Confidential Medical Record of AlexBorn: May 11th 2000. Defective penis, testicles inside body.
Jan 2005: mother refused operation to correct testicles.  She claims she likes Alex being a girl.
April 2005: Alex starts school, mother reluctant to send him dressed as a male. She does, but makes him wear girly clothes at home.
May 2018: Alex urged to have operation but refused.
Notes end.

Date: July 2019
Hi- I'm Alex, I'm very happy living with my mum in our seventh floor flat.
Let me tell you about how I got in with Miss Lizzie.
An identical block of flats to ours can be seen from our living room. If you step out on to the balcony you can see this block 60 yards away. 
I first became fascinated by the identical flat to ours on the seventh floor, when I saw a well built black girl sunbathing in a bikini.  Several days in succession I saw her, and became fascinated as she lay in a seat as the sun cast its rays over her attractive body.
I learned everything about her habits: she was out each morning, returned at lunch, and sometimes had a visitor in the afternoon, or evening, but they went into her bedroom, which, unlike mine in our flat, always had its curtains drawn.
One afternoon, after she had sunbathed, she left her flat, I made up my mind to follow her.

Having rushed out, I saw her strutting along the path, and cautiously tailed her. 
She went as far as a coffee shop, where she sat down on the sidewalk, sipped her drink, and idly gazed around at passers by. She seemed to be thinking or daydreaming. I decided to be brave and walked over to her little table.
"Afternoon miss," I smiled.
With a glance, I took in her bright red shiny bikini, and her firm large breasts hidden underneath.
Perhaps she thought I was staring, which I was, fascinated by her straight black shiny hair, her shiny skin, and perfect body. 
So she did not answer.
"I-I think you live near me," I spluttered. I gave her my address.
She deigned to take notice after that, and gave me a slight smile. She told me she is called Miss Lizzie.
I blushed, said I was Alex, and scuttled away, almost scared at my nerve, but very pleased I had spoken to her.

After that, she was constantly in my thoughts. 
Back home, my mother noticed I was distracted. Lizzie in her bikini. Lizzie in bed, Lizzie, Lizzie. I wanted to tell mum, but knew she'd somehow not approve. I think she would be jealous.
That night, my sleep was disturbed by vivid dreams of a beautiful black girl kissing me, fondling me, overpowering me. I awoke in darkness, and  a pleasant sensation of wetness surrounded my little clit- that's what mum called it. I was in heaven.
Or nearly heaven, for I wanted to see more of Lizzie! But how?

A second wet dream the next night had me in raptures. If only, if only, I sighed, as I wiped up the mess, Mum had noticed last night, and though I had brushed it off with a story of bed wetting, which I hadn't done for years, I think she was suspicious. So I licked the stuff off the bed sheet- it tasted quite sweet!- then wiped the bed as dry as possible,
 To stop any more tell tales signs, I bought a plastic pantie, smuggling it in to the house when mum wasn't looking. 

My next lovely dream had her sitting on my plastic pantie and rubbing me to a frenzy. I had never felt or done anything like this ever before! I awoke to find my pantie swilling with stuff. I lay back to sleep, enjoying the sodden mess around my lower body. I drifted back to sleep and more dreams of Lizzie. When I woke in the morn, my pantie was full of the sweet tasting liquid, which I eagerly lapped up. 

It was early, and I wondered if Lizzie had gone out yet. Normally I never saw her leave, but today it was a case of the early bird. There she was on her balcony with coffee and toast. She seemed to be contemplating, staring round, and I surmised she might be looking for where I lived. No, fat chance of that I thought, She will have forgotten all about me. My heart started racing suddenly, as the thought came to me, why not follow her and see what she does all morning?
It is 8am, when she leaves, today wearing a long red dress and red high heels. Her black hair sways in the gentle warm breeze. I am discreetly hidden, ready to follow.
She walks to an office block about a mile distant. You need a pass code to enter. I see her name Dr Lizzie Trison, on one of the bells- shall I ring?
I dare not.
Disappointed, I return home. Why didn't I dare speak to her?  What I can do is look her up in the phone book. There's her home phone number, but not one for her office.
I look on the internet and find one reference: she is a Therapist. "By referral only," the info states, but she has some reviews, the first states "highly recommended." The second less encouraging, "said she could not help." The last revealed she was a sex therapist and the reviewer said he (or she) was very pleased a doctor had referred her to Miss Lizzie.

I told my mum I needed to see our doctor. Already suspicious of my behavior, she demanded to know why. I concocted a story about pain in my shoulder, She tried to massage it, but didn't make it any better. Well, how could she, as I had no such pain!
She offered to come with me once an appointment had been booked. 
But I said I didn't need her to come. It was the first time she had not taken me. "Don't let them talk you into any operation," she said darkly, as I set off next day.

Dr Hilary Charlton was familiar with my case. A middle aged lady, not unattractive. She took advantage of my new solo status, urging me to consider an operation on my penis. Before, my mother had refused, so I repeated my refusal, though I was interested to know what was involved. The doctor kindly explained, and I promised I'd think about it. 
"You're old enough now to decide for yourself," Dr Charlton urged, "it's for your good. Don't be swayed by your mother." 
As yet, I hadn't had an opportunity to ask about Miss Lizzie.
But here was my chance.
"I'd like to have a second opinion on the op," I told the doctor, who nodded her head sympathetically. That encouraged me.
"I met a neighbor of ours called Dr Lizzie Trison, and although she has not encouraged me to see her professionally, 
I said I knew I would have confidence in her judgement.
Dr Charlton gazed at me in some shock. 
"I don't think she would be suitable..."
"No, not for the operation you mention," I interposed quickly, "but as someone to advise me..." My voice tailed away, and I looked at the doctor pleadingly.
"Ah well," she sighed, "if you promise to think hard about an op, Dr Trison will give you good advice."

Thus I was down to see Dr Lizzie the following Monday at 9am.
I rang the bell. A keypad lit up requesting my date of birth.
11.5.00 I typed and got the response, Welcome Alex. Take the lift to floor 3 and sit in the waiting room.
The door buzzed and nervously I pushed it open.
On level 3, I located the waiting room.
It was empty. An electronic sign stated
Dr Trison is three minutes late. Sorry for the delay.
The time was 10.55 so ample time to compose my thoughts.
What was I gonna say?
Ostensibly I was here to ask her advice about the operation. But all I wanted was to see her. Close up. Talk to her. Admire her. I had nebulous notions of asking for a date, oh all sorts of things flowing from this, but they were just fantasies.
11am. Now it says 5 minutes delay.
That was extended to 10. Mild panic was seizing me. I was really here under false pretenses.
At 11.10 I heard a door in the doctor's office slam. My turn soon! I was shivering now in excitement.
11.15. Why doesn't she call me? I puzzled. Oh, she must be reading the notes sent to her. Shivering again, I tried to imagine what Dr Lizzie was thinking as she read about me.
At long last, her door swung open and the doctor, in an attractive short dark red skirt, a suit and shirt and tie in contrasting red, welcomed me with an apology for the delay.
Muttering it was quite all right, I stepped gingerly into her functional office. A couch dominated one end but she indicated a chair in front of her desk.  
I sat in silence. She sat too, in her swivel chair.
"We've met before, haven't we?"
"Yes miss. I bumped into you at the coffee shop."
She got up and perched on her desk, close by me, pleasantly close, looking down at me.
I thrilled. I could take in her shiny legs, enjoy her gentle sweet scent, hear her body caress the desk as she shifted while she talked.
"So Alex, your doctor wants you to have a simple op. All very straightforward. I can only encourage you to go ahead."
That, I had expected.
"My mum won't agree."
"But you are old enough to decide for yourself Alex. Are you scared of your mum?"
I slowly nodded.
"Besides," I added. "I am happy as I am!"
"But this op offers you sexual freedom. I take it you cannot masturbate at present?"
"No miss," I admitted. The words came out reluctantly, but out they came. I know what masturbation is, but have no clue as to what it entails.
Dr Lizzie perceived this.
"Well, Alex, you are missing out on so much. Do what Dr Charlton..."
"But I enjoy myself..." I dared to interrupt. My passionate outburst, even though it stuttered to silence must have impressed Dr Lizzie.
"Well," she asked after a pause, "what exactly do you mean?"
It was my turn to pause. Dare I tell her about those wet dreams?
I could, only omitting that she was the object of my fantasies.
She listened carefully and when I had blurted out my innermost pleasures, she sank into another of her moments of reflection.
I waited wondering what she was thinking.
I myself was thinking it had all been worthwhile and wonderful, and now all I wanted was go home and sleep and dream of Miss Lizzie, I knew it would be stupid to ask for a date. Unthinkable. Sadly.
"I was going to make this a one-off interview," she finally announced, "but you interest me Alex. I think you are right to refuse the op." Alex's heart leaped. "I believe I can offer you help. Think about it..."
"I don't need to, doctor. Yes please."
"Okay. I'll inform you doctor. For your part you should think about telling your mother about our meeting. She doesn't know about this, does she?"
I admitted it.
"It will help you assert your independence of her. Will you try?"
I nodded. Whether I would, I was not so sure.
"When you have, phone me on this number," she passed a card with a number I hadn't found in the phone book.

I phoned a couple of days later.
I had told mum. Well I had told her that my shoulder pain was a ruse and that our doctor had referred me to a Dr Trison.
Mum was very pleased by this doctor's diagnosis. She seemed happy that this lady was going to treat me. What I hadn't revealed was that it was I who had asked to see Dr Trison, and that I was obsessed with her.
Dr Lizzie offered an appointment on Thursday at 9am. 
I told mum, but was horrified when she insisted on coming with me.
I wished I hadn't told her.
Yet I suppose Dr Lizzie knew what she was doing, ordering me to tell her.
Mum accompanied me that Thursday, despite all my protests.

