Chapter 2

‘Welcome to our new colleague Denise’

“You can wear my royal blue cardigan as
well as it goes nicely with your eyes” - Chapter 4

Denis had to admit to himself that he was quite excited by the prospect that was facing him as he arrived at work on 21 May 2004, and he was also enjoying being the centre of attention by his workmates. As he walked along the street from the tube station he was also conscious of his hairless legs which provided a new and a pleasant sensation for his limbs. Similarly, he was aware of the plastic sleepers in his ear lobes, which no longer hurt his ears. He arrived at the office at his usual time but found all five of his workmates waiting for him. He also noted with amusement that someone had even changed the sign on his desk to read Denise Simons.

Jane was scheduled to begin the day’s proceedings and as soon as he had taken off his coat she handed him a pair of knickers and then some elastic control pants.

‘I want you to go to one of the store rooms and get completely undressed and then put them both on’ she said, ‘try and tuck your penis in between your legs if you can so there will be no danger of it showing as a bulge when you put on a skirt.’

‘I’ll do my best,’ he answered, and did so with a little discomfort.

She stood outside him holding a white satin dressing gown and a pair of furry slippers.

‘When you've finished, put these on and come out. If you pass out Denis’s clothes to me I will stow them in your locker for you.’

He did as he was told and emerged feeling a little embarrassed.

‘Don’t look so worried,’ said Jane cheerfully, ‘we'll soon fix you up with a pair of breasts and thereafter you can be officially regarded as ‘she’ for the remainder of the day.’

He was instructed to lay on his back on a table whilst Jane brought out two silicone breast forms and placed each one on his chest. Once they were in the correct position she carefully drew around their outlines. She then took them off and she stuck four pieces of sticky tape with Velcro on one side, around each of his nipples. These would take the weight of the new breasts. Next she spread adhesive just inside the outlines and around the edges of each breat. After a minute or two she carefully placed each breast on to his chest.

‘Right Denis, I want you to hold each one in place for the next five minutes whilst I work round the edges making sure that they are stuck down properly.’

He followed her instructions whilst Jane smoothed down the edges all the way round and carefully disguised all trace of the joins with some skin coloured makeup and so they became virtually invisible.

‘Alright, I think you can sit up now and let go of them.’

The two breasts flopped down tugging his skin with them, but they remained securely affixed to his chest. Jane smiled as she admired her handiwork.

‘Alright then, from now onwards we'll all be calling you Denise rather than Denis and referring to you as she rather than a he.’

Denise blushed but she did not argue the matter.

‘Your new breasts should be quite secure by now, and they should stay in place even if you have a shower after work. Remember that they're stuck on with superglue and cannot just be peeled off. You'll need to use a special solvent when you come to take them off, otherwise it'll be quite painful and there's also a chance you will tear them or your skin.’

What most surprised Denise was the fact that her breasts seemed to have grown as she sat up and had created some cleavage out of the loose skin covering her chest. They also wobbled as she moved around.

‘I think you'd better start wearing a bra now, as you're going to need to get used to the added weight in time for this evening.’

Jane showed Denise the right way to put on a bra and how to adjust the straps so that her breasts were both comfortable and yet under control.

‘Next we'll see if we can do anything to improve the shape of your hips and buttocks.’

She proceeded to insert various shaped pieces of foam padding between Denise’s two pairs of knickers, making sure that they looked convincing. When she was satisfied she handed Denise a camisole top to put on, and called for Helen to come in.

‘She looks pretty good, but let's just check that the dress still fits alright and does not give away her false boobs.’

Denise stepped into her party dress and it was zipped up for her. It seemed to fit perfectly, and from the front it showed off a little or her cleavage, but looked exactly as if they were natural breasts. She was asked to move around and to sit down and it took her a little time to get used to the additional weight of the breasts. However after a few minutes Helen and Jane pronounced themselves to be satisfied with her appearance, and the dress was taken off and returned to its hanger. Denise felt a little self-conscious dressed only in her bra and knickers and so put on the dressing gown again.

As soon as Jane was finished Mary came in to admire Denise’s new shape and also to replace the plastic sleepers in her ears with pearl earrings.

‘I'm putting these in now so you can get used to them,’ she said, ‘there's a matching pendant and bracelet that you can use later on.’

