Synopsis: After being tricked into an undercover assignment involving roles of a more feminine nature, Dirk, now Tiffany, and Matt, now Brenda both begin to find out just what they stepped into....

 

Runway
By
Arecee

Chapter 3

Dirk’s training continued and as a result had become a very exciting young woman. He was going to make a considerable splash in the world of modeling and could not wait to begin his undercover work. Dirk’s femininity had become a learned experience from the constant training he was receiving from Maria. His sessions would last for hours until he got the lesson right and was becoming more comfortable with his new role and sexual identity. Dirk had finally broken down his prejudiced walls and was beginning to have fun with his part as Tiffany. His final day at the training center had come.

Matt’s training had also continued except it was different from Dirks. Matt was becoming Brenda, an attractive young woman on the bottom rung of a ladder trying to climb to success. Matt’s training consisted of being with Maria’s assistant and mimicking her in normal everyday living. While Dirk was learning the subtleties of modeling, Matt was living as a woman. Whenever Jenny did something, Matt did the same thing. Whether it was eating, walking, or shopping - Matt was there. In his case, there was no posing to try to look pretty, or to walk as models walked - Matt had become a woman by living as one. Whenever he made a mistake, Jenny would try to correct him. Maybe his walk was not right or some other gesture, but as the months passed, so did the criticism, which virtually disappeared, Matt was truly evolving into a pretty woman. Jenny had done her work well by befriending Matt. The two had become the very best of friends. They began sharing their most intimate thoughts with each other. All of which had brought Matt to ask Jenny if he was making the right decision about his hormones.

“Jenny, I have to ask you something that is really important to me. Please, promise to be honest with me?” Matt said, as the two girls sat to eat lunch.

“Brenda, you’re my best friend in the whole world! I would never be anything but honest with you. Is there something wrong?” Jenny asked.

“It’s just...,” Matt stifled some tears, “I want to actually become a woman! Its way beyond this assignment! It’s a need, a craving, it just feels so right to me! It is me! I want to continue taking my hormone treatment and eventually transition through surgery.”

Jenny struggled a moment to say it. “You mean…even after the assignment is over?”

“Yes.”

“Have you told Dirk?”

“No, and I don’t think I will. Being who he is, I don’t think he would understand why I would want to do this. He is doing a wonderful job as Tiffany! But for him it’s just a role he’s playing. For me, it’s more than just a role - I’ve become Brenda! I found that this is my one true calling in life and that I love being her! It’s as if I have finally found my purpose in my life! I have finally become me!”

Matt just stood there with his hands shaking. His eyes glistened as they searched Jenny’s for acceptance.

“Oh Brenda, “ Jenny poured out in sympathy as she gently hugged Matt. “This is a such a serious decision to make hon.”

They swayed slightly back and forth as they held each other for that timeless moment. Jenny pushed Matt’s chin up looking straight at him. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Matt nodded as they pulled apart.

“More than anything! I’ve been going through this life like everything was a joke. Now that I have found my purpose, this direction I’m taking - I don’t ever want to lose that! I can’t!”

Matt, rather Brenda, as he now considered himself a she, obviously paused so as not to choke and gathered her voice.

“I love being me!”

Jenny reached and took Brenda’s hands in hers and said, “I’m always here for you. I love you Brenda! I will do anything for you! You’re going to make a beautiful woman and one that I’ll be honored to have as a friend.”

A tear formed in Brenda’s eye and ran down her cheek. The both of them smiled and hugged again if they were lost sisters finally reuniting after long years of absence! Brenda knew she was lucky to have a friend as true as Jenny!

“The hardest part of all of this is still ahead of me.” Brenda said, regaining control of her emotions. “ I have to inform my family of my decision to become a woman. I’m so afraid of what they are going to say and how they will react to me. I mean, I told them about what we were doing this as far as the disguises were concerned and my mom laughed saying that I would learn how hard being a woman really was. She said that when I finally married I would have an inside appreciation for all the time and work women took to look good. We both laughed when I told her how much waxing hurt. It was all a little joke then. But now, when I’m thinking of telling her I want my own breasts, ones that don’t come off with solvent, and the complete package.. I’m just not sure how she will react.”

“You should tell her the truth and just be honest with her. Be her daughter and be proud of who you are.”

“I will be proud Jenny, I’m just so afraid of what they are going to say.”

“It’s so hard to imagine all the things someone may or may not say, If I were you, I would wait until after your assignment is over so that way you will have a clear focus of what to say and how you will say it to her. Who knows? You might even change your mind and go back to being Matt the surfer dude,” giggled Jenny.

Brenda shook her head in a smiling no.

“That part of me is in the past Jen.” Brenda chuckled. “But maybe you are right about my waiting until the assignment is over and not rush into exposing myself too hastily. Maybe I’ll just talk to my mom about pretending to be a girl first and get her used to my really being this way.”

