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Peter Patterson appears to be the very picture of the average male office worker. Ah, but something lurks below the his surface. As far back as he can remember, he’s always wanted to be a girl. Although there are rumors about him at< work, he has to confine his female proclivities to his private life. Everything changes, however, when he meets a man known as The Colonel.

This mystery man seems to know every detail about Peter, including his desire to be female. The Colonel is nothing if not well-connected and he reveals that he is involved with tracking Ivan Tupelos, a shady international criminal with a taste for “alternative” girls. Things accelerate until Peter, now known as Ruth, has been hired (at a huge increase in salary) to work for The Colonel and is being transformed at great expense into the girl of his dreams.

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    Next morning I was Ruth. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head I was Ruth. They’d given me the opportunity and I was going to take it for all I was worth.

    I confess to overdoing it a little. Although it was morning, I was dressed and made up for the evening. I wanted to be over-the-top feminine just to show that I wasn’t overawed by the occasion, and it felt good. I was liberated.

    I paused before going down to meet the Colonel. I’d heard a car arrive about fifteen minutes before and I decided to keep him waiting. I made a final check in the mirror to make sure that I could do this.

    I was wearing a ditsy patterned dark blue day dress, with stilettos in a paler blue. My makeup was really heavy, with exaggerated lips and heavy false eyelashes. I’d changed my earrings, both sets, for ones which dropped almost to my shoulders. I’d even chosen a heavy wedding set to put on the finger of my left hand. I’d painted my fingernails, and regretted that they were still boy length; my real problem was the lack of proper breast forms. I’d had to improvise with rolled-up panties, but nonetheless the shape was there.