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Caught Out By A Client Penned by: Miss Deborah Leigh Johnson



Setting


Steve Kliner has been a client of mine for nearly ten years. He has a
lot of life insurance and mutual fund investments with me.

Steve is rather an enigma to me. He is in his mid thirties, six foot
tall, with the physique of one who obviously works out often, no fat
on him at all. He has sandy brown coloured hair, and these piercing
light blue eyes that let you know almost every emotion that man is
feeling. I often thought that he would be excellent husband material,
and I could never understand why some attractive woman had not stolen
his heart yet.

He always makes me feel kind of inferior, almost submissive to him,
though I would never dream of ever letting him know that he makes me
feel that way. You see, I am only five foot four and slim. I feel
quite intimidated by his presence, even if I do like him a lot.

I like Steve, and we have become good friends over the years. I have
made a lot of money from his business, and I have made him a lot of
money too.

For some reason, over the last three months, he has been starting to
just drop in to my office, without making an appointment first.

That is what led up to a rather fateful Thursday afternoon.



The Beginning

I had just gone through a company sales campaign and I was exhausted.
True, I am an independent financial advisor, but I place most of my
business with one particular company, and I place enough business with
them that they include me in all of their local competitions.

I had made nearly $30,000 in a matter of five weeks. I was elated, but
I was also drained. I desperately needed a vacation.

So it was that I was sitting at my desk about mid to late afternoon,
with my feet up, and just considering taking the rest of the week off.
I sure deserved it.

It was at that point that Steve dropped in.

I was always happy to see him, because I liked him. I also liked that
we had become friends over the years.

He smiled and sat down as he usually did, and asked me if I had any
coffee on. I did, and I rose to go to the back of the office to get
him a cup.

When I returned, I was surprised to see that he was watching me with a
most curious expression in his eyes.

I surrendered the coffee I had gotten for him, and sat in my big chair
behind my desk again.

"Dirk, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure Steve. I consider us to be personal friends, not just a client
and agent. What is on your mind?"

"Why do you wear women's clothes?"

I was stunned.

I sat and stared at him for a very long moment. How had he ever
guessed? I was too careful to make a serious mistake.

"Uhhh, what do you mean, Steve?"

"What I mean is this. If I took that tie off, I bet that I would find
that the buttons on your shirt button on the wrong side. I bet that If
I took your sweater vest off, that I would find that your pants zipper
on the wrong side too. Not only that, but your pants are a light cream
colour. If a person looks hard enough, they can see a trace of your
pink panties under them. And, I know damn well that men can buy shoes
with Cuban heels,  but those are not men's shoe's either, are they?"

He had me.

I swallowed a large painful lump in my throat. My hands were shaking.
I felt as though I had just entered the twilight zone.

I looked into those pretty blues eyes of his. There was no malice.
There was just a look of curiosity.

"To be honest Steve, I do not know why I wear them. I have just always
felt more comfortable in ladies clothes than I have in men's clothes.
I have felt this way all of my life. I do not know why. I just like it
better."

"Do you like to wear dresses and skirts too?"

"Yes. I like to wear everything that is pretty and feminine." I felt
my face burning at my confession.

"I bet you look pretty."

"Uhhh, I think that I do."

"Do you have any pictures of yourself all dressed up?"

"Yes."

"Can I see them?"

"You, you really want to see pictures of me dressed up as a woman?"

"Yes. I do. Do you mind showing them to me?"

"Uhhh, I guess not?"

I got out my picture album and watched with great fear and trepidation
as he slowly turned one page after the other. There were about forty
pictures in the album. When he was finished, he turned back to the one
of me in a French Maid uniform.


"You know, if you wore that, I would let you come over to my place and
clean my house for me."

He grinned wolfishly at me, and I felt like a lusted after woman. I
loved how it felt too.

"You would?"

"Hey, you are a pretty good lookin' lady. I would not throw you out of
bed for eating crackers, as the old saying goes."

