The New Fantasy 23
by
Paul G Jutras
Paul woke up in bed with a start. His legs began twitch and he felt like he had a hard on between his legs as the pressure to go to the bathroom become almost unbearable. He didn't even bother turning on the light or lifting the seat. As he felt the relief he heard the roar of a lawn mower outside. As he took some toilet paper and whipped the pea that dripped on the seat cover, he looked out the window. First thing he saw his sister's cat in the lit backyard. Then he saw his twin sister mowing the lawn.
"What are you doing!" called Paul out to his sister, Katrina.
"You forget already, little brother?" Katrina shouted back over the noise of the mower. "Since our parents died in the plane crash and left me the business and their house, I'm responsible for going to the out of state meetings like the one this afternoon. I got to start driving early this morning and I know I can't count on you to take care of the lawn while I'm gone."
"I can too be responsible." Paul shouted back.
"Perhaps after I get back from this meeting, I'll give you a chance to work for me." Katrina chuckled as she went back to work on the lawn while Paul went back to sleep.
Paul slept through till late in the afternoon like a bum. While he was asleep he dreamed he was a super hero rescuing people in a train and a man falling out of a window. He was suddenly awakened; however, when the phone rang.
"Miss Katrina Simon?" said a voice on the other end.
"Yeah, she's here." Paul said too sleepy to think straight. He didn't remember than she was supposed to go out of town on a business meeting. Before he could call out to his sister, the voice on the other end of the phone continued.
"This is Officer Susan Trent at the 42nd." The police woman said in a sadden voice. "I'm afraid to report that your brother Paul was killed in a car crash this morning. A drunk driver was behind him on the overpass and slammed him from behind. He and your car jackknifed off the bridge into the street below. The front of his body was all torn up in the car wreck. He even lost his manhood."
"The most be a mistake." Paul said as he slowly snapped himself awake.
"I know this is a terrible shock to you, Miss Simon." Officer Trent said. "I need you to come down to identify the body and make the burial arrangements. It was a good thing that your brother had his ID on him. Other wise we wouldn't have known who he was with his face so messed up."
"I'll get down as soon as I can." Paul said as he hung up the phone and quickly ran down stairs. It was there he saw Katrina's wallet on the counter and her purse on the floor under it. His wallet was gone. "She must have been in such a hurry after doing the lawn that she didn't even bother looking for her purse. She grabbed my wallet by mistake."
"If they think it's me and not my sister who died, I won't inherit the company from her." Paul thought as he realized there was only one thing to do. Paul then went to his sister's room and slipped out of his pajamas, showered and used some Nair to remove his body hair as quickly as possible.
A quick and close face shave and he was ready to get dress. He was glad that Katrina was so much in a hurry that she didn't grab the breast forms to increase her bust size at dates and some business meetings. He put the special glue on himself and pressed the cups until they stayed in place.
"Welcome to the team of the fairer sex." Paul giggled as grabbed some pantyhose and heels that Katrina always wore with her bustle back little black dress. After his face make up was done, he turned in the mirror and found himself the spitting image of his short haired sister.
"This isn't going to work." Paul thought as he tried to get into his car like he always did. He then sat down with his feet dangling out of the car and swung his legs around into position. That was when he discovered another problem. The way the heels pointed his toes, he was going to have trouble working the pedals. He remembers back in school drivers Ed that the instructor had many of the woman remove their too high heels while driving. He kicked off the heels and drove down to the police in his stocking feet.
"Here goes nothing." Paul though to himself as he sat sideways in the driver's seat and put his sister's shoes back on. He was glad that his small feet made them the same size as he went in to identify his sister's body and pretend it was his.
"As you can see there not much to identity him with," Officer Trent said as Paul looked at the twisted mess that was once his sister. "Thanks to the driver's license being on him, we didn't have to go to the bother of dental or finger print tests."
"That was good." Paul said as he tried to cross his arms and found he now had to place them beneath his new large breasts. He wanted to complain about how much the heels were killing his feet, but he figured he'd better just suffer with them like any real girl would.
As the officer was getting the papers to release the body into his custody, Paul went through his sister's date book and called the appointment that Katrina had for that morning. "Hello, this is…"
"This is Katrina Simons." Paul said catch his near mistake of almost using his real name. "I'm sorry that I missed our meeting. My brother died in a car accident and I'm currently at the morgue picking up the body."
