Billie and the Bordello TV

Billie and the Bordello

Nikkie Silk

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This is an old story of mine, but I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Billy was in deep trouble. He was used to trouble, of course. It followed him around like a bad smell. But this was different. He breathed deeply and slowly, trying to get his heartbeat back to something approaching normal. The adrenaline streaming through his veins made that next to impossible.

He sat down suddenly, his legs shaking from the shock of what had just happened. Billy shook his head as if to deny the truth; that someone had just tried to kill him. He was sure of it. The man standing behind him on the crowded Underground platform had deliberately pushed him into the path of that speeding train.

How Billy had managed to miss the live rail and fall into the gully beneath the rails was something known only to God. His small frame probably helped save him. Billy instinctively held onto a bolt that was embedded in the concrete track as the train screeched above him. He could see the sparks from the deafening wheels so close beside his head. The ground shook, and he felt that he was going to die.

Eventually the train stopped but by that time it had passed over him completely. It was only then that he could hear the women in the crowd screaming as they were sure he was dead. Light suddenly flooded back as the train passed on and a panicky male voice told him to keep still, very still. Billy didn't need any second telling as he lay rigid with terror under the tracks, his eyes wide open. The power was turned off and the station staff slowly helped him from the tracks and back up onto the platform. There was a cheer as the crowd suddenly realised that he had survived. "Christ, you're lucky," the guard said. "We had someone chopped to bits here last week!"

Someone had called the police and ambulance and they had arrived as Billy was helped to the platform.

A tough looking female paramedic asked. "You alright, love?"

Billy nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm OK but a bit wobbly on my legs."

The paramedic quickly checked him over and seemed satisfied that Billy was, in fact, in one piece.

"You should come with us to hospital for a check up," she said.

Shaking his head Billy said, "No. No, I'm OK really. Just need to get my wind."

A policeman appeared at his side. "OK then, can you tell me what happened, sir?"

Billy was about to tell him that he'd been pushed when he thought better of it, saying, "I slipped on the edge. There was a big crowd and I was at the front and I just slipped onto the track."

A bystander chipped in "Yeah, there's always too many people on this platform. They ought do something about it."

The policeman asked for Billy's age, name and address.

"I'm 18, my name is Tony, Tony Hatch." Billy said, "32 Duke Street in Walworth" His dentist's address was the only real false address Billy could remember at that point.

Billy had recovered enough of his wits to know he had to get away quickly before the policeman started asking personal questions. The policeman turned to talk to the paramedic and Billy took his chance melting into the crowd running and pushing his way out to the street. He ran on for a few hundred yards down the crowded street filled with shoppers. He came to an alleyway and turned into it. He walked to the dark recess of the alley and finally had to stop, his heart thumping in his chest, breath roaring in his ears. He found a wooden crate and sat down trying to catch his breath.

Sitting there, he said to himself, "Oh, shit! How the hell am I going to get out of this?"

He was sweaty and filthy from his escape and flight as he slowly headed home to his small flat in Battersea. He was sure that the police would be looking for him after his sudden departure. He stuck to the dark streets and shadows and every so often he stopped and looked around, but he couldn't tell if he was being followed. By this time his heart rate was back under control and he started to relax a little.

Doubts about what had happened crept into his mind. What if it had been an accident? Was he imagining it? He'd always had an overactive imagination. By the time he had made it to his front door he had convinced himself he was mistaken. He reached out with his front door key and found the door swung open by itself. He froze. From somewhere he managed to find the courage to get through the door and into the flat. It was a war zone. Everything had been ransacked. Furniture and clothes were strewn everywhere. Anything not fixed permanently down had been torn to pieces or shredded.

Billy could no longer deny the truth. They were out to get him-for good.

A movement caught his eye. Oddly enough, in the midst of the chaos his lap top computer was on the bed and had been left switched on. The screen saver was running. So someone had been trying to get into his files. Billy knew he had to leave quickly, but he had the sense to grab the laptop and its case and then bolted through the door and out into the street.

He knew what he had to do now. His mind had cleared quickly and he realised there was one person who could help him - Sam. The same Sam who had got him into this mess. Billy had to contact Sam. And there was only one way he could do that-with the laptop.

Sam

It had begun innocently enough. Billy had been into computers for a long time. He had never been able to fit in with the male posturing and aggression at his all boys' school. His slender build and good looks, together with a dislike of the usual male activities of sports and drinking marked him out.

The other boys felt he was slightly odd and left him alone most of the time. Of course, his build and looks attracted the homosexual boys and Billy was pursued occasionally by some that were interested in him for their predatory sexual needs. Billy was happy enough to play along with the mutual masturbation and even allowed one boy to suck his cock a few times. But after one particularly aggressive groping in the showers, Billy decided enough was enough and made it clear he wanted no more. This, of course, left him even further isolated and Billy's reaction was to become obsessive about his computing. The school had an excellent computer facility and with the help of an enthusiastic teacher, Billy soon acquired a high level of technical skill and a reputation as a nerd.

Billy became fascinated with hacking. At first this was restricted to breaking passwords for things like shareware programmes. But as with all obsessions Billy was driven to riskier things. The school computer files proved to be a pushover and Billy even altered some of his tormentors' grades - downwards of course. He rapidly spread his wings, breaking into more and more systems. But the day he discovered the Internet was a watershed for Billy. The whole world opened up for him on his computer screen and from that day he was hooked. By this time Billy had left school and worked for a large company in IT Support. Although this placed him in the corporate hierarchy somewhere below the tea lady in most of the other employee's eyes, Billy didn't mind because it gave him access to all the computing power he could ever have dreamed of.

Billy also discovered he could make friends on the Internet. Whereas in real life he found it difficult to form relationships easily, on the Internet it was different. Billy became a frequent visitor to many of the chat rooms that sprang up all over the Web. Here he could be himself and people accepted him for what he was, and Billy for the first time felt at ease with himself.

One thing Billy had discovered early was cybersex. He had become adept at meeting people online and indulging in his fantasies with them simply by typing words onto the screen. Billy had been using one chat room a lot recently and had seen the name Sam logged in frequently, but Sam never seemed to join in - seemed happy to watch everything. One evening in the middle of a session he found himself being pm'd by Sam.

"hello billy" the words appeared on his screen.

"hi sam. How r u? M or F?" Billy responded.

"F billy"

"where u from sam?"

"london, billy"

"me too sam"

"I know, billy"

"you want to cyber, sam?"

"can we just chat first, billy?"

"surething"

"good, billy, hows your day been?"

Billy liked the fact that Sam seemed keen to get to know him unlike most of the others who just wanted to cyberfuck as quickly and as often as possible. Sam wanted to know how Billy felt, what he liked to do, how he spent his day. Before long Billy was opening up to Sam in a way he had never done to anyone else on line. They swapped e-mail addresses and promised to meet again the next day.

Billy wondered all day whether Sam would come back and his heart skipped a beat when he saw her name in the chat room. They met nearly every night on-line after that first time as well as swapping e-mails if they couldn't get to meet.

Billy found himself looking more and more eagerly towards their sessions and now talked pretty much only to Sam online. He had a passing thought that this was more like a real seduction than anything he had experienced in real life. Eventually, just like a real seduction their messages began to get hotter and hotter. Through the keyboard and screen they began to explore their desires and fantasies, uninhibited by reality.

They played out every wish and dream that Billy had ever thought of and a few that Sam suggested that Billy had never considered. Billy even agreed one night to reverse their roles and he became the female partner with Sam as a male character. This turned into one of their hottest and most erotic sessions as Sam threw herself into the gender change. Billy found this a little difficult at first but as Sam began to play the dominant role he found himself thinking and acting more and more easily as a girl and becoming strangely submissive to Sam.

Later, after he had logged off Billy began to feel troubled about that session. He couldn't forget it, but he didn't know why. Sam never suggested it again and Billy was a little scared too, but he knew he wanted to.

One night Sam came on but seemed really disturbed and wasn't her usual confident, leading self.

Billy asked "sam, what's up?"

"oh some personal problems billy"

"can I help?"

"don't think so billy. I'm in a bit of trouble"

"tell me sam. Two heads better than one"

"well I did some work for a company recently and I just found out they have got some info on me on file"

"what's the problem with that sam?"

"well it's about some stuff I did a few years ago which might have been a little illegal"

"isn't that like being a little pregnant? It either is or isn't illegal LOL"

"billy this is serious, if they use this I could go to jail"

"wow sam can't you ask for it back"

"billy these aren't people you just say please to"

"oh"

Sam had logged off then before Billy could ask any more. He wondered if he had upset Sam with his attitude and wanted to apologise as soon as possible. The next few nights Sam wasn't logged in to any of their usual haunts and Billy began to miss Sam badly. He had not realised just how strong his feelings had become for Sam and he began a frantic search online for Sam. No-one in the chat rooms had seen her logged in recently and Billy began to feel he might have blown it completely. He couldn't believe how much he missed Sam now she was gone. He felt lost and angry with himself and swore that if he ever found her again he would make it up to her.

Then, a couple of nights later when Billy had become really depressed he logged in to one of their usual chat rooms and he was elated to see her name logged in. He jumped on to the keyboard to send her a private message.

"sam?

"yes billy"

"where have u been? i've missed u"

"why? u weren't very nice to me last time"

"i'm sorry sam, i didn't want to upset u. u mean a lot to me"

"it didn't seem so last time billy"

"sam, i'm really sorry, i don't want to lose u .i didn't know it was so serious"

"billy, it is serious"

"sam, can i help?"

"only getting that file back will help"

"sam, is it on computer?"

"yes billy I think so"

"ok ..give me the name of the company, telephone numbers, websites, anything you know about them"

"what you going to do, billy?"

"wait and see"

Sam had e-mailed the information to Billy later that day. Billy had assembled a battery of hacking tools and techniques and using the computers at his work he felt it would be easy enough to get into the database. Billy was always amazed at how easy it was to hack into most companies. Their computer security was in general feeble and pathetically easy to bypass. The company was called The Carter Clinic and appeared to be a private health clinic. Billy idly wondered how that could lead to anything dangerous and guessed that Sam might have used the Clinic and hadn't paid the bill or something and was too embarrassed to tell him.

As soon as he began to work on this he realised that this company in fact did take its security seriously. They had fenced the computers in pretty effectively and Billy found it difficult to work out how to get in through the firewalls and other barriers in place. At this point Billy felt the rush of a challenge. He wanted to do this for Sam but now he also wanted to do this to prove to himself that he could. A dangerous course for an obsessive personality to take.

He thought constantly about how to crack the security, talked to a few hacker friends online and almost despaired at one point. Then, he found his breakthrough. Sometimes, when people try to make sure they have locked all the windows and double bolted the back door, they pop out for a few minutes and leave the front door key under the door mat. One afternoon, Billy found the front door key. He couldn't quite believe it. There was his way in, right in front of him. Whoever designed the security system had left a tiny opening for himself to squeeze in quickly if he needed to without triggering the security systems. And Billy had found it.

Billy went in through the opening in a flash. He quickly searched for a database and found what looked like a client record system. Sam had said that her records would be in their client system but she didn't know what name they might have it recorded against. Billy decided to download the whole file and set to work to get it done quickly. He knew he couldn't hang around for long and although he had covered his tracks well he never liked being in for any longer than necessary. Luckily the file wasn't so big and after a few minutes the transfer was complete, and he logged out of the system.

Yes, yes yes he punched the air in celebration. He had done it. He thought about looking at the file before sending it to Sam but in the end just e-mailed it without looking at it. He was just so pleased with himself for being able to crack a tough one. He logged on that night to find Sam waiting for him,

"billy, thank u. I got it ok. u are so clever"

"yeah it was tough"

"billy, i have to know did u open the file up?"

"no just sent it to u"

"good billy thank u again. now what should we do to celebrate....?"

Chapter 2

That had been last night. And now Billy was running for his life. He knew he had to get to Sam to warn her and get some help. By now it was getting near to lunchtime and he headed for the local library. He found a quiet corner and connected his laptop to his mobile phone. He dialled up his ISP and e-mailed Sam asking her to meet him in their favourite chat-room urgently. He waited a while and prayed that Sam was checking her e-mail regularly. Logging on he nearly screamed out loud when he saw her name.

"sam something's happened we're in trouble"

"billy, what's up?"

Billy quickly explained what had happened,

"sam what can I do?"

There was no answer.

"sam?"

No answer

"sam? are u there?"

"sam what can i do?"

"billy, ok calm down it will be alright, I promise u. I want u to meet me this evening"

"where?"

"i'll give you directions. make sure you're not followed. its a place called the club tropicana"

Billy pushed open the door and walked straight into the bar. Inside, the lighting was so subdued he had to stop to let his eyes adjust to the dark. The Club Tropicana consisted of a single, long room with a bar on one side and a row of booths on the other side. Lou Reed's Walk on the Wild Side was playing on the sound system and the room was filled with smoke and the earthy scent of alcohol and warm bodies. Billy saw men and women standing at the bar and sitting together in the booths. Billy heard someone laughing out loud and turned his head to see. His eyes had now adjusted to the gloom and he saw that it was a large blonde girl who had laughed. Or to be more accurate he now realised with a shock it wasn't a blonde girl but a guy dressed as a girl.

His head snapped round the room, his eyes now wide with surprise. All around him what he had thought were girls were in fact men dressed as women. His mouth must have been open as the blonde walked over to him and said in a deep and husky voice, "You looking for someone in particular, honey? Or will I do?"

Billy's mouth was opening but nothing was coming out.

"Lay off, Bernice, he's with me", said a soft voice behind him.

"OK, Sam No harm in trying is there?" laughed Bernice.

Billy's head jerked around to look straight into the most beautiful face he had ever seen.

"Sam?" Billy managed to ask.

"Yep, Billy, the one and only", the girl said before moving quickly forward and kissing him on the lips. Her tongue flashed between his teeth into his mouth and flicked his tongue before withdrawing just as quickly.

His face must have been a picture as she stepped back and laughed.

"You can close your mouth now Billy!"

She put her arm through his and walked him to an empty booth. They sat down and a waitress appeared out of nowhere.

"I'll have a white wine please Lisa, and Billy, what do you want?" asked Sam.

Billy was staring at the waitress who was wearing a skin tight top over her ample breasts and a short black mini skirt revealing a pair of legs that a supermodel would have been proud of.

"What do you want buster?" the girl said in an unmistakably male voice.

"Billy, answer Lisa please. It's very rude to stare at the girls"

"A scotch please" he managed to say.

Lisa disappeared and Billy turned to Sam "Are you a, a, a .....?" he stumbled.

"A what, Billy? Human being? Martian? Piscean?"

"No, I mean everyone else here is..." his voice trailed off.

"I am what you see, Billy." Sam replied.

"Oh right," said Billy still confused by what he was seeing. "Why meet here? I mean, they seem to know you here."

"Well for one, I have a little investment in this club and secondly, I think the guys chasing you might stand out a little here don't you think?"

"Oh yeah. Hadn't thought of that" he said mesmerised as he watched a gorgeous black girl at least six feet tall, bend down to kiss a man six inches shorter.

Billy turned back to look at Sam properly for the first time. Now he could see that his first impression was borne out. She was devastating. Jet black hair cut to surround her face. Hazel eyes stared back at him from a face that with its high cheeks and delicately curved eyes must have had some oriental background. Full lips were highlighted with red lipstick and dark red lip liner and he could see ornate silver earrings dangling from her ears. The thin straps of her dress drew attention to her narrow shoulders and a simple silver necklace hung around her thin long neck.

"Hong Kong Chinese grandmother and Scots Guard grandfather, if you're wondering." She smiled as she said it.

"Oh, no, I mean, you're beautiful" said Billy. For the first but not the last time Billy had the impression Sam could read his mind.

"Why thank you, Billy. I like you too!" This time she laughed aloud and Billy felt something jump in his chest as he watched the perfect white teeth flash in the gloom.

Lisa arrived back with the drinks and Sam let her leave before speaking again.

"Now, tell me exactly what happened, Billy. And don't leave anything out."

Billy quickly retold the story of what had happened that day. It was only a few hours since everything had started but to Billy it now seemed like it had been going on for weeks. Sam listened intently; not interrupting Billy and keeping her eyes fastened intently on Billy's face. Billy finished his story and his drink at the same time.

Sam spoke for the first time since Billy had started.

"You didn't keep any of the files did you, Billy?" She asked, her eyes fixed on his.

"No, no, everything went to you Sam. Frankly, I still don't know what was in them. What have you got me into?"

"All in good time Billy. Now Billy, I think we'd better get out of here."

Sam rose and Billy tried to follow but it seemed his legs wouldn't work. He was trying to move but he couldn't seem to feel his legs. He started to call out to Sam but his throat was tight and dry. As the darkness rushed in to swallow him up the last thing he saw was Bernice walking towards him, a smile breaking out across her face...............

Sam's Place

Billy awoke slowly. He felt as if each part of his body was waking up separately, and his brain was the last bit to come round. He shook his head to try to clear it and immediately wished he hadn't, as he felt a headache begin to pound behind his eyeballs.

"OOOww", he said out loud.

He was lying flat out, and he tried tentatively to open his eyes. Light flooded into his eyes making his head feel worse. He tried to raise himself and found he couldn't move his arms. As full consciousness returned he realised his hands were tied, no handcuffed, he realised behind his back. He moved his head to see where he was. It was a large room, painted white and decorated in a kind of modern minimalist style. Expensive looking paintings hung from the walls and there were a few pieces of equally expensive furniture around.

"AH sleeping beauty awakes!". He heard a voice say from behind him and then Sam walked into his line of sight.

"What have you done to me?" whimpered Billy.

"Nothing terminal Billy. Don't worry. I just want to be sure about you first, and a couple of precautions to bring you here seemed in order. A little something to make you sleep as we got you here and the cuffs to make sure you don't try anything silly", she said as she sat down in a chair opposite Billy.

She crossed her legs and the same short dress she had been wearing at the club fell away from her legs. Even in the state he was in Billy felt that lurch again in his chest as he looked at her.

"What will you do to me?" his voice now stronger as the drug wore off.

"If you're who I think you are, nothing. If you're not, then maybe I'll let Bernice decide what to do with you." Sam shrugged as she spoke, "At the moment I happen to believe you, but if at any time I have cause to reconsider that opinion it won't be good for you"

"I told you the truth", Billy almost shouted.

"I really hope so, because I really like you Billy. Now I promised you some answers."

She uncrossed her legs and sat forward in the chair. Billy's eyes widened as Sam's legs parted slightly to show an area of shadow that Billy had to look at because of the angle his head lay.

"The files I asked you to get from the Carter Clinic weren't mine. The Carter Clinic is a front for a very high-class sex club run for extremely wealthy businessmen and politicians. Very discrete, very expensive. They can satisfy pretty much any sexual need for a price. Their clientele are very influential people and I wanted to get hold of the information in their records and needed somebody to help me get them. I guess you weren't as clever at covering your tracks as you thought. Somebody came after you to try to get the files back. Simple as that."

"Simple as that!", screamed Billy. "I was almost killed today and all you can say is "Simple as that"

"Now Billy, don't get mad. I can't undo what has been done and I admit I hadn't planned for this to happen. It has though and we have to deal with it." Sam said calmly.

"Deal with it? I'll deal with it," shouted Billy, "I'll go to the police."

"And tell them what? And what if you don't make it to the police? Face it Billy, I'm your best and only chance right now."

Billy had to admit that his options were pretty limited and began to calm down.

"Billy, I feel I need to make it up to you a little and there's only one way I can do that right now."

Sam got up from the chair and walked across to Billy. She bent down and kissed him on the lips. He again felt her push into his mouth and attack his tongue with hers. She broke away and pulled him easily first to a sitting position and then to his feet. Billy was surprised at how strong she was but he was still reeling from the news she had given him to really notice.

Sam held Billy by the arm and led Billy into the bedroom. There was a lamp on one of the bedside tables and Sam switched it on and covered the shade with a pink silk scarf she had produced from somewhere. The pale pink light washed over the room creating intimate pools of light and shade. Sam led Billy to the foot of the bed and pushed him backwards onto the bed.

"Sit down please Billy", said Sam

His hands locked firmly behind him, Billy had no choice but to sit down. Sam stood in front of him, looking down on Billy's upturned face. Billy felt anticipation and desire mixing in his body. Crossing her hands in front of her Sam began to slip the tiny straps of her dress from her shoulders until they slipped down her arms. Sam slowly licked her tongue across her full red lips, which brought a little moan from Billy.

"Do you like this Billy?" Sam murmured. "There's much more to come"

Sam let the front of the dress fall away to reveal her large breasts encased in a beautiful strapless black lace trimmed bra. Her nipples were clearly visible through the lace cups and Billy could see they were already hard and pointed. Sam moved forward and hitching her dress up she placed her knees either side of Billy's legs and lowered herself onto Billy's lap. Billy felt the blood rushing in his ears as Sam slid onto his lap. His cock was now as hard as he had ever known, and it was trying to burst through his trousers.

With a fast flowing movement Sam pulled the flimsy dress up and over her head to reveal her clad only in the black lace bra and panties. Billy was now desperate to touch this beautiful girl.

"Sam, please take these cuffs off" He pleaded.

"Oh no Billy," replied Sam. "Believe me, It will be even better this way my love."

Sam began to roll her hips, moving up and down on Billy's now rock like erection. Billy felt he would faint with the lust that this simple movement was producing. Moving closer to Billy, Sam pushed her left breast covered with lace into Billy's lips. Billy opened his mouth hungrily and felt the nipple harden through the bra cup. Sam reached behind and unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor. Billy moaned out loud as he saw Sam's magnificent breasts fall loose in front of him.

"Sam you're so beautiful", he said and plunged his mouth over her nipple.

