Marcy: New Life, New Gender

Marcy: New Life, New Gender

I am a son of a state department diplomat. Dad has served for fifteen years as an ambassador, the locations changing often. Usually he is assigned to a country for only two to three years. If the country in question was in strife, sometimes those appointments only lasted for a couple of months. His last two assignments were in doubtful countries, the current government still in charge, but suffering greatly due to rebels or influence from other unfriendly countries. Because of this I was unable to go with him, confined to the states.

Due to the fact that my parents had separated several years ago, Dad had hired a governess for me. I remember very little of my Mom, she was a loving individual, concerned about her children and always on the watch for their safety. According to Dad that was the reason for their separation. She wanted the children with her and not at one of his embassy posts. It was argued, but nothing resolved. Shortly thereafter they separated. They never did get a divorce, the reason never given to any of their children. Mom got the two daughters in the separation and I stayed with my Dad. Because of the distance between Mom and Dad and the stability of where he served, the kids never got to see their siblings. There were letters exchanged and of course pictures but that was it for communication between members of the family

He kept his original home here in the states, planning to return there after he retired from the state department. When the country he was assigned to became too dangerous for me, the governess and I would return here to live in his home until he was given a friendlier assignment.

Maggie, the governess, and I got along well, essentially she was the mother I never knew. Her title was governess, but she was much more than that. She helped me with school, cooked my meals the majority of the time and was a companion since in most of his assignments I was not allowed to leave the embassy compound. For schooling I had teachers hired by the state department to come in and oversee my studies. It was a lonely life, but Maggie saw to it that I was never bored. She spoke many languages, so in times of boredom she taught me how to speak and write in most of them. I now can communicate in French, Italian, Russian, Spanish, Japanese and several dialects of Chinese.

I did well in my studies as reflected in an aptitude test given me each year, a way for the state department to see if the children of their diplomats had mastered the basics for their grade level. I always came out near the top of the group, a fact that Maggie made sure of.

We had been back home for a couple of weeks, when returning from registering me for school a black SUV pulled alongside us. We were heading back to the car and only had a few more steps to go to reach it. Two guys jumped from the SUV one grabbing Maggie and the other me. I bit the guys hand that was holding me, he eased his grip on me and I reached back with my foot and tried to trip him. He was confused and trying to keep from falling, allowing me to get free. Maggie was struggling against the other guy, both of them facing the other direction. I ran over to them tapped him on the shoulder, then ducked down low as he tried to turn to see who it was. Maggie managed to slip from his grasp some, now he only held her one wrist. I used my best Kung Fu kick, aimed at his groin, as he instantly let go of Maggie and grabbed his balls. I pushed Maggie away and was about to follow her when the other guy grabbed me from behind, shoving a needle into my neck. The last thing I saw was Maggie sprinting away, before I faded into darkness.

I woke up later, tied to a chair, with a hood over my head. I presume I was now a hostage for some radical group wanting something from our government. Both Maggie and I had some training in what to do in this case, but training and reacting to the real thing are miles apart. I hope at least, she managed to get away. Not hearing her near me was probably a good sign.

It seemed like days had gone by, I was fed very little and never allowed to go to the bathroom. I ended up peeing in my clothes, and then having to sit in them for hours. They eventually stripped off my clothes leaving me naked, my soaked male clothes thrown in the garbage can. I was not bound back to the chair, but left on a bed, hands tied behind my back and ankles tied together. I was left able to speak, told to tell them when I had to use the bathroom. The first time I had to use the bathroom I was jerked out of bed, sat on the toilet, then secured there until I had used the bathroom. Afterwards, I was thrown back into bed, with my ankles tied to the bed frame.

I had almost given up hope, no telling where I was, probably hundreds of miles from where I was kidnapped. It would be a miracle if they somehow found me. Each minute seemed like an hour, day and night having no meaning since there was no windows in the room where I was being kept. I would drift off to a restless sleep, then wake suddenly sweating and about to throw up. On one of these sudden awakenings I heard a lot of noise from the other room, then some gunfire. I just laid there unable to move, not knowing what was going on.

Then I heard a comforting voice, the sweetest voice I knew. It was Maggie, as she stormed into the room almost tearing the door off its hinges. She ran to me picking me up and cuddling my upper body close to her. Then a few comical words came from her mouth. “Boy you sure stink.” I was photographed where I lay in bed from all angles, then stood and more photos were taken. Then one of the people that rescued me came in picked me up and carried me out to a waiting car. Maggie got in next to me and the driver pulled away.

I motioned to Maggie about my ropes, she just smiled telling me to be patient, a few things still had to be done to insure my safety. I was laid over where my head was on her lap and I dozed off, waking later when we arrived at a hospital. I was removed from the car put on a gurney and wheeled into the E.R. with doctors and nurses accompanying the gurney. My hands were freed, but my ankles were left secured. I was inspected from head to toe, then given a shot that stopped all physical activity. Maggie appeared briefly, holding me and whispering for me to stay calm, a few more hours and I will be safe.

I felt my heartbeat, but could not move anything including my eyelids to see what was happening. A sheet was placed over me, I could feel the fabric as it settled on my face. Oh gawd I am dead was my thought, then I lost consciousness. I felt my body being placed in something and some movement then nothing. It was a while later when my mind told me I had been placed in a drawer in the morgue, I wanted to scream I was not dead, but absolutely nothing emerged from my mouth. I still could not move anything to let them know I was still alive. All I could faintly feel was the white sheet above my face.

Rescued from the kidnappers and now presumed dead, laying in a morgue. I couldn’t figure out if I was dead why my mind was still functioning or was it just a dream I was having. But then dead people don’t dream do they. It seemed like forever before I felt movement on whatever I was lying in. Then a different kind of movement, followed by another. Maybe a ride in a vehicle, all of this happening and my mind trying to figure out what was being done and where I was being taken to. Then quiet and finally some more voices, I think one of them was Maggie. I felt another shot being given to me, the liquid burning somewhat as it entered my bloodstream.

Then my eyes focused and right in front of my face is Maggie. I closed my eyes then opened them again wanting to make sure this was not a dream. Maggie looked different, her voice really the only thing I recognized. Her hair was now brunette, and her face looked a little different, her lips were fuller, and as she leaned over to kiss me on the forehead, they felt quite different. Her same comment about me stinking, followed by her cute giggle as she told me to lay still until my body regained control of my muscles. She held my hand tightly, giving it a squeeze now and then to make sure I stayed awake.

Finally I was helped out of the box like structure I was lying on, shocked to see it was a casket. I was barely standing, Maggie holding on to me as I tried to find my footing and get my legs to support me. I was eased over to a bathroom, and slipped into a tub of sweet smelling water. I didn’t realize I had been naked in the casket until I slipped into the bubbles. Maggie leaned over the edge of the tub and thoroughly washed every inch of my body. I started to ask her a question, she just put her finger to my lips telling me to wait until later, when all will be explained to me. I closed my eyes taking in the fragrance wafting up from the tub. I dosed off from time to time, Maggie scrubbing me hard helped my eyes to pop open every once in a while.

Dried and helped into the bedroom where I was dressed in a nightie, a most feminine item that seemed to engulf my whole body. It did feel nice against my sensitive skin, as I looked at my arms there was no hair there, now soft and bare as a baby’s bottom. I presume the rest of my body was now hairless since the feeling of the nightie on my skin was so erotic. So many questions to ask, but maybe I needed to be just thankful I was alive somehow. The fact that Maggie had escaped somehow also quite a blessing. Now clean and with something on I was taken to the front room and seated on the couch. Maggie sat right next to me, my hand in her lap being held tightly.

“I managed to run away before they could track me down, finding an open door to slip into. I heard them walking by several times looking for me, so I stayed quiet and motionless. After a little while I heard no more noise or voices so I pulled out my cell phone and called the police, then the state department. Within ten minutes there were police here to get me. When we looked for you there was no sign of you. A half hour later the FBI showed up and took over the hunt for you. Both of us have had chips implanted in us so that we could be tracked. It was a day later when the scope of the hunt got out far enough for your chip to be identified. They had taken you into the next state, to a rural farm house about forty miles out of a major city.”

“The FBI of course raided the place, ending up killing most of your abductors. They were hard core and were not going to give up, no matter the circumstances. They have not been connected to a group yet, nothing on their person or in the farmhouse giving any indication of who is behind this.”

“You were given a shot in the hospital to stop any physical movement of your body. What the shot did was to slow any movement down to the point that it seemed that you had died. You were placed in a casket and in the morgue for a few hours before you were taken to a funeral home, then the casket was slipped out of the funeral home and brought to this house. All of this to make people think you were dead. We know that your body was checked in the morgue, a hidden camera capturing the image of the one interested in your body. After we find out who he shared this information with we will see to his disappearance.”

“Now for the part you might not care for. As of this moment you are now a member of the female sex and my daughter. I prefer Mommy to Mom and will take care of you the same as I have done before. They have made quite a few changes in my looks, you will experience all of that and more. I have insisted that you be gorgeous and quite the girly gurl. You don’t have to thank me, the least a Mommy can do for her only daughter. Once I get you looking like a daughter I will fill you in on the proper behavior and other things a young female needs to be aware of. I don’t want you asking to date boys for awhile, maybe wait for at least a few weeks.”

