Holsteinxxx TG Lair

Hiroto looked over the arranged tea set and wondered if he arranged everything as requested. He really didn't want the Masters to complain, the last time they did, he could sit on hard surfaces for three days.  Everything seemed to the right place to him. If he was truly done with the tea arragements, it meant that Hiroto had to dust the entrance and then wore the even skimpier service dress provided to him for such occasions.  The former man sighed, thinking that when he apply for a job at the Job Guidance Agency he surely didn't expect himself to be changed into a woman and become the maid of a rich couple. He was desperate for work, but he thought with his degree he could score something better, but the agency said that this job matched perfectly his profile. They claimed to find jobs tailored to the person, regardless of their degrees. He just never thought he was tailor-made to have tits and be the docile maid.  Hiroto spotted a slight mistake in the position of one...

  Three months later, Philip entered his office in an estatic mood. He just got off the phone from yet another customer who signed enthusiastically with his airplane services company iRService. It was a big contract and one that he wouldn't believe the company could signed just some months ago.  He entered the office and he saw the reason for the company's turnaround. His new business partner was already there, squeezed in a skirt and revealing shirt. Belle looked at him entering and greeted him. "By the look of your face, I guess that we got the Dallas contract." "We did it! Just hang the phone with the boss himself! He was enthusiastic about working with us. You are incredible! How did you convince him?" "You really wanna know that?" she replied.  Philip nodded and Belle climbed on the desk, put herself on her knees and pulled up her skirt, revealing her panyhose-laden ass and lacy underwear.  "Why don't you come over here and I show you...

    Philip entered the car and gasped in surprise at the sight of his business partner Brandon sitting with his shapely legs open, his uniform opened to show his cleavage and his bra. He looked nervous and tense.  "Damn, Br-Belle, what are you doing like this? We need to go the covention..." he said.  Brandon just stared at him, with his hurt face.  "Are we really not going to talk about it?" he finally said.  "You mean, talking about how you are inappropriately sitting?" Philip said, more to the outside world than to Brandon. "I mean we are not talking about how we used a body changing pill to make me an attractive woman or we are not talking about how the founder of the company got drunk and frisky with his hostess?" Brandon answered, with a crack on his voice. "Shit, man. Put yourself together, you make it sound like I forced you," Philip replied, closing the car door so that nobody could hear them. "No, you didn't and that...

Philip turned back at his partner, Brandon who remained on the edge of the swimming pool area where they were meeting some potential clients for cocktails. Brandon, or rather Belle as he was now, looked unsure, his big doe-like eyes tense. He clinched on the fan he was holding in his hands. Philip couldn't help but sneak a peek at the cleavage of his business partner-turned sexy girl.  "Ma-n, ehm...Belle, what are you doing? They are waiting for us," Philip said.  "I feel nervous, Phil. I don't know if I can go through with it all evening," he replied.  Philip went back and grabbed Brandon around his tiny waist, trying to reassure him and move on with the evening.  "Nonsense. You did it all day, didn't you?" "But that was different, it was full of people and I just had to smile and give leaflets. Now, I'll have to intereact closely with potential clients, with other women. They'll know I'm a phony, that I'm no real woman. I...

Brandon took off one of his high-heeled shoes, sighing in relief as his foot was freed from its stiletto prison. He knew it was only for a short while, Philip scheduled a meeting over cocktails with potential clients and Brandon was to accompany his business partner. In one hour or so it was back to high heels and stockings.  Brandon continued to take off some parts of his uncomfortable uniform, throwing away the fake airplane hat and untying the scarf. He only wished he could take off also his now impressive chest, even for some minutes, just to get back the feeling of a flat chest, no mounts of flesh jigglying and every move and no back-pain. He missed sleeping on his stomach and having eye-to-eye conversations. And he knew that the evening was not going to be much different. Sure, he was not going to wear the super-revealing sexy hostess uniform that he was wearing during the day, but he and Philip had already chosen a flowery dress that showed plenty of cleavage, so most people...