I was trapped. My feminine vanity had been fired.

"You think I am a good looking woman, Steve?"

"Let me put it this way. If you were wearing a dress right now, I
would not think twice about asking you to come out for a romantic
supper with me."

"Wow. You, you are a guy, and if I was wearing a dress, you would ask
me out on a date?"

"Haven't you ever dated a guy before?"

"No. I always thought that that would be kind of queer."

"Have you wanted to date a guy?"

"Well, I love to feel like a woman, I will admit that. And it is a
normal thing for a woman to date a man, and I kind of want to
experience everything that women are allowed to do. So, I guess that I
could say that I might like to date a man?"

"How long would it take you get all dolled up?"

"Usually about an hour."

"Here is the drill. I am going to go away and I will come back in an
hour. You put on something pretty for me, and we will see how good you
look in real life. If I think you look good, I will take you out for a
nice dinner, and maybe some dancing?"

"Steve, I am not a fag, okay?"

"What makes you think that I am? What I see is a lovely feminine woman
with a wee bit extra in her panties. I do do not see a guy in a dress.
I am not gay either, okay? Let's just see if we can have some fun with
this, okay?"

"Okay Steve. I... I will get ready."

"What do you call yourself when you are a girl?"

"Deborah, or Debi, with one 'e' and one 'I'."

"Cute. All right Miss Debi, I will be back here in an hour."

 

The Next Step

I dressed nervously. Sure, I was confident that I looked enough like a
woman to go out and drive around the city, but I had never dated a guy
before. I had never let anyone see me really close up either. My hands
had to be calmed before I attempted to put on my eye liner, or there
would be an awful mess, I knew.

But I finally got dressed.

I wore a new pink blouse that buttoned like a shirt, but in the front
panel where it buttons, there is an intricate white lace design down
the front. With it, I chose to wear a new suit I had just gotten. It
was a dark purple, two piece. The skirt was a little long but when I
wore heels, it actually made me look trimmer than I really was. I
think that it was the longish single breasted blazer that enhanced the
look. Anyhow, I as quite pleased.

I checked my delicate wrist watch, touched up my hair and put on a
final spritz of perfume. I was ready for my first date with a man.

My heart was beating wildly.  I knew that I wanted this, badly. I
wondered if he would like me enough to kiss me, and to hold my hand
when we walked down the street. I desperately wanted to know what it
felt like to be treated like, and to act like a lady on a date with a
man. I'd fantasized for years, and now I could hardly believe that it
was about to happen for real.

I felt quite flattered that Steve had taken this initiative. It must
mean that he really liked me.

I heard a rapping on the office door, and I looked around the corner
to see if it was Steve or another client. If it was a client, what
could I do? I could not let a client see me dressed as a woman. Word
would get around, and my business would be ruined for sure.

It was Steve.

With a deep sigh that was designed to muster all the courage I could
find in me, I left the bath room and walked to the door. I unlocked
it, and Steve came in. He stood for a long moment in front of me.

I had a myriad of emotions and thoughts as he stood there. One thing,
I realized for the first time how big a man he really was. Even in my
three and a half inch heels, I had to look up to see into his eyes. It
made me feel small and dainty, and I loved that feeling. I blushed. I
realised that I had always been looking at him before with boy eyes,
but now I was seeing him with my girl eyes.

He was really cute. I noted the light shadow of a beard. Yes, he was
cute. I had never thought of him as being a cute guy before, but now I
could admit to myself that I did think that Steve was cute.

I felt so small and delicate. His eyes were slowing taking in my
effeminated image, and he made me feel like I was being examined by a
lustful dirty old man. I liked that feeling too.

I lowered my eyes. 

As I did son, I noted a slight stirring in the front of his pants.
When I saw that, I felt my panties instantly bulge with my sensual
excitement. I was glad that my skirt was not a tight fit, or he would
know for sure what I was feeling. I did not want to be excited by
being with a man, but I could not deny that he made me feel very
feminine and attractive to him.

