Annabel's Story

by Annabel Naismith

 

Saturday dawned. I rose and swung my legs out of bed I realised I was unable to straighten my ankles and last night's stockings were round my ankles the 6 inch heels were still locked in place. I slipped off my short nightdress and put on a clean bra and panties then fastened my stockings to the garters which hung from my corset and then a white blouse and a black skirt. I was set for another working day. I was still very concerned what Helen was going to say about the events of the previous evening.

Unusually, Helen did not rise early. 8 girls had demolished 18 bottles of wine the previous evening and Helen had certainly had her share.

I cleaned up the kitchen and living room and hand-washed my petticoats and maid's dress. I waited until the time was 10 o'clock. Then I decided to see if I could get Helen anything. I knocked on her door and waited.

"Helen," I called, "would you like some tea or coffee?"

"Back coffee and my headache tablets." Helen was not her usual self.

I made the coffee and found the tablets, which I took to Helen on a small tray.

"Good morning, Mistress Helen." I said as I entered her room and set the tray on the cabinet by her bed.

"How the hell are you so happy this morning?" asked Helen grumpily.

"I was on duty yesterday evening." I replied. I didn't want to gloat over the fact that was the only one who had not been drinking.

"Bloody funny duty." Helen was referring to my performance at the party the previous evening when I had been violated by an enormous dildo in front of 8 drunken women.

"I am so sorry about that," was all I could manage to think of to say.

"A lot of good being sorry is going to be. I don't know how I can go into work with everyone knowing I give house-room to a cross-dressing, submissive, lesbian pervert."

I was really worried about my position. "Would you like me to go?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes," Helen paused, "and no. Annabel, we do need to discuss your future but for Christ's sake not now. Just give me an hour or so. I'll be fine when the tablets start to work. And if you start up that bloody vacuum cleaner, I'll tear you limb from limb. Just be quiet and go."

An hour or so passed before Helen came out of her room.

"Annabel, please get me another black coffee," she said as she entered the living room. I went and made the coffee.

"There you are Helen," I said handing it to her. "How are you feeling now?"

"Pretty bloody. How much wine did we get through last night?"

"I'm not sure," I lied, "about 15 or 16 bottles I should guess."

"Bloody hell." Helen sipped her coffee. "I shudder to think what Jackie thought of last night. You know she's the Senior Vice President of the corporation for Europe? She's the top manager in Europe. I'd better go and phone her. I hope to god she doesn't feel like I do. Mind you she has a reputation for being able to drink when she needs to, so maybe she'll be OK."

Helen finished her coffee and went back to her room to make the call.

I was still feeling very anxious about the situation. I had made a dreadful exhibition of myself and embarrassed Helen. I just wanted to find a hole I could crawl into.

About 20 minutes later Helen returned to the living room.

"Well Annabel," Helen still looked cross. "Jackie said she had never seen a display like that. And she's seen some things, I can tell you. She's been all round the world, not just through work. She and her husband go to all sorts places, you know Amsterdam, Hamburg, not to mention the Far East. She described what she witnessed as the most despicable act of animal, sexual debauchery she had ever seen." Helen paused, then continued. "She also said she thought it was great fun and when will I be putting on an entertainment like that again." I was still really worried and then the last sentence slowly dawned.

"So Jackie's not angry," I queried.

For the first time that morning Helen smiled. "Oh no, thank goodness. She really enjoyed it. And, as she pointed out, everyone there was an adult, no-one got hurt and we all had fun. You had fun didn't you?

"Oh yes, in a way it was dream come true," I reassured Helen. "I'm not sure about Becky though. She was very drunk and I hope she wasn't embarrassed. She seemed a bit quiet when she left last night."

"Well a least she works for herself, so she won't get the sack," observed Helen.

"Changing the subject, Annabel," continued Helen, "I think we do need to talk. I love having you around and I cannot fault your work. But you are living out your fantasy. You cannot live a fantasy world for ever. You need to get a proper job and I need to get a proper man. I love the way you make love to me but we really aren't compatible for a long-term relationship. I'm too old for one thing."

This was something I had been dreading hearing. I had had a feeling it would only be a matter of time until Helen grew tired of having me around.

"You were working in accounts before you came here, weren't you Annabel?"

