After a Fashion

AFTER A FASHION by anyport

Brian was on an all time high, a month ago he'd landed a job at a fashion house. Not one of the major companies, they designed mostly women's fashion and imported about 60% of their marketable inventory, comprising silk and lace blouses, lingerie and evening wear. However, he was learning a great deal about the industry, and best of all, he had just been promoted to personal assistant to the owner of the company.

He had no idea what his job entailed, but without any previous experience in the industry, he was ready to do anything. Since leaving school, he had been employed in a variety of jobs, and now, at the age of 25, he finally felt as though his career path was heading in the right direction.

At 7.30am, he'd arrived at the office. He wasn't supposed to start until 9 but he was so eager to get on with it, he'd gone in early to try and familiarize himself with his surroundings. And it never hurt to impress the boss with your keen attitude. At least, that's what he'd been told all his working life.

He had already gone through most of the filing cabinets, trying to get some idea of the type of work, which would be expected of him. He was sitting at his desk studying a client file when she walked in. Although he had never met Sherrie Trent, he would recognize her anywhere. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen in his life, in fact she'd been voted in the top ten most beautiful women several times by a women's magazine. Standing there in the doorway, her hourglass figure covered by a smart blue skirt and jacket, with a white blouse, her long wavy blonde hair and make up right out of Vogue, was his boss. Not one of the many photographs he'd seen of her came close to capturing her beauty. Brian knew she was 35, but with her perfect skin she could easily pass for a girl in her early twenties. She was 5'8" tall and every inch a woman.

"Good morning," she purred, as she glided over to him. "You must be Brian, I've heard a lot of good things about you. I see you're finding your way around all right. Tell you what, give me 5 minutes to settle in and then bring us both a coffee, mines white, and I'll spend an hour or so filling you in on your new position." She smiled down at him as she floated into the inner office. Even her perfume made Brian's head spin as she passed.

Exactly 5 minutes later Brian knocked on her door. She called him in and he opened the door, balancing the tray with the coffee on his other hand. Her office was more like an apartment than a place of work. There was a desk in the corner, but Ms Trent was sitting on a large leather lounge near a window. The sun shone through forming a golden halo around her head and reminding Brian of the pictures of angels he'd seen when he was a boy.

"Ah Brian just in time, put the coffee down here and sit next to me." She indicated a table in front of the sofa, then patted the seat next to her. Brian tried hard not to spill the coffee as he placed it on the table, his hands were shaking so much he was both surprised and relieved at his success.

"Now, where do you want to start?" She crossed her long perfect legs and her skirt rode high up her thigh. Brian had to tear his eyes away, and once again he breathed a mental sigh of relief when she didn't appear to have noticed his stares. They talked at some length about his various duties. She indicated at the outset that he would be expected to spend many nights working late. He would also be required to accompany her on various business trips, some of them quite lengthy. He told her he had no problem with that, living alone with no ties, he was free to come and go pretty much as he chose. She seemed strangely pleased with his response, but Brian read nothing particular into this.

Over the next few weeks, Sherrie - she insisted he call her by her first name - taught him a great deal about the business. She seemed to take genuine interest in his progress, and any scrap of attention she gave him was like a gift from heaven so completely besotted was Brian.

When she called him at home one night after work Brian was delighted. Not only at the opportunity to do something for her, but also because he'd never expected this amount of acceptance so quickly. "Brian it's Sherrie. I need you to collect some designs for me from the office and bring them round to my apartment tonight. You'll find them on my coffee table, by the way have you eaten yet? No, good, we can have dinner here while we do some work. See you in about an hour."

Although he'd been to her apartment several times, they'd only been brief visits. So Brian was thrilled at the prospect of spending some time alone with her. Even though he spent most of the day with her, somehow the prospect of being alone with her in her private home excited him. He showered and changed in about 5 minutes and made it to her apartment in 50.

She was on the phone when he arrived and opened the door then raced back to the call. He put the designs on the table and sat down, staring at his boss. She was wearing a pink silk dressing gown, which had fallen open to the top of the thighs as she sat cross-legged by the phone. He found himself wondering if she was naked under the robe, and fantasizing about what she looked like. With a start, he realized he was getting an erection and he quickly diverted his attention to the designs he'd brought with him.

He blushed as he realized that she had been watching him stare at her legs, and he spent an agonizing few minutes trying to think what to say if she mentioned it. When she hung up she walked over to the table and, to Brian's relief, got straight down to business. They discussed the designs and though Brian had no concept of dress making, Sherrie valued his opinions on the fashions from the male perspective. As she said, she could get 20 experts to offer opinions, but she wanted to know what effect the garments would have on the average man.

They discussed the different fashion trends over dinner and Brian was delighted by her genuine interest in his views. She even altered a few lines on the designs at his prompting. Taking her coffee, she moved over to the sofa and indicated that Brian should join her. "What age group do you think would look best in this?" She asked, holding up a sketch of a particularly revealing black mini dress. "What I mean is, are we limiting our potential market by designing something which only teenagers would wear?"

"I don't think so," Brian replied thoughtfully. "I would imagine the slightly older women would leap at the chance to prove that they still have the figure to wear a dress like this. You know the type I mean, the ones who go to cocktail parties and that sort of thing." She smiled, "I go to cocktail parties but I'm sure I don't have the figure, or the nerve to wear a dress like this. I can just imagine the looks I would get, the old 'mutton dressed up as lamb' looks."

"You can't be serious," Brian felt personally insulted by the thought of anyone implying that Sherrie wasn't perfect. "You'd look sensational in anything, the only problem would be that after you wore this, no-one would ever buy it because they could never do it justice." He blushed again as he saw her smiling at his pathetic attempt at flattery.

"That's very nice of you Brian. Maybe I should let you choose my outfits in future. You seem to know better than I do what suits me." Brian thought for one horrible minute that he'd offended her in some way. "No, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean you.. that is, I was just trying to say that you have the sort of body. I mean you.." She held up her hand to stop him, her lovely face lit up as she smiled delighted by his complements. "It's okay, I know what you mean, you don't have to get all flustered. Incidentally, thank you for the complements."

She seemed lost in thought for a short while, then appearing to have made a decision she said, "You may be right about the female age group but what I'd like to know is, what male age group do you think they'd appeal to?" Brian looked confused for a moment, then brightening he said, "Oh I see what you mean, you want to know what the husbands would think of the outfits on their wives, is that it?" Sherrie smiled, "Not quite Brian, possibly the other way round." "I'm not sure I understand you.." "It's simple really, we're thinking of expanding somewhat and the marketing people tell me we've just about reached our optimum output with the present range, in women's fashion that is. So I had this brilliant idea, in all modesty, what about promoting our line to men."

