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Abba Started It All !!!!             by: Bethany Jacques

 

Chapter 1 - From the beginning....

Thinking back - wow! So much, in such a short time, or at least it seems like that. When did it really start? Very difficult to say really, sometime in mid-teens I imagine. Don’t really remember the very first time, maybe when I was about 15 I suppose. Dad out at work all day, mother doing her part time job in the shop. It was the holidays I suppose, the long school holidays. Living where we were it was a bit lonely for me. Not a big village and only one other youngster my age at that time, or nearly. Jeff was a bit older, nearly two years. He was just about my only real friend, all the other kids were 10 or 11, younger maybe. My elder sister was away at college, elder brother Tom had moved away from home, living somewhere in the States.

I DO remember my first ‘going out’. Just into the yard at the back of the house. It was July, that I do recall, I had been ill, summer cold or something and was feeling better. Last day of term I think, anyway mother had decided not to risk it, I was to stay at home and not go to school.

I had been at home for six days on my own and was bored, about 11 in the morning and very bored indeed. No daylong TV in those days, mid sixties it was, just me and some books, not even homework to keep me busy. But I had been watching a programme on TV the previous night while Mum and Dad were upstairs doing - well, you know, he was off on his business travels that evening, their last fling for a while.

The program was a rather progressive TV play, trendy, liberated, mid sixties stuff. About a young girl on the make, a prostitute. I had no real experience of that sort of thing, not in our village. I don’t remember the story but I do remember the clothes, her in her undies, a guy ‘making out’ with her, having his way. But it was the clothes, sexy underwear, the hair, sixties bouffant etc. And the makeup, the nylons, the shoes. Oh those shoes, I was fascinated.

So the next morning, about 10, I went looking, in mother’s drawers, in her wardrobe. Looking for ‘pretties’, feminine stuff, just wondering what it would be like. And I struck lucky, there was a whole collection of stuff, not dirty, but pushed in the wash basket, I knew she wouldn’t realise if I got it out. I imagined what I would look like. If I tried them on!

And try them on I did! And more! I still remember that first thrill, stockings in the basket, black stockings, looking back I suppose she wore them to give Dad a turn-on, they certainly turned me on when I carefully rolled them up my legs as I had seen the prostitute do on TV the night before. They were holdups, that I realise now, back then I just knew they stayed up. And knickers, black, silky, tight, snug, they covered my developing cock and gave me something of a sexual buzz. And a bra, black again, obviously not the right size but the elasticated sides got round that. My first ‘fantasy’ took hold, tits! I tripped through into my room and got my football socks, black with white hoops, rolled them up and shoved them down into the cups. I looked in the mirror - I had boobs!

And it was then the fantasy really gripped. Back in my parents’ bedroom I opened the wardrobe. A disappointment to start with really, nothing like the tarty stuff I had seen on the TV. But pushed to one side, I had never seen mother wear it, a dress, a mini-dress. I suppose she had got it because it had become the fashion, maybe then realised it was too young for her. But it wasn’t too young for me, I reached out and pulled it off the hanger. Careful though, look carefully, it had to go back in the right place.

It was the ‘pop-art’ type of dress, shiny, tight fitting, black with white patches on the top and the sides, short, I knew I had to try it on. It really was just a little too tight. Must have been a size 10 though I didn’t know about those things then, I was a bit broader. But I did get it on without much trouble. And finally shoes, that I did know about. Mother was not very tall but did have quite big feet for a woman, size 7 ½, I managed to slide my feet into a pair of quite high heels, dressy shoes, black and ever so shiny.

I stood up, turned and looked in the big mirror. The first thought was of disappointment. I looked a fool, stupid, a boy in a dress. But I looked more carefully, at my body and not my face. The shape was there, the figure, the protruding breasts, the long legs, the gorgeous ankles and shoes. I was impressed. I was excited. This was fun!

Then the makeup boxes on my mother’s dressing table caught my eye. Yes. That could be good too, maybe. Just how good-looking could I be? Could I really look like a girl? An attractive girl? A girl who could make men ‘hot’ with desire, like the girls on the TV the night before, the prostitutes, the dancers, girls who put themselves forward as objects of desire, who dressed provocatively and flaunted themselves? It would definitely be fun to try.

I was going to be on my own all day, maybe another five hours, there was certainly time to try this out. I sat down at the dresser and inspected my mother’s ‘armoury’. Creams, powders, lipstick, mascara, eye makeup. And nail-varnish, wow. That could be fun.

I was I think in a bit of a daze as I continued, taking care not to disturb things too much, looking at the colours and feeling the textures, steadily building up the ‘picture’ on my face, foundation cream, blusher, very careful with the eye-shadow, not to make it too heavy, I loved the heavy black mascara, coating my own lashes, thickening and darkening them.

It took me an hour, I realised the time had flown as I stood up to inspect the results. Then I realised - I hadn’t done my nails. So I did, I was a little wary at first, but I spotted Mother’s varnish remover, a big bottle of, about half-way full, she wouldn’t notice if some was used up.

That was a real thrill, the rather sensuous feel of stroking the brush over my own nails, watching them take up the deep red colour, the feel, the smell, the texture, it was so stimulating. And the end result was gorgeous, my nails were just about due for trimming. They weren’t long, long enough for Don and looking quite good on - who? I realised a female name might be appropriate, but what? Doni? Donni? No, Donna. That was it. I looked in the mirror - at Donna.

And finally, when my nails were dry, I reached for the jewellery. Mum had some old but rather gaudy clip-on earrings, I pressed them into place and gave my hair a good brush-through. It wasn’t long but it was longish, down over my ears, as I pulled it across to the other side it fell and - remarkably - stayed, in a somewhat feminine style, holding itself out from my head and looking good, I thought. The thrill continued - I stood up and turned.

And this time I gasped! The difference! The person staring at me from the mirror had full lips that begged to be kissed, deep eyelids and long curly lashes brought out an innocence in the eyes, and the soft fluffy hair cried out to have fingers run through it. Bit it was a woman I was looking at. She looked soft, innocent, a woman to be cared for, caressed - maybe even to have sex with! Yet she was all me.

I felt great, I felt excited, I looked - female. Maybe even attractive. But in that dress, those shoes, with the makeup - definitely ‘foxy’. I felt a stirring between my legs. I reached down and lifted my skirt to show my stocking tops and panties, and the stirring grew. I slid my fingers up, watched the red nails slide over the smooth black silk and - executed the quickest and easiest masturbation I had ever done. As I wanked, my prick protruding above my silky panties, the cum spurting out in torrents, I shook, I shivered, I grunted in a most un-feminine way. And I relaxed. The cum was all over the dressing table and my right hand. But I still felt fantastic.

It took me a few minutes to walk into the bathroom - I was surprised how well I managed in the shoes, and how good it felt - to collect some paper, mop up the cum, clean the surfaces and flush away. I still felt excited, not wanting to stop my adventure yet. I went downstairs and into the kitchen, intending to do a coffee. But instead I went in the lounge and opened the drinks cabinet.

I wasn’t into alcohol much in those days, just the occasional beer and so on. But I was really getting into my fantasy now and wanted to try something out, the whole thing, tarted up, with a drink, see what it felt like. Imagine myself in a pub, showing off, being looked at. By men. Of course.

By men? Definitely of course. I didn’t know a lot about sex at the time but I did know one thing. In some way I was different. Weird. Queer. That’s the word used at the time, not gay, that came later. I liked the look of men. I had never ever done anything about it, well, I was still at school, still closeted, still supervised closely most of the day and night. OK, I did get out a bit on my own. Not very often but I knew enough to know I was different.

Actually now I know a lot better. It’s called ‘bisexual’ now, someone who likes both sexes. I do that. In different ways of course, and it has taken me some time to sort it out in my head. Back then I just thought I was queer.

So I sat on a high stool in the kitchen with a gin-and-tonic in my hand and had one of mother’s cigarettes, just fantasising about a man seeing me there. Being interrupted by a double-glazing salesman or someone similar. Him feeling my leg, me getting him aroused. I posed for over an hour, sipping the drink slowly, going out to the back of the house, into the yard, feeling the breeze on my legs. Just feeling great. And not realising that two years later that whole fantasy would get revisited with a vengeance.

I went back upstairs, changed back, got everything neatly away before mother came home. I am sure she never suspected, anything. Over the next few years I did the same again, getting just as big a thrill every time out of my fantasy, and thoroughly enjoying my accompanying wank, which just got more and more ferocious every time.

It was silly to think I could go on without getting caught. It wasn’t mother though, it was my sister who found me out. Big time. I was dressing regularly by then, and had been given a golden opportunity to indulge myself.

Mum and Dad had won a prize in one of those stupid magazine subscription competitions. A trip round the world, no less!! They could never have afforded to do it themselves and had jumped at the prize rather than the cash equivalent. They had left the previous weekend, for six weeks. Six weeks! All that time to dress myself up, maybe even do it overnight once or twice, or for a full day. I had just left school at the time, taken a job for a year to decide whether to go to college or not. Jacqui was already living away from home, she wasn’t due back for another week at the end of term, and then only for a few days, she was going on holiday with someone she had met.

So there I was in the back yard again, tarted up as usual, showing off my legs - to no-one, just to myself. And kitted out to the hilt, by then I had quite a few of my own clothes. A black basque I had bought, too small for me really but I loved the tightness, the constriction - and what it did for my figure. Breastforms too, I had ordered them mail order from a firm I saw advertised in a TV magazine which I had dared to get down from the top shelf in a newsagent.

And shoes. Gorgeous shoes, I had, still have, something of a shoe fetish. I had discovered a factory shop in Birmingham, had been in there for several pairs. Right then I had my favourites on, gorgeous 4" heel black stilettos. I was feeling good about myself, really hot, just thinking - as usual - about going out, being seen, talked to maybe. By a man. I was just about to reach down and pull my skirt up and start wanking.

 

 

Chapter 2 - Found out!

"Well, Don, don’t you look - something else!"

I jumped, of course, whirled round. Jacqui was not supposed to be here, she was at college, not due back for another week. I just didn’t know where to look, what to do.

"Don. Please, Don. Calm down. Please. Don’t worry. I have to admit I have suspected something like this for a while. And PLEASE don’t worry, remember, I’ve been at college for two years now, I am used to all sorts, straight, gay, weird, and indeed totally bonkers. You are not as exceptional as you might think."

I was still tempted to run, to get upstairs, to hide, but Jacqui was in the doorway. I just stood still.

"Right, Don, come inside my dear, let’s just sit - and talk."

We sat at the kitchen table, my mind still reeling, I had never imagined Jacqui would come home. Or indeed, having seen what she had, she would be so calm about it.

"Don - I have to say this. Really. I have met some pretty strange people in the past two years at college, some who look and dress really way out. But - this is the truth, honest, never have I seen a guy who looks as good in a dress as you. Really. You look absolutely gorgeous. Now, tell be all about it. ALL about it."

So I did, it really was a relief in a way, just to unburden myself to someone. Jacqui made up coffee as I talked, just listened.

"Don, I am amazed. Like I said I suspected something, mainly from little things, changes in my room over term-time, things moved and so on. But I never suspected you had gone so far. And yet not far enough. Listen, go up to your room, take that dress off and those shoes and stockings. Fishnets aren’t really appropriate for hanging round the house. I’ll come to see you in a couple of minutes. Come on, scoot!"

Five minutes later Jacqui came into my room carrying a hanger holding her interview suit, deep grey, very smart.

"Wow, Don, you have a great figure!" she said, looking me up and down as I stood there, in basque and panties. "Have you any sort-of ordinary stockings? Just plain black. And some lower heels? Try this on for size, I’ll be back."

I had only rarely tried on Jacqui’s clothes, somehow they seemed more for her - it sounds daft I know, I did try on mother’s stuff, at least I had before I started buying my own. But now she was inviting me to! I jumped at the chance, the so-called interview suit was just that, a slim deep blue suit, jacket and skirt, with a slightly silvery fleck throughout. Really a very nice suit, Jacqui had worn it for her College interview, I couldn’t recall any other occasion.

I picked out one of my blouses, a smooth silky ‘George’ item, nylon, sheer, long sleeved, and slipped it on. Then I sat on the bed and smoothly rolled on a pair of black stockings, really very sheer, as always I loved the feel of them. Then the skirt, it was short but not too short, and the slightly flared jacket. I would have loved to wear my ultra-high heels but no, Jacqui had said not, they were obviously too high for such an outfit. So it was ‘only’ 3" heels, but again black patent stilettos, with a silver buckle on the ankle strap.

I stood and looked in the mirror. Actually, though I had thought it should be redone, the makeup was OK, not too overt, the blues in my eye-shadow and mascara picked out the suit colour well. I was waiting for Jacqui to come back, nervous, wondering how she would react. I heard her on the phone downstairs, decided to go down to see her. I grabbed my black handbag I had been carrying.

As I went down the stairs she looked up, gasped and smiled.

"OK Mary, talk to you later, bye."

"Don, you look fabulous, Really. That outfit suits you far better than it does me. Really foxy, a young executive on the way up, that’s you."

I smiled outwardly. Inside I was beaming rapturously. Jacqui was being so kind to me. I had to say something, I decided to try out my ‘feminine’ voice.

"Thank you, Jacqui. That’s really kind of you."

"Don, you even sound feminine, Christ you could have fun. But we still need to talk. Come with me."

She picked up her own bag and went down the hall, I followed. She opened the front door. I froze.

"What’s wrong?" asked Jacqui. I couldn’t believe she didn’t know. But she didn’t. And then she did.

"Don, I’ve just realised. You’ve never been out dressed. Have you? You’ve done this all on your own, just for yourself. Totally private, ‘in the closet’, nobody has ever seen you like this. Have they?"

I was very hesitant, I had fantasised about being out, being seen, being treated as a woman, acknowledged as female, called ‘Mrs.’ or ‘Miss’. But I had never dared do anything about it. Jacqui knew, at least now she did, she smiled very sympathetically.

"OK Don. I am sorry, I did not know. I mean, I didn’t think you had, you know, well, gone very far but I did assume you had at least been out of the front door. You really could, you know. In fact you should, and you shall. We are going for a drive. Now. Nothing major, just maybe to a supermarket or somewhere. Don’t worry, nobody will know. I promise you. You will not be looked at, I am sure, unless of course someone fancies you, you really are very attractive you know."

I was not sure. Not sure at all. Did I want to? OF COURSE I did. I was just scared. But Jacqui realised that, she was also sure I could get away with it. I realised she had ‘faith’ in me - around the town, in a shop or wherever, she would not want to be seen hanging round with somebody weird-looking. Therefore I didn’t look weird. I MUST look female. In a way I had difficulty realising it, that though I had always pretended to myself that I looked the part, I REALLY did!

Before I could really think any more, get more scared, back out or whatever, Jacqui had shoved me through the front door and shut it behind me. There was no way out now, I realised. I had my handbag, but I didn’t have my keys, I had left them on the dresser when I changed. I had my lipstick of course, my cigarettes, my mascara, but not my keys.

"OK, come on now, don’t look so worried or people will start wondering, get in the car"

I did, rapidly. I’m not at all sure whether any of the neighbours would have put two and two together, me standing there briefly on the doorstep with Jacqui, but I was not hanging round to find out. I dashed round to the passenger door of Jacqui’s car and got in. Hell, it was her convertible. And the top was down. Double hell. She drove off, I was still unsettled but calmed as we drove and Jacqui talked to me."Don, honest, you really do look gorgeous. Great legs!"