“That’s not a bad idea! And if you do change your mind, the disguise just goes away. But if you do go through with this, at least by then your family will have become somewhat used to it.”

“I hope so.”

Jenny just smiled.

“Brenda, we should change our clothes. Maria and I have a surprise for both you and Tiffany. Tonight is the last bit of training that you will have before going to New York City. We’re going to go out as four girl friends, dancing.”

“Dancing? Like with men? Oh my God, I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

Jenny giggled. “Of course you are girlfriend! You’re more than ready, you’re a confident beautiful woman who is sure of herself and you should show yourself off.”

“But I don’t want anything to do with men! I’m not gay!”

“I know you’re not gay, silly, you’re a girl now and girls interact with guys! What do you think is going to happen while you’re on this assignment anyways? Do you think men are going to simply ignore you? That isn’t going to happen! You’re a very attractive woman now Brenda, and men are going to be looking at you! So get used to having their attention.” Jenny comforted her friend again. “Look. All we’re going to do is go dance and flirt a little. Maria and I won’t let anything happen to you that you don’t want to happen. Just pick out a dress and it doesn’t have to be too sexy. I’ll help you with your makeup too. Tonight is going to be your special night.”

Jenny led a reluctant Brenda to her own wardrobe to look for a dress. Brenda picked through her rather large selection of clothes until she settled for a rather conservative black dress.

“I think I’ll wear this one,” stated Brenda.

“Are you kidding Brenda? We’re going out to attract men, not go to church!” Jenny giggled as Brenda opened her mouth and stopped before saying something. “Here, let me look at what you have in here. Hmm…no, not quite right,” Jenny said as she fingered her way back through the rack of clothes before one really caught her attention. “Oh yes. This one is just perfect,” she said as she held up a tiny little teal number with spaghetti straps up in front of Brenda.

“Oh my God, I can’t wear that!” Brenda furiously blushed. “The only reason I bought that one was to try it on inside here alone.”

“Please? Try it on… for me?” Jenny’s softly begged.

Brenda hesitated and stammered, “Please Jenny! This dress is way too sexy! Guys will be all over me!”

“How do you know? You’ve never been out as a woman with guys before.”

“Because I tried it on and looked at myself in the mirror. Even I wanted to attack myself.”

“Good!” Jenny grinned. “That’s what we want! Now go change.”

Brenda fumed as she changed into the wispy little dress and nervously went back to rejoin Jenny.

“Oh Brenda, that’s perfect! You’re simply gorgeous in that!”

“But I think too much of my legs are showing.”

“Girl, with legs like that you can never not show too much of a good thing. Here, step into these sandals and let me take a good look at you.”

Brenda did as asked and Jenny buckled the four-inch heels around each ankle.

“God Brenda, I’m so jealous! It’s not fair for a boy to be prettier than me. Now take everything off and go take a bath. We’re going to do this right. This is your coming out party and I want everything to be perfect. If you really do decide that you want to become a woman, then this will be more than just a learning experience. Being a woman means that you can pamper yourself, look beautiful, and not feel guilty about it. Enjoy this night girlfriend!”

Brenda removed her clothes and went to bathe.

During this time, Maria was informing Tiffany that she too was going out to interact with men for the first time.

“I won’t do it Maria! I won’t go out dancing!”

“Why not? You’re a beautiful woman now Tiffany. Why wouldn’t you want to go?”

“Because I’m a man damn it!! I’ll be damned if I’m going to let some pervert touch me!! Fuck this! Fuck all of it!” Tiffany swore.

“Watch your mouth young lady! When we started this way back when, I warned you not to cross me. Up until this moment, you could have stopped this assignment at any time! Well that’s just too damn bad! You had your choice and all the chances in the world. Well it’s just too damn late for that now! I didn’t spend the last five months teaching you to become a woman so you could suddenly turn into some kind of prima donna bitch! You are going to become a supermodel as part of this assignment or I’ll bust you so hard for breach of contract with the FBI you’ll get used to spending time in a federal pen trying to model for inmates! And I don’t think clothing will matter much to them!” Maria angrily spat.

Regaining her composure she continued, “Part of being a sexy woman is to excite men, like it or not. If you think you’re just going to walk a runway and hide in a room somewhere, you can just get that idea out of your head right now! You have to become a whole person — a woman, not just some figment of your own imagination. And part of that is interacting with men. All we will do is go dancing and have some fun - not go to bed with them! Unless that’s what you want? Do I make myself clear?” Maria finished with a hint of rage in her voice.

“But I didn’t think guys were going to be part of this!” Tiffany whimpered.

“Dirk, for this assignment, you’re not a man anymore. You’re a woman! Guys are part of being what you are training for. You don’t have to sleep with them or even kiss them, just be sociable.”

“Alright, I’ll give it a try.”

