Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2016 11:07:36 +0000
From: Nikkie Silk <nikkie.silk@outlook.com>
Subject: Billie and the Bordello  TV

Billie and the Bordello

Nikkie Silk


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This is an old story of mine, but I hope you enjoy it.


Chapter 1

Billy was in deep trouble. He was used to trouble, of course. It followed him
around like a bad smell. But this was different. He breathed deeply and
slowly, trying to get his heartbeat back to something approaching normal.
The adrenaline streaming through his veins made that next to impossible.

He sat down suddenly, his legs shaking from the shock of what had just
happened. Billy shook his head as if to deny the truth; that someone had just
tried to kill him. He was sure of it. The man standing behind him on the
crowded Underground platform had deliberately pushed him into the path of
that speeding train.

How Billy had managed to miss the live rail and fall into the gully beneath the
rails was something known only to God. His small frame probably helped
save him. Billy instinctively held onto a bolt that was embedded in the
concrete track as the train screeched above him. He could see the sparks from
the deafening wheels so close beside his head. The ground shook, and he felt
that he was going to die.

Eventually the train stopped but by that time it had passed over him
completely. It was only then that he could hear the women in the crowd
screaming as they were sure he was dead. Light suddenly flooded back as the
train passed on and a panicky male voice told him to keep still, very still.
Billy didn't need any second telling as he lay rigid with terror under the
tracks, his eyes wide open. The power was turned off and the station staff
slowly helped him from the tracks and back up onto the platform. There was
a cheer as the crowd suddenly realised that he had survived.   "Christ,
you're lucky," the guard said. "We had someone chopped to bits here last
week!"

Someone had called the police and ambulance and they had arrived as Billy
was helped to the platform.

A tough looking female paramedic asked. "You alright, love?"

Billy nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm OK but a bit wobbly on my legs."

The paramedic quickly checked him over and seemed satisfied that Billy was,
in fact, in one piece.

"You should come with us to hospital for a check up," she said.

Shaking his head Billy said, "No. No, I'm OK really. Just need to get my
wind."

A policeman appeared at his side. "OK then, can you tell me what happened,
sir?"

Billy was about to tell him that he'd been pushed when he thought better of it,
saying, "I slipped on the edge. There was a big crowd and I was at
the front and I just slipped onto the track."

A bystander chipped in "Yeah, there's always too many people on this
platform. They ought do something about it."

The policeman asked for Billy's age, name and address.

"I'm 18, my name is Tony, Tony Hatch." Billy said, "32 Duke Street in
Walworth"  His dentist's address was the only real false address Billy could
remember at that point.

Billy had recovered enough of his wits to know he had to get away quickly
before the policeman started asking personal questions. The policeman turned
to talk to the paramedic and Billy took his chance melting into the crowd
running and pushing his way out to the street. He ran on for a few hundred
yards down the crowded street filled with shoppers. He came to an alleyway
and turned into it. He walked to the dark recess of the alley and finally had to
stop, his heart thumping in his chest, breath roaring in his ears. He found a
wooden crate and sat down trying to catch his breath.

Sitting there, he said to himself, "Oh, shit! How the hell am I going to get out
of this?"

He was sweaty and filthy from his escape and flight as he slowly headed
home to his small flat in Battersea. He was sure that the police would be
looking for him after his sudden departure. He stuck to the dark streets and
shadows and every so often he stopped and looked around, but he couldn't
tell if he was being followed. By this time his heart rate was back under
control and he started to relax a little.

Doubts about what had happened crept into his mind. What if it had been an
accident? Was he imagining it? He'd always had an overactive imagination.
By the time he had made it to his front door he had convinced himself he was
mistaken. He reached out with his front door key and found the door swung
open by itself. He froze. From somewhere he managed to find the courage to
get through the door and into the flat. It was a war zone. Everything had been
ransacked. Furniture and clothes were strewn everywhere. Anything not
fixed permanently down had been torn to pieces or shredded.

Billy could no longer deny the truth. They were out to get him-for good.

A movement caught his eye. Oddly enough, in the midst of the chaos his lap
top computer was on the bed and had been left switched on. The screen saver
was running. So someone had been trying to get into his files. Billy knew he
had to leave quickly, but he had the sense to grab the laptop and its case and
then bolted through the door and out into the street.

He knew what he had to do now. His mind had cleared quickly and he
realised there was one person who could help him - Sam. The same Sam who
had got him into this mess. Billy had to contact Sam. And there was only one
way he could do that-with the laptop.

 Sam

 It had begun innocently enough. Billy had been into computers for a long
time. He had never been able to fit in with the male posturing and aggression
at his all boys' school. His slender build and good looks, together with a
dislike of the usual male activities of sports and drinking marked him out.

The other boys felt he was slightly odd and left him alone most of the time.
Of course, his build and looks attracted the homosexual boys and Billy was
pursued occasionally by some that were interested in him for their predatory
sexual needs. Billy was happy enough to play along with the mutual
masturbation and even allowed one boy to suck his cock a few times. But
after one particularly aggressive groping in the showers, Billy decided
enough was enough and made it clear he wanted no more. This, of course,
left him even further isolated and Billy's reaction was to become obsessive
about his computing. The school had an excellent computer facility and with
the help of an enthusiastic teacher, Billy soon acquired a high level of
technical skill and a reputation as a nerd.

Billy became fascinated with hacking. At first this was restricted to breaking
passwords for things like shareware programmes. But as with all obsessions
Billy was driven to riskier things. The school computer files proved to be a
pushover and Billy even altered some of his tormentors' grades - downwards
of course. He rapidly spread his wings, breaking into more and more
systems. But the day he discovered the Internet was a watershed for Billy.
The whole world opened up for him on his computer screen and from that
day he was hooked. By this time Billy had left school and worked for a large
company in IT Support. Although this placed him in the corporate hierarchy
somewhere below the tea lady in most of the other employee's eyes, Billy
didn't mind because it gave him access to all the computing power he could
ever have dreamed of.

Billy also discovered he could make friends on the Internet. Whereas in real
life he found it difficult to form relationships easily, on the Internet it was
different. Billy became a frequent visitor to many of the chat rooms
that sprang up all over the Web. Here he could be himself and people
accepted him for what he was, and Billy for the first time felt at ease with
himself.

One thing Billy had discovered early was cybersex. He had become adept at
meeting people online and indulging in his fantasies with them simply by
typing words onto the screen. Billy had been using one chat room a lot
recently and had seen the name Sam logged in frequently, but Sam never
seemed to join in - seemed happy to watch everything. One evening in the
middle of a session he found himself being pm'd by Sam.

"hello billy" the words appeared on his screen.

"hi sam. How r u? M or F?" Billy responded.

"F billy"

"where u from sam?"

"london, billy"

"me too sam"

"I know, billy"

"you want to cyber, sam?"

"can we just chat first, billy?"

"surething"

"good, billy, hows your day been?"

Billy liked the fact that Sam seemed keen to get to know him unlike most of
the others who just wanted to cyberfuck as quickly and as often as possible.
Sam wanted to know how Billy felt, what he liked to do, how he spent his
day. Before long Billy was opening up to Sam in a way he had never done to
anyone else on line. They swapped e-mail addresses and promised to meet
again the next day.

Billy wondered all day whether Sam would come back and his heart skipped
a beat when he saw her name in the chat room. They met nearly every night
on-line after that first time as well as swapping e-mails if they couldn't get to
meet.

Billy found himself looking more and more eagerly towards their sessions
and now talked pretty much only to Sam online. He had a passing thought
that this was more like a real seduction than anything he had experienced in
real life. Eventually, just like a real seduction their messages began to get
hotter and hotter. Through the keyboard and screen they began to explore
their desires and fantasies, uninhibited by reality.

They played out every wish and dream that Billy had ever thought of and a
few that Sam suggested that Billy had never considered. Billy even agreed
one night to reverse their roles and he became the female partner with Sam as
a male character. This turned into one of their hottest and most erotic sessions
as Sam threw herself into the gender change. Billy found this a little difficult
at first but as Sam began to play the dominant role he found himself thinking
and acting more and more easily as a girl and becoming strangely submissive
to Sam.

Later, after he had logged off Billy began to feel troubled about that session.
He couldn't forget it, but he didn't know why.  Sam never suggested it again
and Billy was a little scared too, but he knew he wanted to.

One night Sam came on but seemed really disturbed and wasn't her usual
confident, leading self.

Billy asked "sam, what's up?"

"oh some personal problems billy"

"can I help?"

"don't think so billy. I'm in a bit of trouble"

"tell me sam. Two heads better than one"

"well I did some work for a company recently and I just found out they have
got some info on me on file"

"what's the problem with that sam?"

"well it's about some stuff I did a few years ago which might  have been a
little illegal"

"isn't that like being a little pregnant? It either is or isn't illegal  LOL"

"billy this is serious, if they use this I could go to jail"

"wow sam can't you ask for it back"

"billy these aren't people you just say please to"

"oh"

Sam had logged off then before Billy could ask any more. He wondered if he
had upset Sam with his attitude and wanted to apologise as soon as possible.
The next few nights Sam wasn't logged in to any of their usual haunts and
Billy began to miss Sam badly. He had not realised just how strong his
feelings had become for Sam and he began a frantic search online for Sam.
No-one in the chat rooms had seen her logged in recently and Billy began to
feel he might have blown it completely. He couldn't believe how much he
missed Sam now she was gone. He felt lost and angry with himself and
swore that if he ever found her again he would make it up to her.

Then, a couple of nights later when Billy had become really depressed he
logged in to one of their usual chat rooms and he was elated to see her name
logged in. He jumped on to the keyboard to send her a private message.

"sam?

"yes billy"

"where have u been? i've missed u"

"why? u weren't very nice to me last time"

"i'm sorry sam, i didn't want to upset u. u mean a lot to me"

"it didn't seem so last time billy"

"sam, i'm really sorry, i don't want to lose u .i didn't know it was so
serious"

"billy, it is serious"

"sam, can i help?"

"only getting that file back will help"

"sam, is it on computer?"

"yes billy I think so"

"ok ..give me the name of the company, telephone numbers, websites,
anything you know about them"

"what you going to do, billy?"

"wait and see"

Sam had e-mailed the information to Billy later that day. Billy had assembled
a battery of hacking tools and techniques and using the computers at his work
he felt it would be easy enough to get into the database. Billy was always
amazed at how easy it was to hack into most companies. Their computer
security was in general feeble and pathetically easy to bypass. The company
was called The Carter Clinic and appeared to be a private health clinic. Billy
idly wondered how that could lead to anything dangerous and
guessed that Sam might have used the Clinic and hadn't paid the bill or
something and was too embarrassed to tell him.

As soon as he began to work on this he realised that this company in fact did
take its security seriously. They had fenced the computers in pretty effectively
and Billy found it difficult to work out how to get in through the firewalls and
other barriers in place. At this point Billy felt the rush of a challenge. He
wanted to do this for Sam but now he also wanted to do this to prove to
himself that he could. A dangerous course for an obsessive personality to
take.

He thought constantly about how to crack the security, talked to a few hacker
friends online and almost despaired at one point. Then, he found his
breakthrough. Sometimes, when people try to make sure they have locked all
the windows and double bolted the back door, they pop out for a few minutes
and leave the front door key under the door mat. One afternoon, Billy found
the front door key. He couldn't quite believe it. There was his way in, right
in front of him. Whoever designed the security system had left a tiny opening
for himself to squeeze in quickly if he needed to without triggering the
security systems. And Billy had found it.

Billy went in through the opening in a flash. He quickly searched for a
database and found what looked like a client record system. Sam had said that
her records would be in their client system but she didn't know what name
they might have it recorded against. Billy decided to download the whole file
and set to work to get it done quickly. He knew he couldn't hang
around for long and although he had covered his tracks well he never liked being
in for any longer than necessary. Luckily the file wasn't so big and after a
few minutes the transfer was complete, and he logged out of the system.

Yes, yes yes he punched the air in celebration. He had done it. He thought
about looking at the file before sending it to Sam but in the end just e-mailed
it without looking at it. He was just so pleased with himself for being able to
crack a tough one. He logged on that night to find Sam waiting for him,

"billy, thank u. I got it ok. u are so clever"

"yeah it was tough"

"billy, i have to know did u open the file up?"

"no just sent it to u"

"good billy thank u again. now what should we do to celebrate....?"


Chapter 2


That had been last night. And now Billy was running for his life. He knew he
had to get to Sam to warn her and get some help. By now it was getting near
to lunchtime and he headed for the local library. He found a quiet corner and
connected his laptop to his mobile phone. He dialled up his ISP and e-mailed
Sam asking her to meet him in their favourite chat-room urgently. He waited
a while and prayed that Sam was checking her e-mail regularly. Logging on
he nearly screamed out loud when he saw her name.

"sam something's happened we're in trouble"

"billy, what's up?"

Billy quickly explained what had happened,

"sam what can I do?"

There was no answer.

"sam?"

No answer

"sam? are u there?"

"sam what can i do?"

"billy, ok calm down it will be alright, I promise u. I want u to meet me this
evening"

"where?"

"i'll give you directions. make sure you're not followed. its a place called the
club tropicana"


Billy pushed open the door and walked straight into the bar. Inside, the
lighting was so subdued he had to stop to let his eyes adjust to the dark. The
Club Tropicana consisted of a single, long room with a bar on one side and a
row of booths on the other side. Lou Reed's Walk on the Wild Side was
playing on the sound system and the room was filled with smoke and the
earthy scent of alcohol and warm bodies. Billy saw men and women standing
at the bar and sitting together in the booths. Billy heard someone laughing out
loud and turned his head to see. His eyes had now adjusted to the gloom and
he saw that it was a large blonde girl who had laughed. Or to be more
accurate he now realised with a shock it wasn't a blonde girl but a guy
dressed as a girl.

His head snapped round the room, his eyes now wide with surprise. All
around him what he had thought were girls were in fact men dressed as
women. His mouth must have been open as the blonde walked over to him
and said in a deep and husky voice, "You looking for someone in particular,
honey? Or will I do?"

Billy's mouth was opening but nothing was coming out.

"Lay off, Bernice, he's with me", said a soft voice behind him.

"OK, Sam No harm in trying is there?" laughed Bernice.

Billy's head jerked around to look straight into the most beautiful
face he had ever seen.

"Sam?" Billy managed to ask.

"Yep, Billy, the one and only", the girl said before moving quickly forward
and kissing him on the lips. Her tongue flashed between his teeth into his
mouth and flicked his tongue before withdrawing just as quickly.

His face must have been a picture as she stepped back and laughed.

"You can close your mouth now Billy!"

She put her arm through his and walked him to an empty booth. They sat
down and a waitress appeared out of nowhere.

"I'll have a white wine please Lisa, and Billy, what do you want?" asked
Sam.

Billy was staring at the waitress who was wearing a skin tight top over her
ample breasts and a short black mini skirt revealing a pair of legs that a
supermodel would have been proud of.

"What do you want buster?" the girl said in an unmistakably male voice.

"Billy, answer Lisa please. It's very rude to stare at the girls"

"A scotch please" he managed to say.

Lisa disappeared and Billy turned to Sam "Are you a, a, a .....?" he
stumbled.

"A what, Billy? Human being? Martian? Piscean?"

"No, I mean everyone else here is..." his voice trailed off.

"I am what you see, Billy." Sam replied.

"Oh right," said Billy still confused by what he was seeing. "Why meet here?
I mean, they seem to know you here."

"Well for one, I have a little investment in this club and secondly, I think the
guys chasing you might stand out a little here don't you think?"

"Oh yeah. Hadn't thought of that" he said mesmerised as he watched a
gorgeous black girl at least six feet tall, bend down to kiss a man six inches
shorter.

Billy turned back to look at Sam properly for the first time. Now he could see
that his first impression was borne out. She was devastating. Jet black hair
cut to surround her face. Hazel eyes stared back at him from a face that with
its high cheeks and delicately curved eyes must have had some oriental
background.  Full lips were highlighted with red lipstick and dark red lip liner
and he could see ornate silver earrings dangling from her ears. The thin straps
of her dress drew attention to her narrow shoulders and a simple silver
necklace hung around her thin long neck.

 "Hong Kong Chinese grandmother and Scots Guard grandfather, if you're
wondering." She smiled  as she said it.

"Oh, no, I mean, you're beautiful" said Billy. For the first but not the last
time Billy had the impression Sam could read his mind.

"Why thank you, Billy. I like you too!" This time she laughed aloud and
Billy felt something jump in his chest as he watched the perfect white teeth
flash in the gloom.

Lisa arrived back with the drinks and Sam let her leave before speaking
again.

"Now, tell me exactly what happened, Billy. And don't leave anything out."

Billy quickly retold the story of what had happened that day. It was only a
few hours since everything had started but to Billy it now seemed like it had
been going on for weeks. Sam listened intently; not interrupting Billy and
keeping her eyes fastened intently on Billy's face.  Billy finished his story
and his drink at the same time.

Sam spoke for the first time since Billy had started.

"You didn't keep any of the files did you, Billy?" She asked, her eyes fixed
on his.

"No, no, everything went to you Sam. Frankly, I still don't know what was
in them. What have you got me into?"

"All in good time Billy. Now Billy, I think we'd better get out of here."

Sam rose and Billy tried to follow but it seemed his legs wouldn't work. He
was trying to move but he couldn't seem to feel his legs. He started to call out
to Sam but his throat was tight and dry. As the darkness rushed in to swallow
him up the last thing he saw was Bernice walking towards him, a smile
breaking out across her face...............

 Sam's Place

 Billy awoke slowly. He felt as if each part of his body was waking up
separately, and his brain was the last bit to come round. He shook his head to
try to clear it and immediately wished he hadn't, as he felt a headache begin
to pound behind his eyeballs.

"OOOww", he said out loud.

He was lying flat out, and he tried tentatively to open his eyes. Light flooded
into his eyes making his head feel worse. He tried to raise himself and found
he couldn't move his arms. As full consciousness returned he realised his
hands were tied, no handcuffed, he realised behind his back. He moved his
head to see where he was. It was a large room, painted white and
decorated in a kind of modern minimalist style. Expensive looking paintings
hung from the walls and there were a few pieces of equally expensive
furniture around.

"AH sleeping beauty awakes!". He heard a voice say from behind him and
then Sam walked into his line of sight.

"What have you done to me?" whimpered Billy.

"Nothing terminal Billy. Don't worry. I just want to be sure about you first,
and a couple of precautions to bring you here seemed in order. A little
something to make you sleep as we got you here and the cuffs to make sure
you don't try anything silly", she said as she sat down in a chair opposite
Billy.

She crossed her legs and the same short dress she had been wearing at the
club fell away from her legs. Even in the state he was in Billy felt that lurch
again in his chest as he looked at her.

"What will you do to me?" his voice now stronger as the drug wore off.

"If you're who I think you are, nothing. If you're not, then maybe I'll let
Bernice decide what to do with you." Sam shrugged as she spoke, "At the
moment I happen to believe you, but if at any time I have cause to reconsider
that opinion it won't be good for you"

"I told you the truth", Billy almost shouted.

"I really hope so, because I really like you Billy. Now I promised you some
answers."

She uncrossed her legs and sat forward in the chair. Billy's eyes widened as
Sam's legs parted slightly to show an area of shadow that Billy had to look at
because of the angle his head lay.

"The files I asked you to get from the Carter Clinic weren't mine. The Carter
Clinic is a front for a very high-class sex club run for extremely wealthy
businessmen and politicians. Very discrete, very expensive.  They can satisfy
pretty much any sexual need for a price. Their clientele are very influential
people and I wanted to get hold of the information in their records and needed
somebody to help me get them. I guess you weren't as clever at covering
your tracks as you thought. Somebody came after you to try to get the files
back. Simple as that."

"Simple as that!", screamed Billy. "I was almost killed today and all you can
say is "Simple as that"

"Now Billy, don't get mad. I can't undo what has been done and I admit I
hadn't planned for this to happen. It has though and we have to deal with it."
Sam said calmly.

"Deal with it? I'll deal with it," shouted Billy, "I'll go to the police."

"And tell them what?  And what if you don't make it to the police? Face it
Billy, I'm your best and only chance right now."

Billy had to admit that his options were pretty limited and began to calm
down.

"Billy, I feel I need to make it up to you a little and there's only one way I can
do that right now."

Sam got up from the chair and walked across to Billy. She bent down and
kissed him on the lips. He again felt her push into his mouth and attack his
tongue with hers.  She broke away and pulled him easily first to a sitting
position and then to his feet. Billy was surprised at how strong she was but
he was still reeling from the news she had given him to really notice.

Sam held Billy by the arm and led Billy into the bedroom. There was a lamp
on one of the bedside tables and Sam switched it on and covered the shade
with a pink silk scarf she had produced from somewhere. The pale pink light
washed over the room creating intimate pools of light and shade. Sam led
Billy to the foot of the bed and pushed him backwards onto the bed.

"Sit down please Billy", said Sam

His hands locked firmly behind him, Billy had no choice but to sit down.
Sam stood in front of him, looking down on Billy's upturned face. Billy felt
anticipation and desire mixing in his body. Crossing her hands in
front of her Sam began to slip the tiny straps of her dress from her shoulders
until they slipped down her arms. Sam slowly licked her tongue across her
full red lips, which brought a little moan from Billy.

"Do you like this Billy?" Sam murmured. "There's much more to come"

Sam let the front of the dress fall away to reveal her large breasts encased in a
beautiful strapless black lace trimmed bra. Her nipples were clearly visible
through the lace cups and Billy could see they were already hard and pointed.
Sam moved forward and hitching her dress up she placed her knees either
side of Billy's legs and lowered herself onto Billy's lap.  Billy felt the blood
rushing in his ears as Sam slid onto his lap. His cock was now as hard as he
had ever known, and it was trying to burst through his trousers.

With a fast flowing movement Sam pulled the flimsy dress up and over her
head to reveal her clad only in the black lace bra and panties. Billy was now
desperate to touch this beautiful girl.

"Sam, please take these cuffs off" He pleaded.

"Oh no Billy," replied Sam. "Believe me, It will be even better this way my
love."

Sam began to roll her hips, moving up and down on Billy's now rock like
erection. Billy felt he would faint with the lust that this simple movement was
producing. Moving closer to Billy, Sam pushed her left breast covered with
lace into Billy's lips. Billy opened his mouth hungrily and felt the nipple
harden through the bra cup. Sam reached behind and unhooked the bra and
let it fall to the floor. Billy moaned out loud as he saw Sam's magnificent
breasts fall loose in front of him.

