To prevent confusion, I’m referring to Mark as Mel, and using female pronouns.

After they had sex. Mel went to brush her teeth. She looked down and saw she was hard again. It had turned her on? She just supposed it was the soft silk underwear.

“Come back to bed Mel. I want to cuddle.”

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She had just got used to the idea of having to have sex with Simon. She had even worked out she would be getting about £800 a day for doing it over seven years.

If you added the finest food and drink money could buy and a life of luxury. It wasn’t a bad deal for a penniless, failed student. Did Simon want him to love him? Was he for real?

Her knickers were still a little damp when she slipped into to the silk sheets next to him. She turned away on her left side. Simon moved behind her and pulled her waist into his groin. She felt him lift her hair and kiss the back of her neck.

“Your really are something special. Even without training you did a decent job. I’ll get Angie to come and teach you a few things tomorrow.”

“Who’s Angie?”

“She’s an Australian beautician. She will teach you about makeup, hair care and style. Stacy loved her. She knows all about me, and what I like. I pay her very well, so don’t worry about your secret getting out.”

Mel felt him growing through the silk layers of their underwear. She tried to pull away.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bother you again tonight. I just want a cuddle.”

The feel of his powerful body next to hers, did feel nice. She just wasn’t used to affection. The last person to hug her was Kim. She’d gone back to live with her parents. She wondered how she was doing.

She thought she would say something like.

“See, told you, you were gay.”

As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if she was. She was going to be a woman in almost every way apart from what was between her legs. Was that gay?

The next thing she knew Simon was shaking her.

“Here you are sleepy head. Coffee. From tomorrow I want you to get up and make my breakfast while I shower.”

“Oh sorry. Thanks Simon.”

“Angie will be here at 9,30. Make sure you are ready, you have a long day. She is going to start your electrolysis.”

“You said there would be nothing permanent.”

“Come on, you don’t want to have to shave every day? So you won’t grow a beard? Who cares?”

Simon rushed out. As she drank her coffee, she could hear the gravel crunch as he drove off.

She had a shower and explored Stacy’s clothes. There were so many of them. These alone must be worth a small fortune. She wondered why she left.

Angie arrived on time. She was a cheerful, bubbly blond in her early forties. Angie took her up to Stacy’s room and started an hour long electrolysis session. After that they went down to the kitchen and chatted.

“Simon says you know I’m a guy right?”

“Oh yeah. I looked after Stacy too.”

“What happened to her? Why did she leave?”

“Nothing bad happened. He just said she could go if she wanted. She just left. He paid her well I think.”

“So it was her idea?”

“Well mostly. I think she was mad. I would kill to be you. The lifestyle, the money the clothes. But I don’t have what Simon wants do I? He only wants you gay guys.”

“I’m not gay.”

Angie nearly spat out her coffee.

“You’re not? Then what the hell are you doing here?”

“He caught me trying to steal money. He said he would pay me if I stayed on as his wife, or report me to the police if I didn’t.”

“Wow, that’s just what he did to Stacy. He was a gay man though. But how are you going to cope? You could go to the police.”

“I honestly don’t know. I am destitute. What he offers is amazing too. We slept together last night and I didn’t find it repulsive. I’m so bloody confused.”

Angie wrapped her arms around her.

“You are a nice young man, but you will make a stunning woman. It’s your choice luv. He is a kind man underneath all this blackmail bullshit. He will cherish you. You know most guy would have fought him off, you are probably just learning that you’re bisexual.”

“I think you’re right. His smell and being close to him kept me hard all night.”

“Ha, well I’m sure I’d be wet all night if it was me luv.”

“Am I safe with him, he’s not odd or anything?”

“Well Stacy told me he liked to tie her up for sex sometimes. She worked it well and pretended to be upset. He got her a Cartier diamond bracelet. £40k! She took that when she left.”

“I don’t understand why she left. By the sounds of it, she had him wrapped around her finger.”

“I like you Mel. If you stay I will help you be the best woman you can be. I’ll tell you how to get out early though. You may not like it.”

“I’m still deciding Angie, but please do tell.”

“Well, he likes men right? But he wants them to look as feminine as possible, to pass as women. He doesn’t mind breasts. He’s probably going to want you to get some C cups.”

“Oh, I never thought of that. He said everything would be reversible.”

“They are removable. A little collagen for your face too. It can all be changed later.”

“Well I suppose if it makes me look the part, but I still think I like being a man.”

“Well I wouldn’t know about that. I love being a woman. Just wait until you are beautiful and confidant. The world is your oyster. Men will fight to open doors for you. They will do it because they think they have a chance to get into your panties. Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“I am willing to try. Partly I am really enjoying the clothes, and partly I actually felt close to him while he held me last night. I have never felt like that before. “

“I can understand that Mel. I never finished telling you why he split up with Stacy. Stacy started taking female hormones. She started really developing as a woman. Simon didn’t like that. You see he has actresses and super models trying to get his attention, but he likes women with that something extra.”

“Stacy had surgery?”

“No, but she was planning to. She started out like you, with an extra special part. The part that Simon likes stopped working, well that was the end.”

“You can say cock Angie, I am an adult.”

They both laughed and made their way upstairs. Angie showed Mel how to use makeup and style her hair. She told her she would come back every few days to continue her electrolysis and lessons.

Mel felt an affection for Angie. She was around her mother’s age. Most importantly she wasn’t judging her.

Before she left, she showed Mel a large plastic case. Mel gasped as Angie opened it. It was full of sex toys. There were dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and even ropes and handcuffs.

“Simon can be a bit kinky at times. If I were you I’d practice with some of those dildos. He’s going to want a full and varied sex life if he treats you anything like he did Stacy.”