She sat quietly while Brian digested this latest information. "You mean, you want to sell your clothes to the homosexual market?" "Well yes and no, homosexuals obviously, but there's a huge market for men who just like dressing up in women's clothing, they're completely straight sexually, they just get their kicks in a different way."

Warming to the subject, Sherrie continued, leaving Brian to try to take it all in. "Then there's mail order, can you imagine how many men would like to wear our outfits but don't have the nerve to actually buy them from a shop? The potential is enormous. Then there are the men who don't realize how good dressing in women's clothing feels, if we can find a way to target that group, can you imagine the size of that market." Brian was speechless, Sherrie watched him for a while before asking. "Have you ever worn women's clothes Brian?" "NO, of course not." He fired back. "Why not?" She continued her voice very calm. "I just haven't, what do you think, I'm some sort of pervert?" "THERE," She exclaimed triumphantly, "That's exactly the attitude we have to overcome, and that's where you come in, you're going to be my guinea pig."

"Now just a minute, what are you suggesting?" She smiled resting her hand on Brian's leg. "I'm not suggesting anything Brian." She began. "Let's just say, it's another aspect of your job which you only do when you're here. You do like being here don't you Brian?" He swallowed hard as she slid her hand up and down his thigh. "Yes of course I do." He replied truthfully. "And you've already said you like our clothes," "Yes but..." She held a long perfectly manicured finger to his lips to silence him. "Is it me? Don't you like being here with me?" She sounded slightly hurt. "Yes, I mean no, I mean, no it's definitely not you and yes of course I like being here, I can think of nowhere I'd rather be than right here." Once again a smile lit up her face, as she enquired impishly, "Nowhere?" Then glanced towards the bedroom door. Brian blushed and looked down at the floor.

As if to let him off the hook, Sherrie returned to the designs. They discussed various aspects in more detail, returning once again to the age problem. Sherrie seemed to come to a decision. "I'll tell you what, I have several designs in my bedroom, from last years catalogue. Why don't I model some of them for you, and you can tell me what you think. But one thing, you must be brutally honest, I don't want you lying just because I'm your boss. You don't need to worry about your job being on the line or anything silly like that. Just give me your honest opinion as to whether someone of my age should wear them."

Brian didn't know how he was supposed to react to her suggestion, so he simply sat quietly while she changed in the other room. The first outfit was a pair of lemon slacks matched with a lemon blouse, which buttoned to the neck. "What do you think of this, we sold quite a lot of them." "I, errm, I really don't think it suits you, I mean someone of your age. It would look far better on an older woman." "Terrific, I'm delighted you said that." She applauded. "The truth is, it's just an outfit I wear around the house when I'm in one of my scruffy moods. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't be seen dead in it outside these 4 walls." Brian thought his chest would burst with pride, he was glad he hadn't tried to be diplomatic, as he had initially intended.

"I promise I won't try to trick you again, the rest of the clothes will be genuine." Sherrie disappeared back into the bedroom. She took longer to change this time. She emerged, wearing a superb back-less evening gown. It was full length, and though Brian was disappointed that it hid her legs, he had to admit it looked great. As she spun around, modeling the dress for him. Brian caught a glimpse of her legs. The dress was split to the top of the thigh on each side and offered a tantalizingly brief view, of what Brian suspected were stocking tops. Apart from his mother, he'd never known anyone who wore stockings, and until now, he didn't realize how sexy they could be.

Sherrie struck a classic modeling pose, and the material on one side fell away, revealing one stockinged leg to the top. The sight had an immediate effect on Brian and he crossed his legs in an effort to hide his growing erection. Sherrie left the room, telling him to write down his opinions on each dress while she changed. He didn't hear her return, and when he looked up he couldn't stifle a gasp at what he saw. She was wearing a low cut Japanese style, silk dress. The hem reached to just above the knees and Brian marveled at her ability to walk in it, it was so tight, she had difficulty separating her knees. Added to which, she was wearing stiletto heels, which must have been at least five inches.

"Do you think this is too tight?" She asked coquettishly. "Feel here, it's almost like a second skin." She took Brian's hand and placed it on her behind. In all his experience - albeit somewhat limited - with girls, Brian had never felt a more perfect behind. It was rounded and firm, yet totally feminine. As she was standing so close to him, there was no way he could hide the bulge in his pants this time. He looked up, and to his shame, saw her staring at his erection. But she didn't seem angry; in fact she was smiling.

"Doesn't it feel wonderful?" She asked suggestively. "It's imported silk, very expensive." She slid her behind across and then away from Brian's, still outstretched, hand. "Wait till you see the next one," she called, as she entered her bedroom. Brian was beginning to sweat he had no idea how to deal with the situation. If Sherrie had been one of the girls he knew, he would be certain she was flirting with him. But there was no way this goddess could be interested in someone like him.

The parade continued each outfit a little more revealing than the last. Brian had a permanent hard on, as the memory of the previous outfit lasted until her return. "There are only 2 more Brian, I do hope you aren't getting bored." She called from her room. The next dress, while quite long, was by far the most revealing to date. It was pure white, and though the bottom half was a simple skirt design, the top was little more than a scarf covering little more than the nipples on Sherrie's breasts.

"The trouble with this one," Sherrie said casually, "Is that you can't wear a bra with it. I'm not sure my breasts are firm enough to wear something like this. What do you think." She almost poked Brian in the face with them, and he blustered something about the fabric hanging perfectly. As soon as he said it, he blushed. Sherrie didn't show any sign of noticing as she ran her hands over her stomach.

"Feel this, I do believe I'm getting fat." Once again she took his hand, this time placing it on her flat stomach. Brian shivered as he came in contact with her bare flesh, and once again, she had to walk away to remove his hand. The last offering was almost more than Brian could bear. It was an ultra short white leather dress, with fine white net covering the stomach and cleavage. Black stocking tops showed below the hem.

"This is my favorite, unfortunately I don't think I've got the legs to get away with wearing something this short. But it feels so good to wear, I had to try it just this once." She walked over and bent her knee toward his face. Rubbing the leather she said, "Just feel how soft the leather is." This time, she placed his hand on her thigh. There was no way to touch the dress without his hand sliding over the stockings.

