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... and the winner is!            by: Sara Rêver Éviellé            © 2000

 

Episode 1

Part 1

It all seemed like such a good idea at the time, 'what the hell, how do they know?' I had thought.

You see about a month or so ago I decided to enter a competition, which entailed answering a series of simple questions and then writing in less than fifty words why I wanted to win.

I entered several times under different names of course, the problem I now had was that I have just found out that I have won, well not me Lance, a girl called Louise has!

You see some of the entries I submitted were under girl's names, it seemed reasonable idea at the time, maybe the judges would be biased or sexist who knows? Either that or it didn't seem to matter because I never really expected to win did I?

My name is Lance Buckley I am 22 years old and live with my girlfriend Katie who is two years older than I am. Katie's family is quite wealthy and as she is the only daughter they indulge her very much. Which is why we both lead a life of relative luxury and share a small but select riverside apartment in London.

Katie and I had known each other since we were both 17 and we had been living together for about a year. During that time we had built up a strong and trusting relationship, but I knew that she had had several lovers other than me and that a couple of them had been during the time we had lived together.

I accepted it because, I realised that she had a much higher sex drive than I had, and that I could sometimes not always satisfy her. But I knew that our love ran deep and provided she was careful I could accept it, and not feel jealous.

 

 

Part 2

It was Katie who opened the letter addressed to Miss Louise Buckley and asked, "Just who the hell is Louise Buckley?"

"I don't know?" I answered feeling refreshed as I climbed nude out of the shower, "why?" I added.

"Well according to this letter, she lives here and has won competition."

Suddenly the penny dropped and I asked excitedly, "let me see, let me see!" Katie handed me the letter and I quickly read through it.

Dear Miss Buckley

We are pleased to advise that you and your guest have won joint top prize in our Monaco grand Prix competition. Instructions and tickets for Louise Buckley and Katie Morgan will be sent to you by recorded delivery.

Congratulations one again.

"My god I actually won!" I said eagerly.

"No," Katie replied, "Louise Buckley has won, and who the hell is she?" she asked again this time with slight annoyance in her voice.

That's when I suddenly felt deflated. I had a problem, I Lance, hadn't won anything a fictitious girl called Louise had. So as I continued to dry myself I began to explain to Katie the situation.

"And so dammit I haven't actually won anything!" I finished up saying.

"Why not, this letter says you have?" Katie answered confused.

So I explained, "the letter is addressed to Louise Buckley, and she doesn't exist only Lance Buckley exists and I cannot claim the prize as Lance, otherwise they will know that I cheated by entering more than once."

"Oh I see, how dumb of me, sorry love." she said sympathetically as she hugged my puny body.

 

 

Part 3

It was later that Katie called me through bedroom, I had been sulking all morning and assumed that she was going to tell me to 'get over it.'

"I've been thinking," she said, but I interrupted her.

"I'm sorry, you're right, I'll just forget about it and try to imagine it never happened!"

"What? No that not what I was going to say at all! What I was going to say was, I have had an idea as to how you can still go to the Grand Prix, that is if you really, really want to go badly enough!"

"Of course I want to go those tickets are like gold dust, but I don't understand, how can I go?" I answered somewhat puzzled.

"Well, don't bite my head off at this suggestion, but why don't we try and turn you into Louise for a little while, and then you can claim the prize as her?"

"Don't be absurd!" I immediately answered, "how in the hell am I going to pass for a girl?"

"To be honest Lance, I think it will be quite easy. Look at yourself, you're not exactly a Mister Macho man now are you?" She was right, I had always been quite slight and had very little body hair and my 'fashionable' ponytail did I suppose make me appear slightly effeminate.

Katie then added, "I think with a bit of makeup you could look quite pretty as a girl actually."

I couldn't believe she was actually serious, "you are joking of course?" I asked.

"No, I'm not. But this is up to you it depends on just how desperate you are to claim this competition prize." I sat on the bed stunned into silence.

 

For several minutes I thought about it, it sounded bizarre. How could I dress as a girl? How could I even pass as looking like a girl? What would people say if they found out? But I really wanted this opportunity to meet one of the most talented artists this country had ever produced. I could learn so much from him.

Finally I answered, "Do you really think I could pull this off?"

"I honestly don't know, but we are not going to find out until we try? It may also take some time too prepare because you not only have to look like a Louise but you will have to walk, talk and behave like a Louise too!"

"And what about you?" I queried, "what do you think about your boyfriend here dressing up like a girl, it's a bit odd to say the least isn't it!"

She had obviously thought this through for she took no time to answer, "Look I love you for who you are not what you look like. You do not have to prove anything to me if this is something that you think you want to do then so be it. And besides being totally honest with you I would quite like to see you looking like a girl, I really think you would look cute and having a girlfriend for a while could be quite exciting, even a turn on. So what do you say?"

That was it she had convinced me, I suppose it could do no harm. If she was game then I guess I was too, "Okay, let's try it, but if you think I look stupid or anything please tell me."

"Of course I will," she reassured me.

 

 

Part 4

She persuaded me to allow her to try my hair in a slightly different style and make-up my face. Then if I thought I looked like a girl, we may go out and buy a few things to help my make over a little more.

And so for the next hour Katie first washed my hair then used scissors and a curling tong to give it a slightly more feminine look. Feeling her putting on my makeup was very strange and also pretty uncomfortable, as a kid I hated having eye drops put in and now I was having all sorts of prodding and touching around them which was fairly hard to bare.

She insisted on describing what she was doing at each stage; as I was not allowed to watch in see in a mirror.

"First foundation using a little powder to set it, brushing away the excess as soon as it dried, leaving your skin looking soft and much smoother. On your eyes I am using dark green with touches of copper and grey highlights with black eyeliner. A touch of rose blusher to heighten your cheekbones and black mascara on your lashes."

Finally I was asked to pucker my lips as she coated them in a reddish brown lipstick. It was incredibly frustrating not being able to see, but eventually after standing back to admire her handiwork she finally pronounced me 'finished'.

"Have a look, I think with a bit more time and with a bit of work on your eyebrows you could look even better, but so far I think you look quite presentable." she declared.

 

I stood up and went over to the mirror, which hung over the fireplace and what I saw left me astounded. I looked totally different, I hardly recognised myself gone was the pale skin and dark tired eyes, instead I saw a healthy even glowing looking girl. When I looked hard I still saw me underneath but the change in my appearance was phenomenal, if someone had told me I could look quite so different I would never have believed them.

"Amazing!" was all I could say for the first few seconds whilst I had a good close look. Eventually adding, "I look like my sister," I don't have one but I presumed that this is what she would look like.

"I told you would look quite cute didn't I!" Katie said with some satisfaction.

"Yes but, I never expected that I could look quite so, well quite so, erm feminine?" I said after my tongue had run across my coated lips and tasted my own sweet lipstick.

Katie came up to stand next to me and we both looked at myself in the mirror, "Like I said, with a bit more work I think you could look even better, just imagine how you will look in a dress and heels!" she then kissed me on the cheek.

"You're enjoying this aren't you, don't forget it was your idea?" I asked a little peeved that she seemed to be mocking me.

"Okay, I'm sorry but it is kind of erm, funny," I gave her another frowned look as she said the word.

She then went on to explain, "I mean its funny seeing you looking so different that's all, not funny as in ridiculous."

Her reasoning seemed to make me feel slightly less annoyed, then she added, "and if I was being perfectly honest, I suppose it makes me feel quite excited see you looking so attractive."

She surprised me with that statement, "seeing me like this makes you feel excited," I queried, "in what way?"

She thought for a few moments, she seemed to be a little embarrassed, "in a sexual way god dammit. Seeing you looking like that makes me horny." another long pause followed.

That did it for me, it tipped me over the edge, "so what's next?"

 

 

Part 5

We then had a discussion about what to do next and we agreed that there was no reason not to go ahead and plan our trip to the Grand Prix, but in order to pass convincingly I would need to practise being feminine in order for me to think and react to any given situation as any other girl would.

Katie convinced me that we would need to buy Louise a few clothes and the only way to do that was to take her shopping. So as she went off to make a list a get ready whilst I made the phone call to a colleague called John. John was my business partner we had set up a PR agency, a few years back that had done quite well. I made up some story, which meant that I was unavailable for a week or so, John was understanding as ever and said he would manage fine.

After the call I went to find Katie, she was in the bedroom pulling on a skirt, "That's done John said he can cover for me, no problem," I told her as I watched her jiggle the tight skirt up over her slim hips.

"Oh that good then, we have plenty of time to get you prepared. Now take off your T-shirt and put on this bra," she said pointing to the one lying on the bed. "We may not have any suitable clothes yet but we need to give you the right figure."

I took the bra from the bed I had held many bras in my time but never one that I was about to put on. I pulled my shirt off and fumbled with white lacy bra trying to fasten it around myself.

"Here let me help!" Katie took the fastenings from my fingers and hooked them up.

"It's a little tight!" I said.

"Not surprising its one of my old ones, but we can get something to fit later," she then went into her bottom drawer and pointed into it, "now take some of these old stockings and pad out your cups." I balled up a handful and stuffed them into the left cup, then did the same with the other.

"Hmm, not bad!" Katie said, "now find something from your closet which is fairly unisex and lets see if you look passable. Oh and wear these panties too, they are probably better than your own to conceal your non too feminine bulge!"

I stripped of my jogging pants and underwear and eased myself into Katie's heavily elasticised black panties. She was right the reinforced front panel pulled my masculinity flatter than normal against my tummy, which combined with my bra made me even more uncomfortable.

Katie signalled her approval, "better, but black pants and a white bra looks tacky however only you and I know and we can get you something that matches later."

 

 

Part 6

I found a pair of my tightest chino's and a black polo neck jumper, which I had put aside months ago as being to small, and squeezed into them. It felt very odd looking down and seeing my new chest sticking out, but thought that it looked fairly real. A pair of white training shoes with white socks completed my outfit.

I tried to get a look at myself in Katie's vanity table mirror I twisted and turned in order to get a view from front side and rear as best I could.

"What do you think?" Katie invited me to answer.

"I'm not sure, I think I look okay." I said not realising that it sounded fairly vain.

"Nonsense you look great!" she answered, patting my bum, "and with these clip on earrings and one of my necklaces and handbag you will be just fine, Louise!" Katie took the pearl drop earrings and clipped them to each earlobe.

"Ouch! That's painful" I protested.

"Sorry, but until you get your ears pierced then these will have to do."

"Pierced? Is that really necessary?" I protested some more.

"Your choice, its either that or clipons?"

