But when I opened the door and the woman in there turned around to look at me my mouth dropped open. I knew who she was, and all I could think is why does a massively famous Hollywood actress want to talk to me?

Leaving the meeting I was a very surprised, well, a very surprised young woman and it wasn't at all what I expected in so many varied ways. What she said gave a lot to think about and according to the agreement I had signed I wasn’t even allowed to talk it over with anyone apart from her, and she did want me to talk about it with her as what she was asking was huge. Like really huge!

This time the cab they got for me had a female driver and I was too distracted to engage with her on the way back, but when I was dropped off at the hospital she did say she hoped I was ok which was really nice.

“Thank you, I do appreciate that, and yes, I am ok.”

She gave me a big smile and said, “And I hope I’m not out of order for saying this, but I read the article about you and I think you make a very nice young woman. I hope things go well for you.”

Well, she got a big tip from me for that.

The next week was more of the same, but on the Friday Penny came to visit and I said she could bring Evie, and lets just say that was a whirlwind of activity. Despite being older than her, I’m now physically smaller than her, and technically almost the same age. She ran in and gave me a big hug and we fell back not he bed as I struggled to understand what she was saying as she talked to me. Everything was coming out so quickly from her mouth, but from what I understand she hadn't told anyone anything about me, and that while everyone talked about me at her school, it soon stopped. Basically, she was overexcited to see me, not just as a new girl, but as she had missed me.

And then she said, “Oh, we need to follow each other on TikTok.”

I had heard of it, but never used it myself, but she helped me set up an account, right after setting up a new email in my new name and she said she would make some videos that will help me, especially with my clothes as she could tell that her mum had been helping me.

She was an absolute breath of fresh air and made me feel, well, accepted. She arranged to go shopping with me as soon as I released from here and to introduce me to her friends, but I said no to that part. While I loved the idea of her being my guide, there was still a part of me that felt, well, weird with the idea of hanging out with a bunch of young girls, and in a sign of either her maturity or the amazing job Penny is doing in raising her, she understood it instantly.

We hung out in my room and I told them both that while I was being released, I was also becoming an outpatient but first I was being whisked away by the magazine for another interview or something for a few days and they wouldn't tell me where. For some reason they were worried about someone else trying to talk me and stealing their exclusive.

The next day I was allowed out again and I decided to do some shopping as Evie uploaded her wearing loads of different outfits, clearly in an attempt to make me buy some better clothes and I liked the video and left a comment saying there were some good tips in it. Walking around the store in leggings felt quite nice and no one seemed to bother me very much which was a massive bonus. Either they were ignoring me or had forgotten all about the freak I sometimes thought of myself as. I had my list of things to look for thanks to Evie and she had texted me after I commented on her upload that I should try and get three complete outfits, but not to try and get the exact same that I needed to try and find the things that I like while I work out my own style.

It’s funny really, but the only thing I managed to find that I liked was a pair of jeans, surprised at how they fit me now I have a lot less down there. While thinking about my lack of shopping success (although Penny later told me it was a success as I tried on a lot of things and rejected most of it), I was sitting in starbucks having a coffee and I saw two guys in their early twenties, and well, I could feel some of the things that Lou had warned me about. The warmth I could feel down there was due to them and a lady boner is a bit of a nightmare, maybe worse than sitting here in shorts as a man with an obvious erection.

But I’m not quite ready to delve into those thoughts just yet, even if Rose wants me to talk about it. There’s a lot of social conditioning that happened in my line of work - her words - that I need to overcome but I’m not ready. As Lou said about it, I’m now a growing girl and she struggled with it as well.

Back in hospital I was very excited to finally be ending my stay here and was told on the final day that I was now about 13 years of age. I packed up my little suitcase, the type you would put in the overhead on a plane that Penny picked up for me, gave Graham a hug and walked out to the car the magazine had sent for me. The windows were blacked out, they had even pulled the curtains shut and made it so I couldn't see where I was going.

So I took my phone out and looked at the map as I was curious. I spent three days in a quite nice hotel and asked not to leave my room while the press went looking for me and hoped to get a photo of me outside my flat, but thankfully they got bored and left on the third day and I was finally allowed to go home. That was all very cloak and dagger and I really didn’t see the point in it to be honest, it’s not like I can hide forever. The journey home was funny really, and I almost treated it like a game, but they were so serious about the whole thing. I was back in the blacked out car and then transferred to a taxi which took me to a train station. Then we crossed the foot bridge to go out the other side to another taxi, all timed with two trains in the station in case we were being followed. Then we did it again at another station and finally I got a cab to take me home.

I opened the door and Penny and Evie were waiting for me, and the three of us had a mini party, in that they put up a banner and restocked my fridge and we had some cake. Evie was upset that I was drinking a beer, saying to her mum, “How come she’s allowed to drink and I’m not!”

I tried not to laugh as she was reminded that while we both look the same age, we’re not, but decided that in future I will never drink in front of her, well, at least until she’s allowed to anyway.

They went home after a couple of hours and for the first time in weeks I was truly alone. I stuck the tv on, went and had a shower and just sat there in a pair of leggings and tee shirt while I switched off my brain and just let myself fall asleep on the sofa.

When I woke up I was annoyed with myself. This is what I used to do and as Lou said I’ve been given an opportunity that while I might not want it, it is an opportunity and one for me to grab or just ignore. I sent her a text saying I was home now and had no idea what to do, and she rang me. I had woken her up as it was 2am in LA but it was ok, she was here for me and she went out to sit on her balcony while we chatted for hours.

The next day was a Thursday and I got a nice surprise in the post, a new driving license and passport in my new name, so I sent a text to Lou’s solicitor to thank him for sorting it, and he rang me a few minutes later for a chat and to share some unwelcome news. He told me that while the money has now been transferred into my account, I need to deal with all the tax stuff and he worked out what I will owe HMRC and that I need to put that someone so that I don’t spend it. It was a bit of a downer as it massively changed my plans and how long I could survive without getting a job, but he was really insistent on this as I wouldn’t get away it like I thought I would.

So on my first full weekend out of hospital I started looking for a job.

My CV is a bit light really and with barely any qualifications apart from driving I had no idea what I could do, so I rang my old boss for a chat. He said, “Well, to be honest driving is out, you’re too small and will get stopped by the police all the time, or the customers will complain about the use of child labour. Sorry.”

I was starting to feel all depressed about the whole thing again, there was so much I needed to buy such as a whole new wardrobe, make up, haircare products and so much more according to the list from both Penny and Evie, I was starting to think that maybe I will only have enough money for a year at best and now my old boss is basically telling me I’m screwed.

He said, “Look, let me make some calls and see what I can do but I’m not going to make any promises.”

It was better than nothing, but didn’t fill me with a lot of confidence going into the weekend as I sent off a load of emails looking for a job. On Monday I had to go the hospital for the first of my weekly check ups and then in the afternoon I was on Skype with Rose for my weekly therapy session. She didn’t have any answers for me either and got the problem I faced. I really didn’t want to blow through my money and end up needing to go on the dole, but all she could suggest is I keep trying.

I said, “I know, I just find it really frustrating that even though I have my license back I won’t be able to get a job as a driver.”

And then my phone rang, and I saw it was my old boss. I muted the Skype call and answered it quickly to say I will call him back then went back to Rose, saying, “I’ve got an interview. My old boss spoke to someone who’s looking for, and these are his words, ‘an office girl at their transport firm’, and he put my name forward. It’s tomorrow.”

She was obviously pleased, and the moment the call ended I rushed round to see Penny as I needed some urgent help. What the hell do I wear to an interview!

The next day in a borrowed blouse from Penny and one of Evie’s skirts I set off for my interview.

In the evening Penny came round to see me and she found me drunk on the sofa. I not only didn’t get the job, they specifically said I look too young and ‘lets face it, none of the drivers will take anything seriously when I give them their next job’.

I’m not proud of it, but I basically ran out the interview as I had started to cry, I mean, I wore this as I thought it was the type of thing they wanted to see, but all they could see was a young teen girl and not the 32 year HGV1 driver stuck in this body.

They just didn’t care.

Penny arranged for a neighbour of hers to look after Evie that evening and she sat with me talking and not letting me drink anymore, holding my hair as I was sick in the toilet and helping me clean up and put me to bed. I said, “I love you so much, I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now.”

She kissed the top of my head and said she would come round in the morning as she didn't have any appointments, but I’m used to heavy drinking and early mornings so I was there just as Evie left for school who rolled her eyes at what I was wearing and told me to do better next time as I gave her a hug, I thought I looked ok.

Once tea was made I sat on her sofa and she said, “Look, if money becomes a problem you can move into here.”

“No, I don’t think that will be problem, at least not just yet, but I wanted to say thank you for looking after me last night.”

She smiled at me and said, “Seriously, you are never a problem for me and what you’re dealing with right now is a pretty shit thing. You know you came up in a meeting yesterday and they asked my advice. They were talking about if you needed a social worker and I made it clear that you have a very large support group across two continents, and no one there talks to you without going through me.”

