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The Advert - by SONIA
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Ok this story is like all my others .. .. .. a sequence of events that I
would love to have happen and I fully accept it is unlikely to ever
happen .. .. but if it did - - - bliss!
Chapter 1 - The Advert
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I had been a closet cross dresser for years.
I had started wearing my mum's panties, borrowed from the washing, well
before I knew about sex. Through my school years my desires never
changed but due to lack of opportunity remained furtive and restricted to
what I could borrow to wear. Once I had finished school and started work
I had taken the first opportunity to move into my own apartment and then
I was able to spend more time dressing up.
I loved coming home from work and stripping off my male clothes and
slipping into a sexy satin bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings and
relaxing either just with a see through negligee over or sometimes a
skirt and blouse.
That was as far as my dressing went. I never went out and never shared
my experiences with anyone else, but I so wanted to be able to pass as a
girl, to enjoy myself with other girls as their 'equal'.
Although I may well not be 'normal' dressing in panties I was not gay. I
much preferred the company of girls and had had many affairs and
relationships over the years. But I still had a need to dress up!
One day I had bought a men's magazine and in the classifieds at the rear
I saw an advert that literally took my breath away:
Let me transform you into the female side you always dreamt
about. Very discreet service. Only one client at a time
and run by the understanding wife of a cross dresser.
I put the magazine down but kept coming back to it looking at the advert.
Dare I make contact?
It took almost three weeks to pluck up the courage.
I decided to help me go through with making contact I would dress in my
sexiest outfit and then make the call. I put on a pair of white satin
panties with layers of lace over them, a matching bra and suspender belt
and black stockings. I then put on a black mini skirt and white blouse.
My heart was beating furiously and I had a drink to steady my nerves.
I looked at myself in the mirror and almost cried. I looked like a man
in drag but inside I knew my female persona was there.
I sat down and picked up the phone. I had read the advert so many times
that I knew the number off by heart. I sat there for ten minutes in a
state of panic and then plucked up the courage and dialled. The phone
rang, was picked up and ... I hung up.
I sat there for another ten minutes and tried again ... and as it
answered I panicked and hung up again. I literally burst into tears.
Two minutes later the phone rang and between sobs I picked it up and
answered with a stifled 'hello'.
A soft soothing female voice said to me, "Don't hang up, just listen to
me. I had your number recorded as having called me and if it truly was a
wrong number hang up now but if you phoned in reply to my advert then
listen to me."
I was entranced and sat there with the phone gripped so tightly I thought
I might crush it.
"You have not hung up so I assume you phoned me in reply to my advert.
My name is Janine. Let me tell you a little about my situation. My
husband was a secret cross dresser and tried to commit suicide over his
confusion over his sexual orientation. I did not know why he had tried
to kill himself but while he was in hospital recovering from his
attempted over-dose I was tidying the house and found his hidden woman's
clothes. I realised his problem and we worked through it when he came
out of hospital. I now try to help others in the same situation. Would
you like me to help you?"
My brain took over and I heard myself say yes and then everything came
tumbling out about how I could not stop dressing up and how relaxed I
felt when dressed and I told this stranger my whole life story.
"Are you dressed now?" she asked.
I paused a second and then answered yes ... and again burst into tears.
"You poor darling. I understand what you are going through. Would you
like to come to me and then we can share your problems as 2 girls
together."
Janine explained how much she charged and although it was a lot I agreed
without question and we arranged to meet in two weeks time. I was to go
to her house on the Saturday and stay overnight.
Janine then said, "You come in your normal clothes but I'm sure you will
feel happier with your panties on below. Bring a suitcase with your
other clothes and we will see what we can do. Bring your cheque book in
case I feel you need something more suitable, I have a lot of things here
or we can go out and get anything we need. See you then. Bye for now."
I hung the phone up and sat there for almost a half hour in a trance but
feeling more happy than I could ever remember.
