Mare's Tales - Chapter 26 – by: Beverly Taff

Once they have realised there is no threat, village and country folk
will accept the unusual much faster than townsfolk. A personal
relationship can develop much quicker and they will accept someone
much quicker than city-dwellers who live wrapped up in the prejudices
and terrors that the cold anonymity of urban life creates.

This was the case with my centaur friends. After a few carefully
orchestrated visits by each centaur and some friendly visits to the
local school and police station my friends removed most if not all the
antagonism. Some patient explanations about why they had become
centaurs helped to dispel any lingering suspicions and it wasn't long
before the villagers had come to regard the centaurs as 'theirs'.

They had a few objections to the trippers who arrived regularly hoping
to catch sight of the centaurs but this brought trade to the village.
They tended to be defensive about 'their' centaurs and even went to my
friends assistance if they found them being mobbed too much. Any
visitor's questions concerning the centaurs would invariably be
answered by the villagers with a vague reply about them being- 'around
quite often, but not here at the moment'. By and large however there
was little disturbance and eventually my centaur friends could come and
go more or less as they pleased. The nicest occasions were the quiet
summer evenings after the tourists had gone. My friends would
occasionally give a small village child a treat by letting their
parents place the child on their backs for a short ride. Within months
they were accepted as welcome residents of the village.

At the village fete they won the whole-hearted support of the village
by selling 'centaur rides' to the visiting children. The large sum
earned this way endeared them to the village's hearts forever.

As we finally settled down to the pleasant round of village life I
found time to reflect upon the vows I had made all those years ago as a
young girl at Miss Lanes. My dear friends were now totally out of their
misery and my promises to them had been fulfilled. The final crowning
glory was when they eventually obtained their driving licenses and were
free to go where and when they chose. With my days now spent in idle
luxury I was able to devote more time to my own dear children.

I visited them regularly at Miss Lanes and brought them home every
weekend to enjoy the fruits of the new found wealth from our royalties.
There we spent each weekend like a happy commune in the privacy of the
hall grounds.

Inevitably my friends became envious of my four children and Margaret's
two. I caught then watching the children as they played in the grounds
one afternoon and sensed that they were feeling a little low. After
some chiding and prompting I finally managed to extract the cause of
their sadness and we resolved to do something about it.

Veronica and Cynthia decided to get pregnant to me whilst Jacqueline,
who was a transsexual and couldn't have children, decided to have a
foal by Jenny. Naturally we had to keep these events secret until they
were born.

The villagers were a little nonplussed by the events but no one
questioned the nature of their conceptions for they remained ignorant
of our personal affairs. We had to be circumspect about their many
sensibilities however and only Dot or I pushed the babies around in
the buggies whilst Jacky's foal was kept at the hall.

The following summer as the holidays approached I decided to seize the
opportunity to take my two older children, Bernard and Jeanette, on
holiday with me.

I had always fancied sailing around the world on a yacht so I made this
my next goal in life.

Jane's long experience with ships and shipping stood her in good stead
to join me in my venture. After she had graduated from Miss Lanes
academy, she had enjoyed a lot of leisure sailing in her old uncle's
yacht. She had even inherited it when he had died and left the shipping
agency business to her. There was little she did not know about yachts
and cruising. She finally sold her uncle's yacht when the business had
grown and demanded all her time. Nevertheless, she had always hankered
after another yacht. Her dreams and ideals complemented my own.

That summer found Jane, Margaret, myself, and our children seeking a
suitable craft. Eventually we found what we wanted, a very large steel
yacht with ample deck space and lot's of scope for conversion. By late
autumn we had developed and honed our skills and we were ready for my
dream voyage. The boat was modified and strengthened to accommodate the
centaur's needs. The centaurs raised quite a few eyebrows amongst the
yachting fraternity when they visited. However, once aboard the yacht
and at sea we had all the privacy we needed.

The centaurs had decided that they would not want to come with us on
all the legs of the voyage for their strange condition would cause too
many problems in countries where human rights were not properly
respected. They would however, accompany us on the legs between more
liberal countries and then join us by plane at other countries. The
voyage was not intended as a test of endurance. We simply wanted to
enjoy ourselves.

Finally, on one still and misty winter morn our yacht slipped quietly
from its moorings and set sail on our dream voyage around the world.

