Skipper - Chapter Fifteen - Conclusion

by:	Beverly Taff

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Synopsis:	Conclusion - Holiday plans, London shopping, a pretend ball and a coming of a much closer relationship, bring to an end this wonderful story!!
Categories:	Crossdressing / TV
Keywords:	Wedding Dress or Married

Skipper, Chapter 15, Conclusion - By: Beverly Taff

After having decided to meet our ship the Speedway on her arrival on Sunday, we spent the rest of Friday evening relaxing. I explained to Jennifer and Beatrice that I had to go up to London on Monday to re- register our new ship's name as the Speedwell. Then I had to fly to Amsterdam midweek to complete the transfer formalities subject to a satisfactory survey.

"Oooh!" gasped the girls. "Can we come?"

"Sorry girls, it's still school term. Jenny and Chenille's exams are looming. You can't afford to miss lessons."

The girls sulked a little and Jenny argued her case.

"But we're going to St Angies next year. Our exam results won't matter if you're paying for us."

"Oh yes they will. There are several scholarships on offer and if you or Chenille win one, or better still, one each, then that will ease the fee burden appreciably. I'm not going to throw money at your education; you have to work as well. If you really want to go to Amsterdam, you can go in the summer holidays on either the Speedway or the Speedwell. It will be a nice little cruise for you. You can go to Cork and Le Havre as well."

"What about Spain? I heard you saying that the Speedwell will be going to Spain and Morocco as well."

"Yes that's quite true, but it's not fixed up yet, the dates and the schedule have got to be ironed out. The charter has some loose ends to resolve. Once it's fixed up and if you're very good and you do well in your exams, then we might make another holiday during another summer. There will be plenty to see and do in France, Ireland and Holland all this summer."

This mollified Jennifer and we heard little more about it. As we cleared the dishes and chatted in the kitchen, Angela turned to me while the girls left to sleep over with Chenille and Martina.

"I'm glad to see that you don't spoil them."

I grinned softly. "It's hard sometimes. They're such lovely kids."

"Do they sleep over with Chenille and Martina a lot?"

"Nearly every alternate weekend. It's Sian and Margaret's turn to have them this weekend."

"Do they, you know, climb into their bed in the mornings?"

"I don't know. I've never thought to ask but I suppose they do."

"They are such lucky girls," sighed Angela, "so many kind and caring adults."

"Well I'm glad you approve. I had serious worries that you might not approve of Sian and Margaret or indeed, me."

"I've learned a lot since coming here. You're really nice. That Mrs Bad -, Bol -, what's her name?"

"Mrs Bodkin, she works for the social services in the next county, where your mum used to live."

"Well, I've just got to meet her and thank her. She must have been very brave to choose you and she's made a splendid choice. "

"What about the judge, Elizabeth Porter, she was very brave too."

"Yes, her as well."

We settled in the drawing room to savour a quiet evening while the girls were over at Sian's. As we watched television, I caught Angela constantly looking at me. The first few times I simply smiled, but after the umpteenth glance I turned curiously.

"What is it?"

Angel simply turned red.

"Oh I -, I -, I'm sorry , it was rude of me to keep staring."

"Well what is it. Is there something wrong with me."

I checked my skirt and closed my legs thinking I was 'flashing my panties' or something but no, the pencil skirt of my business two piece was modestly below my knee. Angela smiled as she replaced her chocolate on her occasional table.

"No, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you."

"Well what is it then?" I asked nervously.

Angela hesitated and her colour deepened. I realised she was as embarrassed as me. Finally after a long pregnant pause she managed to look me in the eye.

"Do you -, do you still -, do you still, you know; uuuhhm, function as a man?"

"Where's this going?" I hedged.

"Well -, well I was just curious. I was speaking to Sandie while we were watching the riding lesson and she says that you can still uuuhhm -, you know."

"Sandie's got no right to talk about me like that. It's private."

"But, if I'm going to live here, I need to know. For instance, do you get urges? Am I safe?"

"If you're worried, go and live next door to Sylvia. You can ask Sian, or Margaret or Sylvia. I've never tried it on."

