Chapter 9 - At the lawyers

"Very good Miss Simpson," said Mr Clyde the lawyer formally after I'd signed the piece of paper exactly where he'd wanted. I had been practicing Helen's signature for weeks so that it was second nature.

"With your signature you've now taken full title to the trust established by your grandfather. It's also my duty to make one thing very clear to you Miss Simpson."

"What's that Mr Clyde?" I asked.

"Your grandfather displayed a rare sense of faith in your judgment when he set up this trust with absolutely no restriction. The money in the trust is all yours. As a matter of fact, if you asked me to convert it into cash and put it in a suitcase, I'd have only one question for you and that would be what colour of suitcase you would like," he explained.

I laughed as did George. "Well in that case Mr. Clyde you can pick the colour but I'm awfully fond of yellow or pink."

"I will keep that in mind Miss Simpson."

"Mr. Clyde there is one thing I would like to do though before I leave your offices today," I added.

"What might that be?" he asked.

"Well, this is my idea and I hope nobody gets upset about it but……," I hesitated for effect. "I've always felt that my dad was treated unfairly in my grandfather's will. Now it's my wish…..," I hesitated again for effect, "to correct that and to make a gift to my dear dad. I wish to make a gift of let's see, 90 per cent of the trust so that he can properly manage it on my behalf. Can we arrange that too now?"

As we had rehearsed, George on cue butted in. "Erm... Helen you know that's not strictly necessary."

"No please Daddy. It's what I want. You'll look after grandpa's money so much better than me and I'm sure that I'll get it all when you pass away anyway. In the meantime, 5 million will be more than enough for me," I explained speaking in my surgically altered but naturally sounding feminine voice. "I've plans to go to Europe again so it will more than help."

"I'll get started on the transfer paperwork right away then," said Mr Clyde. "I'll need to check with our taxation department to get the most advantageous way of handling the possible gift taxes. There is more than likely to be a stiff tax penalty you understand. Of course, we do have ways of softening the burden and I will obviously let you know what the possible tax implications might be."

"Oh, I know you will," I replied happily. "Thank you very much Mr Clyde."

"We'd probably recommend investing in some city municipal bonds. They're tax free," he replied.

"I like the part about not paying taxes Daddy," I said looking sexily with my long fluttering eyelashes at George.

"Yes, Helen you shouldn't have to worry about money and paying taxes. Let these guys handle it for you. They are the experts," said George as the lawyer spoke on the phone to his tax specialists.

"Am I acting just like you wanted?" I said softly into his ear.

"Yes, you are. You're just like Helen in every way," he said happily. "I just hope the money will soften the blow of who you've become. I'm absolutely loving having my daughter back."

"Oh, I'm sure it will help a great deal," I replied. "I still miss lots of things about being a boy. I doubt that I'll ever get used to dilating, but perhaps you could, you know assist me with that?"

"I've never had sex with a trans woman before," he whispered back.

"I've never had sex with a man like you before either," I replied softly as the lawyer hung up on the phone call.

"Yes, Mr Jones in our Washington tax office has just confirmed that it's going to be possible to do a tax-free transfer. It will naturally take a few weeks to arrange everything, but until then we can arrange to give you quarter of a million in cash right now Miss Simpson," he declared.

"What do you think Daddy?" I asked him sweetly.

"It's probably best to take some money now," he replied. "I think that we could get you a new car and you do need some new clothes and shoes."

"That does sound good Daddy," I replied.

"It's all done Miss Simpson. You're now a very wealthy young lady," Mr Clark said as he handed me his firm's check for quarter of a million dollars which I then put inside my purse.

"Let's go honey," said George who stood up to shake hands with the lawyer. "Thank you, Mr Clark."

"Yes, thank you so much Mr Clark." I repeated happily. We both shook hands with my slim manicured hand dwarfed by his.

As we walked out into the busy street, George took my hand and led me over towards his usual bank. "I do all my banking here, so you might as well do the same and open an account," he suggested.

So, I opened a bank account, and we deposited the check. The bank teller happily gave me 5,000 in cash up front and a bank card so I could make further withdrawals.

"Baby girl let's go shopping," George suggested happily.

"Where?" I asked putting the money and the card into my purse.

"There's a delightful dress store along the street where my wife used to go," he helpfully suggested.

