BEING FOUND OUT -- THE AFTERMATH
				 BY STATS

BEING FOUND OUT:

My very best friend Stacey and our mutual friend Michelle had discovered
only yesterday that I am a transvestite. Because Anne disrupted the
department with her unexpected and unintended announcement of her pregnancy
I got flustered at the sight of Michelle's shoes which were identical to
the ones on my feet under my desk at that time. Although they didn't get to
see any of my female attire they knew something was amiss. The next day, at
dinner, (We have every dinner to celebrate Friday as often as we can) they
disclosed that they found out about my secret and have decided to give me a
coming out party. I am to be dressed in a few things Michelle had brought
from my apartment. They have arranged to have the women's restroom cleared
so they could suitably attire and prepare me.

THE AFTERMATH:

It takes Stacey and Michelle less than a half an hour to make me more
feminine than I ever had been in my life. I have my own cosmetics but it
turns out most of it is the wrong color, wrong type or too old. We use the
ample supply Stacey carries around in her enormous purse. They first attach
false nails to my hands. My favorite candy apple red nail polish that they
both are wearing is expertly applied to my new long fingernails and
toenails. It is turning me on. I feel it is my duty to protest, but my
mumbling become less and less audible as one or the other would shush shush
me and give me an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

The next thing I know Michelle is at my eyebrows asking me to be still
while hairs are flying everywhere. She keeps plucking away at them, and
then with an "oh dear" announces to Stacey and me that she really didn't
mean to get that carried away. The result, I have to admit, is absolutely
stunning, they look exactly like Stacey's sculptured eyebrows, somewhat
thick at the where they start above the nose, cresting to the middle of the
eye and then tapering off in a feminine arch to each side. I will
definitely need false eyebrows before I can show up for work on Monday
morning.

I don't know where the girls found the time to have done shopping that
afternoon but the next thing I know Stacey pulls out a pair of artificial
breasts. Before I can gather my thoughts she is spreading some glue on my
chest, which has been devoid of hair for years. Meanwhile, Michelle is
examining my corset. "I have never worn one of these myself", she
announces, "it will be fun to see what we can do with it." As the laces are
on the back, I had never been able to get my 32 inch waist tighter than 28
inches. I didn't realize but there are certain tricks that you use and
before I have a chance to complain that I can't breath, Stacey grunts with
satisfaction, "we now both have a twenty five inch waist". Michelle adds,
"in a few weeks we should have you down to my 21 inch size."

I am soon wearing my velvet open toed shoes and am looking at our six feet
in identical stockings and shoes. There is a convention of candy red
toenails on display. I know my shoes are a size 8. Michelle discloses she
wears a size 7. Stacey informs us we can all borrow her shoes as she wears
a 7 1/2. The whole thing is just too much for me and I swoon. Stacey is the
one to catch me and brings me back to reality with a "Dave, we can't have
any of that now." Michelle suddenly comes to life and says "Dave! That just
isn't appropriate any longer. We need to name this creation after something
special." A few names are thrown about but not grab my attention. Then
Stacey says, "we have a real Trojan horse here, how about Helen as in Helen
of Troy." Michelle says, "Helenamn as in 'Helen a man' would be more
appropriate." We all finally agree to Helena. That is Helena like "hell
lane a".

Before I know it I was fully clothed in my black lingerie and
dress. Michelle is styling my hair while Stacey is putting on the finishing
touches to my makeup. Twenty-eight minutes after a man and two women got up
from the back booth to go to the lavatory; three undeniably beautiful
ladies emerge from the restroom.

As I sit down, I have my first pangs of doubt. It shows on my face as
suddenly the mood in the booth looses its glow. Stacey takes the long
polished fingernails of my right hand in hers. I am forced to compare and
can see little difference between our hands except hers are perceptibly
more slender. "Look Helena, we are in this together, the three of
us. Michelle and I are going to make sure you pull it off, so just relax
and go with the flow." Michelle adds, "Smile for me Helena, you are
incredibly beautiful when you smile" and on cue my spirits rise.