Mel felt a thrill run through her. This had all happened so fast. She had very little experience with sex. Just a few drunken tumbles. Now she was going to be the object of desire. The one that was lusted after and wanted. It was intriguing. It was something she wanted to experience.

When Angie left she looked in the mirror. She was wearing a little black dress, black stockings and 3 inch, black, Jimmy Choo court shoes. She looked amazing. She giggled when she thought.

“I’d do you.”

She had around two hours before Simon came back. She thought she could spare and hour for a little play with her toys.

There is a graphic sexual scene it this part of the story.

She had around two hours before Simon came back. She thought she could spare and hour for a little play with her toys.

She tried some of the smaller dildo’s and got used to the feeling of being “full”. She was surprised how little it hurt. She worked the way up the thicknesses of the toys. Some of them vibrated and wriggled. Her breath came in short gasps as she played with the remote on one. Part of the base rotated, while the top section pumped. This was all while the whole thing vibrated.

“How the hell do women get any work done while they have toys like these?”

She said out loud.

She switched it off when she noticed she had just over an hour until Simon was back. She was going to cook spaghetti bolognaise, it would take about half an hour.

In the drawer, there was a black back fastening corset. She had asked Angie how you could put something like that on, on your own? Angie had explained that you put it on and tighten it looking in the mirror.

She fiddled about with it and managed to get it on. She couldn’t believe the result. As her waist looked thinner, it made her hip look larger. The small amount of puppy fat she had was pushed up to form small breasts. She felt herself harden again. Sitting on the bed rolling up a new pair of 10 denier stockings didn’t help.

She chose some red silk knickers. They had black lace around the legs and waist. Next came a Olivia von Halle black velvet dress. Lastly she put on the Jimmy Choo court shoes.

She sat at the vanity and touched up her makeup and brushed her hair. Angie had done wonders with her makeup. She could just make out Mark underneath Mel. Was this what Simon wanted? Or was he only interested in what was sitting in a semi-ridged state in her knickers? She was determined to find out.

The last two days had surprised her. She never thought she would be enjoying this. She initially just thought she would suffer it for the money. After last night though, she thought it may prove fun.

One last check in the mirror. She looked stunning. Way out of Mark's league. She was about to make her way down to the kitchen when she had a thought. She pulled out the "toy box" and selected a 6-inch butt plug. It was fairly wide and had red jewel in the base. It slid in with a little effort. Then she pulled up her knickers and made her way to the kitchen.

As she stepped carefully down the oak staircase, the sensation of the plug and the silk underwear proved a distraction. All these new sensations were bombarding her. Just two days ago she had been a small, unremarkable guy. Now all these physical and mental feelings were overwhelming her. At the foot of the stairs she took a deep breath to compose herself. She closed her eyes and noticed her Chanel perfume.

She bent and tucked herself as well as she could, and went through to the kitchen. The act of preparing the food distracted her enough to ignore how she felt. She had almost finished when she heard to door open.

"Hi, baby how's my new wife?"

"Oh Simon, you’re early."

"Perks of being the boss Mel. Wow Angie has outdone herself. You look fantastic."

Mel's heart fluttered. She stood back and gave Simon a slow twirl. She didn't know why she was acting like this. It may have been the fact that as a man, she had never got attention.

Simon whistled.

"I love your outfit who chose it?"

"I did. You like?"

"Yes, but listen, if you need anything I will set you up with a credit card. You don't have to rely on Stacy's old stuff."

"Thanks Simon. There are enough clothes in that room to hold a designer fashion show."

My own credit card, she thought. She had never been credit worthy before. She was going to have fun when that came.

Simon went and changed while she served the food. As they sat opposite each other she felt Simon's foot stroking her calf. She was already hard from the plug being driven deeper into her as she sat on the chair. She slipped off her right shoe and aimed her foot gently toward Simon's crouch. She found he was rock hard.

"Fuck the food. "

Simon stood quickly knocking over his chair. He pulled Mel up, held her to his chest and kissed her. She tasted the tomato sauce from the spaghetti for a moment, then his probing tongue made her forget. Her knees started to buckle as she breathed in his musky aftershave. What was happening to her. Her head swam.

Simon pushed her to the floor and struggled with his belt. Mel helped, and soon she was facing his bulging boxer shorts. In a dreamlike state she saw both her hands, with their red painted nails, pull down the waistband. His cock sprang out, barely missing her face. It looked even more impressive than the previous night. With her right hand around the base, and her left tickling his balls, she slowly licked the underside of his glans.

"Oh you sexy bitch, suck me."

She obliged. As she worked her mouth and down the shaft she saw it slowly turn red from her lipstick. A phrase came into her head from nowhere. Lipstick on your dipstick. She was the one causing it now. She looked up to him as she worked her mouth on his cock. He looked down with a face filled with ecstasy. She was doing this. She was the cause of his pleasure.

Suddenly he reached down and pulled her up. She stumbled, as she tried to stand in her single high heeled shoe. Simon caught her, and supported her as she removed her shoe. She looked up into Simon's smiling face.

"I must have you, now!"

He roughly span her around, and forced her face first into the table. She felt her dress flip over her back.

"Owww, Simon no!"

He had slapped her hard. It felt like her left buttock was on fire.

"Sorry, I'm just so fucking turned on by you."

She felt the air on her cheeks as he pulled down her knickers.

"Oh you’re a naughty girl! I see you found the toy box."

As he slowly eased out the plug, there was a popping sound. She suddenly felt empty. It never lasted long though. She felt a growing pressure on her entrance. Then with a grunt from him, and high pitched yelp from her he was inside her.

"So dam tight, you feel wonderful my love."

She had never been called my love. She felt her own small cock grow stiff. He wanted her, he needed to have her. She was the object of lust, of desire. That had never happened to Mark. Mel had it immediately. Perhaps she should always have been Mel?

