Maid Games, Pt 14

Maid Games, Pt 14

(Cross-dressing, FFm, sissy, DS, FLR, maid, corset, chastity, consensual, reluctant, feminization)

By ChangeYourPassword ------------------- Ms. Kendra Grey in the office

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the first parts of 'Mind Games', first.

Winter, my supportive keyholder, drove me to work on Monday for my first day as Kendra.

She and Emily had decided on that approach, afraid I'd be so nervous I'd get in a wreck, or chicken out completely.

Emily would meet me there. Perhaps, more now than ever, it was important for us to hide our relationship.

"I'll pick you up after work and we can get a drink somewhere. I'm sure you'll need it," Winter said as picked me up in front of my building.

I wore one of the business suits Emily had added to my wardrobe several weeks ago. Now I knew why she had identified and filled that 'hole' in my wardrobe; don't know why I hadn't caught the hint.

This particular suit was black. I also had brown and charcoal versions. Very conservative and businesslike.

It did look good on me. Professional, but with the short skirt, a little sexy too. And when she saw me, Winter complimented me on how the outfit nicely emphasized my bust and my legs.

Great. I didn't want to emphasize anything.

Throughout the drive, she encouraged me to just be myself, my new, female self, to be friendly, casual and considerate. "Your colleagues and friends will be uncomfortable at first, be prepared. They'll thaw out and be okay in time."

When she dropped me off, she gave me a nice kiss, and then a wave as she pulled away.

Per the plan that Emily had arranged, Rachael from HR met me in the lobby and took me straight to her department. There they snapped my photo and issued a new employee badge with 'Kendra Grey' on the front.

She also confiscated my 'Kenny Grey' version.

"That person is no more," she declared solemnly.

From there, we took the elevator up to my department, with several other employees along for the ride. I didn't recognize any of them. I'd never worked with them. And to them I was just another woman among many. I actually felt pretty good about that.

It was when the two of us got off, and began walking the hallways to my office, that I started noting the stares, and the whispers. Nobody overreacted, but they were clearly interested. I couldn't tell if anyone of them were upset or angry.

There was already a new name plate on the wall outside my office door. 'Kendra Grey' certainly looked strange to me. I'm certain it looked odd to everyone else too.

After dropping off my backpack and laptop. Rachael walked with me through the department, and turned me over to Emily. She was my boss; I was her responsibility.

Along the way, Rachael had whispered. "I suggest you pick up a new bag for your computer. Something more feminine."

I moaned quietly. "You're right. I will."

She smiled and nodded.

Inside her office, Emily and I did our best to perform as manager and subordinate. She thanked Rachael and welcomed Kendra to the team, replacing the old Kenny. She also complimented me on my suit, and confirming that nothing would change with my job or duties. Or with our work relationship.

When Rachael left us, she closed the door to Emily's office to give us some privacy, and giggling delightedly, Emily pulled me into a big hug and kissed me happily.

"You look wonderful," she said. "I'm so proud of you. It hasn't been terrible, has it?"

I moaned quietly. "No. Not so far. But I haven't really talked to anybody, yet."

"You'll be fine," she assured me. "Just be yourself."

"Like when I dressed as a guy?"

She laughed, and reached up to stroke my cheek. Then whispered. "Just remember, I love you."

I wanted to be kissed again, but that wasn't advisable.

After that, I walked back to my office and went to work. Almost as I always did. It felt weird to be sitting at my desk in a skirt, and high heels.

And when I cranked up my computer, I immediately began struggling with the keyboard and my long nails. I liked the way they looked, but realized how difficult it was to type with them. I'd regularly hit the wrong key, or two at once.

They even got in the way a little when I was handling my mouse.

And since almost everything I did for my job involved my computer, I quickly became frustrated.

Sitting there, fumbling, I soon realized that there was an unusual amount of traffic outside my door. People constantly passing by, glancing in, but not stopping in to deal with some business task.

Everyone was curious, and anxious to see the new me. As if I was some new attraction at the zoo.

I ignored them all, as best I could. I knew it would take time before things settled down. At least I hoped they'd settle down.