"Yes, that's right," I confirmed.

"Well, we need a temporary person to work in accounts. If you don't mind starting on a trial basis, you can start on Monday. If you do well in the trial, there will be a proper permanent contract. You can rent your room here. You'll have to pay rent of course, so I get some money back on all the clothes I've bought for you. How does that sound?"

"It sounds wonderful but I haven't got any of my clothes for work. I'll need to go back to London to collect my suits and shirts and things."

"But why don't you go to work as Annabel? Everyone else in our accounts department is a girl. Ian would never be accepted like Annabel would."

"Could I? I'd love to but I'd never get away with it."

"Trust me. What is the worst thing that could happen? Even if they knew you were really a guy, they wouldn't mind. If you react to them the way you have to everyone you have met this week, you will have no problem." Helen paused. "And don't forget you are well in with the boss."

"But what will I wear?"

Helen laughed gently. "Just like a girl, worried about she's going to wear. Today is Saturday; the mall is open today and tomorrow, why don't you phone Becky and see if she will go shopping with you. I know she loves shopping but she never has very much money to spend on clothes because she lives on her own in her flat. She doesn't make too much money from hairdressing, you see."

"You don't think that would be a bit forward?"

"Annabel, after what she did to you yesterday?" Helen did have a point.

"Go on Annabel. Give her a call. I know she really likes you."

I called the number Helen gave me.

"Hello."

"Hello is that Becky"

"Yes this is Becky. Who is this?"

"Erm, it's Ian, you know, Annabel." There was a pause on the other end of the phone line.

"Oh, Annabel. Hi. God you sound like a guy on the phone but a girl when I see you in a dress. Isn't that weird? Are you OK? I am so, so sorry for what I did to you yesterday. I didn't hurt you did I? I don't know what came over me. Oh god I'm talking rubbish."

"No it didn't hurt too much," I said. "The reason why I called is because Helen has offered me a job."

"But I know that. You're her maid."

"Yes, but she has offered me a job in the accounts department where she works."

"That's great but where do I fit in." Becky still sounded puzzled.

"Well I need to go shopping and I thought you might come along and help me."

"Are you saying you're going to work in an office as a girl?"

"That's the plan"

"Oh Annabel, that's brilliant. So you need skirts and blouses and things for the office?"

"That's right."

"You called the right girl. I'll pick you up in 10 minutes and we'll shop till we drop!"

"Thanks Becky. You're wonderful."

We exchanged goodbyes and I put the phone down.

"She's coming round now," I told Helen.

"I knew she'd be keen. She could go shopping for England. It's not very warm out. You had better borrow a coat."

Helen went to the closet and came back with a plain black knee-length coat

"Oh god, you're still in those shoes! You won't want to go shopping in them." Helen bent down and unlocked the locks on the ankle straps of my 6 inch heels. I left the straps fastened as I went upstairs to change into my other shoes.

It was not long before Becky rang at the front door.

"Hi Annabel, I just need to talk to Helen for a minute," she said when I opened the front door to her. Becky went into the living room shutting the door behind her, so I did not hear the conversation. A few minutes later she emerged.

"OK Annabel, let's hit those shops!"

"'Bye Helen," I called and we left the house.

As we walked to the car, Becky told me why she needed to talk to Helen.

"I just had to apologise to Helen after last night to make sure she wasn't cross with me. I don't know what came over me. Well, actually I do," she added. "It's all your fault, you little tease."

"*My* fault! What did I do?" I asked innocently.

"You looked so gorgeous with those long legs and that take-me-now dress on. If I was a bloke I would have raped you in the closet before you had even hung my coat up." We reached Becky's car and we both got in. "I thought I did quite well to last an hour before I attacked you. Are you sure you are alright about it?"

"Well, if I had had time to think about letting you attack me with that dildo in front of all those girls, I don't think I would have let you. But I enjoyed it and I know Linda did; I thought she was going to have an orgasm the way you were pushing me into her. Helen's boss, you know Jackie, wanted to know when we will be doing it again so she can come and watch."

"Yes Helen told me that. She made it sound like Jackie thought it was the best erotic entertainment she's ever seen."

It was not far to the shopping mall and we discussed the things I would need for the next week and by the time we pulled into the car park, Becky had made a mental note of everything I would need.

