This is the first part of a 4 part story from my short series entitled 'Purely a Business Arrangement'.
Copyright - Lorna Elizabeth Black 2004
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This is a tale where our hero gets an offer he can't refuse - for his business that is.

 

Purely a Business Arrangement – Anna

by

Lorna Elizabeth Black

part 1

 

Chapter 1 – Caught

I was standing there, in the laundry room and was well and truly in a world of my own. A voice came from behind saying,

"Would you like to try them on, Andrew?"

All of a sudden I was brought back to reality because the voice behind me was Janet, my landlady and what was in my hand was a pair of Janet's panties, a pair of Janet's laciest panties I had picked them out of the clean washing from the washing basket. My first reaction was to throw them back into the washing basket to give the impression that I wanted to get rid of them. I couldn't say anything in reply because it was one of these situations where there was nothing I could say. Other thoughts flashed through my mind like I suppose I'll be thrown out as some sort of pervert. She repeated the question,

"Would you like to try them on?"

What could I say, I had been caught. She spoke again,

"Dinner's almost ready, so why don't you go up to your room, take these panties and put them on before you come back down."

With that she left me and went into the kitchen. I was now definitely in a quandary, what do I do, put on the panties and suffer possible embarrassment and ridicule or not put them on and insult her because she told me to put them on. I picked up the panties from the washing basket and went up to my room.

Five minutes later I went down stairs, somewhat reluctantly and when Janet saw me, she said,

"Oh, there you are, dinner's just ready."

I sat in my usual seat, Janet served up my dinner as usual, and she sat in her seat with her dinner as usual. Everything just seemed normal as if nothing had happened. Janet asked me what sort of day I had had, really the normal run of the mill table conversation, and in fact I was beginning to relax a bit.

 

Actually when Janet asked me what sort of day I had had, she seemed genuinely interested. You see, I run my own computer based business and I had spent most of the day looking for new premises, just an office, to rent because the lease on my present office was about to expire and there was no likelihood of a renewal. I told Janet of my dilemma and she replied by saying,

"There could be a chance that I might know of somewhere suitable at a very reasonable rent. There is a problem, though; there may be some restrictions on what you can do."

"I don't understand," I replied.

"Well, if you can satisfy certain criteria, then the place is yours."

"What criteria?"

"I'm not at liberty to say."

"So when will I know?"

"Soon."

I really had no idea what she was going on about, but if there looked like the chance of somewhere suitable, I'm sure I could fulfil the criteria whatever it was.

"OK whatever you say," I said.

"Good, do they feel nice then Andrew?"

"Do what feel nice?"

"My panties of course. The ones you have on, silly."

Just for a moment, I had forgotten about them and I suppose I had thought that Janet had forgotten about them. Oh and yes, I had put them on when I was asked. So what could I say but,

"Er, yes."

"Good, let me see."

I was beckoned to stand and undo my fly to let Janet see. You could just see the material of the panties when I zipped down my fly.

"Let me see properly, undo your trousers and let me see."

I was under her control, I was in no position to argue, she was wearing the trousers and I was wearing the panties. Reluctantly I undid my trousers and as I did, Janet pulled them down to my ankles to reveal me in those lacy panties and the biggest erection possible.

"Excellent, I think you've passed the first test."

I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. I was more interested in covering my embarrassment.

"Right I think we should see where we go from here," Janet now said.

The first thought that entered my head was that she wanted me to pack my bags and leave. Expecting Janet's next statement to be the one to tell me to leave, I was really taken aback with what she said.

"I think you should now try on the matching bra and suspender belt."

I was speechless. She went on.

"But first, before you put on any more pretty things, you will need to get rid of all that nasty hair on your body, legs and arms."

"Why?"

"Because I think you want to."

"Do I?"

"Oh, yes you do, you've got the panties on after all."

"What if I refuse?"

"You need somewhere to live, don't you?"

So now it seemed I had got everything round the wrong way. I thought that Janet was about to throw me out because I wore lingerie. Instead it looked like she would throw me out if I didn't. So that was my choice. And that choice was simple. I did need somewhere to stay and I was not going to get better accommodation than this. Anyway, I was looking forward, in part, to trying on the other things, just to see how they felt, you understand.

 

Chapter 2 – Changes

 

Janet gave me my instructions.

I was to go to the bathroom and have a very close shave on my face. Next I was to look in the bathroom cabinet for the hair removing cream, remove the panties, apply the cream to my body, legs and arms, wait the time given in the instructions and then shower it off. Any stray hairs were to be removed with a razor. When this was completed, I was to put 'my panties' back on, as Janet put it, put on the dressing gown that was on the hook behind the bathroom door and go into Janet's bedroom.

 

I followed the instructions to the letter - I wasn't going to disobey. Janet heard me emerge from the bathroom and ushered me into her bedroom. I was ordered to remove the dressing gown so that she could inspect my efforts at hair removal. After careful examination, she seemed satisfied at the result and picking up the bra that matched my panties, she guided my arms through the straps and fastened the hooks at the back. She pulled the fleshy part of my chest from below my bra and allowed it to settle in the cups of the bra, creating a small but noticeable bust. Silicon breast enhancers were added to each bra cup and adjusted into place to give me now a definite bust.

 

Next came the matching suspender belt, which was now fastened around my waist. Janet instructed me to put the suspenders down through my panties. She said I would be putting on stockings, sheer black stockings with lace tops, in a little while. I was about to protest, when I thought, if I was now wearing a suspender belt, then I suppose it made sense to be wearing stockings as well, so I just kept quiet.

 

I was ordered to put the dressing gown back on and sit at the dressing table but sit facing away from the mirror. I thought this a bit strange and said as much. Janet replied,

"How do you think I'm going to get your makeup on if you're facing the mirror?"