Thursday 9am.
"Look, mum, it's a private appointment. You can't see Dr Trison. I'm not a child you know."
She followed me in to the office block despite my protests.
Very promptly the beautiful therapist called me in. Mum followed. I had been expecting the doctor to bar her entrance, but she disappointed me, saying something to mum about if she insisted, and that the doctor would not accept the consequences.
She sat mum in the seat I had occupied last time. I was shown the couch. She sat on it next to me, giving me a sense of protection, almost estrangement from mum.
"Lie back, that's right. I want to find out today what are your deepest desires, Alex, so we can decide on your best treatment. So, comfy? Good. Then do you like dressing in girl's clothes?"
"Oh yes miss, I really do."
"Then why are you dressed as a man?"
"Well, mum says, it's best when we go out."
"So it was your mum who makes you dress as a sissy?"
"Well she did when I was little, but I like to dress at home like a gir- or sissy as you say."
"So you always do what your mother tells you?"
"She wouldn't dare disobey me," cried mum from her distant chair.
Dr Trison sighed and went over to have a quiet word with her. I couldn't hear, but could guess the gist of it.
She returned to our couch.
"Now Alex, you didn't tell your mum when you first consulted me, did you?"
"No miss."
"So you can stand up to her?"
"Well I wouldn't..."
"Yes, you let her dominate you?"
"No!"
"Tell her that!"
Dr Trison beckoned to mum who came eagerly over, standing by the couch.
"Go on," the doctor urged.
I was silent. You must do it, I told myself.
After an inner battle, I looked at mum,
"I'm not gonna let you dominate me any longer."
Mum let out a torrent of abuse directed at the doctor. 
Calmly, Dr Lizzie advised her to shut up or get out.
After reflecting, I guess mum reckoned Dr Trison could have forcibly ejected her, so she conceded grudgingly, but insisted she stand by the couch.
That was agreed and Dr Lizzie continued,
"Now Alex, this is very important. Think carefully. Your treatment depends on it."
"Yes miss."
"You have a free choice. Dress as a boy or a girl? Which?"
"Girl," I answered promptly.
Miss Lizzie told me to get up.
She took my hand and I shivered with pride. I passed mum with a vaunting look.
At a cupboard, Dr Lizzie stopped.
"Open it, put on which you like."
Five girly outfits greeted my eyes.
"What? Now?"
Dr Lizzie smiled. "Of course now."
I wanted to choose the shiny red one 'cos it matched her red skirt, but I opted for a fantasy I had always harbored.
A black satin maid's dress which I felt matched my inner self better.
I lifted it off the hangar.
"Ah," exclaimed the doctor, "that wasn't your first choice!"
"N- no," I admitted.
"But the one you are holding, I did think you might select that. Put it on!"
"Now?"
"Now."
Trembling, I removed my boyish attire while the doctor chatted with mum at a distance from me.
I was almost naked except for my pantie, and a tremor of I-don't know-what swept thru my body. Here was I with no clothes on, near her, the beautiful Miss Lizzie!
Mum beamed heartily when the dress came down over my shoulders, down to my knees.
I added the mop cap, the white pinny, and the long black woolen socks.
"You'll find shoes on the cupboard floor," Miss Lizzie pointed out.
An assortment of red or black shoes- I chose black. Shiny pvc. Three inch high heels. I'd have loved the six inch, but I think I was wise in not attempting anything that daring... this time.
"Ready," I called out, a hint of pride in my voice.
Mum was completely changed now. She was beaming. I was even glad she had insisted on coming.
"Feel nice?" Dr Lizzie asked. A superfluous question really.
I nodded happily and a grin irradiated my face when she showed me how I looked in a mirror.
The grin had vanished seconds later.
"You will wear this home in a few minutes."
Suddenly a wave of fear and horror swept over me. 
"No I can't. I only wear girls clothes indoors."
"Well now you wear them outside too! I've given you a few minutes warning. 'Cos I need to finish today by your telling me about your dreams."
I blushed. Mum knew nothing of them. At least I think she didn't.
As I was unforthcoming, the doctor gave my secrets away.
"You wear these plastic panties because you have wet dreams at night don't you, Alex?"
I nodded
"So who do you dream about?"
"I don't know, miss, I am sleeping when it happens."
"Yeah, but you do remember the person you see in your dreams, don't you?"
I didn't answer so she makes me very uncomfortable.
"Come on Alex," she commanded in a voice that made me jump. 
I trembled. I stared at her beautiful, beautiful face. Suddenly I realized my little clit had ejaculated. A load of warm froth filled my pantie. She obviously noticed my embarrassment for she lifted my new uniform, revealing a heated pool of white in my pantie.
"It's me?" she whispered.
I nodded sheepishly.
It was the first time I had erupted while awake.

I had cleaned myself up, regretting Miss Lizzie hadn't offered to do it. My next appointment was fixed for tomorrow night at 7pm. Dr Trison explained I should  "come and watch" one of her clients. This therapy was to take place at her flat- that explained those visitors of hers.  I tried asking more questions, really to delay things, for I had to go home dressed like this!
But she read me easily and bundled me out of the office with a See You Tomorrow.
I was glad mum was with me. She took my hand.
Not that anything terrible happened. It was just that I felt so self conscious, my dress seemed to lift as I walked, so I was certain my newly cleaned pantie could be seen. My heels clicked loudly every time they hit the ground. Surely everyone would be staring at me.
But we reached half way home and all was well. I breathed deeply and inhaled a huge dose of confidence. My strides became more vigorous, I let go of mum's hand. Even when one fresh faced youth blew me a kiss across the roadway, that only filled my heart with satisfaction. I really liked dressing like this! 
That night you can guess my dream was the wettest, most exciting ever. Unlike at the doctors, in bed I was free to lick my panties clean, which I did with pleasure, satisfied with the sweet taste of my own froth.

Friday 7pm.
I had strutted from my flat across to Miss Lizzie's. A couple of suggestive offers from neighbors I ignored. I was full of confidence, more so because mum was not coming. 
Despite the doctor forbidding her, she had decided she would come to "keep an eye on me." Lizzie must have anticipated this, for she had phoned mum to warn her not to attend. That impressed even my indomitable mother.
Miss Lizzie let me in. She was in her bikini with just a red shawl, not what I had expected at all.
"Don't stare," she laughed, "your mum will be doing enough of that.
I averted my gaze from her breasts.
"My mum?"
"You can be sure she is watching from over there!"
I started. I hadn't thought of it. I shifted away from the light of the window.
"Okay Alex, before my client comes, I should explain that my therapy is uniquely hands on. You are my client also, but tonight, I merely want you to observe. Say nothing, do nothing. Afterwards, I will explain my therapy for you personally. Understand?".
I nodded. I couldn't wait.
"Good. You look very fetching by the way."
"Thanks miss."
"My client tonight is being treated for his abnormally low self esteem. For thirty years he was downtrodden in his marriage before his wife left him. I believe that after all this time, his only hope is to try to enjoy being regarded as useless, so together we have discovered he enjoys regressing to babyhood. That's all you need to know, oh, except that tonight we are moving on to his sexual fulfillment."
"Okay miss." Though I didn't comprehend her completely.
"Now stand by the window."
"What? There? Mum will see me."
"So what?" she scoffed, "what can she do?!"
I obeyed and sheepishly turned my back to the window. I could almost feel eyes boring into me.
Client arrived seconds later.
I was introduced. Evidently client had been warned that I would be observing.
"Shake hands," the doctor ordered client.
He came over to me and stretched out his right hand.
On an impulse, I not only shook his hand, but then embraced him.
Dr Trison gave me a warning look. Client followed her into the bedroom, I went after them and sat on a seat near the door.
My mind was racing as to what mum made of that kiss! I half expected to hear her knocking at the door. She couldn't see into the bedroom, where client was lying on the bed.
Miss Lizzie removed his clothes, but try as I might, I was unable to see- so I stood up.

Miss Lizzie gave me a second warning look. I think a third might be fateful, so I sat obediently.
I ought to have been more patient.
She had finished her preparations, and went round to the far side of the bed, enabling me to see client dressed  in a baydoll short dress, a frilly bonnet and white terry nappy. Cute!
I wished I was the client.
I half expected Lizzie to coo over the baby doll, but maybe that wasn't very theraputic for this client, for instead, she matter-of-factly shoved a tube in his mouth. The other end was attached to a large bottle of water.
Client began sucking and the water flowed into him. It flowed and flowed. A gallon or more, then client raised his hand.
"Need to pee?" asked Miss Lizzie.
He said breathlessly, "yeaaah."
Miss Lizzie surprised me by placing the open palm of her right hand on to client's nappy. She rubbed frantically.
"Urrrrgh!" exclaimed client. I saw his nappy turning yellow with his wee and her rubbing made a squelchy sound in his nappy. Now his face was radiant and he was sighing deeply.
With a loud cry, he yelled out, "thank you miss! Thank you. Thank you."
It was then I noticed that I had filled my own pantie. I never realized. This is getting a habit!
Miss Lizzie unpinned the nappy to reveal a frothy white foam just like mine, intermingled with a lot of yellowy wee. But most of all, my eyes were drawn to his floppy one inch clitty.
Client wallowed happily in his mess. Miss Lizzie came over to my seat.
"Did you find that interesting? And have you wet your panties?"
I had to nod.
"I thought you would. Go over to the bed please."
"But I thought..."
"I just want you to show him what you have done!"
I shook my head.
"Please," she looked me in the eyes, and I knew I had to obey.
I went over to the bed.
I stood staring at his one inch wonder covered in sticky foam.
"Go on," urged Miss Lizzie, "just reveal, nothing more."
Gingerly, I lowered my soggy pantie to reveal a white frothy clitty. I blushed deeply. 
"Well done!" she praised me, "go and clean up now."

Client had gone.
"Thank you for showing him your clit, Alex, it really helped."
"I don't quite understand Miss. You said I was to watch only."
"Yeah. But I saw a chance of letting him see that the size of his penis isn't a prob."
"It was rather big," I laughed.
That made Miss Lizzie chuckle.
"Oh I see. No, Alex, his prob is that he worries his penis is too small."
I shook my head.
"Never mind," she continued, "what we have to decide for you is whether, deep down, you are a girl or boy..."
"Girl," I responded.
"Yes I know. However you also like ejaculating don't you, even if it is involuntary?"
I nodded with enthusiasm.
"I think a simple sex change might be a wrong move. Nor am I convinced that Dr Charlton's diagnosis of exposing your hidden male organs is right. I want to study you some more, so what I propose is that you assist me, not watch, with some selected clients. Further, that you live here, away from your mother's influence, until treatment is complete. Then depending on what you have decided, we can find you a home either back with your mum, or on your own."
"Or stay here?" I asked hopefully.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
At least she did not reject my suggestion outright.
"We'll see. First we must inform your mother."

Mum was far from happy.
Presented with a fait accompli, she attempted to browbeat me. I won't have you kissing men, she had screamed. That gave away that she had been spying.
I didn't care.
Somehow Miss Lizzie persuaded her to accept.
She told me as we took my few belongings over to Lizzie's flat, that she had consoled mum with two things. One, that I would phone her each week and tell her how the therapy was going. Miss Lizzie hoped I would do that.
I promised.
"But not too frequently. You mustn't get sucked back into her domination."
"No miss. I'll have you to dominate me!"
"No that's not right. Er, I will only dominate you if it is necessary."
"Yes miss. You did say two things..."
"Ah, I don't think this will do any harm. I hope it will prevent her nosing round here. I, er, told her the bedroom curtains will be kept open."