Katie then fastened a long strand of pearls around my neck and handed me one of her older black handbags, "put your wallet, keys and a lipstick in that. Then we are ready to go I think."

 

 

Part 7

Several minutes later I set my first foot outside in public masquerading as a girl and it was absolutely nerve wracking. It didn't take long before Louise came face to face with another person other than Katie.

As we waited for the lift to arrive, one of the building janitors walked up toward us, giving us both a polite greeting, "Morning!" I froze unable to speak, fully expecting him to realise who and what I was!

Katie, replied on behalf of us both, "Good morning Fred", and with that he smiles and was on his way.

 

His face didn't give anything away, and Louise relaxed a little having got over my first encounter.

As we walked to the tube, Katie gave me advice on my pace, gait and wiggle trying to help diminish the masculinity in my movements. We passed several other people before we entered the subway and once again I didn't seem to get a second glance.

Katie bought the tickets to get us into the West End, but when I fed mine into the automatic gate it refused to open.

Suddenly a guard appeared, "Here you go miss," he said as he passed opened it up for me, "this one has been playing up all morning!"

Louise spoke, "thanks!" and smiled at him, he smiled back.

"No problem, gorgeous!" I was now surprised at his remark but also just about convinced that I was 'passing' effortlessly.

 

 

Part 8

Katie had already decided that the first thing we needed to do was go to a shop, which caters for cross dressers, to get help with my figure. She had found an address in Soho from the Yellow pages, which was no problem to find.

Once inside I found myself feeling very insecure, I suddenly felt like I had a flashing light on my head singling me out for what I was. Yet the girl behind the counter, who I casually checked over and concluded to be a 'real' girl, seemed friendly enough and quite at ease with us.

Katie mortified me by explaining to the girl what the situation was and what it was I needed, I was absolutely horrified and wished I had never agreed to this.

The girl took us down to the far end of the shop and showed us a range of stuff, which 'should meet your requirements'. First was breastforms, which she explained could be either simply inserted into a bra or glued onto the chest she passed me one. It was rubbery and flesh toned, like holding a bag full of jelly and even had a nipple, and I quickly gave her it back as I was so embarrassed.

She then showed us a 'sex cache', which was a thong like pair of flesh coloured panties, that had a reinforced semi hard front panel, and was designed to conceal and redefine the 'genital area' as she put it.

Finally she presented us with a 'waist cincher' a corset like device, which would 'minimise' the waist.

"We will take them!" Katie asked.

We next headed for Selfridges as Katie had an account there and they would have most of what was on her list. The first department she took me required most of my courage, lingerie.

I was grateful when she chose a couple of brassieres for me, as my own borrowed one was cutting me in two. One of the assistants showed us to a changing room where Katie told me to take of mine and try them with the breastforms we had just bought. I found both to be much more comfortable but the 36B were the better of the two. She told me to keep it on and she removed the price tag in order to pay for it.

My new black bra made an enormous difference to both my comfort and posture whilst the heavy silicone breastforms helped pleased me by the way they moved and felt.

Now that she had my 'size' Katie proceeded to go around the hangers picking up various items, passing comment and occasionally asking my opinion.

"Do we need to buy so much?" I asked, as she passed lacy item and lacy item over my outstretched arms.

"Sure we do," was her minimalist reply as she picked out white silk French cut panties with wide lace trim.

After lingerie we went to hosiery where once again she bought stacks, then it was off to cosmetics, perfumery, then shoes and finally clothes.

The shoe department was huge and it was necessary for me to wear a sheer 'nylon' sock for me to be able to try on different styles. Fortunately my feet are not too big, but they are bigger than the average girls are and I felt a little embarrassed as the male assistant insisted on sliding each shoe I tried onto my foot.

"We should have painted your toenails!" Katie whispered at once stage.

We bought four different types for 'different occasions' Katie explained. All four were black, the first pair had cross straps and a smallish 2" clunky heels for everyday wear, another pair with a slightly higher heel but much spikier and with an ankle strap. The third were strappy and far more elegant than the others were and the fourth were a pair of knee boots with pointed toes and 31/2-inch heels. Whenever I had the opportunity I expressed concern that the heels were a bit high but Katie explained that I would probably need higher heels in order to make my legs a little shapelier and so in the end I stopped protesting.

It was pretty much the same when we finally got to the dress departments. Katie led the around the different sections picking up the occasional design and holding it up against me, when she had selected about five we went to the changing rooms for a 'try on'. Katie zipped me into the first, which was pale blue cotton I soon found myself looking at my reflection and asking whether it was too short or too tight here and there?

Twenty-four hours earlier, I would never have believed that I could ever have found myself in asking such questions. By the time we had finished we several dresses and a variety of skirts and blouses and had spent an absolute fortune and could barely carry it all.

 

 

Part 9

We arrived back at the apartment just after 5pm we had been out nearly five hours and I was tired and hungry, so I suggested we send out for a Chinese meal.

"Oh no I have a much better idea, you can take me out for one instead as a reward for helping you!" Katie said.

"Do we have too, I am exhausted and would really like to get changed back."

"Oh no you don't, if you are to be prepared in six months, you need to be Louise full time. Lance is just for emergencies okay? Now why don't you put on something nice and we can go out and eat, I'm starving."

"Full time? Why?"

"Because you have to think like a girl, it would be far to confusing for you to keep swapping back, think about it. Besides was today too bad?"

I was initially taken aback by the thought and also a little shocked at how much Katie was encouraging me to go through with this. However she was right even though I had been pretending to be a girl most of the day, it really hadn't been too bad, even at times quite fun I suppose. And deep down inside me I was dying to try on some of the things we had bought.

"What do you suggest I wear?" I eventually asked.

"Why not try that pretty grey pleated skirt and that blue silk blouse?" I knew the ones she described.

I took all of the shopping through to the bedroom and began to unpack them and place them on hangers once I had everything hung on every handle and hook in the room Katie came through. I had just stripped down to my new bra and panties she rummaged through the cellophane packets of hosiery.

"Here try these they should match nicely with that skirt," I took them from her and read the label. 'Lace Top Hold up Stockings - Dove Grey'

I was nervous enough about having to wear a skirt, but stockings too? "Can't I wear pantyhose?" I complained.

"I think it would be better for you to wear stockings to start with, you will be more conscious of them which will be a constant reminder of how to act. And besides they are far sexier than pantyhose, you have told me that yourself often enough!"

She was right, I did moan whenever Katie wore pantyhose, which was pretty rare they are such passion killers.

So once again I relented and did as she asked and opened the packet, and removed them. They were much thicker than I had anticipated, but still had a wide lace top to them.

"Until you get your legs waxed, you will have to wear opaques."

Katie commented as I carefully pulled the first one up my leg, and adjusted the rubbery lace band until it was securely held at the very top of my thigh. As I repeated the exercise with the other, I reflected that with denier this thick it was just like wearing an extra long pear of socks.

My new sex cache and cincher were next, I removed the black panties which she had loaned me this morning, and eased myself into the cache. It was tight but I was amazed how well it did its job, instead of my reduced bulge I had more of a feminine mound instead. The cincher meanwhile pulled my waist in so tight that my hips were far more pronounced than before.

Whilst I had been getting myself tucked away Katie had chosen the rest of my underwear, a white bra and panty set. I pulled the panties on over my cache and was please to see it disappear underneath them. The panties felt soft and satiny and had a delicate lace trim and a tiny bow on the front. I reached behind me and took off my bra the breastforms momentarily stayed attached to my chest I assumed through moisture and suction, before they eventually gave way to gravity.

"Perhaps we will have to think about glue?" I said as I put them on the bed.

"Maybe!" I heard Katie say as she was changed out of the skirt she had been wearing all day and was putting on a favourite of mine, a tight yet soft black leather miniskirt. It really suited her and showed off her long legs and pert ass perfectly.

I soon had my new white bra on and breast forms back into place I noticed that unlike my previous one 'my' nipples were this time quite prominent through the fine satiny fabric.

I pulled on the silk blouse over my head and eased it down over my larger than normal chest. Then flicked my hair up out of the neck that had got trapped and pulled my pearl necklace out and positioned it on top.

I recalled how expensive the skirt was but as I stepped into it, even I could see why. The fine pleated material sat perfectly on my hips and swayed rhythmically as I moved.

At this point even I had to confess that wearing girls clothes was far more entertaining than men's, I had never appreciated how such feminine fabrics and styles could alter the mood or even consciousness of the wearer. Girls were so fortunate that they could dress to their mood. Soft sultry and feminine or hard formal and manly and yet society just accepts it either way, I have never had such an experience before and I was beginning to relish it.

I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my feet into the sturdy yet high heeled shoes we had bought and buckled the cross bar securely into place. The extra inches made me walk slightly awkwardly at first but after a few laps of the bedroom and hallway I had re-mastered my girl like swagger, which was emphasised by my flowing skirt.

I think I felt 'good' and asked for confirmation from Katie, "so how do I look in a skirt, are my knees too bony?"

"No not at all, you look fabulous, in fact you have better legs than some of my friends!" she said as she inspected me from every angle, "how do you feel?"

A single word would not answer the question, "Changed, like I am somebody else, confined yet oddly liberated, nervous and curious but most of all feminine and I suppose sexy in a way I never thought possible."

"Hmmm quite a combination, but is all that good?"

"Yes, I think so. What about you this affects us both, how does seeing me like this make you feel?"

Katie then went into a string of words like I had just done, "grateful for the experience yet slightly jealous, sisterly, proud, and oddly stimulated."

"Jealous?" I questioned.

"Yes I suppose its because if I think back to the times when I first became aware of my femininity, I really got pleasure from it. And here you are now having the same sort of experiences."

It was time for a cuddle, and we fell into each other's arms and held on tightly in a way, which bonded us as never before. Then we kissed, our lipsticks mingling and tongues exploring each other's mouths, it was a passion that had long been dormant. Whatever else this situation had brought it had certainly re-invigorated our relationship.

 

 

Part 10

I soon discovered the delights of having the cool night air under my skirt, sensitising my legs. We linked arms like two girlfriends would and both enjoyed the walk along the Thames embankment.

On several occasions we passed people and I was relieved to find that once again I did not get a second glance, on the contrary. As a silver BMW passed by we heard a wolf whistle and a cry of "ger'em off!" which, appeared to be directed at us.

We finally decided on eating Italian, and chose a trattoria, which we had not tried before, not wanting to be recognised. The food was delicious and the wine even better, drinking nearly three bottles between us and by the end of the evening we were both very much the worse for wear, which was when the confessions began.

