Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2015 09:33:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Benjamin Lattanzio Subject: Fem Firm 3 FEM FIRM 3: THE RETURN OF FRANKIE PART 1 THE BLACKOUT Over the next couple of months, it was pretty much business as usual at the Firm. You know, depositions, court filings, motions, hot sloppy blow jobs and ass destroying anal sex (Thanks Angela!).Not to mention Friday Fuckfests. But since I started working here everyone seems to be in a better mood than when I first started. I guess it has something to do with the fact that they know that my ass and mouth are available at a moment's notice for whom ever may need it. One Tuesday two weeks ago, for example, I got fucked four times and gave five blowjobs! Phew! Just thinking of that makes my ass sore. But I'm not complaining! As I relate this, things have changed for me in a big way. But that's something I'll get to later. The events leading up to it need to be told first. (Hold your water, girls!) Last Wednesday, just as I'd returned from lunch with Veronica,(she and I are roomies now, by the way. More on that later too,) Cynthia told me that Debra wanted to see me in her office as soon as I returned from lunch. "She probably wants her blow job early today", Veronica said. "I don't think so", Cynthia said. "She has a guest in her office" "A client?" "I don't think so." "Then who?" I was a bit nervous now. "I really don't know, Ben. I do know that she's gorgeous." "A woman?" "Did you suddenly forget where you work?", Cynthia asked sarcastically. Right then the phone rang and Cynthia went about her business. "I wonder what this could be about? , I asked Veronica, not really expecting an answer. She shrugged her shoulders and frowned a bit but offered nothing of comfort to me. As I walked down to Debra's office I was somewhat nervous to say the least. Had I screwed up a filing or something? Was I being fired? I hoped not. I softly knocked on the door and could swear I distinctly heard someone on the other side say "That must be her now". I didn't know what to make of that. I opened the door and saw Debra sitting at her desk then entered and saw one of the most beautiful creatures I'd ever laid eyes on. She was light blonde, almost platinum, her hair in waves about her gorgeous face and shoulders. Her rather large breasts were barely contained in the impossibly tight spaghetti strap pink dress she wore which barely covered her ass. She wore sheer flesh toned stockings and pink high heeled pumps. She was every man's wet dream. But what was even hotter was the fact that she was in Debra's office which could only mean one thing: she was a man. She looked at me with a slight, sly, knowing smile. "Hello, Ben", she said in a slightly breathy voice. "This is Isabella, Ben. She's an old friend of mine "Old? How dare you,Debra", Isabella said with a smirk. Debra laughed and asked me to sit down. "She stayed slim. That's a plus wouldn't you say Deb?" Isabella never took her eyes from me as she said it. "She" again. "Yes, she sure has", Debra said. Then turning to me, "what do you weigh now, dear?" "I don't know." I was beginning to get really nervous now. What was this all about? And what was all this 'she' and 'her' crap. "I'd say about 140 give or take five pound", Isabella said, looking me up and down. "We could get her into an eight." I looked quizzically at Debra but she offered no solace, just a sort of blank knowing smile that really worried me. Who was this Isabella? Why was she even here? Forgetting the 'she' reference, what did she mean by 'stayed slim'? She said it as if she knew me. As I said, being in Debra's office most assuredly meant that she was a man, I never really knew any sissy boys around that time either. I was in sort of a trance by now as Isabella and Debra spoke as if I wasn't in the room. "What color do you think her hair should be, Isabella?" "I see her as a redhead." "Me too." It was time to get to the bottom of this. "May I ask what this is all about, Debra?' At that point, Isabella turned to me and said," I'm surprised and somewhat hurt that you don't remember me." She paused, "Brittany." I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it. Was it true? "It's me,Ben," she said as she tossed her hair. "It's me, Frankie", she said as calm as could be. It seemed impossible. How could this gorgeous shemale be Frankie? Then I noticed the scar she had on her right hand where she'd gotten stitches after falling off her bike. She cried to me later that she was afraid it wouldn't heal right and that she be too heavily scarred. Yea, it was Frankie all right but I was just utterly amazed. "Debra and I have had quite a few discussions about you. How long are you going to continue this charade, Brittany? You know and I know you're really a girl. Why do you fight it? It's who you are and you know it. Remember when we were young boys playing with our mothers clothes and make-up how we would talk about being girls when we were older. How we would have big tits and the boys would all want us. Don't you remember?" The fact was, I did remember. But I'd blocked it out of my mind and the desires waned until I came to work at the Firm. She was right I had been in denial. It all came back to me the moment I first took Debra's cock in my mouth during my first interview. Up until then, the only cock I'd ever had was Frankie's, or should I say Isabella. I sat in the chair staring straight ahead contemplating what all this meant. Isabella was right, I did have very strong feminine desires. I know that sexually, since I started working at the Firm, I'd become a woman. I had no real desire to fuck anybody anymore. I'd become a total cocksucking bottom and I loved it. I knew no matter what, that was not going to change. "Ben, are you ok?", Debra asked. "Yea, it's just a lot to digest in a short period of time.