I placed my few possessions in the second room, not visible to mum. Identical to my old one, home from home. But much happier was I. Miss was paying me a small amount as her assistant and as my therapy fees were being paid by Dr Charlton's practice, Miss Lizzie suggested I use an advance on my earnings, to purchase a few essentials.
"I'd like to call you Alexis from now on. Is that okay?'
"Of course miss."
"Then you must call me mistress."
"Yes mistress."

She held my hand!
We walked next afternoon to the shop a mile away in town.
I was earning my keep. I cooked an early breakfast for mistress, then tidied and dusted while she was at her office.
She expressed herself pleased with my efforts.
Then came this shopping expedition.
I chose a spare maid's outfit, in dark green. I had selected red, but mistress hinted that was not right. I found a four inch high heel shoe in matching shiny dark green.
I also chose one nightie. Mistress pointed out a frilly pink one, and I didn't like to say what I thought of that. But she said it was nice and feminine, the right choice if I wanna be a girl, so I took that.
I was in heaven as we walked back to my new home, she in her red suit, I in my black maid uniform.

After the highs came one low. Mistress was seeing a client that evening, apparently not suitable for me. So she would be out in the office this evening.
I barely hid my disappointment.
"Tomorrow night, that'll be your turn to help. Tonight, do the food shopping and why not make time to phone your mum, or even pop in to tell her how you're doing?"
I suggested I might help tonight as her assistant, but that was brushed aside and I had to make the best of matters.
In my uniform, I proudly walked the 200 yards to the local shop and bought all the groceries on mistress's list.
As I left, the fresh faced youth faced up to me.
He blocked my path. "Gimme a kiss!" he urged.
I stepped to one side. He grabbed me and kissed me. It was not as unpleasant as I had thought. I had no chance of escaping his clutches, but I was in for a surprise. He suddenly slumped away from my body. Mum had socked him one!
After that I could not refuse to go with her to my old home and she eagerly lapped up my news. It was only later that the coincidence of her being at the shop struck me.

Some of the food I had bought was of course for me.
I write 'of course' even though this was not obvious at first. I assumed that the baby food was for our client.
"From breakfast today," mistress told me next morning, "I am placing you on a 100% liquid diet. Shush- don't interrupt. It may be that it will prove not to be needed, but in that case it is easy to get off it. But if my professional instincts are correct, then starting this diet now will save you valuable time. So try it, you've nothing to lose."
I felt I must agree. I admit it felt a little bit like doing what mum told me over again. But I agreed.
So my meals from now on were all nourishing baby foods, my teeth were redundant.
That morning was again spent on housework. I waved once at mum, who seemed to keep permanent watch. Later I naughtily bounced into mistress's bed, I'm sure mum saw that! I snuggled into the bed, enjoying the aroma mistress's body had left behind. Then I leaped out. I wanted to be seen by mum, but suppose mistress happened to return early?
She didn't, but what might she have said if she'd come home with me in her bed!
The afternoon was a sunbathing on the balcony time. I sat on a chair next to mistress's recliner.
"Don't say too much," mistress said in a low voice. "Your mum may well have a microphone pointed in this direction!"

That evening, I was feeling a little strange, I put it down to a day's liquid feeding. Our client was to be Mandy.
My first proper client. Well mistress's client,  but you know what I am saying.
I had a briefing.
Mandy was 30 and was full of guilt about sex. Conventional treatment had only increased her angst. So mistress was in the middle of a radical attempt to rid her of her demons. Success or failure were on a knife edge. Mistress said I might help tip towards a happy outcome- a confidence that geed me no end.
Mistress handed me a whip, which I might possibly need to use, depending how things went. It was unusual, in that it was electric, a stinging whip that could range from a light 10 volts to a numbing 200.
After demonstrating the operations, she told me, "only use it if I order. I shall state the voltage and the number of taps."

Mandy entered the flat timidly. She wore a smart leather dress in black. 
Her build was similar to mistress, but her demeanor showed clearly she had anxieties, she was even worried about me.
"Say hello to Alexis, will you, Mandy."
I barely heard her reply.
"Come you can do better than that. Alexis is only here to help me. She will only do what I tell her."
"Hi Mandy," I ventured.
She looked up and mumbled a hello.
"Let's go to the bedroom, shall we?" mistress suggested.
Mandy made straight for the bed.
"Not a great start," mistress whispered to me. "Sit on the chair, and let's hope she'll soon perk up. Then I'll get you to help."
So I watched. Mandy proved another adult baby, mistress sat aside her, placed Mandy's head in her lap, and waited.
Mandy soon had pulled down one side of mistress's bikini to reveal a large well filled bosom. How I longed to swap places with our client! More so when she softly caressed the red nipple and suckled gently.
It calmed Mandy. I couldn't make out if mistress was feeding her milk. If she was, then dare I ask mistress for the same as an important part of my own diet?!
I think I did detect liquid on Mandy's lips! She had calmed and was chatting quietly to mistress.
I was beckoned over so I could actually hear.
".... I just can't," Mandy kept repeating.
"You must rid yourself of these evil thoughts," mistress at last said a few words.
"But I am scared of penises! I don't want one to touch me."
"Look Mandy, if I show you one that can't scare you..."
"It would. It would."
I knew what I had to do.
Mistress lifted my uniform and pulled down my panties.
"Nothing to be scared of, is there?"
"No but I can't bear to have it..."
"Yes you can," asserted mistress.
"No..."
"Yes..."
Mistress sighed. "Shall we try to beat the fear from you, Mandy?"
"It didn't work last week."
"But this time is different. Alexis. Fetch my whip. She will..."
I missed the next words as I fetched the whip.
"Give her six at 40. On her back."
Mistress roughly pulled Mandy over.
I was told to stand in front of her so she could look up at me, and even my clitty, since this was visible thru the transparent plastic.
I raised the whip. A buzzing indicated it was set to 40.
Down came the lash, not hard, just as mistress had demonstrated. The sting was in the current.
Lash!
She flinched.
"Let out the fear Mandy, let it out."
A second lash in the same area, the middle of her back, got me excited. A third and she was writhing.
After six, she was cowering and I had ejaculated!
"One more, at 100," mistress demanded.
Lash!
It nearly tipped me again. Mandy cried out.
"Now look Mandy," ordered mistress as she pulled down my pantie. "Look!"
Foamy liquid dripped from my clit. 
Mistress scooped some on her finger. She thrust it at Mandy.
"Taste, go on, lick my finger!"
As no response came, mistress's finger pushed against Mandy's lips. As client did not recoil, there was an impasse.
Finally a tongue poked out and licked.
She asked for a second helping and soon she was scooping her own helpings.
It was the first time anyone else had drunk my stuff. The only pity was that neither she or mistress ever touched my clitty!

Despite my muted objections, breakfast next morn was, for me, a tomato soup.
"I'll feed it you if it would help," offered mistress.
"You know it would."  Anything to have mistress close to me.
So she got a ladle and offered me large mouthfuls which sometimes dripped down my chin.
In between, she told me how pleased with me she'd been last night. "I wonder how your mum enjoyed it."
I'd forgotten she had probably seen me- had she seen Mandy gorging on my stuff?
The notion left me quite shaky and I swallowed my soup obediently.
I had a list of household duties to perform, but once mistress had left for work, I did the task I longed to do... Lie in mistress's bed.
It was still warm. I even spotted a stain of my stuff which Mandy must have dropped. I wallowed in the smell of my mistress, hugged the cover and before I knew it I had erupted in my pantie. I lay back satisfied.
After half an hour, I felt I had better get on. Making sure my panties hadn't leaked on her sheet, I made the bed before undertaking all my other tasks. I left my pantie all frothy, enjoying it wash round me as I did my jobs. 
Finally, I cleaned up, with a shock spotting tomato soup was still clinging to my neck and chin. I wiped myself clean and put the lunch on.
The rest of the day was free. Mistress and I enjoyed quality time together and took a stroll in the cool of the evening.
An early night followed. I wanted to ask if I could share her room but that would have been a nerve. Anyway mum might be looking! Might she share my room?
My fantasy ended as we bade each other goodnight.
I did go and give her a short kiss. "Thank you for helping me."
Then I scuttled away to my room. As I lay thinking of mistress, I felt myself get all excited and for the very first time was aware I was about to ejaculate.
I stared at my little clit as it arched fractionally out of my body and pulsed a satisfying stream of hot bubbling liquid over my chest.
That didn't prevent yet another wet dream. I was lying in mistress's bed and she was feeling me, making me tense beyond description. I sprayed my offering on her. Then I awoke and found I had only wet my bed.

Next morning, mistress fed me with parsnip soup and while most of it was swallowed, my face and neckline of my uniform were spoiled.
"Better wash that," said mistress.
"Yes mistress. Could you feed me every meal please?"
(Lunch and Tea, I had to feed myself with baby food.)
The answer was no. To my chagrin.
"Anyway, I will not be in for lunch today, you must feed yourself. You haven't eaten any solids as snacks while I've been out?"
"Definitely not," I affirmed positively.
"Well remember that. At 1.30 I want you to come to my office. We have two clients today. The first Jason will not come here, you may understand why later."
"Do you mean that I have to walk on my own there?"
"Of course. There's no prob is there?"
Well there was. I had been to the shop, but this was to her office in town. A longer walk. Unfamiliar territory in a sense. I braced myself, suspecting it was a task she had set me. 
Moments later I was alone.

She had hardly closed the front door before I found myself in her room.
I was here to make her bed wasn't I?
I knew that was not all. I was here firstly to do what I had dreamt about. Quick- shut those curtains!
Then, almost trembling, I sat in her bed. I lay in it and wrapped her sheet and cover round me so my head was encased in a vacuum that still exuded her body odor. I sighed. I kissed the sheet, hoping to taste her. Perhaps I did, but inside I knew welling up, was my offering to her I had dreamed of. I pulled down my plastic protector. 
She was touching my naked clitty, fondling it, trying to rub it, and the thought drove me deep into paradise.
I hastily turned my body and pulled over the cover to watch my bursting hot foam spurt over my body.
I must have lain there ten minutes as I savored the moment. I knew now that I could erupt at will, not merely as an involuntary reaction. 
I licked myself clean, always a tasty pleasure, then pulled up my panties and inspected the bed for any splashes. No. I made the bed carefully and then set about my duties.
First I removed my slightly soiled uniform and put my nightie back on. I only had one other set of clothes and that was needed for this afternoon.
Chores began. But I couldn't resist dusting on the balcony. I even waved in mum's direction. Wonder what she makes of me in my nightie at 10am?

