Uplifting. Part One
There are so many reasons why I am where, or who, I am now. None of them really mattered at the time but, one by one, they all conspired to trick me into a new life. Not that I mind, though. I am not sure if it would have panned out any differently had I been aware of what I was letting myself into.
I should have known better, after all, I was a graduate student with a degree in Business Administration. I had been a good swimmer at school, had friends (and a few enemies) and was living in a flat near the river. I even had a good car parked in a lock-up around the corner. Life, as they say, was good to me.
My friends, from school, university and my working life, were a mix of sexes and there were also a few in-betweens that allowed me to interact with them without them jumping down my throat if I said something inappropriate. They usually just reminded me who I was talking to and I always apologised.
There were a few guys I would go to the pub with as well as going to the infrequent football match. I am afraid I had no interest in watching men run around chasing a pumped up bladder for a couple of hours.
With my female friends I had a wide range of types. I had a couple of girlfriends and was no virgin. Most of the girls I had bedded were extremely receptive to my lovemaking but seemed to fade into the background after a few weeks.
Perhaps I had worn them out as most sessions were thirty minutes or more and none of them had left without an orgasm, even if sometimes I had not performed as advertised.
I worked in an accountancy firm which also dabbled in estate planning as well as having a sideline in real estate management situated at a second office. I had started as a junior in the accounting side but had worked my way into the real estate office where I looked after residential buildings, including a group of flats owned by a wealthy investor.
He had come into money from a pools win and had the brains not to splash it out. Instead, he had used his own and other peoples’ money to buy two new four-story blocks of twenty flats each. One of which I lived in.
Keith, my landlord, granted me a rent reduction as my ground floor flat had become a sort of management point for the two blocks. Sometimes the residents would knock on my door or slip notes in my post-box with requests for repairs or notice of leaving. I did not handle any of the renting; Maureen, in the office did that, along with keeping the books.
Both blocks had been built in the same way, several smaller one-bedroom flats at the bottom, bigger two bedroom ones on the second and third floor; with the top floor being just two that would be classed as apartments, with three bedrooms and a spacious lounge.
There were two lifts in each block; one for the two intermediate floors and one which was for the top floor residents only. This was operated by a special key that only the residents had, to ensure the privacy as well as the premium rental value. On the top floor of my block there was a banker and his family and the other housed a movie producer and his actress wife. Thankfully neither was party animals.
In the other block, one was home to three models and the other was the home to a single lady; she was interesting as she always looked like she was going out for a show whenever I saw her. No dressing down for this woman.
I sometimes saw the models and they usually got around in jeans and jumpers when not heading out for a ‘do’. Although I looked at these girls with some longing, I knew that they were way above my pay grade, but we did converse easily when they wanted something done in their block.
Actually, I had helped them out once and they were quite friendly and had even given me advice on how to look after my raven hair, which was rather long and worn, usually, in a pony-tail.
One day I was in the office, trying to organise a plumber for a blocked drain in one of the flats. I knew what they would find as this particular flat was home to a terrible two-year-old who just loved sending his toys into the ‘unknown world down the pipes’ and we had been through the same scenario a few times before.
The phone rang and, as I was already on another line, Maureen answered it. She listened, said “Oh” a couple of times and made notes.
When we had both finished our calls she gave me the notes she had made and said “Gerry, you need to go to the block of flats now. Not yours, but the other one. That was Keith Upway on the phone. Justine, the single lady on the top floor, has just been rushed to hospital and he said it was unlikely she would be returning home as she has had a severe heart attack. He wants you to meet him and personally take control of what he called ‘an interesting and unusual situation.’ He did say to meet him at the café around the corner first.”
I quickly made notes for her to give to the plumber when they rang back and left the office to take the bus back to the blocks. When I got to the café I saw Keith sitting at a secluded table with a drink in front of him.
Now, I got on quite well with him and had even accompanied him a couple of times to council meetings when there had been planning changes being talked about. I had never seen him with a glass in front of him that obviously held hard liquor. He waved me over and indicated that I sit. He asked me if I wanted a drink and when I said I would like lemonade, he called to the waitress to bring one for me and another one of what he was having.
I said that I did not realise how serious this was and that I had never seen him drink spirits before evening before.
He said “Gerry, I have been thrust into a situation that I knew may come around but I never expected it so early. I know I can trust your discretion on this, after all, you did magnificently in the problem that the models had.”
He was quiet as his drink was put in front of him. While he polished off his earlier glass I sat and thought back to the problem that the models had. They had been bothered by a dope pusher who thought that, as they were in that business, they ‘flew’ regularly.
I had a cousin, Shelly, who was in the drug squad and, together, we cobbled up a plan. The girls told the pusher that they never bought drugs directly but had a ‘friend’ who would carry out the business for them. They made an appointment for the pusher to meet with their ‘friend’ at a seedy bar in the city centre.
I became the ‘friend’ with the girls helping a transformation. I had played Fagin in a school play much earlier in life so they recreated my character and I certainly looked the part when I met the pusher.
I had a thousand pounds in a brown paper bag and he had the drugs in a similar bag. My bag, however, had a small transmitter in the fold at the bottom. He was allowed to leave but I was arrested to make it all look good.
Shelly tells me that the squad use my mug shot regularly when they want to see if a witness is lying. She said that the look on their face was always priceless when told that the person they had picked from the photos was actually her cousin and totally blameless of almost everything.
The pusher was tracked and led the police to his main supplier and that particular ring was shut down for good. It took a second visit to the salon that the girls had used to remove my warts and stuck-on ear studs. They had been friendly since that time.
I sipped my drink and waited for Keith to work himself up to what he needed to tell me.
Finally, he took a deep breath and then said “Gerry, This is going to be between you and me and goes no-where else, OK?”
I nodded and said that I would never divulge his secrets.
“OK” he said, almost in a whisper. “Justine, now in hospital, had been living in that apartment free of charge. The reason is that she is family. In fact, she used to be Justin, my older brother and I had taken him out of the squat he was living in after I had won that money. He had not transitioned at that time but, with my help, he did finally follow his desires and became Justine, and a very elegant lady she was. She is in such a bad way I believe that if she ever leaves hospital alive it will be to go into care.”
I told him that I sympathised with him and offered to help in any way I could.
He then said “I love my sister and I could not be heartless and empty out the apartment while she is unable to do anything about it. What I am suggesting is that you take over the apartment and look after it without clearing out any of her things until she has passed. I will help you move and the rent would be what you are paying now. We can clean out your old flat and rent it out so I would be better off financially. When she eventually has some input into what she wants done with her stuff we can put it in bags and take it around the op shops.”
I agreed that it would be good for both of us and that we could put a note in the resident post boxes to say to leave their notes in the new location once I have moved. He gave me a key-ring with the lobby key, the apartment key and the lift key.
We then walked around to the block and went in.
As we went up to the fourth floor in the lift, he said “There is more to tell you when we get into the apartment. My sister and I had a rather unusual arrangement and one of the bedrooms is set up in a way that would not suit a guest staying over, unless the guest was into the same things we were.”
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Two
Wondering just what I had agreed to, I opened the door to the apartment. I had never been in one of the top floor dwellings before and did not expect to see a wall of windows in front of me with a great view over the river. There was a small lobby that led directly into the lounge with the view.
It was tastefully furnished and much better than my modest purchases. I had often thought that Justine would be living in a period surrounding, maybe French, but this was ultra-modern and all very Swedish. There were a couple of recliner chairs that would have cost more than my own entire flat full. The kitchen did not disappoint either, being sleek and modern as well, even with a built-in dishwasher. Off this there was a small laundry room with a powder closet.
The master bedroom was all girl; from the frilly curtains to the stuffed toys on the pink bed. The walk-in robe was packed with elegant dresses and the drawers, no doubt, would be full of silks and satins. It also had an ensuite which held an amazing array of lotions and potions.
The second room was much more my style and was ready for me to bring my own clothes over when I moved. Next to this was the main bath-room which was also fairly empty except for shaving tackle and normal soaps and shampoo.
The third bedroom had a lock on the door, unlike the other two. Keith took a key from his own fob and unlocked it, taking a deep breath as he opened the door. Inside there was a double bed with an iron frame and bed-head.
There was a chest of drawers and a free standing wardrobe which contained a number of items, some of which looked like they were made of rubber. He sat on the bed and indicated that I should sit on a heavy looking chair by the wall.
“Gerry” he started “when we were a lot younger my brother was a total bully. I believe now that it was overcompensation for the feelings that he experienced.”
He closed his eyes as he carried on. “He would take me out into the garden shed, tie me up and leave me there, sometimes for hours. Sometimes he used to beat me with a strap and, as we got older and he discovered that he needed gratification, he would force me to suck his dick until he came in my mouth. I am not proud of what we did but, at the same time, I can understand what it made us in later life.”
We left that room and went back into the kitchen where he put the kettle on.
“You know” he said “you now know something that I have never told anyone before and I feel as a weight has been lifted from my shoulders.”
I had been quiet as he had told me all of this and, as I sipped on the tea he had made, I said “Look, I understand now why you don’t want this apartment to be inspected by anyone you don’t know. I gather that the bedroom had only been used when you came around and I do understand what drove you to creating it. My question is, how often did you need to use it, will you need to use it again, will I be required to help and does your wife know? Oops, that’s more than one question.”
I finally saw him smile as he said “Thank you, Gerry, for not running out the door screaming or even giving me a thump. The answers are simple. Not often, maybe once a month depending on how wound up I get; yes, it is likely I would want to use it again; maybe, if you are willing and no, she doesn’t know and has no need to.”
After a couple of minutes I then asked “So what would my place be in your role-playing?”
He told me that his sister would tie, handcuff or shackle him to the bed, depending on how she felt at the time. Sometimes he was naked, sometimes he wore the rubber suit and sometimes he dressed in one of the outfits in the wardrobe. He no longer wanted to be beaten but his sister would often sit on his head so that he was forced to lick her pussy. He said that she often dressed as a dominatrix when she knew he was coming and his visit always culminated with his own ejaculation.
I know that it may seem strange to most men, but I did not feel too revolted by the scenario. Cheap lodgings in an upmarket apartment with just a session a month looking after his needs did not ring alarm bells in my head.
Let’s face it; I could blindfold him and tickle his dick with a feather so wouldn’t even have to touch him. On top of that I would be living next to the three most gorgeous girls I had ever seen. I had inhaled their scent as we came up in the lift. I could smell that perfume every day if I agreed to his offer.
I put my cup down, held out my hand and said “OK Keith, as long as I don’t have to kiss you!”
He laughed as he shook my hand and then he gave me another key. “This is the fun room key, just so you can check out everything in it is clean and so you can vacuum it when you clean the apartment. I am so happy to know you, Gerry. I am sure that it will not be too hard for you when I come around. Oops, let’s rephrase that. I hope that I am hard enough for a little while. It may be that my release could only be attained by my sister. If that is the case I would still want you to stay here while we quietly clear that room out.”
We washed our cups and I had another look out at the view before we left, locking up behind us. The lift was down at the ground floor and we waited for it to come up. When the doors opened, Margo, one of the models, stepped out.
She gave a little squeal as she asked what we were doing on her floor. Keith explained that Justine was in hospital and likely to be there a while. When she turned her pretty head in my direction he told her that I was to be their neighbour until things became more certain.
At that she smiled and said “I am sure that Geri will fit into this floor perfectly, the girls and I have long had the thought that he needed a bit of spice in his life and that we are the gals to give it to him.”
She gave us both a hug and a kiss on the cheek before going to her own door. I was almost dizzy when I stepped into the lift – the models wanted to put spice into my life!!!
Over the next few days I moved all of my clothes into the middle bedroom, added my knick-knacks and electrical goods, pictures and bathroom goods. I thought about taking my favourite armchair and then decided that the Swedish ones were all that were needed.
With the fridge cleaned out and then the entire flat being cleaned ready for a new tenant I walked out of there for the last time and along the road to my new, upmarket, apartment. We already had a tenant ready to walk in, even happy to pay a little extra to get it furnished.
In the apartment I made sure that I cleaned though and made sure I had an idea of what was in the fun-room, even if there were some things in there that puzzled me on how they could create happiness.
I tidied up the master bedroom, stripping the bed and washing the sheets. I left a cover sheet on the bed and spread the soft toys over it. When I explored the drawers I found that I was right, in that they held a lot of very sexy womens underwear.
One drawer had a range of items that I took to be stuff that Justine had needed while still Justin. I also found her secret places that held her passport and quite a bit of money. She had certainly come a long way from a squat.
I was already getting notes in my new post box so my work carried on as before. I made all the changes needed with the utilities and my mailing address.
After a couple of weeks I was starting to feel comfortable when Keith called my mobile and told me that he wanted me to let him in the next afternoon and that he needed to be away around eight. My first visit was upon me.
I got home early and opened up the room. When he arrived I was dressed in leather pants, heavy boots and a leather jerkin I had found in the room.
He looked shocked when I opened the door and said “Get your arse in here, slave, get into the room and strip. Then lie on the bed and wait for me.”
He quickly made his way to the room. I swallowed and followed him a few minutes later. He was on his back, on the bed, and his dick was standing proud. I took some lengths of soft rope from the drawer and tied his wrists to the bedhead and then tied his ankles together and then to the bed frame.
He went to say something but I said “Silence, until I tell you that you can speak.”
I had found a hood with a ball-gag that attached to it so I slipped it over his head so that he was unable to see. I then put the gag in his mouth and clipped it into place. I then left him alone for about half an hour. When I went back into room he was in the same position and was moaning quietly into the gag. His dick was now totally hard and I only needed to tickle it with my finger before he shot his load, almost covering his chest.
I left the room again and, as I went back into my own bedroom to change, I felt some wetness on my hand and licked it off before I realised that it had been some stray cum.
“So that’s what it tastes like?’” I thought. Once I had dressed in my usual clothing I put the kettle on and went back to the fun room where I took off the hood and untied him.
“I’ve got the kettle on” I said “clean yourself up and I’ll make the tea.”