Later in the morning a couple of my colleagues did stop in to say 'hi'. They were friendly enough, and brave enough to actually do something about their interest in me.

I was actually pleased to see them, and visit for a moment. Especially when none of them made any negative comments. A couple even complimented me.

But whenever I moved through the department that day. There were many who stopped and stared.

I was pleasantly surprised that quite a few women, and a few men didn't appear bothered at all. A couple of them commented that they'd seen it coming. And that they weren't sure why I'd waited so long.

Whatever makes you happy, as long as you still work as hard as you always have, was the theme with the friendliest of them.

I wasn't surprised by the negative reactions I got from a small percentage of the others. Disapproval, disgust and outright hostility.

When I had to relieve myself and nervously used the lady's room, one woman rushed out, angrily. While two others smiled and nodded, accepting my presence in their domain.

Monday was also the regular day for my weekly team meeting, where we discussed plans, problems, and successes.

I had rescheduled it form the morning to mid-afternoon that day, to give me, and them, time to acclimate.

The small conference room was always a comfortable place to review our workload. And as we all sat down, there was only a little discomfort in the atmosphere.

I took the first ten minutes to assure them that nothing would change. I was still the same person I'd always been.

And then I tried to explain, in general terms, that I was just fulfilling a dream.

Sylvia appeared delighted. I wasn't sure if she was entertained and amused, or intrigued and aroused. She was in any case complimentary and supportive.

Carla didn't seem all that impressed. "Is this your girlfriend's doing? What's her name? Winter? Are you two still together?"

"Um, no. It's just me. And I'm still me."

She shook her head, sadly. "Knowledge and skill wise, sure, but no, you're not him anymore."

Barry my gay team member was also impressed. "It took a lot of courage to come out like that. Congratulations."

The other two on the team, Steve and Nancy, simply accepted the new me without comment. They seemed indifferent. Perhaps confident that nothing would change for them.

Later in the day Rachael stopped by to see how I was doing.

"Is everyone behaving?" she asked, concerned. "If so, just tell me and we'll talk to them."

I wasn't about to rat anyone out. I absolutely didn't want to start any wars. Create any more friction than I was already seeing.

"I'm sure everyone is surprised. It'll take some longer than others to get used to the new me. Please, let's just give them time."

She nodded and smiled. "Wise move, Kendra dear. I'm impressed by how well you're doing. I understand you have a girlfriend. But if you'd ever like to go out some time. I'd love to."

She looked at me intently when she made the offer. I could see she was serious, and fascinated, but I wasn't interested in cultivating any more friendships within the company.

And I was still worried about Sylva.

By the end of the day, I was actually feeling pretty good. After a couple calls to the user support team, I'd gotten my email boxes straightened out, and then spent the majority of my time working through the collection of emails that had accumulated in my absence.

The long nails continued to present a challenge. I hoped I'd be able to work past that. I was used to being a girl, but not working as one.

A couple times when I answered the phone, I had stumbled using my feminine voice, but I was certain that would settle in.

The people on the other end couldn't see me, of course, several of them still only knew me as Kenny.

I hadn't anticipated that. And I had a difficult time explaining things to the men and women on the other end of the line.

How do you tell someone that you're no longer a 'he'?

I could only imagine what they were saying behind my back, after they hung up.

That evening, mentally and emotionally exhausted, I went down to the lobby to meet up with Winter. She came in from the Visitor's lot a few minutes late.

I'd been standing there being ogled by the men passing by. Most of them I didn't understand, and as they didn't know me as Kenny, they accepted me as Kendra. That was fine, and their admiring looks, encouraging.

But I did get gawked at, receive a few distasteful leers and mumbled comments from some folks from the company.

Oh well...

Winter made me feel a little better when she hurried over, grabbed me and kissed me, lovingly. That caused a ripple, a fun one.

I spotted a couple people, surprised by the sight of two girls kissing so affectionately, there amongst them.

One guy, who I worked with, actually passed close by, gave me a wink, and muttered, "I understand why, now."

Winter hadn't heard, and when I explained as we walked out, she got a big kick out of the comment. "They think you did it all for me? Your lover?"

I shrugged. "Some do. And they think you're so gorgeous, it makes sense."

