Secret Moments 5

by:	Lorna E. Black

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Synopsis:	A tale of forced lifestyle change where having lost his job, our hero has to adapt to his changed circumstances.
Categories:	Crossdressing / TV  Deals, Bets or Dares
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Secret Moments 5

By

Lorna Elizabeth Black

Copyright - Lorna Elizabeth Black 2007

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Any resemblance between characters in this work and persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 13 - Initiation

They both sat down to a fairly simple meal of pasta, salad and crusty bread. These days they tended to eat cheaper, but always-healthy food as the so called good days they used to have were gone. Some remnants of their old lifestyle still existed like the dishwasher. If it broke down now, the likelihood is that they wouldn't, because they couldn't afford to have it repaired, let alone replace it. Anyway, when they had finished their meal, Christina loaded the dishwasher with the dirty dishes and switched it on. Now eager with anticipation, she asked Linda,

"So, what's this surprise then?"

"Oh, that, I thought you had forgotten about it."

"Now you're teasing, you know me better than that."

"Of course I do. What I was going to suggest is that, why don't you go into the bedroom and change your underwear, but only if you want to that is. If you do, you'll find some things to wear lying on the bed."

Christina did go into the bedroom as suggested and what she saw on the bed was a pair of white satin French knickers with lots of lace trim. Also there, still in their packaging, was a pair of black, very sheer hold-up stockings with lace tops.



Linda waited in the lounge for Christina's return, and hopefully, wearing the things she had laid out. After a few minutes, Linda heard Christina coming out of the bedroom, her heart was thumping in anticipation. She was not disappointed when she saw Christina because she was certainly wearing the stockings. As Christina approached, Linda gave her a deep kiss and a firm hug and said,

"Thank you."



Linda beckoned Christina to the settee, much as she used to do with Christopher, sat her down, sat down beside her and continued with the kissing, always maintaining this dominant role she had now become used to. The difference now was, Linda's hand strayed down to the hem of Christina's skirt and that hand began to slowly climb her stocking clad leg, Christina having parted her legs as soon as Linda's hand had touched. Christina was now breathing rapidly as Linda's hand found her stocking tops and on to discover that Christina was indeed wearing the French knickers. Linda's hand now found Christina's extremely rampant cock encased in the satin of her new knickers. She broke away from Christina, sank to her knees on the floor in front of Christina and parted her legs even further with her hands, then lifting Christina's skirt, she buried her head between her stocking clad legs, kissing the flesh at her stocking tops. Linda then started to kiss Christina's cock, very gently, through the satin material of the French knickers. Christina gasped, she was in absolutely no mood to resist, if fact, all she could do was to open her legs even further to accommodate.

This was a completely new and somewhat confusing sexual experience. Although as Christopher, he had taken on the submissive role to Linda's dominant role, here he was now as Christina being made love to as a woman by another woman. It was almost as if Linda had taken on a male dominant role and Christina was now the submissive female. Christina wasn't complaining though. She thought to herself,

"Call me a tart if you like, I really couldn't care less."

With Linda's head still between Christina's stocking clad legs, using her hands she started to pull Christina's knickers down. Christina sensing this, lifted her bottom off the settee to make it a bit easier. Linda pulled Christina's knickers down until they were round her ankles. She resumed her kissing around all of Christina's male parts but not taking her cock in her mouth, not yet anyway. Linda kissed and caressed while Christina panted more and more, she really loved this. Linda, beginning to sense that Christina was about to come to a climax, then took her cock firmly in her mouth, rocked back and forth a few times as Christina came to a shattering climax, screaming as she did. Linda swallowed all that Christina ejaculated. She emerged from underneath Christina's skirt and flopped on the settee beside her. Christina just lay where she was on the settee, with her knickers round her ankles and her legs still apart. This was yet another new experience for Christina and it was one that she thoroughly enjoyed.