Makeup, I never thought she was going to apply makeup, but it seemed she was. That was not all, before I realised it, Janet had just put something on my head. It was a wig. I had no idea what it looked like, or for that matter, what I looked like because I couldn't see myself in the mirror.

Before I could say or do anything, Janet took my hands and painted my fingernails a bright red. That was only the start, because next,

Janet plucked my eyebrows, which was extremely painful.

Janet put blue eyeshadow on my eyelids.

Janet put mascara on my eyelashes.

Janet applied a liquid make-up all over my face.

Janet brushed on blusher to my cheeks.

Janet put on a bright red lipstick on my lips.

Janet sprayed some perfume on my neck and wrists.

After she had finished, she stood up straight, took a step back and looked at me. To be honest, I was just a little bit frightened at what was going on. All that Janet said, after a few seconds looking straight at me was,

"Excellent."

I said, in reply,

"What do you mean? Can I see myself now?"

"No, not yet, I haven't finished."

So I had still no idea what she had done to me. Janet leant over to the bed and picked up a package. This package was a pair of stockings still in their wrapper. She peeled open the wrapper and removed the sheerest of black stockings with lace tops. Taking each stocking in turn, she bunched it up, put it over my foot and rolled it slowly and gently up my leg. The feeling of the sheer nylon material being rolled over my legs was electric. Each stocking was now clipped to my suspender belt. Janet said,

"Now you can see yourself."

I was made to stand and walk towards a long mirror. I was shocked what I saw because I couldn't see me. I saw a woman standing there where I was meant to be standing. Was this really me? I moved my arms to check. It really was me standing there dressed in beautiful lingerie and looking like a woman.

"Come we haven't finished yet," Janet interrupted my thoughts.

I walked back to the bed where Janet handed me a white, satin full slip with lots of lace trim. I let her slip it over my head while I slipped my arm through the straps. The slip was allowed to fall over my body creating the most incredible feeling as it did so.

 

I stepped into a short red straight skirt on Janet's instruction. Janet showed me how to turn the skirt round so that the top button and the zip were to the front allowing me to fasten them with ease. I rotated the skirt round my waist until the button and the zip were now at the rear. Janet lifted my skirt while she adjusted my slip so that it lay correctly. I saw that this skirt, my skirt, which I was now wearing, was as I said already, red in colour, straight in style and came down to just above my knees. Next came a white blouse with a high necked lacy collar. Because the blouse buttoned up the opposite way from a shirt, I had great difficulty with the buttons to start with. They got a bit easier after the first few. The last thing I put on at this stage was a pair of black high-heeled shoes with about a two-inch heel. They slipped on without effort and were a perfect fit, which made me wonder a bit because if these were Janet's shoes then I thought her feet certainly looked smaller than mine although we were probably about the same size for clothes.

 

I looked in the mirror again and I now saw a well-dressed woman looking back at me. Just for a moment, looking at myself in the mirror, I reckoned I could pass off as a woman, if I wanted to. Reality, however, began to set in. Here was I, completely dressed, bra, panties, black stockings and suspenders, a white slip, red skirt, white blouse and black high-heeled shoes, I was confused to say the least. Part of me was saying, this must be silly and embarrassing but yet another part of me was saying that this was right, definitely right.

Janet came and stood beside me in front of the mirror and I looked and thought about the differences between us at this precise moment. She was wearing the trousers and I was wearing the skirt. Janet smiled and said,

"Well what do you think of the new you?"

"I don't know what to think," I replied.

"You make a great looking woman."

"Do I?"

"Yes you do."

"Now let's go down to the lounge and have a little talk."

Well, I had to walk in my new high heeled shoes. Surprisingly, it was easier than I thought. Janet said,

"You're a natural."

I didn't know how to take this comment, so I chose to ignore it. I was very careful going down the stairs. It's one thing walking about the floor; it's another thing going down stairs.

Janet sat me down and started me asking all sorts of questions, like,

"So, what will we call you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your name, of course?"

"You know my name."

"Not when you're dressed like that, I don't."

"Well, I don't know. You choose, if you must."

"Let me see, I think you look like an Anna, so that's what I think I'll call you. Is that OK?"

"If you insist in giving me a female name, it will do, I suppose."

Other questions included,

"Do you like the clothes you are wearing?"

"What about your lingerie? Is it too frilly or not frilly enough?"

"Would you prefer satin and lace or plain cotton lingerie?"

I was in such a state that all I could say, "It's all fine." This was taken by Janet to mean that I liked my lingerie to be of satin, lacy and frilly.

The next thing she said seemed to be changing the subject completely.

"I think you may have satisfied all the criteria."

"What do you mean?" I replied rather confused.

"Well, you know you're looking for new premises for your business?"

"Yes."

"And I said if you satisfied certain criteria, then there could be available premises?"

"Yes, but you said you weren't at liberty to divulge the reasons."

"Well, now I can."

"Go on."

"The place I had in mind was the spare bedroom in this house which could be converted into an office."

"Yes it would be suitable. But why all the secrecy?"

"Well put it this way, it's all to do with my family. In some ways they are being protective after the way my ex-husband treated me. They just about tolerate me taking in a lodger; however they are not happy about that lodger being male. As far as they're concerned, if I had to take in a lodger, they would have preferred a female."

"I see what you're getting at. I had no idea your ex-husband treated you badly."

"You weren't to know. It's something I don't like to talk about."

"I understand."

"So you see, because of my family, it would make things totally impossible if that lodger, that male lodger, were to run a business from the house. So I had to think of a way of getting round that. You have just supplied the solution."

"What, you mean the way I'm dressed now?"

"Exactly just think of it as purely a business arrangement. You get the premises you require and I get some extra money and my family off my back."

 

The End of the Beginning

Or End of part 1

  

  

  

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