Chapter 2 - The Day Arrives
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The next 2 weeks dragged by like nothing I can ever remember. I did not
dress up at all as I wanted to save myself for my time at Janine's. What
I did do was to wash and very carefully iron all my clothes. I also sent
off to a mail order catalogue for a new set of lingerie which consisted
of bra, panties, suspender belt and waist slip in a matching lilac satin
with white lace trim. The panties were full cut the way I loved them and
they were a little on the large side as I liked them as I hated them
tight. I resisted the urge to try them on when they arrived but decided
I would save them to wear at Janine's.
Finally the day arrived and I bathed and shaved and then slipped on my
white satin panties, bra, suspender belt and stockings and then over top
put on a sweat shirt and trousers.
I was so nervous I could eat nothing. My heart pounded in my chest but I
knew I had to go through with my plans. I put my case in the car and set
off. This was the first time I had gone out with lingerie on, even if it
was below my normal clothes. Every movement I made I could feel my sexy
underwear and this raised my excitement to another level.
I arrived at the end of Janine's road early and sat and waited and at
exactly the agreed time I drove into her drive. I sat in the car for a
minute on the point of panic and then my resolve took over and I went to
the front door and knocked.
The door opened and the most beautiful woman stood there smiling at me
dressed in a short black flared skirt, tailored blue blouse, black
stockings and high heeled shoes.
"Hello Janine, I'm Dave," I said quietly, full of nerves.
The woman giggled the most girly giggle I have ever heard and then said
in a slightly husky, seductive voice, "I'm not Janine. I'm her husband
Philip!"
I looked at 'Philip' with my mouth open - speechless!
"Come in," he said, "you will have such fun this weekend. Janine is the
most wonderful understanding person."
The door at the end of the hall opened and an attractive woman stood
there grinning at me. "Come into the kitchen and we will have a long
talk first and then see how we can best help you."
We got the payment out of the way quickly and then by the end of the next
hour I already felt so much happier. Janine explained how cross dressing
was something that some men simply could not stop themselves from needing
to do. As she described the compulsion I recognised what she was saying
in myself.
Philip joined in saying how he had hidden his cross dressing from Janine
and how he had become more and more confused over his feelings until he
could not stand it any longer and took the overdose.
Janine reiterated her story, "When Philip was in hospital I found his
stash of women's clothes and then so many things fell into place. Philip
had always liked me to wear sexy lingerie and sexy clothes and we now see
that at least part of the reason was that he wanted to wear them
himself."
"When Philip came home from hospital he had been instructed to have a
weeks bed rest. I had gone out and bought him some sexy baby doll
pyjamas and slinky nighties and had laid one on the bed with matching
panties. At the hospital I had said to him that I understood why he had
taken the overdose but had not discussed the matter further and not let
him know I had discovered his secret. Once home I had said to go to bed
and to change into the nightclothes laid on the bed. I had followed
Philip to the room and when he saw the nightie he looked at me in horror
and then when he saw me smiling at him in support he had grabbed me and
we cuddled together for a long time."
"Philip had finally changed into the panties and nightie and it had been
like a massive weight being removed from his shoulders and he slept for
24 hours non stop."
Philip took up the story, this time talking in his normal voice, "I'm
sure you are similar to me. I can sometimes go several months without
cross dressing but then the need grows and grows. I used to find that
even slipping on a pair of panties for a half hour would relax me and
lessen the need but the need never stops fully. Now Janine and I have
the best of both worlds in that I am a good husband to her for most of
the time and an excellent girlfriend to her for the rest. I'm off to the
shops so I will leave you two together. I look forward to a wonderful
girls evening tonight."
With that Philip got up, picked up his hand bag, kissed Janine good bye
and set off for the shops with his heels clicking on the path as he
walked away en-femme.
Janine took me by my hand and led me upstairs and into the back room
which was decorated in an extremely feminine way with pink lace and
frills everywhere.
"What I will do is initially teach you hair and makeup, then you can bath
and shave and we will dress you fully. You can then enjoy the evening
with Phillipa and I as your new self and we can help you with posture and
mannerisms. I guarantee that by tonight you will feel far better about
yourself."