It started on the walk home, "be honest you're enjoying this aren't you?"

"What?"

"Don't be coy with me, enjoying pretending to be a girl!" she re-asked.

It was pointless trying to deny it even if I could, so I tried a simple, "yes I suppose."

"I knew it, I could tell all those protests were phoney! So tell me what exactly is it you like?"

"I don't know, I guess it's just the whole feel. It just so different all the little details make it all so, just sort of different." I tied to explain, but my brain was puddled.

I persevered, "I like looking like this, I like feeling like this and, oh I don't know I just like it!"

"So do I!" she was confessing now. "I like you being my girlfriend."

As we walked we both had our arms wrapped around each other like we would have done any other occasion, except this time we appeared to be two over friendly girls. And as soon as we got into the flat we kissed passionately once again.

Finally breaking for air, Katie whispered, "I want you!"

I was leaning against the lounge wall, as she dropped down my body and raised my skirt. Then with some force she pulled down both my panties and cache at the same time and helped me kick them off.

My cock, which had been held captive for so long, finally came back to life and slowly it rose to attention. Katie head went under my skirt and she began to gorge herself on me. I was soon begging her to stop as I was about to explode, but try as I might she refused to stop until I could hold it no longer. As my juices flowed from my cock she drank them down, extracting every last drop from me before my weary erection began to fade.

I pulled her up and our lips met again, and I tasted my own salty juices from within her mouth. We went through to the bedroom and stripped our clothes off, until we both stood in just our stockings Katie's held up by a pair of black lace suspenders. We climbed onto the bed and that night we fucked longer and more energetically that we had for years, until finally we were both so exhausted that we fell to sleep.

 

 

Part 11

The next morning I woke to see Katie drying her hair with a towel she was wearing a white dressing gown.

"Morning, god I slept well!" I said with a yawn.

"Me too," she said as she leaned over to kiss me, "god we have lipstick all over the pillows." I turned to look and saw smudges of red and black in several places on Katie's pillow and mine. "We must take the time to take of our make-up before we go to sleep next time!" she added.

I had a flashback of the previous day and saw then hangers full of Louise's clothes and a pile on the floor.

"Any regrets?" Katie asked as she pulled a brush through her long dark hair.

I thought for just a second or two, "none, have you?"

"Absolutely not" she replied instantly.

 

 

Part 12

I climbed out of bed and took off my stockings that I had slept in and ran the shower.

"Use the Immac!" I heard her call.

I found the bottle on the side, and read the instructions. I followed them and rubbed the foul smelling lotion over my arms legs and torso. As I waited for it to take effect I used my razor and trimmed my pubic hair into a small fine thatch as Katie did, and shaved my scrotum totally clean.

The shower was gloriously hot and it was a relief to finally wash the dried on cream away. I was pleasantly surprised to see that as it came off so did the few fine blonde hairs from my legs. I washed and conditioned my hair and with a sense of regret cleaned away all of the makeup that remained from the day before.

When I got back into the bedroom Katie had warmed up some Croissant and had a refreshing glass of fresh orange waiting.

"Okay the plan is today to teach you how to style your own hair and put on your make-up, then we will have a go at your nails."

The entire morning was spent with me putting on then my makeup then taking off again, repeating it several times until I had mastered the basics. Whilst I had a break she decided to have a go at my eyebrows, which although they were not particularly bushy were rather less feminine than they could be.

I never realised just how painful it could be, as one by one she grabbed one of the tiny hairs and pulled it out by the roots. She was however obviously pleased with the results with as I saw her give herself a congratulatory smile. I however was a little concerned that she had gone too far, as they were really quite thin now, and I could look silly when back in my male mode.

"Don't be silly nobody will ever notice, and anyway Noel Gallagher looks sillier with his," which made us both giggle.

Katie helped me us the curling tongs on my hair once but then decided that really I needed a professional hairstylist to really make a better job altogether. It was agreed that after one final go at doing my face, we would go out and get in cut properly and whilst there we would both get our nails done.

So whilst Katie made up her face in the bathroom, I did mine at her vanity. I was quite proud of the results when I had finished however Katie thought I had overdone the eyeliner and mascara, but I thought it looked quite gothic.

Getting dressed was a treat this time and it felt good to get my girlish figure back with my breasts and smaller waist. I selected my own underwear, antique white lace bra, high leg panties and best of all suspenders. I loved seeing Katie whenever she wore hers but finally wearing my own that had six long garters delighted me just as much.

I selected a pair of fine suntan stockings from my new collection and with great care rolled them up my now smooth legs and fastened them one by one to the suspenders clasps adjusting each in turn taught.

"I see Louise, that all the years of watching me put my stockings on has paid dividends," Katie said jokingly, I simply smiled coyly feeling slightly self-conscious.

I went to one of the hangers and took off a white linen shirt and then searched the closet to find a knee length wrap denim skirt.

"Hey that's mine!" Katie cried as she saw me fastening it around my waist.

"I know, but it fits and you don't mind me borrowing it do you?" I asked wide-eyed and innocent.

"I suppose not, as long as you don't mind me borrowing your things too!"

"Of course not, girlfriends should always share!" I said with a big smile on my glistening moist red lips.

I think it was out of spite that Katie took a brand new pair of white stockings from my collection and joyfully tore open the cellophane. I paid careful attention to how she gently pulled them on and smoothed them before fastening them to her suspenders.

I then selected a pair of fine suntan stockings and with great care rolled them up my now smooth legs and fastened them one by one to the suspenders clasps adjusting each in turn taught. I should have put them on before my skirt as I struggled to hold it open at the same time as fastening them to my suspenders.

"I see Louise, that all the years of watching me put my stockings on has paid dividends," Katie said jokingly, I simply smiled coyly feeling slightly self-conscious.

I decided that the black knee boots we had bought would be most suitable for such an outfit. I had never to worn boots before and really liked the feel of the leather as it gripped my calf as I pulled the zipper up. The heels were also higher than I had experienced so far, and I surprised myself with how easily I began to cope with them.

Finally I pulled on a pale pink angora cardigan which once again came from Katie's wardrobe, the soft fluffy wool felt so good. I then took Katie's perfume bottle from the dresser and gave myself a squirt as I had seen her do on the inside of my wrists and behind my ears, I now smelt feminine too.

When we were ready to go we both stood looking at each other, Katie looked lovely in a skin-tight pair of suede jeans with high-heeled boots, similar to mine, underneath; the combination made her legs look incredibly long.

"Girlfriend you look wonderful," she said as she passed me a handbag.

 

 

Part 13

Katie had booked an appointment at a salon in Fulham, which was owned by an old school friend of hers she had used in the passed but not recently. We decided to use the underground, as it was the easiest and quickest way.

I had a bit of a shock when the train came through the tunnel and blew a fierce gush of air down the platform which blew open my skirt revealing my stocking tops. Anyone that happened to be looking would have caught an eyeful, before I had the chance to pull it back down again. I suppose it was another one of the many consequences of wearing a skirt that I hadn't prepared myself for.

Katie had noticed me shuffling about on my heels and grabbing hold of my skirt, and merely smiled in some sort of self-satisfaction. I meanwhile made a mental note to be prepared next time.

It was only a short walk from the tube station to the salon, but it was a wonderful few minutes for me. Firstly I marvelled at the sensation of my breasts gently bouncing in rhythm with my step, and the occasional gush of cool air on my upper thighs.

But it was as we passed a couple of workmen digging up the road that I once again enjoyed the feeling of being leered at. They were both in there early twenties and large stocky boys, ordinarily I would hardly have given them a second glance but as Louise I was very aware of there eyes following Katie and I as we approached and casually walked by. I even gave my hips an extra wiggle and looked back over my shoulder to see them nudging and smiling at each other, obviously talking about us.

The salon was large and quite busy which concerned me a little, I was happy now that I could pass in the street but under the close gaze of curious nosy women made me nervous that I would be spotted.

I sat in one of the chairs in the waiting area while Katie, had a word with her friend. They greeted each other as long lost friends and then proceeded to quietly talk with occasional furtive momentary looks over at me, which was very unnerving. After a few minutes Katie and her friend came over she was taller than Katie was but then I noticed why, she was wearing a pair of stilettos, which had enormously high heels, they combined with her short black skirt made her legs look slim and sexy.

"Tamara, this is my," slight pause "sister, Louise." Katie said.

Tamara held out her hand, which I noticed had several rings on some of which with huge diamonds, out to me. I gingerly took it and said, "Hello."

"Please to meet you Louise," she politely said.

Then Katie carried on, "I have explained the situation to Tamara and she has kindly offered to have a go at your hair and help out in any way she can, isn't that wonderful?"

I was horrified! A complete stranger to me stood looking at me knowing that I was a man dressed as a girl, I suddenly wished the earth would open up and suck me in.

It must have showed, as Tamara said, "Now, now Louise, you already look lovely all I want to do it 'guild the Lilly' a little, you will be surprised what a new hairdo and a pretty pair of nails will do. Now why don't you come over here with me and let me see what I can do for you. Katie will just be over there having her hair and nails done." She then took my hand a guided me over to a corner of the salon, which was more, isolated from the main areas.

For the next hour and a half I was totally pampered and for want of a better word beautified, it was a completely new experience having so care and attention extolled upon me. The highlight however which I have to admit became a little awkward when Tamara asked me to take off my nylons so that she could give me a pedicure. She had already transformed my hands by giving me extensions and glossy vermilion varnish.

I somewhat reluctantly unzipped and took off my boots then pulled back my skirt and unfastened my stockings from the suspender clasps, which now required far more careful dexterity due to my longer nails. As I unrolled them down my legs Tamara seemed to be watching in a sort of fascinated stare, was it normal to be watched so studiously, I asked myself.

As I pulled my stockings off my toes Tamara said, "you have nice legs for a boy, you know!" I didn't like to be reminded of my true gender, but I smiled coyly and thanked her.

Having somebody working on your feet is a sensuous experience I enjoyed every second of it, and was equally delighted by the sight of my beautified toes when she had finished.

My hair had already been much improved and now cascaded down to my shoulders in soft gentle curls, which Tamara said should take very little 'looking after'.

Whilst my nails dried thoroughly she asked, "how many holes would you like in each ear? Katie thought two and I agree, what do you think?" I paused to think, was it all going too far?

"Whatever you think best!" was the reply which answered both my own and Tamara's questions.

 

 

Part 14

Katie and I emerged from the salon both feeling much prettier than we had when we entered Tamara had given me such a boost to my confidence that I suggested we go for a drink to celebrate.