"Well? Do you think that I look like a real woman Steve?"

"I think that you look like a woman who needs some loving."

Then, before I could stop him, he took my hand and pulled me out of
the office. Fortunately, I had my purse with me. I was so scared.
Nervously, I turned and locked the door. The cool autumn breeze played
with the hem of my skirt and I loved how it felt on my nyloned legs.
It was so sexy.

He took my hand and led me over to his car. Though it was still only
late afternoon, it was starting to get dark already. I stood passively
by, as he unlocked the passenger door of his car, and helped me to
situate myself in it. I was glad that it was a long skirt, as the seat
was low, and if it had been a mini skirt, Steve would have seen my
panties for sure.

Soon, he was in the car and we were pulling out of the parking lot.
Once we got onto the main street, he reached over and took my left
hand in his right one. He was holding my hand, like he would if I was
really a girl. I was thrilled to be able at long last, to be treated
like a woman, and to be expected to act like a woman is allowed to
act.

I knew he would be disappointed if I did anything that might seem to
be at all mannish to him. This was a dream come true for me. I felt as
though I were trapped into being completely feminine, and it felt
wonderful to me. I looked down at his big hot hand clasping my, laying
on my lap, right on top of my pantied erection. I knew that there is
no way that he could not know that I was excited by this experience.

I kind of hoped that I was just as exciting to him as he was to me
too.

We made our way to a restaurant that I was well known at. Being
single, I ate in restaurants most of the time. I was scared and tense
when we drove into the parking lot. Steve, sensing what I was feeling,
just stared long and hard at me for a few minutes.

"Do you really think that anyone who knows you as a male is going to
think that you look anything like that old self tonight?"

"I, I guess not? I just never did this before, Steve. I am really
scared. Can we go somewhere else?"

"Hell, if you are going to be my girlfriend you had better get used to
the idea of going where I want to go. Got that Miss Debi?"

'Girlfriend?' Did I hear him right? Did he want me to become his
girlfriend? Wow. I had never imagined that something like this might
happen. How did I feel about being a girlfriend?

I loved it.

Then a sobering though smacked me with its reality. Girlfriends have
sexual relations with boyfriends. Did Steve really expect me to be all
girl, like all the way?

Submissively, I lowered my eyes and nodded to him that I was accepting
of his conditions. I felt so weak. I felt submissive, and the feelings
made me feel feminine. This was far more than I had ever fantasized
about. This was the real world of girl hood.

He went around to my side of the car and opened the door. He reached
for my hand to help me get out of the low riding car. I was glad. From
that angle, I needed his help to get back up onto my high heels.
Girls, while they have many advantages in life, had some disadvantages
too. Though I cerebrally knew about them, it had never really entered
into my understanding. Now, I was finding out what it really was like
to live in a feminine reality.

I loved it. I wished it could be forever. I wished that I was a real
girl, so Steven could marry me, and I could take care of him, and be
taken care of by him. I looked at him, and I felt a warmth in my
heart, as I wondered what it would be like to be his wife.

We entered the restaurant, and I was amazed to find that Steve had
reservations. He had reserved a front row table. Everyone in the
restaurant would see him sitting with the womanized me. I would have
no escape. Everyone would be watching me act like a woman.

But, wasn't this the kind of reality that I had wanted anyway?

I felt every feminine stitch that I was wearing, as we made our way to
the table. He had already ordered my favourite poached salmon dish
too. It occurred to me that he must have been pretty sure of his way
with me if he had done this already. It also occurred to me that he
must really like me to have gone through so much effort for me too. He
was trying to impress me, and he was doing a good job of it too.

The waiter pushed my seat in under me, as I lowered myself,
remembering to smooth out my skirts under me as I sat down. Steve was
a wonderful host to me. He kept the conversation going, but it was not
the conversation that I was used to. This was the conversation of an
amorous young man, trying to impress and perhaps seduce a young lady
of his choosing.