"What do I need? Remember I already have all of Helen's wardrobe at my disposal," I replied.

"You do need to get some new outfits to suit your own sense of style," he replied. "I'd suggest that you get some formal outfits, some party dresses, more sensible shoes and even a pair of stretch jeans when you decide to go horseback riding. Then I'd also recommend you get some sexier lingerie."

"As a long time, cross dresser, I like the sound of that," I replied. "Though wearing Helen's clothes is obviously a big turn on for me. I also found that your late wife's shoes and high waist pants fit me so well."

"I hadn't realized you'd done that," he said. "Now I know where you got that business suit from today. It looks smart on you with the high heeled shoes to go with it."

"It fitted me perfectly. I hope you don't mind you wearing your late wife's clothes?" I asked.

"Why should I mind?" he replied. "You look very sexy in that tight pencil skirt and high heels. Helen rarely wore flat shoes and pants. She was always in her stilettos and skirts so you will need to be the same."

"I do believe I gave you a woody this morning," I replied giving him a hug.

"Yes, baby girl. Ever since your gender change surgery I've always wanted to try out what I created," he laughed.

"Say why don't I buy us some thick juicy steaks and a fine bottle of wine for dinner and then I'll let you try out my new equipment?" I suggested smiling past my ruby red lips.

"That sounds a wonderful idea," George replied opening the door into a tattoo parlor.

"Why are we going in here?" I asked.

"Remember I told you that Helen had a belly button tattoo?" he asked.

I nodded.

"It's high time you got one there too," he replied. "So, I've arranged an appointment so you can get that done. He'll also pierce the skin there too so you can wear this!"

"Is the stone real?" I asked looking at the large belly jewellery he held up.

"Yes, it's real. Helen brought it back from her first trip to Europe, but she rarely wore it." He replied. So around 90 minutes later, I sported a dark 6-pointed tattooed star and the belly jewel sitting painfully deep in my navel.

"Do you like?" he asked as we walked out.

"Yes," I said simply. It was only the thought of all that money coming my way that had made me realize that I'd no option but to endure all the painful modifications that he'd made to my body over the past several months. I was still mentally coming to terms with the fact that I now had a vagina and that I would need to wear women's clothing all the time.

So, after the tattoo, we carried on down the street, and he took great delight in reminding me that I could treat myself to anything I wanted. Before long we had a large collection of packages, from boxes of my favorite cosmetics to some wonderful feminine sun dresses. We put them all in the trunk of his car and George suggested that we get a couple of coffees before heading home.

"Helen's leaving home was just plain stupid," I said as we finally got into the car to go home. "Now I've got her 5 million dollars for impersonating her."

"Yes, she's lost all that money, but she also lacked your sophistication," George replied flattering me. "You've now become the perfect little lady in my eyes. You seem to have fully embraced being Helen wholeheartedly. You certainly present as completely female and feminine."

"I know I didn't want to be the perfect little lady at first, but you kind of persuaded me that it was possible to change me into one," I replied. "Would it be wrong to say that I get a perverse kick out of impersonating Helen?"

"I don't think it's perverse if you enjoy it," he declared as he drove us slowly out of town. "Honey, it seems that everything about you is now focused on you being a convincing replica of my daughter."

"That turns me on when you say that!" I replied and I stroked the side of his cheek with my long fingernails.

"That's interesting," he said. "Do you know if that perverse feeling also extends to having sex as a woman too?"

"I definitely want to try it to find out," I replied. "I've had a great time today being your daughter but if we do it, you'll just have to treat me as Jane."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean it wouldn't be right to treat me as your daughter then," I replied.

It didn't take long to arrive back at George's house, and we laughed happily as we entered carrying all my shopping bags. He eagerly kissed me on the mouth in the main hallway.

"I just hope I haven't created a female Frankenstein's monster," he laughed.

"Time will tell," I replied heading upstairs to my bedroom to put away my purchases. He followed me all the way.

"Although you look just like my long-lost daughter, I'm really excited knowing that I've turned you into such a stunning looking woman," he said as he eagerly grabbed and massaged my massive breasts and grabbed my ass. "In many ways you look and act so much better than she ever did."

"Steady now George. Don't get too carried away," I replied turning to face him after dumping the shopping bags on my dressing table chair. Without any hesitation he eagerly kissed me again on my lips, and I responded happily to his advances.

