1 comments/ 8342 views/ 0 favorites In Need of Counsel By: AnnaKuari I had traveled to Portland for the first time ever -- a week there on business. I found myself flipping through a magazine, searching for touristy things to do, when a familiar face caught my eye. I stared for a minute -- looking back at me from the page was a man who had been my lover years ago, without a doubt the best I'd ever had. It didn't take long to formulate a plan which had nothing to do with a tour or excursion . . . It turns out that he was an attorney in a small town not far from where I was staying. I called and made an appointment with him, asking for the latest possible time in the evening, giving a false name, and saying only that it was a civil matter. Then I did a little shopping. I showed up to his office late in the afternoon, wearing a suit with a short skirt, a silk camisole beneath just low cut enough to raise eyebrows had I been at work. The heels I wore were of a of a height far more appropriate for an evening on the town than an appointment like this, and accentuated the lines of my legs in a way I knew he couldn't help but notice. He was running a bit late, and I was beginning to doubt the wisdom of my plan, when his assistant finally ushered me in. He didn't look up from his desk immediately, and I didn't sit down. I paused a moment, then asked, "How long are you going to make me wait?" He was obviously startled at the sound of my voice, and slowly looked up to meet my eyes. I walked over and sat across from him, never breaking that eye contact. I saw him watch as I slowly crossed my legs -- he still hadn't said a thing. I finally told him that this matter would require some privacy, and asked that he close the blinds. He hesitated briefly, then rose to do so, and I let myself drink in the sight of him. I slipped off my jacket, knowing that he'd immediately realize how sheer that camisole was, and that I had nothing on underneath it. He came back over to sit beside me, eyes questioning what I had in mind, then running his eyes over every inch of me like I had done to him moments ago. "I know it's a bit unconventional, counselor," I said, "but I thought perhaps I could provide a service or two for you." I reached over and traced a line down his chest with my finger, over his stomach, and started to undo his belt. He rose to lock his office door. "Don't," I said. I took his hand and pulled him back to me, then stood to meet him. I ran a hand through his hair and pulled him in for a kiss -- gentle, at first, then almost hungry. My other hand unzipped his pants, and I took his beautiful, hard cock out. I broke the kiss to lower myself to my knees in front of him; he watched as I slid my barely covered breasts over his cock before taking it into my warm mouth. I couldn't help but tease him a bit -- my tongue made circles on his cock, my teeth gently ran across it. I'd take him in, and suck softly, then stop again -- almost like the kiss I'd broken to start this. I closed my lips around him, and looked up again into his eyes; he obviously remembered how much I love doing this. I started to suck a bit harder, and watched his eyes close in pleasure. I ran my hands up the back of his thighs and found his ass, and with one sharp move pulled him all the way into my mouth, back into my throat, taking every bit of that amazing hard cock in. I set the rhythm as he fucked my mouth. My mouth and throat were tight around him, and I could feel him getting close . . . so I slowly stopped. He groaned -- but I had other things in mind for him. I stood, and turned my back to him, bracing my hands on his desk. He lifted my skirt, and I could tell he was taking in the sight of my ass and legs and dangerously high heels. He suddenly ripped off my lace panties, and I couldn't help but moan myself, anticipating him inside me. He was making me wait . . . and I didn't like it one bit. I spread my legs, ready to take him in. "Fuck me," I whispered, and he slowly entered my wet, ready pussy. I backed up against him -- wanting to again set the rhythm, but he wouldn't let me. Suddenly, my plan seemed to be falling apart -- he was taking control despite my best efforts, and the only effect it had was for me to want to fuck him that much more. He teased me, slowly, his fingers on my nipples and his cock inside me, and I felt my back arching and head going back. "Oh please, please, fuck me," I begged, and I could feel my orgasm starting around his cock. He could feel how badly I wanted to scream as I starts to cum around him, but I could only keep asking quietly, "Fuck me, fuck me . . ." as I had orgasm after orgasm, and he thrust harder and faster inside me. I abruptly pulled away from him, and his eyes asked why. I asked, "What is something you've always wanted to do to me but never had the chance?" I already knew the answer -- and I turned back around to put one hand on his desk and used the other to grab his wet, throbbing cock and guide it into my ass. I gasped as he entered me, then relaxed and embraced the bit of pain that came with the pleasure. I could tell he was barely holding himself back -- rock hard and so close. "Do you like that, baby?" I whispered, and he only moaned in reply. "I want to feel you explode while you fuck my ass -- come on baby . . ." I said, and was surprised to find myself exploding again. It was all he could take -- one more hard thrust and I got what I asked for. We both slid to the floor, unable to stand, almost unable to breathe. After a few minutes of lying there with eyes