Factories make--things? A sinister story of revenge and slavery.

by Keshara

---

 

 
 
Chapter Seven - Futures Set

Grace rang the bell and was met by a very happy Phyllis, who aptly welcomed her Mistress instantly.

Following behind her soon to be middle-aged dominatrix, Grace could only smile with intent as Phyllis took her to the kitchen where Lorna stood scantily clad in just stilettos and a pair of black lace thong panties.

"Lorna, Madame has chosen to visit us," Phyllis spoke with authority towards her lover.

"Madame," Lorna gave a quick curtsey.

Grace sat herself on a stall on the other side of the breakfast bar to her two new recruits.

Phyllis moved up behind Lorna and slid her hands around her small waist.

"I take it you two are?" Grace questioned.

"Oh yes Madame," Phyllis replied leaning into Lorna’s neck and biting her ear and then moving a hand up to gently caress her breast and tweak her nipple, while her other hand slid down across her stomach and into her black laced panties.

Lorna responded with a very sexy "Ohhhh--Mmmmmm"

Grace could see that the Doctor’s work was once again as impeccable as usual. For her two latest recruits were totally infatuated with each other.

"If you two love birds could give me a moment!" Grace interrupted them just before their foreplay turned into full-blown sex right in front of her. "You will have plenty of time for that when I’ve gone!"

Both lovers stopped and turned their attention to their Madame.
 

*          *          *
 
"Phyllis you will go to the Health Farm tomorrow where they will begin preparing you for your new position," Grace began to unveil her plans, which through some advice from Lady Melissa, had changed from the original plans she had. "Lorna you will go to this address in London-- You will find Dennis there with his secretary, and yes I do expect you to cause a scene and give both of them a very torrid time over their affair. When you return home I want you to come and see me!"

As Grace exited the kitchen she could hear the throes of two very passionate lovers enjoying each other’s sex and as the thrill of knowing just what was going to happen to all four of them, her small cockette began to rise in her panties. Although she was turned on by the thought of two lesbians going at one another like rabbits on heat, she realised that her own needs had been overlooked for almost a fortnight. Taking out her mobile phone she pressed in a number.

"Hello Ivan, I don’t care where you are or what you are doing. Get your ass home right this moment, your shemale wife needs a good seeing too!"
 

*          *          *
 
With Dennis securely away in the arms of his lover, his fate would be put on hold until later, for more important matters had to be dealt with concerning Trudy and Joan’s son Edward.
 
*          *          *
 
Drying her long blonde hair straight as she loved to have it Grace smiled profusely, Ivan was asleep on the bed worn out by her insatiable sexual appetite, which today had lasted two hours.

Pressing a little button on her dresser she awaited the arrival of her maid.

"Yes Madame," Joan curtseyed obediently staring at the floor.

"Joan are you aware that your son is due home from college in two days?"

"Yes Madame," Joan replied.

"Well I wonder what he will make of his parents when he sees them?" Grace grinned. "You have permission to speak and look at me when you do!"

"He will be most shocked Madame!" Joan replied with a very uneasy look on her face.

"I have spoken to your wife about his arrival and she can’t wait to see him, of course she has pleaded with me explicitly that you are nowhere around while he settles into his new life here," Grace looked into Trudy’s feminised husband face.

Joan wanted to cry he had no intention of greeting his son as a woman and worse still he could see no possible way for his son to ever believe he was his father. Joan’s conditioning had included his knowledge of knowing full well what sex he had been and now was. Lady Melissa had given strict instructions that every night as he got ready for bed he would remember every aspect of his former life. Especially all the things that he used to love and do, yet despite his mind’s brief self control Melissa had made sure that his undeniable urge to dress and look like a woman always won through.

Grace was well aware of Joan’s extreme pride in his son’s schooling achievements and she was almost relishing the look of anguish he would display when she told him what she had planned for his son.

