When John Philips goes to college it is the single biggest achievement of his life. Orphaned at a young age he is managing to pay the expensive college fees with the help of an aged benefactor. He moves into a house off campus which he is sharing with three beautiful young women with whome he gets along famously. Studying hard to make a future career for himself and having secured top grades in his first semester everything seems to be going amazingly well, however as fate would have it John's benefactor dies intestate after just his first semester. With no funds coming in the college tells John it will grant him a small bursary for his fees due to his high grades but that he will have to find a means of keeping and feeding himself. In the middle of a recession and with no money John turns to his friends and house mates Susan, Pamela, and Cindy for help. At first he baulks at their novel idea for him to earn some money which would involve him working as a girl but eventually gives in as he has no other choice and this sets him on a road to self discovery he never would have dreamed of taking.....

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John Philips sat in the Dean’s office trying to explain his non payment of fees for the upcoming semester. The Dean, James Dank, sat directly across from him paying careful attention, listening carefully to every word this lightly built young man had to say to him.

“So you see, since my benefactor has died intestate everything he owns will now go to some distant relations he had and the money he was paying to the college for me will be stopped immediately by the estate’s lawyers. I have tried writing to the firm in charge of his estate but they informed me that the relations were a tight-fisted bunch who considered my benefactor to be excessive in the spending of his money on charitable cases. The firm also informed me that if I wish to speak to the relations begging their assistance that it would be to no avail. I tried writing a couple of times again out of desperation but on each occasion the letters came back marked return to sender.”

“Mr. Philips,” said the dean, “your case seems to be one of extreme hardship and it is within my power to waive fees here at the college for a small number of such cases. You grades here are exemplary, straight A pluses and all your professors speak highly of you as a sharp and enquiring mind. For someone who was reared moving from one foster home to another after your parents died your performance is astounding. Therefore I’m going to wave your course fees here for the duration of your degree. However, as regards money for rent, food and your other needs there is nothing I can do. I suggest you get a part-time job to cover these.”

John was ecstatic at hearing the Dean’s pronouncement while at the same time deep down he was also despondent at the thought of trying to find a part-time job that would pay enough to cover his rent and food for the duration of his course. Nonetheless he did not let this show outwardly to the Dean, whom he knew had done all he could to help him as regards the fees–which were a whopping $50,000 per year. He politely thanked the Dean in an enthusiastic manner befitting of what he had just done for him and after they said their goodbyes he headed back to the house he shared near the college.
 
 
When he arrived back the three girls with whom he shared the house were all eating a post-class meal before heading off to their part time jobs. It was four pm and all three of them, Susan, Pamela and Cindy worked in the massive Et du Fem department store in the city centre. It was one of the few places weathering the ongoing recession well, as its clientele were all the wives of the super rich, known in marketing terms as the upper uppers, the people for whom money never mattered. Even where Et du Fem clients–or more likely their husbands–were making losses, their wealth was on such a scale that it didn’t affect their day-to-day spending.

The girls were all dressed in their uniform of low cut white satin blouses, sky blue pencil skirts which hung just above the knee and 3.5” heel matching blue pumps when he walked in. They made quite a fetching sight, all made up and looking their best as it was store policy that its assistants should exude glamour and femininity at all times. Their uniform skirts and jackets were even designed by a top Italian designer, made from cashmere and lined with satin. All three had striking blond hair, were lightly tanned and had fantastic figures and bone structures. It was all he could do to resist the urge he felt in his pants to get an erection just seeing them.

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John continues his job search to complete his college education and the girls make a novel suggestion which he completely rejects–that is until he has no other choice.

Authors Note: All Credit to Gabi for her fantastic editing, she is truly a woman of great talent.

Chapter 2
“Hi, Girls,” said John with a smile on his face, even though he felt down about his prospects of finding work he still could not help but smile at the visions of beauty sitting there at his kitchen table.

“Hi, John,” the three replied practically in unison.

“Want to join us for some dinner?” said Cindy, who was the leader of the pack and also the prettiest, and being the prettiest of these three was no mean feat.

“Sure, if you have some to spare,” replied John, who at this stage was only remembering that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. His stomach began to rumble at the thoughts of getting some food into it and hunger began to overtake his thoughts.

“We have tons,” said Susan the shy one of the group. “Spaghetti Bolognese, and as usual Pamela put on too much of everything, I swear if we get fat it’s going to be all her fault” she smiled.

At this Pamela gave Susan a playful dig in the shoulder and retorted with, “What about the chocolate éclairs at lunch time, miss?”

The three girls laughed at this and John pulled up a chair at the table. Just as he was doing this Cindy smiled at him and said, “Men! It’s not going to serve itself.” She then let out a long exaggerated sigh that could have won her an Oscar.

John smiled back and said, “Sorry, I forgot all of you are posh girls with jobs at Et du Fem and not the usual waitresses I am used to!” At this the three girls all burst out laughing. John who was still smiling got up and found himself a plate from the press and helped himself to a generous portion of the fare from the pot. Looking over at Pamela he said, “I think you were expecting the 7th Cavalry for dinner, there is enough here to feed them all and then some.”

Pamela smiled back and said, “Well it looks like you’re not going to object anyway judging by your plate.”

John sat back down at the table and began to tuck into the food. “Hummmm, very nice, Pamela, I have to complement your cooking, it’s as good as ever.”

“Thanks,” she replied.

“So how are things with you, John,” enquired Cindy.

“Not very good to be honest,” he replied. “My benefactor has passed away intestate and all his tight-assed evil relations who never visited him once in the nursing home, have come into all his property and money. Needless to say they are cutting off my bursary at once.”

“Oh my God, John, that sounds terrible,” Susan said, and all the other girls nodded in agreement.

“Well it’s not as bad as it sounds but it's bad enough,” continued John. “I had a meeting with the dean, and the college will wave my fees but I have to find a job so I can feed myself and pay the rent as well. I don’t think I will be able to afford to stay here past the end of the month as I will have to find somewhere much cheaper to match my much reduced income.”

At this the three girls all seemed to be very down, they all really liked John and enjoyed his sense of humour. Having a man about the place was nice as well when it came to the various DIY bits and pieces that boys have a natural ability for, but that most girls never bother to learn growing up. Also he always treated them with respect. Another guy living with three beauties like these would be constantly hitting on them or trying to take advantage of them if they came home drunk where as John would never dream of being so forward.

“So,” said Susan who got the courage to break the awkward silence that had developed, “are there any prospects of your getting a really good part-time job that would let you afford to keep this place?”

“What kind of job would pay the $2000 a month I have been spending? I had $3000 a month in upkeep payments from my benefactor. That leaves $4000 that I have saved this semester so I could survive for two months. While I know this house is the lap of luxury as regards rental living where am I going to find $1200 to spare for my share of the rent every month. Not being rude I don’t have rich parents like you guys.”

“None of us have rich parents,” interjected Pamela. “We have really good part-time jobs, the girls and I make about $3400 a month after taxes at Et du Fem. What you need to do is find something similar”

John looked at her incredulously; “Pamela,” he said and, looking at Cindy and Susan as well, he continued, “Girls, you all know I am not one to comment on your looks and I never make sexist remarks but, Et du Fem is well-known for hiring only the most beautiful girls in the country let alone the state. And let’s face it, the three of you are good looking enough to be in any Hollywood movie”.

“I resent being accused of making my living from my looks,” said Pamela.

Susan quickly interrupted before Pamela could say anymore; “He's right Pam, we are hot.”

“And we know it,” said Cindy, at which all four of them laughed, breaking the atmosphere of gloom that had descended on the room.

“You know they do employ some guys as well,” said Susan, “I could enquire later when I’m in there if you like, and if they have any openings you could get me a copy of your CV.”

Immediately, John’s ears pricked up on hearing this. “You mean there might be a possibility of me getting a job there?” he said.

“Yes, but only a slim one. I’m not making any promises but Et du Fem take recommendations from their staff before looking at any other CV’s they might be receiving,” replied Susan.

“Okay we'll enquire,” said Cindy, looking at her watch she saw the time. “It’s a quarter to five and we have to start work at five, we better run, girls, if we are to catch that bus.”

“Don’t worry, John, it will be alright” said Pamela.

“Yeah, said John. Maybe I'll wake up as a hot chick tomorrow and have no more money problems,” he joked.

The girls all laughed at this as they headed out the door to work.

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After the girls had left, John sat back on the sofa watching television. He didn’t really concentrate on it, but instead drifted off into his own thoughts. His mood was very melancholy; he knew he had worked hard to get to where he was. He had taken a lot of hard knocks in life and had to overcome many adversities.

He knew there had to be a way to overcome the challenge he was now facing, it couldn’t end like this he would find the money somewhere.

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Later that night Cindy, Pamela and Susan were on the bus coming back home from work.

“While he is cute in a feminine kind of way, I still think this your most hair-brained idea to date, Pamela,” said Cindy.

"Well maybe it is, CINDY,” Pamela snapped back, “but can you think of any other way to help him out?”

“I guess not,” she conceded, “but if we get caught out on this one John won’t be the only one with money troubles and, besides, do you think you can get him to go along with it?”

“Well there's only one way to find out,” said Susan, “None of us have classes or work tomorrow, so if he agrees we can see how it works out then.”

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John was awoken by the sound of the key in the latch as the girls came home from work. He had dozed off on the sofa and was still quite groggy as he acknowledged their entry into the house with a half-hearted “hello.” He was still very down in himself and had no idea what he was going to do.

The girls came in and started making coffee, John noticed the Pamela had four mugs out on the table so he took the opportunity to tell her he didn’t want any, however she insisted and said, “We all need to talk about something.”

“What?” asked John.

“About the possibility of your new job at Et du Fem,” replied Pamela. At this John perked up with a smile on his face and sat at the table where Pamela was pouring the coffee from the freshly brewed pot.

“So tell me about the good news.” John smiled like an enthusiastic little puppy just about to get some fresh mince meat for its dinner.

“Firstly, do you like my uniform, does it look good on me?” asked Susan.

John seemed a bit puzzled by this unusual question but looking at Susan with her lightly curled flowing blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, and fully made up face in her white satin low cut blouse, satin-lined blue pencil skirt, low denier tan pantyhose and blue stilettos, the uniform clinging to every inch of her perfect womanly curves he came to the conclusion that she looked dam good.

“Yes,” he replied, “you look very fetching in it–quite beautiful in fact.”

Susan smiled at him. By this stage all four were now sitting at the table drinking their coffee and dunking some biscuits. Then Pamela opened her mouth and said, “How would you feel about wearing a uniform exactly like Susan’s, skirt and high heels included, to work?”

John’s breath left him as he nearly choked on his biscuits laughing “Are Et du Fem looking for a bearded lady?” he smiled, when eventually he recovered his composure.

“Not exactly,” said Cindy, “they have three openings for new staff because three girls who worked there are doing their medical finals this semester and are leaving due to the pressure of their work load. The problem is that they will only be replaced by three pretty girls.”

“Are ye crazy?” said John, “surely ye are not suggesting what I think ye are suggesting?”