Firstly, I had to get cash from the bank's cash machine. My credit card still said Mr Ian Naismith, so there would be obvious embarrassment if I tried to pay with my credit card dressed the way I was. Becky said I would need my ears pierced otherwise there would be hardly any earrings I could wear. I was a bit apprehensive as I thought it would be painful. She assured me it was no worse than a hospital injection.

Becky took me to the shop where she and her friends had their ears pierced. There was a group of girls who must have been 10 or 11 waiting while two of them had their ears pierced. When it was my turn, the assistant sat me down and started talking about the style of earrings I might like to try to distract me while she pierced the first ear. I was more startled by the sudden pop of the gun than the pain of the piercing being done. Then she repeated the process on my other ear.

Becky had decided to get the small things first. "You don't want to be trying on rings and bracelets when you are carrying loads of clothes and shoes."

So firstly, we went to Becky's favourite jewellers. I needed a watch and some jewellery, rings, bracelets and earrings. I had not thought about spending money on these items but I knew as soon as Becky had told me that they were essential.

After the jewellers we went to select cosmetics. Becky gave me suggestions for different shades of nail varnish, lipstick and eye shadow and promised to try out some different looks the next time she did my hair.

Next on Becky's list were shoes and handbags (or purses as they are known in USA). I thought I would only need one handbag but Becky persuaded me that I would need one for the day and another for the evening "as a minimum".

If I was still Ian, I would only have needed one pair of shoes for work and they would be good for the evening. As Annabel, however, I was going to need "at least" three pairs for work and a couple more pairs for the evening. I could imagine this was going to use up a large amount of the cash I had drawn. Becky, however, knew several shops that sold reasonably priced shoes that were good enough quality, so it was not as expensive as it might have been.

So by the time we started to get the outfits for the week, we were carrying five pairs of shoes and a couple of other bags as well.

"I am OK for panties and bras," I told Becky. "Helen bought me several last week."

"OK, so you will just need skirts, tops and two waist slips and tights or stockings."

"Waist slips?" I queried.

"Yeah, they make your skirt hang properly and not stick to your legs and ride up. Plus they feel nice and silky next to your legs if you aren't wearing tights."

It was quite busy in the mall and Becky said I should try things on. Fortunately, she knew which shops had communal changing rooms and which had individual ones, so I was spared from stripping to my corset in front of other people.

Eventually, after three hours of hectic shopping, in addition to the shoes and handbag, I had bought five skirts, suitable for wearing in an office, a black sheath dress for wearing out in the evening, several tops and jumpers, two slips and several pairs of tights (pantyhose). Becky reminded me that I would be sitting at a desk all day and it would be difficult to concentrate on my work and keeping my knees together, so she suggested that the skirts for work were at least knee length. I bought a couple of straight pencil skirts, one plain black and one in a pin-stripe; there was a long black skirt with a slit up the back and I also bought a straight red skirt and an A-line dark grey skirt. I also bought a three quarter length black leather coat, which had been reduced in an end of season sale. As a thank you to Becky I bought her a dress which she had said that she liked. It was red with spaghetti straps a tight bodice and flared skirt that reached 3 or 4 inches above the knee. She was delighted with the dress and said she would wear it when we went out together.

"So, when are we going out?" asked Becky as we struggled back to the car with all our purchases.

"What about tomorrow evening, maybe to a movie," I suggested. "But I don't know what's on."

"That sound good," said Becky. "You won't what to be out too late though, it's work on Monday."

We reached the car and loaded all the bags and packages into it.

When we got back to Helen's house, we unpacked the car and Becky helped me carry all the packages into the living room.

Helen was impressed. "I told you Becky could shop for England. I shudder to think what all this must have cost. Still, I know Becky and I would probably have spent twice as much to get all these clothes and shoes."

"Helen," I said. "Is it OK if I go to the movies with Becky tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course you can. You're a big girl now," said Helen with a smile.

"What time shall I pick you up?" asked Becky, "How about 4 o'clock, then we can get something to eat."

"That sounds great," I replied.

I saw Becky to the front door. "Thanks for your help today, you were fantastic," I said giving her a hug and a quick kiss.

