Secret Moments 1

by:	Lorna E. Black

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Synopsis:	A tale of forced lifestyle change where having lost his job, our hero has to adjust to his changed circumstances. art 1 of 8 sets the scene and introduces a sub-plot vital to the main plot of the story.
Categories:	Caught with Consequences  Crossdressing / TV
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Secret Moments 1 By
Lorna Elizabeth Black

Copyright - Lorna Elizabeth Black 2007

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A tale of forced lifestyle change where having lost his job, our hero has to adapt to his changed circumstances.

Chapter 1 - The Morning

It was a Friday morning in early summer and it would have been just like any other Friday morning, but today Christopher was in a rather jumpy mood.

"Where's my clean shirt?" Christopher said rather curtly.

"On the back of the chair newly ironed," replied Linda.

Christopher went on, "You know I've got the chief accountant from head office coming today and that usually means trouble."

"I know, but you'll have to try and stop worrying, it's not doing your health any good at all," Linda said trying to reassure her husband.

"I just feel there's going to be redundancies announced and I suppose I feel vulnerable."

"You'll be fine."

"I don't think so."

"Don't get paranoid, you'll be fine."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes of course. After all you've been with that company for nearly twenty years. Now get off to work and stop worrying."

Christopher kissed his wife on the cheek and left the house not really knowing what the day held in store.



True enough, Christopher had worked for the same company for nearly twenty years. He had risen through the ranks to become senior accountant at that branch but now at forty four years of age, he was seeing changes in the way the company was being run, changes he did not care for. A more aggressive style was now apparent from the senior management and some of the young high fliers were beginning to make their marks in the company. Christopher now felt he certainly was not going to climb further up the promotion ladder and it was now only a case of literally clinging on to the job he had and try and make retirement. So now, work was no longer the pleasure it once was, now merely a source of income.

Christopher and Linda had lived in the same house for the last fifteen years. It was a four bed roomed bungalow with a double garage and a nice garden in a rather nice estate a few miles from the city centre. This house had many of the features one would expect from a top of the range modern house. It was also in immaculate condition because they never had any children. Really, it was far too large for just the two of them. Children were for some reason, never on the agenda and generally it did not bother them with the lifestyle they had made for themselves. Anyway they considered themselves now too old to even consider it.

In the early days of their marriage, Christopher was very busy forging out a career for himself, with some success, but now, as the years had passed, things had settled into a sort of routine. They were comfortably off money wise, they had a car each and could afford to go on a foreign holiday at least once a year. They were also a very devoted couple, preferring each other's company rather than that of other people.

They had a sex life, not a great sex life, but a sex life nevertheless, with Christopher always taking what he saw as the dominant role. This sex life, as it had become, was now very routine, usually only once a week, on Saturday night when they went to bed. It was just straight sex, nothing kinky, nothing out of the ordinary just the missionary position after a little bit of foreplay. Linda couldn't remember the last time she had an orgasm. This sex life was really all very ordinary, all very routine.

There was one thing, however, about Christopher that did seem to be slightly strange, even eccentric. He always insisted that he accompanied Linda when she went on shopping trips for clothes for herself. He always insisting that he checked how anything would look on Linda by insisting she tried everything on and show him how she looked before any purchase was made. There were occasions that Christopher would insist that Linda did not buy a particular garment even though she thought it particularly nice. Linda had questioned this behaviour with Christopher over the period of their marriage but Christopher's answer was always the same, that he liked Linda to look her best. She had even said on occasions,

"It's almost as if you wanted to wear this instead of me."

"Nonsense, it's not my size," or "it's not my colour," Christopher would reply jokingly.

Linda was suspicious to say the least but had learned to accept this behaviour after all the years of their marriage. The thought always remained in Linda's mind as if to say, Christopher has something on his mind but either he won't or can't say what it is. Perhaps some day this secret will be revealed.

Even after staying in the same house for all these years, Christopher and Linda really didn't have any real friends, even in the neighbourhood. Christopher never had real friends at his work either, to him they were only colleagues and that was the way he liked it. The only person that was close to them both was Linda's cousin Helen, Linda's only remaining living relative. She would generally visit most Sundays, usually for lunch.