Jane, Margaret and I stood four-hour watches, but when the centaurs
accompanied us they joined us as extra lookouts. I had Veronica as my
watch partner while Margaret had Jenny and Jane had developed a close
relationship with Cynthia. When not on watch we simply shared our large
special bunks with our watch mates while Jacqueline simply split her
time between the three of us couples as and when she felt like it. She
also took charge of the catering and organised the older children in
shipboard routine and lessons. Dot cared for the younger children and
supervised the daily cleaning routines.

After the first few days of busy coastal traffic we settled down to the
more relaxed routine of long sea passages. We soon gained our sea legs
and became accustomed to the easy motion of the boat.

Sharing a bunk with a centaur in the rolling motion of a sea-going
yacht is a very interesting experience. Centaurs can lie comfortably
without being rolled around by the yacht. Consequently, I spent most of
my sleeping hours embraced between Veronica's forelegs and arms with my
erect cock lodged firmly into Vee's tailor-made human pussy

The gentle rocking of the boat would regularly roll me tight against
her and drive my turgid cock hard against her buried internal clitty.
Thus each evening, Vee was brought to a whimpering orgasm as we lay in
each other's embrace. There was a slight problem in that the constant
stimulation left Vee drained but we solved this in a novel way.

In the off-watch periods Vee and Dot ran up a rather clever sleeping
garment to circumvent the problems of constant stimulation. They made a
clever teddy-cum- nighty arrangement from Lycra. The lower part fitted
fairly generously around her lower flanks and allowed her front and
rear legs complete freedom of movement. The upper bodice fitted her
torso fairly snugly and gave her a sensuous feeling as the soft Lycra
cups gently massaged her breasts whilst they supported them. They
worked out that if I slid down into the lower loose fitting portion I
was then held gently against her pony tummy while my waist was squeezed
against her girl pussy and her forelegs could be wrapped around my
waist.

This prevented me from riding up along her tummy so that my cock
couldn't approach her girl-pussy. My breasts then pressed gently
against her human waist whilst my face ended up level with her
cleavage. This way I slept curled around her front while she lay on her
side with my lips occasionally sampling the delights of her soft pink
nipples. I was then held firmly against her while the soft clingy Lycra
caressed my bum. Thus we slept, bonded together safe and comfortable
while the yacht pitched and rolled easily to the gentle seas. Our habit
of sleeping like this however led us to an embarrassing event one
evening.

It was during the first bit of bad weather and the yacht was running
before a heavy gale. The sea was heavy and shock like and the yacht was
pitching and yawing as the seas thundered over us.

She was a very strongly built steel cruiser and well able to withstand
what was being thrown at her that night. The wind screamed in the
rigging as the yacht was driven along under bare poles while the seas
hammered and pounded the stern. Veronica and I were snuggled up in our
bunk while Jenny and Margaret were keeping watch.

Suddenly the boat pitched down into a particularly deep trough and the
wave broke over us with a deafening roar as it 'pooped'. The yacht
shuddered and creaked as the water crashed against the steel deck
housing. The sudden lurch and accompanying crash woke the children and
they became scared. The little ones were sleeping with Dot in a seven-
berth cabin whilst the older ones were sharing a communal crew cabin
forward. The sudden pitch of the bow had rudely awoken the three older
ones as the yacht tilted crazily down into the trough. Dot had little
trouble comforting the little ones and they simply cuddled up with her
in her large bunk but Bernard, Jeanette and Susan had suffered a nasty
fright. Susan went whimpering to her mum in the wheelhouse whilst my
two, Bernard and Jeanette, burst into my cabin crying for me.

They were close to the age of full sexual awareness but they still
shared the same cabin. It would be any day now when one of the girls
realised that Bernard was different despite his comely feminine
appearance. I noticed that they rarely shared the same bunk these days.
This night however Bernard and Jeanette slipped nervously into our
cabin and demanded to join Vee and I because they were scared. Despite
their approaching maturity they could still revert occasionally to
children and need comforting.

I was enormously embarrassed at the children finding Vee and me so
intimately entwined and I struggled awkwardly out of our shared nighty.

Self-consciously I groped in the dark for my own sleeping teddy.
Unfortunately, Bernard switched the light on just as I was kneeling
stark naked on the bed groping under the pillow for my teddy.
Despite my trying to remain modest, both children spotted my enormous
erect penis. I tried to slide down the back of the bunk and motion to
Vee to get my teddy but she had a fit of the giggles and simply lay
helplessly with her flanks trembling.