“Good girl! Now tonight is going to be fun! Just remember to smile a lot. Now let’s get you dressed.” Maria continued as she led Tiffany back through the hallway, “I know just the dress for you to wear to. Go take a bath first and use the shower cap hanging by the towels. We don’t want you to get your hair wet or will lose time. Now shoo!” Maria motherly commanded as her anger faded away.

Maria knew just the dress she wanted Tiffany to wear. It was a red satin one with a collar and sleeveless. She helped Tiffany into it. The fabric gathered as it flowed down over Tiffany’s breasts and then across her back with crossing straps and then came back below her navel. The dress allowed her waist to show from down below her breasts. It finished as a skirt starting at mid thigh on one side and going to her knee on the other. Tiffany was going to cause quite a stir tonight!

Maria and Jenny, not wanting to take any chances with the girls, did their makeup for them. Brenda and Tiffany would both shine tonight! After they were finished, the girls dressed and soon all four women were on their way to an exclusive dance club for an evening of fun.

Maria drove them in her Lexus 300 since it would be the most comfortable car for all of them to ride in. She pulled up beside the curb for the valet parking. The car doors were promptly opened by the valets to allow the girls to exit. Tiffany swung her nude hose clad legs from the car and placed her red stiletto heels on the pavement as the crowd watched her rise from the car.

“Who’s that?” asked a group of girls waiting entry to the club.

“She must be a model,” whispered one, “She’s so gorgeous!”

The other girls exited the car and gathered around Tiffany as they walked toward the entrance of the club. The doorman opened the door for their group, no waiting for them. Women this pretty waited for no one!

Maria spotted a table and the girls were quickly seated. Since neither Brenda nor Tiffany had reached their twenty-first birthday and their identity packets containing their new ID and legal paperwork had accidentally been left behind at the office, Maria decided that soft drinks would be best. Another small detail that she had forgotten about which would have to be rectified in the morning.

The girls were creating quite a stir among the men in the club. Jenny was wearing the traditional LBD and, since she was the bustiest of the girls, she wasn’t afraid to show her cleavage. Maria wore a white dress to show off her tan from sunbathing and she did look good. Brenda looked sexy as hell in her teal dress and heels.

Looking innocently naughty, men were queuing up for an opportunity to ask Brenda for a dance. Tiffany was the star though, as she walked through the club. Standing at six foot-three in her four-inch heels, Tiffany was every inch the international beauty queen. Her skin was showing where her dress meant for it to show. Amazingly though, she seemed to move with the grace of a cat along the dance floor. This was going to be an interesting evening.

“Do you remember what we taught you about dancing?” Maria asked both girls.

“Yes, I’ll be fine,” Brenda smiled.

“I’ll be okay as long as the guys keep their hands off of me,” responded Tiffany.

“Well if some guy accidentally touches you don’t freak out. Remember, you’re a woman and lots of men will want to touch you, but will be afraid to. That’s why we came to this club, because it’s safe,” stated Maria.

Jenny was the first asked to dance. The music was fast with a heavy beat. Jenny was led away by a well dressed man. Brenda was the next asked and she looked towards Maria for guidance. She nodded her head as if to say, “Go ahead,” so Brenda let herself be cautiously led off by a nice looking man in a suit. Maria went next, leaving Tiffany to fend for herself. It didn’t take long before an extremely handsome man asked her to dance.

“Would you like to dance?” asked the man.

Tiffany looked toward the voice and saw the piercing steel blue eyes looking at her. She trembled, not because she was asked to dance, but because she was suddenly taken aback by the shock of how handsome this man was. This, being the first time ever she had experienced such an emotion from looking at a man, left her quite flustered.

“I, I, uh, yes,” she answered.

The man reached for her hand. Tiffany really didn’t want to touch the man, but allowed him to take her hand in his. She noticed how her smallish hand and slender fingers gloved into his large oversized hand. The firmness, warmth, and gentleness with which the man was exuding upon her from this simple contact as she stood up confused her! Tiffany was having a feminine moment and it scared her! She should have been repulsed by this man’s touch! But she wasn’t! She felt a mix of emotions: Ashamed, because she knew what she was underneath all of the glitz she wore, and she felt a glow within her spread as she found herself appreciating having this man’s attention.

They started to dance - Tiffany the model and he a gorgeous stud several inches taller than her. They looked so good together out on the floor dancing that they could have come from a picture from a magazine advertisement. The dancing continued until Tiffany finally decided to rest her legs. High heels while dancing was a new experience and her feet were protesting loudly. John, the man who had charmed her into dancing, led her back to her table. Upon helping her sit down to rest, he pardoned himself to go fetch them both something to drink. Tiffany was soon joined at the table by both Jenny and Maria. Brenda was still dancing! And she looked as though she would continue for the rest of the night!

“Tiffany, who was that hunk you were dancing with?” asked Maria.

