For Friends and Family. Andy is looking for a new challenge, his current girlfriends sister has suffered a nervous break down, Andy is very similar in both size and looks, agrees to be changed into a Nichola look alike. This is a dream for Andy who has a secret desire to live and work as a woman.

As we left the room I whispered to him, “I feel just like a princess” then explaining further “it’s the first time I have ever worn a dress this long in public. So you mister are going to have to make sure I don’t fall flat on my arse!”
“Nichola” he gasped in mock horror, “That’s not very lady like!” I smiled sweetly at him and whispered, “Wait until later on.

Walking in a long dress is not easy especially with a flowing skirt everything conspires to trip you up but! So I had to master the art slowly.
In the foyer we met Amy and her escort Pete the analysis like Brett he was only invited to this affair because he was escorting us girls. There were a lot of people from the organisation but selected guests only as it was mainly managers and above.
I felt really privileged to be the reason this was planned to show the rest of the organisation the Western Europe R & D manager! (Little old me! However thrilled I felt in my heart of hearts I wished the real Nichola could see how much she was regarded - I only hoped I could live up to her high standards).

The evening was wonderful, Charles Winton (the head of corporate R&D) introduced me to the assembled masses it was so embarrassing as this was done from a raised stage! I was supposed to make a speech (which he hadn’t forewarned me about) but I managed to pull it off and even received some applause.
When I descended from the stage Barbara scolded her husband for not warning me but all he said was, “I knew Nichola could rise to the occasion, and darling did she ever!” Barbara said to me, “You certainly spoke eloquently Charles thinks very highly of you.”
As the night progressed Brett and I mingled with and met the movers and shakers of the company. I danced with many of them, and managed to stay upright in spite of my dresses best efforts to trip me up.

There was one unsavoury incident that happened shortly after midnight when Brett and I were chatting to two other couples. One couple was Anne and Lew Anne was HR vice president. The other couple Steve and Steph (yes I know), Steve the husband was the senior scientist in charge of product testing!

A hand roughly grabbed my shoulder and a drunken voice slurred, “Weeeeell it looks like the faggot has managed to get a bitch!”
Now don’t ask me why I reacted like I did (apart from being called a bitch)!
I swung around and slapped the oaf hard across the face putting everything into the slap.
Then in a cut glass English accent (and where that came from I had no idea) I said, “Keep your filthy hands off me you animal. I am really surprised that a company like ours employs a beast like you!”
I said this in a very loud indignant voice the sound of the slap must have been audible as all talking around me has ceased everyone heard my rebuke and of course was watching intently.
The guy in question was a tall well built (running to flab) blond guy with a greasy complexion red face and sweating like a pig.
He balled his fists and I just stood there eye balling him again in the cut glass accent I told him; “Go ahead and hit me hitting a woman is about your level. However if you don’t have the guts to hit me or the courtesy to apologise I suggest you go home”
I stood there staring at him not flinching him until he broke the gaze turned and shambled off.

I think I started breathing then and trembling! I turned to Steve and joked, “Can’t you invent something that will turn that pig into a human being?”
Amy came over and hugged me saying, “You OK Nicky?’ I smiled weakly and answered, “Yes, I think so but who the hell was that oaf?”
Brett answered that, “He’s in my side of the organisation and has always been on my case a bit of a red neck. I’m really sorry you had go through that”.
He stroked my cheek and looked really worried.
I took his hand and kissed it gently saying, “Don’t be worried he’s lucky I was wearing this damn dress or he’s have got a kick in what balls he possessed!”
“You go girl” a voice I recognised as Barbara said she put her arm around me in a motherly way and whispered, “Now are you really ok? Or would you like to go to the powder room?”
She could feel me trembling and guided me off to the powder room as I couldn’t speak Amy and Anne followed.