I was ready in my smart dark green maid's outfit. I admired myself in the mirror. Cap straighter. How about a touch of mistress's lipstick? She won't mind.
I was a novice and a smear or two was all I dared, oh it's dark green. Good choice but makes my lips look very obvious. Should I wipe it off?
No! I'll try eyeshadow another time. Time now to go.
Like this?
You can do it.
It was only a glance at the clock that forced me to move.
In my high heels, I clicked my way to the lift. Empty thank goodness.
Clicked my way out into the warm sunshine and past the corner shop.
No! That cheeky lad is hanging about there. He's coming my way!
It was undignified to run, besides in high heels I don't believe I could, so I turned back to see him a few strides from me.
Kick!
A high heel caught him in the face.
Instantly I regretted what was after all self defense.
The look in his eyes was fearsome. I turned and was about to run when it turned out to be deja vu. Mum came running up and the sight of her made him take flight.
"Thanks mum."
I knew it was no coincidence. But I had to let her walk alongside me, didn't I?
She asked whether I was happy. Yes. Is Dr Trison feeding me well. Yes, though I didn't mention the liquid thing.
"Why does she feed you soup at breakfast?" mum inquired.
It was out now. She was admitting she was watching. I was glad I had drawn the curtains this morning in the bedroom- oh I hadn't reopened them! Too late to go back now.
"I like her too," I replied, talking about her feeding me the soup, but thinking about being with her in bed.
"So what were you doing with that busty woman?"
"What woman?"
"You had your panties down in front of her face. I couldn't see..."
Just as well I reflected.
We had reached the doctor's building.
At least you won't be able to watch this afternoon, I told myself.
I keyed in the number and mum attempted to wedge in too.
"Sorry mum. I don't want a scene..."
We had a brief tussle then she ungraciously stalked off.

Mistress told me my dark green uniform was very attractive. I blushed and asked her what I needed to do.
"Jason is 23, and- how can I put it so you can follow? He cannot complete his arousals."
I nodded vaguely.
"Medical checks cannot find any issue so it must be psychological. I have tried several lines without success. I hope your presence might give him a breakthru."
"I will try mistress," though I had no idea how.
"To put it simply Alexis, Jason doesn't produce any froth."
I understood.
"He does expel it later in urination, but we want him to break down whatever barrier is preventing him ejaculate on climax."
She'd lost me. But I smiled.

Jason was not unattractive though hardly handsome. He had some spots and was evidently nervous, though obviously besotted by Dr Trison, though not as much as I.
He took her hand as soon as he came in.
"Jason, I want you to meet my assistant Miss Alexis."
He nodded absently to me as he lay on the couch.
After a few incomprehensible sentences, mistress told me to remove Jason's clothes. "All of them."
I looked at mistress. She signed for me to start. 
So with a deep breath, I obeyed.
Shirt off, revealing a hairless chest not very manly I thought. Actually just like mine, only my bosoms are slightly protruding unlike his. Oh perhaps that's because he's lying down.
Shoes and socks away.
Pants off. Only a cotton boxer left.
It would not come off as it was caught up in something.
I gave a too obvious gasp when I pulled hard enough to overcome the obstruction.
A giant thingy sprang out.
I thought I saw his prob.
"Just lie still," mistress ordered.
She took me to the other end of the room.
"You needn't be surprised Alexis. That really is the normal size when erect. Around six inches."
"But I thought..."
"We must get back to our client. Just remember it is normal! Your issue is whether you want one like that. Well, let's say, one of three inches or so. You could have that with Dr Charlton's op."
Back with Jason.
I received my next surprise.
"Miss Alexis will remove her panties."
Miss Alexis did this with some humiliation. My tiny erect clit looked pathetic.
Mistress lifted my uniform so Jason could see how poorly endowed I am.
"You're not so badly off are you Jason?"
No answer, but he was staring.
"Are you a girl?" he asked at last.
"She likes to dress like this," explained mistress, but she is male like you."
He was still taking in my minuscule clit.
"Now Miss Alexis will ride you."
She took my hand and showed me how I was to mount the couch and crouch over client between his legs. She tucked in my uniform so that he could continue to gaze at me. She led my hand to what she said was his erect penis.
I shivered at the touch.
It was hard, but slightly spongy, it felt really hot and desirable. My fingers wandered over the protruding swollen blood vessels and lingered on the shaft that was bulging with the liquid froth that should soon erupt.
I knew now that this therapy was for the both of us.
Now that I had explored the penis I glanced at client's face. He looked happy.
My wanderings took me to a sac, which I squeezed making him wince.
"Sorry."
"No don't apologize. It was good!"
I looked at mistress.
She nodded. "Not too hard though. This is the bit, the testicles, that you have hidden inside your body."
I squeezed again and fondled the two lumps swilling round inside.
Her hand lifted me away from these balls, sadly, but only so I could grasp the hard penis. Thumb and first finger pressed softly on it, then she helped me press down so that the skin pulled back, revealing an under skin of darker color, an impressive bulb that twitched in my fingers.
She moved my hand so that it rubbed down the shaft further. Then up again. Down and up, a regular rhythm that made client shout in excitement. Her hand let go, but I knew I had to continue the rubbing. My first finger was on the underside tube which I could feel was bulging with foam.
"You can do it," urged mistress.
She was encouraging client, but it was me who ejaculated! While I had learned to ejaculate at will, the atmosphere had become so charged that I had to let go.
Out I happily spurted, all over Jason's hard penis. Even he looked shocked.
"There," laughed mistress to Jason, "if that little thing can do it, so can you!"
Mistress encouraged me to rub faster. He was breathing intensely, enjoying himself, groaning, yet gradually the groans became more sighs. Nothing would come. He wanted to. We wanted him to.
I stopped rubbing. His six inches had shrunk to two and a half.
Mistress patted client in sympathy.
Me, she took my hand away and pushed down my head so I was staring at the failed thing.
"Suck it," she commanded me.
I hesitated but only because I wanted to take in the sight of what my mouth would be savoring.
My head lowered and my mouth took control of the limp object. I could taste my own stuff.
I rubbed it with my lips, my tongue caressing the little bulb which joy of joys began to expand and fill my mouth.
Soon the head was pushing to my throat as I fought to contain the bulging eager thing. He was squealing now, I was excited by my power to arouse him and I knew I was gonna explode myself. With a cry I squeezed his penis and showered my load over his chest.
That only caused him to shrivel.
It flopped from my mouth.
"Never mind," came mistress's soothing voice. "It was worth trying."
Mistress got Jason to lick my stuff and swallow. "Perhaps that'll encourage you to cum," she laughed.

We were all exhausted.
My mind was in a whirl, taking in all I had learned, seen and done. 
After client had left, mistress told me I must take the evening off. She understood I need time to assimilate it all. "I can take care of our adult baby all right."
Much as I wanted to help, I knew she was right.
She held my hand all the way as I walked half staggering next to her. 
She led me to my room. She tucked me in.
It was only six o'clock, but she could see what I needed.
I begged her to stay but she said she had to get the meal ready.
"That's my job," I protested feebly.
"But not tonight. You have a think about this afternoon. It's a straightforward choice as I see it. Do you want a penis like Jason's, okay a smaller version, or did you really like sucking that cock so much? You decide which you like more and then we can plan."
"I like both mistress!"
"Yeah, of course, but I'll explain more later. Just think which you really love the most."
I was alone.

She came back with my baby food - and fed me!
As she did so, she explained that as I desired to be both boy and girl, she recommends an op that she believes best for me. Though she explained, I really didn't follow so I said I trusted her and let's go ahead.
"Good," she smiled. "We'll finish your baby food. What I am gonna do is add this medication. We need to do this each day. It will convert your already loose stools into urine."
I gulped down the remainder of my feed in happy ignorance.
Mistress left me daydreaming as she prepared for her evening client. I put on my nightie.

I had not seen mistress so angry.
It was hours later. Client had left. I had been going over and over every detail of that penis. I did wish mine were bigger. But deep down I really enjoyed most having my mouth full of client's large treasure. I imagined what would have happened if he had erupted inside of my mouth, of his delicious foam cascading round my mouth and into my stomach. That was what I most desired.
So it came as a shock for my fantasies to be interrupted.
She brandished the electric whip. What was wrong?
I soon found out.
"I found my curtains drawn, Alexis."
"Oh yes mistress. I closed them when cleaning your room so, er, mum could not see in."
"No Alexis, that was not the reason! You have been in my bed."
"Oh no mistress..."
"Don't bother lying. I know."
"Honestly..."
"Honest nothing. You were in my bed weren't you?"
I did nod. "Only to see what it was like."
"Yes the marks of parsnip soup told me that much."
"I'm sorry miss."
Fortunately she didn't inquire further though perhaps she guessed.
"You will not lie in my bed again."
"No mistress."
"Not unless ordered. To impress this on you, turn over!"
I lay on my front, giving a wriggle of anticipation.
"100 is the last setting. We'll leave it at and hope it teaches you."
I heard the whip flashing thru the air. I braced my body.
Whip! It electrified my bottom. Worse, unlike when I was  whipping, she left it on my backside heating my poor bottom, causing me to jump to push it off.
"Stay still," she demanded. "I will continue until you do that."
Another lash. Again I flinched as the current seared thru my backside.
Lash! This hit an already aching piece of flesh and I bounded.
"Sorry mistress."
"You know what you must do."
But it became harder to do, as I became sorer.
Finally the whip landed on an edge of my bum that had not received any castigation.
I lay motionless as the whip built up a heat. I was trembling after five seconds before she offered me relief. The infliction was over.
She kissed me.