"I enjoyed it. I love shopping and thanks for the dress. I'll wear it for you tomorrow." With that she closed the door and was gone.

I returned to the living room to collect all my shopping and take it to my room.

"Annabel," said Helen, "as you have had a free day today, would you mind being on duty this evening. I shall be entertaining a gentleman friend."

"Yes mistress." I was so keen to be Annabel the office girl that I had forgotten that I was still Annabel the maid. "What would you like me to do?"

"Just be a waitress at the dinner table and clear up the kitchen when I have finished cooking. After dinner there might be other things you could help with. We'll see when the time comes. Please wear your maids dress and the shoes with the three inch heels. Jim knows the scenario, with you being a boy living out a fantasy as a maid. He won't be judgmental, he's very open-minded."

I was a bit apprehensive because this would be the first time that I would be meeting a man in a social situation as Annabel; everyone else I had met was a woman. In the meantime, I had a lot to do unpacking and putting away all the purchases I had made that day.

Having sorted out all the clothes and accessories I needed a bath. I asked Helen to untie the laces on the corset I had been wearing. After the bath, I put on my gaff, panties and a bra, and a robe then I took my corset down to Helen so she could tighten the laces for me. Then I went back upstairs to put on my petticoats, maid's dress and 3 inch high heels ready for my evening's work.

Jim rang at the door a few minutes after 8 o'clock. He was a tall athletically built man of about 40, wearing a dark brown jacket and open neck shirt. He had a lovely bouquet of flowers in one hand and a large bottle of wine.

"Good evening, sir," I greeted him.

"Hello, you must be Annabel." He looked at me with interest. "You are much prettier than I expected."

"Thank you, sir," I said genuinely surprised by the compliment, "would you come this way," as I showed him into the living room. "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, perhaps you would like to open this and I'll have a glass when Helen is ready."

I took the wine to the kitchen and told Helen that Jim was in the living room.

"Good," she said, "dinner is nearly ready. I have put the food into serving dishes, can you bring them through when I ask you."

"Yes that is fine," I could see this was going to be easy. Helen, as usual, was very organised and there was going to be nothing more complicated than carrying food that she had already prepared through to the dining table.

Helen went through to Jim while I uncorked the wine bottle and poured two glasses. I put them on a small tray and carried them through to Helen and Jim.

"Ah good, the wine," said Jim cheerfully taking a glass. He waited until I had passed a glass to Helen, then raised his glass. "Your very good health."

"Cheers," said Helen and they both took a sip of wine. "Annabel, I think we are ready for the food now."

Helen and Jim sat at the dining table and I went to get the food. They lit the three candles on the candle holder while I was bringing the dishes of food to the table.

"Annabel, will you turn the lights off please and tidy up the kitchen while we eat," said Helen. "I'll call you when we have finished." I turned off the light and left them to their candle-lit dinner.

While they were eating, I busied myself cleaning the kitchen and doing some ironing.

Eventually I was called to clear the table and bring the desert. While they ate the desert, I prepared coffee, which I brought through as they were finishing eating. I left the coffee pot and the table and went back to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes and the ironing.

I could hear the sound of soft music and I guessed that Helen and Jim were canoodling in the living room. After 20 minutes or so, Helen came into the kitchen wearing her skirt and a camisole, her blouse having been removed.

"Annabel, darling," she said seductively, "would you like to join us." I put the iron down on its stand and Helen flicked the switch on the wall to turn it off, then she took my hand and led me into the living room. Jim was sitting on the settee wearing his boxers and a smile and not a lot else.

"Now Annabel, let's see how my little maid would take care of her master."

Helen left me in no doubt what was expected. I knelt in front of Jim and looked up at him briefly. He smiled in anticipation. I carefully put my hands into the front of his boxers and pulled out his hard penis. I rubbed it gently and then kissed it. I licked the tip and then licked the length. It was probably about average size, possibly a little larger than average. After a few seconds of licking the length, I took the tip into my mouth and sucked on it. He sat passively while I sucked his cock, just stroking my hair gently. Helen had taken off her skirt and sat down next to Jim. She pulled his hand onto her legs. I glanced over and saw she was wearing stockings and a garter belt. I could see Jim's hand as Helen pressed it to her crotch. Jim put his hand down inside the front of Helen's panties. After a few minutes of sucking, Jim started to moan and I tasted his pre-cum. He was becoming more active, thrusting his penis at me and, at the same time, working his fingers more urgently into Helen.