I just stared at her, mouth open, I had heard what she said, but none of it had made it through to my brain yet. A few words were stuck somewhere in between, female, girly gurl, dating boys. She saw the look of terror on my face, pulling me closer to her and hugging me hard. I am not sure if I fainted, or if I fell asleep because I had no idea how to deal with any of this. Either way I was out of it. I became aware of someone running their fingers through my hair, I moaned a little since it felt so good. Maggie helped me up and dragged me to the kitchen where there was some food spread out on a table. Another lady, apparently the source of said food, asking what I wanted to drink. I looked around, then said anything will do, I am so parched and starving. A cup of warm tea was placed in front of me, my favorite. I looked at all of the different dishes on the table deciding to have a little of each. Maggie told me to eat slowly and take small bites allowing your stomach to get used to food in it again.

It was an hour later when I was literally dragged away from the table. Maggie giggling away. I had my fork still in my hand, trying to spear a hot dog before it was out of reach. Maggie assured me we could come back later if needed. Up to my room, then sat in front of a large computer screen. Maggie entered a code and shortly my Dad came into view on the screen. He had been crying, tears still running down his cheeks. I told him I was okay, Maggie had seen to my rescue and care. I told him I loved him, and would wait anxiously for the chance to hug him. He addressed Maggie telling her that the plan they had worked out was fine with him, but then faced me telling me that any face to face contact was out of the question for awhile. He made me promise to do what Maggie wanted, no matter what I thought of the request. I know some of what they will do to you is unusual but your safety is the ultimate concern here.

We will get together soon, but it will not be as Mark and his Father. Marcy is your new name, and you are now a young female, a daughter to Ginger, your Mother. It will be the spur of the moment meeting, when we feel that all parties are safe. Now behave and do as your Mother says and I will see you soon hopefully. The screen faded to black and the skype session was over. I hugged Ginger hard, my tears now matching the tears on my Father’s face.

I was led to my bedroom, and tucked in. I had a million questions yet, but a kiss on the forehead and I was soon asleep. The next morning I was dragged from my bed, my mommy Ginger giggling away. Time for my daughter to become a young woman, so slip on the sweats and we will be off. Ginger helped me slip on the pink sweat top, then the matching bottom. She brushed my hair a little before leading me outside to a waiting car. I noticed a guard just outside the house we had been staying in, another one driving the car. I presume there will be no more attempts on our lives and the perpetrators still living. We drove for hours, it seemed like, finally pulling up in front of a large beauty salon. I looked at the size of the place and tried to swallow whatever was now suddenly stuck in my throat. I quick look at Ginger, her smirk now ear to ear.

Ginger helped me inside and we were taken to the back immediately. I was helped in removing my clothes, although I would have preferred to keep them on till I knew what was going to happen to me. Ginger gave me a hug, telling, me to do as they say, while she gets a few more changes to alter her appearance. I was helped up on a table and several ladies went to work on me. I closed my eyes, something I always did when I didn’t want to face what was happening, hoping that the changes will not be that drastic. I apparently dozed off, my bodies reaction to what was happening to me and the stress of the last few days was too much to handle, thus everything just shut down for a while. When someone kissed me on my ear, I suddenly woke up, Ginger’s smiling face staring at me. She knows getting kissed on the ear bothers me immensely, so she often does it to let me know she is there.

I tried to say something but I found my voice strained and weak. Ginger just held me closer telling me to be quiet, all will be explained soon. I did get a glance in a mirror behind Ginger, seeing a cute blonde girl that looked about my age. I wonder who she is, maybe she will be living with Ginger and I now. I did not connect that the young girl was being held in Ginger’s arms, the same as I was being held.

I finally did get a closer look at the cute girl next to Ginger, when it turned out to be me I was astounded. Ginger quickly hugged me tightly, while my mind tried to process what it had just seen. I was undoubtedly a female now, hair, makeup, clothes and most importantly a female figure to tie it all together. They touched up my appearance and then Ginger and I left, both of us in skirts and tops, matching of course. I heard the clicking of my heels before I became aware of wearing them, my walk now much different than before.

Another car, this time with a female driver and we were headed to a destination unknown. It turned out to be a house right next to Dad’s, similar in size but a little farther off the road. We were dropped off and Ginger led me inside. I was taken to my room, shown my bed, Ginger helping me to slip into another delicious nightie, then she brushed my hair while I was fighting to stay awake. I lost the fight, as I dozed off, a kiss from my Mommy the last thing I remembered.

I set up in bed, the dream I had most disturbing. It was a different bed than what I remembered and I was in a female nightgown. I looked around then a voice from a monitor on the nightstand told me to lay back down and she will be right up. The voice seemed familiar so I laid back down, my eyes closing as I did so. Then something wet on my ear and I instantly was wide awake, Mommy smiling and giggling as I tried to focus again.

“You have had plenty of time to catch up on your sleep, so get out of bed and use the bathroom, I need to get you looking like my daughter, a nightie all the time is just so uncool.”

As I returned from the bathroom Mommy helped me slip off the nightie, then picked up a bra from my bed. I looked over to see my bed covered with girl’s clothes, all of them now apparently belonging to me. That much I do remember. I was shown how to put the bra on, noticing for the first time that I indeed had small breasts. As my breasts slipped into the cups of the bra I felt the nipples stiffen, a totally new sensation for me. Then came a pair of panties, the silkiness as they were pulled up my legs not to be ignored.

At the time, I hadn’t realized that my male organ was no longer, a slit framed by two puffy lips the only thing between my legs. Even peeing I hadn’t realized the change down below. Using the bathroom a few minutes ago, I had set on the toilet, the pee leaving my body in a torrent. I wiped with toilet paper, never realizing that there was no penis to shake like I was used to.

Then a dress, my first one and oh so cute. I know a boy referring to his dress as cute. I realized right then that the boy in me had vanished, Marcy was the person now in my body. I love the clothes, but best of all I love being Mommy’s daughter.

I got a super hug to go with the clothes, my feminine being just melting into the embrace. Then I was put to work, so much to learn and unlearn. From how to walk to how to sit and a million other things. Ginger is serious in this, never allowing me to slack off or do anything haphazardly. I had one choice, do it right or do it again and again until I did manage to do it right. A week later we were still fine tuning my movements when we received a phone call. Ginger answered it then looking at me just smiled. They talked for a while then she hung up. We stopped what we were doing, changed clothes then the car and our driver appeared. Off to the mall, apparently looking for some fancy dresses. I was made to try on zillions of them before she found one she liked on me.

Of course, I had to have more lingerie, something to match the cute dress she had picked out for me. Just looking at the bra in her hands made me blush, see thru lace and scandalously small. It did fit me perfectly, my breasts slipping into the cups with ease. The panties also fitted well, a perfect match to the lacy bra. A slip made of the same silky fabric, then the dress next. I was turned so I could see the image in the mirror, my mouth dropping open in surprise. Ginger stood next to me, our images seemed like a mother and daughter getting ready to go out. I was given a purse, after slipping my feet in the heels that were furnished. Then Ginger grabbed my hand and led me out of the mall.

A short ride to a business, this time a photographer’s studio. I was led inside and after talking to the lady photographer for a few minutes I was taken over to a furniture grouping and situated in one of the chairs. Lots of pictures were taken then Ginger joined me and many more were snapped. The photographer had to put another disc in her digital camera so there was a small break from taking the pictures.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and looking to see who it was saw the face of my Dad. I jumped up and attacked him, hanging on his neck with all of my being. He pulled me closer to him then dragged me over to Ginger. He drew her into the embrace not letting her withdraw. After awhile he helped us into the chairs, then still holding mine and Ginger’s hand told us things are going to change again. I looked at him waiting for an explanation, but a quick glance at Ginger told me she already knew of the changes, her typical Ginger smirk was displayed for anyone to view. The explanation never materialized, Ginger and my Dad whispering to each other, but the nature of the changes and where we would live were never shared with me. I hung on to one or the other as tight as I could, not wanting to be separated again from either of them.

The lady photographer returned taking a bunch of pictures of the three of us, a family portrait, at least that is what I hoped it would become. Ginger and Dad shared a passionate kiss, and I received a tender hug from him before he slipped out of the studio.

After the photo session, Ginger and I did some more shopping, then ate a snack in one of the better restaurants at the mall. When we left a different car was there to pick us up, and we headed off in a different direction then when we arrived earlier. I tried to stare Ginger down several times, wanting some information on what was to become of me and where we would live. I was pretty sure Ginger and I would remain together, but was hoping that maybe Dad could find a way to be with us permanently.

When we arrived back at the house we were staying at, I looked confused, not realizing that the driver had taken the long way back. Instead of stopping there, we drove to Dad’s old house, a half mile away. As we pulled up outside I didn’t recognize the place. The house had quite a bit of work done on it, the front now looking totally different. The house was painted a different color, and after thinking about it for a minute we had pulled up to the house from a different street. The landscape looked different, quite a few more trees and shrubs now surrounded the house, the look totally different from before.

The driver pulled up to the old garage, then after activating a remote the garage door opened and we pulled inside. Once inside the door we descended into a basement and parked next to a set of stairs. Ginger helped me out and we made our way up the stairs. Through several metal doors, then entering the foyer, it still looked much like it was before. My head was swiveling around trying to see what all had changed.