I heard him go into the bathroom for a quick shower and ten minutes later he walked slowly into the kitchen where I was brewing a pot.
“Thank you for that” he said “I really needed that but my main reason to visit you was to tell you that we had to put Justine on a life support and that you may well be here for a while. By the way, have you done anything like that before? You were so convincing I was almost afraid.”
“Only almost!” I said. “You were supposed to be shaking in your shoes! I will have to go back to that acting book and put more sternness into my delivery.”
We both cracked up laughing and, at that moment, I felt something that had happened today which changed our dynamics for ever. Only later did I realise that it was because I had given a man sexual release with just the touch of my fingers. The feeling of power was truly uplifting.
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Three
The models had been away for most of the time I had lived next door. It was easy to hear when they arrived home Friday evening after being away on a photo shoot as even the soundproofing was not good enough to muffle the giggling as they got out of the lift.
When things were quiet I opened the door and took a deep breath of their scent. I was just filling the kettle when there was knock on my door. When I opened it I was almost bowled over by a concerted rush of femininity that came in.
“Tea!” squealed Margo, “he likes tea.” She went straight to the cupboard and got three mugs out and made sure I had enough water in the kettle for all of us.
Somewhat dazed, I closed the door and wandered into the kitchen. Hey, I am not the bravest man around but, right at this moment I saw what turned Keith on.
I would have allowed any of these girls to do whatever they wanted if it ended in my release and it made me feel odd. It wasn’t manly and it certainly was not something I would openly speak to them about.
I made the pot of tea and they sat at my kitchen table and chatted about their trip away and the fantastic designer outfits they had to wear. I tried to keep my side of the discussion up by asking about the places they had been to.
Finally, Francine looked me in the eye and asked “So, has Keith been by to get his jollies yet?”
I blushed a bright red as they all nodded and Tatiana asked “So, did you enjoy it?”
I took a few seconds before I said that it was ‘interesting’.
Margo laughed and then said “So, Geri, you finally found out what power we girls can wield with just a finger or two.”
I was about ready to slide off my chair when she went on “Don’t worry, dear. We lived next to Justine for long enough to get to know the situation. She was so sad at what she had turned Keith into but couldn’t see a way out of keeping him happy by relieving his Mr Happy. She has even shown us the fun room. Are you sleeping in her bed yet?”
I shook my head and told them that I only went in there to clean, same as the fun room.
Margo took my hand and looked me in the eyes to say “Geri, we can see that you are conflicted with this. I suppose that causing another man to cum was a bit of a wake-up call to your concept of who you are. We know that you are a helpful and caring person and we have even had chats with a couple of your old girlfriends. They told us that you would be a fantastic lover if they were lesbians and one even considered getting you into a dress to see what happened. We know what Justine had been and we helped her through the finer points of femininity. She could teach us a lot about dressing to impress as she did it every day without fail.”
I went and took my cup to the sink to rinse it and then came back to the table to see if they wanted another,
As I stood next to Tatiana, Margo said “Tati, can you stand up for a moment.”
When she did and we stood side by side Francine gasped and said “That’s fantastic. They could have been brother and sister but it’s hard to decide which is which!”
Tatiana was a raven haired beauty and I found it hilarious that they thought we looked similar.
They finally got around to the point of their visit, which was to invite me to join them on Saturday evening at a dance club. I said that I was not a good dancer and was told that once I heard the music I would be in the groove.
As they walked out into the corridor, Margo said “By the way, it’s an all-girl club so you will have to come along as Tatiana’s sister. I told you we will put some spice into your life. Don’t even think about backing out now as you will find us to be very poor neighbours if you do. We will be around in the afternoon to get you ready and I want to see you shaved all over and smelling like you had spent half a day in a bubble bath. Justine has everything you need in her room so I suggest you look for things. I know that if you do this just the once, you will enjoy yourself and I will do my level best to make you happy when we get home.”
She then put a hand either side of my head and pulled me to her for a long kiss. The others called “Get a room” from along the corridor and she said “we will, later” as she went to join them.
I closed the door and leaned against the wall, sliding down until I was on my haunches. What on earth had I got myself into? As I thought about it, the prospect of being in bed with Margo was enough to allow me to go with the flow. What would happen? I will still see the sun rise on Sunday, even if I had been out as a girl.
I sat there for several minutes trying to see a downside. The venue was an all-girl club so, if I could pass as a girl there would not be a problem. I would be with three truly lovely women who took no prisoners so should be safe standing behind them.
It was about time I got out and had fun so I decided that it was going to be all right. All I needed to do now was to explore the ensuite for the correct items I would need.
I did not bother looking through drawers as I knew the girls would pick out things that would suit. I did, however, find some depilatory cream and rubbed it in all the places I could reach before having a shower to see a miniscule amount of body hair going down the drain.
I thought that surely there would be more than that but, when I looked in the big mirrors, I could see that my body was now smooth and did, indeed, feel very different. I got back in the shower and shampooed my hair twice before using conditioner three times as the girls had told me some time ago. I dried carefully and finally rubbed a hydrating cream all over and then spent several minutes brushing my hair.
When I went to put my pyjamas on they felt very rough and itchy. Shrugging my shoulders I went back into the main bedroom and found some satin PJ’s that fitted and also felt fantastic. Back in my own room I literally slid into bed and dropped off to a dreamless sleep.
I woke during the night with a full bladder; tea can do that to you. When I got to the toilet I found that I needed to slide the pants down to pee so just did that and sat. It was somewhat comfortable and I wondered why I had not done it before.
No need to try and aim, no trouble with errant hair creating a diversion to the stream, just sitting there and letting it go. I tore a small piece of paper off the roll and dabbed the end of my penis before I pulled up the pants, flushed and went back to bed.
In the morning I did not need to get dressed so went back into the main bedroom and found a robe I could put on. I made myself a breakfast and sat, eating it in a robe and satin PJ’s. Now that was weird.
What was weirder was when I peeled a banana and put it in my mouth I had a sudden vision of Keith on the bed with his dick standing to attention. I licked the underside of the banana as I slid it into my mouth, closing my lips over it as it went in as far as it could go. I was now fully erect myself and went off to the bathroom to relieve myself, oddly while still sucking on the banana.
Leaning against the bathroom wall while my ejaculation dribbled down the shower screen I wondered how on earth I had arrived at this point. I finished eating the banana while I shucked off the PJ’s and I realised that I had just had one of the best wanks in my short life.
I felt drained and was about ready to go back to bed but turned the shower on again. Grabbing my razor I had another shower while shaving. Before drying I made sure that any errant hair on my arms and legs had been removed. I put the robe back on and went into the lounge to check my internet messages.
There was one from Margo which listed what I should put into the bath when I filled it and to make sure I was in it by ten. She said to leave the door unlatched as she would be in at eleven to inspect me and wanted to find me still in the water.
It was nearly ten now so I went and unlocked the door. As we were only accessible by the secure lift I was sure that it was all right. I went into the main bathroom again and started filling the bath. In the ensuite I found all of the items Margo had listed and went back to pour some of each into the hot water.
When the bath was filled I took the robe off, bundled my hair up and put on a shower cap and then eased my body into the water. The smell was almost intoxicating and, strangely, very soothing as I settled in for one of my longest soaks ever.
After about half an hour I let some water out and topped up with more hot and used the body wash that Margo had listed before settling back again. I was dozing when there was a call from outside and Margo came into the bathroom.
I was suddenly aware that I was naked in a bath and the girl of my dreams was standing over me. She told me to pull the plug and get out as I was soft enough and she held her hand out to help me as I stepped out.
“Right” she said “you seem to be hairless but you forgot your pubes. We will need to remedy that!”
While I dried myself she went to the main bedroom and came back with an electric hair trimmer. She got me to stand with my legs straddling the open toilet and proceeded to turn my bushy groin into a field of stubble. “I can see it is just us girls in here” she said with a smile.
I replied that it was too afraid to stand out as it may have been trimmed.
I flushed the hair down the toilet and walked, somewhat differently, behind her to the main bedroom. She got me to stand while she looked through the drawers until she found what she was looking for.
“This is a pair of padded pants that are also a gaff” she declared. “Pull them up until they are at your groin and then we will fit them properly.”
When I had them at the required place she told me to tuck my penis between my legs and push my balls back into my body. It was a bit of a task but I achieved it and she pulled the pants up a bit higher.
She them told me to grab the pants and to pull them up tightly when she said. She then moved her hands to my butt cheeks and, when I was told to finish the job, she lifted my cheeks as I pulled the pants right on.
She told me to look in the mirror and tell her what I saw. When I looked I saw that there was no sign of my maleness and when I turned sideways I discovered that I now had a girls butt with uplift.
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Four
With a razor in her hand she told me to stand still while she checked me for errant hair. There were a few on my back that I had not been able to reach and a couple on the backs of my legs that I had missed but she was happy that I had fulfilled my task.
She then asked me what I had worn when Keith had visited so I opened the fun room and showed her the leather pants and jerkin. She wanted to know what I had worn on my feet and I showed her the boots.
“That’s handy” she remarked “you are pretty much the same size as Justine so almost everything in the place will fit you. You don’t realise how lucky you are.”
“But I don’t want to fit in to her things” I whined “this is just a one-off!” She just smiled and we went back into the main bedroom.
She got me to lie on the bed while she rummaged around in the drawers again. When she cried ‘Eureka’ I realised that my weekend was going to be so much different to any I had experienced before.
She rubbed some gel around my breast area and to each side. She then pressed something over the whole area and held it there for several minutes. When she took her hands away she stepped back and said “You now have a breastplate glued to you. When you stand up you will have genuine breasts, just like mine. We will go around the edges with more glue so that you will look just like a girl to the casual eye.”
I did then stand up and nearly fell on my face. She laughed and told me that this was why she had started my day early as I needed to get used to a few things before I was allowed outside.
I stood quietly while she did check the edges and filled the gaps, wiping the excess glue with a tissue. She then got me to put on some black satin panties over the gaff and followed that with a black satin bra that she called a tee-shirt bra. When I pulled off the shower cap and looked in the mirror I saw what they had said last night. I did look a bit like Tatiana – no – I looked a lot like Tatiana!
I was told to put the robe on and she went to the linen cupboard and pulled out the sheets and pillow cases for the big bed. Together we made up the bed with pink satin sheets and then pulled the pink cover over it before replacing the soft toys.
I had quite taken to a large teddy bear and resolved to sneak it into my own room when I was alone again. I heard noises from the kitchen and we went out to investigate, finding the other two girls laying the table and setting out a salad lunch.
Tatiana had the kettle on and when she saw me walk into the room she gave a little cry and came over to hug me, saying “Geri, I always wanted a sister and now I have one!”
I was shocked when our breasts collided and she wiggled a bit to interlock them while we hugged. There was a flash as we stood together and Francine had taken a picture of the two of us with big smiles on our faces.
So there we were; all four of us with robes on over our underwear and I was now part of their group, at least, while we were home. We ate our light lunch and I found out that I now had a place where crumbs can congregate on my chest.
As we were eating, Francine asked me what my nickname had been at school. I said “With a surname of Halliwell and a Christian name of Gerald, I should think you could guess.”
They all cried “Ginger!” and I nodded. After we had tidied up, the girls looked through the wardrobe and drawers for something I could wear that evening.
“It will be jeans or slacks but we are all going for a meal first so should look good” Francine explained.
“Oh. Great!” I thought; I was not only going to be in a dimly lit club but now was to be shown to the general public in a restaurant.
They did find a pair of red leather skinny jeans and a pair of boots in the same colour and it was decided that the only colour for a top had to be black and one was found hanging with a load of others that was declared workable.
I was ordered to put the jeans and boots on after I was given a pair of knee-high stockings to wear. I must say that these felt crazy good on my legs. I kept the robe on and was instructed to walk around and get used to moving in the boots which had a four inch heel. It was hard but was told to keep my shoulders back and lead with my groin while taking shorter steps. It then started to feel right.
One trouble I had was that I kept knocking things with my breasts, seeing that they were so new. I also now needed to move my arms so that I cleared the sides of my new body.
Everything felt wrong, but right. By mid-afternoon they were happy with my progress and my voice, having had to speak in a higher register for a few hours by then. I had to now put the top on and take a coat that had been selected for me.
Of course, it was red leather to match the jeans and boots – Justine was always a classy dresser, even in jeans.
Margo had found a small red shoulder bag which she had filled with what she called ‘essential supplies’ and I put my keys into it, along with a purse that I had filled with my cards and ID.
We then moved into the girl’s apartment. Here they sat me at Margos’ vanity and put a sheet over my clothes. Firstly, Tatiana worked on my face giving my brows a trim and using her own make-up so that we would match. Then, while she went off to get ready, Francine gave me a manicure and added nails which she then painted to match the jeans and also the lipstick I now sported.
Finally, Margo worked on my hair with some rollers and a spray bottle. Before she finished, she took a hand-held gadget and pierced my ears to add a pair of studs.
I was almost a total dummy as I allowed all of this to happen as I reckoned that most of what they had done would not be too apparent come Monday morning for work. When I finally looked in the mirror after I had been adorned with some jewellery I was staggered as I did look so much like Tatiana that it was almost unreal.
When they were all dressed and made up we had a photo session with Francine taking pictures of me and Tatiana smiling at the camera and, using a selfie stick, a few of all of us together which she sent to each of our computers.
Margo got an SMS message on her phone and she said that our transport was waiting downstairs. It was a jovial group of girls and one slightly reluctant would-be that went down in the lift and spilled out into the street.
I was pushed into the back of a large car with Francine and Tatiana while Margo got in front with the driver.
As we pulled away she turned and said “Geri, meet Steve, our driver when we go on jobs, he is on overtime tonight and will bring us home when I send him a message to pick us up.”
I said, in a small voice “Hello Steve, it’s great to meet you; at least we can all get drunk tonight.”
He looked into the mirror and also into my eyes when he said “Geri, I don’t know how many sisters Tatiana has but if there are more like you at home the men of the world don’t stand a chance.”
The girls laughed and Tatiana said “Steve, you old smoothie, you know that we all love you to bits and I am sure that Geri will do so as well.”
