The Agency Ch. 10

*Author's notes: This is a work of fiction, hopefully that is not a word you struggle with. It is a story of fictional, consenting adults who enjoy power exchange, lingerie, heels and the like. It's in the transgender/crossdressing category for a reason, if that scares you please back away slowly. For the rest of you, please enjoy!

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In the morning Michelle slid out of bed, taking off her nightie and putting on a purple sports bra and leggings. Walking out into her small living room, Michelle worked her way through an intense 45-minute yoga session. She enjoyed the fact that not only was her tummy almost completely flat, she could now stand straight legged and bend forward until her nose touched her knees. What was even more exciting, was the fact she could feel her small breasts against her thighs as well, her hard nipples showing through the thin lycra material.

"They're just about big enough I'd get arrested walking around topless!" Michelle giggled as she used her arms to push them together. "I wonder if I can get some of that cream to take home?"

Michelle showered, shaved and moisturized as usual before getting ready. She'd laid out a black satin waist cincher that tied in the front, matching hipster panties and a matching front close bra. What made this different were the tiny multi-colored hearts that adorned all three pieces. Michelle's black stockings also had small hearts printed on them as well.

"And she was impressed how well I matched yesterday!" Giggled Michelle.

Leaving for work, Michelle felt excited to face her day, it was tough to put her finger on it but she felt even more confident than she had the last couple of days. There was something invigorating about meeting up with Brenda for coffee this morning. Then it struck Michelle, she had a woman that she positively knew was interested in her! Was Brenda a girlfriend? Would she want to be? Was Michelle allowed to have a girlfriend? Oh, so many questions to ask and answer. Sitting at a small table in the coffee shop, Michelle anxiously awaited Brenda's arrival.

"Lost in thought?" Brenda asked as she stood in front of Michelle.

"OH! Yeah, just a bit." Unsure of what to do, Michelle quickly stood and hugged Brenda. "I got your coffee already," Michelle said as she guided Brenda to the other chair at the table, "I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Brenda replied picking up the mug with a warm smile, "but one of these mornings you'll need to let me buy."

"Maybe." Michelle winked, enjoying the flirty feeling with Brenda.

"Okay, so I have a question," Brenda leaned in close, resting her elbow on the chair, "what is the deal with the cages on you girls? I mean, you all have them."

"Well," Michelle struggled to find a way to answer this without divulging details of her time spent in Ms. Allison's office, "so, here's the thing. It's very, um, arousing being dressed like this." Michelle swallowed before trying to continue. "I mean, between the shaving and the materials," as Michelle spoke she unconsciously rubbed her legs together, "and well, if we were able to take things into our own hands, we'd never stop."

"Hmmm," Brenda raised an eyebrow, "so you'd be a chronic masturbator is what you're saying?"

"Probably." Michelle blushed, amazed at the fact she'd revealed that fact.

"So who gets to let you out?"

"Well, Allison does." Michelle felt awkward calling her Boss by just Her first name, but saying Ms. may have been worse.

"Interesting," Brenda leaned back a bit, "so I'm guessing when She lets you out its a bit of a reward."

"Yeah, um, yes."

"You are just so cute when you blush!" Brenda smiled as she leaned back in her chair. "One more question," Brenda paused to take another sip of coffee, leaving Michelle in suspense, "do you have a party dress?"

"Depends," Michelle breathed a sigh of relief thankful the question wasn't about what was considered reward worthy, "what's a party dress?"

"Like a little black dress," Brenda replied, "something fun and flirty you can go dancing in."

"Dancing? I don't know that I can dance in heels or even out of them!" Michelle chuckled. "I'd say a majority of my wardrobe is work related," Michelle replied, "certainly nothing flirty outside of lingerie or nighties."

"You have flirty nighties?"

"The flirtiest!" Michelle replied with a cocky tone.

"Maybe I'll get to see those one day," Brenda winked, "your lingerie is always an adventure after all." Setting her coffee down, Brenda continued, "Looks like we need to go dress shopping for next weekend though."

"Next weekend?" Michelle panicked a bit.

"Yeah, my friend's bachelorette party," Brenda replied, "we're going to go dancing that night too."

"You mean at a night club?" Michelle was full on panicked at this point. "With guys there?"

"That's where dancing occurs silly," came Brenda's deadpan response, "don't worry, I'll be there with you."

"I don't know Brenda," the idea of being out like that terrified Michelle, "what if someone figures it out?"