I was trembling badly, the shock was setting in, and these damn female hormones have me reacting just like the woman I am supposed to be.
The others clucked around me in the powder room and soon I was something like normal then Barbara asked, “Where did you get that accent from – you sounded just like your queen”.
I burst out laughing and answered, “I simply don’t know I guess I just reacted” but the tension was broken so after touching our make-up we went and re-joined the party.

A little later while Brett and myself were resting after a long dance Anne came up to me and told me that the oaf that accosted me would be interviewed on Monday, charged with sexual harassment and would probably be dismissed.
I thought it was what he deserved and said so but asking Anne to take his work performance into account and if he is good at his job then offer him counselling rather than sack him.
She just looked at me steadily and answered; “Well if you are sure” I assured her I was and added with a grin, “But make him sweat a while OK”

The party broke up about three and Brett and myself went upstairs Amy and Fiona had disappeared long ago. Before we departed I bid a fond farewell to Charles and Barbara promising that I would visit them when I came over for the New Year.
As we rode the elevator up to our room Brett asked, “Would you really have kicked him in the balls?” I looked at him grimly and answered, “Yep I don’t take crap like that off any man” – then smiled and told him, “And don’t you forget it!”
“No worries about that” he said grinning, “But really I should have sorted him out, not you!”
“Look” I snapped at him, “It was me he touched me he insulted! And before you start any of the macho crap with me remember who I really am! He was lucky I slapped him and not laid him out!”
He held out is arms in a pacifying gesture, “Ok, ok, sorry but you know” “Know what” I again snapped he looked shocked and answered, “Well it’s just that you ooze femininity I honestly look on you as a very special lady who I love and want to protect – if you see what I mean” he finished lamely.

I realised that I had been hard on him. Feeling ashamed I quietly asked him, “Hold me, please just hold me”.
He had just got his arm around me when we arrived at our floor; we walked to the room as a single entity with me, snuggled up to the man I loved.

We entered our room and I totally surrendered myself to him loving it when he unzipped my dress and it fell to the floor in a silky pile of satin and organza.
I practically tore his suit off him to fondle him, kiss him, possess him, we fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs.
While I was kissing, sucking, nibbling at his gorgeous body he was stripping off my panties and bra kissing my wonderfully soft and yielding flesh.
As he suckled on me his hands reached between my legs and cupped my ‘vagina’ probing, teasing arousing me to a frenzy of passion, I wanted him and needed him, breathless I begged him to take me, I needed him to master me, needed to be subservient to my man.
His erection was hot in my hands, heat literally radiated off his purple head, I could feel pre-cum and knew he wouldn’t be long before he ejaculated, but I wanted to feel him inside me.
Sliding between my open thighs I reached between our bodies and guided him into the warm haven of my ‘vagina’ my back arched in ecstasy as I could feel everything he did even though he wasn’t inside my rose bud with the hypnotic suggestion I felt and reacted like a woman moaning in passion eyes half closed in satisfaction.
He started thrusting into me god the feeling was wonderful. I ran my fingers through his short hair whispering endearment to him nibbling and kissing him.
Soon he had aroused me to my orgasm I felt my boy clittie twitch and shuddered as I came the feeling was beyond belief.
I knew that another orgasm would not be far behind and sure enough my back arched and I screamed in passion as he expertly rode me to fever pitch.
Then his thrusting became urgent and I sensed that he was close to his climax I really tried to orgasm at the same time as my lover but as usual I failed, climaxing just after he had started spurting his seed into me.

I loved it when he collapsed on top of me the feeling of utter helplessness as I lay pinned to the bed the weight of my future husband on to of me – yes I had decided we would marry but he didn’t know this yet!
We made love many more times that night my rose bud was now loving Brett’s gentle ministrations. I must admit I really loved being penetrated in both places! But my rose bud was more personal, more loving and more fulfilling I wondered what it would be like with my own vagina.