My head was all mixed up with sexy images as I half tried to get to sleep.
I kept seeing that penis, all stiff and eager before my eyes. I wanted to see it erupt.
Then I began musing on mistress's comment that its size was average.
Mine is well below average! But then that must mean some men possess bigger than average!
Could there be bigger ones? What do they feel like? I craved to feel a bigger than average penis!
Next morning I was up early to try and make it up to mistress.
Breakfast was all prepared when she appeared, as attractive as ever in her red suit.
She had time to feed me and herself before she rushed off to work.
"I'll be back by five. I have a client this afternoon at the office."
"Shall I come at 1.30?"
"Not today Alexis. But you do your tasks and rest this afternoon, cos we have a client tonight whom you can help."
"Yes mistress." My voice probably sounded disappointed.
I began on the jobs as soon as she had gone. I decided to leave her bedroom, and instead washed up and tidied the kitchen. I sat down to iron, but jumped up immediately. My bottom was still sensitive, a timely reminder about not enjoying myself in mistress's bed.
I hoovered, then did the shopping.
My old enemy was thankfully not hanging around, so I returned with my purchases. 
Oh no, I became aware that he was following me.
I dashed into the flats and slammed the lift door.
Out the lift, and straight in the flat.
Seconds later, there was banging on the door. It was that cheeky lad.
He tapped louder and louder, then seemed to barge his shoulder against the door. I became scared. He was shouting, "I only wanna talk!"
I admit I became paralyzed. Like a mouse about to be pounced upon by a cat.
Suddenly the lock gave way. He was in.
The fresh faced boy was grinning at me on the sitting room sofa.
He came up to me.
"Hey you're really pretty!"
Any other occasion, I might have been flattered.
"Look, I only wanna ask you if you'd come out with me."
I shook my head.
"Why not?" he demanded a little belligerently.
"I-I'm afraid I am too busy working for Dr Trison."
"But she can't give yer what I can," he laughed. "Look, this is for you!"
He pulled out a stiff six incher. A day ago he would have impressed me mightily. He stepped closer as I recoiled, dangling it in my face. 
I would probably have engulfed it, now I knew how stunning the sensation was, but we were interrupted by mum. Good job the lock was busted. In she came and thumped him one.
He scattered like sheep before a wolf.
After that I had to give mum lunch. She expressed surprise at my choice of potato soup and yogurt. She wanted to poke about the flat, but I told her politely but firmly that Dr Trison would be home shortly, so she decided she ought to go.
I fixed the broken lock then decided I needed a well earned rest.
I remembered that I hadn't made mistress's bed, so I decided to get that out of the way first.
I had left this task, since deep down I feared temptation could get the better of me.
There was her unmade bed. I shall make it. I decided on that. On the other hand, despite what I had told mum, mistress would be at work for three hours yet...
It was the stain on the bottom bedsheet that tipped me.
That had not been there yesterday.
At once, a completely new side to mistress presented itself to me.
And why should she not have sexual desires like anyone else?
Although I loved her, I admitted that much now, I had not really thought about her having desires like the rest of us.
These thoughts swept thru my mind as I gazed at the stain. It was quite a large stain.
Of course it might only be wee, but it was white rather than yellow. I knew what it was. I knelt on the bed and licked that stain. I licked it good, certain that the little taste I was picking up was from my mistress herself. I was quite horny, when my licking ceased. Someone had entered the flat!
My first thought was mum. That made me remember that I had forgotten to remember to close the curtains. She might see me anyway.
Thus I was still crouching, as paralyzed as I had been earlier, when into the bedroom, her bedroom, walked mistress.
"I-I-I was just making your bed."
She gave me an old fashioned look.
"I was just wiping a stain..."
"Of course you were! Good job my afternoon client was unwell or you might have really enjoyed cleaning.... No stay as you are. You look ideally placed."
I had to remain crouching on the bed, hanging my head in shame, the damp patch of my licking shouting up at me, "Naughty maid. Naughty naughty maid."
My pantie was lowered.
The whip was readied to make my backside sore again, even sorer.
I shifted nervously.
But the whip never descended. Instead mistress went to a drawer. Out came four chains.
My hands were fastened to one end, the bed post the other. Ditto my feet, so that I could scarcely avoid the whip.
"150 I think. You know the old saying, it's going to hurt you..."
It was then that the lash cracked against my naked bottom, giving it an electric shock which persisted as she allowed the whip to fall down against my skin, down on to the bed sheet. A second lash went higher up my backside, making me yelp with pain. The whip trickled down my bottom, making the already sore part from the last lash even more red and swollen.
A third whip she landed on my backside. She left it electrocuting me until I yelled for mercy.
"I think we have discovered what you live for the most, Alexis. You must be a natural cum sucker."

I stood up for my evening meal. I took my second pill, still unclear what it would do. But no side effects had hit me, that was good.
Mistress asked me how I felt. I simply said I was sorry I hadn't obeyed her.
"Don't worry," she consoled me. "I ought to have appreciated how strong your drive is. You may sleep in my bed for a daytime nap if you wish."
"Oh thank you mistress."
"Of course, not when I use it!"
If I betrayed disappointment, I hope I hid it.
"Tonight we are treating Enoch. It's his first session after I interviewed him recently.
His problem is that he believes his penis is too big. He asked for it to be shrunk! Well, he cannot bring himself to have sex since he is scared of scaring a partner off. I want you to reassure him."
"How mistress?"
"Just be yourself. Let him see you do not worry about your size, so why should he?"

Enoch was about 30, tall and smiling, yet he was nervy for sure.
"This is my assistant Alexis," explained mistress. "She has promised to help you tonight. Come and sit here, and we'll make you feel at home."
We all made ourselves at home on the sofa, scene of my near rape.
Mistress poured a drink for us both and small talk went on for some while, but Enoch was getting more worried by the minute.
"I think we should get on," suggested mistress. "Come with me."
Nervously Enoch followed her into the bedroom.
"Put this on, please," she said to him. It was a request, but he knew he had no choice. It was one chain I had worn earlier. He snapped an end nervously on his wrist, mistress fastened the other end to the bedpost.
"Sit there, Enoch. I only did that in case you were tempted to leave. But, should you ask, I promise to release you."
The emphasis however was, you'd better not ask if you want your treatment to continue.
"Comfy?" she asked quietly.
He said yes thanks. A man of few words.
He perched himself on the edge of the bed, nervously.
"I am leaving you with my assistant, Enoch. She's only started this week, so do your best for her! Alexis, strip off, and remember what I told you."
I was alone with Enoch.
What exactly had mistress instructed me?
I was not clear except I had to be myself. Oh yes, and show him size is not important.
Actually I was desperate to get to know his above average size thing.
He sat there impassively.
I was nervous, but I must not show it. Mistress was putting her faith in me.
"I'm a boy, did you know that Enoch?"
He looked surprised. I began pulling off my hat and uniform. I decided to leave the heels on.
"Yeah, I make a sweet sissy girl don't I?"
"You are a girl," he decided.
"No really. Look." 
I was standing away from him with only my panties on, apart from stockings and shoes.
I pulled out a small purse from my maid's uniform pocket. "See my ID card."
He read it from my hand in disbelief.
"Well I must say your tits are tiny."
"Not tits are they?"
I pulled off my panties.
I was hoping for a more positive response.
He stared.
"You don't look boy nor girl," he joked.
I was not put off.
"But I can cum!"
"Bet you can't."
"You're on Enoch. If you let me take off your clothes, I bet you your penis will make me so excited I will cum!"
"What, that pathetic little thing?"
"Yeah," I cried enthusiastically. "Let me strip you now."
"Well just my bottom half."
"Okay." It seemed an odd request but as long as I saw his thing!
"Right. Stand please."
He got up, his chained hand awkwardly getting in his way.
I removed his shoes and socks.
"Now your pants!"
I unzipped them and down they fell revealing y-fronts with a distinct bulge.
Excitedly, I ripped them and revealed was a floppy black penis, quite presentable at four inches, but not what I was expecting at all. "Lie down," I ordered, hoping no disappointment was detectable in my voice.
"You cumming?" Enoch queried, a strong doubt in his tone.
"Yeah, but I do need to see you stiffer than that," I complained.
I decided now was the time for action, and grabbed the four inches between my loving fingers and rubbed.
"Wow miss!" he exclaimed. "The bet was that you cum not me."
"Yeah yeah. But let's see how big you can grow!"
"Too big," he sighed.
"Not at all. I'd die to have one your size!"
"Ah but you're a girl aren't you. Admit it."
The penis was extending very satisfactorily now. Eight inches!
"Look I showed you my ID. I'll convince you."
I reckoned he was at full cock now- ten inches. I gasped as it throbbed in my hand.
I let go.
"Oh you giving up?" he teased.
"You watch," I retorted.
My naked body jumped on his and I lifted his shirt. 
All the while I stared at his excited erect ten incher. Nine incher perhaps now!
I felt my surge coming. I exploded over his eight incher which shot back to ten!
"I've heard of girls doing that," he said after a pause.
"No. Go on and taste it. If you know what male cum tastes like," I said scornfully.
"Course I do." 
He did and slowly nodded his head.
"I was wrong. Sorry," he said. "How come you didn't mind showing me your tiny dick?"
"I do mind when someone doubts me like you. I wish mine was big like yours!"
"Yeah my prob is that I met girls who are scared of it."
"Well find one who isn't."
"No I've had some bad experiences."
"So have I," I answered. "People laughed at me. Shrug it off. Tell you what," I said as though struck by the notion, "I would simply love you inside of me." 
I opened my mouth as a hint.
"You really sure?" he asked doubtfully.
"Hundred per cent want to feel that ten incher inside me!"
"Well if you're sure?"
He was back to four inches.
He turned me, my expectant mouth anticipating, so my back was on top of him.
This wasn't right. But I didn't want to stop him in his tracks so I lay back not knowing what he was up to.
His free hand squeezed my back passage. Suddenly I felt his floppy four incher poking in my rectum. His hand held open my passage enabling him to wedge in.
"Mmmm," he cried.
I felt the penis expand, six inches, he pushing it so it made its home inside. I was gasping as I became filled with eight inches, nine inches. I couldn't take any more.
Perhaps my liquid diet had made my anal area more supple, for with a final shove and a squeak from myself, he was all inside me. I was in heaven.
"Well done, both of you!"
It was mistress. How long she'd been watching I knew not.
A great disappointment followed.
Mistress pulled me off and told me to go and clean up. Enoch looked frustrated also.
With ill disguised grace,  after attempting to argue, I stomped out.

"Why?" was my question, after client had left.
"Look I'm sorry my dear Alexis, but client comes first. I wanted him to go away unsatisfied but knowing he can penetrate, that way he will want to find someone and try again very soon."
"But I was really enjoying it!"
"Truly, I am sorry. If you like I'll make it up for you."
"Please miss." Was she offering me sex with her?!
No such luck.
We were on the sofa, but she left me there, wondering. She came back with a ten incher, only a pretend one, dildo she called it.
"Not the same, but enjoy it," she suggested.
She pushed but as it was so big she had hard work pushing it in. It was a fight but I wanted it inside me. It was not like the real thing but she squeezed it all in and when she kissed me, I was happy.
"I'll masturbate this as long as you wish," she offered.
"For ever!" I joked, "or until you get me a real one."
"That'll come. That'll come."
"You love it don't you. You're groaning like a girl now!"
I said I did want the op.
She said it was all fixed.
"But rest tomorrow, then the clinic is booked for tomorrow evening."