Michelle, who is sitting opposite Stacey and I, takes over the
conversation. "Made up and wearing almost the same dress, the two of you
could pass as twin sisters. It is uncanny, I never realized how truly
feminine your body is." Stacey adds, "well what do you expect, we have the
same size boobs too." Then Michelle says that we have to something with my
voice and asks for the letter they wrote. I give it to her. She looks at it
and glances up to me. "Helena, do you trust me enough to let me hypnotize
you?" I respond affirmatively. Michelle had told us a number of times she
had learned how to hypnotize people at college when she was studying
psychology. In fact, she and her sorority sisters used to do it frequently
to each other so they could cram for exams. She starts to drone on about
her experiences and the next thing I know she stops. O.K. Stacey, you read
the letter she says. Stacey reads the letter displaying a great deal of
body language and sensuality. She then has me read from the letter and it
sounds and looks like an exact replay of what Stacey has just said. "Yes",
Michelle says, with a mischievous grin, "You have both been under for about
an half an hour. You both read the letter to our waiter, Sam, with his eyes
closed. He could not tell which one of you was the girl."

"What else did you do to us?" chimes in Stacey, "Am I going to be your sex
slave tonight?"

"Now why didn't you suggest that before I put you under? No, but I will say
curiosity did get the better of me, and I asked you how you both felt about
each other. You both admitted to being in love. I am surprised the either
of you didn't confess up to it before now. But each of you admitted you
were too afraid to spoil the special relationship you had build up over the
years." I turn to Stacey, "I have been really foolish, I should have told
you years ago how I felt". She kisses me affectionately and adds, "I have
been the foolish one, big sister".

Even though I had spent snatches over the last twenty years in female
clothes there were some very basic female mannerisms that have escaped
me. All through dinner Stacey and Michelle had me practice how I hold my
glass or cutlery, how I chew my food, how I sit, etc. As we leave, the
three of us lock arms, me in the middle, and start off down the street. We
are all walking the very same before we reach the end of the block.

We stop at a convenience store and Stacey dares me to go in and buy some
feminine napkins. I think the young clerk was going ask me out on a date,
he was so interested in my body. I give him a good look at my posterior as
I reach to the bottom shelf. I give him a special smile knowing he was
going to have a fantasy about me that night.

Not to be outdone, Michelle sets me out on my next task. The next thing I
know I am in the perfume counter at a department store trying to find "my"
scent. My eyes look up to a wall mirror as I sniff my fifth perfume and see
my beautiful reflection. The girls have really done a job on me. Then I
focus on my vanished eyebrows and again my mind turns to what am I going to
do Monday morning. Stacey comes back with some drop earrings that are
absolutely gorgeous. They try to talk me into getting my ears pierced but I
just can not do it. Michelle offers all sorts of enticing rewards including
showing up in the office Monday with her notorious red mini dress and
nothing on underneath. That dress is a long time fantasy of mine. The dress
shows off her ample cleavage like no other dress I have ever seen. It
covers her upper thighs like a coat of paint. It so accents her tiny waist
it should be banned from the office as immoral. I squirm, put my legs
together to try to suppress a growing feeling down there and tell her I
just couldn't do it. It is obvious I am in a great deal of trouble, so she
gives me a peck on the cheek, and says, "No more needs to be said". I can't
leave before we purchase a bottle of "Evolution". We agree the name and the
scent suit me perfectly.

For some reason, when they tease me to go into the salon and get my hair
styled, I feel it was my turn to initiate a task. I surprise both of my
friends, but especially myself, as I lead the parade into the salon.. My
plan is to bow out if they can't take me right away. That excuse is blown
out of the water as the hairdresser shows me to a seat. Before sitting I
tell them I want to have my hair color changed to Stacey's beautiful deep
auburn color, in non-permanent dye. The hairdresser feels the texture of my
hair and replies, "no problem". I look at my two friends with a panic
expression hoping they can get me out of this predicament. My so-called
friends seal my fate as they explain that I have been trying to do this for
years and promised them that tonight was the night. Not leaving well enough
alone, they then inquire about the differences of various hair
treatments. I finally am able to convince the hair dresser that I need to
go with the non-permanent treatment at this time with the promise that I
would go the permanent route the next time if I really liked it. I hardly
pay any attention to what is being done the following forty-five minutes at
I try to figure how I was going to undo all the feminine changes in time
for Monday morning appearance at the office. My alluring eyebrows, my
beautiful auburn curly locks, my gorgeous breasts( I hope Stacey has the
solvent), my sexy alto voice,.....