"Have you got panties on?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Slip off your clothes down to your lingerie and then put on this
dressing gown. You will feel much happier doing your makeup in your
lingerie."
Janine said this in such a natural way that I had no qualms about
slipping out of my sweat shirt and trousers and standing before her in my
panties, bra and stockings.
"You look very pretty," she said and then looking at the bulge in my
panties and lack of bulge in my bra she went on, "I can help you get a
much more ladylike appearance a bit later."
I pulling the dressing gown she offered me on but it was from thin
material and did not cover me much but I did not worry as I felt great.
"Have you got a wig?" she asked.
I shook my head and then Janine opened a cupboard in her room and I saw a
variety of wigs, each with a price tag on as well as lots of other
packets and boxes.
"I find it easier to have a stock so I can help my clients in the privacy
of my home rather than having to take them to the shops," she explained.
She helped my select a shoulder length brunette wig with light curls that
was my size and suited my colouring.
We spent the next 5 hours practising makeup and hair. Janine plucked my
eye brows enough to make them feminine but left enough to look masculine
when not dressed. By mid afternoon I could apply my makeup on my own and
also style my hair. I was delighted that the effect was as good as it
was - I thought I looked pretty like a fairly attractive woman rather
than the man with makeup that I normally looked like.
"Right. I think you are ready to get changed for this evening," she said
and then went and ran a bath which she added some fragrances to that made
it smell wonderful and bubble up.
Before getting in the bath Janine asked me if I wanted to remove my body
hair and without a pause I said I did - I knew that chest and leg hair
did not go with pretty lingerie. Standing naked in front of Janine I let
her trim my longer hair and then she applied hair remover and after a few
minutes my skin was tingling. She then had me shower and I saw most of
my hair go down the plug hole. A second application and rinse and my
skin was as soft and hairless as possible.
I then lazed in the bath for half an hour and finally got out, wrapped a
fluffy towel around me and headed back to her spare room.
While I had been in the bath Janine had been through my suitcase and laid
on the bed my new lilac set of lingerie and the purple ribbed jumper but
she had not selected any of the other items.
"The other skirts and tops are not the best quality and will look cheap
on you. You could make do but I have some items that you may prefer."
She again went to her cupboard and put on the bed 2 packets and then from
another cupboard selected a black kilt and offered it to me - it was
lovely and I readily agreed to buy it.
Janine passed me the first of the two packets which I opened and inside
found a pair of flesh coloured, small latex panties with on the front a
triangle of fake pubic hair.
I looked at her with a puzzled look and she explained, "It’s a type of
gaff to keep your penis under control." She then showed me that inside
the panties was a small pocket and directed me to put them on.
Normally when I was dressing I would have an erection but somehow it
seemed different today. I pulled on the gaff and as I pulled it up
Janine told me how to fit my penis in the pocket between my legs. I
pulled the gaff up tight and was amazed that at a quick glance I was a
woman down below.
She passed me my lilac satin panties and I put them on – they were
gorgeous!
Next came the bra and I slipped it on and then Janine passed me the
second packet. Inside I found a pair of silicone breast forms. They
were heavy and quite life like.
"I hate to tell you how much these are - you can try them and either buy
them or return them when you leave."
She showed me the price tag and I nearly collapsed - £225.00! Janine
showed me how to fit them into the bra, fixing them in place with some
adhesive and when I saw and felt the effect I knew I had to have them.
Every step I took I felt them move on my chest - they felt part of me and
I thought of how much I had missed just using a rolled up stocking
before.
I put the suspender belt on and Janine told me to pass the suspenders
through the panties - ".. so you can pull your panties down to use the
toilet," she said.
Next came the stockings and with them on and fastened I stopped to do my
hair and makeup. With my new found skill, 15 minutes later I was a very
happy sexy looking woman in her lingerie.
I put on my new kilt and found it came to just above my knees. The
jumper went beautifully with the kilt and accentuated my new breasts. A
pair of black low heeled shoes from my case completed my transformation.
I looked in the mirror and for the first time ever saw my inner self as I
imagined I was. Janine was smiling broadly and I went to her and kissed
her on the cheek.