"Oh, that's good," he said, "Oh, yes keep going." He was thrusting quite violently at me and I was finding hard to keep my mouth around his penis.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes," he said as he gave two or three violent thrusts and the hot salty jet of cum hit the back of my throat. I thought I was going to gag for a brief second but managed to swallow. I continued to suck him and he gradually relaxed and the stiffness of his penis diminished.

"Thank you, Annabel," he said, "I would say that you have definitely passed this little test."

"Now you've satisfied the master, don't you think you should look after your mistress?" said Helen, who was clearly getting very aroused, both from watching me give Jim satisfaction and from Jim's fingers massaging her clit.

I moved across to her and gently pulled her panties down. Then I nuzzled my nose into her bush, I was beginning to love that smell, and stuck my tongue out as far as I could, looking for her clit and, especially, her G-spot. I soon found it and Helen gave a little gasp. I flicked my tongue at and around it as Helen gasped and tensed with the pleasurable sensations. I could sense that Jim was kissing Helen's mouth and, no doubt, he had a hand on her breasts. After only a minute or so, Helen's stomach muscles contracted rhythmically and she reached her orgasm with a cry of pleasure and a torrent from her clit.

"Oh, ohh, yess, yess." I knew I needed to keep sucking, a woman can experience several orgasms one after the other, unlike men. I carried on flicking my tongue around Helen's G-spot, even though my face and chest had got wet from Helen's orgasm. Soon she tensed again and with an even bigger scream of pleasure she reached another orgasm. I went to carry on licking her but she gently pushed me away.

"Thank you, Annabel," said Helen, still recovering her breath. "I think you have got Jim and me in the mood now. You can go up to your room now."

"Very good, mistress," I said politely and left the room but I did feel a bit lonely and empty. Then I considered, if I am a maid, I must be subservient to the wishes of my mistress or master and it is not place to expect any consideration of my feelings. I had made them happy and they were pleased with what I had done for them, so I should accept that as all the satisfaction I deserved.

*****

Sunday morning I was Annabel the maid again. I had not heard Jim leave the previous evening and I was not sure sure if he had stayed overnight. I thought it safest to tidy the downstairs and finish anything that needed ironing.

About 10 o'clock Helen appeared, looking like the cat that found the cream. "Hello Annabel you sexy thing, what about making your tired and worn out mistress a nice black coffee."

"Yes of course, right away mistress. One cup or two?"

Helen looked at me quizzically. "Now then, don't be cheeky just because I'm in a good mood this morning," she reprimanded gently. "Jim left about midnight - He's playing golf this morning, some tournament at his club or something." Helen paused and thought for a second. "Men have some very strange priorities, don't they? Would you rather be making love to a woman, having your cock sucked by a gorgeous maid, or spend four hours wandering round a park after a little ball?"

"Perhaps he needs a spot of male bonding," I suggested as I filled the coffee percolator.

"I suppose - Anyway, what did you think of Jim?"

"He seemed very nice," I said diplomatically.

Helen pressed me further. "I mean, how did you feel when you went down on him and sucked his cock?"

"It was OK, I suppose. I did feel very vulnerable and submissive and I liked that feeling. I liked his smell too and the taste was OK. If am honest, I think I prefer sex with women. Having said that, I have never kissed a man or been out on a date with a man, so I can't say I've tried everything yet."

"Would you like me to set you up?" asked Helen. She sounded disconcertingly eager.

"No thank you, not now. I've got a date with Becky this afternoon and I'm that sort of girl."

"On the contrary, I thought you were precisely that sort of girl," said Helen with a smile. "Oh well, I'll leave you to get your clothes sorted out for tomorrow and your new job."

Helen poured her coffee from the percolator and went back to her room.

At four o'clock, Becky arrived for our date. As promised she was wearing the red dress I bought for her as a thank you for helping me with the shopping.

"Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous," I said.

"Thank you, Annabel. I had to make an effort because I wouldn't want to be shown up by you. You like nice too."

