Austins Transformation. Ebook TG Story

Another Commissioned story by Wildcrino. Thanks again!

The photo above is the inspiration for this story!

The lift doors swooshes open, and I’m greeted by the sounds of a busy office.

My father, he’d called me into his office. on my day off I might add. I wasn’t pleased, but he did seem pretty panicked. Honestly, I should have been more concerned for the old guy's welfare, but I was more just curious as to why he seemed so agitated.

Strutting through past all his employee’s busy working hard for the company, I head towards his corner office. He’d done pretty well for himself, but I knew he was desperate to make partner at the firm. I mean, I wanted him to as well! The family would be loaded! I’d be on easy street for the rest of my life!

Reaching his secretaries desk, I find it empty.

“Ah,” I say to myself as I walk past the desk and towards his door. “Must be on break or something.”

Tapping the door and instantly letting myself in, I push the heavy wood door open. As the door creaks, I find him leaning against his desk groaning at this woman who stands on the other side.

“Hey Pops,” I say casually. Strutting over to the leather chairs, around his coffee table, I throw myself over the arm. “I’m here.”

“Look he’s here now,” he tells the woman as he rubs his forehead, looking rather stressed.

The woman turns to look at me. I’d never seen this woman before. Her long black tight dress and flowing glossy hair told me she wasn’t an employee here.

“Hi Austin,” she says with a sultry tone. “My names Helen,”

Her long flowing dress and beautiful hair wafts in her wake, as she struts towards me with a hand ready to greet me.

“Hey Hels,” I reply casually as I quickly shake her hand. “So, what's going on…..what's the panic?”

She elegantly moves to the black leather chair that faces me. Gently sitting, she crosses her long smooth legs and pulls a cigarette from her purse. Lighting it, and taking a long drag, she blows a smoke cloud.

“Your father has an issue,” she says as she takes another drag.

“He does,” I say as I look over at him. His arms are folded and he has a face like thunder.

“Austin,” he says as he swiftly stomps over to the chairs. “Helen here, she’s given me the heads up. There are incriminating pictures of me floating around in Herny’s office.”

“Incriminating?” I ask as I look at them both quickly. “What kind of photos and why should I care?”

My father strikes the back of the chair and huffs.

“Oh bloody hell Austin,” he cries. “Use your head boy. They are incriminating photos of me and they could ruin me!”

Helen puffs another cloud of smoke and leans forwards in her chair. Her fleshy t*ts very much on as he dresses low cut neckline leaves little the imagination.

“Let's cut to the chase,” she says with a stern expression. “Henry, your father's rival to make partner, has got these photos. We believe he plans to use them to shame your father.”

“R-right?” I say leaning towards her very interested. “What in these photos?”

“Helen!” my father groans as his face goes bright red. “Please don’t say!”

“That’s stupid Roger,” she hisses back at him. “The boy needs to know.”

Watching my father's embarrassment, he seemed very vulnerable. Was the first time I’d seen him like this. Usually, he’s the big dog.

Helen puffs another smoke cloud as she leans back in her chair. The leather squeaks as she uncrosses and recrosses her s*xy long legs.

“Roger’s been caught f**king a l**yboy,” she says straight as she taps her cigarette. “I don’t think I have to explain to you why that’s bad for a married man like your father.”

I turn to my father shocked. He couldn’t even look at me. He just stares down at his feet.

“Dad,” I ask stunned. “Is that true!?”

He strikes the back of the leather chair once more and groans.

“She was a f**king woman when she dancing for me, I swear!” He says passionately. “Then she tells me she wants me to fuck her up the a*s. So I do. When I’ve got off, she turns around and she’s got a sodding p**is hanging like a racehorse between her legs.”

“Roger!” Helen moans. “Stop trying to push this idea that the girl changed her gender during your dance.”

He strikes the chair again, much harder.

“The girl had a pu**y!” he yells. “Why do you even have l**yboys in your club for god sake!”

Helen sighs as she stubs her cigarette out on the arm of the expensive leather chair.