When she unveils the finished product I am dumbfounded. How could I ever go
back to my original color again? Looking at the snippings on the floor I
wonder if I can return to a masculine looking hairstyle without a further
haircut? All three ladies assure me it will wash out in several shampoos
and I picture my self up all Sunday night washing my hair. However, when
Stacey steps beside me and I can see our combined reflections, we honest to
god looked like sisters. I knew, then and there, I would have to find some
other way to prepare for Monday morning, the hair will stay
untouched. Monday morning now was unimportant. I probably would have asked
to have my ears pierced if my mouth could only have closed.

By the time we leave the salon, I am certain there was no way they could
make me more feminine. I should have known to keep my big mouth shut but I
had to say it. I could see the wheels grind in the two girl's heads. Female
pride was not going to let this challenge go unanswered. I was feeling very
proud by the time we reached Michelle's car. As we all climb in to the
front seat, me in the middle, so I could get a lesson in entering a car
properly, a smile creeps across Stacey's face. Once in the car she rummages
around her purse and pulls out her birth control pills. She plops one in
her mouth, pulls me over and plants a big kiss on my mouth. In astonishment
I open my mouth and the next thing I know the pill is half way down my
throat. As I start to complain I find myself swallowing a second
pill. Michelle says "I got a purse full of pills too, either you admit
defeat or I will start feeding them to you until you have your period." I
laugh. I manage to blurt out "Well you certainly have me on that one don't
you" as a hot flash goes through my body.

The plan is to catch the 9:30 feature of "I Enjoy being a Girl". It is now
8:25 and it will take us about 20 minutes to get to the theater. I wonder
what mischief my two best friends are now dreaming up. As if my thoughts
are broadcast over some loud speaker, Stacey says that she has to go pee
and why don't we stop off at the office on the way to the theater. Before I
can open my mouth Michelle smiles at me and says it would be a great
experience. I can't believe my ears, how much are these girls willing to
risk exposing me to my co-workers?

Before long, however, I am caught up in the intrigue as the girls plot
responses to the various executives that they fantasize meeting while
there. They have me use my pass card when we get to the office building. We
sign in at the guard's desk with me as Michelle's guest. I could feel panic
set in as the guard asks to see some identification. Michelle says in her
sexiest voice that if he is going to give her a big hassle, then Helena
could just wait in the lobby and drive him crazy. But after a twenty-second
session with Michelle, the guard would have let Saddam Hussen in without
identification.

There are only five people on the floor. Unfortunately, one of them happens
to be my boss. As he bumps into Stacey, he looks the three of us over, and
asks us if we are the female version of the three musketeers, Remember, we
are pretty well all dressed the same. Michelle says we all fell in love
with the same shoes and the outfits just seem to match. Then Stacey boldly
says "I don't think you have met my sister, Helena, from out of town." My
boss takes my hand, and I force myself to look him square in the eyes, with
as pleasant a smile as I could manage." The opportunity required me to say
something, and I am choking big time. Finally, after a deathly long
silence, I blurt out "I am so happy to meet Stacey and Michelle's boss. I
was expecting a short evil dwarf from what they told me" accompanied by my
best friendly smile. I wink just be sure my message is received
correctly. He laughs and remarks; "the only thing evil here is the way you
three beautiful women are enticing my night slaves away from their
work. You must be referring to that short shy recluse they work for,
Dave. Where are you beauties off to anyway?" Stacey tells him about the
movie and we excuse ourselves. As I leave, I notice my boss is looking at
me with a great deal of desire in his eyes, but certainly no hint of
recognition.

It takes me a good five minutes to stop shaking in the ladies
room. Michelle threatens to go out and invite my boss to take us to the
movie unless I get my act together. Before we know it the three of us are
giggling like we are teenagers.