Now Helen owned a shop near the centre of the city selling lingerie, corsetry and nightwear. It was a small shop, not particularly exclusive; generally aiming itself at the ‘mature' end of the market with some stock, which you could say, was of a more sensual nature. Linda worked there on a part time basis, usually just to help Helen out. The shop itself was never a huge money-spinner, as Christopher knew because he did the accounts for Helen when she required. However it did make a reasonable profit, enough to pay Helen and Linda, these profits going up considerably around Christmas time where the biggest sellers were from these more sensual ranges. It was usual to increase the stocks of these items around Christmas time. Helen also owned a flat above the shop where she was presently living with a new partner called Sam.

As for Linda, she didn't really need to work, but she did, more as a hobby and to keep Helen company. She really liked working there and so did Christopher, not for the extra money but because one perk of that job was that Linda had the choice of some of the more beautiful underwear from stock because he liked Linda in beautiful underwear. These were the only things that Linda had exclusive choice in, Christopher always shying away from the purchase of these items.

Now that Christopher had left the house for his work, Linda could now get ready to go to the shop. Linda also had some worries about her job as well, because Helen, who was a divorcee, was deep into this new relationship and it looked like marriage to Sam might be on the cards in the very near future. This really shouldn't have been a worry, but Helen's partner was an Australian and although he had lived and worked here for a number of years, he had began making noises about returning to Australia. The way he would go on about Australia in conversation at the dinner table when the two of them had been invited over, you would think there was no other place like it on Earth. So if the marriage did take place, Linda thought that Helen would likely be persuaded to sell up and move out to Australia with him. Things really seemed to be a bit uncertain for both Linda and Christopher at this time.



Chapter 2 - Samantha

When Helen met Sam, an Australian, some three months earlier, it was his gentleness had attracted her to him She had never encountered this sort of behaviour in a man before because during her marriage, her husband, although not physically cruel, was mentally cruel. He was always criticising her, even for the most trivial things. This particular man was also developing a drink problem and this along with the cruelty gave Helen the grounds she needed for divorce.

Helen's relationship with Sam had really blossomed over the past three months but she had a secret, actually Sam had a secret, but Helen shared it. Since Helen's only and closest female friend was Linda and since they spent a lot of time together in the shop, then secrets and confidences would pass between them. Linda, herself, did not have much, except Christopher's insistence on accompanying her everywhere when it came to buying clothes. Neither woman could quite figure out what was in his mind although it was discussed on many an occasion.

One day in the shop, it was fairly quiet, Helen said to Linda,

"I've got something to tell you."

"Is it a secret?"

"It certainly is. This is something that's been going on for some time. I've got to the stage that I've got to share it with someone."

"I'm intrigued, please go on."

"It's about Sam."

"Yes, I thought it might be because you talk of no one else these days."

"Do I?"

"You certainly do."

"Do you want me to carry on then?

"Of course I do."

"Well, remember a few weeks ago when I closed up the shop up a bit earlier than usual because business was slack and you went home?"

"Yes."

"When I went into the flat, Sam was there."

"So what's so unusual about that?"

"It wasn't the fact he was there that was unusual; it was the way he was dressed that was unusual."

"Go on, I'm fascinated."

"Well, when I walked in, there he was, dressed in a white under-wired bra, white lacy knickers, matching white suspender belt and black stockings. And he was wearing a wig, high-heeled shoes and full makeup."

"You're joking?"

"No, it was no joke; there he was standing dressed in women's underwear. I actually didn't recognise him at once, thinking for a moment that Sam was having an affair and this was his girlfriend. It wasn't until I looked again, I realised it was him."

"Was it some of your things he was wearing?"

"No, these were his own."

"So what did you say? What did you do?"

"Well for a moment I just stood there, dumbstruck. I had no idea how to react to this, because believe me this was the last thing I would have expected from Sam."

"So what happened then? Did you shout at him? Did you throw him out?"

"Well, no. Believe it or not, I just said, its Samantha then."

"Why?"

"I don't really know, it was the first thing it came into my head. I suppose thinking about it, I wanted an explanation to why he was like this and for another, he actually looked quite nice dressed that way."

"Did he?"

"Oh yes, apart from being a bit hairy, he really looked the part."

"Looked the part as what?"

"Looked the part as a woman of course."

"So what happened next?"

"Well, obviously he was all remorseful and he really felt guilty, having been caught. He also said he was sorry and he would leave and I would never see him again, if I wanted and all that but, he never actually said that he would stop dressing though if I allowed him to stay."

"Obviously he didn't leave because you're still with him. So how did you solve this?"