Sam felt Billy's tongue flick against her nipple and then his lips began to suck the nipple making it even harder and larger than ever. Her head went back as her sensitive nipple was teased by Billy's tongue. She put her hands around his head and pulled him tighter onto her breast.

Billy's teeth just nipped the tip of her nipple. "MMMmmmm, " whispered Sam as the feelings built within her. Sam moved away from Billy and stood up in front of him. She raised her hands and pushed them through her hair, allowing Billy a view of her magnificent body. Billy could hardly believe what was happening to him. Unable to touch and teased by the sight of Sam, Billy felt he would burst with lust and desire. He idly wondered if Sam worked out, as her body was well toned and muscular. Her shoulders were strong and her thighs firm and athletic. Billy didn't dwell on this as Sam pushed her thumbs into her panties and rolled them down her legs and kicked them away. She stood still for Billy to see the line of her belly as it descended into a neatly trimmed bush of black hairs. The light and the angle she stood at created shadows that his eyes couldn't penetrate.

"Billy, do you want me to kiss your cock?" Sam asked, as she looked down on him, her body now totally naked.

Billy found his voice had gone and could only nod his agreement.

Sam smiled that soft lazy smile of hers " I thought so Billy"

She dropped to her knees and her fingers found his cock through the trousers. She squeezed and rubbed his cock as she kissed him, her tongue darting into Billy's mouth. He felt her hands undo his belt, heard the ssss of the zip descending. Suddenly he could feel his rigid cock spring free from his trousers. Sam's lips left his lips and her head moved down to his trousers and Billy first felt and then watched as her tongue touched the tip of his cock. He instinctively moved his hips forward in his anxiety.

Sam pulled back: "Billy, don't move unless I tell you to. Ok?"

She moved her head back to his crotch, and he again felt her tongue touch his cock. This time she licked around the head as she slid her nails along the length of his shaft from the tip to the root. The feel of those talons on his cock made him jump and throw his head back in delicious fear. Sam tasted the pre-cum that had formed on the tip of Billy's cock and tried to push her tongue into the slit. She began to lick more aggressively, swirling her tongue around the end of his shaft. Her fingers now moved to cradle his balls and again he felt the pinpricks as her nails scratched his ball sack. He was now almost out of control as Sam began to engulf his cock with her mouth. She moved her head to and fro, at each stroke taking more of his cock deeper into her mouth. Billy could feel her tongue swirling faster and faster, her lips tight around the length of her shaft.

Billy felt the familiar pressure growing within his groin and he moaned with pleasure. Sam recognised the signs and stopped sucking. Her fingers began to fondle his balls and Billy writhed in ecstasy as he felt those fingernails on that most tender of parts. "Have you ever had a Thai foot massage?" asked Sam.

Billy could only shake his head. He didn't trust his voice to work right now. Sam stood up again and moved back from Billy, who was almost panting with desire for her. She picked up a chair and sat on it straight in front of Billy then raised one leg and put her foot onto his knee. He could now clearly see her neatly trimmed black bush of pubic hair surrounding her pussy lips. Sam moved her foot towards his cock and began to massage it with the side of her foot. He would not have believed how sensuous this could be she rhythmically rocked her foot against his cock.

Sam raised the other foot and placed it on the other side of Billy's cock, then began to rhythmically move her feet up and down his erection. He looked down and could not believe how this was making him feel. Her feet were so soft and sensuous that he felt it was a velvety glove around his throbbing cock.. He closed his eyes as Sam continued to caress him with her toes.

"Billy, look at me " she ordered.

He opened his eyes and saw that Sam had moved her hands to her breasts. Her fingers began to play with her nipples. They were already hard and standing out, but he believed he saw them grow bigger as Sam rubbed and kneaded her breasts. Her head went back and her eyes closed as she rolled and tweaked her nipples with her long red fingernails. Whilst one hand continued its assault on her breasts, she moved the other down her belly lightly touching the skin until it reached her pussy. He watched as her finger began to circle the entrance and then dart in and then out. She began to moan softly as the pleasure within began to drive her fingers faster and faster.

Billy could not stand it any longer. "Sam, please I need you now", he pleaded.

Sam opened her eyes suddenly, looking almost surprised to find Billy in front of her. She stood up and climbed back onto Billy's lap, his erection now rock hard. She lowered herself gently on to the tip, felt between her legs and guided his cock into her. She took him inch by inch, lowering herself onto him and then raising herself up and then down a little further each time. Billy felt his cock enter her tight pussy and almost passed out as he felt her move up and down.

He fell back onto the bed as she began to accelerate her momentum. Sam began to move faster and faster, her hips undulating so quickly now. Billy by now was so sensitive and Sam held his cock so tight in her pussy he felt each movement with every nerve in his body. Sam could feel the heat began to flame in her groin as she pumped up and down. She felt his cock drive deep into her and the pleasure flowed through her whole being. She felt him began to writhe beneath her and she knew he was close. She eased back a little to tease him and to prolong her own pleasure and then drove harder than ever.

"Sam, I'm cumming!!!" he shouted as she rode him faster and harder.

She felt herself close too.

"Yes Billy, yes cum for me!", she screamed.

"I'm cumming now!!!" he grunted as the dam burst and he felt himself flood into her pussy. Sam kept riding until she felt her own orgasm overwhelm her and she screamed again.

"YES, YES, YES , I'm cumming now. OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh"

She shook as the orgasm took her and the spasms drove their way through her body. Eventually, she slumped back and Sam let his cock slip from her pussy.

"Oh my God" he said as he lay back against the bed.

"I enjoyed that Billy" Sam said as she lay on the bed next to him "Did you?"

"Oh yes, yes Sam." he could barely speak at that moment he was so spent.

Sam lay down beside him and reached out and stroked his cheek with her fingers. She began to trace the shape of his lips with one of her fingernails. Instinctively his tongue flicked out and licked her finger. She thrust her fingers into his mouth. He sucked them feeling the nails hard and sharp against his tongue.

His senses began to return, and he felt the cuffs chafing against his wrists.

"Now will you please take these cuffs off", he pleaded with her.

"OK Billy, but you will do what I say, right?"

"OK. Ok yes I will, but get these things off please", he begged.

Not answering him Sam slid of the bed and wrapped a pale blue, silk kimono robe around her shoulders and tied it at the waist. She produced the key for the cuffs and unlocked them behind his back. He felt them removed and rubbed his wrists where the metal had cut into them.

"Was that necessary?" he whined

"Did you enjoy it or not Billy?" she said, her direct gaze oddly familiar to him. She was sat on the chair, legs crossed and the silk kimono had opened to reveal her legs.

"Yes I did. It was bloody wonderful to tell you the truth" he said.

"So stop complaining. Anyway we have other things to think about." She said firmly.

"Like what?"

"Like getting you safely out of town," she said grimly.

Billie Begins

"Billy", said Sam "The only way we are going to get you out of this alive is in disguise".

Billy nodded, "But as what? This isn't the movies. These things don't happen in real life!"

"Oh, you mean like people trying to kill you doesn't happen in real life," said Sam sarcastically.

She stood next to Billy seeming to measure him up against herself. She looked him up and down quickly and then looking him directly in the eye spoke firmly, "There is a way, Billy"

"How?" replied Billy.

"In my clothes, Billy" Sam replied. "Look, we're pretty much the same size. You're slender enough to wear my clothes and with some adjustments to your hair and stuff we can really get you to look enough like a girl to get by"

"No, no, no!" said Billy "I can't do that. No way."

Sam stood up and held Billy by the shoulders. Not for the first time he wondered at how physically strong she was and how easily she seemed to command him. Sam locked her gaze onto Billy and said firmly, "Billy, if you want me to help you then you have to accept that I'm in charge here. If you don't then I'm afraid that I can't be responsible for what happens."

Billy blinked and felt his mouth run dry. He still hesitated, frightened and unsure of what to do.

"Billy, I'm waiting!" snapped Sam.

"OK" croaked Billy.

Sam smiled. "Good boy, Billy", she whispered and kissed him on the lips.

Sam disappeared into the bathroom and Billy heard the shower start. Sam reappeared and said to Billy "Right my lad, have a shower. Make sure you wash your hair and shave yourself all over. Not just your face Billy but all over."

"Is that really necessary?" Billy complained.

"Billy", said Sam firmly "What did I just say? I'm in charge, right?"

Billy entered the bathroom, undressed and did as he had been told. The hot water hitting his body drained away the tension from the day and he began to feel better. He washed his hair in the fragrant shampoo he found and dried himself. He found a lady razor and some cream in the bathroom cabinet and began to shave himself. He never had much hair growth any way, so it wasn't that difficult but it made him feel odd. Showering again after finishing, he felt the water rush over his smooth body. It felt nice he had to admit.

He wrapped a towel around himself and walked into the bedroom. Sam stood there with some clothes laid out on the bed. He saw what looked like white silk panties and bra together with a dark skirt and a white silk blouse. Billy stopped dead.

"They're not for me are they?" he stammered.

Sam walked up to him and held his shoulders forcibly. "Of course they are Billy, I'm not going to say this again. If you don't do exactly as I say I cannot help you. Is that clear?"

Billy nodded; knowing Sam had the upper hand. Sam moved towards Billy and pulled away the towel. His sudden nakedness made him feel defenceless and vulnerable.

Billy stood as Sam had told him too. His fight had gone, his will transferred to Sam. She moved in front of him and knelt down on one knee, the pair of panties in her hand.

She said, "Raise your foot please Billy". He did so, leaning on Sam's shoulder. She slid his foot into the panties and said, "now the other please Billy".

Again he complied and the other foot was placed in through the scrap of silk. Sam eased the panties up his legs. Billy felt the sheer silk against his smooth legs and almost gasped aloud as she pulled the panties up and over his hips to cover his cock and balls. Her fingers adjusted the fit against him, her fingernails brushing against his cock, which twitched involuntarily.

Sam picked up a matching silk bra and quickly moved behind Billy, slipping first one arm and then the other into the straps. Billy could not have moved if he had wanted to. The feelings he was experiencing as the bra tightened against his chest were overwhelming him. His nipples hardened as the material pulled against them. He felt scared and excited at the same time. He looked down to see his cock tenting out the front of the white silk panties. He almost moaned out loud. Moving quickly, Sam reached around Billy's waist and fastened the suspender belt from the back. Billy could feel the straps of the belt loosely touching his thighs and shivered, his erection growing quickly.

Sam said, "Sit down Billy please", but he didn't move, so she pushed him down so that he sat on the side of the bed again.

Sam asked, "Billy are you OK?"

He nodded, unable to compose himself enough to speak because of what he was feeling. Sam opened a packet of stockings and raised Billy's leg in front of him rolling the nylon up over his ankle and knee, fastening it to the suspender belt. Billy almost fainted now, the softness of the nylon sliding over his hairless legs almost too sensual for him to bear.

Sam smiled to herself as she sensed Billy's growing excitement at what was going on.

She spoke softly, "Billy! You're enjoying this after all aren't you?"

Sam walked to the dresser and fetched two breast forms, together with a white silk blouse. She slipped the breast forms between the bra and his skin and adjusted them to fit perfectly. Billy immediately felt the increase in weight and looked down, startled to see how the bra now stood out from his chest. He just couldn't understand how good this felt. A few hours ago and he would have laughed at the idea of wearing panties, a bra and a lace suspender belt. Now, he was not only wearing them, he also had an erection the size of Big Ben.

Sam pulled Billy's arms into and through the sleeves of the sheer white blouse and buttoned it from the back. Billy felt he was in a dream as the material settled over his shoulders and chest. The bra now showed clearly through the blouse and Billy idly wondered how it must look from the front.

Reading his mind Sam said, "There, that looks good Billy, not long now sweetheart"

Reaching behind her Sam produced a short white half-slip and in a trance Billy put his feet through the elastic waist of the slip. Sam pulled the slip up his legs and the feeling against his nylon clad legs almost made Billy come on the spot. He gulped, unable to comprehend the strength of the emotion running through his body.

Sam stood back at this point to see the effects of her work. "Mmmm, not bad", she thought to herself. Although Billy still stood almost rooted to the spot, Sam could see that Billy's slender frame and soft face would be more than passable. The feminine lingerie softened his slender body, and it was as if he was changing subtly but clearly into a new role.

The short blue cotton skirt came next and by this time Billy was almost eager to pull it up over his slip. He wriggled his hips to bring the skirt up to his waist and then waited patiently as Sam fastened the skirt at the back. Almost instinctively Billy's hands went to smooth out the material, so the skirt fell straight. Sam hid a smile as Billy's knee bent and he held himself in an unmistakably female shape. This was almost too easy.

Sam walked in front of Billy and pushed her hands through Billy's hair drawing it into shape and allowing it to fall over his ears and down almost to his shoulders. It'll do, thought Sam, but a good wash and cut would work wonders. Later, she thought, there will be plenty of time for that.

"Time for a little makeup now, Billy", said Sam.

This snapped Billy out of his reverie. "No, no way", he said. "I'm not going to wear makeup". He almost pouted and Sam had to stifle a laugh.

Sam said in a reasonable tone, "Billy, we agreed this is the only way to get out of this. If you go out looking like that I promise you you'll get arrested within fifty yards. You have to be convincing".

"OK Sam", he whispered. "What's next?"

Sam pushed him to the dressing table and sat him in one of the two chairs in the room. She fetched the other and sat directly in front of him their knees almost touching. Reaching over to the dressing table Sam pulled bottles, lipsticks and tubes within easy reach. She turned to Billy and said, "Close your eyes and I want you to open them only when I tell you, understood?"

Billy nodded and quickly closed his eyes. Even though his resistance had crumbled away in front of Sam he couldn't quite believe this was happening. With his eyes closed and the feel of his new feminine clothes pulling and holding him in strange places, he felt totally disorientated. He could feel his legs rubbing against each other through the sheer stockings encasing his legs, and the bra holding him tight with it's extra new weight pulling him forward. He was scared, yet excited.

Sam began to work. She was a skilled makeup artist and quickly laid on a foundation to cover what little beard growth Billy had left. Powder, eyeshadow and blusher all followed. Sam wondered just how easy it was to alter and soften Billy's features. Some artful shadow here and carefully created highlight there all conspired to transform Billy's face. Billy jumped as Sam touched his lips with the lipstick and felt the moist pressure and the strange taste on his lips.

"This will hurt a little bit baby, but it will be worth it, trust me", said Sam stretching his skin above his eyes. She plucked all his long hairs quickly and methodically and left him with a fine tapered arch.

"ooowww!", Billy screeched as Sam plucked the first of his eyebrows, "That hurt!" he sulked.

"Don't be a baby. If this is the worst it gets, count yourself lucky". Billy wondered what she meant, but forgot the remark as Sam plucked again on the other side. "OOOOWWWW!"

"Open your eyes. But don't move Billy", ordered Sam. Billy did so and Sam's beautiful face appeared only inches from his eyes. He blinked and tried to focus on her hazel eyes. "Nearly done now", whispered Sam as she applied mascara to each of his upper and lower lashes.

"There!", said Sam as she finished. "That should do the trick. You can stand up now."

Billy stood up and immediately felt the extra weight of the breast forms and straightened his back to compensate. He could feel the smooth silk against his skin and how the stockings pulled against the straps of the suspender belt. He looked at Sam and asked: "How do I look?"

"Look for yourself" said Sam and pointed to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. Billy turned towards it and gasped at what he saw. Looking back at him was a smartly dressed girl; short blue skirt and white sheer blouse made her look like an executive secretary perhaps. There was just a hint of a bra showing through the blouse as the material stretched over her breasts. But it was the face that stared back that made his heart leap. It couldn't possibly be him! Her hair fell down to her shoulders and framed Billy's face. Sam's makeup job had changed Billy's face completely. His features were softer and his whole face looked narrower, less aggressive. The clever shadowing and highlighting made him look like a girl. And the lips! A dark peach colour had emphasised the fullness of the lips and drew attention away from some of the more masculine angles of his face.

Billy stared, then turned sideways to see his profile in the mirror. First one way and then the other. His hands automatically went to smooth the skirt and the blouse. Sam saw the look of growing happiness in Billy's eyes and she smiled secretly to herself. It was working.

She clapped her hands together and blurted "You look wonderful, Billy. This is going to work!"

Sam ran to the wardrobe and picked up a pair of shoes and grabbed something from the dresser as she passed. Moving back to Billy she said, "Now for some shoes Billy. We won't go for heels quite yet, but these should fit you Ok"

Billy either didn't catch the meaning of Sam's "yet" or choose not to hear it. He stepped into the black leather loafers which looked like his own but which were obviously a woman's' style. Sam came up behind him, pulled back his hair and clipped silver earrings to his ears. They pinched and the weight pulled against his ears, but they glinted in the light and in the mirror looked perfect.

"We haven't got time to pierce your ears right now but these will do for the moment." Sam continued.

Again Billy didn't react to the implication but continued to stare at himself, or herself.

"But I wouldn't dare to go out like this", he breathed.

"Well its either this or stark naked" replied Sam.

"What do you mean?" asked Billy slowly coming out of his reverie.

"Well while you were showering, I got rid of your old clothes"

"You did what?" shouted Billy.

"Billy, you're shouting again" continued Sam in her calmest tones. "We talked about this already. To get you away we need to do this properly. If you're going to pass as a girl then it's dressing full time. No back sliding!"

"But where are we going?" asked Billy, his anger changing into petulance.

"Well, I have a very good friend north of the border. We'll be safer out of London. We'd better get going Billy. It's a long train ride to Edinburgh."

Night Train

Sam had quickly changed, and after giving Billy a few finishing touches with a black leather Mulberry purse and handbag and a jacket to match the skirt he wore, they left in a cab Sam had ordered by phone. Darkness was falling as they crossed London, moving swiftly through the streets as the rush hour was coming to an end.

"Billy, you've got to learn a few things about how women behave and look" Sam whispered to Billy in the back of the cab.

"Like what?"

"Well, for a start when you sit down wearing a skirt, keep your knees and legs together. And when you walk, take smaller steps than usual and try to put each foot directly in front of the other one."

"I'll never get away with this." hissed Billy.

"Oh yes we will," retorted Sam, "Just watch me and try to copy what I do. If someone speaks to you, just smile and shrug your shoulders. I'll be close by and I'll tell them you're my friend from Slovakia and don't speak any English."

Well I just hope we don't bump into any Slovakians, Billy thought to himself.

The station was quiet when they arrived and Sam and Billy managed to find the correct platform and their train without any apparent alarms. They found their sleeper compartment and closed the door quickly behind them. They were four berths in the compartment but Sam had booked the whole thing so they weren't going to be disturbed. Although it was late and dark by now, Sam pulled down the blind to give them more privacy. The train jolted once and then began to accelerate out of the station.

"Ok, Billy, we're going to go to Edinburgh to meet an old friend of mine. I think it's going to be safer for you to be out of London for a while. I'm sure we haven't been followed and with your new appearance you'll be safe enough in Edinburgh. She has a flat there and I've called ahead and she would love to have us stay for a while."

"But how long will I have to stay like this?" he asked so full of self pity that Sam almost laughed out loud.

"As long as it takes, Billy. I will take care of you but you must do what I say. If you don't I can't protect you and you know what that might mean" she replied calmly.

Billy bit his lip and looked as if he would cry. Sam sat down next to him and put her arm around him and drew him towards her. His head naturally fell onto her shoulder and he felt himself relax as Sam held him close. Billy liked the feeling of sitting there with Sam's arm around his shoulder and he felt safe and secure in the cocoon of the compartment. As the train thundered its way north through the London suburbs, Billy knew that his life was changing, but little did he know just how much.

"Sam...." murmured Billy.

"Yes, Billy?"

"Thank you, Sam." He said, "for everything"

Sam hugged him tighter and said, "It's Ok, Billy, you're safe with me."

Sam began to stroke Billy's hair with her hand. She found herself drawn to his vulnerability, to the fragility he now displayed as a girl. She continued to stroke his hair and felt him settle closer into her side. Billy had laid both his hands on his lap and Sam now intertwined the fingers of her free hand with his. She turned her head towards Billy and kissed him on the cheek. Billy responded by pressing harder into her and moving their linked hands to his mouth he kissed her hand and sucked her fingers. Sam felt herself grow warm and she turned her head further as Billy moved his head back and they kissed.

Billy felt Sam's lips close on his. He could feel their lips slide over each other and the exotic taste and sense thrilled him to the core. His tongue pushed into Sam's mouth and fought a brief skirmish with her tongue before retreating back into his own mouth pursued by Sam's eager advance. Sam broke away and ran her tongue over Billy's lips and Billy moaned as he felt her tongue slip along his lipsticked lips.

"Sam" he breathed heavily "What are you doing to me?"

"Stop me if you want." replied Sam.

Billy's response was to move his mouth to Sam's and lock his lips to hers. Billy put his hand on Sam's thigh and immediately felt her hand move to his nylon covered leg. Her touch on his stockinged legs felt so erotic he thought he might cum there and then. He had never felt a sensation like it before. Her hand moved up his thigh and pushed beneath his skirt. He was in a trance as her hand reached the bare flesh above the stocking and he gasped aloud with delight. His own hand now dared to move up Sam's leg and to his delight he found that she too was wearing stockings.

They stopped kissing and Billy opened his eyes to see Sam's hazel eyes watching him through lowered lids. Something briefly reminded him of a bird of prey scrutinising its next victim before he felt his desire wash away the thought. Billy's smile was blissful and Sam knew then that Billy would refuse her nothing.

"Billy, will you do something for me?" asked Sam, still looking into Billy's eyes. "Oh yes, Sam. Yes, anything." He breathed. Sam stood up between the two bench seats and leant her back against the door, which she had already locked.

"Billy, please kneel in front of me" she ordered.