She laughed, happily and grabbed my hand.

In the car, she glanced my way, out of the corner of her eye. "So, tell me. Was it as bad as you thought it would be?"

I thought for a moment, trying to be objective. "No, not really. Nobody attacked me, or screamed, or said anything terribly unkind. But that doesn't mean they didn't want to."

She giggled. "That's the way it is for everybody. Girl or boy." She giggled some more, before continuing. "Or for a girl who used to be a boy."

I took a rain check on the drink she'd promised, just wanting to get home. So, she dropped me off at my place, and although I was tired and hungry. I got straight into my car and drove to an office supply store where I bought a woman's shoulder bag style brief case to use instead of the grungy backpack that Kenny had always carried.

Then I went home.

Emily was there patiently waiting for me, with Ceasar salads from a local restaurant. It was a great surprise, and despite my mood, I was happy to see her. We sat, ate and discussed my day for the next hour. She was pleased that everything had gone so well.

After the meal, my lover kissed me goodbye, and then left me to relax a little and catch up on lost sleep. I had spent too much of the last week worrying instead of sleeping.

It had been a hell of a day, but it had gone as well as I'd hoped it would.

I was relieved enough to sleep fairly well that night.

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After again dressing carefully, I drove into the office feeling better that day; my second day as a woman at work.

And things were a little bit better. Fewer people were as curious, or upset by my appearance.

Tuesdays were usually quieter. But this day, I had a full schedule of meetings with people from other departments. Most of them knew me as Kenny, and they all seemed to have prepared for the encounter.

After the first five minutes in each session, where I gingerly introduced myself, our discussions settled down to focus on the business at hand. Just like old times.

I went home that night feeling even better. More relaxed. When Emily called to check up on me, and invite me to come over for dinner, I declined. I was still behind on sleep, and exhausted by the pressure of the day.

"I can help with that," she offered. "In bed, or on the couch, or even the floor," she added with a laugh.

I laughed too, and was tempted, but with a timely yawn, I asked for a 'rain check'.

"Okay. But tomorrow for certain."

"Yes, please."

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Wednesday in the office was even better, but still occasionally awkward.

I still drew stares. But I also noticed a couple of guys checking out my legs. In my short skirts, stockings and high heels, I knew they looked good, and sexy.

Apparently, even though they knew who and what I was, they still couldn't resist. Men!

I suspected they were also checking out my shape and healthy chest. But as it wasn't real, and they knew that, perhaps it wasn't as big a deal.

I remained challenged and frustrated with typing with long nails. I spent so much time on a keyboard; it was my job.

At one point when Sylvia and I were in my office and she was looking over my shoulder as I showed her some configuration settings on my monitor, I fumbled my keying and cursed. She laughed, and helpfully gave me a tutorial.

"Kendra, dear, with lovely nails like that you have to learn to type with the pads of your fingers, not the nails themselves. You'll break them, if you keep typing like a ham-fisted man.

"You're a girl now and have to be delicate." And she rubbed the back of my neck, softly and affectionately.

It felt pleasant, but it made me uncomfortable. The woman did work for me. She was nice. I liked her as a colleague, but...

From then on, I tried to change the way I banged on the keyboard, but it remained a chore. One I'd have to get used to.

Miranda stopped in, late that day, around 5:30. Most everybody was gone, and I was finishing up. We all tended to start early each day and leave early to beat the worst of the traffic. But I was still trying to catch up with a few tasks left incomplete form my little vacation.

"Hi, Kendra. It's my last day around here. All my stuff is packed." She said as she had waltzed in, closing the door behind her.

She came right over to my desk, leaned down and gave me a kiss, then moved back around to sprawl in a visitor's chair opposite my chair.

She took a few minutes to question me on my transformation and the reception, but as soon as I finished giving her a positive report, she crooked a finger at me. An invitation. "Hey, lover, how about one more for the road, from my favorite sissy?"

"Oh, come on, Miranda. Here? Now? Where, on top of my desk? On the floor?" I asked facetiously, not interested in the least.

She chuckled, but then leaned back, spread her legs and lifted her skirt to show me her bare pussy. "I came prepared for your tongue."

