Here we were at her house now, a typically English (left) half of a semi detached house in a reasonably good neighbourhood. A lounge on the left in front, behind in the direction of the kitchen at the back a dining room and another smaller one, a toilet and then the kitchen with a back door to the garden and a utility room. On the first floor I assumed was the master bedroom at the front with a small, single one above the stairs, another bedroom, the bathroom and two more bedrooms.

May led us to the kitchen, where she immediately put the kettle on to make some tea. When we were seated around the table with a mug of tea each May said:

“OK, Monique, tell me.”

For a moment I was taken aback, but then I understood. So I told her about the misunderstanding with the name and how it had got so far, that the producer had expected me to be the missing female for their production’s lighting. I explained how I – inspired by Sandra’s impulsiveness and out of the necessity of getting the job – had offered to wear dresses for the duration of the contract and to what that had led.

“And thus,” I finished my tale “it comes, that I already want to take you up on your generous offer, so that on Saturday I have a chance to become the technical director of this production.”

“I have already prepared her a bit and epilated her body and varnished her toe nails. Sandra added.”

I was quite surprised, that Sandra completely and easily had switched to feminine pronouns and May picked that up immediately as she answered:

“Fine, then we can start to style her right away. You know, Monique, first of all we have to find out, what kind of a woman you are. If you want to convince at that meeting, you must feel well and at home in your dress. That means we have to find the right style for you. Come on, girls, lets go upstairs and work a little.”

As I had assumed there were four bedrooms upstairs, of which may had converted the two at the back for her work. We went to the room with all the clothes and I had to get naked. May examined me with interest and then asked:

“Do you want padded cups for the bra and also cushions for your hips and bottom, or shall we have a first try mostly without tricks?”

I had not thought about that yet, of course, and had to think that over, but the decision was quickly made:

“I think in case I have to do this on my own in future I think it should be as easy as possible, so let’s try without fakes.”

“Fine.” May agreed “Nevertheless we will try out for your hairstyle with wigs first. But let’s start with underwear. It is indispensable that you wear nice feminine lingerie, so that you really start to feel like a woman.”

Following that she selected a cream coloured lace body stocking and self supporting stockings with a wide top of lace. I had, while I put on the body, to push my balls back into my pelvis and lay my penis back between my legs, before we closed the body stocking in the crotch. Now the pretty tight elastic fabric held everything in place and my sex looked somewhat feminine, as Sandra already had shaped my bush into a rather feminine shape, so that no hair was showing anywhere. The stockings slid silkily over my epilated legs and I had to admit that that felt wonderful.

Next I had to chose between a style of businesslike, pretty, average or sexy. I chose businesslike and May, although with a slight frown, found me a smart, short pinstripe suit with a blouse and heels. As I looked at myself in the mirror I realised the reason for her frown. I did not look bad, but I felt disguised. May shook her head and Sandra laughed.

“Honey, you’d only feel all right in that, if you had rather big boobs and a hot bottom. Then it would work well.”

I instinctively knew she was right.

“Let’s try pretty and feminine, I think that is more you.” May said “In any case I think we should call you Monique now exclusively, so that you get used to it, OK, Monique?”

“Yes, you are right, May. Shall I get completely undressed again?”

“No, keep the body and the stockings on.” May instructed and was back searching.

This time she came back with a long full circle beige skirt with a very soft rose coloured sweater with a large soft roll neck and light ankle boots with a three inch heel. It felt absolutely wonderful to slip into these soft feminine clothes and even the booties were comfortable.

“Well?” May asked full of interest “How do you feel, Monique?”

“I have never worn anything that feels so nice and soft, May.” I felt myself blushing as I added “I feel wonderful.”

“Great, let’s try these small silicone cushions under the body stocking. Then we style you with a wig and make-up. But first I will pluck your brows and pierce your ears.”

And so started the changes, that would not be so easily hidden any more. May plucked my eyebrows into nicely feminine arches and afterwards used a little gun like thing to punch two studs into my earlobes, that she immediately removed and, after disinfecting anew, replaced with medium sized silver hoops. Now I was allowed to see myself in the mirror and had to sit in front of the dresser, while May applied the make-up. Then she crowned the lot with a blonde wig.

“Look,” May demanded satisfied.

I was dumbfounded. I had become a blonde girl with a bob and bangs.

“Voila, Monique Madelaine.” May was beaming and Sandra added:

“I knew you’d make a pretty girl.”

“Now you ARE a woman, Monique.” May said “Tomorrow I take you to a hair stylist who will make this your real hair style and afterwards you get acrylic nails to finish everything.”

“Perfect, May” Sandra agreed “Then she’ll fully be Monique.”

“Well, hmm,” May commented with a mischievous grin “for that she’d need quite a lot of hormones and some surgical procedures, too. But as far as it can go for the moment.”

“How do you feel now, Honey?” Sandra asked.

“I am very surprised, Sandra … it is all so different … I actually feel pretty” I blushed again and looked at my feet, having problems to admit to what I was really feeling “I like it.” I added shyly “and if I am honest I am looking forward to Saturday.”