“Roger,” she says in a stern voice. “Cindy is a tranny and you… choose her for a dance. You… choose to get extra’s with her. You…. choose to do her. Please don’t try and blame it on my staff.”

My father's face goes red with anger. I could see him making fists with his hands.

“Look,” Helen says as she throws him a curt smile. “I’m here to try to help you out of this situation.”

Huffing, he looks seriously mad and very angry. I couldn’t help but enjoy the moment. My father had always been very homophobic. Now it turns out he likes girly boys. I didn’t see that coming.

“So, how can I help with this?” I ask as I try my best to hold back a snigger.

In an awkward moment, they both turn their attention to me. I could see the vein on my father's head pulsing as he stared me down. Helen gives me a smile and leans forward in her chair.

“Well, it's like this,” she starts explaining. “We believe he’s got the pictures saved on his desktop. The issue is that only Henry and his assistant have access to his office.

“That’s not all Austin,” Dad says with a sigh. “We need to make the photo’s gone by the end of the day. He’s planning to show them to the owner tonight at the company meeting.”

My chair squeaks as I lean back and look at them both confused. “Why do you need me exactly?”

Helen grins and points at a large black duffle bag. The sort of bag you’d use to complete a heist.

“Lucky for us, Henry’s assistant has just quit,” Helen continues. “Your father has pulled strings with HR and managed to get you in as his new assistant.”

Looking at them both concerned and I shake my head gently from side to side.

“I can’t be his assistant. He knows I’m your son,” I say as wag my finger at my father. “That isn't going to work.”

My father grins and keeps eye contact with me as she sits down in the chair he was standing behind.

“Son,” he says with a stern expression and a serious tone. “What we have planned, you're not going to like. Still, if you want that new sports car you keep asking about, you don’t have a choice.”

“W-what do y-you have planned?” I ask nervously as they both start staring at me with expectations in their eyes.

“Well,” Helen says as she stands with confidence and gracefully walks over to me, in her killer heels. “Here is your ID.”

I take the freshly printed and laminated company ID from her.

“This is a woman's ID,” I groan. “It says, Audrey”

She stands over me, with her s*xy figure, and looks down with an innocent smile. Jutting her hip to one side and posing, she reaches into her bag and grabs another cigarette.

“I’m sure you’ve worked it out already, haven’t you sweety,” she states as she sparks her next smoke. “You're going to be playing a little dress-up.”

A puff of smoke plumes into my face as I look up at her in disbelief.

“Are you guys serious?” I ask as my body starts shaking and my palms become sweaty. “You think I can get away with being this Audrey girl?”

Waving away Helen's smoke cloud and coughing a little, I hear my father speaking.

“Helen assures me she can make you look like that,” he comments.

I don’t get a second to voice my concerns further before Helen has grabbed my hand and yanked me up off the chair.

“We don’t have time to waste kid,” she states, as she pulls me across the office and into my father's private bathroom. Pushing me, she smiles and hands me a tube hair remover. “Get undre**ed, rub this lotion onto your skin, and in about 5 minutes, rinse it all off in that shower!”

I look at the hair remover in my hand and then look back up at her. Was this really their plan? Couldn’t they think of something a little better than having me dress a girl?

“Are you guys sure about this?” I ask as I start reading the direction on the hair removal tube.

“Very,” Helen instantly replies. “Now hurry, I need you hairless ASAP!”

Before I know it, she’s closed the door behind her hard. The crunch of the door closing is enough to make me jump. It’s not every day you’re asked to mascaraed as a woman in your father's office. I guess I’m a little on edge.

Piece by piece, I remove my outfit and neatly folding it into a pile on the side. Opening the shower door and start running the water, allowing it to get hot. As the steam starts filling the small, marble-tiled bathroom, I start lathering my body with the lotion.

The directions didn’t say anything about my *alls, so I only gave them a light going over. The rest of me over, it was a pretty thick coating.

I wasn’t overly hairy, with my light blonde hair, but this is what she’s asked for me to do and I really do want that sports car! This will be totally worth it once I get out on the streets with my new car. It’s a total chick magnet and I’m sure a little hair loss ain’t guna put the gold diggers off!