"Sam you're so beautiful", he said and plunged his mouth over her nipple.

Sam felt Billy's tongue flick against her nipple and then his lips began to suck
the nipple making it even harder and larger than ever. Her head went back as
her sensitive nipple was teased by Billy's tongue. She put her hands around
his head and pulled him tighter onto her breast.

Billy's teeth just nipped the tip of her nipple. "MMMmmmm, " whispered
Sam as the feelings built within her. Sam moved away from Billy and stood
up in front of him. She raised her hands and pushed them through her hair,
allowing Billy a view of her magnificent body. Billy could hardly believe
what was happening to him. Unable to touch and teased by the sight of Sam,
Billy felt he would burst with lust and desire. He idly wondered if Sam
worked out, as her body was well toned and muscular. Her shoulders were
strong and her thighs firm and athletic. Billy didn't dwell on this as Sam
pushed her thumbs into her panties and rolled them down her legs and kicked
them away. She stood still for Billy to see the line of her belly as it descended
into a neatly trimmed bush of black hairs. The light and the angle she stood at
created shadows that his eyes couldn't penetrate.

"Billy, do you want me to kiss your cock?" Sam asked, as she looked down
on him, her body now totally naked.

Billy found his voice had gone and could only nod his agreement.

Sam smiled that soft lazy smile of hers " I thought so Billy"

She dropped to her knees and her fingers found his cock through the
trousers. She squeezed and rubbed his cock as she kissed him, her tongue
darting into Billy's mouth. He felt her hands undo his belt, heard the ssss of
the zip descending. Suddenly he could feel his rigid cock spring free from his
trousers. Sam's lips left his lips and her head moved down to his trousers
and Billy first felt and then watched as her tongue touched the tip of his cock.
He instinctively moved his hips forward in his anxiety.

Sam pulled back:  "Billy, don't move unless I tell you to. Ok?"

She moved her head back to his crotch, and he again felt her tongue touch his
cock. This time she licked around the head as she slid her nails along the
length of his shaft from the tip to the root. The feel of those talons on his
cock made him jump and throw his head back in delicious fear. Sam tasted
the pre-cum that had formed on the tip of Billy's cock and tried to push her
tongue into the slit. She began to lick more aggressively, swirling her tongue
around the end of his shaft. Her fingers now moved to cradle his balls and
again he felt the pinpricks as her nails scratched his ball sack. He was now
almost out of control as Sam began to engulf his cock with her mouth. She
moved her head to and fro, at each stroke taking more of his cock deeper into
her mouth. Billy could feel her tongue swirling faster and faster, her lips tight
around the length of her shaft.

Billy felt the familiar pressure growing within his groin and he moaned with
pleasure. Sam recognised the signs and stopped sucking. Her fingers began
to fondle his balls and Billy writhed in ecstasy as he felt those fingernails on
that most tender of parts. "Have you ever had a Thai foot massage?" asked
Sam.

Billy could only shake his head.  He didn't trust his voice to work right now.
Sam stood up again and moved back from Billy, who was almost panting
with desire for her. She picked up a chair and sat on it straight in front of
Billy then raised one leg and put her foot onto his knee. He could now clearly
see her neatly trimmed black bush of pubic hair surrounding her pussy lips.
Sam moved her foot towards his cock and began to massage it with the side
of her foot. He would not have believed how sensuous this could be she
rhythmically rocked her foot against his cock.

Sam raised the other foot and placed it on the other side of Billy's cock, then
began to rhythmically move her feet up and down his erection. He looked
down and could not believe how this was making him feel. Her feet were so
soft and sensuous that he felt it was a velvety glove around his throbbing
cock.. He closed his eyes as Sam continued to caress him with her toes.

"Billy, look at me " she ordered.

He opened his eyes and saw that Sam had moved her hands to her breasts.
Her fingers began to play with her nipples. They were already hard and
standing out, but he believed he saw them grow bigger as Sam rubbed and
kneaded her breasts. Her head went back and her eyes closed as she rolled
and tweaked her nipples with her long red fingernails. Whilst one hand
continued its assault on her breasts, she moved the other down her belly
lightly touching the skin until it reached her pussy. He watched as her finger
began to circle the entrance and then dart in and then out. She began to moan
softly as the pleasure within began to drive her fingers faster and faster.

Billy could not stand it any longer. "Sam, please I need you now", he
pleaded.

Sam opened her eyes suddenly, looking almost surprised to find Billy in
front of her. She stood up and  climbed back onto Billy's lap, his erection
now rock hard. She lowered herself gently on to the tip, felt between her legs
and guided his cock into her. She took him inch by inch, lowering herself
onto him and then raising herself up and then down a little further each time.
Billy felt his cock enter her tight pussy and almost passed out as he felt her
move up and down.

He fell back onto the bed as she began to accelerate her momentum. Sam
began to move faster and faster, her hips undulating so quickly now. Billy by
now was so sensitive and Sam held his cock so tight in her pussy he felt each
movement with every nerve in his body. Sam could feel the heat began to
flame in her groin as she pumped up and down. She felt his cock drive deep
into her and the pleasure flowed through her whole being. She felt him began
to writhe beneath her and she knew he was close. She eased back a little to
tease him and to prolong her own pleasure and then drove harder than ever.

"Sam, I'm cumming!!!" he shouted as she rode him faster and harder.

She felt herself close too.

"Yes Billy, yes cum for me!", she screamed.

"I'm cumming now!!!" he grunted as the dam burst and he felt himself flood
into her pussy. Sam kept riding until she felt her own orgasm overwhelm her
and she screamed again.

"YES, YES, YES , I'm cumming now. OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh"

She shook as the orgasm took her and the spasms drove their way through
her body. Eventually, she slumped back and Sam let his cock slip from her
pussy.

"Oh my God" he said as he lay back against the bed.

"I enjoyed that Billy" Sam said as she lay on the bed next to him "Did you?"

"Oh yes, yes Sam." he could barely speak at that moment he was so spent.

Sam lay down beside him and reached out and stroked his cheek with her
fingers. She began to trace the shape of his lips with one of her fingernails.
Instinctively his tongue flicked out and licked her finger. She thrust her
fingers into his mouth. He sucked them feeling the nails hard and sharp
against his tongue.

His senses began to return, and he felt the cuffs chafing against his wrists.

"Now will you please take these cuffs off", he pleaded with her.

"OK Billy, but you will do what I say, right?"

"OK. Ok yes I will, but get these things off please", he begged.

Not answering him Sam slid of the bed and wrapped a pale blue, silk kimono
robe around her shoulders and tied it at the waist. She produced the key for
the cuffs and unlocked them behind his back. He felt them removed and
rubbed his wrists where the metal had cut into them.

"Was that necessary?" he whined

"Did you enjoy it or not Billy?" she said, her direct gaze oddly familiar to
him. She was sat on the chair, legs crossed and the silk kimono had opened
to reveal her legs.

"Yes I did. It was bloody wonderful to tell you the truth" he said.

"So stop complaining. Anyway we have other things to think about." She
said firmly.

"Like what?"

"Like getting you safely out of town," she said grimly.

 Billie Begins

"Billy", said Sam "The only way we are going to get you out of this alive is
in disguise".

Billy nodded, "But as what? This isn't the movies. These things don't
happen in real life!"

"Oh, you mean like people trying to kill you doesn't happen in real life," said
Sam sarcastically.

She stood next to Billy seeming to measure him up against herself. She
looked him up and down quickly and then looking him directly in the eye
spoke firmly, "There is a way, Billy"

"How?" replied Billy.

"In my clothes, Billy" Sam replied. "Look, we're pretty much the same size.
You're slender enough to wear my clothes and with some adjustments to
your hair and stuff we can really get you to look enough like a girl to get by"

"No, no, no!" said Billy "I can't do that. No way."

Sam stood up and held Billy by the shoulders. Not for the first time he
wondered at how physically strong she was and how easily she seemed to
command him. Sam locked her gaze onto Billy and said firmly, "Billy, if you
want me to help you then you have to accept that I'm in charge here. If you
don't then I'm afraid that I can't be responsible for what happens."

Billy blinked and felt his mouth run dry. He still hesitated, frightened and
unsure of what to do.

"Billy, I'm waiting!" snapped Sam.

"OK" croaked Billy.

Sam smiled. "Good boy, Billy", she whispered and kissed him on the lips.

Sam disappeared into the bathroom and Billy heard the shower start. Sam
reappeared and said to Billy "Right my lad, have a shower. Make sure you
wash your hair and shave yourself all over. Not just your face Billy but all
over."

"Is that really necessary?" Billy complained.

"Billy", said Sam firmly "What did I just say? I'm in charge, right?"

Billy entered the bathroom, undressed and did as he had been told. The hot
water hitting his body drained away the tension from the day and he began to
feel better. He washed his hair in the fragrant shampoo he found and dried
himself. He found a lady razor and some cream in the bathroom cabinet and
began to shave himself. He never had much hair growth any way, so it wasn't
that difficult but it made him feel odd. Showering again after finishing, he felt
the water rush over his smooth body. It felt nice he had to admit.

He wrapped a towel around himself and walked into the bedroom. Sam stood
there with some clothes laid out on the bed. He saw what looked like white
silk panties and bra together with a dark skirt and a white silk blouse. Billy
stopped dead.

"They're not for me are they?" he stammered.

Sam walked up to him and held his shoulders forcibly. "Of course they are
Billy, I'm not going to say this again. If you don't do exactly as I say I
cannot help you. Is that clear?"

Billy nodded; knowing Sam had the upper hand. Sam moved towards Billy
and pulled away the towel. His sudden nakedness made him feel defenceless
and vulnerable.

Billy stood as Sam had told him too. His fight had gone, his will transferred
to Sam. She moved in front of him and knelt down on one knee, the pair of
panties in her hand.

 She said, "Raise your foot please Billy". He did so, leaning on Sam's
shoulder. She slid his foot into the panties and said,  "now the other please
Billy".

Again he complied and the other foot was placed in through the scrap of silk.
Sam eased the panties up his legs. Billy felt the sheer silk against his smooth
legs and almost gasped aloud as she pulled the panties up and over his hips to
cover his cock and balls. Her fingers adjusted the fit against him, her
fingernails brushing against his cock, which twitched involuntarily.

Sam picked up a matching silk bra and quickly moved behind Billy, slipping
first one arm and then the other into the straps. Billy could not have moved if
he had wanted to. The feelings he was experiencing as the bra tightened
against his chest were overwhelming him. His nipples hardened as the
material pulled against them. He felt scared and excited at the same time. He
looked down to see his cock tenting out the front of the white silk panties. He
almost moaned out loud. Moving quickly, Sam reached around Billy's waist
and fastened the suspender belt from the back. Billy could feel the straps of
the belt loosely touching his thighs and shivered, his erection growing
quickly.

Sam said, "Sit down Billy please", but he didn't move, so she pushed him
down so that he sat on the side of the bed again.

Sam asked, "Billy are you OK?"

He nodded, unable to compose himself enough to speak because of what he
was feeling. Sam opened a packet of stockings and raised Billy's leg in front
of him rolling the nylon up over his ankle and knee, fastening it to the
suspender belt.  Billy almost fainted now, the softness of the nylon sliding
over his hairless legs almost too sensual for him to bear.

Sam smiled to herself as she sensed Billy's growing excitement at what was
going on.

She spoke softly, "Billy! You're enjoying this after all aren't you?"

Sam walked to the dresser and fetched two breast forms, together with a
white silk blouse. She slipped the breast forms between the bra and his skin
and adjusted them to fit perfectly. Billy immediately felt the increase in weight
and looked down, startled to see how the bra now stood out from his
chest. He just couldn't understand how good this felt. A few hours ago and
he would have laughed at the idea of wearing panties, a bra and a lace
suspender belt. Now, he was not only wearing them, he also had an erection
the size of Big Ben.

Sam pulled Billy's arms into and through the sleeves of the sheer white
blouse and buttoned it from the back. Billy felt he was in a dream as the
material settled over his shoulders and chest. The bra now showed clearly
through the blouse and Billy idly wondered how it must look from the front.

Reading his mind Sam said, "There, that looks good Billy, not long now
sweetheart"

Reaching behind her Sam produced a short white half-slip and in a trance
Billy put his feet through the elastic waist of the slip. Sam pulled the slip up
his legs and the feeling against his nylon clad legs almost made Billy come on
the spot. He gulped, unable to comprehend the strength of the emotion
running through his body.

Sam stood back at this point to see the effects of her work. "Mmmm, not
bad", she thought to herself. Although Billy still stood almost rooted to the
spot, Sam could see that Billy's slender frame and soft face would be more
than passable. The feminine lingerie softened his slender body, and it was as
if he was changing subtly but clearly into a new role.

The short blue cotton skirt came next and by this time Billy was almost eager
to pull it up over his slip. He wriggled his hips to bring the skirt up to his
waist and then waited patiently as Sam fastened the skirt at the back. Almost
instinctively Billy's hands went to smooth out the material, so the skirt fell
straight.  Sam hid a smile as Billy's knee bent and he held himself in an
unmistakably female shape. This was almost too easy.

Sam walked in front of Billy and pushed her hands through Billy's hair
drawing it into shape and allowing it to fall over his ears and down almost to
his shoulders. It'll do, thought Sam, but a good wash and cut would work
wonders. Later, she thought, there will be plenty of time for that.

"Time for a little makeup now, Billy", said Sam.

This snapped Billy out of his reverie. "No, no way", he said. "I'm not going
to wear makeup". He almost pouted and Sam had to stifle a laugh.

Sam said in a reasonable tone, "Billy, we agreed this is the only way to get
out of this. If you go out looking like that I promise you you'll get arrested
within fifty yards. You have to be convincing".

"OK Sam", he whispered. "What's next?"

Sam pushed him to the dressing table and sat him in one of the two chairs in
the room. She fetched the other and sat directly in front of him their knees
almost touching. Reaching over to the dressing table Sam pulled bottles,
lipsticks and tubes within easy reach. She turned to Billy and said, "Close
your eyes and I want you to open them only when I tell you, understood?"

Billy nodded and quickly closed his eyes. Even though his resistance had
crumbled away in front of Sam he couldn't quite believe this was happening.
With his eyes closed and the feel of his new feminine clothes pulling and
holding him in strange places, he felt totally disorientated. He could feel his
legs rubbing against each other through the sheer stockings encasing his legs,
and the bra holding him tight with it's extra new weight pulling him forward.
He was scared, yet excited.

Sam began to work. She was a skilled makeup artist and quickly laid on a
foundation to cover what little beard growth Billy had left. Powder,
eyeshadow and blusher all followed. Sam wondered just how easy it was to
alter and soften Billy's features. Some artful shadow here and carefully
created highlight there all conspired to transform Billy's face.  Billy jumped
as Sam touched his lips with the lipstick and felt the moist pressure and the
strange taste on his lips.

"This will hurt a little bit baby, but it will be worth it, trust me", said Sam
stretching his skin above his eyes. She plucked all his long hairs quickly and
methodically and left him with a fine tapered arch.

"ooowww!", Billy screeched as Sam plucked the first of his eyebrows, "That
hurt!" he sulked.

"Don't be a baby. If this is the worst it gets, count yourself lucky". Billy
wondered what she meant, but forgot the remark as Sam plucked again on the
other side. "OOOOWWWW!"

"Open your eyes. But don't move Billy", ordered Sam. Billy did so and
Sam's beautiful face appeared only inches from his eyes. He blinked and
tried to focus on her hazel eyes.  "Nearly done now", whispered Sam as she
applied mascara to each of his upper and lower lashes.

"There!", said Sam as she finished. "That should do the trick. You can stand
up now."

Billy stood up and immediately felt the extra weight of the breast forms and
straightened his back to compensate. He could feel the smooth silk against his
skin and how the stockings pulled against the straps of the suspender belt.
He looked at Sam and asked:  "How do I look?"

"Look for yourself" said Sam and pointed to the full-length mirror in the
corner of the room. Billy turned towards it and gasped at what he saw.
Looking back at him was a smartly dressed girl; short blue skirt and white
sheer blouse made her look like an executive secretary perhaps. There was
just a hint of a bra showing through the blouse as the material stretched over
her breasts. But it was the face that stared back that made his heart leap. It
couldn't possibly be him! Her hair fell down to her shoulders and framed
Billy's face. Sam's makeup job had changed Billy's face completely. His
features were softer and his whole face looked narrower, less aggressive.
The clever shadowing and highlighting made him look like a girl. And the
lips! A dark peach colour had emphasised the fullness of the lips and drew
attention away from some of the more masculine angles of his face.

Billy stared, then turned sideways to see his profile in the mirror. First
one way and then the other. His hands automatically went to smooth the skirt
and the blouse. Sam saw the look of growing happiness in Billy's eyes and
she smiled secretly to herself. It was working.

She clapped her hands together and blurted "You look wonderful, Billy. This is
going to work!"

Sam ran to the wardrobe and picked up a pair of shoes and grabbed
something from the dresser as she passed. Moving back to Billy she said,
"Now for some shoes Billy. We won't go for heels quite yet, but these
should fit you Ok"

Billy either didn't catch the meaning of Sam's "yet" or choose not to hear it.
He stepped into the black leather loafers which looked like his own but which
were obviously a woman's' style. Sam came up behind him, pulled back his
hair and clipped silver earrings to his ears. They pinched and the weight
pulled against his ears, but they glinted in the light and in the mirror looked
perfect.

"We haven't got time to pierce your ears right now but these will do for the
moment." Sam continued.

Again Billy didn't react to the implication but continued to stare at himself, or
herself.

"But I wouldn't dare to go out like this", he breathed.

"Well its either this or stark naked" replied Sam.

"What do you mean?" asked Billy slowly coming out of his reverie.

"Well while you were showering, I got rid of your old clothes"

"You did what?" shouted Billy.

"Billy, you're shouting again" continued Sam in her calmest tones. "We
talked about this already. To get you away we need to do this properly. If
you're going to pass as a girl then it's dressing full time. No back sliding!"

"But where are we going?" asked Billy, his anger changing into petulance.

"Well, I have a very good friend north of the border. We'll be safer out of
London. We'd better get going Billy. It's a long train ride to Edinburgh."

 Night Train

Sam had quickly changed, and after giving Billy a few finishing touches with
a black leather Mulberry purse and handbag and a jacket to match the skirt he
wore, they left in a cab Sam had ordered by phone. Darkness was falling as
they crossed London, moving swiftly through the streets as the rush hour
was coming to an end.

"Billy, you've got to learn a few things about how women behave and look"
Sam whispered to Billy in the back of the cab.

"Like what?"

"Well, for a start when you sit down wearing a skirt, keep your knees and
legs together.  And when you walk, take smaller steps than usual and try to
put each foot directly in front of the other one."

"I'll never get away with this." hissed Billy.

"Oh yes we will," retorted Sam, "Just watch me and try to copy what I do. If
someone speaks to you, just smile and shrug your shoulders. I'll be close by
and I'll tell them you're my friend from Slovakia and don't speak any
English."

Well I just hope we don't bump into any Slovakians, Billy thought to
himself.

The station was quiet when they arrived and Sam and Billy managed to find
the correct platform and their train without any apparent alarms. They found
their sleeper compartment and closed the door quickly behind them. They
were four berths in the compartment but Sam had booked the whole thing so
they weren't going to be disturbed. Although it was late and dark by now,
Sam pulled down the blind to give them more privacy. The train jolted once
and then began to accelerate out of the station.

"Ok, Billy, we're going to go to Edinburgh to meet an old friend of mine. I
think it's going to be safer for you to be out of London for a while. I'm sure
we haven't been followed and with your new appearance you'll be safe
enough in Edinburgh. She has a flat there and  I've called ahead and she
would love to have us stay for a while."

"But how long will I have to stay like this?" he asked so full of self pity that
Sam almost laughed out loud.

"As long as it takes, Billy. I will take care of you but you must do what I say.
If you don't I can't protect you and you know what that might mean" she
replied calmly.

Billy bit his lip and looked as if he would cry. Sam sat down next to him and
put her arm around him and drew him towards her. His head naturally fell
onto her shoulder and he felt himself relax as Sam held him close. Billy liked
the feeling of sitting there with Sam's arm around his shoulder and he felt
safe and secure in the cocoon of the compartment. As the train thundered its
way north through the London suburbs, Billy knew that his life was
changing, but little did he know just how much.

"Sam...." murmured Billy.

"Yes, Billy?"

"Thank you, Sam." He said, "for everything"

Sam hugged him tighter and said, "It's Ok, Billy, you're safe with me."

Sam began to stroke Billy's hair with her hand. She found herself drawn to
his vulnerability, to the fragility he now displayed as a girl. She continued to
stroke his hair and felt him settle closer into her side. Billy had laid both his
hands on his lap and Sam now intertwined the fingers of her free hand with
his. She turned her head towards Billy and kissed him on the cheek. Billy
responded by pressing harder into her and moving their linked hands to his
mouth he kissed her hand and sucked her fingers. Sam felt herself grow
warm and she turned her head further as Billy moved his head back and they
kissed.

Billy felt Sam's lips close on his. He could feel their lips slide over each other
and the exotic taste and sense thrilled him to the core. His tongue pushed into
Sam's mouth and fought a brief skirmish with her tongue before retreating
back into his own mouth pursued by Sam's eager advance. Sam broke away
and ran her tongue over Billy's lips and Billy moaned as he felt her tongue
slip along his lipsticked lips.

"Sam" he breathed heavily "What are you doing to me?"

"Stop me if you want." replied Sam.

Billy's response was to move his mouth to Sam's and lock his lips to hers.
Billy put his hand on Sam's thigh and immediately felt her hand move to his
nylon covered leg. Her touch on his stockinged legs felt so erotic he thought
he might cum there and then. He had never felt a sensation like it before. Her
hand moved up his thigh and pushed beneath his skirt. He was in a trance as
her hand reached the bare flesh above the stocking and he gasped aloud with
delight. His own hand now dared to move up Sam's leg and to his delight he
found that she too was wearing stockings.

They stopped kissing and Billy opened his eyes to see Sam's hazel eyes
watching him through lowered lids. Something briefly reminded him of a
bird of prey scrutinising its next victim before he felt his desire wash away
the thought. Billy's smile was blissful and Sam knew then that Billy would
refuse her nothing.

"Billy, will you do something for me?" asked Sam, still looking into Billy's
eyes. "Oh yes, Sam. Yes, anything." He breathed. Sam stood up between the
two bench seats and leant her back against the door, which she had already
locked.