I felt ashamed really, she’s still looking out for me after all these years and I mouthed ‘thank you’ to her.

I wasn’t sure if I could talk to her about this though, it had been on my mind since I came out of hospital but I trusted her opinion and even with the NDA I had signed, I needed to talk it over with someone I trust, someone who understands me. But I won’t tell her who asked me to sign the NDA, after all, I guess I need to follow some of the rules.

“Well, there is another offer I’ve received.”

And I told her everything.

She was surprised, but given what has just happened understood why I was seriously thinking about it, I mean, all it took was one bad experience and something that was abstract was suddenly feeling like a very good option.

I thought about it all that day, finally thinking it was a good option so I sent a text, followed by a phone call that lasted about an hour while all the details were being sorted and an agreement was made. So now, here I am on a train to London to do something either very stupid or very worthwhile. I won’t say she supported my decision, but she did say she will support me and at least now I have someone to talk to about it.

It hurt, hurt a lot more than I expected it to and… Oh, wait, let me go back a bit and catch you up.

I had gone to London and checked into a hotel, quite a nice one actually and I’ve been here for three hours just waiting, but now it’s time. The reason I’m here is to meet with the incredibly famous Hollywood actress and the conversation with her was all about making sure this would happen.

What I talked to Penny about that evening was the offer that had been made to me and that I was going to take it, and while I was scared, I was way more scared about what would happen to me if I lost my flat and became homeless. Yes, Penny offered to take me in but even then, she would then have two teenagers living with her and Evie already very much thinks I am just like her and I need to keep bringing her back to reality that I’m really not.

So for the next 24 hours I am at the beck and call of the famous Hollywood actress (can we call her FHA from now on as it’s a lot to keep typing?), for £150k, enough to pay off my mortgage and leave me with enough money now for at least two years.

As Penny said to me, I won’t be the first woman to sell her body to make ends meet.

As I walked along the corridor to the lift up to her floor and knock on the door to their suite at exactly 8pm, it made me think how much this must be costing her, and how funny it was really that the agreement when offered is that outside of anything medical, I wasn’t allowed to have anything bigger than a finger inside me. Yes, of course I had experimented and I had to wonder if two fingers was a technical break of the contract or not, but anyway, the agreement on my side had been fulfilled. While I had found myself looking and wondering about men, I wasn’t exactly sure how to overcome my nerves but this offer had been made and well, money is money and this is good money.

I stepped out of the lift and was pleased no one was there to see me as I walked along the corridor, feeling ridiculously nervous, maybe as much so as doing my first solo reverse with a trailer after passing my HGV1 test out on a delivery, but I was as ready as I could be, and following the instructions given to me. I was dressed as she wanted, which basically meant a short skirt and no underwear, and my online research into this business that I’m entering is that my pleasure isn’t as important as the clients, it’s for them to have a good time within the boundaries set and if I enjoy then all well and good, but otherwise I should make them think I’m enjoying it.

I’m shit scared!

I knock on the door and the FHA opens it and I smile with a confidence I don’t really feel and she ushers me in, quickly looking outside to see if anyone has seen us, or maybe me.

As we walk though the hotel suite, which is exactly what you imagine it be thanks to tv and film, it’s big, open and there’s a bedroom to one side. The FHA says, “Darling, your anniversary gift is here.”

You see, she’s buying my virginity for her husband as a gift. He’s been very famous for a long time, long enough that he was a little too old for the teens that obsessed over him and way to shy to take advantage of those few who were of a legal age. They’ve been married for quite a long time in Hollywood standards, like over 20 years or something and together for about five years before that, and she told me that they have never been with anyone else in all that time.

I’m not quite sure I believed that.

So her equally famous husband walks out and looks at me and is clearly confused so she walks over to him and starts whispering in his ear as I stand there feeling quite stupid. On the plus side, she had told me that if he doesn’t want this I still get the money, but then I see a smile cross his face and he says, “Oh yeah. Is that why you kept trying to talk me about what happened to him?”

Strangely I felt hurt he called me that and he said, “Sorry, I mean her. You know what I mean, you’re clearly a her.”

And he walked over and placed his hands on my upper arms as he kissed my cheek and said, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. Would you like a drink?”

He walked over to a bar and asked what I wanted and my first thought was a beer, but instead asked for a Malibu and coke, which he managed to find and pour for me as FHA quietly talked to me and we dealt with the money transfer to my account. We all sat down, with me on one sofa and them both on the other facing me.

Well, me going commando meant they both saw me, and we just chatted and drank our drinks for a bit, then they suggested I take in the view from the balcony in their bedroom and we headed in there. He stood behind me as he pointed out some of the sights from here, and FHA was smiling at me. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was how friendly they were being but I had started to relax, so when they suggested we go back inside, I thought nothing of us going to sit on the bed as he took my hand.

He said, “Have you ever been kissed by a man, since you became a girl that is?”

I shook my head. “Not once.”

FHA said, “Have you ever been kissed by a man?”

I shook my head, and then she asked me if I would like to try it. Well, yes, I would like to try it, but I also got the sense from them that they wanted me to be a bit bashful, not a hard thing to pretend right now as I really was feeling that way.

I nodded.

He lent forward and gently touched his lips to mine, and my first thought was wishing I was sitting on a towel. The kissing kept going until our tongues were playing with each others and I remembered we weren’t alone and I opened an eye to look at his wife smiling at us while she watched. And then I felt a hand on my leg.

I might have flinched a little at first, but I never tried to stop it and I never pulled away. So far everything was quite nice.

The hand caressed me slowly as it worked it’s way higher and higher up leg, under my skirt and finally touched me there. I felt a moan from the husband as his fingers felt me and gently played with me down there, running up and down until the tip of a finger went into me and it was my turn to moan into his mouth. I felt myself being gently pushed back on the bed and I lay back with my legs open as he kissed his way down my still clothed body and stuck his face into my pussy.

If he was hoping to make me more wet he was going to be disappointed. It was like he had turned on a hose, but I wanted more.

I reached out for him and didn’t wait, I just put my hand into his pyjamas trousers to feel him and he was rock hard. In the back of my mind I wondered how it was going to fit in me, but my going straight for his cock seemed to fire him up some more and he broke away from me down there and said, “Do you want it?”

I nodded and he quickly stood up and threw off his pyjamas till he was there completely naked, his cock pointing at me. I was still laying there with my leg wide apart and my skirt round my waist and his wife sitting there looking at me. He climbed back onto the bed and moved between my legs getting closer and closer until I could feel his cock touching me and trying to get inside me as he kissed me. I felt another hand on my body, clearly FHA as she reached between us and took hold of her husband as she guided him into me.

It hurt, hurt a lot more than I expected it to and now I’ve caught you up.

So it felt great, eventually, but at first having something that big in me was painful, I mean, he is my first and he took my virginity so I guess that’s not a surprise. When he came inside me I was a bit surprised as he seemed to somehow get bigger and I could feel him twitching in me as, well, his cum was pumped into me. I felt a lot wetter down there, but also thankful for not only Lou’s advice, but apparently the entire medial and therapist team that I should have an IUD fitted before I leave hospital.

Turns out the gynaecologist did notice my moan of pleasure when I was with him and he thought it might be a good idea too.

Anyway, I had sex with the FHA’s husband and I was available to him for 24 hours, so we had sex quite a few more times. Turns out a teen girls body with an adult inside keeps a guy going for quite a while. We had sex in quite a few positions and I’m not only quote ok with swallowing, I’m very ok with taking a dick in my mouth. We had food delivered but I had to hide, and I even had sex with FHA for him to watch, a very new experience and, well, I would say I’m about 10% bi as I quite liked it.

She is very beautiful and maybe in a small way I was living out an old fantasy with her.

Of course, I could have been star struck and remembering that I would have knocked a few wanks out over her in the past, so I guess that’s still to be confirmed, but there is no doubt in my mind that I like men. When I woke up in bed with both of them and him being the big spoon I quite liked it and I found myself looking at him in the half light and admiring his face, looks and well, his body too.

So, in my mind quite a lot was going on. I had sold not just my body but the first time anyone was going to be inside my body was for money, so that was a mental struggle but at least I knew that no one would ever know about it. I can’t imagine the happy couple here talking about it on a chat show and how they wanted a teen girl to give it up for him. Then there was the fact that I enjoyed it quite a lot. Considering it was my first time and what I was doing here he could have done quite lot with me within the agreement, but actually he was surprisingly gentle and nice and really good.

Not that I have anyone to compare him to, but it was good.

I won’t say each of my orgasms were real, but some of them were and for that I’m grateful. They woke up not long after me and ordered breakfast and then the sex carried on. He had planned for them to go out to something or other, they never told me what it was, but he fucked me from behind while standing with FHA sitting in front of us masturbating as she watched him cum inside me once again.

They must have planned what happened next as she picked up my vest top and put it on me while he was still inside me, then she brought over my skirt and I stepped into it, but of course with him in me I couldn't do it up. He shuffled to the door with me impaled on him and FHA looked through the peephole and said it’s clear. I got a quick kiss and he said to me, “Thank you for this, it’s like a fantasy I was never able to live has finally come true.”