It came to the point now that Christina had recovered some of her composure, what should she do now? Should she now go and change and become Christopher or should she go and put on the knickers and tights she had been wearing all day or simply pull up the French knickers that were round her ankles at this particular moment. she opted for the latter because she knew deep down inside that this was what she really wanted.

Linda, still sitting on the settee, parted her legs and then intimated to Christina that she should do the same to her. Christina didn't need to be asked twice, she was down on the floor, in front of Linda and lifting her skirt. As Christina's looked under Linda's skirt, she could see she was wearing exactly the same underwear as Christina, white satin French knickers and sheer black hold-up stockings with the lace top. Christina wondered when she had changed into them, because she certainly wasn't wearing anything like that down in the shop. She then realised that she must have changed when she went into the bedroom when she first came in from the shop. This of course meant that she had planned all along to get Christina into this sexy underwear. Christina then thought to herself,

"What the hell."

Well Christina was now well practised in the art of oral sex because Linda had taught Christopher well. Christina kissed and used her tongue to devastating effect on Linda because it only took a few minutes for Linda to come to a shattering climax, screaming as she did. There was one slight difference though, the top of Linda's legs and her knickers were covered in Christina's lipstick. For that matter Christina's legs and knickers were also covered in lipstick.

So again there was a repeat performance with Linda now lying there with her legs apart and her knickers down at her ankles. Now it was Linda's turn to regain her composure and on doing so, she suggested that they both tidy up their make-up. Christina put up no resistance to this whatsoever. And that's the way Christina spent the rest of that evening. She had now spent the best part of sixteen hours continuously dressed as a woman.

Come bedtime, it was then a case of definitely reverting back to Christopher. With his make-up removed, his women's clothes taken off and the underwear he had been wearing put into the laundry basket; it was into pyjamas, the type he had worn for years and into bed.



Chapter 14 - New Attitudes

As the days and weeks went on, there seemed no reluctance on the part of Christopher to change into Christina each day for work down in the shop. Christopher had noticed that his underwear drawer had now acquired that pair of French knickers and the hold-up stockings that he had worn the night he was seduced as Christina. He queried this with Linda and all she said was,

"There yours."

All that Christopher said in reply was, "Fine, I just wanted to be sure."

In fact, come Wednesday afternoon or all day Sunday when the shop was closed, Linda detected a distinct irritation in Christopher's attitude. She, obviously, wondered if this was anything to do with the fact that Christopher was not in his female clothes, as Christina, and thought that she might suggest that he changed into his women's clothes even on their days off, if this would help.

Now, each morning of every working day, Christopher got out of bed much earlier than Linda did to prepare to be Christina for the coming day. When Christopher had said on the first day he changed into Christina, that he didn't know how long it would take and that is why he got up when he did, now Christopher was getting up even earlier to do the same.

The rules that Christopher had made when Christina was first created now seemed to be getting broken one by one. For instance, Christina changing back to Christopher at the end of the day was getting later and later. There were now other occasions, when Christina stayed as Christina all evening. The only rule that Christopher seemed to be sticking to was that, Christina, had not started to use nail varnish but Linda wondered if that would only be a matter of time before that rule was broken as well. She also felt that now that Christina seemed to be around for longer and longer as each day passed, that there might come the occasion that Christina might be there overnight. Should she therefore be thinking that she should make available a night-dress for Christina should the need arise?

"I don't think that should be a problem," she thought to herself.

Linda, although, to start with, having had some reservations about having initiated the creation of Christina, was now beginning to enjoy her company. She now liked the idea of another ‘woman' about the place. In fact she was beginning to like it a lot more than she realised. So instead of having questioned Christopher's sexuality, she was actually beginning to question her own.

Should she be thinking things like this?

What if Christopher got to know?

How would he take it? That is of course that Christopher really cared. Perhaps these things should be discussed with Christina. Linda was now in a real muddle as far as her emotions were concerned and felt something would have to be done before much longer to sort out the both of them. At the moment, she could see no definite solution, but something inside her was saying that this would be sorted out before much longer.

