My Neighbor’s Secret Plan

by James J Craft

  But then it occurred to me, that if we were good looking enough as girls to be photographed at work to appear in ads for clothing, then why couldn’t we be seen in public? And besides, its’ not like I had a faithful wife waiting for me at home…she was just waiting for an opportune time to up and leave me…for Denise…so whatever happened tonight…. who cared??

  My unsure expression turned to one of feminine confidence as I smiled at my friend, “You ready to go have some fun Christine?”

  He smiled, “You bet Gwyneth.”

  With that the Chauffeur opened the door and the two of us daintily exited the vehicle and headed to the front door of the club, our tall thin heels clicking loudly on the sidewalk.

  The lineup to get in was a mixture of pretty – and not-so pretty - t-girls and handsome – and not-so handsome – men, and was at least sixty people long and moving slowly. I looked at Chris with a defeated expression. “It’ll take for every to get in” I whined as I leaned up against the wall with a defeated look.

  “Oh there you are!” a loud voice bellowed from the line in front of us, “We’ve been waiting for you two.”

  I looked to my right to see two smiling men, next in line to be admitted into the club, looking at us.

  I looked at Chris and he at me, then looked back to the stranger with a very nervous expression. I wasn’t sure that we should answer, but Chris had already determined that it was to our advantage to look interested, “Oh hey!,” he smiled, “I didn’t see you there. How are you guys. It’s been forever!”

  He went into full-on girly mode, his voice and body language exuding femininity as we approached the two men. He acted like he knew exactly who they were and played along with whatever game it was they were playing.

  I on the other hand…looked a little like a deer in headlights.

  “They with you?” the bouncer asked one of the men. “Oh yeah,” the other man, who had been quiet thus far, said with an uncomfortably leering look on his face, “They’re with us alright.”

  I tiny part of me thought that I should have just stood in line like the rest of the pretty T-Girls were, but I could tell that Chris was ready to move, and would likely leave me behind.

  “Ladies,” the bouncer held the door open for us, and our new ‘dates’ each took one an arm as we entered the club.

  Inside, it was sheer tranny madness… stockings heels and lipstick everywhere, combined with thumping techno music and copious amounts of alcohol. Having never been there before, we let our new-found friends take the lead. And lead us they did, right a booth in the back corner.

  “So,” one of the men said as he ordered us a round of martinis, “You girls new in town?”

  “Why do you ask,” Chris replied.

  “Well,” the other man answered, “We come here all the time and we’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you two. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  The first man picked up from his friend, “Excuse Bruce, he’s got the mouth of trucker…but the you-know-what of a horse.”

  He and Bruce laughed out loud while Chris and I nervously offered feminine giggles, all the while shifting glances at each other.

  “Well Bruce,” I smiled, turning to Chris with a knowing smile, “You might call us ‘new girls’”

  “I knew it!” Bruce exclaimed, “Man you’re hot. When I saw you and your girlfriend coming up the sidewalk, Ed was like, they’ve got to be ‘real’…you know…real girls.”

  “But then when you stopped in front of the line, I was like, no-fucking-way.” Ed piped up.

  I laughed nervously again and thanked the cute tranny waitress for our drinks, then poured half of it into my mouth.

  “Mmmmm,” I grinned, “So good”

  “What do you girls do?” Ed asked, “When you’re not being gorgeous.”

  I scrunched up my face and looked at my feminized neighbor with a smile. The alcohol was now coursing through my veins and I was looking to have some fun, “Oh, we’re always gorgeous Ed,” I smiled with cocky sexy tone to my voice. “We’re models” Chris added.

  The two men smiled, “Models huh?”

  We smiled back and nodded girlishly.

  “I like the idea of you gals posing for us” Bruce smiled wickedly.

  Before I could think of a clever response to get out of this conversation, Chris had opened his mouth, “Mmmm, me too. He leaned forward and kissed Bruce on the cheek, staring into his eyes,

  “But it’s gonna cost you.”

  Bruce was too aroused to be taken aback by Chris’ statement, “Oh yeah?” he said raising an eyebrow as he looked at Ed, “How much?”

  Neither one of us was expecting that response. But rather then look shocked, I kept my composure,

  “Buy me another drink I’ll think about.” I smiled at him, just like I smiled at the camera…in a sweet, seductively sexy smile.

  He motioned to our waitress as she sauntered past for another martini, then turned back to Chris with a terrified expression,

  The waitress returned with two more martinis, I took a sip out of Chris’ before handing it to him, then consumed half of mine in a single gulp.

  “Let’s go dance,” I said to Chris…tugging him onto the dance floor. We started grinding and shaking our modified bodies, while our ‘patrons’ watched.

  “Can you believe those guys?” I said as we danced.

  “Yeah…I can…they’re typical guys …” he smiled, “just like we used to be…”

  He took a dainty sip from his martini glass and looked around with a seductive smile, “Lets see how many drinks we can get out of them”

  “Seriously?” I asked as I threw the other half glass down my while Chris looked on.

