by WannabeGinger

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Chapter 10

Later, the same day……

Andy had spent the morning in Jenny’s dressing gown. As she was an ample UK size 16, he was able to wear it as if it were his. Indeed, many of her clothes would fit him, she had said.

They had talked about his situation — having been to the salon dressed… and then on to Jenny’s home…… with no male clothes at all.

“I really don’t know what you’re going to do tomorrow…… seeing as you don’t want to go out and pass as a woman…… but you have no clothes of your own apart from the girly things you arrived in at the salon…….. You have to stay here…. “ Jenny had said, teasing him everso slightly…… Andy knew what she meant. He was in a no-win situation. Either he went out, and went home and got some male clothes, or he stayed at her place and … what precisely?

Jenny offered a solution…… “You can wear some of my things today… use your own underwear but my top layer — blouses, skirts or dresses….. jewelry if you want…… And I’ll get you some things when I’m in my lunch break. Monday’s a quiet day in the salon and I can slip down the street to M&S, and maybe another store or two. If you’ve got some money on you, I can treat myself to treating you… I’d enjoy that!”

Andy smiled…. He would prefer not to go out……. Courage insufficient at the moment.

“OK, then you decide how much you want me to spend and I’ll do that….. Don’t be mean with yourself though… I’ll need several hundred pounds to do you justice. I may even get you some make-up of your own…… OK?” Jenny pressed home the advantage she had gained in controlling what would happen to Andy this week. She knew it. He was hers to shape and fashion inn a new image.

Andy was almost over-joyed….. He had never felt able to spend much money on his little ‘special interest’….. He had bought occasionally and, every time, felt guilty at the amount involved. As a result, he didn’t have much gear and it was all pretty much dated.

“Would you really?” he asked, knowing that Jenny would.

“Believe me, I’m enjoying this at least as much as you are!” she exclaimed.

“Then take this….” he said, having searched in his (male) wallet to find a bundle of banknotes.

“Phew! You really mean it don’t you?!” Jenny said, stunned at the amount of cash she would have to spend on new clothes and make-up for Karen. “This is going to be fun!” she murmured.

Jenny paused for a moment, thinking deeply………..

Andy noticed this but decided to ‘keep schtum’ for a while, to let her have her thoughts.

His marriage…… There’s been little said about his marriage…… I really should know…

But how to begin…?? About the marriage, not the wife… She could become part of the picture as the story unfolds, if he wants to tell me anything………anything at all?

She couldn’t think how to begin……

Finally, Andy broke the silence…… He couldn’t stand prolonged silences!

“Whatchya thinkin’??” he said gently, knowing she was in a conundrum……

Jenny looked at him and, again, saw a very complex individual…. Someone obviously capable of feeling great love, but also, somewhere deep inside, someone who had endured sadness like maybe she, herself, couldn’t imagine.

“I don’t know how to ask…. To ask you this….. But I’d like to get to know you very much better….. And I can’t without knowing more about you…….. Promise me, you will feel free to tell me “not to go there” if you don’t want to answer…..? You will, won’t you?”

Andy smiled. “OK, it’s a deal, ask away…..” Karen came back into the conversation.

“Well, you’re married? Right? Or is it that you’ve been married and aren’t any more?”

Andy smiled again and said “Oh yes, I’m married — you could say very much so…. And yes, we’re still living together. She goes away — sometimes like this week, for a week at a time, sometimes just for a night or two.”

“And you seem to suggest that she knows you dress, for fun? But, am I right, she wants nothing to do with it? Is that right?…. I mean, it’s probably quite common to find, where a guy dresses, that his wife wants to shut it out?”

“And how! Yes, you’re right….. She found out — if that’s the right phrase. That was years ago. We had children by then and her reaction was wild…… Threatened to have me banned from the house… Said I must be queer……… Assumed I was a child molester……. I mean, how could she? Really, I do love those kids — they’re grown up now, and I do still love her. I guess you could say, when that all calmed down, we “stayed together for the sake of the family” but only on the condition that “I promised to stop”….. Well, if you know anything about the condition I’m in, you’ll know that guys who’ve dressed don’t just “stop”…. I mean, they can’t give you ‘patches’ to stop the desire……..!!!”