Brian was shaking like a leaf as he ran his hand over her thigh. Sweat was pouring out of him at the nearness of Sherrie. She left his hand on her thigh for several moments then, as she turned her head to read the notes he'd written on the various outfits. Then she pulled away quickly. "Brian," she sounded shocked. Brian was terrified she was about to throw him out for touching her leg. "You're soaking wet, why didn't you tell me the air-conditioner was playing up. Look at your shirt, it's stuck to you. Come on, take it off immediately, and into the shower with you. You'll catch cold sitting there in that. I'll see if I can find you something for you to wear."

Brian silently obeyed relieved that she hadn't been angry. Being aware that he would have done anything she'd asked of him, no matter what it was, a shower seemed to be a relatively insignificant request. While he was in the shower Sherrie walked in and stood watching him for a few moments. He tried to pretend he wasn't embarrassed but the truth was, he was terrified she'd laugh at his slender physique. Finally she spoke, "Why do men insist on keeping all that hair on their bodies. It looks so, I don't know, dirty I suppose. At least women have the good taste to have it removed, or maybe it's just that we're cleaner than men."

Turning on her heels, she walked out of the room, much to Brian's relief since he was finally able to breathe again. But not for long, Sherrie returned and hung a black silk dressing gown on the door before walking over to Brian and presenting him with a shaving brush and two safety razors. He accepted them silently and she again departed this time saying, "If you intend to sleep in my bed tonight you'll get rid of that hair all over your body. Oh yes, and make sure you use plenty of powder all over your body, I don't want you sweating all over my sheets."

It took Brian an eternity to grasp what had just happened, not the shaving part, he didn't really care, and it would always grow back. No, what really stunned him was the fact that there was even the remotest possibility that he could sleep with Sherrie. Suddenly galvanized into action, he quickly lathered and shaved both legs, then deciding he may as well be thorough, he shaved his crotch, stomach, what few hairs he had on his chest and his underarms. When he was certain he'd removed every hair he rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower. When he dried himself off he found the talcum powder in the cabinet and as instructed, dusted himself generously with it. He realized she had taken all his clothes away, including his underwear and he was left with no option but to don the dressing gown.

Self-consciously, he entered the lounge room. Sherrie, still dressed in the leather outfit appeared not to notice him as she read through his notes. Quietly he sat down at the other end of the sofa and she continued reading until, "What's this word Brian?" She slid over to him, her perfume filling his nostrils. The skirt riding high up her legs exposed bare flesh.

Brian interpreted his handwriting, and they discussed his opinions at length. She didn't bother to adjust her skirt, and he was grateful to be able to cover himself up with the writing pad. With no underwear on, his prick was almost pushing the pad out of his hand, and he was praying she wouldn't ask him to stand up. So nervous was he, that he was visibly shaking and Sherrie noticed this.

"I knew you'd catch cold, look at you, you're shivering. We'd better get you dressed, come on, into the bedroom with you right away." She took his hand and led him into her bedroom. Although delighted to be going into, what he considered to be, the holy of holies, he was a little disappointed that she wanted him to get dressed again. It seemed he wasn't going to be granted the ultimate honor after all.

"Start with these." She said as she handed him a pair of tan stockings. Brian took them from her and stared at them and then her. "What do you want me to do with them Sherrie?' He asked innocently. "Put them on of course, oh I'm sorry, you haven't worn any before have you? You roll them up like this," She took one from him and demonstrated. "Then you simply pull it over your foot and roll it up your leg. Here try it." She returned the rolled up stocking to him and opened one of the many drawers in one of several mirrored dressing tables.

"You mean you actually expect me to WEAR these?" "I explained all that to you earlier Brian, I thought you understood what was required of you? After all, how will it look if the department head of men's fashion has never tried any of the outfits? Think about it Brian, a major buyer is discussing one of the outfits and asks. 'Does it feel as comfortable as it looks?' To which you reply, 'How the hell would I know, what do you think I am, a fag or something?' Well? Do you think you'll make the sale? Now hurry up and get into these and we can get you into bed before you catch cold."

Though he was still far from convinced he wanted to wear women's clothes, the incentive was much too great for Brian to do anything but accept his fate. He was pleasantly surprised at how cool and smooth the stocking felt as he slid it up his shaven leg, he soon had the other one rolled and in place. "We'll use this to hold them up." Sherrie said. Brian looked up to see her moving toward him holding out a pink satin and lace corset. By the time he'd decided to react, she was already lacing the corset up the back and he could feel it gradually pulling him in, tighter and tighter.

"This should feel great, it was made specially for you, as were all the clothes you'll be trying from now on." "But how..?" "Remember when you were told you had the job, you were measured for your uniform? Well in a way, this is it. You'll have to wear the corset for the next few days until you get used to it, then there are a few other things I'd like you to try. There, finished, how does that feel?" "Tight?" Brian suggested. "Obviously, but don't worry, you'll soon get used to that. Now, time for bed I think." She pulled the bedclothes down and indicated to Brian that he should climb in. As he lay down, he couldn't help but notice, not only did the ceiling have a mirror, but also the wall at the head of the bed. He decided it must be some clever designer's idea of art.

"You don't mind sharing the bed with me tonight do you? I really don't want to have to make up the spare, and I'm not in the mood to sleep on the sofa." Without waiting for an answer, she started to undress.

"I hope you aren't watching me, my figure isn't what it used to be and I'd be embarrassed if I thought you'd seen me naked." He was, but quickly turned his head. "It's been a long time since I shared my bed with a man, I hope I can trust you." Naked, she slid in beside him and turned out the light. Then she kissed him lightly on the cheek she said goodnight, turning away from him.

There was no way Brian could go to sleep, he'd been staring into the darkness for a few minutes, when Sherrie suddenly turned and spoke to him. "You really are a very sweet man Brian, I'm so glad you decided to run the men's department." Brian was about to say that he hadn't yet when she leaned over and kissed him again, this time a little more warmly. Then she turned over and prepared to sleep.

"It's no good, I can't sleep now, are you awake Brian?" "Yes, wide awake." She turned to face him, moving closer. "Good, why don't you tell me more about your opinions on the clothes you saw tonight. The silk dress for instance, don't you think I'm a little fat to wear a dress as tight as that?" As she spoke, she moved even closer until her body was touching his. She rested her hand on his chest as she spoke to him. "Absolutely not, you have the most perfect body I've ever seen." The darkness seemed to give Brian courage, and he was soon reciting her many features, and how they filled out the clothes.