As we drove towards town I tried not to look at the people who smiled at us while we waited at traffic lights. Did I say people? Make that men, nearly every man between the age of 12 and 80 checked us out whenever the chance arose. I had done the same thing so I knew what they were thinking, they’d momentarily look at our faces’ then our breasts and if they were close enough they’d look down to see if we were wearing skirts and check out our legs.

I was wearing a lacy bra, sexy high cut panties, even a garter belt and nylons, I was the woman of their horny fantasies! I was lost in thought when suddenly Jacqui reached over and pulled my skirt up several inches, exposing more leg than I cared to show.

"What are you doing?" I frantically clawed at the hem of my skirt to pull it down only to have Jacqui knock my hand away.

"If you got it flaunt it! And you have definitely got it, Don. Enjoy!" Jacqui laughed as she held my hand. "Now I can’t drive and worry about your being a prude. Either you leave your skirt where I put it and enjoy the attention or I pull over and you can walk the rest of the way!"

I had always thought that as a woman I had good-looking legs, that’s why I loved wearing short skirts. Sometimes very short. I looked down at my knees, revealed as the skirt of Jacqui’s suit rode up, and smiled across at Jacqui.

"Good girl" she said as she saw me. "Now, Don, let’s sort this out. Honestly, I don’t mind you being dressed like this, you know. Like I said, I have met much weirder guys in the past couple of years. But if you are going to do this, you have to do it properly. For a start, I can’t call you ‘Don’. You need a feminine name. Any thoughts?"

I did, I was a bit hesitant but decided to come out with it.

"Well Jacqui. You remember when you were younger you had that Barbie doll, but you wouldn’t call it Barbie because all the other girls called theirs Barbie. You decided it was to be ‘Donna’. I thought of that, all dressed up, the first time I did this, I decided then to call myself ‘Donna’."

Jacqui looked across and smiled. "OK, Donna, so it shall be."

She swung the car into the supermarket car park, I realised I had just traveled over a mile from home, un-noticed. In the car, admittedly. Now I was going to have to get out. I decided. This was not Don, this was Donna. A young woman. A confident young woman. I looked across at Jacqui and smiled. I could do this! And I did! I didn’t wait to be told, I just got out of the car and went round to join Jacqui. We walked together towards the store, two girl friends out for a shopping trip.

I was in heaven! Really! We grabbed a trolley and strolled off down the aisle, picking up an item or two, just the ordinary shopping, nothing special. I hung back at the checkout as Jacqui got the stuff, I was still a bit nervous but a bit more confident now. As we left the store Jacqui turned and grinned at me."Well - er, Donna - how was that then?"

I smiled internally. "That was fun, Jacqui, thank you for the idea, and the help. Really fun"

"And what about that guy on the checkout, then?"

"Guy?" I asked. What guy?"

"Don’t tell me you didn’t notice, he was staring at you. Honest. I swear he was interested, he definitely fancies you!"

"I didn’t notice" I replied, honestly.

"Well, we could go back in if you like. Do you fancy a date, maybe? I’m sure I could arrange something."

We passed several more people entering and leaving as we walked, some smiled, others passed by without a glance. When one particular man passed us - the look on his face made me feel sure that he wasn’t going to be the one to expose me. No, the look on his face said that there was nothing he’d like more than to see me exposed! Jacqui noticed the man’s stare and her face lit up.

"Smile at him!" She whispered. "He likes what he sees, smile to say thanks for the compliment!"

I wasn’t stupid enough to ignore Jacqui twice in such a short time, heaven knows what she would have done if I had so I looked right at the man and smiled as women had done to me when they caught me checking them out. It’s impossible to describe the relief I felt when he returned my smile, nodded, and kept walking!

"See that wasn’t so bad was it?" Jacqui teased. "He paid you quite a compliment and all you had to do in return was smile at him."

"I was terrified and you knew it!" I whispered back. "You’re having a good old time setting me up like this aren’t you?"

"Yes I guess I am," Jacqui replied indifferently. "But at the same time you’re learning some important lessons, you really can pass as a woman, and you’re learning how to react to men."

"I’m not ready for these kind of lessons yet and you know it!" I argued.

"You’re pushing me too far, too fast."

"Were you ready for this outing?" She teased.

"You know what I mean," I pleaded. "It’s too much!"

"If you were wearing a flimsy negligee and getting into bed with a guy I might say it’s too much, right now that is. Until then...."

By the time I recovered enough to respond we were already walking into another store and I didn’t dare open my mouth for fear that my voice would give me away. I quietly followed Jacqui around, trying to avoid looking directly at anyone. Jacqui was taking her time picking out a half dozen items obviously trying to make me feel as uncomfortable as possible and it was working perfectly. I let out a huge sigh of relief once I closed the car door behind me - this caused my dear sister to break into a fit of laughter.

"That guy thought you were cute!" she said during a short break from hysterical laughter. "How’s it feel to have men lust over you Donna? Did you enjoy it?"

"It felt weird and very scary!" I admitted. "I don’t think I care for the way men have been looking at me, it’s not right."

"Donna," Jacqui said in a suddenly serious tone. "I was really surprised at how pretty you looked after we finished with your makeup and everything. I wasn’t sure how you were going to turn out but when I saw what a doll you were I knew I just had to get you out of that house. You needed to see yourself as others are seeing you, a very attractive, nicely built woman. You’re going to have to get used to men looking at you, believe me they’re not going to stop. If you just relax I promise you’ll enjoy it."

"Work with me? What more do you have to do, you said I looked very attractive already." I asked wondering what she had in mind. I panicked just for a moment, then realised she was joking. I was relieved Jacqui decided not to go any further, we just drove home. Back in the kitchen, relaxing and trying to remember every detail of that first outing, I remember trying to picture the guy at the till, to recall what he looked like, to wonder if he really did fancy me, and even to consider what I might like to do about it."Penny for your thoughts?" asked Jacqui. "Thinking about him, maybe?"

I was, and I admitted it, rather ashamed to say so.

"Look, Donna, really, don’t worry about your feelings, it’s OK. Honest it is. There are all sorts of men, and women in the world. Some have extremely conventional sexual ideas, it’s just that yours are a little different. Maybe you like the idea of being with a man, of having fun as a woman, maybe of having sex with a guy. Look, tell you what, one day we could maybe get ourselves dressed up and go out for a drink."

 

 

Chapter 3 - Trying on

As I sat in the kitchen ten minutes later, thinking, Jacqui called down to me. I went up to see what she wanted - laying out on my bed were the things she had bought. A low cut short black dress that made what I had been wearing before seem positively tame! I examined the half cup black lace bra and wispy black lace panties for a few moments. Then Jacqui began to unzip the skirt I had on. I carefully stepped out of the skirt and my slip then unhooked the nylons from my garters and set them aside. I was about to ask Jacqui to leave the room when I realised that I might need her help so I continued changing while Jacqui kept on about how cute I looked and what a nice figure I had.

I slipped out of my panties and into the sheer lace black ones, then fastened the garter belt and carefully rolled on the sheer black nylons that felt as light as air itself. I did what I could with the bra but Jacqui ended up showing me again the best way to put on a bra without help - my ‘boobs’ kept getting in the way, it really did show them off.

I stepped into the delicate half slip that matched everything else I wore and adjusted it so that the slit would be on the same side as the one I noticed in the dress I was going to wear. Jacqui was thrilled that I had taken that little step. Once I had all of my new underwear on and properly adjusted I took a deep breath and was about to lower the dress over my head when Jacqui stopped me.

"Hold it just a second Donna."

Jacqui pulled hard on the tapes on my basque - I had thought it was tight enough already.

I gasped, barely able to take a breath. "It’s too tight, I can’t breathe!"

"Don’t be such a baby," Jacqui laughed. "Just calm down, in a few minutes you’ll get used to the tightness and adjust your breathing."

"In a few minutes I’ll be dead!" I gasped as she helped me lower the dress over my head and zipped it up.

I slipped on my black six inch heels, then she helped me over to the mirror to redo my makeup. She smoothed cream all over my face and deftly removed every trace of the makeup I wore earlier, then quickly added what she called ‘a more exotic style of makeup’ to my face.

This time the woman in the mirror wasn’t just pretty, she was absolutely sexy and alluring! I could feel a familiar but embarrassing stirring in my groin as I stared at a woman that seemed so very desirable.

"Hot aren’t you?" Jacqui giggled guessing what I was thinking. "And that’s just your face, it gets better. Want to see?"

Between being stunned and the cincher I just couldn’t speak so I nodded my head slowly and Jacqui helped me to my feet and to a full length mirror where an attractive woman stared out at me! I had everything a man could want in a woman, long hair, a dress that fitted like a glove, showed my ample curves, allowed my breasts to peek out daringly from their confines, and showed shapely legs encased in black nylons and sexy heels!

"That’s you in there Donna," Jacqui taunted. "That provocative, sexy woman in the mirror is my little sister. She’s gorgeous, don’t you think?"

"Gorgeous," I whispered. "But me?"

"All you Donna dear," Jacqui whispered back. "If you give them just a little encouragement, men will fall all over themselves just to get a smile from those beautiful red lips of yours. You’re a woman now Donna, a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman."

She was right, I looked every bit as good as she said and more. I was definitely ‘flaunting’ it!.

"A woman is allowed to look slutty now and then," Jacqui laughed. "It reinforces your femininity to feel sexy and desirable!"

"I’m so glad you said that," I sighed with relief. "I was really worried that I might be going a little too far too fast."

"How do you feel now?" Jacqui asked concern evident in her voice.

It was so nice to have my sister showing such concern for me. I blinked back a tear and collected my thoughts. "I feel pretty, feminine, sexy, and so happy that I’m going to cry!"

I went downstairs with Jacqui, thoroughly enjoyed just wandering around, helping with sorting the shopping, just pretending to be a woman. After an hour or so Jacqui said she had to be getting back to college. As she left she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Be careful, my little sister, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! See you next week."

I loved that, I really did feel feminine, and thought just for a moment about going out on my own this time. My first though was ‘no - too risky’, me being sensible. But, of course, the sheer excitement of the day took over. I was going to do it! But I would have to change clothes again first.

 

Chapter 4 Out alone

I wanted something which would let me wear my black 4 inch leather stilettos with ankle straps, really sexy shoes, my very first pair of TV heels. I opened the wardrobe to get them out, then started choosing; black seamed stockings; a black thong; my waist cincher bustier with garter straps in black; my short black leather mini skirt; a tight, black, turtle-necked stretch-knit top. It only took me twenty minutes to dress, with my big breastforms lifted by the cincher, I felt - and looked - great. I redid my nails, stuck on bright red long fingernails, and finished my makeup, heavier then usual, I looked the part of a real tart, with my longish wig.

I looked so good, and I acted real slutty as I walked round the house. Then I decided, OK, maybe Jacqui might not approve but - I was going out. Again. And by myself this time. I was totally dressed and in my makeup, and I had strutted in front of the 2 full length mirrors for 30 minutes, then I grabbed my purse and I was ready! There could be no mistaking me for anything but a whore.

Walking into the garage with my knees shaking, it was hard to keep my balance in such high heels. I paused at the door, doing a mental inventory to be sure that I had everything I needed. As I went into the garage I started to get the tingles. The first breath of outside air was exciting, and the coolness of the air under my skirt, I listened to my heels as they clacked on the cement of the garage. New sensations. I was electric with the excitement.

I opened the car door and sat my bum down first, as I had seen real women do. When I brought my right leg in, I had to raise my knee up because of the heel. It caused my legs to separate more and my skirt to slide above my stocking tops. Perfect! Getting in and out of the car would be exciting! I brought in the other leg and realised my first problem... driving in heels! I played around a little until I found the right position for my feet. My skirt was still raised to show my stocking tops, I did not pull it down. It would be more exciting driving if I looked slutty.

I took a deep breath, clutched the steering wheel. I was shaking as I peered out the rear-view mirror. Nobody. I sighed. I started the car and slowly backed out of the garage and into the night, then took off quickly down the road. I was out!

I was extremely nervous. I felt scared and excited, and I began to get very aroused. I had chosen to go to a hole-in-the-wall bank to get a little cash. I wanted to be sure that if anyone happened to look my way, they would get to see a long legged sexy slut strut her stuff!

It took 15 minutes to get to the bank. I had chosen one some way from my house and in an area that I did not know anyone. Arriving at the bank, I noticed that there was already a car there and someone was using the machine. I breathed in - and thrust my breasts out, telling myself that I was going to go ahead and do it, no matter what, so I pulled into my spot that I had picked out and opened the door.

The rush of cool air hit my legs and sent a chill up my spine. I swung my legs out and my skirt rode up even higher as I slid my bum off of the seat. I stood up and shut the door and started walking, letting my skirt adjust itself as I walked to let anyone watching get a really good look at my legs and maybe my stocking tops too. The guy at the ATM machine gave me a look as I was walking toward him. He had just finished, I smiled as he slowly went back to his car, glancing back at me. The brightness of the lights had to be giving him a real good view of my sexy body. I know that he was looking.

He was sat in his car, but he had not moved! I struck some provocative poses as I was using the machine, shifting my weight to one leg and putting the other one out a bit. I felt so sexy and alive. I got my money from the machine and turned to leave. There were now two more vehicles in the car park! Sitting there watching me! I quivered as I walked toward the car, thinking about all of the exciting things that could happen to me as I was dressed like this.

The walk past those cars back to mine, through the headlights, was a perfect finish to a sensational day. As I stripped at home, getting ready for bed, the thought occurred to me. I looked at the calendar on my wall. Today was to be ‘Donna’s birthday’!

 

Chapter 5 A good idea?

I didn’t get the chance to dress at all in the following week, we were working hard at the factory where I had my temporary job. One big order, had to be completed on time to get a further contract. On the Friday evening a week later I was in the local pub with a couple of mates, just having a pint and a chat at the end of the week. I looked up to see Jacqui come in and look round, and smile when she saw me. Both mates moved to make room, then went off to the other side of the bar. Jacqui obviously wanted to talk.

"Well, Don, you look different from last time I saw you! Anyway, the reason I came in," she said. "I was talking to Mary on the phone the other day, you know, Mary Williams, about this year’s fundraiser".

We all knew Mary Williams, a popular woman on the estate though nobody really knew how popular and with who! She was about 35 then, divorced, rumour has it her husband walked out on her after finding her in bed with another WOMAN! Nobody really knew though.

"You enjoyed that last event didn’t you?" she added.

Sure I had enjoyed it. A sponsored silly event for the local hospital baby unit. I had spent all afternoon wearing shorts with the hems strapped tight round my thighs, and a catering pack of baked beans wobbling round my private parts. I had sat down once - that was a mistake.

"Well, she has come up with another great idea. Not beans this time, something a bit more exciting. I think you might appreciate it"

I noticed the tone of her voice. She knew me very well, I just KNEW she had a good idea, it was the ‘sparkle’ in her voice which told me.

"Mary has come up with the idea of a fancy-dress contest in the pub. £20 entry fee, £100 prize. If she gets twenty pairs to enter she get £300 profit for the baby fund as well as a share of the extra bar takings. Eric says he will make a donation again."

"So, Jacqui, what has this to do with me - hang on, I have just realised!!"

"But I’ve just had this great costume idea, for the two of us, I just rang her to check if we can still enter. I’ve always fancied being a blonde.

Right, my hair is long and straight enough now, with a dark curly wig for you we could be the 2 girls from ABBA"

OK, I know it is sad, but I LIKED ABBA. They did good pop songs, post-Beatles they were the best. And the two girls looked so sexy. But dress up like that? The idea was silly but it might work. The contest would give me an excuse. No problem with friends seeing me, they would be dressed silly too and I could spend the evening making fun of myself and my appearance.