closed, limbs entwined, I moved away to stand. I straightened my skirt, found my jacket, ran my fingers through my hair, and offered him my hand. As he stood, clothes askew, obviously just fucked, I kissed him once, then walked out his office door, leaving it wide open. In Need of Counselling I knew my wife, Becky was unhappy just before Christmas. We had been married for five years and she seemed dissatisfied with everything. We had been incredibly unlucky. I'd been made redundant, we seemed incapable of having children and I had lost interest in sex. I refused to accept that there was anything wrong with our relationship yet she insisted we saw a marriage guidance councillor. Becky made us an appointment with Dr Sophia who was recommended by a girlfriend of hers. The guidance centre was off the high street in a modern office block I hadn't noticed before. Sophia was tall and slim, about fifty, probably half Chinese and half European, with long black hair. She was also bewilderingly pretty, in a traffic-stopping sort of way. She smiled at me then introduced herself. 'My, my,' she said looking me up and down as if a puppy in a shop. 'You're pretty.' I was somewhat taken back having never been referred to as pretty before. I blushed but on doing so a weird buzz coursed through me. I fidgeted awkwardly in my seat as she cut to the chase and asked Becky what the problem was. As they talked I gazed at Sophia. Her eyes were as bright as the headlights of an oncoming truck that made me feel like a startled hedgehog. I started off badly. I didn't see the point. I thought we where fine. Feeling the exercise was pointless. I sat back in my chair and let Becky do the talking. She explained that the sparkle had gone from our relationship and we rarely made love. She told Sophia how I managed without but she had needs and found it frustrating. She saw our relationship more as friends not lovers and what hurt the most... She thought I was losing my masculinity and becoming inadequate. Sophia smiled warmly and wrote copious notes and asked frequent, personnel, prying questions. After ten minutes she pursed her lips at me and suggested I take a walk while she asks Becky some private questions... alone. Then she raised her hands and lifted her hair back over her shoulders. It was a gesture straight off a fashion shoot that made my heart melt. 'Run along and buy yourself a soft drink,' she said and handed me a couple of pounds in a "disappear and play manner", 'Becky and I have business to discuss.' I didn't question her firm manner and meekly stood up to exit. Apparently my turn was next. I thought I heard her snigger as I left the two together but couldn't be sure. As instructed I went for a coffee at a small coffee shop just down the street. On my return I was surprised to see Becky tucking her top into her trousers, looking hot, flushed and guilty. In contrast, Sophia looked remarkably cool and collected. As predicted she asked Becky to leave and tapped the chair next to her in a provocative manner. The shiny leather squeaked like a distressed mouse as I sat down. I shivered. There was something about Sophia's presence that chilled me to the bone. 'You've got memorable smoky eyes, chiselled cheekbones and peach-perfect lips,' she says studying my face so intently I felt her probing my mind. She tenderly touches my cheek. I blush and wonder what she will ask. I didn't have to wait long. Sophia asked me a series of personal questions about Becky, my role in our relationship and my childhood. With every answer she would scribble a note on her pad. To me the questions seemed random and disjointed but irrespective of this she seemed delighted with my replies. 'What's your favourite girls name?' She asked out of the blue. I stared blankly unsure of an answer. 'Becky I guess.' Sophia crossed her long willowy legs and frowned impatiently. 'Besides your wife's name.' I continue to stare at her blankly. I couldn't think. 'Let me help you,' she says, 'If you where a girl what would you like to be called?' My mind cleared like the early morning fog. 'Tamsin,' I reply. 'Well done,' Sophia says making another note. 'That wasn't too painful was it?' I nod. Her interview technique puzzled me. In between the sort of standard counselling type question I expected, she would slip in a curve ball such as 'did I ever dream of being a girl? Or did I dress in women's clothes? It was all rather weird but I answered as truefully as I could and as we progressed through what I assumed was a standard if somewhat bizarre set of questions she seemed delighted with my response. After ten minutes she coolly told me to strip down to my pants for a medical. I thought I'd miss heard. She scowled. 'You heard. Don't waste my time hurry up and strip. I've another client shortly.' Did this explain Becky's state of dress I thought and though unorthodox I did what she asked. She was after all a Doctor and we trust Doctors don't we? Soon I stood in just my underwear as Sophia walked around me examining my puny frame. I shuddered in her cold office as my flesh went goosy. She writes notes and prods me with her expensive fountain pen as if a cow at a farmers market. She comments on the softness of my skin, my long slender legs, my tiny waist and my relative lack of body hair. I blush and to compound my embarrassment she produced a tape measure and began measuring parts of me. Waist, chest, hips and inside leg. Nothing escaped Sophia's scrutiny. With minimal muscle I knew wasn't very manly and I began to feel very inadequate. 