Smiling to myself, I watch the timer on my phone reach the five-minute mark. I was glad to hop into the warm shower and start rinsing it off. My skin and started to feel like it was crawling, if the chemicals that must be in this stuff.

As I start rubbing myself down, I was shocked to see the amount of hair running down my body with the water, as it cascaded to the plug hole. It was shocking to feel my body so smooth. I hadn’t been completely smooth, like this, since I was like ten.

Getting out of the shower and drying down my now very sensitive skin, I call out for Helen. Wrapping the towel around my waist, she bursts into the bathroom.

A big smile across her face as she shuts the door behind her and allows the big duffle bag to fall to the floor.

“Good,” she grins. “I trust you are now hairless from the eyebrows down?”

Looking down and my pale pink and hairless chest, I give her an agreeing nod.

Not wasting a second, she unzips the bag and starts pulling out item after item. Some of it I did recognize, like the tiny black th**g, but some things I didn’t.

“Now Audrey,” she says as she hands me a pair of skin-colored and very feminine-looking underwear. “This is your gaff. Please nestle your modesty into the tubing and get comfortable. It will give you a fake pu**y and allow you to p*ss sitting down.”

Taking hold, I look at this gaff, I look at the front, and it has fake pu**y flaps and a small hole. Presumably, the hole is where my p*ss will come out. Looking on the inside, it had a small rubber tube. This must be where my p**is goes.

“Come on!” Helen moans impatiently. “Don’t worry about me! I’ve seen many d*cks, so just get the thing on.”

Like there's a huge frog in my throat, I gulp down hard. Allowing my towel to fall around my ankle, I take the gaff and run it up my very sensitive legs. Awkwardly grabbing my sha*t, I feed it into the tight rubber tube and continue pulling the underwear right up. The back part nestles into my butt crack and my b*lls flatten against my body and the material.

“Don’t look so worried!” Helen grins.

Holding a bunch of flesh color mounds, she grabs my shoulders and twirls me around on the spot. I could feel her hands running up my sides and front to the front of my belly.

“This is your hip and bum enhancer,” she says into my right ear as I feel her tighten them around my waist. “Might feel a little strange having extra weight around you’re a*s and sides, but they will give you quite the shapely figure.”

Feeling the extra weight hanging from my hips, I reach down and touch them. They felt soft but cold. Kinda felt like she’d strapped water sacks to my hip and bottom.

I started gr*ping my new very fake a*s and as I do, she wraps a c*rset around my stomach from behind. Still talking into my ear, she whispers.

“This is going to constrict your breathing, but don’t panic.”

Looking down, I could see the jet-black garment squeezing my stomach as she fastened it from behind. With each second, she pulled my waist in tighter and tighter. She wasn’t wrong, it felt like I was a tube of toothpaste and something was trying to push the last bits out the top.

Groaning, as she zips it up. I struggle to breathe.

“D-do….I r-really n-need… to wear t-this?” I ask as I try to catch my breath.

Gently placing her hands on my shoulders and turning me on the spot, she hands me a pair of fake b**bs.

“You do,” she states as she points at my arms. “Put that on like a t-shirt. It’s a br**st form plate. They will hang off you more naturally.”

I hold the thing up to my face. It was like a skin-colored crop top, but only with two br**sts hanging off the front. Giving them a squeeze I look up and smile at her.

“These are pretty real looking,” I say with worry.

Not breaking her concentration face, Helen just points again.

Pulling it over my head and putting my arms into the armholes, I bring it down over my chest. The weight of the br**sts instantly becomes noticeable as they hand from my front. I couldn’t believe how real they looked and I couldn’t believe I had them hanging from my chest!

“Good,” Helen mutters as she reaches into her bag and pulls out some more stuff. Thrusting towards me a pair of skimpy black knickers and a matching bra, she gives me a grin.

“This is your underwear. Do you want help putting on the bra?”

