Fem Firm 3: The Return Of Frankie

"What color do you think her hair should be, Isabella?"

"I see her as a redhead."

"Me too."

It was time to get to the bottom of this.

"May I ask what this is all about, Debra?'

At that point, Isabella turned to me and said, "I'm surprised and somewhat
hurt that you don't remember me." She paused. "Brittany."

I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it. Was it true?

"It's me,Ben," she said as she tossed her hair. "It's me, Frankie," she
said as calm as could be.

It seemed impossible. How could this gorgeous shemale be Frankie? Then I
noticed the scar she had on her right hand where she'd gotten stitches
after falling off her bike. She cried to me later that she was afraid it
wouldn't heal right and that she be too heavily scarred. Yea, it was
Frankie all right but I was just utterly amazed.

"Debra and I have had quite a few discussions about you. How long are you
going to continue this charade, Brittany? You know and I know you're
really a girl. Why do you fight it? It's who you are and you know it.
Remember when we were young boys playing with our mothers clothes and
make-up how we would talk about being girls when we were older. How we
would have big tits and the boys would all want us. Don't you remember?"

The fact was, I did remember. But I'd blocked it out of my mind and the
desires waned until I came to work at the Firm. She was right I had been
in denial. It all came back to me the moment I first took Debra's cock in
my mouth during my first interview. Up until then, the only cock I'd ever
had was Frankie's, or should I say Isabella.

I sat in the chair staring straight ahead contemplating what all this
meant. Isabella was right, I did have very strong feminine desires. I know
that sexually, since I started working at the Firm, I'd become a woman. I
had no real desire to fuck anybody anymore. I'd become a total cocksucking
bottom and I loved it. I knew no matter what, that was not going to
change.