“Well it’s like this,” said Pamela. “We had a discussion over break today, the three of us–and we all agreed–that if you were to remove that silly student beard you keep growing, you have pretty effeminate features, small nose and mouth, large eyes, not a very pronounced chin, you have lovely long hair if you cleaned it properly, and you also have a perfect figure even if it’s missing the necessary curves.”

John seemed a bit taken aback but none the less he knew what she meant. His main reason for sporting the dirty blond student beard had been to compensate for these very features, which when he was somewhat younger had gotten him bullied because he looked so girly. But he was also a staunchly heterosexual male and he was now feeling hurt at this affront to his manhood.

John’s demeanour said it all; the euphoria that had been on him had suddenly disappeared and the despondency had returned to his face.

None the less Pamela continued; “We did some shopping this evening and got some items that we feel would help transform your look completely into that of a very attractive female.”

“How would I explain changing my look so drastically to the other people in my class, it would be pretty clear that my hair was different and my beard gone, and I assume you would be doing something with my bushy eyebrows. Besides I have a deep voice and I haven’t the faintest idea of how to interact with people as a girl. Even if all of you managed to get me to nail the look, it would be Chuck Norris doing the voiceover in a badly dubbed Japanese film.”

“I’m sorry, John,” said Pamela, “but it’s the only way we can get you a job there and we will all be here to coach and help you. As for people in your class noticing changes in you, in all honesty did you bother to get to know any of them over this first semester?”

“I guess I didn’t exactly get to know people, we had no group work and there are over 400 different people between all my subjects, so you would be sitting beside someone different every day,” said John rather sheepishly.

“That settles it then” said Cindy “Tomorrow we are going to see what we can do with you, I will call you at 9am to begin preparations”.

“You will do no such thing,” said John, “Listen, thanks for the offer but I’ll be up tomorrow at nine am to call recruitment agencies and get a proper job, not one where I’ll be prancing around like some freak of a drag queen. Besides have any of you thought of how embarrassing this would be for me if we got caught? All of you would probably lose your good jobs for a start. I’m off to bed, I will see you in the morning for breakfast and I will start my recruitment agency search.”

The girls looked a little disappointed that they couldn’t put their theory to the test, however they couldn’t force this on John and he had made his decision.

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The next morning John was up early, as he had stated he would be the night before. He gave from eight am until eleven on the internet and on the phone, e-mailing and ringing various recruitment agencies. Time and time again it was the same response, “We would like to thank you for your interest in X&Y Limited Mr. Philips but unfortunately we have no positions available at this time.”

As the clock turned eleven, John became more and more depressed. The girls had all had good lie in for themselves as they had no urgent requirement to rise early. Eventually Pamela rose about eleven-fifteen. She appeared out into the kitchen in her dressing gown and slippers and although wearing no makeup and with her hair a complete mess she was still very attractive and her natural beauty still shone through.

“Hi, John, how’s your job search going?” she enquired. That was all it took to bring it home to John that the job search was a futile effort. He tried to answer her but couldn’t, he found his voice choking in his oesophagus and tears welling up in his eyes. To Pamela’s surprise he ran upstairs to his room closing the door quickly behind him before she could see him cry.

Pamela went and roused the other two girls who were still soundly sleeping. She had passed John’s room on the way and could hear the sobs coming from within. “Quickly,” she said to them, “it's best we confront him now, all together, he needs our help but he won’t admit it.” The other two, with a little reluctance, agreed and followed her.

Pamela knocked on John’s door and the sorrowful voice came from within; “I’m sorry, but I need some time alone.”

“Either you are coming out here now, John, or I–I mean we are all coming in.” When there was no reply Pamela placed her hand on the door knob and began to turn it.

Click! The latch opened and Pamela slowly opened the door to see John looking a sorry sight lying face down on his bed crying.

Pamela stepped into John’s neatly kept room and sat beside him on the bed laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Listen, John, I know things are really bad for you right now, but we just want to help, and in years to come when you are telling your wife and kids about how you got through college working as a girl they will all have a good laugh at it. No one will ever know except us four, isn’t that right, girls?” she said.

“Yes of course,” replied the other two in unison.

“It won’t work,” sobbed John as he turned on his back to look up at them from two big red tearful eyes.

“We won’t know unless you give it a try,” said Cindy.

“Yeah, you have to let us try first,” added Susan.

John looked pensive for a minute, almost lost in deep thought as his mind tried to work out the pros and cons of what the girls wanted him to do. It was a big ask for a heterosexual male, but was it just his male ego he was letting get in the way of his entire career.

Who cared that his hairstyle might look a little girly or that his eyebrows would be a bit on the tight side for the average boy except him. It wasn’t as though he would have to build close friendships with his class mates to get on in life. He knew that if he kept up his current results he would be straight into Harvard medical school for his post grad, even if he was more reclusive than Howard Hughes and less well-liked than your average mugger. After weighing the pros and cons he could only come to one decision.

“Okay,” said John, “Let’s give it a try.”

 

“John felt funny sitting there on the bed wearing his pink bikini brief panties while cupping his breasts in his hands.”

Chapter 3

After having some coffee John calmed down and accompanied the girls back to his room. They had an array of different beauty products and took turns about explaining each of them to him.

“Firstly this is a depilatory cream called Veet,” said Pamela. “We’re going to use this on your upper body and your legs. You will have to use this about once a week to stay hair free.”

“Because you can’t use a depilatory cream on your face, we're going to use these,” said Cindy; she was holding up a packet of Sally Hansen wax strips.

“Waxing your face will really hurt at first, but will allow you not to have to shave for up to a month at a time,” Susan explained.

And so it was the girls set to work on the first steps to prepare John for his temporary feminisation.

After getting him to strip down completely–which he found terribly embarrassing–they applied the depilatory cream all over his body. Even his pubic region and his anal cavity didn’t escape!

Next they sent him to the shower where he washed away both the cream and his body hair. As he shampooed his body afterwards John felt a small shiver down his spine. He couldn’t help but like the luxurious feeling of his smooth soft arms and legs.

After he emerged from the shower and had dried off the next step was some light spray-on tan, which Pamela said would have to be reapplied about every two weeks. She also mentioned, “This can be done easier at the beauty salon once you are a girl.”

Seeing the shocked look on John’s face at her slip-up in using the words: once you are a girl, Pamela decided not to extrapolate any further on this comment.

After his tan had dried Cindy handed John a pair of pink lace bikini briefs, they had a floral design and a satin gusset. She explained to him that they had bought these and a number of other pairs of various panties for their hidden gaff.

Cindy handed John a printout of an internet page with some instructions on how to push his testes up into his body. It also demonstrated how to tuck his penis both with and without a gaff. John retired to the bathroom happy to no longer have his full nakedness on display to the young ladies–even if it meant wearing pink panties!

He followed the instructions carefully and was happily surprised that tucking his testicles away was nowhere near as painful as he had imagined. Then he put one foot followed by the other into the pink bikini briefs. He hesitated for a moment before pulling them all the way up; knowing deep down inside that as soon as he put them on he would have crossed a threshold he could never have imagined crossing before this morning.

Taking a deep breath John pulled the briefs up and inserted his penis into the gaff. Once he felt the elastic of the briefs cling to the curves of his body just above his hip; he knew for the first time in his life he was wearing women’s panties.

John caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; leaving the fact he still had a beard aside; his southern region now looked completely girl. There was a perfectly flat curve at the front of his panties where a vagina would be. He turned around and looked over his shoulder and dared to admire his pert bottom looking “bootylicious” in the feminine attire.

John had always had what could only be best described as a girl’s ass, it always stuck out more than a boy’s one should. Now for the first time in his life he found himself admiring it.

Then something happened that frightened him; he could feel a strong sexual urge between his legs. He didn’t get an erection as the gaff prevented sufficient blood flow. The satin gusset felt absolutely heavenly between his legs and he couldn’t stop admiring the way he looked. When he regained his composure a fleeting thought crossed his mind: “I hope I’m not going to like this too much!”

John came back out from the bathroom to the girls who put him sitting in a swivel chair at the dressing table. “It’s a good job the landlord put dressing tables in all the rooms; it will be so essential when you’re doing your own makeup, John,” said Susan.

They immediately got to work on John’s beard. First they used a beard trimmer to shorten the hair, but not to remove it completely; as a nice length was required for the waxing to work. Then came the wax strips; and they hurt like hell. John winced at every pull.

“Still sounding like a boy,” said Cindy, “a girl would grin and bear it for the sake of beauty.”

When she was finished doing his face, Cindy attacked Johns eyebrows; carefully moulding them into a thin feminine shape. When she was finished she let out a small gasp, “Oh my God, you really do have a girl’s face,” she exclaimed.

“I know,” replied John, “that’s why I grew my beard in the first place.”

John looked in the mirror and even though his long blond hair was still tangled and boyish the shaped eyebrows brought out his round girlish eyes. No matter how he tried he could see a lot more girl than boy in the face gazing back at him from the mirror.

He had always had very girlish features: round chin, small mouth and nose, large eyes, high cheek bones. However he had always managed to mask them since his mid teens with a dirty student beard and bushy eyebrows. Now that Cindy had stripped those well-cultivated protections away, these feminine features were beginning to shine through again.

“Now to the bathroom,” said Susan; “I need the sink there while I cut your hair.”

At this John gave her a worried look.

“Don’t be troubled,” said Susan, “I worked as a hairdresser for three summers in a row before college.” She gave him a gentle shove, smiled, and herded him in the bathroom door.

Susan put John sitting in a swivel chair near the sink in his en-suite.

“Just make sure I’ll be able to go to college without getting laughed out of the place,” John said.

What John didn’t know was that she was busy styling some very feminine long bangs that would be swept to the left side in the style she was creating. She slightly darkened some of it with highlights; but still left him unmistakeably platinum blonde. To John all this time was just a seemingly endless experience of washing and cutting, as Susan had covered the mirror so he couldn’t look, lest he would object.

When she was finished John wanted to look. The other girls were staring at him. He couldn’t bring himself to believe it, but he thought their gaze to seem slightly envious!

They brought him back out to the bedroom. He noticed they had covered both the full length mirror on his wardrobe and the mirror on his dressing table. Cindy went to a bag in the corner of the room and pulled out what seemed to be a very large box. She opened it quickly and pulled out what looked like too out of shape balloons.

“These are C-cup breast forms,” Cindy explained. “While I know all guys like large breasts, these will be plenty big enough on your frame.”

Despite being ready to shiver in his boots at the thought of things to come John could only laugh at Cindy’s remark, saying, “I think guys like large breasts on women, not on themselves.”

The girls all burst out laughing as well, realising the humour in the situation.

John was only 120 pounds and 5’8” so he was very skinny for a guy; but perfect for the task at hand. Susan and Pamela put John sitting down and applied an adhesive gel to his chest; while Cindy put the forms in place and then got John to hold them, one in each hand.

John looked kind of nervous sitting there; and had enquired about the adhesive saying, “I hope you’re not using super glue?”

To which Cindy replied, “No, silly, it’s only semi-permanent, you use a few drops from this bottle in some hot water to remove them”.

John felt funny sitting there on the bed wearing his pink bikini brief panties while cupping his breasts in his hands. When about five minutes had passed Cindy told him to let go and for the first time he felt the weight on his chest. He had to admit that it wasn’t an unpleasant weight. In fact deep down inside it felt kind of natural; like it should have always been there.