"Billy, please kneel in front of me" she ordered.

Billy immediately did as Sam had asked and knelt down on the floor in front
of her. He had to hitch up his skirt to kneel comfortably and looked up into
her face and waited.

"Take off my skirt Billy."

Sam had slipped on a midi length black skirt with an elastic waist before
leaving and Billy merely had to raise his hands and gently pull down the skirt
to make it fall to the floor. Sam had also changed into an ivory silk teddy with
hold up stockings. Billy nearly fainted when he saw this, inches in front of
his eyes.

"Now lick my pussy, Billy" commanded Sam.

Billy leaned forward and undid the teddy under the crotch and slid his tongue
into Sam's now wet pussy. His hands went behind her backside to push her
harder into his face. His tongue flicked past the lips and began to dance
inside. Sam now had to brace herself against the sides of the compartment as
Billy's tongue drove into her.

"Billy, harder" she moaned.

Instead, he moved slower, his tongue massaging the moist entrance to Sam's
love canal. Sam almost shouted with frustration, her hips grinding into
Billy's face. He knew for once he had control and toyed with Sam, his
tongue darting in and out, teasing and taunting her.

"Billy, Billy, fuck me with your tongue!" she almost screamed at him.

Billy now drove back in, his tongue found her clit and he began to play with
it, his tongue swirling and rolling it around. Sam began to jerk and buck
under Billy's tonguing. She writhed as he intensified his action, sucking and
licking and twisting his tongue around inside her.

"Oh Billy, Billy, Billy fuck me, fuck me" she moaned.

Billy could feel her moment was close and pumped harder and harder, until
he felt her jerk once then twice more as her orgasm took control. Sam felt the
orgasm come from deep within her and bit her lip as the power of it washed
over her once then again.

"OOOOhhhhhh, Billy "

"OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh"

She threw her head back as the orgasm peaked and then slumped forward as
it passed. She looked down at Billy's head as he continued to lap happily at
her pussy and she gently moved his head away and drew him up from his
knees. She kissed him to savour the taste of herself on his lips and held him
tight to her.

"Did you enjoy that, Sam?" asked Billy and Sam laughed "What do you
think, Billy?"


Chapter 3


It was still dark and cold when they eventually arrived at Edinburgh's
Waverley station.  They had made up the bed in the sleeper and lain in each
other's arms, but little sleep came because of the noise of the rails. With less
than an hour to go before arriving, Sam made Billy shave with her small razor,
redid his makeup before doing her own in the large wall mounted
mirror. The train pulled into the platform and Billy and Sam stayed in the
compartment for a few minutes to let the other passengers drift away. Billy
was getting nervous and Sam tried to reassure him.

"Look, there's no need to worry. It's too early for many people to be about,
and anyway, nobody pays any attention to anybody else at stations. They're
too busy looking out for themselves."

Sam looked out of the carriage door to check the coast was clear and nodded
to Billy to follow her. He grasped his shoulder bag tight, held his breath and
walked through the door.  Sam had been right. The only people about were a
couple of drunks sleeping on a bench; a gaggle of students probably coming
home from an all night party and a few bored ScotRail staff idly checking
tickets.

As they approached the barrier Sam whispered, "remember, look up, it looks
more suspicious if you look down all the time." Billy raised his eyes from the
ground and found himself looking straight into the eyes of the ticket
inspector. The man smiled and said, "tickets, please!"

Billy fumbled in his handbag, the clasp difficult to undo in his trembling
fingers.

"Here, let me help" said Sam and opened the bag and dug out the ticket. She
handed both to the inspector and moved through the gates. The man looked
straight at Billy, smiled and said "Thank you, miss"

Billy blushed and the man smiled. "I hope you two ladies have a nice day in
Edinburgh" he said with a friendly liliting Scottish accent.

"Thank you, we will," replied Sam over her shoulder. As they moved on
they heard a low whistle of appreciation come from behind them. Sam
sniggered, "You certainly passed that test then".

At that moment they heard a female sounding voice calling out  "Sam, Sam
over here darling!"

Turning towards the sound Billy saw a tall girl with blonde hair and the most
mischievous smile he had ever seen running towards them.

"Charlie!" shouted Sam she stood with her arms outstretched. Charlie ran
straight to her and they and wrapped their arms around each other in a warm
embrace. They kissed each other on the cheeks the way women do and Billy
stood there watching the two girls embrace.  He felt a small pang of jealousy
at the obvious affection they showed for each other. The two girls held each
other tight and seemed totally oblivious of Billy's presence. Finally the
blonde girl broke their clinch and stood back a little holding Sam by the
shoulders and said, "well, my lovely Sam, let's have a good look at you."

 Billy was astonished to see Sam blush and a shy smile came over her face as
her eyes dipped towards the floor. . She said shyly, "oh, I'm alright and I
can see and hear you are, Charlie!"

Billy coughed to get some attention as he was beginning to feel cold. The thin
female clothing and the chill early morning air causing him to shiver.

 "Oh Billy, I'm so sorry, forgive me. Billy, this is Charlie, I mean,
Charlotte." Sam introduced the blonde. "And Charlotte, meet Billy"

Charlotte seemed to notice Billy for the first time and smiled broadly, "Wow,
Sam you did a great job. Billy you look gorgeous. I'm really pleased to meet
you at last."

She leant forward and kissed Billy on the cheek and Billy caught just a hint of
perfume. Charlotte took control and put her arms through Billy's and Sam's
and led them across the concourse, just three girls, arm in arm. They walked
up and out of the station to the taxi rank. Billy was surprised to see that the
taxis were the same black cabs they had in London. Billy sat between Sam
and Charlotte in the back of the cab and felt the warmth of their legs through
his skirt. Charlotte gave the driver an address and then closed the glass screen
so that their conversation would be private.  Sam and Charlie chatted to each
other just like old friends would as Billy looked out over a quiet city just
waking up. They sped past the castle, so quiet and aloof without the clamour
of the tourists who usually throng the area.

The taxi drew to a halt outside a block of flats and all three girls tumbled out.
Sam paid the driver and Charlotte opened the front door and they walked up
the worn stone spiral staircase to the first floor. Charlotte unlocked the door
to the flat and they piled in. It wasn't a large flat, but it was beautifully and
tastefully furnished. Oil paintings hung from every wall, a mixture of old and
modern, abstract and landscape. The furniture as well was a splendid mixture
of ancient heirloom and modern Scandinavian. The result was not the jumble
you might expect, but a tasteful and well judged cocktail of styles.

Charlotte went to the kitchen and called out "Tea, coffee, juice?"

Billy sank into a sofa and said, "No, thanks, just some rest"

Billy eased off his shoes and closed his eyes. Sam went to help Charlie and
Billy sat alone listening to the two girls chat excitedly in the kitchen. Billy
began to think about his situation but it got too difficult for his tired brain to
get it straight and he gave up. He listened to the chatter from the kitchen and
heard their giggling and gentle laughing as he drifted off to sleep.

How long he slept he could not tell. He came round slowly, as if coming
back from a place a long way away. He felt warm and comfortable, so he
kept his eyes closed and tried to go back to sleep. He heard voices and in that
delightful waking state somewhere between sleeping and waking he could not
tell whether he was dreaming. He could hear a girl's voice, "when are you
going to tell him?"

"When I need to, not before." he heard a second girl reply. The voice
sounded familiar to him and then the memories flooded back into his mind
like a dam bursting. Actions, sounds and feelings all jostled into his brain and
he struggled to make sense of it all. His eyes were closed, and he stretched
and was surprised to find he was lying in a bed. He felt a duvet wrapped
around him and this felt warm and cosy. He then realised there was
something else wrapped around him, something that felt smooth and silky to
his skin. He moved his legs and felt them brush against the same material. He
opened his eyes to find himself in a very feminine looking bedroom. The
curtains were pulled closed but there was daylight showing through.

Billy was now wide-awake and threw back the duvet to find that he was
wearing a nightdress. He stared down at the long pink satin nightie covering
his body and felt the material brush lightly around his privates. He sat up
immediately and felt the material pull tight around his chest. He couldn't
believe it, why was he wearing this? He heard a small giggle,and he turned
towards the door to find both Sam and Charlie standing there grinning
broadly.

"Why am I wearing this?" he blurted.

"Because I haven't got anything else for you to wear." replied Charlie smiling
ingenuously.

"Come on, Billy, stop complaining. It looks so cute on you. Especially when
you blush." Sam interrupted.

Billy could feel his face warming and he dropped his eyes away from Sam's.

"But how did I get in bed?" asked Billy.

Sam and Charlie walked across and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well you fell asleep and we put you to bed. We just put the nightie on you to
make you feel more comfortable. You wouldn't have wanted to sleep on the
chair, would you? Besides you would have creased your nice new clothes if
we hadn't undressed you" answered Sam.

She leaned over and adjusted the nightdress around Billy's shoulders, retying
the bow around the neck that had come undone. This small gesture affected
Billy strangely. It made him feel vulnerable yet safe, and he felt a rush of
affection towards Sam. He felt and obviously looked as if he might burst into
tears at any moment. Sam put her arm around his shoulder and she hugged
him close.

"Billy, now don't worry. We're here to look after you. Charlie and I"

"What am I going to do?" Billy mumbled. "I can't stay here forever."

"Billy, I feel responsible for you after what I got you into," replied Sam.
"You can stay here with Charlotte until I can sort things out down in London.
You're involved with things and people that only I can deal with."

"But why do I have to wear girl's clothes?" Billy almost wailed.

Sam turned to face him and placed her hands on his shoulders and looked
him hard in the eyes. Billy couldn't look away, even if he had wanted to.

"Listen Billy, we have to keep your identity secret until things are settled.
This has worked so far and I don't see any reason why it shouldn't continue
to work. But if you're going to pass as a girl you're going to have to live full
time as one. OK? And before you ask I don't know how long it will take."

Only now did Billy look down. He nodded. Sam thought to herself just how
easy it had been to move Billy to accepting this full time instead of as a way
of escaping. Billy was now in Sam's hands. Sam was shaping his will and
there was nothing he could do about it.

"Come on, Billy, lets eat. You must be starving." Said Charlotte.

She moved to Billy and took his hands in hers. She gently pulled him to his
feet. Billy felt the bottom of the nightdress swish around his calves as he
stood up. Charlotte held out a matching satin robe and Billy instinctively put
his arms through it. Sam tied off the belt around his waist and before he
knew what was going on, Charlotte had bent down and put his feet into a pair
of pink mules. Billy looked down and for a moment a doubt came into his
mind. Sam sensed the hesitation and stepped quickly forwards.

"Billy, you remember yesterday and what we did? There's more where that
came from." She kissed him quickly on the lips and took his arm.

Any last vestige of doubt fled Billy's mind, and he walked out of the bedroom
and into his new life. Charlotte looked at Sam and raised an enquiring
eyebrow. Sam nodded, and both girls knew that he was theirs.



Chapter 4



Billy was astonished to discover that he had slept almost from breakfast time
until dinnertime. He realised that he had also not eaten for about 24 hours and
was ravenous. Charlotte made some fresh pasta and salad and the three of
them ate hungrily. A bottle of Chardonnay was opened and drunk quickly
and another soon followed. The two girls had changed their clothes since the
morning. Charlotte was wearing a white oversized man's shirt, unbuttoned
enough to give Billy tantalising glimpses of her breasts, teamed with tight
blue jeans and what looked like cowboy boots.

Sam had put on a loose cotton tunic and trouser suit in a deep royal blue
colour that accentuated her oriental features. Billy looked at her and felt that
tug in his chest as she sipped her wine and when she laughed she showed
those wonderful white teeth. As Billy listened to the two girls talk easily and
openly to each other he felt more and more comfortable. His inhibitions
began to drop away, and he increasingly joined in the conversation, all
embarrassment about what he was wearing had fallen away. He began to
revel in the feel of the soft satin moving and caressing his skin. The feel of
the material sliding around his penis was so sensuous he was becoming
aroused just moving around in his chair.

Sam again seemed to read his mind because she stood up and moved round
the table to where he sat. She bent over and kissed him on the lips pushing
her tongue straight between his lips into his mouth. She found his tongue
with hers and drew it quickly into her mouth. She began to suck on his
tongue as if it were a tiny cock. Billy's head went back as she took control
and he felt himself melt into her embrace. It was at that moment he gave
himself to her completely. He couldn't reconcile the feelings that raged within
him, but he sensed that he would do anything to please her. Was he falling in
love with her?

Sam broke off the embrace and looked into Billy's eyes. He felt he had fallen
into a bottomless chasm as he looked into those almond eyes. He was falling
and falling and only Sam could save him. She pulled him to his feet spoke
firmly, "Billy, go to the bedroom and wait for me there. Don't take off the
nightie"

Billy swallowed but knew he would no more argue than stick pins in his
eyes. He turned and saw Charlotte watching him intently.

"Kiss Charlie goodnight, Billy" ordered Sam.

Billy obediently walked across to Charlotte and kissed her quickly and
tenderly on the lips.

"Goodnight Charlie", he almost whispered.

"Night Billy" replied Charlotte, "Have fun tonight, we have a lot to do
tomorrow"

Billy didn't know what she meant but was no longer surprised at the twist
and turns his life might now take. He walked towards the bedroom and
looked back to see Sam and Charlie exchange an embrace.

"Don't worry Billy I won't be long," said Sam.

Billy entered the bedroom and turned off the ceiling light to leave only a small
bedside light to cast a soft glow across the room. He quickly undid the robe
and laid it carefully on the chair. He turned down the duvet and sat on the
edge of the bed. He glanced towards the mirror and looked into a face he
barely knew looking back at him. His hair untied form its normal ponytail
framed his face and fell to his shoulders. He could see the top of his nightie
in the mirror and he realised with a rush that he knew this was what he
wanted. He actually wanted to wear this nightie and to serve Sam however
she wanted him.

At that moment Sam walked into the room. She had changed again. She was
now wearing a pair of pyjamas, cut from a pale cream silk that flowed around
her as she walked. She walked across to him and kissed him again, this time
flicking her tongue across his lips before nibbling his lip. She gradually
pushed him back onto the bed until he was laying full length and then she
kneeled over him. She lowered herself onto him, her backside straddling his
groin.  Sam pushed her fingers into his mouth and Billy sucked hungrily on
her fingers.

"Undo my top" she told him.

His hands reached up and fumbled with the buttons of the pyjama top. He
managed to undo the top, and it fell open revealing her breasts. She leant
forward and said "Suck my nipples Billy, I want you to suck them until I tell
you to stop."

Billy reached up and began to rub her left breast with his fingers and took the
other one into his mouth. He felt the nipple rise immediately and begun to
harden in his mouth. He rolled the nipple in his mouth and felt a tremor pass
through Sam's body.  He moved his mouth away from the breast kissing and
licking the nipple with his tongue. Her nipple was erect and he could now
take it into his mouth and suckle like a baby. He felt Sam moving against his
groin and his prick began to harden as she rubbed herself against him.

"Now the other one"

He switched his attention to the other breast, and he felt her moving faster as
he sucked the other nipple.

"OOOOhhhhhh" she moaned softly as he bit down gently onto the nipple.

"Enough" she ordered and he immediately let go of her breast. She moved
her arms backwards and slipped the silk top off. Billy watched as her breasts
moved and swayed in front of his eyes. She looked down on him and smiled.

"You like this now, don't you Billy?"

"Yes, oh yes" he said.

"No, I mean you like wearing that nightie don't you?"

As she said this she began to rub her hands over his chest until she found his
nipples. He felt her touch his nipples through the satin of the nightdress and
he realised his nipples were responding too. They seemed to be so sensitive
rubbing against the satin and like Sam's they too began to harden. He had
never felt this sensuous before and he began to squirm and wriggle under her
fingers.

"Oh yes Sam, I love this..please don't stop. Do it harder."

Sam smiled and began to use her nails to tighten her grip on his nipples and
she was rewarded with gasps from Billy as he felt the pain shoot through
him.

"OOOOhhhhh, that's so good."

Sam could feel his cock rubbing hard against her pussy through the silk, and
she eased aside to stop taking him too far. She moved down his body
and pushed her hands up under the bottom of his nightdress. She ran her
fingers up his legs beneath the satin until she reached his thighs. Billy was
now writhing beneath her and she lifted the nightdress until she could see his
cock standing erect, its tip red and glistening in the light.

She reached out her hand and ran her fingernails up and down his shaft. His
cock jumped at her touch and Billy let out a another low moan. She cupped
his balls in one hand and reached up under the nightdress to continue her
assault on his nipples. Billy felt her fingernails as she took his balls in her
hand and shuddered as she pinched his nipple again.

One hand moved up and down his shaft as she bent over to kiss the tip of his
cock. She wrapped her lips around the head and begun to lick, her hand still
caressing its length. Gradually she took more and more into her mouth and
her tongue swirled around until she had taken the entire length. Sam moved
her hands back to cup his balls and scraped her nails over them. Billy bucked
as if he had been slapped and yelped as the delicious pain struck through him.

Billy felt her hand slide underneath him and then suddenly felt something
probing the entrance to his asshole. He started to say something but at that
moment Sam's fingernails tightened against his balls and he just moaned.
Sam let Billy's cock slip from her mouth but her fingernails still imprisoned
his balls. She reached to the bedside table and took from the drawer a small
thin dildo.

"Turn over," she ordered.

A little pressure from her nails on his balls persuaded Billy to do as he was
told. He rolled over so that his backside was in the air. Sam positioned
herself on her knees behind him and gently teased Billy's entrance with the
tip of the dildo. He now realised what was in her mind and nervously
whimpered, "No, please don't Sam"

"Ssshh, Billy, I won't hurt you, I promise," she replied, now massaging his
cock.

Billy felt the hardness of the dildo as Sam began to press it into his
opening. He tensed in alarm and she said tenderly, "Relax, Billy, it won't
hurt if you relax, baby."

She continued to stroke his penis and Billy tried to relax as Sam slowly
moved the dildo rhythmically in and out, pushing it deeper and deeper each
time. Billy felt a pain as it entered his anus, but it wasn't as bad as he had
feared. The pain subsided as Sam gently probed deeper and deeper. Billy
began to move his hips back against the dildo and he felt he was being filled
completely by it. Sam could feel Billy's penis thicken even more as he began
to feel the stimulation from the dildo. Sam smiled happily.... he was now
truly hers.

There'll be another time for this she thought and eased the dildo out, her own
desire now rising quickly. She slid her pyjamas down her legs and kicked
them off. Returning to the bed she made Billy roll onto his back and she
straddled him, quickly sliding his cock into her pussy. This time she wanted
it hard and fast and began to ride Billy like a horse.

"Fuck me, fuck me Billy," she shouted.

Billy needed no orders this time and was pushing up as she ground down on
him. Sam was riding him hard now, giving no mercy as she bounced up and
down on top of him. Billy kept up with her, his own lust driving him faster
and faster. Sam was screaming now "Faster, faster".

He opened his eyes to see her breasts shaking in front of him and he grabbed
them to give Sam's nipples some of the treatment she had given him. This
just drove Sam on, grinding harder and harder onto him. She felt her orgasm
building and kept pounding away at Billy.

"Billy, I'm cumming " she screamed. "Ohhhh yes,yes,yes"

Billy responded and he could feel the pressure building in his balls and then
suddenly he was there pumping his cum into Sam.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me Sam fuck me Sam" Sam heard him shout.

Even as she was cumming she knew the reversal was complete. Billy had
crossed the threshold and there was no going back.

 Parting

Sam had held Billy until he fell asleep. She watched him tenderly as he slept,
her arms around him, comforting and protecting him. She felt no regrets at
what she had done to him. What was done was done. Sam hadn't expected to
feel this for Billy though and it was certainly complicating matters. She knew
that more difficult times lay ahead for both of them. She kissed him quickly,
then laid her head against his shoulder and slipped off to sleep herself.

Billy woke to the sound of voices from outside the bedroom. He got out of
bed and headed towards the sounds, just remembering to put on the robe
before he left the bedroom. It was strange he thought, "I don't even feel
embarrassed about wearing these clothes now". It seemed so natural now to
wear them to please Sam and to please himself, he realised.

"Good morning, what's going on?" he asked as he entered the kitchen.

Both girls were sat at the table, wearing towelling robes and drinking coffee.

"Good morning Billie" said Sam who seemed distracted.

"Morning, sweetheart" said Charlotte, smiling at him. But Billy had the
impression that they had been arguing before he came in.

"There's some fresh coffee in the machine and juice if you want it" Charlotte
continued.

Billy poured himself some coffee and sat down.

"Billie", said Sam "I have to leave for a while. There's some things that I
have to sort out in London."

Billy's heart dropped like a stone as he took in what Sam had said.

"But why?" he almost pouted as he asked the question.

"Billie, if we're going to get you safely out of this I can't do it from here. I
have to go back to London."

Billy felt the pinprick of tears in his eyes as he slumped down in his chair.
Sam leant over and kissed his forehead. "Don't worry Billie, Charlie here
will look after you and I know it won't be for very long"

"Come on we'll have a great time up here Billie" chipped in Charlotte "I've
got so much planned for us girls"

Billy looked up at Sam and said "But will we be all right up here? Will you
call us when it's safe?"

Sam glanced at Charlotte but it was Charlotte who replied, "We'll be in touch
every night with Sam"

"How?"

"In the chat room of course" Sam laughed. "Remember? It seems such a long
time ago now"

"When will you go?" asked Billy

"I'll get the 10 o'clock to Kings Cross" she said, "So I'll have to go soon"

Sam busied herself putting a few clothes and some makeup into a bag. Billy
watched with apprehension until all too soon she was ready to leave.  Sam
stood at the door waiting for the taxi and Billy went across to her and hugged
her. His face lay on her shoulder and she stroked his hair.

"Sam, you know I love you, don't you" he whispered.

"Yes, I do, Billie. And I love you too." She replied and Billy's heart
fluttered.

They kissed passionately and lovingly one more time, then the taxi was there
and in a flurry of "bye"s and "see you"s, she was gone.

Cleo   Charlotte was determined to keep Billy from moping so after she had
organised him to tidy and wash up the breakfast things, Charlotte sat him
down on one of the modern leather sofas.

"I've got a couple of nice surprises for you Billie", she said. "If you're going
to be living here for a while you'll need some new clothes. You'll fit some of
mine for today, but you're going to need your own clothes so we're going to
go shopping this afternoon."

Billy shook his head. "No, I can't do that. I'd be spotted. I would be caught
straight away." Hysteria began to rise in his voice.