Snatching the underwear from her hand, I give her a firm shake of the head. Placing the bra on to onside, I run the tiny black thong up to my leg and nestle my up to cover my fake pu**y gaff. I felt the thin material make its home in my a*s crack. I’d never worn a thong before, it wasn’t pleasant.

“Really,” I moan as I reach for the bra. “Did you have to give me a thong to wear?”

Helen doesn’t comment. She’s too busy rummaging through her bag.

Putting my arms into the matching black lacey bra, I house my fake t*ts into the cups. Doing my best to reach behind my back, to do up the clasp, I start heaving and groaning with frustration.

“How!” I complain. “I-I can’t get this ….clasp…. together!”

Without even a sound, she leans in towards me and runs her arms under mine. Taking the clasp out of my hand, she fastens it together with no issue. I watch on as her smiling face gives me a wink and the weight on my chest is taken up by the straps of my bra.

“You’ll get used to that,” she giggles as I pout at her annoyed.

“I don’t think so,” I moan as I look down at my very feminine-looking chest. “I like t*ts, but….maybe not having t*ts.”

Helen laughs as grabs at one of my t*ts. Giving it a playful squeeze, it jiggles around.

“Boy,” she chuckles. “You shouldn’t complain. Most girls would kill for a figure like yours!”

Huffing, I turn away, cross my arms, and close my eyes.

“Can we just get on with this?” I moan as I feel her forcible uncross my arms

“Sure honey,” she smiles. “Put this one,” she says as she hands me a very soft, well-pressed white button blouse.

Throwing my arms into the sleeves, I could instantly feel how much tighter the shirt felt than anything I’d worn before.

“The buttons are on backward,” I say as I look down at the garment confused.

Helen waves a hand at me in derision. “I’m sure a big girl like you can work it out.”

Huffing again, I start fastening the buttons. It felt so weird doing it backward. My fingers lacked muscle memory and I felt like I was a kid learning to dress myself.

As I got close to the top, I could feel it sinching in around my narrow waist. I could also see my br**sts pushing out against the material. As much as I tried, I couldn’t get the top few buttons fastened. With my br**sts, they just wouldn’t reach.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groan as I look down at my cleavage on show. “I can’t even hide these dam things!”

Helen grins and chuckles.

“Kid,” she says as she hands me another garment. “If things turn sour, you may have to use those feminine beauties to get you out of trouble.”

Moving my arms, trying to stretch out the tight blouse, I sigh.

“God,” I moan. “I hope not.”

“These are your tights.” She tells me as she impatiently puts them into my hands. “Go slow putting these up your legs, overwise you will ladder them.”

With her supervision, I ball them up and place my feet into each leg. She cheers me on as I slowly roll them up to my smooth, sensitive legs until they are completely encased in the soft dark material.

“Nice,” she comments as I look down at how feminine I’m starting to look. “Here, now for the pencil skirt.”

Holding the black, very short skirt to my face, I give her a sour look.

“Erm Helen,” I say as I show her the skirt. “This is very short. It will barely cover this a*s you’ve given me!”

Pushing the skirt back towards me, still in my hands, she smiles.

“Yeah,” she says with confidence. “That’s the idea. Why would we want to hide those gorgeous pins of yours?”

Winching at her comment, I undo the small zip on the back of the skirt and start running it up to my legs. As it reaches my waist, I feel the skirt pushing my knees together and hugging my tighs tight.

Helen then quickly steps in, before I do the zip-up and tucks my blouse into the skirt. Standing directly in front of me, I could smell her. The mix of cigarette smoke and perfume filled my nose.

“There,” she says as she zips my skirt up. “Now for the jacket and the shoes to complete your outfit”

“Great,” I complain “I feel like my tackle is going to slip out of this skirt at any moment!”

Helen laughs as she pulls out a brunette wig from her bag.

“Trust me, girl,” she smiles as she brushes the bob-styled wig straight. “If anyone looked up your skirt, they’d only see that fake p**sy.”

Blushing, at that truth, I look down at the floor with embarrassment. Why is my father allowing this to happen? Why didn’t I fight them a little more?