He paused when he was all the way in. He was much larger than any of the toys she used earlier. Slowly he started pumping into her. She felt the pain of being stretched, and the pleasure of his cock rubbing against her prostate.

Soon he couldn't control himself and was slamming into her. The table was skidding across the floor with each push.

"Please Simon, I need more lube. You're so big."

Simon pulled out. his eyes wild with lust. He looked about the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of olive oil. He poured some onto his hand and coated his throbbing cock. Then he pushed Mel onto her back on the table. The plates finally crashed to the floor. He lifted her nylon cover legs over his shoulder, and looked down into her eyes.

"I really need you Mel. Now I'm going to give my wife a proper seeing to."

She gasped as he slipped inside. She felt his balls slap against her buttocks. Looking up she saw his lust filled face, framed by her sexy legs.
It felt incredible now, with him pistoning in and out. Suddenly he used his oiled hand on her cock. She thought she would explode with pleasure as the combination of being stimulated in two places once hit her.

She felt her orgasm build inside her. It wasn't like Mark's orgasm, that was like relief after scratching an itch. This felt like her whole body was involved. She could feel it build in her center and spread through her body. When it hit her, it was like a gold fish exploding on a snare drum. Her whole body vibrated. She clenched around his cock as she filled his greasy hand with her cum.

"Oh god yes"

Simon came inside her as she was still clenching. She was too wrapped up in her own pleasure to notice. As he pulled out of her he saw she was trembling.

"That was intense babe."

She sat up and then stood on unsteady legs. She pulled her knickers up, then realized his cum was slowly dripping down the inside of her thighs. She was a mess; the kitchen was a mess.

"What takeaway do you fancy babe? Indian, Chinese or Pizza?"

"I hope this doesn't become a habit. We'll run out of plates."

A few days later when Angie arrived, Mel was buzzing. She was proud of what she had done with Simon. Angie explained she was going to be there most of the day. She was going to pierce her ears and give her collagen injections in her lips. She told her it should be ok, as it would only last five years.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Yes please Angie. I want to look my best. He wants me so bad when he comes home. It's so nice to be wanted. Mark never knew that feeling."

"Mel let me tell you a bit about life. Men and women. Will you take advice from a forty-year-old?"

"Please Angie, I want to know everything, I'm a novice."

"I don't suppose Mark was ever chased by women was he?"

"No. My only female friend was Kim, well I spoke to her friends too."

"Was Kim a feminist?"

"Yes, and so were her friends. How did you know?"

"Well they tend to go for non-threatening men. Men they would never dream of having sex with. Sorry, I'm not being nasty, but I bet that it's true."

"Well a few were lesbians anyway, but none of them ever liked me like that. They would hate me now"

"Why?"

"Because I dress as a woman. They all hated transgender women. They even protested about one that used the women's toilet. That's the first time I heard the term TERF."

"What did they think of men?"

"It was all man are bastards, smash the patriarchy, the world would be better without men. That sort of stuff. It made me feel uncomfortable sometimes. Kim just said, we don't mean you Mark."

"Ha, typical new wave feminist. Uni is full of them. Let me tell you, most women don't think like that. I can guarantee they will be lonely old women one day. They will regret their attitudes. I think men are great. You just need to know what women have known since the beginning of time."

"Please tell Angie."

"Well first let me address your friend’s opinions. Smash the patriarchy. While there are far more men in positions of power, the amount of women in power are increasing year on year. If there was a patriarchy deliberately keeping women subjugated, would they have given women the vote? Did you used meet in secret with other men and decide how you are going to suppress women?"

"No of course not."

"More men are at the top through aggression. They want it more. You know what, they are welcome to it. Many work themselves to death trying to get there. Men commit suicide four times more than women. Feminists want equality, they have it now, but how many would go and fight a war? They want equality, only when it suits them."

"Yes, a couple of guys killed themselves at uni."

"That's because boys are brought up to be tough. Not to show emotion. They can't confide their weaknesses and fears. This is where you as a woman can help. Don't ever judge your man. Listen to him. Understand and help. Then you will have the most loyal man you could ever want."

"I didn't understand how they thought the world would run if they got rid of all the men."

"Spot on Mel. I'd like to see your feminist friends digging a hole at 3 o'clock in the morning, standing in mud, fixing a broken cable. Men keep the world running for us all, men and women. Even for idiots who say stupid stuff like that."

"It did make me uncomfortable when they said that stuff. Screaming at that poor trans women just for using the toilet. I told them I didn'twant anything to do with them."

"What men want, I think sometimes is a replacement for their mother. Mother's love them like no other. I'm the same with my kids. When men live with a women they want that unconditional love. Some modern women can't give it though. They don't know how. Many of us learn how to get out own way with men growing up. We practice on our fathers."

"What do you mean, get around?"

"If you want something, you can get a man to give it to you, if you know how."

"How do I do that with Simon."

"Right, when he comes home from work, don't have sex straight away."

"But he wants me so bad, he just.."

"Just be firm, tell him no. Ask him about work. He will be surprised. Most women just complain about their day when their man comes home. Listen to what he says. Offer your opinion. This way he'll see you more than a sex object. I can tell you, if your relationship is about lust it fades very quickly. By the end he and Stacy hardly spoke."

"Really, I thought she was a stunner from what he told me."

"She was, but you would get bored of the Mona Lisa if you saw it every day. She didn't engage him mentally. The thing with women is we all want the top dog. We want the man who can provide for out babies. It's instinct. It used to be big strong men. Now money is power. Do you see rich men with ugly wives’? No, because they look after themselves, because they know other women are after their man."

"He did say he'd get me a credit card. He hasn't yet. I have been looking online and want to buy some sexy boots."