'Slip out of your underwear,' she asks in a matronly tone. I wanted to refuse but her manner was forceful and full of purpose. I silently did as she directed. Moments later with a lump in my throat and butterflies in my stomach I stood in front of her as she walked around me eye fully. 'You're rather small,' she said slipping on a pair of latex gloves. I nod fearfully as she slips the tape measure around my cock's girth. She smirks, makes a note then measures its length. 'I'm cold,' I say in a way of justifying my diminutive stature. 'Yes, of course.' She nods pointing to my chair. 'Now bend over this and do as I ask.' Of course, what I should have done was throw my clothes back on, call her a weirdo and storm out of her office. But I didn't do that. Instead, I wobbled, flopped over the chair like a patterned throw and grabbed the arms to keep myself from falling over. More mouse squeaks but this time I stare ahead and focus on a scrap of paper on the floor. She shuffles up to me and draws a stainless steel, trolley to my side like a dentist and its hard contents rattle alarmingly as its wheels trundle across the floor. 'This may feel uncomfortable but I need to examine you thoroughly.' She taps my inner thighs with the stiff end of the tape measure. 'Spread your legs.' 'Sorry?' I say helplessly but as my bottom lip trembles I do as she asks. I gulp and shuffle my feet apart as I press down on to the back of the chair raising my exposed arse even higher. Silently I feel her slim fingers now coated in a lubricating jelly, slip gently between my smooth cheeks and finger my hole teasingly. I can't resist a tiny moan. I glance over my shoulder nervously to see her smiling obviously enjoying her work. 'Is this really necessary?' I ask. 'For Gods sake, most definitely,' she replies. 'And did you do this to Becky?' I ask. She pauses before replying. 'That's for you to wonder and me to know. Patient confidentiality and all that. But since you asked I do what is required. Both of you are different and require separate treatment. Now do shut up and let me concentrate.' 'But what are you looking for, ' I demand. She ignores my question and thrusts another two fingers inside and my eyes widen. 'You surprise me, you're surprisingly tight.' I wasn't sure what she meant - I didn't care at this point. I want to scream, demand she stops and pull from her grasp but I feel restrained and powerless like an infant. I'm now speechless as her fingers prise me apart as deeper and deeper she plunges into me. Then something unexpected happens - my tiny cock throbs and begins to twitch. I blush with humiliation and hope my arousal goes unnoticed but nothing seems to escape the professional Dr Sophia. She indeed notes its change and pushes even deeper, seemingly fascinated by my reaction. Was this what she was testing for or was I being overtly sensitive? She spreads her fingers wider stretching my muscle to breaking point as if the exercise was to determine how much abuse I could take. I lost count but think she manages to squeeze four fingers inside me before I scream and my cock stiffens like a rod of iron and I can't resist pushing back onto her probing fingers. 'Very good,' she cries but rather than push deeper she withdrew her inquisitive fingers as if I'd passed the test. She then prises my hole apart with a thumb and forefinger. 'This looks perfect...' She pauses as her eyes examine my spread buttocks and her free hand rummages in the trolley by her side. 'I want you to wear this until you get home... then as and when Becky feels necessary.' I was going to ask what but that's when I feel the firm plastic press against my muscle but this time my hole is nicely stretched and lubricated and the plug slides comfortably into position. Sophia gives it a press and my cock that had been bursting at the seams spurts a dribble of cum onto the floor. I blush and struggle to stand. 'I don't see how this helps our relationship.' I sob. Sophia laughs. 'It won't alone but in conjunction with my other recommendations it will do wonders for a sissy girl like you.' 'I'm not a sissy girl.' I say. 'Ah,' said Sophia. In a tone of voice that I didn't like one bit. 'We're going to fix that right now.' I felt as though my heart had been replaced with a bag of frozen peas. 'What's that supposed to mean,' I said. 'Oh. For crying out loud,' Sophia sounded annoyed. 'You really are pathetic. Aren't you? All right then. I'll explain, shall I?' she said. 'And then we can get on with it, whether you like it or not.' I tried to rise, but she reached out and gripped me round the back of the neck so firmly I could scarcely breathe. 'What the bloody hell are you cribbing about?' Sophia said, and she sounded almost hurt. 'You should be down on your fucking knees thanking me. You do want to stay together, don't you?' 'Yes,' I said. 'But.' Sophia twisted and pushed the plug until I felt my muscle would stretch no more. I froze with terror as all of a sudden after one final push it slipped over a thick plastic ridge and slipped yet deeper inside me. The girth had reduced slightly and my muscle relaxed but now my bowel was completely full and my abused muscle clung to the butt end like a limpet. I felt stoppered like a hot water bottle, as Sophia went on. 'Trouble with you is, you don't really know what you want. So its just as well Becky asked me to sort things out. Otherwise you'd be in a hell of a mess. Call it a talent. I just love bringing you young folks together. Whether they like it,' Sophia added, with a wicked grin, 'or not.' 