"We could even win you know. And give the prize back to the fund like that couple who won last time. Helen and her boyfriend wasn’t it?"

I remembered. They had spent the whole day dressed as Mickey and Minnie Mouse, tied together with a 2 foot length of rope. Very inconvenient, specially when one of them went to the loo. Dare I say yes? Bo bees buzz?

"OK Jacqui, you are on."

Over the next three days I asked Jacqui two or three times about costumes, she just said "Don’t worry, everything is in hand, you’ll see" and left it at that.

On the day before the event, Jacqui arrived home shortly after me and came in carrying two hire-outfits from the fancy-dress shop in town.

"I am sure the sizes are OK, we can add accessories and so on, now. Let’s get dinner out of the way and make a start on getting us ready."

An hour later we were beginning. She had arrived with, and put together using some of her own clothes and mine, a complete outfit, undies, wig, makeup, the lot. I was amazed at the speed she had me sorted, dressed up in a silk chemise with a padded out bra underneath, shiny silky culottes, short stockings, heels and so on. She added a little makeup and the brown curly wig, then told me to look in the mirror. I was amazed! OK, I maybe looked like I was a guy made up but I thought I looked great.

"That’s what we need this time, Don, for you to look like a good first-time transvestite, not TOO convincing. I think we’ve hit the balance right."

Jacqui sent me downstairs to make coffee, I just hoped nobody would call unexpectedly. She came down a few minutes later dressed as ‘the blonde one’, again in shiny 70s gear even down to the silver high heeled boots. When we looked at our reflections in the mirror, together, I was sure we would win!

On the Friday evening, as I was waiting for Jacqui to come home so we could prepare for the ‘real thing’, I was really excited. And when she came in, well. She had obviously been to the hairdressers at some time during the day. Her hair was still straight, long - and totally blonde! She looked great.

And it was not long after that I had to admit that, in a way, I looked good too. Curly dark wig, spangly makeup after a VERY careful shave, bright blue silk blouse over a bra padded with rolled up socks, shiny black culottes and women’s’ shoes, with maybe 2" heels, over ‘pop’ socks’, thin nylon socks. Jacqui stuck on a set of red false nails over my own and offered me a black handbag.

It had taken over an hour for me to change, it took her ten minutes and she looked stunning as the blonde, I was sure we would win. And have fun too of course.

Which we did! We were a great success. For over two hours I ‘was’ a woman, playing the part, sitting on a stool by the bar with my legs crossed, drinking gin-and-tonics, it was a cheap evening, my mates insisted on buying me drinks! And of course Jacqui too. There were several other good costumes there, including Mickey and Minnie again. Oddly they had ‘cross-dressed’ too, Helen was Mickey.

As I said, we won, the best idea and the best execution. Just before closing time we were presented with our cheque and I ‘kissed’ the landlord Eric on the cheek and handed it back to go in the fund. More applause, laughter, drinks, it was a fun evening. Mary was the main hostess, with Jacqui as backup, Mary was very daringly dressed, in a sort-of black ‘dominatrix / witch’ outfit, all black leather and silver, very striking and I have to say very attractive. I did see her at one stage chatting to a man who I think fancied her but I don’t think anything came of it.

The next afternoon, just after 2, Eric appeared at our front door.

"Look you two, I need a favour. The pub hasn’t been doing all that well lately. But the word has got round about the outfits you wore last night. Could you do it again? Please. It could be good for business, I can get a reporter in from the local paper tonight, get a photo, some publicity, could be good for the Baby Unit and for the pub. How about it?"

Jacqui looked at me. She knew my answer already. I had told her how much fun I had, and the sexy undies I had worn all night, in fact when Eric arrived I had only just properly dressed, I had been parading round my bedroom in stockings and high heels. But Jacqui thought quickly.

"OK Eric, we’ll do it. BUT you have to match our donation, give another £100 to the fund. OK?"

"Well, I will but not just for one night, it’s not really worth it."

"How about for a month. We’ll be the ABBA girls every Friday and Saturday for four weeks."

"You are on!"

Which is why, at 8 that evening, Jacqui and I rolled up at the pub with a hold-all containing our outfits. Eric had agreed to let us use one of the guest rooms, Room 4, the smallest (there only were 7!) to change in. And by 9 we were entering the bar, similar outfits to the previous night (we had swapped blouses) to loud applause. We did get our picture taken, I went easy on the gins, we still had a great time. In the local paper on the Tuesday the ‘ABBA’ girls featured, with Eric, somehow the names came out as Jacqui and Donna. Don’t know how but, in that photo, you couldn’t tell which was the guy!

And for the next three weeks we did it again. We had our collecting boxes on the bar, got loads of donations, our total went well into FOUR figures at the end of the third week. Word had indeed spread, the bar was full on Fridays and Saturdays as lots of people flocked from some distance to see the ABBA girl and her transvestite ‘sister’. On the last Saturday, things were different. Jacqui got me out of the house and into the car early, just after 6, I protested, I had been watching the football highlights. And she had two hold-alls, not just one. In Room 4 she revealed why.

"I know you have been enjoying yourself, but I thought we could do even better. You did your own makeup last week, and it was OK but I thought it looked a bit feeble last night. So we are going to get it done by an expert tonight. And I want to make her job worthwhile, she is going to turn you into a real-looking woman. You deserve it. So, strip!"

When Jacqui was in that determined mood I wasn’t going to contradict here. I did wonder exactly what she had in mind but I did do just that, I stripped down to my shorts. We went into the little en-suite bathroom and I stood in the bath. Jacqui got a spray out of her hold-all and fired it at me, covering my legs and arms with a white foam.

"Now, stand there’ little brother - or should I say sister - for five minutes while I sort your clothes"

She left me there and closed the door behind her. I realised what was going on, this was a depilatory spray, to remove the hairs from my arms and legs. It began to sting a little.

"Right now" she called. "Turn on the shower head and do a thorough rinse, it should have worked by now. Then have the best shave you have ever had, there is a new razor by the basin."

I rinsed thoroughly and was amazed as I watched my body hair vanish down the plug-hole. As I dried myself I realised just how smooth my skin had become, that stuff had really worked. Again I did as advised, really hot water, lots of shaving cream, taking care, a really close shave. As I felt my face, again it was really smooth. I went back into Room 4. Jacqui was half-changed herself, in a very sexy red basque and stockings, with the briefest of panties.

"Now, Don, there is still lots to do" she said, covering up with a very unattractive robe. "Now, panties, put these on. Pull them up carefully and really tight".

They were black, silky, and covered my male parts very effectively. Jacqui held up a black basque, rather like hers, and motioned me to step into it, which I did. Then she turned me round and slid the shoulder straps into place, smoothing the whole garment over my bum and waist.

"Breathe in" she instructed, then I felt her pulling something at waist level behind me.

"This has a very tight waist-nipper, to pull you in there and push your flesh up - around your bust!" she laughed - I felt the tightness round my middle.

"Now again, Don, I want to get this really tight"

I breathed in again, it was beginning to hurt, eventually she said I could relax - well, slightly. It was still tightly gripping my waist, I looked down and was surprised, the slight ‘tummy’ I know I had wasn’t there, instead it did push things out higher up.

"Now do your breastforms and stick them on. I want you to do a really good job on the makeup at the edges" she added. I did as I was told, and really impressed myself at the makeup round the boobs, they looked good.

"There, now you really DO have a figure to die for. Next the suspenders, clip these round the basque, in the six slots, I’ll get the stockings"

As I did the suspender tabs, Jacqui opened a new pack of stockings.

"I want you to really enjoy the experience this evening, Don, so I’ve got you these, they are rather special. Take great care please, roll them up first, then gently pull them on."

I looked at the pack as Jacqui handed me the first stocking. The label was ‘Aristoc, 7D Black seamed, Luxury Hi-Leg’. And luxury they were too, they felt really totally gorgeous, gently sliding up my leg, I was aware of the seam and tried to get it in place on each stocking. After I had finished I stood up and Jacqui inspected them.

"Well done, just this one, let me push it a little.... that’s better, don’t want you showing crooked seams tonight do we?"

"Showing?" I said. "OK, I know you want me to feel good, but they won’t be seen, will they, under my silk pants?"

"Wait and see, Don. Anyway, treat number two. THESE took some finding, and they were not cheap, but we thought it would be worth it. How about these then?"

She took from the bag a shoe box and opened it to reveal a pair of stiletto heeled shoes, new, black, patent, with VERY high heels and an ankle strap with a gold clasp. They looked very classy or at least I thought so.

"Special design for men, they have an indented heel so they look very high but they are really just high. For someone your height they looked ideal. Did you know there is a transvestite shop in town, we got them there Tuesday after work."

I did know, I had passed it many times and thought of going in. Then I realised what she said.

"You said ‘we’. Twice. So who is this ‘we’ then?"

"Just Mary and me, we met for coffee after I got back from college, decided to look for some rather special things for this evening. Right Don, lift your right foot, let’s see."

She slid it on, it fitted like a glove. Well, like a shoe anyway. She fastened up the gold clasp. A few minutes later I was standing, rather unsteadily, on enormous high heels, looking down at my feet. They did look good, I thought, gorgeous stockings and shoes like that.

There was a gentle tap at the door. I started a little, not expecting anyone, not wanting Eric or his wife to see me like this.

"It’s OK, it’s only Mary" said Jacqui. That was worse!

But Mary didn’t laugh, didn’t make fun, just looked me up and down as I stood there.

"Wow, Don, you look great. Ready for me now?"

Jacqui turned away, saying she was going to finish her makeup and getting ready in the bathroom. Mary told me to sit down, not looking towards the mirror ‘to give you a surprise later’. I looked at her, saying that I thought she looked good too, which she did. Black and gold-striped blouse unbuttoned quite some way down at the front, tight black leather miniskirt, black tights or stockings and high heels rather like mine (mine!) I asked if she was going out. It must have been the way I asked, she looked rather surprised, then smiled.

"Oh, I know, what they say about me. I know. Let’s just say that maybe some of it is true shall we? And yes, I am meeting - er - someone later. Now then let me slip this wig on so I can see what I have to work with. We got this at the TV shop in town, did you know such places have sales? Well they did, I have no idea why this was reduced but it was."

She slid onto my head, and clipped on securely, a wig. But a far better wig than the cheap dark brown one I had worn before. This was luxurious, it was longer, finer - and red. I was a redhead, I loved the idea! Mary brushed it through several times, then got back to the makeup.

"I used to be an Avon Lady you know, in my twenties, just to get a bit extra. I got quite good at it, used to enjoy seeing people’s reaction after I worked on them. I can’t wait to see what we can do here."

She started to smooth a light cream over my face, giving a running commentary.

"Really smooth, I can see you’ve shaved closely lately, a very nice skin, won’t need much cover-up at all ........ now, a slightly lighter cream here to hide the problems, ......... just a little blusher I think. I have always loved doing eyes, first the eye-shadow.... not too much though, don’t want you looking a tart... blend it in ...., this is a good quality eyeliner, hold still, that’s it.....And the mascara, this is wonderful stuff these days, this thickens and curls in one, let’s get it really thick, make your lashes stand out.... that’s lovely.....now I think that looks great. hold very still while I do your lip liner, and now the lipstick itself, much easier with a brush... there. No, you can’t look yet, we have to do your nails."

She took a set of long deep red false nails, same colour as the lipstick I had seen, added a drop of adhesive to each and slid them in place over my own.

"These are a good quality too, Jacqui and I found them in a shop the other day. Did she tell you where we went? Now to fix the wig, really firmly, don’t want it to give you away do we? "

She was very efficient, had it clipped on behind my ears, and slid about 4 rings onto my fingers as we finished off the jewellery with a pair of earrings, large gold hoops ‘from that shop too, a bit flashy but a girl needs to show off sometimes, very clever, look as if they are in pierced ears’.

"Now, stop this ‘girl’ lark, Mary, I might get worried about your intentions!" I joked, trying to quell the excitement I felt at each stage of the dressing and making up.

Jacqui came out of the bathroom, we both stood and looked. I don’t really know what I looked like, hadn’t seen the effect yet. But she looked fantastic. A very short red dress, almost maroon, with gold spangly bits all over it. And tight, to really show off her figure. And the high heels - well, mine looked good on me, hers looked gorgeous.

"Wow!" said Mary. I had suspected, at that moment I knew. It was Jacqui that Mary was meeting later on.

"Don, you look wonderful. Now, slip this on."

She took from the bag another dress, black, also with gold highlights all over it, and threw it over to me.

"A dress. I can’t...."

"Don, you haven’t seen yourself yet. Trust me, this will work. Now, hold still, let’s get this on, step in and put your arms in... now let me zip it up... there. Right."

I looked down, the hem was about 12" above my knee, the dress was gorgeous, exactly the thing I liked to wear, in fact this dress was very similar to Jacqui’s, same material, same tight cut to show the curves. Hers was short-sleeved and red, mine was long-sleeved and black. She picked up a black handbag and started putting things in it, searching through the pockets of my Jacket hanging on the door.

"Let’s see, some coins and a £10 note, in the purse, cigarettes, lighter, car keys, just in case, better put that lipstick and mascara in, a small hankie.... comb of course... that’s about it."

Mary went over to the door, and called out ‘I’ll wait in the bar, it’s nearly 9. OK?’ as she left. Jacqui looked at me, then opened the big wardrobe door so I could see the full-length mirror. My mouth opened. Literally, it did. I saw a woman. Not a man in a skirt, not a tart, but a rather classy woman, very nicely made up, great figure, nice legs, well manicured red nails, really, a woman."

Mary knocked again and came in.

"Come on you two, it’s nearly time, the bar’s full, everyone’s here for your last night. Nearly the whole football team, they’ve just won 4-0 and are a bit tipsy already. And Eric wants to present the cheque to us at the end of the evening. He’s got the local paper here again."

"Don - or rather Donna - come on, we are going to knock them dead. Remember, it’s all in a good cause, Don’t forget to keep offering the collecting tin. And don’t have too many G & Ts."

As we went down the stairs towards the entrance to the bar, I was shaking. The football team! Jeff had said last week I looked very female, that the sight of my legs excited him. And that was in the culottes! And Martin had looked very oddly at me when he lit my cigarette. What would they say now?

Too late to back out. This was much more than I had imagined but - I was loving it, walking in the tight dress, with high heels tapping on the floor, I felt great. Mary went in, held the door opened, gestured for us to wait. She gave a signal across the bar. Nat King Cole stopped, I heard the familiar strains of ‘Waterloo’ start up. ‘My, my..."

"Right girls" called Mary, opening the door for us. "They are playing your song!"

 

Chapter 6 Winner takes it all

Well, what an entrance. The song blared out, the muttering in the bar grew as we entered, then went totally silent!

I looked across at Jacqui, she looked at me, then past me to a small group of guys sitting near the bar. They began to smile, she smiled at me, I dared to smile back, then the whole place erupted! There where whoops and cheers, applause, loud clapping, absolutely everybody was looking at us in amazement. We held hands and walked together across the room towards the bar. I could see my mate Martin, huge Martin, staring open-mouthed at us.

Suddenly the pint of beer in his hand began to move, to bounce. I realised his hand was moving up and down, in time with the four bouncing tits he was staring at. Beer began to spill out before he realised what was happening, he grabbed the hand holding the glass with his other hand and looked straight at me, going red, very embarrassed. I just smiled again at him and then, summoning up some courage, reached to hold his hand and to kiss him on the cheek.