He soon had me aware that I had drunken to much wine. I was elated. I
found that the slight edge from the wine gave me just that much
freedom to act the way that I had only dreamed of acting before. I now
knew what it felt like to reach across a table in a public restaurant,
and lightly caress the back of a man's hand. I knew what it felt like
to look up into a man's eyes, and see that I was wanted as a feminine
person. I knew what it felt like to have a man reach over under the
table cloth, and run his hand up under my skirt. And, for the first
time in my life, I knew what it felt like to have a man touch my
cockette through my panties.

Yes, I luxuriated in being treated like a woman. I luxuriated in the
pleasures of being allowed to act like a woman who was being seduced
too. It was wonderfully freeing to me. I felt, for the first time in
my life, like I had become a whole personality. I loved the newly
emerging Miss Debi too.

The dinner was prolonged but not boring. It was ever so stimulating to
be treated like a woman, and I ate up every second of the experience.
But, alas all good things come to an end. Before I knew it, it was
nearly eight.

Steve asked me if I was going to take the next day off. I told him
that I really wanted to.

He smiled and then said that if I did not have to be in early, why not
go to his place for a night cap?

He made it sound so reasonable, that I agreed. It was only when we got
out onto the highway that I remembered that he lived in an old farm
house about ten miles outside of the city limits. What would I do now?

He reached over and took my hand again, only this time, he pressed the
back of his hand down into my pantied little cockette. He told me that
he was really happy that he was turning me on so much, because I was
really turning him on. I was not gay, and neither was Steve, but I
felt nice about what was happening.

Then he took my hand, still in his, and placed it on the front of his
pants.

I had never touched a man like that before. It was really hard and I
could feel the heat of it right through his pants. It was nice. I felt
quite feminine, and quite natural.

Soon, we drew up to his front door. He again helped me from the car,
only this time, when he pulled me up, he pulled me into his arms. I
yielded submissively to his wishes. I wanted to please him.

I soon felt his hot hands on my bum cheeks, pulling me up to meet his
lips. I sighed as the man kissed me. He was so different from the
girls I had kissed before. His lips were so big, and so thin and hard.
I liked it. I wanted him to know that I liked his kissing me. I parted
my lips, and he took the hint that I accepted him, and I wanted him to
invade my body.

His tongue was massive as it slowly licked my lips then entered into
my mouth. He pulled me tightly against him, and I felt his big hard on
for me. I did not know whether I should be ashamed that he was
treating me like a fairy, or be pleased and flattered that as a lady,
I was exciting to him.

The latter won out. Soon, I found myself responding by sucking on his
tongue, and pressing my tummy against him to encourage him to take me
further in my experience as his girlfriend. Yes, I wanted to become
the feminine woman that he would allow me to be for him.

He lifted me and carried me into his house. There was no fan fare.
There was no pretense. I knew that he wanted me and he wanted me to
please him. And I knew that I wanted to please him.

He carried me up the stairs and lay me on his bed. I lay there,
marveling that I was getting to see him the way the other girls saw
him. He smiled at me and he slowly removed his clothes. Then, he was
naked, and he had a huge erection, aimed right at me. I'd never been
in this position before, and I liked it. I loved being the sought
after prey of a man on the prowl. I liked feeling like his prize to be
taken.

Then he lay down, right on top of me. I had never felt the weight of a
man on me before, and I loved it. I wrapped my arms around his neck to
let him know that I accepted him. Then for the first time, I also felt
a cock poking at my panty crotch. I opened my legs to let him know
that I liked that too.

I felt the hardness pushing up at the panties, right where my vagina
would be, if I had one, and I wished that I had one for him to slip
that massive thing into. I would love feeling like I was his conquered
lady, taken and possessed by him.

He lay on me and kissed me for a very long time. I have no idea of how
long it was, as it was all like a dream to me.


Consummation Of My Role


"Debi?"

"Yes Steve?"