"You are really getting into this aren't you? I can't see you going back to being a guy. Actually that's another thing. Most feminists moan about how easy men have it, but if you asked if they would rather be men, they would say no. Anyway, tonight talk about work with him. Eat your meal. Then tell him if he wants sex you want to go to the bedroom."

"How will that help get the credit card."

"Wear basic clothes, nothing too sexy. When you're in the bedroom kiss him to turn him on a little. Then undress. Ask him which lingerie he wants you to wear. While you're pulling on your stockings ask about the credit card. He will agree to anything if you make a good show of it. Don't let him have you until he agrees. If I'm right it will be about 3 seconds once he sees the cock sucker lips I'm going to give you."

"Angie! don't be crude."

"Ha, Ha. You know you love it. The power you have over a man when you do that. The look on his face. It's all under your control."

"I never knew any of this. You're right though. I don't know much about him. I will ask about his business's."

"The phrase, the power behind the throne, often refers to women."

Angie, as always, made a perfect job of Mel's lips. They were slightly larger, but not a trout pout.

Mel dressed in floaty, ankle length, maxi dress. She made boeuf bourguignon with wild rice for their dinner. As Simon came into the kitchen he looked slightly disappointed with her appearance.

"I like you to eat my food tonight Simon, so I thought I'd wear something less provocative tonight. "

He smiled and rolled his eyes.

"I suppose you're right. I can't just keep ravishing you as soon as I get through the door."

They sat and started the meal.

"Tell me about work today Simon."

"Oh, you won't be interested Mel. Boring stuff."

Angie had told her that most men wanted to protect their women. That included telling them their problems. She reached over and touched his hand.

"Please, I want to know. As you know, I'm not exactly the same as other women."

"Ok. My Green technology division has invented an intelligent car charger. I have been offered 50 million for the company. I'm sure I could make more on sales of the unit. I'm not sure what to do."

"What's so special about this new unit Simon."

Simon's eyebrows raised. She was actually interested in his work. This was new to him.

"Well it's a smart charger. It can charge two cars at the same time."

"I understand with the country going all-electric in 2035, many families’ will be wanting to charge at least two cars at the same time. There would be a problem with charging as in the domestic power is around a hundred amps."

Simon stared at her.

"You understand?"

"Yes. I failed a degree in electrical engineering. I may be blond, but I'm not a bimbo."

Simon's expression changed to genuine interest.

"Well this design has software that picks the cheapest tariff to charge on. Not only that it can alternate between the cars and keep them charged evenly or on the estimated mileage the car will do the next day."

"That's amazing Simon. I could see how that would be worth a fortune."

"One problem is that I only own 55% of the company. I think there is going to be a hostile buy out. I don't know who will be leading the takeover. If I knew I could nip it in the bud."

"Why don't you have a party. I can put on my best dumb blond act and have a sniff around."

Simon's eyes shone. He actually gulped.

"You'd do that for me."

"Yes I would. I really like you Simon. You're a nice guy, even if you did trick me."

"I'm sort of regretting that, but I never would have met you if I didn't. "

As they finished their meal, Mel winked at him.

"Why don't we take this upstairs?"

Simon led her up to the bedroom.

"No let’s go into Stacy’s; I mean my room. I want to change into something more suitable."

Simon sat on the bed. She drew out several items from the drawers.

"What do you think Simon?"

She held up a red silk cami, and a pair of red fishnet, hold up stockings.

Simon nodded. He was practically drooling. She slowly slipped out of her clothes. She faced away from him as she put on the cami. She knew he was getting a good look at her ass. She was wearing red satin French knickers.

She sat next to him and slowly drew her stockings on.

"Simon, you know you said you'd get me that credit card."

Simon was gently rubbing her leg that had the stocking on.

"Err, sorry Mel. Yes, what about it?"

"Well I still think of this as Stacy's room. I want to buy some clothes for me. I need a whole new wardrobe, including some newer sexy undies."

She looked at his crouch as she said that. She saw he was tenting his trousers.

"Yes, yes sure. of course. Sorry, you'll have it by tomorrow night. I'll call the bank first thing."

"Thanks, I'm sure you're going to love my new clothes."

She kissed him and pushed him onto his back. Then her hands went to his belt. Soon he was naked from the waist down. His cock standing at a right angle from his body. She went between his legs and licked his balls.

"Oh Mel, that feels so good."

She moved up and worked her way down as far as she could down his cock. She sucked as much as she could on the way back up. It made a popping sound as it left her mouth.

He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her face down on the bed.

"I'm sorry Mel I'm just so turned on by you."

He lowered the back of her knickers and tried to push in.

"Simon I need lube."

He stopped. He seemed a little shocked.

"I'm sorry Mel. I don't want to hurt you."

She got herself ready, then kissed him.

"It's ok Simon, I understand."

He had calmed down now. She got on all fours. He was gentle now. He slipped slowly inside her. She let out a contented sigh.

"Are you alright baby? I'm not hurting you?"

"No, you feel good in me. Thanks for asking."

He gently started to fuck her. Gone was man that practically raped her a few days back. He was being considerate and gentle. He lent forward forcing her face into the pillow. His right hand went around her hip and found her cock in its silky prison.

"Oh, that's nice Simon. Please keep doing that."

He timed his thrusts with his strokes of her cock. It didn't take long for her. The feel of his cock pushing on her prostate and the silky stroke of Simon's hand, made her scream with pleasure. She felt herself release into the satin.

She collapsed onto the bed. Simon fully covered her now. He increased his speed until she was bouncing on the mattress. She felt a second orgasm building. Her body shook as it hit. It was like the one she felt before. It radiated out from her center. She felt herself pass out.

When she came to, a few seconds later. Simon was standing beside her.

