Fem Firm 3: The Return Of Frankie

"Come in," I heard Debra's voice say.

I opened the door and saw Debra sitting at her desk then entered and saw
one of the most beautiful creatures I'd ever laid eyes on.

She was light blonde, almost platinum, her hair in waves about her
gorgeous face and shoulders. Her rather large breasts were barely
contained in the impossibly tight spaghetti strap pink dress she wore
which barely covered her ass. She wore sheer flesh toned stockings and
pink high heeled pumps. She was every man's wet dream. But what was even
hotter was the fact that she was in Debra's office which could only mean
one thing: she was a man.

She looked at me with a slight, sly, knowing smile.

"Hello, Ben," she said in a slightly breathy voice.

"This is Isabella, Ben. She's an old friend of mine."

"Old? How dare you,Debra?" Isabella said with a smirk.

Debra laughed and asked me to sit down.

"She stayed slim. That's a plus wouldn't you say Deb?" Isabella never took
her eyes from me as she said it. "She" again.

"Yes, she sure has," Debra said. Then turning to me, "What do you weigh
now, dear?"

"I don't know." I was beginning to get really nervous now. What was this
all about? And what was all this 'she' and 'her' business.

"I'd say about 140 give or take five pound," Isabella said, looking me up
and down. "We could get her into an eight."

I looked quizzically at Debra but she offered no solace, just a sort of
blank knowing smile that really worried me. Who was this Isabella? Why was
she even here? Forgetting the 'she' reference, what did she mean by
'stayed slim'? She said it as if she knew me. As I said, being in Debra's
office most assuredly meant that she was a man, I never really knew any
sissy boys around that time either.

I was in sort of a trance by now as Isabella and Debra spoke as if I
wasn't in the room.