"Well by this time I had gathered myself together, gone through a few things in my mind and thought there must be a reason why he's like this and I didn't think it was my place to condemn him straightaway. Anyway, I do actually love him."

"Go on."

"Well what happened next was, I first told him not be silly about going and I suggested we sat down and talked about it."

"I'm fascinated."

"You're not shocked or disgusted or anything like that then?"

"Well, funnily enough, no."

"To carry on, what I actually did was to go into the bedroom and fetch my dressing gown, actually a negligee and gave it to Sam to put on while we talked, to stop him getting cold because after all he was only in a bra, knickers, suspenders and stockings."

"I think you were beginning to like seeing him dressed that way. Am I right?"

"Well, yes."

"Come on, carry on please."

"Well to get back to my story, I handed Sam the negligee, he looked puzzled to start with, but put it on without too much reluctance. Along with his underwear, he looked really nice in it. Anyway we sat down and Sam told me his story about having this compulsion to dress in women's clothes, and as it turned out, as often as he possibly could."

"Yes, keep going."

"Well, apparently it started when he was a boy in Australia, where he lived with his mother and father and older sister, Ruth, on a farm. Because of the remoteness, his only playmate, as he grew up, was his sister.



One day, when as part of a game they were playing, she persuaded him to wear some of her clothes. She actually completely dressed him as a girl, with knickers, dress, socks, shoes and a ribbon in his hair. Once he was dressed, he found the whole experience quite pleasant and his sister realising this and being quite vindictive at that age, told him he would have to do as she said from then on. He would have to dress in her clothes when she said; otherwise she would tell their parents that Sam liked wearing girl's clothes. Well, Sam perceiving he had no choice in the matter, he did as she said and this went on for a number of years as they both grew up together, obviously with Sam not objecting too much. In fact as time went on, it was Sam who always wanted to play the dressing up games. As time passed, Sam actually went through the change from girlhood to womanhood with Ruth and over these years the two of them became very close, more like sisters rather than brother and sister. As they both grew older, then the clothes changed, Sam started to wear bras and tights when he was thirteen. He was given his first suspender belt and stockings on his fifteenth birthday. These was given to him by Ruth and had to be opened in secret as their parents never knew, although Sam reckoned his mother had some idea what was going on. He was overjoyed when he received that particular gift. What Ruth also did, was to pass the clothes she had outgrown or didn't want to Sam. He of course by this time was completely hooked and had to dress, and would do, on every possible occasion."

"This is fascinating, but how did he manage to keep it a secret from their parents?"

"Well, for a start, Sam could justify growing his hair quite long as it was the fashion at the time, and when he was dressed, either he or Ruth would style it. Also, they all lived on a large farm with lots of hiding places, to store and dress in his girl's clothes, in the old outhouses."

"Oh, I see. So is there more?

"Yes there is more. As the years passed, Ruth left home to start work and eventually marry, Sam was devastated. However, he still had his female clothes to console him and dressed whenever he could, actually now more than when his sister was at home. He said it was like trying to be two people, himself in his female form and his sister, but it was just not the same. When he emigrated over here, he brought his female clothes with him, which caused a bit of embarrassment at customs when he arrived. But now with changing circumstances, he found the opportunities to dress became more difficult and for that matter, risky, so he actually got rid of all his female clothes. When he met me, he thought that, if he got into a steady relationship that the need to dress would no longer be required. How wrong he was, the compulsion took over again and he couldn't really stop himself. So all the time he's known me, he's been dressing in secret simply because he had to."

"So, is he homosexual or bisexual then?"

"No, definitely not. This is just something he has to do. He's a cross dresser and that's all."

"So what did you do after he had told you his story?"

"I told him to take off all the clothes he had on and for a moment he looked upset. But when I told him to take my negligee and go into the bathroom, find my depilatory cream and get rid of all the hair on his body, legs, arms, anywhere it shouldn't be, he brightened up. When he was finished he was told to come into the bedroom wearing only my negligee. He, of course, did as he was told and when he returned, he definitely looked much better. I then told him to dress in the underwear he had on earlier, so back on went his bra, knickers, suspender belt and stockings. Next he was ordered to repair his makeup and when he was finished, he looked as pretty as a picture. I then asked him if he had any outerwear, like dresses or skirts and blouses. At this point he didn't, so being about the same size as him, I opened my wardrobe and let him choose. He picked one of my dresses; you know the black one with the blue flowers?"