After going to the bathroom I slipped on a silk nightdress and slipped into bed, snuggling up to Brett I whispered, “I love you, so very much” he kissed the top of my head and whispered back, “And I love you you sexy thing. I was proud of you the way you faced down that idiot earlier even though it should have been me”.

I turned and faced him kissing his darling nose and said; “Look darling if you had faced up to him it would have ended in a brawl and both of your careers would have been shot and you would have spoilt a wonderful night.”
“Well I suppose so” he conceded and he was about to continue when I butted in and said quietly, “There’s no suppose about it look I’ll do a deal with you if you want to protect me I’ll defer to you unless it affects your career – or mine!” I added as an after thought.
He looked at me thoughtfully and kissed me gently saying, “Deal oh wise woman”.
As I snuggled up to him I murmured, “And don’t forget it.” Then I fell asleep blissfully happy in the arms of the man I loved.

That night I had a strange dream about getting married to Brett in a wonderful white wedding dress all my new family were there with my surrogate dad giving me away! Then everything changed and I was looking into a grave my wedding dress turned to tatters and blackened I awoke with a start my heart pounding.

Brett was blissfully asleep and dawn looked to be just breaking I muttered to myself, “Silly cow it was a stupid dream” then fell back to sleep.
This time I slept soundly and woke feeling someone sucking and teasing my nipples, which resulted in another, bout of passionate lovemaking – I just couldn’t get enough of him!

Afterwards we lay in each others arms talking about life in general (not romantic but.........) When I told him about my belief in fate and everything what happens in life is preordained he said, that’s what a lot of pagan religions believe, “I’m not a pagan” I protested!
He smiled at me and said, “I didn’t say that, let me tell you something” “Go on then” I prompted, “Well” he continued, “In college I read about Norse mythology they had a similar belief only they called them the Norn’s who were spinners of the threads of life.
They spin the threads of everyone’s life! There are three of them and they live under the tree of life (I think he added) called Yggdrasil. Sometimes they spin happy things other times sad things I can’t remember it all”

I lay there a while and thought about what he had just said and finally answered, “I like that way of looking at things the strands of life being spun – yes I really like that concept”
As we kissed I thought we had better get up and ready so we could pack ready for our flight home especially as Amy and I had bought Christmas presents for everyone. And a load of clothes for Sophie - older girls clothes to try and move her on it may work in one way I really hoped so but in another way...........
We went and got showered – together of course and this lead to me with my long smooth legs wrapped around him while he steered me to the heights of pleasure.

I dressed in tight jeans and silk blouse I phoned Amy room and she had also just got up and had not spent the night alone. I told her I was starting to pack and anything she wanted in the spare suit case bring them round (going to New York one suit case only contained our evening dresses and cocktail dresses which we didn’t want creasing, but now we were going home what the hell we needed space and there are plenty dry cleaners in London!)
Brett left to pack then he was going to say goodbye to his folks we arranged to meet at the airport at five that afternoon ready for our flight later.
As Brett would be in London for Thanks Giving I phoned Barbara to ask her for recipes for a Thanks Giving meal I could prepare for him next Thursday (Thanks Giving) she laughed knowingly and promised to email me some.

Amy arrived with an armful of clothes to pack eventually we managed to get everything in. Then Fiona arrived with some stuff she couldn’t get into her case, so we spent another hour cramming our cases.
Finally we were packed between the three of us four incredibly heavy cases also three cabin bags with essentials in (spare panties, make up, jewellery and the like) of course there was our hand bags which were also quite large. We managed to get them into the limo well Mike the driver did the work he just shook his head as he loaded up.
At the airport Mike piled everything onto a couple if trolleys and insisted on wheeling them to check in the three of us put $100 each in an envelope and gave it to him with our love and kisses (the kisses Literally) and thanked him for looking after us.
We checked in and went to the Virgin Clubhouse, seated with a coffee and sandwiches we discussed the week Brett joined us and soon we boarded the flight.
As we sat down he handed me a small book saying, “I thought you might like to read this”. I looked and it was a well-worn book on Norse Mythology how sweet and thoughtful.