Next Pamela handed him a bra which matched the panties he was wearing only with a bit more satin on the cups. She showed him how to clip it in front; then turn it around; place your breasts in it and pull up the straps.

Looking down at the lace and satin bra encompassing his breasts brought the reality of what was happening home to John. The breasts looked really well; they matched his tanned skin tone perfectly and were as good as any pair he had seen on a real girl.

Next Susan handed him a pair of opaque black pantyhose. John looked at the label on them and they were made by a company called Woolford. Susan showed him how to roll them up and put them on one leg at a time using her hand. Then she got John to put them on.

All the self-denial in the world couldn’t stop him from enjoying the experience of the soft sensual pantyhose as they slid up his smooth legs. For a fleeting moment John almost forgot why he was doing this and revelled in the feeling.

Then, before they would fully reveal to him what he was going to be wearing, the girls started on his make-up. Again it seemed like an age to John as they ‘poked and prodded’ at his eyes and rubbed foundation all over his face. They even put false fingernails on him which had nice white tips.

When they had finished, Susan produced a long sleeved grey satin wrap D&G dress. The hem stopped short about 4 inches above John’s knee. It didn’t have a collar but had a V-neck line which just showed the start of the cleft in John’s cleavage. It tied at the waits with a matching satin belt. Quite reluctantly and secretly John revelled in the luxurious feel of the satin.

Cindy then gave him a pair of knee high black Prada boots. John, not being completely ignorant of labels, enquired how they could afford all this. Susan told him that they get huge discounts in Et du Fem and that some customers often leave tips in the form of vouchers for clothes the girls would really like.

“So nothing but high end designer labels for you from now on, Miss,” she joked.

John slipped his feet into the Prada boots. “How did you know I was a size 8 shoe size?” he asked.

“We didn’t,” laughed Cindy, “this is the largest size regular women’s shoes come in.”

Cindy then showed him how to do the zip in the boots without catching them in his pantyhose. He liked the feeling of the soft lining in the boots against his pantyhose and the leather was almost paper thin and sensually soft.

Cindy then bade John to try standing up in the 4” heels. He was a little wobbly at first but quickly found his balance thanks to the help of Cindy’s arm.

“Now try taking a few steps on your own,” she said.

John stepped forward tentatively–heel to toe, heel to toe–just like the girls kept telling him. He gingerly placed one foot directly in front of the other; walking like a girl as he had been instructed. After about fifteen minutes of this he was walking unaided without as much as a wobble. “A real natural; I wish I took to heels this well,” said Cindy, at which the others laughed.

When they were happy that he could walk in heels the girls made him sit down again. Pamela produced an ear piercing gun that she had borrowed for the jewellery department of the store and pierced John’s right ear (he having a single piercing in his left already).

“I know it’s not recommended for a first time piercing, but, I couldn’t resist these,” said Cindy, as she held up the dangly gold earring; which was the companion to the one Pamela used to pierce John’s ear.

John moaned, “won’t I have to wear this for about six weeks now?”

“No,” said Susan, “It will be a bit sore but you can replace it with a stud in class if you like. Just leave your other ear without an earring.”

Finally it was time to let John see the finished product and the girls were really excited. John was scared as they pulled the sheet away from the mirror, giving him his first glimpse of his female self in the full. And then he nearly fainted when he saw it. Only that the girls helped to steady him or he would have hit the deck.

John looked incredulously at the stunningly beautiful woman in the mirror. She stared back at him in a similar manner; her lush lipstick covered red lips parted in a shocked looking gaze.

“Oh my God; I look the exact same as–I can’t say it,” said John.

“Well then, I will,” said Cindy, “Jessica Alba!”

“Yeah, I’d ask you for Jessica Alba’s autograph if I didn’t know you,” said Pamela.

“When I was styling your hair I couldn’t help but notice the resemblance,” said Susan, “so I ended up doing it just like hers.”

“Well I guess this means my looks will meet the job requirements,” said John.

“More than, girl!” said Cindy, “I’m jealous of you already, and I know the girls are too; you’re easily the sexiest of the four of us.”

The three girls then gave John a warm hug and welcomed his new alter ego into the world.

“Have we still got that bottle of Jack Daniels downstairs in the cupboard?” asked John.

“Yeah; we have; I think we all need a drink,” said Cindy.

They went down to the kitchen; John walking very carefully down the stairs for the first time in high heels. He loved the feeling of his satin dress swishing against his pantyhose as he walked; and the high heels felt divine and natural. He dare not admit it to the girls but he felt sexy and alive for the first time in his life.

However much as he tried to hide this, Cindy’s keenly trained intuition told her differently. She watched John’s confident female swagger as he walked in front of her to the cupboard.

‘He is a smoking hot babe, and what’s more he knows it. By this time next year we will be referring to you as her on a more permanent basis,’ she thought.

Then another thought crossed Cindy’s mind, the seed of a plan that would speed John’s feminisation along. As quickly as it came into her head, it left it again as she put it to the back of her mind. ‘I will give it a couple of weeks’ she thought, ‘just to make sure.’

Cindy sat down at the table and picked up the glass of whiskey that John had poured for her. "So have you picked a girl’s name for yourself yet?" she asked.

Susan, Cindy and Pamela sat around the table with the very beautiful looking John. They were slowly sipping their whisky while John was pondering upon the question Cindy had just asked him.

“Hmmh” he said as he turned to look at her; “haven’t really given much thought to that, guess I can’t introduce myself to whoever will be interviewing me as John”.

“No you can’t!” said Cindy. “Also I don’t feel very comfortable calling you John right now; especially while looking at Jessica Alba’s doppelganger,” she giggled.

“Well I guess I will go with Linda Anne Granger; that was my mother’s name” said John.

“I always liked the name Linda,” said Susan, and all the girls nodded in agreement.

“Pleased to meet you Linda,” smiled Cindy.

“I think that going forward the three of us should refer to John as Linda when speaking to him; he has to get used to it,” said Pamela. Cindy and Susan agreed with her.

“So what do you think of you new look Linda?” asked Pamela.

At this Linda started to blush and was hesitant in answering. “It’s ok,” said Cindy, “You can tell us if you like it; I certainly would love looking that good.”

Linda smiled back at her, “well, I must admit I look much better than I thought I would; and to be truthful I never thought women’s clothes would feel so good to wear”.

“I for one never get dressed in anything but silky lacy lingerie,” said Pamela, “In fact I can’t understand why guys don’t wear something similar, it feels so dam good.”

“So do you feel sexy looking that good Linda?” asked Susan. “That’s not something I have thought about, I defiantly feel more comfortable than I thought I would,” replied Linda, his male ego getting in the way of admitting to himself just how good he felt.

“Well I don’t think we are going to sit around all day here drinking whiskey,” said Pamela, “I think we need to take Linda shopping so she can have some clothes of her own to wear.”

“Hang on there one minute” said Linda, “no one said I would need anything other than a Uniform for work.”

“We figure that outside of college you should spend as much time as a girl as is possible; that way you should have no slip ups,” said Susan.

“There is a lot of work in being a convincing girl, and even more so in being a convincing lady; and perfect ladies is what Et du Fem requires” said Cindy. “So when you are not in college you need to be in girl mode as much as possible, I even reckon that there is no reason you couldn’t attend lectures in girl mode as well. It’s not like any of the other students really know you and with 300 in a class the lecturers don’t even know or care who attends”.

“Cindy is right,” said Pamela; “you will make so much money over the next few years that it will be worth it. And they have full time work for us during the summer when the staff are always on holidays paying over $7,000 take home pay per month plus commission”. “And at Christmas as well,” interjected Susan.

“The way I see it” said Cindy, “is that the only time you will need to be John is that day you are sitting an exam. Other than that you should be Linda if you are really going to pull this off”.

“Here you go Linda,” said Pamela, as she handed him a black satin jacket that came to about mid thigh. “black always goes well with grey and you will need this as its rather chilly out.”

“You will need this as well,” she said; giving him a black clutch bag; “I have put some make-up and your wallet into it, must get you a purse of your own too.”

Linda slowly got up from his chair, he was feeling very confused; “so basically, all of you think that I will be spending most of my time as Linda; this isn’t exactly something I was bargaining for,” he said.

He continued, “What do I do if someone recognisee’s me? How do I date girls I like? If ye even stopped to think ye are asking me to spend the next four years as a girl; that is just plain crazy!”

“Well it’s either embrace the ‘inner girl’ or go and work the dollar and dime job until you can afford to go back to college. Besides you will have plenty of time for dating and all that afterwards. Between work and study you aren’t going to have much time for anything else and as for a social life will you can come out with us occasionally if you have the time. Just think of it as having three dates all at once,” smiled Cindy.

Linda paused in thought for a minute and then said with a rather dejected look on his face, “I guess you are right, but remember I am terrified of walking out that front door like this.”

“Don’t worry girl,” said Pamela, “You will have us to protect you.”

Linda found himself sitting on the couch watching television while the other three went upstairs for twenty minutes getting ready for the shopping trip. This was the first time he found himself alone while dressed as a girl outside of the bathroom.

He found himself looking in the mirror a lot. His hair looked kind of short in the mirror due to the pony tail that the girls had put it in. However he had to admit that it really suited him.

He was partly admiring the beautiful woman looking back at him and partly worrying how on earth he was going to look like John for even sitting exams. He couldn’t help but admire the now female contours of his body and thought to himself that he would love to date himself!

As for the way he was dressed, the delicate fabrics of the garments the girls had picked out for him felt wonderful, from the satin and lace pink bikini briefs and bra to the wonderful feel of the black panty hose against his satin dress and Prada boots.

He also liked the feeling of walking in stilettos and looking at how shapely his legs were and how good his bum looked he easily understood why girls liked them too. In fact he said he would never question again why girls were so obsessed with clothes, and sub-consciously he was looking forward to trying on the wide choice available to them.

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To Be Continued...

Eventually the girls were ready and the four left for town. The trip in was uneventful, although Linda did think at first that he was getting a few stares from guys; he soon realised that they were attracted to him and not looking because they thought he was a freak.

On arrival at the shops Linda didn’t really know what to do, and felt guilty at first even looking at the windows of the women’s boutiques. Also he brought up the fact that he hadn’t any money to buy clothes. However Cindy totally shocked him when she said that the wardrobe would cost about $8,000 and that he would easily be able to pay them back from his summer commission.

While the girls were there to advise Linda, they were trying also to instruct him on the various aspects of women’s fashion. Things he would be expected to know as a girl and more importantly would have to know if he was to be a successful employee of Et du Fem.

Pamela picked up about 10 different women’s high fashion magazines featuring all the latest looks and styles and told Linda that these would be his study material for the next week.

When it came to picking out clothes Linda had done very little by the way of input and was only giving monosyllabic answers. This eventually infuriated Cindy who said, “Listen there’s no need to act all macho and reluctant about this–just let yourself go. If you like the look of something on you just say so. If something catches your eye and you want to try it on just do. And most importantly if something makes you feel feminine and sexy, just buy it.”