“When, or rather how, did she “find out”……….??” Jenny made an “in quotes” sign.

“Well, if you live with a Cross-dresser, you don’t have to be a genius to see the signs…… However careful I was, she would, it seemed, “know”. She’d know her clothes had been rummaged through. She’d see that her make-up wasn’t in the same place as she left it. She didn’t find me dressed when she came home one day, if that’s what you mean! I think it just dawned on her…… And it wasn’t comfortable for her. I do regret that, a lot!”

“So, how did it surface between you? Was there a confrontation?”

“Not half!! In the way that shouting starts and doesn’t stop… And questions get asked again and again, with no time for a reply……. And tears flood out…….. And fears, however irrational, come bouncing off the walls…… Oh, yes, there was confrontation …… Like I was nearly pushed out of the house wearing nothing at all……. One night. Guess it was a disaster waiting to happen, ‘cos I hadn’t thought how to handle it, when it inevitably would get into the open… I just didn’t… I was scared, I guess…….”

Jenny paused before asking another question, knowing that this man still cared for his wife and family and hated the hurt that he had caused…..

“What would you have told her, before all that, if you’d have had the chance….?”

“You mean the courage???... That’s what I didn’t have….. Well, I’d have done what the books tell you to do…… Choose a moment with great care… a time when both are relaxed, maybe having had good times…….. and start by saying “Honey, I really don’t want to worry you but I have to tell you something that’s been bothering me for a long time and I haven’t known how to tell you… but I love you so much, I have to tell you…..” Something like that.”

“Sounds like a good way to me….” Jenny said, encouragingly. “…But you couldn’t?”

“No, honest, I couldn’t know where that would take us and it could have ended with us splitting up and I hated the thought of that….. As it was, it nearly went that way anyway…”

Andy’s demeanour showed Jenny that he was near to tears… this wasn’t being at all easy for him, sitting there, dressed as he was…… She realized that she had to take great care while showing great understanding and offering support. She was loving this man more and more.

“In the end, in the confrontation as you call it, I did manage to calm her down….. I told her that ‘no’, I wasn’t queer. ‘No’, I hated the thought of child molesters. ‘No’, I hated the thought of sex with other men. ‘No’, I didn’t the hate the sight of her body and ‘Yes’ I did still want to make love with her and that I loved her deeply, and the kids too….. I was just caught up in something I couldn’t explain properly……. But I loved her and needed her support in what I wanted to be a secret between us….. And ‘No’ I didn’t want to change sex and live as a woman…….. I tried to make it clear how much I adored her and admired women… so much so I just loved the illusion that dressing could create….”

Jenny raised a hand, just to get Andy to pause for breath……

“I think you handled it as well as you could’ve, given that you’d kept the secret too long. It was bound to end up in tears…….” She said, comfortingly.

“But she resisted the idea, did she? Did she ever come round to the idea, say, that you might be allowed a ‘girly day’ once in a while? That seems to work for one or two people I know who’re in the ‘same boat’.”

“Not at all…… She put a block on the idea of staying in the home but still doing this ‘vile’ thing, as she called it. I was in a very simple position, she said. I could choose. I could get a proper job and stop the University Lecturer’s life, with all the freedom that gave me…

……..Or I could move out and carry on doing what I was doing.”

Andy reflected on the choice and how it hadn’t been a difficult one. He did change his job. He did go for more conventional looks — had his long hair cut and dyed back to its natural shade. He did put away, in a Council Waste Skip, all the clothes he had secreted away…….. he promised her it was over…… And he did his best to rebuild her shattered confidence. It would never be the same……. He had lied to her, she said……. By not telling her…. By having secrets.

“That was the first time all the lovely things went in the bin…. It wasn’t the last time….. of course.” Andy simply commented, slightly wistfully.

“Your wife, does she know you still have this desire?” Jenny asked, almost knowing the answer to an obvious question.

Andy smiled and simply said, “Of course, she’s not daft.”

Their conversation lapsed into silence. Jenny thinking about how much it must have taken for Andy to admit these intimate details of his relationship with his wife. Andy thought deeply about the times that things had gone so wrong… and how he might have avoided so much hurt…. But how could he have?? He wasn’t at all sure.