"Wait, let me pop back and ask Tamara if she would like to join us!" Katie answered.

She left me out on the street alone, it was the first time I had been alone in public as Louise, I felt nervous isolated and very vulnerable as though the whole world was suddenly looking at me. Thankfully after just a few minutes Katie and Tamara emerged arms linked and giggling like two schoolgirls.

It was Tamara who suggested we go to the Red Lion pub, which was just around the corner. It very traditional pub filled with the lunchtime crowd, however we found three tall stools and dragged them to a high table near the window.

Unfortunately it was Tamara who pointed out that I was showing rather too much thigh after I had carefully negotiated my way to perch myself atop the stool.

"Such lovely legs!" she said in a semi sarcastic tone.

"He makes me quite jealous sometimes," Katie whispered to her, then turning to me she said, "why don't you go and get the drinks Louise?"

"Me? I cant!" I answered somewhat flabbergasted at the request.

"Why ever not?" Tamara questioned.

"Because!" came my feeble reply.

"Look Tamara has been so good to us this morning, it's the least you can do. And I am tired of running around after you, besides you're a big girl now its time you looked after yourself!" Katie reprimanded me. I didn't answer it was pointless.

Slowly I eased myself back down onto my towering heels and after asking what they wanted to drink I teetered off to the bar, clearing my throat. They bar was two deep and normally it would have taken Lance ages to get served, but Louise seemed to attract the barman's attention easily.

"Yes Miss, what can I get you." He said in a broad Scottish accent.

I took a deep breath and heard myself asked for our three drinks in a quite unfamiliar but appropriate tone. As he went to get the drinks I glanced around me to see if anyone perceived my nervousness, thankfully nobody seemed too.

I was now right next too the bar, and several people were around me jostling for position. Unexpectedly I felt a hand on my bottom, it wasn't just a 'glancing blow' it was a full hands on 'buttock caress'. I turned around too protest at the culprit, but nobody looked guilty, it could have been one of three or four guys, but nobody looked guilty all being intent on trying to get the barman's attention. I turned back, to find my drinks waiting with the barman smiling at me.

It was only then that I realised I had no money with me, somewhat flustered I said, "oh sorry, I have forgot my purse!"

Then I heard a voice, "here allow me!"

I turned to see a tall blonde well-tanned guy handing over a £20 note to the barman, "no I couldn't!"

 

"Sure you could!" said the good-looking Adonis.

I didn't know how too react or what to say, "oh, well, erm thanks very much. I owe you!" came out of my mouth.

"No problem! I'm Greg by the way!" he said as he offered his hand.

"Louise!" I said offering my elegantly manicured hand.

I watched feeling somewhat detached as he gently took hold of it and raised it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. It was a corny gesture, but it made me tingle inside. I'm sure I must have blushed, then Greg confirmed it.

"You're, very pretty, Louise especially when you blush!" dammit! He went on, "I haven't seen you in here before."

'What the hell was I doing!' I thought, as my mind suddenly clicked back into reality. I pulled my hand away and picked up the three drinks in and eased my way back through the throng back to the relative safety of Katie and Tamara.

 

Part 15

It took me several minutes to calm myself down and get back to feeling 'normal' again, Katie and Tamara seemed oblivious to my stressful situation. As they meanwhile continued to be in deep conversation reminiscing about 'the old days'. Then I was suddenly aware of someone behind me.

"Greg!" I heard Tamara squeal she clambered off her seat and came around the table to embrace him, "it's been ages!" It appeared that Greg and Tamara were also old friends, I sat quietly trying to melt away.

"Please, come and sit with us, and let me introduce you to my friends. This is Katie and old school friend of mine and this is erm," a slight pause then Greg interrupted.

"Louise!" he said triumphantly "we have already met."

"Have you, how?" Katie asked.

Greg then went on to describe my cash flow problem at the bar, and how he had come to my rescue.

"How very gallant!" Tamara gushed, she obviously was very attracted to him and was giving him all the right signals lots of touching and eye fluttering.

"I have to go to the ladies room," I whispered to Katie, "will you come with me?" With that she stood up and explained where we were going.

When we were out of they're hearing I said, "can we go please! I feel very awkward with this guy Greg."

"Why? I'm having a good time, and Greg seems like a nice person."

"I don't know, it's just that, well I'm sure that erm, well he was giving me the 'come on' at the bar!" I stammered.

 

"Don't be silly!"

"Look Katie, I have been in his position. I have chatted up enough girls in my time to know a 'come on' when I see it."

By this time we were in the lavatory, and I went into the first available cubicle and after much fiddling with my underwear I managed to relieve my bladder. After Katie had done the same she suggested that I repair my lipstick before we went back.

Without even much thought, I took my lipstick from out of my bag, pulled off the cap, and unscrewed the colourful dark red stick. Then I leaned forward toward the mirror pursed my lips and carefully brushed the lipstick over my lips, lightly and smoothly until I had an even coat over them. Then I squeezed my lips together and put the cap back on and placed the lipstick back in my bag.

It was a simple feminine process, and one which I did naturally and spontaneously without feeling peculiar or even as though anything was out of the ordinary, but it did make me realise just how much my life had changed over such a short time.

"Do you still want to go?" Katie asked having somewhat of a change of heart and wanting to make sure I was okay.

But I too had had a change of heart, "No not yet, lets have another drink and enjoy ourselves!"

"If your sure!" she said as she gave me a short squirt from her perfume bottle then took my arm.

"I'm sure." I answered as we walked back out into the smoky pub.

 

 

Part 16

As it turned out Greg was pretty good company and also very funny, he kept us amused with jokes and tales of his exploits for a couple of hours. He also kept us full of drink!

As the drink took its effect I began to get more and more confused as to my feelings. For as much as I still considered myself heterosexual I was beginning to think of myself not as a man masquerading as a girl. But as somebody who was content just being whoever or whatever I was, so much so that I began to look upon Greg as being attractive and possibly even desirable.

He was broad shouldered and looked physically fit, as he should be for apparently he played hooker for one of the local Rugby Clubs. His piercing blue eyes and square jaw-line, combined with his short blonde hair made him a stereotypical 'hunk'.

On several occasions Greg and I had a prolonged eye contact situation, when I happened to look at him only to find him looking at me, and visa versa. At first I found it a little disconcerting but after a while as the exchanges got longer I began to find them more welcoming. He certainly never gave me the impression that he thought I was anything other than what I purported to be.

 

"This has been a lot of fun, but I must get back to work." said Tamara as she climbed off her stool, "Oh don't let me break up the party" she added as we all made noises of a similar vain. But Greg got up anyway and kissed Tamara goodbye before he dashed of to the lavatory.

"Isn't he lovely!" Tamara said as he disappeared from sight across the room.

"A real hunk!" Katie responded. I flashed her a look, which she saw then she added, "now don't feel threatened Louise dear, you know there is only one man in my life!"

After agreeing that we must meet up again soon, Tamara left Katie and I alone, waiting for Greg to return.

"Do you like Greg?" she asked.

"He's okay I suppose?" I answered trying to understate my opinion.

We watched as he came striding back across the room, "I wonder what he is hung like?"

"Behave Katie!" I said.

 

 

Part 17

We spent about another half an hour over our last drinks, during this time Katie flirted shamelessly with Greg. On the few occasions when she had been with other men I had not really known about it until afterwards, yet she was not being discrete about her intentions just know.

Normally I would not feel much emotion, as I knew she had her 'needs' but on this occasion I felt strangely envious, and even more strangely not of Greg, but of Katie.

"Would you like to come back to our place for something to eat Greg?" Katie asked, I wondered what she had in mind to eat!

"I think I will go shopping!" I said, trying to fins a good excuse to leave them alone.

"Oh, do you have too? Come with us, please." Greg asked.

"Yes, you can shop tomorrow, Louise!" Katie agreed. I knew I should have argued against it, but I was somehow pleased that Greg wanted me to stay.

Out of the blue it happened, Greg leaned forward and offered his lips to mine. I unthinkingly reacted by leaning slightly forward myself then closing my eyes I placed my own moist red lips onto his. It was a brief connection but one which will live with me forever, for I had crossed the line and actually kissed someone from my same sex. It should have felt wrong but it was totally the opposite, for it felt good, right, and wanted.

As we pulled away, I opened my eyes again and saw Katie, smiling at me, heaven knows what she was thinking of me, but nothing but amusement showed on her face.

 

 

Part 18

Ten minutes later we were in a black cab en route to our apartment, with Katie and I sat either side of Greg in the back. My mind was racing I was worried about what Katie and I were getting ourselves into, I realised I had to be careful, what if he discovered my secret, how would he react? Yet my excitement was so intense that I did not want to consider what the consequences might be, I just wanted the pretence to go on.

I watched as Greg placed his hand on my thigh and slowly eased it through the split in my skirt to touch the warm nylon coated flesh of my thigh. The silky nylon shimmered at it caught the light, and a shiver ran through me. It may have been the effects of the drink, but I felt detached and distant as though it was not my body and that I was looking in, from above.

I didn't want things to progress quite as fast as they were so I placed my hand on his wrist and gently pushed it down away from my stocking tops. He took the hint and took his hand away.

I looked across at where his other hand was, hardly surprised to see resting it on Katie's thigh, I idly wondered if she felt fortunate or disappointed with the decision to wear her suede jeans, instead of a skirt.

Greg had made his intentions clear, and we had certainly signalled a response which should have made him imagine that his was his lucky day. His attentions made me feel sexy and desirable, Lance new what being a predator was all about from but being the prey was new to Louise, and she liked it.

We arrived back outside our building and Katie and I waited by the door whilst Greg paid the taxi driver. He walked up to us, looking more handsome in daylight that he had ion the pub, placed his arms around each of our waists and asked us to, "Lead on."

I took out the key from my purse struggled with them slightly with my new nails trying to get the right key into the lock. The lift was waiting and I skipped quickly across the floor in my high heels to grab the door just as it was closing. As we rode in the life I got the front door key ready so that I would not struggle quite as much as I had earlier.

 

 

Part 19

Once inside Katie took Greg jacket and showed him through to the lounge, I took the jacket from her and too ours through to the cloakroom. By the time I returned Katie had her arms wrapped around Greg's neck, whilst his were around her waist and they were deeply engrossed in a French kiss. I silently went through to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee

After a few minutes, as I was scooping the coffee into the jug I felt a hand on my hip, I turned somewhat startled spilling some coffee onto the worktop. It was Greg his hair slightly ruffled, and with Katie's lipstick smudged on his own.

"Are you alright?" he asked tenderly.