"Joan I know you have always taken a keen interest in your son’s academic achievements, so I will make this a little less painful for you," Grace crossed her legs and began to administer her makeup. "Trudy has had her fun with you and has grown bored with the way you look. She has expressed a deep desire for Edward not to see any family resemblance in you whatsoever!"

"But Madame?" the shock of what his and his wife’s mistress was saying.

"You know better than to argue Joan," Grace countered. "And anyway you will look much younger after the surgery. Trudy will explain to Edward that his father ran off with his secretary leaving her alone to look after the house, which will explain her loss of weight and more voluptuous figure. And when you return you will be introduced to your son as their new housemaid Miss Joan Lownes!"

Joan wanted to scream at his Mistress and keeper but knew that would bring repercussions for his son if he did, instead he decided that he would have to find a way to escape with his son even though they were going to eradicate any family resemblance.
 

*          *          *
 
By the time Trudy had arrived at the station to meet Edward, her husband Joan was on the operating table undergoing the first step of his transformation.
 
*          *          *
 
Edward Wilson did not like going home, for his father was always on his case and considering his grades had gone down he was dreading the obvious backlash his father was bound to give. Even his mother would be annoyed for she was like his father, always going on about his grades. Eddie, as his friends called him, tucked his ponytail up under his baseball cap, for he knew that his parents would object to him having long hair, but he figured on cutting it as soon as he had the opportunity to.

As the train pulled into the station he grabbed a hold of his bag and dejectedly left the train. He had already assumed that his parents were annoyed at his grades, for the college always sent duplicate reports to them and considering they had not written to him, he could only assume they were waiting until he came home to vent their anger.

Miserably he made his way along the platform gritting his teeth with anxiety he hung his head as he reached the ticket inspector. Handing in his ticket he heard the familiar voice of his mother, however as he looked up he could not see her. Then she called his name again, once again all he could see was people flitting about and some mini-skirted blonde waving profusely in his direction. Yet as he approached the stiletto heeled blonde woman, he suddenly realised she was coming towards with him with outstretched arms and two very prominent globes of flesh bouncing with every stride. Then to his horror he recognised the woman as she called out his name.

"Mom?" was all he could say as his five foot six frame became immersed in a volume of kisses and hugs.

"Edward it’s so good to have you home-- I’ve got so much to tell you!" Trudy planted another array of kisses on her son’s cheeks.

Edward was totally embarrassed from anyone else’s point of view it did not look like a mother welcoming her son, but a hooker welcoming her lover.

"Err Mom wha--?"

"Come on let’s get going I’ll explain everything on the way home."
 

*          *          *
 
Edward could not help looking at his mum, for the last time he saw her she was, well in his eyes, just a mum, who was always dressed so conservatively and excessively content. But here she was dressed like prostitute with a cleavage on display for everyone to admire. ‘God where did she get those from’ he thought to himself, from what he remembered she was never that well endowed.

"Well my little cherub, I guess your wondering why I never contacted you about your falling grades?" Trudy asked the question for her son.

Edward just sat gob-smacked as his normally over protective and careful mother, checked the mirror to see if her platinum blonde hair was in place and her very pouty lips were still coloured rouge and then just pulled out in front of oncoming traffic.

"Well it’s like this Edward — Your father left us to have a baby with his secretary Melanie," she began to spin her son the story of his father’s absence.

Edward just sat silently as his mother began to explain her change of appearance in the wake of Jack leaving her. By the time they finally arrived at the house that he had very vague memories of anyway, his mother ushered him inside.

"Edward I’m afraid you’ll have to grow to like your bedroom, because I was intending on sleeping in it when your father first announced his infidelity to me."

Edward was a little taken aback when he walked into his bedroom for it was pink and looked as though it was decorated for a girl.

"Oh I like your hair long it makes you look so much older!" she indicated to Edward as she left him to take in all the news she had told him.