I motioned the children onto the bed and slid around the bunk to reach
the pillows.

Their eyes followed me and could feel their gaze trying to peer over
the edge of the bunk to look at my embarrassing condition. It was
obvious that both children were aware that something had been going on
between us but they were not sure exactly what. With relief I finally
found my sleeping teddy and slipped it over my head. The children's
searching gaze finished as they heard the poppers snap closed in my
crotch. There was little now to interest them.

They simply wanted to share our bed because they were afraid of the
storm. There was no way that I, as their parent, could deny them their
childhood rights so I motioned to them to turn their heads and avert
their gaze as I clambered up onto the bunk. Despite my erect penis now
being enclosed in the teddy it was still forming a very embarrassing
lump. Vee had got over her fit of the giggles and motioned both
children to lie in the crook of her forelimbs. She had discreetly
snapped the poppers of her front crotch and presented a respectable
front. Jeanette cuddled up to Vee while Bernard squashed up against
Jeanette and I lay with my back to them so that my erection wouldn't be
apparent. Within moments the children were fast asleep again and I
heard Vee giggling again.

"It's not funny!" I admonished her.

She reached over the children and gently stroked my neck.

"It is," she countered.

At first I couldn't help smiling but soon sobered up again as I
wondered what the children had made of my penis. There was no doubt
that Bernard had seen it.

Eventually Vee and I dozed off and remembered nothing else until we
felt Jenny gently shaking us. The children wriggled in their sleep but
we managed to creep out of bed without disturbing them as we dressed
for the watch.

We arrived in the wheelhouse to find Margaret's face illuminated by the
soft glow of the compass and Jenny making some coffee. Little Susan was
fast asleep in the corner. I studied the charts and took over the
watch. Without the steadying influence of any sails, the yachts' masts
wrote a frenzied scrawl across the creeping flicker of the dawn so I
settled down to keep a steadying hand on the wheel.

Margaret, Jenny and Susan crept down below to a well-earned rest while
Vee settled into the corner of the wheelhouse to keep a lookout. In the
cosy warmth of the wheelhouse we chatted idly as the storm slowly blew
itself out. The weak milky light of dawn finally won it's struggle with
the storm clouds and daylight eventually returned in the east. We
decided to set a tiny storm sail and Vee dressed herself in the special
storm suits we'd had made for the centaurs. With the special rubber
shoes on her hooves she stepped nimbly out on deck. Four legs are much
better than two when a deck is pitching and heaving and Vee skilfully
set the sail in the same time it would have taken two bipeds. With the
crucial scrap of canvas set, the yacht's motion calmed a little and
Veronica went below to wake Dot and Jane.

The sound of her hooves on the upper deck had woken Bernard. The
daylight reassured him and he crept self-consciously into the
wheelhouse. He was frightened by the towering seas all around us and
squirmed up onto my knee as I sat in the pilot chair. Once there he
relaxed and studied the instruments. Normally he would have checked
our position on the chart for he was beginning to understand
navigation but this morning he remained unusually silent. I could
tell he had something on his mind. The instruments soon lost his
interest he turned to me. Biting his lip he took the plunge.

"Mummy. Have you really got the same thing as me down there?"

"What d'you mean darling?" I replied.

"Well, last night- when we came into bed. I definitely saw a boy's
thing where you should have a girls thing."

The moment I had been dreading had finally arrived. Despite having
prepared the answers a thousand times, it was still going to prove
difficult. How on earth can a mother explain to her son that she is
also his father as well? How can she also explain to her son that he is
also her daughter as well? I was going to have to choose my words very
carefully. I decided to test the waters first and find out how much he
knew.

"Darling, how much do you know about boys and girls?"

He frowned as he spoke slowly.

"Well Susan's got a vagina where I've got my penis. Is it rude to use
those words?"

"No," I reassured him softly.

The last thing I wanted was for my children to become inhibited about
their bodies.

'God Knows' I thought. They would have enough problems when their true
nature became more apparent. I waited silently as he gathered his
thoughts.

"I know what they are called because Aunty Margaret's told us the
correct words."

"Yes love. Go on," I prompted.