"Miranda!" I whined.

"Kenny. I can still hurt you, ya know."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that threat. But it frightened me, nonetheless.

"Just get your sweet ass over here and bury your head in my crotch. Now!"

When I still hesitated, she scowled at me and, in a commanding voice, told me. "Just say, 'yes mistress, whatever you desire. You've been so very good to me.'"

I groaned. "But someone might catch us," I whined.

"Everyone's gone home. I checked the floor before I came in. So, say it!"

I sighed. Typical Miranda. "Yes mistress, whatever you desire. You've been so very good to me."

Resigned to my fate, I got up, stepped around my desk, and knelt down between her legs.

"Good little sissy," she said as she ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my head into her crotch.

She moaned happily as I began kissing and licking, smearing her pussy with my lipstick.

It took me a while to get into it, and get her off, but she did orgasm. After a short recovery, she patted me on the head and thanked me for my performance.

Just as I was backing away and climbing to my feet, my mouth and cheeks glistening from her juices, there was a quick knock on the door and Raechel stepped in.

"Hi, Kendra, I just thought I'd check up on you," she said pleasantly, before she saw us. "Oh!"

Miranda giggled. "Hi Rachael. Kendra was just giving me a going away present." She then jumped up, pulled down her skirt, gave me a wave, and laughing delightedly, walked out. She slid past the dumbfounded woman as she exited my office.

I stood there dumbfounded, and terribly humiliated, watching Miranda slip away and Rachel stand frozen, shocked.

When she got over her surprise, she looked at me indignantly, then muttered, "no way," before she turned and followed Miranda out the door. She slammed the door behind her.

I dropped into the chair Miranda had been occupying, and began cursing under my breath, as I rested my head in my hands.

I was so very fucked.

Assuming Rachael went straight back to her boss and told what she'd seen, I'd be out of a job by midnight.

No matter that Miranda wasn't an employee any longer. That it had been after normal work hours. And that we had not been in the same department.

That it was me, Kendra-Kenny, and that it was on company property would be enough to end my career.

Just fuck!

I packed up my computer, added a few favorite momentous, things I didn't want to leave behind, just in case, and headed home in a funk.

When Emily tried to call, several times, I didn't answer. I just didn't want to talk about the disaster.

All I could do was pray that Rachael would keep the secret. Forget about the whole thing.

That night, I mixed myself a stiff drink, watched a little of the hockey game, and went to bed.

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The next day, I didn't get a call, of a pink slip.

I actually survived the rest of the workweek. It had gone as well as could be expected, except for the terrible event with Miranda and Rachael.

I was hugely relieved that I hadn't been contacted by either VP Ashton, or by Rachael. Maybe, just maybe, I'd survive...

At Thursday's morning status meeting, I had apologized to Emily for not answering her calls, saying that I had gone to bed early with a tension headache. She accepted that excuse.

I didn't tell her about Miranda and Rachael. I didn't want her to worry, or attempt to interfere. I didn't want her involved. Have some of my flame-out rub off on her.

By Friday afternoon, when I still hadn't heard anything, I started to believe that I was safe. That Rachael was going to forget the whole fiasco, like I wanted to do, myself.

I went home that night feeling relieved, but still on edge. Once in the safety of my condo, I collapsed on the couch for twenty minutes, recovering, before I packed up a bag and headed over to Emily's for the weekend.

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Emily greeted me at her door with a hug and a loving kiss. "I'm so proud of you. I didn't receive any complaints, and did hear a couple compliments."

That was good news. There were a couple people in our department who I'd expected to be offended, and very vocal about it.

"You want to go out to celebrate your success? A nice dinner and drinks?" she asked once we'd moved inside and I'd dropped my bag.

Not interested, I asked if we could just stay in, order a pizza and relax. "It's been a tough week."

As always, she was understanding and supportive, and later, loving.

We spent an hour waiting for, and then eating our meal. I felt myself slowly unwinding. It had indeed been a bizarre and terribly difficult week for me. I'd become a different person, literally.

I was actually, completely Kendra now. Full time, at home, outside and at work.