'Please,' I whispered. 'Don't.' But Sophia shook her head. 'Sorry,' she said, 'but the plain fact is, I know what's best for the pair of you, and that's that. You'll thank me in years to come; if you do manage to conceive you'll probably want to name her after me. Now before you go there are a few more things to do.' She presses a button on her desk intercom and speaks to the receptionist, Rosie. Moments later she walks in carrying a small plastic tray her tight white cotton uniform stretched over her firm young frame. The receptionist looks at me and smiles knowingly. I blush and struggle to stand up but Sophia holds me down so Rosie can see right up my passage. 'I want you to wear these,' she said fishing in the tray with her fingers.' I hold out my hand and to my surprise she drops a tiny pair of white lace panties in my palm. They feel so light I could hardly feel them and as I feel them between my fingers she releases me. Free at last I struggle to stand as the plug settles in my arse. Sophia frowns. 'Please don't question my decision. I studied at Oxford and Dam well know what I'm doing.' I'm so taken back I nervously step into the panties and slide them up my legs. Besides wearing something was better than nothing at all and though I looked ridiculous in the women's panties I strangely didn't feel so embarrassed as I did when naked. She then turns her back to me and rummages in the tray yet again. I smell a strong surgical spirit but before I can ask what's what she's upon me. Twirling round her hands in front she presses two strange jelly moulds on my bare chest as if putting up a large poster. I feel the adhesive stick firm and she presses forward sending me off balance. 'What are these,' I say, though well aware what they represented. 'They are your first breasts,' she chuckles and don't they suit you? I stare down at my chest and see a pair of flesh coloured breasts with raised, natural looking nipples and clearly defined aola. She gives them both a squeeze and I'm convinced I can feel them as if my own. I blush and wonder how easy they are to remove. She must have read my mind. They are stuck firm,' she chuckles, 'but they should shake lose in five days.' 'Five days,' I say gazing at my weighty silicone breasts, 'what am I supposed to do with these?' She grins and hands me a pretty bra that matches my panties. 'Like it or not. They're yours and you'll need this.' I take it from her and stare at the lacy cups in bewilderment. 'You're behaving like a big girl. Don't grumble I've been uncharacteristically kind you're only a 38c. They're barely noticeable. Personally I'd prefer you as a 38 Double D but the clients right' I wrap the bra around my chest like I've seen Becky do a thousand times, clasp it in front, twist it round my back and slip each arm in a strap. The support is appreciated and I actually enjoy the sensation of the tiny straps on my shoulders and the lace cups on my breasts. 'And these,' she said handing me what I thought where shorts but as I slipped them up my legs I realised they where padded panties that increased my hips by over three inches. 'And finally tights.' 'I've no idea what good these will do.' I bleat but don't quibble as I take them from her. 'Now don't tell Becky. Let her work this out for herself. Just go with the flow. Relax and enjoy the experience. I put back my shirt relieved that it comfortably covered my bra and false breasts. My jeans where more of a struggle. Though I managed to fit them up my thighs I was unable to pull them over my hips. Sophia laughed. 'Do you want me to lend you something?' 'No', I said choosing instead to lay on the floor and pull them with all my might until I had them on. I stood up and caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window. I could hardly believe it was me. Even though I was wearing the clothes I had arrived in my figure had changed completely. Now instead of being straight like a ruler I was curvy like an hourglass. Just then Becky came back in. I quickly put my coat on. She didn't seem to notice but as I sat back down the plug pressed into my arse and I whimpered slightly. Sophia grinned. 'Now I want you both to remember what I said. Becky I want you to be strong and firm. This may not be easy but from what I can see its the road you must tread to improve your relationship. And I want you to make sure you give him this medication. Two pills morning and night.' She hands her a large pot and I frown disapprovingly. 'I've given him some things to wear. He's to wear them until at least tonight then as and when you think necessary. Be adventurous do what your heart says and just go with it. You won't shock me. You know what I expect. We will get there its just a matter of time. In the meantime do what you can, apply pressure where necessary and look forward to when the change occurs.' I stare at her bemused unsure of her meaning. 'W, W, What,' I stutter. She turned to me. 'You must make the biggest sacrifice. You may want to rebel, to refuse but if you do I will be deeply disappointed. Listen to Becky do what she asks and come back and see me same time next week.' She hadn't really told me anything. 'But what do you want me to do?' I ask 'Don't worry your pretty little head about it,' she says, 'All will become clear in due course.' She turns back to Becky and smiled affectionately. I want to see you beforehand shall we say lunchtime Wednesday. I will want to know how you're getting on. 'Will you want to see me before next week?' I ask. 'No that won't be necessary 'she says. 