Dropping his bag onto the floor he collapsed onto the pink and lace quilt of the bed. What had happened since he had last spoke to his parents? In some way he was beginning to feel guilty for their split. Perhaps if had not been so anti-parent then they would never have gone their separate ways. Yet in truth he knew there was nothing he could do about it so instead of imagining what could have been he turned his attention to his very effeminate surroundings. As he glanced up at the headboard he noticed there were two speakers either end of the headboard.

"Cool!" he thought out loud, as he searched out the tape or CD deck that went with it. However before he had time to look for it his mother appeared at the door.

"Edward darling I’d like to introduce you to Grace and her gorgeous hubby!" Trudy indicated to her son to ready himself.

Edward huffed as he dragged himself off the bed and followed behind his mother’s, what to him was extremely and highly embarrassing, rounded wiggling arse downstairs. He vaguely remembered her mentioning some Grace person who had helped her through his father’s illicit affair and guessed that the sooner he got the meeting with her out the way the sooner he could start to plan his own way out of the house.

Although he felt sorry for his mother he had no intention of staying with her, especially when she now resembled something out of a porno magazine. In fact he knew he could tap into some of that money his dad had left her, after all paying to get a body like she now had must have cost somewhere in the region of fifty grand. Further more he could also go and find his father and instead of feeling such a looser, he could actually blame his low grades on him. ‘Yeah I’ll fleece the old man for fifty grand like Mom did!" he decided in his rebellious teenage mind.
 

*          *          *
 
"Hello Edward," Grace welcomed Trudy’s son warmly with an outstretched hand.

"Errr-- Hello," Edward nearly stood speechless before his mother’s neighbour.

"Yeah," was all he could muster as his eyes drifted from her sparkling green eyes and onto her long straight blonde hair. ‘Your beautiful,’ he thought to himself as he shook her hand.

"Ivan is dying to meet you too," Grace smiled at Trudy’s son, follow me. As she did she winked at Trudy.

Trudy smirked as she followed behind her son as he walked transfixed in her mistress’s aurora.

Edward felt his penis hardening as he walked behind Grace, unbeknown that her infectious perfume was also responsible for his infatuation with her.

Grace was wearing a cream coloured trouser suit with a short top half that revealed most of her soft pink chest and with only one button holding the top together Edward knew that if he undid that button her small breasts would be revealed with ease.

Grace knew the effect she was having on Trudy’s son and she knew that her peachy arse divided by the outline of her lacey thong panties would be easily visible through her white trousers.

"Oh I forgot Ivan is with one of his work colleagues and it would be rude of me not to introduce you!" Grace explained as she led the eighteen-year-old boy into the drawing room.
 

*          *          *
 
The only thing on Edward’s mind was Grace and when she introduced Ivan to him, the look of absolute jealousy on his mother’s face was totally amiss to him. Then when Grace knew she had the poor unsuspecting boy where she wanted him, she offered him a drink. A cocktail of drugs that would leave his mind totally susceptible to Ivan’s work colleagues every word.

Grace smiled profusely as she noted Trudy’s son’s obvious excitement for her, as she handed him the cocktail. Grace even thought about keeping the lad to herself, but she knew that her taste in men was more in the build of Ivan. Yet from the wide-eyed look that Ivan gave Edward, she knew that her husband would be very relieved that his next assignment would be more to his liking. However the look on Trudy’s face told her that it was time that she started enjoy other men too. So as Edward’s hard on subsided and he slipped into a trance before Ivan and the waiting skills of the Dr Von Getz, Grace took Trudy away to inform her of her new role within Cresswell’s.
 

*          *          *
 
The doctor waited until Grace returned for although it was him that reshaped the recipient’s psyche Lady Melissa’s chosen few were imbued with the overall control of the subject.

In fact Cresswell Industries was now growing at such an extent that certain pharmaceutical companies were now investing heavily into its laboratories so now Melissa’s carefully chosen scientists were always able to use cutting edge technologies in their experiments.

And considering that a lot of their inventions needed to be tested creating the ideal surroundings that Grace was in control of, meant that no outside interference would pervade.
 