We make it to the theater with 10 minutes to spare. I am elected to buy the
tickets and popcorn. While waiting in the concession line they run into
Anne. Anne was the one that unintentionally led up to my transvestite
unveiling in the aftermath of her unplanned announcement of her pregnancy
at the office. As I approached from behind, she is commenting that she is
looking forward to meeting Stacey's sister. I hear just enough of the
conversation to know what is up is another deception. It just isn't in
me. I manage to avoid the trio and entered the theater after catching
Stacey's eye.

When they finally sit down beside me I tell them I want to leave, there are
too many people who know us and I just can't carry on the charade any
longer. I am very upset and have an uncontrollable urge to cry. The two of
them try to calm me. Michelle looks me in the eye and says "Dave, get a
control of yourself, you are causing a scene." But I had gone too far and
tears are streaming down my cheeks. The theater isn't crowded but there are
several people beside and in front of us that are looking our way. The
countdown on the screen showed only three minutes until the movie starts. I
was trying my best to make it to when the theater darkens but can't. I can
only think that someone will get up and point to me with an accusing "That
is a man". The hormones in the two birth control pills I swallowed are
effecting me. A few more moments pass when someone taps me on the shoulder.

I quickly turned around mid blubber and there was Anne seated behind me
with a big sad look on her face.

"Oh Dave", she said, "I hope this isn't because of me." My worst fears are
realized. She recognizes me, but how? Reading my mind Anne whispers "You
had me completely fooled until Michelle called you Dave." I quickly look
around to see who else could hear us but no one is paying us the slightest
attention.


The movie is about to start and they asked Anne to sit beside me, Stacey
moves to sit in the seat next to Michelle who is sitting next to me. While
the advertising and next features were running Anne attempted to apologize
over and over, commenting that there was no way she would have recognized
me as I am stunningly beautiful. In the mean time she had taken the
darkness of the theater to run her sensuous hands up and down my arm
tracing out my long fingernails with her own beautiful fingertips. I can
tell she is having a time trying to get her sexual fires under
control. Meanwhile, Michelle sees what is happening and rubs my thighs with
her hands telling me that she is so sorry and it is going to be all
right. I move my let instinctively to the right and she takes the
opportunity to rub her silky smooth leg against mine. The fire in my groin
was fast removing my need to cry. Finally Anne takes my hand and puts
slides it from her clotch to her tummy. "Now you don't want to upset the
baby do you?" My body jerks uncontrollably as Michelle informs Stacey that
I seem to have ejaculated and am now quite pacified. Stacey leans over
Michelle to get her hands on my stocking legs in time to herald the last
eruption. Smiling, she asks "Was it good for you too, sis?" Mercifully, the
feature starts and they turn their attention from torturing me to the
screen.

The movie was very interesting. It involved a hermaphrodite, a person with
both sex organs raised to his teens as a young man. He continues to get
more and more aggressive as he tries to meet the expectations that family
and friends heap on him. In one very emotional scene, he confides to one of
his chum's mother that he really wants to be a girl. The mother senses the
anguish in his voice and sets about to help him confront his parents and
friends with his desires. After a great deal of drama, all are satisfied
and his metamorphosis begins toward a stunning female. By the end of the
movie it was obvious the choice was the right one. I felt I was ready to
make the choice to become female right there on the spot.

Anne parts with a peck on my cheek, says she will take my secret to her
grave and again tells me how much I look like Stacey's twin. Before I know
it we are entering Michelle's apartment.