The door opened and he was still in me as I tried to hold my skirt up and he said, “I hope you don’t mind, but this is part of the fantasy.”

And he pushed me out into the corridor and my skirt fell to the floor as the door was shut behind me. Quickly I pulled it up and did up the zip, but in bending down for it I of course squeezed some of his cum out of me - there was a lot of cum already in there - and I walked towards the lift. While waiting for it, I heard a door open and two people walked towards me and the lift pinged so I had to hold it till they arrived. It was a couple of men wearing suits in their fifties I guess, and as soon as the lift doors shut I realised I smelled of sex, a lot of it.

They both subtly sniffed the air and looked at me, but of course there was no denying it and the agreement was that no one was to know that I had been to see them or what for, so I couldn't go straight to my room. So I rode down to the lobby with them both as I felt cum run down the inside of my legs. Once in the lobby I walked through it and decided to bluff it out, heading to the desk asking if there were any messages for me (obviously there were none), and I turned back to the lift.

This time I shared the ride with two men in suits, I guess in their forties who were businessmen and both pulling cases and once again I saw the subtle sniffs when they smelled sex from me. One of them had no issue in looking at me and smiled and I had seen the state of my hair, so here I was looking like a teen girl who had been royally fucked because I had.

I was glad to be back in the safety of my room as I ran a bath for my final night here and took my phone out of the safe to turn it on. Penny of course wanted to know I was ok, so I reassured her I was then I got in the bath to clean every part of my body.

While I enjoyed the sex, I wanted to get clean as I felt very dirty about the whole thing. I raided the mini fridge as I’m not the one paying for it, and got a little drunk and maybe a bit tearful. A very pruned me got in to bed and after what seemed forever as I thought over everything I had done in the past 24 hours I finally managed to get to sleep.

Penny came to see me when I got home and pulled me into a hug and immediately I started to cry. She was also desperate to know who had fucked me, it’s good gossip after all, but was kind enough to make sure I was ok first. I pointed out the reason I sold myself was to make sure I was going to be ok for a couple of years as I had to pay tax on the magazine money, and then she broke the news to me that the bank is likely to report the extra money in my account to the taxman so I will need to either break the NDA or pay tax on it and just be honest with them.

I grabbed the bit of paper with all my sums on and she looked up what the tax rates were and I realised that while I was a bit better off, I was nowhere near my intended target.

I looked at her and said, “Shit”.

I needed to cheer myself up and I went shopping, but found myself standing in the changing room looking at myself in the mirror and wondering who I am exactly.

I needed to do some more job searching, trying to find something, anything that will bring in some hopefully decent money as I’m never going to get a payday like that again. But I’m still stuck with this body and I just can’t see how my couple of GCSEs are going to help me get something beyond minimum wage looking like this.

I had another long bath when I got home and tried to work out what the benefits were of this shampoo and conditioner that Evie recommended for me that seemed to cost 25 quid a bottle. How can it be that much better than just a simple shampoo?

Ok, yes, I found that out when I used it and my hair felt a lot more shiny and silky, and I found myself running my fingers through it the rest of the day. At quarter to four my door bell went and it was Evie. Penny had told her that she needed to come to mine, and her positivity lifted my spirits, and we just chatted about nothing.

Ok, we did talk about something. I was already aware of Taylor Swift but over the next two hours I learnt a lot more about her and why she is so important to - and this is what she said - “girls like us.”

I found myself giggling along as I still see myself as a man in a young girls body. In fact, it had been discussed with me the option to go under the knife once I’m fully developed, but to be honest after finding myself thinking about men more, I can’t see how that will help me. Besides, having lost my virginity I can see some advantages to being a girl who likes men.

Penny arrived to pick up Evie and she gave me a wink and I realised that she actually sent her here to cheer me up and it worked. So the next day with no idea what to do I headed out to do some window shopping and brought myself a coffee.

And found myself being chatted up by two boys.

I do mean they were boys, they must have been about 15 or 16 I guess, a little cute and well, typical boys. I let them flirt with me and I told them I had a boyfriend just to make it clear I had no intention of dating them, but it was fun. They were trying to impress me, doing and saying some stupid stuff and it’s hard not to think that I must have come across just like them once, you know, idiots.

Anyway, I managed to lose them by going into a women’s clothing store and their masculinity wouldn’t let them follow, and getting home I felt quite good about myself. In bed I will admit to playing with myself and thinking of them, getting to orgasm and laying there panting with a light sheen of sweat over my naked body. As I got myself back together I wondered when I kicked the duvet off.

In the morning I felt amazing, the world felt good and I wanted to do something positive, so I opened up yesterdays shopping bag and pulled on a pair of shorts and a sports bra and went for a run.

I felt great and wondered why I ever stopped running as I got older as I loved it so much in school, then remembered that I became a lorry driver and you can’t really go for a run and leave your truck. My hair was in a ponytail and swinging from side to side, and I was up so early I was passing kids going to school who must have wondered why I wasn’t doing the same as them. I stopped for a quick chat with Evie when she saw me, she was with some school friends and I didn’t want to get in her way so left quickly using the excuse I didn’t want to cool down.

As I started to head off, I heard one of her friends ask her who I was, and she said, ‘oh, she’s the daughter of my mum’s friend’ and I decided I was going to treat her and Penny to something that evening, sending Penny a text when I got home. Turns out, a treat for them was going ten pin bowling and it was an awesome evening, really fun and we had a great time. Getting home I continued to feel a lot better about myself and the next day I was job hunting again.

And the next day, and the next day after that and so on for month and no replies.

It was crushing me trying to find a job I could do and I really didn't want to take up Penny’s offer of giving with her. I’m sure I could rent this place out and cover both my mortgage and something for her, but if I did that I had a feeling it would be an excuse not to go to work and I would just lay on the sofa all day doing nothing. Not only that, I’m used to living on my own and I would need to adjust to her’s and Evie’s timetable and I am sure I would very soon be in the way of them living their lives.

And then I got an unexpected text from FHA, but I ignored it for a few days as I wasn’t sure what to do about it, but the Friday after getting it I was round Penny’s for a movie night with Evie and it was her turn to pick the film. Sitting there watching the man that fucked me in an action film was kinda funny, but the sex scene was embarrassing. Evie was embarrassed watching it with her mum, but I noticed that like me she was squeezing her legs together and I wondered if she had some of the same feelings I was having, although without the memories I had of course. To be honest, I’m not surprised as he is very attractive and I found myself blushing. I looked at Penny and she was watching me and gave me a knowing smile and I felt myself go even more red.

And then I gasped and couldn't help it. No, I didn't have an involuntary orgasm, it was more what happened on screen that shocked me. You see, he did something in the film that he did to me, except with me it was real and now I wondered if he did it with me because he did it in the film or if if it’s something he always does during sex. My phone pinged with a message and I picked it up and it was from Penny and it just said ‘it was him wasn't it’. I looked over at her and smiled and turned back to the film.

Of course, once the film was over Evie had to go to bed and me and Penny talked and I admitted it was him and why I gasped and I told her quite a lot about it, more than I expected. It was a little cathartic to get it off my chest, and I suppose I should feel a little guilty at breaking the NDA, but I really did need to talk about it. Penny said that while she wouldn’t want to have been in my shoes, she wouldn't have minded being in my place based on the film, ‘so to speak’.

The she said, “Oh, how’s the job hunt going?”

“Badly, I have hundreds of rejection emails as I’m not qualified for anything and the best feedback I get is why don’t I go back to driving. So far it seems the the only job I’m now qualified for is delivering blow jobs!”

She reached out and held my hand and I picked up my phone and showed her the text from FHA. She said, “What will you do?”

“I’m starting to wonder that myself. Physically I’m 13 and unless they interview me what hope do I have of convincing anyone that I’m older, but I have nothing, no qualifications and only enough money to survive for at least three years if I’m very careful with my money, And I can only do that as I sold my virginity, and now it seems that some others might be interested in me and what the hell do I do?”

She sat there and thought for a moment and said, “Did you like it?”

“Selling my body?”

She shook her head and said, “No, the sex. Did you like having sex with a man?”

I nodded, there was no point in lying, she saw my reaction to the sex scene.

“Here’s the thing. I suspect that with him it was a genuine thing, you said he had no idea and it was her who thought of you as a ‘gift’. Well, if she’s saying that there’s some interest in you, and let’s face it, there are many issues seeing with how you look and men being interested in you. But is it something you really want to do?”

I took a drink of wine - which I quite like now a lot more than beer - and said, “No, but what choice do I have?”

We sat there in silence for a minute, and she said, “If you do this, and I personally hope you don’t, but if you do then maybe you will help protect some poor young girl from being exploited by being a, well, a legal age proxy.”

I sat there and thought for a moment and I couldn't even imagine some girl the age of Evie being used in the same way I was, the way I am being offered once again and I can’t help but think it was better me than any other girl. I picked up my phone and sent a text to FHA saying she could pass on my number.

I took a drink of wine and looked at Penny and said, “So, I’m a whore.”