"Don’t worry, Martin" I whispered in his ear "I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. I know you were watching my tits, I could tell, I was watching your cock!"

He turned, embarrassed again. Indeed I had, I am sure nobody else noticed, they were all staring at Jacqui and I. But it had been most noticeable, one of us had caused that to happen, his erection had been rapid and rather large.

Quickly Jacqui and I were surrounded at the bar.

I was surprised - not that she was suddenly getting attention from the boys, basically those members of the team there to celebrate. She was indeed hot stuff tonight, really ‘glammed up’, even more than the Abba blonde she had first started out to imitate. But surprised that I - Don aka Donna - was the object of the attention of so many woman. They were looking close at my ‘breasts’, admiring my shoes, asking where I got my dress, my earrings, I felt very much one of the girls for a while. Eric tapped my arm and proffered a gin-and-tonic, I needed it!

I had a great evening, pretending, posing, chatting to the girls, joking with the lads. It was Jeff who ‘raised the stakes’, offering another gin and tonic to me. As I took it I put my hand over his and looked up through my long lashes. I caressed his hand with my glistening red nails, and whispered as sexily as I could "Thank you, Jeff darling".

His reaction was immediate.

"Christ Don, you are so hot, if I didn’t know, I could fuck you!"

"And since you do know, what?" I teased, smiling at him and pulling my skirt up just a little.

He couldn’t reply to that, just looked round for some help. Nobody else was listening at the time, he backed off and just grinned.

Some time later, after several poses with Eric and his wife for the press, things settled down. The guys got back with their girlfriends, Mary was chatting to Jacqui, I had begun to get an inkling that something was happening there. And I found myself being chatted up by a strange man!

He was not a regular, I realised he didn’t know what was going on. He thought I was a woman. And that REALLY turned me on. I started being more friendly, smiling as he talked, just reaching over to touch his hand on the bar. I didn’t really flirt consciously, it just seemed the right thing to do. Towards the end of the evening I realised we were being watched. Several of the customers had gone by then, there were just a few girls sat at the other side of the bar. Jacqui and Mary were staring at us. I realised why.

There was I, Don, who they had all known for several years, sitting at the bar with an older guy, showing lots of thigh, and making all the right signals to him. Right, that is, for a girl on the make. I was just about to back off, to try to undo some of the harm I had probably done to my reputation, when I felt his hand on my thigh, slide up my stockings and just begin to touch my stocking clips. I gasped.

I looked up, Jacqui was there at my shoulder, with Mary.

"Sorry, Donna, we have to go. Be a good girl now" she grinned at me, then smiled a knowing smile at him. "Can you get a lift home?"

"It’s all right, my dear, don’t worry, I’ll look after her" replied my ‘beau’, having slid his hand back into view. He definitely did NOT know, and he was keen, he was aroused, he thought he was on a ‘score’ that night. I realised I had to do something, to get myself out of this. Suddenly I was nervous, VERY nervous.

"Er, George, please, I’m sorry, I really have enjoyed this evening but - I’m sorry. I hope you haven’t got the wrong idea. Maybe it’s my fault, but I’m not ready. For another relationship, that is. Please. Sorry."

And with that I slipped off the high stool, on which I had been sitting in order to show my legs to best advantage to him, and ran. Yes, even in those heels, I ran. For some reason, automatically, into the Ladies!

Even now I am not sure what all that meant. It was just an excuse to get away. As the door closed behind me I stopped. Stood still. What was I doing, I was in the LADIES! Tears very nearly came to my eyes, on the one hand I had wanted to walk out of there hand-in-hand with George, to let everyone left in the bar see me - for the woman I was. But on the other hand, I was ashamed of my own feelings.

I was still standing there when Mary came in behind me.

"Donna, I asked Jacqui to let me come to you, in some ways I know what you are going through."

And at that moment I did realise exactly what I was going through. It wasn’t just playing any more. I knew Mary was a lesbian, a ‘gay’, that was what she was referring to. She liked to be with women, and maybe I needed - I admitted it for the first time - a man. I turned and flung my arms round her neck though, she held me close, well, we both cried.

A few minutes later, recovered somewhat, we emerged into the bar. George was gone. Not surprisingly really, everyone else had gone except Eric and Cheryl, and Jacqui. It was Cheryl who came over to me, realising herself some of my feelings, and took my arm.

But it was Jacqui who spoke.

"Come on Donna, time to go home. I have some news for you, a suggestion, but you need to sleep on it. I’ll tell you at home."

As we walked out of the door Jacqui had fetched all our clothes from room 4, and it was Martin, big rather slow but very sweet Martin, who came up beside us.

"I’ll help you with that" he said. Totally unnecessary but if that is what he wanted to do, OK. He and I walked out in front of Mary and Jacqui, we were apparently giving her a lift home. It was only twenty yards from the door to the car but it was the last half of that short trip which gave me cause for concern. He had the case in his left hand, Martin slipped his right hand into mine.

Back home, as we got into the kitchen, it was the first time we had driven home from the pub with me ‘dressed’, Jacqui confronted me.

"Don, I know you enjoyed tonight, you really did enjoy being a woman for the evening, but now you have to decide. I could lend you a nightie, do you want to stay dressed, maybe for a day or two?"

I didn’t speak, I was so surprised at her suggestion.

"Well Don or rather Donna. You have gone some way down that road tonight. The lads from the team were very impressed. And that guy George, he was up for a one-night stand, you know, in more ways than one. I bet he would have booked you both into a room if you had asked. And then there was Martin, I saw you two holding hands. I really did expect you to at least give him a goodnight kiss."

Maybe I blushed at the thought, I don’t know. But I do know I decided that was enough for one evening. It had indeed been one hell of an evening. I dashed upstairs to the loo, and came down ten minutes later. ‘Don’ did, missing my wig, earrings, well, nearly everything except I hadn’t removed my nails, or breastforms, or some of my makeup.

"Jacqui, can we talk?"

"Well, little brother, I suppose we must. But can we sleep on it first?"

The next morning, dressed in T-shirt and jeans, I sat down to join her at breakfast.

"Did I spoil things between you and Mary last night?" I asked rather sheepishly.

"Well, yes, you did, I rather suspected you knew what was happening, she really is a very nice woman, you know. Maybe that’s why I sort-of understand what you are up to, you know, me and Mary, you maybe wanting to be female in some way. I don’t understand it all, but some of it. You really have been down in the dumps during the week lately, but a different - woman - at weekends. It seem very odd saying this to you, dressed normally right now. But. I said last night. An idea."

I was puzzled, Jacqui seemed lively, keen to tell me something, enthusiastic but deadly serious. Suddenly the ‘serious’ took over, her tone changed.

"Don, last night while you were flirting with George - "

She paused for effect and smiled, I felt very embarrassed but then though - why? it was true, I had loved touching him, encouraging him, caressing his hand, it has added to my feelings of femininity.

" - Eric mentioned something which struck a chord. You remember the barmaid, Daphne, well, she has left, in a hurry. She wasn’t there last night, Eric and Cheryl did manage with those two young barmen despite the crowd. But he really could do with some more help. It occurred to me. Say no if it seems an awful idea but you need a job. How about it, working at the pub. Maybe evenings only?"

I didn’t need to think, it was a great idea, I agreed straight away.

"As a barmaid" said Jacqui. I was stunned. Surely she couldn’t mean it. I didn’t speak but my mind was racing. I looked her in the eyes - she meant it!

"Don, you have really enjoyed the outings of the past few weeks, specially Friday. Why not? You could have fun, and get paid for it!"

She was, of course, right. And there was absolutely no way I could turn down the chance.

"I’ll need some different clothes" I said, my mind jumping immediately to what I could wear.

"Well, Don, I’ve thought about that since last night. When Mother and Father left they gave me some emergency cash, just in case we hit major problems. They are not due back for three weeks, I think you are justified in using it, you can pay back out of your wages maybe."

She had all the answers. Which is why, in room 4 at the pub two days later, Monday evening, I was ready for my debut, Donna the barmaid. We had reckoned not many of the lads I knew would be in there midweek, it would give me time to settle before maybe facing them. I was really ready.

Very carefully made up, attractive but not too tarty I hoped, but I had allowed myself one luxury, or rather two. That morning I had gone into the TV shop Mary and Jacqui had told me about, and emerged rather embarrassed twenty minutes later with their second-largest breastforms, most of the so-called ‘emergency money’ gone in one go. The assistant had tried to be kind and understanding, I just felt very awkward dressed as a male and buying something like that.

To be honest I don’t remember much about the next couple of weeks, only that it was hard work! I turned up at the pub each evening at about 5 and went into room 4, and about an hour later emerged as ‘Donna’. Eric was very surprised that first evening, that I do remember. He complimented me on my appearance, all the time staring at the two bulges at the front of my blouse. He didn’t impose a total uniform code, merely white top, black skirt and black shoes. That I could cope with, by the end of the second week I had four such blouses, four skirts and five pairs of shoes, of heights varying from 2" to a totally towering 7". That last pair I hadn’t dared wear for work, but I had just had to buy them when I saw them.

But it was at the end of the second week that events started to overtake me. A great many of the customers of the pub were casual callers, I was very grateful that none of the regulars gave my game away. I wasn’t paid much but I got tips, and I soon learned that a well-aimed smile and an undone top button or two on my blouse helped in that department.

It was on the Thursday of that week that Jeff, in for a quick pint, paid me the enormous compliment of saying I looked ‘really foxy’ and of calling me Donna throughout our conversation. And it was at the end of Thursday night that I noticed Patrick - looking at me.

Patrick Hall was a resident in the pub, staying for a few days. Nobody in the village wanted to talk to him. He was from a firm in London, suspected of being here to inspect the HF Paper Company, one of the biggest employers on the Industrial estate outside the village, and maybe going back to London to recommend closing the factory down and transferring all the work to their factory in Scotland. He had come on Tuesday and was booked in until Saturday morning. And that Thursday night, he was looking at me!

The next night, for some reason, I wanted to look specially nice. I took even more care than usual with my makeup and with brushing out my wig. I still had to work hard, the pub was rather full, with both visitors and regulars. It was just before closing time when somebody realised it was Martin’s birthday and started to sing - THAT song! After which a couple of the girls gave him a birthday kiss. I was collecting glasses at the time, walking right past them, when I noticed him look at me. I put the two glasses I was carrying down and went over towards him. I put one hand gently on the side of his face and quickly touched my lips to his. There was a round of applause, and that was it, my first kiss.

Just after closing, as we were clearing up, Patrick appeared. I had spoken to him briefly when I had got him a drink the previous night.

"Donna, you look tired out, can I buy you a drink?"

To be honest I needed one. I restricted myself to one each evening and put cash for any others offered in the staff tips box. I looked round. The bar was empty, except Eric was sorting the takings, and Cheryl would be in soon to finish dealing with the glasses. I was safe. And Patrick, despite the rumours about him, seemed a nice guy. I could do it, like any other barmaid, sit and have a quiet drink at the end of the evening. I smiled at him and got myself a gin-and-tonic, indicating to Eric to add the cost to his bill. I went round into the bar, by the fire, and sat facing him. Automatically I crossed my legs, then tried to pull my skirt down a little, it had slid up as I moved.

"How long have you worked here, Donna?" he asked, a perfectly natural opening. I said just a couple of weeks, he carried on chatting for a few minutes, quite naturally. I was loving it, being talked to and appreciated as a woman - by a rather attractive man.

Eventually we got onto the topic of his stay at the pub. I told him about the rumours.

"That explains a lot" he said, looking worried for a moment. "But it’s wrong, I’m not here to close the factory, in fact I’ve just sent off my report recommending we extend it! The company has just won an enormous order from the States, it was a question of whether we expanded this factory or the one in Scotland. I was there last week, but it’s this one, definitely. The MD will get my report tonight, I faxed it straight to the him."

Suddenly I forgot myself. I did know that Martin and Jeff worked there and had both been very worried about there jobs. And another friend had just got engaged on the strength of his future earnings. I was thrilled for them, I leaned over and kissed Patrick on the cheek.

I realised what I had done, not to that fool George a few weeks back, but to a nice man. But he didn’t mind, he was smiling, maybe I had got away with it, after all he was leaving the next day.

"Why thank you, Donna" he said, and reached out to hold my hand. I breathed in sharply as he touched me, then again a moment later when his hand brushed against my nylonned thigh!

"You really are a most attractive woman. It’s a great shame I have to go back Sunday, but will you please have dinner with me here. Tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow? I thought you were leaving in the morning?"

"I was due to, but after that report I have just a little more work to do here. I should be able to finish, and catch the early train back to London on Sunday morning. How about it? Dinner?"

I was totally flummoxed. Yes, yes, I was screaming internally. But I couldn’t, I really couldn’t. How could I say no without hurting his feelings. In some way I did care what he felt.

I shuffled in my seat, my skirt slid up again. and, as I reached down I saw one of the buttons on my blouse, which had been straining to keep in my big breastforms, pop open to reveal even more of my cleavage, and the lace top to my bra. I’m not sure whether my makeup covered it - but I definitely blushed.

Patrick was staring at me, at my figure, my legs, my tits. His hand squeezed mine, his other hand went round my shoulders to hold me closer. Then he was stroking my thigh again, sliding his hand up inside my skirt!!

"Christ Donna, you really are a gorgeous woman. I would be thrilled if you would say yes. Please"

I was loving this - but I couldn’t say yes. In fact I was adoring it, the sexual overtones of the contact, the feeling that I looked so good as a woman, and I really DID want to look good, that a man was ‘hitting on me’. His hand slid up my thigh, just inside my skirt - I was in heaven! Then he surprised me.

"Donna, if you are thinking of saying ‘no’ because you are a transvestite, don’t. I know. I saw the newspaper cutting in the other bar this afternoon and asked Eric about it, otherwise I really would never have guessed. But I do want you to say yes, I would be honoured. Please."

That night, for the first time, I didn’t change in room 4. I just shoved my clothes in the hold-all and trotted out to the car. Happy. Very happy. Patrick had owned up to being interested in TVs, he said he thought he was maybe bisexual, though he hadn’t actually gone all the way with the only one he had actually met, in a club in London.

And I had said yes, dinner would be lovely. At first I had thought it would be best to go elsewhere, not in the pub restaurant. But then I decided it would be a good thing, if any of my friends saw us it would confirm what they knew already, that there was more to this than me dressing up for fun. I was changing in some way.

As I went into the lounge at home Jacqui looked up, then turned the television off.

"Well, Don, this is a first. So tell me, you have a strange look on your face, what does this mean?"

Looking as I looked at that moment, in my ‘working’ clothes, white blouse, short black skirt and heels, I was a bit disappointed to be called ‘Don’. But I let that pass.

"I thought it might be an idea not to change, for once, you know, just to stay as a woman for a while longer."

"Don’t try to kid me, little ‘sister’. I know you too well. Something’s happened, hasn’t it. Did one of the guys in the pub try to hit on you? Or - I know, I can tell. You have met someone, haven’t you? Someone has made a pass at you!"

"Well, Jacqui, something like that. But not really. I’ve been invited for dinner tomorrow night."

"A date! Donna, you have a date! Oh Donna, I am so thrilled for you. Now, tell me all about it"

So I did. All about it, finishing with Patrick’s revelation that he did know my secret, that it really excited him, and he still wanted to invite me.

"Well, Donna, I needn’t ask, you obviously want to go through with this. BUT. I have to say, I am going to have to vet him, you know. Mother put me in charge of my ‘little brother’ while they are away and you have changed an awful lot these past few weeks. I need to make sure about this. Tomorrow morning I’ll go down to the pub early, see Eric, I need to talk to this man."

