Jacey

[Sandra B]

Chapter 16.  Boys will be Girls.

I didn’t explain earlier what Dani’s plan for Andrew was.  First, she told Angela about his confession.  She was speechless.  She just sat there gaping.  Eventually she found her voice.
“He actually said that?
“Yes.”
“Well I’ve always known he was a wimp, of course.  If we have an argument, he gets all petulant and sulky, and if I don’t give him a good seeing-to then he goes and takes all his frustrations out on someone else – Maddy, or the other girls at work, I expect.  But this explains a lot.”
“So I was wondering, whether he would be happier as a woman – or a little girl, for that matter. I have some friends who are experts in the field.  They do it professionally.  They call themselves ‘Transcendence’.  I know, it’s a bit cheesy, but they know what they’re doing.”
“Really?  Do you think we could?”
“I think he’s perfect material.  And he may end up a much nicer person.  At least, a lot less arrogant and egotistical.”
“Wow.  I’m excited.  I’m trying to imagine what he would be like.  I’m sure he would be as vain as ever.  But that’s more acceptable in a female, isn’t it?”
“Imagine him putting on his makeup and doing his hair!”
Angela laughed. “I’m imagining him more as a little girl!  You know, all dress up and show off.  That would be so sweet!”
“Anyway, that’s my idea.”
“I see,” said Angela.  “It’s very, very bad,” she added, frowning.  Then she laughed.  “Let’s do it!”
“What does everyone else think?” asked Dani.
We all eagerly assented.   It was decided.  Andrew’s fate was sealed.

So now here we were, with Steve nicely prepared and ready to be sent down to meet Andrew.  This was the first test.  If it failed, we were back to square one.  We followed Dani to the dungeon door.
“Now listen, Stephanie,” she said, quietly, “you’re just another captive, OK?  We lured you here by devious means, and then subjugated you, right?”
“Well you did, as a matter of fact.”
“Nonsense!  You came of your own accord, remember?  It was your sister and your girlfriend who took you in hand.  But better you tell him you were drugged or whatever, and woke up like this.  That should make him sympathetic.”
Steve looked at her suspiciously, but said nothing.
“Now, I’m going to cuff you, but I’m also going to give you the key.  You can say you picked it off the dressing table while we weren’t looking.  He’s going to be very grateful to you for that.  He must be feeling pretty miserable by now, and having a fellow sufferer in there with him should cheer him up.  Someone in just the same boat.  Be nice to him.  Console him.  Plan your escape, if you like.  Just remember what I said, and consider how you’d like to appear at work tomorrow…”
She cuffed his hands behind his back, pressed the little key into one of them, and picked up a whip from beside the door.
“Let’s go.”  She pushed him through the doorway, turning to us with a sly wink, and whispered, “the CCTV’s in the lounge.  Riccardo is setting it up now.” 

When we entered the lounge, Riccardo had just finished routing two of the CCTV streams into the main television screen.  On the wall behind the TV, what I had taken to be a drinks cupboard with a roll door had been opened, revealing a CCTV console with six small screens.  He stood up, bowed slightly, and retired.  We settled down to watch.  The feed was in colour, and high quality.  The screen was split, the left side from a camera right above the bunk, the right from an elevated position opposite.  On the console we saw Steve being marched down the staircase and crossing the room.  Dani went ahead and unlocked the door of the cage.  We saw Andrew turn his head, and then sit up.  She pushed Steve inside, relocked the door, and made her way back to the staircase.  Inside the cage, Steve was standing sheepishly, looking around him.  Andrew seemed to be asking him something, but at that stage we had no sound.  A moment later Dani reappeared in the lounge.
“OK, let’s see what transpires – if anything.”
She touched the keypad of the console, and we got sound.
“… did you get here?” Andrew was asking.
“Er, I dunno,” replied Steve, sounding slightly bemused, “I just went for a drink, like, and the next thing I knew…”
“They did the same to me!” cried Andrew, “the bitches!”
“What are they going to do to us?” whimpered Steve.  He was very convincing.  I was impressed.
“Whatever it is, they’re going to regret it,” snarled Andrew.  “Get these f***ing cuffs off me!” he shouted, at the top of his voice, hoping I suppose that we could hear.  But his voice merely echoed around the cavernous dungeon.
“Oh, I managed to steal the key when they weren’t looking,” said Steve.  It’s in my hand.”
“You did?  Well done!  Here, unlock me and then I’ll unlock you.”
“That’s one up to us,” he smiled, as they stood back to back and Steve fiddled with his cuffs.  “Careful.  Don’t drop it.  That’s it.  Great!  That’s better!”
He removed the other cuff, then unlocked Steve.  He seemed blissfully unaware we were watching everything.
“Doesn’t he realise he’s on CCTV?” asked Angela.
“Obviously not,” returned Dani.  “The cameras are quite invisible.  They’re tiny, and built into the fittings.  He hasn’t registered how high-tech the place is.  Steve was the same.  It’s the bare brick walls, I think.  He thinks he’s in some sort of medieval torture-chamber.  Poor child.”