She smiled and said, “Honey, you could never be a whore. You’re a high class escort and a bloody well paid one at that!”

And that’s what I became. I would get the train to the London for a couple of days and get very well paid for basically laying there and thinking of the next day. I did take pride in my work, so to speak, each man had a good time and I operated on a referral system and not all of them wanted to just have sex. I learnt that my young looks gave me an advantage in that I could very easily spot the men who were a little too obsessed with the fact I looked young, and I tended to only see them once. They also tended to be the more ugly ones, not always but mostly and I was just their fantasy shag.

But yeah, some of them really creeped me out and the things they said to me, and wanted me to say to them. But like I said, at least I had the mental maturity if not physical to deal with it, and I also kept a record of all those men just in case evidence was ever needed.

Some men wanted me to be more sophisticated and hold a conversation where I learned more from them than I think they got from me, but it seemed that I made them happy and I made sure that each of them had several happy endings so to speak.

There was one man who wanted to take me to Disneyland Paris for a couple of days, and I was surprised when he booked two rooms, one for him and one for me. When I asked what he wanted he admitted that he had a very ugly divorce and lost custody of his daughter and he hasn’t seen her in two years and just misses her. He wanted me to be what he’s been missing and thankfully didn’t want me to call him daddy (I absolutely hate it when clients want that), and basically it was a holiday with someone his daughters age. I really, really enjoyed it, acting my physical age for the 72 hours I was with him, going on the rides, doing all the silly stuff and just having a great time. He paid me £10k and I almost gave it back to him as he had a tear in his eye when we parted at the airport.

He even gave me a £500 cash tip, but I gave him a massive hug and told him to keep trying to reach out to his daughter as if he is missing her, then she is missing him,

And so life continued for me, usually having at least one client a week, sometimes two, sometimes none. They were always referred to me and always very rich men paying thousands to be with me. When they spoke to each other about me they called me babyface, which I hated but it also set me apart from the others in my line of work. On the plus side my mortgage was fully paid off and and my nest egg was building up nicely thanks to charging £2k minimum a night.

The next job I was offered required a bit of negotiation as it was going to be in the states and over a few days. My hope was that it would be the last job like this I would have to do as we went into the summer and if I could get paid £30k for it, plus expenses, then I would have enough money to survive reasonably well for five years.

I reached out to Lou and told her I was going to be not that far away from her and built visiting her into my expenses and that LA would be my base staying there before and after I worked. I really didn’t want to have to explain to her what I was doing before I went to work. The flight out was ok, and once I settled into my hotel and slept of the jet lag a car came and picked me up for the drive out of the city for a few hours to a vineyard. I was met by one of the staff and shown to a room and told that my costume for the party this evening was on the bed.

I wasn’t going to be working alone tonight, a first for me, but I was once again referred to someone and here I was for two nights, the first one of them being a party where me and some other girls would be in costume and well, basically open for use by the 30 guests. Talking to one of the other girls I was told this happens here once a year and she had been here before, and she helped me with my make up and hair as I slipped into my nurses costume and she put on on a wonder woman.

The costume came with instructions to only wear what was provided so I walked out with Wonder Woman and both of us weren’t wearing any underwear and we started greeting guests with the other eight girls. I had guessed what tonight would be like, but getting groped and kissed by each of them as they arrived was still a minor shock.

Sitting on a mans lap and stroking his dick while he fingered me - and I need to thank Wonder Woman when I get a chance for the tip about getting pre lubed - and we welcomed the host for the evening. Us girls had to line up on ours knees as he went along the line and stuck himself in our mouths. Thank god I had already learnt how to deep throat as he went as deep as he could go in each of out mouths. And when I say learnt what I really mean of course is someone wanted to teach me how to do it on him a couple of months ago.

I won’t say the sex was good, in fact it was quite boring as the men were mostly drunk and stoned, but that’s what we were there for, to look pretty and be used by these men. So most of the time my skirt was flipped up and I was being fucked by one barely stiff dick or had one in my mouth until the men passed out sometime in the early morning. Some of the girls had joined in with the drink and drugs, but a couple like me hadn’t and we slipped off to our rooms and went to bed, pleased I wasn’t going to be passed around anymore this evening, or as three of the men wanted several times, to make me ‘air tight.’

It was a tough few hours.

I woke up about midday and my first thought is that I wasn’t alone and I started to sit up. The man in bed with me said, “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind I joined you here. Everyone else should be gone by now and it’s just us.”

Turns out I was in bed with the host and I didn’t recognise him now he was naked and not in black tie. He booked me for an extra two days as he had heard good things and wanted to, well, enjoy me. And that’s not what he paid for, he paid for the party so I renegotiated a price for the next two days and once the money was transferred he climbed back into bed and for the first time this trip I enjoyed the sex.

We went for a walk around the vineyards in the afternoon and it was the first time I have ever had sex outdoors and I was really enjoying myself, almost getting lost in the fantasy of the whole thing and finding it quite romantic.

But he spoiled it that evening when I was shown to his sex dungeon and while I agreed to the everything, I mean, I had sold my body for it, but I hated every second of it and had to force myself not to use the safe word. The low point was when he strapped my head to a fucking machine and used it to control me sucking his dick, the depth, the speed and everything, at least stopping every 30 seconds so I could breathe, but it was awful. At least he ran me a bath and cleaned me gently afterwards, but of course as he was paying for my time and I had some professional pride (ok, it was my working class work ethic in that I was being paid to do a job so I should do it well).

In the morning, he had one last fuck from me before the car took me back to my hotel and I sat in the shower for an hour trying to get clean. I was never going to have to do that again and I wanted to get all of the stench of it off my body. Once I had done that I sent a text to Lou, called an Uber and checked out of the hotel not caring that I could have stayed there for two more days, I just needed to finally be away from all of it while I now work out what I need to do to have a proper future ahead of me.

Lou showed me to the guest room, introduced me to her husband Tom (who is really good looking btw), and I met her young daughter. Once she had gone to bed and Tom was fast asleep before getting up to go work the next day as a professor (looks and brains!), we sat down to chat and I told her everything and why I was here.

I cried and cried and cried for hours. Big ugly snot crying, She held me all the time I was covering her in my tears and snot bubbles, not complaining once. I woke up and had no idea how I got to bed, but Lou told me she woke up Tom to carry me there and I looked at her and said, “No wonder he gave you lady boners!”

She laughed and said, “Gives me them, I always have a lady boner around him”.

Once I was cleaned up and her daughter was off to day care, we started to talk again and I told her more, about how I felt I had no choice to become an escort as I needed the money and couldn't get a job, but at least that’s behind me now. “I have enough to survive for a few years, six, maybe even seven if I’m careful with it while this body grows up and I can go back to driving.”

She sat there sipping her coffee and said, “Why do you want to go back to driving?”

“It’s all I can do, I barely have any qualifications so can’t get taken seriously for anything else as I have no experience.”

She said, “Why didn’t you go back to school?”

I pointed out I don’t have the qualifications to do what she did and go to university.

“No, I mean, why didn’t you go to school? I did, but for me it was because I was lonely and needed to be around people. You have Penny and Evie, what you need is a new start and going to school could be what you need.”

I said, “But how can I do that, I’m 33 years old now.”

She picked up her phone and started typing an email, and said, “I’m telling Annette and Rose that you need to go to school and to get some new qualifications. You’re a 13 year old girl and need to get used to. How old is Evie?”

“She’s 13 now.”

Lou smiled at me and said, “Perfect.”

I guess I might be going to school and I’m not sure how I feel about that, I mean, I hated it last time, will it be the same now, voicing this to Lou. She said, “I hated school first time round as well, but the second time was a lot better. And before you mention that you’ve had a lot of sex, I think I had as much as you did, not to mention I was already sleeping with one of the teachers and carried on while I was there.”

My mouth dropped open as I looked at her and she said, “Oh, don’t worry, I married him.”

It was the start on a new term and I was walking to school with Evie.

So I should really catch you up on the last two months since I got back from LA and taking a lot more advice from Lou, actually listening to her this time and learning from she did and how I can move forward as this new me. The Skype calls started in LA, and by the time I got back home it had continued but this time with Penny involved. It seemed that everyone agreed that Evie would be a good influence on me (only Lou and Penny knew what I had been doing), and a meeting with the principal was arranged for me, Rose and Penny. I talked it over in detail with Penny before we went and the agreement was I should try to look my physical age, so that was how I dressed.

Sitting there in his office I felt quite small, but he agreed with attending the school on the basis that no other teachers are to know about me, I would just be another girl at the school. He asked Penny to email him as he knew her from her job as a social worker with the details needed to fill in my records that will explain where I had been and how I would fit in. Whatever classes Evie was doing I would, and he hoped it would help me going forward. Rose was surprised at how easy it all happened as she said Annette fought for a while to get Lou in school. I found out later that the principal did his teacher training with Tom, Lou’s husband and he helped ease the way in for me. I felt a bit sorry for Rose as she must have felt a bit useless.

Once all the rather official stuff was done with, or once the adults stopped talking, he turned to me and said, “Well Nicky, I hope you will have a good time here. You seem to be a perfectly pleasant young woman and I think you will fit in to this school.”