'Becky can inform me of your progress.' I find myself thanking her and getting up to leave. 'That was pretty painless,' Becky says as we walk down the road. I grimace. 'Easy for you to say,' I whisper aware I'm not to tell her about the things I'm wearing. 'Lets grab lunch in the department stores restaurant.' she says merrily. I wanted to go home but I remembered what Sophia had said and meekly agreed. The restaurant was on the third floor and as we rode the elevator Becky suggested we pop into the ladies clothing department. I normally didn't clothes shop with her but something strange had happened since our first consultation and I wasn't entirely sure what. I felt meek and submissive as if under some form of spell and I was very aware of my new shape. My wide child bearing hips and my weighty breasts. I followed her round the floor like a lamb. First we went into the shoe department where she tried on some boots and high heels. She unusually asked my opinion and hung on my every word as if I knew what I was talking about. She didn't buy anything. Next we looked at a range of fashionable dresses. From day dresses to evening dresses and sexy party dresses. I assumed she was shopping for Christmas. Again she asked my advice. She behaved out of character. It wasn't like her to ask my opinion and the cloths we looked at where far to girly and just not here style. I can't remember the last time I'd seen her in anything remotely feminine. She recently preferred business suits when working or jeans when at relaxing at home. Finally we ended up in the lingerie department where she spent an age looking at sexy bras, panties and stockings. Again she bought nothing. By now I was getting incredibly hot. I still had my coat on and my legs where as warm as toast but I daren't take off my coat in case she saw the bra. Empty-handed she eventually dragged me to the restaurant where she made me sit at a table while she ordered. She wasn't long and rather than cool down I was even hotter. 'Why don't you take off your coat dear,' Becky said returning with a tray of sandwiches. I shake my head but she could tell I was sweating. 'Don't be daft take off your coat.' She wouldn't take no for an answer so not wishing to cause a scene I carefully slipped my coat off and hung it behind my chair. She looked at me oddly as we ate and chatted about Sophia and the counselling session. I expressed my concerns thinking she was rather unorthodox. Becky wouldn't agree and as far as she was concerned Sophia couldn't do a thing wrong. I still kept numb and didn't tell her about the lingerie I wore and regretted wearing the stuff. But the restaurant was air-conditioned and despite the tights and the plastic covered seats I began to cool off. I wondered how Becky would react to my new breasts and was careful to cross my arms to conceal them. I felt the breasts tug on my chest and was grateful for the bras support. It was odd but with the bra hanging off my shoulders, my legs wrapped in tights with a plug in my arse I felt lady-like and feminine. I even enjoyed shopping and felt quite comfortable looking at all the beautiful dresses and skirts. I shuffled on the seat making the plug twist sending shock waves through my spine. 'Haven't you got something to tell me?' Becky eventually asks. In Need of Counselling 'No,' I say but knew I looked guilty. 'Sophia said I had to expect a confession from you. A secret longing. What do you think she means by that' 'I've No Idea,' I stammer. She looked at me closely as if peering through my shirt with X-ray eyes. 'I don't know how to say this darling but are you wearing a bra?' I placed a finger to my lips. 'Shh! Be quite, please. I've got to.' Becky looked confused. 'Sophia stuck two false breasts on my chest and made me wear this bra. I've no idea why. Some crack pot idea she got from Oxford University.' Becky smiled. 'Is that all, I thought you'd put on weight.' 'What do you mean - is that all. Isn't that enough.' Becky smirks. 'I don't know. Sophia messed with my head too and she told me to expect a change in us both.' 'Its her,' I say, 'if we under go a change its entirely her doing. Becky didn't look convinced. 'Anything else.' she asked. 'I'm also wearing panties, tights and...' I leaned forwards so no one could hear. 'Some weird padded panty. I can hardly do up my jeans. According to Sophia I've now got an hourglass figure. Becky grins but rather than look disgusted looks incredibly hot and horny. 'Sophia insists I wear this stuff until at least tonight and needless to say I feel incredibly strange.' Becky laughs and reaches forward to touch one of my breast. 'It's not funny' I say pulling away, 'they feel like the real thing and they make me feel all-peculiar.' Becky looks excited. 'She also kept my socks and I have been terrified people would see my tights peeking from under my jeans.' Becky looks under the table and chuckles. 'I see,' she says coming up and looking me straight in the eye. 'So how do they feel wearing these things?' 'As I said peculiar but that's the odd thing. They feel quite comfortable apart from my jeans that are incredibly tight. They're so tight I'm worried I'm doing some long term damage. Yet I even quite like the feel of lace, nylon and Lycra' Becky grins and looks excited. 'We cant have you damaging yourself why don't you take the jeans off and lets buy you something different?' I was about to reply when Becky grabs my hand and drags me out of the restaurant. I just had time to collect my coat. As we travel down the escalator she opens my coat and examines my new shape. She gasps so loud the shoppers to our side turn and I find myself blushing like a beetroot. 