The boys had started chatting, comparing notes.  Steve was not going to admit he had originally come there voluntarily.
“Yeah, I went out for a quiet drink with my sister and her friend, and the next thing I knew I woke up here stark naked.  If I hadn’t let them put me in this dress I’d still be naked.”
“Your sister?  That’s rubbish!”
“Yeah.  Madeline.  She can be a right bitch when she wants to.”
“Madeline?  Oh, my god!  Madeline!  Yes!  I thought I recognised that other one.  She works at Mason and Partridge, right?”
“That’s right.  Do you know her?”
“F***!  It was dark when they came down.  I thought she looked familiar.  She’s one of my assistants.  She’s a f***ing useless cow!  I can tell you this – she’s not going to be working there much longer, once I get out of here!”
I could see my Steve’s face that, even in present circ-umstances, he didn’t much like hearing his sister called a useless cow.  But his frown quickly gave way to a pleasant smile.
“We should introduce ourselves.  Andrew, isn’t it?  I’m Steve.”
But Andrew had no conception of the social niceties.
“F***ing Madeline.  That’s all I need!  I bet she orchestrated the whole thing.  I’ll get that bitch, just wait and see.”
“Let’s sit down and talk about how we’re going to get out of here,” said Steve, soothingly.
He went and sat on the bed.  His stiff flared skirt rose up at the front, offering a peek of his pink panties.  I had to admit, he did look quite alluring.  I decided that when we were back to normal  - well, something like normal – I wanted to ravish him in that dress.  Not as my boyfriend, of course – that was all over – but as my helpless little maid. 
Andrew sat down next to him.  He couldn’t get Madeline out of his head.
“So she f***cked us both over,” he brooded.  “She was there in the corner when Angela was beating me.  There’s no way she can go back to work with my firm.  I’ll make sure she gets sacked.  It’ll be my turn to f*** her up!”
“Oh, really?” murmured Maddy.  “We’ll see about that.”
Meanwhile Steve was playing his part well.  He put his head in his hands.
“How we gonna get outa here?” he whined.  “You know they’ve gone out for the day?  They won’t be back till five.”
Andrew snapped out of vengeance mode.  He looked sympathetically at his cellmate, and put a hand on his thigh.
“There, there, don’t worry.  We’ll be out soon.  They don’t know we’ve got our cuffs off.  When they do come back, just keep your hands behind your back, and when they open the door we’ll jump them!  OK?”
“Yeah, I guess.  I’m so worried.  I might lose my job over this.”  Steve began to sob quietly.
“No you won’t, Steve.   We’ll work it out.”
“They said I have to call myself Stephanie from now on.”
“They said I’m Andrea!”
“That’s a pretty name…. but you are very…handsome.”
“Yeah, well, I guess.  But you’re pretty, Stephanie!”  He said this with a guffaw, but in a tone that wasn’t entirely ironical.
