Uplifting Fourteen

I signed the forms and kissed Margo before I was taken away for my ‘simple procedure’ as the surgeon put it. Before long I was prepped and on a trolley heading for the theatre. I gave my dick a little pat as I went and whispered, “Thanks pal; we had some fun, didn’t we?”

I can’t say much about the next couple of days as I was in an opioid haze for much of it. On Wednesday I had my bandages changed and Friday I had the catheter out and was allowed to move around. It was a scary time as I came to grips with having real breasts and no visible dick but I got through it with some help from those who loved me.

Saturday I was given my own nightie and robe and was taken, by ambulance, to a private rehabilitation clinic to get back on my feet.

Tatiana and Francine came to see me that afternoon and were over the top with excitement. The bank robbers had pulled guns on the policewoman on Friday afternoon and forced her to take them up to the apartment, expecting to get their reward.

Instead they were arrested by three armed police after a short scuffle.

“You’re going to have to get a new Swedish recliner,” Francine told me,” One got trashed.”

By the end of that second week I was able to move naturally and the bruising was coming out. I had learned that sitting to pee was no longer just an option and when I was visited by my gender specialist and given my booster shots it felt good.

Before Margo and I went home we spent the second weekend in a spa where we were pampered and oiled and we left feeling fantastic. Margo had been staying in the hotel for two weeks so it was with a sense of trepidation that we opened up the door of the apartment.

It was a bit grubby but generally all right and only took the two of us an hour to tidy the lounge/diner and our bedroom, remaking the bed with fresh sheets.

The second bedroom was pretty well as I had left it but the fun room now looked worse for wear. The bed had been cut to find any things hidden in the tubing and the wardrobe, chair and sideboard were in a pile of sawn pieces in the corner.

We knocked on the next door and were greeted by the smiling girls who invited us in to get all the information about the campaign. It had been progressing apace while I had been away and the first phase was nearly done.

They had used three photos from the first shoot and about four from the stately home shoot and the public awareness was going through the roof. Tatiana had been told to keep her head down until we could go out together.

When Francine and Margo checked their diaries and phones they announced that the four of us would be needed at a company party on Wednesday evening and that we were to attend a particular city salon that afternoon for a full session and dressing.

I was a bit tired at all the excitement by now and Margo took me home to rest. Well, I spent some time on the bed but much of it was making Margo groan and gasp in her orgasms.

It was odd not feeling any need for release myself but it did allow me to concentrate on making her happy. I got a good night of sleep in a comfortable bed and woke up Monday morning feeling like a new woman. Well, that’s exactly what I was.

That morning we had a visit from Shelly and her new DCI. They came around to let us know what had happened while we were away.

The two guys who had tried to get their money had been the two whose fingerprints were on the note.

Jones said “It’s a good job you didn’t open the letter, Geri, as it allowed us to get that information under supervision so the lawyers couldn’t say we’d planted the fingerprints."

They now faced jail time for the original crime as well as holding a person against their will, being armed, attacking a police officer and resisting arrest. Faced with the details in the diary their own lawyers had told them to roll over and offer evidence against their accomplices. The others had been rounded up with the police now building the case against them.

It turned out that Justin had been the getaway driver for the money while the gang removed their masks and left the scene by public transport as calm as you like. They hadn’t counted on Justin disappearing with the lot.

Ninety percent of the haul had been found in the safe deposit boxes listed in the diary and the keys had been in the wardrobe. On top of that there were other crimes listed in the diary that Justin had been part of and several cold cases were being cleaned up as well so everyone was happy.

Jones then told us that there were several outstanding rewards involved which would be paid to Keith and he would be contacted later about that. He did ask if we wanted to be acknowledged and I said I didn’t as that would muddy the waters of the advertising campaign.

We all had quiet time until Wednesday morning when our lives went up a notch. The salon visit was full-on and our, now personal, dressers were there with elegant gowns, shoes and underwear.

When we left the salon we were collected by an open carriage and pair and were regally transported to a top-line hotel where we alighted under a barrage of camera flashes and the noise of our fans calling us.