We boarded the plane and settled down for the trip back to London, I was sat next to Brett, it felt so right I settled down and opened the book he had given me
And started to read.
The Myths about the Norns was fascinating, and really embodied the way I saw life.
(Without boring you too much - and you can miss this bit out.
But to précis the myth the 3 Norns live by the well of Urd (well of life?) under Yggdrasil that is the Ash tree at the centre of the universe.
The three Norns have names that correspond to: ‘what has been; what will be; and what may be.
They write the fate of everyone either in runes on the root of Yggdrasil or by weaving the thread of life! However what they write is not set in stone the belief is that destiny can be changed by one’s self or by external influences – it’s a really fascinating concept and one that fitted my view on life)
Eventually I drifted off to sleep and slept for the rest of the flight we landed in London at four in the morning. All of us headed our separate ways for Amy and myself that was, most certainly to bed to recover from a very hectic week!

I awoke mid afternoon and made some tea, woke Amy and we unpacked, hanging up our creased posh frocks and sorting the washing out.
I was starting work in the morning there was a month before Christmas so I had to meet my new department I checked my emails and received the recipes from Barbara. They were reasonably simple and I knew I could get all I needed I worked on for a couple of hours while the washing machine was churning away (the exciting life of a career girl!) I looked through my wardrobe deciding what to wear finally I decided on a beige dress and matching jacket this was a business like combination but it did show me to the best advantage.
Amy went to bed about nine and I followed shortly after as I brushed my hair I reflected on the last week. Of Brett laying him self open to me and me doing the same to him. About being in love and loving it! Finally I slipped into a satin nightdress to bed and sleep.

No weird dreams last night I woke up at six refreshed keen and ready for work with slight trepidation as to whether I could live up to the real Nichola’s high work standard and ethic.
After showering and dressing Amy and I had breakfast together talked about the last week. She could see I was sad that Brett would be in Italy next year but as I said to Amy; “At least I’ll see him for a long weekend once a month.”
She looked at me and asked, “Is that all love where’s he staying when he’s here?” “Never really thought about it,” I answered, “A hotel I suppose one that’s close to here”.
I told her about the Thanks Giving meal I was going to do this coming Thursday “Oh goody, real food I’ll look forward to that! What about Mum and Dad coming – that is if you can cater for that amount?”
I thought for a second and eagerly agreed saying, “Can you phone them sis while I arrange everything else”.
We agreed on this then left to get the tube to work the closer I got to the office the butterfly’s turned into vultures NOW I was nervous.

I arrived at the office and went up to my floor. I arrived the same time as Grenville who I had only seen briefly since our clash of personalities. Although I knew from Nichola’s emails and diaries that he was excellent at his job I still thought of him as a sleaze ball.
We went around the office checking everything was as I wanted it was perfect. The soothing pastel shades made for a pleasant working environment slowly my new department filtered in and by nine everyone was there.
I gathered them all together and made an off the cuff welcoming speech telling then the usual things to make them feel at ease.
I introduced Grenville to them and explained his role bulling him up to soothe his male ego then told them that I would be talking to each of them in turn to get to know them better and explain their part in the department.

Before Nichola’s breakdown she had selected her department (apart from Grenville) and the male/female ratio was 45/55 which was to my new female mind good.
The pairings were mainly one male and one female - which made for a well balanced mini team. (Nichola was or had been some organiser)
The day flew by what with filling Grenville in on the global strategy and our part in delivering it setting up accounts and talking over the video link to the different country heads.

I spoke to Brett briefly and arranged to meet him after work inviting him to the Thanks-giving meal I also invited Fiona so there would be a few of us.
I also phoned a specialist grocer to arrange for a delivery of supplies one change from what I thought of as a ‘traditional’ thanks giving meat was the bird.
Barbara had specified a capon rather than a turkey so that’s what I ordered a lot of the things I could prepare beforehand but the bird had to be done on the day so I had to get to grips with the ovens automatic switch on instructions.