"Mel are you ok!"

"Oh yes Simon. Never been this ok in my life."

He slid onto the bed and his strong arms drew her face onto his chest. She kissed his shoulder.

"You know what? I think I'm starting to fall in love with you Mel."

A week later a plan was in place. Simon had arranged a meal in his favorite Italian restaurant for his three fellow board members.
The board members were the ones Simon suspected the most.

Mel was to get friendly with them after the wine started flowing. Simon was unsure if he wanted to put Mel through having to be “friendly”. This surprised her, he had blackmailed her into living as a woman, and had practically raped her. Now he was concerned for her welfare.

She assured him she would be in total control. She would only sip her wine and reminded him that even though she would be at her feminine best, she was still a guy deep down. She didn’t like having to say that. She paused to consider how far down the rabbit hole she had gone. She really liked being a woman, it was all so new and exciting to her. She wondered if she should have been a woman all along.

Before the meal Angie came to help her get ready. Mel was growing quite proficient at makeup, but still knew that Angie was an expert in bring out her best.

“So, you want to look your seductive best tonight then?”

“Yes, I want to go for super sexy, but not slutty. Do your best girlfriend.”

“You know what Mel? You are taking to this like a duck to water. You got the credit card from Simon without any problems. I think I’m helping create a monster.”

“I’ll just call you Mrs Frankenstein then. You know the plan. I want some tips.”

“Well powerful men are all about ego. So don’t think what Mark would have liked, think of what Simon would like.”

“How do I start then Angie?”

“First touch your hair when you talk to them. When you know they are looking at you, lick your lips. Oh, if you can, touch their hand or arm when you speak to them.”

“What do I say?”

“Most guys like that don’t really care. It’s all about them. Just act like you’re impressed.”

“Got it.”

Mel touched Angie’s arm and said;

“That’s really fascinating Angie, you are so clever.”

Angie chuckled.

“Wasted on me girl. I’m not trying to get into your knickers.”

Simon stood slack jawed as he waited at the bottom of the stairs. Mel carefully stepped down each stair with her red painted toes showing through her thin black stockings. The strappy black shoes had a 4-inch heel.

As Simon slowly took in her beauty, the saw that the side split in her long black dress, just gave a glimpse of stocking top as she walked.
Her lips were glossy red, her eyes smokey and seductive. She was wearing tear drop diamond earrings. Her hair was perfect. She was perfect.

Mel could see a lump forming in the front of his trousers. She felt a surge of pride that she was the cause. This was power. Mark could never have done this.

“Down boy. We don’t have time now. If you’re good, I may let you make love to me later.”

Make love, she thought. That’s what it had started to feel like recently. There had been a lot more holding and kissing. Not the brutal fucking she had when they first had sex.

“How do you look that good? Your figure? How?”

“A very tight corset. You’re going to have to help me out of it later. I doubt if I’ll be able to eat much tonight.”

Simon’s driver just stared at her as he opened the door for her. All this attention boosted her confidence. When the arrived, Simon told the driver to come back at 10.30. They were the last ones to arrive.

Simon introduced her to the board. Sarah Billington, a stern looking woman in her 50’s. Robert Philips, a man with a friendly smile and very little hair, about 65 years old Mel guessed. Then there was David Potts, he was about 30 years old, very handsome, and very confident. Everyone shook her hand, but David pulled her in for a kiss.

They all sat for their meal. Mel was opposite Simon, with David on her left. After starters the wine was flowing freely. The board members were discussing the marketing of the new charger. Mel pretended to be bored. David had nearly drunk a bottle of red on his own. Suddenly she felt a hand on her thigh. She didn’t move as it explored the split in her dress. It got as far as the suspender clip on her stockings until she moved her leg.

She glanced quickly at David and winked. She got up and said;

“Excuse me, nature calls.”

As she walked to the ladies at the back of the restaurant she saw David close behind.

“Stockings, eh? I love a woman that knows how to dress.”

“Really? It would blow your mind if you saw what I had under my dress.” She said mischievously.

“Why are you with him? He ok, but boring. You need a real man to show you a good time.”

“To be honest, I’m attracted to power David. It’s an aphrodisiac to me.”

She moved closer and could feel an impressive lump form in his trousers.

“It really gets me hot. Simon is the most powerful man in the company. That does if for me.”

She licked her lips, them bit her bottom lip as looked up into his eyes. She could see he was turned on. He sighed.

“Well, if you love power, you should stick with me. Soon I’ll be calling the shots.”

Mel grabbed his belt and dragged him into the ladies. It was a single toilet so she knew she could be alone with him as she locked the door. Her hand went down the front of his trousers and grabbed his cock.

“Oh my god, you are a dirty bitch, aren’t you?”

“All this talk of power has got me hot. I’d love to see Simon humbled he can be such a prick.”

She unzipped his fly and pulled his cock free of his underwear. It was standing at a 45 degree angle, hard and twitching in the cool air.
She gently stroked him. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned.

“Tell me how you’re going to humiliate him.”

“I can’t not yet.”

She let his cock fall from her hand.

“Please, you can’t stop now!”

“I’m not in the mood now.”

“Oh god! OK, but suck me, I need some release.”

“Tell me then. “

Mel took the tip into her mouth and licked the underside with her tongue.

“I.. we.. what he doesn’t know is about the patient.”

She stopped

“What about it?”

“Keep sucking bitch.”

Mel wanted to squeeze his balls for that, but thought it was better to play the bimbo.

She went back to work. She could feel him tensing up.

“You smug prick of a boyfriend doesn’t.. Ahh … realize the.. oh.. employee that invented it didn’t sign a contract with us that gives the company rights to… oh my…his invention.. Me and Sarah and going to buy..Ohhh.”