Billy immediately did as Sam had asked and knelt down on the floor in front of her. He had to hitch up his skirt to kneel comfortably and looked up into her face and waited.

"Take off my skirt Billy."

Sam had slipped on a midi length black skirt with an elastic waist before leaving and Billy merely had to raise his hands and gently pull down the skirt to make it fall to the floor. Sam had also changed into an ivory silk teddy with hold up stockings. Billy nearly fainted when he saw this, inches in front of his eyes.

"Now lick my pussy, Billy" commanded Sam.

Billy leaned forward and undid the teddy under the crotch and slid his tongue into Sam's now wet pussy. His hands went behind her backside to push her harder into his face. His tongue flicked past the lips and began to dance inside. Sam now had to brace herself against the sides of the compartment as Billy's tongue drove into her.

"Billy, harder" she moaned.

Instead, he moved slower, his tongue massaging the moist entrance to Sam's love canal. Sam almost shouted with frustration, her hips grinding into Billy's face. He knew for once he had control and toyed with Sam, his tongue darting in and out, teasing and taunting her.

"Billy, Billy, fuck me with your tongue!" she almost screamed at him.

Billy now drove back in, his tongue found her clit and he began to play with it, his tongue swirling and rolling it around. Sam began to jerk and buck under Billy's tonguing. She writhed as he intensified his action, sucking and licking and twisting his tongue around inside her.

"Oh Billy, Billy, Billy fuck me, fuck me" she moaned.

Billy could feel her moment was close and pumped harder and harder, until he felt her jerk once then twice more as her orgasm took control. Sam felt the orgasm come from deep within her and bit her lip as the power of it washed over her once then again.

"OOOOhhhhhh, Billy "

"OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh"

She threw her head back as the orgasm peaked and then slumped forward as it passed. She looked down at Billy's head as he continued to lap happily at her pussy and she gently moved his head away and drew him up from his knees. She kissed him to savour the taste of herself on his lips and held him tight to her.

"Did you enjoy that, Sam?" asked Billy and Sam laughed "What do you think, Billy?"

Chapter 3

It was still dark and cold when they eventually arrived at Edinburgh's Waverley station. They had made up the bed in the sleeper and lain in each other's arms, but little sleep came because of the noise of the rails. With less than an hour to go before arriving, Sam made Billy shave with her small razor, redid his makeup before doing her own in the large wall mounted mirror. The train pulled into the platform and Billy and Sam stayed in the compartment for a few minutes to let the other passengers drift away. Billy was getting nervous and Sam tried to reassure him.

"Look, there's no need to worry. It's too early for many people to be about, and anyway, nobody pays any attention to anybody else at stations. They're too busy looking out for themselves."

Sam looked out of the carriage door to check the coast was clear and nodded to Billy to follow her. He grasped his shoulder bag tight, held his breath and walked through the door. Sam had been right. The only people about were a couple of drunks sleeping on a bench; a gaggle of students probably coming home from an all night party and a few bored ScotRail staff idly checking tickets.

As they approached the barrier Sam whispered, "remember, look up, it looks more suspicious if you look down all the time." Billy raised his eyes from the ground and found himself looking straight into the eyes of the ticket inspector. The man smiled and said, "tickets, please!"

Billy fumbled in his handbag, the clasp difficult to undo in his trembling fingers.

"Here, let me help" said Sam and opened the bag and dug out the ticket. She handed both to the inspector and moved through the gates. The man looked straight at Billy, smiled and said "Thank you, miss"

Billy blushed and the man smiled. "I hope you two ladies have a nice day in Edinburgh" he said with a friendly liliting Scottish accent.

"Thank you, we will," replied Sam over her shoulder. As they moved on they heard a low whistle of appreciation come from behind them. Sam sniggered, "You certainly passed that test then".

At that moment they heard a female sounding voice calling out "Sam, Sam over here darling!"

Turning towards the sound Billy saw a tall girl with blonde hair and the most mischievous smile he had ever seen running towards them.

"Charlie!" shouted Sam she stood with her arms outstretched. Charlie ran straight to her and they and wrapped their arms around each other in a warm embrace. They kissed each other on the cheeks the way women do and Billy stood there watching the two girls embrace. He felt a small pang of jealousy at the obvious affection they showed for each other. The two girls held each other tight and seemed totally oblivious of Billy's presence. Finally the blonde girl broke their clinch and stood back a little holding Sam by the shoulders and said, "well, my lovely Sam, let's have a good look at you."

Billy was astonished to see Sam blush and a shy smile came over her face as her eyes dipped towards the floor. . She said shyly, "oh, I'm alright and I can see and hear you are, Charlie!"

Billy coughed to get some attention as he was beginning to feel cold. The thin female clothing and the chill early morning air causing him to shiver.

"Oh Billy, I'm so sorry, forgive me. Billy, this is Charlie, I mean, Charlotte." Sam introduced the blonde. "And Charlotte, meet Billy"

Charlotte seemed to notice Billy for the first time and smiled broadly, "Wow, Sam you did a great job. Billy you look gorgeous. I'm really pleased to meet you at last."

She leant forward and kissed Billy on the cheek and Billy caught just a hint of perfume. Charlotte took control and put her arms through Billy's and Sam's and led them across the concourse, just three girls, arm in arm. They walked up and out of the station to the taxi rank. Billy was surprised to see that the taxis were the same black cabs they had in London. Billy sat between Sam and Charlotte in the back of the cab and felt the warmth of their legs through his skirt. Charlotte gave the driver an address and then closed the glass screen so that their conversation would be private. Sam and Charlie chatted to each other just like old friends would as Billy looked out over a quiet city just waking up. They sped past the castle, so quiet and aloof without the clamour of the tourists who usually throng the area.

The taxi drew to a halt outside a block of flats and all three girls tumbled out. Sam paid the driver and Charlotte opened the front door and they walked up the worn stone spiral staircase to the first floor. Charlotte unlocked the door to the flat and they piled in. It wasn't a large flat, but it was beautifully and tastefully furnished. Oil paintings hung from every wall, a mixture of old and modern, abstract and landscape. The furniture as well was a splendid mixture of ancient heirloom and modern Scandinavian. The result was not the jumble you might expect, but a tasteful and well judged cocktail of styles.

Charlotte went to the kitchen and called out "Tea, coffee, juice?"

Billy sank into a sofa and said, "No, thanks, just some rest"

Billy eased off his shoes and closed his eyes. Sam went to help Charlie and Billy sat alone listening to the two girls chat excitedly in the kitchen. Billy began to think about his situation but it got too difficult for his tired brain to get it straight and he gave up. He listened to the chatter from the kitchen and heard their giggling and gentle laughing as he drifted off to sleep.

How long he slept he could not tell. He came round slowly, as if coming back from a place a long way away. He felt warm and comfortable, so he kept his eyes closed and tried to go back to sleep. He heard voices and in that delightful waking state somewhere between sleeping and waking he could not tell whether he was dreaming. He could hear a girl's voice, "when are you going to tell him?"

"When I need to, not before." he heard a second girl reply. The voice sounded familiar to him and then the memories flooded back into his mind like a dam bursting. Actions, sounds and feelings all jostled into his brain and he struggled to make sense of it all. His eyes were closed, and he stretched and was surprised to find he was lying in a bed. He felt a duvet wrapped around him and this felt warm and cosy. He then realised there was something else wrapped around him, something that felt smooth and silky to his skin. He moved his legs and felt them brush against the same material. He opened his eyes to find himself in a very feminine looking bedroom. The curtains were pulled closed but there was daylight showing through.

Billy was now wide-awake and threw back the duvet to find that he was wearing a nightdress. He stared down at the long pink satin nightie covering his body and felt the material brush lightly around his privates. He sat up immediately and felt the material pull tight around his chest. He couldn't believe it, why was he wearing this? He heard a small giggle,and he turned towards the door to find both Sam and Charlie standing there grinning broadly.

"Why am I wearing this?" he blurted.

"Because I haven't got anything else for you to wear." replied Charlie smiling ingenuously.

"Come on, Billy, stop complaining. It looks so cute on you. Especially when you blush." Sam interrupted.

Billy could feel his face warming and he dropped his eyes away from Sam's.

"But how did I get in bed?" asked Billy.

Sam and Charlie walked across and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well you fell asleep and we put you to bed. We just put the nightie on you to make you feel more comfortable. You wouldn't have wanted to sleep on the chair, would you? Besides you would have creased your nice new clothes if we hadn't undressed you" answered Sam.

She leaned over and adjusted the nightdress around Billy's shoulders, retying the bow around the neck that had come undone. This small gesture affected Billy strangely. It made him feel vulnerable yet safe, and he felt a rush of affection towards Sam. He felt and obviously looked as if he might burst into tears at any moment. Sam put her arm around his shoulder and she hugged him close.

"Billy, now don't worry. We're here to look after you. Charlie and I"

"What am I going to do?" Billy mumbled. "I can't stay here forever."

"Billy, I feel responsible for you after what I got you into," replied Sam. "You can stay here with Charlotte until I can sort things out down in London. You're involved with things and people that only I can deal with."

"But why do I have to wear girl's clothes?" Billy almost wailed.

Sam turned to face him and placed her hands on his shoulders and looked him hard in the eyes. Billy couldn't look away, even if he had wanted to.

"Listen Billy, we have to keep your identity secret until things are settled. This has worked so far and I don't see any reason why it shouldn't continue to work. But if you're going to pass as a girl you're going to have to live full time as one. OK? And before you ask I don't know how long it will take."

Only now did Billy look down. He nodded. Sam thought to herself just how easy it had been to move Billy to accepting this full time instead of as a way of escaping. Billy was now in Sam's hands. Sam was shaping his will and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Come on, Billy, lets eat. You must be starving." Said Charlotte.

She moved to Billy and took his hands in hers. She gently pulled him to his feet. Billy felt the bottom of the nightdress swish around his calves as he stood up. Charlotte held out a matching satin robe and Billy instinctively put his arms through it. Sam tied off the belt around his waist and before he knew what was going on, Charlotte had bent down and put his feet into a pair of pink mules. Billy looked down and for a moment a doubt came into his mind. Sam sensed the hesitation and stepped quickly forwards.

"Billy, you remember yesterday and what we did? There's more where that came from." She kissed him quickly on the lips and took his arm.

Any last vestige of doubt fled Billy's mind, and he walked out of the bedroom and into his new life. Charlotte looked at Sam and raised an enquiring eyebrow. Sam nodded, and both girls knew that he was theirs.

Chapter 4

Billy was astonished to discover that he had slept almost from breakfast time until dinnertime. He realised that he had also not eaten for about 24 hours and was ravenous. Charlotte made some fresh pasta and salad and the three of them ate hungrily. A bottle of Chardonnay was opened and drunk quickly and another soon followed. The two girls had changed their clothes since the morning. Charlotte was wearing a white oversized man's shirt, unbuttoned enough to give Billy tantalising glimpses of her breasts, teamed with tight blue jeans and what looked like cowboy boots.

Sam had put on a loose cotton tunic and trouser suit in a deep royal blue colour that accentuated her oriental features. Billy looked at her and felt that tug in his chest as she sipped her wine and when she laughed she showed those wonderful white teeth. As Billy listened to the two girls talk easily and openly to each other he felt more and more comfortable. His inhibitions began to drop away, and he increasingly joined in the conversation, all embarrassment about what he was wearing had fallen away. He began to revel in the feel of the soft satin moving and caressing his skin. The feel of the material sliding around his penis was so sensuous he was becoming aroused just moving around in his chair.

Sam again seemed to read his mind because she stood up and moved round the table to where he sat. She bent over and kissed him on the lips pushing her tongue straight between his lips into his mouth. She found his tongue with hers and drew it quickly into her mouth. She began to suck on his tongue as if it were a tiny cock. Billy's head went back as she took control and he felt himself melt into her embrace. It was at that moment he gave himself to her completely. He couldn't reconcile the feelings that raged within him, but he sensed that he would do anything to please her. Was he falling in love with her?

Sam broke off the embrace and looked into Billy's eyes. He felt he had fallen into a bottomless chasm as he looked into those almond eyes. He was falling and falling and only Sam could save him. She pulled him to his feet spoke firmly, "Billy, go to the bedroom and wait for me there. Don't take off the nightie"

Billy swallowed but knew he would no more argue than stick pins in his eyes. He turned and saw Charlotte watching him intently.

"Kiss Charlie goodnight, Billy" ordered Sam.

Billy obediently walked across to Charlotte and kissed her quickly and tenderly on the lips.

"Goodnight Charlie", he almost whispered.

"Night Billy" replied Charlotte, "Have fun tonight, we have a lot to do tomorrow"

Billy didn't know what she meant but was no longer surprised at the twist and turns his life might now take. He walked towards the bedroom and looked back to see Sam and Charlie exchange an embrace.

"Don't worry Billy I won't be long," said Sam.

Billy entered the bedroom and turned off the ceiling light to leave only a small bedside light to cast a soft glow across the room. He quickly undid the robe and laid it carefully on the chair. He turned down the duvet and sat on the edge of the bed. He glanced towards the mirror and looked into a face he barely knew looking back at him. His hair untied form its normal ponytail framed his face and fell to his shoulders. He could see the top of his nightie in the mirror and he realised with a rush that he knew this was what he wanted. He actually wanted to wear this nightie and to serve Sam however she wanted him.

At that moment Sam walked into the room. She had changed again. She was now wearing a pair of pyjamas, cut from a pale cream silk that flowed around her as she walked. She walked across to him and kissed him again, this time flicking her tongue across his lips before nibbling his lip. She gradually pushed him back onto the bed until he was laying full length and then she kneeled over him. She lowered herself onto him, her backside straddling his groin. Sam pushed her fingers into his mouth and Billy sucked hungrily on her fingers.

"Undo my top" she told him.

His hands reached up and fumbled with the buttons of the pyjama top. He managed to undo the top, and it fell open revealing her breasts. She leant forward and said "Suck my nipples Billy, I want you to suck them until I tell you to stop."

Billy reached up and began to rub her left breast with his fingers and took the other one into his mouth. He felt the nipple rise immediately and begun to harden in his mouth. He rolled the nipple in his mouth and felt a tremor pass through Sam's body. He moved his mouth away from the breast kissing and licking the nipple with his tongue. Her nipple was erect and he could now take it into his mouth and suckle like a baby. He felt Sam moving against his groin and his prick began to harden as she rubbed herself against him.

"Now the other one"

He switched his attention to the other breast, and he felt her moving faster as he sucked the other nipple.

"OOOOhhhhhh" she moaned softly as he bit down gently onto the nipple.

"Enough" she ordered and he immediately let go of her breast. She moved her arms backwards and slipped the silk top off. Billy watched as her breasts moved and swayed in front of his eyes. She looked down on him and smiled.

"You like this now, don't you Billy?"

"Yes, oh yes" he said.

"No, I mean you like wearing that nightie don't you?"

As she said this she began to rub her hands over his chest until she found his nipples. He felt her touch his nipples through the satin of the nightdress and he realised his nipples were responding too. They seemed to be so sensitive rubbing against the satin and like Sam's they too began to harden. He had never felt this sensuous before and he began to squirm and wriggle under her fingers.

"Oh yes Sam, I love this..please don't stop. Do it harder."

Sam smiled and began to use her nails to tighten her grip on his nipples and she was rewarded with gasps from Billy as he felt the pain shoot through him.

"OOOOhhhhh, that's so good."

Sam could feel his cock rubbing hard against her pussy through the silk, and she eased aside to stop taking him too far. She moved down his body and pushed her hands up under the bottom of his nightdress. She ran her fingers up his legs beneath the satin until she reached his thighs. Billy was now writhing beneath her and she lifted the nightdress until she could see his cock standing erect, its tip red and glistening in the light.

She reached out her hand and ran her fingernails up and down his shaft. His cock jumped at her touch and Billy let out a another low moan. She cupped his balls in one hand and reached up under the nightdress to continue her assault on his nipples. Billy felt her fingernails as she took his balls in her hand and shuddered as she pinched his nipple again.

One hand moved up and down his shaft as she bent over to kiss the tip of his cock. She wrapped her lips around the head and begun to lick, her hand still caressing its length. Gradually she took more and more into her mouth and her tongue swirled around until she had taken the entire length. Sam moved her hands back to cup his balls and scraped her nails over them. Billy bucked as if he had been slapped and yelped as the delicious pain struck through him.

Billy felt her hand slide underneath him and then suddenly felt something probing the entrance to his asshole. He started to say something but at that moment Sam's fingernails tightened against his balls and he just moaned. Sam let Billy's cock slip from her mouth but her fingernails still imprisoned his balls. She reached to the bedside table and took from the drawer a small thin dildo.

"Turn over," she ordered.

A little pressure from her nails on his balls persuaded Billy to do as he was told. He rolled over so that his backside was in the air. Sam positioned herself on her knees behind him and gently teased Billy's entrance with the tip of the dildo. He now realised what was in her mind and nervously whimpered, "No, please don't Sam"

"Ssshh, Billy, I won't hurt you, I promise," she replied, now massaging his cock.

Billy felt the hardness of the dildo as Sam began to press it into his opening. He tensed in alarm and she said tenderly, "Relax, Billy, it won't hurt if you relax, baby."

She continued to stroke his penis and Billy tried to relax as Sam slowly moved the dildo rhythmically in and out, pushing it deeper and deeper each time. Billy felt a pain as it entered his anus, but it wasn't as bad as he had feared. The pain subsided as Sam gently probed deeper and deeper. Billy began to move his hips back against the dildo and he felt he was being filled completely by it. Sam could feel Billy's penis thicken even more as he began to feel the stimulation from the dildo. Sam smiled happily.... he was now truly hers.

There'll be another time for this she thought and eased the dildo out, her own desire now rising quickly. She slid her pyjamas down her legs and kicked them off. Returning to the bed she made Billy roll onto his back and she straddled him, quickly sliding his cock into her pussy. This time she wanted it hard and fast and began to ride Billy like a horse.

"Fuck me, fuck me Billy," she shouted.

Billy needed no orders this time and was pushing up as she ground down on him. Sam was riding him hard now, giving no mercy as she bounced up and down on top of him. Billy kept up with her, his own lust driving him faster and faster. Sam was screaming now "Faster, faster".

He opened his eyes to see her breasts shaking in front of him and he grabbed them to give Sam's nipples some of the treatment she had given him. This just drove Sam on, grinding harder and harder onto him. She felt her orgasm building and kept pounding away at Billy.

"Billy, I'm cumming " she screamed. "Ohhhh yes,yes,yes"

Billy responded and he could feel the pressure building in his balls and then suddenly he was there pumping his cum into Sam.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me Sam fuck me Sam" Sam heard him shout.

Even as she was cumming she knew the reversal was complete. Billy had crossed the threshold and there was no going back.

Parting

Sam had held Billy until he fell asleep. She watched him tenderly as he slept, her arms around him, comforting and protecting him. She felt no regrets at what she had done to him. What was done was done. Sam hadn't expected to feel this for Billy though and it was certainly complicating matters. She knew that more difficult times lay ahead for both of them. She kissed him quickly, then laid her head against his shoulder and slipped off to sleep herself.

Billy woke to the sound of voices from outside the bedroom. He got out of bed and headed towards the sounds, just remembering to put on the robe before he left the bedroom. It was strange he thought, "I don't even feel embarrassed about wearing these clothes now". It seemed so natural now to wear them to please Sam and to please himself, he realised.

"Good morning, what's going on?" he asked as he entered the kitchen.

Both girls were sat at the table, wearing towelling robes and drinking coffee.

"Good morning Billie" said Sam who seemed distracted.

"Morning, sweetheart" said Charlotte, smiling at him. But Billy had the impression that they had been arguing before he came in.

"There's some fresh coffee in the machine and juice if you want it" Charlotte continued.

Billy poured himself some coffee and sat down.

"Billie", said Sam "I have to leave for a while. There's some things that I have to sort out in London."

Billy's heart dropped like a stone as he took in what Sam had said.

"But why?" he almost pouted as he asked the question.

"Billie, if we're going to get you safely out of this I can't do it from here. I have to go back to London."

Billy felt the pinprick of tears in his eyes as he slumped down in his chair. Sam leant over and kissed his forehead. "Don't worry Billie, Charlie here will look after you and I know it won't be for very long"

"Come on we'll have a great time up here Billie" chipped in Charlotte "I've got so much planned for us girls"

Billy looked up at Sam and said "But will we be all right up here? Will you call us when it's safe?"

Sam glanced at Charlotte but it was Charlotte who replied, "We'll be in touch every night with Sam"

"How?"

"In the chat room of course" Sam laughed. "Remember? It seems such a long time ago now"

"When will you go?" asked Billy

"I'll get the 10 o'clock to Kings Cross" she said, "So I'll have to go soon"

Sam busied herself putting a few clothes and some makeup into a bag. Billy watched with apprehension until all too soon she was ready to leave. Sam stood at the door waiting for the taxi and Billy went across to her and hugged her. His face lay on her shoulder and she stroked his hair.

"Sam, you know I love you, don't you" he whispered.

"Yes, I do, Billie. And I love you too." She replied and Billy's heart fluttered.

They kissed passionately and lovingly one more time, then the taxi was there and in a flurry of "bye"s and "see you"s, she was gone.

Cleo Charlotte was determined to keep Billy from moping so after she had organised him to tidy and wash up the breakfast things, Charlotte sat him down on one of the modern leather sofas.

"I've got a couple of nice surprises for you Billie", she said. "If you're going to be living here for a while you'll need some new clothes. You'll fit some of mine for today, but you're going to need your own clothes so we're going to go shopping this afternoon."

Billy shook his head. "No, I can't do that. I'd be spotted. I would be caught straight away." Hysteria began to rise in his voice.