I was wearing the black sheath dress, nearly black tights and some bangles on my wrists. I only had studs in my ears because they had only been pierced the prevous day but I wished I had some nice dangly earrings. My make-up was quite subtle but more than I thought I would wear to the office on Monday. I had worried myself silly over whether the dress was too dressy for the cinema and a pizza but Becky had dressed up even more than me. We both twirled for the other to admire how we looked. That is so much fun and something men just cannot comprehend.

We called goodbye to Helen and left.

Becky drove to the cinema - it was one of those multi-plex cinemas with about ten different films showing. We chose a romantic comedy which we both got into and enjoyed. Lots of laughter but no tears. I'm not good with weepy films; too much of Ian still in me tries to hold back my emotions but then if I let one tear go, its like the flood-gates open.

After the film finished we went for a meal. We both decided we were over-dressed to go for a pizza but we found a nice looking Italian restaurant. Becky took one look at the waiters and started drooling.

"Isn't he dishy," she said, "if was into guys, he'd be just the guy I'd go for. How does he manage to hold the pepper mill like its a giant penis?"

After my experience with Jim the previous evening, I looked at the waiters in a different way, I discovered. A girly way, a way where I asked myself what it would be like to have sex with that guy, to suck his cock, to have him fuck me. Whoa, scary! The waiters flirted outrageously with Becky and me. They always seem to flirt with every lady, even ones old enough to be their mother, but two attractive 20 year olds were obvious targets.

As we were waiting for the meal, I decided to tell Becky what was happening to me.

"Becky, I have something really important to tell you. Since I have been Annabel, I have had the best time of my life. I want to live as Annabel for ever." I paused, my mouth had gone dry.

Becky reached her hand out and touched mine where it was resting on the table. She looked me straight in the eyes. "Go on," she said gently.

"Well, I have started taking hormones," I said. I paused and looked down. Becky seemed to sink in her seat so that I was still looking into her eyes.

"Female hormones," I contiued, "hormones that will make me look more like a woman."

"Oh Annabel," said Becky. She seemed on the verge of tears.

"Do you think I should?" I said, completely misunderstanding what she was thinking.

"It's your body, Annabel, you do what you want. I would love it if you were Annabel for ever."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Yes of course, Annabel. You're a wonderful person; I think I'm in love with you already. Do you want to have the operation and go all the way and become a biological woman?"

"I don't know yet Becky. I may do but the female hormones won't really start working for a while yet, so I have time to change my mind. I don't think I will though, but I do love being a girl."

"And I love you being a girl. I love having a girl friend like you, always cheerful and never bitchy."

"I think I'm falling in love with you too Becky," I told her. This was too much for Becky. She sobbed uncontrollably. I could see waiters looking over anxiously. There was nothing for it, we had to make a dash for the ladies room.

"Oh Annabel," sobbed Becky, "no-one has told me they loved since I was a little girl." Becky went on to tell me of her childhood, how both her parents drank, her father was violent to her mother, her mother also drank too much. Her parents had divorced when she was 10 and her mother had become dependent on alcohol and died of liver failure a couple of years previously when Becky was 18. We must have been in the ladies room for several minutes.

A middle-aged Italian lady came in to the ladies room. Clearly the waiters had been worried by the time we had been taken. The Italian lady quickly grasped the situation that there was no physical damage, only emotinal damage, and left us alone again. Her visit did help Becky calm down though, and she was able to dab her face dry and start to repair the damage to her make-up. I left Becky in the ladies room and went back to the table. A concerned waiter came over.

"The young lady, she is alright?" he asked with genuine concern on his face.

"Yes," I reassured him, "her mother died a little while ago and she still gets upset."

"I'm very, very sorry to hear that," he said. I couldn't help wondering if there was a tear in his eye also.

A few minutes later Becky came back to the table.

"I'm so sorry for embarrassing you like that Annabel," she said.

"It's no problem, the waiters were really concerned about you. You wouldn't get that kind of attention in a burger shop."

Becky smiled. "That's what I love about you Annabel, you always manage to make me smile."

A waiter approached. "Are you ready to order, or do need a little more time, or some water perhaps?"

We both ordered a pasta dish and Becky asked for some water.