"We have an hour before Phillipa is due back so we can go down stairs and
prepare some supper and you can work on your voice. Try talking more
quietly than normal and develop a husky voice. If someone is expecting a
woman to speak then a slightly deeper than normal voice will sound sexy
not wrong."
We went downstairs and every movement I made sent tingles through my body
as my senses adjusted to the new me. My shaved body allowed sensations
to pass into me as never before. I could feel my stockings on my legs
pull against my suspender belt and my false breasts move on my chest -
utter bliss!!!
We spent the next while working together in the kitchen and chatting.
Janine coached me on everything from how to walk, how to sit, how to talk
and how to move.
When I heard the door open I waited with bated breath to see Philip's
reaction. He opened the door and came in and stopped dead and gave a
wolf whistle. "Wow - I think Janine has done the best job yet - you are
perfect."
Chapter 3 - A Wonderful Evening
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That evening was probably one of the happiest of my life.
It started with the three of us chatting about everything and anything.
We spent a long time chatting about Philip's transformation into Phillipa
and the relationship that Phillipa and Janine had.
Phillipa said, "We have no set rules. Sometimes I make love normally to
Janine when I am in my role of Phillipa and other times I act as her
lesbian lover and satisfy her in only the way a 'woman' can. We have a
rule that anything goes provided we both agree."
I asked about whether anyone else knew about their relationship.
"We don't go around broadcasting the fact," Janine replied, "After all
there is not a lot of point dressing and acting as a woman and then
telling everyone you are a man. The only person who really knows just
about everything is my younger sister, Heather. She came in once and
Philip was dressed fully but his she spotted a mannerism that was Philips
and suddenly she recognised what was happening. I expected her to freak
out but she just grinned and said she had another sister. We have been
out many times with her as three girls together."
Hearing this I said, "My one dream is to meet someone who would accept me
in the same way that you accept Philip."
We ate the meal we had prepared and then Janine suggested going down the
pub for a drink. I immediately panicked but Philip and Janine both tried
to reassure me and their support finally convinced me.
"Until you have practised your voice more you can let us do the talking.
If you do talk say you have a cold and speak quietly. Don't try too hard
to sound like a woman. With your looks no one will guess."
Walking to the pub was amazing. As soon as I went through the front door
I was aware of the cool air under my skirt and this, coupled with the
feel of my stockings pulling on the suspender belt and my 'breasts'
moving made every step a feeling of utter bliss. As we walked I
practised talking and by the time we had reached the pub we were fairly
happy with how I sounded.
Entering the pub was terrifying I felt as though every eye turned to
look at me - a man in panties - and I almost turned and ran but I found
the looks were not of ridicule but men glancing at three women entering
the pub.
We sat at a table in the corner and Janine went and got drinks and
Phillipa said to me, "Don't you think we have the best of both worlds.
We are men and can do all the normal things that men do and at the same
time we can let our feminine side take over and enjoy dressing in sexy
women's clothing and do almost
anything a woman can do."
I agreed and we chatted on. After about an hour I saw a very attractive
woman aged about 5 years younger than me come in through the door, glance
around and then walk across to our table. She went straight to Janine
and gave her a kiss and then went to Phillipa and kissed him and then
turned to me and quietly said "Hi I'm Heather, Janine's sister, you must
be Dave."
I felt crushed as my worst nightmare was to be exposed as a man in
panties in a public place. I was on the verge of getting up and running
when she sat beside me and took my hand and said "You look lovely. I
can't call you Dave, how about Debby? I know all about dear Philip, he
is such a sweetie if Janine wasn't married to him I would be after him
myself. Tell me all about yourself. Don't you think Janine is wonderful
how she helps you."
Heather was so matter of fact and accepting I relaxed totally and told
her my life history. We found we had quite a lot of common interests and
chatted on like old friends.
"Don't get me wrong - It doesn't worry me one way or another but are you
gay?", she asked.
I assured her that I wasn't and that I did not really understand my need
to dress as a woman but that it was something I needed to do every so
often.