"No you won't Billie. You might be spotted as you are now, but that's the other surprise. I've got a friend of mine who is coming over this morning to give you a makeover. The works. Hair, nails and makeup. When she's finished with you my girl, you won't even recognise yourself."

Billy felt all the despair and fear he had suppressed while Sam was there well up from inside. He held his head in his hands and began to cry. He sobbed quietly for a few seconds and then looked up to Charlotte and blurted out, "I can't get away with this Charlie, I know I can't."

Charlotte moved to his side on the sofa and put her arm around him. She let him lay his head on her shoulder and she stroked his head gently.

"There, there Billie, don't worry. I'm here to look after you and Sam will be taking care of things in London. It'll all be better soon. You'll see"

"But I can't go on like this, dressed as a girl. I just can't do it Charlie"

"Well, Billie the way I see it you haven't got much choice. You've made a good start already, you haven't been sussed yet have you?"

"Charlie, but why do I have to wear girls clothes now I'm up here. It was OK to get away from London, but I want to wear guys clothes now. We're safe up here." Billy was determined to make a stand.

"Oh, you think so do you?"

"Well, yes. We weren't followed up here and no-one knows me here so why can't I go back to being a boy?"

"Billie, Sam made me swear not to tell you this, but under the circumstances I have no choice."

"What?" Billy's heart began to sink.

"There's a reason for Sam getting back to London so quickly. Last night when you and Sam were on the way up here, the Tropicana was firebombed." Charlotte was grim faced.

"Oh, my God, no" Billy sat down hard. "Was anyone hurt? Bernice?"

"No, she's alright and no-one else was hurt. Bernice had just closed the club and was getting into her car when a van drove past the club and a couple of firebombs were thrown through the windows. The place went up like a torch. It's gutted according to Bernice."

"But, Sam will she be alright?" Billy began to tremble.

"She thinks it's a warning. If they had wanted to do something worse they could have done it while it was open. Sam's tough, Billie. She's had to deal with the Triads and the Yardies so she's used to trouble."

"But what can she do?"

"Sam's got a lot of contacts, she says she can cut a deal, but she has to tread carefully. There are a lot of powerful people involved. So you see, I don't think we can take any chances, Billie"

"No. I suppose not. But shopping, hair do, nails. I don't know that I can do this Charlie"

"Billie, I know you can. You can do it. I've seen how you like to wear that nightdress and robe. I've seen how you hold yourself. Just like a girl. I've seen how you look at yourself in the mirror. Billie, I think you not only can do this, you want to do it". She finished, her voice firmer now, authority replacing the tenderness of a few minutes earlier.

Charlotte had touched the memory that Billy had been trying to bury. His face burned as he remembered how he had felt those times when he had stolen into his sister's bedroom and opened her wardrobe. She had been a couple of years older than him and her clothes had been almost the right size for him to wear. He could remember the thrill of exploring her clothes, of running his hands through her pretty underwear. He could still remember the tension in his chest the first time he buried his face in her panties and stroked her nightdresses.

He remembered how dizzy he felt the first time he pulled his sisters knickers over his legs and up his thighs. His penis reacted immediately, growing hard and firm as Billy felt the soft material close tight around him. He was almost fainting with excitement as he masturbated, watching himself in the bedroom mirror as his penis emerged from the lace of the panties. He still remembered the tight embrace of his sister's panties around his balls as he worked his hand up and down his cock until he came in a head spinning flood of cum.

There were many times to follow that first one. He crept into his sister's room as often as he dared to wear her panties, her bras and her dresses. Once he wore a suspender belt and stockings he found tucked into the back of her dresser, where she thought their mother would not find them. Billy could recall exactly the feeling as the fine nylon slipped over his legs and how his legs rubbed against each other as he walked. As Charlotte looked into his deepest thoughts Billy could remember that delicious mixture of desire and fear of discovery. Well now he had been discovered.

Charlotte smiled as she watched Billy blush and she knew she had been right. He did want this. She moved quickly to take advantage of his discomfort. She led him into her bedroom and opened her wardrobe. Selecting a beautiful pale lemon cotton dress with white piping, she held it up against Billy.

"Mmmm perfect." She exclaimed.

"Now what to go underneath? Ah, this is it" she had pulled open one of the drawers to pick up what turned out to be a white teddie. Billy could see a lace panel at the front running in a vee from the gusset to the top and lace trimming everywhere. He had never seen anything so beautiful. Before he knew it Charlotte was pulling off the robe and tugging at the hem of the nightdress to take it up over his head.

Billy blushed again as he stood naked in front of Charlotte and his penis began to grow visibly. Charlotte looked down and laughed, gave his penis a quick squeeze, kissed him and whispered, "we might have to do something with that later"

Billy frankly couldn't keep up with what was happening and let Charlotte get on with it. She held open the top of the teddie and Billy numbly stepped into it. Charlotte eased the teddie slowly up his legs until he felt the silk close around his groin. He closed his eyes as he felt Charlotte slide the material up and over his chest and slipped his arms through the thin straps of the garment. He could feel the silk against his nipples and sensed them harden at the touch of the sensuous material.

Charlotte stepped back and admired her handiwork. She adjusted the straps to give a slightly better fit and then picked up the dress. She bunched it in her hands and dropped it over Billy's head and shoulders. The cotton was so soft as it slid down, Billy shivered. The hem came to just below Billy's knees and he could feel it brushing against his calves. The dress buttoned up the front and Charlotte swiftly did up the buttons and pulled the dress straight.

"Wow, you were made for this," said Charlotte with a low whistle. "Wait a sec, one last thing" She pulled open another drawer and selected a small silk patterned scarf which she used to tie Billy's hair into a ponytail.

Billy finally moved and turned slowly on the spot, holding out the sides of the dress.

"You look lovely, sweetheart" said Charlotte.

Billy glowed with pride at the remark. Truth be told he thought, I feel lovely in this.

"Come on" said Charlotte "we've got time for a coffee before your next treat"

Billy and Charlotte sat in the kitchen drinking freshly brewed coffee and Billy marvelled at how natural it felt to be wearing this dress. None of the tight, constricting feeling of his old masculine clothing, Just a sense of freedom and liberation, of light and air, of femininity.

The doorbell jangled and Charlotte went to answer it, "Prepare yourself for Cleo, she's quite an act," she said over her shoulder.

Cleo burst into the room like a sudden summer storm. She carried a big black holdall over her shoulder and huge black Dior sunglasses that covered half her face. Her large lips were painted ruby red and were fixed in an enormous grin. She exuded energy and strength, and Billy was bowled over by her.

"Hi, you must be Billie. I'm Cleo"

"Hello" Billy replied almost shyly in the face of Cleo's exuberance. She kissed Billy quickly on both cheeks and Billy caught the scent of her perfume.

"Mmm that smells nice, what is it?" Billy amazed himself by asking. He had never before thought of what perfume girls wore.

"Paloma. Want to try it?" Cleo took out a small bottle and sprayed it into the inside of Billy's wrist. She rubbed it once or twice then held his wrist up for him to sniff.

"Do you like it?" Cleo asked.

"Yes, it's lovely" replied Billy. The scent filled his head with images of warm summer evenings.

"Keep it, then. A little gift from me."

"No I couldn't..." Billy tried to say but Cleo had already swept on towards Charlotte.

Cleo and Charlotte embraced and Billy could see Charlotte's eyes glinting with pleasure as the two kissed.

Cleo was wearing a tight pair of white jeans and a simple white embroidered cotton shirt. Short sleeved, it was cut short enough to hang outside her jeans to show a tanned and taut stomach. Her navel was pierced with a small silver ring that glinted in the light. She wore a pair of brown leather sandals on her feet and her toenails were painted a dark blue colour to match her long tapered fingernails. Her blonde hair cascaded down around her face and onto her shoulders. She was forever pushing her hand up and through her hair. A gesture Billy found incredibly arousing.

Cleo put down her bag and stood in front of Billy. She then undid the ribbon that Charlotte had tied in earlier to hold his hair in a ponytail.

Let's see what the damage is then" she muttered.

"Tsk", she almost hissed as she ran her fingers through Billy's hair and teased it out around his head, "whoever cut this needs to be shot"

"Don't worry, Billy", said Charlotte smiling broadly, "She always says that. Cleo's just a prima donna."

To Cleo she said, "Cleo, I know you're an artist, but please make this a good one. For me?"

Charlotte smiled so sweetly, Billy could see Cleo almost melt and he wondered briefly about the relationship between the two girls.

"Charlotte, would you really expect anything else?" Cleo said, trying unsuccessfully to be sarcastic.

Cleo turned back to Billy's hair and continued teasing it out and playing with styles. Billy had always worn his hair long; working in computing it was almost expected that he would be slightly weird anyway. He always tried to keep it clean and had usually worn it tied back in a ponytail and apart from having it trimmed occasionally he had not bothered with it much.

"MMMmm well, it's in reasonable condition, I suppose, but these ends are in a terrible state." Cleo sniffed. "But, first we need shampoo and conditioner, and then I can give you the attention you deserve."

"Billie, can you go into the bathroom and wash your hair please? The shampoo and conditioner is in there. Just wrap a towel around your hair when you're finished," said Charlotte who briskly organised Billy and then turned to whisper something to Cleo, who broke into a broad grin.

Billy walked into the bathroom and took off the dress and the teddie he had put on earlier. He stood under the shower and let the warm rush of water sluice over him. He had always loved this feeling and would often stay under the shower until the water ran cold. He washed and then conditioned his hair using the perfumed shampoo and conditioner as Charlotte had ordered. Quickly the bathroom became full of steam and the heady smell of the shampoo and conditioner. Billy finished and towelled himself dry. He realised he had begun to like how smooth his skin felt and how the soft, heavy towelling robe seemed to soothe his body. Billy took a towel from the cupboard and tried to wrap it around his head like a turban in the way he had seen some women do. Somehow he managed to get the towel to stay put and walked back into the bedroom.

Charlotte and Cleo took one look and almost collapsed with a fit of giggles.

"Billie, you've got a lot to learn, " said Charlotte, a huge smile across her face.

"Ok, Ok, there's no need to burst a blood vessel," Billy responded sulkily.

"Come on, Billie," said Cleo, her eyes dancing with laughter "Pay no attention to her, sit down and let me get to work."

Cleo had placed one of the bedroom chairs in such a way that Billy could not see himself in any of the mirrors in the room. She had laid out her things on the dressing table and as soon as Billy had sat down Cleo started to work on Billy's hair. Billy now realised that he had been deliberately placed so that he could not see what was going on. Charlotte lounged on the bed watching Cleo work, catching Billy's eye from time to time and nodding in approval.

"What are you going to do?" asked Billy rather nervously.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'm going to make you look so good you won't believe it"

Although that didn't make things any clearer, Cleo's confidence put Billy somewhat at ease. Charlotte and Cleo kept up a constant stream of chat as Cleo worked. Billy's mind began to drift as he sat there, moving his head occasionally as Cleo asked. He could feel her fingers in his hair and the snip of her scissors. The sound of the scissors and the softness of the girls' voices was almost hypnotic, and Billy's mind roved across the last three days adventures. He still couldn't quite believe that this was happening, and that he would wake up soon and find this had been a dream.

The sound of a hair dryer being switched on brought him sharply back to reality and Cleo began to blow-dry his hair.

"I've kept the cut quite simple, so all you'll need to do is blow-dry it into shape." She said over the sound of the dryer.

A few minutes later and she had finished and Billy, now quite bored, asked, "Can I see it now?"

"Oh no" replied Cleo, "I've got some other treats first!"

She moved round in front of Billy and laid a tray across his lap.

"Put your hands flat out" she said.

Cleo took one of his hands and started to prepare his nails for the packet of false nails that he could now see clearly. Billy's eyes stared at them in horror.

"You can't be serious, I can't wear them, they're enormous," He wailed picking one up and then quickly put it back as Charlotte's voice boomed.

"Billie! Remember what we said!"

"Charlotte, do I have to?" He wailed. "My nails are quite long, maybe just some shaping and polish?"

Billy could see that look on Charlotte's face that she meant business and could see her own decorated talons He just shut up and let Cleo get on with it. The nails were only about 3/4" long, but to Billy's eyes they looked like talons.

"I use a special professional nail and I like to use a special fixing agent that prevents any coming astray at embarrassing moments," said Cleo as she first sized the thumbnail and then attached it using the heat from the hair dryer to hasten the curing process.

Cleo quickly finished one hand and Billy spread his fingers wide in front of him.

"How do you do anything in these?" he murmured, already fascinated by the effect.

"Billie, you'll soon get used to them." Said Cleo, "Girls have no problems managing with them"

The other hand soon followed and Billy thought his ordeal was over. He made to stand up but Cleo pushed him back down. She grabbed a bottle of dark brown polish and quickly and expertly applied two coats onto his new nails. Billy looked in astonishment as she quickly painted his toenails to match.

"Good, just one treat left," she said as she put the bottle away.

Cleo gently moved the hair away from his ears and Billy felt her spray something onto each ear in turn.

"What's that?" he asked.

"SShh" said Cleo, "All over soon, sweetheart"

All Billy felt was a little tug at his ear and then he realised that she had pierced his ears. Not once but twice.

"I've put gold sleeper studs in for now Billie, but you'll soon be able to wear proper earrings." She said.

Billy sat there, half scared and half excited to see what Cleo had done to him. Cleo moved another chair in front of him and opened up a makeup case that she had taken from her holdall. She began to work on Billy's face with the speed and confidence of a professional.

"Do you do this for a living?" asked Billy.

"MMM yes", she replied, not taking her eyes from Billy's face. "I have my own salon in town. Next time you can come to see me there"

Billy thrilled at the thought. He was getting used to the attention he was receiving and began to lap it up.

"I bet you don't get many guys to do this for, though" he replied.

Both girls laughed at this remark and Cleo said, "Well that's where you're wrong Billie, more guys than you would think like this treatment. Though I must say not many end up looking as good as you do, even if I say so myself. You have such a pretty face, it's a pleasure to do this."

Saying this she leant forward quickly and kissed him on the lips.

"Cleo!", barked Charlotte, "keep your mind on the job"

"Oh, sorry I'm sure" laughed Cleo, and winked at Billy.

Billy laughed too and even Charlotte joined in. It wasn't many minutes before Cleo had finished, and both girls stood in front of Billy to admire Cleo's work. Charlotte stood just behind Cleo and looped her arms around the smaller girl's shoulders in an affectionate hug. Cleo looked back and smiled at Charlotte, "Well what do you think?"

"Cleo, you are a true artist!" and squeezed her shoulders.

Billy could see Cleo blush even, under the tan. "What else did you expect?" she said, but he could see she was pleased.

"Ok, when are you two witches going to let me see too?"

"Oh, I think she's ready to be revealed don't you? Cleo?" replied Charlotte.

Cleo nodded and Charlotte then opened the wardrobe door to reveal a full- length mirror. The door swept back to the point where Billy could see himself in it. He froze. There was someone sitting there looking back at him, but it wasn't him. A girl sat there looking straight into his eyes. Billy shook his head as if to clear it and the girl shook her head too. Her lips were a sultry brown colour and were full and pouty. The eye make was expertly blended and subtly applied. His eyelashes were long and dark and felt heavy as he blinked. His nose looked smaller and his face was red and blushing.

Billy watched as he moved his hand to touch his face and saw the girl touch hers with her long shapely fingernails. He shook his head again and the girl's hair moved like liquid in the mirror. This is too weird thought Billy, and then with a stunning shock he realised that the gorgeous creature was him.

"What do you think, Billie?" Charlotte's voice seemed to come from faraway.

"It's incredible" he managed to say.

He couldn't break his gaze away from the image in the mirror. His hair had been cut to shoulder length and shaped into a simple and classic bob with a fringe that framed his face. The two gold studs in each ear reflected in the light. The makeup was again simple but seemed to transform his whole face. The whole effect made his face look smaller and rounder. His nose was less prominent, his jaw softer, his lips fuller and his cheekbones higher. But the crowning glory was his eyes. They had become so much larger, and the soft and subtle eye shadow, mascara and liner worked together to make his eyes so alluring.

Charlotte stood behind Billy and held his shoulders as they both gazed at the mirror.

"I told you she was good, didn't I?"

"Oh yes, yes", said Billy dreamily, unable to take his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.

"Come on then, when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping", Charlotte clapped her hands together and jumped into the air. Billy was still in a daze but let the girls propel him into Charlotte's bedroom. Cleo and Charlotte decided to change their own clothes and quickly stripped. Charlotte down to her bra and panties and Cleo kept only her white jeans on..

"Well, Billie, if we're like this then I think you should be too," giggled Charlotte. She rummaged in one of the dressing table drawers and came up with a beautiful lace bra and panty set with a matching suspender belt. They removed the robe that Billy had been wearing and helped him to put on the lingerie as he could not yet manage to cope with his new fingernails. Billy wasn't complaining much as the two girls' hands and fingers roamed over his body and Billy felt that both girls were enjoying teasing him as one pulled the panties up his legs and the other fitted the bra onto him. Cleo clipped the suspender belt into place around his waist and Charlotte rolled navy blue stockings up his legs and fastened them to the belt.

Standing there almost helpless as the girls touched and teased him, the inevitable happened and Billy's cock began to swell and push out the silk panties. Cleo noticed first and gave him a squeeze through his panties.

"Cleo!" Charlotte said in an exasperated tone of voice, "I've already warned you once, keep your hands to yourself"

"But she's so pretty now" Cleo said and gave Billy one more squeeze.

"Come on let's get going and have some lunch as well" continued Charlotte ignoring Cleo as you would a slightly naughty child.

"But who's going to pay? I've got no money," said Billy. This was a problem that had been worrying Billy for some time now.

"Don't worry, Billie. Sam's made arrangements and there's no problem. Believe me." Charlotte said firmly.

Billy guessed this meant he wasn't going to get any money to use himself. A good way to keep him there, he thought wryly. It was ironic really, he mused, he'd never really thought about getting away, such was Sam's dominance over his life now.

Cleo and Charlotte eventually chose their outfits whilst Billy sat and watched them both. Charlotte wore a pair of black leather trousers and her trademark white man's shirt and Cleo chose a bright red cotton dress. They took their time choosing something for Billy and in the end they laid out for him a burgundy calf length skirt and matching jacket together with a white blouse. He stepped into a pair of strappy sandals with a small 2" heel and was ready to go.

Chapter 5

They had to take a taxi into the town centre and on the way, Charlotte and Cleo reassured him that he would be OK, but Billy was still terrified that he would be found out.

Cleo said, "Look, everyone else is too worried about themselves to pay too much attention to you. Mark my words."

"The only thing is don't say too much, your voice will be a giveaway until we've worked on that a bit. But above all, act confident. It puts people on the back foot and they don't start noticing the little things." added Charlotte with a voice of experience.

They had lunch together in a small wine bar somewhere in the city centre. It wasn't too crowded and Billy guessed they had chosen it to let him get used to being dressed. Billy did begin to feel more relaxed as the lunch went on. A couple of glasses of wine helped him to settle down, and he even began to enjoy himself a little.

The rest of the afternoon they spent shopping. Billy had never really understood how girls could put so much energy into going shopping. Cleo and Charlotte careered from shop to shop the length of Prince's Street, picking out clothes for themselves and Billy at an outrageous pace. Billy stayed mostly in the background, still unsure of himself in such temples of femininity. The two girls would hold up clothes against him for colour and fit. Billy felt they were two small girls dressing their favourite doll.

Only in one place did Billy get discovered. They had collected so many bags of lingerie, dresses and blouses, makeup and accessories that they were staggering under the weight of all the bags.

"Shoes!" shouted Cleo, suddenly. "We've forgotten shoes."

Billy groaned. He didn't think he could stand another shop.

"Do we have to?" he complained.

"Yes, darling, shoes are a girl's crowning glory. You can't wear those sandals forever."

"Why not? They're really comfortable"

"Oh shut up, you'll love it. Come on"

They found an exclusive shoe shop close by and burst in with all their bags, laughing and giggling. The sales girl was young and very pretty.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh yes, you could indeed," purred Cleo. Billy noticed Charlotte kick her leg.

"We'd like to see some shoes for my friend here," Charlotte gestured in Billy's direction.

"Did you have any styles in mind?"

"Well, we need to see some formal styles, some boots and something casual, mules I think would do well" replied Charlotte.

"What size are you?"

There was an awkward silence as Billy realised he didn't have a clue what women's shoe size he would be. Cleo came to the rescue.

"Why don't you measure her to make sure we get the right size."

Billy could see the assistant glancing curiously at them all, trying to work out what was going on. She came back with the foot measure.

"Could you slip your sandals off please?"

Billy bent over and with difficulty undid the straps with his long nails. He removed both shoes and placed his feet on the measuring board. The girl made him stand up, and she carefully measured his feet. As she finished, she stood and looked Billy straight in the eye. They held eye contact for only a fraction of a second, but long enough for Billy to realise she knew who, or rather what, he was.

He sat down heavily, expecting her to say something, but she only smiled and said sweetly, Ah a size eight medium width fitting, is there anything you've seen that you like?"

"Oh yes, one thing in particular" Cleo butted in.

"Cleo, shut up!" ordered Charlotte.

"I meant some shoes" the girl spoke to Cleo but kept her eyes fixed on Billy's face and eyes.

"I didn't" muttered Cleo, low enough so that only Billy heard.

Charlotte looked from the girl to Billy and back again, a look of concern on her face.

"Yes, I think I'd like to try those on first," Billy said in a hesitant voice, pointing to a pair of strappy wedge shoes with a one inch thick sole and clunky 4" heel on a nearby display. Charlotte released the breath she had been holding in a low whistle as the girl went to fetch the shoes.

"I think you've made a new friend, Billie" Charlotte said under her breath to Billy. "Be careful or you'll make Cleo very jealous"

Billy smiled, suddenly feeling at ease with himself and his new situation. The girl returned with armloads of boxes, and put them down at Billy's feet.