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Jenny knew that ‘enough was enough’. There would be time to talk more but, after all, she wasn’t his Counsellor, she was currently his lover…. And that needed attending to!

“Now, time’s come for you to have a shower and deep cleanse, wash your hair and let me loose again. I want to do some more with you……” Jenny continued, not letting go of the control she had over a very willing and compliant Andy. “You’ll finish the day as a different Karen!”

It was late afternoon by now. No need to dress in day-wear. So, Andy did as he was instructed. He spent a long time in the shower, used the cleansers that Jenny had handed to him and washed his hair thoroughly. He emerged from the shower and towel-dried his body and hair. There was nothing left but to put the satin dressing gown back on. And wait!

Meanwhile, Jenny had developed her plans more fully. She had laid out the gear she needed to give Karen a manicure and a pedicure. Hat would take some time. So, knowing where this was leading, she poured out two Martinis……. very dry ones, with just enough Gin!

She had then gone to a very special box that she kept in the wardrobe nearest to her side of the large double bed she reveled in so often. It was a special box because of what it contained.

Her toys!

Jenny had, over several years and several lovers, acquired a taste for things that made life in bed surprising and really very enjoyable. There were many things to choose from. She usually chose on the basis of two considerations — first, the way she was feeling today…… and second, on who she would be sharing the fun with (if anybody at all!)

Some days, she would feel all girl and want to be fucked by an all-male man…. Or a dildo!

She laid her hands on the perfectly-shaped phallus; seven inches long and nice and fat. It filled her us beautifully. She felt her pussy getting wet just by holding it. He loved a man to use it on her ‘before the real thing’, but she also adored the feeling it gave her when she was alone.

She called it her “Fucker”.

She was tempted, while Andy was in the shower, to moisten it in her pussy….. but compromised by licking it and taking it deep into her throat, before putting it on the bedside table.

She did have a strap-on dildo………. She had occasionally used that with girlfriends in the past….. Maybe that would come in handy later on…… So she placed that on the bedside table beside the other fucker….. It had rather tiresome leather straps which, she found, tended to get in the way…

Then she remembered….. and smiled. She delved deeper into the box and pulled out what she called her “Peni-pants”. These were lycra pants, like Speedos, which had a special feature — they were designed with a pouch in the front that exactly fitted the seven inches of dildo she loved so much. When the panties were worn, the effect was electric — whether it was she who wore them — or a girlfriend. Definitely! They replaced the strap-on on the table.

The box also contained a pair of the highest stiletto heeled shoes you would ever like to try, some cunning little strands of leather that could be tied anywhere the fancy took her, a lovely little egg-shaped vibrator that fitted-in almost anywhere… on - or in - a man or a woman. These too were laid out beside the bed. Lastly, a pair of pink-feathered cuffs.

… Just in case someone wants to resist!

Andy appeared at the bedroom door. He was still Andy. He will soon be Karen, thought Jenny.

“Come here, young lady…” Jenny said, beckoning towards the dressing table, where the mirror stood above the nail polishes and Jenny’s own cosmetics.

Andy moved towards here but couldn’t help but be distracted by the array of toys beside the pillows — he shot a glance towards Jenny as if to say “What are you going to do with those?!” She read his thoughts immediately and said. “Easy, easy, Karen…. Those are for two girls to share later….”

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Less than an hour later, with two Martinis leading to two more, Karen was beginning to emerge Her voice had returned. He fingernails were crimson and highly-glossed. Likewise, so were her toenails. Jenny had massaged the hands and feet to smoothen them out. Andy was still dressed in the dressing gown. It was entirely appropriate, he thought.

It was time for Jenny to work on Karen’s hair. The colour had faded from the last salon visit, allowing some of the grey to show through, where the more porous strands hadn’t held the colour so well. They had actually taken up more colour and been more vibrant in their red shades, but had faded. Jenny decided to let the mixture remain. She would deal with Karen’s hair colour later in the week. She rolled the hair on smallish rollers, planning to give Karen a bubbly-style for tonight. Karen would enjoy the feeling of curls bouncing on her head.

Jenny then started on Karen’s fresh make-up. Before long, Karen looked just like the woman she was to be…….. “A final touch…. Close your eyes…” Jenny said, before she applied the mascara. She peeled a pair of beautiful false lashes from their package and lightly glued them before offering them up to Karen’s eyelids. Andy blinked in surprise….. “Wha..a..a..a…at….?”