Emily was certainly happy with the successful completion of the project. She too seemed relieved, but also proud and excited.

Finished eating and cleaning up, we moved into the living room, to relax and cuddle.

We kissed and hugged for a while, lovingly and comfortably, but then she untangled, backed away and stood up. "Wait here. Be right back."

She ran toward her bedroom, and returned a moment later, to sit in my lap. Giggling, she presented me with a small jewelry box. "This is a memento of this wonderful week. To always remind you of who you really are."

When I opened the box, I found a pretty chain bracelet, and it looked exactly like the necklace she'd given me when she removed Miranda's slave collar. The one that said 'Kendra.' I was wearing it now.

When I held up the new one, I saw that this one said 'All Girl'.

Emily giggled again. "It's cute, and perfect for you."

She leaned in to give me a quick kiss. Then backed away. "Appropriate, right?"

"Yes," I said. I guess now, I was indeed 'all girl', at least on the outside. I did still have a cock.

I realized then that the chain was much shorter. It wasn't for my neck. When I started wrapping it around my wrist, she stopped me. "Oh no, honey. It's an anklet. You wear it on your left ankle. And it should be on the outside of your stockings."

She took it from me and slid off to kneel down and fasten it around my ankle.

When she crawled back onto my lap, before kissing me, she paused and chuckled. "And, Kendra, my love. I don't want to ever see you without it. Just like your necklace."

There was no way I could argue. Even if I wanted to. My lover wanted it, so I'd wear it. I didn't think it would be too much trouble. "Thank you, my love. It's perfect." I said as I kissed her back.

When we broke it off, she muttered, "I do love your nicer lips." I felt the difference, too.

As I held her, I pictured wearing the anklet around the office. It would sparkle and draw attention to itself. Especially with the folks who admired my legs and sexy high heels. But the words were small enough to be illegible.

Unless someone crawled under my desk, to see. And that image made me laugh.

A few minutes later we relocated to the bedroom.

I stripped her as I liked to do, and she removed my blouse and skirt, before we slipped under the covers.

While we were getting warmed up, kissing and caressing, she took a break and rested her head on my belly, and a hand slid down to cup my caged cock.

"Did you dye your cock, last night?" she asked.

Caught out, I muttered, "um, no, I forgot."

She chuckled. "Well, I won't tell Winter. This time. But you'd better not make that mistake again."

"Okay."

When she unlocked me, and my cock sprung to life, she poked it with a fingernail, making me jump and grunt.

"Bad boy," she said chuckling. "Your pretty color is fading. We like you pretty and blue." And then she shifted to give my balls a painful squeeze.

I jumped again and cursed, getting the message.

It bothered me a little that the scolding had come from her, instead of Winter. It was her idea to keep my sex blue. I didn't expect Emily to enforce that rule. And I remembered she was a stickler for rules.

The sex that followed was wonderful, as always.

I ate her to her first orgasm. She sucked on my cock for a few minutes, until I was more than ready. And then she rode me to her second. My climax felt great.

We took our time recovering, kissing and caressing. Then she locked me back up and we went to sleep, happy and lovingly.

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On Sunday after the stores opened, we went out shopping for more clothes for me. I had pointed out that the three business suits weren't enough. That since she didn't want me wearing the pant outfits I'd worn before, I'd soon have to start wearing dresses from my collection. And most of them weren't exactly business attire. Too feminine, pretty and sexy...

Emily agreed. I needed more suits, similar to the ones I already owned. At the very least I needed different colors.

We spent literally hours, in women's stores sampling suits for me. Things similar to the jackets and skirts I already owned.

Again, I had little say in what was selected and purchased. Emily handled it all. I just had to try them on, and model them for her inspection. Dozens of them, I swear. It was exhausting.

One by one, we added acceptable outfits to my collection.

A Navy one, a beige, a maroon and a deep green one, were all purchased on Kendra's credit card.

When I complained about the more colorful selections, she refused to make changes.

"You have enough of the dull colors. Time for more attractive versions."

And all of the skirts were cut the same length or even a little shorter. Showing off even more leg.

"I'm already risking displaying my stocking tops," I whined when I modeled the first, shorter one, and pointed that fact out.