He paused again and it took all my patience and care not to try and
pump him about his knowledge. I bit my lip as I waited patiently. He
stared at the console then looked nervously at me again before
continuing.

"Well- uhhm- Jeanette's vagina is just like Susan's but- but her tickly
thing is much bigger- a- and it grows- a- and it gets quite hard-"

He paused again nervously.

"It's a bit like my penis- b- but smaller."

"How do you know all this darling?" I inquired gently trying not to
display the shock I felt.

"Well, Jeanette's shown me. It goes hard if her knickers get too tight
when we're playing."

"Playing what?" I inquired gently but nervously.

"Oh anything mummy, tag, or wrestling or anything."

"Yes, I understand that darling, but how do you know it gets hard?" I
persisted.

"She's shown me after seeing mine get hard. I was in the bathroom one
morning and she came in unexpectedly and saw it. The- then she made me
let her feel it."

"Go on," I prompted softly. Trying not to show my anxiety.

"Well she was proud that hers was as hard as mine and she made me feel
hers. She said that hers could grow as big as mine one day. Is that
true?"

"I don't think so darling," I reassured him, "Go on."

"Well then she told me that Susan's tickly thing was no where near as
big as hers and that she and I were very special. Is it true?"

My mind was doing back flips as I tried to assimilate what he was
telling me. I was stunned to learn how far the three of them had
traveled down the roads of intimacy. Margaret and I had certainly been
negligent in letting our children live so closely all their lives. Now
there was no way we could undo what had already been done and it was no
use getting angry with the children. That would only give them
complexes. Their lives would be complicated enough with the
hermaphrodism and everything.

I gently hugged Bernard to me and decided to explain all about myself.
He was still unaware of the vestigial vagina lurking behind his scrotum
just waiting for the hormones to pounce. When that time came it would
be time enough to enlighten him but for the time being I hoped my life
story would suffice. I started with what he had seen during the night.

"What you saw in the bed last night was mummy's penis. You see I am a
very special mummy because I am your daddy as well. Years ago, when I
was only a little older than you are now, Aunty Margaret discovered
that I was both a boy and girl at the same time. She learned that I
could both give and have babies but they had to do some operations on
me to make it easier for me to have my babies. I was very lucky because
not long after that I had Jeanette and you together as twins. The nice
thing was that I had made my own twins but the sad thing was that I was
too young to keep you so Granny Mary and Grandpa Jack brought you up
until I was old enough to look after you.

Another nice thing is that I am also Susan's daddy so that's why we
brought you up together. You are brothers and sisters."

Bernard solemnly accepted all this. His life with the centaurs had
inured him to novelty and the concept of both sexes existing in the
same body was no novelty to him. He had seen the telltale bulge under
Jenny's' unitard and knew that she was part stallion and part girl. He
hugged me and squeezed his cheek against my breasts as he spoke.

"I wish I could be a girl as well as a boy."

A warm feeling infused my whole being as I hugged him tight and
relished the day when we could make that wish come true.

"Do you really wish that?" I smiled.

"Yes," he whispered happily. "It must be really nice to wear soft
pretty cloths. Not just under my jeans, but always; like a proper
girl."

"Well you never know dear. Someday you might be able to."

"Can I mummy? Can I really?"

The hopeful urgency in his voice made me ache with happiness.

"If you really want to be, darling," I whispered to him.

He twisted round in my arms and planted a desperately hard kiss right
on my lips as his arms squeezed us even tighter together. Then, our
embrace slackened and we settled back to watch the long rolling swell
until Vee returned with our breakfasts.

"Oh, I didn't realise Bernard was up here as well. D'you want something
to eat lad."

Happily he nodded his head and slipped off my knee to follow Veronica's
rump and swishing tail into the galley. I was left to ponder the
conversation I had just shared and I chewed thoughtfully on my
breakfast. Veronica returned shortly and sat beside me as she wolfed
down the huge breakfast she had prepared for herself. I watched the
huge portions disappear and smiled to myself. 'Vee was not afflicted of
sea-sickness, that was for certain'. She caught me smiling and looked
at me quizzically as she patted her breasts.

"Don't forget I'm still nursing your baby. I've got to feed my whole
body and make enough milk for our daughter."