"Trust me on this, okay?" Brenda touched Michelle's hand, giving it a loving squeeze. "Come on, we've got to get to the office."

While they walked to the office in silence, Brenda held Michelle's arm tightly trying to reassure her. Being out while dressed was one thing, Michelle had been managing that quite well, but seeing people on the train or walking past them on the sidewalk was not anything that would put her under tight scrutiny. Maybe she was overthinking things? They were early enough where they were the only two people on the elevator. Brenda stood behind Michelle, hugging her from behind, which made Michelle feel infinitely better. When they doors opened, neither of them moved for a minute, it was only as the doors started to close that they went to get out.

"Okay, first things first," Brenda said as she pulled out her office keys, "when we're in there we have to be professional." Michelle nodded but was a little confused. "No kisses goodbye at work," Brenda said pulling Michelle to face her, "and certainly not while I'm rubbing the cream on your chest!"

"What if I say please?" Michelle giggled.

"Just kiss me silly!"

Their lips met playfully, both of them feeling giddy and playful. As it continued their mouths opened slightly, still just a touch or two of tongue, but it was enough to excite them both. Michelle's cock strained inside her cage, and the oddly wonderful feeling of their breasts touching enhanced the feeling. As their kiss broke, they reluctantly let go over each other.

"We're super late," Brenda said as she stepped into the office, dragging Michelle by the hand, "head down the hall to exam room one and get into a robe, I need to get things going here."

"Okay!" Michelle replied hustling down the hallway.

Michelle removed her purple dress, hanging it on the door before putting on the unflattering robe. Leaving the exam room door open, Michelle leaned out to check on Brenda.

"Anything I can do to help?" Michelle called out.

"You need to take your bra and boobs off silly!" Brenda said as she rushed down the hallway.

"Oh, yeah." Michelle said ducking back into the room. Opening her robe, Michelle undid the bra as Brenda opened. "Sorry about that."

"Are you kidding me?" Brenda giggled. "Do you have hearts on those too?"

"I thought it was cute!" Michelle replied holding up her bra.

"Oh you're definitely cute," Brenda teased, "I swear you girls always have the best looking lingerie!

"Tell you what," Michelle said as she removed her breasts, while deliberately leaving her robe open, "you help me find a party dress and I'll help you find fun lingerie!"

"That's a deal," Brenda replied pulling Michelle's robe closed, "but I'm not wearing stockings with hearts on them!" The Dr. could be heard in the outer office area. "But they look cute on you!" Brenda gave Michelle a quick peck on the lips before rushing out of the room.

"Good morning." The Dr. said as he entered the room. "How are things progressing here?" Michelle opened her robe, now feeling a bit odd flashing herself to a man. "Very nice," he said inspecting them while Brenda stood behind him, "we should be able to look at surgery in another couple of weeks."

"Already?" Michelle was kind of amazed at the time.

"We won't put a full bag in yet," the Dr. said backing his chair away, causing Michelle to immediately cover her chest, "but with them in place the saline will last longer and actually speed up the process."

"That makes sense." Michelle replied wondering just how having 'real' breasts would feel.

"Now if you'll open your robe again," the Dr. said moving forward again, "I'll do your injection."

"Okay." Michelle replied letting the robe fall off her shoulders while clutching it tightly at her waist.

Michelle winced slightly as the needle was inserted, feeling her skin stretch slightly, she could physically see her breasts growing. Not quite a B-cup yet, Michelle's chest was rather undeniable. For the first time she could feel the weight of her chest.

"Brenda," the Dr. said looking over his shoulder, "let's get her set up with the half breast forms from now on." Brenda replied and quickly exited the room. "These will fit better in your bra," the Dr. said as he measured to make sure Michelle was symmetrical, "and be far more comfortable than the full forms you've been wearing."

"Oh, thanks." Michelle replied not completely sure what he was talking about.

Just like that the Dr. was out of the room again, Michelle had just started to cover her chest when Brenda reappeared with a box. "First things first." Brenda's smile was warm and reassuring as she set the box down and picked up the cream. "Now be a good girl and behave."

"Okay." Michelle replied letting her robe fall open a bit more. "Is there any chance I can get some of that to bring home?"

"The cream? I don't see why not." Brenda replied with a wry smile. "Are you enjoying it?"

"Maybe a bit." Michelle replied, then let out a slight moan as Brenda's thumbs rubbed across her nipples. "I thought you said we had to behave!"