Linda was slightly taken aback by this outburst but agreed to try and be more helpful; especially as they had a long day ahead with a lot of shopping to do.

First up it was Victoria’s Secrets for lingerie and other essentials. The girls were quite impressed with the fact that Linda picked out practically all satin and lace lingerie. The excuse he gave was ‘well I may as well get into it’, but deep down he knew he enjoyed wearing it.

Linda got another shock when Pamela said he had to pick out some negligees for night wear. This was something he hadn’t been bargaining on but the girls insisted that he should try and get into the role as much as possible and Susan added, “Besides there’s nothing as sensual as sleeping in a satin and lace negligee.”

Then they went and got some casuals like jeans and skirts, loads of tops in different colours and styles and different cocktail dresses, none of which went below the knee for evenings out. Linda thought he was going to collapse from running in and out of changing rooms such were the amounts of clothes he had to try on.

Then the girls advised him to pick out a couple of nice skirt suits to have for more conservative occasions. He picked out a black one with a pencil skirt and a long sleeved crop jacket by Gucci and really surprised the girls by also picking a really feminine pink one. He then settled on matching satin camisoles for these suits.

After that came the shoe shopping. Ten different pairs of stiletto pumps had to be bought, all by Christian Louboutin in several different colours and styles; but all with 4” heels. Then a couple of pairs of ballet flats by Prada and a pair of brown Prada boots (as Linda already had the black ones). Finally a couple of pairs of really over the top strappy sandals with 5” heels that were only suitable for a night club.

Finally just as Linda thought he was done the girls pulled him into a very up-market boutique that sold evening dresses. “There are always a couple of formals you will have to attend during the year if you work for Et du Fem,” said Pamela.

The first thing Linda noticed was that there were no prices on the dresses; Cindy told him that they were expensive but that the boutique was so up-market that it considered it vulgar to put prices on anything. “Besides,” she said, “most of the customers who frequent here wouldn’t bother to ask the price only charge it. But as Et du Fem employees we get all the stock at cost here.”

Walking around looking at the different beautiful evening dresses changed something in Linda’s mind. ‘My gosh,’ he thought, ‘these really are beautiful, and I do want to try them on, in fact I can’t wait to try them on.’

Pamela who had been observing Linda carefully then said, “Go on let that excitement your feeling show, any girl gets excited when faced with a choice of gorgeous dresses like these.”

“Ok,” replied Linda, “but I hope ye won’t think I’m gay or transvestite or anything if I do say I’m actually looking forward to trying on some of these!” At this the girls all gave him a hug and said it was only natural under the circumstances that Linda would want to wear dresses like these.

However Cindy quietly smiled to herself thinking, ‘I was right, he–or should I say from now–she is getting so into all this that it will be only a short time before she will be a permanent addition to our group.

Cindy was right; Linda was revelling in the experience of trying on the evening dresses. He or should I say she (as in a short time the male was rapidly getting abandoned in Linda’s thoughts) tried on about 25 dresses before making a decision on two of them.

The first one was a simple yet elegant not quite full length one off D&G original. It was black satin, off one shoulder with a grey trim around the top just over the bust line. It’s simple lines looked fantastic on Linda’s splendid figure.

The second one was quite the opposite. It had a gold bodice with single thin halter strap around the neck to hold it up the corset. The corset itself was satin and cut low on the bust showing plenty of cleavage. The skirt of the dress was made from gold chiffon and embroidered with a wonderful silver lace pattern; it was a full bodied skirt with a slight train at the back and fell in length to the floor.

The girls were almost jealous themselves of the wonderful gold dress, designed by Marc Jacobs for Louis Vuitton. They could see Linda and how happy ‘she’ looked in it and Linda ‘herself’ also realised how happy ‘she’ was in it.

They could see the transformation from whiny bearded boy that morning to beautiful young woman that evening; especially when Linda uttered those totally feminine words, “oh I have to get some new shoes to go with this”.

After getting the new shoes to match the gold dress, they then went through the final and most important part of the female shopping ritual, the purchase of accessories. Several hand bags just had to be purchased; all Louis Vuitton, Hermes, Prada and D&G of course. Then there were pairs of earrings, some bracelets, gold and silver chains, pearls and a few other nice pieces of costume jewellery.

Linda also got a lovely set of diamonique jewellery for formal wear that also included a lovely ladies watch which she wore there and then.

The girls giggled as Linda nearly went into melt down when she saw the final bill. It came to nearly $9,000. “I have never spent so much in my entire life,” she said, “I hope this job pays as much as ye say it does!”

“Don’t worry it will,” said Cindy, with a smile. All you have to worry about now is getting everything right over the next week before the interview.

“Have you much on in college over the next couple of days?” asked Pamela.

“No, only two lectures, not very important, both in my strongest subjects,” replied Linda

“Then maybe it’s best if you take the next few days off, and we have the February break next week so if we arrange an interview for Friday week that gives us 10 days to have you perfect.”

“I guess you’re right,” said Linda, “the lectures aren’t that important and my voice needs a lot of work.”

“Your voice isn’t actually bad at all, it’s only your imagination,” said Cindy

“Yeah when you speak low right now your sounding like a girl even if I close my eyes and ignore your looks,” said Pamela.

“Things like walking, deportment, fashion knowledge, and yes, like it or not, you’re going to have to learn all about periods and stuff like that as well,” laughed Susan.

“Next thing ye will have me wearing tampons,” laughed Linda. “No, but you will learn all about using them so you won’t seem like a dumb ass when they come up in conversation,” smiled Cindy.

And so for the next 10 days Linda’s intensive training to pass as a convincing 19 year old girl began. In this time she totally amazed the girls with how quickly she adapted.

Her high intelligence also stood to her as she read and practically memorized all the fashion magazines in a couple of days. In less than a week she was fully up to date with all the brand names. What colours were in the previous few seasons and what was expected for the next. She quickly caught up on the lingo for all the myriad of different styles, cuts, colours and fabrics of women’s clothes.

By the end of the first five days of fashion training Linda was able to make five trendy outfits that matched to the girl’s expectations from a random pile of clothes, shoes and accessories they had put out on the couch. All were very impressed and said it was almost exactly as they would have done themselves.

During this time also Linda could feel herself growing more and more into the roll. The night of the shopping trip she had her first night’s sleep in a satin and lace negligee and had found her male member rising erotically to the experience.

Linda had tried fighting the urge to masturbate but between the sensuous feeling of wearing the red negligee and how sexy she felt looking like she did the urge eventually overcame her. A first no thoughts were in her mind as she gently rubbed her male member but gradually as she came to a crescendo all thoughts were focused on how good she felt dressed as a girl and how sexy she looked.

That night Linda had reached an orgasm she had previously thought unreachable. The following morning while she felt slightly guilty about the pleasure she was beginning to take from the experience she even did her own make-up using a helpful article in a magazine.

To the girls surprise the morning after the shopping trip when they got up Linda was in the kitchen fully made up, her hair in reasonable condition, wearing a red satin short sleeved cami, tight blue jeans, ballet shoes and of course hidden away underneath, her Victoria’s Secrets lingerie.

Over the course of that week and a half Linda really grew into the role. She perfected her voice, walk, mannerisms, and even let the girls teach her to flirt. She worked really hard on the internet as well looking up all the latest styles and was more than able to hold her own in conversations about fashion.

The Monday night before the scheduled interview she went to the local nightclub with the girls. Monday nights were student nights; fake ID’s coupled with cheap shots of vodka and $2 beers. Only students and shift workers could be found out on Mondays as the rest of the normal population had the inconvenience of work on Tuesday mornings!

Linda wore a low cut Calvin Klein black dress that clung tightly to her feminine figure and fell just above her knee, only two flimsy straps held the revealing bust in place. It certainly left nothing to the imagination. She decided to leave her legs bare to show off her tan as she knew the nightclub would be well heated. She wore a pair of black Jimmy Choo strappy sandals with 5” metallic heels. She finished off the look with a nice gold chain, some matching dangly earrings and a couple of bangles on her left wrist; she wore her diamonique watch on the other wrist.

When she arrived down stairs at the same time as the other girls they were very impressed with her presentation and make-up. The only thing they found slightly out of place was her hair which Pamela considered needed a little more volume. But then as Susan said, “It takes years to become a hairdresser and even longer to manage it yourself.”

The girls also couldn’t help but notice that Linda had added the touch of painting her toenails a bright red colour, something that was definitely her own initiative. While Linda was gone to the bathroom just before heading out Susan couldn’t help but remark, “John; I mean Linda, seems to be getting more feminine every day.”

“I agree,” said Pamela, “Only yesterday I had a conversation with her and I don’t believe I was speaking with a guy; it’s like John is disappearing.”

Cindy then spoke up, “from the first day we transformed John into Linda I got the impression that he, she, liked it a bit too much. I don’t mean it exactly like that, but I think we trigged something off here and well I think Linda likes who she is becoming.”

“Ha-ha,” laughed Susan, “next thing she will be rummaging through our birth control pills to grow some real breasts.”

“Maybe we could give her a helping hand there,” said Cindy.

“Surely you don’t mean slip hormones in her breakfast cereal,” said Pamela.

“No silly, besides she is always up before us,” smiled Cindy.

“I think I should have a serious chat with her in a few days time about how she is feeling about all this. Maybe offer her a month’s supply of birth control pills if she would like to see how they make her feel. They would save her the embarrassment of going to a doctor if she didn’t like the effects.”

“Besides,” said Pamela, “there was a transsexual in my home town who had to have six months of assessment before the doctor would even prescribe him hormones.”

The girls could hear a door opening and closing upstairs. “Ok she is coming back down, let’s see how her interview goes because she may well dump all this quicker than we think if anything goes wrong,” said Susan.

“That might not be the worst thing in the world, our handyman has been replaced by a princess who doesn’t want to break a nail,” laughed Pamela, who just finished her comment out of earshot of the returning Linda.

The other two girls couldn’t hold their giggles following Pamela’s sarcastic comment which led Linda to smile and enquire, “So what’s the big joke?”

“Oh just talking about a red neck Pamela used to date years ago; he was straight out of the Beverly Hillbillies but he had a nice ass,” said a quick thinking Susan; fully knowing that cute guys asses was one subject Linda wasn’t ready to broach with them in any shape or form.

The rest of the night went very well. They enjoyed each other’s company over the many low price drinks on offer and the night club was pretty full with students. Linda was doing really well chatting to friends of the girls and passing very convincingly.

She did get a fright a couple of times when impolite guys caught her by the ass. And she did notice she was attracting quite a bit of male attention, however the girls had her trained well and she dealt with it admirably under the circumstances.

The one thing Linda found disconcerting about this was that she seemed to actually like the attention; ‘NOT THAT SHE WAS ATTRACTED TO GUYS!’ she thought; but that it gave her confidence in her role as a woman.

As the night wore on she found herself enjoying how nervous guys were when the approached her. She even laughed at the cheesy chat up lines they used and liked the little complements about how well she looked, especially the ones where they compared her to a model and a Hollywood actress.

She had to admit to herself that she was taking a liking to the new her. The clothes certainly felt good, and she did feel very sexy and beautiful. This being a girl thing wasn’t so bad after all, in fact it was very nice and something she was glad she was getting to experience.