“You’ll quickly get used to everything, Monique. Once you got the job I want you to move in with me. That way I get a real friend as the flatmate I want and can help you become a woman in every respect.”

“And the three of us can have shopping sprees together and spend a day at the spa.” May added “And go to clubs. But now you have to learn to walk, sit down and so on. Come Monique, show us how you walk.”

We spent quite a bit of time for me to learn to walk properly on heels. Then we went back to the kitchen, I got handed an apron and had to make tea. All the time Sandra and May corrected my posture, my walking and mannerisms. After all I had only two days to get convincing as Monique. As we got back to sitting down with our tea at the table I had to sit down and get up again several times, smoothing my skirt under me, only to cross my legs like a girl afterwards. The best, I thought, would be to reinforce all the feminine behaviour with post-hypnotic commands, but who could do that? I told the two of my thoughts.

“Of course, that’s it!” said Sandra enthusiastically “Do you know anyone, May?”

“A lady I know is just in training to become a hypnotherapist, perhaps she could …?”

“Fantastic, Darling, call her now.” Sandra interrupted her.

And so, a little later, I had an appointment at a hair place, a nail studio and with a hypnotherapist for the next day. That gave me another day to go clothes shopping (“We are of course coming.” from Sandra) and to prepare myself psychologically for the meeting. May went upstairs again for a moment and came back with a sweet rose coloured night dress and a matching bathrobe for me, then it was time to think about some sustenance.

“I’m still wearing the apron,” I said “why don’t I cook something? What have you got, May?”

“Oh ...” May grinned apologetically and continued hesitantly “a menu from the Chinese, from the Indian take away ...”

“Don’t you have anything I could use to actually cook something? Some onions, tomato purée, spaghetti or something?” I stopped her laughing.

“Oh, you know, Monique, I can fry some eggs and bacon, open and warm a can of baked beans with that, but my absolute speciality is tea!”

“OK, May, then brew one, while I dig through your kitchen in search for something useful. And You, Sandra, should at least buy your lover some basic foodstuffs, if she insists on not caring for her physical needs.”

“No need, Monique, since we have you now.” Sandra replied.

May had no problem, though, to make a couple of bottles of wine appear and I found some spaghetti, a can of peeled tomatoes, that looked like being born in WWII, some almost dehydrated garlic and -wonder oh wonder – some Oregano. There was no Olive oil, but a can of cooked ham and a bit of butter enabled me to produce a reasonably tasty pasta sauce, while we drank our tea. Time and time again May and Sandra reminded me of my posture and mannerisms, so that, when I finally sat down to eat, I almost automatically smoothed my skirt under my bum, much to both lady’s delight.

“Mmmh, NICE” May said after a first taste “If you don’t get the job you can start here as my maid and cook.”

“I really want that technical job, May.” I retorted “Whether I’d wear a dress at all without that …”

I let the end of that statement hang in the air.

“Really, Monique, you should think about it.” Sandra tried to convince me “We’d be a fabulous team, an unemployed cashier from a bank, a wardrobe mistress and a transsexual maid, could things get any better?”

All three of us cracked up laughing, but I could not help the feeling, that the term transsexual had not been employed without thought by Sandra. Nevertheless I stopped that train of thought, as it really made me afraid. May realised my insecurity and change the topic, asking how I had learned to cook. I told her how I had asked my granny first how to make cakes and then how to cook. She had taught me both. Then we started to speak about the meeting with the all female crew.

“How do you want to convince the girls to accept you as their directrice?” asked Sandra.

“I think my best approach is to tell the truth, that worked already with my three bosses, and if I look reasonably feminine … I have all the technical qualifications in any case.”

“Lots of luck from all my heart.” May said.

I took the fact, that I already thought it quite normal to be called Monique for a good omen. What on earth had driven me to ask to be called Monique Madelaine? But then again I liked that name and it fit the blonde girl with the bob I had seen in the mirror. The only thing that I still found difficult to do was to identify myself with her, even though there was no doubt I liked wearing “her” clothes. ‘You’d better’ said a small voice in the back of my mind ‘It is quite possible, that you’ll have to be her for three years now.’

After the meal May and Sandra steered the conversation to clearly exclusively girly topics reasoning, that in future I would have to be able to have such conversations (as if I had already got the job!). I could not really contribute anything, so May told me to read as many of Sandra’s magazines as I could to get some information on those matters. By then we had finished two bottles of wine and the time had progressed to rather late, so Sandra and I got on the way back to her flat, after having made sure to meet at the hair stylist’s. Only half way home already in the car I realised, that I had actually taken the bag with the night dress and the robe, but not that with my male clothes!

Back at her place Sandra showed me how to remove the make-up and we had a mug of hot chocolate, then we retired to our beds. I undressed and put my clothes carefully over a chair as I had been told, then I slipped into the night dress. Only as I looked at myself in the mirror and realised, that even without make-up I looked rather feminine, I found, that I still wore the wig. Without the hair there was quite a bit of my old self back and I was wondering what the next day would bring as I went to sleep.