“Hold still, silly…. These will really make the most of your eyes! Keep them closed while the glue dries and I put on your mascara and eyeliner.” Jenny’s instructions were not to be disobeyed.

When this ordeal was over, Karen opened her eyes and stared into the mirror; she saw a pretty woman, with her hair in rollers but in full make-up…….. still clothed in the satin dressing gown. And he liked what he saw!

“Now, before your comb-out, I want you to dress. We can’t have you lounging around like a tart all day…. We’ll have dinner this evening and I want a good looking date to share the table with… and maybe the bed later?” Jenny was in an increasingly playful mood. “You have to play your part to the full…….. Karen!”

Karen was over-taken by the significance of what was going on. Jenny was treating him as a woman she was going to dine out with and, she clearly hoped, to have sex with.

What a heavenly woman!

“By all means, show me to the choices I can make, my honey!” Karen’s whispered tones fitted the situation. She fluttered her new eyelashes, marveling at the feeling of them….. Unfortunately, they did make a few tears appear that needed to be dabbed away with a tissue.

“You’ll get used to those, my dear” said Jenny, noticing Karen’s discomfort.

They crossed the bedroom to Jenny’s walk-in wardrobe and Karen was initially stunned by the array of clothes she saw. Jenny saw Karen’s hair was still in rollers.

So many choices within each part — the skirts, the jeans and trousers, the dresses, the blouses — both formal and everyday. Karen was mesmerized by the range on offer.

Then she turned to another side where it was clear Jenny kept her “evening” wear. This was where she would concentrate her attention.

There were satins and silks, frills and tight formal numbers. All of them very feminine…. Even the black dinner suit with pinstripes…… obviously for a woman to wear.

There were dozens of pairs of shoes…. Jenny noted Karen’s interest in that area…. “Well, I do have a bit of an Imelda Marcos side….!!” She said, pointing to high heels, loafers, brothel-sloppers, short boots, knee-high boots, strappy sandals…… Too many to catalogue……

“You may choose what you like….. if my size isn’t quite right, I’ll apologize and we’ll find something different…….. Now, will you choose a formal outfit?... or a sexy one?.... or a femmy one?….. or a boyish one….? Take your time, Karen…… It’s a long evening ahead of us. I’m going to prepare for dinner while you choose…. So enjoy yourself……. Try any number on, just put them back as you found them, ok?”

Karen was amazed….. She was speechless. A little bit of Andy nearly came through but she held that back…. “My honey, you’re too kind…. Do you have any guidance for me?”

“Just make sure it’s comfortable……. There are some foundation garments in the drawer beneath that mirror, if you’d like to explore a little…….. sculpture?” Jenny indicated where Karen would find a waspie corset and other delights. “If you do, I’ll need to help you lace-up. Just call me if you do.” And off she went, leaving Karen in front of the mirror.

She slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders and hung it behind the door. Standing naked in front of the mirror, just like a certain television series that tells women to love the bodies they’re in — she turned to the left and to the right. No tits…. Oh, how she wished she had tits…… Otherwise, her figure did need some assistance…… She called Jenny back for the waspie.

“As tight as you like” she told Jenny. Jenny saw Karen’s hair was still in tight, tight rollers.

“You’re joking…. You don’t know just how tight that would be!” Jenny almost sneered… daring Karen to let her do her worst with the laces……. “Do you really mean that?”

“I do….” Karen whispered, not able to even think of retracting the request.

“OK, you asked for this……. “ Jenny said as she took hold of the strong laces and wrapped the corset around Karen’s waist. The metal clasps ran down the front of the garment and closed with relative ease. Jenny then pulled on the laces at the bottom of the corset. The stays immediately closed a little and, though nothing compared with what was to come, Karen took a sharp intake of breath. A glance in the mirror showed Karen’s hair was still in rollers.

“Now, prepare yourself……. Hold in your stomach muscles and breath in……” Jenny instructed.