It was a little bit painful as each earring was inserted, and her ears were again sprayed with antiseptic, but the pain soon disappeared and Denise was conscious of them dangling as she moved her head, and quite enjoyed the feeling.

Sarah had previously worked as a hairdresser, and so it was her task to attach extensions to the roots of Denise’s natural blonde hair in such a way that they were indistinguishable from her own hair. These consisted of little swatches of hair bonded to keratin tips. Sarah attached them to tufts of Denise’s own hair by means of a heat sealer, close to her scalp, so the joins were not visible.

‘These should remain quite secure. You will then be able to brush the extensions as if they were your own hair, using a special brush that I'll loan you,’ commented Sarah.

It was a skilled task which took nearly two hours to complete. Once she'd finished, she washed and trimmed Denise’s hair and put it up in rollers. Whilst Sarah was working on the hair Sue came in and put a face pack on her young friend, and then began to manicure and shape the cuticles of her nails. Once this was done she proceeded to stick on acrylic extensions and hide the joins. Denise was not in a position to see what was going on with her hair and nails, but she could feel as Sue put on several coats of varnish, and proceeded to trim and paint her toenails. After it had been in place for more than an hour, Sue cleaned off the face-pack and then proceeded to tidy up her eyebrows.

It was lunch-time before Sue was finished and Sarah had put rollers in her hair, and so they agreed to take a short break to eat sandwiches and drink some tea, but before doing so they covered Denise’s hands in some cotton gloves so that she could not see them, and they also covered the mirror with a sheet.

‘But I wanted to see how I was getting on,’ said Denise.

‘Believe me, you look fine, but I'd rather that you waited until we're finished, and then you can have the full effect all at once,’ said Sue.

After lunch, once she was sure that the toenails were dry, Sue handed to Denise a pair of tights and showed her how to put them on without laddering them. This was no easy task for Denise who was still wearing cotton gloves and was not used to the long fingernails underneath, but, with Sue’s help, she eventually managed to do so. She enjoyed the sensation of wearing tights which provided a firm but soft feeling on her smooth legs particularly when she crossed them.

Denise was now called through to another room where she sat in a chair and was covered by a make-up cape. Once again the mirror had been covered by a dust sheet so that she could see nothing of how she looked. Sarah took out the rollers and then brushed her hair into a style. Sue proceeded to apply the makeup for her friend. Firstly she put on some foundation and blusher, before outlining her lips in dark red with a small brush and using a brighter lipstick for the remainder. She then worked carefully on Denise’s eyes using both eye shadow and liner. Finally she brushed mascara into the lashes.

‘You're lucky to have such lovely long lashes,’ she commented. ‘I'm using quite thick mascara, to build them up and so attract attention to your eyes.’

Sue finished her task with a few dabs of face powder and a squirt of perfume behind each ear.

‘Can we come in and see how things are going yet?’ asked Jane.

‘No, you'll all have to wait a little while whilst I blindfold Denise, and help her put on her dress and shoes and jewellery and then you can all have a look at the same time’.

The others agreed, and ten minutes later a blindfolded Denise was standing in front of a full length mirror, and her workmates were permitted to enter the room with their eyes closed and stand behind her. As soon as everyone was in place Denise’s blindfold was removed and simultaneously the others were told by Sue that they could open their eyes. A collective gasp of disbelief went up throughout the room.

‘Denise, you look so lovely,’ said Jane. 'Nobody could ever doubt that you were a woman.'

Her colleagues all signalled their surprise and agreement.

Denise blushed brightly but also smiled, unable to take her eyes off her image in the mirror. When at last she was able to do so, it took her some time to get used to the variety of new feelings; the earrings dangling from her lobes, her long hair on the back of her neck, or her breasts which gently moved as she did. The next ten minutes were spent admiring every aspect of her appearance and Helen said how impressed she was by the work of her staff. Sue had brought in her digital camera and took a series of photographs of Denise alone and also together with her workmates. All present agreed that she ought to have no problems convincing the club employees that she was a woman.

‘As long as you take care with how you walk around, and what you say, you should have no difficulty tonight,’ said Sue.

‘I would like to give you a small assignment to perform tonight to demonstrate how convincing you are,’ said Jane.

‘I thought that I was expected to gain entry to the club and remain undiscovered,’ she answered.

