from their wives and looked to us to make up for that, but about 25% were "special" clients, who wanted other things which I had never imagined.

Some wanted to be dominated by a strong woman and humiliated, or tied up and whipped or otherwise mistreated. Some wanted to be put into nappies and be treated as babies for the evening while some wanted to be dressed as women and be girls while they were with us for the night. I felt for these poor guys who were so messed up and were prepared to pay lots of money to relieve their hang-ups. After all I was luckier than them.

I continued my monthly visits to Dr. Liz. My breasts were definitely starting to develop now and my bum was beginning to round out. My skin was softer and I was in all ways more feminine. Although I never remembered the hypnotherapy I developed sudden enthusiasms for fashion magazines, boy-bands and generally became more girly. Nikki used to laugh at me when I raved about Justin Timberlake or someone like him but I didn't mind because I loved her.

I guess this phase of my life continued for about eighteen months. My breasts and bum filled out and I became a real 34B on top, a 36 below and a 24 in between. I grew 4 inches to be 5 foot 8 inches and stopped. My hair stretched half way down my back and I definitely did not need extensions any more.

My skin was soft and clear and when I looked in the mirror a teenage girl not only looked back but fussed with her hair and makeup and checked herself out to make sure she was wearing suitable clothes while other girls would be a little jealous. Auntie had made me go to a secretarial course so I was now a competent typist, stenographer and could use all the basic computer programmes.

I had met a number of girls my own age (my Lisa age) at this course and would go out shopping or for coffee with them after classes. We would flirt with boys but I never got serious because I had my Nikki to go home to. At night I became the French maid/hostess of our establishment and found I could really immerse myself in the role. I rarely thought of Andrew these days. I was more and more Lisa from the depths of my soul.

Nikki was my rock. We made love at every opportunity; swapped clothes, jewellery and admired each other. We did each other's hair and tried out new colours of lipstick and eye-shadow… Oh, everything that two people in love could do.

One day she said to me, "Andrew, do you regret giving up so much for me, because I want you to do something more."

I did a mental double-take. Who was Andrew and what had he given up? I said as much to her.

"You are still Andrew," she said, holding tiny little Percy in her hand.

He hadn't worked for months now and I almost forgot about him.

"And I will always love you, but I want you to become 100% Lisa. This little fellow has no future. I'm asking you to get rid of him."

"Oh, is that all? I've only been waiting for Dr. Liz to give me the all-clear. Look at me darling. I've got beautiful hair, and I think I'm very pretty and I've got these," cradling my breasts, and I ran my hands down past my waist to my hips. "I think my figure's quite good and my legs look great in stockings and high-heels. Andrew was a poor homeless kid and I traded him in for this and when Percy goes I will have a beautiful pussy for us to play with. I don't think I'm giving anything up for you. I'm just improving myself so you will love me - the real me, Lisa - more. I almost drool every time I think of you licking me and what we can do with a double-ended dildo. I might even get some practice in with the odd man."

"Don't you dare, or at least not till I've had my evil Godmother rights," and she hit me with a pillow.

I talked to Dr. Liz and she said she had been waiting for me to ask. She had been sure that I would, as she had never seen anyone who embraced femininity like me. She recommended that I go to Thailand to have the operation, where the surgeons and facilities were first-rate and the cost was reasonable.

She said I should be able to get it all done for $10000 to $12000. That made me gulp.

I went back to Nikki and told her I couldn't afford to do it until I saved some money, but she said she could afford that amount easily.

"But I can't let you. How can I pay you back?"

"I asked you to do it, remember? I want the new improved you. Just think of it as my part payment to you for my life," and so I accepted.

We went to Auntie together to ask if she would accept my change, and, of course, she pointed out that she was the cause of the whole thing and she would not hear of Nikki paying for the trip or the operation. She had had my services as a pretty French maid for some time and she could not do without me, so she undertook to arrange everything at the house's expense and Nikki would have to go to look after me.

It took six weeks to organize the flights and book the date and hospital for the procedure, but we were finally ready to go with a three-week stay planned in Bangkok to allow me some time for recuperation before flying back. My passport worked a treat. Nobody questioned my identity as Lisa Thomson, aged just 19, and although the flight was long I was so excited that I scarcely slept. This was after all, my first trip overseas.

I couldn't believe how hot and steamy Bangkok was. We were both drenched in sweat just waiting for the bus to take us into the city. Thank God for air-conditioning. We were staying in a hotel the first night and booking into the hospital the next day. We checked into our room and immediately showered and washed our hair. Then we got dressed in our coolest summer dresses and Nikki told me she was taking me out to a special club she had been told about.