"Yes, I know the one. So how did he look?"

"Well first of all, I gave him one of my full slips to put on and along with the dress and some of my jewellery, he looked sensational and I said as much to him. Actually after all this had come out, he was elated in one sense but obviously was a bit worried where the relationship would go from here. So I told him that, as far as I was concerned, our relationship was as strong as ever and I was going to take over the role as his sister in certain respects."

"What do you mean, in certain respects."

"Well there was no way I was going to be his sister when it came to sex."

"Right, so is it still sex as a man and a woman."

"Sometimes, but when it is, I take on the male role and he always takes on the female role. More and more these days, it's two women in a form of lesbian relationship. That was what it was like on the first night. A few days later I took his virginity as a woman as well, but that's another story.

"Well go on."

"Right. To start with, with him sitting on the settee in the lounge, I sank to my knees in front of him and lifted the hem of his dress. I tugged at his knickers, he lifted his bottom slightly and I pulled his knickers down round his ankles. I now pushed his legs apart to expose his stocking tops and took his very erect cock in my mouth. He gasped, because this was the first time anything like this had ever happened to him. He was in ecstasy, I was in ecstasy. He came very quickly and I swallowed the lot."

"Did you? What does it taste like?"

"It's nice, sort of salty. You should try it sometime on Christopher."

"A chance would be a fine thing. Christopher has no imagination when it comes to sex."

"You don't know what you're missing."

"Anyway, what happened next?"

"We then changed positions, I sat on the settee and made Sam kneel in front of me like I had done. I lifted my skirt to show him I was also wearing stockings and suspenders. I then made him take down my knickers, part my legs and use his tongue on me. This was the first time I had managed to get him to do this for me. Before he would always shy away, but now I had some power over him, and he knew it, he made no protest. Anyway, once he was in there, he enjoyed it a lot and brought me to an orgasm with little effort."

"So was that all that happened?"

"Oh no, after we had recovered, we went to bed as two women and made love on the top of the bed where I introduced Sam to the sixty nine position. I had my head between Sam's stocking clad legs and he had his head in between mine. When we were finally finished, I put on one of my lacy night-dresses and gave another to Sam to wear and we both slipped into blissful sleep as two women."

"And this is the way you like it?"

"This is the way I love it."

"And what about Sam?"

"He says he wants it no other way."

"Well, you've really opened my eyes."

"You're still not shocked or disgusted then?"

"No, I'm amazed, fascinated, whatever, but definitely not shocked and certainly not disgusted."

"Well, to get back to my story, when I said I was going to take over the role as his sister, and I would be seeing to all his feminine needs, he was truly delighted at this. The first thing I said to him was that he was to have his ears pierced so that he could wear my earrings. This, to him, was the icing on the cake. I also told him that I would be calling him Samantha when he was dressed, this coming as no surprise to him because that is what Ruth called him anyway."

"So what do you do now?"

"Well, when we are together in the flat, Sam is always Samantha and that's the way we both like, and want it. He now wears women's underwear at all times and night-dresses in bed now that I've got rid of all his male underwear and pyjamas. He has rebuilt his wardrobe of women's clothes and has never been happier. We could be thinking of taking things a bit further."

"Like what?"

"Well, I've suggested to Sam that he might like to think about breast implants or even hormone treatment."

"So, what does he think about that?"

"I think he is definitely interested but because it's a big step, he would like to think about it. Anyway that's about the end of my story, except I told Sam to get in contact with Ruth and tell her of his new situation. Well he did this and Ruth wrote a very nice letter to me thanking me for all I was doing for Sam and that this made her really happy the fact that Samantha is alive and well."

"Well, I'm truly amazed; this is something I would never have thought of you Helen."

"You see, you think you know someone for a long time, but do you really?"

"I think not."

Helen opened her handbag at this point and produced some photographs of Samantha as Sam now was. Linda saw immediately what she had been saying; Sam did look good as Samantha, in fact brilliant. All of a sudden something welled up inside Linda. She didn't quite know what it was but there was something there inside trying to tell her something. Helen continued,

"Now, there is just one thing. I don't want you tell anyone about this, not even Christopher. This has to be our secret."

"Yes, of course. I doubt very much whether Christopher would understand anyway."

"Don't be too sure."