"I'm glad you understand." Paul said as he wrote a new date for the appointment in his sister's book.
Paul spent the rest of his day in heels as he went to the funeral home and made arrangement for a coffin and burial of the person that was suppose to be him. When he got home, the first thing he did was remove the shoes before collapsing on the couch and rubbing his feet.
"My toes would look cute with a touch of polish." Paul thought as he wiggled his toes in the stocking mesh. He took out his sister's appointment book and saw that she had marked an appointment at the salon for the day after tomorrow. "Good, my nails could use some color."
As Paul returned to his sister's room, he looked for the glue remover to get the breast forms off. What he found in the draw where the forms were kept was a note reminding Katrina to pick up some new solvent since she was all out. When he saw how good he looked in the mirror, he found he didn't care. He like having the respect that Katrina always got but Paul never did. "I guess since I'm stuck with them, I might as well go out on the town."
Paul changed into a yellow sink chiffon halter dress with shoulders barring and ruching stitched pleats, asymmetric hem. He got a different pair of heels on and went to the night club that he remembered Katrina liked going to.
"I'm so sorry about what happened." Kim said as a young red head in a white turtle neck and blue denim skirt said. "I heard what happened when I was in the cafeteria today.
"Thanks, Kim." Paul said as he remember her from the times he went to see his sister at the office. As he moved on the bar stool, he felt the shift of the breast forms and wondered if by the time he got some solvent, if he'd want to take them off. He was finding it almost natural to the weight on his chest. "He'll be missed."
"Excuse me, miss." A man in a blue suit asked. "Would you care to dance?"
"Me," Paul asked as he blushed. "I guess so."
Paul didn't know what felt more weird. Following instead of leading in the dance or having his breasts pressed between them as they slow danced.
"I know you don't normally date co workers, but I was hoping you'd have lunch with me." The guy said as he caught Paul off guard. He then recognized the guy as being someone Katrina had called Tim before. Before Paul knew what was happening, he found himself nodding in agreement.
That night at home, Paul looked at the pajamas in his room. They just didn't seem right with the way his body looked now. He went back to his sister's room and slipped into a pair of pink silk panties and matching night gown before removing his make up and crawling under the soft sheets of his sister's bed.
As he slept he dreamed of walking down a church isle in a white wedding dress with Tim as the groom. Paul was shock at having such a dream but found he didn't mind the idea of it happening either.
He decided if he was going to go into work as a woman, he might as well wear pink. He always like the color but was always too embarrassed to admit it. With pink four inch shoes locked about his feet, he chose a pink blazer, skirt and blouse to go with it. He even chosen a pin k bra and panty set.
"Don't you look lovely today," said Tim as he walked Paul to the door of the board room door before going off to his own job. Paul had a new found confidence in his abilities and handled the new meeting time and location with ease in the morning before meeting with Tim for lunch.
"You know, I'm really surprise when you agreed to dance with me last night." Tim said shyly. "I didn't think you really notice me at work."
"That's part of the games we women play." Paul said, not sure why he said it. It did seem like something his sister would have said if she was still alive. Maybe in away, her spirit was still alive inside of him. He certainly hadn't had any trouble with his make up or dressing since he started play acting his new fem role.
"How about dinner tonight," asked Tim.
"Sorry, but I got a salon appointment and some budget to go over tonight." Paul said sweetly. "But I'd love to have lunch with you again tomorrow."
"It's a date then." Tim stood up and helped Paul out of his chair. Paul headed to the ladies room before going back to work. Kim was before a mirror in the ladies room, checking her make up.
"No stockings dear," Kim asked as he looked at Paul's bare legs.
"Going in for a pedicure this afternoon," said Paul as he bent over and rubbed his smooth legs. "I do feel naked; however, not having them covered up."
As time went by, Paul and Tim went on many more dates. Paul started on hormone replacements and when the breast forms finally came off, he chest was almost as big as when he had them on. When they got close enough that Paul told Tim the truth of who he really was, Tim didn't care. He loved the person he was with. So when Paul arranged a business vacation, he took Tim with him out of thee country and spent the next couple weeks having the surgery to make him a whole woman. The two later had the wedding Paul had in his dreams and lived happily ever after. They even adopted a little girl since they couldn't have children of their own.
The end
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