"Are you in a steady relationship?" she asked.
I replied, "No I am not and to be honest I don't think I ever will be. I
could not marry someone without them knowing my need to cross dress - it
would not be fair on either of us."
Heather was quiet for a while, leant forward and gave me a kiss on the
cheek and said, "I like Debby a lot, would Dave like to take me to the
cinema on Friday so I can meet him?"
I was stunned. My wildest dream seemed to be coming true. A girl friend
who knew about my cross dressing and accepted it.
We left the pub and Heather came with us for coffee. As we walked along
side by side with Janine and Philip ahead of us Heather looked over at me
and smiled and then took my hand in hers.
Once back at Janine's we chatted until late drinking coffee and brandy
and finally Heather said she had to go and when I saw her to the door she
gave me a kiss on the lips and left.
Janine was grinning widely as I returned to the living room. "You were
amazing tonight - the perfect woman. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Fantastic," was all I could say. Tired I finally went to bed and
changed into a frothy nightie and fell blissfully asleep.
Sunday was spent being coached on mannerisms, makeup, voice and anything
else that made my appearance as close to a woman as possible. When the
day came to an end I felt sufficiently confident in my new self to drive
home en-femme.
I said goodbye and we all kissed and hugged and promised to keep in touch
as friends. I got into the car and set off for home.
My one change to my female clothing for the drive home was that I did not
have on my gaff. Instead I allowed myself the pleasure of wearing black
satin panties with my penis allowed to be free. As I drove along I
hitched up my skirt and exposed my stockings, straining suspenders and
panties to be on show and enjoyed the thrill of how I was dressed. I had
a full erection and longed
to make love to someone dressed as I was. I thought about Heather and my
erection became almost painful with desire until with a mental picture of
the two of us together making love, release finally happened as I
spontaneously came in my panties.
I arrived home and decided to enjoy the rest of the weekend as Debby so
changed into a slinky nightie and went to bed.
Chapter 4 - Dave meets Heather.
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The next day I changed out of my nightie, showered and then reverted to
Dave.
After a weekend of bliss I was happy with my male situation and found I
was actually enjoying work and longing for Friday. Tuesday evening I
phoned Heather and we had a long chat about nothing in particular and
agreed to eat out after the film. We spoke again on Thursday but
throughout our talking my cross dressing was not mentioned.
Friday came and after work I showered and dressed in a smart sports
jacket, casual trousers and an open necked shirt and set off to collect
Heather.
When I knocked on her door she opened it and looked at me with a critical
eye and then said, "I would never have recognised you as Debby. Come on
lets go."
She had on a flirty short mini skirt and blouse with legs that seemed to
go on for ever. She looked beautiful. We chatted like old friends on
the way to the cinema, watched a lovely romantic film and had a fabulous
candle lit dinner afterwards.
I wondered about offering her coffee after at my house and as we had got
on so well I decided to make the offer and was delighted that she readily
accepted.
Once home I made coffee and poured a brandy and we cuddled together and
soon we were kissing furiously. As we kissed my hands caressed her neck
and arms and when there was no resistance I tentatively touched her
breasts and feeling her erect nipples I concentrated on caressing them.
Heather let out a sigh and pulled away from me and stood up. I felt so
upset for a second but then to my utter joy she undid her skirt and let
it fall to her ankles and then slipped off her blouse and stood there is
sexy satin bra and panties for a second before sinking back into my
waiting arms. We kissed and cuddled with utter passion until I could
wait no more and then lifted her in my arms and headed to my bedroom. I
lay her on my bed and then shed my clothes before returning to my
caresses until she was gasping with pleasure.
"Oh Yes! Now! Now!" she said.
I pulled the leg of her panties to the side and entered her. What
followed was sex to beat all sex. How I kept my control I do not know
but as I thrust deeply into her I caressed her clitoris and kissed her
breasts and she cried out in orgasm several times before finally I came
and we collapsed together in loving bliss.
When we had finally recovered Heather asked if she could borrow a nightie
from Debby. This was the first time since last weekend she had broached
the subject of my cross dressing and even this was not a direct comment.