I said, “Thank you sir. This has been hard on me.”

He smiled kind eyes and said, “I’m sure it must have been. I understand you didn’t do particularly well at school last time, let us hope that this time is much better for you.”

And he reached out and shook my hand. I can’t remember the last time a man was kind to me without intending to get inside me, and it was nice. I was also scared, maybe I was still trying hard to move away not just from my life as a lorry driver, but also my life as an escort, but I will get there. Penny wanted me to talk to Rose my therapist about it, but I was too afraid of her judging me. I know I should, but it’s not easy to tell people, even those that you trust that you had to sell your body just to survive.

Penny took me and Evie shopping for a new school uniform, a truly weird experience as I always hated having to do that in the past and even though we would be basically wearing the same thing we somehow tried on the same clothes in different shops till we found what we liked. Other than that I was just trying to act more like a girl my physical age, and I had chosen to be the same age as Evie, making me officially two months younger than her. As far as the world is concerned we are both 13 and turning 14 once the school year starts. We were going to have a joint birthday party and I was trying to pretend I wasn't excited about it, but I was.

How often do you get to relive a childhood party from the perspective of a child?

My last few birthdays passed while I was out on the road, and well, I was working that other job for my last birthday. I can honestly say I never expected to be having my 33rd birthday while working as an female escort with two clients at once! This one will be much nicer, and hopefully along with Evie I will get some new school friends. I can’t follow her around all the time, I don’t want to get on her nerves.

As for the school admin stuff, I would remain living at my home and Penny would be my official guardian with her address on my record, but for anyone who visited from school my parents would be ‘out’. Evie helped me redecorate my bedroom to make it more age appropriate, and when Penny saw it she rolled her eyes and told Evie to try and dial it back a bit. Basically she did for me what she wasn’t allowed to do at home, so my walls were pink (which I don’t mind as I quite like the colour now), my bed had drapes and those fairy lights, and while I was fine about having a Taylor tour poster up, she picked the teen stars that she fancied for me and completely overdid it. Penny helped me adjust the room when Evie was out, but it still looked like a typical girls bedroom, and I finally got rid of my old clothes.

Of course Evie quite enjoyed helping me fill out my wardrobe and reminding me that I can’t keep wearing the same thing now and showed me the best shops and the ones that often have good stuff on sale. She even taught me how to pretend something was on sale to her mum. I was sworn to secrecy over that.

The week before school started I met a couple of her girl friends and we hung out in the shopping centre where I shared the fake story of my parents moving to the area and how they know Penny from growing up. It was easier to stick to the near truth, but they seemed to accept me and we arranged to go to the cinema together. If you’ve ever seen a group of teen girls hanging out together and talking non stop, that was us, although it took me a while to get used to behaving this way. It helped that I never talked about my parents and Evie told me they asked her if I don’t get on with them, so that became part of my background story.

I won’t say it’s easy to adjust, as it’s not. Not just from being a man to a teen girl, but also adjusting to no longer being a sex worker. It was funny when they talked about sex and how only one of them has done it so far, so I said I was a virgin and wondered what Evie would say, but she said nothing. I thought at the time she just didn’t want to say it in front of me, but that wasn't it at all. Her friends already knew and she assumed I did as well.

She wasn’t a virgin, and we talked about it later and of course I was sworn to secrecy again, but I also thought it was funny as Penny had told me that she keeps a drawer in the bathroom stocked with condoms. I was now in a bit of a quandary as I knew both sides of what the other was doing, but both wanted it to be a secret. I decided that when the time was right for me I would announce to both that I needed some condoms, and hopefully mother and daughter will be open and honest about it. I was becoming much closer to Evie and I really liked that, but my friendship with Penny remained just as strong and like it always had been, but only when Evie wasn’t around.

The first couple of weeks at school were, well, weird. It was very different to when I was last at school and I found myself really enjoying it. English, maths, physics, which really surprised me that Evie was doing it and I seemed to be better at it than I thought. PE of course was new to me, and I was desperately trying to learn the rules to sports I had never played, but I still liked running and found I was trying to impress the teacher when we did. I wasn’t the fastest, but eventually I ended up on the school cross country running team. Like I said, I wasn’t the fastest but I did enjoy competing.

After we came back from half term break, I noticed something from one of the teachers that I really didn’t like at all. He was looking at Evie in a way that while it wasn’t completely inappropriate, I saw a look in his eye that he hid very quickly. It was my experience as an escort that made it easier for me to spot and it really unsettled my stomach as she looked up to him as a teacher. I wanted her to be safe so I did something to get his attention, which looking back was a really dumb thing to do.

When I stood up at the end of the lesson I asked him a question so he was looking at me and I made sure that as I stood up my bag lifted the front of my skirt. I wasn’t flashing him, I had safety shorts on under my skirt, but I had pulled them up before I stood so I suspect that he saw some camel toe. He definitely looked down there, and looked for longer than he should have as a teacher, but I took the attention away from Evie and that is what I cared about more than anything.

No one hurts my BFF!

The rest of the day carried on, but we had the same teacher for our last lesson, so as we went from one class to another I ducked into the toilet and took off my safety shorts and hoped no one would notice. In this class we were actually sitting at the front and I waited till he was talking and looking my way when I lifted one foot up onto my seat, letting him see I wasn't wearing the shorts anymore.

He saw and his voice stumbled for a second as I looked up at him from under my hair with a shy smile. Seriously, I learnt a lot in my last job! Anyway, I let that carry on for a bit then I dropped one hand down and just gently stroked myself so he could see. Yes, I was teasing him quite a bit but I had a theory that he wouldn't call me out for it due to the risk to his job. So I upped the stakes and as I turned to talk to one of the girls at our table, I hooked my fingers into the gusset (horrible word), and pulled them to the side exposing myself to him.

I never expected to be doing this at school, but I would rather risk anything happening to me to protect Evie or any other girl herel. That’s why I gently pulled my pussy open to let him get as good a look as possible.

Of course, me trying to be a white knight meant I lost complete track of time and the lesson was over and I walked out with my underwear pulled to the side and all the way home without a chance to fix it. Thank god it wasn’t a windy day. I saw him around school over the rest of the week and I always smiled at him and I saw him looking at me several times. So while I may have woken up a monster in the worst possible way, at least when I go to the principal to raise this issue I will hopefully have the right type of evidence.

So I needed to keep him, well, interested in me and the following week I once again went without the safety shorts for the first lesson with him and once again flashed him. In the afternoon my plan was to up the game and then be, well good for a bit in the hope he would hint to me that he wanted to see more again and I can pretend that what happened before was an accidental flash.

Yes, I know it sounds stupid, but I doubted anyone would believe me opening up my pussy for him to have a good look during a lesson.

So this time right before the class I went to the toilets and removed my underwear, taking something out of my bag to make sure I was really going to get his attention and headed to class. I arrived late on purpose, there was no way I was going to risk walking though a crowd of kids in a short short and no underwear, but I dropped my bag and myself onto the chair with a clunk.

He kept looking at me and I knew what he was hoping to see, so once again I put my foot on the chair and he saw the lot right from the start. He was talking when he saw but this time his voice never broke and he barely seemed to acknowledge it, but he looked back several times. Maybe the but plug was a stupid idea, but I knew him seeing that as well would really get his attention and hold it. So the lesson continued and he stayed seated behind his desk and not getting up, so clearly I was having an effect on him.

When we were working on an assignment, I asked him a question in the hope he would have to stand up, but in stead he said, “That’s interesting. So we don’t distract your group, come up here and we can go over it.”

Bugger.

I stood up and walked to his desk, and he moved back and pointed to a course book so that I would need to stand next to him. Yes, I could see he had an erection, but of course now I’m a lot closer to him and he knows exactly what is under my skirt maybe it wasn’t a surprise. He leant forward to look at the book and started pointed at things and talking to me about them, and I stupidly leant forward as well. Not a huge amount, but enough and I felt his other hand on my leg. Maybe it’s my previous line of work but I learnt not to flinch when a client touches you, so I just stood there as his hand went up my leg to my thigh hidden from the class by his desk and my skirt.

Bending over of course made the front of my skirt hang lower with the back higher and his hand never stopped as it worked its way up my leg and I felt his fingers on me, playing with me and annoyingly making me wet. He was really good at what he was doing, and actually doing a good job answering my questions as his thumb pushed on the plug and two of his fingers went into me.

I turned my head to look at him as my eyes went a bit wide and I smiled at him and he asked, “Are you getting it now?”

There was no missing the double meaning, as I said, “Yes, I am getting it. You’re really good at this.”

And that’s the truth, he was really good at it and fingering me in the classroom in front of everyone had massively changed my plans. I was hoping to entrap him with a suggestive comment I could take to the principal that would warn him off. Instead I’m practically dripping all over his fingers and now just as guilty as he is and I promised Penny and Lou not to mess this up.

So I went back my desk when he removed his fingers and I sat there for the rest of the lesson a bit better behaved and keeping myself covered. When the lesson was over and the school day finished he said, “Nicky, can you hang on a moment please. We can go over your questions again.”

