The Small Ad

by Samantha Michelle Davies

Part 4

  

The next few days including Christmas Day itself, were spent mostly at the hospital. I was now always there in female attire. My makeup skills were improving but I still relied on my mother's assistance especially, with the eyeliner. I could never get that little flick upwards at the outer end of the eye the same on both eyes.

In one of the breaks from the hospital I was treated to my first manicure and nail extensions. Babs was most appreciative that I was dressing to please her. At other times, I was being trained by my mother in the hope that I would eliminate some of the many male mannerisms that were second nature for me as a man. She had accepted me as a woman and was totally determined to make me convincing. She and Babs had many long conversations about my training. It certainly took her mind of other things.

The doctors pronounced Babs fit to leave the hospital on New Years Day. We collected her and took her to my parent's house on the Suffolk Coast about 100 miles north east of London. She was very pleased with the location and thankful for the hospitality being shown by my parent and the chance to get her life together again.

It was I who went to bed that night with a big problem. The next day was my last day of holiday. Should I return to work as Simon or a Jo? I had discussed it with her several times over the preceding days. All she would say was that it was up to me and that I was probably only delaying the inevitable.

There were regular updates from the police but no real progress was being made in their search for the attacker or attackers. I traveled back to London the following day still undecided about what to do regarding work. Dad went off into Central London to meet with the Police and as he said 'Put a Rocket in their Pants' over the lack of progress.

I checked over the house and settled down for the evening. My Father returned around 6:00pm and we ate the meal I had prepared in virtual silence. I pressed him about his meeting at Scotland Yard but he was unusually silent about when went on. He turned to the subject to my decision for the following day.

"Dad I'm going to work as Jo. If they fire me they know the consequences of a action for sexual discrimination so I think I am pretty safe ground."

He took me hands and smiled.

"I am proud of you Jo. At long last you are starting to make some decisions about your life instead of going with the flow. It took me a bit of time to get used to you like this but I think you are right. You seem far happier these last few days than we have seen you for years. It's as if a great weight has been lifted from your shoulders".

"Thanks dad". Then I did something that Simon would never have done, I kissed him.

It was his turn to blush but nothing more needed to be said.

Thankfully, my mother has a sensible brain in her head. Amongst the clothes we purchased on our several shopping trips were several business suits and dresses. I selected a very conservative grey two-piece suit for my first day in the office as Jo. Dad was staying over for a few days for moral support and after getting a close inspection from him I left for the office.

I had decided to get in exactly on time rather than the 10 minutes early that was normal for Simon. I expected to find most if not all of the other Clerks already there discussing who did went to bed with who over the holidays. I breezed into the office and sat down at my desk. The conversation in the room stopped and several jaws were heard bouncing off the floor. One idiot by the name of Charlie said, "Can I help you Miss"?

"No I don't think you can Charlie but you can call me Jo". I fluttered my eyelashes at him and he was about to say something when the other senior clerk, a good-looking man whose name was Phillip recognized me.

"Gawd Simon. You nearly had us fooled there. What a getup!"

"I'm not fooling you Phil. My name is now Joanne but you may call me Jo when we are in here"

They all crowded round asking me questions in rapid secession when one of the senior partners came in a demanded to know what all the fuss is all about. The guys stepped back from my desk so that he could see me.

"Good morning Mr. Wilson. Did you have an enjoyable holiday?" I asked.

"Certainly Joanne. It was very good thank you. The rest of you, get on with your work. Joanne will you come with me please"

Slightly confused I got up and followed him to the Boardroom where the rest of the partners were assembled.

He directed me to sit down.

"Lady & Gentlemen, we are gathered here to welcome a new person into the ranks of our clerks. This is Joanne or Jo for short. She was as I am sure you will have recognized previously known as Simon. I want every courtesy given to her to help her through the next weeks and months. If you don't Jo, please tell me and I will sort it out immediately. If you are wondering why I am being so positive towards her then, all I will say is that my brother made the same momentous life changing decision 20 years ago and he was ostracized by my family and his work colleagues. He was so depressed that he took his own life almost 15 years ago. That Gentleman is a tragic thing to happen to anyone and I am determined to make Jo as comfortable as possible while working here. Also I might add that the courts take sexual discrimination very seriously these days"

"How did you know about me?" I asked still shocked by his pronouncement.

"I was at University with your Father. He called me yesterday and told me of your decision. I called all the partners and made sure they were all here today."

"Thank you Mr. Spencer" I said almost crying.

"No thank you Joanne. I know what you are doing took a lot of guts and besides the place needed a pretty girl around to brighten it up." He said joking.

I laughed and that broke the ice with the others. They all seemed very supportive which made my first day at work as Jo at least bearable.