Chapter 3 - Redundant

Anyway back to our story. Evening came and Linda had returned from work. Normally Christopher would return from his work about half an hour later than Linda, so it was usual for Linda to prepare the evening meal and they would sit and enjoy their meal together, talk over what had gone on during the day. When the meal was finished, Christopher would stack the dishwasher and make the coffee and they generally spent the remainder of the evening in front of the television. That was a normal evening, that was most evenings, but this evening was different. Christopher had not returned at his usual time, in fact he was already an hour late and Linda was beginning to worry. He always telephoned to let Linda know if had to work late at the office but not this evening. Linda was about to telephone Christopher's office to see if he was still there when she heard a car draw up at the front of the house.

"Ah," she thought, "here he is at last."

Linda put down the telephone and went to the window and saw Christopher get out, more fall out of a taxi. He fumbled in his pocket looking for money to pay the taxi driver, scattering coins over the pavement.

"He's drunk," she thought, "what's he playing at? He never gets drunk."

Linda rushed out of the house, picked up the coins from the ground, found out how much was owed to the taxi driver and paid him. She got hold of Christopher and took him into the house as quickly as she could. What would the neighbours think if they saw all this? She got him indoors, and literally dropped him on to the settee.

"I think you've got some explaining to do," Linda said angrily.

Christopher looked up at Linda from the settee and in a slurred voice said,

"It's gone, it's finished, I'm finished."

"What's gone? What's finished? What are you talking about?" was her angry reply.

"It's my job, it's finished, I'm finished, I've been made redundant."

"Oh shit, what do we do now?" was Linda's reaction to this devastating news. She sat down beside her husband and put an arm round him and said, "I'm sorry, I had no idea this was going to happen. Look, there's nothing more we can do about this tonight so I think you should go to bed and sleep off the drink. We'll talk about it in the morning."

She pulled Christopher to his feet, put his arm over her shoulder while she got an arm round his waist and slowly walked him through to the guest bedroom. He just fell on to the bed when she released her grip. Linda pulled his shoes off, trousers and jacket. He still had his shirt on, where his tie was, she had no idea and didn't really care. She managed to get the duvet over him and left him. He was fast asleep by this time. Linda went back through to the lounge, and straight to the drinks cabinet where she poured herself a rather large gin and with a small splash on tonic water in the drink, she sat down and tried to work out the consequences of the news she had just heard.



Next morning, as was to be expected, Christopher woke with an enormous hangover. It took him a few minutes to remember why he had the hangover and that made the hangover feel even worse.

"Oh God, what a mess. What are we going to do now," he mumbled to himself.

He looked around, and said,

"Where am I?" not realising for a moment he was in the guest bedroom. His senses began to come back slowly as he tried to get up. This proved to be a slow process with the hangover he had. Christopher eventually made his way out of the bedroom and sought out Linda, who was in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry," was Christopher's mournful plea.

"I don't really have any sympathy for you, but under the circumstances, I accept your apology," Linda replied.

Linda went on, "I think you should go back to bed for a while. We'll talk a bit later on."

"O.K." replied Christopher.

With that, Christopher, still ashen faced, made his way back to bed via the bathroom.



A bit later on, when Christopher was feeling a little better, both he and Linda sat down to try and determine what the future might hold.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry about last night," Christopher repeated.

"O.K. look I've said I forgive you, can we please drop the subject?" was Linda's reply.

She continued, "I think we've got more important things to discuss."

"I suppose you're right."

"So what are they offering?" Linda queried.

"Well, I get a lump sum of £30,000 and get thrown out at the end of the month," was Christopher's reply.

"That at least gives us a stopgap until you find another job," said Linda beginning to sound a bit more optimistic.

"I am not going to get another job, not with the salary I've been on and certainly not at my age. There are no jobs out there for what I do for people of my age. Companies are looking for much younger people so that they can pay them less."

"Surely you can do something, for instance you do the books for Helen. There must be others out there looking for the same sort of thing. Why don't you go into business for yourself?"

"There's no way I can make a living out of that. I can do that sort of thing as a sideline, but that's all."

"Oh shit, I've just remembered, Helen and Sam are coming round tonight," Linda said.

"Can't you put them off; I just don't feel like being sociable tonight."

"I'm afraid not, Helen said she had an important announcement to make and insists that we are to be the first to hear it."

"Well don't ask me to be cheerful because I don't think that's possible under the circumstances."



Christopher's hangover eventually subsided over the day and by the evening he was feeling a bit more human again. He had a shower and changed in readiness for the visitors.



To be continued