"Yes but they're lesbians. You know they would turn you down flat. I'm a normal woman and I'm still quite attractive. Sandie says that underneath that skirt and camisole there's a heterosexual man."

"Sandie should know better. Even the girls know that under this skirt there's a woman, the man is only between the ears."

"I think Sandie was only speaking figuratively."

I changed tack and took a more direct approach. "Do you feel threatened by me?"

"Well, no, not at all actually. In fact it's quite the opposite."

"Good, well neither do I feel threatened by you, but if you keep asking questions like this, I'll start to become frightened. Now I think you'd better have another chat with Sandie and she can explain all the rest about transvestites and she-males. This she-male wants to go to bed."

"No! Please wait. Perhaps I started on the wrong tack. Please, I want to talk some more. Sandie explained all about you when we came home from school."

"So what is there to ask? You must have had the full two barrels from Sandie."

"It's not about your con -, your condition I want to talk; it's about you -, you as a person."

"What else is left? If you know about transvestites and she-males you know about me."

"No. You can't get away with it that easily. That's too pat. I want to know about you. What you feel, all the private stuff that makes you who you are, not what you are!"

I fell silent. This was getting too personal and I felt it would inevitable lead to something painful. Being what I was had always made me circumspect about relationships. My defences were starting to click in. I'd been here so many times before and things had always turned out bad. I adopted my usual arsenal of tried and tested devices.

"You can't know who I am without understanding what I am."

"Ok. So it's to be Fortress Beverly, is it?" she countered, "Nothing about your feelings, nothing about your thoughts or your fantasies; nothing about the very building blocks of your being; just, 'I'm a transvestite, take it or leave it'!"

"Whatever 'building blocks' as you call them, that are used to build my being, that being rests on the basic foundation, my transvestism, my she-male nature. If you can't get past that, you will never get to me."

"So we're going to have this wall between us forever."

"What d'you mean, 'wall between us'? I don't see any 'us'."

"D'you not have any feelings for anybody?"

"That's not fair. I have feelings for lots of people. Take Jenny and Bea for instance. I care a lot about them."

"Yes but -, No but -! What I mean is emotional feelings."

"They are emotional feelings. What else could they be? My heart flips every time I see them come dashing up the lane or dawdling out of the school gates or when they return from riding. I know they are back safe with me. I feel a wave of compassion when I see their little heads asleep on the pillow."

"No. I'm going about this all wrong," countered Angela, "I mean emotional feelings with others, with adults."

"Adults, why do you say adults, I love adults, I love humanity. It's just that humanity doesn't like me."

"Oh, but you say that in a general way, the humanitarian way, the way that prompted you to stop your ship and save Jenny and Bea."

I looked at her cautiously, I was getting an inkling of where she wanted to go, but I was loath to go there, that was were all the hurt lay. I chose my words carefully.

"That humanitarian way is the only way open to me. Any other emotional way invariably leads to some sort of entanglement, and then inevitably to some sort of catastrophe."

"You're too cynical."

"No; just hard bitten."

"You're like a Jekyll and Hyde."

"Yep," I finished tersely then relented slightly as I remembered an old saying.

"Touch me only on the skin. For there I am your kith and kin. Touch me not within the heart. For I can't share that central part."

"Where did you learn that?" asked Angela

I paused for I couldn't remember, in truth I might have made it up long ago in some maudlin, introspective reflection about some previous emotional catastrophe.

"Dunno', it goes way back. Look, is this over, can I go to bed?"

Angela realised I was not lowering my defences so she shrugged resignedly. "If you must."

I thanked her and picked my way upstairs. As I settled into bed, Angela called 'goodnight' from down the landing and a responded. I did not sleep though. I was worried that Angela seemed to want to know too much about me and my lifestyle. I was worried that she might take it upon herself to try and start some sort of relationship for I knew that always seemed to lead to disaster. I lay awake into the small hours staring through the window at the stars.

Saturday came and went in a hectic round of riding lessons followed by a shopping trip into town. The girls slept over at Sian and Margaret's then returned on Sunday morning as we prepared to meet the Speedway when she docked in the harbour.