So I slowly packed my bag and told Evie I would see her tomorrow and I sat there while everyone else left the class and it was just me and him. None of the girls raised an eyebrow at me being asked to wait so no one thought anything was wrong, but I sat there and as the last one left the door swung shut on the fire safety hinges and it was just me and him. He stood up and walked to the end of the classroom and called me to him.

I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t.

In my mind he was just a client and I needed to do what needed to be done. I had never noticed the door at the bottom of the class to a small storeroom, but he opened the door and walked in, waiting for me.

Twenty minutes later I was walking to the bus stop having put my underwear back on and wondering if I had over stepped the mark, but he said to me while I sat on a cabinet and he was fucking me slowly, “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Once home I jumped in the shower as I needed to get myself clean and ready for Evie coming round to do our homework, and sitting there with her as we went over some physics problems, she said to me, “You know, I never thought you were as clever as you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, mum always seemed to be the clever one. She did say you could have done better at school last time, but you really seem to get this stuff.”

I had never told her about the problems I faced when growing up and shared it with her now, and she had tears in her eyes as she hugged me. She really is a good kid and I resolved myself to keep doing what ever I needed to do to protect her. It’s just annoying that while he isn’t someone I would have picked to have sex with, he was really good at it and, well, I am missing it. He’s in his fifties, maybe late forties and has a dad bod as Evie would call it. Funnily enough he’s my biology and general science teacher.

The next day at school I managed to corner him for a chat and I said, “Ground rules. Never again here, that was stupid of us. Text me and we will arrange another time and place.”

He agreed and the rest of the week carried on as normal with nothing else of interest to report, beyond me going to his on Sunday morning at 9am. I was back home by two and there was no conversation beyond what we would do while here. The fact he thought I was almost 14 never came up, it was just sex, and he didn’t even ask me until the third week of us hooking up if I was on birth control.

Maybe he’s not a very good biology teacher.

Evie’s birthday party was being held on Saturday, but on her actual birthday the three of us, Penny, Evie and me went out for a meal, dressed up for a mini girls night out on a school night. It was a lot of fun, Evie now being 14 was allowed a small glass of wine, her first official alcohol, and I had one as well. But the party itself on the Saturday was being held in her house with Penny agreeing to stay in her bedroom until 10pm, with the party officially stopping at 11. Kids from school came along, we had music and of course a couple of people snuck in some drink, but it was great fun.

I danced with a couple of boys, and one of them I danced with quite a few times. He was almost 16, and Evie found me kissing him and hopefully saw me trying to keep his hands in respectable places, but yes, he did cop a feel a few times. Feeling his erection pressed against me was well, exciting. I quite enjoyed the fact that I had made him that excited, and Steve wasn’t that bad to talk to either. Evie did kiss a boy as well, Steve’s younger brother which in itself was funny talking about how that happened. Of course, I was enjoying kissing Steve quite a bit and I think he suggested it first, but we went out in to the garden.

Which is how Penny and Evie found me at ten past ten kissing him and being fingered in her garden. Penny insisted he leave but I pointed out that I was part of this and we both sat down to talk about it. I said, “Look, I’m not even 14 yet, that’s a month away and while I like what we’ve done, we can’t do more just yet. Is that ok?”

He told me it was and he kissed me. I didn’t believe a word he said and knew he would try it on, but I was ok with that, so long as I never let things gets too far.

The following Friday I went on a double date with Evie and the two brothers to a travelling fairground.

I like him.

I kept seeing Steve for the rest of the year and even though he thought I was younger than him he never pressured me into anything more than kissing, which really did surprise me. Ok, we had already done some hand stuff so that was still allowed, but nothing more and just being a girl with him was what I needed. I knew I should probably tell him about me, but while I liked him I didn’t like, like him. Besides, he’s already talking about turning 17 and getting his driving license and I know when that happens he is likely to dump me, so I just want to enjoy this while I can.

Christmas came and went, I was telling people I am now 14, and every Sunday I’m at my biology teacher’s house getting fucked by him, which is where I am right now laying there as he humps away as his orgasm builds.

I was still enjoying the sex, he hadn’t suddenly got worse but I was worried about this going on and on till I left school and he turned his attention to another girl while I was still no closer to coming up with a plan to stop him. After he came in me he lay there playing with my nipples and told me I would need to be a bit earlier as he had some plans for later in the day next week, and I told him it was ok, ‘we could miss it if you liked.’

He kissed my nipple and said, “No, I would still like to see you.”

So the next week I got there thirty minutes early and the moment I stepped in the door he was kissing me and trying to take my clothes off. I said, “Hey, what’s the rush?”

“Trust me, this will be worth it.”

So as I walked into his house my clothes were being discarded like breadcrumbs till we arrived in his living room where hanging from the ceiling was a sex swing. By now I was just in my heels and I turned to him and said, “Is this the rush?”

He lifted me up and put me in it, but I asked him not to do the cuffs up tightly as I didn’t want to be tied up (that last job in the vineyard did upset me), and I was swinging there slowly. He of course stood still with his dick out and swung me around to either put it in my mouth or pussy when the door bell went. I went stiff, which he probably liked as his dick was in me, but he pulled out and put it away and said, “Don’t worry.”

He closed the living room door when he went to answer it, and shortly walked back in with two other men. I was slowly rotating so didn’t get to see them until I was looking at them between my legs as I hung there. It was one of the PE teachers and the English Lit teacher. The biology teacher said, “Told you she’s up for it.”

So the reason he wanted me here early was so that I would be ready for two other teachers to use me like he is. I did not feel happy but stuck in the swing I had little choice and, well, like I said, it is enjoyable. Sometimes I found myself thinking of Steve when I was with them, other times it was some other sixth formers I quite liked the look of, sometimes even the teachers who were inside me, but when I was released from the swing I was happy to ride them and be used by them. Even when one of them said they had ‘always wanted to be a pumpkin pounder’, I was only slightly annoyed.

After I had showered the four of us sat down to talk and it was funny listening to them as they said that now we could all get in trouble and they were trying to make it sound like they hadn’t taken advantage of me and that I was also at fault. The three of them were like a group of frat boys in a bad American film, and they were so easy to see through. I felt upset at how they thought they could manipulate me into doing this again, which is ironic as I was planning to keep doing it with them while I worked out what I wanted to make sure they stop, so I slowly got dressed, kissed each of them in turn and walked out.

Now I need a plan and no idea how to make one. I need an idea.

The next week at school was a mixture of normal and very not normal. I felt like every male teacher knew about me, hardly knowing who to trust but also trying to keep up with everything else I needed to do like schoolwork. The following Sunday the plan came to me, or I should say the plan was someone I bumped into. After the sex with the three of them and being passed around as they ran a train through me, I showered and left them as they were spread out with big smiles in the living room. It was funny really, they had all been through me several times and they were acting like conquering heroes for basically exploiting a student.

When I walked out the door and stepped into the street I literally bumped into my physics teacher. Seriously, I bumped into him. He saw me and his eyes went wide when he realised where I had just come from and started to say, “Nicky, are you..”

I stopped him with a hush and pulled him away from the house as I didn’t want anyone inside to hear this conversation as I said, “Before you say anything, why are you here?”

“I live down there and was getting some milk.”

I was relieved as I quite like him, he’s really good at his job and I love doing physics and I’m hoping to do a GCSE in it. I would have hated it if he had been invited along to the Sunday me party. I said, “Can we talk?”

We went back the way he came and he went into the supermarket to get a couple of coffees and we sat on a bench outside as he said it would be inappropriate to be seen inside together. I couldn't help but laugh at that, as I said, “Well, I think I have a lot to tell you.”

I took a breath and he said, “I already know.”

“You do?”

“Yes, your first day at school, I had been to the dentist that morning and I was reading a very old copy of a magazine and then when you walked in my class I recognised you immediately.”

Well that took my breath away. “You did?”

And then he told me how at first he just thought it was a coincidence, but then he noticed that some of the details in my records were the same as what was in the article, and he asked the principal who said it was true.

“Oh. Have you told anyone?”

“No one else knows.”

We sat there sipping our coffee and said, “Thank you, but that isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about. Although I guess it might make some things easier to explain.”

And I told him what I spotted with a teacher, and how I tried to deflect that attention onto me, how it went so badly I ended up having sex with them and now it’s not just him but two other teachers. He wanted to know who else, but I said I need to know how to handle this as ‘why they haven't technically broken any laws, they have broken the spirit of it for sure.’

We sat there in silence, neither sure what to say. After a few minutes he said, “I really am sorry you felt that you needed to do that. I wish you had come to me.”

“I thought I could deal with it myself.”

He smiled and said, “Not even teachers knows how to handle this. I mean, we are trained for it, but none of us ever expect to have to deal with it. What would you have done in the past?”

“Beaten the living shit out of him.”

He laughed, and said, “Yeah, that’s kind of what I want to do myself.”