As Karen did so, the laces were tightened more, and the pinch began to be felt around her waist. Jenny wrestled with the laces, pulling each individual strand through each eyelet….. ever tighter the corset became. “Not nearly enough…!” she exclaimed…… She was aware that the house was empty and nobody was listening……… “That’s probably only two or three inches…. I’ll go gently as you’ve not done this before… but we should get you to six inches by the time I’m finished…”

Jenny thought “I mean this…. She’s asked for a proper cinching, so she’ll get it — something else about tonight to remember!” She pulled even more strongly than before. Each inch less was harder to achieve than the one before.

Karen held her breath but Jenny said not to — she was going to wear this all evening and she couldn’t hold her breath that long! Tears almost welled-up between Karen’s flashy eyelashes.

“OK, enough, enough…” pleaded Karen……..

“Oh#, I don’t think so…… “ Jenny rejected the pleas……. “In fact, if you don’t stop complaining, you’ll have to have my cuffs on…….. I have to show you who’s boss….” And, with that, Jenny reached over to the bedside table and gripped the cuffs, swiftly fastening her captive where she stood. She pushed Karen forward so she stood over the foot of the bed…… cuffed to the bed-end.

“Your dressing can wait……” she whispered to Karen, getting close to her ear…. “I have surprise for you. Just a few more pulls and you’ll be tight enough…. Then…… you’ll be surprised what’s next.” The laces were finally tied and Karen breathed again, although she didn’t know how… the corset was so tight. She stood there. Cuffed to the bed.

She couldn’t turn round to see what Jenny was doing…… In truth, it was better she couldn’t …. because Jenny was getting carried away by this time. She was stepping into the lycra ‘peni-pants’ and, though Karen couldn’t see her, she was putting the dildo into the pouch. She was getting ready to see if her new girlfriend could take being penetrated.

“What are you doing, my lover?” Karen’s voice was tremulous…… She really didn’t know what to expect. Jenny put some gel on the fake penis and whispered, “Just relax………. You’re mine, now… all mine” She pressed the penis against Karen’s arse, suddenly revealing her intentions.

Stunned, Andy was faced with a decision…. Should he take it, like a man? Might it hurt? Of course, it might! Should he react and refuse? What would she say… after all, Jenny had started this…!! He didn’t know what to do. His arse was tense……… His mind was running riot.

Jenny realized the shock was a bit too much, so took to whispering into the ear once more…..

“Honey, you’re beautiful…. I really really love you and want to show you how much…. With this inside you, you’ll be giving me your virginity and I’ll love you all the more for that. Then you can have me whichever way you want…… I’d love this inside me and to have you lick all round my delicious pussy…. Would you do that for me, before you fuck me???”

There was nothing for it — to relax and let things happen as Jenny was making them happen. If it hurt, it hurt… she wanted him, and she had better take him.. now…… He spread his legs and offered his arse to her….. the gel was cold on his skin, but it did its job. As she pressed her penis home, Karen re-asserted herself and she cried out as if in ecstasy. The penis slid in, shallowly at first and then, with a few thrusts, as deeply as Jenny wanted. Karen couldn’t believe how deep it felt it was going……. Andy was conscious that Jenny’s thighs were now against the back of his own — there was no more penis to go in….. He was properly and fully fucked. Jenny pushed a little more and settled into a slow rhythmic movement — in and out, in and out. Soon she did cum.

Karen was full. Andy was shocked at himself — he didn’t enjoy this, but it was what Jenny wanted.

Exhausted, after withdrawing the penis from Karen’s arse, Jenny unlocked the cuffs and allowed Karen to fall onto the bed, falling right beside her, the peni-pants dripping in gel and whatever else was there. She needed to clean up.

Karen was saying nothing. She was somehow torn between total amazement at the fucking she had just received and feelings of near disgust that he, Andy, had allowed himself to be fucked……

In the end his feelings as Karen won through…… Her lover had taken her, had her, and loved her.

Jenny returned, sans penis and pants, to lie naked beside her lover. He too was naked…… Jenny saw Karen’s hair was still in rollers.

Neither said a word for what seemed like an hour… but was less.

“Now, you dress………” Jenny encouraged, “…my lover….!”

Karen did again as she was bidden….. She stepped into the walk-in wardrobe and began to rustle through all those beautiful clothes………. The colours amazed her, the fabrics too. The designs were something else……. What did she fancy the most?………. Something sophisticated and very very feminine……….