Jenny, Beatrice and one of the apprentices gave Angela the 'Grand tour' of the ship whilst I discussed changes with the crew following the addition of the Speedwell to our modest little fleet. Jesse and Supan were to take permanent positions as Captain and relief captain.

We had dinner aboard then stood on the quay to wave her off as she departed for Cork. It was a busy schedule but a profitable one. As we drove home Angela chatted about the ship and the part she played in rescuing her daughters. This also elicited a further account of the event from Jenny and Bea, which I was occasionally required to confirm or correct.

That night the girls slept at home and I heard Angela talking with them in the bedroom as I prepared some papers for my Monday visit to London. When the children were asleep, she made us each a nightcap and joined me in the drawing room. I was just packing the papers away.

"Don't forget to collect those lovely nightdresses you promised me and the girls."

"You can come up with me and collect them yourself if you wish. The name registration will only take a few hours. I'll be finished by twelve and we can have the afternoon together, shopping in London."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

"Just remember, if you go to pick them up yourself, you'll be getting an insight into the twilight side of my life. Don't be upset or disgusted by what you see in her shop. This lady caters to all tastes. Mine are pretty mediocre by her standards. She gets all sorts of weird commissions."

"Oooohh, it sounds spicy," giggled Angela.

I gave her a knowing look over my chocolate and shook my head.

"It seems funny now but when you see the stuff in her shop it feels seedy and demeaning. I'm just warning you, that's all."

"Will I be able to try them on before bringing them home?"

"I don't see why not, but she's a pretty good seamstress; she usually doesn't need any fittings."

"Well, goodnight then. What time are we leaving?"

"I usually catch the seven o'clock and that means I'm up at five thirty. Sian usually gets the girls ready for school. She or Sylvia get up early for the horses and they collect the girls for breakfast then take them over to have breakfast in the Barn Conversion."

"I'll be there at five thirty, bright eye's and bushy tailed," Angela confirmed as she went to bed.

I plonked my briefcase beside the chair and followed her up the stairs.

Early Monday morning, Angela tapped softly on my door.

"Are you up?" she whispered.

"Yes," I replied, "I'm already showered. Come in, I'm decent."

She slipped around the door in her beautiful emerald green lingerie and I did a double take as I turned away respectfully.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were already dressed," I apologised.

Angela ignored my apology.

"I was just wondering what to wear. Is this a shopping expedition or a business trip?"

"Well, it's business trip for me," I nodded towards the tailored pinstripe two-piece I had selected laid out on my bed. "These London city types have got to accept a woman if she's the one with the money, but they still like to see a professional image."

Following Angela's lead, I slipped off my dressing gown and stood in my silky dove grey teddy and suspendered stockings.

Angela smiled as she studied me.

"I prefer tights," she said, "they're so much more comfortable."

"But I'm a shemale tranny darling, trannies prefer the feminine. It's all about silky and femme."

She smiled and nodded approvingly as I held the tailored pencil skirt to my waist and studied myself in the mirror. I was getting tired of dark colours. I would order myself a new light grey twin-set when we collected the nightdresses.

Angela studied the suite and sighed.

"I haven't got a proper business suit suitable for town."

"But you're not on business. You're going shopping."

"What shall I do in the morning though? I'll be on my own."

"My dear, if you need to be told what to do in London between nine and twelve on a Monday then you've missed out on a lot of lessons."

"But it all costs money. I've only got a modest allowance from my insurance and my state widow's pension. Jenny and Bea inherited everything when grandma Fotheringay died."

"I'll draw some cash for you at Victoria station. If you really feel guilty about that, you can pay me back if or when you start work."

She studied me briefly then wrinkled her brow.

"We're about the same size, can I borrow one of your suits, just this once."

"OK. If you wish, there are several on the second rack as you go in. Take your pick they're more or less the same except for slight differences in colour, black, navy blue, or charcoal. Please don't touch the white or the pink ones; they are lightweight summer outfits for when I go to Spain on business with this new venture."

Angela needed no second bidding and I smiled as I watched her beautiful frilly butt sticking out from the clothes as she quickly selected her outfit. She emerged with the lightest possible grey one and gave me a twirl.