During the meal we talked about growing up and experiences at school, our relationships with boys and girls, things we liked to do, what we wanted to do in the future. It was a wonderful conversation and it was quite late when we finally left the restaurant, having left a suitably generous tip. Becky drove home and gave me a lingering kiss.

*****

Monday and a new job.

I rose early in order to be ready when Helen was ready to leave. Helen was normally in the office before 8:30, even though her official office hours were 9:00 to 5:30. As we were in the car she told me all about the business and the girls I would be working with. She made them sound really nice and I was looking forward to meeting them.

We arrived at her office and we walked from the car park past security and took the elevator to Helen's office on the second floor. She showed me where the coffee machine and toilets were, then she made a start on her work while I sat on a chair in the corner of her office reading a leaflet of information about the company. The leaflet was very boring; it was a financial services company after all.

A few minutes later, Linda arrived. Linda was the lady in whose lap I had had my face when Becky had attacked me with a strap-on dildo the previous Friday evening. She was accounts supervisor and would be my line manager.

Helen called Linda into her office and asked her to show me round the office and introduce me to the rest of her team.

"Hello Annabel," she said, "so you've come to work with us as a second job have you?" She smiled a welcoming smile.

"Hi Linda," I said, "I'm really sorry if I embarrassed you on Friday."

"No it's no problem. Friday was fun but please don't mention it in the office. We don't want that to become common knowledge."

We left Helen's office and Linda showed me the basics of the computer I was to use, showing me what to do. She took me on a long tour of the office and introduced me to everyone. I was confident no-one thought I was really a man.

I found the work quite straight-forward and asked for help several times as I encontered things I was not sure about.

As Helen had said, the other girls accepted me as one of their own. Sarah and Jenny, two girls in their twenties who worked in Linda's team, invited me to join them for lunch at a nearby sandwich bar. They asked me questions about where I had worked before and how I came to be there. I was able to tell them about the hockey club, the fact that I had been working on temporary contracts in London and that I knew Helen and was lodging with her. None of this was false and none of this suggested I was anything but a girl. Then the tricky question that all girls need an answer to from their girlfriends, my relationship with a special other. I tried to be honest and not give anything too much away.

"I am not seeing a guy at the moment but there is someone I really like," I said hoping, in my naivety, that this would be the end of the conversation. How wrong could I be.

"Ooh, what's he like?" said Sarah promptly. Both girls looked at me intently; they seemed to stare straight through me.

I couldn't lie. I thought about lying but I just couldn't. "It's not he, its she. Her name's Becky."

"Oh, so you would rather be with girls?" asked Jenny.

"Yes but it's more complicated than that," I said.

"In what way?"

Both Sarah and Jenny were hanging on my every word. An unusual relationship that is complicated. I was a gossip-monger's dream.

"Well I would really rather not talk about it, not until I've known you a bit longer. I'm sorry but I just don't want to talk about it now." I was clasping my hands together and showing must have looked really frightened.

"That's OK," said Sarah.

"If you ever do need to talk to someone, we love to listen," said Jenny with a sympathetic smile.

I asked them about their families. Jenny had been in a steady relationship for three years and was trying everything to get Peter to ask her to marry him. Sarah had married when she was 18 but the marriage had only lasted two years and she had not had a long term relationship with a man ever since.

She tried to make me feel welcome by saying that if she didn't find a good man soon, she'd be looking for a good woman, winking at me as she did so.

Soon it was time to get back to work and the afternoon pased quickly.

Helen came over to me as it was time to depart.

"Hello Annabel, how did you get on?"

"Fine I think," I replied. "the work seemed OK and the other girls are really nice."

"Excellent, come on, get your coat."

That was the end of my first day as Annabel the office girl.

*****

Other days followed and by the end of the week I was confidently dealing with almost everything that arrived on my desk. In the evenings I was Annabel the maid, cleaning and preparing dinner for Helen. I saw Becky regularly and we spoke on the phone. After a few months, I moved in with Becky and I started studying for professional examinations in accountancy.

Annabel the maid appears regularly, both with Helen as the mistress and for Becky

I kept on taking the hormones and developed a very natural feminine figure. I still have not decided whether to have the operation and become a complete woman. Becky would like me to be the father of her children and we both know the children will grow in a stable loving relationship.

The end.

  

  

  

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