"I am behaving," Brenda replied in a whisper, "you're the one trying to flash me your panties."

"Aren't they cute?" Michelle replied pulling the robe completely open.

"I honestly cannot believe you have hearts everywhere!" Brenda giggled. "It's like you are a catalog model!"

"Huh, I guess I am!"

"Well then, you're really going to enjoy the next part then," Brenda said wiping her hands off, "the rest of that jar is yours."

"Thank you!" Michelle replied gleefully.

"Now, if you put your bra on, I'll show you how these will work." Brenda instructed as she opened the box. "Just leave the front open." Michelle quickly complied wondering what her chest would look like with what was in the box. "You just tuck these into the cups," Brenda instructed as she inserted one into each cup, "then close your bra."

"Holy shit!" Michelle blurted. "I've got cleavage!" Unable to help herself, Michelle wiggled her chest feeling her boobs move, then squeezed them between her upper arms. "No more wondering if someone will see my falsies!"

"Exactly," Brenda replied feeling genuinely happy for Michelle, "you could even wear something strapless and no one would suspect a thing!"

"Strapless! Seriously?"

"Yes," Brenda replied pushing Michelle's cups slightly, "it will only get better in a couple weeks when you get your implants."

"That's a scary thought." Michelle replied.

"He goes through the belly button, no one will see a thing," Brenda said reassuringly, "and they aren't just round orbs, these have a bit of shape so they look natural."

"I trust you." Michelle said sincerely.

"I know you do," Brenda replied warmly touching Michelle's leg, "now get dressed before we get in trouble."

"Okay." Michelle replied.

Alone in the exam room, Michelle couldn't help but look at her chest in the full-length mirror. Her saline filled chest moved when she did, and looked like real breasts. Her breasts! She even hopped up and down on her heels a couple times to watch them bounce with her. Putting on her dress, Michelle gave it a bit of a tug on the sides to flaunt her cleavage, then exited the exam room.

"Lunch today?" She whispered to Brenda on the way by.

"Absolutely," Brenda whispered back, "I brought something for us too."

"That's great," Michelle excitedly replied, "come get me when you're ready."

"Okay." Brenda replied, pursing her lips quickly at Michelle.

Even walking down, the stairs felt different. It had felt different with the breast forms too, but that was a sensation that had long since passed. Now it felt like a part of her body was moving with each step. Michelle giggled to herself, just what she needed, another reason to feel aroused! Almost immediately after getting into the office, Michelle was called back to Ms. Allison's office. Entering the office, Michelle removed her dress, before wrapping her lips around the Little Mikey sized dildo on the door. It was a struggle to take such a large phallus into her throat but she did manage to press her nose to the door on the last attempt.

"Oh, very nicely done sweetie!" Ms. Allison's tone was sincere. "I wasn't sure you were going to get there."

"Thank you, Ms.," Michelle blushed slightly at being congratulated for her deep throat skills, "it took a bit, but I don't want to disappoint."

"I can see that," Allie said as She waved Michelle to the chair, "I can see you got an upgrade in your boobs too! How do you like them?"

"They feel great," Michelle arched her back, sitting up a bit straighter and pulling back her shoulders to show them off, "I even have a bit of cleavage!"

"Very nice," Allie smiled at how proud Michelle was of her chest, "that puts you about two weeks away from surgery then?" Michelle answered eagerly. "And how are things with Brenda?"

Michelle gave a quick recap of their morning coffee, apologizing for not referring to her Boss as Ms. Allison, but being reassured that it was okay. The quick conversation about the cage came up as well as their going dress shopping tomorrow. Michelle left off the part where she suggested helping Brenda lingerie shop. While Allie still didn't know what Brenda's motivations were, She could see Michelle's excitement about having a girl friend. It was obvious that Michelle wasn't about to overshare what happens at work either, which was in everyone's best interest. While The Agency skirted legality as a "specialized dating service" and girls were "on their own" as to whether they had sex with clients, the simple fact was that wasn't always the case. Brenda might be okay with her limited knowledge of what was going on, but she may not be comfortable with all of it. This weekend alone two girls were going to a bachelor party, another was spending the weekend with a Dominant, Ms. Amy had one all day Saturday into Sunday afternoon, two were involved in latex play for two different couples, and four had regular dates that were all but guaranteed sex after. How would Brenda react to Michelle being bedded by a guy? Or even two as would certainly happen at the bachelor party? Allie wouldn't interfere as long as Michelle's progress continued.