My heart started beating furiously as I decided to confide in her and
show her my alta ego's wardrobe. "Come and see what you would like," I
said hoping that she would not suddenly run from my other side.
Still wearing her bra and panties and with me naked we went into the
spare room and I opened the drawer where Debby had her nighties. Heather
picked out a pink baby doll set, took off her panties and slipped the
matching panties on, took off her bra and put on the nightie.
"You can wear your black baby doll set," she said holding the nightie and
panties out to me. "Put them on and we can get some sleep and I'll
explore this room more in the morning."
I put on the nightie and panties feeling a little uneasy but Heather was
so supportive and just said how good we both looked before taking my hand
and heading back to my room. We cuddled together and on her instigation
we made love again more slowly and passionately before finally falling
asleep.
Chapter 5 - Shopping
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The next morning we sat around having breakfast in our nighties as if it
was totally normal.
Over breakfast she said, "When Janine first told me about Philip I was
very shocked and my first reaction was never to see him again. Janine
explained to me about how some men just cannot help themselves and that
it is an inbuilt desire that they have little control over and persuaded
me to meet Phillipa. I really could not believe how 'female' Phillipa
was and we got on so well that within a very few minutes we were all
chatting together like old friends. Janine explained that she had a
husband and a best girlfriend rolled into one and that rather than
hurting her marriage Philips cross dressing had enhanced it to another
level. Janine recommended, half in jest, that I should marry a cross
dresser. Ever since she has been offering her service to other cross
dressers she has invited me around to meet them but you are the first
that I have liked."
She leant across and gave me a kiss and then went on, "Most men I have
dated have been very selfish - more interested in themselves and their
pleasure than making me happy. As time went on and I saw how Janine and
Philip were together I became adjusted to the idea of men cross dressing
and have now reached the stage that I find it pretty exciting. Come on
lets get dressed and go to the shops."
With that she got up and with me following headed to the room where
'Debby' had her clothes. I protested as I had only ever been out at
night that one time with Janine and the thought of going out in daylight
in a crowded area was just too scary.
"When you are dressed you can decide whether you are happy to go out. If
you are not happy then you can change back into your male outer clothes
and just wear your lingerie below but we are going shopping and you are
wearing panties!"
Heather went through my wardrobe and selected an outfit for me to wear
and also one for her as she had not planned to stay and had nothing to
change into. On opening one draw she found my selection of vibrators and
anal plugs which I had meant to hide.
Rather than be shocked she let out a squeal and said, "Oh you naughty
girl! We will have some fun with these later!"
For me to wear she had selected a white set of bra and panties and white
tights having told me that stockings were for the evenings or for
prostitutes in the day! She selected a white satin blouse and my blue
cotton mini skirt.
For herself she selected my matching set of lilac satin panties, bra and
suspender belt with black stockings. When I commented on the stockings
she gave me the dirtiest smile I think I had ever seen! On top she
selected a red ribbed jumper and my black leather mini skirt which on me
barely covered my stocking tops. As she was shorter than me it would be
respectable but only just!
I showered and shaved really close and then while Heather showered I put
on my gaff followed by the bra, with my false breasts, and panties and
then sat at the dressing table fixing my wig in place and styling it and
doing my makeup. Heather came into the room stark naked and then put on
her bra and panties followed by suspender belt and stockings. It was
amazing how much more sexy she looked in her lingerie than stark naked!
She sat beside me and did her makeup and gave me a few tips on the
correct makeup for daytime.
With makeup complete I put on my tights and then we put on our skirts and
tops followed by shoes. I selected a pair of white low heeled shoes and
Heather chose my leather boots which were a size too large but fitted OK.
She looked incredibly sexy and this caused me some discomfort as my penis
strained against the gaff.
"Debby, you look wonderful," she said, "Come and look at yourself in the
mirror and see if you think anyone would recognise you."
I did as she said and true enough I looked like a good looking woman. I
therefore agreed to go shopping.