Steve made the most of it.
“Do you think so…?  I…you know…I don’t really mind dressing up, so long as it’s not in public.  In fact I sort of like it.  I thought of agreeing to come back and dress up again in return for being allowed to go back to work.”
“I understand, Steve…er, Stephanie.  I understand.”  Andrew put his arm around Steve’s waist.  That really is a very pretty outfit, you know.  The pink suits you so well…”
Steve threw his arms round Andrew. 
“Andrea, I'm really worried.  S’pose we can’t escape, and they keep us here forever?”
“Don’t be silly, Stephanie, they can’t do that.  There, there.  Here, stop crying, lie down, and have a cuddle.  That’s right.  Calm yourself – everything’s going to be all right.”
Andrew helped Steve lie down nearest the wall, and nursed him in his arms.  I could see him inhaling Steve’s scent.  Steve allowed his head to sink onto Andrew’s shoulder, and closed his eyes.  Andrew looked down at him, smiling.  He began softly to smooth down the pink satin dress.  His hand travelled down to Steve’s waist. 
“Go to sleep if you like,” he whispered.  After a few moments he gently kissed Steve’s ear.  Steve squirmed ever so slightly, and make a faint appreciative noise.  Andrew repeated the gesture, and pressed himself closer to his new friend.  We watched, fascinated.
“Yes, that’s right,” murmured Dani, “don’t stop…”
As if in reply, Andrew pressed his lips to Steve’s ear again, and took the lobe between his teeth.  Steve let out a little gasp.  Andrew’s hand moved lower, onto Steve’s bare thigh, stroking first the side, and then the front.  Then it moved up under Steve’s skirt.
“Andrea…!” groaned Steve.
“Goodness, Stephanie, these little panties….they’re really too small for a big girl like you, aren’t they?  Here, maybe this will help.”
We heard the sound of a zip being slowly undone.  Steve let out a moan, pulled Andrew’s head towards him, and fastened his lips on his friend’s.
“My god,” I said, “this is mutual.  Steve’s not acting now, is he?”
The tension in the lounge was palpable.
Andrew’s arm was moving back and forth now, in a steady, subtle rhythm.  After a minute or so, he detached his lips from Steve’s and slid slowly down the bed.  Softly raising Steve’s skirt, he gave us a perfect view of my boyfriend’s erection.  I almost felt nostalgic.  The next moment, half of it had disappeared inside Andrew’s mouth, and his head was moving gently to and fro. 
Angela was sitting between Maddy and me.  “Oh, my….!” she exclaimed, grasping and squeezing both our hands in her excitement, “am I really seeing this?”
“I think it’s beautiful,” laughed Maddy.  “It’s on record, right Dani?”
Dani nodded.
“Then you’d better get onto your friends as soon as possible,” she remarked.
“Ooh, yes, do!” exclaimed Angela.