"My name's Lucy, by the way. What's yours?"

"Billie"

"That's a nice name, I know a boy called Billy too" said Lucy.

"Oh, I suppose if I'd been a boy, mine might have been Bill too. My dad did always want a son."

Billy nearly laughed as he saw Cleo's mouth drop open at this exchange.

"Oh well, I guess we can't all be who we want," said Lucy.

She knelt at Billy's feet to begin fitting the shoes. She held a shoe in one hand and used the other to help Billy slip his foot into the shoe. The touch of her fingers on Billy's ankle made him shiver with delight. He didn't know for certain but Lucy seemed to be touching his feet and ankles a little more than was strictly necessary to fit the shoes. She stroked his ankle as she did up the strap on the shoe and looked up at him and said , "how does that feel, Billie?"

"That feels lovely Lucy" breathed Billy, as he returned from walking up and down the shop. The extra height causing Billie some problems.

"Do you want to try something else?"

"Yes, I'd like to do that again, please," Billy was now enjoying this enormously.

"Maybe we can try some boots on next" suggested Lucy with a smile playing round her lips.

Lucy produced from one of the boxes a pair of beautiful calf length leather high heeled boots and again knelt in front of Billy. She removed the shoes and again her fingers dwelt on his feet and ankles. She took a boot and gently slid it onto his foot and up his calf. Her fingers caressed his lower leg through the nylon of his stocking and as she slowly drew up the zip Lucy moved aside the hem of Billy's skirt. She then looked him in the eye and smiled at him as her fingers brushed against the back of his knee. Billy found himself growing hard as Lucy repeated the action with the other boot.

"Try walking in them, Billie," Lucy suggested.

"Oh no, they're fine" Billy knew he couldn't stand up at that moment.

"Come on Billie," Cleo joined in, "Let's see you up"

Billy blushed furiously at this and glared at Cleo who just smiled sweetly back.

"Ok Lucy we'll take them as Billie seems to like them" Charlotte came to the rescue again. "and we'll quickly look at some others please Lucy"

Billy tried on several other styles and eventually they bought a half dozen pairs. As they left the shop Charlotte said "Thank you Lucy, you've been very sweet."

"It's been my pleasure," she replied looking straight at Billy.

As Billy passed her she bent her head towards him and kissed him quickly on the cheek, "I think you look beautiful, Billie" she whispered.

It wasn't until he got back to the flat and unpacked the shoes that he found a slip of paper with a handwritten message with a telephone number: "Billie if you ever need a friend, call me. Love Lucy"

Chapter 6

A few nights later, Billy had gone to bed early complaining of a splitting headache, but had found it hard to get to sleep. He finally decided to take a painkiller and headed off to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Billy was on the way back when he heard the giggling coming from the living room. He was almost past the door when he noticed it was still open. He was about to close the door and go back to his room when he clearly heard Cleo's voice.

"Charlie, shh, you'll wake Billie"

"Oh don't worry, she's fast asleep now."

Billy's ears pricked at the sound of his name and he stopped dead. He stood behind the door and wondered what more he might hear.

"Cleo, shut up and kiss me again" Charlotte's voice was unmistakable.

Billy had long suspected they were lovers, but it was still a shock to realise it was true.

"Not unless you promise to let me have first go at Billie." Billy almost choked as he heard Cleo say this.

"No way, Cleo, Sam'd have your guts if you did that. You know how she feels about Billie. Besides there's only one thing Billie's got that I haven't, remember?"

Cleo laughed; a big, throaty laugh full of the promise of things to come.

"Yea, I remember. There was a time though...."

The sentence wasn't finished and Billy risked looking through the gap in the door to see what was going on. His eyes widened, and he had to stifle a gasp at what he saw. He could see one end of the sofa lit by the flickering TV and the candles that Charlotte always had alight in the evening. He could just see the top half of Charlotte lying full out on the sofa, her shirt unbuttoned revealing her breasts with her nipples firm and aroused. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open in obvious ecstasy. Billy moved his head slightly to see what was causing her to look like this.

He saw that Charlotte's jeans and knickers had been pushed down her thighs and there, right between her thighs with her head bobbing vigorously was Cleo's unmistakable blonde hair. Billy was now riveted to the spot. He could hear Charlotte moaning as Cleo moved a hand up to fondle a breast as she continued to lap in between Charlotte's thighs.

"Oohhh yes, yes Cleo deeper, deeper" he heard Charlotte whisper and saw Cleo briefly stop and look up at Charlotte, her lips and chin glistening in the pale light. Billy felt himself growing hard with excitement and he began to stroke his stiffening member through the cool silk of the nightdress he was wearing. His breathing began to quicken as he watched Charlotte writhing under the influence of Cleo's tongue.

"Please Cleo, now I want you now" Charlotte's voice was hoarse with desire. Cleo still had on her white jeans and a tight white T-shirt and she stood up from the sofa and quickly pulled the shirt off to reveal her lace encased breasts. She had turned so that her back was to Billy's line of sight. Charlotte was now watching Cleo intently, and had put her hands behind her head as Cleo began to slide her jeans down her thighs. Billy could see the curves of Cleo's gorgeous body reflecting the light from the TV.

Cleo kicked off the jeans and paused briefly and Billy saw the desire in Charlotte's eyes as she waited for the strip tease to finish. Cleo hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties and eased them down her thighs and down her legs. As the panties fell to the floor Billy was still watching Charlotte's face and saw her lick her lips as Cleo stepped out of the panties. Cleo turned slightly and paused briefly as she looked down on Charlotte. Billy followed Charlotte's eyes as she looked at Cleo and there, protruding rigidly from Cleo's groin was a smooth and erect 6" cock.

Billy jumped back in surprise and lay back against the wall. It couldn't have been. It must have been a trick of the light, surely. He edged back to the door and looked once more into the room. Cleo was now lying fully on top of Charlotte, her hips pumping backwards and forwards. Charlotte's legs were wrapped around Cleo's waist and she was grinding her hips in time with Cleo's thrusts. Charlotte was beginning to grunt and groan as Cleo continued her assault on top of the bigger girl.

"Oohh, Cleo, baby, more, more" Charlotte demanded from Cleo.

Cleo pounded her harder and harder and Cleo was obviously close to the edge.

"OOOOOOOhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming now, fuck me, fuck me now"

"Yes, yes, me toooooooo" Cleo spoke for the first time.

The two girls convulsed together but Cleo kept driving into Charlotte for a few extra seconds until she was spent and collapsed on top of her. Billy stood there and realised he had not taken a breath for what seemed an age. He watched as Cleo moved off Charlotte and Billy's eyes widened as he saw that he hadn't been wrong. Cleo kneeled over Charlotte and her hips towards Charlotte's mouth. He watched as Charlotte opened her lips and began to lick the muscular cock that still sprouted from Cleo's groin. Charlotte's lips closed around the still rigid pole and she used her tongue to clean Cleo's cock.

Billy at last broke away from the scene and his mind reeled as he stumbled back to his room. Billy had heard about she-males, but never for a moment had he guessed about Cleo. He realised though that all the time Cleo was with him he had never seen her without her jeans or trousers. But she was so soft and feminine. How could he have guessed? Back in his room he lay in bed and closed his eyes, but the scene he had witnessed was carved into his memory. He could not rid himself of that vivid picture of Cleo standing over Charlotte, her cock glistening like wet steel in the light. When sleep finally came, Billy had only one dream; he was the one on the sofa as Cleo slowly pushed her cock towards his lips.....

Chapter 7

Charlotte and Billy settled into a steady routine over the next few weeks. They would set aside time each day for Charlotte to coach Billy in the skills he would need as a woman. Charlotte was a patient and skilled teacher, and Billy became a more and more eager pupil as the days wore on. Billy had never realised just how different women looked, behaved and reacted. They practised everything from makeup to sitting; from walking to eating until Billy was beginning to forget what it was like as a man.

Every night Billy and Sam would chat online in a succession of chat rooms. Sam insisted they change the rooms in case someone was trying to find them. Billy missed Sam badly and Charlotte realised that Billy needed some rest and relaxation.

"Billie. I'm bored tonight. Let's go for a drink somewhere." announced Charlotte one night.

Billy hesitated before answering. They had been out together during the day many times now over the past few weeks, but this would be the first time out at night. Billy thought, why not?

"Ok, but somewhere quiet, alright? "said Billy. "I don't think I could handle somewhere crowded."

"Yes, of course," said Charlotte with a smile that Billy didn't quite catch.

They got changed quickly. Billy was now quite skilled at putting on his clothes and makeup and within a few minutes both were ready to hit the town. The taxi dropped them outside a place in one of the streets beneath the castle called the Black Bull. As Billy got out of the taxi he saw there were a lot of people milling about.

"I said somewhere quiet," he hissed through his painted lips at Charlotte.

"Oh don't get so worried, Billie. Chill out will you, it'll be alright" she retorted.

Charlotte took Billy by the hand and pulled him into the pub. It was packed with people out for a good evening after work. It was noisy and hot and full of life. Charlotte dragged him further into the pub, pushing past people to get to the bar. Billy flinched as someone bumped into him from the side. "Sorry," said a tall man in a dark business suit, and turned away again. Billy felt more confident now that it seemed he was being ignored.

Charlotte had made her way to the bar and was ordering white wine spritzers for them. Billy suddenly felt he was being observed and turned round quickly. A fair-haired guy was looking straight at him. The guy smiled, raised his glass and winked broadly. Billy felt himself blush and turned his head away. He thought he could hear the fair haired man laugh.

"MMmmm checking out the boys, then?" said Charlotte, who had returned with their drinks.

"No!" said Billy, "he was looking at me."

"Get used to it, Billie. He won't be the only one. You're looking hot tonight."

Billy felt flustered at this. He didn't want that kind of attention but he was flattered at Charlotte's words.

"Hey, look there's some seats at that table," she said, and made a dive for a table where people were leaving. Charlotte got to the table just as a man's hand grabbed the back of one of the chairs.

"Ours, I think," said the man.

"Oh no, I think we got here first" claimed Charlotte.

"Tell you what" he said, "Let's share. There should be enough room for the four of us."

A second figure appeared behind the first.

"OK, that's cool."

Billy tried to attract Charlotte's attention. This was too much.

"I'm Charlotte, I mean Charlie, and this is Billie." Charlotte sat down and pulled Billy down beside her.

"Hi, I'm Gus and this is David" the first guy responded. Gus sat next to Charlotte and David plonked himself down beside Billy. Gus and Charlotte started to natter away immediately.

"Hi, Billie. This is a great place isn't it," said David.

Billy was terrified. He had never been this close to a man before when dressed, and he was convinced he was going to get discovered. Billy imagined the scene. There would be shouts of outrage and peals of cruel laughter as Billy would be humiliated, his face in his hands as he had to run through the taunting crowd to the door.

He couldn't bring himself to even look straight at David. He had to get Charlotte's attention so they could leave now. As usual, he didn't have any money so he couldn't even just get up and leave.

Billy realised with mounting alarm that David was deliberately edging closer to him on the bench seat. Charlotte seemed totally engrossed with Gus, apparently hanging on his every word and paying no attention to Billy and David. Billy tried to slide further up the seat but as he was next to the wall he found he was trapped. He felt David's leg brush against his thigh under the table and almost jumped with shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry," said David, a grin playing across his face "I hope I didn't startle you."

"Oh, no. It's ok, really," mumbled Billy, his accent giving away his London origins and his eyes desperate to catch Charlotte's attention.

"What brings you to Edinburgh, Billie?" David spoke softly and gently with a burr that even in Billy's confused state he found attractive.

"I'm working up here. I'm a freelance computer programmer. I'm doing some work for a design company up here." Billy stuck to the cover story that Charlotte and he had agreed.

"Do you like it here then?" asked David.

"Mmmm yes, I do. A lot, especially the people" Billy replied.

For the first time the feelings of panic began to subside. He was still trembling inside, but the outright fear was being replaced by a nervous tension, heightened by David's proximity. Billy looked at David properly for the first time and was struck by his piercing blue eyes. They seemed to see straight through him.

"Did you expect us all to be dressed as Braveheart and painted like Mel Gibson?" laughed David.

"Oh, no, it's just that everyone has been so warm and welcoming. I didn't know what to expect. It's my first time in Scotland."

"Well, I'm glad that you made it all the way up here, Billie. Welcome to Edinburgh. Cheers"

David raised his glass and Billy picked up his own glass and took a small sip. Billy noticed the mark his lipstick left on the glass.

"Thank you, David. What do you do?"

"Oh, me? I'm training to be a vet. I'm at college here, the Royal Dick Veterinary College."

"The what?" spluttered Billy.

"It's true, Billie, it's called the Royal Dick. Always gets a laugh though."

"That must be fascinating." Billy was relaxing now as David didn't appear to be encroaching any closer and didn't seem to notice anything odd about him.

"I don't know about fascinating. It's hard bloody work, dirty, smelly and dangerous sometimes".

"Dangerous?" asked Billy, thinking about cats and dogs and rabbits. These were the only animals he'd ever come across in London.

"Well if you've ever stood behind a horse while he's being gelded, then you'd think it was dangerous too," David smiled. "Usually they are well sedated but just sometimes they let us know what they think."

"Is it painful?" asked Billy wincing at the thought of losing his own testicles.

"No we use pain relief and the animal doesn't feel like he has been kicked by a horse afterwards," said David.

Billy laughed out loud at his own ignorance and David joined in too. Their laughter finally attracted Charlotte and Gus's attention.

"You two are getting on very well" Charlotte observed with a sly wink in Billy's direction.

"Oh yes, we are" David replied, "I'm just getting Billie acquainted with the facts of a vets sordid life."

"What do you two girls want to do next?" asked Gus.

Charlotte jumped straight in before Billy could say anything "Let's go dancing."

Billy nearly suffered a seizure. "Charlie, do you think that's a good idea?" he managed to squeak.

"Oh yes, come on Billie, you'll love It." shouted Charlotte as she and Gus headed out the door. Billy cursed to himself and thought, "I bloody doubt it"

David grabbed Billy's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, don't be such a party pooper!"

Despite his misgivings Billy felt himself flattered to be the subject of David's attention and allowed himself to be persuaded to go along with it. "Besides, I can always bail out if I need to" he thought.

David held onto Billy's hand as they left the pub. Billy felt strangely comfortable in David's grasp. His masculinity blotted out Billy's last vestiges of male pride as he found himself succumbing to David's charm. He was being treated as a woman and Billy was finding out just how good that felt. Charlotte appeared to be leading the way as they strolled through the late night streets. Billy shivered in the cold autumn air and David put his arm around Billy's shoulders. Billy could hear his heels click over the surface of the cobbled streets as they headed down the Royal Mile.

"Is that better?" asked David.

"MMmm yes thank you, David" Billy snuggled into David's shoulder. There was nothing wrong with that, was there? He thought to himself.

Suddenly Billy found himself slipping, those heels and damp cobbles were treacherous and only David's strong arms kept him from falling in a heap. As it was both Charlotte and Gus both laughed at his misfortune.

"Saved you," said David.

"Thanks," said Billy, "I don't think wearing heels on cobbled streets is very sensible is it?"

"I am glad though it gave me a chance to help a maiden in distress," said David.

They found a disco called the Mercado just behind the railway station where the music was loud and non-stop.

Gus and David bought a round of drinks and they stood in the bar area watching the mainly female dancers. Conversation was impossible in the noise except by shouting. Charlotte suddenly pulled Gus onto the dance floor and David and Billy stood there a little awkwardly. As if making a sudden decision, David grabbed Billy by the hand and pulled him out into the milling throng of dancers. Dancing wasn't really possible, to Billy's enormous relief, on the crowded floor and all they could do was move with the rest of the dancers. David suddenly moved closer and before Billy could do anything David was kissing him. Taken totally by surprise Billy could do nothing to stop him. David's arms came round Billy's waist to hold him still and Billy at first tried to pull away, but David's grip was too strong. Billy couldn't believe this was happening. Right there on the dance floor, a man was kissing him! David's tongue was now pressing its way into Billy's mouth and before he realised it Billy found himself kissing back. It seemed so natural to respond to David, and Billy's tongue began to flirt with David's as he closed his eyes and put his arms around David's back to hold him tight.

David broke off and smiled into Billy's face. "I hoped you wouldn't mind and I think I was proved right."

For an answer, Billy put his hands behind David's head and pulled him down to his lips again. This time there was no hesitancy and Billy just melted into David's arms. Billy could now feel how different it was to kiss a man. The taste, the aggression, the strength was oh so different from kissing a girl. Billy's thoughts were interrupted as he felt something hard press against his groin. Confused, it took Billy a few seconds to realise that David was getting very excited by what was happening, and that it was David's swelling cock that was pushing so energetically against him

Billy thought "Whoa, too far, too quick" and dragged David back to the bar. Charlotte and Gus joined them a few minutes later and Charlotte mouthed to Billy, "Let's go ..somewhere quieter"

Billy nodded and the four of them pushed their way to the door of the club. They stood outside, unsure of which way to go. David put his arm around Billy's shoulder and hugged him close. Billy felt as happy as he had ever done. Charlotte whispered to Billy, "Nice move, girl"

Billy started to open his mouth to protest, but at that instant a car screeched to a stop just beside them. Billy turned to look and found himself grabbed by someone from behind who clamped a hand across his mouth. Astonished, Billy watched as two men started to punch Gus and David as Charlotte stood frozen, her hands to her mouth in a silent scream. Billy was pushed and dragged into the car and a foul smelling pad was held across his mouth and nose. The last thing Billy remembered was the sound of tyres screeching as the car rushed into the night.

Chapter 8

Billie came round very slowly. He knew he was trying hard to wake up, but it was nice to keep slipping back into the warm security of sleep. Gradually it became easier to resist the temptation to go back to sleep and the brief moments of consciousness grew longer and longer. He had been having a strange dream. Men in white clothes and masks, haloed with a bright white light, stood over him. Billie wondered if they were angels. No, he thought, angels are girls with wings. One time he thought he saw a girl he thought he knew, waving to him to join her.

Light began to prick at his eyelids and he considered opening his eyes, but thought "I can do that later, there's no rush". Sounds started to penetrate slowly into his head. What was that noise? Was it rushing water? No, it was cars, that was it. The sound of traffic coming from a long way off. Now it was becoming easier to stay half awake than to go back to sleep. Billie felt warm and comfortable; he was in his bed at home in his flat. It was probably Sunday, and he'd had a skinful on Saturday night at the pub. That's right. It would be all right now to open his eyes.

He tried opening his eyes, but the light was too bright and he had to close them again. "I must have left the bedroom light on when I came in," he thought, "must have been a good night then." He felt an itch on his chest and moved his hand up to scratch it. Ouch! That hurt! His fingernails must need cutting badly. It took a few seconds for his mind to register that wasn't the only thing that seemed odd. Where he'd scratched himself there seemed to be a lot of fat. That can't be, he thought, I haven't put on weight since I was at school.

It was at that point that he realised something was terribly wrong here. He forced open his eyes and saw a pretty flowered wallpaper and dressing table. This wasn't his flat. Where was he? He turned over in the bed and was startled to feel something heavy move on his chest. What the hell was that? He was getting scared now. What was going on? He was lying under a duvet and he slowly lifted it and raised his head to see what had moved on his chest. He looked down and was puzzled to see two quivering flattened mounds of flesh on his chest. What on earth...? He stared at them and quite suddenly realised they were breasts. And they were his! He closed his eyes and shook his head to clear the last of the fogginess that was in his head. Of course, this was still part of his dream. When he opened his eyes they would be gone and he'd be back in his flat.

But what if this wasn't a dream? What if they really were there? No, that couldn't be. It was too stupid. He steeled himself and opened his eyes again. Oh, shit, they were still there. What was he going to do? He shut his eyes hurriedly. In a reflex action he put his hand down to hold his penis. Something he had done his whole life to make him feel secure when he felt threatened. He felt his hand move and ...nothing. There was nothing but smoothness where his penis should be. Billie raised the duvet higher and moved his head to look down and saw nothing, just some folds of skin where his manhood should be. He screamed, and screamed again and again and again before he fainted.

He woke again slowly. But this time he knew he was in trouble. He opened his eyes and he saw a what looked like a male nurse sitting reading a paperback book on a chair by the bed.

"Where am I? What's happened?" Billie asked. He was startled to hear his voice. Well, he presumed it must be his voice, because it said the words he wanted, but it sounded odd. High and fluted, like a girl's voice.

The man didn't answer but got up and pressed a button on the wall next to the bed.

"Have I been in an accident? Am I in hospital?" Billie asked his voice rising in pitch.

The man merely stood there and watched Billie with no expression on his face. Billie tried to move his hands, but found that his wrists were now bound with leather straps which were secured to guard rails on the side of the bed. He could move his hands about a foot but that was it.

"What's going on? Please tell me."

There was no reaction from the man and Billie slumped back against the bed. He now began to remember what had happened. The attempt to kill him, Sam, Edinburgh and Charlotte, and his abduction all flooded back into his memory and he began to sob noisily.

"That won't help you at all."

The woman's voice came from the other side of the room and Billie turned to face her. He saw a tall elegant woman with long legs wearing a pair of elegant heels, about his height he guessed. She obviously had long red hair because it was piled onto the top of her head and wearing a pair of large fashionable rimless glasses. Wearing a Doctor's white coat she stood with her arms supporting her ample chest studying Billie's face.

Chapter 9

"Who are you? Where am I? What have you done to me? What's going on?"

The woman nodded once to the man. Billie felt the man put a strap over his head and then jerk it tight. Billie felt something round and hard force its way into his mouth. It tasted of rubber and kept his jaw locked open.