Christina was now developing in other ways. While the shop was quiet, Linda had started giving Christina the voice training she had promised, to make her sound a bit more female. This did not really mean that Christina was trying to make her voice sound higher. Since she didn't really have a very low, gruff type voice anyway, it was easier just to get her to lighten her tone a little. This went a long way to achieving what was necessary and by not letting her tone drop at the end of each sentence. Linda was either a good teacher or Christina a good pupil or a combination of both, because it seemed to take no time at all for Christina to acquire a suitable female voice. In fact, when Christina went back to Christopher, the voice didn't always go with the change, so Linda had to occasionally remind him. The other way round though, Christopher to Christina, the voice was always correct.

The whole of Christina's day down in the shop was now not always taken up doing the books for the shop or some of the other freelance accountancy work that Christopher had taken on. Christina was now beginning to assist in the shop, not with the customers but with the displays, making sure they were always set up correctly. she was also dealing with the wholesalers on the phone, now she had found her voice, ordering stock having now got to know the secrets of ladies" underwear. All in all, she was beginning to like working in this shop, this lingerie shop she had so many doubts about, and wondered if she might serve a customer before much longer.

A cloud, though, was on the horizon as far as Christina was concerned, for the time she had worked in the shop, business was picking up considerably because of the time of year and the changes to the type of stock. This to Christina was bad news, because she expected, any day now, Linda would say that the shop was doing well enough for her to take on a proper female assistant and that would be the end of Christina. What Christina didn't know, of course, was what Linda was feeling towards her. Similar thoughts to Christina were also going through Linda's mind as well. She didn't want to lose Christina because of the pick up in business, thinking that before long Christina would declare that she didn't need to work in the shop anymore and return to Christopher full time. This was the last thing she wanted. She thought that Christopher had changed and accepted Christina but she couldn't be absolutely sure. So both of them were now in a muddle emotionally, although neither really knew about the other.



Chapter 15 - Confrontation

It was Monday, the start of a new week. Normally on Mondays, business was slack, this particular Monday being no exception. In fact at this particular time on any of the Mondays Christina had been working in the shop, there had been no trade at all.

Linda said, "Because it is quiet and is always quiet at this time, I really should go to the bank with Saturday's takings."

"OK," Christina replied, "but please don't be long, just in case."

"Don't worry; I'll be back as soon as I can. Anyway, you're almost at the stage that you could serve the customers, if you need to."

Linda left the shop leaving Christina alone. Christina busied herself with the accounts as was normal. A few minutes later the doorbell went as someone entered the shop. Christina thought Linda had returned from the bank much to her relief and was about to say something to that effect when a strange voice called out,

"Hello, is there anyone there?"

Christina thought, "Oh Christ, what do I do now? We never have customers at this time and of all days, this has to happen. I suppose I could ignore them and hope they will go away but I can't really because the shop is open and if whoever is there thinks there is no one here, they could make off with anything in the shop. I have to go through and hope I can pull this off, so let's see if Linda's training pays off."

Christina rose from her chair in the back office and made her way cautiously into the shop.

"Sorry for the delay madam, can I help you?" Christina said in her best female voice to a tall, smartly dressed woman in her early forties accompanied by a teenage girl with long blonde hair dressed in jeans, sweater and trainers. They were both laden with many carrier bags, obviously having been on a shopping spree.

Christina was expecting some form of reaction from the women customer, perhaps having a suspicion that things were not all they seemed to be. This didn't happen.

"Yes, I hope so," said the woman rather nervously.

"It's a bit delicate and I must be assured of complete discretion," she went on.

"Of course," Christina exclaimed, "We pride ourselves on discretion. Anything you say will not go out of this building. Would you and your companion care to come through to the private fitting room where we can see if I can help you?"

"Thank you," the woman said.

"This way, please," as Christina showed them through.

In the room was a clothes rail, three chairs and mirrors all round the wall.

"Please sit down," Christina then invited the customers.

They all sat down and Christina again said,

"Now, how can I help you?"