"What do you think is my best feature?" Sherrie asked. As she did so, she began rubbing her hand over Brian's chest, pinching his nipples and planting small kisses on his shoulder. Her breathing was becoming slightly labored.

"I don't think you have a best feature, you're perfect in every way." Brian answered honestly. Her hand moved down to Brian's stomach and her breathing increased in tempo. "Tell me what you like about my body." "Everything, you have the most perfectly shaped breasts I've ever seen. Your legs are so long and smooth any man would willingly kneel down and lick them from toe to thigh." Her hand reached his thigh, then to Brian's disappointment, left his body completely. As he spoke to her, he could feel her pushing her body into him her breathing getting heavier and heavier.

Brian felt the back of her hand brush his outer thigh and he knew she was playing with herself. Her breath was coming in gasps as she pleaded with Brian to continue. "When you put my hand on your beautiful behind, I knew I would never feel anything more magnificent. No sculptor could possibly create a work of art like it. After feeling your superb arse, I know I've been ruined for any other woman. None could come close to your beauty. Every woman ever born is ugly compared to you."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, tell me what you think of my breasts again. Tell me." She insisted, but Brian knew instinctively that she would not hear anything he said. She was in the final throes of orgasm, her breathing reached fever pitch as she moaned and writhed against his body and her hand. She suddenly stiffened as she reached the pinnacle. "Tell me..How wonderful..I am..Yeeesss. Yeeesss. Ooooh yeeeeesss." She lost herself in bliss just hearing her was almost enough to make Brian come, almost but not quite. He wanted to play with himself just as she had, but something told him it wouldn't be wise so he restrained himself.

Never before had he felt so turned on and at the same time, so helpless to do anything about it. His throbbing prick ached to be rubbed, but it remained untouched while the woman next to him screamed in final ecstacy, then her spasms decreased and finally, she lay sated against him.

Despite his desperate needs, Brian eventually fell into a deep sleep. Sherrie held him close and the comfort and warmth of her body relaxed him. He was wakened by Sherrie's touch on his limp penis. He looked down to see her shoulders across his stomach. She seemed to be playing with him, and he knew she was finally going to make him come. At least, he thought he knew, but as his cock stiffened, he felt a restriction at the base. The harder he got the tighter the restriction. "What are you doing to me?" He asked in pained tones. "You'll see, just be patient I'm almost finished. There, it's on. Would you like to see." Sherrie asked excitedly.

She moved away to give him a better view. As Brian looked down at his now fully erect penis, the full horror of what she had done sunk home. She had fitted some type of metal ring around his cock and balls. It was obvious now, that she had no intention of letting him come until he left her home. He moaned as he considered his fate. Sherrie laughed. "Don't worry, I'll take it off one day." "What do you mean, one day. How long am I going to stay here?" He queried. Had she taken him prisoner or something weird like that?

"That's the beauty of it." She said in an excited voice. "It doesn't matter whether you leave or not, you can only get the rings off with the key and I have that safely hidden. No matter where you are, part of you will stay with me. Isn't that wonderful." "I don't understand, why me. You could have any man you want. Why do you need me so much?" "Because you tell me what I want to hear, and mean it. Most men only say it to get their way, but you really mean it. Nothing excites me more than controlling a man with my body. You'd do anything for the chance to make love to me. Wouldn't you?" She demanded Brian's reply. "You know I would." He answered quietly. "Yes I do." She sighed triumphantly.

Then she swung her leg over his head and slid her pussy slowly up to his mouth. He knew he would not be able to resist when it reached him, and he didn't. However, he hadn't anticipated what happened next. As he lapped at her sweet juices, she took his rock hard penis in her mouth and sucked it. He could feel himself building to a climax, just as he knew she was. Then, almost without warning, she started coming.

At the same time, he felt himself shooting from way down in his feet, so intense was his need. But just as he was about to shout out in exaltation, everything stopped. He could feel the sperm, trying to force it's way out, but unable to pass the constriction. It was the worst agony he'd ever known, the agony of unfulfilled anticipation.

"Please, let me come. I promise to do or say anything you want. Just let me come once." He begged "Not yet, maybe tomorrow. Then again, maybe not, it all depends how much you please me, and you know how to please me don't you Brian?" She pushed her soaking pussy into his face urging him to eat her again. Despite his helplessness, Brian still felt an overwhelming urge to pleasure this incredible lady in any way she wished. Even though he couldn't come himself, he knew there were thousands of men who would swap places with him anytime. Sherrie really was the most beautiful woman in the world.

After he'd satisfied her needs for a 3rd time, Sherrie seemed content. She left the room, soon returning with his clothes. "I'm sure you want to go home and change before you go to the office. Look, it's 9:30 now, why don't you take the morning off and I'll see you later, say 1 o'clock." Brian stood up and reached round to untie the corset. "What are you doing?" Sherrie asked. "I thought I only had to wear this last night, surely you don't expect me to keep it on all day do you?" "Of course I do, all day every day, until I tell you otherwise, the stockings too, although you can change them each day if you wish, in fact I think I'd prefer that. Now, if you don't mind, I have some calls to make."

Bemused, confused and utterly frustrated, Brian made his way home. As soon as he walked in the door, he stripped his clothes off, though despite the fact that Sherrie wasn't there, he couldn't bring himself to remove the corset and stockings. Nor the pink silk panties she'd insisted he wear instead of his underpants, which she said she'd thrown out. Then he inspected the metal rings, the one around his balls was like a tiny handcuff. It locked into place, and while it wasn't tight, there was no way to pull it over his balls. The second, Attached to the first by a small hinge affair, was some sort of spring. It gripped his cock quite firmly when he was flaccid, but as soon as he became aroused, it tightened up. He experimented on ways to get his penis out, but all he achieved was an erection, God how he wanted to come just once.

Back at the office, Sherrie acted as though nothing had happened. She was friendly, in a boss/employee manner, but there was no hint of anything more. Later that day, Brian was returning from the accounts department and as he entered the outer office, he saw Sherrie standing at her secretary's desk signing some papers. "By the way Lynn, I have to go away for a few days, I should be back on Tuesday. Could you take care of any appointments I have please." She turned to leave. "Goodnight Lynn, Oh, goodnight Brian, have a good weekend." She walked out. Brian was shattered, It was Friday night, and he'd just heard Sherrie tell Lynn she would be away until Tuesday. Four whole days without seeing her and without relief for his aching balls. How would he survive?