Walking out of the house in broad daylight with my skirt flapping around
me was bliss. We walked with our arms linked to the bus stop and when
the bus arrived Heather headed to the upper deck of the double decker
bus. I followed and had a wonderful view up her skirt to her stocking
tops straining at their suspenders - more punishment for my penis in my
gaff!
I don't think I have ever enjoyed a day more. Heather and I were like
giggling school girls as we shopped. After my embarrassed trips to buy
lingerie as a man I was now able to browse through the displays without
worry and bought several new sets including a wonderful bouffant
petticoat. Heather had me try on several outfits. The first changing
room was individual cubicles so it was not a problem but in one of the
chain stores it was a communal changing room and it was very exciting
being their in my panties surrounded by other girls and women in a state
of partial undress. I made sure that when I was stripped to my panties I
kept by back turned to everyone as I didn't want anyone guessing I was a
man. The gaff did a fantastic job keeping me under control but a
suspecting eye might work things out.
After the morning I went back to the car and using my battery shaver,
ducked down low in the car, I had a shave and reapplied my makeup. We
then had lunch in a pub and shopped more in the afternoon and finally
headed home after a wonderful day.
As soon as I was home I went to the bathroom and removed my gaff but
stayed fully dressed as I had been. I shaved again and tidied my makeup
and then we prepared a simple supper and had drinks waiting for it to
cook. After coffee and brandy we cuddled together listening to music and
Heather turned to me and we kissed.
"I've never kissed a 'woman' before," she said grinning at me, "Does
kissing you make me a lesbian?"
I admitted I didn't know and she then said, "Would you like to make love
to me the way a woman would?"
I did not need any more encouragement and dropped to my knees in front of
her. She wiggled out of her skirt and shuffled forward on the sofa,
opened her legs wide and leaned back with her eyes closed. I pulled her
panties to the side and leant forward and kissed and licked her vagina,
gently sucking her clitoris and generally devoting myself to her
pleasure. She pulled her top off and this was followed by her bra and as
I continued to lick and suck she caressed her breasts.
She came several times and finally cried out "No more!" and pulled me
towards her where we kissed furiously. She then broke the kiss and
thumbled to undo my skirt. The skirt finally dropped and I was about to
take off the tights when she stopped me. Instead she ripped a hole by my
crotch and delved into my panties, extracted my penis from the leg of my
panties and through the hole in the tights and then pulled me into her.
As I made love to her she pushed my top up and caressed my 'breasts' and
with her other hand she stroked my bottom feeling me through my panties
and tights. We did not last long and when my orgasm came I though I
would pass out with the intensity. Feeling me thrust a last time deeply
into her brought her to another orgasm so we collapsed in a sweaty heap
together.
When we had recovered a little Heather whispered in my ear, "That was
wonderful. To be made love to by Debby and Dave at one time is utter
bliss. I think the only thing that would have made it better was for you
to be wearing stockings and not tights."
Chapter 6 - A Day of Sex
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"God I feel randy!"
This was Heather's first comment to me when we woke the following morning
still dressed in our lingerie cuddled together in the bed.
After tea in bed we got up and stripped and showered together.
As we showered Heather said, "I have a dilemma. Do I want to play with
Dave or Debby?"
I made no comment but just kissed her long and passionately.
"I know. Debby this morning and then Dave can take me out to lunch!"
After we had dried off Heather took the lead and headed to Debby's room
where she browsed the cupboards and drawers.
"Oh yes," she said and took out my red satin basque with its black lace
trim and matching panties and put it on the bed. Next came the set of
black PVC bra, panties and suspender belt and two pairs of black
stockings. "I love PVC, you can wear the basque."
The basque was rather tight on me but felt so sexy as it gripped my body.
With Heather's help I put it on and laced it tightly up. I put on the
panties and stockings as she dressed in the PVC set. She then got out
the black bouffant petticoat and handed that to me to put on and then
started on her makeup. The petticoat was far more sexy than I had
expected. It consisted of several layers of netting under a nylon waist
band and billowed out around me but the netting was see through so you
could see my sexy lingerie below.