Tiffany felt her face turning several shades of red. Remembering that was bound and determined not to enjoy this evening she tried to maintain a neutral face. As soon as she began to open her mouth, she couldn’t hold it. Something inside her compelled her to admit she was having fun. She was actually becoming attracted to her dance partner. She bit her lip, stopping herself.

“That’s John,” she replied.

Maria could see Tiffany’s discomfort and knew why. She could tell that Tiffany was enjoying herself with John even if she wouldn’t admit it. Maria was about to tease her about it, but suddenly thought better of it. This had been a huge breakthrough for Dirk in becoming the beautiful woman he was portraying. Maria decided to encourage him instead.

“You know, you’re very lucky to have found such a handsome dance partner, I’m jealous,” Maria said.

“You can have him if you’d like?” Tiffany dejectedly replied.

“Silly. We girls always say something like that. I would never try to take another girls date away! Aren’t you having fun?”

“No. Well, Yes. I didn’t think I would but I guess so. I thought dancing with a man would feel absolutely disgusting, but it doesn’t.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to worry? You’re finally letting your guard down and beginning to see just how much fun being a girl can really be.”

Tiffany sighed. “Maria, you’re right. It is sort of fun, in a different kind of way. I mean, being with someone, even if it is a man, isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Of course, John didn’t try anything out of line like I was sort of expecting to happen. Somehow, I lost track of the time and its starting to get late.”

Tiffany lowered her head, obscuring her face some.

“Well don’t go falling in love. Remember, you have to go to New York City next week,” teased Maria.

Tiffany jerked her head up with a shocked look that should have been a Kodakâ„¢ moment to treasure.

“Oh my God!!!!” giggled Tiffany, ”No freakin’ way!!! Hell no!”

Tiffany kept giggling in a feminine gesture. That wasn’t lost on Maria as she observed her charge.

Brenda had danced with many men this night but one finally managed to dance with her for several dances in a row. She seemed to be enjoying herself much the way she did when she had been Matt. She would laugh, giggle, and when the guy said something she would respond and appeared very much interested in whatever he happened to be talking about. Brenda then allowed him lead her to the bar for some refreshment. He gently took her hand in his and led her from the dance floor.

Upon reaching the bar, the man didn’t let go of Brenda’s hand. Nor did she make any effort to try to remove her hand from his. She seemed to revel in this feeling of femininity and being held by a man! The drinks were placed in front of them. Only then did he then let go of her hand so that he could serve her drink. He then took his drink in one hand and, placing his free hand around Brenda’s waist, pulled her tight to his side. Things were moving fast now and Brenda didn’t know how to react!. She knew this was wrong and yet she wanted it to happen. She liked being a woman and she loved having this man pursue her! It tickled something inside her! Yet she could not deny this feeling of enjoyment though. She looked up to thank the man for her drink and before she could get a single word out, she found her lips being firmly pressed against another set! Time stood still for what seemed an eternity as the stars stopped shooting in her vision and she found herself melting in this man’s grasp. His tongue was beginning to work its way into her mouth between her lips as they kept pushing together and slightly apart, slowly, in a rhythym.

“Mmmph,” she said as she pushed them herself from him. Trying to catch her breath she exasperated, “What do you think you’re were just doing?”

“Kissing the prettiest girl in the room,” replied the man.

“But I don’t even know you!” Brenda flustered back quickly.

“My name is Mark. Look. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so forward and done that. Will you please find it within your heart to somehow forgive me?” Mark asked with sad puppy dog eyes.

Mark looked so cute that Brenda couldn’t help herself, “I guess I will this time MARK. But you had better behave yourself,” she giggled.

Mark placed his hand around Brenda’s waist again and she around his as they walked to find an empty table to sit and rest. Brenda was really getting caught up in being a girl and was loving every minute of it! She found that she was having different feelings about things in general than she had felt back when she was just plain old Matt. She liked being with a man and she had no guilt or disgust about it. Why should she? She was a woman.

Brenda and Mark finished their drinks and returned to dancing. The couple danced for around another hour and then decided to take a break again. Brenda’s feet had been hurting her intensely this past hour and she knew her dancing for the night had come to an end. Four-inch heels may be nice to look at, but they sure are a bitch for hours of nonstop dancing! Mark escorted Brenda back to a seat in a quiet part of the club and sat down beside her.

“Brenda, this is the most fun I’ve ever had here. And, I must admit, you’re a great dancer,” said Mark.

“Thank you Mark. I’ve been having fun all night.” Brenda sweetly replied.

“I’d like to see you again, that is, If it’s possible? You’re beautiful, wonderful, and a special girl to me. And you’re great fun to be with. May I take you out for dinner next week?” Mark pleaded.

Brenda considered carefully how she would answer that. After a moment she said, ”Mark, I’d love that. But I have to go to New York to start my new job at the end of the week.”