"I want to fuck the tight pussy I gave you. I want to find out if it truly carries the Doctor Simpson lifetime guarantee," declared George.

"What do you mean by lifetime?" I asked. "Are you not going to try and change me back?"

"No even if I wanted too, I can't change you back to the way you were," he replied. "That's just impossible so my work is guaranteed for the rest of your life."

"Oh, I see," I said. "I thought there might be ways to undo some of these changes now we have the inheritance money sorted soon."

"No, there's no way to undo the most significant changes to your genitals and your face. So honey you'll need to get used to the idea that you're fixed as Helen for good now. God, you look move and sound just like her," he said kissing me passionately hard on the lips again.

"You mean I'm stuck like this?" I asked.

"Completely and irreversibly my dear," he replied kissing my neck.

"I thought that at least you'd take these fake breasts out of me after we got the money," I replied. "They are heavy, uncomfortable and hurt my back."

"Why should I do that?" he asked, and he pulled my bra down to reveal my erect nipples. He started sucking on them hard. "Don't you like me sucking on your gorgeous big breasts?"

"I never expected it to feel so good," I declared as I stood and watched him sucking on my nipples. I was also strangely aroused at the thought of being stuck in this feminine body. "Why don't we get the hell out of here tomorrow and go and have us some fun in Las Vegas?"

"Hell, why don't we have some fun... right now?" he asked pushing me back onto the bed. He eagerly removed his shirt and pants to reveal his hard manly body. He also helped me to quickly get out of my clothes and lingerie. "Just leave your stockings and heels on."

He fished a condom out of his pocket and handed it to me. "I hope you know what to do with this Jane."

I tore the wrapper, took the familiar rubber out and wrapped it down his large erect shaft.

"Suck me baby," he said guiding my head down towards his hard cock. I couldn't believe that I was going to suck the cock of another man. I resisted him pushing on my head so that it would go into my mouth slowly. Instead, I licked his cock and shaft and so he eagerly repeated, "suck my cock deep."

Reluctantly I swallowed him, and he pushed it down my throat almost **** me. I was almost throwing up with the feeling of him inside my throat as he was making me gag. This went on for about 10 minutes. I could look up at him through my false eyelashes at the pleasure written on his face. Then suddenly his mood changed, and he pulled out of my mouth. He pushed me back onto the bed, spread my legs and then he just pushed his manhood into my pussy.

"Oh Daddy," I exclaimed as he buried his 7" long cock all the way inside me. Then he started slowly moving in and out of me. I put my legs up on his shoulders, so he had open access.

"Jane if you ever had any doubts, my cock buried deep inside you should convince you that you're the girl now," he said.

"I don't have any doubts any longer Daddy," I replied. He leant down and pulled my head up towards his waiting mouth. My large breasts were squashed against his chest as we kissed. His tongue invaded my mouth as he continued thrusting in and out of me. Suddenly he tensed up and released his thick cum into the condom.

"Oh, baby that felt so good," he said lying down on top of me exhausted pinning me to the bed. I was just about to ask him to go down on me when there was a sudden call up the stairs for George.

"George are you up there?" Brad shouted.

"Yes Brad. I will be down in a few minutes," said George reluctantly getting up off me. He walked towards his own bedroom taking his clothes with him. He looked back at me at the door. "Put on your new sundress and the new yellow heels honey."

Frustratingly I was left high and dry despite giving him an orgasm. So, I got up and put my bra and panties back on. I made sure the thong nestled into the cleft of my ass.

"Brad please help yourself to a drink," shouted George from the landing as he walked downstairs after quickly getting dressed.

I cut off the labels from my new dress and unzipped it. I put on a fresh pair of tan pantyhose and then stepped into the dress. I zipped it up and then took my new shoes out of their box. I was incredibly excited when I walked over to the dressing table and sat down. My make-up was looking good despite all the close attention of George's kisses. All I had to do was remove my old lipstick and apply some new lip color. Then I brushed my hair, so it cascaded down my back.

While before the attack I'd be having a massive erection, now there was nothing physical showing. All there was, was a nice warm feeling coming from my pussy. I could still imagine George deep inside me as I quickly walked to the top of the stairs. George was already down in the lounge greeting Brad who was sipping some of George's single malt whisky.