"What do they do there?" I asked.

"It's a secret, but I think you'll like it," she replied, giggling.

So we took a taxi to this mysterious club and sat at a table and ordered drinks from a gorgeous Thai girl. The place was filled with the most ravishing girls I had ever seen. It was like being at a beauty pageant, but apart from that I couldn't see anything unusual.

"Well, what's so special? Apart from them all being so good-looking?"

Nikki almost wet herself laughing. "They're all boys, just like you. They call them ladyboys."

My jaw must have bounced when it hit the table. "I don't believe you," I gasped.

"It's true. Why don't you ask one? They're much more tolerant here.” then she said to the girl bringing our drinks “Can I ask you a question?".

"OK, but not be rude."

"My friend here is a boy, and she doesn't believe you're all boys too. Can you tell her?"

"NIKKI!!"

"Ooh," exclaimed the girl, "you farang ladyboy. Yes, we all boys here. We the most famous in all Thailand. You very pretty. You get job here easy if you like. Blonde hair, men like very much," and she turned and yelled in Thai (I presume) to the other girls. In no time we were surrounded by laughing, giggling girls. I couldn't think of them as anything else. They just radiated femininity. They asked where we were from and if we were tourists, and stroked my hair and felt the material of our dresses.

Nikki told them that we were here so I could get the operation. I was past embarrassment now.

"What doctor?" I stumbled the name out.

"You very lucky. He very good."

"Very good hospital."

"You make number one girl."

I decided to get some revenge, and pointed at Nikki. "She's a ladyboy too."

"I am not! She's lying."

"We soon find out." said one and with lots of laughter we were held down and hands went up our skirts.

"This one ladyboy." after examining me.

"This one got pussy." Nikki was really red.

"You wait. I'll kill you," she said.

"Serves you right. You brought me here."

"You both OK. We like you. Drinks free until men come. Then you better go," and the girls chatted to us and told us their life stories for the next hour or so. Then men started to drift in.

"You go now. We busy. You come back see us when you real girl, OK." and we returned to the hotel and went to bed, finally exhausted.

The next morning we checked into the hospital, adjoining rooms with a connecting door. Nikki's was just like a nice hotel room while mine had a hospital bed and curtains round it for examinations. When we were settled the surgeon came to see us and explained to me exactly what he was going to do. It actually went right over my head, but it meant that he was going to invert my penis and scrotum (after removing my testicles) and give me a vagina about 7 inches deep. If everything went all right I would be able to perform as a female in about three months including a full female orgasm.

He examined me in detail around the parts in question and said he saw absolutely no problem. I was an ideal candidate, pre-pubescent, healthy and had been treated correctly. I would have the procedure tomorrow morning and would remain in hospital for about one week for post-operative treatment.

It was all a bit scary (if everything went all right? What if it didn't?), but Nikki was there to hold my hand. I slept cuddled into her that night, stomach rumbling without food and only water to drink. The next morning the nurses came and prepped me and wheeled me to the theatre on a gurney. The anaesthetist injected me and that's all I know.

I don't remember much of the next few days, because I was away with the fairies on morphine. When the dosage wore off it HURT and I couldn't wait for the next hit.

Wonderful drug.

I do remember the surgeon telling me everything went perfectly and Nikki by my side every time I woke. I won't go into gory detail but after four days I could use a toilet with help and after seven days I hobbled out of there on Nikki's arm and we returned to the hotel. The results looked pretty gruesome at this stage, but I was assured that that was normal.

Nikki had to exercise my new part every day and as it grew less painful this reduced us to giggles and lurid remarks about what was in store for me. Every second day we revisited the hospital where I was monitored on an out-patient basis and I was pronounced to be progressing very satisfactorily. Two weeks after the operation I could get around fairly normally but got tired early in the evening.

During the third week we went sight-seeing and the day before we were due to leave we went back to see our ladyboy friends. They all wanted to see it and I could not refuse them, so we went in a back room and they all admired my new pussy, saying what a good job the doctor had done and how they couldn't wait till they had saved enough to have themselves done and how jealous they were.

We had a few drinks and a hug and cuddle session and then it was time for them to work and us to go back to the hotel and pack.

We flew home again and this time I had no trouble sleeping. When we arrived back at the house Auntie and the girls all wanted to have a look, so I stripped off and let them see what they wanted. Nikki took more photos for the scrapbook. With all these pictures I could have had my own porn show.

I had prearranged visits with Dr. Liz and rang to confirm my appointment before setting off to see her the very next day. Like everyone else she was eager to see the results and had me on the examination table in no time. She poked and prodded and dilated and manipulated my clitoris and vagina.