*          *          *
 
Grace sat down next to Edward and took hold of his hand. The doctor had already extracted his past sexual experiences, which consisted of several heavy petting sessions with different girls, but ended in interruptions from fellow roommates disturbing the natural flow of his sexual conquests.

"Edward I understand you are a virgin?" Grace enquired, despite knowing the answer she had to exude some authority over her new subject.

"Yes Miss Grace," Edward replied.

"From now on until I tell you otherwise you will always speak of me as your Mistress and keeper and answer me by calling me Madame-- Is that clear wench!"

"Yes Madame," Edward returned.

"Good. Now then Edward, when I am finished with you tonight, you will go home and fall to sleep. Then tomorrow morning you will wake remembering nothing of our meeting tonight, however the surroundings you now find yourself in will help to establish your new ambitions, although your inner voice tells you different, that voice is of no consequent to you anymore. Remember the guilty feelings you used to have when you masturbated yourself, well that voice is now the voice that drives you, except you will find that this voice is a very feminine voice. You will over the next few weeks come to realise that acting, dressing and becoming a girl is the only thing that will satisfy your sexual needs," Grace led the poor boy’s mind into a world of confusion that was inevitably going to turn him into a girl.
 
 
Chapter Eight - Voices

Edward’s dreams were somewhat wild that night, for all he dreamt about was silk, satin and lace, but the most unusual thing about the dreams were that he always ended the dreams being caught dressed in the material.

As he woke the pink of the room illuminated his once small and very insecure feminine inner voice. Normally he would wake with a hard on and play with it, but today it disgusted him and any thought of touching it evaporated from his mind.

Moving over to the en-suite bathroom he looked at his dishevelled image in the mirror, how could anyone enjoy looking so scruffy? He had not washed his hair in a week and his attempt at growing side burns and a goat-beard were pitiful, so without haste he decided it was time to smarten up. Shampoo and conditioner hit his scalp together for the first time in probably three months and as he blow-dried his hair he used the brush over and over again until his shoulder length hair was shiny and full of vitality.

"Good morning sweetheart," Trudy breathed lovingly from the doorway.

"Good morning mother," Edward returned with a big smile that turned to disdain.

"What’s up sweetheart?"

"I don’t know how to get rid of this ugly facial hair," he huffed throwing his brush onto the dresser.

"Come with me I’ll show you how to rid yourself of it," she answered.

Edward followed his mother into her bedroom, but as he walked behind her, his thoughts were far from disgust as they were yesterday, for all he could see was the silk robe flapping around his mother’s fluffy six-inch stiletto ankles. Once again his heart sank as his feminine voice set in. ‘Why can’t I wear something like that?’ his inner voice nagged him.

Yesterday he wanted to get as far away from his mother as quick as possible because he felt ashamed of the way she looked. Yet today he was studying her every move and taking in her every gesture.

Trudy then got some wax and applied it to her son’s soft facial hair.

"You know you are very lucky that your facial hair has not got thicker, because that would be very painful," she smiled as she attached the paper to the wax and held it in place.

With several grimaced expressions of agony later, Edward’s face was a little sore, but for the first time in a year it was clear of any ugly facial hair.
 

*          *          *
 
Trudy stood back and held her son’s soft hair, she had been given orders by Grace to make sure her son was ready for a shopping trip with Ivan. Yet despite being envious of her son, Grace had told her that she would be too busy entertaining other men to concern herself about Ivan’s ensuing relationship with him. In fact from now on everything she did with her son would be centred on making him as femininely comfortable as possible.

Edward sat down for his breakfast, which consisted of a glass of vitamins and a small bowl of cereal. Trudy’s pouted lips brought forward a smile as she watched her son take the hormonal balanced drink that would set his body on the path to womanhood. However the smile was not one of happiness for her son’s future, but for the shock on her husband’s face when he sees that his son had changed into a girl.
 