  “A few months ago, I would have never considered flirting with another guy, but now…” he

  grinned, “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do”

  I looked back at him with a hesitant expression, “Well okay…but I don’t want to do anything too…

  too…far…you know?”

  Chris’ eyes lit up with excitement, “Yeah?” he asked, as if wanting me to reaffirm my position on flirting with men.

  I sighed and shuffled in my high heels. My wife was practically gone…my manhood…near gone…

  my career…gone…my self-respect…nearly gone. Why not flirt with a couple of guys for free drinks?

  “Sure” I forced a half smile.

  I realized I was still feeling more anger towards Julie than I realized. I couldn’t believe that my wife…my life partner…my soul mate…had conspired to turn me into a girl and then allowed

  herself to be sucked into the trap of being wooed by another another woman. I’ll show her, I thought to myself, she wants me to be a girl…I’ll be a girl!

  I turned and headed back to the table where Ed and Bruce were waiting with Chris following close behind me.

  I snuggled up close to Ed and Chris sat down next to Bruce, who handed him his fourth martini. I turned to address both of them with a coquettish grin, “So what do you boys have in mind?”

  They both smiled at me, and the night began to unfold.

  They bought us drinks…and ran their hands over our bodies…and occasionally would kiss our

  necks and ears, and whisper dirty things to us. If things got too intense, Chris and I would go back out to the dancefloor and shake our pretty asses for a song or two.

  The drinks were certainly loosening up both Chris and Mine inhibitions, as we discovered when our courters challenged us to kiss each other. We smiled and cocked our heads to the side, as if to signify that since we’d already done it once…it wasn’t such a big deal to do it again.

  But as the night passed by, Bruce and Ed grew tired…and drunk…and had to call it a night.

  They both left us their numbers and offered to take us out for an even better time next week, to which we smiled and giggled.

  Flirting with them had been fun, and even letting them touch and kiss us had been somewhat stimulating,
but I was pretty sure that they wanted to go all the way with us…and I wasn’t quite ready to consider that…yet.

  “Well?” Chris asked after our ‘dates’ had left, “What now?”

  I shrugged. I had just spent the night flirting and drinking with men…men I had just met…men who knew my true identity as a guy and didn’t care. It was a lot to take in in a night, “I’m exhausted Chrissy” I finally sighed.

  “Really?” he said in a half scoff – half disbelief expression, “I still want to party!”

  I looked at my neighbor with a surprised expression. Clearly he and I were not on the same page.

  “I’m going to get a cab and head home…if you want to stay…that’s fine…but…” I tried to word my sentence in a cautionary way so he would be convinced to come with me…but it was clear that he wasn’t interested.

  “Have a safe ride home Gwen!” Chris tittered as he leaned forward to air-kiss my cheeks. He then turned and sashayed away…just like a sexy girl would.

  I sighed, then walked out of the club to call a cab.

  To Be Continued...

  Part Five

  Illustrations by Avaro

  That night, I returned to an empty home.

  In fact, I wouldn’t see my wife until quite late the next morning, when she staggered into the kitchen looking quite tired.

  “Wow!” I exclaimed, “Where were you?”

  Julie smiled and took a deep breath, “Denise and I were out on the town…” she paused as if savouring the moment, “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time”

  She was dressed in a very short black cocktail dress and carried her stiletto heels in one hand as she sprawled out at the kitchen table. I remembered a time when we used to party that hard together. It seemed a little sad that she had intentionally sent me out to party – dressed as sexy girl…while she did the same.

  “Cool,” I tried to sound like I was happy for her, “Maybe one night we can go out … together…you know…” I paused, “Like we used to”

  She chuckled…but it sounded more like a scoff, “Yeah…may-be” She didn’t say another word, but instead left the kitchen and headed to her room.

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  The next day back, both Chris and I were called into the director’s office. It was only my first week back since my breast surgery, so I was having trouble understanding what the issue could be.

  It turns out – the surgery itself was the main issue.

  “I know you gals are trying to live out your dreams of being real girls…but with your breasts as big as they are now…and your bodies so curvy…” his voice trailed off.

  I lowered my head, fearing what he was going to say next.

  “You’ve just gotten too ‘real’ looking for your own good girls” He said finally, “After-all, it was you yourselves who said that it had to be ‘real’…and I’m afraid the marketing team feels that you’ve just gotten too ‘real’ to be our spokes-models anymore. In fact, the head office has decided that they want to put this whole project on hold for a while, while they hire a proper ad-firm to look after the marketing aspects of it.”

  I gasped.

  I heard a similar sound escape from Chris’ lips as well.

  “Further…because the project has been temporarily cancelled…I’m afraid I have no choice but to let a few clerical staff go…” he sighed, “But to avoid any … litigation …I’ve prepared what I think are very handsome severance packages…” he slid two envelopes across his desk to us.

  We stared down at them, then at each other, then back at the envelopes…not knowing what to do…

  but both knowing one thing to be certain….our wives were going to kill us.

  Or worse.

  But when I found Julie angrily packing boxes of clothes in her bedroom, I knew that something even stranger than ‘worse’ had happened.