"No you won't Billie. You might be spotted as you are now, but that's the
other surprise. I've got a friend of mine who is coming over this morning to
give you a makeover. The works. Hair, nails and makeup. When she's
finished with you my girl, you won't even recognise yourself."

Billy felt all the despair and fear he had suppressed while Sam was there well
up from inside. He held his head in his hands and began to cry. He sobbed
quietly for a few seconds and then looked up to Charlotte and blurted out, "I
can't get away with this Charlie, I know I can't."

Charlotte moved to his side on the sofa and put her arm around him.  She let
him lay his head on her shoulder and she stroked his head gently.

"There, there Billie, don't worry. I'm here to look after you and Sam will be
taking care of things in London. It'll all be better soon. You'll see"

"But I can't go on like this, dressed as a girl. I just can't do it Charlie"

"Well, Billie the way I see it you haven't got much choice. You've made a
good start already, you haven't been sussed yet have you?"

"Charlie, but why do I have to wear girls clothes now I'm up here. It was
OK to get away from London, but I want to wear guys clothes now. We're
safe up here." Billy was determined to make a stand.

"Oh, you think so do you?"

"Well, yes. We weren't followed up here and no-one knows me here so why
can't I go back to being a boy?"

"Billie, Sam made me swear not to tell you this, but under the circumstances I
have no choice."

"What?" Billy's heart began to sink.

"There's a reason for Sam getting back to London so quickly. Last night
when you and Sam were on the way up here, the Tropicana was
firebombed." Charlotte was grim faced.

"Oh, my God, no" Billy sat down hard. "Was anyone hurt? Bernice?"

"No, she's alright and no-one else was hurt. Bernice had just closed the club
and was getting into her car when a van drove past the club and a couple of
firebombs were thrown through the windows. The place went up like a torch.
It's gutted according to Bernice."

"But, Sam will she be alright?" Billy began to tremble.

"She thinks it's a warning. If they had wanted to do something worse they
could have done it while it was open. Sam's tough, Billie. She's had to deal
with the Triads and the Yardies so she's used to trouble."

"But what can she do?"

"Sam's got a lot of contacts, she says she can cut a deal, but she has to tread
carefully. There are a lot of powerful people involved. So you see, I don't
think we can take any chances, Billie"

"No. I suppose not. But shopping, hair do, nails. I don't know that I can do
this Charlie"

"Billie, I know you can. You can do it. I've seen how you like to wear that
nightdress and robe. I've seen how you hold yourself. Just like a girl. I've
seen how you look at yourself in the mirror. Billie, I think you not only can
do this, you want to do it".  She finished, her voice firmer now, authority
replacing the tenderness of a few minutes earlier.

Charlotte had touched the memory that Billy had been trying to bury. His face
burned as he remembered how he had felt those times when he had stolen
into his sister's bedroom and opened her wardrobe. She had been a couple of
years older than him and her clothes had been almost the right size for him to
wear. He could remember the thrill of exploring her clothes, of running his
hands through her pretty underwear. He could still remember the tension in
his chest the first time he buried his face in her panties and stroked her
nightdresses.

He remembered how dizzy he felt the first time he pulled his sisters knickers
over his legs and up his thighs. His penis reacted immediately, growing hard
and firm as Billy felt the soft material close tight around him. He was almost
fainting with excitement as he masturbated, watching himself in the bedroom
mirror as his penis emerged from the lace of the panties. He still remembered
the tight embrace of his sister's panties around his balls as he worked his
hand up and down his cock until he came in a head spinning flood of cum.

There were many times to follow that first one. He crept into his sister's
room as often as he dared to wear her panties, her bras and her dresses. Once
he wore a suspender belt and stockings he found tucked into the back of her
dresser, where she thought their mother would not find them. Billy could
recall exactly the feeling as the fine nylon slipped over his legs and how his
legs rubbed against each other as he walked. As Charlotte looked into his
deepest thoughts Billy could remember that delicious mixture of desire and
fear of discovery. Well now he had been discovered.

Charlotte smiled as she watched Billy blush and she knew she had been right.
He did want this. She moved quickly to take advantage of his discomfort.
She led him into her bedroom and opened her wardrobe. Selecting a beautiful
pale lemon cotton dress with white piping, she held it up against Billy.

"Mmmm perfect." She exclaimed.

"Now what to go underneath?  Ah, this is it" she had pulled open one of the
drawers to pick up what turned out to be a white teddie. Billy could see a lace
panel at the front running in a vee from the gusset to the top and lace
trimming everywhere. He had never seen anything so beautiful. Before he
knew it Charlotte was pulling off the robe and tugging at the hem of the
nightdress to take it up over his head.

Billy blushed again as he stood naked in front of Charlotte and his penis
began to grow visibly. Charlotte looked down and laughed, gave his penis a
quick squeeze, kissed him and whispered, "we might have to do something
with that later"

Billy frankly couldn't keep up with what was happening and let Charlotte get
on with it. She held open the top of the teddie and Billy numbly stepped into
it. Charlotte eased the teddie slowly up his legs until he felt the silk close
around his groin. He closed his eyes as he felt Charlotte slide the material up
and over his chest and slipped his arms through the thin straps of the
garment. He could feel the silk against his nipples and sensed them harden at
the touch of the sensuous material.

Charlotte stepped back and admired her handiwork. She adjusted the straps to
give a slightly better fit and then picked up the dress. She bunched it in her
hands and dropped it over Billy's head and shoulders. The cotton was so soft
as it slid down, Billy shivered. The hem came to just below Billy's knees and
he could feel it brushing against his calves. The dress buttoned up the front
and Charlotte swiftly did up the buttons and pulled the dress straight.

"Wow, you were made for this," said Charlotte with a low whistle. "Wait a
sec, one last thing" She pulled open another drawer and selected a small silk
patterned scarf which she used to tie Billy's hair into a ponytail.

Billy finally moved and turned slowly on the spot, holding out the sides of
the dress.

"You look lovely, sweetheart" said Charlotte.

Billy glowed with pride at the remark. Truth be told he thought, I feel lovely
in this.

"Come on" said Charlotte "we've got time for a coffee before your next treat"

Billy and Charlotte sat in the kitchen drinking freshly brewed coffee and Billy
marvelled at how natural it felt to be wearing this dress. None of the tight,
constricting feeling of his old masculine clothing, Just a sense of freedom and
liberation, of light and air, of femininity.

The doorbell jangled and Charlotte went to answer it, "Prepare yourself for
Cleo, she's quite an act," she said over her shoulder.

Cleo burst into the room like a sudden summer storm. She carried a big black
holdall over her shoulder and huge black Dior sunglasses that covered half
her face.  Her large lips were painted ruby red and were fixed in an enormous
grin. She exuded energy and strength, and Billy was bowled over by her.

"Hi, you must be Billie. I'm Cleo"

"Hello" Billy replied almost shyly in the face of Cleo's exuberance. She
kissed Billy quickly on both cheeks and Billy caught the scent of her
perfume.

"Mmm that smells nice, what is it?" Billy amazed himself by asking. He had
never before thought of what perfume girls wore.

"Paloma. Want to try it?" Cleo took out a small bottle and sprayed it into the
inside of Billy's wrist. She rubbed it once or twice then held his wrist up for
him to sniff.

"Do you like it?" Cleo asked.

"Yes, it's lovely" replied Billy. The scent filled his head with images of warm
summer evenings.

"Keep it, then. A little gift from me."

"No I couldn't..." Billy tried to say but Cleo had already swept on towards
Charlotte.

Cleo and Charlotte embraced and Billy could see Charlotte's eyes glinting
with pleasure as the two kissed.

Cleo was wearing a tight pair of white jeans and a simple white embroidered
cotton shirt. Short sleeved, it was cut short enough to hang outside her jeans
to show a tanned and taut stomach. Her navel was pierced with a small silver
ring that glinted in the light. She wore a pair of brown leather sandals on her
feet and her toenails were painted a dark blue colour to match her long tapered
fingernails. Her blonde hair cascaded down around her face and onto her
shoulders. She was forever pushing her hand up and through her hair. A
gesture Billy found incredibly arousing.

Cleo put down her bag and stood in front of Billy. She then undid the ribbon
that Charlotte had tied in earlier to hold his hair in a ponytail.

Let's see what the damage is then" she muttered.

"Tsk", she almost hissed as she ran her fingers through Billy's hair and
teased it out around his head, "whoever cut this needs to be shot"

"Don't worry, Billy", said Charlotte smiling broadly, "She always says that.
Cleo's just a prima donna."

To Cleo she said, "Cleo, I know you're an artist, but please make this a good
one. For me?"

Charlotte smiled so sweetly, Billy could see Cleo almost melt and he
wondered briefly about the relationship between the two girls.

"Charlotte, would you really expect anything else?"  Cleo said, trying
unsuccessfully to be sarcastic.

Cleo turned back to Billy's hair and continued teasing it out and playing with
styles. Billy had always worn his hair long; working in computing it was
almost expected that he would be slightly weird anyway. He always tried to
keep it clean and had usually worn it tied back in a ponytail and apart from
having it trimmed occasionally he had not bothered with it much.

"MMMmm well, it's in reasonable condition, I suppose, but these ends are in
a terrible state." Cleo sniffed. "But, first we need shampoo and conditioner,
and then I can give you the attention you deserve."

"Billie, can you go into the bathroom and wash your hair please?  The
shampoo and conditioner is in there. Just wrap a towel around your hair
when you're finished," said Charlotte who briskly organised Billy and then
turned to whisper something to Cleo, who broke into a broad grin.

Billy walked into the bathroom and took off the dress and the teddie he had
put on earlier. He stood under the shower and let the warm rush of water
sluice over him. He had always loved this feeling and would often stay under
the shower until the water ran cold. He washed and then conditioned his hair
using the perfumed shampoo and conditioner as Charlotte had ordered.
Quickly the bathroom became full of steam and the heady smell of the
shampoo and conditioner. Billy finished and towelled himself dry. He
realised he had begun to like how smooth his skin felt and how the soft,
heavy towelling robe seemed to soothe his body. Billy took a towel from the
cupboard and tried to wrap it around his head like a turban in the way he had
seen some women do. Somehow he managed to get the towel to stay put and
walked back into the bedroom.

Charlotte and Cleo took one look and almost collapsed with a fit of giggles.

"Billie, you've got a lot to learn, " said Charlotte, a huge smile across her
face.

"Ok, Ok, there's no need to burst a blood vessel," Billy responded sulkily.

"Come on, Billie," said Cleo, her eyes dancing with laughter "Pay no
attention to her, sit down and let me get to work."

Cleo had placed one of the bedroom chairs in such a way that Billy could not
see himself in any of the mirrors in the room. She had laid out her things on
the dressing table and as soon as Billy had sat down Cleo started to work on
Billy's hair. Billy now realised that he had been deliberately placed so that he
could not see what was going on. Charlotte lounged on the bed watching
Cleo work, catching Billy's eye from time to time and nodding in approval.

"What are you going to do?" asked Billy rather nervously.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm going to make you look so good you won't
believe it"

Although that didn't make things any clearer, Cleo's confidence put Billy
somewhat at ease. Charlotte and Cleo kept up a constant stream of chat as
Cleo worked. Billy's mind began to drift as he sat there, moving his head
occasionally as Cleo asked. He could feel her fingers in his hair and the snip
of her scissors. The sound of the scissors and the softness of the girls' voices
was almost hypnotic, and Billy's mind roved across the last three days
adventures. He still couldn't quite believe that this was happening, and that
he would wake up soon and find this had been a dream.

The sound of a hair dryer being switched on brought him sharply back to
reality and Cleo began to blow-dry his hair.

"I've kept the cut quite simple, so all you'll need to do is blow-dry it into
shape." She said over the sound of the dryer.

A few minutes later and she had finished and Billy, now quite bored, asked,
"Can I see it now?"

"Oh no" replied Cleo, "I've got some other treats first!"

She moved round in front of Billy and laid a tray across his lap.

"Put your hands flat out" she said.

Cleo took one of his hands and started to prepare his nails for the packet of
false nails that he could now see clearly. Billy's eyes stared at them in horror.

"You can't be serious, I can't wear them, they're enormous," He wailed
picking one up and then quickly put it back as Charlotte's voice boomed.

"Billie! Remember what we said!"

"Charlotte, do I have to?" He wailed. "My nails are quite long, maybe just
some shaping and polish?"

Billy could see that look on Charlotte's face that she meant business and
could see her own decorated talons He just shut up and let Cleo get on with
it. The nails were only about 3/4" long, but to Billy's eyes they looked like
talons.

"I use a special professional nail and I like to use a special fixing agent that
prevents any coming astray at embarrassing moments," said Cleo as she first
sized the thumbnail and then attached it using the heat from the hair dryer to
hasten the curing process.

Cleo quickly finished one hand and Billy spread his fingers wide in front of
him.

"How do you do anything in these?" he murmured, already fascinated by the
effect.

"Billie, you'll soon get used to them." Said Cleo, "Girls have no problems
managing with them"

The other hand soon followed and Billy thought his ordeal was over. He
made to stand up but Cleo pushed him back down. She grabbed a bottle of
dark brown polish and quickly and expertly applied two coats onto his new
nails. Billy looked in astonishment as she quickly painted his toenails to
match.

"Good, just one treat left," she said as she put the bottle away.

Cleo gently moved the hair away from his ears and Billy felt her spray
something onto each ear in turn.

"What's that?" he asked.

"SShh" said Cleo, "All over soon, sweetheart"

All Billy felt was a little tug at his ear and then he realised that she had pierced
his ears. Not once but twice.

"I've put gold sleeper studs in for now Billie, but you'll soon be able to wear
proper earrings." She said.

Billy sat there, half scared and half excited to see what Cleo had done to him.
Cleo moved another chair in front of him and opened up a makeup case that
she had taken from her holdall. She began to work on Billy's face with the
speed and confidence of a professional.

"Do you do this for a living?" asked Billy.

"MMM yes", she replied, not taking her eyes from Billy's face. "I have my
own salon in town. Next time you can come to see me there"

Billy thrilled at the thought. He was getting used to the attention he was
receiving and began to lap it up.

"I bet you don't get many guys to do this for, though" he replied.

Both girls laughed at this remark and Cleo said, "Well that's where you're
wrong Billie, more guys than you would think like this treatment. Though I
must say not many end up looking as good as you do, even if I say so
myself. You have such a pretty face, it's a pleasure to do this."

Saying this she leant forward quickly and kissed him on the lips.

"Cleo!", barked Charlotte, "keep your mind on the job"

"Oh, sorry I'm sure" laughed Cleo, and winked at Billy.

Billy laughed too and even Charlotte joined in. It wasn't many minutes before
Cleo had finished, and both girls stood in front of Billy to admire Cleo's
work. Charlotte stood just behind Cleo and looped her arms around the
smaller girl's shoulders in an affectionate hug. Cleo looked back and smiled
at Charlotte, "Well what do you think?"

"Cleo, you are a true artist!" and squeezed her shoulders.

Billy could see Cleo blush even, under the tan. "What else did you expect?"
she said, but he could see she was pleased.

"Ok, when are you two witches going to let me see too?"

"Oh, I think she's ready to be revealed don't you? Cleo?" replied Charlotte.

Cleo nodded and Charlotte then opened the wardrobe door to reveal a full-
length mirror. The door swept back to the point where Billy could see himself
in it. He froze. There was someone sitting there looking back at him, but it
wasn't him. A girl sat there looking straight into his eyes. Billy shook his
head as if to clear it and the girl shook her head too. Her lips were a sultry
brown colour and were full and pouty. The eye make was expertly blended
and subtly applied. His eyelashes were long and dark and felt heavy as he
blinked.  His nose looked smaller and his face was red and blushing.

Billy watched as he moved his hand to touch his face and saw the girl touch
hers with her long shapely fingernails. He shook his head again and the girl's
hair moved like liquid in the mirror.  This is too weird thought Billy, and then
with a stunning shock he realised that the gorgeous creature was him.

"What do you think, Billie?" Charlotte's voice seemed to come from faraway.

"It's incredible" he managed to say.

He couldn't break his gaze away from the image in the mirror. His hair had
been cut to shoulder length and shaped into a simple and classic bob with a
fringe that framed his face. The two gold studs in each ear reflected in the
light. The makeup was again simple but seemed to transform his whole face.
The whole effect made his face look smaller and rounder. His nose was less
prominent, his jaw softer, his lips fuller and his cheekbones higher. But the
crowning glory was his eyes. They had become so much larger, and the soft
and subtle eye shadow, mascara and liner worked together to make his eyes
so alluring.

Charlotte stood behind Billy and held his shoulders as they both gazed at
the mirror.

"I told you she was good, didn't I?"

"Oh yes, yes", said Billy dreamily, unable to take his eyes off his reflection
in the mirror.

"Come on then, when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping",
Charlotte clapped her hands together and jumped into the air. Billy was still in
a daze but let the girls propel him into Charlotte's bedroom. Cleo and
Charlotte decided to change their own clothes and quickly stripped. Charlotte
down to her bra and panties and Cleo kept only her white jeans on..

"Well, Billie, if we're like this then I think you should be too," giggled
Charlotte. She rummaged in one of the dressing table drawers and came up
with a beautiful lace bra and panty set with a matching suspender belt. They
removed the robe that Billy had been wearing and helped him to put on the
lingerie as he could not yet manage to cope with his new fingernails. Billy
wasn't complaining much as the two girls' hands and fingers roamed over his
body and Billy felt that both girls were enjoying teasing him as one pulled the
panties up his legs and the other fitted the bra onto him. Cleo clipped the
suspender belt into place around his waist and Charlotte rolled navy blue
stockings up his legs and fastened them to the belt.

Standing there almost helpless as the girls touched and teased him, the
inevitable happened and Billy's cock began to swell and push out the silk
panties. Cleo noticed first and gave him a squeeze through his panties.

"Cleo!" Charlotte said in an exasperated tone of voice, "I've already warned
you once, keep your hands to yourself"

"But she's so pretty now" Cleo said and gave Billy one more squeeze.

"Come on let's get going and have some lunch as well" continued Charlotte
ignoring Cleo as you would a slightly naughty child.

"But who's going to pay? I've got no money," said Billy. This was a
problem that had been worrying Billy for some time now.

"Don't worry, Billie. Sam's made arrangements and there's no problem.
Believe me." Charlotte said firmly.

Billy guessed this meant he wasn't going to get any money to use himself. A
good way to keep him there, he thought wryly. It was ironic really, he
mused, he'd never really thought about getting away, such was Sam's
dominance over his life now.

Cleo and Charlotte eventually chose their outfits whilst Billy sat and watched
them both. Charlotte wore a pair of black leather trousers and her trademark white
man's shirt and Cleo chose a bright red cotton dress. They took their time
choosing something for Billy and in the end they laid out for him a burgundy
calf length skirt and matching jacket together with a white blouse. He stepped
into a pair of strappy sandals with a small 2" heel and was ready to go.


Chapter 5

They had to take a taxi into the town centre and on the way, Charlotte and
Cleo reassured him that he would be OK, but Billy was still terrified that he
would be found out.

Cleo said, "Look, everyone else is too worried about themselves to pay too
much attention to you. Mark my words."

"The only thing is don't say too much, your voice will be a giveaway until
we've worked on that a bit. But above all, act confident. It puts people on the
back foot and they don't start noticing the little things." added Charlotte with
a voice of experience.

They had lunch together in a small wine bar somewhere in the city centre. It
wasn't too crowded and Billy guessed they had chosen it to let him get used
to being dressed. Billy did begin to feel more relaxed as the lunch went on. A
couple of glasses of wine helped him to settle down, and he even began to
enjoy himself a little.

The rest of the afternoon they spent shopping. Billy had never really
understood how girls could put so much energy into going shopping. Cleo
and Charlotte careered from shop to shop the length of Prince's Street,
picking out clothes for themselves and Billy at an outrageous pace. Billy
stayed mostly in the background, still unsure of himself in such temples of
femininity. The two girls would hold up clothes against him for colour and
fit. Billy felt they were two small girls dressing their favourite doll.

Only in one place did Billy get discovered. They had collected so many bags
of lingerie, dresses and blouses, makeup and accessories that they were
staggering under the weight of all the bags.

"Shoes!" shouted Cleo, suddenly. "We've forgotten shoes."

Billy groaned. He didn't think he could stand another shop.

"Do we have to?" he complained.

"Yes, darling, shoes are a girl's crowning glory. You can't wear those sandals
forever."

"Why not? They're really comfortable"

"Oh shut up, you'll love it. Come on"

They found an exclusive shoe shop close by and burst in with all their bags,
laughing and giggling. The sales girl was young and very pretty.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh yes, you could indeed," purred Cleo. Billy noticed Charlotte kick her
leg.

"We'd like to see some shoes for my friend here," Charlotte gestured in
Billy's direction.

"Did you have any styles in mind?"

"Well, we need to see some formal styles, some boots and something casual,
mules I think would do well" replied Charlotte.

"What size are you?"

There was an awkward silence as Billy realised he didn't have a clue what
women's shoe size he would be. Cleo came to the rescue.

"Why don't you measure her to make sure we get the right size."

Billy could see the assistant glancing curiously at them all, trying to work out
what was going on. She came back with the foot measure.

"Could you slip your sandals off please?"

Billy bent over and with difficulty undid the straps with his long nails. He
removed both shoes and placed his feet on the measuring board. The girl
made him stand up, and she carefully measured his feet. As she finished, she
stood and looked Billy straight in the eye. They held eye contact for only a
fraction of a second, but long enough for Billy to realise she knew who, or
rather what, he was.

He sat down heavily, expecting her to say something, but she only smiled
and said sweetly, Ah a size eight medium width fitting, is there anything
you've seen that you like?"

"Oh yes, one thing in particular" Cleo butted in.

"Cleo, shut up!" ordered Charlotte.

"I meant some shoes" the girl spoke to Cleo but kept her eyes fixed on Billy's
face and eyes.

"I didn't" muttered Cleo, low enough so that only Billy heard.

Charlotte looked from the girl to Billy and back again, a look of concern on
her face.

"Yes, I think I'd like to try those on first," Billy said in a hesitant voice,
pointing to a pair of strappy wedge shoes with a one inch thick sole and
clunky 4" heel on a nearby display. Charlotte released the breath she had been
holding in a low whistle as the girl went to fetch the shoes.

"I think you've made a new friend, Billie" Charlotte said under her breath to
Billy. "Be careful or you'll make Cleo very jealous"

Billy smiled, suddenly feeling at ease with himself and his new situation. The
girl returned with armloads of boxes, and put them down at Billy's feet.