“I have to go to New York every once in a while. May I keep in touch with you?”

“Of course you can! Give me your number and I’ll call you when I get settled in.”

Mark handed Brenda his card. He then took her face in his hand and pulled her face toward his.

“May I?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, just as their lips touched. That warm softness enveloped Brenda once again as she allowed the kiss to linger even more this time. Mark, as gentle as he had been with Brenda, wanted more. But he knew that she would be put off if he were to rush things. Brenda was special and he knew it! “Best to take my time with her,” he thought. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her!”

It was getting late and Maria decided it was time for them to go home. Maria had Tiffany and Jenny wait at the table while she searched for Brenda. When she finally found her in the corner with Mark, they were lip-locked in a steamy, passionate kiss. “My, my, my! Our little Brenda certainly doesn’t waste any time with men,” Maria observed.

Maria walked up to the love struck couple and said, “Brenda, we’ve got to get going now.”

Brenda looked up and saw Maria. Brenda knew at once her lipstick was smeared and that Maria had seen her kissing Mark!

“Um, okay. Let me say goodnight,” Brenda responded as her face turned a fiery red.

Brenda was embarrassed. She knew she had pushed this thing too far and Maria had caught her in the embrace of another man. It felt so wonderful and right for her to do what she had done, yet she couldn’t understand her frustration and feeling that she should be ashamed. For what? Any other girl would have done what she had, so why not her? What the heck? Maria had helped turn her into the woman she is now and she, of all people, should understand why she did what she was doing with Mark! On the other hand, maybe she would be angry for her kissing Mark. “After all,” she thought, “I am still a man, at least physically. Shit! I probably do deserve what she’s going to say to me!” Brenda’s mind raced wildly with doubts.

“Okay, kiss your friend goodnight and we’ll be waiting for you over at our table,” Maria winked.

Brenda felt a sudden relief flow throughout her. Maria didn’t mind her kissing Mark! In fact, she had told her to kiss him goodnight! God… life is good!

Brenda turned to face Mark and said, “Goodnight Mark. I promise, I will call you.”

She then pulled his face to hers and kissed him once again. This kiss held much more passion than all the ones before. Brenda knew she was doing the right thing by becoming a woman!

Brenda joined the other girls and, together, the foursome left the club giggling and talking about their evening. Maria decided not to say anything to Tiffany or Jenny about Brenda’s behavior. That would be something Brenda would have to tell them for herself. Maria was proud of the job she had done with the both of them; especially the progress she had made with Tiffany! She had finally made Tiffany relax a little and have some fun as a woman. She was a little apprehensive about Brenda though. Brenda was going much too fast, even for a real girl and might get hurt if she wasn’t careful. Maria then decided she was going to have to take Brenda aside for a girl to girl talk.

The girls returned to the center and Maria took Brenda aside.

“Brenda, we need to talk,” Maria said.

Brenda could feel herself burning with embarrassment. She felt for certain she knew what Maria was going to say.

“What did you think you were doing with that man? Kissing him like that after only a few dances?” Maria asked.

“I’m sorry Maria. I know I shouldn’t have. I just couldn’t help myself. You’re not angry with me… are you?”

“No, I’m not angry. But a proper woman doesn’t behave the way that you were with a strange man. Dancing is one thing. Making out is another. I remember when I was a teenager and a boy would try to flatter me. I reacted similarly to the way in which you did - girls do love the attention. Kissing a boy like that on a first meeting isn’t the way to show your appreciation for his attention. A smile, a holding of the hands, or even a thank you would be fine. But kissing like that comes much later after you get to know him.”

“I thought you would be mad at me because I’m still physically a man and kissed him.”

“Brenda sweetheart, you’re not a man… not for this assignment. You are a woman and are learning the behavior of one. Maybe a little too much. I just want you to be careful dear. This was a learning exercise. I think, perhaps, you have learned more than what I wanted you to. Please, in the future, think. Don’t let your mind get carried away. Ok?”

Brenda hugged Maria and, with tears still slightly watering her eyes, exclaimed, “Thank you so much Maria! I love you. I promise, I will not let you down!”

Chapter 4

The following day Brenda and Tiffany found themselves in a conference room in the J. Edgar Hoover FBI HQ in Washington D.C. being briefed on the operation in New York City.

“Well, it seems you boys actually clean up pretty nice,” laughed Jack Carstairs as he saw the two of them for the first time since the prank that he had pulled on them that got them into this mess in the first place.

“Fuck you Jack,” Tiffany spiked at him as she smoothed her skirt before sitting down. Tiffany had finally come to grips with herself after that night out and decided that she would have fun with this disguise thing rather than fight the feelings. Jack’s treatment of her at that moment did allow her to finally see the side of men women had always complained about. Being asses! Tiffany felt a pit hit her in the stomach as she realized what she had just thought! But it was true! And that feeling of being upset at an arrogant man putting her down did not go away.