“Lift your head up and hold still,” Helen demands as she delicately places the wig on my head.

She brushes and adjusts the fringe at the front, which covers my forehead and sits just above my eyes. I could feel the hairs irritating my eyelashes. All I wanted to do was brush the hair away, but every time I moved my hands to my face, Helen pushed them away.

“It’s itchy,” I complain as I frown at her.

“Don’t be a baby,” she growls. “Just give me a few seconds to brush it out and pin it in.”

Waiting patiently, trying not to fiddle with the shoulder-length hair itching my face and neck, she brushes it straight and pins it to my real hair.

Standing back from me, she looks me up and down.

“Pretty,” she comments as she gives me a nod.

“Are we done?” I moan as I itch the back of my neck from the hairs tickling me.

Reaching into her bag once more, she pulls out a makeup kit. Sighing, I accept my fate.

After about another ten minutes of prodding, wiping, rubbing, and brushing, she allows me to look into the mirror at her handy work. The pretty young brunette staring back as her jaw was wide open with shock.

“I-Is…..t-that…..m-me….?” I ask as I stare intently at the beautiful woman staring back at me.

The makeup around my eyes made them look so feminine, so pretty, and big. My skin was flawless and my lips just pop with the bright red lipstick”

“OH MY GOD!” I say in disbelief. “I-I….don't see me at all”

Helen, packing her stuff and my old clothes into her bag chuckles.

“Right, if your done falling in love with yourself,” Helen says. “We need to get going with the plan.”

Still gawking at my reflection and my killer figure, I couldn’t help but feel turned on. I looked like the woman of my dreams. Pretty face, big t*ts, smashing figure, and legs to die for!

“Come on pretty boy,” Helen growls as she grabs my hand and swings open the bathroom door.

As we both step out of the small bathroom, the bright morning sunlight hits us and my eyes struggle to adjust.

“Roger,” Helen says with glee. “Introducing your daughter, Audrey!”

Helen pulls me in front of my father's judgmental eyes. I stand, with my hands firmly by my sides feeling like an A-grade idiot.

“Whoa,” my father comments as she delicately places his fingers onto my chin and lifts my head so our eyes meet. “I don’t even recognize him! This is perfect!”

I feel my body shiver with nerves.

“Great,” I comment as my father starts staring at my chest.

My father's face soon starts to frown as he hears my normal voice.

“Helen,” he says with concern. “Audrey still sounds like Austin. You got anything to change this dirty male voice of his?”

Helen pulls a small pill from her handbag and places it in my shaking hands.

“Take this,” she whispers at me.

As my father circles me and prods at my body forms. I feel his eyes checking out all my new curves. It makes me a little sick, knowing he likes l**yboys.

Wanting to get out of the situation, I take the pill and dry swallow. As my father completes his tour of my new body, he stands in front of me and smiles.

“Audrey,” he grins. “Daughter of mine! Go make the family proud and stop the family name from being ruined!”

I smile and nod.

“Let's get this over with,” I say with a sultry feminine voice.

Surprised, I grab my throat and cough.

“Wha… the!” I cry out as the voice from my throat comes out like a teenage girl. So high pitched and chipmunk compared to my normal voice.

Helen grabs one of my panicking hands and pushes it against my full chest.

“Don’t worry,” she whispers. “That pill will do its thing slowly, and you will be the correct gender.”

I look at her confused.

“My voice?” I ask with another cough, trying to clear my throat. “I-it will go back to normal right?”

Helen grins and reaches into her bag for another cigarette. I watch anxiously for her to tell me it will go back to normal. She blows a cloud of smoke into my face.

“As I said,” he says taking another drag. “It’s going to work its stuff. So don’t worry.”

At that moment, I feel my father place his large hand on my backside. He starts pushing me towards the door.

“Wait,” Helen laughs as she bends over and pulls a pair of black high heels from her bag. “He needs his jacket and shoes!”

My father stops me still and holds my waist. Like a man would to any girl he wants to touch. I shake him off and walk back over to Helen. I could feel my hair and br**sts bouncing with every step. I look at Helen embarrassed, as I have to stop my chest from bouncing as I walk. She smiles, then places the heels on the floor and holds the feminine suit jacket up.