"Don't worry, it's only a ball gag. If you behave yourself I'll have it removed soon. But if you don't, I'll leave it there. Your choice, Billie. Just nod your head if you're going to behave."

Billie nodded.

"Good boy. I'm sorry for the straps but I thought it was necessary after your little virtuoso performance earlier on. Again, if you behave yourself, then I'll relent."

Billie nodded again, without being asked.

"That's very good Billie. Now I'll try to answer your questions. Firstly, you're in the Carter Clinic. You do remember the Carter Clinic don't you Billie? You should do. You broke into our computer system and stole a lot of files that weren't yours. It has put me to a lot of trouble."

Billie's eyes widened as he took this in. "Oh, shit " he thought "I'm in deep doo-doo"

"Yes I can see you remember, Billie. By the way, that was a very nice bit of work on our system. I had to punish the programmer who wrote it. I hope you don't meet him, because he might carry a grudge Billie. Now you might think that I carry a grudge for what you did to me. Well you'd be half right, Billie."

Billie guessed rightly that it was this woman that had tried to kill him at the tube station.

"You see, after your miraculous escape under the wheels of that train that day, I was really angry. But the way things have panned out, I have had the pleasure of not getting mad, but getting even. Even with you, Billie and that little Anglo-Chinese bitch who has led you astray and says she is so fond of you."

The thought of Sam made Billie's heart almost stop.

"Yes, I know all about you and Sam. It's why keeping you alive here makes the revenge taste so much sweeter. I'll tell you about Sam in a little while, but first let's get back to you. When we eventually caught up with you in Edinburgh, you seemed to be making such a good job of pretending to be a woman that I thought I should give you a little help. Only it's a kind of non- reversible help."

Billie suddenly realised what she was talking about and his eyes opened even wider in shock.

"MMmm, yes, I think you've guessed it Billie. I have made you into a real woman. You seemed to be getting quite good at it but you could only go so far, so to speak." The woman leered at this remark. "Now, you can go all the way"

Billie thought he was going to die. His heart was hammering and the blood was rushing in his ears.

"I'm very proud at what we've done for you Billie. Sexual reassignment surgery is normally an expensive and lengthy process. All those Doctors you have to convince that you're ready for the procedure. Their insistence that you live as a woman full time for as long as it suits them. You've been fast- tracked Billie. You have had the works. We've given you implants to so you've now got 38" breasts that no-one could tell weren't natural, shaved your Adam's apple, altered your vocal cords and reshaped your waist and buttocks to give you a figure a Hollywood actress would fuck her brains out for. We've made your ears smaller and taken a bit off your chin. We've given you collagen injections for your lips, shot you full of powerful female hormones and, of course, we've given you a beautiful tight vagina instead of that little thing you were so concerned about. You should be grateful. It's taken a while. You may not realise it but it's been three months since you arrived here. We've kept you going on a little cocktail of drugs to keep you under most of the time."

Billie felt the rage boil within him.

"I guess it's our payback time Billie. You put me to a lot of trouble and expense and I can see a way to get some of that back. I presume Sam told you what goes on here? Well, you're now going to be one of our assets Billie. Your presence here will boost our annual turnover by a steady six figure sum each year."

Billie wanted to scream so badly that he thought he would faint again.

"We cater for a wide variety of tastes here Billie, and what you have become is a very bankable attraction to a lot of men, and even some women, who demand their recreation with discretion and are really prepared to pay for it. If you're patriotic, Billie we've even done some work for the Secret Service. Now, you may say, why should you? What's in it for you?"

Billie had been thinking that very thought.

"I just want you to consider the alternatives. Not only would you end up as one of those Jane Doe corpses floating down the Thames and fished out by the river police, but I would also take my frustration out on that little tart Sam, and both her transsexual friends, Charlotte and Cleo."

Billie was now crying, tears running down his cheeks and he was sobbing silently behind the gag.

"You see I've done a deal with your Sam. For some reason she likes you a lot. Once she knew I had you, she offered me a solution. She would give me the files back if I kept you alive. She even wanted you back straight away but that wasn't enough for me. I want you both to pay. You in here, and her out there."

Billie's heart was close to breaking now.

"It's not all doom and gloom Billie. If you cooperate with me then I guarantee you will be out of here in two years. By that time if the little tart still wants you, you can go back to her. In the meantime, of course, you'll have to work for your living. But it won't be too awful; I've got a whole stable of men and a couple of women who will be your clients. You won't be able to leave here, but the accommodation is very luxurious and you won't want for anything. You will understand that you won't be able to go outside but we have a gym and swimming pool here in the clinic so you'll be able to keep my asset from depreciating too quickly. My advice would be to get your head down, no pun intended, and forget about Sam. Make no mistake you will have no choice in the matter."

Billie fell back onto the bed, tears still streaming down his face and stared at a tiny crack in the ceiling.

"One last thing about Sam. Did she ever explain why she got you to hack, is that the horrid little word you use, into my computer?"

Billie shook his head.

"Thought not. Well she was once my partner in business and pleasure, you might say."

Billie turned his head away. He didn't want to hear any more.

"Yes, what's more she even started out like you. I found her in Bangkok, touting for business in one of the ladyboy bars. She had something else about her even then and I cleaned her up and brought her back to England as my lover. I did the surgery on her myself, as I did on you. You see I'm a surgeon as well as a, let's call it a businesswoman."

Billie closed his eyes tight and tried to blot out that voice.

"She's clever you see. I didn't realise just how clever though. We eventually went into this business together. Corporate entertaining she used to call it. Had a natural flair for manipulating people for her own ends. Then one day she announces she's had enough and leaves. That's how she repaid me for making her what she is."

Billie didn't care. He just wanted Sam. To hold her and to kiss her. He knew at that moment that he would do whatever it took to be back with her.

"It was that cow Charlotte that did it. Sam found her in some gay club in London and brought her into the Clinic. Please do the operation. She'll be a real asset to us." Her lip curled at this point.

Billie opened his eyes at this revelation.

"Oh, so you didn't know about Charlotte, either? Well, I suppose she wouldn't want to tell you about her lovers would she?"

Billie was still and listening hard.

"Yes, all the time Sam was sweet talking me to do the operation they were having an affair behind my back. And then they decide to set up together in their own seedy little back street club. Well that's gone up in smoke now. I wonder how they'll manage now. Oh, yes, the files. Why did Sam want them? She wanted to do some freelancing, that's why. She says she's owed it, for setting up the operation here. Well, the little bitch is finally getting what she's owed for running out on me. She's clever, but she's weak. She's even let you get to her."

Billie at least knew that Sam and Charlotte were OK, if this woman was talking like this.

"I think that's enough for now. Are you going to co-operate, Billie?"

Billie nodded.

"Good, when I'm gone he'll take off the gag and untie you. Any more scenes though and he'll be back with them. Don't even think about running away, by the way. You won't get 50 yards. Discretion needs security. Don't displease me, Billie, you'll regret it. But if you're good, you and I might become friends."

Saying this she bent down and stroked Billie's rosy cheek with her fingers. Billie thought, "In your dreams, you cow." The woman turned and disappeared out the door. Billie felt drained from what he'd gone through and heard and he could only lay back on the bed. Without a word the man removed the gag and the wrist straps and followed the woman through the door.

Chapter 10

Left to himself, Billie began to realise the enormity of what had happened. What the hell was he going he going to do? First, he needed to see what they had done to him. He swung his legs out of the bed and tried to stand upright. He was wearing a satin nightdress and for the first time he could feel the weight of his breasts pulling him forward. Even the breast forms he used didn't prepare him for that weight.

He looked down and saw that his breasts were perfectly proportioned and stuck out from his chest in a most provocative manner. He moved his body and they moved in sympathy. They were part of him now. Part of his being, he now possessed 38DD breasts. He realised his hair had grown longer and it was down past his shoulders. He pushed the hair back behind his now much smaller ears and immediately touched several extra piercings in his ears. He counted at least six in each ear. He looked at his hand and couldn't believe what he saw. His nails were bright red and at least an inch long.

It was obviously a bedroom and an en-suite bathroom, but it was large and expensively furnished with what looked like antique furniture. The bed was large and made from heavy, dark wood. There was a huge wardrobe and dressing table hewn from the same dark wood and a chaise longue along one wall. A rolltop desk was pushed against another wall and heavy curtains were pulled over what Billie guessed was a window. He opened the curtains and peered through a large window that had big, solid looking bars running down the outside. Billie moved over to the bathroom and peered inside. It, too, was large and well appointed. Billie saw that one wall was taken up with a huge full-length mirror and he knew what he must do next. He closed his eyes and walked to the middle of the bathroom and turned to face the mirror.

He opened his eyes and stepped back in shock. He simply could not recognise the figure staring back at him. He closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping he would see himself again in the mirror. He opened his eyes again and nothing had changed. A girl wearing a short white satin nightdress stood before him. Her hair, tousled and unkempt, tumbled down and across her shoulders. Billie recognised his face, but it was different; softer, rounder and not so long as he remembered. Pushing out the front of the nightdress were breasts. Billie shuddered, wondering what else the nightdress concealed.

He took a deep breath, took the hem of the nightdress in his hands and pulled it over his head. He stood stock-still and stared hard at what he saw; not even breathing for what seemed an eternity. He exhaled finally, his lungs screaming for air. He saw his altered face on top of the body of a beautifully proportioned girl. A pair of large but firm breasts jutted out from his chest. Billie put his hands up and held them in his hands. He was vaguely surprised to find them so heavy, and as he looked down on them he moved his hands and began to feel a strangely pleasant feeling developing somewhere in his body. He touched each nipple with one of his long fingernails and was startled to see and feel the nipple begin to respond to the touch.

Billie looked further down his body and nearly passed out again when he saw what was obviously a smooth and shaved vagina where his cock and balls should have hung. He couldn't take his eyes of the two lips that protruded slightly and the slit that now sat between his legs. His hand was drawn almost against his will towards it and he felt the shock as his fingers touched the small mounds that surrounded the opening. It felt so strange to him, for his fingers to touch what was now there and for the feeling generated in his groin by his fingers. He pushed the tip of a finger into the slit and found a small growth, which he guessed, must be a clitoris. For a moment he wondered how they had done this and then shuddered as he realised he did not want to know.

His probing fingers were discovering just how sensitive his new attribute was, and he withdrew his finger quickly. He felt he needed to pee and stood in front of the toilet, then realised with horror that he could no longer pee standing up and would have to sit down. His heart sank as it began to dawn on him that nothing would ever be the same again. This was no temporary inconvenience. This was permanent. He was going to be a girl forever. He sat on the toilet and felt his bladder relax and as the stream hit the water he began to cry again.

He eventually stopped and looked again at himself in the mirror. Whatever they had done to him, he thought, it's still me in here. They can't get to that. He knew he would have to cling on to something if he were to survive whatever would happen. Whatever that woman had said about Sam made no difference, Billie needed that vision of Sam to get him through this. That woman didn't deserve Sam, which is why she had walked out with Charlotte. Thinking about Charlie and Sam brought tears to his eyes again. But this time he fought off the tears and determined he was going to survive and do whatever was necessary to get back to Sam.

He examined himself again in the mirror and turned sideways to see his profile. They had done a good job. His body had been softened somehow and he has curves instead of the harder male profile. He cupped his breasts in his hands again and felt a tingle begin to flow through him as he moved his hands gently over them. He ran his hands up and down his new body and tried to remember what his male body had felt like. It was already difficult for him to recall exactly how his old body had felt, and he was now beginning slowly to come to terms with his new one.

Like the rest of us he had always taken his body for granted. Unless you are sick or hurt yourself, your body pretty much does what you tell it when you tell it. You don't think about it a lot, and when you do, it's because you've done something a bit nasty to it. So it was a shock for Billie to have to get to know this new body. It had a lot of things that the old one didn't and now he had to think about how it worked. Instead of getting to know his body gradually, over many years of living with it, Billie was undergoing a crash course in his new female body, without the benefit of a user manual or a FAQ.

He put the nightdress back on and decided to look around a bit more. He noticed a door he hadn't spotted before which led into a small sitting room with a couple of modern sofas and a stereo. There were two doors from this room. One led into a well-equipped kitchen and the other was locked, presumably the way out.

Billie wandered back into the bedroom and opened the big antique wardrobe. He whistled quietly as he saw it was packed with clothes. He ran his hands along the racks and could see skirts, dresses and blouses along one end. Beneath them lay several pairs of shoes, and in the corner a pair of leather thigh boots and next to them a pair of what looked like riding boots. He examined the shoes to find that all were stilettos with frighteningly high heels. He winced as he had never got used to high heels at Charlie's and avoided them when he could. In the middle hung several basques and teddies as well as nightdresses in silks and satin. There was at least one leather basque and a severe looking Victorian style corset mixed in with them.

At the other end of the wardrobe were several more distinctive pieces of clothing. Billie recognised a nurse's uniform, a maid's outfit, a Nazi officers uniform and what looked like a set of leather domination gear. He quite fancied the idea of the nurse's uniform as he had always been attracted to them. Anyway it looked lot more comfortable than the Nazi uniform. He wondered what kind of people would want to get their kicks that way. He suddenly realised he would soon be finding out.

He shivered as it came back to him that he was being kept as some kind of...well, a whore was the only word that came to mind. He sat down on the floor and cried again. Tears were coming easily to him at the moment, and he wondered if that was due to the hormones she had mentioned. He decided to call her Carter; he'd once seen a really violent film with Michael Caine called "Get Carter", and it summed up what he wanted to do to that woman.

He slept after that, a light, troubled sleep and he awoke hungry and still tired. He discovered that the kitchen had been well stocked during the night and he made himself breakfast. He had showered soon after getting up and he was surprised at how long his hair had now become. Cleo's bob had grown out and his hair was now well onto his shoulders and frankly looked like it needed a cut. Billie washed and dried it with a hair drier he found and did the best he could with it.

He found that the large dresser contained an exotic collection of lingerie, most of it beautiful silk and lace. There were some items that he was not even sure how to wear. Billie chose a black lace bra and matching panties together with a pink Christian Dior suit with white piping. As he dressed he began to get more familiar with this strange new female body he had acquired. He was fascinated by the different feelings he was now experiencing. His breasts were so sensitive and his nipples reacted to almost every small touch. He dressed quickly, but then realised he had no idea of what was going to happen next. He put a CD into the stereo so at least he had some distraction from his thoughts.

Chapter 11

He heard a key turn in the lock and Billie immediately felt his apprehension rise. What next? He was pleasantly surprised when an attractive girl walked in.

"Hello, you must be Billie. I'm Monique. I'm going to be your maid." She said with a big smile.

Billie was astounded. "My maid?"

"Oh yes, didn't they tell you? Each of the girls has a maid to look after them. I'll come every morning to get you organised for the day. I'll make sure you have all the right clothes for the day, especially if you have a guest who has some special tastes. I'll do your hair and manicure if that's needed and generally make sure you have everything you need."

Billie sat there dumbstruck. This was something he hadn't expected.

"I'll take away your dirty washing and bring back clean or new things if they get damaged."

Billie didn't like the sound of the last remark.

"I don't do cleaning or cooking though, that's up to you, I'm afraid. But if you leave me a list of what you need for the kitchen I'll get that ordered."

She was in her mid twenties, Billie guessed, and pretty without being startlingly beautiful. She spoke with a slight and attractive French accent.

"Monique, I don't have a clue about what's going to happen"

She paused and looked at him with some compassion.

"No, from what they told me, I guess you don't. I knew it was unusual because I normally look after two girls, but you're my only girl now. Look don't worry, it's going to be OK."

It was meant kindly, but Billie didn't feel reassured.

"Cherie, I will do whatever I can to make you comfortable. If it's any consolation I worked here once. I too was scared and didn't know what to expect, but you get used to it."

"How long?" Billie asked.

"Two years or so" Monique replied. "I got through it"

"I'm so scared, Monique. I don't think I can do this."

"Billie, it's not going to be so bad. I know it's difficult to think so now, but you have to take a strictly business approach. It's a job. Above all don't let your feelings get involved."

"But I don't even know what to do."

She laughed gently. "Oh I bet you'll work it out, Billie. Most of us girls do."

"But I'm not a girl" he wailed.

"You might not have started that way, cherie, but I think you are a girl now."

Billie began to cry again. He hated crying so easily, but he couldn't help it.

"There, there cherie. Please don't cry. I will be your friend. I will help you." She put her arms around Billie and hugged him. Just that simple act of kindness meant so much to him at that moment.

"Thank you, Monique. That would be very sweet of you."

"Ok, cherie, we have to get started. First your hair and your makeup."

Billie had stopped crying and dried his eyes on a tissue that Monique gave him. Monique turned out to be a very competent hairdresser and soon had Billie's hair cut and styled. She kept the hair straight and cut it so that it fell gently onto his shoulders. Billie immediately liked the longer length and the way it moved as he turned his head. Like water ripples, he thought. Monique suggested he keep his makeup regime simple during the day, as he would receive detailed instructions for each of his clients. The mention of clients brought him sharply back to reality.

"What will happen, Monique?" he asked nervously.

"OK, Billie. These are your quarters. Sometimes you will receive guests here, if they prefer a realistic setting. However, there are other rooms where you will see guests. If a guest has a particular preference you will see him, or her, in one of these, how should I say, playrooms."

"What are they?" Billie asked, his eyes widening.

"Oh don't worry, Madame does not permit the violence to her girls. She is very strict on the guests who mistreat the girls. They do not come back again."

Billie was still nervous and Monique sought to reassure him.

"Billie, it is nothing to worry yourself about. For most of our guests it is a game. They like to play out the fantasies they cannot do at home with their wives, or even their mistresses. For the most part they are happy with the game. But, maybe, sometimes one guest may become overexcited and Madame may have to step in."

"What do you mean, overexcited?"

"Oh Billie, I should not have mentioned it. It happens very rarely. You asked about the playrooms. There is a hospital room, and a cell, and a dungeon amongst others."

Billie went pale.

"Do not be concerned, cherie, they are only for games. If anyone gets hurt, it is the guest"

"But I don't know what to do with the guests. I'm not a girl, I don't know what to do."

"Billie, I think the people who ask for you know exactly what you are, and believe me they will not be disappointed in you. Besides, I will always tell you what they like and dislike, how to dress and behave with them. Some will like you to be the little girlie, others will want you to be stern and tell them what to do. It is not difficult, and when you get to the sex, you will soon work out what to do, cherie. Every day, I will make sure you know what they like to drink and smoke, what drugs they like and all this will be provided for them. One big thing, Billie. Madame is very strict on her girls and the drugs. Under no circumstances are you to take the drugs yourself. Even if the guests insist, you must refuse. It is an iron rule. Madame will punish you severely if you do take them."

Billie shivered. He did not want to find out just what that meant.

"Monique, what about the pool and the gym?"

" Ah yes, Madame has instructed that you may use the gym and pool but not with the other girls, unfortunately. It will be just me and you. You will enjoy it"

"The other girls?" Billie was interested in who else worked here.

"There are many girls who work here Billie, but Madame has said you are to be kept separate while you are here."

"More punishment" thought Billie. "Monique, you have been very kind to me and I would like you as my friend. Will you be that, please?"

"Mais oui, Billie. You and I will be good friends."

Billie knew he would need at least one friend.

"Billie, there is one rule here you must follow. Madame insists all the girls to wear stockings at all times. Only if you are wearing one of the special uniforms will you be allowed to break this rule."

Billie shrugged. That was one rule he would find it easy to keep.

"Billie, you have your first guest tonight."

"Who is it?" Billie asked very nervously.

"We never know their names and we must never ask Billie, that is a rule also"

"OK, OK Monique, I don't want to know his name. What's he like?"

"This one I have never met before, he is new. I cannot tell you much. He likes to drink Jack Daniels with ice, which will be provided. He does not want to use a playroom, so you will be seeing him in your apartment."

"What do I do with him, Monique? I've no idea what to do"

"First of all he will be brought to your room and someone will knock on the door, you will open the door and welcome your guest. You must make him feel welcome. You are there to make him feel a God, so you must always follow his lead. One thing I do know is that all men like to be flattered. So at all times you must tell him how good he looks, about how well he makes you feel. There has never been a finer lover than him in all history. All the usual lies women tell men to help us get through our lives."

Monique paused. Billie could see she was reliving scenes from her past. He wondered about the tales that she would be able to tell.

Monique continued, "Some like to talk, others will just want you to fuck them as quickly as possible. By the way, do not accept money from any of them. Madame does not allow."

Billie wondered how many more things there were that Madame does not allow.

"You must never, never show your true feelings, they are Gods remember. Even if they are only the God of the pigsty, eh?" she winked extravagantly as she said this and Billie burst out laughing.

"That is better cherie, laughter is good for you."

"What will I have to wear?" asked Billie?

"Ah, Billie, this one seems to like the mystery. He has asked that you wear a blindfold so that you may not see him. It happens sometimes, famous people do not want to be recognised. We have a hood that covers your eyes and allows you to breathe but not to see."

Billie didn't like the sound of this but there didn't seem to be an alternative. Monique laid out the clothes that he would have to wear with the hood. It was the black leather basque that he had seen earlier together with a pair of sheer black stockings and black stilettos with a 3" heel. Monique helped Billie to dress in the unfamiliar garments and Billie was surprised at how supple and soft the leather basque was. It was cut to accentuate the waist and to leave the breasts exposed. Apart from the stockings the only other item of clothing was a thong cut from the same soft kid leather and it was excruciatingly uncomfortable to wear.

It was the hood that really frightened Billie, however. It looked like a ski mask with a hole cut for the mouth and one for the nose but no holes for the eyes. It was fastened at the neck with a pop stud so it could be taken off quickly if necessary. Monique helped Billie to fasten it but it was possible for one person to put it on with practice. Billie felt really scared as Monique drew it over his head and the light was blotted out. His heart began to pound and his breathing became fast and shallow as panic set in.