Later in the night Linda went to the fairly crowded bar to get a round of drinks. When she reached the bar counter it was busier than usual and she was finding it hard to get in the queue; a couple of ignorant guys pushed into her spot; and wearing 5” heels she was in no position to get into a pushing match.

A young doctor; who had just finished his shift; was standing only a few yards from Linda and saw her plight came to her rescue. When she saw him approaching she was in no mood to listen to yet another guy and was ready to give him the 30 second push-off when he said, “I’m sorry miss but I couldn’t help noticing those guys push you out of the way, my friend is next in the queue, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind getting your order for you if you like.”

Now if Linda had been born and raised as a girl she would have had no problems in letting the guy get her drinks without engaging in too much conversation. As all girls know guys will always jump at the opportunity to help a ‘Babe’, and no matter how gentlemanly they are about it a street wise girl would still be on her guard.

But this was the type of thing that Linda could only learn through experience and she had fallen straight into the honey trap. After the guy whose name turned out to be Dave had returned with her drinks she agreed to join him for a couple of vodka shots at a nearby table. She dropped off the drinks to the girls and gave them no chance to advise her as she just said, “I will be back in a few minutes”.

Linda joined Dave at the table, it was one of those typical night club tables about 4 feet high with nowhere to sit, in fact it acted more like a free standing bar counter to hold drinks and lean on than a proper table. This of course gave Dave the opportunity to stand close to Linda as there were no seating arrangements to worry about.

In the meantime Pamela caught a glimpse of them on the way back from the toilets and rushed back over to where the other two girls were sitting.

“You are not going to believe this, but Linda is chatting to the most handsome guy I have ever seen,” she said.

“You’re joking?” said Susan

“What does he look like?” enquired Cindy

“About 6’2’, 25 years old or so, dark brown hair, amazingly good skin, great tan, about 170lbs and strong well toned muscles, blue eyes. Oh and he has a really cute ass. They just seem to be chatting though. She definitely wasn’t showing any sexual interest.”

“Maybe I should go and join them?” smiled Cindy, “Would be a shame to have a specimen like that wasted on Linda seeing as she has never passed one remark about a guy in all the time I know her!”

“Leave her alone,” said Pamela.

Pamela then continued with a chuckle, “She has to get used to chatting to people on her own. Besides its kind of funny to see a guy that good looking who probably pulls some model type every night he is out wasting his time trying to get in Linda’s panties.”

Back at the table Dave probably had more drink on offer than Linda had bargained for. He had a full bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. The two really hit it off and really enjoyed each other’s company. They rapidly found that they had an awful lot in common from an interest in science to politics and sports.

Linda was also really impressed that Dave was a doctor as this was the route she herself was planning on taking one day; and she really impressed him with her medical knowledge. When Dave heard her grade point average was 4.0 he told her medicine wasn’t going to be a problem for her, but that she should consider rocket science as an alternative!

Neither of them felt the time go by and both knew that they were making real friends. Now Dave being well experienced with girls knew that it was time to make his move and he slyly manoeuvred his hand to where it was gently holding Linda’s upper arm.

Linda not being street wise yet and a little tipsy took no notice of the gesture and continued chatting away. Of course Dave took this as a sign of approval from her and used the opportunity to move in even closer. During a slight lull in the conversation he used the opportunity to complement Linda on how beautiful she looked.

Linda now being very tipsy and feeling far too safe in Dave’s company for her own good thanked him; then foolishly returned the compliment as she wanted Dave to feel good about himself; she said “and you are a very handsome man!”

Dave being a guy took this as an invitation to lean in and kiss Linda. She was in total shock as his lips locked against hers and he gently slid his tongue into her mouth. In fact Linda found herself in a state of disbelief as never in her wildest dreams (or worst nightmares!) could she have envisaged a guy even getting close to kissing her.

When she came to her senses her first instinct was to push Dave away in disgust but she fought against this as she didn’t want to insult and loose someone she knew was going to make a very good friend. Then something strange came over her as she thought, ‘what harm in letting him kiss me for a while, I will just make sure to keep a safe distance next time I meet him!’

After a few more seconds Dave broke off the kiss to catch his breath. He looked deeply into Linda’s eyes as she smiled back at him. Linda not wanting to give the game away had forced herself to smile. Then Dave taking this as yet another sign of approval leaned in to kiss her again.
This time Linda was prepared for what was happening and decided to act the part. She let her arms drape around Dave’s neck the way she had often seen girls do when kissing a guy. However she was not prepared for the sensations that followed.

She felt Dave hold her tight against him as his manly arms enveloped her. So strong, yet so gentle, ‘he really is a nice guy,’ she thought. He slowly worked one hand on to her butt while holding the other arm gently behind her back. Linda could feel his hand gently caressing her satin panties through her dress and she suddenly felt herself getting turned on as she thought about how sexy she felt in them.

During a moment while the pair were catching their breath she found herself saying to Dave in as ladylike a manner as it was possible to say, “Do you mind massaging my bum some more,”; to which he replied, “not at all,” as he leaned in and resumed their embrace.

The sensations of just how feminine she had become began to course through Linda’s veins and she closed her eyes and began to fantasise as her tongue explored Dave’s mouth. Slowly but surely she could feel the massive sexual tension building between her legs; she began to rapidly clench and release the muscles of her last vestige of maleness.

As the organ in question was tucked tightly between her legs; the main blood supply therefore cut off; it didn’t begin to get hard. But it certainly was sexually aroused to exploding point. As Linda continued to kiss Dave she found an amazingly feminine sensation come over her of how good it felt to be in the arms of a strong, genuine male that could be depended upon to protect you.

She began to feel so sexy, so wanted, so beautiful. Eventually all the sensations overcame her and she stiffened for a moment in Dave’s arms as an orgasm greater than anything she had ever experienced erupted in her satin panties.

She continued to kiss Dave for a few more minutes until the sexual urges of her body which she had just released eventually began to calm down. When she finally broke the embrace with him she left her male ego go and looked upon him, for the first time in her life she admitted to herself that a man can be a very handsome thing indeed.

Looking at her watch she realised that the club was due to close soon. She told Dave that she had better be getting back to her friends; but before she left him they exchanged cell phone numbers and she kissed him one last time.

‘Next time I will just meet him as a friend,’ she thought as the male ego kicked in again following the subsidence of her passion. She completely put the orgasm to the back of her mind as she said to herself, ‘well he leaned in and kissed me, it’s not like I could have done anything about it!’

When Linda finally arrived back to the girls she was surprised that they just chatted away as normal; not one of them questioning her on where she had been. But thankfully as far as she could ascertain none of them had seen her kissing Dave.

She was well used to hearing the teasing the girls would give each other after one of them had been spotted with a new guy. Linda figured that seeing as none of them had teased her that she had gotten over her indiscretion and that it would be safely buried under the carpet once she returned to her male life and started dating girls again.

She thought long and hard about the scenario that had been put to her. What if in the morning she had to go back to being a guy full time? How would she feel?

Chapter 7

Linda and the girls caught a taxi back home from the nightclub. When they got back the coffee machine was put on and some mini microwave dinners were brought out. As Pamela put it, “the post alcohol munchies are the bane of every waist line, but an essential against bad hangovers”.

The girls were all chattering at the table about their night at the club and the different guys they had met. During this conversation Linda remained quite; however her silence was about to be broken with a bit of a shock.

Eventually it was Susan who spoke first, “So Linda; we are all dying to know who was that handsome chunk of man flesh you spent the night making out with?”

Linda nearly smothered on her coffee! She began coughing and spluttering at the shock of Susan’s question. How was she going to explain away the fact that she had spent the night making out with Dave? ‘OMG’ she thought, ‘how am I going to get out of this one’.

After Linda had recovered from her coughing fit Pamela started laughing, “You thought we didn’t notice didn’t you. I think every girl in the nightclub wanted to be in the position you were in with that stud.”

Poor Linda burst into tears, not knowing what to say. She began to explain, choking her words as she fought the urge to just cry and cry. After all how was she ever going to live this down? Now she was going to be thought of as a big gay sissy by the girls even though it really wasn’t her fault.

“It wasn’t my fault, he kissed me, and I didn’t know he was going to!” Tears began to pour down Linda’s face running her mascara.

Cindy got up from the table and walked over to Linda’s chair and gave her a big hug trying to comfort her. “It’s ok Linda,” she said, “we’re not going to judge you; the girls are just envious that you got the man of their dreams.”

“It’s not like what ye think,” replied Linda.

“There, there,” said Susan; as she too gave Linda a hug, “it’s bound to be an emotional experience for you, we are here to talk if you want; and we won’t say any more if you don’t want to discuss it.”

Linda couldn’t help but sense the warmth and caring of the three girls and Pamela too got up and hugged her saying, “I’m so sorry Linda, I didn’t mean to make fun of you, I was just teasing. I guess I just think of you as one of the girls and forget how new you are to this.”

Linda knew that moment that these three girls really loved her and were the closest thing to family she ever really had. She couldn’t lie to them about what happened, she had lied to herself earlier in the night, but now the truth had to be told. After all how could she lie to the people she knew she could depend on most in this world.

After Linda composed herself everything came pouring out. She told them how Dave’s first kiss had taken her by surprise. How she let him kiss her again because she thought he was a really nice guy and wanted to be able to keep him as a friend.

She even confessed to how she felt so sexy and wanted when she felt his hand on her satin panties. How the way she looked and was dressed made her feel so good at that moment. Linda told them about how she felt protected in the arms of such a strong genuine guy, and even told them about the orgasm! She finished up by saying that admittedly Dave was not so bad looking for a ‘MAN’. But that she would only meet him as a friend next time and not give him the wrong idea!

All the girls looked knowingly at each other when Linda had finished her heart felt piece. All of them felt a little guilt in their hearts about having been responsible for Linda’s current upset. But they also recognised true femininity when they saw it; and none of the emotions that Linda was experiencing were anything but totally female; with perhaps a hint of the residual male ego thrown in.

“Linda, I have to be honest with you,” said Susan, “firstly you wouldn’t be the first girl who ended up kissing a guy because he was really nice and snuck up on her before she realised it.

Secondly women don’t fall into relationships that easily because we get very emotionally attached when we do. We often go on the second date saying, ‘oh it will be fun being in his company or he is just a friend’, because not admitting how totally into a guy we are is a way of protecting ourselves from the guy hurting us.

Trust me honey guys can turn out to be assholes, even the ones who seen really nice at first. Finally no matter what way you look at it that guy was hot and you had an orgasm with just some harmless kissing and petting.

Basically what I am trying to say is that all your reactions were totally feminine; naturally female even.”

Linda looked a little taken aback at what Susan had said, but she knew in her heart it was the truth; she just wasn’t ready to fully accept it.

Susan saw the look on Linda’s face and gave her another hug. “It’s ok Linda,” she said, “We all care about you and we will be here to help you through this emotionally trying experience.”

At this the other girls hugged Linda as well and told her the same thing that they would be there to help her talk or whatever other support she needed. Linda began crying again, but not uncontrollably, she was now crying tears of joy because of the good friends she had; another naturally feminine reaction.

