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The Fixer — Description

Damn, my feet are killing me in these heels! Not to mention having my man parts pushed back in these satin panties, and the less said about my aching butthole the better, this was so not how I planned it. But how did I end up here in Central Park completely feminised with a new pink butterfly tattoo on my shoulder?

You see, to the outside world my boss was a hotshot lawyer, a respected man about the city of London but he was as shady as anyone in this business and knew some very dodgy people, so I went through his contacts and found the man I needed, he was called ‘The Fixer’ and could sort out anything for the right price and if my plan was to work I needed his help. I contacted him, gave him a recent photo of me and handed over all the money I had at that point, and he said he would provide me with all the papers I would need to escape the country under a new identity, he’d even sort out the plane tickets, and live the rest of my life in luxury in the lush surrounds of New Zealand far from my boss and his miscreant clients who owed him a favour or two.

That evening I broke into my Boss’ office while he was at his poker night and took the duffle bag hidden in his drinks cabinet that I’d seen him check more than once, I knew it was stuffed with enough cash and bearer bonds for me to leave this boring life and start afresh on foreign shores living a full-on Playboy lifestyle. I met The Fixer in a dark alleyway and he gave me a manila envelope before we each scurried away into the night. It wasn’t until I was back in my motel room, under a false name paying cash of course just in case my Boss had caught my scent early, that I opened the envelope and my mouth dropped open as I saw all the papers were in a woman’s name! The photo I had given him had been through some kind of photoshop filter making me look like a chick! I winced as I went through it all, passport, birth certificate, all in the name of Rachel Ford, there was even a marriage certificate between me and some guy called Kevin! What the fuuuu…..

Even the one way plane ticket was wrong, I wanted to get to New Zealand not New York! There was even a CV printed out with my headshot telling any potential employer that I had many years’ experience as a secretary and I was loyal, dedicated and was happy to perform ‘extra-curricular’ activities to please a boss.

I tried calling The Fixer but there was no answer and the clock was ticking, the plane was taking off first thing tomorrow and I know it wouldn’t be long before the cops and my Boss figured out where I was. So what choice did I have? I trekked north of the river and cringed during the makeover at some late night salon as giggling girls waxed my body, painted my face and weaved extensions into my hair, I winced trying on the heels and nearly cried being seen out in a skirt suit for the first time but I was quite convincing as a woman which shocked the hell out of me. Though it was stripping layers from my soul with each clack of these stupid heels as I headed to the airport trying not the let the endless flirting from the Uber driver get to me.

But once the plane landed in the USA I could throw all these papers away and take off all this girly shit and carry on living as Richard, I may be in the wrong country but with this much cash in my bag, once I had it exchanged into dollars, I’d still be living in luxury for all my days.

Just before I handed over my bag I thought I’d better double check it to see just how rich I now was but there was no money, no bearer bonds, just shredded newspaper with a note sitting on top hand written by my Boss.

“Dear Richard, I bet this is a surprise eh? You know The Fixer and I are old friends and when he told me what you asked from him I knew exactly what you were up to so I switched bags, why do you think you never triggered the alarms in my office? I wanted you to think you’d succeeded.

I told The Fixer to change a few things on your papers and now you are officially Mrs Rachel Ford, he’s very good at his job and as a little extra I had him wipe every trace of your old identity so now you have no money, not even your old name, all you have is the clothes you’re standing in and all the papers you’ll ever need to start your new life as Rachel. Kevin will meet you when you land and you can start working as your new husband’s secretary the following day in our New York offices, he knows all about this arrangement as he’s been wanting to find an obedient sissy slut of a wife for a long time. So you’d best make him happy in every way he wants or he will reveal your true identity and inform the cops.

You have two choices, a) you can come clean to the authorities about your theft (I have taken the money and will happily testify that you stole it all) and face many years behind bars, you know I have the skills to prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law and I have enough contacts to ensure you get the best cell with the biggest guys who would love a sissy bitch like you to play with.

Or b) you can get on the plane in your skirt suit, leave the country forever and start your new life as Rachel Ford, sissy secretary and subservient trophy wife. Either way …..you’re fucked!”

So now here I am on my lunch break running out to get that fancy coffee for Kevin, though I have to call him Mr Ford at work…… and Sir in the bedroom. Oh that cool water is such a relief for my feet but I better not be late back to the office or else Mr Ford will spank me again over his desk before his 2pm blowjob from me. And the 3pm. And the 4pm.

Not to mention tonight when we go home and I put on my apron and serve him a beer before making dinner and then an evening where leather cuffs, a collar and leash, and a riding crop are on the menu for me.