*          *          *
 
When the door rang Edward was amazed to find Ivan there.

"Good morning Edward," Ivan smiled down at the young man.

Edward looked confused as his neighbour loomed over him at the door.

"Your mother has asked me to take you shopping for clothes," Ivan continued.

"Oh I see?" Edward replied very confused.

Just then Trudy appeared. Her silk robe was deliberately left open to reveal her curvaceous body clad in a black push up satin bra and matching thong panties.

Unknown to Edward seeing his mother so scantily clad in front of Ivan was the key to his response to Ivan’s suggestion.

"Err mother-- Ivan wants to take me out shopping!" he suddenly burst out. "Is it alright?"

Trudy wanted to say no, for her own conditioned desires were still triggered on always being ready for sex with any man she encountered and considering Ivan was the man who taught her everything she needed to know about pleasing a man, she still considered herself Ivan's property.
 

*          *          *
 
Edward did not know why he agreed to go shopping with his mother’s neighbour’s husband, but his dominant voice was already telling him that this man was truly handsome and how lucky he was to be out on a date with him.

Edward’s clothes stretched to a couple of t-shirts and four pairs of jeans with a matching denim jacket that he did not like wearing. Yet as Ivan parked the car and took him into the mall, his once scruffy outlook on clothes abandoned him. He wanted to look at the clothes and wanted to buy them, but as he argued with his inner voices, Ivan was leading him to a woman’s dress shop.

Instantly a saleswoman was on top of them.

"Hello Ivan I have not seen you in ages," the saleswoman smiled widely.

Edward wanted to feel embarrassed but his attention was focused on the clothes the sales assistant was wearing. The sales assistant was about thirty years of age and wore her brunette hair pinned up. Her black pleated skirt was knee length and her tanned stockings ran down to a pair of black court shoes that strapped her ankles to a two inch heel, while her white blouse was light enough to reveal her laced white bra.

Ivan whispered something to the woman which made her smile even more and as she asked them to follow her, Edward watched her closely as she turned around and walked in front of them. Suddenly Edward found his cock was hardening as he noticed her thin single low backed bra through her blouse, but his hard on was not because he fancied the woman, it was because he wanted to feel those same clothes on his body.

"Would Sir like to take a look at these trousers?" the assistant enquired as she held up a white pair of jeans.

"But aren’t they girls jeans?" he questioned.

"There unisex Edward," Ivan answered.

"Well I’ll try them on," he replied rather subdued.

The next thing Edward knew he was in the changing rooms trying on not only the jeans, but also several tops picked out by the assistant and Ivan. He also had to endure an embarrassing episode in trying on some rather unmanly looking sandals that resembled a pair of ladies open toed sandals.

By three o’clock Ivan returned Edward home. Once again his mother was dressed provocatively in a short black dress that clung to every curve in her almost impeccable body. However any shame Edward once felt had somehow turned to envy.

Ivan had already taken the bags of clothes up to his room when Trudy gave Edward his tea time vitamin supplement and orders to change out of his scruffy clothes so she could get rid of them, while he put on the clothes Ivan had kindly bought him.

Trudy watched her son remove his old boyish clothes and begin his search of the bags for something he thought would not look too feminine. Pulling out a white pair of jeans he began to put them on.

"Excuse me young man, but have you not forgotten something?" Trudy stopped her son.

"What?" he replied.

"You can’t wear those pants they’re black and they will show through the material," she indicated to her son.

"But I did not?" he returned totally bemused.

"Look in the draw over there, I knew you would be needing them sooner or later!" Trudy sat on the bed crossing her lovely legs deliberately, as she knew the sound of her silk stockings would play on her son’s feminine needs.

Edward tried desperately to ignore the sound of his mother’s silk stockings brushing against themselves, so he began to open the draw.