"Breathe slowly and deeply, Billie, there is nothing to worry about. You will be OK, trust me. I have worn one like this many times. You will get used to it," said Monique and she squeezed Billie's hand in reassurance.

"Voila," said Monique as she finished. "You are ready. I wish you luck, cherie." She led Billie to the bed and sat him down, kissed him quickly on the lips through the mask and left.

Chapter 12

Billie suddenly felt very alone and frightened. He could see nothing in the mask and it was also difficult to hear as well. He suddenly felt aware of someone in the room.

"Monique, is that you?" he asked very shakily.

"No, it's not Monique." The hood muffled the voice and Billie couldn't tell where the sound had come from.

"Who are you?" asked Billie.

"Stand up," the voice commanded.

Billie pushed himself off the bed and stood up, teetering on the unfamiliarly high stilettos that were hurting his calves.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Billie.

"I will tell you what to do"

Billie nearly fainted with shock as he felt a something brush against his leg. It felt like a gloved hand caressing his thigh. Yes, that was it. A gloved hand, a soft leather glove by the feel of it. The glove continued its journey around his thigh and the man moved behind Billie and the gloved hand moved onto the cheeks of his backside. The hand paused, and one finger slipped between his cheeks and teased the opening it found there. Billie nearly fell over at the shock of the intrusion.

"Stand still," barked the voice.

"I'm trying," sad Billie.

"Shut up. Speak only when I tell you," commanded the voice.

Billie sensed the voice to come from in front of him this time so when the hand touched his breasts he was more prepared. The hand was quickly replaced by a tongue that licked his right nipple first, flicking at it until it grew hard with the stimulation. Lips then descended upon the erect nipple, first sucking and then kissing the nipple. The sensation was extraordinary. Billie was deprived of the sense of sight and this seemed to heighten his sensitivity to touch. He felt his nipple being drawn into the mouth and then teeth clamped painfully down on his nipple.

"OOOwww, that hurt."

"I told you not to speak," said the voice.

"Well don't do that again," said Billie bravely.

"If you speak again without permission it will not be good for you," came the reply.

Billie bit his lip. The lips moved from one nipple to the other until both were aching. Billie felt the hand brush against his thigh once more and drift across his leg to his crotch.

"Take off the thong," the voice commanded. Billie did as he was told, glad to get rid of the uncomfortable item. Standing still again Billie felt a finger still encased in the glove touch his pussy lips and just slide into the slit between his legs. This was the first time he had ever been touched there and the sensation was breathtaking. The finger played there for a moment exploring the opening before withdrawing. Billie was almost panting by this time. The combination of sexual excitement, fear and helplessness generated a potent mixture of physical and emotional mayhem.

"Get down on your knees," the voice was still in front.

Billie slowly lowered himself to his knees and waited anxiously for any further orders. He felt something touch his lips and for a second or two he believed it was the gloved hand. But this was different, this was not a hand or a finger. He realised with stunning clarity as it pushed against his lips again that it was a penis. He jerked his head back, not wanting to let it touch him again. But he felt his head grabbed by two strong hands and pulled forwards towards the waiting penis.

"Open your mouth, you slut!" the voice commanded.

Billie felt the penis being pushed hard against his lips and it was getting harder and harder to keep his mouth closed. He felt his head being jerked forwards, forcing him against the man's cock. Billie could now smell the musky aroma from the erect cock as well as feel it and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to give in.

"Open your mouth, you little bitch," the voice roared.

Billie felt his strength fading and with a whimper he opened his mouth and the cock slid in.

"AAAhhhh," said the voice,"that's better you whore. Now suck"

Billie felt as if he were suffocating as the man's cock filled his mouth. He tried to pull away but the man's strong hands held his head in place and there was no escape. Billie realised he could breathe through his nose and his panic subsided a little. Billie found that after his initial shock it wasn't as awful as he had feared. Billie thought that women did this all the time so it can't be that unpleasant. The man was now sliding his cock in and out of Billie's mouth and to Billie's great surprise he found his tongue beginning to swirl around the tip of the man's cock. Billie had no real idea of what to do, but he tried to remember what Sam had done to him and began to use his tongue more energetically. Billie reached up and held the base of the man's cock as he sucked and caressed the shaft with his mouth.

"Uuunnnnhhh," the man began to moan so Billie guessed he was doing something right.

Billie remembered Sam's trick and raked his fingernails over the man's scrotum and was immediately rewarded with a very unmasculine squeal. The man let go of Billie's head and his cock plopped out of Billie's mouth.

"So you want to play games do you?" the voice was a little more uncertain now, so Billie had scored a point at least.

"Get down on the floor, bitch. On all fours."

Billie fell forward and his hands hit the floor. He heard the man walk behind him and Billie guessed what was to happen next. He felt the man kneel down behind him and with his hands he spread Billie's leg. Billie felt the man's cock brush across his ass and then begin to work its way into his pussy. The man used one hand to steady himself on Billie's backside and the other to guide him into Billie. There was no way Billie could prepare himself for what followed as the man lunged into Billie's virgin pussy. Billie nearly screamed as the cock penetrated deep into him. The man began to thrust harder and harder and Billie was almost in ears with the pain.

Then, suddenly Billie realised that the pain was being replaced with something else. Unbelievably, Billie was beginning to feel pleasure as well as the pain. As the man continued to pump deep into Billie, the stimulation of his clitoris was beginning to send waves of deep and warm desire through Billie. He began to push instinctively back against the thrusts and he felt the man respond, changing his rhythm to match Billie's. Billie couldn't believe how powerful the sensations were that now began to cascade through him. It was as if he could feel every tiny movement magnified a thousand times in intensity.

Billie suddenly felt a powerful heat coming from his groin as the man's cock drove relentlessly in and out of his pussy. The heat began to spread and Billie cold feel it devouring his whole body until with a suddenness that caught him by surprise it exploded into every nerve in his body.

"Arrgghh.," Billie cried as the orgasm crashed around and through him. He had never experienced anything so powerful as this in his male life. The man grunted and Billie could actually feel the cum spurting from the man's cock into his pussy. Billie gasped again as a second wave of ecstasy washed over him. The man jerked twice and then Billie knew he was spent. He felt the man withdraw and Billie dropped to the floor, totally spent by his shattering orgasm.

"Did you enjoy that you little, bitch?" the voice asked.

Billie could hardly believe it as he nodded his head. He had enjoyed it, more than anything else in his whole life to that point.

"Good, now you need to learn one more thing." Even through the hood Billie could hear that the voice had changed. Less masculine, somehow higher, more feminine. Billie felt hands fumbling for the pop stud on the hood. No, this shouldn't be happening. Monique had said not to take the hood off. Something had gone wrong. Was he going to be punished? The light flooded into his eyes as the hood was jerked off his head. He struggled to open his eyes against the light.

"I like to break in the new ones. I'll remember to tell Sam you enjoyed it," the voice was very close to him now and with mounting horror Billie finally recognised the voice.

As he opened his eyes, Billie could see the red hair falling down around Carter's face.

"You!" Billie could not believe his eyes. Carter stood there over him, naked, red hair loose and flowing down over her shoulders and a penis hanging between her legs.

"Yes, it's me, you little whore. Surprised? Don't tell me you're that naïve."

Billie felt the earth opening up beneath him and he began to tumble down and down until the blackness rescued him from that vision.

Chapter 13

Something changed in Billie after that first night. Deep within him now burned a desire not only to survive but also to get even. He was taking Carter's words to his heart and was not going to get angry, but he was going to get through this and he was going to extract his revenge. One day, when Carter would least expect it, retribution would arrive in a way and form that Billie knew he had plenty of time to consider and plan. Vengeance would be his.

From that moment on Billie dedicated himself to getting out of the clinic. He spent many hours with Monique learning the tricks of his new trade. She was a patient teacher and Billie found he was a quick and able pupil. He soon discovered the ways to please his clients with the least possible effort on his part. For the most part his guests seemed satisfied and more and more returned to him.

Then, one night Billie's eyes opened wide as he recognised a new client as the host of one of those daytime TV shock confrontation shows. He remembered watching one of the shows with Charlie in Edinburgh, when this man had invited two transsexuals onto the show with a bunch of rabid homophobes. Charlie had gone ballistic at the time at the cruel and heartless way he had let the audience taunt the two girls. Billie hadn't quite understood why Charlie had got quite so angry, but now, of course, it fell into place. Billie remembered the smug, sanctimonious smile on the host's fake tanned face when he had turned to the camera at the end of the show and moralised about the importance of tolerance.

Now this man was here to be one of Billie's clients. The hypocrisy of it turned Billie's stomach, but maybe there was a way of making him pay a little for what he had done. Billie walked towards him and smiled sweetly, stretched out and put his arms around the man's shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hello lover", Billie began his now familiar patter. "I'm so pleased to see you. Let's go and have some fun" Billie squeezed the man's groin, maybe a little harder than usual, and the man winced.

"Ouch, be careful you bitch, that hurt!"

"Sorry baby, come and let Billie kiss it better" Billie smiled so sweetly, the man softened and Billie led him towards the bedroom.

Billie didn't see it, of course, but the makeup girl on the man's TV show the next day had to earn her money covering up a long red weal that ran down his face. He told her it was from a rose bush in his garden. To the girl it looked just like a fingernail had been dragged down his cheek. Later, the studio crew asked him why he was limping and he told them he had fallen down the stairs.

Billie was punished for this, naturally. He had a beating from one of the thugs for roughing up a client. The thug took great pleasure in the beating and was careful not to mark Billie too much were it would show. Carter also reminded Billie that he was expendable and that she would tolerate no more violence towards her clients. All in all, Billie considered it had been worthwhile.

Once he'd recovered from the beating he resumed his routine. He had a small but regular group of clients and they kept him busy four or five nights a week and sometimes during the day as well. The TV host never came back though. Billie was fascinated by who his clients were. He recognised two or three of them. One was a famous footballer, one a politician and one other he thought he had seen on television. There were two women who asked for him, but only one became a regular client. Billie preferred her to all the rest. Not that the men were violent: quite the reverse really, but Billie looked forwards to the visits from the woman. She was always soft and gentle with Billie and it was so nice to feel the softness and warmth of a girl's body either beneath or on top of him rather than the hard, cold masculine bodies.

Billie quickly became completely detached about his clients. They meant nothing to him and he simply regarded them as a price that he had to pay to be free. He occasionally saw other girls around the place, but the security guards always managed to keep him separated from them. The only other person Billie saw regularly was Monique. Billie looked forwards to her visits as it gave him the chance to talk to somebody else for an hour or two. Monique was kind and seemed to like Billie, but would always clam up if he asked questions about the clinic or the other girls.

Billie had asked for a television and was eventually allowed one, but despite repeated pleas and some hysterics he was not allowed the computer he craved. Between his client's visits, the television, the gym and the pool, he managed to keep himself occupied. There was no escaping the fact though, that he was a prisoner. He was entirely deprived of the ordinary contact that we experience every day with people that keeps us sane. He sometimes felt that he would lose his sanity and he would often cry himself to sleep. But he always woke thought with the thought of getting out of his prison and going back to Sam.

It was after about three months that Carter came to see him one evening.

"Billie, we have a new client for you tonight."

Billie didn't get excited.

"I want you to take special care of him. He could be very valuable to me and I don't want any of your tricks with him. No scratches or violence. Do you understand?"

Billie was intrigued; Carter had always told him when he was going to see a new client, but she had never been this intense before.

"OK, I know what to do," said Billie as if he were disinterested, but was now quite intrigued about who it might be.

Chapter 14

Billie was in the bathroom putting the final touches to his makeup when the knock came on the door and he called, "Come in, I won't be a moment." Billie pursed his lips to make sure the lipstick was perfect. He ran his hands down the silk negligee his instructions had told him to wear and checked his hair one last time. He heard someone open the door and enter the bedroom.

"Hello Billie" the voice was low and soft with a burr that Billie knew he would never forget. He spun round and his mouth dropped open. It was David! Billie began to try to speak but David put his finger to his lips to keep him quiet. Billie couldn't grasp what was going on. What was David doing here? Why was he here? David motioned for Billie to follow him into the bedroom. David closed the door behind them and sat on the edge of the bed. He kept his finger on his lip to signal silence. He moved closer and put his arms around Billie and said very quietly into his ear.

"Don't say anything! They may be recording this, so act as if I'm a client. We're going to get you out of here"

Billie knew the bedroom was bugged but Monique had let slip one day that the microphone in the bathroom wasn't working. Billie dragged David straight into the bathroom and closed the door.

"David, what are you doing here? What's going on?" Billie was still totally confused, his head spinning.

"There's not a lot of time. But I will explain later. We're going to get you out of here."

Billie's heart leapt at those words.

"How? Who's we?"

"Sam and me, with Charlotte helping as well" he replied.

"How is she? Sam, I mean, is she alright?" Billie was still dazed.

"Oh yes, she's fine. Missing you and wants you back safe and sound."

"But like this? Will she want me like this?" Billie gestured to his body.

"Oh. I think so Billie, I think so. You look," David paused, "well, beautiful, Billie."

"Can I get out tonight?" Billie was desperate.

"No, it can't be tonight I'm afraid. It's got to be a night when the boss woman is out."

"Why?" asked Billie.

"Sam's got hold of an old Chinese drug that can make it look as if someone's having a serious heart attack. We want you to take it so that they have to call a doctor. If the woman is here then they'll call her instead of an outside doctor," David explained.

"But they won't call a doctor for me, they'll just leave me," said Billie his excitement fading.

"Not if I'm here when it happens. They think I could be important to them because of my father and so if I'm making a hell of a fuss they'll have to do something. That gives us our chance."

"What about your father? What's he got to do with this? Billie asked completely confused.

David looked embarrassed. "Well my father's actually quite an important man in the government. He doesn't come here", he added hurriedly. "But a couple of his friends apparently know people who do and they introduced me....." His voice trailed off as he realised how silly that sounded. "I don't normally talk about my father to people. It tends to either put them off or make them into toadies."

"I don't care," said Billie, "I'm just glad you came for me." Billie kissed David on the lips. "Thank you"

"I was horrified at what happened in Edinburgh. One minute you were there with me, and the next you had been dragged off and a couple of heavies were attacking Gus and I. Charlie stood there screaming her head off. When we got her calmed down all she would say over and over was that Sam would kill her. We eventually got Charlie to tell the truth and we came down to London to find Sam. I wasn't going to let anyone treat you like that."

Billie's heart began to beat faster and faster and he pulled David closer to him.

"Do you mean they told you the whole truth?" asked Billie.

David moved his head back and looked Billie in the eye. "Oh yes, I can be persuasive when I need to be and I got Charlie and Sam to tell me everything about you."

"And you still wanted to come after me?" Billie asked in bewilderment.

"I really liked you Billie and I felt some responsibility for what happened. I didn't like the idea of what that woman was doing to you."

This time David leant forward and kissed Billie, "besides I didn't get to finish what I started in Edinburgh. I can be very persistent until I get what I want"

Billie's eyes widened in surprise at David's words.

"Do you really mean that?" Billie asked, "even now?"

"Oh yes, I really mean it Billie."

"Then there's only one thing we can do" whispered Billie. David looked puzzled. Billie smiled at David's confusion. "Give them a recording they'll remember."

Billie led David into the bedroom and turned the lights down low. David stood in the middle of the room, uncertain as to what to do. Billie walked over to him and removed his jacket and placed it on a chair. Billie then loosened David's tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Billie pushed aside the shirt to see a broad and muscled torso. Billie began to kiss David's nipples gently and he felt them grow firmer as he used his tongue and teeth to tease those tender little nubs.

David grew more certain if what to do now and brought his arms up around Billie's shoulders to hold him tight. Billie felt so secure wrapped in those strong arms and looked up into David's eyes.

"You sure about this David?" Billie whispered.

As an answer David tilted Billie's chin upwards and kissed him hard on the lips. David's tongue darted into Billie's mouth and began to wrap around Billie's. Billie kissed David back just as hard and they held each other tight. Their tongues entwined, skating from one mouth to another. Billie pulled the shirt from David's trousers and threw it to the floor. Billie ran his hands over David's smooth and well-developed chest, scraping his fingernails along the clear lines of the muscles on his abdomen.

"That tickles," said David, breaking off from the kiss.

"Well we can't have that, can we?" giggled Billie. He slid his hands down to David's trousers and felt David's erection through the cloth. "Let's see if we make you think about something else?"

David laughed, a deep rich sound that melted Billie on the spot. David suddenly bent down and picked Billie up, one arm beneath his knees and the other around his shoulders. Billie squealed in surprise and put his arms around David's neck.

"I know what I'm thinking about," said David as he carried Billie to the bed as easily as you would a child. He lay Billie on the bed and stood there as if making a final decision in his mind.

Billie reached up and took David's hand. "David, will you please make love to me?"

David smiled and nodded. Billie swung his legs to the floor, unbuckled David's belt and pulled down the zip. The trousers fell to the floor and David kicked them off. Billie reached out and with trembling fingers slid down David's white boxer shorts to reveal David's erect penis in all its 8" glory. The head was already glistening in the light and Billie slid his mouth over the tip and his tongue began to swirl around the shaft. David moaned slightly as he watched his cock disappear into Billie's deep red lipsticked mouth. He shuddered as he felt Billie's tongue caress his aching penis in a way no other woman had ever been able to do.

"Oh, Billie, don't stop"

Billie carried on taking David to the brink and then sensing the tension rising from within, easing off to leave David teetering on the brink. This happened three or four times until David could bear it no longer and withdrew his shaft from Billie's mouth. David lifted Billie's legs onto the bed and lay down beside him. Billie felt David's strong hands lift the hem of the nightdress and then trace their way up over his hips to his breasts.

"It will easier if I get rid of this," said Billie and pulled the nightdress over his head.

David's hands returned to his breasts and began to fondle them tenderly. Billie's nipples were now erect from the attention and he desperately wanted David to suck them. Reading his thoughts, David clamped his mouth to Billie's aching nipples and began to suckle them hungrily. Billie could not believe how sensitive they were to David's tongue. He sucked and nipped until Billie was writhing with the sensations that were coming from his breasts. David broke off and began to kiss his way slowly down Billie's body, sliding his tongue into his bellybutton and further down over his belly until he found Billie's pussy.

David parted the outer lips with his fingers and flicked his tongue inside. Billie trembled as he felt David's tongue vibrate rapidly inside his pussy. Of course, none of his clients had performed this service for him, and so this was the first time he was experiencing what a tongue felt like on his new pussy. Billie could feel David's tongue exploring inside lapping and probing gently and then roughly, varying the pressure and intensity to keep Billie twisting and turning with excitement.

The sensation was exquisite for Billie. Waves of pleasure broke over him as David intensified his attack. David finally located Billie's clitoris and as David's tongue touched it, Billie thought he would explode with excitement. He had never felt something like this. He writhed and squirmed in delicious abandon as he surrendered himself to David. Billie began to feel a warmth in his groin and he knew he was close.

"David, David," he murmured, "I need you inside me now!"

David broke off and moved up the bed. He spread Billie's legs wide and paused to look at Billie's wet pussy open before him. Then he slid his cock into the waiting tunnel and thrust hard. Billie was taken by surprise at the force of David's entry and thought he was going to be split in half. David was now pumping hard and Billie recovered to start moving in time with David's rhythm.

"Oohh David, David, that feels so good. Fuck me fuck me forever." Billie shouted.

It felt as if David could go on forever. He was strong and powerful and Billie could feel David's balls slapping against him as he thrust against him. Billie could feel David growing bigger inside him and he knew David was close to his climax.

"Billie. Billie I'm going to cum"

"Yes, yes, yes cum with me, cum with me" screamed Billie as they both shuddered and came together. David continued to move his cock slowly in and out, but Billie could now feel him shrinking and soon they stopped moving and lay together, arms around each other. They savoured the afterglow of their sex and kissed each other softly and tenderly, murmuring to each other as they came down from the high they had given each other. For the very first time Billie had felt what it was like to have a warm and caring masculine body take him as a woman. Billie knew now that this was what he wanted. He had not chosen this path, but now he truly knew this was the way he wanted it to be. He had not been born a woman, but had been made into one and as he lay there with his arms around David, Billie finally felt he had found himself.

Chapter 15

The next days passed in a blur for Billie. The heady scent of freedom was totally intoxicating and Billie could think of nothing else but escape. Clients came and went and Billie barely noticed. Billie did all that was demanded off him as he satisfied each client as they queued at his door. Oral, straight, anal, all his three openings were used and abused repeatedly. In between clients, Monique saw that Billie seemed distracted, but simply thought it was a passing phase. Billie longed to confide in somebody but to tell even Monique would have been fatal. Billie had to bite his lip several times to prevent himself from blurting out something rash.

Another few days passed and after the euphoria of hope inevitably came the despair of doubt. Nothing had happened and Billie began to worry that something had gone wrong. Had David been caught? Had Carter got wind of the plan? He rationalised that if Carter had discovered what was to happen, then Billie would have found out quickly enough. Carter would not have passed up on that chance to make Billie feel even more denigrated.

Billie's mood began to swing from one extreme to another and he realised that he could not keep up this act for much longer. Billie managed to keep the clients happy enough but Monique was beginning to look concerned at Billie's moodiness. The only thought that kept Billie from falling apart completely in the long sleepless hours was the knowledge that there were people who loved him enough to risk everything to rescue him from this servitude.

A week had passed since David's visit and Billie was feeling desperate. Then, late in the evening, after Billie had thought his last client for the day had gone, Monique let herself into the apartment.

"Billie cherie, there is someone else to see you."

"No, no," replied Billie feeling his vagina raw from extended use. "I've seen the last one for tonight. I just can't see anyone else tonight. Tell them to go away I am in pain."