What was not bearable was the fact that I had forgotten to bring some flat-heeled shoes with me so, by lunchtime my feet were really hurting. I staggered out into the City at Lunchtime and managed to purchase some more comfortable shoes. Then the rest of the day was bearable.

I was in a pretty good frame of mind by the end of the day. Some of the clerks were even holding doors open for me, which they would never have done if I were still Simon. 5:30pm came and I grabbed my coat and bag and I headed for the Tube and my journey home. The offices were almost midway between Bank and Moorgate Tube stations. Most days I went to Bank as there was slightly more chance of getting onto a northbound tube there than at Moorgate. Tonight, for some reason I went to Moorgate. As I was entering the station, I saw the man who attacked Babs.

I then remembered where I had seen him before. He was a runner for a small chambers (barristers practice) in the north of the City. He had brought documents to us on several occasions.

I made the split second decision to follow him into the Station. He boarded a train bound for Hertford. After about twenty minutes, he got off at Alexandra Palace. I followed at a distance as he wandered down the street towards Wood Green. He stopped to buy an evening paper and some milk. It looked like he was heading home.

Home was a terraced house next to the railway. The house looked like a squat. There were smashed and boarded up windows. Two wrecked cars filled the front garden. The whole place looked like it should have been pulled down years ago.

I retraced my steps and found a working phone box. I called Dad and told him what I had done and where I remembered him.

"You stupid girl. You could have been killed," he shouted down the phone.

"Get a Taxi back here now. I will call the police and you are to let them deal with this. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Dad" I replied.

"Then go and get that taxi." He slammed the phone down.

I looked around and got a cab a few minutes later. I went home fully expecting to get another dressing down when I got there.

The cab pulled up outside my home. I was puzzled as to why there were several police cars with blue lights flashing parked outside. I got out of the cab, paid the driver and ran inside. I was stopped by a uniformed police officer.

"You can't go in there," He said sternly.

"But I live here" I protested.

Just then a higher ranked officer came out of the house.

"Miss, will you please follow me" he said and turned into the house.

I saw my Father sitting at the dining room table. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Its ok Jo. They missed," he said

"What do you mean missed?" I shouted back.

"These scum tried to fire bomb the house fifteen minutes ago" he said totally calmly and added.

"I managed to put out the fire before it did much damage. Then I called in Bill here. Don't worry Jo he knows the situation."

"I'm afraid of what they might do next Daddy"

"I know my dear. I think it might be prudent to move somewhere else for a few nights"

"But what about all our things?" I protested.

"You are more important that possessions. So, go upstairs and pack all your clothes. We will move into a hotel for a few days"

"But Daddy!"

"No But Daddy me my girl. Scoot" he said as she shooed me towards the stairs.

I packed only my women's clothes. I did wonder if I would ever wear Simon's things ever again. At that moment, I hoped the answer was no.

My dad had arranged with the police to get the house secured. I gave a statement about my journey home and eventually we were allowed to leave. We took the first taxi that came along and told the driver to take us to the Park Lane Hilton. I sort of accepted it without question. Daddy got on his mobile phone and made us reservations on one of the upper floors. I was thinking more about the events of the day than the view over Hyde Park.

We got settled into the Hotel and then made the call to Suffolk to tell mother and Babs about the events of the day. They were shocked at that these people had done or were trying to do to us. They both wanted us to leave the city and return to Suffolk but we said that we were determined not to let these fanatics win.

After the call was over, Dad sat me down and said that he was proud of the way in which I had handled myself.

"You are a totally different person from Simon. It is as if Simon was nothing more that a Caterpillar and now that the chrysalis stage a totally new, resilient, thoughtful and very beautiful person had emerged. I am so proud of you"

He wrapped his arms around me and we held each other for several minutes.

"What about these people?"

"They really worry me Jo. They are certainly fanatics. The police are looking into other attacks on people like you. It appears that there have been at least fifteen over the past year. One unfortunately was fatal. They appear to be getting bolder and more violent but that is nothing new with Psychopaths."

"So how are we going to stop them?" I asked

"Them NOT we Jo. You my dear are going to do nothing. Understand Nothing"

I knew when my Father was being totally serious. This was one of them. I nodded my acquiescence to his demands. For the time being only I thought.

We stayed in the hotel until the weekend when we went up to Suffolk. The police had not managed to catch and of the people involved but had retrieved a large amount of very right wing propaganda from the house in Alexandra Palace. This group apparently believed in total White Arian Male Superiority, hence their nickname WAMS. My father did not tell me all he knew but I could tell he was very worried. This worried me.

The change in Babs that just these few days had made was dramatic. She was much more like her old self, so much so that when my parents went into Lowestoft to get some supplies, I was milked three times in two hours.