"I've never seen better work. That surgeon is a genius. He has given you a vaginal depth of just over 8 inches which, contrary to some of the wild stories you may have heard, is sufficient to accommodate the full length of about 80% of all males. Anyone examining you who didn't know your history, would swear you were a natural female. I think all the residual swelling will be gone within two weeks and as long as you continue to dilate daily you should be able to partake in full sexual intercourse and experience complete female orgasm in about two months.

“I want you to come and see me every week for a while so I can keep an eye on your progress, and with your permission, I want to use our hypnotherapy sessions to reinforce your desires for heterosexual activities so that you can get full enjoyment from your new equipment. Don't worry, I know all about the bond between you and Nikki and I will do nothing that will lessen or interfere with your feelings towards her, but I believe you should take full advantage of this," and she patted my pussy with almost parental pride.

So of course I agreed, and she gave me a session there and then and when I left her offices I was lusting after the young men I passed in the street.

Two months passed and I continued as before at Auntie's establishment, but my desire to do more increased; I think as a combination of my wishing to repay Auntie for financing my operation and Dr. Liz's enhancement of my libido. Nikki and I certainly enjoyed a different physical relationship as a result of my transition. 69 became a standard part of our lovemaking and I really enjoyed it when she licked me out. The feeling got better and better as I healed and soon she was able to make me soaking wet with her fingers inside me while she sucked my nipples and I writhed with pleasure.

Dr. Liz gave me the all-clear and Nikki took my virginity with the dildo. As that rubber
weapon penetrated me I experienced a new wave of sensations that blew my mind away. I became a huge blob of feeling with no control at all. My whole being was concentrated between my legs. I had them wrapped around my love so that she would never stop and I bucked to get more and more inside. Surges of hot juices exploded again and again until finally I laid back panting.

"Wow! Wow! No words. Can we do it again, now?" I gasped. "I want more, more, more."

Nikki laughed at me. "So you liked it, eh? I think you came about five times, but now it's my turn you greedy little slut. When you've fixed me up I MAY let you have another turn," and we both had seconds.

Nikki knew I wanted to do more for Auntie and now that she had exercised her wicked fairy godmother rights she didn't mind me getting extras elsewhere. I was so horny she couldn't keep up anyway, so we all agreed I could become a full-service girl and a few days later I had my first man. Auntie chose a nice middle-aged guy who she said was a little submissive and very nice. I wore my French maid uniform, which seemed to turn him on and we went to bed in my room.

I stripped him and tied him to the bed frame and his cock became erect immediately. I
felt an overwhelming desire to suck it and took it into my mouth and licked and gobbled and played with it until he came and I swallowed every drop. I don't know where I learned how to do all this. It just seemed to come naturally. Then I worked on him until he was hard again and lowered myself onto him and worked myself up and down until I screamed and came. He was completely gone by this time. He gave me a $100 tip and said he wanted me next time so I must have given him satisfaction too.

For the next year I was one of Auntie's girls. I entertained all of our regulars, dressing as a French maid, as a nurse, a schoolgirl, a slut, a dominatrix, and all sorts of variations, whatever turned them on. It turned me on too. I really loved to be fucked, and Nikki and I made love at every opportunity. This was the happiest time of my life. Who would have believed that a 14 year old runaway boy could become the beautiful girl that I now was? I thought I had it all, a girlfriend who I loved and who loved me back, a mother in Auntie, the girls as friends, a home, elegant clothes and shoes that showed me off to the outside world and made me feel so good when I wore them. Best of all - SEX.

I should have known.

One day Nikki went missing. The police found her half-naked body in the same alley where I had first encountered her. She had been beaten and raped and the letters "LD" had been carved on her stomach. Auntie went to identify her and wouldn't let me go to see her.

"Remember her as she was, Lisa." she told me. Nikki was buried in a sealed coffin after an autopsy that confirmed she was murdered, as if it wasn't patently obvious.

For two weeks after I heard she was dead I was a total basket case. I only got out of bed to go to the bathroom until the day of her funeral and had to be supported by the other girls the whole time.

There was a poem which expressed exactly how I felt:-

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead,
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I pulled myself together and arranged for Bruce to try to find Lee Daniels before the police found him. If he does I want him held in a secure place until I can cut off his prick and balls and shove them down his throat, so I can watch him bleed to death. If the cops get him first I will wait until he gets out of jail and do it then and afterwards I will go and join my Nikki.

The End

Acknowledgements to W.H.Auden for his poem "Funeral Blues"(also known by other names) and apologies for changing his "he" to "she". In my opinion this is the finest expression of grief I have ever read.