Then Cindy sprung the surprise of her life on Linda as she placed a small paper box on the table. “Linda,” she said, “I am giving you these and it is up to you what you do with them; they are female birth control pills!”

“What on earth would I want those for? It’s not like I’m going to get pregnant!” replied Linda

“I guess she doesn’t know what they can do,” laughed Susan; she continued, “Linda honey, the pill contains natural female hormones. If a man takes the pill his body will start to feminise by growing breasts and developing an hour glass figure.”

“And the hormones will get him thinking more like a girl as well,” said Pamela.

During this time Linda had remained silent, one part of her in total shock, and the other part of her scared at the possibilities that now lay before her.

Cindy seeing this then spoke up, “Listen Linda, I am going to leave these pills on the dressing table in your room, if you decide to try them take one morning and evening for the next month.

“If after a month you like the changes they are making to you then there are several options open to you. If you don’t then you will know for certain that womanhood is not for you.

But before you go to bed tonight I just want you to think about this. What if in the morning you could get a really good job as a guy and had to give up the whole being a girl thing. Just ask yourself how you would feel, because I think that deep down inside you know the answer.”

After this the girls who were getting tired said their goodnights. Linda who at this stage was in a semi-trance barely raised her voice to acknowledge this. She stood up and slowly walked back to her bedroom a couple of minutes behind them.

When Linda got to her bedroom she glanced at her dressing table and saw the box of birth control pills lying there just like Cindy had said. However she chose to ignore them and sat down on her bed in quiet contemplation.

As she sat there she looked down at her tanned legs and how good they looked in her high heels, she also thought about how good her satin underwear felt and about how sexy she felt looking and dressing like this.

‘What was it Cindy had called her the other morning?’ she thought, ‘a girly girl that was it! I suppose I have been like that haven’t I. All little accessories and stuff, constantly preening, I have been really revelling in this opportunity.’

She thought long and hard about the scenario that had been put to her. What if in the morning she had to go back to being a guy full time? How would she feel?

She looked at her nails and their pretty white tipped extensions, the curve of her bosom, the sensuous lace and satin of her dress. Then it struck her, she loved everything about her life right now, how she looked, how she dressed, the friends she was making. Things were never better for her.

‘I suppose I could see what this would be like,’ she thought, ‘after all the girls did say I could easily change my mind after a month.’

She stood up from her bed and walked across to the dressing table. Thinking to herself as she did so that it felt really good to walk in heels. Slowly opening the box she pushed one of the pills out of its foil wrapping and quickly swallowed it.

Linda spent the next couple of days practicing for her interview with the girls. During this time neither she nor them mentioned the birth control pills, she had even went so far as to replace the seal on the packed carefully each time she had went to it over the previous few days. Her male ego wasn’t quite ready to let go yet.

In fact in the previous few days Linda had slipped back into a state of self denial. She had blanked the entire Dave episode out of her head and she had also being telling herself that the pills were only to help her think more like a girl for her first month of work.

However much as she might have been denying this to herself the girl was rapidly taking hold. She even went to the mall a couple of days that she was bored and spent the time trying on clothes.

Finally Friday and the day of her interview arrived. Cindy was getting anxious as Linda took so long getting ready and she was also hoping that Linda would look good for her interview. However as Linda arrived down stairs looking spectacular in a white dress split at the waste by a black belt her worries were alleviated.

“I went for the lowest denier nude hose I had, does it all look ok with my black pumps and bag?” enquired Linda.

“You look perfect,” said Cindy, “on someone else that dress would say slut it’s so low cut but on you it just says elegant and sexy. The belt really dresses it up.”

“Well get your coat and lets head into town,”.

The two girls took a taxi instead of the bus as they were leaving nothing to chance. They arrived at the Et du Fem department store about 25 minutes before time.

They made their way through the first couple of floors using the escalators. “Whoa, this is clothes heaven,” said Linda, who looked a little embarrassed after saying this as it gave away the fact that she was more than enjoying the clothes aspect of being a girl.

“Yes it pretty much is,” said Cindy, “you are really getting into wearing the pretty clothes aren’t you,” she smiled.

Linda smiled back at her, realising she had be caught out, and answered, “yes, I guess I am.”

She looked a little embarrassed after saying this but Linda reassured her saying, “it’s ok hon, being a beautiful young woman with the figure for nice clothes is a wonderful experience for anyone.”

“And let’s face it,” she continued, “it’s hard not to like the fine sensuous fabrics that girls get to wear when compared to the rough and ready things boys have to put up with.”

When they got to the third floor Cindy suggested they take the elevator to the 14th floor where the administrative section was saying “I just wanted to give you a flavour of the place on the way up.”

Linda was very nervous as the approached the reception desk in the administrative area. Cindy caught her by the hand just before they went in and gave her a peck on the cheek saying, “It will all go fine Linda, and just be yourself.”

While Cindy’s words reassured Linda, the peck on the cheek left her feeling slightly disconcerted. Cindy was extremely beautiful and looked even more so today. Her long blonde hair shining brightly, her perfect tanned body encased in a blue mini dress and matching pumps that left nothing to the imagination.

Normally to be kissed by a girl like this Linda would have considered it a massive turn on, but all she felt was strong friendship. The kind you would feel for someone in whom you had no sexual interest. It was almost like she and Cindy were the same sex. A little shudder went down Linda’s spine at this thought but it quickly passed as Joyce Markham the woman who was to interview her approached.

Joyce was a middle aged woman, about forty-five or so, but still very beautiful. Her size ten figure was in great shape and she wore a dark colour skirt suit with black hose and pumps. She smiled warmly at Linda as she invited her into the office, and Linda knew straight away she was going to like this woman.

The interview lasted about 40 minutes or so and during this time Joyce was very impressed with Linda’s knowledge of fashion. She was even more so impressed with the practical answers Linda gave her when asked about how she would handle different situations that could arise while working in the store.

As the interview neared its end Joyce took a good look at how Linda had presented herself and was happy that this was a girl who knew her fashion. More importantly she made the assessment that Linda was aware of how clothes were set off by the accessories one decided upon.

“Well,” said Joyce, “I think this interview has lasted long enough. You are a beautiful, intelligent young woman Linda and I think you will make an excellent addition to the staff of Et du Fem!”

Linda couldn’t help herself and let out a yelp of delight as she smiled gleefully at Joyce. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I couldn’t help it, I’m so happy.”

“It’s ok,” said Joyce, “I think most fashionable young women of your age would give their right arm to work in a store like this. But remember you will have to work hard here as well, but we do reward hard work amply.”

“How would you feel about working in accessories, handbags, shoes, costume jewellery etc.? You seem like the kind of girl who knows how to accessorise her outfits, and between you and me the commission for selling high end bags is good too.”

Linda thought for a moment, while she had only been a girl for a few weeks she did seem to have a keen eye for the ‘right’ bracelet or necklace to set a piece off. The girls had even been asking her advice in recent days.

“I would love to work with accessories,” she found herself replying.

“Excellent,” said Joyce, “Now normally our student workers don’t start here until five and work the shift until ten but could you come in at four on Monday for orientation?”.

Linda pulled her pocket diary out of her bag to check her lectures, “Monday at four is fine, my last lecture ends at three-thirty.”

“Great,” replied Joyce, “I hope you don’t think it rude of me but I have an urgent management meeting this afternoon but I didn’t want to reschedule your interview. Will you be ok finding your own way back down.”

“No problem Ms Markham,” said Linda

“Please call me Joyce,” she replied, “we are a first name company, well it’s been a pleasure meeting you Linda and I hope we will have many enjoyable days here to come.”

Joyce held out her hand and Linda took it and they shook hands. “Thank you Joyce, “ said Linda, “I am sure I will enjoy working with you and Et du Fem.”

“Well I better be moving on to this report I need to prepare, goodbye until Monday,” smiled Joyce.

“Goodbye Joyce and thank you again,” smiled Linda.

As Linda walked out the door Joyce called her back for a second, “Don’t forget to thank your friends for recommending you. They are very highly thought of here you know.

Also I see Cindy accompanied you. You might ask her to pick up a uniform for you in your size, the new uniform stock is in tomorrow. I know she is working a shift tomorrow morning. That way you will be all set for Monday.”

After Linda had parted company with Joyce she nearly broke into a run heading back to the reception desk, but was slightly slowed down by her four inch heels. When she got there she couldn’t conceal her joy and ran straight over and hugged Cindy.

“You got it! Fantastic,” said Cindy.

“Oh before I forget you have to pick up a uniform for me tomorrow,” said Linda.

“Just let me put a note of than in my cell phone in case I forget,” said Cindy.

As the two girls headed back on the bus Cindy turned to Linda and said, “I guess you are going to have to get used to being a girl for a while now.”

“I guess I am,” said Linda.

Just as they neared their stop Linda blurted out, “Oh DAM.”

“What’s wrong?” asked Cindy, who looked rather surprised by Linda’s action.

“I have really messed up,” said Linda, she was almost crying.

“I totally messed up..........” she trailed off and had a petrified look on her face.

The bus pulled up and Cindy put an arm around the now near tearful Linda as they entered the house.

“Ok what’s wrong,” Cindy asked Linda for the second time.

“My last lecture is at 3:30pm on Monday, and I told Joyce Markham that I would be at work for four. If I was normal the time wouldn’t be a problem, but how the hell am I going to change from John to Linda and get into town for work in just 30 minutes?”

Linda was now nearly close to hysteria but Cindy took her in hand and said, “It’s not going to be a problem girl. You just go to the lecture ready for work, go as Linda.

No one is going to recognise you. Even if guys wonder why they didn’t notice this beautiful girl in their lectures before they certainly aren’t going to think that she was the plain looking nerdy guy that they probably never took any notice of. And it’s not like any girls will notice John missing either, he didn’t exactly stand out as being very attractive.”

Listening to Cindy’s words helped Linda calm down as they started to make sense to her. Cindy poured a glass of whiskey each for them from the last of their bottle and sat Linda down with it at the table to help calm her nerves.

As she sat there mulling over her drink Linda began to think about what Cindy had just said, ‘a beautiful attractive girl’ and ‘he (John) hadn’t stood out as being very attractive’.

Cindy had intended no malice in saying this to Linda, because in the past couple of weeks she had begun to think of Linda as just Linda. She didn’t realise that in practically insulting John’s looks she had also insulted something to which Linda believed she would one day return.

Linda forgave Cindy her words as she knew that she would never intentionally say anything to hurt her. However they struck a strong cord with her, she was ugly and boring as a guy. How did she ever wear a beard, the thoughts of having one now instead of a cleanly waxed face nearly made her sick.

Here she was now as Linda, attractive, no not just attractive but sexy and beautiful; and she liked being sexy and beautiful. It was going to be hard to return to boring, ugly John. The thought began to scare her and she quickly put it to the back of her mind.

“I guess I’m going to have one hell of an unusual day on Monday between college and work,” said Linda, breaking her silence, but now more composed.

“You sure are,” said Cindy, “but now isn’t the time to think about that. The girls are over the moon with joy for you and are on their way back early from squash. Think about Monday when it comes, tonight we are going out to celebrate!”

She began to dream and in that dream the thought of what it must be like to be fully female came back to her, a thought for the moment she wouldn’t dare to dwell on while awake.