Since we had spent most of the day at the mall, and the photographers it was apparently time for a bath again and shortly after that bed. I wanted to stay up, but several yawns later I gave up. The bath was relaxing, I now smelled like a field of flowers, I might add a fragrance I enjoyed. Tucked into bed, Ginger laying next to me holding me tightly until I dozed off. I tried several times to ask some of my unanswered questions, but the questions never made it to my mouth, just a few scattered words and lots of yawns. My voice was settling down some, a feminine voice but still a little husky. It will defiantly require getting used to. On that thought my eyes closed and I was off to dreamland.

I was enrolled in classes online, my schooling to be accomplished while I am at home. I presume another security measure. Ginger and I did go out shopping from time to time, according to her a necessity for me since I was still not exhibiting the girly girl look she wished for me. I was acting like the female I now looked like, my mannerisms quite refined and my movements well in line with those of a young female.

I thought of my Dad often, he was never far from my thoughts and wishes. Then a week later, Ginger told me that we will be having a house guest, come next Monday. A close friend of hers will be coming for a short stay, maybe a month, maybe more. I was to be on my best behavior, and treat the lady with respect. We drove to the airport to meet her plane, and then chit chatted on the way back to the house. The lady looked slightly familiar, but I could not place where I had seen her before. We stopped at one of the fancier restaurants for dinner since it was so late, then on to the house. Once we were inside I was sent to change out of my fancy dress, then come back and we will talk some more and maybe have some hot chocolate. I liked her but didn’t think we would need to talk some more since we probably have already covered everything in her life and ours.

When I entered the living room I stopped quickly, Ginger and her were locked in a passionate kiss, and believe me it was passionate, maybe even hot. I stood there for a few minutes then the light came on upstairs and I ran over to them and squeezed myself in between them trying to get a hug, a kiss or whatever I could from either of them. The lady is my Dad, apparently he has been changed like me, now a member of the female sex. So now I have two Moms, a young lady can never have too many Moms, especially when I start dating boys.

I did get hugged and kissed often, sitting on my other Mom’s lap the rest of the evening. Ginger snuggled up next to both of us. It felt so good, a family at last and hopefully one for the rest of my life.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Nadia; Disguised, Abducted, Married

Nadia; Disguised, Abducted, Married

I have been working for one of the alphabet agencies for just short of six years, one of the myriad different federal agencies belonging to that group. We dealt mainly with situations here in the U.S. but ones that had more unusual circumstances, leaving the FBI to handle most of the rest. A simple bank robbery would fall under the FBI, but if the robbery was through the internet or involved people that worked for the bank we would get called in.

Our agency director made the decisions on what cases we would get involved in after looking at the basic facts. Her name was Sheila Townsend, very smart and very attractive. She managed with an iron hand, never taking crap from any agents or other agencies. Since the agency was very successful under her direction she was hardly questioned or challenged.

I was originally hired for the field, but have been pencil pushing for ninety percent of the time with them. I was always good with computers, not fixing them but using them to gather information. Once that was found out, that became my main job from then on. I worked out of the Phoenix office, living in one of the satellite towns nestled around Phoenix.

I resided in my parents’ home, given to me when they up and moved out of the country. For some reason they became infatuated with New Zealand, vacationed there once and moved there to live a year later. They managed to buy a ranch down there, raising some sheep and living off the profits.

I was now twenty-six years of age, still single and quite content to say that way. I loved females, just didn’t communicate with them at all. In a workplace situation that was a different story, but once away from work I was instantly tongue tied and reclusive. I guess if I admitted the truth I was scared to death of them. At work we had our work to distract us, but once that was gone I closed myself off tighter than a clam.

I was somewhat handsome, long hair, five foot eight inches tall and a hundred and forty pounds in weight. I would not consider myself macho, probably exactly the opposite. I never participated in sports, could cook a decent meal, loved to read anything and everything, had a garden to raise my own vegetables, but definitely not your typical macho male.

We received regular visits from Ms. Townsend at least once a month. She interacted with everyone, knew our names and what we were working on presently. The last trip she had me come into her office and bring her up to date on a case I had been working on for three months. It involved some vague threats to the sister of the President. The FBI had briefly handled the case, came to the conclusion that it was a hoax and dropped the case. Sheila thought differently and grabbed the case. Myself and several other agents were assigned to the case to get as much information as we could about the threats, the sister and any relatives that might be involved. The secret service kept track of our efforts, but at the moment that was all they were doing.

I had been the most successful of the agents working on the case, tracing back the email threats through several out of the country hubs to a political group located in the southern US. No names yet on who might be involved, but there was also a possibility that the political group was being used so that if discovered they would take all the blame, leaving the ones making the threats free and clear. A week later I found the computer the email came from, another agent checked it out, without raising suspicion, finding out that it was in an unlocked office, anyone could sneak in and use it then disappear. The agent did exactly that, the organization not even realizing their computer had been used for nefarious reasons.

As soon as I reported that info I was called to Washington, to meet with Ms. Townsend. I thought it rather unusual since what I found out was really not that important in the scope of things. I was on the next flight, not even having time to go home and pack anything for the trip. To my surprise Ms. Townsend met the flight herself, driving me to her residence instead of the office. I was shown in, and she got me a soft drink from her office refrigerator.

“I am familiar with the group that has on occasion used another group to hide their activities. In fact they have used this same political group several times, but no connections could be made hence no action was taken on either the political group or the group using them. An assault on the President’s sister would give them quite a bit of clout, and help make them a more serious threat to society. Their supposed leader has been trying to do this for years, this may be his best attempt yet.”

“A few in our office here have studied the President’s sister, looking for someone to impersonate her, thus maybe setting a trap to catch the group red handed. We have run a number of photos through the computer looking for possible matches, and guess who has showed up on several search results. That is the reason you are here, unofficially of course at the moment. Your office back home will be notified of you accepting a job overseas to help Interpol, thus explaining your continued absence.”

“A salon in town will do the transformation later today, and if it turns out as expected you will replace the sister in her home during the night. Her name is Nadia, the President and her are quite close, always have been. Her husband has been informed and is okay with the switch.

The real Nadia will stay in the White House for a few weeks, out of sight until we see if they will try anything. Your new husband will fill you in on what she does, and her normal routine during the day. Nadia does work part-time, a job that I think you will no doubt enjoy. Do you have any questions, if not I will ferry you to the salon for your transformation?”

It seems I had a million questions but none that left my mouth. She took me to a salon, we entered through a back door and was immediately taken to a private room. I got a hug and Sheila left me there, in a strange city, and about to be converted to a member of the female gender.

I swallowed hard, this is what I signed up for many years ago, but I didn’t think my first job undercover would be as a female. Two technicians entered, then had me sign a bunch of forms, then scanned my image into their computer. Another female’s picture came up on the screen, right next to mine. I presume it was the President’s sister. I could see some resemblance, but if they could make me look like her they would indeed earn their keep.

They went right to work, within an hour I was hairless, and had realistic breasts glued to my chest. I might add very realistic breasts, after they covered the seams there was no way to tell that they weren’t mine. While I was concerned with getting breasts, my penis was tucked away, a perfect vagina having replaced it making me for all intents a complete female. I was told it was fully functional, I immediately thought of my new husband, surely he would not expect me to have sex with him. Then they mentioned my breasts were state of the art technology, fusing with my skin allowing touch and feel just like a real breast.

The one gal worked on my hair placing it in a myriad of curlers, spraying each lock of hair with a liquid before winding it on the curler. I received a female haircut before she got to the curlers so my role as a woman is assured for a while. The other tech did my nails, both toes and hands. Incidentally, it was a bright red polish that I ended up with, no one will miss seeing my new nails, especially the longer nails on my hands that I now sported. Then as my hair was drying, I received a full makeup job, using semi-permanent products so I would not have to do it myself every day. The makeup seemed heavier than a female usually uses, the eyes and the lips particularly emphasized. I wonder if this had to do with her part-time job.

After my hair was dry, she removed the curlers, using a comb to urge the hair into the new style. The liquid she used was a long lasting setting gel so that I had now a female hairstyle for quite some time. If the operation ended quickly, I was stuck as a female or I would have to get all my hair cut-off. That and the makeup assured my presentation as a woman for quite some time. No time frame was mentioned, but I doubted it would be less than six months from part of the conversation I had been privy to as they worked their magic on me.

The finished product was almost identical to the sister’s picture, my new husband picking me up with a huge grin on his face. The kiss from him sent me into panic, it was on the lips with a little tongue. He could tell the impact he was having on me, he calmly took my hand and dragged me out of the salon, after paying my bill. I had been given some lingerie and a dress to wear, apparently some of her things. They felt funny, but otherwise fit me perfectly. Prior to today, I had never worn any items of female clothing, they were sensual but would definitely take some getting used to.

I was helped into the car, he even helped me with my seat belt. I was quiet, a few hours ago I was told of what I was going to be doing, but being told and having it happen to me is two different things. We apparently lived in a nice suburban home right over the state line in Virginia. Once home, he got the car door for me and led me inside. We ended up in the master bedroom, he showed me where my clothes were suggesting a nightie that I might wear to bed tonight. Of course, it was brief and almost see through, but it did look good on me.