"What d'you think?"

"Yes, that seems fine to me. It's the least formal of the twin sets. Do you have a camisole top?"

"Yes. I thought emerald green."

Her lingerie was emerald green so it was obvious she had already selected her mood and matched it. She slipped away and I resumed dressing. As I descended the stairs, Sylvia appeared to look after Jenny and Bea. After a quick breakfast we were on the road to Bournemouth for the early express to London.

On the train we chatted and Angela smiled as she spread herself in the luxury of the almost empty compartment. I studied some notes and annotated the figures as the train hurtled along.

"It makes me feel important, going up to London on business," she remarked.

"Believe me, you'd soon tire of it. Just study some of the faces getting on the train as we enter the commuter belt."

As we approached London, Angela caught my eye and nodded. The mood in the carriage changed as commuters filled the compartment and it soon deteriorated into cattle-truck conditions. The once empty seats had long since filled up and any attempt at reading or writing was out of the question. Elbows and briefcases accidentally invaded our space as the train became more packed and any attempt at good manners became impossible as the gangway became packed.

When we emerged at Victoria, Angela was gasping, "My God. And it's like that every day."

"That was first class darling. Back there in second class it's worse, though the crowding has become commonplace now. The class division breaks down in the commuter belt. Demand for seats and standing space is too strong. Welcome to hell on the seven forty."

"My God, I'm glad I don't have to do that every day."

"So am I Ange' so am I." It was the first time I had ever shortened her name. "However," I added, "now you've got the delights of the tube."

I collected some money from the cash dispenser then we parted company, she to Oxford Street and the West end for shopping, me to the city and business.

We met again for lunch then visited my little seamstress friend. The bell tinkled as I opened the door of a discreet little shop tucked away down a back street in Pimlico.

"Janet, meet Angela, Angela this is Janet."

Janet was a sweet elderly lady who looked every inch the picture of an east European refugee, which was exactly what she was. Her uncle had escaped the holocaust with only one niece, namely Janet. All her siblings had been gassed and burned in the death camps and she had never properly recovered after her parents had died thus leaving her alone.

She must have been a stunning girl in her youth and I had often wondered why she had never married. I found out soon after making our first acquaintance when I realised she had her own sexual axes to grind. Janet had little time for men.

After introductions, she stepped out from behind her counter come worktable and gave Angela a hug.

"So ziss iss your new firend then?" she croaked in her thick Jewish Slovakian accent.

"Yes. It was Angela's daughters who we rescued."

"Oh. How wonderful for those leetle gurls! So you are der mudder! We everybody thought you wass dead."

"You know about the story then?" replied Angela.

"Oooaahh yess, but I haff to deeg the story out off diss dumkoff gurl. She not talk to much, but she verry brave."

So saying Janet turned to kiss me and I felt her thrust her belly against me. Her smile turned to disappointment but not anger when she sensed the heavy control panty-girdle under my skirt. Angela also noticed the interplay and gave me a knowing smile. Then Janet pulled away and smiled again.

"You want I measure you?"

"Well, yes. I want to order some new suites."

"Ooooaaahh, just suites again isss it? Why always suites?"

"Hold on darling!" I protested, "We've just ordered two dozen assorted nightdresses, peignoirs and matching sleep suites from you. Are they ready?"

"Of course they ready. I ever let you down?"

"Well. No. You're very good. Are those they?"

"Yess. All packed and ready, see! I good worker! Now you take off clothes and I measure suit!"

I had been measured by Janet several times and had no qualms. She took me behind her screen and I stripped to my teddy and stockings. Janet studied me approvingly.

"You in good shape, for lady so old."

"Well thank you darling. You're not so bad for a spring chicken yourself."

Janet smiled but ignored my riposte as she motioned with her hands.

"Now, arms out."

I followed her instructions as she briskly measured me up. Soon I stepped out from behind the screen to meet Angela.

"Will she have to measure me?" asked Angela.

"If you want a suit, yes."

Angela shrugged resignedly and followed my example. I heard Janet comment about Angela being a 'proper lady' and smiled as I heard Janet discussing Angela's most intimate dimensions.