The next day at school I was called to the principal’s office and while the rest of my class was surprised and wondered if I was in trouble, at least I knew what it was about and that I would be given a detention as part of the cover for the meeting and even Penny would be sent a note about me giving some lip to a teacher. In the office I told the principal everything with my physics teacher sitting next to me, and together we came up with a plan for next Sunday. It was my plan, as neither would have accepted it without my suggestion, but it seemed the most obvious way out of this mess I got myself into to.

So next Sunday at the end of the session with the three teachers, I asked each of them to cum on my face as I knelt there fully clothed and ready to go home, telling them, “I want to feel like a slut walking out here with your cum on me.”

Men are so easy to manipulate.

And that’s what they did, all three of them over my face and some on my clothes and while they rested I got up to leave. I sent a quick text while I picked up my bag and took a little bit of time, this had to work out as planned. I walked to the door as they all lay back on chairs and the sofa, naked, sweaty and the room smelling like sex and as I opened the front door there was the principal who said quite loudly, “Hello Nicky, what are you doing here?”

I rushed past him as he silently said ‘hope you’re ok’, and I kept going around the corner to my physics teacher so I could clean up as the principal walked into my biology teacher’s house. Once with my physics teacher he was a bit shocked when he saw me but waited patiently while I cleaned up and got changed into the clothes I had dropped off and we sat down as he made me a cup to tea.

He said, “I still can’t believe you went through with that. It can’t have been easy.”

I wasn’t going to say I quite enjoyed some of the sex but did say I hated doing it and this way it meant they knew what I looked like when I left and they would have been caught literally with their pants down. Now there is a reasonable cause without any actual evidence or statements from me which would just raise more questions and give them a chance to get away with it.

He said, “Still, it’s not an easy thing for anyone to have to do.”

I sat there quietly sipping my tea and sneaked looks at him. He was quite nice, maybe late twenties or early thirties but I wondered how easy his life was like growing up, asking him all about it. Turns out while he didn't have an easy life with a silver spoon in his mouth like I thought, but it wasn't a hard one. I sat there quietly after he stopped talking and weighed up some options.

“You can’t tell anyone this, but actually they aren’t the worst men I’ve met since I became a woman. How do you think I have managed to keep a roof over my head since this happened? I can’t do my old job and I have no qualifications for any other, let alone looking like this.”

He looked at me and must have seen it in my eyes and said, “I’m sorry. I really am, I am sorry that no only did you have to do stuff like that, but that your experience as a woman is being clouded by men who think of you that way.”

I didn't know what to say to him, so I just smiled a thank you and carried on sipping my tea as we sat there in silence.

About two hours later there was a knock on the door and my physics teacher got up to answer it and the principal came in. As far as the other three were concerned he was reaching out to my guardians to discuss what he saw, namely me covered in cum leaving the house, and them trying to get dressed as he walked in. Officially I won’t be making a complaint and my guardians aren’t going to go against my wishes but I did say that there were some inappropriate looks from each of them, a couple of unusual and suggestive comments. But with what he saw it’s enough for them to resign at the end of the year in a couple of months. Until then they will always be supervised when around students and never to be alone with students again.

That alone on their records will make it hard for them to ever get a teaching job again, and it gives the school time to recruit new teachers. In the meantime it was suggested I take two days off school. I said, “Wait, you can’t do that to me! What about my classes?”

I looked at them both and started to laugh, adding, “I can’t believe I am actually upset about missing school.”

I ended up taking the week off and had a lot of lessons, reading and homework delivered to me by Evie, with Penny not understanding why I didn’t want to explain my absence as she knew full well I wasn't ill. But when I got back in and went to those particular classes the teachers completely ignored me, and the temporary teaching assistants were really helpful, even if they didn't understand why they were there.

I kept going on dates with Steve, never once inviting him in as I would only need to explain the lack of an adult, which is much easier to explain to a group of girls in your living room. With a horny boy who you’re kissing and doing hand stuff with, well, no adult supervision is almost an invitation. But I was good, I was finally enjoying being a girl and enjoying school, all parts of school including the bits I used to hate, but the friendships I was building was really good. Hell, I even had a boyfriend.

I had to admit, life was actually good right now as we rapidly head towards the summer break. Next year the pressure really begins as I need to focus on my GCSEs, and I’m thinking of doing nine it total, maybe even ten if the teachers think I can do it, but I’m not sure if PE is really worth doing an exam in.

The school year ended and we broke up for the summer and there’s not a huge lot more to say about it really. Now the stuff with those teachers is over and done with I settled into, well, normality as a teen girl. I won’t say I forgot my past, that’s not so easy to do, but I felt more normal than I have in a long time. One funny happened while on my way into school during the last week in that I bumped into my ex wife.

I had stopped in a shop to buy some lunch and she was in there as well, just by chance. I stopped dead when I saw her, and she looked at me with a smile and leant her head to one side trying to work out if she knew me. My eyes were wide open as I saw the recognition flash in her eyes and a big smile came over her face. I tried to pretend that everything was normal and control my heart rate, but she left the store before I got near the till, so as I got back under control I picked up a sandwich and a meal deal and walked out the shop.

She was waiting for me outside.

“Hello, it’s Nicky isn’t it?”

I nodded and felt very scared. Other kids from my school were milling about and walking past, but she smiled and said, “You look adorable by the way.”

I was blushing, I mean, my ex wife has literally caught me dressed as a school girl.

“Listen, I don’t want to hold you up, you obviously have a place to be, but I’m working in the area today, can I pop round later.”

I said, “Um, sure, I guess. Do you still have my address?”

She said yes and that’s it was good to see that I was ok, adding, “I know it sounds weird to say, but you really do look adorable.”

“Oh shut up!”

And I started to giggle and she gave me a hug and said, “Well, I guess I will see you after school.”

And of she went and I headed on to school. It was good to see her, but I was surprised she wanted to pop round later as we hadn’t been in contact for a while now, so the rest of the day was a bit of a blur beyond the teachers reminding us to try and keep up on our reading as next year is when things get tougher for us as we head towards our exams. My physics teacher spoke to me as the class packed up and said he hopes I keep this class next year, and I thanked him saying, “I really like this lesson, I just hope I’m good enough to do it as this level.”

He assured me I was and I went home in a very happy mood ready to meet the ex.

Well, she really was working in the area, and had some news for me and if she hadn’t seen me would have sent a text in a few weeks. She’s getting married in six weeks and I told her how pleased I was for her. She said, “I’ll be honest I never expected to see you again after you changed, but seeing you this morning was just a wonderful surprise. I’ve been thinking about this all day and seeing you here now I am certain, but would you like to be one of my bridesmaids?”

I was stunned, and maybe a little insulted, I mean, I am a ma…. Ok, I’m not a man anymore, but even though we broke up on good terms, going to her wedding in a supporting role is a big deal. She never begged, she just asked me to think it over and let her know by the end of the week so I could get fitted for my dress, and I said I would need to talk it over with Penny.

Well, the ex invited Penny and Evie to come along as well, so after she left I went round to see them. Penny was more worried about me being ok with it, but Evie was excited for me saying how much she loved being the bridesmaid at my wedding, which in itself is a bit of a mindfuck. Anyway, I thought about it all week and on Friday walking home from school I sent a text saying I would do it.

The next day she picked me up and I had a fitting, which I actually really enjoyed and pleased that the dress had a classic look rather than something more hideous like she told me over the phone. Penny and Evie were coming to the wedding and the evening reception, while only I would go to the meal part with all the speeches, pleased I wouldn't need to say anything.

Steve was going to come along for the evening do and when I told the ex that my boyfriend was coming along her eyes went wide and we had quite a funny chat about the hand stuff we were doing and she asked me when I was going to go all the way.

“Just to remind you, he thinks I’m 14 so it’s quite easy to say I’m not ready.”

She looked at me and said, “But you’re not a virgin, that’s quite obvious from the way you look at men.”

I didn’t tell her everything, after all, telling your ex wife that you were once an escort is a lot harder than being her bridesmaid, but I did use what happened as the basis for what I shared. Of course, this meant she shared with me about her first time, and also her first time with her fiancé and I tried not to think about how he might have compared to the old me. Like I said, it’s a bit of a mindfuck.

The wedding day itself was wonderful, and I was really glad I agreed to do it, and her new husband was told that I was the daughter of an old friend, with Penny to all intents and purposes my parent.

In the evening while walking in the park with Steve while the reception was going full strength we kissed, and one thing led to another and I was gathering up my dress to keep it out of the grass when I knelt down to give him a blow job.

I was doing this because I wanted to give my boyfriend something as a thank you while I kept denying him full sex. I wanted him to know that I liked him and I wanted more with him, but I really did need to wait. He seemed happy enough as he came in my mouth and I swallowed, giving him a little treat at that point by letting him push himself into my throat as I held him there.

So blowjobs became a part of my life and each time we were together I would often end up with with his cock in my mouth and I didn’t mind. Yes, he still wanted to have sex with me, but at least now he was getting more than just my hand and seemed to be satisfied.

Penny said to me, “You know you have something on your chin?”