When this assignment ended and she became Dirk again, Tiffany vowed she would change her ways. Until then, she decided that while she playing this role, she was going to have some fun. Her personality, attitude, and conservative outlook on how she was becoming wasn’t lost on Brenda either. She noticed the change in Tiffany too.

“Why thank you Jack. I’m glad you noticed,” Brenda answered with a flirty tone in her voice.

“How could I help but not notice? Maria did an utterly fantastic job on the two of you. But enough with the flattery, Let’s get started.”

Jack continued, “As you know, the reason we did this to you was to infiltrate the modeling agency and find the source of the drug supply in the industry. We have very little to go on so you’re pretty much on your own. The only big lead we had was Natalia Breshnakov and she was murdered just days before she was going to tell the police who the drug source was. We know that Universal has something to do with the supply of drugs. Who that person is that’s distributing the drugs is still a mystery to us. That’s where you girls are going to work for Universal and try to find out what Natalia was going to tell us. I don’t have to tell you to be careful, these people are dangerous and we all know what happened to Natalia. Do you have any questions so far?” Jack asked..

“No,” they both answered.

“Good. Now let’s get to the nuts and bolts of this operation. The owners of Universal are a holding company and don’t have anything to do with the daily operations of the business other than bankroll them. They are just as anxious to find the person or persons involved in this drug operation. They have been losing some of their best models to these drugs. This modeling agency is run by a former model named Melissa Benson. Melissa still fancies herself as being pretty enough to model but her age really has caught up with her.”

Tiffany and Brenda both winced at that remark.

“You know how all the shows want younger women, so that’s where you come in. Tiffany you are going to become their next runway model and hopefully a star. Brenda you are to apply for the receptionist’s job. The girl that has the job now became pregnant and she’s going to have her baby next month, so that job is open. The owners told Melissa that you were related to one of them and that you were to have the job because you always wanted to be a model and this would be a good opportunity for you to wet your feet around the industry. Tiffany, it’s going to be harder for you. You’re going to have to earn your job. But if looks are any indication of success, then you’re a shoe in. We’ve rented two apartments for the both of you. Tiffany, yours is in Manhattan and Brenda, sorry, but you will be commuting daily from Brooklyn. The people at the agency can’t know that you know each other. Both of you will become friends later after you meet at the agency. Am I clear so far?”

“Are you even sure I’ll get the job?” Tiffany asked, raising an eyebrow.

“They would be fools not to hire you. Believe me, you will get the job!” Jack winked at her in a disgustingly leering like way. “Bleh! What a lech!” Tiffany scowled inside.

“Both of your apartments,” Jack picked up, “have been bugged and the phones are tapped so we will know what’s going on there. We haven’t installed listening devices at the modeling agency yet so you will be supplied with some to install and use on your own. Just be careful! We don’t want to blow this thing before it even gets started.”

“Brenda, you will go for an interview tomorrow. Tiffany, we don’t want you to go in until next week. Both of you joining the agency at one time might seem to be too much of a coincidence. Until both of you are working together, please don’t contact each other. Don’t do anything other than observe what’s going on for now. Try to find the source of the drugs and who is distributing them, nothing more. Remember you’re ladies now, so play that role! You are not, I repeat, not the person that will make the arrest. Do I make myself very clear?”

“Yes sir,” they both chimed in.

Brenda asked, “But what about us? Are we going to be able to carry our guns with us just in case we have a problem?”

“I would prefer that you didn’t because if someone sees your pistol by accident, there might be questions as to why you have a gun in your possession. If things get dangerous, then you will be authorized to carry, but until then, I would prefer that you just be innocent women. When you get settled in, I want you to contact Bill Cline in our local office in Manhattan so he can fill you in as to how you are to contact him or any of our other people at the agency while you’re on this assignment. Good luck men, I mean ladies! Har har! And thank’s for having the guts to do this. It’s going to put a very big star on your evaluation reports.”

“Thank you Jack,” Tiffany said as the girls rose to leave. “What an Ass! Hmm? Jack Ass! Tiffany inwardly laughed at the man she was starting to despise. She was beginning to wonder why she was liking men at all. Jack seemed to extinguish all the flair she had built up last night just to get close to a man. “I guess Jack’s the answer to every woman’s need of suppressing sexual appetite!” Tiffany thought to herself as she just smiled.

Jack stared at the two as they left and wondered if they would be able to pull this thing off. They certainly looked the parts they were assigned, and boy did they have figures! They were also going to turn some heads. But the attention they would receive from men might unnerve them to the point of making a mistake. Only time would tell.

Brenda was the first to make the move to the city. The FBI had set her up in an apartment in Brooklyn and had made the deposit to the landlord in her name. Furniture movers had even set up her apartment so it would be ready when she arrived.