He walked slowly into his office, Lynn said something to him, but he neither knew, nor cared what it was. He slumped at his desk, agonizing over the prospect of life without Sherrie. There was a large manila envelope on his desk. Absently he opened it, probably what Lynn was talking about, he thought. It seemed to be a photograph with a note attached to it. He forced his eyes to focus on the print, and his heart leapt into his mouth. It was an 8"x10" color glossy of Sherrie in a bikini. He quickly read the note, 'Brian, I thought you might like a reminder of what you're missing tonight. If you would like to see more, be at my place at 7.00pm on Saturday. Sherrie.'

Saturday, it was so long away, he thought. Then again, at least he was going to see her again. He finished up the work on his desk then left his office. As he wished Lynn goodnight, she called after him, "Brian, I was hoping to catch you before you left. I'm having a small party on Saturday night, and I was wondering if you'd like to come. You don't need to worry about getting home, I'm sure we can find a bed for you." She smiled suggestively. Brian declined graciously, and left.

'It never rains but it pours.' He thought as he stepped into the lift. A week ago I had no one, now two women want me. He squeezed into the lift, just as the doors were closing a hand reached in and they obligingly opened again. Lynn stood close to him, and he could swear she was rubbing her leg against him on purpose. As they reached the ground floor, she whispered, "Are you sure about Saturday, I can always tell the others it's off if you'd rather be alone."

He shook his head stiffly and croaked a 'no thanks' at her. Sweat was once again starting to bead on his forehead, as the ache in his balls returned, along with his erection. '25 hours before I see her,' he thought, 'God, I'll never make it.' That night he tried watching some television, but couldn't concentrate. Nor could he read, he must have read the same line at least a dozen times before he eventually put the book down and went to bed, where he tossed and turned for hours before finally falling asleep.

He knocked on Sherrie's door at 6.30pm and she took a few minutes to answer. His mind filled with dread at the thought that she may not be home, but she opened the door and smiled, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. "You're early, couldn't you wait to see me." Was her cheerful greeting. She was wearing the dressing gown she'd lent him the other night. It looked much better on her, he decided. He noticed the black stockings and high heels below the gown, and immediately his mind tried to imagine what else she was wearing.

"My goodness, you are glad to see me aren't you." Sherrie pointed to the bulge in his trousers, as he sat beside her on the sofa. She started unbuttoning his shirt, Brian suddenly realized, he could not raise a finger to stop her, not that he had any desire to, so totally was he under her control.

She peeled the shirt from his back, then turning him round she checked the corset was still tied in the same position as she'd left it. Next she undid his trousers, and had him stand while she stripped him of them. After stripping him down to his female clothing, she pulled the panties down to his knees and inspected the ring on his, almost permanently erect penis. Nodding her satisfaction she stood up and faced him. "I have a special treat for you tonight, you know how much you admire my behind. Well I've decided to let you lick it. You'll enjoy that won't you?" She smiled awaiting his reply.

"Yes." He whispered quietly. She looked shocked. "You don't seem very pleased, maybe you don't like it after all, were all those things you said the other night, lies. I should have known. I think you'd better leave now." She picked up his clothes and held them out to him. Terror filled his eyes, his throat constricted and he couldn't speak. Then suddenly he burst out with, "NO PLEASE, I'm sorry, I'd give anything for the pleasure of licking you anywhere you choose. You're the most perfect woman I've ever seen. Please don't make me leave. I love you more than you could ever imagine."

He blurted it out before he had the chance to think what he was saying. Sherrie stopped in her tracks. A tense moment passed between them when neither spoke a word. Then Sherrie smiled her whole face lighting up. "Do you really? In that case you'd better stay but I warn you, if you're lying to me..." "I'm not, I swear I'm not. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. The greatest thing that could happen to me, is just being near you, anything else is a bonus."

Now she was beaming, her breathing was noticeably quicker as she heard what she needed to hear. That she was the most important woman in the world. That night, she made Brian lick her arsehole for an hour, insisting he push his tongue inside her. Then she made him lick her feet, her legs, and every other part of her body. As he did so, he kept up a muffled litany of her virtues, and the more complementary he was, the more excited she became.

He lost count of the number of orgasms she had. She seemed insatiable, his whole jaw ached from the effort of licking her, but it was nothing in comparison with the other, much more painful ache. After her latest orgasm, and the ensuing rest period, Sherrie jumped up and spoke. "I've made a decision." She announced "I'm going to let you fuck me. Would you like that?" Brian was stunned into temporary silence by her suggestion. Then kissed her feet and groveled as he told her how grateful he would be.

She accepted his submission for a while, then told him to lie on the bed. He did so, anticipating the moment of freedom for his genitals. But Sherrie had other ideas. She sat over him, and slowly slid his captive prick into her soaking wet pussy. Brian moaned. "Aren't you going to take the ring off?" He asked. "No of course not, do you want me to get all your sticky goo inside me, well do you?" She demanded. "No, of course I don't." He whispered dejectedly. Sherrie started grinding her hips in a steady rhythm and then Brian learned what the mirror at the headboard of the bed was for. As she stroked and fondled her own breasts, she stared enraptured at her own reflection.

During this narcissistic event Brian was permitted only to stroke her legs and recite her many virtues. She achieved several orgasms whereas Brian was in tears of agony at the aborted ejaculations he'd had.

When Sherrie was satisfied, she rolled from his body, and lay beside him. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" She whispered in his ear. Brian squeezed the tears of frustration from his eyes as he nodded assent. "You're still big. Would you like me to help you come?" He sprung into life and his face lit up as he asked, "Would you, oh yes please. I really would like this off me so I can finally come. Please..." "All right, I said I would didn't I, typical man only ever thinking of yourself." She climbed from the bed then turned and said, "Come on then, what are you waiting for?"

Brian was confused but followed her anyway. As he entered the bathroom, Sherrie was pulling rubber gloves onto her hands. He watched for a while finally asking her what she intended to do. "You don't expect me to touch that sticky mess with my hands, do you." Disappointed, he shook his head no then waited. She produced the key from somewhere, and released his tortured genitals. "Before we go any further, this goes back on when you're finished. Is that clearly understood? And try to aim properly, I don't want you spurting that stuff everywhere."

Grudgingly, Brian agreed, at least he was going to be allowed to come, and Sherrie was going to do it for him. She made him face the toilet, then standing behind him, she took hold of his, still throbbing, member and began pulling. In seconds Brian could feel the first drops of come forcing their way out. Then with a groan and a shudder that ran through his whole body, he jetted the sperm across the bowl and all down the open toilet seat. He kept pouring the come out jet after jet, until he could hardly stand from the loss of energy. It was as though his life force was spurting out of the end of his penis. As he finished, his legs gave way and he had to sit on the edge of the bath.