'You're right she said, 'You have an enviable figure.' Back on the ladies floor Becky quickly grabs a delicate grey chiffon dress she had shown me earlier. 'I think you're a 14.' I wasn't able to object as she bundles me into the changing cubicle. 'Hurry before anyone comes' and her hands are on my jeans like a starving lion. Remarkably she has them down my legs and in a bemused state I find myself stepping out of them. It was with relief my hips felt free and unrestricted. 'Your shirt' she screams and without warning she pulls it apart to the sound of buttons popping and cotton tearing. But before I could object she's gone back on the shop floor leaving me dressed in lingerie with a chiffon dress in my hands. I felt as if the soles of my feet had been stapled to the floor. I ponder my predicament. I had no choice. Transfixed I step bemused into the pretty dress, first one foot then the other. I shiver as it caressed my legs with its light touch as I pulled it over my hips. Becky reappears as I slip it over my new breasts awkwardly. Smiling she helps me with the straps and the zip. It is a lovely dress. Not that I was an expert, I could tell it was expensive and not some cheap rag from the local market. It was a bit glam for shopping so she covers my shoulders and sleeves with a black long-sleeved top. To complete my new look she wraps a black studded belt round my waist. Within minutes I'm smartly attired in the dress and Becky has my jeans rolled up in her hands. She looks me up and down and for the first time in our relationship I see a different style of smile spread across her face. She smoothes the dress out with her hands. 'You look amazing,' she gasps. 'Your legs are so long and smooth, your hips so wide and your waist so narrow. I never realised you where so gorgeous.' I blush and fidget with a ruffle on the dress. 'But I still can't see why this helps our relationship. It's insane.' Becky grins. 'Darling, We have to try. Doctor Sophia comes highly recommended. Its worth doing anything to salvage our relationship. Stay here while I just buy you some shoes.' Imagine dressed in lingerie and a dress in a fashionable ladies shop. I was terrified. I wondered what would happen if another woman wanted to use the cubicle. The embarrassment. I studied myself in the mirror and wondered if I could get way with it. Fortunately I didn't have to wait long and I soon heard Becky's familiar voice on the other side of the curtain. She had bought me a pair of stunning high-heeled purple leather boots similar to those she had shown me earlier. They where beautiful. 'They didn't have the others in your size,' she says. But your tights are the wrong shade. Try these black tights.' I accept my fate and slide my tan tights off and slip the black pair on and on doing so she opened the cubicle door. Nervously I tottered out and a women waiting to use the cubicle looked at me suspiciously. I smiled as Becky led me to the till where she paid for the dress, top and belt. The pretty young assistant congratulated me on my coordinated outfit and though I was very aware of my lack of make-up and masculine haircut the pretty assistant didn't seem to notice. Yet despite all this I felt amazing. What magic had Sophia cast? What spell had she woven? Why was Becky acting so strange and why oh why did I enjoy the thrill of the clothes I wore. The bra hanging off my shoulders was a constant reminder of my new breasts and the plug in my butt calmed me down in a submissive way. It was a relief not to be wearing tight jeans and the thrill of silk and nylon made me want to spurt my load whenever I moved. My high-heeled leather boots where amazing. The made me hold my whole body differently and as I tottered about I found myself taking delicate feminine steps. After only a few minutes of wearing the dress I could quite understand why women loved their clothes so much - I was a convert. I wanted to go shopping and try more things on. I felt their was no stopping me, I wanted a mini skirt, a pencil skirt, a figure hugging little black dress and draws of sexy lingerie. But why? What was becoming of me? Was I transforming into a sissy? So quickly with no warning. Was Sophia right? Was Oxford University a great judge of character after all? I shudder and shake my head in an attempt to dislodge any long-term girlish thoughts. On the way to the car Becky made a short detour back to the clinic. 'I'm not going back in there,' I cry but Becky wasn't listening as she dragged me back into the reception. Rosie the receptionist recognised me immediately. 'Nice dress,' she said admiring my outfit and strangely I blush and give a tiny twirl so that my skirt spirals outwards to flash the tops of my boots and tight covered thighs. 'You are a sexy kitten.' she says looking up from her appointment book. Becky looks guilty. 'We haven't got another appointment but I want to show Sophia something.' 'Well' Rosie said leafing through her diary, 'The doctors very busy but looking at your beauty I'm sure she won't want to miss this amazing transformation. Take a seat and I'll see what I can do.' We didn't have to wait long before we where ushered through. Sophia was behind her desk dictating notes into a pocket memo when we entered. She stood up immediately and to my surprise kissed Becky gently on each cheek. 