And with that we went to bed, it was getting late and we had talked for quite a while. For the very first time I stayed as ‘Donna’ - in a way - overnight. I had to take off my makeup and jewellery and so on, and my wig of course. But I did sleep in a nightie.

And I am almost ashamed to say, on such an important day, I slept in. It was after 10 when I stirred, woken by the sound of Jacqui driving into the yard. I peeked out of the curtains to be sure it was her. Then I dressed - another first, so early in the day. I came downstairs half an hour later in white sweater and black miniskirt, having tried for a less ‘evening’ look with my makeup, something like what I had been wearing when Jacqui and I had gone shopping that first time.

"Hi there - Donna. Welcome to the land of the living - or rather the waking. I left you asleep, you probably needed it after last night. I’ve had a very successful morning."

And over breakfast she told all. She had indeed gone down to the pub and had met with Patrick before he set off to the factory.

"And yes, I do approve. He seems a nice level-headed guy, likes you a lot, and seems ideal to help with you ‘coming-out’. No problems, in fact he is rather a dish, isn’t he?"

I admitted I hadn’t really thought of him that way, but yes, I supposed he was.

"Problem is, Donna, you really could do with something special to wear

tonight, but we have blown all the spare cash on your ‘breasts’, and you

haven’t got paid this week yet, have you? So I had a brainwave, I popped in

to see Mary and tell her, she is thrilled too. She used to be a size bigger,

your size, she says she’s sure she has something nice you could borrow so we

are going round there early evening. And I also sorted out your shift, with

Eric"

I realised - I hadn’t thought of that, I was supposed to be working in the bar.

"Mary and I are going to do it, serve behind the bar tonight. It also means I can keep an eye on you - in case there is trouble. Don’t worry, I will stay out of the way if things are going well. Now, it is liable to take all day to do this but you are going to be thoroughly ready by 8. Have another coffee now, then get back in the bathroom. You need to shift your body hair again, I want your skin baby-smooth. I am going shopping, you need a few things to totally fit the part. Off you go, girl!"

It did take nearly all day, but by 6 o’clock we were ready, Jacqui was pulling into Mary’s drive. Mary skipped out of the house to greet us, embracing me and kissing my ultra-smooth cheek, one of her hands grasping my bum. I was embarrassed but, I thought, that’s nothing new these days!

By 6.30 I was naked in Mary’s bedroom, a very strange place indeed, deep red sheets and bed-cover, black curtains, all sorts of strange and wonderful clothes lying around. Mary said she had the perfect outfit for my date. I was really getting very excited at the prospect.

Then Mary said, "No more questions. Let’s get you dressed."

With that, she opened a large wardrobe. I was very surprised when she removed a red satin Victorian-style tight-lacing corset! She saw my expression, and she said, "Yes, it’s for you, honey."

It had black lace trim, strong black stringing in the back, and black garters attached to the bottom. Then Jacqui produced a pack of black seamed silk stockings, a bright red bra with black trim and large cups, and a pair of bright red silk panties with black trim around the waistband and leg openings. From another bag, she removed my own shiny patent leather, five-inch spike heelsAs I sat there gawking at the things, the girls said, "Come on, you’re familiar with this kind of stuff, lets get going."

Jacqui held up the red Victorian-style corset - it was of very sturdy construction, made of boned satin with hook closures in front and had many rows of eyelets in back for the black string lacing.

"Sit down so we can get this on you", Jacqui insisted. I just knew the corset would give me outrageous curves, and I had to wear it. Before I could say more, Jacqui ordered me to "Inhale", and began lacing me up extremely tightly at the back while Mary laughed and helped her by crimping my waist with her hands and pulling the corset eyelets closer together.

Then Jacqui pressed her knee into my back to give her more leverage for pulling the string taut. She said that it might be a bit uncomfortable, but I would get used to it. When the girls finally finished lacing me up, the corset was exceedingly tight, and they exclaimed with delight that it gave me an amazingly curvy, twenty-inch waist!

Next came the silky bra with bright red cups and black lace trim. Mary slid the straps up my arms and clasped it shut in the back.

The large cups were needed to hold in, well, partly hold in, my massive breasts. I was a bulging 40-DD. The dressing continued to build as Jacqui got the matching pair of bright red silk panties with black lace trim around the waistband and leg openings.

Mary held them out and giggled that my "girlie arse will look great in these." As she pulled them up my legs, they gave me a most feminine, silky, shapely pelvis and behind. Next, I unrolled the delicate, long, black silk stockings up my smooth legs, securely fastening the corset’s six garters to the stocking tops. Looking down, I couldn’t believe it was really my own body I was seeing! I know I had done well before, I had ‘acquired’ a good figure but this was incredible. My shiny leather, five-inch spike heels followed.

They were the crowning touch to my extremely sexy feminine legs. I walked about a bit to practice - no problem, I knew I was good in heels. My attention turned to what Jacqui was doing - she produced a short black PVC dress - Mary asked me how I liked it, I was speechless.

The thought of parading around wearing that dress was incredible! I stepped into it as both girls tugged it up, and guided my arms through the sleeve openings. It had an extremely provocative cut, short-sleeves, a sexy plunging neckline, a very tight skirt, highly accentuating my waist, hips and arse. As Mary zipped me up in back I just could not believe the sensations I was feeling! It was electrifying!

The girls were smiling, and I just stood there in a trance. When I came back down to earth however, I again began to worry about actually going through with this. For one thing, my dress was so short it only came down to about two inches below my crotch and was just below my stocking tops and garters. If I made the slightest bend or wrong movement, or just even walked too fast, my panties and garters would be exposed for everyone to see! I asked if my outfit wasn’t too short, and Mary said that any man worth his salt would love to get his wife or girlfriend into a tight ultra mini-dress, and she assumed Patrick would be no different.

"I am not so sure I can do this", I protested. "Maybe this is going too far"

Mary ignored my comments and sat me down to begin the final steps of turning me into as gorgeous a female as she could. My attention was turned to the cosmetics that Mary had on the dresser. Jacqui said that my eyebrows needed shaping and then darkening with eyebrow pencil.

She began plucking my eyebrows with tweezers while telling me to be still. In the meantime, Mary applied extremely long red artificial fingernails to my hands, then painted thin gold tips to my long nails. Very fancy - in fact, gorgeous! Then she spread a creamy foundation all over my face using a damp facial sponge, to further even out my skin and give me a nice base. Jacqui coloured my soft, curvy eyebrows with black eyebrow pencil. They looked very womanly.

Then Jacqui held the back of my neck with her hand and had me look up at her. She said I really had big, beautiful eyes, and that I should show them off - Patrick may well spend quite some time looking into them. She picked up a black eyeliner pencil and began using it on the rims of my eyelids.

She lined my eyelids with black lines. My huge eyes were soon encircled in the sexy black liner. Next, Jacqui mixed shades of rose and pink eye shadow together. I was told to close my eyes, and Jacqui applied the shadow liberally to my lids and brow bone using a sponge-tipped eye applicator. The shadow further complimented my dazzling eyes.

Mary said that she had some fake eyelashes that she thought would look pretty on me, and she glued them in place over my own eyelashes. She then brushed on some mascara to blend in and further thicken the lashes. Big, feathery, dark eyelashes resulted. Next, attention was turned to my lips. Jacqui giggled that she wanted to do my lips.

She picked up a red lip pencil, held my chin with one hand, and with the other she carefully outlined my lips with the pencil to define and colour the boarders. Then she took a tube of bright red lipstick and generously filled in my outlined lips with the rich red cosmetic. To even further accentuate my lips, she painted gloss over my lipstick using a lip brush, giving my lips a bright, glossy shine.

"This is the new Revlon ‘Kissable’. I think you might need it tonight!" I hoped she was right.

When she was finished, I had the biggest, reddest, shiniest lips I had ever seen on anyone! Even the girls were amazed at my features. Some reddish blush was then swept over my cheekbones and lightly brushed on my forehead, nose, and chin using a gentle blusher brush to add a soft glow to my complexion.

Jacqui was extremely pleased with my makeover, and kept saying she couldn’t believe how good I looked. My hair and makeup were totally extravagant, I must admit! Mary offered me a pair of long silver drop clip earrings, warning that, "You had better not lose these." Three rings, two bracelets, and two necklaces followed. I sprayed ‘Miss Dior’, my favourite, lightly over my cleavage and a few finishing touches were made to my hair and makeup. Finally, the girls were satisfied with their work.

Jacqui was ecstatic, and said things like, "I was truly beautiful", and "I should have been born a girl, etc." She had me stand up and Mary lead me by the arm as I delicately swished over to the full-length mirror in my micro-dress and five-inch heels. I had caught some enchanting glimpses of myself in the vanity mirror as I was being made up, but now I was absolutely astonished as I clearly saw myself to be a STUNNING redhead in the full-length mirror!!! My mind was racing to fast for me to think. I realised - Jacqui had not done this just for her own fun, not just so I could have fun.

"Wow" said Jacqui. "Man-bait!! I have seen a change in your attitude to dressing over the previous two weeks Donna", she said, "and I know this date is very special indeed. Patrick will be thrilled to be with you, I am sure"

I still couldn’t believe my own eyes! My hair, makeup, shapely stocking-clad legs, short, sexy outfit, etc. were all perfect! With the extremely tight corset, five-inch heels, protruding breasts and plunging cleavage, I wiggled pronouncedly as I walked.

Mary decided she would also lend me her sexy, artificial, but luxurious mink coat to cover my outfit. She slipped me into it and buttoned me up. The lovely garment ended well above my knees, still revealing plenty of my seductive, stocking-clad legs. I grabbed my handbag, I was ready!

We all drove down to the pub, in Jacqui’s car, they were due to start at 8.00. We had decided I would sit in the car for just a few minutes, to compose myself, to think about what I was getting into, while the two of them got sorted in the bar and ready. I sat there for two minutes. For five minutes. For nearly ten minutes. It was Jacqui who came out, to see what had happened to me.

"I know you are supposed to keep your date waiting, but don’t overdo it.

Second thoughts, Don. You can back out, you know, if you are not sure. Patrick is waiting but I can quite easily go and tell him you are not ready for this."

I breathed in.

"I am!" I exclaimed. yes, I was ready. OK I had butterflies but suddenly I was in no doubt, I wanted this. I got out of the car and locked it and followed Jacqui. She slipped in the side door, I went in the front.

 

Chapter 7 First date

I do like making entrances, that was one of the best. I didn’t wait for anybody’s reaction, just strode across the bar, as easily as my tight skirt would allow. I didn’t see Patrick at first, but Jeff was there, looking at me. I had assumed none of my mates would be there on a Saturday evening, they often took their girlfriends into town. Then I remembered Jeff had just finished with Lisa. I walked up to him and smiled, putting my hand on his.

"Hi Jeff, how are you? OK I hope. Very sorry to hear about you and Lisa, I hope things work out OK."

"Christ Don" was all he could say.

"Donna" I said, smiled, and moved across to where I had just seen Patrick waiting. I KNOW Jeff was watching my bum wiggling, I heard a strangled cry from behind me as I walked away towards my ‘date’.

"Donna!" was exactly what Patrick said as I held out my hand towards him. He took it gently and pulled me a little closer. I did what I knew I had to do. I knew that, behind me, Jeff, and Jacqui and Mary, and probably Eric and Cheryl and several others were watching. Jacqui told me later she could see Eric adjusting his trousers! I leaned over towards Patrick and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Not just a little peck, quite a bit longer than that, our cheeks caressed for a few seconds before we parted. I was glad to see Jacqui’s ‘Kissable’ lipstick worked - there was no trace left behind. I heard a movement behind me, Eric was moving my chair by the table in the small dining corner in the corner of the bar. The new dining room, I knew, was nearly finished, we would have to eat in the bar, not in full view of all the customers but not as privately as we could have been. I didn’t care. I was happy.

"Patrick, are you sure about this, you know what everyone is thinking - about you, about me?" I asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

He reached over the table and took my hand again. "I don’t care, I am dining with a gorgeous woman and I don’t care what anyone else thinks"

I smiled to him, grateful for such an opportunity to ‘come out’ in public. We did the ordering, I went for a small meal, couldn’t imagine fitting much inside Mary’s waist cincher, and Patrick poured the wine.

"To us" he said, holding his glass up. I ‘clinked’ his and repeated the toast, reveling in every moment of the experience.

The meal wasn’t sensational but it was good, and Patrick was great company, telling me about his job, his life in London, the bits he liked and the parts he detested, asking me about what I liked to do, he was careful about that, didn’t dwell on my past life. Just after the dessert as we were waiting for the coffee I realised - I had to ‘go’. I just hadn’t thought of that! I excused myself and picked up my handbag, Patrick knew his manners, he stood when a ‘lady’ left the table. I turned and walked towards Jacqui who was behind the bar, in a quiet moment, watching. She realised what was wrong.

"Hang on a moment, Donna, I’ll have a quick word with Cheryl".

I had thought that I could sneak through the back, into the ‘en-suite’ toilet in our changing room, Room 4 but Jacqui had put a stop to that. She came back quickly, smiling.

"Go ahead, Donna" she said, smiling and gesturing towards the Ladies. I know I had dashed in there accidentally once before, but this was new, an acceptance from Cheryl about who or rather what I was. I went in. There was fortunately nobody in there, I slipped into a cubicle and did what was needed. Coping with that dress and my under-garments was not easy in the confined space but I managed. As I was about to leave Jacqui came in.

"OK Donna, I thought you might have problems but you seem to have done well here. How is it going then, little ‘sister’?"

"It’s going OK" I said non-committally.

"It’s going better than that, I’ve been watching him all evening you know. He really is rather a dish, you know. And he is totally smitten with you, and that means the next possible problem IS going to happen. Serves you right for all the flirting you have been doing, you tart. I hope you are ready for it."

And before I could reply Cheryl put her head round the door.

"Now then girls, come on, Jacqui has work to do."

As we left Jacqui slipped behind the bar again, I headed back over towards Patrick. I noticed Jeff, who had been hidden from my view, sitting beside a girl I recognised. She lived about three doors down from us, I couldn’t remember her name, the family had only moved in a couple of weeks earlier and I had only spoken to her once. I was sure she would not recognise me. I slid my bum onto the bench seat next to Jeff and put my hand over his.

As I sat my skirt slid up to reveal, to Jeff and his companion and to anyone else who happened to be watching at that moment, the lace tops of my stockings, and a garter, and a stretch of bare thigh. It felt great, Donna the tart!

"Hi there, I’m Donna" and smiled at her.

She was puzzled but replied "Hello, I’m Caroline, pleased to meet you."

"Sorry, Caroline, am I butting in, just wanted to tell Jeff, that was a great goal you scored on Saturday, he really is something, our Jeff. Say hello to Martin for me when you see him".

I squeezed his hand and smiled at then both, then stood and strolled across towards Patrick, trying to pull my skirt down as I moved.

We finished our coffee and I was thinking we would probably move back to the bar when Eric re-appeared again with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Again we toasted each other. The bubbly, and the two glasses of wine I had during the meal were having en effect. I giggled. We got up and began to move across into the main bar, I felt Patrick’s hand stroking the seat of my dress. I looked up at him and grinned, and grabbed his hand.

Then it was his turn. "Excuse me a moment, darling, I need to speak to young Jeff over there"

I was puzzled, then realised. Jeff worked at the paper factory, Patrick was obviously sorting a little business. Jacqui was at my elbow and steered me to one side.