"I'm fine,"

"We wondered where you were," he asked seemingly genuinely concerned.

"I just thought you would like some coffee, that all!" I said as I turned back.

His hand pulled me back round, and he said, "I'd rather have you, if you don't mind?"

That was it I melted into his arms as he pulled me into his masculine chest. I dropped the spoon as I placed my hand onto the back of his neck and eased his lips toward mine, as our lips touched our mouths opened and I smelled his aftershave engulf my nostrils. His lips slid around mine as our tongues sought out each others, he was a good kisser and I shuddered in excitement and for what seemed like several minutes he explored my mouth as I did his. Lance had kissed many girls, but this felt very different.

Eventually I pulled myself away and licked my lips dry his hands were still around my waist. I lowered mine and placed them on his for-arms and eased them off me.

"Let me finish making the coffee!" I appealed.

I turned my back to him and picked up the lid to the coffeepot, I felt him lift my hair and then he kissed me gently on the nape of my neck. The sensation I felt like all the tingles and shivers I felt before rolled into one.

"You smell good!" he breathed.

I rolled my head forward to encourage him to carry on it was wonderful. His hands were back on my hips and they enveloped my waist, they then went up under my cardigan and I sensed him touching my 'breasts', how I longed at that point that they were real so I could feel them too.

I reluctantly forced myself around in his grip to keep him away from my breasts and turned to kiss him again. I would have liked the neck kissing to have gone on, but his hands might have soon detected my secret. We kissed feverishly again until I my tongue was practically aching and I had to pull away once more.

I saw Katie standing near the door and must have been watching us for awhile I noticed that her jeans were open and her left hand was down in her lacy white panties, moving slowly obviously working on her pussy. It was the first time for ages that I had seen her satisfying herself and it made an erotic sight, her eyes were closed know and she was leaning against the door frame. Katie was a very attractive girl and she had a fantastic body, which she rarely showed off to its best advantage. Could it be that she was so excited by seeing me like this with Greg?

 

Part 20

Greg turned his attentions to my girlfriend again, and they headed back through to the lounge I followed with the coffee.

Katie stood by the glazed balcony door, which overlooked the Thames it was pretty private, only anyone with a boat and a telescope could see in. Her arms were holding onto the wall either side of the sliding door and she was facing out. Greg knelt down behind her and slowly began to work her jeans down, they were tight and he had to virtually peel them from her hips.

Her tiny white lace panties had a satin panel in the back, which was loosely held against her firm, tanned bottom, about four inches of her back was visible between her panties and tight white tee shirt. I didn't see when she had taken her boots off but she was now stood in just her bare feet, as I moved around and saw her freshly painted pink toenails. Her expensive suede jeans were now down at her ankles and Greg carefully slipped them off her feet as she raised them one at a time.

He then raised his hands up to her hips and buried his nose in her satin lined bottom. Slowly she turned around to face him, he was still on his knees but his face was inches from her crotch. Katie placed her fingers under the top edge of her panties and eased them down to gradually expose her pussy.

For as long as I had known her she had always trimmed her pussy hair into a fine line, like her I thought a trimmed pussy looked far nicer than a bushy one.

Greg to over on her panties and pulled them down her long legs until she could step out of them, which allowed her to open her legs to permit him to gain access to her. Then for several minutes he licked and probed his tongue into her gorgeous pussy, she had her hands on the back of his head pushing him deep into her.

I wished at that moment that I could have been her so that I could feel the obvious pleasure she was going through.

I watched quietly as she climaxed loudly, then finally pushing him away after she had been fully satisfied. Greg fell back onto hi back and she followed him down, straddling him with her knees.

"Help me Louise!" she asked looking at me. Although Greg didn't need any forcing Katie was trying to unfasten his belt, and pulling at his shirt at the same time.

I went over and knelt down and unbuttoned his shirt, his chest was firm and well defined, with a fine smattering of blonde curls adorning the centre of it and a trace going down to his belly. Katie had his belt was now undone and the zip of his trousers halfway down, but to spoil the illusion of him being forced slightly, he lifted his bum into the air as I tugged at his trouser legs and pulled them down.

He was wearing a pair of small tight black underpants and he was already erect, it was the first time I had ever seen another mans erection, other than in a porno magazine.

Then with a tug from me and another lift of his bottom they too came down too allow his erect member to be sprung free, Katie wasted no time and took hold of his penis and guided it into her sopping wet pussy.

She then proceeded to gyrate and bounce up and down on it in fevered excitement, whilst he squirmed underneath her. Although she had climaxed one already she was able to ride him for quite a while before she reached her second orgasm, which immediately followed his first. At this point Katie climbed off and his erect cock covered in her love juices started to fail.

"He's all your Louise," Katie said, "why not give him a blowjob he will remember!"

 

Part 21

His rapidly fading erection was like a magnet to me, I knew that I should have resisted but I couldn't I reached out my hand and curled my fingers around it.

The heat and the stickiness of it startled me for a moment as I paused momentarily before I started to rub it up and down, it soon reacted to my movements and within seconds I had his erection in my hand.

The purple head glistened still with a glob of his cum it was to be now or never. I pulled gave it was last down stroke then leaned forward and with my free hand pulled my hair back behind my ear. My lips opened and I slowly took his cock, I could taste sweetness and salt on it, and I could feel the veins and ridges through my sensitive lips.

I continued to work my hand up and down on his shaft whilst I sucked and licked at his swollen gland. I could feel it getter harder and hotter in my grip, and the head seemed to swell, before he predictably released his cum into my mouth. My immediate reaction was to spit it out, but I gathered by courage and began to gulp it down. The hot and salty seamen slid down my tongue and into my throat, never in my life before now would I have believed such a thing would ever happen to me.

When his cock once again stated to fail I finally released it from my mouth, and sat back up. I felt a dribble of his cum on my chin as I turned to look at Katie, who still naked from the waist down and sat leading against the wall. I took the back of my hand and wiped it across my chin then licked it clean, she smiled and winked she seemed to be satisfied with my overall performance.

 

 

Part 22

Shortly afterwards Greg received a call on his mobile, it was his office he was needed urgently he apologised profusely and to left a little while later. He was also oblivious to the fact that he had been sucked off by another man he did take our telephone number and promised that he would call soon.

Katie went straight to take a shower whilst I made some fresh coffee to take away taste of Greg's semen which lingered in my mouth. I was sat at the kitchen table admiring my brightly painted toenails, which shone like beacons through my stockings when Katie came through in a towelling robe.

"Well, Louise how did you like your first experience with a man?"

"I think I prefer being on the receiving end of a blowjob, but it wasn't anywhere near as bad giving one as I had imagined it would be!"

Katie, laughed, "to be honest I thought at first that you wouldn't do it! I was amazed when you did, and it was pleasing to see you taking on your role so well!"

It was time for a confession, "Katie, I'm concerned that I am beginning to enjoy it a bit too much, it's like I have been re-born. At the moment I am finding that being Louise is a lot of fun and preferable to Lance. Being so intimate with Greg excited me like I never thought I could be, but does this make me gay? I'm getting a bit confused."

She took my hand and gave it a tight squeeze, "I don't think so? Your just being what you are it doesn't matter don't try and label it and after all seeing you with Greg like that was so erotic for me, I got wet watching you kiss him, bet when you blew him well, wow! And what does that make me?"

This was turning into a real confessional, as I admitted, "for a few minutes with Greg, I actually wished I was a girl you know, I wanted him so badly. Watching you being so fully satisfied made me, jealous."

"Well maybe you can, I have an idea, come with me," She took my hand a guided me through to the bedroom. She went to the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a long double-headed dildo, "would you like to try this?" she asked.

"Where did you get that?" I asked, of course I knew that she had had some bisexual experiences in the past, but I was a little shocked that she had such a thing.

"I've had it years, just not used it recently that's all. I kept it because I thought it may come in useful again, sometime!"

I didn't have much time to think, as Katie eased me back onto the bed, and grabbed at my panties and cache and pulled them down. My cock slowly unfurled from its confined position and was soon stood erect framed between my black suspenders. Katie wasted no time and began to suck on it.

I closed my eyes and cast my mind back to an hour before when I had been doing the same with Greg.

Katie had my hairless balls in her hand and was gently squeezing them as I squirmed on the bed in sheer delight. She sensed when I was about to cum, and stopped and rolled me over.

"Up on your knees, Louise" she instructed, as I did so slid one half of the dildo into her gaping pussy, the other end jutted out from her like any guys normal erection, it was a weird sight.

I did as I was told, and knelt up all fours with my ass in the air, then I felt something cold on my anus.

"What's that?" I asked

"Just a little lubricant, something to help!" came the reply shortly before I felt the hard dildo being forced into my hole.

"Yeow-ouch!" I cried out, "it hurts!"

 

"Just try and relax, don't fight it!"

I rested my head down on the bed and looked back down between my legs. I saw my skirt pulled up onto my back and my stocking clad thighs exposed with Katie kneeling between.

"Am I hurting you?" she asked.

"A little," I replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath, "Oh, it feels so big!"

"I don't believe how tight you are!" Katie exclaimed.

"Are you in all the way?" I gasped, "I feel like I've been split in two!"

"Just a little more." She pressed the dildo forward again, then it stopped as it was gripped like a vice by my sphincter muscle. She seemed to gain ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing forward.

I grunted and moaned a few more times before she finally pressed the base of the dildo against my ass cheeks.

"How's that?" she whispered.

"Fucking unbelievable! Don't move for a few seconds, I have to get used to it."

The entry had been somewhat painful, but that was not to be unexpected. From time to time, I contracted my anus around the invading phallus, as I tested the elasticity of my anal muscle.

"The pain is subsiding," I said, "give it just a few more seconds and then you can start moving it in and out a bit."

My reward for persevering with the pain was pure ecstasy! With the pain all but gone, Katie began moving the dildo slowly out then back in again whilst I gyrated my buttocks in a slow, circular pattern, the dildo was a prisoner inside me and obediently followed my movements.

Somewhere along the line she began to gradually piston me, the dual feeling of our syncopated rhythm sent me higher than I had ever known before.

I was beside myself, having discovered an animalistic instinct I never knew I had, and, with the discovery, I developed a far different attitude toward our love-making. Outside of a few dirty words like 'fuck' or 'suck', said in the heat of passion to titillate, I had never been very vocal about my needs until now!

"Oh! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, Katie, it feels so good!"

My screams were load and could be heard throughout the house, "Hey," she said softly, "the neighbours will hear you."

"Just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my ass!"