Mel felt him spurt into her mouth. She swallowed. She felt disgusted with herself, but she had found out what was happening. In a way she was disappointed in men. Was it that easy to manipulate all men? This man had just cost himself millions. All that for a quick blow job. Would she have done that as Mark.

They went back to their seats.

“You were gone a while.” Said Simon.

David winked at him. “There was a bit of queue and Mel, and I were having a nice chat.”

Mel saw a flash of anger in Simon’s eyes, she kicked his foot under the table. During the rest of the meal David squeezed Mel’s leg a few more times. When the coffee came, he made a remark about her having hers with extra cream. Simon gave Mel a hurt look. He could guess what happened.

In the back of the car on the way home Mel explained what had happened. Simon was livid.

“I’ll fucking kill him. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to have to do that. I just wanted you to chat with them.”

“I’m sorry Simon. It just seemed a way get him to talk quickly. After all it’s not the first time a man has taken advantage of me, is it?”

She gave him an angry look. He mumbled and looked out of the window. They rode the rest of the way in silence.

When they got home Simon asked her to sit with him in the living room. He poured them both a whisky.

“Mel, I don’t know how to say this, but I’m so sorry. I feel like a piece of crap. I’m a bloody monster. I forced you into dressing as a woman and forced you to have sex with me. What you said in the car brought it home to me. I’m no different from that dickhead David.”

Mel was crying. He was right, she had been abused. Now she wasn’t sure if she was suffering from something like Stockholm syndrome, or she really did like being Mel? She saw the tears in his eyes. He was sincere.

“I just want to tell you, if you want to leave, just tell me. I’ll give you a million. Please forgive me. When you told me what happened I was so angry at you. I felt betrayed. I wanted to kill him. It made me realize. I love you. I just want you to be happy. If you want to stay as Mel, I will do anything I can to make you happy. It’s your decision.”

Tears were streaming down her face. Her makeup was a mess. She gulped. There were so many conflicting emotions. She was angry at him, but she didn’t like the thought of him being upset. Did she love him?

She got up and as she climbed the stairs, she looked back at him and said;

“I’ll sleep on it.”

Simon slept poorly that night. He tossed and turned all night. He never felt this way about Stacy. What was wrong with him? He was a monster. He used his money and power to trick men into acting and living as women. Was he some sort of demented wannabe Dr. Frankenstein?

He liked Stacy, but it was like a business arrangement. She had sex with him them she would go to her room afterwards. It was all a little bit cold. She saw to his needs and that was it. Mel was another thing. He felt affection towards her, he knew that. When she told him what David had done he was furious.

He spent a sleepless night thinking how he would get David out of the company. He still wanted to punch him. While he did this, he didn’t have to think what he had done to Mel.

The next morning, he knocked on Mel’s door with a cup of coffee. She didn’t answer. He left it outside her locked door. He went to work feeling concerned and guilty.

Mel waited until she heard the front door close until she got up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror she was a mess. Her hair was stuck to her face from her tears, and she had “panda” eyes.

She showered and dressed in the least feminine clothes she could find. She found a pair of plain black satin panties, a pink roll neck sweater and a pair shiny black leggings. She brushed her hair and looked at herself. She would still pass as a woman even without the makeup. This didn’t upset her.

She went downstairs, taking the cold cup of coffee with her. After making some fresh coffee and toast she tidied up and ran the vacuum cleaner around the house. In a strange way she enjoyed doing this. Was it odd that she enjoyed housework? It was nice to do something and see an instant result. From messy to tidy, so straightforward. Why wasn’t life like that?

All day she fought with her emotions. She came to the conclusion that she may be trans. Most of the trans people she knew of, knew they were from an early age. There were quite a few that found out going through puberty or later. She had always thought that there was something missing in her life. Something not quite right. She always felt uncomfortable when Kim’s lesbian friends would bitch about trans women being men in dresses trying to hijack women’s rights. Was that why she felt uncomfortable?

What did that mean now? This had been forced upon her. Would she have ever known? She wondered if Angie had spotted it. She suspected she had. What should she do now? Simon had offered her a million, but she felt for him. It was all she could do to keep silent when he took her coffee up that morning.

Why was life so bloody complex? He had forced her to do this. He had forced her to have sex with him. That was a horrible thing to do to anyone. She just loved the attention and intimacy that she felt though. She had never felt this before. She decided to have it out with him when he got home.

Around 6.30pm she heard his car on the drive. When he walked in, she was sitting in the living room. He had no idea what to expect. He had wanted to call but was worried she had left. She was still there. That was something at least.

“Mel. I just don’t know what to say. I..”

“How about sorry? That would be a good start.”

Simon sat next to her and tried to put his arms around her. She pulled away.

“I’m so sorry Mel. I should never have done this to you. You must hate me.”

“Strangely I don’t. I’m angry with you. What you did to me, and Stacy is perverse, but I think I can understand it. You’re gay and can’t admit it. Being a rich idiot, you came up with a solution. You make a man look like a woman and it eases you guilt.”

Simon looked down at the floor. Tears were forming in his eyes.

“Mel you’re half right. Don’t you think I haven't tried sleeping with men? I tried. Nothing happened. Some even crossdresed for me. Still nothing. The person needs to be feminine. You just seemed that way to me. I’m so sorry if I hurt you.”

“You did hurt me. You are right about my femininity too. It explains a lot about my life. I could make friends with girls easily. Although none ever wanted to sleep with me. I never “got” guys. I never understood they dynamics of male bonding. I’m sure I’m trans. You uncovered that it me.”

“Where does that leave us?”

“I won’t lie Simon. I have feelings for you.”

He lifted his head. His eyes shone in the light from the table lamp. He looked like a small puppy that had just been given a pat on the head.