"Just be careful," she said, casually. Then she giggled. "Only flash the people you want to impress."

I groaned, and she laughed harder.

On the way home we stopped for chicken sandwiches at a fast-food chain, and ate them at her kitchen table, before we crawled into bed.

There, I was rewarded with slow, loving sex. And this time, for a change, I was positioned on top for the performance.

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Monday at work I bumped into Rachael in the lady's room. After verifying that we were alone in there, I apologized and tried to explain, but she maintained she wasn't interested. "I don't care. Miranda's gone, and I hope there's nobody else in the company that you're fooling around with."

"There isn't," I lied.

"Well, don't do that again."

"I won't. I promise. We'd never done that before."

She cut me off, again. "I don't care."

Rachael then ducked into a stall, while I took one a couple further down.

As we were leaving, she turned to me and whispered. "You owe me one. A big one."

I just nodded, fearful of what that might entail.

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Wednesday morning, early, I had a video-conference meeting with a satellite office in Manila.

I'd worked with the team there, and even met them in person when the company sent me over to provide assistance with opening the office. Getting their systems operational and networked in.

Their reaction was almost comical, when I explained that I was Kendra, not Kenny, these days.

Their shock and knowing smiles were disconcerting. Their reaction certainly humiliated me. I overheard a 'lady-boy' comment from someone, off-camera.

I'd seen those folks after hours on the street, when I visited. There were quite a few of them. I suppose I did qualify...

At ten, I had just returned to my office after a trip to the restroom, the ladies, when Jerry and Tom walked in.

I hadn't seen them that week. In fact, it had been months since we last went out for beers on a Friday night. Before my fateful discovery by Emily and Miranda, that ritual had been a regular occurrence.

"Hi, guys, what's up?" I asked. It was good to see them. We'd had a lot of fun, and were pretty good friends.

"Um, uh, Kendra? You need to explain. We want to take you to lunch today, so we can talk." Jerry said. He was clearly nervous. He was usually the more outgoing and talkative of the pair.

"If you're not busy," Tom added.

I was surprised. They weren't usually this serious. Or this uncomfortably hesitant.

"Well, I don't really have any plans."

"Good. Then let's go to lunch." Jerry said, still sounding a bit off. I did think I understood. I was a different person than in the good old days.

"Why? What's up?" I asked, just being friendly. Speaking in my feminine voice.

"You. That's what's up. Look at you. What happened to our good old drinking buddy, Kenny?" Jerry said, now more confident. Frustrated, too. He knew I understood.

"We deserve an explanation." Tom said.

I looked at them for a moment. They were serious, and I suppose they did deserve an explanation. We had been pretty good, guy friends.

"Okay. Noon?"

"Good," Tom said. And they turned around and marched out.

It was conversations like this one that I had dreaded the most.

When noon rolled around, the pair swung by my office and I followed them out to Jerry's car.

I sat in the passenger seat while Tom crawled into the back.

As we drove, we discussed some of the events that were happening around the company, changes in senior management and the expansion into a new building in the distant suburbs.

Tom was concerned that his department might be relocated out there. It would screw up his commute.

Part way along I realized that my rather short skirt exposed quite a bit of leg. The tops of my stockings were showing where my behind met the seat, and Jerry's eyes, occasionally shifted down to admire the view.

Now that was really embarrassing. For me, and I'm sure for him, if I called him out on it. It was difficult not to laugh, though. At the both of us.

At the restaurant we sat down, ordered our food, and then the three of us kind of awkwardly waited on each other. I waited for the questioning to begin, and they were apparently trying to figure out how to ask - something like 'What the Fuck?'

Finally, I just decided to go for it. I had dedicated a lot of sleepless nights assembling a script for just this situation.

"Guys. I always had this fantasy. Don't know why, just me. But, with the encouragement of my girlfriend, I decided to go for it."

"Crossdressing?" Jerry asked.

"Not gay?" Tom added.

"Yes, and no. I dreamed of looking like a female, enjoying the clothes, make-up, sexy things, the works."

I paused to see their reactions. They still seemed uncertain. "Not one of those caricature versions like performing female impersonators."