I just sat back and there was a lump in my throat as I contemplated what had just happened. A perfect stranger and – yes, a man – had complemented me on my looks within an hour of being transformed into Tatianas’ sister.
He took us across town to a good, but not overpriced, Chinese restaurant where he parked and we all got out. There was a table for six waiting for us with an older lady sitting there already.
The girls greeted her as she stood up and Margo introduced me. “Babs, meet Geri, a neighbour, friend, knight in shining armour that time with the drug pusher and tonight, the newly minted sister of Tatiana, who is, unfortunately, an only child.”
I looked at Babs and said that I was happy to meet her and then looked at Steve who was rearranging his face from a look of shock to a broad smile.
We were sat with me between Steve and Babs and it was difficult to keep my mind on the two conversations. Steve had heard about the drug pusher affair second hand and wanted to know all about it. Babs had known all about it at the time but we had not met.
Her questions were more about my background and working experience. She commented to the girls that I would look good for a camera and Francine showed her the pictures we had taken earlier. She asked that Francine send them to her work computer. It was, all in all, an interesting meal and I was the centre of more than one persons’ attention, a first for me.
When we eventually finished, Babs said that she had promised the girls and Steve a meal in recognition of a good photo shoot the week before and was extra happy that they had brought me along.
She then said that she had been contacted by a customer who wanted to run advertising based on twins and that I could be hearing from her! I was in a state of shock when we got to the car and didn’t realise that I was now in the front with Steve as we pulled away, the others in the back giggling a lot.
As we drove to our evening entertainment Steve reached over and took my hand. I was suddenly a total wimp as I let him hold it.
“Geri” he said quietly “I have always thought that Tatiana was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever met, and I have met a lot. Even though I know now what you have between your legs, you match her as another of the most beautiful girls I know and I hope we can be friends.”
I finally felt my whole self was lifted into a new plane of existence and I looked at him and said “Steve, I will like that” and smiled.
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Uplifting Five
We arrived at our destination and Steve let us out at the kerb. He said he would wait for a message and would need about twenty minutes lead time. We walked in to the most girly place I have ever seen, the pink almost made your eyes water.
The three girls were obviously well known there and we were all waved through the doors and into the lobby.
I whispered to Margo that I now needed to use the toilet so she said “Bog bonding time” to the others and we trooped into the toilets.
I now found out how difficult it is to remove ones jeans and two pairs of panties with long fingernails. This womanhood is going to take a lot of practice if I did any more of it.
After nearly stabbing one of my gonads with a nail getting redressed I was the last out of the cubicle and joined the others at the mirrors where I freshened up my lipstick just like a good girl should.
We deposited our bags in return for a numbered bangle that was put on our wrists. Margo explained that anything we drank or ate would go against the number and that we paid the bill when we collected our bags.
We could hear the thumping bass from out here but, as we walked into the actual dance club, it was like being hit with a solid wall of sound. I could feel it in my body in a similar way that you could feel a jet aircraft when you are close. Margo was right, because as she pulled me out into the throng I was already moving to the beat.
As we danced I got more fluid with my moves and, as the night wore on and I drank a few cocktails, I was almost liquid movement, or so I thought.
I had a lot of fun and when the evening got late they toned down the music to slower numbers. I had realised that this was a lesbian club and was not surprised when pairs of girls started dancing with their arms around each other. Margo pulled me close and we also danced closely, very closely.
As we danced she said “You may have wondered why we are here. It is a safe place for us to have fun without being hit on all the time. The other clubs are like attending a slave auction with all the grabbing and feeling that goes on. There is a time and a place for that sort of thing but it doesn’t happen here.”
Just as she said that I felt fingers pinch my butt and I turned my head to see Paula, one of the girls I had slept with.
“Hi there Margo, I see you finally got Geri out of the closet and into the real world. If I had known she would look this good I would have tried to transform her myself.”
We all smiled at each other and we moved apart with our partners. Around midnight Margo said that we should make ready to go home and we all went and got our bags, paying our bills at the same time. Margo sent Steve a message and we retired to the toilets to relieve ourselves and to repair our good looks.
We went outside just as Steve was pulling up. I piled into the back, being pulled in by Margo. Tatiana got in with us and Francine got in the front with Steve.
As we pulled away he asked if any of us had checked our phones lately because he had got a message from Babs during the evening. He said he was ordered to be outside our block at ten sharp to take someone to an urgent photo shoot.
I knew that it wouldn’t be me so I sat back as the others checked their messages.
“Holy shit!!” cried Tatiana. She passed her phone to Margo who read the message and burst out laughing.
When the phone was passed to the front seat so that they could see it the three of them were chortling as if they had heard the best joke of the year. Tatiana just sat there, as white as a sheet and with her two hands almost painful in grasping my arm.
“OK, folks, what’s the joke and why didn’t Tatiana get it?” I said.
Steve was the first to recover while the other two were searching for tissues to wipe their eyes.
“Geri, darling, you have been the catalyst that has possibly changed Tatianas’ career. That message was from Babs and she wants me to take you and Tatiana to a very good photo studio where they will be opening up just for the two of you. She wants you to do a portfolio of shots for the new Givenchy product range that features a new perfume. “
“I have taken girls to the studio where we will be going to tomorrow and have got quite pally with the boss there. He told me a few weeks ago that Givenchy was going to launch a new perfume based on a campaign that claimed it makes a girl twice as alluring. I reckon when you put all of the bits together it comes out fame and fortune for a particular set of twins. I can’t think of two girls who deserve it more so you had both better make sure you are bright eyed and bushy tailed when I turn up at ten.”
I turned to Tatiana and she was in tears. Suddenly she unhanded me but then threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bear-hug.
“Sweet Geri, please say you will do it with me. It would mean the earth to me and I know the others would help us with the project. You have no idea what being the face of a world-wide brand can mean. Please say you will be in it with me, please!!!”
Well, what could I do but say that I would do anything for the three of them.
Margo had recovered, “It’s OK Tati; I’ll make sure she is ready to roll. There is no way that Fran and I would stand in your way to that contract, you lucky bitch.”
It was a subdued group that got out of the car. Steve got out and opened the doors for us, receiving a kiss from Francine and another from Margo. Tatiana gave him a big hug and kiss as she said “See you tomorrow.”
He looked at me, smiled and pulled me into a hug and a kiss that curled my toes.
“See you in the morning, beautiful” he said and got back into the car to drive away. I was left standing at the kerb with a feeling that I had crossed a line tonight and wondered if there was any way back.
“Come on, sexy” Margo pulled at my hand “It’s time to pay the piper.”
In the lift we had a group hug and I felt as if these were truly my sisters. I knew that I did not feel too brotherly and there was one, in particular, that was going to test my powers of endurance, if I was lucky.
At our floor the other two said goodnight and we all air-kissed. I opened my door and Margo pulled me inside.
“Come on sweetheart” she whispered “We had all night before but now you are going to need your beauty sleep so we had better get started on the sex bit quickly.”
We helped each other undress and she produced a pair of satin nighties for us. She forced me to go through the make-up removal first but it wasn’t long before we were in the big bed with us sliding around on the satin sheets.
I can say that I did do my duty, in both a lesbian fashion and, finally, as a true man would. The effect of the night and having my own breasts gave me the best hard-on of my life and, together, we didn’t waste it.
Around four in the morning I woke with a full bladder and, untangling myself from Margo, I walked into the ensuite. Another reason to sit, I thought as I relieved myself, you don’t have to put the light on.
I wiped myself as Margo lurched into the room, “Don’t flush”.
I washed my hands while she let loose with a torrent of her own and went back to bed. When she came out she started running her fingers up and down my body so I reciprocated by rubbing her nipples.
It did not take long for me to get erect and she straddled me to sink down on me. This was a very new experience for me and I fondled her breasts as she worked her muscles.
She brought her hands up to mine and we entwined our fingers as she moved up and down. Then she leaned forward and forced my hands back on the pillow and kissed me as she bounced on my body as if I was the one being serviced. We both climaxed together and she collapsed on my chest before rolling off to one side and falling asleep again. I had the odd feeling that this was my job, not hers, as I drifted off myself.
I was woken around eight by a kiss that would curl your toes if they were not already curled.
“Come on sleepy-head; let’s get some breakfast into you before we prepare you for the sacrifice to the advertising gods.”
We padded into the kitchen in our nighties and I put the kettle on while she made some toast.
As we ate I asked the obvious question “What’s my role in all this?”
She thought a bit and then explained.
“A world brand is like the holy grail of modelling. If you are in a campaign you move into the upper echelons of the business. Everyone else wants you to grace their catwalks or the pages of the magazines. If you are ‘the face’ of a campaign it changes the dynamic drastically. The owner of the campaign does not want you seen all over with other products so pays enough for you to stay with them. It would mean a contract worth millions and a guaranteed career for as long as you want to make it.”
I digested what she had told me. “OK, that’s what it means for Tatiana; I wanted to know what it meant for me.”
“Darling” she whispered “I was talking about you.”
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Uplifting Six
I sat there stunned. “Why would I be the face of a brand?”
She looked at me almost pityingly, “Geri, sweet innocent that you are. You heard what Babs said at the dinner last night. She said that there was a campaign in the making that needed twins.”
“Givenchy is looking at a launch of a perfume that would make you twice as alluring. I know that the sort of advertising they like cries out for black-haired girls to suit the ambience. I can almost write the story-board myself – it is a classic situation and only needs the two of you on the bill-boards. Done correctly it would be a case of instant recognition and that is what everyone wants. I hope that I am not wrong as you are too nice to be let down and I have become very attached to you, especially after last night.”
We kissed for a while and then she stood, “Put on your shower cap and have a good shower using the scented body wash. Make sure you shave carefully and I will be back to get you ready.”
She picked up all of her clothes from the bedroom floor while I tidied in the kitchen and she gave me another kiss on the way out, leaving to door unlocked. I did as requested and was clean, tidy and feeling a bit more like a real person when she came back.
She told me to sit at the vanity while she had a good look through the wardrobe, finally coming up with a “Ahah!” as she pulled out a blue denim skirt and a white blouse.
“I thought I had seen Justine in these, Tati will be wearing the same.”
She worked on my hair and then on my face and then allowed me to dress.
We started with the gaff again, followed by white panties and a lacy white bra. She showed me how to put on panty-hose and then I put on the blouse and skirt.
I giggled, “About to be a supermodel and today I wear my first skirt.”
She pulled out some light coloured boots in what she called taupe. Then she found a similar colour handbag and we put all of the essentials as well as my keys, purse and the lipstick in the colour I was now wearing. When I looked in the mirror I saw a very nice looking girl who could be just the girl next door, if you lived in a gated community full of millionaires.
She gave me a hug and told me that I should just do my best and follow orders. She told me that photographers liked models that would hold a pose as ordered until the next one is called.
“Listen to what they ask” she said “That is the key to not only getting it right but also to getting it over with quickly.”
We pulled my door shut and went to collect Tatiana, who was a mass of shivering jelly. I held her and told her it was just another day at work and she would be successful as long as she doesn’t dissolve on set.
She laughed, “Listen to her, not a single shoot under her belt and she is giving me advice!”
Francine snorted, “That’s because you need it, girl. If you walk into a shoot the way you are they would take you straight to the exit. Get a grip and follow her lead. She is not worried because she is ignorant and, at this time, ignorance is certainly bliss.”
Before we went to the lift Francine took some more pictures of us and the two of them hugged us and whispered “good luck.”
In the lift Tatiana told me she was scared that it would not work out so I held her and told her that what I said before was all she needed to think about. It was just another shoot for her and we will either be successful or we wouldn’t.
If we are there was nothing to worry about and if we weren’t there was still nothing to worry about because we both had regular jobs and there was always the chance that being picked to try out for this job would be all she needed to move forward. I told her that Babs would make sure that everyone she dealt with knew that there was a big campaign finalist in her stable.
Steve was waiting by the car and he gave us both a hug before we got in the back. As we pulled away he told us that we looked magnificent and we both called him an old smoothie in unison before breaking into giggles.
At the studio he showed us in and greeted the boss by name, telling that he was now in the presence of two supermodels. We were ushered into a dressing room where four ladies waited for us.
I thought that the overtime rates for today would break some businesses. We were taken into separate rooms and I was told to strip down to bra and pants. Given a robe to wear I was then sat in front of a vanity again and all of this morning’s work was removed and another layer replaced it. One girl put my hair up and then I was taken back to be dressed in a magnificent evening gown.
I followed advice and did not say or do anything I wasn’t told to. Finally, I met Tatiana on the way into the studio proper. She looked like a million dollars and smiled when she saw me. The photographer was very professional and we followed his direction and smiled on cue.
He had us together, apart, one behind the other, holding a perfume bottle with “Double or Nothing” on the label or just admiring it while it sat on a plinth. Two changes of dress later he declared that he was happy with the result and that we could go home and enjoy the rest of the day. He thanked us both for being so fantastic and professional and that he looked forward to seeing us again.
We went back to our denim and white and thanked the ladies for their attention. They looked shocked at first and then thanked us for being so nice.
On the way out I commented, “That was different, what did those ladies expect, fire-breathing dragons?”
Tatiana said the usual behaviour from supermodels was just that and they had treated us like we were already at the top of the tree.
I said that it cost nothing to be nice and she hugged me before we got into the car.
“Thank you for everything, it’s in the lap of the gods now.”
Instead of going back to the apartment, Steve drove us to an up-market suburb and pulled up outside a mansion. Babs opened the door to us and welcomed us into her house to meet her husband, son and cocker spaniel.
She had organised a light lunch and asked us how we got on as we ate. Tatiana said that she thought we had done everything that was required and that the photographer had said that he looked forward to seeing us again.
“That’s promising” said Babs “He’s a one company man and they pay him enough not to do any other work except for his other passion, landscape photography. I’ve been to a couple of his exhibitions and one of his pictures hangs in the office.”
As we ate I noticed the son gazing at Tatiana like he was sitting in front of a goddess but my own attention was demanded by the spaniel which thought that I was the best person in the room to give out tit-bits.