Medical Note Sept 2019: Alexis (formerly Alex)
Preparatory work done for experimental operation: regular liquid diet for past week. Tablets of Nc7PhO4 administered for 3 days.
Preparation for operation: thorough rectal enema.
Operation: 
Clear any excess excretion from rectum. Insert temporary valve in intestine to prevent any contamination, that will dissolve in two days.
Create new 10mm tubing from rectum to scrotum. Tubing to have permanent one way valve to ensure flow only from rectum direction. Open one way only when operated remotely.
Butt plug, removable.

We had taken a taxi to the clinic. 
Mum only knew that we were going away for a few nights.
I think she scented romance!
I was placed in a pleasant side ward on my own.
A nurse stuck something up my backside, then shoved a huge nappy on me.
Mistress told me she would stay tomorrow for the op but had to go back to work after this. I was glad she was staying tonight. She held my hand.
I squeezed it as my stomach heaved and my usual soggy mess came squidging out. More poured out and the trickle went on for ten minutes. I felt a mess.
Nurse took a long while cleaning me. Another nappy went on, "just in case." 
I think I drifted off, something in my cocoa perhaps...

The big day!
Another enema "to clear any residual material."
My overnight nappy was soaked in urine and after half an hour my tummy retched and a tiny dollop of excrement plopped out.
Mistress offered me encouraging noises as well as her hand as my nappy was removed and my bottom cleaned and powdered.
"Wanna look good for the doc!" nurse told me.
A tall man whom I think was this doc called to examine me.
It was a bit painful all his prodding round but he finished with, "all straightforward. We'll give it a go Alexis, and by this evening it will be all over. After a couple days rest here, Dr Trison will take you home. Any questions?"
I could have asked what exactly he was doing, but did it matter? Mistress said it was for my good, that was sufficient.
A little later nurse returned with a needle. I passed into dreamland.

The ship was swaying in the storm.
"Abandon ship!" cried the beautiful captain, and peering closely thru the splashing waves on deck I saw it was none other than Captain Trison, resplendent in her shiny red galoshes.
Rats scurried thru tubes seeking safety but only plunging fatally into the foaming ocean.
"Jump off with me," I yelled to the gallant captain.
But she cried that she would go down with her ship.
"Then I also!"
"But you are only the ship's maid, save yourself."
"I stay with you!" I promised.
"Brave girl! Then have your reward!"
Captain revealed her ten inch dick and I gasped as thru the storm she thrust it deep inside me.
"I thought you were a woman!" I told her as I thrilled at  her giant cock which swelled to twelve, to fifteen inches, pushing inside me joyfully as the ship sunk below the surface.
"You must have mine!" I cried to her, pulling out my own ten incher for her to engulf.
I pushed it firmly in to her aching body as she thrilled me with her full twenty inches.
The waters o'ercame us.

I awoke in a sweat.
"You're fine," smiled mistress.
The usual medical checks followed as I came fully around.
Everything had gone well!
Mistress asked me to think while I recuperated, about my future.
1 Mum would welcome me home. 
2 a job was available at the sex shop for me.
3 I could live on my own, a one room bedsit could be rented near the shop.
"But I wanna stay with you," I insisted to mistress.
"But I don't have many clients who need your help," responded mistress. "I'm sorry but it is not sensible. What I will do is let you come home with me, until we can fix you up with accommodation."
"I love you." I said.
"Yeah but you need to start a new life Alexis. I will help, but resolve to make a break."
She left. 
The only crumb I had was that she was taking me back to hers. How long could I stay there?
One thing I decided. Option 1 was out. Staying with mum.
She was kind enough to come and visit, but her constant questions were unbearable. "Now you're a real girl..." began several of her suggestions. My protest that I had not had a sex change fell on deaf ears.
Besides I loved being a girl.

My old room was unchanged.
It was like being home again.
Mistress fed me my soup, not forgetting the tablet.
I wore my black uniform and promised to do the chores when mistress went to work. The only cloud was that this afternoon mistress was finalizing plans for my new bedsit, rent from my new job that I start tomorrow.
Despite my pleas to remain with mistress, the die appeared to be cast.
At least I had one more day to enjoy serving mistress. Make the most of it!
Let's start in mistress's bed. She said I could.
I was in her bedroom, the sheets untidily covered back, awaiting my pleasure. I was gonna leap into them when I saw another stain!
This one was still moist, almost as though mistress had left it there for me!
I poked my tongue on to it. Yes, still wet enough to get a taste- it must have been left this morning. Excitedly I lapped up the juice that only recently had been inside mistress.
In a delirium I rolled up in her sheets and imagined her with me. 
Little nervously, I felt my climax approaching. Would the operation have changed anything?
Certainly not, for out spewed my boiling hot cum splattering over the bed sheet. I decided to leave it there for her! 
I pulled the top sheet carefully over to make the bed appear made. I hoped my offering might please her tonight!

Then it was shopping time. 
I had my own provisions to get for my new bedsit, plus some goodies for mistress.
As usual, my cheeky 'friend' was hovering around the shop and accompanied me inside, as I filled my basket. 
He kept badgering me to let him come home with me.
Finally, I shocked him by saying Yes!
After all, I reasoned, why not?
That six incher he showed me was utterly what I needed to cheer me up.
I saw him bulge as I gave him my assent.
He looked as though he could not believe me.
"Let me carry those things, miss."
So he took all the shopping and talked as we both went eagerly back to the flat. I learned his name was John. He lived in a house adjacent to the shop with his three brothers and mother, Ma her called her.
I saw him breathe in deeply as I let him in to the flat, thru the door he had recently bashed down.
"I'll help you unpack first miss."
I showed him the things that should go in mistress's fridge and those that were for the box for my new flat.
"You leavin' here then?" he asked surprised.
"Fraid so," I replied sadly. "My mistress says I've got to find my own way... come on, I'll show you my bedroom."

In no time he had stripped off.
His three inch dick was floppy; "I left it like this for you, miss," he informed me.
I soon had finger and thumb grasping it. I was still in my uniform, he seemed to want it that way.
Soon he was throbbing, a splendid six inches clutched betwixt my fingers, ready to  penetrate me, then joy of joys he'd fill me with my first insemination!
"Oh miss, you are pretty, I fancied yer from the first time I saw yer." 
He pulled my pantie down.
He felt my pubic area, and looked at me puzzled.
"I am a boy-girl," I explained as he kissed me.
"I don't care, I just loves yer," he answered. Exactly the words to fill me with ecstasy.
I was soon whining sweetly as he pushed his six incher into my opening.
It was a little tight, but I encouraged him and he pushed and pushed until I felt his head protruding firmly into my 'womb.'
"Oooh miss," he moaned.
"Oooo, John," I added, as the whole six inches were welcomed inside me. We hugged tight and thrilled as our two bodies became intertwined. He began heaving, and I began moaning in pleasure.
"Ooooh miss," he kept repeating, as I lay back and savored every rub of his giant dick against my passage.
He tightened up and groaned loudly, This was it!
With a violent force he erupted all over my new womb. I felt  the foam splatter my walls as he pushed still further in, seeking fresh spaces to fertilize. Finally we collapsed together in satisfaction.
I slipped in my butt, explaining I wanted to keep his gift to me. He kissed me and we lay back reliving the splendor  of it all. Specially did I love that hot cum all inside me, making my womb feel warm, cosy and fulfilled.

"Wow, that was great miss!"
"Ready for more?" I was keen now I had had my first taste.
"Well my dick needs a little time to recover, miss, but later..."
"Oh I haven't shown you everything," I said looking at John between the eyeballs. "Watch this."
With the remote I had been given, I got the valve into the open position. Hopefully it would work as I had been told, when I got really aroused.
I gripped his flaccid dick for inspiration. He looked bemused.
I imagined it when it had been pulsing inside me. I relived the mind blowing pleasure as it had pushed in, as it had caressed every inch of my 'womb,' and then that magic moment as it gushed its cum into me. Such thoughts fired me up, my little clitty as erect as it could at half an inch, spurting out my cum over the amazed John, following which, out shot his very own cum that had so recently been thrust up my womb.
He could not grasp more than the fact that I had a penis, of sorts. He said where did so much cum come from and when I told him, he thought I was pulling his leg.
"You ready for more yet?" I half begged.
"You're the keen one," he giggled. "Gimme time."
I got out of bed. I had a few chores to finish before mistress returned. 
"Tell you what miss," suggested John, "I'll come back tonight shall I?"
"My mistress will be here then so better not."
"Okay miss, see yer."
He had gone. How deflated I felt. Satisfied, yet wanting more, urgently. I suppose he could have returned tonight, even if mistress had been here. What could she do about it? She wanted me independent.
That reminder depressed me further. She was taking me to the bedsit soon. She had fixed me a job.
Very kind for sure, but that is hardly independence. 
These thoughts were whirring round my brain when the door bell rang.
It was Johnny. Back for more?
No, not now. He says he had been thinking about my moving, would I come and meet his ma. John had been telling her about how wonderful I was, and she has an idea which may interest me. His brothers, he had also told about how amazing I was in bed. They'd, er, like to meet me. Knowing how keen I was, John reckoned between them, he and his three brothers should give me the time of my life!
I didn't want any time to think. Here was a chance to show my independence.
"I've got to get tea for mistress now, but I'll be round say 7 o'clock."
John beamed, "can't wait!"

The small house came in the unprepossessing category.
I had surprised mistress by telling her I was seeing friends tonight. Our last evening... she had sighed, but I said no more. I was sorry, more sorry than I realized, as I said goodbye to her. Yet it was she who had driven me to this.
I half expected not to return, so I took a few essentials like my tablets. 
However seeing John's house made me reappraise my hopes.
John eagerly opened the door.
"I'm glad yer came. This is my ma."
Ma was what I had expected, about 40 but looking well worn, not an unattractive figure, but bringing up four lads had left its mark on her.
She gave me something like a hug, which I returned, adding. "You be good to her, Johnny," while to me she added,  "we'll 'ave a little chat later, shall we?"
I nodded and John took me upstairs, mumbling that ma had always wanted a daughter.
Two bedrooms were upstairs. One was shared by John and his brothers, who welcomed me enthusiastically into their cramped quarters. 
"This 'ere is Miss Alexis," John introduced me. "And here are my brothers, Tom, the eldest, then Dick, and Har- that's short for Harry," he enlightened me. 
Each smiled at me in turn. 
"What you wanna do, miss?"
It was an open invitation with four willing young studs. I gulped in anticipation.