[krystalasbaby2017]

A sissy sex scene interesting further then what the girls thought might happen.  Did Steve really want this?  Keep up the good story to see where this goes

[Sandra B]

Chapter 17.   A Consummation Devoutly to be Wished.

For the moment, however, all we could focus on was the drama unfolding in front of our eyes.  It was obvious both the boys were totally absorbed in their lovemaking.  So were we.  I thought it was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed.  Steve was no longer acting, that was clear.  I began to understand where his true sexuality lay. 
All at once he extricated himself, dragged Andrew up the bed, and lay down again with his head opposite his friend’s thighs.  He yanked down Andrew’s tights and bulging panties, unleashing his swollen member.  Taking it gently in his hand, he drew back the foreskin and, after a moment’s hesitation, slid his lips over the glistening tip.  He grasped a handful of Andrew’s little pinafore dress and held it tight, to keep him close, his other hand gripping the base of the shaft.  Steve must have been close to orgasm, but with commendable self-control he focussed his attention on repaying the compliment with interest, his head bobbing back and forth, while his cheeks flexed with the oscillation of his tongue.
Maddy clapped her hand to her mouth and leant forward eagerly.
“I don’t believe it!  Just look at them!”
“He’s never shown that much enthusiasm with me!” murmured Angela, sounding slightly hurt.
“But now at last they're both getting what they really wanted all along,” said Dani, quietly.
We watched as the scene played itself out.  Steve was the first to surrender, spasms of pleasure shaking his body, while he emitted a series of muffled, distinctly feminine, squeals.  Poor Andrew was inundated, drawing a short, satisfied laugh from Angela.  However, after briefly withdrawing to gulp in air, Steve continued, his enthusiasm apparently undiminished.  Andrew rolled onto his back, eyes closed, moaning softly.  His blouse and the front of his pinafore were quite spoiled, and strings of sticky fluid were trickling down his throat and cheeks.  However, it was several more minutes before he too succ-umbed, winding his fingers in Steve’s hair and crying out with ecstasy.  Steve proved much greedier than his friend, and hardly spilt a drop.  Eventually he fell back, and they lay there, exhausted and unmoving, their cheeks still rosy with arousal, their lovely dresses soiled and dishevelled . 
“Phew!  That was spectacular!” exclaimed Maddy, sitting back in her chair. 
“What a pair of total sissies!” sneered Angela.  “Oh!  Sorry girls, I didn’t mean to criticise Steve.  I mean, it really wasn’t his idea, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” said Dani, “that’s true.  But he certainly played his part well.  I didn’t really expect our little venture was going to be that successful!”
“Do you think they’re both sissies?  Or do you think it goes further than that?” I asked.
“Well I don’t know about Steve,” replied Angela, “but now I’m convinced Andrew needs to be a girl.  I think he’d be much happier.  I certainly would,” she added, with a grin.
We sat there in a thoughtful silence for a minute.  Then Dani suggested coffee.
“I’ve got a better idea,” said Angela, “why don’t we leave them to it, like we were supposed to, and go out for lunch?  I think a little celebration is called for.  And we need to decide on our next moves.”
Her idea was universally welcomed.  Dani turned off the cameras – “I think they deserve a little privacy now.  And in any case, I don’t think anything could follow that!” – and we all piled into Angela’s car, which was the biggest, and headed for the restaurant.

Over lunch we discussed our strategy. 
“I think we should give both of them the same treatment,” I suggested.  “It seems only fair.”  I was feeling aroused by what I had seen, and at that moment the prospect of sending Steve further down the road to womanhood seemed very exciting.  All sorts of possibilities were turning themselves over in my mind.
“I know how you feel, darling,” said Dani, putting her hand on mine, “but one thing at a time.  I think these two may end up being an item, don’t you?  In which case it may be nice if one becomes a girl, and the other remains a boy – or at least a boy-girl,” she laughed.
“Oh, yes, I see what you mean,” I replied.  “Well, a boy-girl or a girl-boy will do, I guess.  Either way, it’ll be fun.”
“What do you think, Angela and Maddy?”
“Absolutely, Dani,” smiled Maddy.  “You’re the boss.”
“You know what I think,” said Angela.  “I can’t wait to see the tables turned on that self-important little twat.”
“So how’s it going to work, Dani?  What’s the programme?” asked Maddy.
“Well,” replied Dani, sipping her champagne, “tomorrow they’re both going back to work as normal.”
“Really?” protested Angela, “what about the feminisation then?”
“Oh, plenty of time,” said Dani.  “Look.  We own them, right?   It’s quite simple.  Tomorrow I’ll phone my friends, and book Andrew in.  They’re always busy, so it won’t be for a week or two, I’m sure.  In the meantime, they can both go back and live their normal, boring lives.  When I know the dates, they will both be instructed to take a week’s or a fortnight’s holiday.  Andrew will get the treatment, and Steve I think should at least have some training.  While he's away, Maddy will inform Mason and Partridge that her boss has decided to transition, so that his workmates will be prepared for when he returns.”
“He’s bound to resist,” said Angela.
“Angela, dear, he won’t have any choice.  Neither of them would dare risk having that video made public.  No, he’ll go quietly, take it from me.  And in any case, somewhere deep down we know he wants it.”
“Oh, god,” said Maddy, “if this works, it’s gonna be so great!  The girls at the office will be ecstatic!  A few weeks ago I heard on the grapevine he tried to grope one of them at last year’s Christmas party!  Oh, Angela, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that..”
“Seriously?” exclaimed Angela.  “Pathetic!  Well, if this goes as planned, he’ll be the one getting groped this year!”