I used the bathroom, then to my surprise he entered a few minutes later and whispered to me that they found out the house was being watched, and saw evidence of specialty microphones capable of hearing through windows. The bathroom and the basement were the only safe places to talk. We would have to act as a married couple, to keep from giving the game away. He did have a little smirk on his face when he said that. The watchers were in a house a little higher up the hill, with a full view of our house, making it very hard to not be spied upon.

He leaned in for another kiss, then led me to the bedroom. He whispered in my ear that I usually slept on the right side, and liked to be spooned from him after we had intercourse. He kissed my nose, telling me that he will be good, otherwise his real wife might end up seeing to his timely demise. I giggled at that, both of us in a close embrace as we whispered in each other’s ear. He was good, but it is hard to get to sleep with another person’s penis erect and trying to bore a hole in your back. A female agent might not have as much trouble with that, but since I was a male until recently it was something that occupied a good portion of my mental capacity. I did manage to drift off, but his penis definitely had a mind of its own, wanting something to slip inside of and be comfy.

When I woke later in the night to use the bathroom, I had to slip out of his grasp, his one hand had caught and held my right breast and he definitely did not want to let go. His penis was still active, just not as rock hard as before. I performed my deed and then crawled back into bed. Immediately I was pulled back into a hug, his penis now very hard and attempting to spear me. I did manage to get back to sleep eventually, my body sending all of these new feelings and sensations to my mind definitely not helping any.

As I was lying there the next morning I tried to put some perspective on all that happened in the last day or two. Here I was a somewhat normal male, transformed into a female that was married with a husband that did have a lot of difficulty keeping his sex organ under control. All in the name of checking to see if there was indeed a threat against the President’s sister.

The next morning I received a sensual kiss, abruptly bringing me to full awareness. As he pulled back from the kiss he had this huge smile plastered on his face. I was dragged from the bed into the bathroom and my nightie was slid off my body. He had turned the shower on, I presume to warm up the water. After checking to see if it was right I was pulled in after him, as he proceeded to wash my body with a sponge and fragrant soap.

Then I had to wash him, his erection the hardest to handle. When I ran the sponge over it the first time it instantly swelled up more, as I tried to back away from him. I tried to move the sponge over his penis lightly, not wanting it to get any bigger or harder. No such luck, now it was bobbing up and down striving to get additional stimulation and lunging toward me.

I desperately tried to concentrate on my task, but having more than a little trouble remembering what exactly it was. Once I managed to escape the shower I almost ran to her closet to try and find something to wear. Being naked with an overactive penis in the room trying to make points with me does kind of speed things up. I found a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt to wear, but hubby nixed that asking me if I forgot I had to work today.

He handed me a dress that looked like it would fit extremely tight in the bust, but flared out into a full skirt. The pair of panties and a push up bra did come first though. I stared at him trying to use my secret power to melt him right where he stands. It may be a secret power, but very ineffective. He did help me on with the bra, then dragged me to the bathroom.

“You are a bra fitter in an upscale woman’s shop in our little suburb of Washington DC. It is necessary for you to look professional, especially your upper torso. I drop you off at work, then pick you up later this afternoon. Jamie is the shop owner and she will inform you of the proper procedure for fitting a bra on a female. I am sure you will enjoy your work, the real Nadia always had fun at her job. Now finish dressing we will grab a bite to eat as we head into town. With that I was kissed passionately, now standing there with my mouth partially open and trying to get more air into my lungs. Hubby returned and swatted my butt to get me moving, the size of his smile showing how enjoyable he was finding all of this.

I sat in the car as I was driven to work wondering how I was going to handle fitting bras on females all day. Nadia may not have had trouble but she was equipped differently than I was. I know my real gender did not show, but junior was still there and at times I could feel him trying to expand and exert his presence. Luckily for me he was secured out of the way, but when he got frisky I did feel very uncomfortable till he decided to cooperate and pretend to be female. It wasn’t pain, but a disturbing feeling down there that seemed to get worse until the situation eventually resolved itself.

After a few occasions of his petulance I noticed a drippage that was oozing out of my vagina. Not something I could do anything about though. I had slipped another pair of panties in my purse, just in case I felt the need to change them due to the leaking. At my new job I wondered how often I would be put to the test, maybe I can close my eyes when helping them find the proper bra for their figure.

At work I was introduced to Jamie, but any details other than I looked like the real Nadia were left undisclosed. Jamie was nice and did show me the proper way to measure and fit a bra by using me as an example. For a male it feels weird for a female to hold your breasts, lifting them and positioning them in the new proper size bra. The fact that I could feel every touch and that my nipples had gotten rock hard made it infinitely more difficult.

Then it came time for me to do it to another customer, I was nervous, almost shaking from my nerves being totally shot. I managed but how it was accomplished no one will ever know, because I don’t remember a thing that I did. By quitting time I was performing my job adequately, although I was at times quite uncomfortable. Having a handful of breast at times for a male is unnerving.

There are quite a few well-endowed females in the D.C. area, most of them apparently customers of Jamie. I have no idea how I made it through the day, closing my eyes just allowed my mind to go over all the images of breasts that had accumulated there.

When my husband picked me up and greeted me with a kiss, I leaned into it. I needed the reassurance that somehow things will be alright. I was happy to see him, someone to take me away from living in this fantasy world of breasts. He gave me quite a smile, just asking if I enjoyed my work today. I swallowed hard, then let him lead me to the car and eventually home. Not a word spoken, for one thing my mind was still buried in visions of breasts, for another I was dreading the time alone with my husband once we got to our home. I hoped it would not go farther than last night, but was also aware how it could easily escalate.

We stopped and picked up some takeout on the way home saving me from having to prepare a meal for us. Unfamiliar with what was available to use to prepare a meal at the house, probably a wise decision on his part. He did allow me some time for myself as he went to the living room to listen to the evening news after eating. I cleaned the few dishes we used to eat on and straightened the kitchen. Mainly to keep my mind occupied.

I was standing looking out the kitchen window when he walked up behind me. He put his arms around me, whispering in my ear to just relax and enjoy the feelings. I was held for quite some time in his embrace, now obviously enjoying being held by him. There were nibbles to my neck, the goose pimples threatening to cause an emotional meltdown. I think he sensed that and grabbed my hand leading me off to the bedroom.

He undid the zipper on my dress, as he started the shower for me. I was actually allowed to shower by myself, very thankful for not having to wash his overactive penis again. I found a robe on the back of the bathroom door to put on, and went to search for a nightie. In my dresser I found a drawer full of them, every single one far from conservative, all sexy and extremely brief. I looked through them all trying to find one that actually covered up some of my female figure. The one I chose had a full cut panty, but left the breasts almost hanging out of the front of the top. The thought of my husband’s penis made me chose this one, something, at least, to cover my exposed vagina.

As I walked over to the bed my temporary husband had the biggest smile on his face, causing an explosion of red on my face. I was hugged and cuddled very tightly all night, having to plead with him to allow me to use the bathroom during the night. Smiles always greeted me as I returned to bed, and then was quickly engulfed in his embrace once again. Each day I was getting more comfortable being around him. That fact not necessarily good for me. Day to day nothing much changed until about a week later.

Hubby was delayed in picking me up, some kind of car trouble and I was sitting at a nearby cafe in their outdoor dining area. It was partially secluded and pretty much isolated. Another lady entered the area and approached me. She walked by me, then I felt a cloth being held over my nose. When I woke later I was in a room and bound to a chair with a gag inserted in my mouth.

So much for my training to be observant of my surroundings, now in the hands of my captors and no telling where. I tried to look around at my surroundings, no windows in the room and the door had a no key lock, requiring a code to be entered to unlock it. My arms and legs had multiple heavy duty zipties binding then to the chair and were quite secure.

I couldn’t hear anything, finally figuring out I had ear plugs inserted cutting off any noises from the outside world. I felt so hopeless and vulnerable. Now disguised as a female, I could be subject to all kinds of things a female has to possibly deal with, something really terrifying for a former male. I was never released from my bindings for long, my food being inserted with a syringe through a hole in my gag. I found out later that I had been fitted with a diaper, so that handled most of my bathroom needs. A young lady, accompanied by two very intimidating males released me from the chair for a few minutes while she changed my diaper, then I was retied again this time minus any clothes that I had on previously. Now naked except for the diaper, not a very comforting position to find myself in.

It had been at least a day or two since my abduction, since I did not have any sense of time passing I was not sure. No clocks in the room and with no windows I could not tell by the light or darkness of day and night. I know my diaper had been changed five times, if that is any indication of the amount of time that had passed.

I was beginning to lose hope I would be rescued, since nothing had changed in the interim. Then that evening I was trussed up to a stand that had been brought into the room. The diaper had been removed leaving me totally naked, my hands tied to the top of the stand and my feet tied to the legs of the stand. That left them about two feet apart, my female sex quite exposed and vulnerable. The lady returned wearing a mask, as she always does, so she could not be identified carrying several things in her hands. My nipples were played with, making them stand erect and pointy. She attached a clamp to each then tightened them till they were hurting me. I tried to stay silent, but the pain got to me and I screamed. Next she slid a dildo out of her bag of goodies and pushed it up against my vagina. Rubbing it up and down over my tender lips, almost inserting it then withdrawing. She kept this up for quite a while then pushed hard and the dildo disappeared into my vagina. Unfortunately the dildo was rubbing against my buried penis making me climax right there while tied up.