  “What’s all this?” I asked.

  “Don’t you start!” she growled at me, “If you had been more of man than none of this would have happened!”

  “”I don’t understand…” I tried to reply but she was clearly not finished talking.

  “You failed me,” she continued verbal assault, “And you failed men in general. Especially now that you’ve lost…yet another job!”

  “How did you…?” I stammered.

  “Oh save it…” she mumbled as she began tape the box she was working on closed, “Chris told Denise…and Denise tells me everything”

  “So I Chris was right…you really do have a thing for Denise,” I scoffed.

  “HA!” she exclaimed, “A thing? Denise cares for me in a way that you never could…but don’t you worry dear…” she smiled evilly, “You’ll soon find out for yourself”

  “Whatever that means…” I wondered aloud.

  “It means…” I heard Denise’s commanding voice behind me, “That I’ve got a special place in my home for a little doll like you Gwenyth”

  I gasped as I turned around to see her, dressed in a black leather cat suit, standing in front of me with a wicked smiled. Julie came to her side like an obedient pet and laid her head on her shoulder.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, my mouth hanging open in shock and curiosity, “What the hell is going on??”

  “There-There now,” Denise smiled, “No reason to get upset. What you haven’t figured out yet, is that your lovely bride was given her walking papers too today…which means right now that of the three of us…” she paused to smile, “I am the only one with a meaningful job – or a job of any description for that manner…”

  “What??” I covered my mouth in horror and turned to Julie, who was nervously looking down at her feet as if completely embarrassed.

  She looked up at me sheepishly and nodded the affirmative…she had in fact lost her job.

  I was reeling. Julie had been the rising star of her firm for years. Her job was ‘rock-solid’… or so I thought. Now as the new reality of our situation began to set in, I could feel a sense of dread begin to wash over me.

  For the first time since this whole ordeal had begun, since the moment I had lost my job and been forced to be Julie’s little sissy servant…I felt unsure of what was going to happen next.

  “So congratulations Glen…” Denise said, breaking the daydream gaze that I had been in while I digested this latest news, “You’ve really fucked this up,” she scowled at me, “You’ve lost your job, your man-hood, your wife…and soon, your house…”

  “Our house??” I lamented, turning to Julie with a pleading expression.

  But it was very clear that Julie was not the one in charge, as Denise began to speak for her, “Oh yes

  – with no income and a very pricey mortgage…” she shrugged and paused, letting me fill in the blanks… “so as result, I arranged this morning to put your house on the market, and I’ve asked for a short closing date so we can get this issue resolved quickly.”

  “But…” I whimpered.

  “But nothing,” she interrupted me, “Quit your sissy whining and get packing” she motioned towards my room, “or be a homeless sissy-bitch on some park-bench somewhere!”

  “Live with you?” I asked.

  “Well I don’t see where else you’re going to live…what with no job and no-where to stay and everything,” Denise smirked at Julie, “Besides, its your fault this is happening, so its somehow fitting that you should end up in this situation.”

  “You can’t put this on me!!” I shouted, “This isn’t my fault!”

  Denise narrowed her eyes and walked towards me, “Don’t you even realize that if you had been more of man and provided for your wife like a real man does that none of this would have happened?”

  “What??” I scoffed. My mind was racing…I was certain that I had done all that I could do to provide… hadn’t I? Could this all be my fault? Could Denise and Julie be right?

  “Let’s go Jewel,” Denise said to my wife as she grabbed a box and with Julie in tow headed towards the door.

&n
bsp; I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I felt my world start to crumble around me.

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  The days that followed, were practicably horrid. Julie filed for divorce…and we both filed for bankruptcy. It seems that we ended up owing a lot more on the house and our cars than they were worth, which meant that once everything was gone, we still owed.

  I complied with Denise’s demands and moved into one of two guest rooms on the main floor of her and Chris’s house. I was told that Julie was in the other room and that Chris …or sissy-maid Chrissy as Denise tauntingly called him, was in a room constructed in the basement.

  I didn’t see either of them very often, Denise was sure of that. She was intentionally segregating us so that we couldn’t rebel against her…at least that’s what I figured.

  But with no money and no possessions, no jobs and no prospects – the reality of it was that we were all pretty much dependent on Denise for just about everything.

  In some ways I started to become thankful to have her.

  All she asked in return was to cook and clean and for the occasional sexual favor, which I assumed Chris was okay with…not that it mattered, his opinion no longer counted.

  When not at work – which was most of the time - Denise was busy taking all of us to see Doctor Conrad for more ‘consults’…though I suspected it would soon be much more than that.

  My fears would come to fruition one afternoon as I entered the Doctor’s office at Denise’s side.

  “Hi Denise!” Sherry beamed cheerfully, “So I hear that you’re going ‘all out’ with Jewel and Gwen”

  “All out?” I chuckled nervously turning to Denise,

  Denise just smiled at Sherry, “Now-now Sherry…don’t go ruining any surprises…”

  Sherry chuckled as she grabbed my chart and led me to an open exam room, “Doctor Conrad will be right with you dear”