"Well," the woman said, "This is my daughter, well actually no, this is not my daughter. This is my son, who from a very early age has wanted to be my daughter."

"I don't quite understand," said Christina.

"Let me explain. Ever since he was quite young, I noticed John, as he was then, was different from boys of his own age, never wanting to join in with the usual rough and tumble that boys get up to, for instance. He would in fact prefer to play with the girls around the neighbourhood, playing girl's games. This, you realise, did not go down too well with the boys around and I can assure there were many battles, bullying and a lot of name-calling. I was at my wits end with him at that time. Then, one day, totally out of the blue, well I suppose not really out of the blue, he said to me that he hated being a boy and wished he'd been born a girl. Since I was on my own, and had no one else to turn to for possible advice, I felt at the time, if I went along with him just now, he would eventually grow out of it. This is not embarrassing you, is it?"

"No, not at all, please go on, I'm fascinated and I think I'm beginning to understand," Christina replied.

"Well, I started to dress him in girl's clothes, gave him a girl's name and let him grow his hair long. Well from then he has never looked back. He relished his new role and never grew out of his desire to be my daughter; in fact it is now stronger. We moved to another town and I was able to enrol him in the local primary school as a girl with the approval of the school authorities. The thing is now she, and I am going to call her she, is now a teenager and things have got to change. What has happened, she was put on male hormone blockers to stop her going into puberty but now she has started on a course of female hormones, all under medical supervision, to allow her to develop as a teenage girl and eventually into a woman. Apparently she is what's known as a transsexual and will be complete after surgery to remove her male genitals. As to the surgery, to complete the job, that will be not for a while yet.

What I would now like from you is to provide her with proper adult underwear to begin her transition into womanhood, that is, if you don't mind. I think bras, some nice feminine panties and I think, as a treat, perhaps a suspender belt and stockings to make her feel really grown up.

Would you like that Jenny?"

"Yes, very much, thank you," the girl replied.

The woman continued, "I think before we go any further, we should introduce ourselves. This is my daughter Jenny, and I'm called Liz."

"And my name is Christina and I work here with my partner Linda."

The introductions over, Jenny said in a very soft voice,

"I'd love a suspender belt and black stockings, please mum."

"Very well," said Liz, "do you think you can help? You see we've been round some of the department stores and although they've got plenty things in stock, I'd rather Jenny got the right things to fit her if you see what I mean."

Christina was really beginning to enjoy this new role after her shock start. It looked as if she could now assist in the shop properly. The training Linda had given her the past few weeks was paying off, even if she had resisted to start with.

Christina replied to her customers, "Of course, but first I'll need to take some measurements. So if it is all right with you Jenny, could you slip out of your outer garments? Leave your underwear on."

"Go on," Liz said, "We're all women of the world here, aren't we?"

If only Liz knew the truth.

Young Jenny removed her trainers and socks, slipped out of her jeans and sweater and stood there with nothing on but a pair of girl's knickers. What was obvious, the hormones were beginning to take effect because young Jenny was beginning to develop small but obvious breasts and a beautifully slim waist.

Christina took her measuring tape and first measured the largest part of Jenny's bust, then measured immediately below. Measurements were also taken of her waist and hips.

"Fine, that's all I need," Christina said, "Well Jenny, from my measurements you have a bust measurement of 32AA, waist 22 inches and hips 33 inches. With the size of bust you have at present I can give you a bra with a bit of padding to boost it. How does that sound?"

Jenny nodded her head enthusiastically.

"That will be fine," Liz said.

"If you would like to wait there for a few moments, I'll go and see what I can find," Christina replied.

Christina left the fitting room just as Linda came through the door.

"I'm sorry I took so long," Linda said, "there was a huge queue and there was nothing I could do about it. Is everything all right, all quiet?"

"Actually I'm serving customers."

"What."

"I have two customers in the fitting room."

"Who?"

"A woman called Liz and her daughter."

"Do you want me to take over?"