"You know how you turn me on, and I know how I turn you on." With that
he reached down and for the umpteenth time, he fondled me through my
panties.

"Girl, you gotta relieve me. You give me blue balls, you are so hot,
and I gotta get some relief."

"What do you want me to do Steve?"

"Honey, if you was a regular girl, I'd be fucking you. You ain't
though, no matter how pretty and how feminine you are. But, girls like
you can please their men in another way."

"You... You want me to suck your cock, don't you Steve?"

"Hey, all the other girls do it. Why should you be any different?"

He looked down at me with that oh so superior masculine expression
that says, "I am right, how could you not agree with me?" look in his
eyes.

I lay their, totally aware of my utter effemination. He was right, I
had to admit it. But he also wanted me to answer him. He wanted me to
humiliate myself in front of him.

"Well? Why should you be different than any other woman I have dated,
Miss Deborah?"

"No reason I guess?"

I felt the flush of humiliation wash over my psyche. I had just told a
guy that there was no reason why I should not suck his cock. What was
wrong with me? I should be screaming and fighting with him. I should
be trying to preserve any shred of masculinity that I had ever had.
Instead, I was dressed as a woman, laying in a man's arms, and I had
just told him that if he wanted me to suck his cock for him, that I
could find no reason not to do it.

Did I want to be able to look in the mirror tomorrow morning, and know
that I was looking at a cock sucker?

I knew for certain that I did not want to think of myself as a fairy.
I did not feel like a fairy. I felt like I had at long last, been
allowed to feel like a woman. I knew now that I wanted to look in the
mirror in the morning, and know that I was looking at a woman who had
done what normal women do, with their boyfriends, the men that they
love.

I did not know what to do, so I wrapped my hand around his cock again,
amazed at how big and hard he could get. I felt so flattered that I
could make him react to me like this. He was reacting like this, I
knew, because of my femininity.

Not know what else to do, I began to kiss down his cheek, down over
his chin, down his neck and ever so slowly I kissed down through his
chest hair, down to his tummy. Then, I slowly moved down to kiss his
chest, I masturbated him. I felt so completely natural pleasing this
man, the same way that his girlfriends pleased him. I wondered if he
like me enough that he would want to go out with me, like go steady or
something? I hoped so.

Soon, I had kissed my way all the way down, so that his cock was
actually touching my face.

I smelled his strong masculine musky scent. I had never smelled that
man smell from myself. Nor had I ever wanted to smell it. I stopped
there. His cock was so big and so ugly. It absolutely fascinated me.

It looked so right, wrapped in my pink tipped fingers. There was
nothing about me at the moment that was male.

Yet, I had lived with a life time of conditioning. To dress in girl's
clothes when you are a boy, and then to make love to a man, was the
lowest form of life on the earth. That was what I had always been
taught. But, it felt so right to me to be doing this. I knew I was not
a fairy. I had a male body, but my feminine nature was expressing
herself now. I felt like a she, not a fairy.

Could I actually find from within myself, the courage to break all the
taboos?

As I watched the thing throbbing in my hand, it occurred to me that
maybe I should see if I could kiss it first.

It jerked and hit me on the nose as I moved my lips towards it. But in
seconds, I felt my lips kissing the dry hardness. I could hardly
believe that I was actually masturbating a cock, and kissing it. But
somehow, as I was kissing him, a new emotion intruded on my reality.

I had the sense that he was a man who enjoyed being a man, and I was
most definitely not. A person like me should be honoring a person like
him. As I kissed, I began to kiss him with the passion of one who
loves honors and respects. Yes, he was a man, and I did not want to
be. He deserved my love and adoration for being what I could never be.

It was not too long before I began to wonder what his cock would taste
like.

As I kissed it, I let the tip of my tongue touch the head. It was
salty. I liked it.

I began to lick it with just the tip of my tongue, hardly daring to
believe that I was really doing what normal women were allowed to do.
I had no idea of how many girls had done this to him before me, but I
felt pleased to be counted amongst their ranks. He would never let a
guy do this to him.