We had just finished eating when her phone rang and she went into her home office to answer it. When she came out she had a big grin on her face.
“Ladies, you are now the faces of the ‘Double or Nothing’ campaign. I will be meeting the principals during the week to finalise the contracts but first we need to get the two of you to the office to sign you both on new contracts. Are you all right with that, Geri?”
I said that I didn’t know if I was all right with it until I found out just what it was I was needed to do.
She said that there would be more of what we did today as well as media interviews, overseas trips, millionaires at our feet and probably TV or film offers.
“Oh,” I joked, “Just like normal people then.”
She got her coat and office keys and Steve took us to her office in the city. On the way she made a call on her mobile and, when we arrived, a distinguished looking gentleman in golfing attire greeted us as we got out of the car.
He shook our hands and smiled widely, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, girls; I think that you’re going to make everyone very happy.”
We went up to her office in an outside lift which was a magnificent viewing platform if a little scary. He went to his own office to print up a contract and Babs took us into her own where we sat and she told us what we would likely be earning.
It was a figure that made me go damp and a bit dizzy and she gave me a glass of water while I recovered. I asked if there was allowance in the contract for assistants and she told us that we could nominate our own personal assistants and the principal would pay them a salary while we worked.
We both knew who would be taking the journey with us and that there may well be opportunity for them to be in front of the camera as well.
Tatiana had been in the business for a while so I figured that if she thought it was good to sign, I would too.
The contract that we signed was pretty standard as far as I could see. We nominated Babs as our manager on a five percent commission on our earnings and she agreed to look after our wellbeing and general day-to-day requirements, such as car and driver and needed beauty treatments.
When she pointed that one out she looked at me and said that this would include any surgery I would need to fulfil my obligations to our employer. It suddenly came home to me that I may need to become a full-time woman after being one for just one weekend.
I wondered that if I had new boobs I could wear an uplift bra.
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Seven
After that Steve drove us home and he congratulated us on our good fortune as he drove.
Tatiana said that now we were big names we may need a more handsome driver so I said that we couldn’t get anyone more handsome than Steve so maybe we should just insist on a classier car.
That made him laugh and he said that he thought it was going to be fun driving us two around so Tatiana told him that it will be us four as we had nominated Francine and Margo as our personal assistants.
Back home we went into the other apartment to chat with the girls. They were over the moon for us when we said we already had been given the gig and then sad that we would probably move away.
They cheered up when we told them that they would be taking the trip with us as our PAs and that we would push to get them in front of the camera as well.
Tatiana decided that we should all go out for a meal on her so we all needed to look good as she had a place in mind. We waited until she made a call to book a table and then another to book a cab.
That done we had about two hours to get ready and, although I thought that this was a long time, Margo said that she would pop in and help me once she had got ready.
I went back to my apartment and undressed completely, put my hair in the shower cap and had a long shower. I washed with the body wash and thought that the last forty-eight hours had flipped my life around and I didn’t have to think about going to work Monday if I didn’t want to.
No, I thought, that’s not the way I was brought up. I need to go in and make sure that everything is done right. With that in mind, after I had dried and put on a robe, I went to my bag and pulled out my phone, meaning to call Keith at home. When I logged on I saw that he had sent a message and it was short but not sweet.
‘Justine died today at eleven, funeral Thursday. All future visits cancelled’
I rang his home number and his wife answered. I said it was Gerry calling Keith and I heard her call to him that there was a girl on the phone for him.
When he said hello I said that I was calling him back because of the message he had sent. I gave him my condolences and he thanked me. He then asked who I was and I realised I had been using my Geri voice.
I told him that I was Gerry and that it had been an interesting couple of days. He asked me to meet him at the café around the corner for breakfast at eight on Monday and that he would drive me to the office afterwards. I said that I would see him then and we rang off.
I then sent an SMS to Maureen that I was having a business breakfast with Keith and that I would be late into the office. I also asked her if she could get on to the head office to see if there was someone they could send to us as I may be taking some time off for personal reasons. I pressed the send button and thought that she will know what those reasons were when she saw me. I was not going back to the office as Gerry any more.
I had left the door unlocked and was in the gaff and pulling on some red panties when I heard Margo call as she came in.
I called her through to the bedroom and she looked at me, taking in what I was putting on.
“A girl for just two days and you already know what you should be wearing for a celebration dinner. I bet there is a red mini in the wardrobe that will go with those.”
She was resplendent in a midnight blue creation that shimmered as she moved and I just stood and gaped at her with a bra in my hand.
“Come on, slowcoach, we need to make you look like a supermodel.”
I put the bra on and we did find a red mini that needed sunglasses to look at, it was so shimmery.
There were red heels in the rack and I put them on and wobbled about a bit before I started to get the hang of them.
She sat me at the vanity and worked on my face; I was getting used to this sort of thing now and had already had three faces today, the first in the morning and two more at the shoot.
While she worked I told her about Justine and that I was meeting Keith in the morning.
When I told her that he would not be visiting any more she said “Of course, he had a dependency on his sister. I expect his session with you made him think more about his own sexuality instead of his fetish. You may well have frightened him off for life. I hope so as it would be hard on him if he can’t get past it.”
I thought a bit and then asked her if she would like to move in with me as we could now afford to take on the apartment in the normal way. I was sure that Keith would not need the fun room any more so we could clean it out and do something else with it.
She said that we would have to go through the gadgets and gizmos that were there as there may be something that we may find useful. I then asked her if she would still stay with me if I transitioned, being certain I would need a breast job pretty quickly if I was to fulfil my contract.
She was quiet for a bit and I started to worry. She then smiled and told me that she would be happy to move in with me and it would not matter if I gained breasts or even if I lost my dick, although she said that she wanted to enjoy that as long as possible.
She said that she had been bi all her life and it did not matter to her what gender her lover was as long as there was love. I told her that there was a lot of love and it would only grow stronger and then we had to repair her lipstick as well as mine.
I asked if she thought that Tatiana and Francine would get on all right without her.
She laughed and remarked that they would be happy to see her go as she had been a bit of a dampener on their nights. I said that I had noticed them dancing closely on Saturday evening and she told me that they spent most nights in one bed or another.
Their apartment was a mirror image of this one and she had the master bedroom so she expected they would move into that together after buying a bigger bed.
I packed the little red shoulder bag that I had used the night before and we went to see if the others were ready. They were waiting for us and we went down to the lobby to wait for the car that Tatiana had organised.
That turned out to be a glittering Roller with a uniformed chauffeur. Tati said we had use of it for the evening and the driver would wait at the restaurant. I suggested that we see if he could eat in the kitchen while we dined and offered to pay for him.
Tatiana hugged me and said that it was a good job I was around to ground her as she was starting to act like a diva and that needed to stop.
At the restaurant we were greeted by the head waiter and Tatiana asked him if they could send someone out to take our driver somewhere he could have a meal himself with it added to our account.
The man looked surprised and then smiled. When he led us into the dining area he waved to a couple of waiters, who were hovering by a table in the corner, and veered towards one that was laid out with silver service and right in the middle of the room.
When we were being seated he asked “If I may be so bold, ladies, but do you have an occasion that you are celebrating tonight?”
Tatiana gestured to me and told him that we had been chosen today to be the faces of a national advertising campaign with a focus on twins being double the woman. He smiled even wider and said that he welcomed us to his establishment and hoped that we came back again, often; especially after we graced the billboards around town.
We ordered drinks and looked at the menu. It was in French but Francine was well up to the task of telling us what everything was and we allowed her to order for us.
While we had the first course I told the others about Justine and her funeral. We all decided that we would attend it when we knew where it was and Margo proposed a toast to the most elegant woman she had ever met.
I then told them my plans for the two apartments if Keith agreed to them and I could see the wheels turning in two heads as they absorbed the implications. The look that passed between them was precious so I proposed a toast to two loving couples and we all blushed.
It was a lovely meal and we complimented the chef when he came out to serve our flamed dessert. I knew that I could get well used to this type of service and attention.
When Tatiana paid the account she added a decent tip and we were all given loyalty cards with direct connection for bookings.
“It has a code number on each card, just quote that and we will fit you in, no matter what” we were told.
We thanked him and went outside where our driver was waiting at the bottom of the steps with a wide smile on his face.
He helped us into the car and, as he pulled away, said “Thank you for the meal ladies, it was most unexpected but welcome.”
He pulled some cards from his top pocket and passed them to Francine in the front seat. “These are cards which will give you direct access to me and I will try to attend to you as a priority. I would be happy to have you as regular customers.”
We thanked him and Margo gave him a sizable tip when we arrived home. Tatiana had paid for his time tonight on-line when she booked.
Of course, before we parted to enter our apartments we had to have some photos taken. I had the one of me and Margo shimmering under the fluoro lights enlarged and it graces the sideboard to this day.
The weekend came to a close with the two of us sliding around on the satin sheets that would certainly need to be washed in the morning.
With our future now more certain we took care to satisfy each other and our love was lifted onto another level before we finally slept.
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Uplifting Eight
We were up, bright and early, on Monday morning. After a cup of tea Margo kissed me and went back to her own quarters to shower and dress for the day. She had decided that she would be with me when I met Keith for breakfast.
I showered and put on my gaff and underwear, adding a pair of panty-hose that I was getting pretty good at putting on now.
I sat at the vanity and brushed my hair. Now I wore it to frame my face I could see what everyone else had thought before this weekend. With the deep black I was quite pretty, for a boy, and it made me realise why so many times in the past I had been treated in a less than manly way.
I had absorbed a lot of what Margo had said and what I had seen a professional do, so I tried to do my own make-up this morning.
It took a couple of tries but I finally figured out that the secret was a steady hand and giving it support worked the magic. I had the wild thought that most good make-up artists would make good darts players.
I picked out a grey business suit that had been hanging with a plastic cover over it. It looked brand new and never worn. I thought that Keith would never have seen Justine with it on, that would have been terrible.
I knocked on the door of the other apartment and Margo opened it, saying that she would be ready in a couple of minutes and then “My, don’t you look the business today.”
We walked around the corner towards the café and could see Keith inside, at a secluded table. When we walked in he stood up, “Margo and Tatiana, two of the most beautiful girls in town; what a pleasant surprise. Where’s Gerry, have you seen him this morning?”
I said, quietly “Keith, you’d better sit down because I am not Tatiana.”
His bottom hit the chair with a thump and he gaped at me and said, in a strained voice
“Gerry, is that you. My god, is that apartment jinxed? Will I have to get a priest in to wave a cross around?”
We sat down and I started by telling him that Friday night the girls had invited me to a dance club and, because I looked so much like Tatiana without make-up, I was to attend as Tatianas’ sister.
Margo showed him the picture of us together and he agreed we did have similar features. She then took over and told him about Babs and the consequences of meeting her with Tati and I dressed alike.
She then pulled up that picture and he gasped, “You look like twins!”
That led to me telling him of the photo shoot and the results which now allowed me to take over the apartment as a fully paying tenant if he agreed.
He nodded quickly and then whispered, “What about, you know?”
Margo told him straight out that he could discuss the fun room as Justine had told the girls everything and they had even been inside it with her. He was having a hard time getting oxygen by this time so we got him to drink a glass of water and settle down.
“How long have you known?” he asked.
“About a couple of years, I think” she replied.
“My god, I had no secrets, even though I tried my best to keep it quiet. Did Justine tell you what it was used for?”
Margo just nodded . “We’ve all been hoping that you would grow out of it some time. I guess that poor Justine dying has brought it all to a head.”
“That and something else” he whispered.
I said quietly “Like finding out that your fetish was not as much fun with a strange man.”
He nodded and tears formed in his eyes.
“I realised that it was just between me and Justine, something that bound us together, if you can excuse the pun. Although you did your magnificent best, it just wasn’t the same. I went home and told my wife everything and she has been helping me get over the whole thing. Our lovemaking has been much better now I have decided to be a man, just for her.”
Our breakfasts arrived and we were quiet for a while. As he ate he seemed to sit a bit stiffer, more in control. He invited us all to the funeral and told us the where and when.
“I’ll take you to the office after this. I’ll instruct Maureen to give you three months’ rent free if you promise to dismantle the fun room quietly and redecorate. You could sub-let if you like.”
I told him that we would do what he wanted but sub-letting was out of the question as Margo and I would share the apartment as a couple.
He then told me that if I went through Justines’ things and pulled out all of her personal papers, photos and the like, I could do what I liked with her clothes and jewellery.
Then he asked if we could deliver a yellow sundress with buttons up the back to the funeral director as that was one of her favourites. Margo said she knew which one it was as she had seen Justine in it several times.
When we finished the meal he paid the bill and we went to his car. At the office Maureen was a bit nonplussed at seeing the three of us walk in and made notes when Keith told her that “these two ladies” will be taking over the apartment on a full lease immediately but that payments were to be postponed for three months.
He told her to organise a couple of extra keys for us and then he bade us cheerio and strode out of the office with his old posture and style.
Maureen watched him go, “I’m glad to see that he has got over poor Justine so quickly,” before turning to us.
“Now, while it’s a pleasure to work with you two regarding the apartment, I want to know if Gerry is aware of all of this as we have already got a tenant in his old flat and there are no more vacancies.”
I finally had the chance to say “Maureen, dear heart, I’m not Tatiana and, yes, I am aware of all of the things going on around me, I think.”
“Gerald?” she gasped as she sat down heavily. I seem to have that effect of people this morning.
“No. Not Gerald. From the weekend it is Geri, with an ‘I’ like Ginger Spice, and this is me for the foreseeable future; a future I plan to share with Margo. I had a weekend like no other and I started as meek and mild Gerald Halliwell and came out of it as Superwoman, all without the need of a phone box.”
Margo said she had to do some shopping and left us so I got all of my files open and made notes.
Maureen kept glancing my way, “If you have any questions, Maureen, feel free to ask and I’ll evade any I consider too personal.”
She sat up, “Did you do this sort of thing before as you look too natural as a female?”
“No, never; and never even considered it.”
“Your message said that you were taking time off, will you be resigning?”