Chapter 8

Pamela, Susan and Cindy were all ready before Linda; who as usual arrived down for their night out looking stunningly beautiful even though they had decided to go out in casual “jeans” mode.

Linda wore blue skinny jeans, a white top with lace detail, beige cropped satin jacket, blue ballet pumps and finished the look off with a large white leather handbag; which, while it didn’t match her shoes fitted right in with the amount of white showing from her top. She didn’t wear much jewellery outside of her silver earrings and chain, and of course underneath she had a sumptuous white satin and lace bra and panty set.

Pamela and Susan both met her at the door with a hug and a kiss on the cheek to congratulate her and they hadn’t met since the interview due to all of them beautifying themselves for the night out immediately after getting home.
“Well I guess we are going to have Linda around for a while,” smiled Susan, as they ate dinner at the nearby restaurant.

“Even more that you might think,” replied Linda, “I am going to have to attend lectures in Linda mode as my work roster isn’t going to give me time to change back and forth between her and John.”

“That is going to be interesting for you,” said Pamela, “you aren’t going to get much chance at being John for the next few months so. I was kind of expecting to see him out tonight seeing as you had perfected the girl bit enough to get the interview,” she added this with a laugh and a playful nudge at Linda.

“Well I was so made up and girly from my interview earlier that it was easier to just stay in Linda mode,” smiled Linda.

“Yeah sure”, said Cindy, adding with a smile, “That’s why it took you another two hours in front of the mirror tonight.”

“To be honest,” said Linda, “I am just starting to feel comfortable as Linda, as in, not totally nervous about it and I figure seeing as I have to attend college the next couple of weeks as well I ought to stay in character in order to perfect it.”

“Good point,” said Susan, “and besides you would have far more regular laundry to do in boy mode, most of your wardrobe must be female now!”

“Ha ha”, Linda laughed, “I think I will have to spend half the day tomorrow doing laundry. There certainly are some things about being a guy that are much easier. It took me 20 minutes tonight to decide which of the 36 pairs of shoes in my room I should wear. As John I had a choice between dirty trainers and my “Pair” of shoes.”
All the girls had a good laugh at this, including Linda herself.

The rest of the night went on fairly uneventfully with the conversation revolving mostly around fashion, celebrities and girly movies. Linda found herself to be totally immersed in it and all boy thoughts seemed to be well to the back of her mind.

As the night wore on the glasses of wine started to take effect the conversation started to turn to sex and other deeply feminine issues. While Linda didn’t say much during this time she listened intently trying to pick up on all she could as she knew in the back of her mind that if these topics came up in the company of women who didn’t know her secret she would have to be able to discuss them.

Then something happened that scared her. The girls began to converse about various types of vibrators and multiple orgasms. Listening to the pleasure they were describing made her feel jealous of them.

As the conversation continued she had a thought that both terrified and yet invigorated her at the same time, she was a bit day dreamy when it came to her, her conscience free of any judgement. ‘I wonder,’ she thought, ‘what it’s like to, have a vagina, no tucking and all that pleasure’.

As soon as she had thought it she woke from her day dream with a jolt of shock, however she couldn’t deny the feminine glow she felt that the idea of having a vagina gave her.

She also realised that because of the fact she had been left in the most secret of female conversation that Pamela, Susan and Cindy were now seeing only the girl. They didn’t see John any more, even though he had only been gone two weeks.

When John had first moved in with the three girls he had constantly wondered which of the beauties he would make his girlfriend. But now he realised that Linda was their trusted female friend and that no matter what happened in the future that was how their relationship would be from now on.

Suddenly a girl scream of excitement from Susan brought the conversation to an end. Linda had left her cell phone on the table, but had it turned to silent. She herself had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t noticed it vibrate across the table until it sat, screen glowing with the name Dave in front of Susan!

“OMG, answer it, answer it,” screamed an excited Susan.

A very embarrassed looking Linda picked up the cell phone, but let it ring out vibrating in her hand.

“Whoa,” said Susan, “how could you pass up a call from a hunk like that, I thought you said you wanted him to be your friend.”

“Well, ah.....,” Linda was slightly lost for words!

The cell phone started to light up again and began vibrating in Linda’s hand.

“If you don’t answer it I will,” said Susan, who quickly added “and date him myself.”
“Get in line girl,” smiled Pamela

A nervous Linda looked at Cindy, who seemed to be the only cool head at the table.

“If you like the guy as a friend and want to get to know him you should answer it Linda,” said Cindy, “you know we aren’t going to judge you for that, just be careful and don’t lead him on.”

“Ok, I’ll answer it so,” said Linda.

The girls sat at the table giggling and wondering what was being said in the telephone conversation as they watched Linda who had taken the call from Dave just outside the glass door of the restaurant. The one thing they all remarked is that she looked really radiant, smiling and laughing a lot while speaking with him. When she arrived back at the table she didn’t say anything, only sat there with a wry smile and a feminine glow on her face.

Linda was having fun watching the girls as they sat in suspense waiting with baited breath. Seeing which one of them would burst and ask her first.

“Well,” said Cindy, “Tell us what happened less the stress of waiting to find out raises our blood pressure!”

Linda looked very embarrassed as she spoke but was also smiling, and her radiance hadn’t left her; “He asked me to dinner in the La Grande tomorrow night”.

“OMG, the La Grande, that’s like $400 a plate! He is really trying to impress you,” Said Pamela, “you will have to wear something really nice for there.”

“I never said I was going,” smiled Linda, “maybe I could just show up as John and go for a few beers with him!”

Cindy burst out laughing, as much at the shocked look on Pamela’s face as Linda’s sarcasm. “But you are going, and as Linda, aren’t you?” she said.
“Yea,” smiled Linda.

“Well in that case I’m taking you to the beauty parlour in the morning. The better you look, the happier he will be to wait around for a few months not getting anywhere with you, while he becomes your friend. By the time he realises you’re not going to be an item ye will have cemented your friendship”.

“I guess I can’t say no to a morning of pampering in the beauty parlour, it’s definitely one of the upsides of this whole girl thing,” smiled Linda.

“Ha ha,” laughed Pamela, “as far as I can see so far you haven’t really found any downsides with being a girl.”

Linda smiled and gave a little laugh, but didn’t respond verbally. It was a rhetorical question and Pamela had answered it, Linda had yet to find a downside to being a girl, and deep down it frightened her.

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That night after going home Linda got dressed for bed in a blue satin and lace negligee. As she looked in the mirror while combing out her hair before bed she couldn’t help admiring the beautiful female staring back at her.

She unconsciously popped a birth control pill from the packed on her dresser and swallowed it; she did this without thinking every morning and evening now. As she did so she looked down at her very realistic prosthetic breasts. She thought about how used she had become to their gentle feminine weight; how what was first alien now felt a natural part of her.

As she slipped into bed between her satin sheets her thoughts began to wander again; as they only can in the privacy of your own bed at night. She began to dream and in that dream the thought of what it must be like to be fully female came back to her, a thought for the moment she wouldn’t dare to dwell on while awake.

“I think she is passing out her teachers, she will have to give us fashion tips from now on,”

Chapter 9

Linda and Cindy were up early that Saturday morning, albeit feeling slightly hangover from the night before. Cindy had called a sleepy Linda bringing her very strong coffee to wake her up. She was insistent on Linda going to the beauty parlour early so she would have plenty of time to get ready for her dinner with Dave. Even though Linda went in her tracksuit, it was hard not to notice how feminine she looked in such a piece of androgynous clothing.

Both of them got facials and had manicures at the nail bar. And Cindy persuaded Linda to get a professional tan done so that the tone between her body and her false breasts would remain flawless and indiscernible.

After the pampering was over both girls came back and lounged around the house with the others watching TV for most of the afternoon. During the course of that evenings programmes a chat show came on and one of the guests was Candis Cayne, a stunning transsexual woman who was now a soap opera star. The girls couldn’t help but notice how engrossed Linda became in the programme while Candis was being interviewed about how she had changed her sex.

“Wow that’s amazing,” said Linda as the interview ended, “I didn’t even know that was possible.” She had spoken as much to herself as the girls; she had been so engrossed in the interview that she had almost forgotten their presence.

Pamela woke her from her daydream with a jolt, “Yeah it’s pretty amazing alright, but then who would think you are a boy. Maybe you might do like Candis someday!” she said with a jocular grin on her face.

“Once I get a break from my hectic schedule you won’t be mistaking me for a girl,” laughed Linda as she threw a cushion at Pamela.

“Well signing up for those shifts straight after college with Et du Fem isn’t going to give up much of a chance for doing anything as a boy. It will be summer break before you get a chance to let John out for a while.” Laughed Pamela

Cindy broke up the conversation with the announcement, “Linda, its 5:30, isn’t that guy picking you up a 7.30”

“OMG, I had better start getting ready.”

Linda retired to her bedroom to prepare for her date while the girls who were planning on eating in with a bottle of wine for the night stayed watching television and chatting.
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“You really shouldn’t tease her like that Pamela,” said Susan

“Why she didn’t take it that badly, besides once she sorts out her diary she will be back in boy mode most of the time outside of work. Didn’t she say last night that she was just trying to perfect Linda mode over the next couple of weeks!” retorted Pamela.

“I guess you haven’t told her about this morning Cindy?” enquired Susan

“Oh sorry I didn’t get a chance because she was sitting with Linda all afternoon,” said Cindy

“Remember how Cindy gave Linda a packet of birth control pills a couple of weeks ago? “Said Susan

“Yeah, she didn’t seem too enthusiastic about them,” said Pamela.

“Well I went to bring her coffee in bed this morning to get her up for the beauty parlour and when I entered her room I accidently knock the box off the dressing table. She had carefully left it exactly where I had placed it day one so that I wouldn’t notice. Basically when I picked it up I noticed the seal had been broken and then replaced.”

“Yeah and then Cindy got nosey as usual and looked in the box to find that half the pills had been used,” said Susan.

“God knows what is going through that girls head right now, and I mean Girl with a capital G, she must be so confused having been a pretty normal college guy only a couple of weeks ago.” Said Cindy

“You know the way none of the four of us keep any secrets from each other,” continued Cindy, “so I went to the pharmacist while Linda was grabbing a coffee in the mall after our beauty session and told her about what happened this morning and apologised for being nosey. I placed another packet of pills in her purse in front of her and said they might come in handy if she decided to continue them.”

“So what did she say,” asked Pamela

“She said that she didn’t need them because she only decided to take the first packet to help her ‘think more like a girl’. But she didn’t make any attempt to make me take back the packet I placed in her purse either.” Said Cindy

“Maybe she was telling the truth,” suggested Pamela.

“Maybe,” said Cindy, “but after the first couple of days since John became Linda, well she has seemed so happy since, even if she doesn’t admit it. It’s like that chat show today, I knew that was on and deliberately put on that channel. Linda is so innocent of some things; I don’t think she even knew there was such a thing as a transsexual before today. And as for hormones well I just made them available to her. In case ye haven’t noticed she hasn’t made one excuse to go back to boy mode since our first makeover on her. I just want her to know that it’s possible to change sex if she ever should decide to do so.”