I stopped to look directly at Tom. "Not becoming a real woman, trading my cock for a pussy, or sleeping with guys."

He nodded, clearly relieved.

Then I addressed both of them. "Call it a fetish, I used to whack off to in the shower. You know how that is, I imagine."

Both of them chuckled and nodded.

"So, you have a girlfriend, and she's okay with you like this?" Jerry asked.

I smiled and nodded. "Actually, she's more than a girlfriend. We're lovers. And she likes me like this. I suppose that makes her weird too."

"I've heard that she's a babe," Tom said.

I nodded. "She is. Much better looking than me."

"You're actually pretty good looking, but I have a hard time forgetting that you're the guy we used to drink and hang out with."

"Thanks. It's been really difficult for me. But I confess, I like it."

Tom shook his head. "Are you really going to stay like this. As a girl?"

"I plan to."

The drive back to work, was much less tense. As we were parking, Jerry chuckled. "Will we still go out drinking on Friday nights. Once in a while, I mean."

"If your girlfriend allows," Tom added, with a laugh.

"I do still love football," I replied. "So, if you want to take a girl into Mike's Sports Bar, sure."

They laughed. "That will be different."

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That afternoon, I got a call from Samantha Billing's assistant. Samantha was Winter's attorney friend. The one who was handling my official identity change, from male to female.

Shit, I'd forgotten that effort was underway. Too much on my mind, what with my coming out at work and all.

"Hi, Kendra, how's it going? If there are any issues, I'd be happy to talk to your HR folks," Samantha said pleasantly, when she came on the line.

"Hi Samantha. Everything's fine."

"Good. I have all your paperwork ready for your signature. I know you're right next-door. Can you swing over here for half-an-hour this afternoon? Say, three o'clock?"

"Yes, sure, my calendar is open. I can meet you at your office then."

I wasn't really thrilled. Those documents would make it official. I'd be a girl, according to the government.

At our last meeting she'd confirmed that the process was reversable, if I ever wanted to switch back. But Emily, who was there for moral support, hadn't liked that offer, at all.

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Thursday night, I dyed my genitals blue. Even though I was alone in my own bathroom, I still felt the humiliation of it.

I hoped that someday, my two keyholders would allow me to stop. But they both seemed to be entertained by the color.

I awoke around one, from a nightmare where I was in a car wreck, and in the emergency room, when the nurses stripped off my bloody clothes, and saw my blue cock, they all laughed hilariously at me.

Shit!

I got up, took a pee through my cage, with my blue prick, and then climbed back into bed.

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Friday was an easy day, and after work, Emily and I met up at a restaurant, away from the building, closer to her condo, for dinner. Of course, we'd left the office separately in our own cars. Our relationship had to remain secret.

After an enjoyable meal in the restaurant area, we moved into the attached bar to watch some hockey on their big screen. She preferred that sport to football. More action.

She even enjoyed the hard hits and the fights. It was one more little facet that made her perfect. I love this girl!

When we got home, we stripped off our work clothes as we staggered down the hallway and then dove straight into bed.

Kissing, groping and laughing all along.

But after we'd gotten comfortable, things slowed down, and we kissed more passionately, and held each other more tightly.

We made love that night, slowly and affectionately. It was beautiful and confirmed that we were a man and a woman in love, despite my looks, I was still a guy.

Quite some time later, she stirred, and sat up.

I thought I knew what would come next. "Can we ditch the chastity cage now?" I asked when she reached over to pick it up off the night-stand, to lock me back away. "I can tuck and switch over to gaffs."

She paused and seemed to be considering my request, so I continued my sales pitch. "I'll be much more accessible. And more comfortable, too."

She smiled. "It would be easier. And we could stop worrying about a bulge. You could wear nicer undies."

"Yes. That would be good, too," I replied hopefully.

But then she shook her head and resumed mounting the cage. "We'll have to consult with your other keyholder," she said, putting off the decision. That was disappointing, although I didn't think Winter would make me continue to wear the thing.

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We spent Saturday together doing nothing, other than just being together.

Winter came over that evening and we all went out for dinner.