“You do? I think I’m in love with you Mel. I have never felt like this. I felt empty all day. I wasn’t sure you’d be here when I came home.”

“What I need to know Simon, is do you love me, or do you love your image of me. The sexy women you can have whenever you want?”

“I love you, Mel. I don’t know how I can prove it.”

“I do. Sleep with me.”

“What would that prove?”

“Come to bed now. I’ll see you upstairs in 5 minutes.”

When he arrived in his room she was under the sheets. He saw her clothes on the chair.

“Strip off Simon, then jump in next to me. “

As he drew the covers back, he saw her naked body. He paused for a second. She was watching him intently. His mind said that he was getting into bed with a man. No, this was Mel, not a man, he thought.

She turned on her side and he closed the distance.

“Spoon me, Simon. I want to feel your body next to mine.”

Slowly he moved across the bed. She felt his hot breath on her neck. He nibbled her ear. She started to get erect. She slid his hand from her hip to her cock. He started to stroke it slowly.

“That feels nice Simon. Keep that up then you can make love to me.”

Simon was fighting his feelings. He had his hand on a man’s cock. He was playing with a man’s cock. No he thought this is Mel. She is the woman he loved. She was Mel. He felt himself stiffen. He wanted Mel. It didn’t matter how she was dressed She was Mel.

Mel felt his enlarged organ pushing hard against her backside. She smiled to herself.

“Down boy! I need to get ready for you. I’ll slip into something more appropriate.”

“You don’t have to. I love you as you are.”

“No honestly. I feel better if I wear something sexy.”

She returned in under 5 minutes. She looked stunning. She was wearing a black silk teddy. Her legs were clad in black fishnets. On her feet were shiny ankle boots with a 6-inch heel. She had put on a quick coat of fire engine red lipstick.

She saw his cock twitch as he took in what she was wearing.

“You really didn’t have to.“

“You mouth says one thing, your cock says another.”

She laughed.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. His hand sought out her small cock.

“Ohhh Simon!”

He couldn’t answer her, as her cock was filling his mouth. After a few minutes she pulled away.

“No, please no more. Your turn now.”

She pushed his chest and he fell onto his back. She slowly licked his member, from his balls to the tip. When she saw he was writhing, wanting more. She slowly took as much of him into her mouth as she could. Her head boobed gently as her tongue worked on his shaft.

She looked up into his eyes as she worked. She saw he eyes widen. He was close to orgasm.

“Stop! Please Mel, I want to make love to you.”

Make love! She thought. That’s a first.

She lay next to him on the bed. He pulled her to him. She shivered as his strong arms pulled her face to his.

“I love you, Mel. I really do. Whatever you want to do I will be fine with.”

She paused. She wasn’t sure how he’d react to what she wanted to say.

“Simon. I don’t know. This is all new to me. What if I wanted to go all the way? To have surgery. Would you still want me?”

“Mel I realize now. It’s the person I love. The body helps, but it’s you. I guess that was your test wasn’t it? To see is I would be turned on by you without the clothes. So yes, whatever you want to do I will support you and be with you.”

She let out a quiet sob.

“I was hoping you you’d say that. I don’t know what I’d do if you said no.”

He pushed her over and kissed her. He drew back and looked down at her.

“I won’t lie my love. I do like it when you dress in sexy clothes. It’s like the sauce on my steak dinner. I love the steak, but it just adds a bit with the sauce.”

“As long as you’re not calling me a dog’s dinner, then I’ll admit I enjoy it too.”

He smiled and kissed her. He lifted both her legs and carefully slipped inside her. She watched his eyes as he gently made love to her. He lent down and kissed her repeatedly. This time she could feel herself build slowly to an orgasm. His slow steady strokes went on and on. She couldn’t take much more.

She wrapped both her legs around him and pulled him in hard. She let out a slight whimper.

“Mel?”

“It’s nice that you are being so gentle Simon. Now fuck me like you mean it.”

His eyes went wide with shock, but she didn’t need to ask twice. He sped up and soon the room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping on flesh.

Mel’s eyes rolled back. This was amazing. He had done this to her before. Her knees were almost on her shoulders. Most of his weight was on her. She could see sheer pleasure in his eyes. She saw lust, want and need. This was for her. This added to her pleasure. She was loved. She felt needed. She was Mel, she was a woman.

She felt him explode inside her. He screamed.

“Oh god yesssss.”

This drove her over the edge. This time it was something new. Her whole body shook and trembled. She had never felt like this before. She was close to passing out.

“Oh my! That was incredible.” She said.

Simon collapsed next to her and wrapped his arms around her.

After some gentle kissing he said.

“I love you, Mel. Stay with me forever.”

“No.”

“No? But you said..”

He looked crestfallen.

“Don’t be daft you silly bugger. I’m bloody starving I’m getting up to make us dinner.”

Simon threw a pillow at her as she slipped though the bedroom door.

Mel finally realizes she is transgender.

It had been 3 months since that night when Mel uncovered the plot to steal the patient for the E.V. charger. Simon had talked to each member of the board privately and had held an extraordinary meeting and removed those plotting against him. The inventor had been given a guaranteed share of the profits and signed over the rights to the company.

Mel had done a lot of soul-searching in the following weeks and met Angie for advice.

"Angie, this is driving me mad. I can't figure out what I am. I have been looking online for days. One minute I think I'm trans. The next, I think I'm a gay crossdresser. I don't know what to do. Do I have surgery? Hormones? Boobs? Arrgh.."

Angie laughed at her.

"Mel, do you know how many women would love to be in your position? Living with a millionaire who adores you?"

Mel smiled at that. She thought of Simon. He doted on her now. He was so attentive since he had come to terms with himself.

"I know, but do I get gender reassignment for him? I don't think he would like that."