We stayed at the restaurant until after three.  Angela wanted to get back to the house – as the driver, she’d only had one glass of champagne.   “But I’ll make up for it,” she said.  She drove us home, and we retired to the garden, where Riccardo served us coc-ktails.
“Riccardo,” asked Dani, “give me your professional opinion.”
“Yes, madam?”
“Those two guys downstairs.  You’ve seen them.  We’re planning to, you know, bring at least one of them over to our side, if you know what I mean.  What do you think?”
He hesitated for a moment.
“Madam, I don’t think you’ll have any problems.  With either of them.  If I had to choose, I would say the fair one will be the easiest.  And he’ll probably end up being the most glamorous, too.”
“Riccardo?  Do I detect a hint of, how can I put it? – interest?”
“My inclinations are unworthy of your attention, madam.”
“Hmm.  We’ll see.  If things work out, however, I might decide to allocate him to you for…evaluation.”
“Thank you, madam.  Of course, I’ll assist you in any way I can.”
As Riccardo withdrew, we all looked at Dani.
“He’s a pet,” she whispered, with a smile, “he’s totally bisexual, which makes him especially susceptible to boys dressed as girls and girls dressed as boys.  But he never allows his feelings to interfere with his duties.”
“Where did you find him?” asked Maddy.
“We met at a BDSM party five years ago.  He was organising the floor shows.  I offered him a job, and he’s been with me ever since.  We’re best friends, but he enjoys playing the servant as much as I enjoy playing the mistress.  It’s a perfect arrangement.”
“He’s sweet,” said Angela.  “I think he very fanciable.  I could easily…”
“I’m sure he’d be up for it.”
“Really?  Maybe…  It would make Andrew jealous, even though I know now he probably fancies boys more.  He would still regard me as his property, though.  He would hate the idea of me going with another guy.”  She looked thoughtful for a moment.  “Yes…  I can see definite possibilities there…”

We sat in the garden until the sun began to sink, then went indoors.  Riccardo met us in the lounge, and handed Dani two flash drives.
“The recordings, as you asked, madam.”
“Thank you, Riccardo.”
Then she went into the bedroom and laid the boys’ everyday clothes out on the bed in two neat piles, all except their underwear.  Then, with a wink at us, she tossed two packs of satiny panties onto each pile.  We filed through the broom cupboard, entered the basement, and trooped downstairs.  As we descended there was a flurry of activity in the cage, and we found Andrew and Steve standing there trying to look innocent, with their hands behind their backs.  We burst out laughing.
“It’s all right boys,” said Dani, “you don’t have to worry.  We’re setting you free.  Go upstairs – your other clothes are in the bedroom.  Go and change.”
She unlocked the door.  They couldn’t get up the stairs quick enough.  But before they reached the top she called to them.
“Just one thing.  You’ll find I’ve issued each of you with six pairs of panties.  These are to be worn instead of your regular ones until I see you next.  Understood?  We may come to your work to do a spot check, so don’t try and cheat.  If either of you fails a check, you’ll both be exposed, so if I were you I’d stick to the rules.  Got it?”
“Yes, miss!”
“Yes, madam!”
While they were dressing, Dani called them a cab.  We walked to the front door to wait for it.  True to form, Andrew came marching along the corridor, all full of bluster once again.
“You lot are done, do you understand?  I…”
“What's the matter, Andrew?  Panties too toght?  Before you go any further, darling, or say something inadvisable, you need to view what’s on this.”  Dani handed him a flash drive and a piece of paper.
“What’s this?” he growled.
“Go home and watch it.  My number’s there.  Here’s one for you, Steve.”
Steve had appeared behind him, looking rather sheepish.
“Oh, and good job, by the way.”
Andrew looked at his friend suspiciously.  “What…?”
“Listen.  Look at those, then call me after ten tomorrow morning.  Not before.  Understand?”
Steve nodded, but Andrew didn’t reply.  He had opened his mouth to say something, however, when the cab arrived, and Dani ushered them out onto the front steps.
“Bye, bye, boys.  Don’t forget.  After ten.”
She shut the door, and we returned to the lounge. 
After the boys had left, Riccardo prepared dinner.  It must have been about nine.  We had eaten and were relaxing with drinks, chatting happily about all sorts of things.  Then Dani’s phone rang.  She answered.
“Hello?...  Andrew?  I told you…  Who said I’m going to publish it?…  Calm down!...  I will, if you don’t be quiet.  That’s better.  Now listen.  When I tell you to do something, you do it!  Understand?  Do you understand?  Right.  So get off the phone, and call me when I instructed you to.  You’re sorry?  So am I.  That’s a black mark against you already.  Yes.  Goodbye!”
She looked at us. 
“Really!  He just doesn’t get it, does he?  But he’ll learn, we’ll make sure of that.”
“He’s such a bully,” said Angela.  “He’s been so used to getting his own way, he can’t cope with being on the receiving end.”
“Well he’s going to have to learn, isn’t he?” laughed Maddy.  “I can’t wait to get to work tomorrow and see how he is.  There’s going to be a few changes at Mason and Partridge, if I’m not mistaken!”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 18.  Reporting for Duty.