What was a mistake at the wedding was not checking my face when we went back into the reception as yes, there was a drop of his cum on my chin and Penny was the one who told me. Shame at that point I had been holding his hand while talking to my ex and then Evie who both clearly saw it.

I of course touched it and felt it, looked at it on my fingers and for some weird reason thought for a moment it was food and tasted it. My eyes then went as wide as Penny’s, but seeing Evie’s face was when I realised what they all saw me do as I blushed.

I repaired my make up with Evie in the ladies, and I could see was desperate to ask me about it but knew it would wait. The next morning she came round and had a long list of questions you already know the answer to, so no need to go though them all here, but the short version is that yes I swallow and I like it, no we haven’t had sex yet and she wanted a full description of his cock and balls.

I had no idea I had payed such close attention to that part of his body, but yes I could describe it in detail.

Evie said, “I am surprised you haven't had sex with him yet, I mean I had sex ages ago and it’s no big deal.”

I had a lot of questions for her now, but it seems she’s had sex three times with an ex, and the first time it really hurt and I wanted tell her my experience but I had agreed to hold that back for a while. It seems her first time was a bit like mine, apart from him also being inexperienced and didn't last very long. At least unlike me each time she used a condom and I only have very limited experience of that, but at least of my old clients had been tested and screened.

Anyway, that was the summer for me. Giving a lot of blow jobs and only getting head in returns a couple of times. I would only let him go down on my once he had already cum to stop him from trying to slip it in me when he was horny.

Back to school advertisements started appearing and it was time to go shopping for my school uniform, this time without Penny needing to help me, and of course once we got back there were a couple of new teachers who were much nicer that the old ones. Not just that they didn’t expect me to climb into bed with them at the same time, but the whole vibe of the school seemed to change.

I found myself really concentrating on my lessons wanting to do as well as I could, and like everyone else in school we were thinking of the future and making sure we got what we need to do the A levels we wanted. My physic’s teacher became, well, a bit of a mentor to me, giving me some extra reading to help me and some extra tasks and assignments to help me catch up with the others. One day in his class I broke down and started to cry and the girls were all around me at once but I ran to the toilets and locked myself in as the tears came running and I looked like a panda.

I refused to come out and Evie was allowed to sit there and wait for me, making me feel even worse for her missing classes as well, but finally I came out and went and sat in the nurses area for a while as I calmed down. My physics teacher came along to check on me and I found myself fighting to keep control and I said, “Am I really that stupid?”

“What? No. Wait, is that what you think?”

I nodded and said, “That’s why you keep giving me things to read so I can catch up with everyone else as I’m struggling.”

It’s what happened when I first went to school until the teachers just pretty much gave up on me and let me do as little as I needed or wanted to do. He knelt in front of me and took my hands away from my face and told me to look at him.

I could sense Evie from the corner of my eye surprised that a male teacher was kneeling there and holding my hands as I looked up into his eyes.

He said, “I give you that as you’re my best student and I need to challenge you as you’re ahead of the rest of the class.”

It took me a moment to fully understand what he said and I slowly started to smile. I looked at Evie and she said, “Yeah, I’m the one who’s struggling and you’re helping me. I’m the thick one!”

I started to giggle and hug her and the teacher told me to relax and sent Evie back to class as he sat with me and explained more. He thought I just seemed to understand the subject really well, in fact the other teachers had said I’m very good at maths and the science subjects and everyone is trying to push me a little to make sure I do really well.

I started to cry again and he hugged me, getting a look from the nurse for doing it as I’m sure there are rules about these things, but I didn’t care and neither did he, after all he knew the truth. With the principals permission I took the rest of the day off seeing that everyone knew about my mini breakdown and I just relaxed for a bit at home before taking out my books and starting to read.

The next day I was back at school and got a surprise. Today we were being visited by the local member for parliament who just happened to be a cabinet minister in the conservative government. I had never really paid a lot of attention to politics, not even sure if I had ever voted, but a couple of the kids were very aware of who he was and were not happy when they talked about his policies.

We were in English when he walked in with his staff and the principal showing him around. I had my back to him and was trying to get my head round some poetry when he was invited to sit at our table and talk to us. I looked up and got the surprise of my life.

Sitting there was a previous client.

He hadn’t noticed me, but was sure to recognise me as he booked for an overnight each week for two months. For the life of me I couldn't remember his name, or at least the name he used with me, but while he was talking to one of my friends, I finger combed my hair and sat up straighter, trying to project myself how I did while working. He looked over at me smiling at him and did a double take, stopping mid sentence and did that politician thing where they pretend they expected this.

But I saw the sweat on his forehead as I tried to remember exactly when it was he was paying to fuck me.

I said, “Hi, I don’t really know much about politics, can you tell me what you do?”

I used my professional voice, a little huskier, a little bit of sultrier, and a smile with my eyes to say, ‘yes, you paid to fuck this schoolgirl’.

He stammered a little and talked about what he does, but of course now he was sweating quite a bit and his aides were a bit worried and offering to get him water. I wondered if any of them had booked me for him or he did it himself as I took a risk and put my foot out and stroked his leg while smiling at him and licking my lips as he looked at me.

He jumped like it was an electric shock and I looked across at the principal who was watching me closely with a slightly confused look, so I gave a very subtle nod and he got it. This tory minister had paid to use me.

There’s not a lot more to say about the rest of the year beyond taking my exams and the school year finally being over and making plans for what to do for my A levels. I went to chat to the physics teacher and ask him for some advice, saying, “I’m not sure what I want to do.”

He was too bust to talk to me, but got that I really didn’t know what to do, so made a suggestion that to any other girl at this school would have cost him his job; he invited me round that evening.

I wasn’t worried, he knew all about me and we chatted for a couple of hours and he drove me home as I did have school the next day. I think I knew what I wanted to do, but really it all depended on my results and a part of me still thinks I’m not good enough to do much more than be a lorry driver, but he had faith in me.

I hugged him.

School finished with the traditional signing of names on school shirts, silly really as most of us will see each other in sixth form, but it was fun, then it was onto the prom and I was really looking forward to it. I had picked out the dress and I tried it on so many times I was scared to do more than just stand there looking at myself in a mirror in case I ruined it, but I had picked it for Steve.

He was driving now, his mum had given him her car, a VW Polo and he had been spending money on it as his pride and joy. Normally you would go to prom in some weird or unusual vehicle in the UK, but I was going with him and I had decided that tonight was the night, packing three condoms in my clutch.

Evie was being taken by her date, a nice kid who I quite liked and was scared of Penny, a good thing really as while I knew they were having sex, Penny would be furious with how much they were having.

Steve picked me up and gave me a kiss, and we got in his spotless car for the short drive. I didn’t care that I would be going in a boring car, I just cared I was going with him. When he looked me up and down I will admit I had never felt so wanted, so desired in my life and I almost had to give him a blow job to calm him down, but I was worried about ruining my dress.

When we got to the school there was a drop off area for the weird and flash vehicles but he bypassed it heading for the carpark, and I sensed a problem. He was looking for a space but it was packed, and I spotted one, pointing it out for him. It was quite narrow and difficult to get in but not impossible. First he tried to drive into it, then he tried to reverse in and he was so worried about scratching the car he was going as slow as possible and getting nowhere leaving way too much space to turn into the tight space. He was also getting frustrated and going a bit red, but no one was watching him, no one cared.

And then I made a mistake.

Not that I realised it at the time, but I said, “Would you like me to have a go?”

He flashed a look at me and said, “Yeah right, you can’t drive.”

Now I was annoyed and said, “I’ve been driving for years and could get in here.”

He said nothing and kept trying, his pride insisting he could do it, and I said, “Oh for fucks sake, you have plenty of room and I could drive a tank in here!”

“You can’t drive!”

“Wanna bet?”

“You will fuck up my car.”

“I will buy you a new car if there is even a smudge on it.”

And I opened my door, walked round to the drivers side and stood there waiting for him to get out. Finally he did and said “You are not driving my car….Hey, what are you doing!”

I climbed into the drivers seat and put it into reverse, swinging the car straight into the slot and got out locking it as I handed him the keys. “See, it was easy.”

I felt really good about myself, it was the first time I had driven since I changed a year and a half ago, and I did it first time, and in my pink heels. I slipped my arm into his and we walked in. Yes, I could tell he was a bit annoyed, but knew that once we got in there and started dancing he would feel better. I mean, this is a silk dress and I’ve had to go without underwear as the lines show, so he will feel better when he feels me.

But we never danced.

In fact, we hardly talked in there and nothing I could do would pull him out of his bad mood. I suggested we go for a walk around the school, ready to give it up to him anywhere here if it would make him talk to me beyond grunts and single words, but nothing and I had to talk to my friends as I didn’t want to be as rude as him. I danced with them and when I went looking for him he wasn’t anywhere I could see in the hall and we’ve only been here an hour.

I went outside to see if he was maybe sneaking a cigarette somewhere, but none of the places the smokers go had him there, then I walked a couple of the hallways to see if I could find him, but nothing.

So I went to look at his car and it was gone.

He had left me.

It took me two seconds to get over it and go back to the prom.

This is a killer dress and I’m looking forward to showing it off more.