“Good girl,” Helen says with sarcasm, as she helps me into the tight women's suit jacket and does on button up at the front.

I could feel the jacket pulling my waist in tight and crushing my male muscles down into thin female arms. Looking down, I’m still greeted with the sight of my large cleavage protruding from my chest. The jacket did nothing to hide them. In fact, it made them more apparent.

“Hold my hand,” Helen then commands as she holds her hands out. “Step into these shoes.”

Bracing myself with my hands firmly in hers, I step into each of the high heels. Slipping my feet into the tight, uncomfortable female shoes, I gasp out.

“These are so tight!” I say with my feminine voice, as I steady myself holding onto Helen. “How am I going to walk in these?

Letting go of my hands and allowing me to balance myself, for the first time in heels, she grins.

“Take it easy until you are used to them,” she says as she allows me to take my first step.

I wobble around, with my first steps, and my father starts laughing.

“She looks like a lost little antelope!” he chuckles and points. “We don’t have time for your to practice, I need you to Henry’s office pronto!”

He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the door. With my skirt restricting my stride and my heels, I skurry over to the door like a nineteen-fifties housewife.

“Dad!” I whine as my heels click with every step. “Don’t pull me,” I whine again, reminding myself of my mother with my feminine voice.

He pushes the door open and pushes me out of the office with an a*s slap.

“Go get those photo’s” he demands as he closes the door behind me.

As the door slams shut behind me, I skurry over to a nearby wall to help me balance in these stupid heels. The noise of the things clicking on the floors was bringing attention to my behavior, as one office worker looks up from his desk and give me a wry smile.

Wafting the hair from my eyes and flattening down my jacket, I give him a curt smile in return. I felt so out of place. I felt so out on show in this silly outfit.

Slowly but surely making my way over to the elevator, I hold myself up against the wall and press the lift call button. The doors opening was a welcome sight, as I could feel the office staring at me and my erratic behavior. I must have looked like a school girl borrowing her mother's heels with the way I was walking.

“Why me?” I mutter to myself as I enter the elevator and stumble a little. My b**bs jiggling like mad as I steady myself. Clutching them, to stop them bouncing, I jump out of my skin as a man talks behind me.

“Young lady,” he says with a deep husky voice. “Are you going up?”

Shaking with nerves, I hold tight to the railing and turn my head to look at him. I give him an anxious nod, as he leans past me and pressed the next floor up.

“T-thanks…,” I say as the elevator door slam closed.

I do my best to stand as straight as possible and not look at the man. I didn’t want to engage him in casual conversation.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking me up and down. Staring at my backside and my legs. I could see the cogs turning in his brain. I could see the lust in his eyes. The bastard that is my father, for making my dress as a girl!

“Lovely day isn’t it?” the man says breaking the silence. “Almost as lovely as you, my darling.”

My skin crawls as his words enter my ears. The guy was much older than even my father. He’s lusting after me like a piece of meat. Disgusting!

Sweating nervously, I’m relieved when the elevator doors slide open once more.

“Well,” he says as he needlessly presses himself up against me as he walks by. “This is my floor.”

Grimacing from his touch, I look up.

“Wait,” I say desperately. “I need to go to Mr. Henry’s office. Do you know where it is?”

He puts his foot into the door of the elevator to stop it from closing. I look into his withered face as his dirty perverted smile turns into a grin.

“Ah,” he says as he ushers me out of the elevator. “Your pretty little self must be Audrey. Am I right?”

Nodding, I gently step out. My heels clicking with every step and my body forms bouncing.

“Yes,” I agree with melancholy. “I’m Audrey. Can you point his office out?”

His face lights up.

“Your talking with him,” he says as he gestures for me to follow.

I do so and as he strides across the office, I struggle to keep up with him. Constantly wafting hair from my eyes and holding my t*ts to stop them from jiggling.

We soon reach his office. It’s like my father's, but slightly grander. In front of his door was a small desk. Clearly for a receptionist.