"That's disgusting, clean it up immediately." Sherrie ordered, as she threw the rubber gloves onto the floor. She walked out of the room in disgust. However, she soon returned and there was no trace of anger or disgust as she purred, would you like me to help you clean that?" She indicated his still dripping penis. Then, when we've replaced the ring you can lick me all over again. You'll enjoy that won't you?" Without waiting for an answer, she picked up a face cloth and ran it under the tap rubbing some soap onto it. As she'd proposed she cleaned him up and then fitted the ring back on. Brian thought about refusing, but one look at that wonderful face and he knew he could never refuse her anything.

The rest of the night was spent much as she'd suggested, Brian once more licked her body from toe to neck and she had several more orgasms before deciding it was time to go to sleep. He was wakened the following morning by Sherrie demanding that he fuck her immediately. Without waiting for his agreement, she climbed over his body and impaled herself on his morning erection. By the time she'd satisfied herself Brian was not only in agonies of frustration, he was also desperate to piss, and the second she climbed from his body he rushed into the bathroom. He had to wait an eternity for his erection to reduce so he could squeeze some piss past the ring, and when it finally did it felt almost as good as his intense if brief orgasm had felt on the previous night.

After breakfast, they spent the morning discussing clothes then Sherrie decided it was time for Brian to change his. He was forced to endure several changes before she settled on a black satin corset, fishnet stockings, - Brian didn't like the feel of these very much at all - three inch heeled red patent shoes - a perfect fit - a short red suede skirt and a white silk blouse. The only garment he really liked was the black silk panties she given him, although he did like the feel of the blouse where it touched his skin. And he was even getting used to the tightness of the corset, though to say he enjoyed it might be a slight exaggeration.

He was permitted, or maybe urged would be a more accurate description, to once again worship at the alter that was Sherrie during the afternoon, then too his disappointment, he was sent home on the pretext that Sherrie had to be up early in the morning. He had to settle for another lonely night in front of the television and an early night.

The next day he arrived at his office to find a woman waiting for him. She introduced herself as Rose and informed him that Sherrie had instructed her to give him a manicure. He was in no mood to argue so he held out his hand and sat passively while Rose did her magic. After more than half an hour of soaking, filing, sanding, buffing and god knows what else, she took out a bottle of nail polish. "Now just a minute," Brian began. "Don't worry, it's colorless." Rose assured him. Then as she painted the first nail she added, "These nails won't be long enough to color for several days yet."

Eventually, after three coats on each hand she declared him finished. He thanked her and was about to start on his work when she said, "I have to do your feet now." Brian stared as she walked out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a bowl filled with warm water. "You can soak in this for a while." She said as she placed the bowl at his feet. Brian had been thinking about the pedicure while she'd been gone. There was no way he could remove his shoes and socks, apart from the fact that this stranger would see he was wearing stockings, he'd be unable to remove those without first removing his trousers, and there was no way he'd be doing that in her presence.

At that precise moment Sherrie looked in on him. "Hello Rosey, how are you sweetheart? Is everything all right?" "Perfect thanks Miss Trent, I was just about to give Brian a pedicure." "Wonderful Rosey, you'll love that Brian, anyway, I won't disturb you any more. Brian, could you look in when Rosey's finished with you, no hurry, just when you have a few minutes to spare." Sherrie disappeared and that was Brian's cue to excuse him self briefly as well. He went straight to the men's room and removed the fishnet stockings, as always his determination to defy Sherrie crumbled to dust at the first sight of her.

Rose soaked his feet for quite a long time before starting on his toes, and Brian had to admit, so far the experience was enjoyable. Once she began on his toenails he relaxed and virtually ignored her as he tried to catch up on some of his reading. When next he looked down at his feet, he pulled them away in horror. Rose had already painted the nails on one of his feet and was just starting the other. "What are you doing?" He demanded. "I'm simply following instructions Brian, if you don't like the color tell Miss Trent, it was her idea, personally I prefer a more understated shade of red, but then, she's paying the bill." She waited patiently for a while, then asked, "Well, what's it going to be?" He wanted to tell her to remove the polish from the rest of his toes, but Brian knew that Sherrie would be disappointed and he couldn't bring himself to see that expression on her face. "Okay, " He said trying to sound casual, "You've started, you might as well finish now." "Thought you'd see it that way." Rose grinned knowingly and returned to her task.

When she left the room, Brian quickly pulled his socks over the offending nails. Then stepping into his shoes, he was about to go into Sherrie's office when it occurred to him that she would almost certainly ask to see his feet. So he made a detour into the men's room and replaced the fishnet stockings before going in to see her.

Sherrie looked up from the document she was reading, "Oh hi Brian, take a seat." She dropped the paper onto her desk and walked round to sit on the sofa beside him. "How did you enjoy the pedicure?" She smiled. Before he could answer she took his hands in hers and examined them critically, then added. "Well she's done a great job on your hands, if your feet are this good they'll look great. I think you'd better come round tonight so I can have a close look at them, I'll bet you look really sexy in that polish. I picked it out especially you know?" He didn't really hear what she said, once she'd suggested he should go and see her, his brain shut down briefly in anticipation. He was however aware that she'd said something that required a response so he nodded his head.

"By the way has Elizabeth been to see you yet?" Brian shook his head no. "Why would she visit me, I'm not sick?" Elizabeth was the company nurse. "I know that silly, I just asked her to come in and see you. She'll probably give you an injection. It's nothing to worry about. Have you seen the new designs for the men's clothing yet?" She asked changing the subject. Brian wanted to ask more about the injection but as always, she decided what the topic of discussion would be and he simply followed. "No, not yet." He replied. He watched the perfect symmetry of her behind and legs as she walked over to her desk to retrieve a folder. As she returned to her seat she reached over and patted his, now erect, penis. Smiling, she whispered, "Are you having sexy thoughts about me again? You'll have to tell me all about it tonight."

As predicted, Nurse Elizabeth was waiting in his office when he returned. She reminded Brian of the nurse he'd had at school, matronly and completely overbearing. With her usual economy of word and action she simply instructed him to roll up his sleeve, then she gave him the shot and left without so much as a good bye.