'My God you've made some progress. I didn't expect the dress until our third appointment or the trip outside until at least our fifth. This is great news. I'm so glad you came to show me. This is great progress far beyond my expectations.' She comes out from behind her dress and walks around me scrutinising my new dress. 'It only goes to prove my diagnosis was correct.' She beamed proudly at Becky as if she had won a prized award. 'But tell me Becky how do you feel?' Becky looked at her, 'in command, strong.' she said. 'Excellent,' Sophia clapped. 'And what about you.' she turned to me and on doing so bent and took hold of the hem of my dress. She raised it high in the air lifting it over my hips revealing my stockings and padded panties. She releases one hand and fondles my bottom until she feels the butt plug still tightly held in between my cheeks. 'Stupid,' I say pulling away from her so that my skirts fall around my knees. 'Effeminate, submissive and under control.' 'Superb, even better. Great news. But ..' she turned to Becky, 'you didn't mention sexy.' Becky grinned. 'I do,' she cried, 'I really do. I feel incredibly sexy. Dressed in that dress I find him a real turn on I just didn't want to admit it.' She paused and pondered what to say next. 'I want to take him home and rip the dress off him and give him a good seeing to.' She smirked and turned slightly crimson. 'Excellent. Don't be ashamed this is what I predicted.' Sophia now looked excited herself. She turned to me and gave me a tiny clutch bag. 'Well done here's a gift from me. You deserve it.' 'Err thanks,' I say feeling the beads and tiny clasp. 'No ones ever given me a purse before.' 'it's a clutch bag stupid,' Sophia corrects me. She strode over to her desk and pressed the intercom. 'Rosie can you bring me a "blonde georgette", thank you.' She turns back to Becky and rubs her chin thoughtfully. 'I may as well jump to stage three and four simultaneously you need some satisfaction. I hope you don't mind if I ask Rosie to join us, she's a trainee, very good but rather inexperienced I like her to see me work.' Becky nodded and I stupidly remain dumb. 'Tamsin dear Aren't you going to open your pretty clutch bag? I look up to my new name and in a daze spring the clasp. Inside is a tube of bright pink lipstick and a small mirror. 'Now Becky a gift for you too.' She handed her a huge ribbed vibrator. This will pleasure you both. You may use it as you wish but I suggest you use it on him at least until you feel comfortable.' My eyes widen and Becky looks concerned. She then handed Becky a double-headed dildo in some form of harness. 'It's a strap on dildo,' she explained as if there was nothing unusual about the frightening contraption. 'This will really heighten the experience.' 'I'm not sure I can do this,' Becky says. I feel a sense of relief. 'Nonsense Becky it's the most natural thing ever. Its just a mind set. You've received for years now its your turn to give and be in control.' Just look at him he's gagging for it. I didn't want to be so blatant so early in your treatment but he needs to be taken in hand. He's a sissy for all to see and needs to be treated as such. Look how this dress suits him. You can't deny him his right. It would be cruel to keep him imprisoned in trousers. If he is of no use as man let him serve you as a sissy slut. There I said it the word women can get called so unfairly but he's different I can tell he's a sissy obedient slut.' Becky nods. 'Hold on a minute,' I say defiantly but its difficult to argue your case when dressed like a supermodel. 'Be quite,' Sophia snapped. 'Who asked your opinion. This is not a discussion. You had your chance earlier and you missed it. ' 'What,' I sniff. 'You let me dress you in lingerie and Becky dress you in this beautiful dress, top and boots. Did I hear you complain? I stare at her dumbly and bit my lip unsure what to say. Was the doctor right. Was I sissy who wanted nothing more than pleasing Becky by dressing in soft feminine and sexy? Did I not want a job in the commercial world but happily settle for cooking and keeping our house clean. My mind was in a whirl, I felt so confused. Becky despite her change in character still looked uneasy. Sophia on the other hand looked in control. 'Shall I show you?' To my horror Becky nods and a smile spreads across Sophia's face so wide I thought her face would split. 'Paint your lips sissy Tamsin.' she orders pointing at me and the lipstick I still held in my dainty hand. Trembling I did as Sophia asked pursing my lips at the tiny mirror in the clutch Bag and coating my lips with the bright lipstick. As soon as I'd done it Rose entered the room carrying the "Blonde Georgette" which turned out to be a dazzling shoulder length curly wig. Rose grinned like an elf as she stretched it over my head rather heavy handily. Once in position she combed it carefully until it shone. All the girls gasp and I felt myself flutter my eyelids provocatively. I had never grown my hair before and I loved it. It framed my face beautifully and looked incredibly natural. While this was gong on Sophia had surreptiously pulled down her own trousers and panties and to my surprise had already inserted a rubber dildo. 'Wrap your lips round this baby. I want to see your sissy pink lipstick on my cock.' She grins and turns to Becky. 'Get the picture. Be firm masterful and direct. Its the way he wants it - trust me.' As if hypnotised I drop to my knees looking as I was about to pray and hold her firm rubber cock with both quivering hands. She smirks and grabs my head with both hands while slowly sliding them together so her fingers interlock on the back of my head. 