"Donna, I thought this would happen, I brought some of your clothes with me, they are in our small blue case in room 4. If needed. OK?"

She had thought ahead. She knew. I was about to lose my virginity as Donna, and she didn’t mind. In fact she was beaming, she accepted it. She was almost accepting me as a sister.

I turned and took Patrick’s hand once more. I looked round at the few customers still in the bar. I must admit I got a little upset at that moment. Jacqui, Mary, Eric and Cheryl had all been so kind. But I could see Jeff standing with Martin and a couple of other guys. They weren’t exactly laughing but they were chatting and looking together, in a not-too-kind way. I imagined the comments they were making. I didn’t like that. Hell, I thought, who cares what they think. I’ll get even, I will.

And with that I followed Patrick out of the bar towards the residential part of the pub. He paused for a moment outside our changing room, Room 4, and looked at me. I squeezed his hand harder and smiled, he smiled too, and gently pulled me along towards his room. Room 2 wasn’t splendid though it was the best in the pub. But it was more than adequate for our needs.

As we closed the door behind us he turned to face me.

"This is it" I thought. "No backing out now" As if I would! I moved towards him and slid my hands up his lapels, holding his head in my hands, and reached up to kiss him.

Apart from the pecks for Eric and a couple of other guys in the previous few weeks, that was my first real kiss with a man. And what an experience. My lips caressed his at first, then I became more passionate. I felt a hand slide down my back to me bum, then down further until it slid my skirt up. I opened my mouth wider and gave it all I had got. That kiss went on for absolutely ages, we were both engrossed, both excited by new possibilities.

Patrick had explained things to me over dinner. Quietly. How he had never ‘got on’ with girls, just didn’t seem interested, dates had just fizzled out in his teens and early twenties, fun but no more. How he had once met a man who seemed to like him, and who he liked. But the other man was a more experienced ‘gay’ and realised there was really nothing between them. And how he had once been excited on meeting a transvestite in a gay club, had gone as far as visiting ‘her’ flat, but had chickened out at the last moment, having problems coming to terms with his rather strange tastes.

As our lips parted Patrick spoke first.

"Donna, this is different. I know what you really are, and what I am too but I am excited, as never before, being in the presence of such a gorgeous creature."

I was thrilled, flattery does wonders for any girl’s self-esteem. I kissed him lightly again. I slid my hand down his shirt front, I could feel his excitement, he seemed to be having an enormous erection. I began to unbutton his shirt, kissing his hairy chest as I went.

"Patrick, we have to do this now, I have been so horny all evening, you have no idea what it’s like, seeing you looking at me like you have, I can feel the lust oozing out of you."

My fingers reached the belt of his trousers - I didn’t stop, undoing the belt, pulling the zip down, reaching in and finding.... the most gorgeous, hard, massive erect cock, I held it gently in my red-nailed hands, then realised it did not need to be handled so gently. I gripped it hard and kissed Patrick hard on the lips again, feeling his wonderful shaft respond as I did so.

I heard his cry and looked up, his face was one of ecstasy. "Donna, that is fantastic, you do so much for me."

"Patrick, my darling, I just hope I can help you, give you more success than before"

"Donna, any success would be welcome, I had begun to think it would never come my way"

I realised what he had said.

"You mean - you never actually did, I mean, you are a virgin. Hell, that’s an awful responsibility to put on me"

He looked down into my eyes, smiling still. "Don’t worry, Donna, I’ve felt good before but never like this. I want you to be my woman."

"Only for you," I breathed in his ear. My lace-encased tits brushed against his chest, my leg rubbed his. "Touch me" I asked, "Please. I’m your woman." I took his hand and placed it on my breast.

"Oh God." I leaned in and kissed him. He resisted just a little but I pushed him down onto the bed, I rolled onto him and groped his body with my hands. I couldn’t resist, as he knew I couldn’t. He tentatively slid his free hand inside my bra.

"Yes" I moaned.

He rolled on top of me. I kissed his lips, explored his mouth, felt his tongue tenderly caress mine. I ran my hands down his back as he kissed my neck.

"I need it. I want it. Christ Patrick, I need to get fucked, I want you to be the one to do it" I moaned.

I pulled him hard against me, kissed him long and hard. Nervously, I reached down again with my right hand, and gently gripped the shaft of his cock. I saw my scarlet-and-gold tipped fingers on it. I moved my hand back and forth. The skin felt like satin, and is was so soft but over a rock-hard core. He must really like me.

I was fascinated. I moved my head forward and felt the dryness of his cock head on my lips. I pursed my lips and kissed the head of his cock. I liked the way the dryness felt on my lips, as I kissed his cock. I could not help but to look up at him. I saw his blue eyes looking down at me. I wondered what I must look like to him.

Did he see me as a pretty girl, kissing his cock for him? I hoped so. His eyes fascinated me. He smiled with them, then he spoke quietly.

"Open your pretty mouth Donna, and put my cock inside your mouth."

It was the right thing for me to do. I opened my mouth and felt his cock as it moved ever so slowly over my sensitive lips, as he entered me. I could hardly believe what I was doing, but I could not stop myself. I wanted to please my boy friend, like any other girl wants to please a man she likes.

I received him till I could feel his cock head pressing against my cheeks. I wanted him to be very happy. I had never sucked a cock before, so I really did not know what I was doing, but I licked at it, and I sucked hard on it, as he withdrew it from my mouth, till only the head of it was still inside of my mouth.

Then he moved forward again, once again filling my mouth with him. He seemed so big. As his cock moved back into my mouth, I licked the underside of it for him. I knew that he was using my mouth, like a man used a vagina, but I liked the way he felt as he moved inside of me. Over and over again, I took him in him, and sucked hard as he withdrew again from me.

Then I greedily swallowed him again. I wanted to please him. I wanted to be a loving girl for him. I wanted him to like me, and to like what I was doing. I wanted for him to want me to do this again and again for him.

"Ohhh... Donna... You are so good at sucking a cock. Yes... Suck me darling.

Make me cum for you. I want to cum in you, my darling. Yes... "

As I heard his words, I felt him start to get bigger in my mouth. I slid off him and off the bed.

"Come here," he beckoned. He slowly moved to me, then he quickly bent and grabbed my breasts.

"Umm" I moaned and my hand grabbed his cock and stroked it again. He moved from tit to tit, his face was flushed with lust. I stroked him more until he was rock hard again, then held his hot cock firmly in my hand. I put my free hand under his chin and lifted his face to mine. We kissed hungrily, our bodies grinding together.

"Now. Please. Please, Patrick."

After a long pause, he put his big hands on the cheeks of my arse. My breath caught and my legs tensed involuntarily.

"Yes, take me," I urged. My arse clenched.

"Relax," he said, "this will be sensational, I can feel it."

"Thank you Patrick," I snuffled, "I want it so much, I NEED you to fuck me." I relaxed a little and one finger slid into my hole, followed by a second and a third.

"Wait," I said. I wiggled my arse, pushed it higher in the air, and spread my legs wider.

"OK," I murmured and his fingers slid in and out again.

"Oh. Yes," I said softly. I stared blankly straight ahead

"Ohhhhhhh."

I turned and lay on the bed, opening my legs and lifting my arse high. I felt his hard prick, I gasped. Steadily he increased the pressure against my anus. I spread my legs even farther and pushed my arse-hole toward him. He slid his gorgeous cock in and buried a few inches.

"Uh!" I grunted. He moved back and forth, slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, travelling deeper and deeper into me each time. I wanted it so much, but it hurt. I whimpered, grunted and moaned. I bucked my arse, trying to help him along, but we were not quite in synch. It was hot and lusty but also clumsy, awkward and painful, we were both new to this. I hurried my motions, trying to get more, trying to make it end.

Then his balls banged against me and he was all the way home. He stopped, amazed and frightened by what he’d done. I froze too; then twisted so I could see with my own amazed eyes that he was all the way in.

"Wow." I said. Then I smiled, laughed and shouted, "WOW! You’re in, all the way inside me, that is just sensational."

Patrick was startled, then grinned and laughed too. As he recovered he leaned over me and caressed my boobs. Then he bent all the way over my and kissed my lips very tenderly. His hands gripped my tits.

"Umm. Nice. Very nice, in fact that is fucking sensational"

I encouraged him, still giggling lightly. He began again, smoothly sliding his cock almost all the way out of my arse, then smoothly forward, a little faster. The movements so relaxed me that it didn’t hurt anymore. It felt wonderful—so hard and hot inside me. His hands caressed my boobs; he slammed his cock into me harder and faster. I’d never felt anything like that before. I watched his body strain, working hard, sweating over the gorgeous tart beneath him. He urged his cock on—faster and harder. His hands pinched and pulled my nipples.

"You’re so tight!" he gasped at me. "I don’t think I can hold it!" He kissed my nipple and bit it lightly with his teeth.

"Don’t wait," I said. "Fuck me hard, Patrick, please, make me a woman, I do so want it."

I felt his climax building deep within him. My mind was gone, blown away by animal instinct and lust. My lips curled back and my eyes rolled up in their sockets. Blinding, swirling, pleasure radiated from my arse. My primal instincts forced me on toward an explosion. I shook and vibrated, digging my long red nails into his back, reveling in the total pleasure of the experience. I slammed myself back towards him in perfect unison with his strokes. Then my mind exploded and energy shot through every fibre of my body.

"AAAHHHH" I screamed as his cock spewed into my ‘cunt’, he shot his thick seed deep into me.

"UUHHH! Christ, you are gorgeous, you are sensational, you are....!" he blurted out as he spasmed more and more cum into me, slamming his cock deep and hard, sliding ever more smoothly as his cum lubricated me and made the experience even more pleasurable. My mind slowly regained control of my body as small after-shock orgasms rippled through me. For long minutes I basked in the afterglow of our lust, soaking in the erotic sensations. He held me, caressing me and kissing me lightly.

I took his hand from my breasts, brought it to my lips and kissed it. His cock softened slowly and slipped reluctantly from my wet arse. I felt empty and disappointed when it was gone from me. I turned to him, we hugged and kissed softly. It was all tenderness now after our brutal lovemaking. Our hands slid lightly over each other. We enjoyed the curves, muscles, skin and sweat of our bodies.

We cuddled together, him behind me, his arm possessively draped over my breasts and his deflated cock nestled in my arse crack. We slept the sound sleep of the satisfied.

Patrick was already up when I woke in the morning. It was a glorious day, sunlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains. He was just dressing.

"Well my lover, how as it for you?" he asked.

I smiled. "Patrick my lover, that was the best fuck I have ever had in my life. Honest."

He beamed widely and came over to hold me and kiss me. I could see his pants bulging again.

"Er - Patrick. Have we got time?" I joked, looking at the sign of his obvious pleasure.

"I very much regret, my darling, that I am going to have to love you and leave you as they say. I have to be back in London later this morning. Sorry, I REALLY am."

We said goodbye, very passionately, Patrick really was very erect and my attentions did nothing to help. Finally though he dashed down to breakfast while I slipped along the corridor, carrying my dress and shoes, and into room 4. I threw the clothes on the bed and opened the blue bag.

But it was not what I expected. It was not a T-shirt and jeans and trainers and so on. It did contain my make-up, and the solvent for the breast adhesive and cleaning lotions. But the only clothes were a black leather mini-skirt, a blouse and my lower (4"!) stilettos. Jacqui knew - she didn’t expect ‘Don’ to come home that morning, just ‘Donna’.

I stripped off the small robe I had been wearing and grabbed the top and the mini. Within three minutes I was scampering down the stairs, probably giggling at the thought of Patrick’s face - and Eric’s, I dashed into the dining room, Patrick was just getting his juice from the small hatch. Eric wasn’t there but Cheryl was, she didn’t look at all surprised, just smiled in my direction. Patrick caught her gaze and turned, just as I slid my hand into his.

"Hi Cheryl, can you stretch to one more breakfast?" I asked, looking Patrick in the eye. I was still worried he might rather not be seen with me, certainly after what had obviously been, to me, to him, and to Cheryl, a jolly good night’s sex.

"No problem Donna dear, orange juice, or apple?"

We actually sat and had breakfast together! Me and Patrick! The good-byes afterwards took quite a long time but eventually he had to get off to drive back to London. I went home alone, and stayed alone. A note on the kitchen table told its own story.

"Donna. Gone to Mary’s, then straight back to college, sorry I missed you.

Hope you had a good night!!! Take care, K."

 

Chapter 8 Revenge

I caught up on my sleep that afternoon, not working Sundays. But the reaction of my ‘friends’ in the bar the previous night kept nagging me. Was it unfair? Could they accept me - as a woman? I had to find out. And now was as good a time as any. I needed a drink to reassure myself. Could I do it? Really make an impression on my friends as a woman?

I spent all day worrying about it. The Sunday afternoon found me sitting at the kitchen table, thinking it all over and watching television. The lads would certainly be in the pub for the Sunday evening drinks. I looked at my watch and realised I wasn’t going to be able to put this off any longer. It was time. I walked into my bedroom and laid out every single item of women’s clothing I owned. I stood with my arms folded looking at everything spread before me. What exactly would I wear? I knew exactly the kind of statement I wanted to make that night!

I stripped off totally and started with a very hot bath, loads of suds and a sweet-smelling oil in the water. I applied body lotion to soften my skin even more. Then I polished my toenails and stuck on really long fingernails in a bright red, which would match my lipstick. After much thought, I went and got my biggest breast forms, I was going to show off tonight and how! I took the cement and painted the forms, then lay down on the bed and positioned the breasts over my nipples and smoothed out all of the skin, around the breasts, carefully smoothing and fixing the make-up over the top edges. The breasts were really beautiful, a perfectly formed ‘DD’ cup, with nipples that were constantly hard.

I got my black satin basque with the red piping around the top and the bottom. It had a quarter bra at the top which did nothing but push the breasts up and out, and it had eight garters at the bottom. Although it looked very soft and feminine, it was heavily boned and was made to literally shape the figure to an hour-glass form. It laced fully in the front and as I pulled the laces together, I could feel my body changing shape. My waist was being pulled in very tight indeed, and the top and bottom of me was getting bigger.

When I got through with the lacing, my breasts were barely inside the quarter bra they had been pushed up and out so much, and I was really sticking out in the back, a really tempting arse I hoped.

I sat down to put on my sheer black seamed silk stockings which I was going to wear tonight, and as I fastened the eight garters, I could feel them tugging on my stockings all the way around.

In the bathroom I teased and brushed out my shoulder-length wig. I pulled a little bit of hair down on my forehead, and fluffed it all up real good to give me a feminine look. My makeup followed, I was getting good at it by now, didn’t really need Jacqui or Mary to help at all. I deliberately went a bit too far, really sharply-defined eyes with deep black eyeliner and mascara. Then I lined my lips with deep red liner and filled in with a bright red wet-look lipstick.

I picked up my highest heeled stilettos, absolutely towering 7" heels I had got from the TV shop. Yes! I looked across at my skirts. I stood quietly lost in my thoughts for a moment. Then the answer came to me. It really wasn’t a voice in my head so much as a feeling, it said: "Do it. Do it because you can and deep down you’ve always wanted to. But do it BIG". And at that moment I knew I was going to give the boys something to think about. I was going to get them worried, worried with lust. I was going to look as steaming hot as I could muster, as foxy, as fuckable as I possibly could.

I went to work. I became excited thinking about all the admiring looks my body would get, from those who didn’t know, and those who knew the truth and couldn’t help themselves while their cocks hardened in their pants.