I told her that I was as I had another job and had even signed a contract and, yes, it would be as Geri and she would see me in so many places she would probably want to throw darts at my picture.
I showed her the picture of Tati and me looking like twins and told her that we would be together on billboards before long.
Just then the office door opened and young Jackson, from the main office, put his head in.
“The boss told me to come around and that I would be told what to do when I got here.” We told him to come in and sit at my desk.
I started by telling him that he was going to be permanent as the Property Manager if he could do it and that the two of us would take him through his paces this week. I realised why they had sent him as he just wasn’t an accountant and should have gone to trade school instead. This, however, would be an advantage with what we had to do and that I thought he may just be the perfect fit.
I began by describing what our usual day was and assured him that Maureen did all of the books which left him to look after the tenants. He was a personable young lad and I could see him getting on with everyone.
We worked through the files and I described all of the properties and told him the usual problems that arose, and why. I took him through the list of our contractors and told him that he needed to visit them all to introduce himself, just as he was going to have to at all of the properties.
He started asking pertinent questions and I answered as best I could.
The last one made Maureen snort.
“I was told that Mr Halliwell would be here to tell me all this. I certainly don’t mind sitting next to two gorgeous girls all day but where is he.”
I smiled. “All you need to know, Mr Jackson, is that Mr Halliwell has left the building, for good, so you will just have to put up with us.”
Margo came back and said that she had done her shopping and taken it back to the apartment. I asked Maureen if she would be OK looking after her new partner and she said she would.
I then turned and asked the lad if he was happy with what he had so far and he said he was. I told him that I would be picking him up, here, at ten on Tuesday and will take him to all the properties he would be looking after. I told him that his homework would be to find all of the properties on a map and work out the best way to see them all in the shortest time.
I then told Maureen that I would be going to the main office in the afternoon but now I needed to go clothes shopping.
I found out, that day, that shopping for clothes can really give a girl a lift.
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Nine
I had already typed a letter of resignation, so after we had got tired out from shopping, we got a cab to detour via the main office. Margo waited in it with our bags while I went in to tell them I quit.
I walked into the lobby and used my pass card to access the lift to the sixth floor. In reception I gave the card and letter to Julia, behind the desk, to pass on to the boss.
As I turned to go she asked me what it was in regard to and I told her it was Gerald Halliwell’s letter of resignation. I was at the door when she snorted, “At least he could have delivered it himself”.
I turned as the door was closing, “He did, sweetheart, he did.”
Back in the apartment we left all of my bags in the second bedroom while Margo and I did a thorough stocktake on the walk-in wardrobe and all of the drawers.
There were some things still hanging up that must have been there since prior to Justin becoming fully Justine as they were only good to wear if you stood on a street corner and waved at passing cars.
A few items were just not me but we did approve of about half of the stuff in the wardrobe. The drawers were a much better situation as she had a good eye for nice underwear and the only things that went in the toss bag was a couple of pairs of crotch-less panties and a truly horrendous corset that she must have used in a fancy dress party.
We amassed quite a small pile of paperwork for Keith, from her original birth certificate to her new ID’s as a woman. We also found her will, which left everything to Keith to do with as he wished, as well as an insurance policy that named him as the beneficiary.
We put all of that in a large envelope along with the passport and cash I had found earlier. We put it out on the coffee table in the lounge, with the yellow sundress in a plastic cover draped over the settee back.
We had a light tea, not that hungry after a big breakfast and a lunch in the shops. Margo then went to her apartment to bring back some everyday clothing for herself as well as her bathroom goods and cosmetics.
I changed into jeans and slippers and, on a whim, started to look at the odd spaces in the walk-in, finding a rather large bag of very old weed, which went into the bin, as well as an interesting box marked “K & J have fun.”
It had DVD’s in it and I took the box into the lounge and cranked up the TV and disc player. What I saw on the first one I put in was enough to bring bile to my throat.
When Justine had Keith in the fun room it was nothing as mild as I had done. I could not believe the positions she had tied him in, or even how he still managed to cum while she beat him with a crop.
I ejected the disc and took the box through to the fun room for later disposal. I did have a look at the aspect and field of view and found the camera on the top of the wardrobe with the recording unit under the floor of the wardrobe via a small trapdoor. I wondered if Keith knew about the recordings or if Justine was actually building up a stock for blackmail purposes.
When Margo came back we organised the storage into hers and hers and she started to fill her side. I got my shopping in and added to my side.
Although Justine had been elegant, it was an old-world elegance and my purchases reflected a more modern look, which Margo had fully approved of as I had tried things on. I had bought a few pairs of shoes that were perfectly in my size and I was much happier when wearing them.
One item of pure indulgence that I had bought had been a glorious pair of emerald drop earrings that would go with many colours. I had promised Margo that we would get two matching diamond rings after I had started getting paid. I hoped I started getting paid as I was almost tapped out at present.
With her stuff packed away and her bathroom goods in their place, Margo said it was time for bed.
We pulled the satin sheets off for washing tomorrow and found some more normal cotton ones that would not be like sleeping on a toboggan run in winter. After a shower and make-up removal, we put on our nighties and dived into bed. Tonight we just cuddled and it was all right. No, it was better than all right.
It was Tuesday morning and I was having a wonderful sexy dream which usually had me waking up with sticky PJ’s. When I came, I immediately woke up with a sense of dread but, when I opened my eyes, I found that I was looking at Margo, straddled on my dick and making good use of my morning glory.
“Good morning, sweetheart” she whispered “it was standing there proud and I just couldn’t resist.”
She leant forward and kissed me and I put my arms around her and held her close, running my nails up and down her back, which made her shiver again and her muscles contracted on my slowly shrinking member.
“Be careful getting off” I said in her ear “We don’t want to have to wash these sheets as well.”
She laughed, “First I get a boyfriend who turns into a lesbian lover and now she is turning into my mother! We need to take you to a doctor to see how many of you are in that pretty head, my girl.”
She did reach out and grab a load of tissues before she moved. When she was back lying beside me she said, quietly “I think that I’m really and truly in love with you. You are beautiful, tender, caring and fun, as well as practical and a thinker. Is there anything you aren’t?”
I rolled over, after getting some tissues to wipe myself, “Margo, my true love, there is one thing that I can never be, and that is unfaithful to you. Oh, and I’m not a good cook.”
We kissed and then headed for the showers, me to the ensuite and she to the main bathroom. As I was going to be driving young Jackson around today, I had decided that I would wear a powder blue pant suit I had bought yesterday with low heel sandals.
Margo put on jeans and a top and said that she would work in the apartment while I was out as it needed a tidy up. We had breakfast and kissed before I left to walk to where my car was stored, carrying the packet for Keith and the dress for the funeral parlour.
I hadn’t realised how grotty the garages were when I went there before. With my new nails and clean clothes I needed to be extra careful when I opened up and got in the car.
I backed the elderly Astra out of the garage and then got out and closed the garage door. Driving to work I realised that I didn’t really need the car when I had two drivers at my beck and call so, when I parked outside the office, I pulled the paperwork out of the glovebox and signed the transfer section before putting it back.
In the office I called Keith to say that I had the packet of papers and asked him if he wanted to pick them up or for me to drop them off on my way around with young Jackson.
He asked if I would drop them at his house. I went through the route that Jackson had worked out and found that Paul, yes, he had a first name, had been very good and his route was close to the one I had used when making visual inspections. I made two changes to do my deliveries and we told Maureen we would be back late in the afternoon.
Carrying a folder with all of the property details I went to the car and opened up. I asked Paul if he had a driving licence and, when he said he did, I invited him to drive. He got in and I went to the passenger side and got in, putting my bag and the folder in the footwell.
“Do you need directions or can you find your own way? “ I asked and he said that he should be good but I can give him prompts along the way. Going to the first stop I asked him if he had his own car and he said he didn’t but got about on his bike.
As we went to the various properties I introduced him to the people I normally talked to as “Paul Jackson, who is taking over Gerry Halliwell’s old job.”
After the fourth stop we got back into the car but, before turning the key, he said, “You know all of these people by name. I have decided that you are really Gerry Halliwell that’s become a butterfly overnight.”
I laughed and said that he was very close to the mark but that there was no cocoon required, just some friendly girls who saw something that I had missed all my life.
At the funeral parlour I gave the undertaker the dress and he asked if I would like to view the body but I told him I would rather remember her as I had seen her in real life.
Just before lunch we stopped to deliver the papers to Keith and, when I said that I had my replacement waiting in the car, he called to his wife to join us. Paul and I followed them to a little Italian restaurant.
He and Paul got on well and I had a good chat with his wife, who didn’t know what I had done with Keith in the fun room and didn’t need to know.
When we left them Paul said that this was certainly a different life to what he had been doing in the main office. He told me that he was crap at figures, he had been just the office boy and general tea boy.
He thanked me for getting out of his situation.
I chuckled, “You won’t thank me when there is an overflowing drain that’s been blocked by a child’s toy and the parents are screaming down the phone for you to do something.”
He smiled and said that it was something he now had to look forward to.
Just then I looked up the road we were on, “Holy crap, that’s quick!”
I asked him to pull over and park and I watched as two workmen put the finishing touches on a billboard. It was one of the pictures taken on Sunday with Tati and me each side of a perfume bottle on a plinth.
We were looking at it with amazed faces and there had been words now added that said ‘Are you game? The new scent “Double or Nothing” is coming soon.’
Paul turned to me, “Isn’t that you up there?”
I nodded and told him that the other girl was Tatiana and he said that he thought they had overprinted the picture of me in reverse.
Before we carried on I rang Babs and asked her what was going on. She told me that the principals had been getting close to dropping the campaign until we turned up and it was a full-out push now.
I told her I was looking at a billboard right now and she said that the contracts were all signed yesterday and that we would be needed later in the week for a TV commercial shoot.
She also said that the principal knew of my status as the dressers at the shoot had sussed me out pretty quickly but carried on as ordered. She also said that there was a payment going into my bank today.
Well, that was uplifting for an almost broke girl.
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Ten
We carried on with our task and Paul was getting pretty good at chatting with the customers as we got further along. The whole experience was bringing him out of his shell. I had left my own home to the last call and we parked outside and I led him into the lobby and the lift.
Going up I said, “This is the last stop and the person you will talk to on the top floor is me as I live here. I am going to re-introduce you to Margo, who you met briefly yesterday, and also the other girl on the poster, if she’s home. You’ll get to meet the other tenants in the block as they need you but they’re all pretty easy to get along with. The folder’s in the car and I want you to stop for a cuppa and ask any questions you want regarding the job. I think that today may well be the last one I will be able to give you.”
I opened up my door and called to Margo to be decent as we had a visitor. She had done wonders with the place during the day, moving the furniture around and cleaning up.
She said hello to Paul and asked him how he was going. I put the kettle on while they were chatting and sent an SMS to Tatiana to drop in if she was home.
The two of them walked in before the kettle boiled and I introduced Paul to them. He was totally flummoxed at being in the presence of such a bevy of femininity. I showed Tatiana the picture of the billboard I had taken on my phone and she gave a little squeal and sat down on the sofa.
“I thought it was all a dream” she cried “Now we’re up there on the posters for all to see and it’s real.”
She held a fist high and cried “Today suburbia, tomorrow the world!”
We all laughed and I poured the tea. I asked Paul if he had any questions and his first was “Can I come and live with you lot?”
To which the reply was “No, but you’re welcome to visit.” He had a few pertinent queries about how he should act when requests came in and it showed that he was practical.
He had become quite relaxed with us all and looked a bit reluctant when I said that it was time he got back to the office or else Maureen would be sending out a search party.
I took him down to the lobby and stopped at the door.
“Paul” I said, “Here are the keys to the car. The paperwork is in the glovebox and I have already signed the transfer part so consider it yours. Give Maureen my regards and tell her that neither of you should be strangers.”
He was staggered and gave me a hug, saying “Thank you for everything” before giving me a kiss on the cheek.
As he left I could hear him singing “I kissed a girl”.
Back in the apartment I joined with the others in checking our bank accounts on our phones. Tati and I both stared at each other, open-mouthed, at what we had seen there.
Both Margo and Francine had received payments as our PA’s as well so we were all in the money.
I asked “Well, what do we do now?”
Tatiana pulled out the two cards we had been given on Sunday and said “Party, girls, party.”
When we arrived in the Roller the head waiter was waiting at the door for us and greeted us warmly.
“I saw a couple of the posters today” he said “Welcome to my establishment, lovely ladies.”
We had another lovely dinner and a little too much to drink while our driver was being fed again in the kitchens. Afterwards we had him take us to the place of my first girl experience and asked him to come back for us around midnight but that we would send him an SMS when we were about to leave.
In the club they had obviously seen the posters as we were made welcome and there were lots of pictures that needed to be taken of me and Tati with the patrons. We did stay off the hard drink and just danced when we could so were reasonably sober when we sent the message as we prepared to leave. The management and several patrons came out to wave us off as we piled into the Roller.
Up on our floor we had a group hug that turned into a group kissing session, with everyone kissing everyone else. I was amazed at how the others felt about me, a newbie in their midst, but the kisses that Francine and Tatiana had given me were enough to show me that I was one of them.
They still didn’t match the lust that Margo put into her kiss when we got inside the apartment and it wasn’t long before she was back in the same position that I had woken up with; only this time it had taken about a half an hour of foreplay to get to.
Wednesday morning we were having breakfast when there was a message on Margo’s phone. She looked at it and said that Tati and I were needed to get a medical check-over in the afternoon and that I had been booked into another clinic beforehand.
The address given was a building near the agency and the message had also been sent to Francine. Steve would pick us all up at midday and we would be going to lunch with Babs and representatives of the principal before our appointments. I realised that she had got the message as my PA and that she was now, effectively, my right-hand girl.
Just then my own phone pinged and it was a message from Babs to me to tell me to make sure that I didn’t have my breasts glued on this afternoon.
I showed it to Margo and we went into the bathroom where she applied the glue solvent and I became flat-chested once more.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “There are falsies that you can wear loose in one of the drawers.” Margo phoned Francine to find out what Tatiana was going to wear so that we could get close.