"Let's start with the youngest. After all, he introduced me, and knows what to do."
"We all know!" they chorused.
"Which is your bed John?"
Each bed was on one side of the wall. I lay on John's and removed my pantie.
He had stripped in an instant and his brothers gathered round as John proceeded to fuck me. 
It was a good fucking. I was looser than this afternoon and he had regained all his vigor. The penetration, the pushing, the spraying in my womb were each as good as earlier. 
He collapsed in ecstasy while I sprung up, my valve already open, and I showered my stream of cum over his gasping body. Immediately a jet of his own offering sprayed on top of it.
To say the brothers looked excited would be to put it mildly.
Ma had been spying or watching, whatever you call it and smiled at me. She left leaving the others to my mercy.
"I'm only spraying John today," I informed the disappointed trio. "You others may get a turn another day," I said nonchalantly.
In truth, I had loved the moments this afternoon when John's cum had been inside me, and I didn't wanna let go of their  three offerings so wantonly.
So I went to Har first, doggy style. His was another six incher, not as confident as John, Dick was a mere five and easily got inside me. Tom's was biggest, though not in Enoch's class, so by the time I was ready to talk to ma, four satisfied exhausted brothers lay in their beds, and I sloshed downstairs with three doses of cum to enjoy.

"You was good, girly," said ma.
We were in their untidy living room.
"I didn't know you were watching," I replied, unsure what was in ma's mind.
She poured as both a drink.
It was some cheap wine.
"Look  Miss Alexis, that is your name?"
"Yeah."
"Well from what John said and I saw, you could make a lot of money!"
"Me?"
"Novelty always sells and you got it girl!"
"But I wouldn't know how."
"That's where I can help- if you are willing."
"Oh yeah, I'm keen. I need a job anyway."
Here was I being independent!
"I thought you looked keen. I hopes you still enjoy it after a week or two. But you can always stop. Shall we say 50-50?"
"Done."
We kissed to seal the deal.
"John said you were moving in to a bedsit."
"Well I'd rather not. It would make me indebted to my last mistress."
"Mistress? Oh that's why you dress like that?"
"Yeah, my mistress was very kind, but that's past."
"You can stay 'ere, share my room if you likes. We'll use this place for the job. Tells yer what: I'll give 10% of what you give me to save up for a room for yers... And me perhaps."
"I'll match that. It can contribute to extras like clothing."
We kissed again.
She showed me to my new room.
I texted mistress to let her know I had found my own digs and job.

I will not pretend this house was ideal, it was squalid. But ma reckoned we'd earn enough soon to find better. I think she planned to leave her lazy offspring behind.
They expected freebies and I needed sex, so we had one more session late that night.
Tom's dick was biggest so I took him first, his cock pushing in to my half filled womb
I loved the sploshing his dick made as it was immersed in old cum. He gave me his load then on heat I sprayed him my own gift plus his own and his brothers' from earlier as well as his new hot foam. The whole mix of about half a pint sprayed over his face, body and bed. It was awesome.
They agreed!
Dick's tiddler (though I didn't insult him by calling it that) was the first new load inside me, very pleasant too.
Then a variation. John had been spoiled already, but I took him orally, while Har penetrated my womb.
John came first and I joyously swilled his hot foam in my mouth before lasciviously swallowing. Har's cum was soon mingling with Dick's as all the boys collapsed in their beds. Me, I could have taken a lot more! Ma knew that.

Ma had a double bed, I took the side nearest the door. She asked how it had gone and my blissful smile said it all.
"I wish I had your stamina," she sighed and gave me a longer kiss before we fell asleep.
Next morn I awoke to find her side empty.
She was cooking breakfast for her lads. She had bought some soup from the shop for me and we had a noisy breakfast together.
The lads were expecting me to go upstairs with them, but ma disabused them.
"She has work to do. You good-for-nothings will have to earn your way if you wish to get Miss Alexis's favors again."
That meant them performing numerous tasks that really ought to have been done years before.
As for me, clearly ma had been busy. I was to go to our bedroom to rest. "First customer fixed for noon, okay?"

A tariff was from £60 to £120, ma decided it on how well off the man was. 
My spraying a customer  was £180 to £230, I would only do this every few hours, so ma had to draw up a timetable.
Also I told her that I'd like to sleep at night with plenty of cum in me- like a good meal!- so the last spray would be at least four customers before we finished. Tonight I was to finish at 8pm, with an hour for lunch baby ood about 2pm.
Customers were allotted 30 minutes.
Some  only needed 15!

My first was ushered in promptly at noon.
A retired gent who sheepishly joined me on the bed. I was in my uniform. I soon had him stripped, desirous of seeing what he had to offer. Not much as it happened, though an improvement naturally on my specimen.
I established how he wanted it (doggy style) and whether he needed sucking first. He'd not chosen to be sprayed.
I crouched, as I used to on mistress's bed, awaiting his erect dick. I thought of how lovely it might have been if I had stayed with mistress! Still, I could not have done this with her.
Bang! It shot in when I had almost given up hope.
He was keen, no questioning that. The load of last night's cum agitated him, driving him to an intensity which suggested he was trying to devour that old cum with his conquering dick. 
The signs came, the panting, the extra elongation, the pulsing, as he erupted round my womb. I was happy too.
"Thanks miss, I'll come again."
I had fifteen minutes to savor his gift before customer two was shown in.
A bearded thirty something who kissed me for a few minutes. He certainly tickled!  As we kissed, I felt in his pants finding a pleasing erection, a good average size, maybe slightly bigger. I started masturbating him, wanting my chief delight, this fat thing, inside of me.
I sucked it, enjoying a taster of pre-cum, while he shook off his clothing.
Then this little maid lay down and took in his nice big cock. I like big ones!
As with customer one, he delighted to swill in all the varieties of cum, in the knowledge that I would be spraying him with it.
In fact I was busting and took myself out of him to squirt my hot cum over his bulging dick.
Then out came three dollops of cum from last night and this morning, splashing his face, his hair, and dribbling down his torso. The quantity was impressive.
He was lying on the bed, I crouched facing him and he was more than ready!
I just pushed my body down on his heaving meat, when it powered its boiling cum inside my waiting womb. That had been empty all of half a minute!

The rest of the day passed in a blur.
Ma came in at 7.55 to discover that even I was knackered.
Fourteen clients, total earnings £1,500. That's £750 for us each from which £150 will go towards renting a room.
I couldn't believe we had done so well. 
"I'll start looking for a room tomorrow shall I?" asked ma.
"Yeah yeah."
"You look tired. Want be to bring your broth up here?"
"No, a change of scene'd be good."
"Right, a quiet word. My no good sons are expecting you will service them. I suggest you don't unless you really wanna. They've hardly done any of the jobs I'd ordered them to do."
"Okay ma. A rest will suit me. Perhaps they might learn that they have to earn things."

A row about my non availability led me quickly back to the bedroom.
John burst in, in his cheeky way, expecting me to "do" him, despite ma's words to the brothers.
He bounced on my bed, ready to give me the erect dick he was brandishing. 
Wise old ma had him out in no time. Just like my own mum. I wonder what she's doing? Trying to find me probably. Perhaps mistress is as well, tho that I doubted.

I was daydreaming, poring over the highlights of the day, wallowing in many many happy moments, and the five helpings of cum trapped inside my body.
I was trying to guess how many loads I might hold and what might happen if my 'womb' got overfull.
Ma crept in. "You asleep?"
I told her no, I'd just been recalling my lovely day.
"Happy?"
"Oh yeah ma. Thanks to you. And my ex-mistress."
"You miss her don't you?"
"Yeah, but that is behind me now. I'm happy here. I am amazed how you keep your lads under control."
"It ain't easy. And they're too lazy by half. I'm hoping you might prove an incentive"
"What, in bed?"
"Correct. You're a sweet girl, Miss Alexis!"
She lay on her side of the bed and lightly kissed me.
"I am also a boy," I corrected.
"Of course, though I'm right in saying you prefer being a girl?"
"Oh yeah, rather. But I love being male and being able to ejaculate."
"Have you ever tried getting your penis elongated?"
"I don't believe it is possible. Dr Trison, that's my mistress, I mean ex-mistress, said it was only possible if I did not have the op I did.  Now I think it would damage my testicles or something."
"I'm sorry."
It was my turn to offer her a kiss. "Thanks. I would have liked a big penis, but even an op would only guarantee a small penis, so I am content with things as they are, very content."
"Look. Hit me if you want. But would you mind at all showing me your little dick, Miss Alexis?"
"Glad to. Mum calls it my clitty."

I lay back happily as ma lifted my uniform- I'd been too  exhausted to put on my nightie- and in the soft light of the room, she looked closely at my sweet little clitty.
"It does look more like a clit," she admitted, except obviously you have no vagina. Would you think it naughty of me if I could feel around it?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
I snuggled down even more comfily.
"Absolutely sure?"
"Go on, I want you to feel it, and all of me!"
All day I had quite happily enjoyed penetration after penetration, however this was quite different for I had strong feelings towards ma.
I trembled very obviously when her hand touched my floppy tiny clitty.
"Lovely," I assured her in case she thought I was sensitive there.
Her hand glided over the tiny uncircumcised head and that was all, if I had a shaft it was hidden inside me. Maybe Dr Trison had told me, I did not remember.
"Have you ever masturbated my dear?"
"That's rubbing isn't it. No ma. My mum said I shouldn't."
"Why ever not?"
"I dunno. I guess it might be dangerous in my condition."
"Mmm, I can't see why. Did your doctor mention masturbation?"
"No, at least I think not. Mmm, it does feel nice!"
She was very very gently caressing my head. That old familiar sensation welled up inside of me, and I kissed ma.
She kissed back and we were interlocked face to face.
"Your valve is off?" Ma queried.
I nodded. "It feels heavenly ma. Thank you, oh thank you so much! Can I do the same for you?"
"To have you satisfied and your cum pulsing over me is enough darling. For today. Just let me build you slowly to climax..."
I hugged her tightly. My breath came in fits as my body craved to release my gift for this kind lady. 
"Coming!" I whispered. My fingers dug into her back as our fronts pressed together. Cum squeezed between us and she offered me one final squeeze of delight.
"That dress'll need a wash!" she quipped then licked my fresh cum and swallowed, smacking her lips.
I stayed in my soiled uniform, sleeping tight in ma's arms.