I slipped on a sheer black attention-getting top that dipped obscenely in the front exposing my cleavage and was bound to attract very large amounts of exactly the right sort of inspection, maybe even from close up. I pulled on the tight ultra-short slit leather skirt that hugged my every curve closely so that only a thin layer of material showcased my curved round arse. I slipped my feet into my black patent leather 7" ‘I need fucking’ stilettos, and carefully fastened the thin ankle straps. My feet arched sexily in the shoes, the legs, the skirt, the tits, the shoes, I was truly a TART!.

My wig hung to my shoulders, my make-up was extravagant, my lips were pencilled and lipsticked to look pouty and inviting. I looked in the mirror, and it said it all. I was an object of desire. I wanted to be looked at, desired, lusted after. I grabbed my bag, headed out to the car and drove off.

Walking across the car park across towards the pub, my thin high-heels clicking on the pavement with each step, I could feel eyes upon me from another car which pulled in. For now at least, I felt confident and I felt good. I looked at my watch: 10:00 - perfect. I walked full stride through the front doors into the main bar. I looked around the room.

It was by no means full, never really was on a Sunday but the three I wanted to see were all there, Martin, Roger - and Jeff. They turned as I went in, and all six eyes opened wide. I strolled up to Martin and leaned over him, he couldn’t help but stare right down my cleavage.

"Hi there big boy" I said in a really husky and sexy voice. "How about getting a girl a G&T?"

He gulped rather, then got up and headed for the bar. I sat down next to Jeff and smiled at him, shuffling up close and crossing my long nylonned legs, really getting excited myself as my skirt slid up to expose stocking tops, garters and bare thighs.

I slid closer and put my hand on his arm.

"Christ, Don, stop it will you. I am getting a hard on. OK, I know you want me to say it, you look really great."

"How great, Jeff, tell me" I whispered, leaning over until my face was only inches from his. I am sure he could smell my perfume, I could certainly smell his sweat, he was embarrassed to hell.

"Don you look sensational, really. In fact if you were a girl I would happily fuck you."

I backed off, that was enough for now. My gin arrived, it was time for some serious drinking. Over the hour I got close to each of the guys in turn, stroking an arm here, sliding my red-tipped fingers up a leg there, just gently easing up towards the crotch.

I could tell they were all getting very worried indeed, and quite drunk too. So much so that Martin and Roger couldn’t stand it any longer, they both got up and left in rather a hurry. But Jeff didn’t, he was looking at me. I had got him! He didn’t know it, but I could tell, he wanted me! I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek, reveling in the fact that there were a fair number of people watching us.

I stood up and flashed my thighs again, lifting my leg onto a stool to adjust my garter in full view. I felt fantastic, it was not easy posing in those towering heels but I could tell it was having the right effect.

I leaned over to whisper provocatively in his ear. "Jeff, I am really a little tipsy, how about we go back to your flat for a coffee?"

In fact we were both a bit drunk, we were not so much holding each other out of affection, more holding each other up as we staggered back to his place. Fortunately it wasn’t far, less than 100 yards. I got the kettle ready while he dashed to the bathroom, then I went while he did the coffee. But I wasn’t too far gone to do what was needed, I squirted a good load of KY jelly up my arse, tucked my cock away and pulled my panties up tight. I checked my makeup, I was ready - nearly.

I stood outside the bathroom and breathed deeply for a few seconds, then went down and into the kitchen, trying to exaggerate my hip movements a little. I smiled sweetly as Jeff offered me the coffee and again tried to adopt a sexy rather sultry voice.

"Thank you, darling" I said in as matter-of-fact a way as I could, trying to make it sound the natural thing to say - calling him ‘darling’.

He didn’t sit on the sofa, instead perched on one of the stools in the kitchen. The perfect opportunity! I slid the other stool across next to his and hoisted myself up onto it, crossing my legs as I did so and making sure my thigh was in contact with his. My skirt rode up yet again, as I had hoped, to reveal my stocking tops and just a little bare thigh. We sipped our coffee for a few minutes.

"Jeff, please be honest with me, do you think I look attractive?"

"Really, Don, you do look gorgeous!" For some reason I didn’t mind him calling me ‘Don’ just then.

I reached across to touch my hand to his face, sliding my long red nails down his cheek just a little. I could SEE the bulge growing in his trousers again!

"Thank you, darling" I said again, but this time I just leaned over and very gently touched my lips to his. It was electrifying.

"Don"

"Yes, Jeff?"

I could see he was having trouble.

"Don, I think you look totally gorgeous!"

"Then call me Donna, my darling, and you can have me"

"Donna, I want you"

That did it! I slipped off the stool and pulled him closer to me and kissed him. Not gently this time, but hard, long, and passionately. Our lips gripped tightly together, our tongues mingled, I could feel his hands sliding down my back and over my bum. He was desperate.

I pushed at him, my hands slipped inside his shirt, I caressed his bare chest, I found my body pressed against his. I backed away a little, only to have him follow me into the lounge. I stripped off my blouse and slid down my skirt, then turned to face him.

"Come on, Jeff, you know you want it."

He leered down at me. Suddenly I wasn’t totally in control and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Jeff was too excited to be restrained. He had watched as I teased him, showing my long silky legs off to him. Now he was going to have me. He grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head, holding them against the corner of the wall with one hand as his other grabbed my left tit and squeezed tightly. I watched in joy as his fingers sank into the big mammary balloon, almost disappearing from sight.

"Jesus, you have nice tits," he sighed. I wanted him to suck them, but he pulled me away from the wall and over in front of him, holding me against him. I struggled energetically as he held my wrists above my head, humping his groin into my crotch.

He rubbed his hand across my big, meaty tit balloons, feeling his fingers press into my nipples as he rubbed across them. His hand slid down to my panties. He hugged me tightly, his mouth seeking, then finding mine. His hands moved round to my arse to pull me tightly against him as his lips crushed mine. My huge titties pressed against his chest like pillows squashed between our bodies as his mouth ravished me. His lips were sliding all over my face and throat. His hands squeezed my arse tightly.

"Jeff," I groaned, as he bent down and folded his lips around my long nipple. He sucked it as his fingers dug deep valleys in my arse cheeks. I arched my back, bending myself far back and thrusting my tits towards his face, grunting in pleasure. My mind was a storm of emotions. I was dazed by the almost painful heat pouring out of my body. Was last night supposed to be a one-time thing? Did I really want this? But all I could do was groan and gasp and hang onto Jeff to keep from falling down. One of his hands lifted my right leg up and apart, opening me up to him as he pressed against me.

I felt his hard erection rub against my inner thighs, then my hand was on his cock, guiding it against the little hole between my arse cheeks. He rubbed his cock back and forth between my legs, I felt the silky softness of his cock against my flesh with a groan of delight.

"Jeff, you know you want me," I said, "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

His body vibrated with lust, shaking and churning juices bubbling in his veins as his cockhead pressed against the tight elastic opening to my arse. Then I felt the compression as his cock entered me for the first time. I felt my arse cheeks part, felt my body pierced by his stiff thick shaft. At first it was only an inch, but when he was properly lodged in my entrance, he bent slightly and pulled my legs further apart, and slowly, but firmly, slid his fat erection up into me.

I let out a long, soft groan of delight as I felt it slide in. My head fell forward against his bare chest and I closed my eyes in sheer delight. Jeff forced his body against me, pressing the last inch of his shaft into my body with glee. When I turned my head to look at him our lips met in a long hungry kiss. Our tongues intertwined again, sliding back and forth over each other.

As we separated briefly I smiled at him."

"Why, Jeff, I do believe you are enjoying this!"

We kissed again. My hands finally rose, pressed against him. I ground myself on his hot pole of flesh, whimpering slightly as his hard cock moved and twisted within me. He finally began to move his body, sliding his gleaming cock shaft, inch by slow inch, out of my clutching soft hole. When only the cock head remained inside, he slowly pushed it back inside again. His movements were measured even as he began to fuck me, but didn’t remain so for long.

Neither of us, so full of lust, could last for long. His strokes came faster, harder, stronger. His cock slammed into me, stabbing up into me with a force that lifted me up in the air. I grunted with each impact, loudly, lustfully, in some pain, but overwhelming ecstasy.

He pounded his prong into my grasping arse again. The force of his penetrations made me jerk and bounce wildly. My tits quivered and bounced against my ribs like jelly mountains. Jeff bent and locked his fingers around one of my nipples, pinching and twisting my ‘flesh’ as he sought to take complete possession of me - his ‘girlfriend’. My arse was burning with excitement as it clenched around the cock within it.

I began to throw my hips back at him, impaling myself on his massive prick. Jeff held onto my legs, his cock still pounding into me. My mind reeled, riding the tidal wave of sexual pleasure screaming through me. His cock still rested inside my fiery arse and I could tell he had no intention of letting it be pushed out. I rocked back to meet his thrusts and joyously whispered, "I’m your girl now, Jeff, and you’re my man, screw me hard, harder than you have ever taken any girl before!"

I could hear the smacking of his balls onto my glistening cheeks, I felt him

tighten, felt his cock expand with power and pleasure. Suddenly he halted in

mid-thrust, then picked up the pace, pushing in and out of me as his cock

exploded with his cum. I could feel the power and the heat as his milky

white sperm spurted up into me, filling me with a sensational glow of

satisfaction. Finally Jeff’s cock began to soften and he slipped out of me,

his exhausted body heaving with exertion as his eyes stared at the juice

oozing out of my ‘cunt’

"Donna, that was fucking fantastic", he almost shouted it. We kissed, tenderly, I had done it, my friend Jeff had fucked a real woman!

I walked back to the pub car park a few minutes later, still feeling his cum in my arse, slowly dripping into my panties. That would teach him to make fun of me. It never happened again!

The whole of that week my mind was in a turmoil. I changed, changed back, then back again several times during the week, continuing with the job at the pub in the evenings. None of the lads came in at all but I was doing well - ending every evening with several tips pushed down my cleavage! Then on Saturday morning, after ‘Don’ had been shopping, I arrived home to find a package waiting outside the front door.

 

Chapter 9 Presents!

I opened the small note attached to it.

"Donna. Since you seem to be ‘coming out’ a little more I thought these might be useful, some clothes a friend left at my place some time ago. All in good condition, she was a little larger than me, about your size. I would love to see you wearing them!

Love

Mary XXX"

I took it in and went straight upstairs, I was really rather excited by the thought, Mary always was very attractively dressed. She had good taste, and also knew how to look good, maybe her friends were similar. When I saw the contents - well - I was amazed!

This was really rather far-out stuff, all brightly coloured - or black! And shiny, there were PVC skirts, one in rubber, some very revealing tops and blouses and one totally gorgeous deep blue PVC dress. No shoes though, well, my feet were maybe a bit large for a girl, but the other stuff - I got turned on just looking at it.

It was early for me to start getting changed and dressed for the pub, but I did anyway, I showered, smoothed my face and did my biggest breastforms again, I hadn’t worn them since the previous weekend, not the massive bouncy ones. I attacked the contents of the box. It didn’t take me long to decide what to wear, or even to dress and do my makeup, I was getting good at it and very much quicker.

The rubber garments were extremely provocative. I just couldn’t believe how horny I looked. The whole outfit was black rubber so shiny that it looked wet, the bustier, the thong, the garter belt, and the stockings. The rubber stretched over my body skin-tight, but did little to contain my jiggling flesh. It was so tight that I found it difficult to breathe, but I loved how it emphasised every curve and bump on my luscious body. The shiny stockings and garter belt really turned me on. The stockings squeezed onto my long legs and highlighted every movement of my thigh and calf muscles. The black bustier was small but expanded to contain its big bulging loads. My boobs were squeezed in and pushed up at the same time so they were rounder than ever. A shiny black leather choker around my neck and five-inch stiletto heels completed the look. The black rubber on my legs only drew more attention to my naked belly, cleavage, and arse cheeks.

Just as I finished dressing the phone rang, Mary was calling with a message from Jacqui. She asked after me, how things were going, called me ‘Donna’, and did I like the clothes? Did I?!! A wicked thought occurred to me. Mary was a lesbian? Was I? Silly really but I really did feel so horny at that moment.

"Mary. I am wearing the black outfit now. Can I come to see you?"

"Ooooh yes please" She sounded eager.

I was dressed to kill, why not ? I pulled on a red rubber mini-skirt to cover my crotch and my garter belt, but it left the tops of the stockings and a little bare leg exposed. The skirt looked painted onto my tight arse. As I bounced down the stairs to the front door my knockers and ass shook, wiggled, bounced and jumped under my shiny second skin. I was laughing, almost uncontrollably, as I went out the front door.

At Mary’s house the front door was ajar, I called out and heard her tell me to come into the lounge. I strolled slowly into the room. Her jaw dropped when he saw me, and she gasped. I posed for a moment beside a chair so she could get a good look, then slowly and sensuously lowered myself into the chair. Then I took a deep breath and made sure Mary was looking as my magnificent chest rose and fell.

Mary moved towards me.

"Christ, Donna, you look like sex on legs. Jeff would bust his cock within five seconds if he saw you now!"

And how did she know about that particular incident, I wondered. But there was no time to ask. She moved closer until we touched, breast to breast. I was breathing heavily, and so was she.

"Well, I may be a lesbian, but what I see in front of me is definitely woman" she smiled.

I felt her warm breasts pressing against mine as her nipples hardened. I imagined her wet pussy, her juices flowing warmly down between her legs to dampen her inner thighs. I continued to stroke her shoulder, letting my hand slide slowly and lightly down her side, knowing it was having the desired electric effect upon her. She leaned against my bulging chest, stroking my hair gently ... she began to moan softly ... and all the while I was whispering words in her hair, bolder words.

"That is good, Mary, so good ... "

She was breathing faster now. I brought my hand casually and lightly up against the ripely swelling mound of one of her breasts, sliding my long red nails inside her bra and rubbing the quivering flesh tenderly. I heard the sharp intake of breath, felt the shudder of excitement spread through her voluptuous body in a shock wave, and she stiffened against me. But I didn’t stop caressing her breast, running my thumb freely over her nipple. My other hand lifted the hem of her skirt up over her firm arse.

"Donna! Are you sure? What are you trying to do to me?"

"Come on, Mary. You want me, don’t you? That’s why you looked me over when I arrived, I saw the look in your eyes; that’s why you’re holding me now. Be honest with yourself. You want me to fuck you."

"Oh, God ..." she moaned, still trying to fight the voice of sensuality deep inside her, and she tried to pull away from my embrace. And in doing so, her mouth brushed my lips; I kissed her suddenly, completely engulfing her mouth and flicking my tongue forward immediately to meet hers.

"No. This is wrong. I can’t let this happen, I don’t like sex with men" she stammered, but already her mouth and lips and tongue were responding.

"So tell me, Mary, where’s the man? Is it me?"

She let me slide my tongue in and out of her mouth and made tiny noises deep in her throat. I pulled her dress up off her body and tossed it to the floor. Then I slowly unbuttoned my own top to expose my marvelous boobs to her admiring gaze. She tentatively reached out and tweaked my nipples. My hand slipped inside her panties, grazing against the curling strands of her soft, pussy hair. I let my hand slide still lower until my middle finger was in sudden, heated contact with the warm, damp folds of her throbbing cunt. She tried one last time to stop herself, I could tell she was fighting, but losing, and then everything became a whirring blur. She couldn’t stop it now. She knelt in front of me and eased my tight red skirt down my long sleek legs. I smiled in triumph above her and my stiffening cock strained my thong briefs.