Amy phoned to tell me Mum and Dad would be there on Thursday and were really keen to meet their ‘daughters’ boyfriend I told her I would be home by eight and that there was a delivery coming my dear sister grumbled a little bit but confirmed she would be home.

The days passed as I easily slipped into my life as a working girl. I got things ready for Thursday mastered the oven controls to start the ovens when I wanted them on and prepared for the big night when Brett meets my surrogate mum and dad I really hoped they would like him however I was as nervous as a kitten.

Thursday came and everything was either ready to cook, prepared and ready or in the oven to cook we were sitting down to eat at eight. My menu (or rather Barbara my bosses wife’s menu) was:-

Oyster Stew
Kenyon Jonny Cakes

Roast Apple Capon with Apple Brandy Gravy
Served with

Cranberry pear wild rice stuffing
Bread Sauce
Whipped root vegetables
Creamed Potatoes
Sautee Brussel Sprouts

Winter Squash and Sage Dinner Rolls

Apple and Cheddar Crumble Pie
Maple Indian Pudding

All washed down with Black Island Frog - this is a delicious alcoholic coffee/ice cream drink – or to my mind a grown up milk shake.

The night went spectacularly Mum and Dad adored Brett and invited him to come to Oxford with Amy and Myself.
Fiona was sparkling company and all in all I was well satisfied! My only mistake was with the Black Island Frog the recipe called for ½ a bottle of Vodka, I slipped up and put a full bottle in!
We broke up about midnight as we all had work tomorrow mum and dad stayed with us while Brett and Fiona shared a taxi home.

It was nice to catch up with my surrogate parents Sophie (Nichola) was doing fine far more settled since coming home. The full time companion was a blessing she was a trained mental health nurse in her mid forties and very caring and efficient. Sophie adored her we found out that Sophie now had a computer to play games on and face-book with other girls also she wanted to learn to play the piano and clarinet. Mum and dad were going to buy her a piano for Christmas Amy and I foolishly said we would buy her a clarinet (I say foolishly because we didn’t know the cost of one)
Mum asked me a few searching questions about Brett and our relationship I was quite honest with them, and they seemed happy for me not repelled and commented, “Could we have a wedding soon” which made me feel uncomfortable for some reason.

Friday was a normal work day I arranged to meet Amy at the station with Brett to show him my home. The weekend was great, Sophie was so excited to see us and was a little wary of my lover but he was great and soon they were chatting away like old friends.
I noticed that some of the questions Sophie asked were ‘grown up’ for someone with an age regression I took Brett out with Amy and Guy on Saturday night and had a great night.
I took them to the pub I went to with Mel and met up with her and all her mates again going back to her place to party.
Rough day Sunday!!!! This seems to be the case when I meet Mel so we went on a nice and steady bracing country walk with Sophie.
She was forever curious, I was beginning to wonder if this age regression was wearing off I was a bit sad because I enjoyed - no loved my new life.

Back to work and life passed very quickly I made arrangements to visit each of the different country offices in the New Year to introduce myself in person and to meet the different people.

Remember the Clarinet? Well a good second hand ‘A’ clarinet (whatever that is) cost from £700 to £2300! To say we both got a shock is putting it mildly, needless to say we went for the cheapest - a Boosey and Hawkes 1010.
Soon it was Christmas the four weeks had flown by I was so busy that I never noticed.
I went with Brett to the airport to see him off for Christmas, promising I would see him for the New Year making sure he had my flight times no business class this time normal seats when I was paying for it myself (with a company discount)

Christmas at home was great Sophie loved her presents and was as excited as any 10 year old.
I watched her on her computer when she thought no one was watching and thought that she had lost none of her skills as her fingers flew over the key board!
Soon it was time for me to go up to London to go the New York saying good bye to my parents and sister was hard. Tears were shed but it wasn’t for long however it made me realise how much I had come to love them all and how much my life had changed as far as I was concerned I was Miss Nichola MacKinnon – full stop!