It took me quite a while to regain some semblance of thought, then looking at the door behind the girl I noticed that I had been filmed being defiled. The girl approached me once again intending to do it again, while I twisted and turned trying to evade her intentions. This time she toyed with me longer, than as she inserted the dildo again she grabbed one of the clamps attached to my nipple and tugged hard. This time I passed out, the feelings so intense I couldn’t stand it. When I did come to, I was still hanging from the stand, my legs not able to support me any longer. The clamps were still firmly attached to my nipples, the pain now dull but still throbbing.

I hung there for quite some time, now having to pee, since I couldn’t get anybody's attention to let me down. Even for a disguised male it is very embarrassing to not be able to control their bladder. I ended up peeing, the liquid running down my leg to the floor. I shed quite a few tears, all of this just too much for me to deal with.

I thought I heard some noises in the other room, but was not sure. The ear plugs making hearing anything very difficult if not impossible. I tried to call out for help, the wrist restraints were beginning to cut off my circulation in my arms, The partial gag allowed some noises from me but nothing discernible.

About ten minutes later the door opened and my hubby was standing there all smiles. He quickly released me, then carried me out of the house. I was placed in the back of an ambulance as two E.R. personnel checked me out. When the clamps were released from my nipples I took in a huge breath and screamed bloody murder.

The one gal helping me rubbed some cream onto my abused nipples helping the pain subside some. Hubby was standing just outside the back door of the ambulance and tried to enter to save me. Once he saw what had happened he relented but stayed near to the door.

I was pronounced basically healthy a little while later, hubby not wasting any time in removing me from their clutches. Placed in his car I was whisked away. He held my one hand as he drove, squeezing it often to let me know he was there for me. I was awake but so out of it I had no idea where we were going. As he pulled into our garage I let out another sigh, so glad to be home and maybe done with this ordeal. I was carried into the house and taken right to the bedroom, laid on the bed, then covered with a blanket. He laid next to me, on top of the covers holding me close to him. I drifted off to sleep, now safe and with my love.

I don’t remember anything dream wise, the few times I rolled over and opened my eyes he was there with a smile on his face. I remember thinking that I love him, than reality set in, I am just an impostor, and he is already happily married.

When my eyes next opened, it was daylight, the sun streaming through the window, the warmth of the rays feeling good on my exposed arms and face. I rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty, a pathetic moan escaping my mouth. A minute later he appeared with a tray of breakfast for me, setting it on the bed next to me and hand feeding me. Once I was full he removed the tray and came to sit next to me again.

“We need to talk about some things. Unbeknownst to you the operation was a little more complicated than you knew about.” I started to say something but he shushed me, telling me my time to ask questions will come later. “Incidentally we got the kidnappers red handed, six of them in the gang, with two of them shot in the gunfight when we raided the house you were being kept in. All of the remaining gang members have been jailed, with no bail allowed.”

“When you were first assigned to the case, I saw you several times in the video of your training. So since I was head of the operation I inserted myself in the operation as your husband. Just something about you made me take notice. We were pretty sure that the kidnappers were not that concerned about Nadia’s husband, since we found no reference or interest in him when we started noticing their interest in Nadia.

I expect they saw a way to assert some control over the President, holding you and threatening you with rape and bodily harm. They did send messages to the President showing you trussed up and being subjected to some unnatural acts. This was right before we planned to raid the house you were being held in.”

“Back to us, I loved holding you or seeing you naked. The time when we showered together was so much fun, your facial expression so comical, especially when you had to wash my penis.”

“When we showed up at the restaurant and you were not there, I was devastated. Luckily you had a tracking chip inserted in you at the salon, so we had a way to locate you. It took us a couple of days to locate you and exactly what house you were being kept in. We watched for a day or two, then made our move. The surveillance showed us they were six members of the gang, five males and one female. I shot two of the gang members, one of them trying to pull a gun on me, the other heading to where you were being kept his gun in his hand. The others surrendered quickly, the other members of the squad removing them from the house quickly.”

“I went to the room you were being held in, once the door was open I took in a deep breath, then cut you down from the stand you were tied to. I was crying as I did so, so concerned for your safety. I carried you outside, insisting that you be looked at immediately. When the ER tech removed your nipple clamps causing you to scream, I was going to hurt her until I saw what she was doing. Then when she removed the dildo from your vagina I took in a deep breath. Once she was finished with you I quickly removed you, wanting you with me and at home.

Let’s face it I am in love with you not wanting to share you with anyone. I know of your background and I flatly don’t care. I love the you I see in my eyes and the you I can hold tight and cuddle. Keep in mind that as soon as things return to some type of normalcy I will ask you to marry me. I expect a yes in return, then I am planning a quick trip to Vegas to make sure you don’t have a chance to change your mind.”

He pulled me closer, then put his arms around me as he leaned in and gave me a sensuous kiss. I returned the kiss, with us exploring each other’s mouth with our tongues. I laid my head on his shoulder, repeating over and over the word yes. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of being held by the one I love, anxious to spend the rest of my life in his loving embrace. Someone I can love and take care of for the rest of my life. The day I was told I had to disguise myself as a female, what a wonderful day, a day to be eternally thankful for.

© 2016 thru 2024 by Francesca

Babette; Hiding In Plain Sight

Babette; Hiding In Plain Sight

It was during my fourth period English class when the principal’s secretary entered the classroom and talked to the teacher. I was summoned to go with her, immediately I wondered what I had done wrong, my guilty conscious really getting to me. In the principal’s office I met another lady who looked vaguely familiar. She hugged me while putting her finger to my lips.

It was Lizabeth, a friend of Dad’s from a few years ago. Although still recognizable she looked so much different than the last time I saw her. Her long hair the first difference, the light blonde hair color and the heavier makeup adding to the difference. In my previous encounters with her she hardly wore any makeup, possessing a head of brunette hair. Now she looked like she had just stepped off the runway.

“Your Mom got held up in traffic, I am here to take you to your Doctor’s appointment. They called your Mom earlier, wanting to see you right away, something to do with the blood tests they took last week.” She shook hands with the principal thanked him and we were on our way. Her fingers brushing my lips, hinting for me to keep quiet until we were alone.

I wonder what dear old Dad did this time to necessitate the cloak and dagger routine. She pointed to an empty desk as we left, so I put my books there, now I knew it was serious, I will most likely not be back to this school ever.

Once in the car she remained quiet, driving down the street to a gas station where she stopped, parking to the side and went in to get something to drink. She pointed to a bag mouthed get changed, look for bugs and left me. I grabbed the bag, went into the restroom, locked the door and changed outfits. I was surprised to find panties and a dress. Not what I was expecting, but knew better than to protest. It did make me wonder though at what lay ahead for me.

As I removed my clothes I felt the seams and any material thicker than one layer on my clothes that I was taking off. Since Lizabeth was here to take me away I checked for tracking devices or any other planted bugs. Sure enough I found a tracking device in the shoulder seam of the sweat shirt I was wearing. I took the shirt, bundled it up some and stuffed it in a box then set it by the door. The rest of my clothes went into the garbage can, along with my sneakers and socks. I buried them deep in the pile of garbage, it would take someone quite determined to find the clothes.

I slipped the panties on, then the dress. I got some delightful shivers as the dress slid down my body. The dress was a simple shift dress, but made from some silky material. A perfect fit, it hugged my chest and hips and tapered slightly at my waist. I released the scrunchie on my ponytail finger combing my hair until it was spread out over my shoulders, the scrunchie going on my wrist. The shoes in the bag were a pair of flip flops, although very feminine as they were adorned with flowers.

So on they went, then I unlocked the door and exited. I took the box with me finding a pickup truck parked nearby and placed the box in the back. Whoever was trying to keep track of me might be in for quite a lengthy trip.

I walked back to the car but now saw it parked to the side of the station. As I walked that way another car pulled up and lowered the passenger side window. It was Lizabeth so I quickly entered the car and she drove off, back in the direction we came from.

She asked if I had found any bugs in the restroom, I smiled and pointed to the truck that was leaving the station now, heading away from us. She explained the first car she had borrowed for half an hour from a friend, this one is hers. We drove about a mile then entered a Wally World parking lot. She parked way away from the store and filled me in on what had happened.

Dad is an independent contractor, doing various jobs for some governmental agencies or very large corporations. In plain terms spying on people or other companies to get information the parties would rather stayed private. He was good at his job, never lacking any number of job offers, the only problem was selecting ones that paid well and he could walk away from afterward. Ones regarding the drug trade were especially dangerous, those people were not above murdering someone to keep their business profitable and secure.

At some point in time Lizabeth was paired with him and they became friends. When her daughter got older she retired from the business, preferring to be a full time Mother to her daughter. On several occasions when Dad miscalculated in his choice of jobs she appeared and withdrew me from the equation till things calmed down. Today, just one more instance.

Dad and I have moved many times, in fact I lost count when we approached twenty. New house, new school and new friends were not foreign to me, almost an everyday occurrence. Then we have the many varied names I have gone by over the years. It is real hard to remember your current name when you have used more than one during the last few months. I ended up writing the current name on my notebook, when role was called I always looked at my notebook before answering.