"This is about you girl. This is your body. Your life. What do you want to do?"

"Well, I never want to be Mark again. I want to stay as Mel for the rest of my life. I love living life as a woman. That means I'm trans doesn't it?"

"Oh, Mel love. That's just a label. It's how our brains work. You look like this, so you are that. You act like that so you are this. What do YOU want?"

"I want to be a woman or be as close as I can get to being a woman. I don't want to put the effort into looking female that I do now."

"Well then, hormones will soften your skin and change your fat distribution into that of a woman. Your hips, breasts, and backside will accumulate fat instead of your stomach. Women usually store fat in their buttocks, hips, lower abdomen, and thighs. Do you want to do that?"

"I would love that. Mostly for the breasts though. Would it affect me, you know? Downstairs."

"Yeah, you would be affected up here in your room in the kitchen even when you go out."

Angie gave me a smirk.

"OK you sarky bitch, I'll say it. Will it affect my cock, my penis, my clitty, as Simon calls it?"

"Sorry, Mel. You are talking about changing sex and you are being shy. I couldn't resist. Yes, it will affect your clitty. The longer you are on them the harder you will find it to become erect. It will probably even shrink."

"I still enjoy it when he plays with it. He even sucks it now. I would miss that. I have had what I think of as a female orgasm a few times. It was really intense. This was when he was inside me."

"Wow. Simon really has changed. You are not considering the whole works then?"

"I have, but I have read that many trans women cannot orgasm. God I would miss that."

"How do you feel about your male bits then Mel?"

"I don't hate them. I would love to be a fully functioning female, but I know there is risk and I sort of think Simon would prefer me, you know. "intact". If you know what I mean."

"How about just getting implants for your boobs, hips and backside. They won't affect anything else, but they would make you more convincing. You could get permanent makeup, collagen injections and fillers."

"I'll still be the same sexually after all that? Will I look more feminine though?"

"Yes. You would not believe how many many women have this done. Do you want to officially change gender as well?"

"I have done research on this Angie. I need to have been diagnosed with gender dysphoria. This is no problem when you have money. Simon can find a doctor who will do this. I just have to live as a woman for 2 years and convince them I intend to live as a woman for the rest of my life."

Those 2 years passed quickly. Mel felt a little guilty about being able to bypass many of the bottlenecks most trans women encounter. Money talks. Mark had learned that years before. Now Mell was smooth all over and had c-cup breasts. She had not taken hormones as she did not want to lose the pleasure she and Simon got from her "extra" bit.

Angie was with her when she got her gender recognition certificate. They both cried, and Angie welcomed me to "the club".

"Angie, I have a confession to make. I did not want to mention it as this all seems like a dream. I didn't want to jinx it."

"Well Mel, what is it?"

"I sort of realized I wanted to be a woman the day Simon offered me the deal. Any real man would run a mile rather than take that offer. Giving up your manhood should not be an easy decision for a man. Truth be told, I was secretly thrilled. I tried to cling on to scraps of my pretend manhood by pretending not to love what was happening. I'm sorry. It's just that there seems so much shame attached to a man wanting to be a woman. "

"Oh, Mel love. I saw it in you when we first met. I love being a woman and would hate being a man. It never surprises me that some men want to be women. I'm surprised it isn't more. What's not to like?"

"I had no goal in life. I was just existing. Now after we marry, I am going to devote my life to Simon and help him become a billionaire."

Angie laughed.

"Yes, start small and work your way up."

"Do you fancy helping me choose a wedding dress?"

They screamed, hugged, laughed, and cried. Then made plans.

Mel stood in front of the mirror, the soft light casting a gentle glow on her reflection. She couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as she twirled in the wedding dress she had picked out. It was a beautiful ivory gown, adorned with delicate lace and intricate beading, a perfect match for the magical day she had dreamed of.

Only a registry office marriage, but she didn't care. There would only be a few of Simon's friends and Angie. Only the three of them would know about Mel's past.

But now, next to her, her best friend Angie beamed with excitement, a bundle of energy and support. Angie had been by Mel's side through every twist and turn, of her self-discovery as a transgender woman.

"Mel, you look absolutely stunning!" Angie exclaimed, her eyes filled with pride. "This dress is made for you, girl."

Mel smiled, her heart filled with gratitude for having such an incredible friend. Mark had never had such a close relationship. She felt a little sad for Mark. Angie was her rock, her confidante, throughout her recent operations. And now, as she prepared to marry Simon, Angie was there to share in the joy and celebration.

"I can't believe this is happening," Mel whispered, to Angie.

"It's real girl. You will be a Mrs soon, a wife."

Angie wrapped her arm around Mel, squeezing her tight. "Love has a funny way of finding us, Mel. And Siman is a lucky man to have you by his side. Now, let's find the perfect lingerie to go with that fabulous dress!"

They giggled like teenagers as they perused the racks of delicate lace, silks and frills. Mel's excitement grew as she imagined the look on Simon's face when he saw her in her wedding ensemble. A radiant bride ready to embark on a new chapter of their lives together.

As they picked out an assortment of lingerie pieces, they giggled and made crude remarks. Eventually, Mel chose a white basque with lace knickers and silk stockings.

Angie chose her wedding night lingerie. Black satin cami-knickers.

Finally, they made their way to the checkout counter, their arms filled with an array of beautiful garments. Mel glanced at Angie, her eyes brimming with emotion. "Thank you, Angie, for everything. I wouldn't be where I am today without you."

Angie's eyes softened, and she hugged Mel tightly. "You don't have to thank me, Mel. Friends are there for each other, no matter what. I'm just grateful that you let me be a part of your journey."

They paid for their purchases, the excitement of the upcoming wedding lingering in the air.