She started pumping like a madman, driving her 'cock' in and out of my tight ass with absolute passion. She grunted and she groaned whilst I bucked my ass against her abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull her even further in.

"I'm cumming!" I cried, "I'm cumming!

"YESSSSSSS!" I heard her cry I presumed that she too had climaxed at the same time.

Katie however didn't stop she kept pushing the hard plastic into me as I moaned with delight, on and on she used it until I could take no more and I had to pull forward as she pulled back. My ass was finally free from the invasion, and I rolled over, exhausted.

A few seconds later she withdrew the dildo from my aching ass, and I rolled over onto the bed. My ass was aching from the invasion, but I felt strangely satisfied.

"That was great," she whispered sexily, "and you enjoyed it too, didn't you!"

I was exhausted and my anus was sore but overall the feeling was of pleasure, and satisfaction.

"Mmmmm!" was all I could answer.

 

Part 23

My rest however was interrupted by the intercom Katie answered it and quickly rushed back.

"It my mom, she downstairs," she paused for air, "she is on her way up!"

"What?" I cried, not as a question, but just an exclamation.

"You, had better get rid of Louise and change!" she said, as she pulled on a skirt and sweater.

I heard the doorbell, as I had unfastened my bra, and was taking off my breasts, it felt strange to suddenly lose the weight on my chest. Within a minute I was stood in a pile of underwear, I padded through to the bathroom and ran the shower.

I looked at myself in the mirror I was a mess! Half of me looked male the other looked female, what was I to do? There was nothing else for it, it was a huge waste but I began the task of taking off my makeup. Slowly and surely Louise disappeared revealing Lance, I took great care to remove the last vestiges of my mascara, before I was satisfied that tragically it had all gone.

I removed my fingernail varnish but couldn't bear to cut them, and hoped that I could get away with them, but my lovely pink toenails wear definitely staying, socks would see to that.

I climbed in the shower and soaked my beautiful new hairdo, which I pulled back into a wet ponytail. When I had dried myself off I rechecked myself, in the mirror. I still had in my gold loop earring studs, and my eyebrows looked slightly different but I was definitely Lance, maybe slightly more effeminate than before but so what.

I got dressed in jeans and sweatshirt and socks, and went through to greet Katie's, mom, being careful to keep my hands as well hidden as possible.

Katie looked disappointed as I walked into the room and greeted her Mom with a kiss.

"You've got earrings, Lance!" she noticed them immediately.

Katie leapt to my defence, "I persuaded him, Mom, it's all the fashion again for men!"

"Really?" she gave me a questioning look then went on to talking to Katie as normal.

It transpired to be just a social visit, with a reminder to us both that they were going away on Friday night on holiday, which brought an immediate smile of relief from both Katie and myself.

Katie insisted she stay for some tea, at which point I decided to make my excuses and told them I was going to the gym, there was no way I could hide my nails whilst eating at the same table. I of course never went to the gym, instead I went for a long walk along the river instead only returning after Katie had rung me on my mobile to give me the all clear.

Until it had been necessary to become Lance again I never realised just how much I had preferred dressing as a girl. For the past few hours I had felt bland, dowdy, and distinctly unattractive, it was however a reassuring to feel the tug of my suspenders under my jeans.

 

 

Part 24

The next few days I became Louise all day every day, Katie was very keen for me to get used to doing my own hair and makeup and behaving at all times as a girl. She did not have to persuade me, I was now very eager to learn as much as I could. My brief interlude in being Lance again for a few hours made me realise just how much I liked being Louise and I was determined to make the most of it.

With Katie's help and guidance I soon became quite proficient at looking after my own hair and was able to apply my makeup in several different looks, I even helped Katie with her own, I particularly liked to paint her nails.

We didn't go out much until the Thursday, that morning we had a call from Tamara who wanted us to meet her in town for lunch.

 

Part 25

I decided to wear a short black pinafore style dress with a silvery long-sleeved silk knit T-shirt underneath it. I now was very selective about what I wore and chose things, which I thought, made me look attractive and more importantly made me, feel good. So my selection of underwear was important, I didn't have a great choice still but Katie had promised that we would take care of that soon. The matching black satin panties and bra I selected felt sensual against my soft and sensitive skin and a pair of nude coloured lace topped hold-ups and black crossbar shoes made me feel feminine and happy.

Katie went for a tartan mini-skirt with opaque black stockings and a white satin blouse. Her shoes were very similar in style to my own but had slightly higher heels. She however had decided to go out panty-less, during the whole time I had known her she had never dared to do such a thing, but now she seemed so confident and had a 'devil may care' attitude.

We sat side by side and did our makeup together. Katie had commented previously that I looked quite oriental when I applied my eyeliner and mascara in a certain style so I repeated the look for today. I chose a deep scarlet lipstick, which matched my nail polish, and top coated it a gloss sealer, which emphasised the fullness of my lips. Katie finished before me, and seemed to take pleasure in watching as I slowly perfected my façade.

"You really are enjoying all of this aren't you?" she asked.

I stopped brushing my lips for a second and answered, "Well I certainly don't regret accepting your challenge. I suppose I have never realised just what fun it is being a girl."

"You might not have the same opinion if you had to deal with the monthly curse!"

"Yes, I know, and I'm not belittling that but as a man I never had the satisfaction of painting my nails or wearing silky underwear or feeling so sexy all the time." I answered before I returned to the mirror.

"I've been thinking a lot about this and I think I want you to spend more time like this, even after the Grand prix, if you want to that is?" she surprised me with the proposal. I had of course thought about it too, and there was no way I wanted to go back to being boring old Lance.

I put down my lip gloss and turned to her and took her hand in mine, "Too be honest Katie I don't think I could go back to being Lance right now. I am so confused, I don't want to lose you but I don't think the old Lance could ever return. I have even lost interest in winning the damned competition, I feel I have already won all I could possibly want."

Katie threw her arms around me and hugged me, "Darling you won't lose me, I love you as Lance and Louise and whatever happens I want to make you happy. We are only just discovering things about this all the time, but don't worry we are in this together and whatever happen in the future we will deal with it, I will always be here for you. Besides you don't have to decide what to do about your competition prize just yet, you may change your mind!"

What she had said, was the words I needed to here and a tear welled up in my eye, "hey, now don't get all emotional and ruin your makeup." She pulled a tissue from the box sat on the dresser and dabbed the moisture from the corner of my eye. "Come on lets finish getting ready and go out and enjoy ourselves!"

 

I managed to pull myself together without anymore tears and finished off by brushing my hair and teased it into shape. Katie got our coats and purses ready and met me by the door.

"Lets go, here, let me help you with your coat."

 

 

Part 26

Tamara was waiting for us at the top of Covent Garden tube station she greeted us with a warm hug and kissed us both on the cheek.

"You two look great, and that look really suits you Louise!" Tamara gushed.

Although Tamara was wearing an open wool coat I could see that below that she was wearing a blue pleated mini-skirt and black lace tights or stockings and black stilettos, and as seemed usual her hair and makeup looked immaculate.

"I spoke to Greg yesterday and he told me that you three had a little party the other day!" Tamara said, I immediately felt myself blush as I remembered how could I forget?

"It seems that Louise, made quite an impression on him, he even asked if I knew much about you?" she added.

"You didn't tell him, did you?" I asked suddenly very concerned.

"Don't worry, I never said, a word." My relief was evident for them both too see.

"You fancy Greg don't you?" Tamara persisted.

"Look I'm not gay, Tamara!" I answered in a terse tone, "tell her Katie!" I said looking for support.

"It doesn't matter what you are Louise, its how you feel and who you feel it with, gender is unimportant." Tamara tried to defuse my concerns, "I know that you and Katie are happy together, but that doesn't and shouldn't stop you looking for new experiences. Life is far too short!"

Katie put her arms around me and said, "Tamara is right, just relax and let your feelings go. Don't be concerned by what others might think it's just us that's important, and I know you I saw you with Greg don't forget!"

She spoke some sense and it helped put some of my feelings into perspective. For as much as I loved Katie and still considered myself 'straight' I did find myself very much attracted to Greg.

"Well he is kind of handsome, and is so athletic looking and good company!" I uttered, trying not to sound to enthusiastic.

 

 

Part 27

We had lunch at a Bistro, and once again I found myself eating very little I seemed to be getting paranoid about my weight. The conversation varied a lot and most of which I would have not been interested in just a week ago but now I was fully involved. The wine flowed and after the second bottle we decided enough was enough and headed off together to do some shopping. We had discussed my wardrobe and Tamara was as keen as Katie to help me extend it and allow me the enjoyment the excitement of girls shopping together.

We headed off to Oxford Street and spent the next hour and a half going from shop to shop trying on outfits, I had never had so much fun. I bought several different outfits and two more pairs of shoes, before Tamara suggested she take us to another shop that she knew of, which was sure to have some more things that we would all love.

It turned out to be a shop call 'Agent Provocateur' and exclusive shop selling only lingerie. Inside it was an Aladdin's cave of the most luxurious and wonderful underwear, I wandered the racks just touching and relishing the feel and look of each item.

I soon found several items that I liked and wanted to buy, I found Katie and Tamara at the other end of the shop. As I approached I saw that Katie was holding a corset.

"Ah there you are, Louise you must have this!" she said holding it up and showing me.

I had seen corsets in magazines before but this one looked unlike any I could recall. It was totally black and made from what appeared to be satin like material but was embellished by beautiful fine stitching which decorated the entire surface.

I took it from Katie and looked a little closer, there was eight suspenders hanging from it each with a silvery metal clasp attached. I could feel that it was boned quite heavily and that it had dozens of silver eyelets in the back to which a long black lace was looped.

"Its beautiful!" I said, "but do I need it?"

Tamara answered, "I have one, not a nice as that mind, and I love wearing it. It makes me feel so feminine."

"Try it on!" Katie carried on.

 

 

Part 28

Tamara found the assistant and asked about sizing, then she showed us into a changing room. She then went away for a few minutes returning with a pretty box out of which she took out the corset wrapped in tissue paper. She asked if we needed any help but Tamara said we would be fine on our own.

Slightly embarrassed with having Tamara with us, I nervously unbuttoned my dress and dropped it to the floor, then took off my top leaving me standing in just my underwear. I saw Tamara looking me over and smiling, in what I hoped was some sort of approval.

Katie told me to turn my back to her as she wrapped the corset around my waist and began to lace me in to it. She pulled, tugged and tightened the laces whilst I fought against them. With each successive lacing it got tighter and tighter making it difficult for me to breathe.