Lizabeth caught me mid-thought wanting me to listen to her carefully. Dad’s latest assignment turned out to be a fake, some people who wanted to eliminate him had set up the fake assignment, hoping he would choose this particular job. Once he showed up, they gave him fake information to pursue, acting on what they gave him Dad found himself in a strange house, his avenues of escape non-existent.

Due to his considerable expertise he slipped through an air conditioning vent to an outside exit, then vanished. A short while later while he was still in the area he heard a loud explosion, the house he was in now reduced to rubble. He made tracks, hoping no one would see him, but instead presume he was killed in the explosion.

He slipped out of the country, to another friend’s house in Europe and is held up there till he can ascertain if they think he is dead before he does anything further. He did not want to come home, in case he was being followed. He is presuming that there is a watch out for his son, the same people not wanting to leave any loose ends.

Maybe I have been told some of what he has done, so to find me and eliminate me is the preferred means of handling a potential problem. Lizabeth thinks the bug was planted by one of my school friends, in exchange for some small favor from persons unknown, probably during a PE class.

“So daughter of mine, what would you like for dinner, we can pick up some takeout, then head home to share it with Cynthia.” The daughter of mine delivered with quite a smirk on her face. I let out a huge sigh, oh to be a daughter to Lizabeth for real what a treat. “She will be glad to see you again, especially dressed the way you are now.”

I groaned, but knew it was for the best. I wonder how long it will be this time before I can see Dad again, the last time we had to be split up it was almost six months before we were reunited. A very long six months for me. Again I was with Lizabeth, she was like a mom to me treating me as a son with me never wanting anything except her love. I got that in spades.

When we pulled up to a Chinese place Lizabeth gave me money to go in and get the food, a bigger grin I seldom have seen on her face. I decided to be the dutiful daughter and get Mom, Cynthia and I our dinner. I was waited on, remembering the choices that everybody liked in their Chinese food. It isn’t that we have not lived together before, so remembering what everyone liked was not hard. Back to the car, laying the food on the seat and then smoothing my skirt and sliding my butt into the car. I got a look from Lizabeth, for which I stuck out my tongue in response, then I started giggling.

At the door to their house I was attacked by Cynthia, wanting to see what I was wearing then hugged like I had been gone for years. With two teenagers the food didn’t last long, to hell with feminine diets. Cynthia wanted me in her bedroom to catch up on our lives, Lizabeth wanted me with her as we decide what to do to keep me out of sight. Needless to say Lizabeth won the discussion this time.

Cynthia wanted to stay and listen, but to do so she had to promise to keep her mouth shut, something very hard for a teenage girl. As things were discussed I could see her mouth twitching, then when we got to my possible choices for disguise, it was more of a matter of controlling the giggling. Finally Lizabeth had enough of her antics, so sent her to her room, I would be available to be interrogated after a decision had been made. Of course, on the way out the door Cynthia pouted like she had been treated so wrong.

Once Lizabeth and I were alone she asked about my Spanish. Right then I knew another move was in the works, this time south of the border. I did well in Spanish, maybe needing to spend a little time using it every day, to iron out any problems. It was decided we would speak it exclusively around the house, until it was time to move.

Lizabeth wanted me to keep quiet about the move to Cynthia until we were getting packed. She is not as clued in as to possible scenarios as I was, and Lizabeth wanted to keep it that way. I presumed Lizabeth and daughter was going to be moving in with us, or us with them, a fact that I was quite pleased with. I always thought Dad and her had something between them, Dad just never allowing anything to develop because of the risk in his job. Maybe Dad is going to quit, I myself would love to have a full time parent of either sex, a wish of mine for years, but to have two parents again, be still my heart.

Lizabeth showed me a website, a beauty salon business showing all the things that they could do to make a male look like a female in looks and actions. Since it is not involved with the government but out there for public use, a confirmation that Dad is leaving the system behind, everything done sans agencies and connections. I asked her when my appointment is for, and if a name has been thought of for her new daughter, me. A huge smile and then Babette is whispered. I said it aloud, it had a nice ring to it, I could see myself being a Babette, yep I like it.

It turns out my appointment is the next morning at the unheard of hour of seven o’clock. I got to talk to Cynthia a little, but was scooted off to bed knowing that I would have to be up early. Cynthia had school tomorrow, apparently I would not be enrolled since we would be moving soon. Lizabeth did inform me it would just be the three of us, Dad will not show up for quite some time. She had managed to transfer to her company’s branch in Mexico, they were desperately in need of someone with her talents.

Lizabeth has always been a decision maker, studying the details quickly then making the appropriate decision when needed. The manager of that branch had screwed up things badly, so she was being sent down to straighten it all out. That was why it was decided to move south of the border, a convenient opening that would handle keeping things low key and allowing me to disappear for a while. If everything settled down some, Dad could join us easily not having to re-enter the states to do so.

I laid in my bed that night reflecting on the day’s activities, it was certainly a day to remember. I hoped Dad might be getting out of the business, although these little disruptions added to the excitement of life, I could certainly deal with a little less disruption. I wonder if I will even be put back in school, I am old enough to not have to go, usually the fact of me attending school just to give me something to do and keep me among others and not isolated. I just celebrated a birthday a month ago, officially eighteen years of age. Cynthia is a year behind me at the age of seventeen.

The last time I was with Lizabeth during one of Dad’s disappearing acts Cynthia and I spent our sophomore year in high school together. I was my male self that time, but was sporting bleached hair and colored contacts. The threat then was just for Dad, no mention of him having a family was ever brought up.

Life with Dad was unusual, I cared for myself, did the cooking, shopping including maintaining the residence we were staying in. On an average week I got to see him maybe three times, almost never overnight. I know Dad did a lot of that for my safety, what other people did not know couldn’t be used against him or me. I loved him, but grew accustomed to only little signs of affection from him. Maybe this time it will be different. Sometime during my introspection my mind conked out, Lizabeth shaking me awake bought me back to the present situation.

She ferried me to the salon, then went in with me. I was give this huge stack of forms to go over then sign. I scanned them, then raised an eyebrow or two toward Lizabeth. I wonder if this is Dad’s idea, or if it is Lizabeth wanting another daughter. Either way I was ready to give it a try, Lizabeth has been so good to me over the years, treating me just like I was her child. Since my true Mom died during childbirth, it was really nice to have a Mom for a while, even if it is a pretend Mom and not under the best of circumstances.

I got a hug and kiss from my new Mom, then she left giggling as she exited the salon. Did I mention that Lizabeth is wicked in her dealings with other people, always getting what she wants in the end? When I had signed the last form required, another lady entered the room. She talked to me for quite a while, part way through the conversation I figured she knew a lot more than I first suspected, so was on guard waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It turns out her and Lizabeth had been friends for years, in fact when Lizabeth quit the spy game this lady helped make some changes in her and her daughter’s looks to throw off any interested parties. Lizabeth’s first job was with her till she could make some other contacts and eventually find the job she is currently involved with.

The lady wanted to be sure I knew what was going to be done to me today, and that I didn’t have any hesitation on going this route. I still had the forms in front of me, I paged through them looking for one specific one that I wanted to change. On each form other similar options were listed along with the one that I would be receiving. I removed the page from the stack and took the pen and changed the option that had been chosen for me. I pushed it back towards her, then told her I wanted this option instead of the other.

She raised an eyebrow, but then started explaining that it was long term. I interrupted her putting my hand on hers. “Yes I know it is almost permanent, that is one reason why I want it. I now have a Mom and with a lot of luck possibly a Dad. If a family situation evolves from this I will be eternally grateful to the gods. My new Mom has rescued me more than a few times, maybe doing this will show her how much I appreciate the time and effort she has invested in me. Besides she has a daughter that desperately needs a sister to confide in, to love and to share life with. Please I want this so bad, make it happen.”

I got a nod, she gathered up the forms spoke to the technicians entering the room then winked at me heading back to her office. One of the girls that would be doing the work turned and left, re-appearing with a large machine behind her. It was put to the side as my body hair was removed, both front and back. I never was very hairy, more peach fuss, then body hair. Now I had neither.

The machine was moved next to the table I was laying on and two good sized cups were glued to my chest right above the nipples. Liquid was inserted into the cups from a syringe, then hoses were attached, a switch was thrown and my skin and surrounding tissue was gently pulled into the cup. It was a gradual pull, but the sucked in tissue was never allowed to fall back to its original location. After a little while when I was just getting used to the suction the pump started to pulsate, pulling hard on the skin dragging more of it into the cup. When the pump was not sucking the tissue remained there, the vacuum not releasing the tissue holding what was sucked into the cup securely.

My attention was suddenly focused elsewhere as my feet were put into stirrups and then spread wide. It took me a moment to figure out what was next, my male organ was to be hid, I guess Lizabeth will have her daughter now, there certainly will not be anything looking like a male around anymore.

On the forms that I had signed it had been listed as receiving a vulva, a term that I was not familiar with. It took her about an hour to make the change, my male organ glued to my groin and a very realistic vagina (vulva) glued over the top. Looking down between my breast cups I saw nothing but a cute slit, surrounded by two almost perfect lips. They looked slightly swollen, like they had just recently been invaded by some male’s exploratory device. That thought was quickly put aside, something to be concerned with later, my mind not ready for that avenue of thought yet.