"If you want skirts and matching trousers sets miss, I need measure inside leg."

"Oh all right then, if you must."

There was a pregnant silence then finally, Angela was released. She emerged >from behind the screen a little embarrassed but smiling.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

"If you want trouser suites my darling, you have to be measured for trousers. Boys get that inside leg thing every time."

"But not you," grinned Angela as she wriggled into her skirt.

"I've got a couple of trouser suites, but I prefer skirts."

"This skirt is a bit tight," she grinned knowingly.

"Well my hips are a not quite as delicious and femme as yours, don't worry. Janet does an excellent job. Your suits will fit perfectly. Now is there anything else that takes your fancy?"

Angela studied the displays as Janet completed her notes. She ran her fingers over the lingerie and sighed.

"These are lovely. I see why you come here now."

"Shee good customer," added Janet, "shee have good tastes."

"Yes. I can see that. D'you make all this yourself?"

"No. I now have two assistant, they off today but very good, one girly boy and one girl."

"A girly boy?"

"Yes, like Beverly but more like a boy. He iss very nice! Now my clients can chooss a boy or a girl to measure them."

"That's a good idea. When can we collect our suits?" finished Angela.

"Thursday," replied Janet.

"I'll make it Friday. I'll be coming back from Amsterdam then," I confirmed.

Angela finally selected some delicious frilly lingerie and we completed our business. As we took the express home she waited impatiently for the carriage to empty of commuters then she could not resist opening the parcels and fingering the goods. She looked up at me self- consciously.

"This is lovely material."

"You don't have to tell me dear. I wear it all the time."

She opened another parcel with 'M' on it and held up one of the delightful creations as she smiled knowingly.

"This will be for Martina I guess."

"You've guessed right. I think she'll love it."

"Why have these got buttons up the back of the little sleep suits though? All the others have got ribbon ties under the bust or bodice."

"Promise you wont be offended."

"Not me darling, I'm learning every day."

"Martina is a transvestite with slight bondage tendencies. Don't ask me how I know, it's a tranny thing but I understand her needs and wishes. I've watched her discreetly and noted certain little preferences. You just watch when she gets dressed for bed in those."

That evening amidst squeals of delight the girls opened their parcels. Jenny and Chenille savoured the built in 'trainer bra' of the all-in- one sleep suites as they cupped their budding breasts and caressed their sensitive rosebud nipples.

Beatrice simply brushed her fingers up and down the whole length of her sleep suit and giggled as the lacy trouser bottoms tantalised her ankles.

"Mmmm, these are yummy!" she sighed as she stepped into her sleep suit then slipped the full-length nightdress over her head. It slithered salaciously as the sleep suit moved frictionlessly against the nightdress.

The most responsive reaction however, fell to Martina. As she held up her new sleep suit she sat speechless with delight while she fingered the buttons up the back. For a moment, I could see her wondering if it really did button up the back then she studied the mock bra cups in the front and concluded that her favourite dreams had come true.

Angela held out the pretty matching panties and Martina eagerly stepped into them before lying on her back and eagerly drawing the sleep suit over her extended toes.

"Carefully now darling," cautioned Angela, "this is made from a beautiful fabric so you don't want to damage it. Just slide your toes delicately into the legs like when you're putting on your ballet tights."

The other girls turned to watch curiously as Martina slipped eagerly into her sleep suit. Next she turned her back to Angela who deftly hooked up the built in 'bra strap' then buttoned up the remainder of the back right up to Martina's neckline. There was no way Martina could escape without somebody unbuttoning the buttons in the middle of her back. Within seconds there was a little telltale bulge in the front of Martina's panties and Angela gave me a knowing look. Martina was in heaven however and eagerly slipped her matching nightdress over her head. This covered the little bulge and she turned to Chenille and begged.

"Can you tie the bow at the back?"

Chenille obliged eagerly but tied a bow with a knot that could only be undone by somebody from behind. With her slender waist nicely secured, Martina was well and truly 'imprisoned' in her sleepwear for with no fly to allow access; she would need help if she needed to go in the night.