“Your right Cindy,” said Pamela, “she definitely seems to be happier since our makeover even if she had no inclination to be feminine before it. I guess it’s possible that it might have triggered something deep down inside that she had buried in her sub-conscious.”

“Of course the one thing I would say,” Said Susan, “is that Linda is a poor orphan who is desperately in need of money right now, she wasn’t exactly ecstatic about the idea and was willing to work flipping burgers before we persuaded her to have that makeover. “

“I guess what I am trying to say,” continued Susan “is that while giving her the pills is well intentioned on your part Cindy she could feel pressured into taking them; even believing that they are necessary to think like a girl to pull off her ‘deception’ at Et du Fem. Just promise me that if in six weeks time she has taken them all you won’t give her any more. She will come to you asking for them if she wants to continue and we will be able to sit her down and have a good chat about where she is taking all this, until then she is basically having a very new experience. Who knows when the novelty wears off she may well jack the whole girl mode in a flash if she finds a job she can work at as a guy.”

“Susan does have a point Cindy,” said Pamela

“Point made and accepted no more hormones and a good chat when she runs out if she looks for more. Besides she will have to ask because she doesn’t have a female registration with a doctor and she can’t get a prescription for the pill without a doctor accessing her medical records via her social security number.” Said Cindy

“True,” said Pamela, “good thing you get to work in payroll on Fridays in Et du Fem Susan or someone would have copped that Linda’s tax was registered as John pretty quickly. It is still the one thing I worry about if anyone in the office runs a social security check.”

“Don’t worry,” said Susan, “I do all the social security print outs in there and Fred the accountant never even looks at that system. Besides even if the auditors do sampling on that, which normally they don’t what are the odds on Linda being picked out of 600 employees.”

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The girls had just finished their conversation when Linda arrived down looking more amazing than they had ever seen here before. She was wearing a tight fitting black satin dress that hugged every inch of a very womanly figure. The dress came below the knee but was very low cut, the bodice having it own cups so a bra wasn’t necessary. It had a beautiful delicate late detail above each breast and was held in place by two delicate shoulder straps.

She had her hair tied back and her makeup perfect showing off her sparkling diamonique earrings which she had teamed with her wrist watch. She didn’t wear a necklace as she figured the dress would draw enough attention to her breasts as it was. She had finished off the outfit with a pair of 5” red stiletto pumps and a matching red handbag. With the fresh tan from her visit to the beauty parlour showing on the rest of her body she was looking like a supermodel.

“Whoa, you look amazing,” said Susan, and the other two girls agreed with her.

“There is one guy out there tonight who is going to be proud as a peacock to be seen with a premium chick,” smiled Cindy.

“Where did you get that dress; it’s not one of the ones we bought on our shopping trip?” enquired Pamela

“I saw it in the mall the other day, and at the risk of sounding like I’m getting too much into this, I just had to have it. I knew it would suit me so well,” said Linda.

“You are certainly right on that note,” said Pamela

“I think she is passing out her teachers, she will have to give us fashion tips from now on,” said Susan

At that moment the door bell rang. It was 7:30 on the dot.

Linda went to answer the door but Susan grabbed her by the arm. “Get back up stairs quick, you can’t have a guy think that you will be ready on the dot for him. I will tell him you are still getting ready and don’t come down for 10 minutes.”

Linda went back upstairs like she was told and sat in her room which actually provided her with some quite time for reflection. She was actually quite nervous at the prospect of her dinner with Dave and she couldn’t understand why. Maybe it was that she was afraid their ‘friendship’ wouldn’t work out or was it that she was afraid the girls would think she was ‘dating’ him and that she was gay. ‘Uck,’ she thought, ‘I hope they don’t think I am actually dating a guy!’

As she passed the time in her room she looked down at how beautiful her feet were in the red stilettos. And she couldn’t help but glance at her overall appearance again in the mirror. ‘I really am very beautiful as a girl’ she thought, ‘how will I ever get used to being John again’.

She was on the verge of being honest with herself in her thoughts when she looked at her watch and realised it was a quarter to eight. She had left poor Dave waiting for 15 minutes. She tentatively walked out of her room and down the stairs to an awe struck Dave who had only a blurry remembrance of what she looked like for the nightclub and if his thoughts could be read was hoping she wouldn’t be too ugly as his beer goggles had deceived him on previous nights out!
“Hi Linda, you look very beautiful tonight, if I may say so,” said Dave

Linda looked both slightly embarrassed yet chuffed by his complement. Deep down inside she felt very beautiful and sexy at this moment, even if she was fully admitting it to herself.

He walked forward to greet her and gave her a peck on the cheek as he handed her a bouquet of red roses and a box of handmade chocolates.

“Why thank you Dave, they are beautiful, and I love chocolates,” said Linda, who felt obliged to give him a peck on the check as a thank you.

The girls were watching this and thinking that poor Linda was so easily charmed and clearly felt she had to repay every romantic gesture from a guy. Each one quietly thought to herself that despite all they had told her the night before about what to avoid she had already kissed him, albeit on the cheek and that was just for a few flowers and some chocolates. What would she feel obliged to do after dinner at La Grande.

But if truth be told the girls were positively jealous at this moment, both of his handsome good looks coupled with thoughtfulness to bring flowers and how captivated he was by the beautiful Linda. Even though they were very good looking he didn’t give them a second glance once Linda had arrived down.

Then Linda broke the next rule the girls had told her, don’t take his arm if he offers it, its leading him on, limit physical contact to a minimum if you want him for a friend and not something more. But it was too late as Dave led Linda who was linked in his arm out the door.

They were both so well read that no matter what they discussed the conversation flowed readily and they were like two peas in a pod.

Chapter 10

The La Grande restaurant was the finest and most expensive in the city, sporting 4 Michelin stars its food was practically world famous. As Linda walked in still on Dave’s arm she couldn’t but notice that most of the clientele there that night were nearly all couples on romantic dates and much as she wanted to deny it she couldn’t quite deny that maybe her and Dave were no different from them.

While she had been watching her figure since her transformation she had made up her mind before coming to La Grande that she would be enjoying the fair on offer even if it meant having to cut back on the calories later in the week.

Both of them were a little nervous so at first the conversation with Dave was mostly small talk but as the night flowed on and they got to know their sober selves outside of a nightclub setting they actually got along very well.

It turned out that Dave was 29 a full nine years older than Linda, and that he was in fact a urologist and a plastic surgeon. Linda wasn’t quite sure exactly what a urologist did but that it had something to do with the urinary tract. However she knew straight off what a plastic surgeon did so she thought it an odd combination but didn’t really follow up on the reason why he had specialised in both.

Dave had a wide interest in politics, international affairs, history, literature, and even in classical music. They were both so well read that no matter what they discussed the conversation flowed readily and they were like two peas in a pod.

As the restaurant part of the night ended Linda without even noticing found herself holding hands across the table with Dave. It was one of those things that all couples who were attracted to each other ended up doing at the end of a wonderful meal, nothing spoken but everything in the body language.

After Dave had picked up the cheque (ignoring Linda’s offer to go Dutch, even though she could far from afford to) they left the restaurant but this time he had his arm protectively around her. He really liked this beautiful, gentle, honest, feminine, intelligent girl that he had been fortunate enough to meet in a nightclub of all places and he wasn’t going to let her go easily, ‘maybe I have finally met the one’ he thought to himself.

Afterwards they went to a bar and had a few drinks, before time came to head home for the night. Linda found herself so comfortable in Dave’s company as the conversation continued to flow between them, she had never enjoyed being with anyone as much as she was enjoying being with Dave now.

When finally the night came to an end they realised that it was 3am in the morning and they had been engrossed in talking to each other every min of the night. Then Dave asked the big question.

“I would really like to see you again, that is if you would like to see me?” he asked

“Of course,” replied Linda, and then adding, “I would really like to see you again too.”

Then Linda braced herself, suddenly realising that the way she had phrased her reply was totally leading him on. She knew what was coming next and it terrified her, she hoped deep down it wouldn’t happen but the dreamy look in Dave’s eyes said it all. Every instinct of her male ego rose to the surface at that moment but was crushed back down by the realisation that if it happened she would just have to accept it if she wanted to see Dave again.

“I was hoping you would say that,” he said, “you know I think you’re going to become a big part of my life and I genuinely mean that, I don’t think I have ever felt as taken by any girl before.”

Then before Linda could reply her worst fears came true and he leaned in and kissed her full on the lips slowly sliding his tongue inside her mouth. Bravely Linda accepted her fate and let go; there was nothing she could do to avoid it; and rejecting this advance would only ruin what had been otherwise a perfect night between them.

Gently kissing him back she folded her arms around his neck and let go. As their passionate embrace continued she could feel herself getting warm between her legs. The rush she had felt the first time they met at the nightclub suddenly came back to her only this time for an instant she wanted to take him inside her just like any girl in her situation. Then she felt Dave’s hand slowly sliding inside her skirt and up the inside of her thigh; while this felt fantastic to her it also brought her back to reality and she slow broke off their embrace saying “sorry, not tonight.” She gave him a peck on the cheek and retired to the ladies to fix up her makeup.

When she came back the got a taxi and Dave dropped her home. He was a perfect gentleman and asked the driver to wait while he walked her to the door of the house. When they got to the door she gave him a peck on the cheek goodnight but Dave when to kiss her again, however she brushed her head to one side saying, “I don’t want to spoil my makeup, it would never do for the girls to know I kissed you on a first date.”

This of course was part truth because she didn’t want them to know, although part of her wanted to tell them, the other part of her was terrified that if he kissed her again she would lose control of the situation and end up inviting him in, and what a disaster that would be!

He gave her a gentle peck on the cheek and said “goodnight and sweet dreams beautiful.” She watched as he got back into the taxi and as he waved goodbye from the cab window she blew him a kiss which he reciprocated.

When she got back into the house she found the girls still up eating ice-cream and watching a chick flick on TV.

“We were getting worried about you,” said Cindy, “It’s almost 3am,” she said in a mother like tone. “So how did your date go?”

“It wasn’t a date,” said Linda, “It was just a meal and a few drinks!”

At this statement the three girls laughed and cause poor Linda to go very red as Susan said, “so how did your meal and few drinks go,” repeating Linda’s own description.

“I’m very tired and need to get to bed,” said Linda.

“Not until you tell us how your date went first,” said Cindy, “we waited up all night to make sure you were ok, so the very least you can do is have some ice cream with us and reward our concern with some girly gossip.”

As reluctant as Linda was to talk about what happened she couldn’t help bursting out laughing at Cindy’s statement, “you mean,” she smiled, “that ye waited up all night for some girly gossip because ye think Dave is a hunk.”

“Ok you win,” said Pamela, “now sit down and tell us everything that happened!”

So Linda had no choice but to sit down and give the girls the full low down on her night out with Dave, leaving out the kissing part. Of course the girls pressed her asking her if he tried to kiss her again and she told them he tried to kiss her at the door but that she brushed her head to one side and gave him a peck on the cheek (which was entirely untrue) and this kept them satisfied.

That night as Linda slipped between her satin sheets in a sexy black satin negligee she was more confused that ever, but still not ready to confront the harsh realities of where all this was going.