‘Yes, but once you are inside the club, there's one other task that I'd like you to perform,’ said Jane. ‘If you're successful I will find a suitable reward for you.’

‘What kind of task?’ asked Denise, suspiciously.

‘I'll be introducing you to my sister Samantha tonight, and will tell her you are a newcomer to the office, so she'll have no idea who you are or that you were once called Denis. She's going to be one of my two bridesmaids in a week’s time. I want you to find out from her what colour underwear she'll be wearing at the forthcoming wedding.’

The others all laughed.

‘You can’t expect me to ask that of someone I've never met before,’ said Denise. ‘She will think I am some kind of pervert.’

‘I don’t think so,’ said Jane, ‘but I leave it up to you. If you're able to answer my question correctly when we meet next I promise that I'll give you a nice prize.’

Helen gently reminded her staff that in spite of the interesting events there was still work to do, and so Denise changed out of the dress and put on the skirt and blouse for the remainder of the afternoon.

The list compiled by Jane had ensured that many small details had not been forgotten. Helen had provided her with a coat to wear and a small handbag. Mary had bought her a purse for the evening and Sarah a hairbrush. Sue had purchased various items of makeup that she would need. Jane had even been out and bought her a cheap ladies watch and key-ring with the name Denise on a tag.

‘It is only a small detail but it will add to the overall effect,’ she said.

Denise therefore transferred her cash and bank card to the purse, which she put in the bag together with the makeup and hair brush. However she found her usual bunch of keys a little too bulky for the ring, and as the bag was now quite full, she left her home keys and the remainder of Denis’s belongings in his locker, and added the locker key to her new ring.

For the next two hours the others did their best to advise Denise about her speech and deportment, they particularly encouraged her to walk in the two inch heels, and showed her how to deal with her hair, but no-one seemed to be worried that she would give herself away.

After work, she carefully packed up her new dress, shoes and a spare set of underclothes in an overnight case loaned by Jane, and set off with Sue to her flat, which was a short bus ride away. It was the first time she'd set foot in public dressed as a woman, and at first she was a little nervous, but quickly gained confidence, and was pleased to see that she received several admiring glances from men. When they arrived at Sue’s flat, Denise was shown where to hang her clothes, and the two young women had some tea together whilst they discussed the arrangements for later that evening.

‘You'll be sleeping on our foldaway bed in the lounge tonight,’ said Sue, ‘I've put out a towel and wash bag and also a pair of my pyjamas for you to wear, but I'm afraid they are a little girlie.’

‘Don't worry,’ commented Denise. ‘I am getting quite used to wearing girlie things.’

‘Just in case we should become separated tonight, here's a spare front door key. All you need to do is to use cold cream to take off your make-up and put yourself to bed. Alison, my flat mate, is away all weekend.’

Denise took the key and carefully added it to her new key ring, but as she did so commented: ‘I've every intention of staying very close to you tonight, there's no way that I'm going to travel back on my own.’

‘I would advise you to go to the loo before we leave, and then not drink too much this evening,’ said Sue. ‘In the meanwhile I'm just going to have a quick shower as it is my period. When you have changed your dress, come into my room and I'll show you how to repair your makeup.’

‘Fifteen minutes later Denise knocked on her friend’s door and was invited in. She was surprised and quite pleased to find her friend only partly dressed and apparently quite un-self-conscious about her visitor’.

‘You can help me choose what to wear tonight Denise, which of these tops looks best on me?’

Ten minutes later the two girls sat down together in front of a mirror and Sue gave her friend her first lesson about putting on her make-up.

‘I only have time to go through the basics, but I can show you enough for you to be able to check your own makeup during the evening and make any necessary repairs. I’ll show you the remainder another time.’

‘What makes you think there will be another time?’ said Denise.

‘Oh I think you've been enjoying yourself so far today, and if this evening is a success, you're bound to want to try again.’

Denise smiled. ‘Well see’.

By about seven-thirty the two girls were dressed, made up and putting on their coats for the walk to the tube station. As they were about to leave Sue gave her friend a hug, touching her cheek with her own and whispered, ‘Good luck Denise, you look really smashing.’

Denise visibly brightened with pleasure.

‘Thanks so much for all your help,’ she replied. ‘I think I'm going to enjoy myself tonight and I'll try not to let you down.’

(Next time - Denise discovers the answer to one secret but is worried in case her friends give away another one.)