Lately, almost every weekend she spent a night with us, visiting, going out for dinner, and then back for sex. Emily and I both loved our time with her. And as she wasn't seriously dating anyone, male or female, we were her best option for getting laid.

When I thought about those happy sessions, I wasn't sure if she preferred me or Emily as a sex partner.

She did seem a little lonely, though. Hard to believe for a woman as attractive on so many levels, as she was.

That night Emily again selected Chinese, so we drove to one of the better restaurants that served that cuisine.

And I struggled some, but used my chopsticks throughout the meal. She was pleased, and Winter was impressed.

When we returned home, we settled in with wine, and chatted for a while. Winter was curious about how things were shaping up at work, so we filled her in on how well it was going. Everyone in the office seemed to have come to accept the new me.

She was pleased about that.

Then Emily pointed out my new anklet. Winter hadn't seen that yet.

I lifted my leg to show off, and she slid off the couch to kneel in front of me, holding my foot up so she could get a better look.

"That's cute. And I like the text," she said, chuckling.

"True, eh?" Emily said, proudly.

"Definitely", Winter replied as she ran a hand up my leg. Her touch on my nylons, made me shiver.

And when she leaned forward and slid her fingers up under my skirt, I shuddered. But I didn't say or do anything to discourage her.

When I glanced Emily's way, she was watching, smiling.

When Winter tickled my crotch, I moaned.

"We were talking about removing her cage for good. No need for it, now." Emily said. Interrupting Winter's explorations. She paused, leaving her hand in place, under my skirt.

"She is all girl, now," Winter said, making us laugh. "But can we trust her not to misuse that lovely blue dildo of hers?"

Emily laughed at that. I didn't care for her wording.

Then Winter shifted her hand, and pushed on my bulge, painfully, making me jump and groan.

"Will you whack off all the time in the shower?" she asked, accusingly.

I shook my head, no.

But she said she didn't believe me. "Sorry Kendra, but I think it's too early to trust you."

I tried my sales pitch on her, but she wouldn't budge.

Shit! That was that. I wouldn't be allowed out of my cage, unsupervised.

I got some compensation in bed a short time later, when the three of us moved into Emily's bed, the two girls naked, and me in my lingerie.

I was well used to that arrangement by now. My corset, bra and breast forms were a part of me. My feminine persona. And Emily, in particular, loved me in them, and my stockings remained in place as well. I did kick off my high heels.

We made quite an erotic team, experienced with each other, and knowing the things we each liked.

During the next hour, we each enjoyed our orgasms. Emily enjoyed two, this session, her second while riding my blue cock.

As she often did, afterward Winter spent the night. We all enjoyed the contact and warmth as we slept in a jumble of arms and legs. Especially after sex.

Sunday morning, after breakfast, she left us to return to her own condo, downstairs. Emily and I ran some errands, restocking her refrigerator and cupboards. And the rest of the day relaxing, enjoying each other's company.

Mid-afternoon, though Emily realized that my corset was a tiny bit loose so she proceeded to tighten its laces, and was very pleased when she was able to lace the thing completely closed.

I wasn't nearly as pleased as she was. But my waist did look smaller, nicer.

Emily excitedly ran to get a cloth measuring tape, and returning she measured me at twenty-one and a half inches!

She was overjoyed by that number. It was impressive.

"From now on you can lace yourself completely closed," she declared happily.

I groaned.

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On Monday, I arrived home after a normal day at work, to find an envelope from the DMV in my mailbox. I knew exactly what it contained, and I stood there suddenly frozen and flustered.

The new driver's license, under the name Kendra Grey would seal the deal. At least that's how it felt. All the paperwork was complete. To the government, my company and the world, I was now Kendra, a woman.

The Driver's license seemed to symbolize the end of the game. This was the real me, from now on.

I remembered Samantha telling me that it could all be just as easily reversed. She could submit a new packet and return me to being a male named Kenny. But I couldn't envision that ever happening. Emily would never allow it. And I could never defy her. I could never leave her.

I took a deep breath, unfroze and went up to my condo. Inside I opened the envelope and, like everyone else I hated my photo. Not because it wasn't Kenny. Because it was a poor photo of Kendra.

To be continued...

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