We went for a walk along the nearby beach just pleased to be with each other. I could tell that she had something to tell me but was nervous about telling me. I took her in my arms and said.

"Ok Babs. I know that there is something on your mind. So out with it!"

"Jo, I have decided to have this useless thing taken off and get a vagina. I had always rejected the idea of losing my manhood but now I really have no choice"

"Are you sure that is what you want?"

"Yes Jo but there is one more thing"

"What is it my Darling?"

"When I have this done, I want you to be there for me"

"Of course I will be there but that is not everything isn't it."

"When I am a full woman want to marry you"

That shocked me right to the core.

"Yes Babs I will be your bride"

"Two brides?" she exclaimed.

"Well, as I am going to be a full time woman now, Simon is History…"

We cuddled together to keep warm from the bighting easterly wind.

It was almost dark by the time we returned home. Mother was as usual right on the ball.

"I see that she told you then?" she said as we walked into the kitchen.

"You know about her decision?"

"We have had some very long talks these past few days. I have learnt a lot about Sissyhood and I think I understand what makes you tick for the first time in my life"

She stopped what she was doing and put out her arms towards Babs.

"Come here dear and give your future mother in law a hug"

They embraced for a long time. I could see that Babs felt as if she belonged somewhere at last. Being a true sissy can be a very lonely life unless you find a kindred spirit.

The remainder of the weekend was spent just enjoying family life. Babs was due to return to the hospital on the Monday to have the stitches from the operation removed. There was still the matter of finding somewhere to live. Dad had arranged for us to borrow an apartment from a former colleague who was abroad for the winter.

I had arranged to take the Monday off so that I could go with Babs to the hospital. Unfortunately, the receptionist who greeted at the outpatient department was the same person who had been so unfriendly the night that she was first admitted to the hospital.

As Babs gave her name she said in a loud voice "Ah these two queer men who get their kicks dressing as women. So you have your balls removed. You should have had your head removed"

I could not believe what I had just heard. Fortunately, her whole outburst had been witnessed not only by a room full of fellow patients but my Father who had just joined us after parking the car.

I could tell that he was incensed by what he had witnessed. He whispered to us "Don't worry, she won't get away with this". He turned round and left the department. About 15 minutes later he returned with two uniformed police officers. They went up to the receptionist and said "You are under arrest for in-sighting racial discrimination"

"Shut the fuck up you faggots" she said to the Officers. "These are just fucking queers. They don't count"

"And one of them is Black!" one of them said pointing as Babs.

"You can't believe any of these old queer bastards. They have not got two brain cells to run together!"

"Apart from this Gentleman here. He is a High Court Judge. You said the wrong thing in front of him"

The receptionist was taken away in Handcuffs still cursing loudly. A round of cheers went up from the other patients as she was led out the door.

Babs looked at me with astonishment. The mention of her racial background really hurt her. I saw the angst in her eyes. I held her hands tightly.

"Look Babs. I have never even brought up the fact that you are not white. It does not matter to me or to my family for that matter. We are here for you as a person. You could have green spots for all I care. It does not matter"

"Thank you Jo. Those are some of the kindest words that anyone has ever said to me."

"Lets go and get those stitches out"

She squeezed my hand and smiled "Papa Jo knows best"

We saw the consultant Mr. Warren who was glad that Babs had made a decision. He gave her some papers to sign and said that in all likelihood the operation would take place within the next six months.

"So soon?" asked Babs.

"Yours is a very special case. Where certain injuries are caused by criminal action we can speed up the process. You will have to be assessed by a Psychiatrist but given your injuries and lifestyle that should be a formality."

He turned to me and said "How about you Young Lady?"

"No thank you I am happy the way I am thank you very much"

"I can recommend someone who can give you a little more…" he cupped his hands to represent tits.

I saw Babs nodding out the corner of my eye.

"Well. That is a possibility I would have to consider"

He gave me a business card and said "If you do decide, tell her that I recommended you. You will get the best of care from her. She's my sister"

We thanked him and took our leave. Dad had finished dealing with the Police so we drove back to the flat we had borrowed. He filled us in on what had developed.

It appeared that the receptionist was found to be carrying racist publications. On the strength of that, the police were going to search her home. She had been immediately fired from her job and the last he had heard the list of charges was growing. It included assaulting a police officer. At the moment she was refusing to speak to anyone who was not female. A very strange lady indeed, the very opposite to the much kinder world of Sissydom.

I had to return to work the next day. I was getting a bit more confident with my dress and with Babs around to help with my makeup I was looking pretty good. That day I wore my first skirt that was above the knees. I caught some of the clerks giving me the once over which was nice especially as they knew all about me. They had however given me more attention in the past few days than in all the time I had been articled. That realization made me understand just a little bit more about what it is like to be a woman and that is what make us Sissies totally unique.