The part of Edward that was still Edward screamed with horror as he came across a draw full of neatly folded panties. Yet the part of him that wanted to become a girl was winning the fight. Nervously he felt the soft silkiness of the fabric and took a white pair of silk panties from the draw, when his mother indicated to him that he should wear the cotton ones with his new jeans, as they tend to make a girl’s crotch sweat more.

"But mother I am a boy?" he answered confused.

"Of course you are Edward, but we will have to find you a more pretty name soon," Trudy smiled at her son as she watched him take hold of the white cotton panties that were edged with an elasticised frill. "And before you do get dressed I’d suggest you have a bath and get rid of all that unsightly hair under your arms and on the rest of your body!"

The next thing Edward knew his mother was running him a bath pouring loads of perfumed ingredients into it. Then she handed him a tub of cream.

"Put this on all over your body," she handed him the tub as she began to place his silky hair into a shower cap. "If you get rid of those hairs around your private parts, you won’t sweat so much in your jeans either!"

Half an hour later and with the help of his mother, who seemed to take no interest in his need to hide his genitals, Edward was covered from neck to foot in the cream and then slowly he submerged himself into the very sweet smelling perfumed bath.

When his mother returned with a pink bathrobe she ordered him out of the bath. The shock of his hairless body caused the part of him that still clung to his masculinity to grimace and deep in his mind he wanted to scream at his mother for making him look and smell so feminine. However, the stronger voice loved the feel of his hairless body and was already looking forward to feeling the cool cotton panties sliding up his legs and securing his bald genitals tightly.

Trudy spent the next hour pampering her son and every time he tried to object to what she wanted of him, she always seemed to make it appear that he would not look like a girl. However when Edward stood in front of the mirror a small thrill ran through his body. His mother had tied his hair into a pony tail just as he had worn it yesterday, but it was higher and tied by a pink frilly hair-band.

His white T-shirt was very low cut and formed a v-shape across his very flat chest. This in turn was tucked into a pair of light pink jeans that was held onto his waist by a two inch white leather belt with gold studs surrounding it. While on his feet he wore the shoes that he already knew were women’s shoes. In fact if it was not for the sake of his pleading with his mother not to, his face would have been wearing makeup to finish his girlie look completely.

Edward wanted to hate the way he now looked, but his voice was telling him he looked absolutely great, although he was absent of breasts, he did look like a young girl.
 

*          *          *
 
At first Edward thought that his mother’s pampering was over the top considering it was just them sitting down for dinner. Yet he realised that it would not be just him and his mother eating alone, for instead of going into the dinning room Trudy took him outside and walked him through the garden gate that led to their neighbour’s home.

Entering Grace’s home he could have died of embarrassment as his mother proudly introduced him to Grace and Ivan as her pretty daughter.

All during the meal Edward felt uncomfortable, here he was dressed like a young teenage girl and his mother treating him as one too. To make things worse Ivan was continually glancing at him and smiling. What was happening to him, more so what had happened to his family? He could not believe that in only two days he had managed to loose his ability to determine his own fate, after all it was him who decided to flunk some of his grades. Yet as he considered that decision his strong female voice seemed to accept the fact that what was happening to him was what he wanted most.

So deliberately getting low grades was the only way to draw attention to his almost uncontrollable desire to be dressed the way he now was.

Although he felt hungry he accepted the small salad Ivan offered him and when they had all finished eating, Grace asked Edward to join her in the study. Upon agreeing to go with Ivan’s beautiful wife, he could not help noticing his mother’s eyes widening at the thought of being left alone with Ivan.
 

*          *          *
 
Grace led the feminised boy into her study and offered him a seat. Once again her perfume seemed to grab him in a way he could not describe, for as he watched her manoeuvre around her desk he could not help looking at her rounded bottom as it swayed in her black tight trousers.

"Edward I must admit I am a bit jealous of you," Grace began. "Ivan seems to have taken a liking to you."

Edward felt his cheeks redden, for he was lost for words.

"But it’s not surprising-- After all you are a pretty little thing aren’t you?" Grace remarked, knowing that she had triggered a subliminal message in the boy’s mind.