They decided that we should go with the denim skirts again but with our own choice of top and jacket.
Steve was smiling broadly when we walked out of the building.
“I don’t believe it,” he cried, “There I am, driving along and minding my own business when I see a bloody great poster with the two of you goggled-eyed at a perfume bottle. Now here you are in the wonderful flesh.”
“You old smoothie” we cried in unison and we were laughing as we piled into the car. He drove us to the same Italian restaurant that we had been to before and we were shown to a table where Babs and two well-dressed gentlemen were seated. They all got up to greet us and Babs made the introductions.
The two guys were called Mario and Alberto and they were in charge of the campaign. On the table were four small bottles of the perfume and we were invited to see what we thought. The four of us spritzed ourselves and I must say it was very pleasant, light and flowery with a hint of musk that gave it a sexy overtone.
We told the guys that it would be a hit and we tried it out on our waiters when they came around to take the orders. By the lift in service I think that it worked.
“Amazing,” said Alberto, “The lab said it would be a good one but I never thought it would be so good. I feel as if I should be kneeling at your feet, ladies, and asking you to make me yours; except my wife and her father would probably have me shot if I did.”
We chatted and ate, ate and chatted, and I thought that it was going to be good working with these guys.
As we had our after-meal drinks in front of us, Mario said “All right, ladies, down to a little business. We need you girls to shoot a TV advert on Friday. It will be set in a regency era dance with the two of you surrounded by men and a group of ladies sitting by themselves.”
“The overdub will be along the lines of “Do you want to be the centre of attraction, the life of the party and twice the woman you were? Or do you want to not use “Double or Nothing” and be a wall-flower?’ The clothing will be Regency elegant so your defect will not bother us, Geri. We will, in future ads, need you to have cleavage but there is plenty of time before that. I think that Babs has made an appointment along those lines for you this afternoon.”
I just sat there as my future had been decided for me and no-one had asked if it was what I wanted. However, the more I thought about it and remembered the numbers that now graced my bank account, I knew that the flow was calling so I had better get with it.
When we had finished, Mario paid the bill and the restaurant owner wanted to take a picture of me and Tati with him and his wife. We did that and thanked her for her wonderful cooking and I was pointed to my first appointment while the others headed to the agency to work through some logistics. I left it to them as the modelling business was in their blood, not mine --- not yet.
Babs had given me the doctors’ card and said that he had worked on a few of her girls with none being unhappy with the results. When I arrived the receptionist was very cheerful and greeted me by my first name, telling me that I should consider myself as part of a large family of ‘improved girls’.
The doctor was professional and careful in his inspection of my chest. His nurse took some blood and he took a couple of photos of each breast area before saying I could dress again. He sat me down and told me that I was lucky that I had not used the stick-on breasts for long enough that my own skin got wrinkled.
He said that he could give me a pair of ‘C’ breasts and that I would only need to rest for a week after that for healing to take place and the stitches to come out.
He looked at his diary and said “I can do you Monday morning. Babs knows where. No food after midnight Sunday. I’ll see you then, shall I? Oh, don’t go buying any uplift bras for at least a month.”
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Eleven
I was in a state of shock when I left his office, finding Tatiana in reception chatting to the nurse. As we went to leave the nurse said, “See you Monday morning” and Tatiana asked if I had another appointment as we walked along the corridor to the check-up.
“Not here” I said, “At the hospital - for tits.”
She hugged me and told me that she knew I was a true girl at heart. We went to my second appointment where a lady doctor had us strip down completely before going over every inch of our bodies, and I mean every inch.
More blood taken and a saliva swab for a DNA check and finally a urine sample for a drug check and we were finished. She asked me what drugs I was on for transitioning and was amazed when I told her that I had not taken any.
Tatiana told her that I had only been dressing as a girl since Saturday and was already on billboards around the city.
“I know; I’ve seen them. I would never have guessed that one of the subjects was a guy, especially a guy that had not been taking hormones” said the doctor. “However, that has to be addressed right now. Geri, you head back into my surgery and I will get the nurse to give you some shots.”
When we left I had an odd feeling in both buttocks where I had the injections. The nurse had explained that one was a fast action mixture of blocker and estrogen while the other was a slow release version.
I was to come back in a couple of weeks for boosters as well as both of us getting the results of the tests. Back in the agency, Margo and Francine now had organiser diaries with a lot of notations already in them.
I brought everyone up to speed with my own activities next week and got a group hug as a reward. I found out that we would be taken to the funeral tomorrow with Steve, who would also pick us up on Friday for the commercial filming. Saturday we had another photo shoot and Sunday we had off. This was worse than work!
I suggested that we get fish and chips on the way home and have a quiet evening as I didn’t think I could stomach another restaurant meal and Steve took us to a chippie not far from our block where we ordered our tea.
There was some consternation behind the counter, where two teenage girls were serving.
Finally, as we were paying for our tea, one said “Excuse me, ladies, but are you the two on that poster.”
She pointed out the window and, across the road, was the picture of us, large as life.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you girls, but yes, it’s us. We live just around the corner” I smiled as I said it. “We may see each other on a regular basis if we aren’t jetting off somewhere.” They grabbed a texta and the two of us had to sign their tee-shirts.
Back in the car Tatiana scowled, “My very first autograph hunter and it’s a couple of girls in a chippie, I’ll leave that out of my memoir when I get someone to write it.”
I didn’t say anything as it was a real privilege to be asked by anyone, and we had made their evening more memorable than usual. We parted at our corridor and went inside to a quiet tea of fish and chips and a cuppa.
Margo and I spent the evening going through the fun room to see what needed to go. We dismantled the bed and leaned it against the wall. While she had her head in the drawers trying to figure out what the implements did, I sneaked the box of DVDs out and put them in the second room, behind some of my old things.
We had a plastic bag of ropes and shackles to go out with the rubbish and there was a small pile of handcuffs and gags that Margo said may come in handy if I got too boisterous.
The leather hood and clothes were just too expensive to dump but we did bag a couple of maid’s outfits in Keiths’ size. Actually, we toyed with the items that evening and I found myself with my hands cuffed above my head, ankle cuffs on and a ball gag in my mouth as Margo played with my body like a violin before sitting on me. That girl does like to be on top!
Thursday dawned and we got up, breakfasted and showered to get ready for the funeral. We all had light grey dresses as we didn’t want to go in black.
At the church there was a small crowd and we met up with Keith and his wife. She wanted to know what scent we were wearing as it seemed to be affecting all the men in the congregation.
We told her it was the new one and I gave her my bottle, saying I could borrow the one that Margo had. I told her to put it on tonight, along with a sexy nightie, and see what effect it had on Keith.
After the service we trooped out to the graveyard where a fresh hole waited for the coffin. I stood by Keith and said that I would like a quiet word after.
When everything was done, his wife was talking to the priest and he came over to me.
“I know this isn’t a good time for this, Keith,” I said, “But did you know that Justine was filming you in the fun room?”
He was shocked and I had to put my hand on his arm to steady him.
“She wouldn’t do that, would she? Where are the recordings?”
“They’re in a box in the spare room. You can come around to pick them up.”
“I’ll come around tonight. Thank you for this, I’m so far in your debt I can never repay in full.”
After the funeral we went home again and Margo finished clearing her stuff from the other apartment, leaving Tatiana and Francine to re-arrange their accommodation. I spent my time removing the camera and DVD recorder and putting them with box of discs.
While taking out the recorder I noticed another trapdoor in the floor of the wardrobe. When I prised it open I found a bundle of cash in a bag, and a diary. I put those with the other stuff.
When Keith came around I showed him where the camera had been and then took him into the spare room and showed him what I had found. He took the box of discs and the diary, and told me I could do what I like with the recording equipment. I could keep the money, however much it was. He said that the insurance policy was substantial and would pay for a holiday home by a quiet beach.
I put the cash in a second plastic bag and stored it in my sock drawer in the spare room. The recording equipment may come in handy in the future so I left it in my wardrobe. I was going to have to sort out the spare room sometimes but I was loath to throw out my old male clothing as most of it had graced my body for years. I may do it after I get my boobs as not much of it would fit me then. We had another quiet night and watched a bit of TV, cuddled on the sofa.
Friday morning, we had our breakfast and showered before putting on casual clothes with minimal make-up. Although Margo was not scheduled to be in the commercial, she said that once a model, always a model and you never turn up to a shoot done up to the nines.
We met up with the others at the lift and went down to the lobby where Steve was waiting for us. He pointed out that we all had mail waiting for us and we promised to pick it up on the way back. He drove us to a rather grand ball-room in the regency style and Mario was waiting for us outside.
He led us into the main ballroom where there was a set, with camera, sound and lights already set up. It was set like a corner, with seats on each edge. I could see where we would sit had plenty of room for the actors that would be around us while the other seats were closer together. We met with our ladies from Sunday and they took us over one side that was set up as a portable dressing room with curtained cubicles.
They were glad we were on time as they did not have to rush with the dressing and make-up. Another six ladies were waiting for the other models but there were about ten guys already dressed and ready to go.
We were dressed on and were getting our faces on when there a was a kerfuffle outside and I heard a couple of girls screeching about poor transport and then a guy telling Mario that they had not been ready when he went to pick them up.
One strident girls voice demanded to know what her role was as she needed to get into character and her dresser told her that she was an extra harpy in a group of harpies and had no words; in fact the whole commercial only had a voice-over.
The girl got strident, “I was told I was in a national campaign and all I am is an extra – well you can shove that”” and she stormed out with her friend.
It was time to lift our own friends into the scene.
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Twelve
I quietly spoke to my make-up artist, “There’s two girls here as our PA’s,. they’re experienced models, signed on with our agency, and you’ve worked with them before, I think.” and gave her a wink.
She left me and went out to see Mario, coming back to return the wink before saying “I’m going to love working with you, honey. Those other girls have been a right pain in the butt for weeks.”
When we left the cubicles to go on set we both looked like a million dollars.
I said, “What about the scent, we must have the scent.”
Mario said that they were not filming in smellovision and I said “Trust me, you want those men to look interested, this will do just that.” Tatiana took her bottle from her bag and gave us both a good spritz.
When the other models, now including Margo and Francine, joined us we all took our places on the seats and the men gathered around the two of us. The other girls, while dressed well, had muted colours while we were as bright as could be while still keeping in era.
Mario took his place in front of us, “Right, attention please. The take will run with the opening shot on Tatiana with a hand on one shoulder, as we pan out we will see half of you guys giving her lots of attention. Gary, I want you to kneel at her feet and gaze up at her.”
“The camera will then pan out further to show Geri in a similar position with the guys around her as well. This will have the voice-over saying that the scent makes you twice the woman. The camera will then pan back to show all of you other girls and I want you to look angry and bewildered at not being the centre of attention. Everyone got it?”
We all made ready and he called action and we had the sound board man do his thing. I thought that we did well in the first take as I was counting in my head and the snap to cut was twenty nine seconds.
Mario called for the guys to get closer and the other girls to look meaner and we did it a second time. With the guys closer the scent started to work and you could see by the looks in their eyes that they wanted to jump our bones right there on the set.
Tati and I were told to just look haughty and disinterested but the roving hands that we felt by the third take caused us both to react ourselves.
Mario considered that one good to go and he told us to head back to the dressers. He told Margo and Francine to go and see their dressers and then dismissed all of the other models, telling them that they had done well and their cheques would be in the post.
Our dressers removed the regency gowns and replaced them with very swish evening gowns, high necked for me and low cut for Tatiana. Margo and Francine appeared with similar gowns but, again, in a more muted colour.
When we went back to the set all of the others had changed and left and Mario told us to gather round. He explained that we would be filming a commercial that would lead off the second round of the campaign and we were doing it today as the two other models were actors. They could only make it today before they needed to be overseas making films. He then said that he had sent all of the other models off as this was to be kept as secret as possible until it got onto the screen.
The set had been remade to look like a roulette table with a chair on one side and two chairs on the other. Margo and Francine were sat at the two chairs and Tatiana sat on our side with me standing to one side and slightly behind her. Just then there was an intake of breath from the dressers who were watching it all evolve. We were joined on the set by the current James Bond and the previous one, both in immaculate suits and both hunks. Individually they were very expensive real estate in the advertising game. Our boys were playing for keeps by getting both of them.
The latest one stood close to Tatiana and put his hands on her shoulders while the other one came up behind me and put his arms around my waist. Wow, not a total girl yet but in seventh heaven already.
When he got a whiff of the scent I could feel the result against my cheek and I wiggled my bum for him.
Mario got in front of us, “Right, this is a similar scenario. The voice-over is ‘Win the Jackpot when you play with “Double or Nothing”’ and as the camera pans out to show the girls sitting alone it will say ‘Or you could just not bother and end up with nothing at all’. This time I want the two of you to look sleek and satisfied while you others are going to be downcast and unhappy.”
Tati and I made sure we needed four takes as we were having the best fun while my Bond was having a harder time of it and it felt empowering.
Mario saw his difficulty and ordered another two takes with the Bonds changing places so they both ended up with unmistakable stiffies. At the end of the last take he told us to all hold our positions and the movie camera was replaced by our fashion photographer who took a lot of pictures before he said he was happy.
Of course we had to keep still and, by the time he had finished, our gentlemen friends had recovered their composure.
Mario said “Thank you for your time, gentlemen, we will let you go and catch your planes now” and they came around and gave all four of us hugs and kisses before they left.
I could hear the sighs from the dressers so I suggested that they should follow through with all of the ladies so it was a very satisfied crew that remained when they finally went out to their waiting limos with big smiles on their faces.
Mario then told us we had all done well and that the stills would be the basis of the print and poster campaign later on. Back in the cubicle my dresser told me that she was grateful she had turned up today. When she knew it was us being the models she just had to be here.
“Now,” she smiled, “I won’t be able to wipe my lips for a week, just think, two Bonds kissing little old me.”
I told her that I had to stand there looking innocent with dick poking my butt and we both dissolved into laughter that became quite addictive as everyone was smiling when we left.