Tamara advised me to relax and to take short breaths whilst I got used to the constriction of the corset. The discomfort never eased significantly, and the rigidity seemed to prevent me bending. It seemed to take ages but eventually Katie tied off the laces. I had to admit however that it felt glorious and if I looked half a good as I felt, then it could be worth it.

I turned to look into a long mirror and if I had any left the sight would have taken my breath away. From my neck to my waist my body was completely flat, but my waist seemed to be much narrower than before. Whilst my hips and bottom seemed to have increased in size, as though my body mass had been moved around slightly.

As I adjusted to the new feeling I began to feel a sense of satisfaction from the constriction. I knew I now had a tiny waist and the corset provided an altogether more feminine shape.

"Well?" Katie asked simply.

"I like it! It's uncomfortable but it makes me feel very sexy and feminine." I answered with glee.

"Good!" Tamara answered, "You look spectacular but you need some more appropriate hosiery, hang on a minute." With that she went through to find the assistant.

"Is that too tight?" Katie asked.

I pirouetted and turned in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection, "I don't know, it's very uncomfortable and unforgiving but I can stand it, I think?"

Tamara returned with a cellophane pack of stockings. I watched eagerly as she carefully took them out.

"Now these are very special they are 'full fashion' nylons. Not at all like your everyday stockings these are very delicate and very sexy, they will make you feel like a million dollars."

I found that the only way I could raise a leg and not fall over was to lean back against the wall. I pointed my bright red polished toes toward Tamara as she held out the rolled up black nylon. Tamara slowly guided it over my toes and slowly began to unroll the stocking first over my heel then, calf, knee and finally my thigh. I could already feel the sensuous nature of the nylon encasing my smooth skin, it felt like silk it was so delicious.

Once it was fastened to the four suspenders, which hung from each side of my corset. Tamara then adjusted each suspender tight, which made it feel even better, I revelled in the sensations it provided. The second nylon followed and again did not disappoint.

"These are stockings wonderful!" I exclaimed, "so soft and silky, they feel so sensuous!"

"These are what stockings used to be like, its no wonder they were rationed in the war, I bet the Americans used to rip them off the girls!" She paused then added "Now you must be very careful with them, as are very delicate and will ladder easily and no-one likes to see girls in nylons with holes in them."

 

Part 29

We left the shop with me still wearing my corset and black seamed stockings. I felt very decadent and sultry as we walked up the street with my corset forcing me to stand straight and my nylons tugging at my suspenders.

Climbing into the taxi was difficult and painful, as I fought against rigidity, however I won the battle and sat in the back next to Katie. We had at least a dozen carrier bags of shopping between us and Tamara insisted on us going back to her house for coffee and an inspection of the parcels.

Tamara was sitting opposite Katie, and I could see her gazing at her, then she spoke, "You know your cleavage looks great, that bra does wonders for it! You should undo another button." Without questioning Katie did as Tamara suggested.

"Don't you wish you had a cleavage like that Louise?" Tamara asked me.

"Yes I do," I answered without thinking.

"Then you ought to think about what you really want!" she responded.

Before I had time to understand what she was saying, the taxi pulled up at the kerbside. Whilst Tamara paid the driver, I clambered out and in doing so almost stumbled onto the pavement as my corset regained control of me.

I noticed that my stockings had gone slightly baggy at the knees, where they had been stretched as she sat. I thought that it was not unattractive, I found that it accentuated the difference between this type and normal nylons, which behave predictably and now I realised somewhat boringly like an elasticised second skin.

 

Part 30

Tamara's house amazed me it was obviously expensive being in Chelsea and once inside I realised that she must be worth a fortune, as the decorations were opulent and very stylish.

I needed to go to the toilet as the corset was squeezing my bladder, I asked for directions and was directed to one upstairs. About ten minutes had passed by the time I had finished and freshened myself up a little. I heard a noise from a bedroom and peaked in.

What I saw amazed me. Katie was with her back toward me and kneeling between Tamara's opened legs and her head was buried in her crotch. Tamara was holding up her skirt revealing the tops of her lacy black stockings, I noticed her panties were down around one of her ankles.

I must have made a noise as I gasped in shock both Katie and Tamara turned and looked over toward me. As they did so I saw something that shocked and surprised me even more. Tamara had a cock.

 

Part 31

"You had better come in!" Tamara said as she dropped her skirt back down to cover her penis. Katie got up and sat next to her on the bed.

"You, you, you're a transvestite?" I asked incredulously.

Up until seconds earlier I would have never questioned that Tamara was anything other than a perfect vision female beauty.

"No, darling I am a transsexual, there is a difference! I am not pretending to be a girl, I am a girl. I have lived as a girl for three yeas now, I totally happy and feel normal, whereas before when I was, erm" she paused for a second before continuing, "when I was younger, I was miserable and confused."

"You knew?" I said accusingly as I looked at Katie.

She looked at Tamara and took her hand, "Of course, I knew. I have known Tamara since we were at school together except of course she was Timothy then. I should have told you earlier, I'm sorry."

I then watched Tamara take hold of her panties and place her free foot back into them. Slowly she pulled them back up her long legs and up under her skirt, tucking her male equipment back away from sight.

Katie, came over to me and took mew in her arms, "we need to talk!" she simply said.

 

Part 32

For the next hour we talked, first Katie explained that she had helped Timothy with his

need to cross-dress when they were both about fourteen-years-old.

Tamara then went on to explain, that throughout Tim's teenage years he had continued to dress as a girl whenever he could and mostly with Katie's help. When he was eighteen his parents discovered his secret and after much discussion and many visits to various doctors and psychiatrists they embarked on the journey which eventually brought him to become Tamara.

Katie and Tamara had been lovers until about eighteen months ago, which was about the time he had breast implant surgery, they drifted apart shortly afterwards. It was only in the past few days since they met again that they both realised how much they had missed each other.

Tamara explained that she had taken full dosage female hormones for about five years in total, but had at first stopped but now much reduced the dosage significantly because of the way it had affected her personality.

Her penis had ceased to sexually function properly whilst she was on hormones but since she had been taking much lower dosage it had recovered somewhat. She did not and still does not want to have the full operation and was happy to lead her life as a girl in every way for now, and having male equipment did not bother her. She was now much happier and more contented physically, even though she was now a 'shemale' in effect.

 

Part 33

These revelations had stunned me, Tamara was a beautiful girl and I would never had believed what I had been told if I had not seen with my own eyes. I was however now immensely jealous of what she had achieved, for she seemed to perfect.

I felt a tear form in the corner of my eye, and tried to blot it away with a tissue. Katie saw and tenderly pulled my hair back over my ear and stroked my neck.

"I know it's been a shock, and with your current situation I know how confused you must be. I shouldn't have pushed you into this and I should have told you about Tamara much sooner. I really am sorry." she sympathised, then she kissed my cheek.

"Its okay," I answered, still dabbing my tears away "I think I understand, and besides these past few weeks have been some of my happiest," this time I kissed her.

Tamara climbed up onto the bed and snuggled up against Katie and me, and we all hugged each other, creating a form of sisterly bonding. We all kissed and squeezed one another in turn and gradually it turned into something more.

 

Part 34

Of course I had always found Tamara very attractive and knowing what I did about her now only reinforced my feelings for her, but when she kissed me on the lips and I tasted her for the first time I responded enthusiastically. Our tongues darted around each other's mouths first, exploring and probing.

Katie meanwhile had returned to unfinished business with Tamara's cock, this time simply pulling aside her lacy black thong panties and easing her penis out.

Tamara's hands were caressing my nylon-sheathed legs she obviously loved the feel of them as much as I did. Her fingertips glided up and down my thigh slowly getting closer and closer to the top and my naked skin.

My hands meanwhile had begun to explore Tamara's body, I was desperate to feel her breasts, I had never felt implanted ones before and I was curious. I carefully unfastened her blouse buttons and slipped my hand inside. She was wearing a lacy half-cup underwired bra, and my hand cupped around one and I felt her warm and heavy breast inside.

I eased my hand inside the bra cup and touched her nipple I tweaked and stimulated it until it was hard and swollen between my fingers.

Tamara suddenly moaned out load, and rolled her head back as I surmised she emptied her sperm into Katie's mouth, who gratefully swallowed every drop as Tamara squirmed on the bed.

Katie eventually sat up and I saw Tamara's glistening juices on her lips, so I placed my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her toward me and kissed her. In doing so she transferred the mixed flavour of Tamara sperm and her own saliva to me and I delighted in the cocktail of tastes.

 

Part 35

Tamara had now recovered and eased away to pull off her blouse revealing her lacy white bra, which looked like Wonderbra. She asked me to undo the clasp I had become skilled with my long nails now and managed to unfasten it with little difficulty. Tamara's slipped the bra off her shoulders and revealed her glorious firm and pert breasts.

She cupped them in her own hands and squeezed together slightly, "Well, what do you think?" she asked me.

"They are wonderful!" I answered somewhat jealously. They were not huge but they were perfectly shaped.

Katie added, "I think they are better than mine!"

Tamara giggled contentedly and fell back onto the bed, Katie and I followed her down each homing in on a breast each, then like two suckling piglets we set to work on her nipples making them swell and harden between our lips.

In all of the excitement of the passed few minutes I had forgotten my discomfort from my corset. I was totally aware of its presence and only occasionally did it remind me, where and how I could move within it.

As we sucked Tamara's hands went to our groins, up under our skirts and into our panties. My cache still kept me confined and I ached to be released, and as if she had read my mind Tamara spoke.

"Katie, why don't you take off Louise's panties so that I can feel her clitty."

Then whilst I transferred my attentions to the breast which had just been vacated, I felt Katie fumbling under my dress and grab a hold off my underwear.

It was a relief to feel them come off and within seconds my cock stiffened as though it was stretching after a long sleep.

 

Part 36

Katie's tongue lapped at my hairless balls and slowly worked up to my anus, the feeling

drove me to a point of rapture like I had never felt before and I moaned in delight.

Tamara jiggled from under me I was still kneeling up on the bed as Katie too her place. We kissed again, and smiled at each other in a sort of self-congratulatory sense of fulfilment.

I felt Tamara behind me and hoped that she was about to take my virginity, I wasn't to be disappointed. A finger slowly penetrated me, and worked its way deep into my anus, she expertly worked it in and out and I realised that she was lubricating me with some gel.

Another finger joined the first and opened me up further, Katie's hands stroked my face as she smiled whilst I moaned in satisfaction to the sensations.

"Are you ready Louise?" I heard Tamara ask.

"Am I?" I asked Katie.

"Oh yes my sweet, you're ready!" she reassured me.