What a lovely night of wet dreams! Ma rubbed me until I grew to the average six incher- perhaps I really did crave a bigger dick.
Next day was very ordinary in the sense that it was the same excitement as yesterday. More fat dicks, though no supersized ones to my chagrin.
The boys never got thru their jobs as usual, and I loved spraying a couple of customers.
Oh, another entirely expected happening, which ma told me about that evening- mum had "popped in" to see me. She'd nosed around enough to find me, ma rightly told her I was "occupied." What would she have said could she have seen what my occupation was!
So I phoned her, merely to try to dissuade her from visiting again.
But at 8.30pm she was back.
Half expecting her, I had got up and was supping downstairs with ma.
She regarded ma as a rival, but I told her that was nonsense. Besides, we shared a bed together. Mum gave me a dirty look and stormed to the shabby front door. Here she turned,
"To think that a child of mine would become such a slut!" More words in this ugly vein.
Finally, she threw a small package she had brought at us, shouting, "that's from your precious doctor. She asked me to hand it you.
It was the electric whip.

While I reflected on why my mistress might have sent it, ma examined the present. I caught her eye and read her thoughts.
"John," she called upstairs, "down here this minute."
A grumbling accompanied him as he stomped downstairs.
"Yeah?"
"Have you painted the front door as I asked?"
"No ma," he mumbled.
"Have you...?" the list went on with similar negatives.
But tonight instead of moaning at him, she gripped him of a sudden, pushing him over the table.
"Can you pull down his pants," ma asked me.
I did so and he looked pleased for a minute.  Specially when I pressed him down so he could not escape. But when he saw what ma had picked up, his expression faltered and changed.
"You've been asking for years for this," ma sneered. She wasted no more explanations.
Whip!
He jumped slightly but I held him firm.
Ma moved the setting up to 30. 
That stung.
Then 100. That left a deep red mark.
Another at 100. This time she pressed it against his backside with her hand. It must have hurt her, but it roasted his backside.
He yelled out.
"I'll do them jobs tomorrer," he swore.
"You'd better. Or there'll be more of the same tomorrow evening."
"Well, if there is, could Miss Alexis whip me please?!"
He scurried away  while we both laughed.
"We'll see the proof of the pudding tomorrow. If it works, we'll deal with the others- I'm too tired to do it tonight."
"Me too," I added, "though not too tired," I said significantly.

I so wanted to see what ma's clit was like, and feel it, and enjoy it, and satisfy her like she had done me.
I had never seen a naked girl, but ma allowed me to explore wherever I liked.
"An old body like mine  should not be what you are craving," she sighed. I offered her a reassuring kiss and she kindly guided my hand into the passage I had been fingering. Clearly she was loving this, and having been shown her sweet spot, her screams of ecstasy began, high pitched, showing I was giving her what she had not enjoyed for years. 
My own arousal, one of those inadvertent ones I used to have, sprayed cum over us both and we ended in an orgy of kissing, rubbing, and her soaking my fingers in her juices.

Next day was genuinely 'normal'- sixteen more customers, one I did actually dislike since he obviously regarded me as dirt, to hide his own guilt no doubt.
Oh, how could I forget? 
John did paint the door!  As he had completed four of his five tasks, ma allowed him his reward.
After supper, I returned to bed, with something like a grin. I was gonna enjoy giving John his dues.
Very cautiously, he came in, followed by ma!
"He says he wants me to see him getting his reward," she told me, as he began stripping, "he is actually nervous. He really does fancy you!"
His six incher was urging me to take him.
"Please Miss Alexis," he began, "could you whip me first?! Not my bum though, that's still sore!"
With a laugh, ma went to fetch said whip.
John asked to lie on the bed. His erection was vertical and inviting.
"Please whip me dick, miss, first. Not quite as nasty as what ma did."
Ma returned and I raised the whip, set at 60. "You sure?"
"Yeah please Miss Alexis!"
Crack! A bullseye on his dick flattening it against his lower stomach.
He smiled.
"One more please, and, and then leave it there!"
Again the whip raised. Setting 60. Ready to inflict a permanent mark.
Whip!
It landed along the length of his taut six inches. He flinched but reveled in the heat transferring from the electric whip to his reddening dick.
He braced himself then turned smartly away. I switched off the current.
"Ready Miss Alexis!"
He returned to lying on his back, his dick erect, the red line from the whip glowing hot.
I didn't take customers this way, since the lovely cum in my womb would flood out when the butt plug was removed.
But this was a special case, so I positioned myself above his throbbing meat, whipped out the plug, starting a flow of old cum on his fat dick.
It proved useful lubrication and I was quickly in. 
"Wow miss, that stuff yourn? I'm gonna add to it in a mo!"
He was right. After exploring my womb thru the sea of cum he burst his own rope of thick cum inside me."
I kissed him.
"Ain't yer gonna spray me?" he grinned.
I did so, without any pleasure to me. Being satiated in sex, I was losing some of my enjoyment.

At the end of a week, six days more accurately as we needed a day of rest, we had earned £10,000. 
John continued to earn his rewards, and that had persuaded the three others to turn the house from hovel into home.
Ma was thrilled with their reform.
They might even stand on their own feet now, for you remember we were planning to leave them.
We found a nice bedsit to rent in town, further along the road with Dr Trison's office. Thus it was further away from ma, who had called round most days, only to find that I was busy.
The new room was bright and well furnished. I bought new uniforms. Everything was perfect. We moved in on our day off and customers streamed in next morning.
I 'entertained' in the double bed in an alcove, a curtain offering some privacy. Not that I minded ma hearing, her presence in the kitchen-cum-sitting room was a comfort, in view of that slightly unpleasant customer we had had. However he was the exception. 
One thing I was most curious to discover was this: how much cum could my womb hold?
So ma made sure that I did no 'sprayings' for the first few days in her new home.
After two days and thirty five loads I felt pretty full. I loved the feeling of so much liquid gushing in me. Walking was a little laborious, but I did so proudly. We walked to the local that evening and I received a few curious glances.
I recognized a couple of men customers. Ma did some of her recruiting here.
Then I saw mistress in one corner of the bar. I think she was alone, anyway I don't think she saw me, and we stealthily crept away.

Next night, with over 50 loads, my butt was showing signs of the strain, the odd tell-tale droplet could be felt.
"You'd better stop," ma advised anxiously, "Let it out! It's gonna make a mess!"
But I was stubborn.
"I will," I promised. "I know I am full I just wanna see what happens."
"Be careful darling."
"I'm going out," I said heroically, and cornily, I may be some time. I am off too see how your sons are faring."
"I'll come too," she cried anxiously.

One could not pretend the boys had kept their house as we had left it.
But ma gave them nine out of ten for effort, if not for results.
But I was here on my own behalf, my own reward for my curiosity. They'd get something too!
They were pleased to see us, particularly when I explained why I had come.
I stripped and went doggy style on ma's old bed. John first, eagerly pumping in his hot gift. Room for more? Seems like it, Har was next, followed by the pulsing cocks of Dick and Tom.
Ma watched on, concerned.
It had been during Har's ejaculation that I first discerned a wonderful new sensation. It was as a feeling of release, freedom.

My womb, tight with the pressure of so much cum, became relaxed. Where had the excess gone?
All I knew was my body craved more.
Har was first in. He was keen for another "dip" and was throbbing a second offering to join the other loads.
It was infectious. The others all had a second 'helping' as John cheekily called it.
"It's a gangbang!" he cried, as they all found strength for fresh ejaculations.
Ma was gripping my hand by this time. Finally I yielded, bloated and depraved, the boys scattering amid promises that they'd keep the house "perfect" in future.
I lay on the bed, my back spotted with a few stray splashes of cum.
Most obviously, as I lay there fulfilled, my stomach had distended. Ma stared in shock.
It took a while to find the words. I was exhausted.
"Nothing wrong, I expect. I was told a valve had been placed in my intestine. I think he said it would dissolve. Yeah, the cum must have found its way up my intestine..."
"...into your stomach," added ma. "You need a doctor."
"No no," I cried, "I feel fine really. I wanna enjoy this."
I got up unsteadily. My belly sagged under the weight. My 'womb' still felt full. Somehow despite the discomfort, I was thrilling to the experience.
Ma said she had an old maternity dress somewhere but I insisted I try on my maid's uniform if poss.
The tightness accentuated the bulge of my stomach. Slipping on stockings, high heels, and cap, I cautiously descended the stairs.
I wanted to show off. I needed folk to witness I was pregnant- or at least I appeared to be pregnant.

Ma's hand supporting me, we slowly made our way back to our bedsit.
Naturally we bumped into mum, who was too stupefied to say anything, for once in her life.
She followed after us, trying to ask questions, but none made sense.
In the end, she simply followed in silence, until we reached the pub.
"I need something!" I cried, and ma found us a seat, mum sat gazing at me, while the drinks were ordered. Mum squeezed my hand and kissed me.
We sipped our drinks without a word, until mum proposed a toast "To My Grandchild."
What was the point of explaining?
Oh, here's someone who might! For coming across to join us was mistress, my ex-mistress.
Her eyes took in the situation at once.
"I'm fine," I told mistress, but she had other ideas. "Ask the landlord if he has a quiet room," she told ma and mum.
I was helped into a little meeting room. Mistress asked me a few pertinent questions, which I nonchalantly answered. She was more anxious than I.
She asked ma and mum to leave us.
Then she examined me, that I loved, her fingering me.
She talked as she felt around,
"I should have foreseen all this. I should have kept a closer eye on you. I'm sorry, Alexis."
"I'm not," I replied, "unless you want me to come back and live with you!"
We were interrupted.
"Oh Enoch," mistress said, "sorry to leave you. But you remember Alexis don't you?"
He nodded. All I could see was his big cock, the biggest I've ever seen, except of course it was hidden at the moment.
"Enoch is my temporary helper," explained mistress, "he's helping a few clients, until he is fully better."
"He could help me now!" I laughed.
He did.
That giant cock bulged into my ocean of cum which dripped on the meeting room floor. 
He had me excited in moments and I was already spouting my own load on him when he came. That was followed by the most almighty flood, a regular waterfall. My tummy subsided, I felt a new girl, emptied but fulfilled.
"We'd better apologize to the poor landlord!"

I knew my love for mistress was an unrequited love, and though we kept in touch, her with a string of temporary assistants, I very much enjoyed sharing my life with ma, not forgetting those four boys.
After that climax of cum, my passion moderated, and we entertained only a few customers each week, but enough for us to happily live together, my joy was to sleep with ma each night, my womb half full of cum, but never so full as that fateful night!
   THE  END