Over the next few weeks, things started to change for Brian. Firstly his home, Sherrie had insisted he move into the company apartment, which just happened to be in the same block as hers. When she suggested it, she said it would mean he could spend more time visiting her and it wouldn't be so far to go home. Brian knew that what she really meant was that she would be able to use him for her peculiar form of sexual gratification whenever she felt the desire. Although this also meant that he was now kept in an almost permanent state of arousal, - which Sherrie took as a personal compliment - Brian didn't really mind because he fell more and more deeply in love with Sherrie every time he saw her.

It was as if she'd become some sort of drug, which he was developing a resistance to and therefore needed more and more to satisfy his cravings. Speaking of drugs, the nurse came to his office every day to give him his injection. He'd asked her what was in the shot, but her only response was, "It's for your own good." By the end of the third week Brian was fairly certain it was hormones, he'd noticed some fairly radical changes in his body. The least worrying of these was the fact that he only needed to shave his face every three days now, and even then it wasn't all that noticeable.

Another change, this one far more important, was an increase in his chest size. Sherrie had said it was due to the corset training and re-shaping his body and she'd even had him fitted for several new corsets to compensate for his new found curves. He'd tried to hide his feminine shape by wearing baggy sweaters over his female underwear, but Sherrie soon insisted he wear the new unisex line which mostly comprised tight sweaters and fitted silk or satin blouses.

His fingernails were now impressively long and Rose paid him regular 'maintenance visits' as she called them. During these calls she would shape and buff them, then paint them the same color as his toenails. Once a week she would change the color on both and, since she was aware of his taste in clothing, it was always at a pre-arranged time, to allow him to remove his stockings before she called. Though far from delighted at the prospect of having his nails painted, Brian wasn't overly concerned since his social life these days was nonexistent. Every morning Sherrie's chauffeur would call for him, he'd be driven, with or without Sherrie, to work where he would enter his office though a private corridor. The only other people he saw were Rose, the nurse and Lynn. Incidentally, it transpired that Lynn had only asked him out on Sherrie's instructions, it seemed she wanted to make sure he was faithful.

On the Friday of the fifth week, as they were traveling home together, Sherrie said, "By the way Brian, I have to go away tomorrow, but I'll be back on Sunday and I want you to come round about 6.00pm. Oh and I hope you didn't have any plans for next week." "Not especially, why?" Brian asked. "I'm taking you away for the week, we're going to my health clinic." She became oddly aroused and began stroking his penis, which naturally reacted instantly. She kissed him and whispered, "It's going to be wonderful, you won't believe what they can do at that place." Though a little skeptical, Brian knew he had no choice but to go so he asked, "What do I need to pack?" "Nothing, they provide everything. I can't wait to get there." She kissed him again then rested her head on his shoulder.

As instructed, Brian knocked on her door at exactly 6.00pm on Sunday. She greeted him enthusiastically taking his hand and almost dragging him into the bedroom. She quickly stripped him down to his corset, - it was red satin tonight - and dark tan stockings. Then pushing him onto the bed, she removed her silk dressing gown to reveal black stockings supported by a black lace suspender belt. Even this brief glimpse of her body and sexy attire was enough to cause him to stand to attention. Sherrie squealed in delight and mounted him immediately.

As she took up her usual position, sitting on his cock her hands cupping her breasts as she stared at herself in the mirror, she moaned softly. "It's going to be wonderful Brian, after next week we can truly be one. Tell me how much you adore me." She demanded in more urgent tone. "You know I do, you're my whole reason for living, all I want to do is worship you," "Yes yess moore," "I dream of you each night, I imagine I'm lying here and you're making love to me," "Yes what else what else...?" "When I close my eyes all I can see is your perfect body, your wonderful face and glorious hair, no-one in the world could be as beautiful as you are. You're perfection, you..." "YEESSSS, YYYEEEESSSS AARRGGGHHHH YEESSS." She screamed as she erupted in orgasm before collapsing across Brian's frustrated body. "I love you Sherrie." He whispered. "I know you do." She replied before dozing off.

Since it was Sunday Brian was permitted to ejaculate in, what was now, the traditional way. With Sherrie standing behind him in the bathroom wearing a pair of rubber gloves. At her insistence, they went to bed early that night and Brian was permitted the honor of eating her pussy until she climaxed. Then he was instructed to sleep as they were starting early in the morning.

True to her word, Sherrie woke him at 5.00am. She was in such a rush she didn't even have time for her morning orgasm, though she made up for it in the limo' on the way to the clinic. They were on the road by 6.00am and arrived at the clinic about 2 hours later.

Brian was shown to his room by an efficient looking woman in a white starched uniform, which seemed to be the outfit worn by all the staff here, men and women. He was informed that he would be having a steam bath and massage at 9.00am and to be ready. Since there was nothing to do in his room, he was ready five minutes after he arrived, so he had to sit by his bed thumbing through a magazine until he was called for. That morning he was given a sauna, massage, facial and scalp rub. Then after a light healthy lunch, his body was covered in some sort of green mud and he was cocooned in towels and left for a couple of hours. As he was led back to his room, it suddenly struck him that the clinic was totally devoid of mirrors and he became genuinely concerned as to how Sherrie would be able to cope.

His next visitor was a woman with a tape measure. She carefully measured him from head to foot, including not only his chest measurement, but also the circumference of each breast. As well as his head size both horizontal and vertical. Brian had no idea what it was all about, but if the last five weeks had taught him anything, it was to accept the inevitable, whatever that may be.

After a dinner that was equally as healthy and boring as lunch, he was examined thoroughly by a doctor, at least that was what Brian assumed she was, she never actually said. The odd thing was, no one, from the masseur to the mud lady and the doctor, even raised an eyebrow when they saw the silver ring around his cock. In fact the doctor went as far as to admire it. A little later, Sherrie visited him, she sat beside his bed and held his hand and the expression on her face seemed so grave, he wondered if he should prepare himself for bad news. "It seems the hormones weren't quite as effective as we'd hoped," Had he needed it, this confirmed Brian's suspicions about the injections. "You still only have a 32c breast, so Marion has suggested we use implants. But don't worry, it only involves a small incision particularly since they don't need to be enlarged by all that much. Anyway, they've decided to do it first thing in the morning, along with a couple of other minor procedures. Obviously this means I won't see you at all tomorrow, but I'll be here when you waken the next day, Sleep well won't you?" She kissed him on the lips and walked out.

He watched her leave with the now mandatory erection that accompanied not only her walk, these days merely her presence was sufficient stimulation. He wanted to yell and scream, to demand to know what she thought she was doing to him. He even considered calling her back and refusing to co-operate, but he knew that the very sight of her lovely face would make refusal impossible so he turned his face into the pillow and wept quietly.