The thought of my babies by Veronica and Cynthia down in the nursery
with Dot brought a warm contented feeling to my heart. The whole yacht
was virtually a kindergarten and the only baby missing was Jacky's foal
by Jenny. That however was an impossible scenario and the foal had been
left back at home. Jacky however was still in milk and we savoured the
delights of her mares milk and human milk as the hormones affected both
her sets of breasts. It was a rare yacht that offered unlimited fresh
milk on passage. There was nothing wrong with mare's milk. Genghis Khan
had been reared on it as a baby.

It is needless to dwell on the fact that life for us was quite intimate
within the small world of the yacht. Our open relationships meant that
we adults mixed freely within our well-knit group. There was a total
trust between us and a deep understanding of each others feelings and
rights so it came as a surprise late one evening when Jane complained
that somebody had taken her favourite stretch lacy teddy.

"I'm rather hurt that someone should take it without asking and
not return it," complained Jane.

The row of surprised faces and categorical denials led me to suspect it
was not one of us adults. There were only three of us who could be
under suspicion because it would not have fitted the centaurs. It had
to be either me, Margaret or Dot.

Suddenly I recalled the conversation I had had with Bernard some days
before. He had described how he would like to be a girl and enjoy the
pretty feminine things they wore and it set little alarm bells tinkling
in my brain. I remembered when I had arrived at the first exciting
stage of transvestism and how I had sneaked off with some of my
cousin's underwear. I stood up and put my finger to my lips.

"Just wait here a minute girls. I think I might know where it could
be."

Quietly I crept into the older children's cabin in the bows to find
Bernard, Jeanette and Susan sound asleep. The others had followed me in
silence and we smiled to each other as we studied the blissful
expressions of the three adolescents fast asleep in their bunks. Gently
I peeled back Bernard's duvet and my suspicions were confirmed. He was
wearing Jane's lacy pink body-shaper. Jane let out a little gasp and
giggled but I put my finger to my lips as I gently peeled the duvet
further back.

The telltale bulge under the soft clingy material told the whole story;
his brave little manhood was rock hard. Bernard was definitely
transvestite and our discovery only confirmed what we already knew.

His theft of the teddy only confirmed the strength of his needs. The
time had come for him to make that crucial decision. I gently replaced
the duvet and motioned everybody silently out of the cabin. Once in the
main saloon again we discussed these developments.

Margaret and I had been half expecting it so it came as no surprise.
We were only puzzled that it hadn't started earlier. It was a bit
crowded in the saloon with the four centaurs, Margaret, Jane and myself
but we got ourselves comfortable as I called the meeting to order.
Dot had agreed to take the watch as we discussed the developments.

"Firstly, I'm a little saddened that Bernard didn't have enough trust
to come to me about his the strength of feelings," I apologised to
Jane, "but it could be my fault for not anticipating this. He mentioned
his urges to me some days back and I should have heeded the warning
then."

"There's no need to be concerned about it dear," soothed Jane, "Why
both you and I started out that way."

"Oh it's not the transvestism that upsets me Jane. It's the theft of
your body-shaper. Margaret and I have known about his hermaphrodism
since birth and we've been expecting this now for some time. It might
surprise you to know that Jeanette's a marginal hermaphrodite as well."

A slight shock registered on Jane's' face but she shrugged her
shoulders and spoke.

"Well I should have realised that. What with you being their father and
mother. There's no end to the variety of life is there."

We all chuckled softly as the mirth rippled around the saloon. Jane had
only been with us in the latter times and she was still discovering the
odd little surprise.

"So what are we going to do about it?" I asked generally.

"It's entirely up to you Bev. She's your son."

There was a long silence as my friends sat deep in their own thoughts.
We all knew that natural transvestites found Miss Lane's regime quite
tolerable. It was the involuntary ones who suffered for the first year
or so. Jane and I had arrived there as 'discovered transvestites' so we
knew how Bernard felt.

It was Jenny and Jacky who had been forcibly placed in petticoats.
Jenny had always detested it but Jacky had grown quite enamoured of her
new role and even enjoyed her sex change. It was their opinions I
wanted to hear.

"And he's definitely a transvestite?" demanded Jacky.

"Yes. Quite definitely," I confirmed.

"Well so long as Miss Lane is made fully cognisant of their
hermaphrodism then there should be no problems," conceded Jenny.

I weighted Jenny's' opinion quite heavily, for it was she who had
suffered the most wretchedly at Miss Lanes'. If Jenny was agreeable
then I would be happy.