When we got into the car, Steve was looking shocked, “I was sitting here minding my own business and I saw not one, but two James Bonds arrive and go in. You girls are going to be the death of me with shocks like that.”
We all giggled and Francine said “You’re surprised? What about us on set. Margo and I were supposed to look sad and downcast and we were sat across from these two with Bonds cuddling them. It wasn’t hard to keep total envy on our faces.”
I said that I had found it hard and it would have given me a bruised butt if I hadn’t been wearing my padded gaff. We all had a laugh as we drove along.
Steve then said “Hold on, there were only two of you in the shoot, how come you all ended up on set?”
“Did you see that Astrid and her mate go in and leave in a huff?” Margo laughed, “When they were then two down and we got drafted. The second commercial only had the four of us as everyone else had been told to go home.”
Steve said that he had seen everyone else leave and had expected us to be out not long after but then had another wait.
Margo told him that when he sees the commercial and the posters from the second shoot he was going to be blown away.
“I’ve seen a few shoots but this one has everything wrapped up in a few seconds without dialogue or much movement. It’s going to be an award winner; I’ll lay bets on that.”
We had all turned our phones on when we got into the car and mine buzzed. When I answered it I had a very serious sounding Keith on the line.
“Geri,” he ordered, “Don’t spend any of that money you found. I have just been looking at the diary you gave me and there is some dynamite stuff in it. I did hear some time ago that you helped out the other girls with a relative in the police. Do you think you can set up a quiet word with them?”
I said I would try for this afternoon and ring him back.
I rang Shelly and she said that she was at the station this afternoon. I asked her if she could meet with me and Keith as he had something she needed to see.
We agreed on a time and I then rang Keith to tell him it was arranged. He told me he would pick me up at the block.
Steve took us to a little café where Babs gave us a light lunch and we discussed the shoot. When we told her about the two Bonds and their reaction to us and the scent she was very thoughtful.
“I’ve a couple of contacts in that game, I’ll see what’s going on” she mused, “It may be something interesting, but, on the other hand, it may be nothing.”
Steve took us home and we cleared our mail boxes on the way in. I got the roll of money and put it in my bag. We spent some time checking our mail and, among mine there was an envelope addressed to Ms. J. Upwey. In all my time here there had never been any mail for her.
I got another plastic bag and put it in. When Keith knocked on the door he seemed agitated and asked twice if I had the money safe. He drove us to the police station and kept muttering about how she had been in a squat but seemed well off.
Margo, of course, was with us as she would never let me go anywhere without her as she said it always ended in an interesting situation.
At the police station we were ushered into an interview room and five minutes later Shelly joined us. She stood in shock when she realised who I was.
“Gerry, my, how you’ve improved from the last time I saw you here. The boys will want your photo again but not to put in an ID pack.”
Keith then explained how he had taken Justin out of a squat after his pools win and had installed him in the apartment. He described the time that Justin had transitioned into Justine and then said that he now thought that it was not because of gender problems but a need to hide.
He gave Shelly the diary.
“This has a lot in it, enough to have put him away for many years. Geri has some money that she will now give you that I think is the money described in the passages where I have put the bookmark.”
Shelly sat back and read the diary.
“Holy crap, this has broken a cold case that the boys have been working on for years. It describes how the Bermondsey Bank robbery went down and names everyone involved. If this money roll is what I think it is, it should have a dye bomb inside, that’s why it was never spent.”
I then gave her the post I had picked up today and told her that I had only touched the outside.
She pulled out her mobile and made a call, “Chief Inspector Jones, could you please come down to Interview Room Five, I have some old friends here who have just given me the answers to the Bermondsey Bank robbery.”
When she hung up she looked at us.
“Well, I think that my career has just been given a lift.”
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Twelve
I quietly spoke to my make-up artist, “There’s two girls here as our PA’s. They’re experienced models, signed on with our agency, and you’ve worked with them before, I think.” and gave her a wink.
She left me and went out to see Mario, coming back to return the wink before saying “I’m going to love working with you, honey. Those other girls have been a right pain in the arse for weeks.”
When we left the cubicles to go on set we both looked like a million dollars.
“What about the scent, we must have the scent,” I said.
Mario joked that they were not filming in smell-o-vision and I said “Trust me, you want those men to look interested, this will do just that.” Tatiana took her bottle from her bag and gave us both a good spritz.
When the other models, now including Margo and Francine, joined us we all took our places on the seats and the men gathered around the two of us. The other girls, while dressed well, had muted colours while we were as bright as could be while still keeping in era.
Mario took his place in front of us, “Right, attention please. The take will run with the opening shot on Tatiana with a hand on one shoulder, as we pan out we will see half of you guys giving her lots of attention. Gary, I want you to kneel at her feet and gaze up at her.”
“The camera will then pan out further to show Geri in a similar position with the guys around her as well. This will have the voice-over saying that the scent makes you twice the woman. The camera will then pan back to show all of you other girls and I want you to look angry and bewildered at not being the centre of attention. Everyone got it?”
We all made ready and he called action and we had the sound board man do his thing. I thought that we did well in the first take as I was counting in my head and the snap to cut was twenty nine seconds.
Mario called for the guys to get closer and the other girls to look meaner and we did it a second time. With the guys closer the scent started to work and you could see by the looks in their eyes that they wanted to jump our bones right there on the set.
Tati and I were told to just look haughty and disinterested but the roving hands that we felt by the third take caused us both to react ourselves.
Mario considered that one good to go and he told us to head back to the dressers. He told Margo and Francine to go and see their dressers and then dismissed all of the other models, telling them that they had done well and their cheques would be in the post.
Our dressers removed the regency gowns and replaced them with very swish evening gowns, high necked for me and low cut for Tatiana. Margo and Francine appeared with similar gowns but, again, in a more muted colour.
When we went back to the set all of the others had changed and left and Mario told us to gather round. He explained that we would be filming a commercial that would lead off the second round of the campaign and we were doing it today as the two other models were actors. They could only make it today before they needed to be overseas making films. He then said that he had sent all of the other models off as this was to be kept as secret as possible until it got onto the screen.
The set had been remade to look like a roulette table with a chair on one side and two chairs on the other. Margo and Francine were sat at the two chairs and Tatiana sat on our side with me standing to one side and slightly behind her. Just then there was an intake of breath from the dressers who were watching it all evolve. We were joined on the set by the current James Bond and the previous one, both in immaculate suits and both hunks. Individually they were very expensive real estate in the advertising game. Our boys were playing for keeps by getting both of them.
The latest one stood close to Tatiana and put his hands on her shoulders while the other one came up behind me and put an arm around my waist. Wow, not a total girl yet but in seventh heaven already.
When he got a whiff of the scent I could feel the result against my behind so I wiggled my bum for him.
Mario got in front of us, “Right, this is a similar scenario. The voice-over is ‘Win the Jackpot when you play with “Double or Nothing.”’ As the camera pans out to show the girls sitting alone it will say ‘Or you could just not bother and end up with nothing at all’. This time I want the two of you to look sleek and satisfied while you others are going to be downcast and unhappy.”
Tati and I made sure we needed four takes as we were having the best fun while my Bond was having a harder time of it and it felt empowering.
Mario saw his difficulty and ordered another two takes with the Bonds changing places so they both ended up with unmistakable stiffies. At the end of the last take he told us to all hold our positions and the movie camera was replaced by our fashion photographer who took a lot of pictures before he said he was happy.
Of course we had to keep still and, by the time he had finished, our gentlemen friends had recovered their composure.
Mario said “Thank you for your time, gentlemen, we will let you go and catch your planes now” and they came around and gave all four of us hugs and kisses before they left.
I could hear the sighs from the dressers so I suggested that they should follow through with all of the ladies so it was a very satisfied crew that remained when they finally went out to their waiting limos with big smiles on their faces.
Mario then told us we had all done well and that the stills would be the basis of the print and poster campaign later on. Back in the cubicle my dresser told me that she was grateful she had turned up today. When she knew it was us being the models she just had to be here.
“Now,” she smiled, “I won’t be able to wipe my lips for a week, just think, two Bonds kissing little old me.”
I told her that I had to stand there looking innocent with a dick poking my butt and we both dissolved into laughter that became quite addictive as everyone was smiling when we left.
When we got into the car, Steve was looking shocked, “I was sitting here minding my own business and I saw not one, but two James Bonds arrive and go in. You girls are going to be the death of me with shocks like that.”
We all giggled and Francine said “You’re surprised? What about us on set. Margo and I were supposed to look sad and downcast and we were sat across from these two with Bonds cuddling them. It wasn’t hard to keep total envy on our faces.”
I said that I had found it hard and it would have given me a bruised butt if I hadn’t been wearing my padded gaff. We all had a laugh as we drove along.
Steve then said “Hold on, there were only two of you in the shoot, how come you all ended up on set?”
“Did you see that Astrid and her mate go in and leave in a huff?” Margo laughed, “When they were then two down, we got drafted. The second commercial only had the four of us as everyone else had been told to go home.”
Steve remarked that he had seen everyone else leave and had expected us to be out not long after but then had another wait.
Margo told him that when he sees the commercial and the posters from the second shoot he was going to be blown away.
“I’ve seen a few shoots but this one has everything wrapped up in a few seconds without dialogue or much movement. It’s going to be an award winner; I’ll lay bets on that.”
We had all turned our phones on when we got into the car and mine buzzed. When I answered it I had a very serious sounding Keith on the line.
“Geri,” he ordered, “Don’t spend any of that money you found. I have just been looking at the diary you gave me and there is some dynamite stuff in it. I did hear some time ago that you helped out the other girls with a relative in the police. Do you think you can set up a quiet word with them?”
I said I would try for this afternoon and ring him back.
I rang Shelly and she said that she was at the station this afternoon. I asked her if she could meet with me and Keith as he had something she needed to see.
We agreed on a time and I then rang Keith to tell him it was arranged. He told me he would pick me up at the block.
Steve took us to a little café where Babs gave us a light lunch and we discussed the shoot. When we told her about the two Bonds and their reaction to us and the scent she was very thoughtful.
“I’ve a couple of contacts in that game, I’ll see what’s going on” she mused, “It may be something interesting, but, on the other hand, it may be nothing.”
Steve took us home and we cleared our mail boxes on the way in. I got the roll of money and put it in my bag. We spent some time checking our mail and, among mine there was an envelope addressed to Ms. J. Upwey. In all my time here there had never been any mail for her.
I got another plastic bag and put it in. When Keith knocked on the door he seemed agitated and asked twice if I had the money safe. He drove us to the police station and kept muttering about how she had been in a squat but seemed well off.
Margo, of course, was with us as she would never let me go anywhere without her as she said it always ended in an interesting situation.
At the police station we were ushered into an interview room and five minutes later Shelly joined us. She stood in shock when she realised who I was.
“Gerry, my, how you’ve improved from the last time I saw you here. The boys will want your photo again but not to put in an ID pack.”
Keith then explained how he’d taken Justin out of a squat after his pools win and had installed him in the apartment. He described the time that Justin had transitioned into Justine and then said that he now thought that it was not because of gender problems but a need to hide.
He gave Shelly the diary.
“This has a lot in it, enough to have put him away for many years. Geri has some money that she will now give you. I think it’s the money described in the passages where I have put the bookmark.”
Shelly sat back and read the diary.
“Holy crap, this has broken a cold case that the boys have been working on for years. It describes how the Bermondsey Bank robbery went down and names everyone involved. If this money roll is what I think it is, it should have a dye bomb inside, that’s why it was never spent.”
I then gave her the post I had picked up today and told her that I had only touched the outside.
She pulled out her mobile and made a call, “Chief Inspector Jones, could you please come down to Interview Room Five, I have some old friends here who have just given me the answers to the Bermondsey Bank robbery.”
When she hung up she looked at us.
“Well, I think that my career has just been given a lift.”
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Sorry about the double up. It's been one of those days!
Uplifting Thirteen
Shelly looked through more of the diary while we were waiting for DCI Jones. She had a very thoughtful look on her face by the time he came in. He was a really well-built and fit guy and she told us that he was the chief of the CID at the station as she introduced us.
He asked what was going on and she gave him the diary, open at the marked page, and asked him to take a read.
I could see his eyes widen as he read.
“Sergeant Halliwell, this is enough to give us both promotions. Are you happy in the Drug Squad or would you like to join me in the CID, starting with what we have here?”
She smiled and said that it was her greatest wish to be playing with the big boys so he said, “Consider it done.”
He then asked Keith to retell his story. Keith ended by saying that Justine had quite expensive tastes but never asked him for money.
I said that I had given him a bundle of cash which I had found when I moved in but the cash that we had brought today had only been found yesterday. I added that the letter had only been in the box today.
Jones asked Keith if he knew of any time that Justine had been in any position where she could blackmail anyone. He blushed and said that he thought she was putting together a plan to blackmail him but he did not want to divulge the situation, especially now she was dead.
“She’s dead!” cried Jones. “That makes it an interesting case as we can’t put her on the stand to testify. Maybe we can get the others now we know the names but we’re going to need one of them to roll over if we want to make it watertight”.
Keith said that the back page of the diary had some numbers which he thought could be safe deposit box numbers but must be coded as we had not found a key in the apartment. Jones told us that he would organise a forensic search team for tomorrow and for us to let them in and just go out.
Margo told him that we had a photo shoot in the country so would be out anyway.
Shelly then asked, “Those posters that went gone up this week, is that you Geri?” I nodded.
The DCI left to organise his elevation to Assistant Commissioner and Shelly escorted us to the door.
She gave me a hug and whispered, “I always thought you were a good actor, but I think you’ll make a great actress. I’ll be in touch soon.”
Margo gave her the address and I gave her my lift key so that they didn’t need to have us take them up or down. On the way home we detoured to see Maureen who gave us extra door and lift keys as requested on Monday. Was that only Monday!!!
Back at the apartment I got the bags we had filled and put them in the fun room, along with the camera and recorder. Later in the afternoon Shelly called me and said she would be around in the evening to scope out the place so she could direct the forensic team and make sure they didn’t destroy everything.