“Right,” he says as he claps his hands. “This is your desk.”

“Okay,” I say quietly, as I straighten down my skirt and pull my tights up.

“Right then,” he says as he pulls my new office chair out as a courtesy. “I need to go visit the little boy's room. In the meantime, here's my office key. Let yourself in and Just wait here like a good little girl until I get back.”

Nodding and agreeing, I see my opportunity to get into his office. He looks like the sort of guy who eats too much fast food. He’s going to be in the toilet for a while!

I give him the cutest smile I could muster.

“Thank you,” I say as I flick my hair just like I’d seen girls do in the movies.

Patting me on my hips, he smiles and talks off towards the toilets. Once he was out of sight, I knew this was my chance.

As I push open his office doors, my heart felt like it was about to explode! Rushing to his desk, as fast as I could in heels and skirt, I throw myself into his chair.

With all the excitement, I didn’t realize how strange I’d started to feel. My movements seem to be a little more natural and my body started feeling less like I was encased in body forms.

Shaking off these feelings, I wake his PC up and start my search.

As the screen brightens, I instantly see a file with my father's name. Clicking on the file, it opens to a raft of pictures of my father in very provocative positions. I gasp as I see my father clearly f**king a young trans woman.

“Dad,” I groan quietly “Really…. I have to clean up this mess!”

As I delete picture after picture of my father doing this person, I start feeling pain. Pain emanating from my crotch, my ribs, and my sides.

“Ahhh,” I groan as I feel like my crotch has been kicked. “I need to get out of this getup. I think it's pushing my c*ck inside myself.

Pushing through the pain, I delete every last picture. I didn’t want to hang around any longer than I had to!

Putting the computer back to sleep, I stand and rush to the door. Oddly, I didn’t find it awkward in the heels, they felt natural. Somehow, my body was starting to feel very natural. Even my fake br**sts felt like a part of me.

Gently closing the office door behind me, I give a small grin at a job well done. Striding to the elevator, with my heels clicking like made, I enter the lift.

“Helen?” I ask with a gasp. Not expecting her to be waiting for me as the doors slide open.

She smiles and waves me in.

“Is it done?” she asks with a puff of her cigarette.

“Yes,” I say triumphantly. “I got them all.”

The doors slide closed and Helen quickly stands in front of me and presses the hold elevator button.

“How do you feel,” she asks as she points at her chest.

I look down at my feminine-looking body, confused at her actions.

“I’m feeling ok, starting to get used to the weight of my chest and the tightness of these clothes.

Helen quickly reaches in and pokes one of my t*ts.

“Ouch,” I groan. “that hurt.”

Her smile turns to a sinister grin.

“Wait!” I scream. “Why could I feel that!?”

I grab at the t*ts hanging from my chest. I could feel my hands holding them. I could feel my nipples pushing against the material of my bra.

“H-Helen…. What the fu…?” I say in panic as I reach down my skirt, to my gaff.

“It’s GONE!” I screech, still fumbling in my panties desperately searching for my missing c*ck.

A puff of smoke then clouds my vision.

“That’s right,” Helen smirks, as I waft the smoke away. “You are now one hundred percent red blooded female!”

The blood drains from my face.

“WHY!?” I demand to know.

“Look,” she grins. “As far as your father knows, you’ve done your job and returned to normal.”

“What?” I ask confused.

“I’ve transformed one of my girls into you,” she explains like it's normal. “In the meantime, you will work for me as her replacement.”

“No way!” I scream as I try pulling my wig off.

Helen laughs as I hurt myself franticly pulling at the hair attached to my head.

“Look,” she smiles. “Come work at my club, earn your keep as a dancer, and I will look after you.”

I stare at her with anger.

“If you don’t,” she says tapping the ash from her cigarette, “You will remain Audrey for the rest of your life.”

Feeling trapped, I nervously ask

“Why, what do you want with my father?”

Helens smiles.

“Don’t you worry girly,” she says holding my feminine waist. “You just worry about learning how to dance for my clients!”