It was subsequently decided to let Bernard have his way and settle down
to his transvestism. It was only going to be a staging post anyway on
his journey through life.

The following morning I slipped quietly into their cabin and gently
roused Bernard from his slumbers.

Sometime during the night he had slipped his pyjamas over the body
shaper as though in anticipation of being woken in the morning. He
mumbled grumpily as I gently led him to our cabin and sat him on my
and Veronicas bed.

As I whispered I casually unbuttoned the pyjama jacket to reveal the
soft pink body-shaper that Jane had so sorely missed. For a few seconds
he must have forgotten he had it on and it wasn't until I gently
stroked his neck that he stiffened nervously. As I felt his nervous
tension I gently plucked the elasticated shoulder strap and he jerked
with fright.

"Where did you get this lovely thing from my pet?" I whispered.

The soft tone of my voice and the gentle hug I gave him made him
realise that I wasn't angry with him for wearing it.

"I- I- f- found it mummy," he stammered nervously.

"I know that my darling. But it's not yours is it?"

I gently tugged the shoulder straps and plucked the flabby cups that
sagged against his budding breasts. He had been wearing a trainer bra
for several years in the hope of success and it was only now that he
had any genuine use for it. Nevertheless the full C-cups of Jane's
adult sized teddy hung like a sack on him.

"It doesn't even fit you properly does it? Look; these cups are loose,
there's not much to fill them."

Bernard wriggled nervously as my hands wandered under the lacy cups to
feel his nipples.

"Nothing much yet anyway; see," I repeated.

He raised his hands to his throat like a maid protecting her breasts
and I smiled as I removed mine. I kissed his forehead as I loosened his
pyjama trousers and they fell to the floor. Then I let my hands wander
down his body and twiddle the loose lace scalloping that hung limply
from his derriere. The body shaper was far too big for him and only
stretched where his brave little organ had become proudly erect. He
tried to cross his legs like a maid protecting her nudity but there was
no way his disobedient little organ was going to be subjugated. My poor
child was hopelessly confused and ashamed his duality. I smiled softly
to him and gently hugged him again.

"Don't worry my pet. I know exactly how you feel. I've been through
exactly the same things myself, don't be afraid."

He whimpered softly and returned my hug as a little tear ran down his
cheek and dripped on my shoulder.

"Don't worry darling, there's nothing to be ashamed of. For you this is
all perfectly natural. You'll grow up to understand it all in good
time."

I gently held his arms and looked into his moist eyes as I fingered the
body-shaper.

"Would you like some of these that fit properly?" I whispered.

He sobbed softly and hugged me again before answering.

"Oh yes mummy. They're lovely and silky. I hate my boy's clothes; they
are so coarse and drab. I like what Jeanette and Susan wear; those soft
stretchy clingy things with all the bright colours."

I knew exactly how my baby felt for I had felt exactly the same pangs
when I was a little younger than him. All the memories of my frustrated
early years flooded back to me as I hugged my baby tight and shared his
tears.

"Why are you crying mummy. You're not angry are you?"

"Oh no my darling. I'm simply thinking back to my childhood when I
discovered I liked silky things. I was younger even than you when I
first tried something silky on. They're so soft and lovely aren't
they?"

"Mmmm," nuzzled Bernard as he wriggled sensuously in the silky lace
body-shaper. "Can I keep this one until I get some of my own clothes
mummy," he begged.

"We'll have to ask Jane won't we. It's hers really, isn't it?"

He nodded guiltily as he whispered 'Yes'. So I hugged him and stood up.

"Wait here a moment darling. I'll go and ask her if she'll forgive
you."

Being a transvestite herself, Jane was fully aware Bernard's situation.
She smiled and giggled as she rooted through her draw. Triumphantly she
produced an even smaller body-shaper and handed it to me.

"Here. This'll fit him better I think. It was always a bit too tight
for me. I've only ever worn it a couple of times."

I held up the deliciously frilly pale Persian blue body shaper and
smiled as I squeezed Jane thankfully. It even had suspenders. This was
going to be a wonderful treat for Bernard.

"I'd still like my favourite one back. He hasn't- you know-spoilt it or
anything has he."

"Oh no," I hastened to reassure her. "He's still not developed in that
direction yet. At least, I don't think so."