As promised, when he woke up Sherrie was sitting by his bed. She took his hand in hers and smiled sweetly. "How are you feeling?" She asked with what sounded like genuine concern. Apart from soreness around his breasts, Brian complained that his lips felt swollen. Sherrie smiled, "Silly, that's the collagen injections to thicken your lips, you'll soon get used to them. I'm afraid you can't see your new breasts yet, well you can see the shape of course, but apparently the dressing can't be taken off for a day or so. Oh yes, and don't worry if your groin area's a little tender," Brian felt a moment of panic and quickly felt for his penis breathing a sigh of relief when his fingers touched it. "It's just where they put the tubes or something in to suck out a little bit of excess flesh from your thighs. Anyway, I'd better leave you to get some sleep, the doctor's very pleased with the results and says you should be able to get up tomorrow." She kissed him on the cheek and left. Brian smiled as the familiar erection formed under his hand as he watched her walk out, obviously fatigue had kept it down until then.

The following afternoon the doctor removed the dressings to unveil her work. Brian was speechless; he'd been wondering why his nipples felt so sore, now he knew the answer. The doctor had somehow managed to gather up excess flesh to form quite impressive nipples. They were colored a darker brown than the rest of his breast, as was the areola, which measured over an inch across. She told him proudly that this coloring had been achieved by means of a laser and that he would be pleasantly surprised by the sensitivity of his nipples. As though to prove it she pinched one and was gratified by a sharp intake of breath from Brian. "There's only a tiny scar below the breast and that will soon heal, by the way, if, as we expect, the hormones continue to increase your breast size, you'll be able to have the implants removed in a few months. Now, do you have any questions?" Brian shook his head no. "Good, then I'll leave you to get some rest, I believe you have a hairdresser's appointment this afternoon.

As she'd said, Brian was taken to see the hairdresser straight after lunch, though it wasn't exactly like the barber's shop he'd been used to, the most noticeable difference was a total absence of mirrors yet again. A wig was placed on the counter and then, after washing his hair, the hairdresser colored it to match the wig. It only needed a slight adjustment since it was very similar in color. Then she began cutting it; Brian was horrified at the amount of hair falling from his head as she attacked it with her scissors. He told her to take it easy, but like all the other staff members at the clinic, she was completely impersonal and simply told him she knew what she was doing. A statement Brian questioned seriously since, when she'd trimmed his hair her liking she picked up the wig and began fitting it on his head.

He wondered why she'd gone to all the trouble of cutting his hair if she simply intended to hide it. But after a brief inspection, she began the painstaking task of threading his hair through holes in the headpiece of the wig. For the next 2 hours she worked on his head somehow weaving his own hair into the wig. Eventually, after brushing it out for him she declared it finished. "You'll find that this is exactly like your own hair, you can and in fact should wash it and condition it in precisely the same way, actually it might be better if you find a good hairdresser to do it. Obviously you'll need regular visits from one of our operatives to tighten the weave, but apart from that you'll never know the difference." With that she called for a nurse who escorted Brian back to his room. "A girl will be in shortly to see to your make up. If you need anything in the meantime, please call." "A mirror would be nice." Brian smiled. She simply ignored him and left the room.

It was a full half-hour before anyone else arrived. This time it was, as predicted, someone to apply his make up. She spent a great deal of time getting his face just right. Using an astringent or some such cream to clean his face thoroughly before she started the transformation. She even seemed to have some sort of color chart, which she was working from. Brian had little or no idea what she was using, but she seemed to need almost every article in her case. Foundations cream, blusher, powders, eye shadows, mascara, lip stick, lip gloss, eye liner in fact a whole array of items passed before his eyes before she finally nodded her approval and left.

The next arrival was empty-handed. Brian wondered what tortures she had in store for him, but he wasn't left wondering for long. Opening the cupboards and drawers she produced a complete outfit for him to wear. After stripping him naked, she fitted a new white lace corset around his body and laced it up as though to a predetermined measurement. White silk stockings were rolled up his legs and a pair of white lace panties pulled into place. He stepped into a white woolen dress, which the girl zipped up the back. It was quite low cut showing his, now ample, cleavage to perfection. The hem came down to just above the knee giving Brian the appearance of a businesswoman. After fitting four-inch heeled white leather shoes on his feet, the assistant joined the parade of passing helpers by leaving.

His final visitor was Sherrie, she took one look at him and ran over and hugged him. "I knew you'd look good but I never guessed you'd look this good, come on, it's time to leave." She took his hand and he obediently followed her down the corridor to the foyer of the clinic. They passed several people on the way, and each one seemed to stop in their tracks and stare, Brian was beginning to wonder just what awful things had been done to him, but he was still unable to find a mirror anywhere. They stepped into the lift and as if reading his mind, Sherrie produced a blindfold, which she secured in place over his eyes. "We don't want to spoil the surprise do we?"

She insisted he wear the blindfold all during the ride home, saying he might see his reflection in the window. As they drove into, what he correctly assumed was the underground car park of their apartment block, Brian hoped she might remove the blindfold, but she insisted on leaving it on all the way up in the lift. As they entered her apartment, Sherrie led Brian straight into the bedroom. She stood him in the middle of the room and began undressing him. At least she removed his dress, she left the corset, stockings and panties in place. He could hear a rustling, which he suspected was Sherrie removing her own clothing. She must be feeling horny, he decided. Then he felt her slide her hand into his and she reached across with her other hand and removed the blindfold.

Brian had to blink several times to correct his blurred and double vision. When he was sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, he stared at the reflection. There were two women standing side by side, holding hands. One of them, the one on the right, spoke, "Well, do you like it?" She seemed excited, but Brian didn't really hear her as much as lip-read. "I don't believe it." He saw the woman on the left mouth the words he spoke. "How...?" This time she pouted her lips as if she was blowing him a kiss.

He decided to look at them from a different angle and started at the feet. Both women wore white four-inch stiletto heeled shoes, they both had on white silk stockings and white lace panties. Both wore beautiful white lace corsets, which emphasized their perfect figures and full breasts. They also had the same thick wavy blonde hair, which cascaded over their alabaster shoulders and framed perfect faces, both of which were Sherrie.

Brian continued to stare at the mirror. Sherrie had performed the ultimate homage for a narcissist, she'd created a perfect copy of the thing she loved most in the world, herself. As she watched Brian's face for a reaction, his eyes glazed over and tears began to form in the corners. He was overcome with joy, at least, Sherrie thought he was.

The End.