When I got back to the rented apartment, Babs was waiting for me with a big smile on her face.

"Hey what's up Babs" I said in greeting.

"I have a little present for you"

"Am I going to like it?"

"I am sure you will"

She presented me with my own set of full false breasts. I kissed her madly and we went off to my bedroom where we had a great time together while she glued them onto me.

"Well, Girl you are going to need a bigger size bra now!"

"Do you have a tit fetish as well as one for cocks?" I asked.

All I got in a way of an answer was a sly grin. I thought, 'What would she be like when I got some real ones of my own'. Then I realised that I had just made the decision to get my own real ones!

Later that day, Dad reported that the receptionist had been charged with a variety of offenses and was being held in custody after attacking several police officers. A large amount of child pornography had been found are her home as well as two illegal guns. He said that she would probably be jailed for at least 10 years.

Dad & Babs went back to Suffolk the next day. I was to follow on Friday and spend the weekend with my 'family'. On Thursday lunchtime I was out getting a sandwich when I spotted our suspect coming getting out of a Taxi in Moorgate. After the last incident, Dad had given me a mobile phone. He had thoughtfully programmed in the number of the Police Inspector who was in charge of the case. I called him and told him what I had seen. I followed the suspect into an office building. He took the lift up to the sixth floor.

The police arrived soon after and they went off in search of the suspect. They found him on the sixth floor in the offices of an Import/Export agency. I went back to the law offices a very happy person. I got a bit of a bollocking for taking over three hours for lunch but the partners soon forgave me when the police inspector came and thanked me personally for my assistance.

The atmosphere at home was much more relaxed not that some progress was being made in the search for Babs' attackers. I got regular milking from her and as every week went by, there was a noticeable improvement in her demeanour, I always got the distinct feeling that there was something that she want not telling me.

Winter started to ebb away towards spring and I was deep in study for my next set of exams. Even though I felt it unlikely that I would go into practice but I, was persuaded by everyone including Babs that I should finish my studies.

In early April, the police arrested three more people in connection with the attack on Babs and other matters. A trial date was set for September. This news lifted more of the gloom hanging over Babs but there was still something that was troubling her. Several times, I tried to get her to let help her but she refused.

I took my final set of exams in late May. I passed naturally and there was a big party in Suffolk where the rest of my family were introduced to Jo and Babs. Some did not accept us for what we were but most did. Some of the men were given a little gentle persuasion with a little private milking. I was amazing the change that came over them during the evening.

The day after the party Babs & I were talking our favorite walk along the coast when she finally came out with what had been on her mind.

|"Jo, would you do something for me?"

"Anything for you Babs you know that."

She paused for a moment before continuing.

"You know I was doing when we met?"

"Yes of course I do"

"Sissydom needs that work to continue"

I caught on to what she was getting at.

"And you want me to do a little milking of my own?"

"Yes I do"

"For how long?"

"Until you train your replacement"

I thought for a moment before I said.

"And what will you be doing while I am so distracted?"

I thought I would go to College and try to get some qualifications"

"Ok Babs, it is a deal. I think we should tell Mum & Dad"

We told them and they were sort of happy with our decision. But they went along with it especially as there was an end in sight. We decided that I would leave my job and after the Trials were over I would take up my position as head milkman.

That summer flew by. Babs had her operation and presented me with a lovely wet vagina for my exclusive use but all good things must come to and end. The ever looming date of the trial was inevitably getting closer day by day. We all stayed in London for the trial that lasted five weeks. The jury returned guilty verdicts and they got 20 years. We celebrated in style.

It was now time for me to honor my promise to Babs. We returned to the house in Tottenham and prepared it for us to live in. The day came when all was ready. I picked up the phone and called the newspaper.

"Hello Evening Standard Classifieds. Can I help You"

"Yes please. I would like to place a small ad in the accommodation section"

Then End

 

Postscript.

Those events too place some two years ago now. I trained my successor as well as earning lots of money for the NSA. My trainee was a lovely lady by the name of Diana. She soon became an expert milker and very beautiful woman. I handed the reigns of the fundraising enterprise over to her a couple of months ago.

Babs has been busy at college and is actually a bit of a brain box. Last Christmas I got a pair of 36-C breasts as a present from my parents.

Babs and I now live outside London. I am actually practicing as a Solicitor. Babs is my Secretary/Assistant and is studying for a law degree. We live in that Mecca for sissies the world over, the small town of Sissinghurst in Kent. So, if you are passing by and need milking you know where to come.

My thanks to Tigger for the idea of Sissyhood and the NSA.

  

  

  

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