"But Billie, this one is important. Madame has left word that if this one arrives at any time you are to see him straight away."

A small bell began to ring in Billie's mind and he wondered just who this 'important one' might be.

"Who is it, Monique?"

"Ma Cherie, you know we do not know their names, but it is the tall one from last week. The one with the strange accent, from Ecosse."

It must be David. Billie's heart began to pound as he realised that this might be the day of his freedom. Excited as he was, he knew that he must remain calm in front of Monique. Although they had become close, Billie could not afford to trust her.

"Oh, him!" Billie exclaimed with a sneer in his top lip.

"Why, what's wrong with him?" said Monique. "You seemed very pleased with him last week."

"No, he smells bad." Said Billie, pulling a face to Monique by pinching his nose. "But he's Scottish. They probably only shower once a week to save money."

Monique laughed and carried on brushing Billie's hair, which had now grown down over his shoulders.

"He wants you to wear the nurses uniform tonight."

"Oh God, not another who wants to play doctors and nurses!"

Billie smiled inwardly at the thought of playing doctors and nurses with David. Billie had to admit it was an entrancing idea. Billie dressed slowly in a white silk bra and pants with matching suspender belt and stockings. The starched white uniform crackled as he drew it up over his body. It was a tight fit and he left enough buttons open at the top to reveal a generous portion of his cleavage. He fastened the cap to his hair and wondered just exactly what it was that made men so excited by nurse's uniforms as he slipped on the three inch white heels. He thought it was probably that some men really wanted to be dominated by a woman and a nurse was in the perfect position to do just that.

The knock finally came on Billie's door and swaying slightly on his heels opened the door straight away, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. David stood at the door, a laconic grin playing along his lips as he watched Billie's cleavage rise and fall.

"Well, hello again, little nursie, ready for your big operation?" David winked quickly, and Billie had to hold back a giggle.

"Why, yes Doctor, I'm ready to handle your instruments." Said Billie as he wrapped his arms around David's neck and drew him into a passionate kiss. Billie's tongue dived into David's throat and his hand grabbed for David's groin and he was delighted to find a bulge there already.

"Why, nurse! Is this professional conduct?" Laughed David.

"Oh I'm a pro all right," replied Billie as he continued to knead and squeeze David through his trousers.

"Maybe I'll just give you a good physical, then," said David, squirming about under Billie's ministrations.

"Make sure you probe everything properly doctor. Don't stop until you're totally satisfied," said Billie between kisses.

"I may have to undertake some internal examinations," David said.

"We'll make sure you use the right tool for the job," retorted Billie, struggling not to laugh. "And I'll make sure your instrument is nice and clean."

David gave up on the innuendo at this point and collapsed into giggles. Billie jumped up into David's arms and they both burst out laughing.

David carried Billie into the bedroom and threw him down onto the bed. They made love roughly and noisily this time. Billie tore at David's clothes as David ripped open the flimsy uniform and Billie wriggled quickly out of his panties. Billie leant back on the bed and David flung himself on top, pushing apart Billie's legs and plunging straight into the waiting pussy. They fucked with animal passion, David slamming into Billie with great long strokes of his cock as Billie writhed under him, raking his nails down David's back as a bonfire of lust consumed them. It was brutal and short, as both of them came together, exploding into their orgasms. Billie shouted out as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through him, while David grunted as he felt his sperm torrent into Billie.

Billie squeezed his legs together, trapping David inside him and kept his cock hard by grinding his hips against David. David responded, moving slowly against Billie, sending aftershocks through them both until they could take it no more. David slowly slid from Billie and they lay there for awhile, arms wrapped around each other, murmuring quietly to each other and revelling in long slow kisses.

Billie finally summoned up the courage to ask the question he had wanted to ask all night. "Is it going to happen tonight, David?"

David smiled and kissed Billie gently on the lips.

"Yes, Billie, it's on for tonight. Carter is away and everything is set up."

"What do we have to do?" Asked Billie.

"First of all you have to take this potion," said David as he took a small white packet from his pocket. "It works pretty quickly, and it works for a short time only, so we'll have to work quickly. It makes it look like you've had a heart attack, but you'll remain conscious throughout. You'll be able to hear OK but not be able to move a muscle."

"OK. When do we go for it?" Asked Billie impatient now to get going.

"Nothing wrong with the present," replied David. "Just mix the powder with some water and wait a few seconds"

Billie had rushed to get a glass of water, mixed the powder and downed the potion before David could move.

"I can't feel anything, " said Billie waiting impatiently.

"Wait for it, wait for it. It'll work," said David.

Billie suddenly felt his legs turn to jelly, and he staggered, tried to hold himself up but slowly crumpled into David's arms. David gently lowered him to the ground and began to shout at the top of his voice.

"Help, help, I need some help here."

He heard footsteps outside the door and the sound of a key in the lock.

"Quickly, get a doctor, she needs a doctor. Now!" Screamed David.

One of the bodyguards came in, took one look and went pale as he saw Billie lying twisted on the floor, to all intents dead

"Oh shit," said the guard checking Billie's faint pulse.

"Hurry, call a doctor, man," ordered David.

"I can't, I'm not allowed to."

"I don't care about that. I want a doctor for this girl and now!" barked David.

"But the boss isn't here," stammered the man.

"Well what do you think the boss will say if this girl dies and I am implicated? I will kick up such a stink you'll see the inside of a prison cell for a long, long time." David had guessed rightly that the guard had done time and would not want to go back inside.

"Shit, shit, shit," swore the man. "Stay here with her and I'll call a doctor we've used before."

"Hurry," shouted David.

David knew that the doctor would be called and wouldn't take long to get here. They had planned this to perfection. Sam was waiting round the corner in an ambulance they had 'borrowed' for the night and was listening in to the clinic's telephone system. A few moments after the call, Sam would drive up, claim to have heard the call and walk right in. A few minutes later and they would be on their way out just before the real doctor showed up.

It worked like a charm. The guards were running around like scalded ants, goaded on by David's bellowing voice shouting for them to hurry up. Doors were opening up all over the clinic as other clients and girls were disturbed by the noise and shouting. This was an added bonus, as the building became full of people running this way and that. Someone had managed to set the fire alarm off and bells were ringing all over the building. Clients were terrified that some kind of raid was on and were desperately trying to get our, some in a state of complete undress. The confusion made it easy for Sam and Bernice to walk into the clinic dressed as paramedics and wheel their stretcher-trolley to Billie's room.

Billie could hear everything but as David had said could not move a muscle. However, he was aware of being lifted on to the stretcher and being wheeled down the corridor. He could hear David's voice fade away, but he was still stirring things by shouting 'Police, police' at the top of his voice.

"Won't be long now, Billie," Sam said and Billie wanted to reply but couldn't.

Billie heard the doors open and by the change in the level of noise he knew they were outside.

"We're outside now Billie," said Sam and Billie wanted to cheer. A few seconds later and Billie was lifted on the stretcher into the back of the ambulance.

"No! Stop! What do you think you're doing? Stop that!" A familiar shrill voice cut through the air. Carter!

"Hell, what's she doing back!" Sam snarled.

"Bring that stretcher back out of there," Carter screamed.

"Bernice, deal with her," Billie heard Sam say. "And I'll start the engine."

All Billie heard were a shrill scream and a thud as something hit the floor close by.

"In case you're wondering, Billie, Bernice has just kicked Carter in a place that will stop her breaking in new girls for a long time."

Billie tried to laugh and a small squeak emerged.

"Ah, so you're back with us are you darling? Won't be long now." Billie felt Sam kiss him and his heart leapt as the ambulance picked up speed.

Chapter 16

David and Sam had rented a large flat just off the Fulham Road. It was obviously expensive and Billie had no doubt that David's wealthy father was the source of the money.

Billie slept soundly for a couple of days after the escape. Sam said that the drug would take that time to wear off but that there would be no after effects. Billie gradually began to feel better, and he finally began to take notice of his surroundings. The flat was on the third floor of an old house and was beautifully furnished with three bedrooms, two bathrooms and a huge living room with a picture window that looked out over the rooftops. The setting sun streamed into the room casting a wonderful golden brown light over everything.

Billie was finding it hard to cope with all that had happened to him in such a short time and all he really wanted was some rest and recuperation. Sam and David made sure he was well looked after. Sam was also staying in the flat but David came in to visit every day. Billie began to realise that he was in love with both of them, and that he might be forced to choose between one of them soon. But how could he choose? He loved them both in completely different ways and could not bear the thought of losing either.

About a week after the escape, Sam cooked dinner for the three of them. She made them a superb Thai curry, which they washed down with a couple of bottles of wonderful Chablis that David brought with him. The conversation had flowed smoothly between them, each picking up cues from each other as they chatted and laughed their way through the meal. Billie had to catch up on a lot of gossip and news because of his confinement. They laughed until they cried at Billie's surprise at what had happened while he was away.

They sat in the living room drinking coffee and brandy. Eventually they fell silent as the sun dipped behind the rooftops, leaving them in the dark shadows. Sam rose to put on some music and the sound of Nina Simone wrapped around them from some hidden sound system. Billie was sitting on one of the massive sofas and Sam came back and sat next to him to watch the last of the light disappear. David switched on some background lights and they sat listening to the music. Billie felt so content and happy to be surrounded by these two people. Billie reached out for Sam's hand and entwined their fingers together. Sam lifted their linked hands and kissed the back of Billie's fingers.

"It was the thought of you that kept me going you know," said Billie.

"I never stopped thinking of you either," replied Sam.

"I don't think I would have made it without your love," said Billie.

Sam kissed Billie's fingers again and snuggled closer into Billie's shoulder.

"I've missed you so much," said Sam and she leaned across and kissed Billie. Her tongue flicked into Billie's mouth and Billie responded by plunging his tongue deep into Sam's mouth. Their arms wrapped around each other and they threw themselves at each other with a deep hunger. Billie began to undo Sam's blouse as she kissed his neck. Sam's hands found their way under Billie's skirt and began to stroke his thighs above the stockings he was wearing.

"Can I join in?" David had moved to the other side of Billie who turned away from Sam to kiss him. Sam by now had her hands inside Billie's panties and was probing his pussy with her fingers, gently rubbing and probing his pussy lips. Meanwhile, as David kissed Billie he undid Billie's silk blouse and opened it to expose his lace-covered breasts. Billie was now unsure whose hands were doing what to him but he did know that he did not want it to stop. David had now begun to kiss and suckle Billie's hardening nipples through the lace bra, while Sam was now rubbing Billie's clitoris between her fingers.

Billie moved his hands down to David's groin and felt his erection hard within his trousers. Billie fumbled with the zip and David's cock was free. Billie broke the kiss with David and moved his mouth down onto the straining erection. Billie slipped it into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around the shaft. Licking and kissing the entire length, Billie could feel David begin to tense and he slowed the pace to keep David from coming too early. Somehow Sam had managed to slide Billie's panties off and now she buried her face into Billie's pussy. Sam's tongue began to dart in and out leaving Billie instantly writhing with pleasure. She was driving him to the heights of ecstasy.

Billie opened his eyes to see Sam had taken off her skirt and David was busy fingering her pussy, making Sam moan aloud as she ate Billie. They stayed like this for a few minutes, each giving pleasure to another; almost transmitting their feelings onto the next one, doubling and trebling the pleasure given and received.

Billie could feel David was getting close but Billie desperately wanted David to come inside him. Billie stopped letting the cock slip from his lips before lying on the floor. The others took the hint as Billie's skirt was hitched up around his waist and his blouse was wide open exposing his breasts. David slid down and almost immediately entered Billie's moist vagina. David started with such powerful thrusts that Billie thought his long since healed wounds would burst. Sam straddled Billie and lowered her pussy onto his face. Billie's tongue immediately began to lick and suck Sam. Quickly finding her clitoris he began to vibrate his tongue and he could feel the results as Sam began to shudder above him.

David continued to fuck Billie but began to slow, as he too wanted to prolong this pleasure. With deep and long strokes David slowed his pace right down to let Billie enjoy every second. Billie was now beside himself. His tongue was mirroring every stroke of David's and it seemed that the three of them had become one, whatever pleasure was being given to one was felt by the other two.

Billie came to the brink so many times but David just wouldn't let him go over. Then, Billie felt David suddenly tense, and he knew it was close. Billie's tongue drove harder and deeper into Sam and as David arched his back to pump his sperm into Billie. Sam groaned and spasmed. Lying beneath them both, Billie felt the power of their orgasms and as he came a few seconds later he felt he'd had three simultaneous orgasms.

That night the three of them shared a bed for the first time, and it seemed they would never run out of variations to pleasure each other. Tongues and fingers mixed with David's cock to make a sexual cocktail that seemed to have no end.

It was a wondrous time for Billie. Some nights he would spend with David, others with Sam. Occasionally they would all share the same bed to repeat the experience of that first time. Billie, of course, knew that this would never last, but he preferred to forget about the decisions he hoped he would not make.

Billie was desperate to go out again and at first Sam was adamant that this couldn't happen. Carter has already shown that she could use force to get her way but Billie had been a prisoner for long enough and had insisted on leaving the flat for longer and longer periods.

Several weeks had passed when he felt that simply had to get out. In desperate need of some of the latest fashions, Billie decided to do some serious shopping in London's West End. Billie planned to be away from the flat for the whole day. However, about lunchtime, Billie decided he'd had enough of the heaving sweaty masses in their pursuit of the ultimate bargain and he decided to head home. It was a short ride in a taxi and he was soon back outside the flat in the Fulham road.

Carrying his packages, Billie walked quickly up the two flights of stairs and unlocked the door to the flat. Billie caught sight of himself in the large hall mirror and he paused to examine his reflection. He still could not pass a mirror without being astounded at what he saw. He kicked off his stilettos, laid his handbag on the small table placed neatly beneath the mirror and gazed in wonder at the sight that met his eyes.

Looking straight back at him was a breathtakingly beautiful woman. Sometimes Billie had to move his hand to his face to convince himself that it was his face there in the mirror. His blonde hair tumbled elegantly down past his shoulders now. As he gently moved his head, the golden mane shivered and rippled like wind moving through a summer cornfield. His eyebrows were exquisitely arched like any model and highlighted his pale blue eyes that glittered like diamond chips. Luscious thick eyelashes and dark eyeshadow framed his eyes and a delicately shaped nose sat between aristocratically chiselled cheekbones. His long red nails that had taken so long to get used to were his own and not the artificial kind he had used at the clinic.

Billie tilted his head sideways and turned slightly to his profile and as always his eyes were drawn to his crimson pouting lips. Billie could not resist poking the tip of his tongue out and seductively licking his lips. It never failed to make him feel so sexy to see that little flash of pink sliding along between bright red lipstick.

Satisfied at last, he tore his eyes away from the mirror and walked further down the hallway past the bedrooms towards the lounge. As he drew nearer he could hear Sam's voice, and he smiled in anticipation of seeing her again. But, he could now hear two voices, Sam's and a deep male voice. It must be David. Billie was momentarily disturbed because he knew he was going to have to choose soon between Sam and David. Then Billie heard something that froze him in his tracks.

"But David, if you really love me you'd do this just for me," said Sam. Her voice now came clearly through the slightly opened door.

"I do love you, Sam, but do I have to do this to prove it?" David's reply was petulant.

Billie moved silently forward on tiptoes up to the door and peeked inside. His eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene in front of him. Sam stood in the middle of the room, naked as a jaybird, except for the strap on phallus that jutted from her groin. Kneeling on all fours in front of her was David. He was wearing a matching bright red bra and panties. Sheer black stockings encased his legs, stretched taut by the matching suspender belt he wore. On his feet were a pair of 3" heels while full makeup and a page boy wig softened his face

Billie's hand flew to his mouth as he watched the sight in front of him. He felt dizzy and had to lean against the doorframe to stop himself falling over. Neither Sam nor David had seen him yet, so engrossed were they with each other. Billie stepped back a fraction to where he could still see clearly yet be out of their line of sight.

"David, I promise I'll be gentle," said Sam. Her voice was soft and seductive, "if it hurts you, I'll stop."

Sam dropped to her knees behind David. Billie could see David begin to say something but he stopped as Sam reached around him and began to rub him through the front of his panties.

"Oooohhhh, Sam I love you, I love you," he groaned and Billie could see the erection growing inside the wisp of red silk.

Billie watched as Sam leaned forward to kiss David's back as she hooked her fingers through the edges of the panties. Slowly and sensuously she slid them down over David's hips and down to the floor. He raised his knees from the floor and the panties slid off completely. Sam pushed David's legs further apart with her knees and Billie could see David's cock fully erect now. Sam moved closer to David and Billie could see the phallus glistening in the light with lubrication.

Sam began to kiss David's back and then she moved further down until her tongue was lapping around David's asshole. He tensed once as her tongue licked and probed, but Sam's hand snaked around to grasp David's cock yet again, and he began to move backwards pressing her tongue deeper into him. Billie could not tear his eyes away as Sam continued to use her tongue and hands to tease and tantalise David.

Suddenly, Sam released David's cock, perhaps sensing that he was now sufficiently aroused and ready for her. She moved upright and shuffled on her knees so that the strap-on was sliding up and down the crack between David's buttocks. He tensed again as he felt the hardness of it against him and Sam rubbed her hands up and down his back, massaging him gently until he relaxed.

"Don't worry, my angel, I won't hurt you," she cooed as she began to rub the strap-on harder and harder between his cheeks.

Suddenly, she slipped the tip of the phallus into his tight entrance and Billie saw David's head snap up as he felt the head penetrate him. His mouth formed a big O and Billie swore he could see fear in David's wild eyes. Sam knew what she was doing and moved the head back out again. Time and again she pushed the head in and out, working it slightly deeper each time. David was now becoming really agitated as the strapon began to disappear deeper and deeper into him. Billie started fingering himself as he could see how aroused David was becoming. Fear had turned into lust and David began to push backwards onto the phallus as the sensations from his body overwhelmed him.

Sam now began to fuck him in earnest. She was becoming more aggressive in her movements and they found a rhythm that united them in their passion. Sam was now in complete control and she varied the speed and depth of her thrusts as if she instinctively knew just how to take David to the edge and hold him there. Billie could not believe that David, who had been so strong and forceful with him, could now be so dominated by Sam. David's body was now utterly compliant to Sam's desires and Billie knew just how much control Sam could exert over others.

"Tell me how much you want to be fucked, you whore." Sam's voice was like a whiplash.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me harder, harder" David grunted the words as Sam slammed the fake cock into him.

Billie could see David was now fast approaching a climax and as Sam thrust deeper and harder than ever, David erupted into orgasm that spurted onto the floor.

"OOOOhhhhhh, OOOOOOOhhhhhh." He moaned as his body was wracked by a shattering orgasm.

Sam swiftly slipped out of him, flipped David onto his back and took his still hard cock into her mouth to suck the last drops of his cum. She let his cock slip from her mouth and moved up his body to kiss him and to make him drink his own cum from her mouth.

"You bitch, you never told me you'd do that." He managed to say.

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it. You loved it; you really loved being fucked like a woman. It's what you've wanted for a long time dressed like a little slut and being fucked up the arse. You've been looking for someone like me all your life, David. Well, now you've found me, but you're mine now, and don't you ever forget it."

David hung his head and Billie could tell that Sam had judged her man to perfection.

"Get up now" she commanded, gentler now than before. "Put your panties back on. I want to see how you look with some lipstick on that pretty little face."

"But what about Billie?" Asked David.

"What about her?"

"What will happen when she finds out about us?"

"Well she won't if you keep that little mouth of yours closed will she?" snapped Sam.

Billie's blood was beginning to run ice-cold in his veins.

"And after I've found out where she stashed the copy of the file she took from Carter, I'll give her to one of the boys as a toy."

Billie's head started to spin, and he grabbed the door again for support.

"How do you know she made a copy?" said David.

"You've heard her, David. She's always babbling on about the first law of computing. Back up everything. She says it all the time."

Sam's words went through Billie like a rapier. He knew though that he had to escape now, before it was too late. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he quietly tiptoed his way back down the hallway. Carter had been right after all about Sam. The dirty rotten little cow thought Billie as he closed the flat door behind him and slipped his shoes back on. He headed out into the night his mind reeling, searching desperately for a plan that would wreak revenge upon them all.

Don't get mad, get even

Finally, he knew what he was going to do. He first of all visited the left luggage office at Victoria station where he retrieved a black bag that held a laptop computer.

'Hello old friend,' thought Billie, 'good job I decided to drop you off here before I went looking for Sam.'

Billie quickly booted the computer as he had a cappuccino in the station coffee shop. It still had some battery life left and Billie quickly opened his e- mail program. There, lying untouched in the sent folder was a copy of the file he had sent to Sam all that time ago.

Billie had bought some cheap memory sticks on the way and quickly made several copies of the file. He had also bought some strong brown envelopes and it took him a little while to address them all and place a stick in each. He bought some stamps and walked to the post box on the station concourse. He smiled as he read each address before he dropped them in....The Daily Mirror, The Sun, The Times, The Guardian, The Daily Mail........

Billie now walked to the public telephones and made a call to the news editor of each of the newspapers. He told them that a memory stick was coming their way which might be of interest. He also suggested that they check out the links between the Carter Clinic, a burnt out club called the Tropicana and the son of a certain cabinet minister. Sex, politics and violence was a mixture he knew no newspaper could resist.

Billie wasn't quite finished with the telephone. He dialled a number he had committed to memory some time ago. The phone rang several times and he was ready to hang up when a soft lilting Scottish voice answered.

"Is that Lucy who works in the shoe shop in Prince's Street? I wonder if you remember me? My name is Billie and you said to call if I ever needed a friend." Billie had enjoyed Scotland and wouldn't mind at all going back........