"Please take me Tamara," I cried, "I want to be like you, I want to fucked like a girl!"

She removed her fingers and I felt the tip of her cock on me, I pushed back against it, as Tamara slowly guided it into me. It seemed to take forever to drive into me, and for my muscles to become accustomed to the invasion. This was not like Katie's dildo this was much, much better.

The initial pain was similar to that which I experienced with Katie's dildo, but this time it subsided sooner and I soon writhed against her thrusts.

She began to take long deep strokes and as she pushed on I pushed against her, enjoying each thrust. Gradually she increased the pace and my pleasure increased. Katie had my erection in her hand as was masturbating me as the same time, waves of excitement rushed through me, and I was in ecstasy.

Tamara continued to pump into me, as I cried out, "Yes, Yes, Yes!" which I repeated over and over, but the unfortunate slapping and squelching noises couldn't be drowned out.

"I am going to cum!" I eventually cried out, warning Katie who was in the firing line she and was still fully clothed. Quickly she squirmed around and took my aching erection in her lips and I instantly exploded.

Tamara didn't finish for a further few minutes by which time, I was almost semi conscious. When she finally did cum however, I felt her warm sperm deep within me, and her erection quickly fail and plop out of my anus, as my sphincter squeezed on it.

 

 

Part 37

Tamara looked at me with her expressive, puppy-dog eyes, I could read the sexual excitement in them.

"Maybe he'll get some new ideas now," she said, giving me a little wink, an obvious invitation for me to remain and watch, as she approached Katie.

"He just might," said Katie, who looked over at me for a brief second, as if she were pondering her next move.

It all happened so quickly, in one fluid motion, my mind had to adjust to the delightful fact that there were two quite pretty ladies in front of me!

My eyes darted from Tamara's hanging breasts, with their large areola's and thick, brown nipples, to the soft, light-brown triangle of curls, which tapered quite nicely to a 'V' at the base of her flaccid penis. She made absolutely no effort to hide anything from my view, to the contrary, I think she kind of enjoyed showing her more than adequate body off for me. I made a mental note to ask Tamara later if she trimmed her pubic fleece, so delicate did her treasures look.

Tamara devoured Katie with her soft, bluish-green eyes her voice was soft as the morning and Katie in return seemed mesmerised, her hand was just below Tamara's right breast and for a second, I thought she was going to cup it. I tried to imagine her doing so, hoping that she could read my mind, but my little trick didn't work, she just kept her hand stationary beneath the hanging globe.

"Kneel on the floor and rest the top of your body on the bed," said Tamara, her voice devoid of its previous nervousness.

Katie curled her legs to her chest and pushed herself past the still seated Tamara. My cock was now throbbing again, stealthily I slipped my hand under my skirt and got a good grip on myself. This was one show I knew I would really enjoy.

"Like this?" asked Katie, moving to a kneeling position at the far right side of the sofa and leaning forward, resting her chest on the bed and the side of her head on her forearm.

"That's just fine," said Tamara, sliding off the sofa and moving to a seated position to Katie's left.

Tamara leaned slightly forward, her left breast scraping Katie's hip, "What a perfect ass!" she said.

I thought to myself, 'How true!' as I watched her place the palms of her hands over each of my girlfriends cheeks and gently squeeze the firm flesh.

"Mmm, that feels good," breathed Katie.

"It's going to feel a whole lot better when I'm through with you. She leaned further down and planted a soft kiss on the upper left buttock while she sensuously ran her fingernails all over her ass, raising tiny goose-bumps across the surface.

Katie hissed loudly, between her teeth, "Oh, that feels nice!"

"It's called the warm-up," said Tamara too me, running the tips of her fingers in a straight line inside the crack of Katie's buttocks, all the way down to the anus. She was careful, however, not to touch the anal opening, it was obvious she knew exactly how to extract every ounce of sexual excitement from her willing victim before she really pounced.

Katie's breathing was becoming more laboured as Tamara played tunes along the inside of the ass crack.

"I hope you're not too modest," she said, "you're boyfriend is about to get an eyeful."

I didn't comprehend the meaning of her words until I watched Tamara move her hands to Katie's lower ass. Using primarily her thumbs for leverage, she pried apart the two halves, exposing the pink round anal button.

Katie kept her head up and stared straight ahead, "I've never felt so exposed," said feeling both of our eyes on her most private area.

"Relax," whispered Tamara, "We're all friends."

"Friends usually don't examine each other's ass-holes," Katie quipped.

Tamara seemed bent on proving to Katie that she could better satisfy her sexual needs than I could. It was a contest now, I had already played my part, now it was her turn. It didn't really matter who was better, Katie was the real winner of the contest because all she had to do was enjoy.

For the rest of the session, Tamara completely ignored me, blocking me from her mind, concentrating only on the job at hand, giving Katie the best anal sex she was capable of giving.

She ordered Katie to stretch out on the carpet, prone, on her tummy. She did so, making a lovely picture with her cute curved ass and tightly closed legs. She was perpendicular to the bed, her head almost touching its base.

Tamara then turned and sort of squatted over her back, placing her knees on either side of her ribs. From my position, almost directly behind my prone girlfriend's feet, I had a nice view of Tamara's bald scrotum, which she didn't seem to mind.

Tamara leaned forward from the waist, causing her tits to hang delightfully downward, like melons on a vine, and placed her palms on the back of Katie's thighs.

"Open your legs!" she commanded. Urging her on by applying pressure with her hands upon the delicate, supple flesh.

Katie obligingly opened up, knowing that she would be baring the length of her crotch to the both of us, Tamara from above and me from behind. In doing so, her moist and sticky lips parted exposing the pink of her slit. Her vaginal entrance was quite moist, providing ample evidence that the anticipation of her sexual involvement with another woman was a real turn-on for her.

Tamara dug her long fingernails into the tight flesh of each cheek, opening the crack once more, exposing the pink button, which she regarded as her eventual target.

"That feels nice," Katie sighed.

Purposely, Tamara's massaging fingers curled around Katie's lower ass cheeks every so often and, for the briefest of seconds opened the crack there to expose the pink rosebud.

In time, Katie's breathing became more laboured, the kneading fingers giving her a new sexual glow. Almost imperceptibly, Tamara leaned forward and placed her hands a bit further between Katie's tightly closed legs. With the gentlest of urgings, she pushed against the inner thigh muscles and watched as her legs parted just a little, relaxing her inhibitions.

"You have a beautiful body," whispered Tamara, abandoning the legs in their open state and returning her ass cheeks.

Tamara decided to go for it all, she moved her hand along the inside of Katie's thighs all the way to her crotch, she ran the index fingers of her hands along each side of the exposed pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting flesh.

Katie moaned again, Tamara went for the kill, moving her fingers into her pussy and slowly parting her labia, exposing the still moist vaginal entrance and her engorged clitoris.

The foreplay had left Katie in a transfixed, her modesty long forgotten. Tamara placed two fingers into the pink divide and easing them right in. Katie gasped out loud as she felt the fingers enter her. I watched excitedly as the two digits slowly disappeared. Katie's moans were now loud and prolonged.

Tamara withdrew her glistening fingers and brought them to her mouth, I watched as she greedily sucked the cum-laden digits, tasting my girlfriend's pungent juices on her tongue. When she took the fingers out of her mouth, she looked back down at the twin spheres beneath her.

She was in complete control now, Katie would be willing to do anything, and she knew it. I saw Katie's hands work between her own spread legs and boldly pried her own flesh apart, exposing the tiny button.

Tamara pounced immediately, leaning over until her face was inside the parted cheeks, planting a soft kiss. Katie screamed out, as if a jolt of lightning had struck her, as Tamara worked her tongue into the puckered opening.

Almost as soon as she began, Tamara straightened up and ordered Katie to move her hands away from her ass. Tamara used her hands to pry Katie's cheeks apart once more, drove her head between them, and darted her tongue in again. This time Katie's moan was longer and louder I couldn't see what Tamara was doing to her asshole with her tongue, but whatever it was it was causing her to beat her toes into the carpet.

Tamara lingered longer at the opening this time, rimming the rosebud to her heart's delight. Finally, she straightened up and took in some air, then dived in again, she continued to for several minutes.

Katie was now beside herself, making animalistic sounds from deep inside her throat, breathing tremulously. It was obvious when her dam broke for the first time in my life I saw a girl actually squirt out jets of clear cum, between her spread legs, as the orgasm took control of her entire spasming body.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, straightening her legs out and shaking them violently as a few more spurts of cum sprayed out of her pussy.

The look on Tamara's face was one of satisfaction, knowing she had really done something to my girlfriend that she would never, ever forget.

It was over Katie looked over at me, red-faced, then crawled toward me and planted herself on my lap. She looked at me as I cuddled her in my lap, there were tears in her eyes and she began sniffling.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I just embarrassed myself," she replied, between tiny sniffles. I cupped her left breast gently, moving my thumb lightly over a nipple that had never been so hard.

"You just shone in my eyes," I said softly.

"Are you serious?"

"Very serious," I replied, "I thought you were great."

"I've never done anything like that before with you watching," she said softly, searching my eyes for a sense of truth in my replies.

"There's nothing wrong with what you did, the both of you enjoyed it, and I enjoyed watching."

 

Part 38

Katie climbed back onto the bed and lapped at my flaccid cock, slowly but surely it began to come back to life and after a few minutes of her persuasion it was once again rock hard.

Katie straddled me and lowered herself onto my rampant member, then stated to bounce up and down on it. Tamara meanwhile placed a pillow under my head to raise it up then knelt over me, placing her semi limp cock against my lips.

I opened my lips and took it in, it quickly hardened and she began to fuck my mouth as I sucked on it. My head was buried under her skirt and I could see nothing except for her shaven ball sack. The pumping on my cock and in my mouth went on for several minutes.

Tamara came first, with a shudder she let what sperm she had left, empty into my mouth and I greedily gulped down every drop. Seconds later Katie let out a scream of delight as a full and fearsome orgasm pulsed through her.

It had been a frenetic time and all of us were exhausted, after satisfying our lust for each other. We all collapsed back onto the bed and rested silently for many minutes, I think I may have even drifted off into a contented sleep for a while.

It took us some time to recover, but eventually one by one we each stripped and had a shower and freshened up. It was as I was drying myself that I realised just how dissatisfied I was with my body now that I had seen Tamara's. But for me to make such a transition would be such a big step not only for Katie my family and me, however the more I thought about it, the more I realised that I was happier being Louise than I had been for a long time being Lance. I decided to talk to Katie and see what her reaction would be.

 

 

 

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