I put on my wig and makeup and was wondering what skirt and top to wear
when Heather said, "We are not going anywhere so we can stay in our sexy
lingerie for the morning. You can try to satisfy me again but you can
use some of your toys as well as your tongue. Show me what toys you
have."
I showed her my vibrators and felt a bit embarrassed at the anal
vibrator.
"I though these were only used by gay people," she said with a worried
expression.
"No," I replied a little embarrassed, "I bought this to try and find it
gives quite an amazing feeling and when I have it in it also makes me
walk in a more feminine way as I have to take small steps."
"Put it in and then make me happy!" she replied and lay down on the bed
looking at me.
I felt a bit embarrassed but did as she said. I put some KY jelly on it
and then hitched my petticoat up, pulled the back of my panties down, put
my foot on the dressing table stool and eased the vibrator into my anus.
It was quite bulbus but then reduced to a narrow section and then had a
wider end and the narrow section fitted so you muscles in your bottom
gripped it and held it in place. Once I felt it fit in position I turned
it on and pulled up my panties and almost instantly orgasmed with the
thrill of what I was doing and how I was dressed.
I went over to the drawer, feeling the deep sensations with every careful
step, and took out the largest vibrator I had and turned to Heather.
She looked at it and grinned and said, "I think it would be easier if I
took off my panties!"
I went beside her and we kissed and cuddled. I teased her breasts with
the vibrator and ran it up and down her tummy keeping away from her
clitoris and vagina, using it on her arms, her legs and in fact anywhere
but saving the most sensitive area until last. She had her eyes tightly
closed and was literally shuddering with pleasure and expectation. After
a considerable time I allowed the vibrator to start from below her chin
and then very slowly descend to her widely spread legs and as it touched
the sensitive area around her clitoris she cried out in pleasure.
Rather than do what most men think excites a woman and thrust the
vibrator into her vagina I used it to tease her labia and the area around
the clitoris, never making direct contact as I was sure it would be too
sensitive.
After a while I moved the vibrator away and replaced it with my tongue,
barely touching her with it, teasing and kissing her, reaching up and
stroking her breasts and doing this we lost track of how many orgasms she
had. As I administered to her I was kept on the edge of orgasm by the
vibrator purring away deep inside me and the sheer thrill of what I was
doing.
"Darling, you have given me such pleasure," she finally said, "Let me see
you stand before me in your sexy lingerie and come in your panties
watching me masturbate."
Had she read my thoughts? I felt so deeply in need of release and making
love to her would have been wonderful but to be able to stand and watch
her masturbate while dressed as I was, with the anal vibrator already
having me at the edge, would be incredible.
I stood up and she wriggled up the bed onto the pillows. I slipped out
of the petticoat and stood there in my basque with my panties tented
forward by my erection and as I watched she lifted up her bra so her
breasts were exposed and then plunged the vibrator to its hilt into her
vagina. The sight of her, the feelings inside me, the thrill of how I
was dressed, the anticipation were all too much and I came, flooding my
panties with my semen. I then collapsed onto the bed into her waiting
arms and we kissed and cuddled in total exhaustion.
When we had recovered she said she was hungry and so we stripped off our
lingerie, showered and got ready to go out to lunch. Heather borrowed
another sexy set of lingerie from Debby's collection and while I watched
with just a towel around my waist she dressed finishing her outfit with a
nice skirt and top.
I went back into my room and got out a sports jacket, trousers and shirt
and was about to dress when Heather came in and said, "You may well be
Dave to the outside world for lunch today but I want Debby to be there
too!" With that she handed me my red satin panties, matching suspender
belt and stockings.
As we sat in the restaurant, if people only knew what I had on underneath
what a stir it would have made!
Epilogue
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Heather moved in to my house after that weekend and we married 6 months
later. It was a quiet ceremony in a picturesque church with Heather in a
wonderful sexy white wedding dress and me in top hat and tails. Janine
and Phillipa were brides maids and we had a few close friends as guests.
No one realised that Phillipa was actually a man and no one realised I
had white satin panties, suspender belt and stockings on below._