"Oh yes Mistress I want to become as pretty as you!" Edward suddenly found himself reply.

"Well when you go home you run up to bed and get some beauty sleep and I’ll see to it that tomorrow Ivan takes you shopping again, so you can get even more things to make you prettier," Grace paused with a smile. "You would love that wouldn’t you?"

"Yes Mistress I would really love that!" he replied.

"Good now run along home and get some sleep young lady."

Edward got up off his chair and began to make his way out of his Mistress’s study when she stopped him in his tracks.

"Oh yes Edward I nearly forgot-- When you wake tomorrow morning you will never be able to look at yourself as a boy ever again, do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," he nodded.

"And why is that?" she prompted.

"Because I am what I always wanted to be - a young lady," Edward found the words escape from his lips.

"And one last thing Edward-- Despite the fact that on the outside you feel and act like a girl your male inner voice will always try to make you see reason in what is happening to you. But as you remember me telling you the first time we had a chat like this your male voice has become the voice you never listen to!"
 

*          *          *
 
Grace watched the young shemale to be walk out of her study. Tomorrow Edward would exceed in his desires to be a young woman and then he too will join his mother, who was also beginning a new chapter in her life as an escort for Lady Melissa’s very high class Escort Agency.
 
*          *          *
 
As daylight filtered through the curtains Edward’s male voice was trying to assert some authority over his situation. But as blood ran into his penis and it began to rise his male voice lost concentration and desperately wanted to help his hard on along.

"What am I doing!" he spoke aloud, as his feminine voice took full control. "Only disgusting boys do that!"

Instantly Edward ran a shower and began to gel his body with hair remover to make sure his soft skin definitely had no signs of what was now to him ugly boy hair. Then as if in retribution to his subdued male voice he made sure the gel was well and firmly applied to his genitalia including his back passage.

Towelling himself off he suddenly felt a weird sensation every time he brushed his nipples, for they tingled with excitement.

Ignoring the strange feeling he went about drying his hair and brushing it until shone. Then opening the draw containing his new underwear he pulled out a pair of white silk embroidered panties.

Instantly his female persona kicked in, after all he was a girl and girl’s wore things like this and as much as his silly male voice was there to tell him differently he would do his best to make sure he annoyed that voice at every possible situation.

By ten o’clock Edward was ready for the arrival of Ivan and as the doorbell rang, he rushed with anticipation to answer it. But as he approached the door his mother was already there to answer it. Although Edward never realised it his mother’s usual response of trying to look sexy for Ivan had gone, for when Trudy saw Ivan she smiled and then called out. "Edward your admirer is here!"

Edward blushed as his mother’s words rang around him, Ivan was at the door and he was here to take him out yet again. ‘What the fuck are you doing Eddie he’s a bloke. You’re a bloke get yourself together!’ his male voice tried to bring forth some realism to his situation.

Yet as his mother’s words rang in his thoughts, Edward felt his nipples harden in a way they had never done before.

Ivan smiled at the sheboy as he stood in the hallway, he looked just as he did last night, sweet and ready for picking. Though as much as his penis began to rise in his pants, he knew that this flower was far from blooming, because for now all he was allowed to do was make him feel as feminine as possible.

"Your carriage awaits my dear!" he smiled at the waif like sheboy.

Edward did not know how to react to the feeling his body now felt and for the first time ever he knew how a girl felt when her nipples for no unknown reason became hard and visible through their clothes. Two days ago he would have enjoyed looking at such a spectacle, but now he felt embarrassed.

"My dear you’ll have to learn that wearing such thin clothing leaves a girl's charms open to misinterpretation," Trudy shook her blonde head with disgust. "Ivan I’m sorry about my daughter’s lack of clothing sense!"

"That’s all right Mrs Wilson, I’ll make sure she’s got more appropriate clothing to hide such little in-discrepancies," Ivan smiled wide folding his arms across his black T-shirted chest.