"My name's Lucy, by the way. What's yours?"

"Billie"

"That's a nice name, I know a boy called Billy too" said Lucy.

"Oh, I suppose if I'd been a boy, mine might have been Bill too. My dad did
always want a son."

Billy nearly laughed as he saw Cleo's mouth drop open at this exchange.

"Oh well, I guess we can't all be who we want," said Lucy.

She knelt at Billy's feet to begin fitting the shoes.  She held a shoe in one
hand and used the other to help Billy slip his foot into the shoe. The touch of
her fingers on Billy's ankle made him shiver with delight. He didn't know
for certain but Lucy seemed to be touching his feet and ankles a little more
than was strictly necessary to fit the shoes. She stroked his ankle as she did
up the strap on the shoe and looked up at him and said , "how does that feel,
Billie?"

"That feels lovely Lucy" breathed Billy, as he returned from walking up and
down the shop. The extra height causing Billie some problems.

"Do you want to try something else?"

"Yes, I'd like to do that again, please," Billy was now enjoying this
enormously.

"Maybe we can try some boots on next" suggested Lucy with a smile playing
round her lips.

Lucy produced from one of the boxes a pair of beautiful calf length leather
high heeled boots and again knelt in front of Billy. She removed the shoes
and again her fingers dwelt on his feet and ankles. She took a boot and gently
slid it onto his foot and up his calf. Her fingers caressed his lower leg
through the nylon of his stocking and as she slowly drew up the zip Lucy
moved aside the hem of Billy's skirt. She then looked him in the eye and
smiled at him as her fingers brushed against the back of his knee. Billy found
himself growing hard as Lucy repeated the action with the other boot.

"Try walking in them, Billie," Lucy suggested.

"Oh no, they're fine" Billy knew he couldn't stand up at that moment.

"Come on Billie," Cleo joined in, "Let's see you up"

Billy blushed furiously at this and glared at Cleo who just smiled sweetly
back.

"Ok Lucy we'll take them as Billie seems to like them" Charlotte came to the
rescue again. "and we'll quickly look at some others please Lucy"

Billy tried on several other styles and eventually they bought a half dozen
pairs. As they left the shop Charlotte said "Thank you Lucy, you've been
very sweet."

"It's been my pleasure," she replied looking straight at Billy.

As Billy passed her she bent her head towards him and kissed him quickly on
the cheek, "I think you look beautiful, Billie" she whispered.

It wasn't until he got back to the flat and unpacked the shoes that he found a
slip of paper with a handwritten message with a telephone number: "Billie if
you ever need a friend, call me. Love Lucy"


Chapter 6


A few nights later, Billy had gone to bed early complaining of a splitting
headache, but had found it hard to get to sleep. He finally decided to take a
painkiller and headed off to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Billy was on
the way back when he heard the giggling coming from the living room. He
was almost past the door when he noticed it was still open. He was about to
close the door and go back to his room when he clearly heard Cleo's voice.

"Charlie, shh, you'll wake Billie"

"Oh don't worry, she's fast asleep now."

Billy's ears pricked at the sound of his name and he stopped dead. He stood
behind the door and wondered what more he might hear.

"Cleo, shut up and kiss me again" Charlotte's voice was unmistakable.

Billy had long suspected they were lovers, but it was still a shock to realise it
was true.

"Not unless you promise to let me have first go at Billie." Billy almost
choked as he heard Cleo say this.

"No way, Cleo, Sam'd have your guts if you did that. You know how she
feels about Billie. Besides there's only one thing Billie's got that I haven't,
remember?"

Cleo laughed; a big, throaty laugh full of the promise of things to come.

"Yea, I remember. There was a time though...."

The sentence wasn't finished and Billy risked looking through the gap in the
door to see what was going on.  His eyes widened, and he had to stifle a gasp
at what he saw. He could see one end of the sofa lit by the flickering TV and
the candles that Charlotte always had alight in the evening. He could just see
the top half of Charlotte lying full out on the sofa, her shirt unbuttoned
revealing her breasts with her nipples firm and aroused. Her head was
thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open in obvious ecstasy. Billy moved
his head slightly to see what was causing her to look like this.

He saw that Charlotte's jeans and knickers had been pushed down her thighs
and there, right between her thighs with her head bobbing vigorously was
Cleo's unmistakable blonde hair. Billy was now riveted to the spot. He could
hear Charlotte moaning as Cleo moved a hand up to fondle a breast as she
continued to lap in between Charlotte's thighs.

"Oohhh yes, yes Cleo deeper, deeper" he heard Charlotte whisper and saw
Cleo briefly stop and look up at Charlotte, her lips and chin glistening in the
pale light. Billy felt himself growing hard with excitement and he began to
stroke his stiffening member through the cool silk of the nightdress he was
wearing. His breathing began to quicken as he watched Charlotte writhing
under the influence of Cleo's tongue.

"Please Cleo, now I want you now" Charlotte's voice was hoarse with
desire. Cleo still had on her white jeans and a tight white T-shirt and she
stood up from the sofa and quickly pulled the shirt off to reveal her lace
encased breasts. She had turned so that her back was to Billy's line of sight.
Charlotte was now watching Cleo intently, and had put her hands behind her
head as Cleo began to slide her jeans down her thighs. Billy could see the
curves of Cleo's gorgeous body reflecting the light from the TV.

Cleo kicked off the jeans and paused briefly and Billy saw the desire in
Charlotte's eyes as she waited for the strip tease to finish. Cleo hooked her
thumbs into the top of her panties and eased them down her thighs and down
her legs. As the panties fell to the floor Billy was still watching Charlotte's
face and saw her lick her lips as Cleo stepped out of the panties. Cleo turned
slightly and paused briefly as she looked down on Charlotte. Billy followed
Charlotte's eyes as she looked at Cleo and there, protruding rigidly from
Cleo's groin was a smooth and erect 6" cock.

Billy jumped back in surprise and lay back against the wall. It couldn't have
been. It must have been a trick of the light, surely. He edged back to the door
and looked once more into the room. Cleo was now lying fully on top of
Charlotte, her hips pumping backwards and forwards. Charlotte's legs were
wrapped around Cleo's waist and she was grinding her hips in time with
Cleo's thrusts. Charlotte was beginning to grunt and groan as Cleo continued
her assault on top of the bigger girl.

"Oohh, Cleo, baby, more, more" Charlotte demanded from Cleo.

Cleo pounded her harder and harder and Cleo was obviously close to the
edge.

"OOOOOOOhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming now, fuck me, fuck me
now"

"Yes, yes, me toooooooo" Cleo spoke for the first time.

The two girls convulsed together but Cleo kept driving into Charlotte for a
few extra seconds until she was spent and collapsed on top of her. Billy
stood there and realised he had not taken a breath for what seemed an age. He
watched as Cleo moved off Charlotte and Billy's eyes widened as he saw that
he hadn't been wrong. Cleo kneeled over Charlotte and her hips towards
Charlotte's mouth. He watched as Charlotte opened her lips and began to lick
the muscular cock that still sprouted from Cleo's groin. Charlotte's lips
closed around the still rigid pole and she used her tongue to clean Cleo's
cock.

Billy at last broke away from the scene and his mind reeled as he stumbled
back to his room. Billy had heard about she-males, but never for a moment
had he guessed about Cleo. He realised though that all the time Cleo was with
him he had never seen her without her jeans or trousers. But she was so soft
and feminine. How could he have guessed? Back in his room he lay in bed
and closed his eyes, but the scene he had witnessed was carved into his
memory. He could not rid himself of that vivid picture of Cleo standing over
Charlotte, her cock glistening like wet steel in the light. When sleep finally
came, Billy had only one dream; he was the one on the sofa as Cleo slowly
pushed her cock towards his lips.....


Chapter 7


Charlotte and Billy settled into a steady routine over the next few weeks.
They would set aside time each day for Charlotte to coach Billy in the skills
he would need as a woman.  Charlotte was a patient and skilled teacher, and
Billy became a more and more eager pupil as the days wore on. Billy had
never realised just how different women looked, behaved and reacted. They
practised everything from makeup to sitting; from walking to eating until
Billy was beginning to forget what it was like as a man.

Every night Billy and Sam would chat online in a succession of chat rooms.
Sam insisted they change the rooms in case someone was trying to find them.
Billy missed Sam badly and Charlotte realised that Billy needed some rest and
relaxation.

"Billie. I'm bored tonight. Let's go for a drink somewhere." announced
Charlotte one night.

Billy hesitated before answering. They had been out together during the day
many times now over the past few weeks, but this would be the first time out
at night. Billy thought, why not?

"Ok, but somewhere quiet, alright? "said Billy. "I don't think I could handle
somewhere crowded."

"Yes, of course," said Charlotte with a smile that Billy didn't quite catch.

They got changed quickly. Billy was now quite skilled at putting on his
clothes and makeup and within a few minutes both were ready to hit the
town. The taxi dropped them outside a place in one of the streets beneath the
castle called the Black Bull. As Billy got out of the taxi he saw there were a
lot of people milling about.

"I said somewhere quiet," he hissed through his painted lips at Charlotte.

"Oh don't get so worried, Billie. Chill out will you, it'll be alright" she
retorted.

Charlotte took Billy by the hand and pulled him into the pub. It was packed
with people out for a good evening after work. It was noisy and hot and full
of life. Charlotte dragged him further into the pub, pushing past people to get
to the bar. Billy flinched as someone bumped into him from the side.
"Sorry," said a tall man in a dark business suit, and turned away again. Billy
felt more confident now that it seemed he was being ignored.

Charlotte had made her way to the bar and was ordering white wine spritzers
for them. Billy suddenly felt he was being observed and turned round
quickly. A fair-haired guy was looking straight at him. The guy smiled,
raised his glass and winked broadly. Billy felt himself blush and turned his
head away. He thought he could hear the fair haired man laugh.

"MMmmm checking out the boys, then?" said Charlotte, who had returned
with their drinks.

"No!" said Billy, "he was looking at me."

"Get used to it, Billie. He won't be the only one. You're looking hot
tonight."

Billy felt flustered at this. He didn't want that kind of attention but he was
flattered at Charlotte's words.

"Hey, look there's some seats at that table," she said, and made a dive for a
table where people were leaving. Charlotte got to the table just as a man's
hand grabbed the back of one of the chairs.

"Ours, I think," said the man.

"Oh no, I think we got here first" claimed Charlotte.

"Tell you what" he said, "Let's share. There should be enough room for the
four of us."

A second figure appeared behind the first.

"OK, that's cool."

Billy tried to attract Charlotte's attention. This was too much.

"I'm Charlotte, I mean Charlie, and this is Billie." Charlotte sat down and
pulled Billy down beside her.

"Hi, I'm Gus and this is David" the first guy responded. Gus sat next to
Charlotte and David plonked himself down beside Billy. Gus and Charlotte
started to natter away immediately.

"Hi, Billie. This is a great place isn't it," said David.

Billy was terrified. He had never been this close to a man before when
dressed, and he was convinced he was going to get discovered. Billy
imagined the scene. There would be shouts of outrage and peals of cruel
laughter as Billy would be humiliated, his face in his hands as he had to run
through the taunting crowd to the door.

He couldn't bring himself to even look straight at David. He had to get
Charlotte's  attention so they could leave now. As usual, he didn't have any
money so he couldn't even just get up and leave.

Billy realised with mounting alarm that David was deliberately edging closer
to him on the bench seat. Charlotte seemed totally engrossed with Gus,
apparently hanging on his every word and paying no attention to Billy and
David. Billy tried to slide further up the seat but as he was next to the wall he
found he was trapped. He felt David's leg brush against his thigh under the
table and almost jumped with shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said David, a grin playing across his face "I hope I didn't
startle you."

"Oh, no. It's ok, really," mumbled Billy, his accent giving away his London
origins and his eyes desperate to catch Charlotte's attention.

"What brings you to Edinburgh, Billie?" David spoke softly and gently with a
burr that even in Billy's confused state he found attractive.

"I'm working up here. I'm a freelance computer programmer. I'm doing
some work for a design company up here." Billy stuck to the cover story that
Charlotte and he had agreed.

"Do you like it here then?" asked David.

"Mmmm yes, I do. A lot, especially the people" Billy replied.

For the first time the feelings of panic began to subside. He was still
trembling inside, but the outright fear was being replaced by a nervous
tension, heightened by David's proximity. Billy looked at David properly for
the first time and was struck by his piercing blue eyes. They seemed to see
straight through him.

"Did you expect us all to be dressed as Braveheart and painted like Mel
Gibson?" laughed David.

"Oh, no, it's just that everyone has been so warm and welcoming. I didn't
know what to expect. It's my first time in Scotland."

"Well, I'm glad that you made it all the way up here, Billie. Welcome to
Edinburgh. Cheers"

David raised his glass and Billy picked up his own glass and took a small sip.
Billy noticed the mark his lipstick left on the glass.

"Thank you, David. What do you do?"

"Oh, me? I'm training to be a vet. I'm at college here, the Royal Dick
Veterinary College."

"The what?" spluttered Billy.

"It's true, Billie, it's called the Royal Dick. Always gets a laugh though."

"That must be fascinating." Billy was relaxing now as David didn't appear to
be encroaching any closer and didn't seem to notice anything odd about him.

"I don't know about fascinating. It's hard bloody work, dirty, smelly and
dangerous sometimes".

"Dangerous?" asked Billy, thinking about cats and dogs and rabbits. These
were the only animals he'd ever come across in London.

"Well if you've ever stood behind a horse while he's being gelded, then
you'd think it was dangerous too," David smiled. "Usually they are well
sedated but just sometimes they let us know what they think."

"Is it painful?" asked Billy wincing at the thought of losing his own testicles.

"No we use pain relief and the animal doesn't feel like he has been kicked by
a horse afterwards," said David.

Billy laughed out loud at his own ignorance and David joined in too. Their
laughter finally attracted Charlotte and Gus's attention.

"You two are getting on very well" Charlotte observed with a sly wink in
Billy's direction.

"Oh yes, we are" David replied, "I'm just getting Billie acquainted with the
facts of a vets sordid life."

"What do you two girls want to do next?" asked Gus.

Charlotte jumped straight in before Billy could say anything  "Let's go
dancing."

Billy nearly suffered a seizure. "Charlie, do you think that's a good idea?" he
managed to squeak.

"Oh yes, come on Billie, you'll love It." shouted Charlotte as she and Gus
headed out the door. Billy cursed to himself and thought, "I bloody doubt it"

David grabbed Billy's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, don't be
such a party pooper!"

Despite his misgivings Billy felt himself flattered to be the subject of David's
attention and allowed himself to be persuaded to go along with it. "Besides, I
can always bail out if I need to" he thought.

David held onto Billy's hand as they left the pub. Billy felt strangely
comfortable in David's grasp. His masculinity blotted out Billy's last vestiges
of male pride as he found himself succumbing to David's charm. He was
being treated as a woman and Billy was finding out just how good that felt.
Charlotte appeared to be leading the way as they strolled through the late
night streets. Billy shivered in the cold autumn air and David put his arm
around Billy's shoulders. Billy could hear his heels click over the surface of
the cobbled streets as they headed down the Royal Mile.

"Is that better?" asked David.

"MMmm yes thank you, David" Billy snuggled into David's shoulder. There
was nothing wrong with that, was there? He thought to himself.

Suddenly Billy found himself slipping, those heels and damp cobbles were
treacherous and only David's strong arms kept him from falling in a heap. As
it was both Charlotte and Gus both laughed at his misfortune.

"Saved you," said David.

"Thanks," said Billy, "I don't think wearing heels on cobbled streets is very
sensible is it?"

"I am glad though it gave me a chance to help a maiden in distress," said
David.

They found a disco called the Mercado just behind the railway station where
the music was loud and non-stop.

Gus and David bought a round of drinks and they stood in the bar area
watching the mainly female dancers. Conversation was impossible in the
noise except by shouting. Charlotte suddenly pulled Gus onto the dance floor
and David and Billy stood there a little awkwardly. As if making a sudden
decision, David grabbed Billy by the hand and pulled him out into the milling
throng of dancers. Dancing wasn't really possible, to Billy's enormous relief,
on the crowded floor and all they could do was move with the rest of the
dancers.   David suddenly moved closer and before Billy could do anything
David was kissing him. Taken totally by surprise Billy could do nothing to
stop him. David's arms came round Billy's waist to hold him still and Billy at
first tried to pull away, but David's grip was too strong. Billy couldn't
believe this was happening. Right there on the dance floor, a man was kissing
him!  David's tongue was now pressing its way into Billy's mouth and
before he realised it Billy found himself kissing back. It seemed so natural to
respond to David, and Billy's tongue began to flirt with David's as he closed
his eyes and put his arms around David's back to hold him tight.

David broke off and smiled into Billy's face. "I hoped you wouldn't mind
and I think I was proved right."

For an answer, Billy put his hands behind David's head and pulled him down
to his lips again. This time there was no hesitancy and Billy just melted into
David's arms. Billy could now feel how different it was to kiss a man. The
taste, the aggression, the strength was oh so different from kissing a girl.
Billy's thoughts were interrupted as he felt something hard press against his
groin. Confused, it took Billy a few seconds to realise that David was getting
very excited by what was happening, and that it was David's swelling cock
that was pushing so energetically against him

Billy thought "Whoa, too far, too quick" and dragged David back to the bar.
Charlotte and Gus joined them a few minutes later and Charlotte mouthed to
Billy, "Let's go ..somewhere quieter"

Billy nodded and the four of them pushed their way to the door of the club.
They stood outside, unsure of which way to go. David put his arm around
Billy's shoulder and hugged him close. Billy felt as happy as he had ever
done. Charlotte whispered to Billy, "Nice move, girl"

Billy started to open his mouth to protest, but at that instant a car screeched to
a stop just beside them. Billy turned to look and found himself grabbed by
someone from behind who clamped a hand across his mouth. Astonished,
Billy watched as two men started to punch Gus and David as Charlotte stood
frozen, her hands to her mouth in a silent scream. Billy was pushed and
dragged into the car and a foul smelling pad was held across his mouth and
nose. The last thing Billy remembered was the sound of tyres screeching as
the car rushed into the night.


Chapter 8

Billie came round very slowly. He knew he was trying hard to wake up, but it
was nice to keep slipping back into the warm security of sleep. Gradually it
became easier to resist the temptation to go back to sleep and the brief
moments of consciousness grew longer and longer. He had been having a
strange dream. Men in white clothes and masks, haloed with a bright white
light, stood over him. Billie wondered if they were angels. No, he thought,
angels are girls with wings. One time he thought he saw a girl he thought he
knew, waving to him to join her.

Light began to prick at his eyelids and he considered opening his eyes, but
thought "I can do that later, there's no rush". Sounds started to penetrate
slowly into his head. What was that noise? Was it rushing water? No, it was
cars, that was it. The sound of traffic coming from a long way off. Now it
was becoming easier to stay half awake than to go back to sleep. Billie felt
warm and comfortable; he was in his bed at home in his flat. It was probably
Sunday, and he'd had a skinful on Saturday night at the pub. That's right. It
would be all right now to open his eyes.

He tried opening his eyes, but the light was too bright and he had to close
them again. "I must have left the bedroom light on when I came in," he
thought, "must have been a good night then." He felt an itch on his chest and
moved his hand up to scratch it. Ouch! That hurt! His fingernails must need
cutting badly. It took a few seconds for his mind to register that wasn't the
only thing that seemed odd. Where he'd scratched himself there seemed to be
a lot of fat. That can't be, he thought, I haven't put on weight since I was at
school.

It was at that point that he realised something was terribly wrong here. He
forced open his eyes and saw a pretty flowered wallpaper and dressing table.
This wasn't his flat. Where was he? He turned over in the bed and was
startled to feel something heavy move on his chest. What the hell was that?
He was getting scared now. What was going on? He was lying under a duvet
and he slowly lifted it and raised his head to see what had moved on his
chest. He looked down and was puzzled to see two quivering flattened
mounds of flesh on his chest. What on earth...? He stared at them and quite
suddenly realised they were breasts. And they were his! He closed his eyes
and shook his head to clear the last of the fogginess that was in his head. Of
course, this was still part of his dream. When he opened his eyes they would
be gone and he'd be back in his flat.

But what if this wasn't a dream? What if they really were there? No, that
couldn't be. It was too stupid. He steeled himself and opened his eyes again.
Oh, shit, they were still there. What was he going to do? He shut his eyes
hurriedly. In a reflex action he put his hand down to hold his penis.
Something he had done his whole life to make him feel secure when he felt
threatened. He felt his hand move and ...nothing. There was nothing but
smoothness where his penis should be. Billie raised the duvet higher and
moved his head to look down and saw nothing, just some folds of skin
where his manhood should be. He screamed, and screamed again and again
and again before he fainted.

He woke again slowly. But this time he knew he was in trouble. He opened
his eyes and he saw a what looked like a male nurse sitting reading a
paperback book on a chair by the bed.

"Where am I?  What's happened?" Billie asked. He was startled to hear his
voice. Well, he presumed it must be his voice, because it said the words he
wanted, but it sounded odd. High and fluted, like a girl's voice.

The man didn't answer but got up and pressed a button on the wall next to the
bed.

"Have I been in an accident? Am I in hospital?" Billie asked his voice rising in
pitch.

The man merely stood there and watched Billie with no expression on his
face. Billie tried to move his hands, but found that his wrists were now bound
with leather straps which were secured to guard rails on the side of the bed.
He could move his hands about a foot but that was it.

"What's going on? Please tell me."

There was no reaction from the man and Billie slumped back against the bed.
He now began to remember what had happened. The attempt to kill him,
Sam, Edinburgh and Charlotte, and his abduction all flooded back into his
memory and he began to sob noisily.

"That won't help you at all."

The woman's voice came from the other side of the room and Billie turned to
face her. He saw a tall elegant woman with long legs wearing a pair of
elegant heels, about his height he guessed. She obviously had long red hair
because it was piled onto the top of her head and wearing a pair of large
fashionable rimless glasses. Wearing a Doctor's white coat she stood with
her arms supporting her ample chest studying Billie's face.


Chapter 9


"Who are you?  Where am I? What have you done to me? What's going on?"

The woman nodded once to the man. Billie felt the man put a strap over his
head and then jerk it tight.  Billie felt something round and hard force its way
into his mouth. It tasted of rubber and kept his jaw locked open.

"Don't worry, it's only a ball gag. If you behave yourself I'll have it removed
soon. But if you don't, I'll leave it there. Your choice, Billie. Just nod your
head if you're going to behave."