"Good. I think you'll find that one excellent. It's an A. A.' cup and
not cut very high over the leg. It'll be an excellent 'starter' for
him."

She paused again before rooting through her stocking drawer.

"Here. He should have these as well, they're only size 3 to 7. It's a
good job I'm such a small girl."

I received the stockings thankfully and held the body shaper against my
nighty.

"How come this is so small? It would never go near you now."

Jane smiled as she revealed its' origins.

"Miss Lane had it run up for me when I was still growing up at the
academy. You see, I was only a weekly boarder before my mother died and
I used to go home each weekend. My mother insisted that the full
restraining corsets would be a 'give-away' if someone discovered them
when I was at home so she arranged that I should wear this one under
my frocks when I was presented to her friends. It's much too small for
me now, but, like most transvestites, I couldn't bear to part with it
because of the memories it holds for me about my mother. Go on, it'll
fit Bernard perfectly. It's a shame to let it languish in my drawer."

I kissed her thankfully one more time and fingered the lovely garment
between my fingers as I held it to my cheeks. Jane's scent filled my
nostrils and I imagined Bernard's pleasure when he slipped into it. I
couldn't wait for him to try it on.

I found him in front of my dressing table still wearing Jane's
favourite body shaper. He had been looking at some of my make-up and
turned guiltily when I returned. I smiled softly as I held up the blue
body-shaper.

"Come on, try this one. Jane says you can keep this one but she wants
that other one back."

His eyes widened with appreciation as he studied the new garment.

"Oh mummy. It's got straps."

"Yes darling. They're called suspenders and they hold up these."

I produced the stockings with a flourish and he reached out trembling
with excitement to touch them. I could see he was desperate to try them
but I decided to prolong his torment.

"Not yet young lady. It's a shower and a pedicure first. We don't want
you laddering your first pair of stockings do we? Go on," I scolded
softly. "Young ladies always shower before dressing. Now get that one
off. It's pink for a girl. You should wear blue for a boy-girl."

Bernard blushed slightly as he turned modestly and let the pink one
slip into a crumpled heap on the floor. I made him fold it up before
placing it in the laundry basket. It was best to start him into good
habits. He then disappeared into the bathroom and I changed out of my
nighty into my own body shaper. I then slid some stockings over my
thighs and brushed my hair while I awaited his return.

The new body-shaper and stockings were too much for Bernard and he
emerged from the shower in record time. I studied him as he stood
beside me.

"Ladies always wrap the towel around their breasts as well dear, not
just around their waists, but you'll soon learn. Come on put these on."

I handed him the pretty garment and he went to step into it but I
advised him to undo the crotch poppers and slip it over his head.
Always remember darling that if you just pull it up your legs you could
snag and ladder your tights or stockings. It's better to draw it over
your head and snap the crotch closed after. That's the way I usually do
it. Bernard followed my instructions and gently rearranged the crotch
around his burgeoning erection whilst fastening the hooks and eyes.
The wired A.A, cups gently forced his budding breasts up until the cups
were filled. I gently patted the lacy forms and whispered softly.

"Who knows my darling- in a few months eh."

He gasped and his knees sagged slightly before he gently placed his
arms around my neck and kissed me. Suddenly Veronica barged in
unexpectedly and I struggled to extricate myself from Bernard's
embrace. He however, kept his arms tight around my neck and held his
lips hard against my cheek. Veronica started to apologise and attempted
to wheel round in the confines of the cabin.

Her equine bulk precluded this without Bernard and I making room so she
was forced to wait patiently whilst trying not to look. I caught her
eye and shrugged my shoulders to indicate that it was Bernard who
wouldn't let go. Vee realised this and accepted that Bernard wasn't
the least bit embarrassed at having been discovered in his body shaper.
Vee put her arms around both of us and gently hugged us both.

Bernard eventually relaxed his grip and Vee and I helped him with his
stockings. He stood admiring himself in the mirror as I slipped into
his bedroom to get some clothes.

He would be able to feel the luxury of his special filmy underwear
under his jeans and shirt without anybody else realising his secret.
My heart gave a little flip as I detected him wriggling secretively
under his thick outdoor clothes. I knew exactly how he felt.

We decided to keep it a secret until we reached America where we could
go on a shopping spree. This was to be one of the several rites of
passage that Bernard was to enjoy during the next few years.