"I hope you don't mind George, but I helped myself to your best," he said sipping the drink.

"Hmm that's quite alright Brad," George said happily pouring himself a drink too. "Helen! Honey come back downstairs! Your Uncle Brad is here!"

"I was already on my way down," I said as I walked in and saw the two of them on opposite chairs sipping their drinks.

"How'd you get here Brad? I didn't see your car outside," George said as I sat down beside him on the sofa and crossed my legs, relishing the feel of my sheer pantyhose as my legs rubbed together.

"You know this is a splendid house," Brad replied ignoring George's question. "It's a monument to a way of life gone forever. You're so lucky to own it George."

"Brad are you already drunk?" asked George. "How much have you had to drink?"

"I had high hopes that this house would one day be mine, but the fates would have it otherwise," he replied ignoring the questions again.

"Well what a nice surprise erm... It's good to see you again Uncle Brad," I said as an opening greeting.

"Hello Helen," he replied standing up. "You're looking lovelier than ever. I love the colours of that dress."

"Thank you, Uncle Brad, let me fix you another drink," I said eagerly getting up onto my yellow heels again.

"Oh no! No thank you," he replied walking over towards the piano.

"Well this is truly an historic occasion. The first time that Brad has ever refused a drink or been at a loss for words," George laughed.

"Helen, would you do me a huge favor please and play the piano for me?" Brad asked.

"No not right now Uncle Brad," I replied surprised by his question. "I'm much too tired."

"Oh, Helen please do take a seat here and play one of your easiest songs! I apologize for what I did to you at your homecoming party asking you to perform in front of all those people, but surely here with just the three of us then I'm sure you can play us something good," he said suddenly cornering me into another embarrassing situation.

"Come on Brad don't be such a jerk! Helen has said that she can't do it right now because she's tired. You know how much of a perfectionist she is when it comes to her music," said George backing my excuse.

"Well perhaps you could just place your long slim fingers on the keyboard for me," he replied beckoning me towards him with his finger.

So, reluctantly I moved slowly towards the piano and sat down on the stool. He gestured with his hands for me to place them on the keyboard.

"You have such lovely long red nails, Helen. But I think you should get them cut so you can play the piano properly again."

"Thank you, Uncle Brad," I replied putting my fingers out on the keyboard. "I will when I feel the need."

"Brad what the hell are you doing?" shouted George getting up.

"Yeah! Play the piano for me now...," Brad ordered. "Yes... go on play!"

"Uncle Brad please I really don't think I'm able...," I pleaded knowing I couldn't play the piano.

"You're going to play the piano again Helen," he ordered.

"No!" I said replacing the cover down over the keys.

"Oh, but that you say 'no' is music to my ears Helen or whatever your real name is! You didn't fool me! You fooled everybody except me!" Brad exclaimed excitedly.

"Get away from her Brad!" ordered George who approached us angrily.

However, Brad then quite suddenly doubled up clutching his chest. He collapsed onto the floor beside the piano.

"Brad? Do you need some help?" called George.

There was no response from the man who'd just accused me of being an imposter.

"What's the matter with him?" I asked kneeling beside him. He had a pale gray complexion, and his mouth was gaping wide open trying to suck in air. His eyes were staring, but it was like he couldn't see.

"I think he's having a heart attack Helen," George announced checking Brad's pulse.

"Is there anything you can do to save him?" I asked concerned that he was dying.

"He has some pills somewhere," said George rummaging through Brad's jacket pockets. "Here we are. He needs one of those pills."

"Please give him one of the pills then," I pleaded. However, instead George surprised me and walked towards the phone to call for an ambulance.

I cried annoyed at him. "So, you're just going to let him die?"

"We have **** Helen because what he knows would cause big problems for us. We'd both be facing big stretches in prison if he lives," he said looking at Brad taking his final breath. He then spoke into the phone. "Hello please send an ambulance to 43 Mason Avenue right away. There's a man here who has just had what I think is a heart attack. Please hurry!"

"I can't believe you'll just let him die," I replied. "I thought you were best friends?"

"It's regrettable but it was necessary. We'd both be looking at a long time in prison," he said. "His autopsy will prove he died of a heart attack."

I was sad and started crying.

"Don't worry, his heart had been fragile for years," George said checking his pulse again. "He's gone!"