She started by slipping into her panties and bra, shivering in excitement as she did so. Already, the mirror saw a change in her. She began to move more slowly and sylph-like. Her suspender belt was easy to fasten and she then began rolling her stockings — darkest black and firm hold though sheer. She seat on the dressing table stool.

These beautiful stockings, she slipped over her left calf then her right, noting the way the colour of her nail polish on her toes changed as they were covered in the silky gossamer. She fixed each stocking to the clips, three on each leg, and stood to adjust their stretch and fit. The support stretch helped to shape her legs and she admired the fit in the mirror.

She was tempted to try a pair of shoes whilst dressed only in stockings, suspenders, bra and panties.

Indeed, should couldn’t resist… and gave in…… choosing a pair of high-heeled, black patent leather and strappy stilettos. Two-and-a-half inches, no more…. But enough to feel aggressively sexy. She admired herself in the mirror, from the rollers on her head, to the stilettos on her feet.

Fuck me! Thought Karen……

Her attention turned to the choice between a skirt and blouse or a dress. And if it were a dress, what kind — a neat cocktail dress?

No, not the ‘little black number’ often admired by so many…. No, a wildly feminine flouncing, full dress……. That would be right.

There were three. One in beautiful pale blue and white, with frills to die for. Another was in a fiery red that would have caused a flamenco dancer to go wild. Finally, a third was in a print in autumn colours, reds and yellows and orange….. Puffy sleeves were kinda sexy and a high neck hid his craw-like skin in that area… The length was right as well — swirling about mid-calf level as Karen held it up in front of herself in the mirror. It would swish against the nylon of her stockings beautifully. That was the one…… Autumn fires!

Jewelry, that was next. Earrings, a necklace and a bracelet would be right. Karen’s ears weren’t pierced…. Yet?......he wondered ….. but clasps would be fine, if Jenny had any… Yes! She does! Andy chose a stunning pair of gold rings with amber coloured stones and put them on his ears. Luckily, they came with a matching necklace with several amber stones which highlighted a colour in his dress. There was also a bracelet that completed the look.

He held out a hand towards the mirror and stood, model-pose, with one of his/her patent shoes to the fore. His/her nail polish glinted in the ceiling spotlight. The dress had been a perfect choice — just the right length, to below Karen’s knee. It all looked gorgeous…… Apart from the rollers in her hair. These, though sexy in their own way, were now crying out to be removed and to have Jenny do her magic with the comb-out. ……Some back-combing? ………No doubt!

Andy had got dressed all by himself. He was pleased with the effect and the image he had created with Jenny’s own clothes. It was girly…. Gorgeously girly…… ok, he wasn’t a girl …… but he felt girly enough — in fact he felt more girly than almost ever he had!

Jenny had watched him, for all of thirty minutes. Saying nothing. Smiling in approval when certain items were chosen, frowning when they weren’t appropriate (and some he had picked out were definitely not appropriate!) She had enjoyed the ’floor show’ and planned, when Karen was re-created, to ask Andy to do ‘the Catwalk’ for her. Her bedroom in her old house was large enough to ‘do the walk’, pose and retrace steps.

(Andy didn’t know that, as she lay there, watching, Jenny was comforting herself with the dildo, squeezing it gently within herself… Mmmmmmmm, she murmured occasionally! )

“Now, before I finish off your hair, Karen, you must display your beautiful ensemble to me, for approval. So, check yourself over — I don’t want to see any flaws in your make-up, your dressing, or your deportment - You must do your very best to be the woman that you are. Be proud of yourself. Be assertive with your audience…….. Be yourself, only larger than life!”

Andy was gone… Jenny had achieved what she set out to do. He was now Karen — in her own mind, but also in his own! She could tell by the way, as instructed, he posed before setting off… Posing for himself in the mirror. He was she. Karen posed for herself, again admiring the way she had created the look that she now saw in the mirror. From a free choice of Jenny’s wardrobe.

Karen recalled what she had seen — only occasionally — of the way models adopt the ‘face’ for the catwalk. How they fix on a point above the audience and focus on that. Where a camera would be. Then, having done so, she set off to walk the ten paces across the room.