Martina obviously realised this for her little penis was now fully erected and standing rigidly to attention. She immediately fluffed out the folds of her 'ball-gown nightdress' to hide the bulge.

The girls also recognised that Martina would now be unable to 'pester' them if any 'urges' took her in the night. It was obvious that Jenny and Chenille were becoming sexually aware and more alert to Martina's differences.

Finally, Chenille completed Martina's ensemble with the beautiful flowing silky peignoir. Martin was in raptures as she settled on the settee to watch her sisters trying out their new 'all-in-one' sleepwear. Both Angela and I noticed that Jenny and Chenille had both started to fill the built in bras and both girls savoured the delicious sensations as their stiffening, rosebud nipples reacted hungrily to the silky caress of the supporting cups.

They each giggled as they tied each other's front ribbons under the bra-cups and noticed each other's nipples.

"They are maturing earlier with every generation aren't they," observed Angela.

I nodded agreement as the girls slipped their long nightdresses over their shoulders and pretended they were wearing ball gowns. Chenille extended her hands out to Marina and invited her to take a turn around the drawing room floor. At first, Martina was shy but eventually she rose and allowed Chenille to 'lead' as they practised a few steps. Copying Chenille and Martina's example, Beatrice joined her older sister in a few steps as they played 'going to the ball'. Then Jenny turned to Angela and I.

"Aren't you coming to the ball?"

I glanced nervously at Angel who blushed slightly. A dozen assorted new adult sleep suits were laid on the drawing room table and I eyed them wistfully. I also caught Angela doing the same and we smiled with embarrassment as we recognised each other's thoughts.

"They are rather nice, aren't they?" I whispered self-consciously.

"Yes. I've been dying to try one on. I was going to leave it until bedtime.

"Oh come on. We only live once."

So saying, Angela and I each chose an outfit and slipped into the living room to change.

"Carry on dancing girls, we'll be back in a minute," I reassured them.

With the door closed I turned my back to Angela and started to undress. She followed suit until we were both standing in our lingerie.

"Do we change into the sleeping panties or keep our lingerie on?" asked Angela.

"Well I'm keeping my teddy on because the suspenders will keep my stockings up. Any way the colour matches this set."

Angela studied the silky dove grey outfit I had selected and smiled.

"Mmm, yes, that looks classy. I think I'll choose this one as it goes with my green panties. I wont need my bra though; the all-in-one has one built in. Why don't you take your cache off?"

"Do you think I should. What if I -, you know, in front of the girls."

"I don't think they'll notice under that fully flared nightdress. I'm sure you noticed how Martina's was well covered by the nightdress."

I held the nightdress against me and studied my image in the mirror. (We had mirrors all around the house. It's a tranny thing.) The hem flared out and I realised Angela was quite right. Unless the girls pressed deep into my lap, they would find nothing. Deftly I un-popped my teddy crotch and slipped my cache off. My boy toy savoured the release and I sighed with relief. Suddenly I felt Angela close behind me as her warm breath brushed against my bare shoulders.

"I'll bet that feels better."

"Oh! You gave me a fright then," I squeaked as I grabbed the beautiful dove grey sleep suit panties and slipped into them.

"Why have you put those on?"

"They've got a fuller cut. The tails of the teddy are too narrow. When you snap the tails together, my boy toys have no support."

"Let me see," she begged.

"I -, Uuuhhm, d'you really want to? They're not a pretty site. All wrinkly and lumpy."

"Are you ashamed of them then?"

"Well -, no, in fact I like them, but they don't look nice bulging out either side of the teddy crotch like a slack sack of potatoes. The panties have some slight support so they keep me looking neat."

By now Angela had stepped around to face me as her eyes dropped to my boy zone.

"Hmmm, yes, maybe you're right. Leave the panties on for now."

"For now! What d'you mean, for now?"

"Well, you never know," she replied portentously.

"Don't you start getting ideas darling, I'm not that sort of girl!"

"Look are we going to the ball or not?" chuckled Angela.

"Only so long as you'll see me home safely and treat me right."

"I'll see you right, all the way home, I promise. Now step into these."

I obliged and slid my stocking legs into the all in one. It was delightful to feel the silky legs slithering and 'zipping' against my high gloss tights and Angela smiled as she noticed the immediate effects.