Brenda exited the cab, being careful not to show too much of her legs as she stepped out in front of her apartment building. Brenda had elected to wear a skirt when she left Washington that morning because she liked the softness of the garment and the femininity it portrayed. The driver helped carry her bags to the front door and left her on her own to bring them up to her new home. Brenda opened her purse and withdrew her keys. Sliding the key into doorknob, she opened the front door of her apartment building for the very first time.

“Damn! I can’t believe this,” she thought, as she saw the stairs up to her apartment. Brenda took the handle of her largest piece of luggage and began the task of carrying it up the stairs. Brenda cursed herself for wearing her heels as she pulled the luggage up the stairs. As she reached the landing of the second floor, a door opened and a woman came out of her apartment and smiled.

“Why you must be the new tenant moving into number three?” she asked with a heavy Irish accent.

Brenda sheepishly looked at the woman and saw her kind eyes and answered, “Yes, I am.”

“I’m Annie Patrick and I sort of watch over this place for the owner. Here let me give you a hand. You’re much too small to be carrying luggage that size,” she said as she reached for the suitcase.

“I’m fine, really. Thank you for asking though.”

“Now don’t argue with me, of course you need help! Here, let me take this one for you,” Annie replied as she took the handle of the larger of the two bags from Brenda. Brenda decided not to argue with the sweet woman as she helped carry the luggage to Brenda’s apartment. Brenda began to consider the hard time she had with lifting and pulling her luggage. She knew her strength had disappeared as her chest grew. Her muscles had faded away and her figure was becoming curvier. Brenda was pondering that perhaps women cooperated together on things to make up for their lack of strength? An innate means of socializing? “Maybe being a woman does have a slight disadvantage, “she mused as she missed having the strength she had possessed back when she had been Matt. “But,” she thought on, concentrating on her breasts, “There are a lot more advantages!”

“Thank you very much Annie! I’m Brenda Watson. Pleased to meet you,” Brenda said as she extended her hand.

Annie took Brenda’s hand in hers and felt the feminine softness of it as she did. Annie remembered when her hands had once felt like Brenda’s. That was long ago, way back when she had first met her now deceased husband.

“It’s nice to have a young woman such as yourself moving in. Most of our tenants have been here for years and having a young person around will be refreshing.”

Brenda blushed. She wasn’t used to having compliments like that. She wasn’t quite sure how to respond to the compliment.

“I’ll go make a pot of tea for the both of us and give us a chance to know one another better. While I’m doing that, why don’t you change into something more comfortable? When you are ready, just come over to my apartment there. It’s Number One. The door will be unlocked,” Annie said as she left.

Brenda began liking Annie immediately. Annie had this caring quality about her that made Brenda feel as though she were being mothered.

Brenda kicked off her heels and removed the rest of her clothing. She opened her suitcase and found the sweats she wore around the facility during training and slipped into them. She pulled her pair of white, with a pink stripe, running shoes over her feet and went to have tea with Annie. Unpacking the rest could wait until later.

Brenda opened Annie’s door and peeked in.

“I’m here!” Brenda sort of shouted.

“Come on into the kitchen Brenda and sit at the table. The tea’s almost ready.”

Brenda entered the kitchen and sat at a small table covered with an oil-cloth covering. She could smell the years of cooking permeate from the walls. There was a comforting warmth about this room that reminded Brenda of her youth as a boy.

When he had come home from school, his nose would smell the delicious aromas emanating from the kitchen as his mother cooked dinner. Sigh! She really missed the simpler times of her youth. If only her mother could see her now, on an undercover assignment with the FBI, she would be so proud! Brenda looked down at the slightly curved mounds on her chest and wondered if her mother would be proud of these too? Maybe not.

“Would you like some sugar in your tea sweetheart?” Annie asked, bringing Brenda back to the present and focusing on the tea.

“Yes please, one spoon full would be fine.”

Annie stirred the sugar into the tea and handed the cup and saucer to Brenda. Brenda was used to seeing a mug with hot liquids filling them. This felt special to her that Annie would take the time to use her best china to present the tea to Brenda. It sort of let that warm home-like feel inside her spread.

“Here you are dear. Be careful, it’s hot. Now, tell me dear, where are you from?”

“Washington DC, by way of California,” giggled Brenda. Annie had a way of making her feel at ease and sharing her new identity.

“What did you do in Washington?”

“I was a secretary there, but I didn’t like where I was working and needed a job change. So I moved here. I have an interview tomorrow morning for a job in the fashion district. I’m really excited.”

“Do you know how to get there?”

“I thought I would get a cab to get there.”

“Oh dear, they’re very expensive. You should take the subway. A girl like you should save her money.”

“I don’t really know where they are or how to take one.”

“I’ll show you later before you leave. So tell me dear, do you have a boy friend?”

“Goodness no.”