"No, actually everything's all right and I'd really like to finish the sale."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"If you do need a hand, please give me a call."

"OK."

Linda went behind the counter giving a wry smile while Christina went to the displays and removed a bra, some panties and a suspender belt. She then went to the stockings and tights display and removed a pack of black stockings, finally disappearing back into the fitting room with her customers.

"Here we are again," Christina said to her customers.

"I have here a bra that might be suitable. Would you like to try it on?" she continued as she handed the item to Jenny.

Jenny put her arms through the straps and Liz fastened it at the back. Jenny turned to show of her now enlarged bust.

"How does that feel?" Christina enquired.

"It's wonderful, it's gorgeous," the teenager replied.

"Can I now try the panties, and the suspenders, and the stockings, please?" Jenny pleaded.

"Oh all right," Liz conceded.

"I should say at this point madam, by trying on the panties, I would have to consider them as sold. The same goes for stockings," Christina interrupted.

"That will be all right, I don't think there is any way we're going out of this shop without me having purchased these items, if you see what I mean," Liz replied.

"As long as you understand," Christina said.

Jenny turned herself so that her back was to the others, slipped out of the panties she was wearing and pulled on a pair of panties that matched her bra. Liz had to put the suspender belt on round her waist and guided the suspenders down through the panties. With all this going on, a feeling was welling up between Christina's legs but the girdle she had on was doing its job. Next came the stockings, black with lace tops, with Liz showing the teenager how to put them on properly and fasten them. When Jenny stood up dressed in her new adult underwear, she looked absolutely sensational. It was difficult to imagine she was actually a he, in fact it was impossible to imagine.

"What do you think," Jenny enquired excitedly.

The other two people in that changing room both smiled and nodded in approval.

Jenny then enquired to her mother, "Mum, do you think I can keep this stuff on and also put on my new dress and shoes we bought today, please?"

"Oh, I suppose so, but only if this shop lady will let you change," Liz replied.

"Of course madam, go right ahead, please," was Christina's reply.

Jenny and Liz started to rummage in the bags of purchases they had come in and produced a red dress with long sleeves, flared down to about the knee. Also produced was a pair of black shoes with a small heel. Jenny slipped into the dress; Liz zipped it up the back. Jenny put on her new shoes and stood there while Liz now applied a little lipstick. Jenny had now been transformed into a proper young lady and was now looking absolutely gorgeous. Christina thought to herself, that this teenager is going to have problems simply looking like that because the boys will be after what they think is a stunning teenage girl. Anyway that really wasn't Christina's problem; she had enough of her own. Liz decided on all they would purchase, two bras, half a dozen pairs of panties, the suspender belt, two pairs of the black lace topped stockings and half a dozen pairs of tights. The clothes Jenny had been wearing were bundled into some of the other carrier bags.

"Before we go out," Liz said, "Christina, I would really like to thank you for being so understanding with our dilemma. I'm sure you don't get many customers like us very often."

"Well, no," Christina replied.

"Perhaps then if I give you this card, which has the name of Jenny's doctor and the name of the clinic, you can maybe find out a bit more of what Jenny and people like her have to go through. If you give the number on the card a ring, they should be able to give the information you require. "

"Thank you, I might just do that," Christina said as she took the card and put it beside the cash register.

A thought now went through Christina's mind,

"Does Liz know or suspect?"

They all went out of the changing room to the counter.

Linda said, "Very nice," as she spotted Jenny.

All the items required were produced and put into a carrier bag. Liz produced her credit card and the purchases were made. Liz and Jenny both left the shop with Jenny showing a decided spring in her step.

"Well done, I never thought you would be able to do it," Linda said.

"This wasn't deliberate, was it?" Christina queried.

"Of course not, do you think I would do something like that?" Linda replied as if offence had been taken.

"Sorry," Christina said rather sheepishly.

"Anyway, how do you feel you got on?"

"I actually quite enjoyed that after a shaky start," Christina replied.



To be continued