"Now who's a naughty girl?"

"Perhaps, but she cant do anything once I'm laced into this. There's no escape."

"We'll see," replied Angela as she snapped the bra strap around my back and gently tied the front laces.

I felt her curious fingers 'accidentally' test my nipples and I frowned nervously. Both my boy toy and my girly parts had stiffened to betray my feelings. 'Dammit,' I thought, 'there could be no secrets with this boy-girl body.' Then she slipped the beautiful dove grey silky nightdress over my shoulders to complete the ensemble. I couldn't help smiling and twirling as I studied myself in the mirror. I also caught Angela's eyes studying me.

"Now, can you please dress me?" she whispered.

I studied her in her bra panties and tights.

"Are you keeping your tights on?"

"Yes. I noticed how good yours felt when you stepped into the all - in - one."

Taking her cue, I selected the emerald green set that matched her panties and invited her to step into them. She rested her hands on my shoulders and pointed her toe delicately as she slipped first one leg then the other into the suit. This brought her body close to me and I savoured the scent of her warm musk as I closed my eyes and silently breathed the scent.

"Mmmm, Beatrice is quite right," sighed Angela, "these feel yummy."

"Turn around," I requested.

She obliged and I fastened the built in bra strap before gently feeding her breasts into the cups.

"It's nice that we have the same bust measurements," I observed as I gently adjusted the shoulder straps. "There; how does that feel?"

"Delightful!" sighed Angela. "Now the nightdress."

She raised her arms while I gently fitted the nightdress over her sleep suite and she shuddered as it slithered down her body. Suddenly she brought her arms together and embraced me as I was attending to the bodice. Her lips sought mine and she feverishly kissed me before I had a chance to extricate myself. I also noticed that she matched me in strength and I soon gave up any resistance. Anyway, it felt good and I found myself responding.

She squeaked and squirmed against me as she felt my response and giggled as our silky outfits exaggerated the sensations whilst simultaneously frustrating more intimate contact.

"Mmmm, that's nice. Is she happy, or is she happy?" whispered Angela as she pressed eagerly against my rigid friend.

"Yes," I croaked nervously, "and these are happy, here."

We both felt our turgid nipples straining urgently against our soft silky bra cups and Angela sighed again.

"It's nice to share the same feelings isn't it?"

"Yes," I gasped as our urges started to overwhelm us.

Then our passions were noisily interrupted as Jenny and Chenille flung open the door to find us kissing and embracing. For a moment they stood silent and shocked then they squealed to Martina and Beatrice.

"Quick! Come and see! Mummy's kissing Aunty Beverly!"

We parted our lips instantly, but Angela refused to release me from her embrace as all four girls stood dumbfounded by the door. Finally Beatrice broke the impasse.

"Does this mean your going to get married?"

Angela held me tighter as she squeezed her breasts against mine and crushed her tummy against my hard inquisitive friend. Then she whispered in my ear.

"Aren't you going to answer her?"

For long moments I was speechless. 'Could this woman really be interested in me?' I asked myself.

"Would you really consider it?" I whispered back.

"For the girl who rescued my daughters I'd give anything, including my body."

"But -, but what about my, trans -, my life style, this -, all this -, this silk and finery?"

"I've learned to see the soul behind the façade. You're kind, compassionate and yet you're brave too. That's all a girl can ask in a partner."

"But -, are you sure? I mean look at me. What do you see?"

Angela smiled and kissed me softly before replying.

"I see a partner and friend who shares all the same interests, a friend who cares for my children, a friend who has looked after my children through good and bad, a friend who has risked her life for my children. I see a partner to share shopping trips and honest advice about clothes. I see a companion to keep me company and share a life with. I see someone who will not bore me to death about sport. I see somebody who is not violent, or threatening or overbearing. I see all the advantages of having a loving girlfriend in whom I can confide and share and yet -, and yet, she is a girlfriend with that incredible little extra bit to please me and comfort me when and where I need it most. I see all the advantages of having a beautiful caring boyfriend without any of the downsides. I see you! I see Beverly!"