The techs moved to my nails, both fingernails and toenails. I was apparently going to be a lady of leisure, extensions that extended a half an inch past my fingertips would not allow me to do much with my hands. Many coats of polish were added, now I sported twenty bright red digits, shiny and very noticeable. The machine and I were moved to a stylist chair, where my hair was washed and conditioned. The machine working on my chest was relentless in its sucking, I am sure I will have quite a rack before it is turned off.

A feminine style was cut into my long locks, then curlers were added, apparently I will be high maintenance. Good, I can make salon appointments to have my hair done. That is if where we are moving to is not out in the countryside. I hope with Lizabeth’s job working for her company, she will be located in one of the major cities. One that might have salons for me to use. My hair was dried underneath a warm dryer, then the curlers were removed and the style brushed out. It was very feminine, I guess I could learn to duplicate it, but having my hair done weekly sounded so much better.

My makeup was done next right after they pierced my ears, two new holes in each ear. I noticed they were very careful where the makeup was applied, making me wonder if the makeup was semi-permanent in nature. A female friend had semi-permanent makeup done once, she looked good, and it was so much less work to maintain. Essentially just some lip gloss and maybe mascara if the eyes lashes needed darkening was all she had to do to look good.

I did notice Lizabeth come into the salon to pick me up, but I was still hooked up to the breast machine. I got a stare from her, a Mom’s you are in so much trouble stare. She went to talk to her friend, then returned later when the machine was being unhooked from my new boobs. In her hands she had a handful of clothes, presumably for me to wear.

She helped me into the bra after getting a too brief pair of panties up to my new smooth groin. The single strap wedging itself in my rear crack quite deeply. The bra was very flimsy, mainly some lace with a couple of straps to go over my shoulders and around my chest. With the size of my new endowments there was extraneous tissue spilling out everywhere. I gave her a quizzical look, but she just smiled, you picked this option live with it.

The dress I was given was just as brief, very lightweight and almost see through. My lacey bra could easily be seen through the fabric, not distinctly, but there would be no doubt that I was wearing one under the dress. The bra did nothing to minimize the size of my new boobs, so they were pushing the neckline out way more than I would feel comfortable with normally. I think Mom was having her fun with me, so I gulped down any comments I might have had and stood proud, my chest jutting out that much more. Lizabeth saw my reaction and I got a huge hug, actually several of them and she paid my bill and we left.

Nothing was said on the trip home, Cynthia still at school for an hour before she would be able to see the new me. Lizabeth took me to my room and helped me undress, she wanted to see what I had done to my chest, handling each breast carefully and tenderly. She reminded me that they were there for the long term, not something I could change on a whim. I carefully slid up to her and grasped her in a powerful hug, leaning my head on her shoulder.

“Mom why would I want to change my breasts, they are a reminder of me being your daughter. If I must remind you a loving and caring daughter that is so proud you are my Mommy.”

With tears flowing from both of us we hugged for quite some time. The front door slamming alerting us to the fact that Cynthia was home. I dressed quickly while Lizabeth went to delay the sister express for a few minutes.

I indeed was examined closely by Cynthia, squealing and jumping up and down often as she did so. I did get a serious look from her when she touched my breast and I flinched a little from the contact. Luckily Lizabeth called us to help fix dinner and that is all that was said by either of us for the time being.

A lengthy interrogation session was sure to follow once dinner was over. Dinner was potato salad and burgers, but without the bun. They were cooked under the broiler, smothered with onions and peppers and then basted with barbecue Sauce. The bun was left off to ease the calorie intake for three females, although I had just started dressing as a female, the clothes I had been given to wear had very little slack in them for future expansion.

The interrogation was lengthy, Cynthia wanting to know all about the additions to my body. She snuck in a couple of gropes, making sure that what stuck out was real and not something that was glued on. Then she pouted because my breasts were larger than hers.

Lizabeth came into my room later, sat down on the side of the bed and told me there would be another change of plans. At her workplace there were several inquiries about her and her family, a co-worker calling and telling her about the inquiries. Since somebody was looking into where she worked and asking about family, she presumed it was not good. So tomorrow we will pack and slip out of town, not sure where yet, but I need you to be calm and keep your wits during the day. After we get out of town, I will fill Cynthia in on what is going on, so I am sure some sisterly support might be necessary later in the day.

I did not have much to pack, being new to the female gender, but Lizabeth packed some things of hers, then moved some other cases she kept in the garage into her car. It was just like Lizabeth, no matter the situation always prepared for the unexpected.

The idea was to send Cynthia to school, then finish up around the house. After all was handled swing by the school and pick up Cynthia. Lizabeth made sure all personal things were either packed or disposed of. Then she set a trap on the front and back doors, if anybody broke in she would be notified on her burner phone, confirming that someone was after them. The trap also would release a dye on anyone who entered, one that would stay visible for months and would not wash off.

We did pick up Cynthia, she had left everything in her desk when summoned, then as she sat in the car, asked her Mom if she was going to finally level with her. Then she surprised her Mother by filling in a lot of blanks that Lizabeth thought she knew nothing about. The practical teenager did appear briefly asking her Mother if she packed her favorite skirt and her beige heels. Liz giggled yes daughter dear I packed both.

“So if we aren’t going to Mexico where are we headed Mom? I saw where you were browsing on the internet yesterday about the Pacific Northwest. Personally I vote for Vancouver, same weather and out of the country, making it easier for Babs Dad to connect with us.”

I had my mouth open in awe, then looked to Lizabeth to see her mouth in the same position as mine. Well so much for filling in the daughter about what was going on, she apparently knew as much as anybody, ready, eager and energized to delve into this head first.

It was about two hours into the trip that Liz’s phone rang, she picked up the burner phone, looked at the messages and then had me take out the sim card and battery. They had indeed broke into the house, now Liz knew for sure someone was very interested in her whereabouts, also most likely coated in a bright yellow dye. According to Liz after the alarm is tripped the dye package explodes sending dye in every direction even penetrating clothes.

We talked as we put quite a bit of distance between us and whoever was pursuing us. At the next rest stop Liz stopped, telling me to leave the phone in the garbage and flush the sim card down the toilet. When Cynthia and I returned to the car Liz had just made a sweep of the car looking for tracking devices. She had found something suspicious and attached it to a wheel of a car heading in the opposite direction.

We did stop at a restaurant for nourishment, then continued in our journey. When we pulled into a salon with a name similar to the one I had went to, I knew it was time to change our looks to something entirely different. Since very few people had seen me in public, my changes were minimal, but after they were worked on I hardly recognized Cynthia or Liz.

My hair was washed, conditioned, and then set in curlers. The curlers were huge, my style I presume was to be lots of soft curls. A stint under the hair dryer, then the style brushed out. Yep, lots of soft curls, a perfect match for the brighter makeup that was applied. Now the rose blush on my cheeks and the bright pink lipstick were more noticeable. I was finished before Cynthia and Liz, spending the time looking at my reflection in the mirror.

I was new to all of this, but somehow it didn’t seem foreign or wrong. Even though I had opted for the more permanent breasts, they never seemed foreign to this body. It was like I had always had them, progressing through puberty as they grew and became a part of me. Even makeup seemed to just be a basic essential that I needed to look my best as a girl.

For a male these were very difficult concepts to embrace. To have breasts, full and weighty attached to your chest suddenly making their presence known to any person looking at me, a definite unusual experience for a male. The fact that the nipple would respond to all kinds of stimulation also unnerving and embarrassing. So a bra was then necessary to not only support the breasts but also to minimize the swollen nipple when excited. I found it impossible to predict when my erstwhile nipples decided to make themselves known, it was always at an inconvenient time and place.

Cynthia only had her hair color changed, then a permanent to change her straight hairstyle to a mass of curls. It did change her appearance quite a bit though, making her look a little older. A fact that I am sure she was pleased about. She was now a light brunette, still looking like her Mother some, but without the highlights. Her makeup much darker and more pronounced as befits a brunette.

Lizabeth‘s appearance was totally changed. A brunette with blonde highlights, now sporting huge loose curls similar to mine. Her eyebrows were almost eliminated, and her ears now sported three more holes in each. She had brought in one of her cases when we entered the salon, each of us receiving something different to wear when leaving the salon.

We did end up being dressed similar, our dresses nearly identical except for hem length. Mine the shortest of them all, a fact that Cynthia was pissed about. Liz, now Bethany just responded that I had the cutest legs. Cynthia’s new name was Bianca, another sore spot with her daughter. I remained Babette since nobody had seen me out of the house.

Back in the car, Bethany handed us each an envelope with our new ID enclosed. Our old ID was cut up and disposed of in the garbage bag from breakfast. My ID was different, although utilizing the same name. I was amazed even the pictures on Bianca’s and Bethany’s ID looked a lot like how we appeared now, although I am sure it was done weeks prior to the change. I presume another one of her contacts from earlier in life was the source of the new ID.

