I looked good by thetime I had the wig on and make-up done. The word Tgirl popped into myhead. Could I live as a woman? How would people treat me? Wo...ld I liketits? I had no answers.Later in the day that thought popped up again. Breasts of my own mightbe good but they could not be hidden. Fun idea though.I worked hard all day, got a lot done and did some reading about cross-dressing and transgenderism.When Victoria arrived home she only had one new bag, that I could see."I like that outfit". "Fished you," I cajoled, pointing at them."When are you coming back?" my boss asked. "No hurry, though, take as long as you need," he added quickly."Is next Monday too soon?" Are you sure? It's only been 6 weeks since..." he let his voice trail off, looking a bit embarrassed."No, it's fine. I need to get back into the swing of things. I'd start sooner, but I have a few things to take care of first." With lots of well wishes I left the office, promising to return to work the following Monday. My exterior is all friendly smiles and politeness, but inside I'm smirking like a demon, waiting.Today I will conquer my first conquest, the plan I rendered foolproof will ensure the beginning of the Delacour dominance. Just like centuries ago.The Delacour clan was in its hundreds in the time of my grandmother's great great grandmother. The biggest Veela clan in Europe, if not the world. Full-blooded Veela dominated our numbers, but more often than not their mates were human. The Veela genetics. . .?"She has her advantages, my lord. The first is that her body completely matches your daughter, perfectly." How dare you!" Apologies, my lord, but I observe this for your profit, not mine. How else can I get a good fit, as is required for such a thing? I could hardly ask for your daughter to model." I suppose not." Homely as she is, she compensates by being, shall we say, entertaining." I almost wish for a bag to put on her head. Oh. How ungentlemanly of me. I am so sorry, my dear." Only now.