I melted into Angela's embrace and returned the kiss as we searched desperately to reach the ultimate in intimacy without actually co- copulating there and then on the floor in front of the children. The children sensed that Bea's question had been answered and they surged around to hug us. Finally, Chenille, ever the practical one declared.

"You have to ask each other properly. You have to each get down on your knees and ask the other. You have to be equal. That's how our mummies did it."

Angela and I smiled and acknowledged Chenille's declaration. We both knelt in front of each other and simultaneously asked the question of each other.

"Will you marry me?"

And we both answered, "Yes!"

Whilst we were on our knees, the girls circled us and hugged us then finally let us get up.

"Can I be the first to tell our mummies?" begged Martina.

"If you want. Do you mind Chenille?"

Chenille agreed and Martina needed no further prompting. She dashed across the yard in her nightdress to broadcast the news. When Sian and Margaret arrived, they found us waltzing around the drawing room in an ecstatic embrace.

"Is it true?" they squealed.

"We both nodded and continued dancing."

But they were determined to celebrate. Sian rushed back to dig out some champagne from their kitchen whilst Margaret rooted out our champagne flutes. When Sian returned, they poured out a celebratory drink for everybody. The children giggled and snorted as the fizzing bubbles tickled their noses and we adults smiled at each other as we watched their innocent responses. I must confess it was one of the happiest days of my life.

That night, Angela slipped silently along the landing and joined me in my giant king-sized bed where we spent the night in a silky embrace. I whispered softly to her asking if she wanted me to undress, but she giggled evocatively and said, "You're not having me until we're properly married. These all-in-one's will ensure we behave ourselves until the honeymoon night."

I grinned as I revelled in the delights of her soft silky embrace and our legs slithered evocatively together whilst our excited nipples fenced and probed through the soft bra cups of our sleep suits. She sighed and giggled every time my hard urgent friend probed impotently against the satiny barriers of our sleep suits and long nightdresses but it was to no avail. Celibate we would be until we were wed. We had all this silky, erotic luxury and yet still savoured the exquisite torment of having to wait until our honeymoon night. It was to be this way for nearly a month as arrangements were made to find a suitable church and a liberal minister who was prepared to marry us each in our Bridal gowns. Fortunately, Judge Elizabeth and Jane knew of one near their home so the issue was resolved quickly.

I need hardly tell who the four bride's maids were.

We married during the summer holidays and took a month's honeymoon in Amsterdam. Naturally the girls accompanied us but we took Sylvia along to share the child-care duties when we went clubbing in the evenings. Margaret and Sian joined us for the second fortnight and occasionally, Billy and Mac came visiting, when the ship was in Amsterdam.

The honeymoon hotel was our old regular gay venue in Amsterdam and the other guests were enchanted when they learned of our family set up. Martina, particularly felt liberated as she visited different guest's tables in the breakfast room and openly declared that she was still in transition though not yet decided which route she was going to take.

Consequently, other guests kept constantly visiting our table to chat about Martina and congratulate our group especially as we made no secret of our secrets. It was pure cathartics for our little family to be able to live openly and naturally as we wished without censure. Amsterdam is a wonderful city.

Our greatest delights were however, reserved for the bedroom. The children and Sylvia shared two other large suites adjoining ours but Angela and I had a suite to ourself during the nights. Unbeknownst to me, Angela had secretly ordered some special sleep suites with 'intimate accessability' and secretly packed them in her luggage. Thus we were able to cuddle up and snuggle together in all our luxurious silky finery whilst yet being able to attend our shared marital needs whenever the urge arose. Our honeymoon nights were pure bliss and only topped by the usual morning invasion when Sylvia unlocked the adjoining door and allowed the children to join us on the huge hotel bed. It was just like mornings at the cottage but with the added condition that everything was now legal. Angela and I were now married women.

P.S. - Author's Wish: I hope you liked this story. There might be some more chapters but I would welcome any suggestions as to where this story might go.

If I get constructive reviews, I might also write a short follow-up story describing Martina's life at St Angie's school. Suggestions and ideas for other follow-up stories would be welcome.

Thank You - Beverly Taff