This wasn’t real, was it? Inside we were taken into a large ballroom filled with the rich and famous and spent the next hour being chatted up by millionaires and quietly spoken to by the aides of billionaires.

There was a tinkling of a bell and everyone was asked to go to the dining room. The four of us were escorted by film and pop stars and I could see Tati writing her memoir in her head.

When we were seated the big boss stood up and proposed a toast to the four girls who had made the campaign a hit so far, and especially the raven-haired twins who made it zing.

He then pointed to a large screen and announced that this was the launch of the next phase of the campaign and they showed the commercial we had shot. There was an audible intake of breath when the two Bonds came into view and another when it showed the six of us in our final poses.

Our boss waited for the applause to die down and then said that he had never seen a short commercial encapsulate so much lust, longing and an aura of success and that it was being nominated for an award.

When the subsequent applause died down he proposed another toast to Tatiana and me and we blushed when everyone stood and toasted us. After that it was a bit of an anticlimax and I really didn’t know what I ate but it was delicious.

After the meal there was more mingling and an aide took the four of us to have a chat with the boss, joined by Mario and Alberto. They were effusive in their praise. I could take that any day.

Alberto took Tati and me aside a bit later and told us that we had a guaranteed living, working for the company but there was a little side project that the boss wanted to dabble in and that we may hear about that later on.

After that night we were the toast of the town, being invited to almost every opening that happened and every party there was. Margo and Francine worked their butts off to keep us grounded making sure we went to events that we would feel happy with.

Over the next three months I think we had amassed about two hundred proposals of marriage between us and close to a thousand that were just proposals.

We stayed true to ourselves and stayed living in our apartments. The main difference was that we had made offers to the tenants of the two flats either side of the entrance of the block and we now had full-time security living there. The previous tenants were now in much classier places, in a new block that Keith had bought with the insurance money.

The campaign was an outstanding success and the scent became the go-to scent for the jet set and beautiful people. Seeing how expensive it was I was sure that there was a huge profit in it.

The scent also became a reason for a few sexual assaults with would-be rapists claiming that the aroma made them do it. The robbers all got sentenced and Keith was made a little richer with a grateful insurance company coming to the party with the rewards.

We did a shoot about once a week, usually somewhere exotic. We were slotting into a groove when, as promised, we were contacted about the project that the boss was dabbling in,

That brings me full circle to thinking about what I am now and where I am now. I look around and see Margo standing behind the camera with her clipboard and a huge smile.

I waggle my fingers at her, my love and my life. Next to her are Francine and Tatiana. Tatiana and I have glamourous evening gowns and look a million dollars. Our personal dressers and make-up artist have done wonders. There are lots of people here, on set. More than we had been used to.

I try to concentrate on my task. I’m on the set of the next Bond film and Tatiana and I are supposed to be a pair of CIA assassins called Katie and Kitty - -nieces of the well-known Felix Leiter,.

I ask you, Kitty Leiter, it just rolls off the tongue. I suppose it’s slightly better than Pussy Galore.

This occasion is the first take of the first scene and I am supposed to be looking over a roulette table when Bond comes up behind me and says “Why Kitty, darling, fancy meeting you here, on this night of nights.”

My first lines as a Bond Girl are “James, Darling. I’m so happy to see you looking so fit. The last time I was with you, a part of you was so stiff I thought it may be in rigor mortis.”

Okay, Shakespeare it isn’t. Bond movies are sometimes gross, sometimes action, sometimes sex, sometimes just tongue in cheek and sometimes have their feet in the gutter.

They have been around for ever and have entertained, repulsed, enlightened and confounded in equal amounts. This one has the story revolving around a mad scientist who develops a perfume that makes men fall madly in love. They would do anything for the girl wearing it. Do you believe me when I say it has been given the working title of “Double ‘O’ Nothing.”

Whatever you think of the Bond Empire, being a Bond Girl is a stepping stone to a good career as a movie star and it pays well, too.

Nobody leaves a Bond movie without being entertained and, in their own strange way ---- they can be very uplifting.

Marianne Gregory © 2022