My licking got a bit braver. I began to taste his shaft then I licked
all over the big ball of his cock head.

I was making him moan and writhe around under my. I felt good that I
could make someone feel so good.

Then, I knew that it was time.

It was time for me to suck his cock.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and I rested my lips on it. Then
I slowly lowered my head. I felt his satiny smooth hardness as it very
slowly passed over my sensitive inner lips, and I felt his cock enter
into my mouth and press against my tongue. I felt it bulge out my
cheeks.

When I started to gag, I knew that I had taken too much in.

I moved around so that I was kneeling between his legs. I looked up at
him.

He had that masculine superior look written all over his face, with
the obvious pleasures that I was giving to him.

I felt so completely submissive to his masculine personality. I loved
the way that felt. I wished that I had a camera, so that he could take
a picture of what I looked like as I looked adoringly up at him, with
his cock deep in my mouth.

He grunted, and I felt him grow bigger. His eyes rolled back as they
closed, and I knew I was in for it. I felt the first powerful blast of
his ejaculate as it hit the roof of my mouth. Then another, then
another. He filled my mouth as he rolled around and told me what a hot
fantastic bitch cock sucker that I was.

I loved hearing those words in my ears. I knew that to his mind, I was
not a guy anymore, and I would never be. Every time he looked at me
from now on, he would remember what I looked like made up pretty, with
his cock in my mouth. I liked knowing that, because that is the way he
thought of his previous girlfriends.

I moved my head back to catch it all, and I gently massaged with my
thumb on his glans. He rewarded me with more of his ejaculate. I
thought that it was funny that I should think of it as a reward, but
then ever since men have lived, women have tried to attract them to
themselves, so that they could receive their ejaculate with in their
bodies, just as I was doing at the moment. It was only natural for a
woman to think of a man's cum as her reward. After all, did she not
compete with other women to get it for herself?

He stiffened, then he slumped.

"Gawd Deborah, you are fantastic. I have never had such a good blow
job. Geeze, it must have something to do with having such a big clit
in your panties, eh?"

I took my mouth from him, keeping my lips locked so that I would not
spill it all over the bed.

He smiled at me. "All loving girl's eat the cum that they have sucked
from their men Debi."

Shame washed over me. But, as far as I knew, he was right.

So I swallowed, thinking of the millions of male sperm trying
valiantly to impregnate me. This is what women did. I knew now that I
loved being allowed to do what women did. It made me feel complete.
What really made me feel good though, was knowing that Steve did not
think of me as a guy, but as a woman that he has had a romantic date
with, then he brought her home and conquered her.

He told me that he was so tired that he was not going to drive me back
to the city. He told me that he would like me to spend the night with
him, in his bed, like a loving woman would do. I complained that I did
not bring any overnight stuff.

He smiled and told me that his sister's room was right next door, and
we were about the same sizes, so I could us whatever I needed. He
smiled and told me to go an put on a pair of really sexy baby dolls,
and if I was nice to him, he just might throw a good fuck into me.

I felt like an exasperated woman, and I threw a pillow at him as I
rose from the bed to go to the room next door.

Such was my introduction to the life of womanhood.

Steve and I live together now. I still go to my office every day, but
more often than not, I am wearing a mannish cut ladies suit, a blouse
and lingerie. I have a wide selection of mannish looking ladies shoes
as well. I have not worn male underwear in many months.

When I am at home, Steve gets upset if I am not wearing dresses or
skirts, unless it is sexy night wear or really short tight shorts that
show off my bum cheeks.

I have assumed the role of his wife. He introduces me to new people as
his wife too. I did not know any of his friends before, so that is not
a problem. They all think that I am his woman, and I am contented with
that role in life.

I love taking care of a man the way a husband expects for his loving
wife to take care of him.

That is the story of how I was caught out by a client.

You can drop me a line if you like at: debijo@cybergal.com





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