Billie nodded.

"Good boy. I'm sorry for the straps but I thought it was necessary after your
little virtuoso performance earlier on. Again, if you behave yourself, then I'll
relent."

Billie nodded again, without being asked.

"That's very good Billie. Now I'll try to answer your questions. Firstly,
you're in the Carter Clinic. You do remember the Carter Clinic don't you
Billie? You should do. You broke into our computer system and stole a lot of
files that weren't yours. It has put me to a lot of trouble."

Billie's eyes widened as he took this in. "Oh, shit " he thought "I'm in deep
doo-doo"

"Yes I can see you remember, Billie. By the way, that was a very nice bit of
work on our system. I had to punish the programmer who wrote it. I hope
you don't meet him, because he might carry a grudge Billie. Now you might
think that I carry a grudge for what you did to me. Well you'd be half right,
Billie."

Billie guessed rightly that it was this woman that had tried to kill him at the
tube station.

"You see, after your miraculous escape under the wheels of that train that
day, I was really angry. But the way things have panned out, I have had the
pleasure of not getting mad, but getting even. Even with you, Billie and that
little Anglo-Chinese bitch who has led you astray and says she is so fond of
you."

The thought of Sam made Billie's heart almost stop.

"Yes, I know all about you and Sam. It's why keeping you alive here makes
the revenge taste so much sweeter. I'll tell you about Sam in a little while, but
first let's get back to you. When we eventually caught up with you in
Edinburgh, you seemed to be making such a good job of pretending to be a
woman that I thought I should give you a little help. Only it's a kind of non-
reversible help."

Billie suddenly realised what she was talking about and his eyes opened even
wider in shock.

"MMmm, yes, I think you've guessed it Billie. I have made you into a real
woman. You seemed to be getting quite good at it but you could only go so
far, so to speak." The woman leered at this remark. "Now, you can go all the
way"

Billie thought he was going to die. His heart was hammering and the blood
was rushing in his ears.

"I'm very proud at what we've done for you Billie. Sexual reassignment
surgery is normally an expensive and lengthy process. All those Doctors you
have to convince that you're ready for the procedure. Their insistence that
you live as a woman full time for as long as it suits them. You've been fast-
tracked Billie. You have had the works. We've given you implants to so
you've now got 38" breasts that no-one could tell weren't natural, shaved
your Adam's apple, altered your vocal cords and reshaped your waist and
buttocks to give you a figure a Hollywood actress would fuck her brains out
for. We've made your ears smaller and taken a bit off your chin. We've given
you collagen injections for your lips, shot you full of powerful female
hormones and, of course, we've given you a beautiful tight vagina instead of
that little thing you were so concerned about. You should be grateful. It's
taken a while. You may not realise it but it's been three months since you
arrived here. We've kept you going on a little cocktail of drugs to keep you
under most of the time."

Billie felt the rage boil within him.

"I guess it's our payback time Billie. You put me to a lot of trouble and
expense and I can see a way to get some of that back. I presume Sam told
you what goes on here? Well, you're now going to be one of our assets
Billie. Your presence here will boost our annual turnover by a steady six
figure sum each year."

Billie wanted to scream so badly that he thought he would faint again.

"We cater for a wide variety of tastes here Billie, and what you have become
is a very bankable attraction to a lot of men, and even some women, who
demand their recreation with discretion and are really prepared to pay for it. If
you're patriotic, Billie we've even done some work for the Secret Service.
Now, you may say, why should you? What's in it for you?"

Billie had been thinking that very thought.

"I just want you to consider the alternatives. Not only would you end up as
one of those Jane Doe corpses floating down the Thames and fished out by
the river police, but I would also take my frustration out on that little tart
Sam, and both her transsexual friends, Charlotte and Cleo."

Billie was now crying, tears running down his cheeks and he was sobbing
silently behind the gag.

"You see I've done a deal with your Sam. For some reason she likes you a
lot. Once she knew I had you, she offered me a solution. She would give me
the files back if I kept you alive. She even wanted you back straight away but
that wasn't enough for me. I want you both to pay. You in here, and her out
there."

Billie's heart was close to breaking now.

"It's not all doom and gloom Billie. If you cooperate with me then I
guarantee you will be out of here in two years. By that time if the little tart
still wants you, you can go back to her. In the meantime, of course, you'll
have to work for your living. But it won't be too awful; I've got a whole
stable of men and a couple of women who will be your clients. You won't be
able to leave here, but the accommodation is very luxurious and you won't
want for anything. You will understand that you won't be able to go outside
but we have a gym and swimming pool here in the clinic so you'll be able to
keep my asset from depreciating too quickly. My advice would be to get your
head down, no pun intended, and forget about Sam. Make no mistake you
will have no choice in the matter."

Billie fell back onto the bed, tears still streaming down his face and stared at a
tiny crack in the ceiling.

"One last thing about Sam. Did she ever explain why she got you to hack, is
that the horrid little word you use, into my computer?"

Billie shook his head.

"Thought not. Well she was once my partner in business and pleasure, you
might say."

Billie turned his head away. He didn't want to hear any more.

"Yes, what's more she even started out like you. I found her in Bangkok,
touting for business in one of the ladyboy bars. She had something else
about her even then and I cleaned her up and brought her back to England as
my lover. I did the surgery on her myself, as I did on you. You see I'm a
surgeon as well as a, let's call it a businesswoman."

Billie closed his eyes tight and tried to blot out that voice.

"She's clever you see. I didn't realise just how clever though. We eventually
went into this business together. Corporate entertaining she used to call it.
Had a natural flair for manipulating people for her own ends. Then one day
she announces she's had enough and leaves. That's how she repaid me for
making her what she is."

Billie didn't care. He just wanted Sam. To hold her and to kiss her. He knew
at that moment that he would do whatever it took to be back with her.

"It was that cow Charlotte that did it. Sam found her in some gay club in
London and brought her into the Clinic. Please do the operation. She'll be a
real asset to us." Her lip curled at this point.

Billie opened his eyes at this revelation.

"Oh, so you didn't know about Charlotte, either? Well, I suppose she
wouldn't want to tell you about her lovers would she?"

Billie was still and listening hard.

"Yes, all the time Sam was sweet talking me to do the operation they were
having an affair behind my back. And then they decide to set up together in
their own seedy little back street club. Well that's gone up in smoke now. I
wonder how they'll manage now. Oh, yes, the files. Why did Sam want
them? She wanted to do some freelancing, that's why. She says she's owed
it, for setting up the operation here. Well, the little bitch is finally getting what
she's owed for running out on me. She's clever, but she's weak. She's even
let you get to her."

Billie at least knew that Sam and Charlotte were OK, if this woman was
talking like this.

"I think that's enough for now. Are you going to co-operate, Billie?"

Billie nodded.

"Good, when I'm gone he'll take off the gag and untie you. Any more scenes
though and he'll be back with them. Don't even think about running away,
by the way. You won't get 50 yards. Discretion needs security. Don't
displease me, Billie, you'll regret it. But if you're good, you and I might
become friends."

Saying this she bent down and stroked Billie's rosy cheek with her fingers.
Billie thought, "In your dreams, you cow." The woman turned and
disappeared out the door. Billie felt drained from what he'd gone through and
heard and he could only lay back on the bed. Without a word the man
removed the gag and the wrist straps and followed the woman through the
door.

Chapter 10


Left to himself, Billie began to realise the enormity of what had happened.
What the hell was he going he going to do? First, he needed to see what they
had done to him. He swung his legs out of the bed and tried to stand upright.
He was wearing a satin nightdress and for the first time he could feel the
weight of his breasts pulling him forward. Even the breast forms he used
didn't prepare him for that weight.

 He looked down and saw that his breasts were perfectly proportioned and
stuck out from his chest in a most provocative manner. He moved his body
and they moved in sympathy. They were part of him now. Part of his being,
he now possessed 38DD breasts. He realised his hair had grown longer and it
was down past his shoulders. He pushed the hair back behind his now much
smaller ears and immediately touched several extra piercings in his ears.  He
counted at least six in each ear. He looked at his hand and couldn't believe
what he saw. His nails were bright red and at least an inch long.

 It was obviously a bedroom and an en-suite bathroom, but it was large and
expensively furnished with what looked like antique furniture. The bed was
large and made from heavy, dark wood. There was a huge wardrobe and
dressing table hewn from the same dark wood and a chaise longue along one
wall. A rolltop desk was pushed against another wall and heavy curtains
were pulled over what Billie guessed was a window. He opened the curtains
and peered through a large window that had big, solid looking bars running
down the outside. Billie moved over to the bathroom and peered inside. It,
too, was large and well appointed. Billie saw that one wall was taken up with
a huge full-length mirror and he knew what he must do next. He closed his
eyes and walked to the middle of the bathroom and turned to face the mirror.

He opened his eyes and stepped back in shock. He simply could not
recognise the figure staring back at him. He closed his eyes and opened them
again, hoping he would see himself again in the mirror. He opened his eyes
again and nothing had changed. A girl wearing a short white satin nightdress
stood before him. Her hair, tousled and unkempt, tumbled down and across
her shoulders. Billie recognised his face, but it was different; softer, rounder
and not so long as he remembered. Pushing out the front of the nightdress
were breasts. Billie shuddered, wondering what else the nightdress
concealed.

He took a deep breath, took the hem of the nightdress in his hands and pulled
it over his head. He stood stock-still and stared hard at what he saw; not even
breathing for what seemed an eternity. He exhaled finally, his lungs
screaming for air. He saw his altered face on top of the body of a beautifully
proportioned girl. A pair of large but firm breasts jutted out from his chest.
Billie put his hands up and held them in his hands. He was vaguely surprised
to find them so heavy, and as he looked down on them he moved his hands
and began to feel a strangely pleasant feeling developing somewhere in his
body. He touched each nipple with one of his long fingernails and was
startled to see and feel the nipple begin to respond to the touch.

Billie looked further down his body and nearly passed out again when he saw
what was obviously a smooth and shaved vagina where his cock and balls
should have hung. He couldn't take his eyes of the two lips that protruded
slightly and the slit that now sat between his legs. His hand was drawn
almost against his will towards it and he felt the shock as his fingers touched
the small mounds that surrounded the opening. It felt so strange to him, for
his fingers to touch what was now there and for the feeling generated in his
groin by his fingers. He pushed the tip of a finger into the slit and found a
small growth, which he guessed, must be a clitoris. For a moment he
wondered how they had done this and then shuddered as he realised he did
not want to know.

His probing fingers were discovering just how sensitive his new attribute
was, and he withdrew his finger quickly. He felt he needed to pee and stood
in front of the toilet, then realised with horror that he could no longer pee
standing up and would have to sit down. His heart sank as it began to dawn
on him that nothing would ever be the same again. This was no temporary
inconvenience. This was permanent. He was going to be a girl forever. He
sat on the toilet and felt his bladder relax and as the stream hit the water he
began to cry again.

He eventually stopped and looked again at himself in the mirror. Whatever
they had done to him, he thought, it's still me in here. They can't get to that.
He knew he would have to cling on to something if he were to survive
whatever would happen. Whatever that woman had said about Sam made no
difference, Billie needed that vision of Sam to get him through this. That
woman didn't deserve Sam, which is why she had walked out with
Charlotte. Thinking about Charlie and Sam brought tears to his eyes again.
But this time he fought off the tears and determined he was going to survive
and do whatever was necessary to get back to Sam.

He examined himself again in the mirror and turned sideways to see his
profile. They had done a good job. His body had been softened somehow
and he has curves instead of the harder male profile. He cupped his breasts in
his hands again and felt a tingle begin to flow through him as he moved his
hands gently over them. He ran his hands up and down his new body and
tried to remember what his male body had felt like. It was already difficult for
him to recall exactly how his old body had felt, and he was now beginning
slowly to come to terms with his new one.

Like the rest of us he had always taken his body for granted. Unless you are
sick or hurt yourself, your body pretty much does what you tell it when you
tell it. You don't think about it a lot, and when you do, it's because you've
done something a bit nasty to it. So it was a shock for Billie to have to get to
know this new body. It had a lot of things that the old one didn't and now he
had to think about how it worked. Instead of getting to know his body
gradually, over many years of living with it, Billie was undergoing a crash
course in his new female body, without the benefit of a user manual or a
FAQ.

He put the nightdress back on and decided to look around a bit more. He
noticed a door he hadn't spotted before which led into a small sitting room
with a couple of modern sofas and a stereo. There were two doors from this
room. One led into a well-equipped kitchen and the other was locked,
presumably the way out.

Billie wandered back into the bedroom and opened the big antique wardrobe.
He whistled quietly as he saw it was packed with clothes. He ran his hands
along the racks and could see skirts, dresses and blouses along one end.
Beneath them lay several pairs of shoes, and in the corner a pair of leather
thigh boots and next to them a pair of what looked like riding boots. He
examined the shoes to find that all were stilettos with frighteningly high
heels. He winced as he had never got used to high heels at Charlie's and
avoided them when he could. In the middle hung several basques and teddies
as well as nightdresses in silks and satin. There was at least one leather
basque and a severe looking Victorian style corset mixed in with them.

At the other end of the wardrobe were several more distinctive pieces of
clothing. Billie recognised a nurse's uniform, a maid's outfit, a Nazi officers
uniform and what looked like a set of leather domination gear. He quite
fancied the idea of the nurse's uniform as he had always been attracted to
them. Anyway it looked lot more comfortable than the Nazi uniform. He
wondered what kind of people would want to get their kicks that way. He
suddenly realised he would soon be finding out.

He shivered as it came back to him that he was being kept as some kind
of...well, a whore was the only word that came to mind. He sat down on the
floor and cried again. Tears were coming easily to him at the moment, and he
wondered if that was due to the hormones she had mentioned. He decided to
call her Carter; he'd once seen a really violent film with Michael Caine called
"Get Carter", and it summed up what he wanted to do to that woman.

He slept after that, a light, troubled sleep and he awoke hungry and still tired.
He discovered that the kitchen had been well stocked during the night and he
made himself breakfast. He had showered soon after getting up and he was
surprised at how long his hair had now become. Cleo's bob had grown out
and his hair was now well onto his shoulders and frankly looked like it
needed a cut. Billie washed and dried it with a hair drier he found and did the
best he could with it.

He found that the large dresser contained an exotic collection of lingerie, most
of it beautiful silk and lace. There were some items that he was not even sure
how to wear. Billie chose a black lace bra and matching panties together with
a pink Christian Dior suit with white piping. As he dressed he began to get
more familiar with this strange new female body he had acquired. He was
fascinated by the different feelings he was now experiencing. His breasts
were so sensitive and his nipples reacted to almost every small touch. He
dressed quickly, but then realised he had no idea of what was going to
happen next. He put a CD into the stereo so at least he had some distraction
from his thoughts.


Chapter 11


He heard a key turn in the lock and Billie immediately felt his apprehension
rise. What next? He was pleasantly surprised when an attractive girl walked
in.

"Hello, you must be Billie. I'm Monique. I'm going to be your maid." She
said with a big smile.

Billie was astounded. "My maid?"

"Oh yes, didn't they tell you? Each of the girls has a maid to look after them.
I'll come every morning to get you organised for the day. I'll make sure you
have all the right clothes for the day, especially if you have a guest who has
some special tastes. I'll do your hair and manicure if that's needed and
generally make sure you have everything you need."

Billie sat there dumbstruck. This was something he hadn't expected.

"I'll take away your dirty washing and bring back clean or new things if they
get damaged."

Billie didn't like the sound of the last remark.

"I don't do cleaning or cooking though, that's up to you, I'm afraid. But if
you leave me a list of what you need for the kitchen I'll get that ordered."

She was in her mid twenties, Billie guessed, and pretty without being
startlingly beautiful. She spoke with a slight and attractive French accent.

"Monique, I don't have a clue about what's going to happen"

She paused and looked at him with some compassion.

"No, from what they told me, I guess you don't. I knew it was unusual
because I normally look after two girls, but you're my only girl now. Look
don't worry, it's going to be OK."

It was meant kindly, but Billie didn't feel reassured.

"Cherie, I will do whatever I can to make you comfortable. If it's any
consolation I worked here once. I too was scared and didn't know what to
expect, but you get used to it."

"How long?" Billie asked.

"Two years or so" Monique replied. "I got through it"

"I'm so scared, Monique. I don't think I can do this."

"Billie, it's not going to be so bad. I know it's difficult to think so now, but
you have to take a strictly business approach. It's a job. Above all don't let
your feelings get involved."

"But I don't even know what to do."

She laughed gently. "Oh I bet you'll work it out, Billie. Most of us girls do."

"But I'm not a girl" he wailed.

"You might not have started that way, cherie, but I think you are a girl now."

Billie began to cry again. He hated crying so easily, but he couldn't help it.

"There, there cherie. Please don't cry. I will be your friend. I will help you."
She put her arms around Billie and hugged him. Just that simple act of
kindness meant so much to him at that moment.

"Thank you, Monique. That would be very sweet of you."

"Ok, cherie, we have to get started. First your hair and your makeup."

Billie had stopped crying and dried his eyes on a tissue that Monique gave
him. Monique turned out to be a very competent hairdresser and soon had
Billie's hair cut and styled. She kept the hair straight and cut it so that it fell
gently onto his shoulders. Billie immediately liked the longer length and the
way it moved as he turned his head.  Like water ripples, he thought. Monique
suggested he keep his makeup regime simple during the day, as he would
receive detailed instructions for each of his clients. The mention of clients
brought him sharply back to reality.

"What will happen, Monique?" he asked nervously.

"OK, Billie. These are your quarters. Sometimes you will receive guests
here, if they prefer a realistic setting. However, there are other rooms where
you will see guests. If a guest has a particular preference you will see him, or
her, in one of these, how should I say, playrooms."

"What are they?" Billie asked, his eyes widening.

"Oh don't worry, Madame does not permit the violence to her girls. She is
very strict on the guests who mistreat the girls. They do not come back
again."

Billie was still nervous and Monique sought to reassure him.

"Billie, it is nothing to worry yourself about. For most of our guests it is a
game. They like to play out the fantasies they cannot do at home with their
wives, or even their mistresses. For the most part they are happy with the
game. But, maybe, sometimes one guest may become overexcited and
Madame may have to step in."

"What do you mean, overexcited?"

"Oh Billie, I should not have mentioned it. It happens very rarely. You asked
about the playrooms. There is a hospital room, and a cell, and a dungeon
amongst others."

Billie went pale.

"Do not be concerned, cherie, they are only for games. If anyone gets hurt, it
is the guest"

"But I don't know what to do with the guests. I'm not a girl, I don't know
what to do."

"Billie, I think the people who ask for you know exactly what you are, and
believe me they will not be disappointed in you. Besides, I will always tell
you what they like and dislike, how to dress and behave with them. Some
will like you to be the little girlie, others will want you to be stern and tell
them what to do. It is not difficult, and when you get to the sex, you will
soon work out what to do, cherie. Every day, I will make sure you know
what they like to drink and smoke, what drugs they like and all this will be
provided for them. One big thing, Billie. Madame is very strict on her girls
and the drugs. Under no circumstances are you to take the drugs yourself.
Even if the guests insist, you must refuse. It is an iron rule. Madame will
punish you severely if you do take them."

Billie shivered. He did not want to find out just what that meant.

"Monique, what about the pool and the gym?"

" Ah yes, Madame has instructed that you may use the gym and pool but not
with the other girls, unfortunately. It will be just me and you. You will enjoy
it"

"The other girls?" Billie was interested in who else worked here.

"There are many girls who work here Billie, but Madame has said you are to
be kept separate while you are here."

"More punishment" thought Billie. "Monique, you have been very kind to me
and I would like you as my friend. Will you be that,  please?"

"Mais oui, Billie. You and I will be good friends."

Billie knew he would need at least one friend.

"Billie, there is one rule here you must follow. Madame insists all the girls to
wear stockings at all times.  Only if you are wearing one of the special
uniforms will you be allowed to break this rule."

Billie shrugged. That was one rule he would find it easy to keep.

"Billie, you have your first guest tonight."

"Who is it?" Billie asked very nervously.

"We never know their names and we must never ask Billie, that is a rule also"

"OK, OK Monique, I don't want to know his name. What's he like?"

"This one I have never met before, he is new. I cannot tell you much. He
likes to drink Jack Daniels with ice, which will be provided. He does not
want to use a playroom, so you will be seeing him in your apartment."

"What do I do with him, Monique? I've no idea what to do"

"First of all he will be brought to your room and someone will knock on the
door, you will open the door and welcome your guest. You must make him
feel welcome. You are there to make him feel a God, so you must always
follow his lead. One thing I do know is that all men like to be flattered. So at
all times you must tell him how good he looks, about how well he makes you
feel. There has never been a finer lover than him in all history. All the usual
lies women tell men to help us get through our lives."

Monique paused. Billie could see she was reliving scenes from her past. He
wondered about the tales that she would be able to tell.

Monique continued, "Some like to talk, others will just want you to fuck
them as quickly as possible. By the way, do not accept money from any of
them. Madame does not allow."

Billie wondered how many more things there were that Madame does not
allow.

"You must never, never show your true feelings, they are Gods remember.
Even if they are only the God of the pigsty, eh?" she winked extravagantly as
she said this and Billie burst out laughing.

"That is better cherie, laughter is good for you."

"What will I have to wear?" asked Billie?

"Ah, Billie, this one seems to like the mystery. He has asked that you wear a
blindfold so that you may not see him. It happens sometimes, famous people
do not want to be recognised. We have a hood that covers your eyes and
allows you to breathe but not to see."

Billie didn't like the sound of this but there didn't seem to be an alternative.
Monique laid out the clothes that he would have to wear with the hood. It was
the black leather basque that he had seen earlier together with a pair of sheer
black stockings and black stilettos with a 3" heel. Monique helped Billie to
dress in the unfamiliar garments and Billie was surprised at how supple and
soft the leather basque was. It was cut to accentuate the waist and to leave the
breasts exposed. Apart from the stockings the only other item of clothing was
a thong cut from the same soft kid leather and it was excruciatingly
uncomfortable to wear.

It was the hood that really frightened Billie, however. It looked like a ski mask
with a hole cut for the mouth and one for the nose but no holes for the eyes.
It was fastened at the neck with a pop stud so it could be taken off quickly if
necessary. Monique helped Billie to fasten it but it was possible for one
person to put it on with practice. Billie felt really scared as Monique drew it
over his head and the light was blotted out.  His heart began to pound and his
breathing became fast and shallow as panic set in.