I checked in and boarded the flight soon I would be in Brett’s arms and in his bed.
He was there to meet me at the airport and he drove me straight to his parents to meet his family.
As well as his parents there were Renee and Mark (sister and brother) also Jim and Marie (brother-in –law and sister-in law). I was made to feel really comfortable and soon I was finding all about Brett’s past the embarrassing photo’s came out I felt really at home.
They showed me to my room which was adjacent to Brett’s and I settled in we had supper and talked some more the days passed wonderfully quickly and I found out that Brett had majored in computer forensics which was interesting as this speciality finds computer frauds and misuse as well as other things most people think is hidden in cyber space!

Since reading the book on Norse Mythology Brett (the bastard) had started calling me his Valkyrie which I had to explain to his assembled family.
Before the New Year I went out for a girls day with Brett’s mum, sister and sister-in-law, shopping and pampering.
I felt that I bonded well with them and we had a great day his mum confided in me that she was glad he had found a nice girl as they were concerned about him getting older and still no girlfriend. I must admit I didn’t like deceiving the family.

New Years eve and we went to Time Square to see the New Year in on the stroke of Midnight as the ball dropped I turned to throw my arms around Brett’s neck to find him gone.
I was confused he was there a minute ago then I heard his voice bellowing “WILL YOU MARRY ME?” I looked around then down to find him on his knee holding a ring box.
I clapped my hand over my mouth as my eyes filled with tears “Oh yes” I managed to stammer as the crowds roared the New Year in he slipped the engagement ring onto my finger and managed to stand up I grabbed him and kissed him passionately.
Everyone around us who had heard cheered wildly and congratulated the two of us me? I was in a total daze I was a pseudo-woman engaged to be married!!!!
We enjoyed the rest of the night, soaking up the atmosphere arm in arm finally heading off for home on the way home Brett told me that he had something very important to tell me that simply couldn’t wait, in fact he said he should have told me before he proposed but situation and time hadn’t allowed him to do this as it needed total privacy and the walk home provided this. So as we walked he started speaking.

“Nichola, its important for you to realise that I love you more than life itself” I tried to interrupt but he stopped me, “Please darling let me finish” I nodded wondering what bombshell he was about to drop on me.
He continued; “As you know I am working on the new security identification system - well this is just a cover to hide the real reason.

The company has been loosing millions over the last few years in an organised scam the problem was where and how. The president of the company seconded me to investigate when you heard my speciality I saw the look you gave me and realised that there would be some awkward questions from you.
So I asked for permission to tell you this.” “Wow” I said, “Carry on” I was really intrigued.
He smiled at me continuing, “This security system upgrade is ideal cover as it allows me access into all the companies systems. And allows me to try and narrow down where the money is going”
He stopped there and I asked, “How many people are aware of what you are doing?”
He looked at me and continued, “The president your boss Charles, Terrie and
Anne HR chief and now of course you”
I looked at him seriously and commented, “This is dangerous work you are doing” he nodded and commented, “Very dangerous I would think as the numbers involved are big people would kill to continue skimming money like this!”
I felt really afraid for him but still asked, “And how far have you gone, any suspects?”
“Well” he continued, “I know what country’s are not involved which are New York and London. However the way thing are going Corporate Security are partly involved as are some R&D managers it’s just a matter of finding out who else I have narrowed it down but need more access to their systems.”

I was very alarmed, and worried for his safety. I looked at him and said, “This could make me a widow before I’m married – couldn’t it”
He grinned broadly answering, “Nah I’ll be there to marry you nothing will stop me”.
I looked at him and quietly asked, “Make love to me when we get home – please”
He smiled and nodded and we continued to walk the mile or so home.