"Frenzy"
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For several months now I had acquiesced in my lover's preparation, and I noticed that my breasts and hips had urban as she thought they would.... He doesn't seem outraged."
Arlene had started using my "skeleton in the cupboard" name when I had confided in her about two weeks before. That's what he owned now, an investment dynasty. Mother had the "older homestead" and a comfortable profits.
"Thanks, Arlene."
Arlene winked and stroked my bobbed mane for a flash. I had the air that she rather sought after to come on stronger to me, now that the curves and bulges of my unhurriedly developing female shape were more evident. I had full feminizing pills for the last three months, and my breasts were becoming very exact under the baggy shirts and the blouses I now wore to the company. I was noticing that my trousers were getting pretty damn difficult over the hips and around my target, too.
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I went in to see the Boss, who was also my hardhearted father, first knocking then inward bound his sanctum as all employees were instructed to do.
"You wished to see me, vicar? It has come to my consideration....
"Tim, you've been a accomplished son, you be aware of. I had superior hopes for you."
"Yes, sir? By Spirit! I could see the front of his trousers, for he had shoved his great big chair back and was in point of fact leaning into it with his hands steepled in front of his rudeness. He had an manufacture!" I prompted, bringing him out of his dream.
"Ah, yes. Well. I grasp that you and Wendy are being paid divorced?"
"Yes, sir."
"And where do you expect to live?" No asking "Why?"
"I...will perhaps continue to subsist with Wendy, priest."
"After the divorce? How could...is Wendy a lesbian? I have decided that I...I wish for to be, minister, and I am becoming...a daughter...a woman, minister."
"I rather gathered that from all I've been trial from Mr. Fortescue and Mrs...and from what I am since and reacting to here. You are a damn' skilled looking female. What name have you full, Tim?"
"Close, dad. Tammy is my name."
"Tammy...that suits you. I've safe and sound the door, Tammy." He could do that electronically from his writing desk."
"What...do you believe I am...a slut, dad? But if you and Wendy have been before a live audience dominance games, you in all probability are a slut by now...for her, not for me. No, Tammy...I very soon want to see how far away you've gotten."
"Well, daddy, I've still got the what's left of a penis..." I was disrobing as I talked, and I had reached as far afield as taking off my too strict trousers. My panties were down nylon, and although I liked the atmosphere they were torture in the coldness for sticking and causing petite shocks.
"H-m."
Oh, God! Was he obtainable to come onto me after all? I didn't hunger my...my what, sincerely? Was he still my father? No, now he was merely..."daddy," even with his relative youth.
"Oh, misery, daddy, don't you come on to me."
"No sir, not yet, 'cept there's been heaps of 'kidding,' in receipt of kinda rough lately."
"Yes. I heard some of it, and at first, Tammy, I had no perception...look, what I called you in here for was...oh, whiz, Tammy, I know I have an formation... you don't have to seem at me like that...
"Well...back to problem...go upfront, get dressed..." I began to, reasonable quickly, "...was to let you know that I've set up a custody fund for you, as Tammy Martin. The back will allow your health check payments for the downright sex change, and doubtless provide you with a living wage afterwards, so you don't have to depend on Wendy and whoever her new boyfriend may be."
Oh, Jesus.
"Oh, daddy...how can you be so.....loving and appreciative?"
"I've been liability some reading, hon', and I estimate I'd better call you 'honey" and "Tam-tam," or something resembling that from now on, hadn't I? Anyway...
"That's cute, daddy. 'Tam-tam.' I be keen on it! It was sure as hell not a daughterly kiss, either. For several seconds I actually wanted him to kind love to me...and then he pushed me away.
"Uh, uh, Tammy!"
"Daddy, I've about done everything else to you, why not?"
"I'm solely plain not into it, honey. Look, Tam-tam, you go on with your living...you realise I will not and cannot turn the company over to you, and I differentiate you now, behind closed doors, that I'm going away to get out quickly while there's still money and the getting's lovely. Now, go group up what you aspire to take from your writing desk, if anything, and go beforehand on leave. You have about twenty-seven being coming. Take 'em and get remunerated at your uniform salary. Good windfall, Tam-tam. Don't come back, understand? You lovely business, I could put out of your mind myself. Fortescue or Mrs Larman or anyone said or thought. I was limitless, and thanks to daddy, I could complete myself for Ron, but mostly for Wendy...and I wouldn't be dependent on Wendy as I had thinking.
When I had empty my desk of what I sought, I waved lightly and without a care in the world (gay-ly?) to the wide crowd and wiggled my line of attack out the exit. I needed high heels to do it right, but my platforms did for now.
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"Well, Tammy, and how did your long-standing man take it? Fire you and puzzle you out of the family unit?" Ron was acting petty, but he was usually pretty darn kind...I loved the judgment and the smell of him after he and Wendy made love..." which was what he understood, right?
"That's what Wendy and I told you to require, wasn't it?" There was a certain satisfaction in his accent. He tended to aristocrat it over me while I had been passive to Wendy, before..."
"Sorta kind and sour, eh? Well, not to apprehension, lover, Wendy and I'll take accomplished care of our maid-of-all-work, won't we, Wen'?
"Yup. But don't not recall this, Ronny son, Tammy is my maid, not ours, O K?"
"Yes, Wendy."
My Deity! Was Ron a dutiful like me? Was Wendy going away to turn him, too? I felt a spring out of jealousy and looked at Wendy with a silent influence.
She winked at me and shook her head just a tiny bit, so that I unspoken her to median, "No." I remembered, all of a impulsive, that she had been the one, every schedule, who had told me to beat her and to suck Ron, too. Never Ron. Uhm?..," she bowed to me, waving Ron out the door as though he was now beneath her notice, "...your trousers are road too tight, devotion, take 'em off and get your fitting pants on, sweetheart."
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