"Breathe slowly and deeply, Billie, there is nothing to worry about. You will
be OK, trust me. I have worn one like this many times. You will get used to
it," said Monique and she squeezed Billie's hand in reassurance.

"Voila," said Monique as she finished. "You are ready. I wish you luck,
cherie." She led Billie to the bed and sat him down, kissed him quickly on the
lips through the mask and left.


Chapter 12


Billie suddenly felt very alone and frightened. He could see nothing in the
mask and it was also difficult to hear as well. He suddenly felt aware of
someone in the room.

"Monique, is that you?" he asked very shakily.

"No, it's not Monique." The hood muffled the voice and Billie couldn't tell
where the sound had come from.

"Who are you?" asked Billie.

"Stand up," the voice commanded.

Billie pushed himself off the bed and stood up, teetering on the unfamiliarly
high stilettos that were hurting his calves.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Billie.

"I will tell you what to do"

Billie nearly fainted with shock as he felt a something brush against his leg. It
felt like a gloved hand caressing his thigh. Yes, that was it. A gloved hand, a
soft leather glove by the feel of it. The glove continued its journey around his
thigh and the man moved behind Billie and the gloved hand moved onto the
cheeks of his backside. The hand paused, and one finger slipped between his
cheeks and teased the opening it found there. Billie nearly fell over at the
shock of the intrusion.

"Stand still," barked the voice.

"I'm trying," sad Billie.

"Shut up. Speak only when I tell you," commanded the voice.

 Billie sensed the voice to come from in front of him this time so when the
hand touched his breasts he was more prepared. The hand was quickly
replaced by a tongue that licked his right nipple first, flicking at it until it grew
hard with the stimulation. Lips then descended upon the erect nipple, first
sucking and then kissing the nipple. The sensation was extraordinary. Billie
was deprived of the sense of sight and this seemed to heighten his sensitivity
to touch. He felt his nipple being drawn into the mouth and then teeth
clamped painfully down on his nipple.

"OOOwww, that hurt."

"I told you not to speak," said the voice.

"Well don't do that again," said Billie bravely.

"If you speak again without permission it will not be good for you," came the
reply.

Billie bit his lip. The lips moved from one nipple to the other until both were
aching. Billie felt the hand brush against his thigh once more and drift across
his leg to his crotch.

"Take off the thong," the voice commanded. Billie did as he was told, glad to
get rid of the uncomfortable item. Standing still again Billie felt a finger still
encased in the glove touch his pussy lips and just slide into the slit between
his legs. This was the first time he had ever been touched there and the
sensation was breathtaking. The finger played there for a moment exploring
the opening before withdrawing. Billie was almost panting by this time. The
combination of sexual excitement, fear and helplessness generated a potent
mixture of physical and emotional mayhem.

"Get down on your knees," the voice was still in front.

Billie slowly lowered himself to his knees and waited anxiously for any
further orders. He felt something touch his lips and for a second or two he
believed it was the gloved hand. But this was different, this was not a hand
or a finger. He realised with stunning clarity as it pushed against his lips
again that it was a penis. He jerked his head back, not wanting to let it touch
him again. But he felt his head grabbed by two strong hands and pulled
forwards towards the waiting penis.

"Open your mouth, you slut!" the voice commanded.

Billie felt the penis being pushed hard against his lips and it was getting
harder and harder to keep his mouth closed. He felt his head being jerked
forwards, forcing him against the man's cock. Billie could now smell the
musky aroma from the erect cock as well as feel it and he knew it was only a
matter of time before he would have to give in.

"Open your mouth, you little bitch," the voice roared.

Billie felt his strength fading and with a whimper he opened his mouth and the
cock slid in.

"AAAhhhh," said the voice,"that's better you whore. Now suck"

Billie felt as if he were suffocating as the man's cock filled his mouth. He
tried to pull away but the man's strong hands held his head in place and there
was no escape. Billie realised he could breathe through his nose and his panic
subsided a little. Billie found that after his initial shock it wasn't as awful as
he had feared. Billie thought that women did this all the time so it can't be that
unpleasant. The man was now sliding his cock in and out of Billie's mouth
and to Billie's great surprise he found his tongue beginning to swirl around
the tip of the man's cock. Billie had no real idea of what to do, but he tried to
remember what Sam had done to him and began to use his tongue more
energetically. Billie reached up and held the base of the man's cock as he
sucked and caressed the shaft with his mouth.

"Uuunnnnhhh," the man began to moan so Billie guessed he was doing
something right.

Billie remembered Sam's trick and raked his fingernails over the man's
scrotum and was immediately rewarded with a very unmasculine squeal. The
man let go of Billie's head and his cock plopped out of Billie's mouth.

"So you want to play games do you?" the voice was a little more uncertain
now, so Billie had scored a point at least.

"Get down on the floor, bitch. On all fours."

Billie fell forward and his hands hit the floor. He heard the man walk behind
him and Billie guessed what was to happen next. He felt the man kneel down
behind him and with his hands he spread Billie's leg. Billie felt the man's cock
brush across his ass and then begin to work its way into his pussy. The man
used one hand to steady himself on Billie's backside and the other to guide
him into Billie. There was no way Billie could prepare himself for what
followed as the man lunged into Billie's virgin pussy. Billie nearly screamed
as the cock penetrated deep into him. The man began to thrust harder and
harder and Billie was almost in ears with the pain.

Then, suddenly Billie realised that the pain was being replaced with
something else. Unbelievably, Billie was beginning to feel pleasure as well as
the pain. As the man continued to pump deep into Billie, the stimulation of his
clitoris was beginning to send waves of deep and warm desire through Billie.
He began to push instinctively back against the thrusts and he felt the man
respond, changing his rhythm to match Billie's. Billie couldn't believe how
powerful the sensations were that now began to cascade through him. It was
as if he could feel every tiny movement magnified a thousand times in
intensity.

Billie suddenly felt a powerful heat coming from his groin as the man's cock
drove relentlessly in and out of his pussy. The heat began to spread and Billie
cold feel it devouring his whole body until with a suddenness that caught him
by surprise it exploded into every nerve in his body.

"Arrgghh.," Billie cried as the orgasm crashed around and through him. He
had never experienced anything so powerful as this in his male life. The man
grunted and Billie could actually feel the cum spurting from the man's cock
into his pussy. Billie gasped again as a second wave of ecstasy washed over
him.  The man jerked twice and then Billie knew he was spent. He felt the
man withdraw and Billie dropped to the floor, totally spent by his shattering
orgasm.

"Did you enjoy that you little, bitch?" the voice asked.

Billie could hardly believe it as he nodded his head. He had enjoyed it, more
than anything else in his whole life to that point.

"Good, now you need to learn one more thing." Even through the hood Billie
could hear that the voice had changed. Less masculine, somehow higher,
more feminine. Billie felt hands fumbling for the pop stud on the hood. No,
this shouldn't be happening. Monique had said not to take the hood off.
Something had gone wrong. Was he going to be punished? The light flooded
into his eyes as the hood was jerked off his head. He struggled to open his
eyes against the light.

"I like to break in the new ones. I'll remember to tell Sam you enjoyed it," the
voice was very close to him now and with mounting horror Billie finally
recognised the voice.

As he opened his eyes, Billie could see the red hair falling down around
Carter's face.

"You!" Billie could not believe his eyes. Carter stood there over him, naked,
red hair loose and flowing down over her shoulders and a penis hanging
between her legs.

"Yes, it's me, you little whore. Surprised? Don't tell me you're that naïve."

Billie felt the earth opening up beneath him and he began to tumble down and
down until the blackness rescued him from that vision.


Chapter 13


Something changed in Billie after that first night. Deep within him now
burned a desire not only to survive but also to get even. He was taking
Carter's words to his heart and was not going to get angry, but he was going
to get through this and he was going to extract his revenge. One day, when
Carter would least expect it, retribution would arrive in a way and form that
Billie knew he had plenty of time to consider and plan. Vengeance would be
his.

>From that moment on Billie dedicated himself to getting out of the clinic. He
spent many hours with Monique learning the tricks of his new trade. She was
a patient teacher and Billie found he was a quick and able pupil. He soon
discovered the ways to please his clients with the least possible effort on his
part. For the most part his guests seemed satisfied and more and more
returned to him.

Then, one night Billie's eyes opened wide as he recognised a new client as the
host of one of those daytime TV shock confrontation shows. He remembered
watching one of the shows with Charlie in Edinburgh, when this man had
invited two transsexuals onto the show with a bunch of rabid homophobes.
Charlie had gone ballistic at the time at the cruel and heartless way he had let
the audience taunt the two girls. Billie hadn't quite understood why Charlie
had got quite so angry, but now, of course, it fell into place. Billie
remembered the smug, sanctimonious smile on the host's fake tanned face
when he had turned to the camera at the end of the show and moralised about
the importance of tolerance.

Now this man was here to be one of Billie's clients. The hypocrisy of it
turned Billie's stomach, but maybe there was a way of making him pay a little
for what he had done. Billie walked towards him and smiled sweetly,
stretched out and put his arms around the man's shoulders and kissed him on
the cheek.

"Hello lover", Billie began his now familiar patter. "I'm so pleased to see
you. Let's go and have some fun" Billie squeezed the man's groin, maybe a
little harder than usual, and the man winced.

"Ouch, be careful you bitch, that hurt!"

"Sorry baby, come and let Billie kiss it better" Billie smiled so sweetly, the
man softened and Billie led him towards the bedroom.

Billie didn't see it, of course, but the makeup girl on the man's TV show the
next day had to earn her money covering up a long red weal that ran down his
face. He told her it was from a rose bush in his garden. To the girl it looked
just like a fingernail had been dragged down his cheek. Later, the studio crew
asked him why he was limping and he told them he had fallen down the
stairs.

Billie was punished for this, naturally. He had a beating from one of the thugs
for roughing up a client. The thug took great pleasure in the beating and was
careful not to mark Billie too much were it would show. Carter also reminded
Billie that he was expendable and that she would tolerate no more violence
towards her clients. All in all, Billie considered it had been worthwhile.

Once he'd recovered from the beating he resumed his routine. He had a small
but regular group of clients and they kept him busy four or five nights a week
and sometimes during the day as well. The TV host never came back though.
Billie was fascinated by who his clients were. He recognised two or three of
them. One was a famous footballer, one a politician and one other he thought
he had seen on television. There were two women who asked for him, but
only one became a regular client. Billie preferred her to all the rest. Not that
the men were violent: quite the reverse really, but Billie looked forwards to
the visits from the woman. She was always soft and gentle with Billie and it
was so nice to feel the softness and warmth of a girl's body either beneath or
on top of him rather than the hard, cold masculine bodies.

Billie quickly became completely detached about his clients. They meant
nothing to him and he simply regarded them as a price that he had to pay to be
free. He occasionally saw other girls around the place, but the security guards
always managed to keep him separated from them. The only other person
Billie saw regularly was Monique. Billie looked forwards to her visits as it
gave him the chance to talk to somebody else for an hour or two. Monique
was kind and seemed to like Billie, but would always clam up if he asked
questions about the clinic or the other girls.

Billie had asked for a television and was eventually allowed one, but despite
repeated pleas and some hysterics he was not allowed the computer he
craved. Between his client's visits, the television, the gym and the pool, he
managed to keep himself occupied. There was no escaping the fact though,
that he was a prisoner. He was entirely deprived of the ordinary contact that
we experience every day with people that keeps us sane. He sometimes felt
that he would lose his sanity and he would often cry himself to sleep. But he
always woke thought with the thought of getting out of his prison and going
back to Sam.

It was after about three months that Carter came to see him one evening.

"Billie, we have a new client for you tonight."

Billie didn't get excited.

"I want you to take special care of him. He could be very valuable to me and I
don't want any of your tricks with him. No scratches or violence. Do you
understand?"

Billie was intrigued; Carter had always told him when he was going to see a
new client, but she had never been this intense before.

"OK, I know what to do," said Billie as if he were disinterested, but was now
quite intrigued about who it might be.


Chapter 14


Billie was in the bathroom putting the final touches to his makeup when the
knock came on the door and he called, "Come in, I won't be a moment."
Billie pursed his lips to make sure the lipstick was perfect. He ran his hands
down the silk negligee his instructions had told him to wear and checked his
hair one last time. He heard someone open the door and enter the bedroom.

"Hello Billie" the voice was low and soft with a burr that Billie knew he
would never forget. He spun round and his mouth dropped open. It was
David! Billie began to try to speak but David put his finger to his lips to
keep him quiet. Billie couldn't grasp what was going on. What was David
doing here? Why was he here? David motioned for Billie to follow him into the
bedroom. David closed the door behind them and sat on the edge of the bed.
He kept his finger on his lip to signal silence. He moved closer and put his
arms around Billie and said very quietly into his ear.

"Don't say anything! They may be recording this, so act as if I'm a client.
We're going to get you out of here"

Billie knew the bedroom was bugged but Monique had let slip one day that
the microphone in the bathroom wasn't working. Billie dragged David
straight into the bathroom and closed the door.

"David, what are you doing here? What's going on?" Billie was still totally
confused, his head spinning.

"There's not a lot of time. But I will explain later. We're going to get you out
of here."

Billie's heart leapt at those words.

"How? Who's we?"

"Sam and me, with Charlotte helping as well" he replied.

"How is she? Sam, I mean, is she alright?" Billie was still dazed.

"Oh yes, she's fine. Missing you and wants you back safe and sound."

"But like this? Will she want me like this?" Billie gestured to his body.

"Oh. I think so Billie, I think so. You look," David paused, "well, beautiful,
Billie."

"Can I get out tonight?" Billie was desperate.

"No, it can't be tonight I'm afraid. It's got to be a night when the boss
woman is out."

"Why?" asked Billie.

"Sam's got hold of an old Chinese drug that can make it look as if someone's
having a serious heart attack. We want you to take it so that they have to call a
doctor. If the woman is here then they'll call her instead of an outside
doctor," David explained.

"But they won't call a doctor for me, they'll just leave me," said Billie his
excitement fading.

"Not if I'm here when it happens. They think I could be important to them
because of my father and so if I'm making a hell of a fuss they'll have to do
something. That gives us our chance."

"What about your father? What's he got to do with this? Billie asked
completely confused.

David looked embarrassed. "Well my father's actually quite an important man
in the government. He doesn't come here", he added hurriedly. "But a couple
of his friends apparently know people who do and they introduced me....."
His voice trailed off as he realised how silly that sounded.  "I don't normally
talk about my father to people. It tends to either put them off or make them
into toadies."

"I don't care," said Billie, "I'm just glad you came for me." Billie kissed
David on the lips. "Thank you"

"I was horrified at what happened in Edinburgh. One minute you were there
with me, and the next you had been dragged off and a couple of heavies were
attacking Gus and I. Charlie stood there screaming her head off. When we
got her calmed down all she would say over and over was that Sam would
kill her. We eventually got Charlie to tell the truth and we came down to
London to find Sam. I wasn't going to let anyone treat you like that."

Billie's heart began to beat faster and faster and he pulled David closer to him.

"Do you mean they told you the whole truth?" asked Billie.

David moved his head back and looked Billie in the eye. "Oh yes, I can be
persuasive when I need to be and I got Charlie and Sam to tell me everything
about you."

"And you still wanted to come after me?" Billie asked in bewilderment.

"I really liked you Billie and I felt some responsibility for what happened. I
didn't like the idea of what that woman was doing to you."

This time David leant forward and kissed Billie, "besides I didn't get to finish
what I started in Edinburgh. I can be very persistent until I get what I want"

Billie's eyes widened in surprise at David's words.

"Do you really mean that?" Billie asked, "even now?"

"Oh yes, I really mean it Billie."

"Then there's only one thing we can do" whispered Billie. David looked
puzzled. Billie smiled at  David's confusion. "Give them a recording they'll
remember."

Billie led David into the bedroom and turned the lights down low. David
stood in the middle of the room, uncertain as to what to do. Billie walked over
to him and removed his jacket and placed it on a chair. Billie then loosened
David's tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Billie pushed aside the shirt to see a
broad and muscled torso. Billie began to kiss David's nipples gently and he
felt them grow firmer as he used his tongue and teeth to tease those tender
little nubs.

David grew more certain if what to do now and brought his arms up around
Billie's shoulders to hold him tight. Billie felt so secure wrapped in those
strong arms and looked up into David's eyes.

"You sure about this David?" Billie whispered.

As an answer David tilted Billie's chin upwards and kissed him hard on the
lips. David's tongue darted into Billie's mouth and began to wrap around
Billie's. Billie kissed David back just as hard and they held each other tight.
Their tongues entwined, skating from one mouth to another. Billie pulled the
shirt from David's trousers and threw it to the floor. Billie ran his hands over
David's smooth and well-developed chest, scraping his fingernails along the
clear lines of the muscles on his abdomen.

"That tickles," said David, breaking off from the kiss.

"Well we can't have that, can we?" giggled Billie. He slid his hands down to
David's trousers and felt David's erection through the cloth. "Let's see if we
make you think about something else?"

David laughed, a deep rich sound that melted Billie on the spot. David
suddenly bent down and picked Billie up, one arm beneath his knees and the
other around his shoulders. Billie squealed in surprise and put his arms
around David's neck.

"I know what I'm thinking about," said David as he carried Billie to the bed
as easily as you would a child. He lay Billie on the bed and stood there as if
making a final decision in his mind.

Billie reached up and took David's hand. "David, will you please make love
to me?"

David smiled and nodded. Billie swung his legs to the floor, unbuckled
David's belt and pulled down the zip. The trousers fell to the floor and David
kicked them off. Billie reached out and with trembling fingers slid down
David's white boxer shorts to reveal David's erect penis in all its 8" glory.
The head was already glistening in the light and Billie slid his mouth over the
tip and his tongue began to swirl around the shaft. David moaned slightly as
he watched his cock disappear into Billie's deep red lipsticked mouth. He
shuddered as he felt Billie's tongue caress his aching penis in a way no other
woman had ever been able to do.

"Oh, Billie, don't stop"

Billie carried on taking David to the brink and then sensing the tension rising
from within, easing off to leave David teetering on the brink. This happened
three or four times until David could bear it no longer and withdrew his shaft
from Billie's mouth. David lifted Billie's legs onto the bed and lay down
beside him. Billie felt David's strong hands lift the hem of the nightdress and
then trace their way up over his hips to his breasts.

"It will easier if I get rid of this," said Billie and pulled the nightdress over his
head.

David's hands returned to his breasts and began to fondle them tenderly.
Billie's nipples were now erect from the attention and he desperately wanted
David to suck them. Reading his thoughts, David clamped his mouth to
Billie's aching nipples and began to suckle them hungrily. Billie could not
believe how sensitive they were to David's tongue. He sucked and nipped
until Billie was writhing with the sensations that were coming from his
breasts. David broke off and began to kiss his way slowly down Billie's
body, sliding his tongue into his bellybutton and further down over his belly
until he found Billie's pussy.

David parted the outer lips with his fingers and flicked his tongue inside.
Billie trembled as he felt David's tongue vibrate rapidly inside his pussy. Of
course, none of his clients had performed this service for him, and so this
was the first time he was experiencing what a tongue felt like on his new
pussy. Billie could feel David's tongue exploring inside lapping and probing
gently and then roughly, varying the pressure and intensity to keep Billie
twisting and turning with excitement.

The sensation was exquisite for Billie. Waves of pleasure broke over him as
David intensified his attack. David finally located Billie's clitoris and as
David's tongue touched it, Billie thought he would explode with excitement.
He had never felt something like this. He writhed and squirmed in delicious
abandon as he surrendered himself to David. Billie began to feel a warmth in
his groin and he knew he was close.

"David, David," he murmured, "I need you inside me now!"

David broke off and moved up the bed. He spread Billie's legs wide and
paused to look at Billie's wet pussy open before him. Then he slid his cock
into the waiting tunnel and thrust hard. Billie was taken by surprise at the
force of David's entry and thought he was going to be split in half. David
was now pumping hard and Billie recovered to start moving in time with
David's rhythm.

"Oohh David, David, that feels so good. Fuck me fuck me forever." Billie
shouted.

It felt as if David could go on forever. He was strong and powerful and Billie
could feel David's balls slapping against him as he thrust against him. Billie
could feel David growing bigger inside him and he knew David was close to
his climax.

"Billie. Billie I'm going to cum"

"Yes, yes, yes cum with me, cum with me" screamed Billie as they both
shuddered and came together. David continued to move his cock slowly in
and out, but Billie could now feel him shrinking and soon they stopped
moving and lay together, arms around each other. They savoured the
afterglow of their sex and kissed each other softly and tenderly, murmuring
to each other as they came down from the high they had given each other. For
the very first time Billie had felt what it was like to have a warm and caring
masculine body take him as a woman. Billie knew now that this was what he
wanted. He had not chosen this path, but now he truly knew this was the
way he wanted it to be. He had not been born a woman, but had been made
into one and as he lay there with his arms around David, Billie finally felt he
had found himself.


Chapter 15


The next days passed in a blur for Billie. The heady scent of freedom was
totally intoxicating and Billie could think of nothing else but escape. Clients
came and went and Billie barely noticed. Billie did all that was demanded off
him as he satisfied each client as they queued at his door. Oral, straight, anal,
all his three openings were used and abused repeatedly. In between clients,
Monique saw that Billie seemed distracted, but simply thought it was a
passing phase. Billie longed to confide in somebody but to tell even Monique
would have been fatal. Billie had to bite his lip several times to prevent
himself from blurting out something rash.

Another few days passed and after the euphoria of hope inevitably came the
despair of doubt. Nothing had happened and Billie began to worry that
something had gone wrong. Had David been caught? Had Carter got wind of
the plan? He rationalised that if Carter had discovered what was to happen,
then Billie would have found out quickly enough. Carter would not have
passed up on that chance to make Billie feel even more denigrated.

Billie's mood began to swing from one extreme to another and he realised
that he could not keep up this act for much longer. Billie managed to keep the
clients happy enough but Monique was beginning to look concerned at
Billie's moodiness. The only thought that kept Billie from falling apart
completely in the long sleepless hours was the knowledge that there were
people who loved him enough to risk everything to rescue him from this
servitude.

A week had passed since David's visit and Billie was feeling desperate.
Then, late in the evening, after Billie had thought his last client for the day
had gone, Monique let herself into the apartment.

"Billie cherie, there is someone else to see you."

"No, no," replied Billie feeling his vagina raw from extended use. "I've seen
the last one for tonight. I just can't see anyone else tonight. Tell them to go
away I am in pain."