"So, a bachelorette party?" Allie asked with a bit of a smirk. "That's rarely a place a boy gets to go, unless they're stripping!"

"I'm rather panicked about it Ms.," Michelle confessed, "they are going dancing too, at a real night club."

"Oh you'll be fine," Allie replied softly, "girls can be very protective after all, and after a few drinks you'll loosen up."

"If you say so Ms." Michelle replied uneasily.

"Enjoy your lunch today," Allie said, signaling Michelle it was time to depart Her office, "maybe I'll have you come back later this afternoon."

"Yes, Ms.!" Michelle eagerly responded, wondering why she wanted another fucking so badly, but Michelle's ass tingled at the idea. "Thank you."

Walking back to the door, Michelle doubled her efforts, taking the entire shaft into her mouth and throat on the fifth thrust, then taking and holding it there on the remaining five. On the last Michelle even managed to press the large latex balls against the door with her chin.

"Thinking of a male stripper sweetie?" Allie asked from behind Her desk.

"No Ms." Michelle blushed deeply as she put her dress back on and exited the office.

Michelle managed to focus on work for an hour or so before lunch time. As before, Brenda stuck her head in the door, giving Michelle a wave. It was as if they were sneaking out of high school study hall together! Instead of walking across the hall to the elevator, Brenda led them to the stairs. Opening the door, and stepping into the stairwell with Michelle close behind Brenda turned quickly.

"I hated not doing this when you left the office!" Brenda's hand went to the side of Michelle's face, guiding her mouth to Brenda's. They kissed briefly before Brenda started her way down the stairs. "Come on silly," she said looking over her shoulder at the still stunned Michelle, "we can't kiss through our entire lunch break!"

"And why can't we?" Michelle giggled as she followed Brenda down the stairs.

"Because I made lunch, and it's yummy!" Brenda replied with a grin.

Brenda took Michelle by the hand, leading her to an empty park bench. Taking a seat, Michelle watched intently as Brenda unpacked their lunch. She seemed to have thought of everything, placing two bowls, forks and several containers between them on the bench.

"What have you got going on here?" Michelle finally asked.

"Okay, so, I'm a bit of a freak in the kitchen!" Brenda replied.

"Just the kitchen?" Michelle interjected.

"For now, yes!" Brenda replied snarkily. "I made the marinade for the chicken and the dressing," Brenda said as she laid out the grilled chicken, "let it all marinate for a couple days then put it together for us!"

"That is the absolute sweetest thing ever!" Michelle replied feeling slightly emotional, and silly at the fact she was emotional over grilled chicken salad. "Thanks."

They ate and chatted, talking a broad spectrum of topics while simply enjoying each other's company. Michelle didn't want the time to end. Eventually, they both had to return to work. Helping Brenda pack up, Michelle couldn't help but touch Brenda's hands a couple times, by accident.

"So, what time do you want to go party dress shopping tomorrow?" Michelle asked seizing the opportunity to see Brenda again.

"What do you think about 1?"

"That sounds great," Michelle replied wishing Brenda had said earlier, "it'll give me a chance to move some stuff to my new place. Well, my soon to be new place."

"Oh, do tell!" Brenda replied.

"Babette is in the process of buying a new place," Michelle replied, realizing she may have hit a bit of a nerve with Brenda over Babette, "so I'm going to take over her place, which is far nicer than mine."

"When does she close?" Brenda asked, not quite matter of fact but not as light hearted as the conversation had been.

"It'll be a couple weeks I think," Michelle replied suddenly feeling sick to her stomach at screwing things up with Brenda, "my place is a dump, and the building manager is a pig."

"You don't have to explain to me," Brenda replied reassuringly while touching Michelle's leg, "just because I'm not a fan of Babette doesn't mean it will impact you and I."

"Can I ask a question?" Michelle said taking Brenda by the hand as they stood up.

"Go ahead!"

"What are we?" Michelle asked, feeling the weight of the world come off her shoulders as she finally got that out in the open. "I mean, we're obviously friends," Michelle tripped over her words a bit, "who happen to kiss, but where are we?"

"I don't know." Brenda replied taking Michelle by the arm and guiding them back to work. "Friends with a benefit as opposed to benefits?" Brenda giggled slightly. "I really enjoy your company Michelle," Brenda leaned into her friend as she spoke, "and I'm always so relaxed around you, I've never been that way with anyone."