This was her performance for Jenny. Karen felt a fluttering in her heart — unlike anything she had ever experienced……… She was doing this for her lover to watch.

As she reached the end of the walk, she stopped and stepped one leg to the side…. And posed.

Just like a real model.

Just like Jenny wanted.

She leapt up and hung her arms around Karen’s shoulders. Naturally, she was taller than Jenny, so one foot lifted as she closed her mouth over his, and tasted the lipstick again. She had used long-lasting, no-smudge lipstick so was free to kiss for as long as she wanted. Karen didn’t break the kiss… they embraced for an eternity, tongues probing eachothers’ mouths.

When they finally extricated themselves, pausing for breath…… Jenny moved the scenario on…

To the dressing table, and combing-out Karen’s hair.

She hoped there was enough to work with for what she had in mind. A really lovely bubbly curl style that would shout ‘freedom’ in a riot of beautifully-formed springy rolls, the redness of the previous colour highlighting each curl with light and dark shades. So what if some white showed through….. It would help the look….. she hoped!

She removed the first curl, behind Karen’s crown, to prolong the secret. Then another. Then, another….. And another. Still nothing could be seen in the mirror. Karen still didn’t know what to expect…….

A fourth, a fifth, and a sixth — still the same. Jenny now judged that this style would be a success. She had carefully laid the rolls of hair back where they had dried. It looked perfect. She would back-comb the roots of each, to add volume and height…. But not ruin the roll of the curls.

Eventually, the back was done, the back-combing doing just what she wanted. So Jenny teased Karen with a down-beat… “Oh, dear…. Oh, if only…. Never mind..”

“What’s wrong??” asked Karen, fearing a disaster…. “What’s gone wrong??!” She couldn’t see!

“Oh, well, …. Let me go on…. It’ll look good when I’m done….” Downbeat… Jenny remained.

“What IS wrong??” Andy, now, repeated, fearing a real disaster…. “What HAS gone wrong??!”

“Nothing, lover… I’m just teasing. You’re going to LOVE this when you see it… I’m delighted!”

Jenny was reassuring in her tone. Karen’s ‘voice’ had disappeared — she wanted it back.

She went on: “Honest, I was joking……… I’m arranging some lovely curls round the back before I do the crown and the framing of your lovely face. Then, you’ll be ready for our dinner together. By the way, I’ve booked for us to go to the local Thai restaurant. They do some lovely food and funnily enough, I do suspect that one of the waitresses is a ‘Ladyboy’ — if you know what I mean. I’ll finish you off before I change and you can relax before we go out…”

“I’m still not sure about going out……..” mumbled Andy, half-Karen, half himself….

“Really…..” Time to be firm again, thought Jenny, …. “Well, I’m not missing a Thai meal for anyone! And I don’t want you staying in here all by yourself”

No more was said while Jenny began to work on Karen’s curls. Each roller was unwound with care, the resulting roll of hair settling gently.

The style developed as Karen, now restored to quiet confidence in what was going on, sat back and watched. It was a dream come true…… Having a beautiful feminine hairstyle created around her face. The rollers were replaced with rolls of curls, shining with the different colours that Jenny had decided to leave.

Each curl was back-combed at the roots, so they stood a couple of inches above her scalp. Karen’s hair now looked very full and beautifully styled. Jenny showed her the back in a hand-held mirror.

“Perfect!” Karen purred at the sight. Her hand rose to feel the way the curls were held in their positions. Each sprung under her touch, caressing her fingers. Karen saw again how her fingernails had changed… and now looked utterly feminine!

Her eyes turned back to the mirror facing her, and the fully made-up face, eyelashes and all……

What preparation for a night out with a lover! Karen was now driving his thoughts. Andy was nowhere to be detected.

“Thank you, darling Jenny.” Karen uttered, her hand slipping inside the hand that rested on her shoulder. “I couldn’t have dreamed of anything more perfect……. You’re an absolute genius.” Karen felt the tightness of the corset around her waist as she sat there. Jenny felt the fullness of the dildo in her pussy as she stood behind her new girlfriend. Both were in a state of high arousal.