Margo and I got ourselves a light tea and were ready when, the now soon to be DI Shelly, arrived. I showed her through the place and pointed out that there was no furniture that I had brought with me, everything was here when I came in.
I took her to the fun room and told her why Keith was so embarrassed but to keep private. I showed her the bags we had filled with implements and the ones with her old clothes.
I said that about half of my side of the wardrobe was also old clothes from Justine and the only thing missing was the yellow sundress that she had been buried in. It was so thin I didn’t think that anything could have been hidden in it. We sat and chatted with a cup of tea and I gave her a door key to use if we had gone before she arrived with the team.
Margo and I were thoughtful when we went to bed early as it had been a very interesting day. Saturday morning we were dressed and out before Shelly had arrived.
I made sure that I was only wearing things that I had bought this week. It would have been bad form to be wearing something that hid what the team was looking for.
Steve was there to take us all to the shoot, wherever it may be, I didn’t know where I was these days, sometimes. It turned out to be a stately home just out of the city and it was more pictures of Tatiana and me in various good dresses in and around the best features of the stately home, sometimes with Margo and Francine off to one side looking dowdy and upset.
I thought the best shot taken was where we stood in front of a gigantic fireplace with a bottle of the scent on the mantle. I grabbed that afterwards to replace the one I had lent out.
Both Mario and Alberto were at the shoot and they got the four of us to sit in the wonderful lounge when we had changed back into our usual outfits. We had a glass of wine each and they congratulated us on the week’s work.
Mario said that we had compressed three weeks into one and that their boss was very happy, and even happier when he had seen the rushes of the commercials. They remarked that although Margo and Francine had not been considered before, they were now firmly set as the envious losers.
Antonio unrolled an uncaptioned photo from the previous shoot that was an absolute hoot. There we were, looking cool, aloof and beautiful, with our Bonds behind us looking decidedly randy while the others had such a look of envy on their faces we all started giggling.
Antonio remarked that the boss had seen this picture and had extended the budget for the campaign, giving everyone a small bonus and thanked us for making it happen.
I asked if he had another copy and if we could have both to frame. I thought one would look good on our lounge wall and so did the others. He did have another so we left happy.
On the way back home we got Steve to pull over and showed him the picture. He almost fell out of the car laughing “Those guys are going to be so pleased at that one; they’ll be the talk of the town. They could start a band and call themselves the Randy Bonds.”
When he dropped us off the search team were packing up their truck. Shelly was still in the apartment and told us that they did find what they were looking for. In another secret compartment in the fun room wardrobe, along with some false papers for Justin dated some years ago.
She then got serious, “Now, that letter you brought in. It had the fingerprints of two of the named robbers on it but it’s what it said that’s going to be a problem.”
She gave me a photo taken of the page, which just had ‘We know where you live now, bitch. Thought you could stiff us, did you? We’re coming for what’s ours.’
She said that I should be out of the place for a while and I told her that I was going to be in hospital for most of the next week. She suggested that we leave today and book into a hotel. This we did and when we had a bag each ready to go she had a couple of policewomen in the lounge with her, one made up to look like Justine.
“I hope you don’t mind but these two will live here for a few days and Cathy here will get out and about to draw the crooks in. There will be three armed boys coming in during the night with bedrolls and they will be in the end room so we should have enough to subdue any attackers. There’ll also be a couple of patrols nearby.”
We said cheerio to Tati and Francine and went down to an unmarked police car which drove us into the city to a hotel near the hospital, where we had booked in for a week to start.
Sunday morning we were having breakfast in the hotel dining room when a little girl came over and asked if I was the lady on the big poster and if I was a supermodel.
I said yes and no, which she had to think about for a few seconds before she got it. She then held out a menu and asked if I could sign it, which I did once Margo had produced a pen.
When she had gone back to her table to show her parents her prize, Margo laughed, “It’s a good job Tati isn’t here as that would be another one she’ll leave out of her autobiography. She should have got a Bond to ask her for one; that would have gone in.”
We had a very pleasant and quiet day, strolling hand in hand and window shopping. We turned one corner to see a street market in full swing and we wandered along the stalls, picking up a few nice hand-made items.
There was a jeweller at one and we spoke to him about matched rings so he pulled a couple of boxes out of his case and said “These are ones I have made but I don’t put them out for show here as they are too expensive for the normal punter. I have seen your picture this week so you may be just the right girls for these.”
‘These’ were two glorious gold rings, intertwining snakes eating their own tails with tiny diamond eyes that we both fell in love with. I had seen enough ‘Antiques Roadshows’ to know they depicted never ending love.
They were identical and, luckily, both were in sizes that fitted our fingers. They were different and they were us. I paid for them with my bank card and we wore them as we left with the boxes in our bags.
We had a good dinner in the hotel before retiring to our room to give my manhood a workout. In the morning I sat reading the paper while Margo ate her breakfast. I was only allowed some water.
We walked to the hospital and checked in. My surgeon was there and greeted me with a smile before giving me a sheaf of papers that needed my signature. I read through the stuff quickly and saw that it was mainly disclosure that I knew what I was here for and that everyone else would be blameless if anything went wrong. I was about to sign when a couple of words caught my eye.
I stopped and asked him what they meant as I didn’t think I needed orchids.
“Oh, those are two extra procedures that Babs said you should have; I thought she would have told you.”
I pointed them out to Margo and her eyes went wide.
“It’s a good job we exercised your Mr Happy last night, one of those removes your balls and the other hides your dick in a cleft where your balls used to be. You’ll come out of the operation looking like a genuine girl.”
The surgeon said that they would also give me laser hair treatment while I was under so I would have a Brazilian that never grew back.
I asked Margo if she was good with that and she smiled, “I told you, darling, it doesn’t matter to me as I love you as you are. It does matter to you because you would never father any children but your future career will need this done someday. A permanent Brazilian is a real bonus, you’ll love it.”
She then turned to the doctor, “Doesn’t this need a Real Life Test or something as well as lots of doctors saying Geri wants it done?”
“No, this is all being done as a private patient. NHS knows nothing and needs to know nothing. She consulted two doctors the other day, me and a gender specialist, and we have both signed off on the procedure. Being a fully funded private patient lifts you to a whole new level.”
Marianne Gregory © 2022
Uplifting Fourteen
I signed the forms and kissed Margo before I was taken away for my ‘simple procedure’ as the surgeon put it. Before long I was prepped and on a trolley heading for the theatre. I gave my dick a little pat as I went and whispered, “Thanks pal; we had some fun, didn’t we?”
I can’t say much about the next couple of days as I was in an opioid haze for much of it. On Wednesday I had my bandages changed and Friday I had the catheter out and was allowed to move around. It was a scary time as I came to grips with having real breasts and no visible dick but I got through it with some help from those who loved me.
Saturday I was given my own nightie and robe and was taken, by ambulance, to a private rehabilitation clinic to get back on my feet.
Tatiana and Francine came to see me that afternoon and were over the top with excitement. The bank robbers had pulled guns on the policewoman on Friday afternoon and forced her to take them up to the apartment, expecting to get their reward.
Instead they were arrested by three armed police after a short scuffle.
“You’re going to have to get a new Swedish recliner,” Francine told me,” One got trashed.”
By the end of that second week I was able to move naturally and the bruising was coming out. I had learned that sitting to pee was no longer just an option and when I was visited by my gender specialist and given my booster shots it felt good.
Before Margo and I went home we spent the second weekend in a spa where we were pampered and oiled and we left feeling fantastic. Margo had been staying in the hotel for two weeks so it was with a sense of trepidation that we opened up the door of the apartment.
It was a bit grubby but generally all right and only took the two of us an hour to tidy the lounge/diner and our bedroom, remaking the bed with fresh sheets.
The second bedroom was pretty well as I had left it but the fun room now looked worse for wear. The bed had been cut to find any things hidden in the tubing and the wardrobe, chair and sideboard were in a pile of sawn pieces in the corner.
We knocked on the next door and were greeted by the smiling girls who invited us in to get all the information about the campaign. It had been progressing apace while I had been away and the first phase was nearly done.
They had used three photos from the first shoot and about four from the stately home shoot and the public awareness was going through the roof. Tatiana had been told to keep her head down until we could go out together.
When Francine and Margo checked their diaries and phones they announced that the four of us would be needed at a company party on Wednesday evening and that we were to attend a particular city salon that afternoon for a full session and dressing.
I was a bit tired at all the excitement by now and Margo took me home to rest. Well, I spent some time on the bed but much of it was making Margo groan and gasp in her orgasms.
It was odd not feeling any need for release myself but it did allow me to concentrate on making her happy. I got a good night of sleep in a comfortable bed and woke up Monday morning feeling like a new woman. Well, that’s exactly what I was.
That morning we had a visit from Shelly and her new DCI. They came around to let us know what had happened while we were away.
The two guys who had tried to get their money had been the two whose fingerprints were on the note.
Jones said “It’s a good job you didn’t open the letter, Geri, as it allowed us to get that information under supervision so the lawyers couldn’t say we’d planted the fingerprints."
They now faced jail time for the original crime as well as holding a person against their will, being armed, attacking a police officer and resisting arrest. Faced with the details in the diary their own lawyers had told them to roll over and offer evidence against their accomplices. The others had been rounded up with the police now building the case against them.
It turned out that Justin had been the getaway driver for the money while the gang removed their masks and left the scene by public transport as calm as you like. They hadn’t counted on Justin disappearing with the lot.
Ninety percent of the haul had been found in the safe deposit boxes listed in the diary and the keys had been in the wardrobe. On top of that there were other crimes listed in the diary that Justin had been part of and several cold cases were being cleaned up as well so everyone was happy.
Jones then told us that there were several outstanding rewards involved which would be paid to Keith and he would be contacted later about that. He did ask if we wanted to be acknowledged and I said I didn’t as that would muddy the waters of the advertising campaign.
We all had quiet time until Wednesday morning when our lives went up a notch. The salon visit was full-on and our, now personal, dressers were there with elegant gowns, shoes and underwear.
When we left the salon we were collected by an open carriage and pair and were regally transported to a top-line hotel where we alighted under a barrage of camera flashes and the noise of our fans calling us.
This wasn’t real, was it? Inside we were taken into a large ballroom filled with the rich and famous and spent the next hour being chatted up by millionaires and quietly spoken to by the aides of billionaires.
There was a tinkling of a bell and everyone was asked to go to the dining room. The four of us were escorted by film and pop stars and I could see Tati writing her memoir in her head.
When we were seated the big boss stood up and proposed a toast to the four girls who had made the campaign a hit so far, and especially the raven-haired twins who made it zing.
He then pointed to a large screen and announced that this was the launch of the next phase of the campaign and they showed the commercial we had shot. There was an audible intake of breath when the two Bonds came into view and another when it showed the six of us in our final poses.
Our boss waited for the applause to die down and then said that he had never seen a short commercial encapsulate so much lust, longing and an aura of success and that it was being nominated for an award.
When the subsequent applause died down he proposed another toast to Tatiana and me and we blushed when everyone stood and toasted us. After that it was a bit of an anticlimax and I really didn’t know what I ate but it was delicious.
After the meal there was more mingling and an aide took the four of us to have a chat with the boss, joined by Mario and Alberto. They were effusive in their praise. I could take that any day.
Alberto took Tati and me aside a bit later and told us that we had a guaranteed living, working for the company but there was a little side project that the boss wanted to dabble in and that we may hear about that later on.
After that night we were the toast of the town, being invited to almost every opening that happened and every party there was. Margo and Francine worked their butts off to keep us grounded making sure we went to events that we would feel happy with.
Over the next three months I think we had amassed about two hundred proposals of marriage between us and close to a thousand that were just proposals.
We stayed true to ourselves and stayed living in our apartments. The main difference was that we had made offers to the tenants of the two flats either side of the entrance of the block and we now had full-time security living there. The previous tenants were now in much classier places, in a new block that Keith had bought with the insurance money.
The campaign was an outstanding success and the scent became the go-to scent for the jet set and beautiful people. Seeing how expensive it was I was sure that there was a huge profit in it.
The scent also became a reason for a few sexual assaults with would-be rapists claiming that the aroma made them do it. The robbers all got sentenced and Keith was made a little richer with a grateful insurance company coming to the party with the rewards.
We did a shoot about once a week, usually somewhere exotic. We were slotting into a groove when, as promised, we were contacted about the project that the boss was dabbling in,
That brings me full circle to thinking about what I am now and where I am now. I look around and see Margo standing behind the camera with her clipboard and a huge smile.
I waggle my fingers at her, my love and my life. Next to her are Francine and Tatiana. Tatiana and I have glamourous evening gowns and look a million dollars. Our personal dressers and make-up artist have done wonders. There are lots of people here, on set. More than we had been used to.
I try to concentrate on my task. I’m on the set of the next Bond film and Tatiana and I are supposed to be a pair of CIA assassins called Katie and Kitty - -nieces of the well-known Felix Leiter,.
I ask you, Kitty Leiter, it just rolls off the tongue. I suppose it’s slightly better than Pussy Galore.
This occasion is the first take of the first scene and I am supposed to be looking over a roulette table when Bond comes up behind me and says “Why Kitty, darling, fancy meeting you here, on this night of nights.”
My first lines as a Bond Girl are “James, Darling. I’m so happy to see you looking so fit. The last time I was with you, a part of you was so stiff I thought it may be in rigor mortis.”
Okay, Shakespeare it isn’t. Bond movies are sometimes gross, sometimes action, sometimes sex, sometimes just tongue in cheek and sometimes have their feet in the gutter.
They have been around for ever and have entertained, repulsed, enlightened and confounded in equal amounts. This one has the story revolving around a mad scientist who develops a perfume that makes men fall madly in love. They would do anything for the girl wearing it. Do you believe me when I say it has been given the working title of “Double ‘O’ Nothing.”
Whatever you think of the Bond Empire, being a Bond Girl is a stepping stone to a good career as a movie star and it pays well, too.
Nobody leaves a Bond movie without being entertained and, in their own strange way ---- they can be very uplifting.
Marianne Gregory © 2022