'Well done,' she says pulling me onto her cock. I open my mouth and let her tease my lips with its rubber tip. Its then I smell her strong perfume and my own cock begins to throb. I playfully bite its length and slavishly salivate all along its length as if I was a cheap whore. 'See how he sucks.' Sophia cries, 'he's a sissy slut for sure.' Perhaps she's right I muse as I take her length gagging as it slides deeper and deeper over my tongue filling my hot little mouth until it almost touched the back of my throat. I gag and gripped her thighs and attempted to pull away but she held me firm and gently rocked back and forth. She began to moan and shake faking an ejaculation but as I work harder on bring her off she jerks her hips and operates a tiny remote that ejects a torrent of warm cum type liquid into my mouth. 'Drink my beauty,' she cries. Unable to escape I gulp the salty liquid down. 'Its that easy,' she says letting my head go so I fall back on my knees, synthetic cum dripping from my mouth. To be honest I surprised myself in the way that I coped but now I was relieved it was over and was looking forward to going home. Since Rosie had only just managed to fit us in between appointments I assumed that was it and stood up to go but how wrong was I? 'Now when you're ready bend him over a chair,' Sophia barks, 'or if you prefer drop on all fours in that popular doggy position.' As she talked she pulled away from me and lifted my dress over my back then repeated the exercise with my under slip. 'Pull their tights and panties down.' she says merrily as if addressing a class. 'You'll know how hard. I prefer to be more forceful.' And before she had finished her sentence she had hooked my tights, padded panties and panties with her fingers and where dragging them aggressively down my legs. She stopped at my knees which had the desired effect of a pair of padded manacles locking my knees together refusing me any movement - running was futile. She held my head and pushed it back over the chair. The small scrap of paper was still on the floor. 'Now earlier I prepared him with this plug'. She points to it with the tip of her rubber cock. 'Becky would you like to do the honours and uncork him?' I stare at Becky expecting her to refuse and call a halt to the charade but instead she pulls my plug with trembling fingers slowly out. There's a satisfying plop as my muscles stretch and let the plug go. 'Now with your weapon sufficiently lubed... Insert.' she presses forward with her hips and her huge rubber cock slips into my stretched hole like a torpedo in a tube. I moan and groan and bite my pink lips shaking my head so my long blonde wig whirled around me. 'See how he enjoys being penetrated. See how beautiful he looks dressed as a woman and see how feminine and submissive he has become.' she leans back and slaps my bottom so they can all see it smart. I see Becky shake her head in amazement. 'Look too at his tiny cock see how this pleases him. This is a lesson for you Becky, don't hold back make sure you get your fill.' 'How will Becky get satisfaction?' Rosie suddenly asks. I peer behind me to see Sophia riding me like a horse thrusting her rubber cock in and out my hole while simultaneously slapping my buttocks. Sophia looks out of breath. 'Oh trust me she will,' she gasps and with an almighty push she buries herself deep inside me and I hold on no longer as my cock spasms prior to ejaculation. Rosie as quick as a flash grabs a pill pot flips the lid, drops to her knees and grips my throbbing cock. She gives it a squeeze and I shoot my load into the vessel. 'Well done Rosie,' Sophia cries and Rosie enthusiastically pumps my wilted cock like a milkmaid milking a cock. Soon its over. Sophia's back on her feet with her rubber cock away and her trousers rearranged looking the ever-professional councillor. Becky hands Rosie the butt plug, which she ceremoniously reinserts it in my stretched arse. Rosie then hands the pot to Sophia who examines the contents with a frown. 'Quite pathetic,' she surmises, 'but its what I anticipated from a sissy such as this. Now Becky my dear do you think you can manage that?' I see Becky nod as I right myself and rearrange my under things so I can salvage some modesty. 'Thank you Rosie,' Sophia says, 'That will be all.' 'Yes thank you,' Becky agrees pocketing my pot of cum. Sophia grins. 'He'll enjoy that for supper. Apparently its full of nutrients. I find the best method of administration is with a small plastic medicine spoon. Or you can always fill your dildo like I did earlier with a previous patients cum.' I stare at her in horror the taste still in my mouth. 'Now don't stop the momentum if you're up to it give it to him again tonight.' She hands her a tiny pink babydoll and a pair of matching panties. 'This may help and don't forget to call him Tamsin whenever you can and don't worry about what he thinks you're now in control its not for you to ask he's your new wife you can take when ever you please and keep next weeks appointment as planned. Have a happy new year' As we leave the clinic I wonder what Doc Sophia has planned next and when will the feminisation end. I had a feeling my year was going to be very different. Does Becky use the dildo on me again that night? Do I dress in the sexy babydoll and what is Sophia prescribing in her next session. And is her familiarity with Becky just a healthy client, councillor relationship or does doc Sophia see more in the beautiful Becky. You decide. The end.