"But Billie, this one is important. Madame has left word that if this one
arrives at any time you are to see him straight away."

A small bell began to ring in Billie's mind and he wondered just who this
'important one' might be.

"Who is it, Monique?"

"Ma Cherie, you know we do not know their names, but it is the tall one
from last week. The one with the strange accent, from Ecosse."

It must be David. Billie's heart began to pound as he realised that this might
be the day of his freedom.  Excited as he was, he knew that he must remain
calm in front of Monique. Although they had become close, Billie could not
afford to trust her.

"Oh, him!" Billie exclaimed with a sneer in his top lip.

"Why, what's wrong with him?" said Monique. "You seemed very pleased
with him last week."

"No, he smells bad." Said Billie, pulling a face to Monique by pinching his
nose. "But he's Scottish. They probably only shower once a week to save
money."

Monique laughed and carried on brushing Billie's hair, which had now
grown down over his shoulders.

"He wants you to wear the nurses uniform tonight."

"Oh God, not another who wants to play doctors and nurses!"

Billie smiled inwardly at the thought of playing doctors and nurses with
David. Billie had to admit it was an entrancing idea. Billie dressed slowly in a
white silk bra and pants with matching suspender belt and stockings. The
starched white uniform crackled as he drew it up over his body. It was a tight
fit and he left enough buttons open at the top to reveal a generous portion of
his cleavage. He fastened the cap to his hair and wondered just exactly what it
was that made men so excited by nurse's uniforms as he slipped on the three
inch white heels.  He thought it was probably that some men really wanted to
be dominated by a woman and a nurse was in the perfect position to do just
that.

The knock finally came on Billie's door and swaying slightly on his heels
opened the door straight away, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. David
stood at the door, a laconic grin playing along his lips as he watched Billie's
cleavage rise and fall.

"Well, hello again, little nursie, ready for your big operation?" David winked
quickly, and Billie had to hold back a giggle.

"Why, yes Doctor, I'm ready to handle your instruments." Said Billie as he
wrapped his arms around David's neck and drew him into a passionate kiss.
Billie's tongue dived into David's throat and his hand grabbed for David's
groin and he was delighted to find a bulge there already.

"Why, nurse! Is this professional conduct?" Laughed David.

"Oh I'm a pro all right," replied Billie as he continued to knead and squeeze
David through his trousers.

"Maybe I'll just give you a good physical, then," said David, squirming
about under Billie's ministrations.

"Make sure you probe everything properly doctor. Don't stop until you're
totally satisfied," said Billie between kisses.

"I may have to undertake some internal examinations," David said.

"We'll make sure you use the right tool for the job," retorted Billie, struggling
not to laugh. "And I'll make sure your instrument is nice and clean."

David gave up on the innuendo at this point and collapsed into giggles. Billie
jumped up into David's arms and they both burst out laughing.

David carried Billie into the bedroom and threw him down onto the bed. They
made love roughly and noisily this time. Billie tore at David's clothes as
David ripped open the flimsy uniform and Billie wriggled quickly out of his
panties. Billie leant back on the bed and David flung himself on top, pushing
apart Billie's legs and plunging straight into the waiting pussy. They fucked
with animal passion, David slamming into Billie with great long strokes of
his cock as Billie writhed under him, raking his nails down David's back as a
bonfire of lust consumed them. It was brutal and short, as both of them came
together, exploding into their orgasms. Billie shouted out as wave after wave
of pleasure flooded through him, while David grunted as he felt his sperm
torrent into Billie.

Billie squeezed his legs together, trapping David inside him and kept his cock
hard by grinding his hips against David. David responded, moving slowly
against Billie, sending aftershocks through them both until they could take it
no more. David slowly slid from Billie and they lay there for awhile, arms
wrapped around each other, murmuring quietly to each other and revelling in
long slow kisses.

Billie finally summoned up the courage to ask the question he had wanted to
ask all night. "Is it going to happen tonight, David?"

David smiled and kissed Billie gently on the lips.

"Yes, Billie, it's on for tonight. Carter is away and everything is set up."

"What do we have to do?" Asked Billie.

"First of all you have to take this potion," said David as he took a small white
packet from his pocket. "It works pretty quickly, and it works for a short
time only, so we'll have to work quickly. It makes it look like you've had a
heart attack, but you'll remain conscious throughout. You'll be able to hear
OK but not be able to move a muscle."

"OK. When do we go for it?" Asked Billie impatient now to get going.

"Nothing wrong with the present," replied David. "Just mix the powder with
some water and wait a few seconds"

Billie had rushed to get a glass of water, mixed the powder and downed the
potion before David could move.

"I can't feel anything, " said Billie waiting impatiently.

"Wait for it, wait for it. It'll work," said David.

Billie suddenly felt his legs turn to jelly, and he staggered, tried to hold
himself up but slowly crumpled into David's arms. David gently lowered him
to the ground and began to shout at the top of his voice.

"Help, help, I need some help here."

He heard footsteps outside the door and the sound of a key in the lock.

"Quickly, get a doctor, she needs a doctor. Now!" Screamed David.

One of the bodyguards came in, took one look and went pale as he saw Billie
lying twisted on the floor, to all intents dead

"Oh shit," said the guard checking Billie's faint pulse.

"Hurry, call a doctor, man," ordered David.

"I can't, I'm not allowed to."

"I don't care about that. I want a doctor for this girl and now!" barked David.

"But the boss isn't here," stammered the man.

"Well what do you think the boss will say if this girl dies and I am
implicated? I will kick up such a stink you'll see the inside of a prison cell for
a long, long time." David had guessed rightly that the guard had done time
and would not want to go back inside.

"Shit, shit, shit," swore the man. "Stay here with her and I'll call a doctor
we've used before."

"Hurry," shouted David.

David knew that the doctor would be called and wouldn't take long to get
here. They had planned this to perfection. Sam was waiting round the corner
in an ambulance they had 'borrowed' for the night and was listening in to the
clinic's telephone system. A few moments after the call, Sam would drive up,
claim to have heard the call and walk right in. A few minutes later and they
would be on their way out just before the real doctor showed up.

It worked like a charm. The guards were running around like scalded ants,
goaded on by David's bellowing voice shouting for them to hurry up. Doors
were opening up all over the clinic as other clients and girls were disturbed by
the noise and shouting. This was an added bonus, as the building became full
of people running this way and that. Someone had managed to set the fire
alarm off and bells were ringing all over the building. Clients were terrified
that some kind of raid was on and were desperately trying to get our, some in
a state of complete undress. The confusion made it easy for Sam and Bernice
to walk into the clinic dressed as paramedics and wheel their stretcher-trolley
to Billie's room.

Billie could hear everything but as David had said could not move a muscle.
However, he was aware of being lifted on to the stretcher and being wheeled
down the corridor. He could hear David's voice fade away, but he was still
stirring things by shouting 'Police, police' at the top of his voice.

"Won't be long now, Billie," Sam said and Billie wanted to reply but
couldn't.

Billie heard the doors open and by the change in the level of noise he knew
they were outside.

"We're outside now Billie," said Sam and Billie wanted to cheer. A few
seconds later and Billie was lifted on the stretcher into the back of the
ambulance.

"No! Stop! What do you think you're doing? Stop that!" A familiar shrill
voice cut through the air. Carter!

"Hell, what's she doing back!" Sam snarled.

"Bring that stretcher back out of there," Carter screamed.

"Bernice, deal with her," Billie heard Sam say. "And I'll start the engine."

All Billie heard were a shrill scream and a thud as something hit the floor
close by.

"In case you're wondering, Billie, Bernice has just kicked Carter in a place
that will stop her breaking in new girls for a long time."

Billie tried to laugh and a small squeak emerged.

"Ah, so you're back with us are you darling? Won't be long now." Billie felt
Sam kiss him and his heart leapt as the ambulance picked up speed.


Chapter 16


David and Sam had rented a large flat just off the Fulham Road. It was
obviously expensive and Billie had no doubt that David's wealthy father was
the source of the money.

Billie slept soundly  for a couple of days after the escape. Sam said that the
drug would take that time to wear off but that there would be no after effects.
Billie gradually began to feel better, and he finally began to take notice of his
surroundings. The flat was on the third floor of an old house and was
beautifully furnished with three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a huge living
room with a picture window that looked out over the rooftops. The setting
sun streamed into the room casting a wonderful golden brown light over
everything.

Billie was finding it hard to cope with all that had happened to him in such a
short time and all he really wanted was some rest and recuperation. Sam and
David made sure he was well looked after. Sam was also staying in the flat
but David came in to visit every day. Billie began to realise that he was in
love with both of them, and that he might be forced to choose between one of
them soon. But how could he choose? He loved them both in completely
different ways and could not bear the thought of losing either.

About a week after the escape, Sam cooked dinner for the three of them. She
made them a superb Thai curry, which they washed down with a couple of
bottles of wonderful Chablis that David brought with him. The conversation
had flowed smoothly between them, each picking up cues from each other as
they chatted and laughed their way through the meal. Billie had to catch up on
a lot of gossip and news because of his confinement. They laughed until they
cried at Billie's surprise at what had happened while he was away.

They sat in the living room drinking coffee and brandy. Eventually they fell
silent as the sun dipped behind the rooftops, leaving them in the dark
shadows. Sam rose to put on some music and the sound of Nina Simone
wrapped around them from some hidden sound system. Billie was sitting on
one of the massive sofas and Sam came back and sat next to him to watch the
last of the light disappear. David switched on some background lights and
they sat listening to the music. Billie felt so content and happy to be
surrounded by these two people. Billie reached out for Sam's hand and
entwined their fingers together. Sam lifted their linked hands and kissed the
back of Billie's fingers.

"It was the thought of you that kept me going you know," said Billie.

"I never stopped thinking of you either," replied Sam.

"I don't think I would have made it without your love," said Billie.

Sam kissed Billie's fingers again and snuggled closer into Billie's shoulder.

"I've missed you so much," said Sam and she leaned across and kissed
Billie. Her tongue flicked into Billie's mouth and Billie responded by
plunging his tongue deep into Sam's mouth. Their arms wrapped around
each other and they threw themselves at each other with a deep hunger. Billie
began to undo Sam's blouse as she kissed his neck. Sam's hands found their
way under Billie's skirt and began to stroke his thighs above the stockings he
was wearing.

"Can I join in?" David had moved to the other side of Billie who turned away
from Sam to kiss him. Sam by now had her hands inside Billie's panties and
was probing his pussy with her fingers, gently rubbing and probing his
pussy lips. Meanwhile, as David kissed Billie he undid Billie's silk blouse
and opened it to expose his lace-covered breasts. Billie was now unsure
whose hands were doing what to him but he did know that he did not want it
to stop. David had now begun to kiss and suckle Billie's hardening nipples
through the lace bra, while Sam was now rubbing Billie's clitoris between
her fingers.

Billie moved his hands down to David's groin and felt his erection hard
within his trousers. Billie fumbled with the zip and David's cock was free.
Billie broke the kiss with David and moved his mouth down onto the
straining erection. Billie slipped it into his mouth and began to swirl his
tongue around the shaft. Licking and kissing the entire length, Billie could
feel David begin to tense and he slowed the pace to keep David from coming
too early.  Somehow Sam had managed to slide Billie's panties off and now
she buried her face into Billie's pussy. Sam's tongue began to dart in and out
leaving Billie instantly writhing with pleasure. She was driving him to the
heights of ecstasy.

Billie opened his eyes to see Sam had taken off her skirt and David was busy
fingering her pussy, making Sam moan aloud as she ate Billie. They stayed
like this for a few minutes, each giving pleasure to another; almost
transmitting their feelings onto the next one, doubling and trebling the
pleasure given and received.

Billie could feel David was getting close but Billie desperately wanted David
to come inside him. Billie stopped letting the cock slip from his lips before
lying on the floor. The others took the hint as Billie's skirt was hitched up
around his waist and his blouse was wide open exposing his breasts. David
slid down and almost immediately entered Billie's moist vagina. David started
with such powerful thrusts that Billie thought his long since healed wounds
would burst. Sam straddled Billie and lowered her pussy onto his face.
Billie's tongue immediately began to lick and suck Sam. Quickly finding her
clitoris he began to vibrate his tongue and he could feel the results as Sam
began to shudder above him.

David continued to fuck Billie but began to slow, as he too wanted to prolong
this pleasure. With deep and long strokes David slowed his pace right down
to let Billie enjoy every second. Billie was now beside himself. His tongue
was mirroring every stroke of David's and it seemed that the three of them
had become one, whatever pleasure was being given to one was felt by the
other two.

Billie came to the brink so many times but David just wouldn't let him go
over. Then, Billie felt David suddenly tense, and he knew it was close.
Billie's tongue drove harder and deeper into Sam and as David arched his
back to pump his sperm into Billie. Sam groaned and spasmed. Lying
beneath them both, Billie felt the power of their orgasms and as he came a
few seconds later he felt he'd had three simultaneous orgasms.

That night the three of them shared a bed for the first time, and it seemed they
would never run out of variations to pleasure each other. Tongues and fingers
mixed with David's cock to make a sexual cocktail that seemed to have no
end.

It was a wondrous time for Billie. Some nights he would spend with David,
others with Sam. Occasionally they would all share the same bed to repeat the
experience of that first time. Billie, of course, knew that this would never
last, but he preferred to forget about the decisions he hoped he would not
make.

Billie was desperate to go out again and at first Sam was adamant that this
couldn't happen. Carter has already shown that she could use force to get her
way but Billie had been a prisoner for long enough and had insisted on
leaving the flat for longer and longer periods.

Several weeks had passed when he felt that simply had to get out. In
desperate need of some of the latest fashions, Billie decided to do some
serious shopping in London's West End. Billie planned to be away from the
flat for the whole day. However, about lunchtime, Billie decided he'd had
enough of the heaving sweaty masses in their pursuit of the ultimate bargain
and he decided to head home. It was a short ride in a taxi and he was soon
back outside the flat in the Fulham road.

Carrying his packages, Billie walked quickly up the two flights of stairs and
unlocked the door to the flat. Billie caught sight of himself in the large hall
mirror and he paused to examine his reflection. He still could not pass a
mirror without being astounded at what he saw. He kicked off his stilettos,
laid his handbag on the small table placed neatly beneath the mirror and gazed
in wonder at the sight that met his eyes.

Looking straight back at him was a breathtakingly beautiful woman.
Sometimes Billie had to move his hand to his face to convince himself that it
was his face there in the mirror. His blonde hair tumbled elegantly down past
his shoulders now. As he gently moved his head, the golden mane shivered
and rippled like wind moving through a summer cornfield. His eyebrows
were exquisitely arched like any model and highlighted his pale blue eyes that
glittered like diamond chips. Luscious thick eyelashes and dark eyeshadow
framed his eyes and a delicately shaped nose sat between aristocratically
chiselled cheekbones.  His long red nails that had taken so long to get used to
were his own and not the artificial  kind he had used at the clinic.

Billie tilted his head sideways and turned slightly to his profile and as always
his eyes were drawn to his crimson pouting lips. Billie could not resist
poking the tip of his tongue out and seductively licking his lips. It never
failed to make him feel so sexy to see that little flash of pink sliding along
between bright red lipstick.

Satisfied at last, he tore his eyes away from the mirror and walked further
down the hallway past the bedrooms towards the lounge. As he drew nearer
he could hear Sam's voice, and he smiled in anticipation of seeing her again.
But, he could now hear two voices, Sam's and a deep male voice. It must be
David. Billie was momentarily disturbed because he knew he was going to
have to choose soon between Sam and David. Then Billie heard something
that froze him in his tracks.

"But David, if you really love me you'd do this just for me," said Sam. Her
voice now came clearly through the slightly opened door.

"I do love you, Sam, but do I have to do this to prove it?" David's reply was
petulant.

Billie moved silently forward on tiptoes up to the door and peeked inside. His
eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene in front of him. Sam stood in
the middle of the room, naked as a jaybird, except for the strap on phallus
that jutted from her groin. Kneeling on all fours in front of her was David.
He was wearing a matching bright red bra and panties. Sheer black stockings
encased his legs, stretched taut by the matching suspender belt he wore. On
his feet were a pair of 3" heels while full makeup and a page boy wig
softened his face

Billie's hand flew to his mouth as he watched the sight in front of him. He
felt dizzy and had to lean against the doorframe to stop himself falling over.
Neither Sam nor David had seen him yet, so engrossed were they with each
other. Billie stepped back a fraction to where he could still see clearly yet be
out of their line of sight.

"David, I promise I'll be gentle," said Sam. Her voice was soft and
seductive, "if it hurts you, I'll stop."

Sam dropped to her knees behind David. Billie could see David begin to say
something but he stopped as Sam reached around him and began to rub him
through the front of his panties.

"Oooohhhh, Sam I love you, I love you," he groaned and Billie could see the
erection growing inside the wisp of red silk.

Billie watched as Sam leaned forward to kiss David's back as she hooked her
fingers through the edges of the panties. Slowly and sensuously she slid
them down over David's hips and down to the floor. He raised his knees
from the floor and the panties slid off completely. Sam pushed David's legs
further apart with her knees and Billie could see David's cock fully erect
now. Sam moved closer to David and Billie could see the phallus glistening
in the light with lubrication.

Sam began to kiss David's back and then she moved further down until her
tongue was lapping around David's asshole. He tensed once as her tongue
licked and probed, but Sam's hand snaked around to grasp David's cock yet
again, and he began to move backwards pressing her tongue deeper into him.
Billie could not tear his eyes away as Sam continued to use her tongue and
hands to tease and tantalise David.

Suddenly, Sam released David's cock, perhaps sensing that he was now
sufficiently aroused and ready for her. She moved upright and shuffled on
her knees so that the strap-on was sliding up and down the crack between
David's buttocks. He tensed again as he felt the hardness of it against him
and Sam rubbed her hands up and down his back, massaging him gently until
he relaxed.

"Don't worry, my angel, I won't hurt you," she cooed as she began to rub
the strap-on harder and harder between his cheeks.

Suddenly, she slipped the tip of the phallus into his tight entrance and Billie
saw David's head snap up as he felt the head penetrate him. His mouth
formed a big O and Billie swore he could see fear in David's wild eyes. Sam
knew what she was doing and moved the head back out again. Time and
again she pushed the head in and out, working it slightly deeper each time.
David was now becoming really agitated as the strapon began to disappear
deeper and deeper into him. Billie started fingering himself as he could see
how aroused David was becoming.  Fear had turned into lust and David
began to push backwards onto the phallus as the sensations from his body
overwhelmed him.

Sam now began to fuck him in earnest. She was becoming more aggressive
in her movements and they found a rhythm that united them in their passion.
Sam was now in complete control and she varied the speed and depth of her
thrusts as if she instinctively knew just how to take David to the edge and
hold him there. Billie could not believe that David, who had been so strong
and forceful with him, could now be so dominated by Sam. David's body
was now utterly compliant to Sam's desires and Billie knew just how much
control Sam could exert over others.

"Tell me how much you want to be fucked, you whore." Sam's voice was
like a whiplash.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder, harder" David grunted the words as
Sam slammed the fake cock into him.

Billie could see David was now fast approaching a climax and as Sam thrust
deeper and harder than ever, David erupted into orgasm that spurted onto the
floor.

"OOOOhhhhhh, OOOOOOOhhhhhh." He moaned as his body was wracked
by a shattering orgasm.

Sam swiftly slipped out of him, flipped David onto his back and took his still
hard cock into her mouth to suck the last drops of his cum. She let his cock
slip from her mouth and moved up his body to kiss him and to make him
drink his own cum from her mouth.

"You bitch, you never told me you'd do that." He managed to say.

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it. You loved it; you really loved being fucked
like a woman. It's what you've wanted for a long time dressed like a little slut
and being fucked up the arse. You've been looking for someone like me all
your life, David. Well, now you've found me, but you're mine now, and
don't you ever forget it."

David hung his head and Billie could tell that Sam had judged her man to
perfection.

"Get up now" she commanded, gentler now than before. "Put your panties
back on. I want to see how you look with some lipstick on that pretty little
face."

"But what about Billie?" Asked David.

"What about her?"

"What will happen when she finds out about us?"

"Well she won't if you keep that little mouth of yours closed will she?"
snapped Sam.

Billie's blood was beginning to run ice-cold in his veins.

"And after I've found out where she stashed the copy of the file she took
from Carter, I'll give her to one of the boys as a toy."

Billie's head started to spin, and he grabbed the door again for support.

"How do you know she made a copy?" said David.

"You've heard her, David. She's always babbling on about the first law of
computing. Back up everything. She says it all the time."

Sam's words went through Billie like a rapier. He knew though that he had to
escape now, before it was too late. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as
he quietly tiptoed his way back down the hallway. Carter had been right after
all about Sam. The dirty rotten little cow thought Billie as he closed the flat
door behind him and slipped his shoes back on.  He headed out into the night
his mind reeling, searching desperately for a plan that would wreak revenge
upon them all.

Don't get mad, get even

Finally, he knew what he was going to do. He first of all visited the left
luggage office at Victoria station where he retrieved a black bag that held a
laptop computer.

'Hello old friend,' thought Billie, 'good job I decided to drop you off here
before I went looking for Sam.'

Billie quickly booted the computer as he had a cappuccino in the station
coffee shop. It still had some battery life left and Billie quickly opened his e-
mail program. There, lying untouched in the sent folder was a copy of the file
he had sent to Sam all that time ago.

Billie had bought some cheap memory sticks on the way and quickly made several
copies of the file. He had also bought some strong brown envelopes and it
took him a little while to address them all and place a stick in each. He
bought some stamps and walked to the post box on the station concourse. He
smiled as he read each address before he dropped them in....The Daily
Mirror, The Sun, The Times, The Guardian, The Daily Mail........

Billie now walked to the public telephones and made a call to the news editor
of each of the newspapers. He told them that a memory stick was coming their
way which might be of interest. He also suggested that they check out the
links between the Carter Clinic, a burnt out club called the Tropicana and the
son of a certain cabinet minister. Sex, politics and violence was a mixture he
knew no newspaper could resist.

Billie wasn't quite finished with the telephone. He dialled a number he had
committed to memory some time ago. The phone rang several times and he
was ready to hang up when a soft lilting Scottish voice answered.

"Is that Lucy who works in the shoe shop in Prince's Street? I wonder if you
remember me? My name is Billie and you said to call if I ever needed a
friend." Billie had enjoyed Scotland and wouldn't mind at all going
back........