We headed north, arriving at the Canadian border two days later. No problem getting through the border, a quick look at our ID and we were waved through. Bethany apparently had somewhere specific in mind as a destination as she drove straight there. It was a cute house nestled in the suburbs of Vancouver. I say the suburbs but it was more like the outskirts of the suburb.

She parked in the drive, handing me a set of keys and telling me to unlock the front door. Bianca and her quickly each brought in a suitcase, taking it to the bedrooms at the end of the hall. I went out to help, managing a suitcase and our purses. There was two bedrooms, one a little larger than the other. Since the larger had two twin beds Bianca and I presumed that room was ours. We hung our clothes, then walked the house to see what other features it held. It turned out to be quite nice, a living room, den, kitchen, two bathrooms and a basement. Bethany used her cell phone to order something to eat, while we checked the cabinets in the kitchen to see what dishes and silverware were available.

It turns out that Mom had rented the house fully furnished, basic furniture, appliances and some kitchen things including dishes, silverware, pots and pans and some small kitchen appliances. I then realized how competent she was, running from who knows what, she was still able to function finding us somewhere to live comfortably, midst all the confusion and stress. All of this seemingly appeared at just the right time.

We consumed the food soon after it was delivered. Worry and stress can make you quite hungry. Another family meeting, discussing what we are going to do now. Bethany was going to do some work for her old company, but by internet. She was going through a dummy computer located in Europe, to minimize any chance of being traced. Both of us were expected to get part time jobs, not for the money, but to keep us occupied.

We were each handed a list of places that had advertised for help recently and their contact information. We were not to get jobs at the same place, just to be on the safe side. As soon as we found employment we were to call her letting her know where and when we would be working. She had utilized a friendship from long ago and called in some previous favors owed her, we each would have someone following us from time to time, never to be acknowledged if detected.

She went to her room and signed on to her company, to do a little work for a while. I presume her way to unwind some. We went to our room, hung a few clothes, then crashed on the beds for a nap. My nap wasn’t long, too worked up to sleep long. On the top of my list was info on the area, apparently bus service was excellent here, almost anywhere in town accessible easily and in a minimum of time.

I found that I was looking forward to going out job hunting, the fact that it would be as a female did occur to me, but wasn’t enough to deter me. After some fruit for breakfast I set off, anxious to get my feet wet in being a female out and about. I was still a little leery, watched the reactions of others and quickly moved away from anyone staring at me for more than a few minutes. I left a resume at several places they had already had numerous applicants and were not taking any more applications.

The next place on the list was a lingerie shoppe, I was doubtful about applying here, seeing women naked trying on lingerie maybe not the best job for me, a former male. I did step in to see what it was all about, the manager seeing my resume in my hand asking me if I was applying for the job. I nodded my head, not able to get out any words. Her straight forwardness surprising me as she reached out and took the copy of my resume to look at. She looked it over carefully, then invited me back to her office to ask some more questions. She introduced herself as Katherine, everybody usually just calling her Kat.

She told me a little more about the job, the hours she needed me to work and what I would make in wages. I was shocked, she was going to offer me a job. I was excited, only a few places checked and I was going to have a job. I agreed to a trial, one week so she could see if I can handle the job. That would also allow me to see if this type of job was what I desired. She did tell me that working with the public was at times trying, their attitude often demanding and uncaring.

I filled out the employment forms she required, then she showed me around. I often had to consult my I.D. as I filled out the forms, since all of this info was new to me. She did inform me on how to use the register, and run a sale through on a credit card. She had a smock that I would wear over my clothing while I worked, identifying me as one of her sales associates.

I will start Tuesday at three PM, working until nine PM Monday thru Thursday and then all day Saturday, her busiest day. After I had completed what she wanted, I wondered the shop looking at all the things she offered for sale, more than an item or two something I might want to try. She got busy and I wondered back out to the main part of the mall. As I left her other employee came in, signed in at the register and began ringing up sales. She was a younger girl about my age, a red head and quite attractive.

I managed to call Bethany from the mall, informing her of my success at finding a job and where I will be working at. She was happy for me, but wanted me to keep the info quiet until I found out if Bianca had any luck in finding a job. Bianca is quite jealous of you already, you having a job and her still without one would make matters worse.

I suddenly had an idea, back to the lingerie store, and to the back counter where she kept breast enhancement devices. I had noticed earlier a set of pads to be worn under the breast in most any bra, lifting up the existing tissue making it look fuller and larger. Maybe a solution to one of Bianca’s jealousy concerns. I bought them, even getting an employee discount in the purchase but I had to ring the sale up myself, with Kat showing me how to do the employee discount. I also got to say hi to Heather, her other employee.

With my purchases I headed home, switching buses twice on my way home. That word home sounded so good, maybe this will work out, I would love to have a Mom and Dad, a sister and a house that I lived in for more than a month or two. Once home, I put my purchase in my room, then found a note from Liz…. Bethany. The names were getting easier to remember, but I was still having some difficulty. She was going to pick up Bianca, her choice of a job requiring a parental consent form. She was a year younger than me, so that is not unusual.

I was glad for Bianca, now she might feel more equal, maybe my present might even up the rest of her alleged downfalls. I will have to be sure and let her go first, then tell them about my job later, if I downplayed it, Bianca will be on top of the world, being my little Sis something she deserves.

I decided to make dinner, noticing as I came through the kitchen that Bethany had bought groceries. I decided to make a casserole, finding those ingredients first. Fifteen minutes later I was sliding it in the oven, hoping that they would not be too late. I made some tea, then looked to see what I could make up for dessert, that was female figure friendly. There was some sherbet, also some canned mixed fruit. I put the can of fruit in the freezer, planning on opening it right before I served the sherbet, it would be cold, but not frozen solid, the sherbet a perfect compliment. I would add some sugar to the natural juice in the can making a thick cold sauce to put over the treat.

Twenty minutes later the both of them came through the door, the smile on Bianca’s face lighting up the whole room. She ran to me screaming that she got a job, telling me all about it. Meanwhile she was jumping up and down and talking a mile a minute. I congratulated here, asked the appropriate questions at the right time and otherwise being the dutiful sister. On more than one occasion Bethany looked my way, her smile about as big as Bianca’s.

The timer went off on the oven, both of them staring in my direction. I handed them plates, told them to set the table and get what they wanted to drink. By the time they had all of that accomplished I had the casserole on the table. Needless to say, they were was no more talk about jobs, or work, just a lot of forks clanging. Once I explained about dessert it was also consumed, a whole quart of sherbet and all of the fruit and sauce.

Then Bianca went off to our room, to plan what she was going to wear to work tomorrow. I was hugged by Bethany, and thanked, you are such a good sister, I just may have to officially adopt you. That got a severe hug from me, yes that would be wonderful, my lipstick ending up all over her face.

I hoped Dad was still alive and well, but years waiting alone for him to show up did make me a little cynical. One misstep and he would be history. I need to say a few prayers tonight, just maybe I will end up with a family one day, a whole family, Mom, Dad, Sister and me.

Bianca was thrilled with my little gift, putting them in her bra as soon as she realized what they were for. She ran back out to find Bethany, her chest swelled up as far as she could get it her face showing her happiness at getting larger boobs.

I did tell her later that night about my job, she was happy for me and thanked me for not telling her till later. I really appreciate you treating me like an equal, even though you are so much more a female than I am. We hugged then slipped into bed, I did notice that she kept her enhancers in her bra that night.

The next few weeks were fairly normal, jobs and chores around the house our main concerns. I got the cooking tasks, making the meal before I headed into work. Bianca was responsible for cleaning the house, mainly laundry and vacuuming the floors. Bethany hired a maid service to come in and clean the bathrooms once a week, something both sis and I were grateful for. I never did hear from Dad those first few months. I suspected Bethany did, but chose to keep it to herself. I did ask often, she just smiled saying that no news is good news.

My part time employment at the lingerie shop was changed to full time, quite a few more hours and of course more money. I seemed to be able to handle the few difficult customers with ease, something the owner and other sales associates were quite pleased about.

The house we were renting came up on the market, something Bethany knew about when she rented it. Bianca and I were worried about having to move again, but Bethany announced one day that she had bought the house, now it is ours. She hired a few contractors and had some renovations done, changing a former den to another bedroom and adding a bath to the master bedroom. Bianca got the new bedroom, her smile lighting up the evening sky when she was told.

I noticed Bethany each day was a little happier, her smiling and outlook on life more outgoing and contagious. I suspected some news about my Dad was somehow involved. In the evening when I came to say good night I often found her on the computer chatting with another female. She never tried to hide what she was doing, so I figured it was maybe someone from her work.

Then one weekend she had told us to make sure we arranged for the time off. We dressed in some casual clothes and drove over to the Alaskan border. She found a quaint restaurant and we had lunch. Just before we were served our lunch another lady joined us at the table. It was the same lady I saw Bethany chatting with on the computer.

We were introduced and I suddenly knew who the lady was. I got up from my chair and went to her, making her scoot her chair back from the table. I sat down on her lap, placed my arms around her neck and hugged her hard. She leaned forward a little kissing me on the forehead. I sat there the entire meal, not wanting to leave her embrace. Finally after all of this time I have a complete family. In this case two Moms, and a bratty little sister.

From my hugging her she is like me, it will be Mom and Mom instead of Mom and Dad. All I care about is that we are together at last, forever.

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