“Well, it won’t be long before you do.” Annie smiled, fondly recalling her memories. “I remember when I was your age and a lot slimmer. All the boys wanted to go out with me. When I finally found Mr. Patrick, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He was such a handsome man. We married and had two boys. I stayed at home and raised them while he worked to provide a home for us. He was such a wonderful man…until he met that woman… and left me for her! He just disappeared one day and left me to raise the boys by myself! I had never had a job and when I found one, it didn’t pay much. But, it was enough to get by. If I hadn’t hired a private detective to find the son of a bitch I would never gotten child support from him! He and his girl friend were living high on the hog with my money! Well I took him to court and it became easier living with his support. Enough about me, tell me more about yourself.”

“I was raised in California and when I was old enough to move out I did. I went to Washington D.C. and found my last job and now I’m here. There really isn’t that much to tell. Where are your sons now?”

“Ahh, both boys married the most wonderful girls. Shamus lives in Boston and James is in Chicago. I’m very proud of my Shamus. He’s an attorney and has two lovely children, a boy and a girl. James is having a harder time of it right now. He decided he didn’t want to go to college and went into construction. He’s a fine carpenter but you know how construction is? Feast or famine. He and his wife don’t have any children yet so she’s able to work and help out while James is looking for a job. Oh you finished your tea, would you like another cup?”

Brenda was feeling a real closeness towards Annie, whom was so open to her with her life. Brenda could tell she had lived a hard life. The lines on her face spoke of the difficult times she must have had raising two boys without a father to help guide them. Annie was a large woman, being able to look Brenda square in the eye when she was wearing her four inch heels. Now she felt absolutely tiny in her presence! Even though she knew hand to hand combat, Brenda felt safer knowing that this woman was living just a few doors away.

Brenda, as Matt, had always been able to compensate for her lack of size by her quickness and outgoing personality. But ever since she started her hormone treatment to become Brenda, she had gone through a lot of changes, some not so obvious. She wasn’t as fast as he used to be and some of her strength had disappeared. Her body had grown softer and more feminine looking, this she could see, but the months of training and estrogen had rewired her brain. No longer did she feel safe in a manly way. She felt the need to be wary wherever she went. Brenda felt very good having Annie as a neighbor and truly hoped their friendship would grow.

“I would love to Annie, but really, I should be unpacking my things and getting ready for tomorrow. Thank you anyways.”

“Wait dear. Here’s a schedule for the subway — a map showing their location’s and routes are on the back. Try taking them. They’re faster and cheaper than the taxi’s are. Trust me. I’ve been stuck in traffic enough times to know if you have an appointment you’re better off taking the subway - so now, off with you. Please let me know how you get along tomorrow.”

“I will. And thank you again for the tea. I much appreciate it”

Brenda left and felt empty. She simply wanted to hug Annie, much like she did her mom in her youth. She couldn’t be too forward though, since she had only just met her. At the time, she didn’t know that it was perfectly acceptable for women to hug each other when they meet, even the first time! Brenda still had many things to learn.

Brenda returned to her apartment and was pleased to see that the FBI had decorated it very nicely. Maybe it was a bit girlish for a man, but it was just right for a young secretary - which is what she was right now. Brenda put all of her clothing away and decided she would take a shower before retiring for the evening. She removed her clothing, gaff and breast forms. Aaaaaaaah! It felt so good to have her growing breasts freed of the pressure the forms put on them! Brenda turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. Stepping into the shower she immediately relaxed and allowed the warmth of the water tickling her skin to seep in her aching joints. As the water cascaded down her body, she began wondering just where all of this was going to take her. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she would be standing in a shower with water caressing her breasts! The feeling the tightness of her skin as the breast tissue underneath it had grew filled her with a sense of well being while her areolas had filled out to the size of her mother’s. More disturbing though were the intensely erotic feelings she was having as her nipples grew hard from the action of the water on her breasts. Brenda was becoming aroused. She could feel her penis try to grow hard, but the chemicals she had been taking to make her a woman had stopped that from happening. As she was teasing her breasts with her hands, it happened! She came and her body was shaking in ecstasy! An electric current ran from her nipples down inside her chest and touched just behind her small penis, deep inside her. It was absolute pure joy! As her nipple tips hardened and her breasts strained to push outwards, her legs started to buckle out from underneath her. The fluid from between her legs ran down her legs some as the water began to wash it away. Brenda leaned against the shower wall for support trying to maintain standing up. The glow of the orgasm filled her entire being! Unbelievable! God! She loved being a woman!

Brenda finished her shower and tamped off the wetness with a towel. She donned her night gown and then went to find the right something to wear in the morning and then lay the clothes out. She didn’t want to hurry and pick the wrong things, so she took her time and found just the right suit to wear. She wanted to make a very good impression in the morning.
 
 
Edited by Sephrena Lynn Miller