Angela and Maddy left about eleven.  I didn’t have lectures Monday morning, so I stayed over.  In any case, I was curious to hear the conversations between Dani and the boys.  I had some pretty weird dreams that night, and awoke in a bit of a daze to the smell of coffee.  There was a steaming cup on my bedside table, and I caught a fleeting glimpse of Riccardo’s uniform disappearing around the bedroom door.  I drank my coffee, showered, dressed, and went down to breakfast.  Dani was sitting at the kitchen table, munching a croissant and looking relaxed.  She smiled a greeting.
“How did you sleep, J?”
“Not bad.  You?”
“Fine, once I got to sleep.  I was lying there making plans for about an hour.”
“Interesting plans?”
“Oh, very.  However,” she said, checking the kitchen clock, “it’s after nine.  I must ring my friends.  I’ll put it on speaker.”
She laid her phone on the table between us and dialled a number.
“This is the team,” she confided, “Debbie’s an old friend.”
“Hello?  Doctor Cavendish speaking.”
“Debbie!  Hi, it’s me, Danielle Kidson.  How are you?”
“Dani!  Nice to hear from you!  I’ve been meaning to ring you for the last month.  I’ve moved to new premises, just outside Denton.  So we’re only about twenty miles away from you now.”
“Is Jayne still with you?”
“Of course.  Couldn’t operate without her.  What’s happening?  Anything interesting?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.  I’ve got a new patient for you.  How are you fixed?”
“Well, we’re pretty busy till the end of the month.  But there are two weeks free at the beginning of June.  Monday the third on.  Any good?”
“Perfect!  I’d need both weeks, I think.  He’d be an in-patient, if that’s OK.”
“No problem.  We’ve got more room now anyway.  What’s the deal?”
“Nothing surgical for now, but otherwise the full works, and training.”
“Ooh, sounds interesting.  Is he compliant?”
“Not really, but he hasn’t got a choice, if you know what I mean.”
“Good.  I like a them with a little bit of fight.  Is he…eligible?”
“Definitely.  Physically and mentally, though he wouldn’t admit it.”
“Excellent.  It’s booked.  Now, do you fancy going for a drink sometime this month?  It would be great to catch up.  And we could discuss your subject.  What’s his name?”
“Andrew Fraser.”
“I’ll write that in.  OK.  You free Friday week?”
“Yes.”
“Ok.  I’ll call you.  See you then!”
“Do you mind if I bring a friend?  A young trainee of mine.  I think you’ll like her.”
“Of course not.  I’d like to meet her.  Look forward to it.  Bye for now, darling.”
“Bye sweetie!”
Dani smiled at me.  “She’s lovely.  I’ve known her for years.  She was a GP until she decided to specialise.  Very competent.  I hope you can make it.”
“Thanks.  Of course.”
“Now all we have to is wait for the boys to call.”