Andy’s cock strained within his tight undergarments. Jenny’s pussy was now so wet, she felt she had pee-ed herself, though she knew she hadn’t. Sex would have easily overcome the pair of them, there and then, but in a moment of remarkable restraint, Karen said “Isn’t it time you got yourself ready to go out for dinner?”

“So, you’re coming out then, are you?” Jenny inquired, half-smiling, half disbelieving….. It wouldn’t have been impossible for Karen to refuse; she knew that.

“Forgive me for losing the plot just then, of course, I’d love to dine with you at the Thai….” Karen was perfecting the slightly husky whisper that was the best female voice she could manage. I’ll need training if I’m to do this regularly, he thought.

Jenny ‘shoo-ed’ Karen out of the bedroom with a commanding “Get me another Martini!” That dildo had to come out now… it needed to be kept for later and you can have too much of a good thing, Jenny thought.

Left to herself, she looked in the same mirror at which Karen’s transformation had taken place. “You clever girl!” she said to herself, out loud. “He has everything you want in a man….. except tits, perhaps!” and she laughed out loud. “He can take a cock, but he can give me his cock in return. He can wear heels and stockings, and yet he can kiss my pussy as well as any woman I’ve ever enjoyed…… He loves his hair to look so girly, and yet there are moments when he’s all-male. What a man!”

She showered and washed her own hair, emerging with it towel-dried and awaiting setting. She rolled her hair and sprayed it with loads of setting lotion, giving a first blast with a hand-held drier.

She then traced Karen’s footsteps into her wardrobe and selected a, purposely androgynous, outfit of tight jeans, tight blouse, high heels boots and minimal jewelry.

All-woman, but in no way competing with Karen in femininity. Show some respect! She thought.

In making-up her face, she decided that this Jenny could be as glamorous as Karen….. Little foundation - she was lucky enough to have nearly flawless skin, the rest was more dramatic. Right through to bright eyeshadow, liner, false lashes and loads of mascara too. High gloss lipstick would be perfect. Ruby Red.

She brushed her cheeks with blusher and stood back. Not competing, but equally as attractive as Karen in many ways. And attractive to her, Karen, she knew for a fact!

Finally, she fired-up the hair-dryer again and finished her hair, taking rollers off rapidly to allow the spiral curls to tumble around her face and down towards her shoulders. He spritzed herself with delightful fragrance — one of her favourites — Miss Dior.

She emerged from the bedroom to find Karen just looking out of the window — dreaming of whatever, she couldn’t know. She looked content though.

“I’ve never, ever, felt like this before…” Karen admitted, without being asked. “I could stay here for ever, if only you would have me….”

“Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves…. I don’t plan my life around the first fuck, you know! What kind of a girl do you think I am…??” Jenny said, again laughing out loud. “At least let me get a dinner out of you for starters!”

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The dinner passed uneventfully. The drive to the restaurant un-nerved Karen momentarily, but she soon recovered. There was no sign of any ‘Ladyboy’ in the serving staff. They were just what the world, and all the other diners, saw…. Two women having dinner.

They talked about the week ahead. It had been agreed that Karen was not going home — not yet at least. Jenny was therefore going to go shopping for Karen’s clothes in her lunch hour tomorrow, Monday. There were three stores within easy reach that would have enough choice in a size 16 to accommodate Karen’s shape.

She had already formulated a list. New underwear, at least three blouses or girly shirts — with emphasis on ‘girly’ — some trousers and a skirt….. and maybe another dress. Not all ‘indoor’ wear. Jenny was determined to get Karen out and about some more, perhaps later in the week.

The critical thing, that concerned Jenny if not Karen, was her lack of tits…… Karen needed realistic breasts. Realistic to look at, but more importantly, realistic for her to feel. Nothing could be quite like nature, Jenny knew that, and her own tits gave her great pleasure. Karen might never experience her own nipples growing so much that just brushing them would induce an orgasm — and Jenny knew how possible that was — but Karen — or Andy - deserved tits that moved with her every turn and breath. Where could she get him some???!

When they returned from the restaurant, and Karen again slipped into a nightie from Jenny’s ample selection, neither woman could face removing all their make-up, or rolling their hair for the morning. They slipped between the sheets and nestled into eachothers’ arms and, after cuddling and some deeply satisfying kissing, slipped into sleep.

Dreaming of the week to come………………………… in Chapter 11