As we enter, she suggests that Stacey and I use her bed. She says "I have a
severe headache and I am likely to be up for a couple of hours tending to
it." She will sleep on the couch in the living room. I don't know what came
over Stacey and me as we enter her bedroom. We are both consumed with
desire. All I can think about is sex with Stacey. Without any explanations
we are ripping at each other's clothes before we even reach Michelle's
bed. Stacey is moaning as she smoothers me with her kisses. I am naked
except for my corset, as neither of us has the dexterity in our sexual
frenzy to remove it. Stacey is naked and already having an orgasm after
less than a minute of kissing and fondling. We are like two animals
possessed. I blurt out, "that she is my most precious friend and all I want
is to make her feel loved and satisfy her desires." She responds that "She
has waited two years for this night and hopes she can make it up to me by
dawn"....Thirty minutes later we were sufficiently settled from our sexual
fury that Stacey was able to release me from the confines of my corset. The
next thing we know we are in each other's arms pouring our feelings of
affection to each other. The clock clicked over to three by the time we
have shared a final orgasm together and fall asleep breast to breast.

We simultaneously awake four hours later. We lay for ten minutes staring
into each other; identical eyebrows, identical eye shadows, identical brown
eyes, identical auburn hair...Suddenly, we both say at the same time in the
same voice, "Michelle!" There was no doubt that she was the instigator of
the performance last night that broke the ice. She must have done it while
we were hypnotized. We both tipitoed out to the living room to see Michelle
still asleep on the sofa, her breasts covered by her long dark hair peaking
above the comforter. Stacey carefully brushes the hair off one nipple while
I gently pull the comforter down to her knees. Stacey blows on one nipple
that reacts immediately raising a good half-inch. Simultaneously I gently
brush my lips against the light down on her stomach. She murmurs in her
sleep and her legs fall open. Her beauty; the incredibly small waist, the
ebony skin, the V of her pubic hair, the long slender legs mesmerize me. By
the time I flick my tongue along her inner thighs, Stacey had both of her
nipples quite wet and erect. She will awake any minute now.

Stacey gives her a gentle kiss and slides to one ear. I hear her whisper;
"you will wake up now and allow your sex slaves to bring you to the peak of
pleasure." Before she can say anything Stacey has her tongue in Michelle's
mouth while my tongue is busy at work on her clitoris. In less than a
minute we have this beauty thrashing on the bed as orgasm after orgasm
racks her body. I take the opportunity to slip my raging hard tool into her
dripping pussy to take advantage of her gyrating hips.(She did imply she
was on the pill.) Her legs lock behind my back making withdrawal utterly
impossible. Her left hand reaches up to fondle my right breast and I see
her right hand snake down toward Stacey's pussy. My right hand
instinctively goes to Michelle's left breast while my right reaches under
Stacey to capture her right breast. I can't help it but I squeeze their
nipples for all I am worth as the three of us explode all at once. An hour
later there isn't a climax left in any of us.

We sit and talk. Michelle admits she gave us a hypnotic suggestion to make
sure the ice was broken last night. She swears on her heart,----I just love
the way she managed to touch both her nipples when she crossed her heart,
her beautifully sculptured red nails leaving a faint mark----that was
except for my voice change and a suggestion that each of us will
desperately need to fuck each other when she said the words
"r.......headache" that there was no skullduggery. We decline her offer to
give us a repeat experience. She then adds, "You know you can't make a
person do anything under hypnosis that they really don't want to do."

We agree a shower is in order. As you can imagine it takes us an extremely
long time to shower, given the opportunity to explore each other's bodies
to make sure each was squeaky clean. Forty minutes later we emerge from the
cold water more tired than when we went in.

In no time at all, the girls are dressed in some casual clothes and are
lacing me in my corset. Michelle looks at me with a sly expression and
finally says. "I think, Helena, you are obsessed with my red mini
dress. The offer still stands, you get your ears pierced and I will wear it
to the office Monday with no underwear. However, there is now an additional
condition. You will have to wear it to the mall today, so we can all shop
for your new wardrobe. I doubt that my matching red strap shoes will fit
you, we can try. However, you should have no problem with Stacey's white
pumps until we can find you a matching pair. The thought of wearing
Michelle's red mini dress has me in a very aroused state. Stacey takes care
of that little inconvenience while Michelle fetches her red mini-dress
together with her red bra, panties, and hose. She even finds a red slip to
cover the corset. In spite of my inner voices screaming at me to be
sensible, I am powerless to refuse as Michelle is attaching the red hose to
my corset garters and Stacey is feeding me my birth control pills for the
day.