Predictably, Andrew rang first.  It was actually a minute before ten, but he was obviously in a stew.  He was whispering, he explained, as he was calling from work.
“Right, Andrew.  Are you wearing your panties?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Good.  Now this is what you’re going to do.  You’re going to book two weeks holiday, starting on the third of June.”
“I can’t do that!  I’ve already arranged my holidays for August!”
“Well you’ll have to re-arrange them, won’t you?”
“That’s a problem.”
“Well then it’s your problem, not mine.”
“I suppose I could say Angela could only get June…”
“I don’t care what you say or how you do it, Andrew.  You have your instructions.  Goodbye.”
A couple of minutes later Steve rang, sounding nervous.
“It’s Steve.”
“Good morning, Steve.  What underwear are you wearing at the moment?”
“My new panties that you gave me, miss.”
“I hope so.  Now listen.  You are to take the week beginning the tenth of June off from work, and come here.  You have some training to do.”
Steve knew better than to argue.
“Yes, miss.”
“Good boy.  Your friend will already have had a week’s….er, therapy by then.  We’ve decided that, for the time being, all you need is a little instruction in manners and deportment.  I think you’ll find it quite enjoyable, providing you behave yourself and do what you’re told.”
“I will.  Thank you, miss.”
“Right.  See you in June.  Goodbye.”
“There, all organised.  They’ve got their orders.  I wonder if they’ll exchange notes?”
“Probably – after all, they’ve already exchanged bodily fluids!  If they do, I’ll get it out of Steve, don’t worry.”
“I’m sure you will.  Keep me informed, Jacey.”
I left Dani after lunch and headed off to college.  It had been an exciting and revealing weekend!  But I felt sure there was even better to come!

[babycakes]

First of all, thank you for your efforts in providing an intriguing story, especially at a time when most of us are home and staying there for awhile.  The story seems to differ a bit from the usual genre on Betty's site but I find the realism most fascinating.  The best fiction, in my opinion, is the most plausible and this story is at the head of the class. 

In recent chapters, however, the realism has slipped a bit but that is the nature of fiction.  After all, in the current environment Andrew, as a lawyer, would know that his firm could only support him coming out as gay or trans or be in very hot water legally.  Plus he was illegally detained and he has the evidence of the blackmail on the flash drive.  The character seems to be portrayed as a competent lawyer, if also a reprehensible personality, who would have recorded the conversation with Dani, after obtaining a warrant to do so if required, and used this as evidence of blackmail.  Again, not trying to be contrary, just making observations.

My only real quibble with the story line so far is why engaging in male/male s_x indicates a desire to become feminine or physically a woman as discussed by Dani, et al.  Andrew and Steve are only dressed in women's clothes because they were coerced (at least Andrew was) and I'm missing any other indication of their feminine leanings.

Again, these are merely observations and not meant to irritate the author.  In fact, this story seems to have received very few comments given the efforts of the author and the quality of the writing. So Sandra B, again bravo for your efforts.

[Sandra B]

Thanks for your very thoughtful critique, babycakes. 
To deal first with Andrew’s passivity, I agree that he would be aware of his firm’s legal obligations, and also that he probably possesses enough evidence to support a prosecution for blackmail.  I can only suggest that he may feel an unwarranted fear of exposure, partly because of his own underlying insecurity and need to appear unquestionably masculine.
Your second point is well taken.  I can see that the lack of evidential substance for their apparent feminine dispositions is a weakness.  The only explanation I can offer is that the girls somehow divined and exploited what only they suspected, though even they were taken aback by the success of their experiment.  Moreover, I admit I have not been altogether comfortable with the direction I have taken.  I have tried to indicate that I am not implying any general relationship between cross dressing, enforced or otherwise, and bisexuality or homosexuality, just that these individuals, like most people, are an unpredictable confusion of desires, regrets, and uncertainties.
Sandra B

[krystalasbaby2017]

Thank you for another update in this story.  I like how Andrew is being forced to do what the ladies want.
Steve it appears is  just an innocent pawn in this but i think he will end up enjoying what comes along.
Again thank you for the update