Automatically she spread her thighs, opening the smooth flesh of her inner legs to my softly probing touch. I stood for a moment to remove my thong. Then I pushed her down onto the couch and jumped between her legs.

"God, I want you, Donna, you really are all woman" she said huskily.

A lustful craving stirred in my loins, and with slowly and meticulously I pushed a finger again inside her moistly throbbing cunt. She moaned aloud and struggled against herself vainly.

"Oh, oh, oh ..." she whimpered helplessly as I jerked my middle finger, then two fingers, then three, in and out of her hungry cunt-hole.

"Do you want to be my first woman, Mary?" I asked softly, "I want you to be my first ever lesbian lover."

I moved my fingers still faster inside her tender, moistly sucking cunt.

"Tell me, Mary. Tell me you want my big cock inside you. Tell me you want me to screw you."

She moaned aloud and struggled against my burning fingers.

"Oh, God, oh ..."

My carnal words invoked her to react with strange, blood-pounding need.

"Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, Donna ..." she screamed hysterically. "Fuck me!"

She lay down on the thickly carpeted floor, her legs raised high in the air as I buried my tongue in her cunt! Mary clutched my head, her eyes squeezed shut and her pelvis grinding madly up against my face. My tongue lashed out at her naked exposed pussy, disappearing up into the soft, hair-lined cunt, and I heard erotic groans from her mouth. My sensual kisses were turning her entire body into a bundle of raw nerve ends that she was helpless to control. My mouth left her cunt and I slid up her sweating body until my cock was trapped between her cunt-lips and my belly.

Then my hands seized her breasts and squeezed them together in two firm mounds of roundly straining flesh.

"Do you like having your nipples teased my lovely?" I murmured. I forgot about everything, except the sheer joy of feeling Mary’s body quivering against my own flesh. My hands dropped from her firm, wide-set breasts to fondle her hips and trace the lovely full mounds of her arse. She moaned loudly, her arms reaching out to grasp tightly around my neck, pulling my full soft breasts into her own.

"Donna, you are a gorgeous and sexual being. It’s natural to want you."

She wanted me now, that instant, that was obvious, and began to wriggle the lower half of her gorgeous body against me. She pulled me tightly to her and dropped one hand down between our writhing bodies to take my hard, throbbing cock between her fingers and guide it forward, using the thick tight head to part the fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned her head to the side, closing her eyes with a shudder as we both felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive edges of her moistened pussy. Mary held her breath for what seemed an eternity, lying still in utter wantonness beneath me.

"There. Now push in. Slowly," Mary moaned, her voice trembling as she felt the first shocking pressure of my lust-enraged cock against the tight elastic opening of her vagina. I shoved.

"Ooh, no, wait---it’s too much!" she cried as my hugely swollen cock-head slipped through, stretching wide the small wet cunt until I felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the pressure. Then the head of my swollen cock disappeared up into the soft, curling hair of her pussy. I fell forward then, my weight pressing our breasts tightly together. I thrust my hips forward at the same time and my thick cock slid hard up into her glistening cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh of her pussy apart. There was no stopping it, until with a loud groan, my balls smacked heavily into the quivering white cheeks of her tightly clenched arse.

"OOOOh! OOOOh!" she moaned beneath me.

And now my cock lay sunk deep in her trembling belly, filling it to the point of bursting. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh on it that I could not feel as it pressed tightly into the flesh of her pussy. I remembered something I had read about sexual positions and quickly levered Mary’s legs up off the couch in an arc far back over her head, pressing her knees to either side of her shoulders. Her body was bent back double, the tension of her strained muscles was obvious. The glistening wet cunt was presented up to me as I quickened my thrusts and lunged forward with all my strength to sink my cock as deep as I was able.

Mary groaned beneath me, her face showing the pain and pleasure she was feeling. Then I felt her pleasure increasing and the wet walls of her cunt began to clasp hungrily around my thick, blood-engorged rod. My swollen balls smacked into the crevice of her butt, making it tingle and contract as she began a slow rhythmic undulation to meet the long strokes of my fucking.

Mary’s eyes were tightly closed as she bucked with me. Lust raged out of control in my madly fucking loins and I was that a beautiful, full bodied woman was responding to my skewering cock.

MY cock. Donna’s cock!

Spurred on by Mary’s wildly pitching body and the way she kicked with her heels against my shoulders, I dug more deeply into her, pinning her to the couch. She moaned and attempted to hump upwards , I felt her climax approaching, driving her wild with a force she had never experienced with anyone ever before.

"Oh, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Oh God, I’m cumming now! Fuck harder, Donna, my darling, my lover! Fuck harder!"

Her hands darted behind my hard driving arse, pulling me as far as humanly possible into her spasming loins.

"Aaaaaah!" she cried in a voice shrill with passion.

Her cum flowed wetly out around my still driving cock and spilled down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her buttocks, flooding my testicles and the base of my cock as I drilled unrelentingly into her. She continued to groan out her orgasm, her juices still flowing in unchecked spurts down the full quivering moons of her uncontrollably jerking arse. I could feel the hot load of my sperm building up for a shattering release, the broad head of my cock flexing and growing larger inside her. At last I erupted, my own thick liquid shooting deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing with the wetness of her own cumming.

My head whirled as my burning, powerful squirts surged deeply inside her, filling her to overflowing with their warm sticky whiteness.

The hot wet walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at my jerking prick like a sucking mouth. Mary’s body seemed drained, and her limbs collapsed loosely on the couch as my grip on her quivering buttocks slowly relaxed and was finally released altogether. I rolled off her, my breasts heaving as I struggled to fill my lungs with air.

We lay still, unable to move and not really caring. My body was wholly satiated as it had never been before and I ached all over. But I had done it, fucked a gorgeous woman as a woman, maybe even for the last time. I had screwed her, screwed my sister’s lover. And I loved it!

Right there and then my mind was made up. I knew I was sexually ‘odd’, my experiences of the past few weeks told me that. But how? Bisexual, yes. BUT. Nearer to lesbian than gay.

As ‘Don’ I would certainly have had sex with Mary but as ‘Donna’, well, it was just mind-blowing.

"You two" said Mary, bringing me back to reality.

"You and Jacqui, you are a right pair, certainly. And you, Donna, well. I have never had sex with a woman with a cock before, that’s what you seem to me. And I certainly want it again, that was just sensational. One day, how would you like to come out with me, to a club I know, I would LOVE to show off a girlfriend like you! Please?"

I really did think at that moment my life was getting itself together. The next few days did settle things, though not quite as I had intended.

 

Chapter 10 Jeff again

It was about half an hour before closing time that Saturday, Eric had just sent me off, we were very busy and I hadn’t had a break since we opened. I sat in the back room, behind the bar, sipping on my lager. Then Jeff appeared, looking very sheepish, at the door.

"Donna, can I have a word?"

I looked up, my, was he looking smart, shirt and tie on, hair slicked back, he was out to impress someone. Then I realised. Me!

"Sure, darling" I replied, "Come on in."

He did, and sat opposite me on the other upright chair. I turned the TV off and looked at him. He really was nervous. I thought I knew why, and I was right.

"Donna" he started. None of the ‘Don’ from last week, certainly for the moment I was female to him. "About last weekend. Please, don’t interrupt. I don’t know why, it was different for me, very strange, I didn’t think I would feel like that. But it was great fun and-"

He hesitated, blushing, then summoned up the courage. "I want to be with you again"

I felt flattered, really flattered. "Tell you what, Jeff, I have to finish my shift in a moment, I am off in an hour. Why don’t we go in the bar and you can buy me a drink. Then maybe we could go out somewhere afterwards. And after that, well, who knows....?"

I had him there. I was to be his girlfriend, in public this time, for an hour, and all the bar would see us together, and then he would have to be seen out with me. The thought really excited me. I expected him to object but he just smiled and led the way back into the bar.

I let him buy me a G&T, which I rarely had in working hours, and we chatted in between me serving the other customers. I kept putting my hand on his and smiling sweetly, I even leaned over and kissed him at one stage. Roger was there with a girl, Martin wasn’t that time, and didn’t seem embarrassed at all. Just after closing time I crept back into Room 4 and changed, ready to go out on the town.

I really hadn’t known why at the time, but I had packed the sexy deep blue PVC dress in the case when I had got my ‘barmaid uniform’ that evening. With some difficulty I poured myself into it and got my ultra-high heels again, feeling really sexy I went back into the empty bar where Jeff was waiting for me. He gulped when he saw me, well he had to.

I took his arm.

"How do I look, my darling? I hope you like the dress, I do so want you to be proud of me."

And I did, I wanted to be seen with him, I wanted, I needed, all his friends to envy him, to know that he had got himself a really attractive tart, and to know what was going to come later.

"How about going to Frank’s" I asked - a rather swish club, Jeff had often boasted about it. He had got membership through a well-connected friend and was always telling us how good it was, but he never invited any of us. I knew he couldn’t refuse me. He did look a bit downhearted.

"Jeff, you know you are going to have to take me. But think, what are your pals there going to think when you walk in there holding hands with me?"

He smiled - he had realised, this would be very good for his image, he knew exactly what I was but nobody else there did.

"Right, Jeff my dear, come on, I think that’s our taxi"

I had asked him to ring for one, he didn’t drive and I didn’t plan to stay totally sober so there was no way I could. The taxi driver didn’t know which way to look, I must admit I thought I was looking totally foxy that night. My strapless uplift bra was doing its job, with bare shoulders and bulging breasts I really did feel the ‘belle of the ball’. He dropped us at the door of the club, Jeff hustled me in, past the glaring eyes of the doorman.

"Hi there Jeff, long time no see. My Christ!"

A tall and very attractive older man greeted us, he had seen Jeff - and then he had seen me. I smile politely and looked at Jeff. Suddenly it dawned on him, as it had on me a while ago. I may look a total slut but I was a classy slut, well cut PVC dress, long legs to die for and towering heels, gorgeous makeup, truly the sort of woman any man would like to bed. This guy was instantly jealous, his opinion of Jeff soared.

"Hello Harry, let me introduce you, this is my friend Donna. And this is my boss, Harry."

I decided to do Jeff even more good.

"Jeff, darling, you didn’t tell me your boss was such a gorgeous hunk. Will you get me a drink?" I asked and took Harry’s arm. "Now Harry darling, come and tell me all about yourself."

He couldn’t help it, I had him hooked too. We sat at the end of the bar, I looked him straight in the eyes and smiled widely.

"Are you married, Harry?"

"Well, yes I am" he stammered, rather taken aback. I decided to go on the attack straight away.

"Well then, I am surprised at you, chatting up a girl in a place like this. Suppose I should be flattered really. Do you find me sexy?" I asked playfully batting my lashes and rubbing my leg against his. He was stammering like an idiot as my hand moved across his lap and ever so gently teased his solid maleness.

"I guess you do!" I laughed, slowly removing my hand from his crotch, trailing my long scarlet fingernail up his thigh, "Alas, nothing we can do about that tonight. Jeff has promised to give me a really good screwing later. Maybe another time, Harry my darling."

With that I leaned across and kissed him gently on the lips and smiled again, then got up and went over towards Jeff and took his arm. He had been intercepted by another couple of friends, I just KNEW they were talking about me. I kissed him on the cheek and wrapped an arm round his waist, I felt him squeeze my arse.

I had several gins, chatted and flirted with maybe five or six other men, then realised it was getting late. We made our escape after Jeff called another taxi. It was while he was away phoning that Harry came over to me again and invited me to go to a hotel with him! I politely declined but felt flattered.

I persuaded Jeff that it would be better if we went to my house instead of his. I could pick up the car from the pub car park the next day and didn’t really want to risk my license driving even the short distance from pub to home. The outing and the sexual thrill, and the flirting, had really turned us both on . As we entered the house I turned and kissed him - hard.

"Now, my lover, fuck me!" I commanded.

He did just that. I lay on the bed on my back, Jeff lay next to me and, after stroking my thighs and teasing my panties for some minutes, slid his fingers in and teased my panty to one side. He moved across me and guided his cock into position. The entry of the head was painful at first, then eased as ho penetrated my arse-hole further. He was gentle and soon half inside of me. He pushed just a little more and I relaxed and really began to enjoy the new sensation. Nothing was going to stop me, eventually his cock was all of the way up me and as he continued to fuck me slowly I felt it swell more.

After a few minutes he paused - I looked up at his face, worried, I really didn’t want this to stop, it was so exciting, so relaxing at the same time..

"Please don’t stop my love".

I thrust my groin again towards his balls, lifting my nylonned legs up round his shoulders, feeling that huge cock slide up to the hilt inside me, clamping my lips to his, digging my own long nails into his arse. The onslaught had the desired effect.

"OOOOOOh darling, I adore your cock, fuck me hard, slam it right up me". At which his massive penis swelled again inside me and his whole body started to shake as he filled me with his sperm, I felt the hot jet shooting in massive pulses deep inside me. He groaned, he shook, he cried out, he seemed to go on for ages until finally he collapsed, in every sense, on the bed beside me. I kissed his cheek. We both slept.

 

Chapter 11 Problem?

"Donna. Donna! Wake up!"

I didn’t open my eyes, I heard what was basically a loud whisper. It was Jacqui!

I opened my eyes. It WAS Jacqui! I tried to get up but - couldn’t. Jeff was still laying with his arm across me. Suddenly I was alarmed. She had been at college for a week, wasn’t due back yet, knew nothing about all this. And she was here, and had caught me red-handed, or rather - well!

I managed to slide out of bed and rushed past her to the bathroom. As I sat there she came in, still talking quietly.

"Donna, obviously a lot had happened in the last week. But we are in

trouble, or liable to be. Where’s your car? Never mind, get dressed, and get

your boyfriend up. I’ll get some coffee"

I realised she was talking about Jeff and, finishing expelling all his cum I dashed back into the bedroom - naked.

"Jeff. JEFF! Wake up, you’ve got to go. Jacqui’s back. Please."

The words didn’t sink in at first, then they did. He started into action, sliding out of the bed, grabbing his pants and other clothes and hurriedly putting them on.

I grabbed a negligee - very surprisingly one of my mother’s, she was always one for sexy night attire - from the back of the bedroom door. I dashed down and grabbed my coffee while Jeff finished dressing.

"Jacqui, please, what’s the problem?" I asked, wondering why she was in such a flap.

"Well - no, wait". She paused when Jeff came in.

"Well there Jeff, you obviously had a good night. So tell me, what is my new sister like in bed?"

He really didn’t know what to say at first, then he realised. I was the sister!

"She is fantastic, Jacqui, no, really, if you don’t mind me saying so, fucking sensational!"

I glowed, I just glowed, never had I enjoyed a compliment so much.

I gave him a gorgeous long smoochy kiss, and shoved him out of the door. He could walk home, the air would do him good. I turned to Jacqui.

"Now then, dear sister. What’s wrong? Something, obviously. Is it Mary?" I wondered if she had said anything - about our exploits.

"No, not Mary. It’s Mum and Dad, I got a call half an hour ago. From Gatwick

Airport. They will be back in about two hours"

I panicked, of course I did. They were due back in about ten days, I thought. What had gone wrong? Was someone ill? And what was going to happen to me? Was this the end of life as Donna? I had begun to realise the time to sort something out was coming, but so soon? Jacqui could see straight away I was worried.

"It’s OK, Donna. Nobody’s ill or anything. The cruise ship just plain broke down in Athens. Mum and Dad decided they had been away long enough. They have been all the way round the world to get there. When the cruise company said they could wait a week for another ship or fly straight home, they decided they have had enough. "

"But what about me Jacqui?" I asked. I was obviously very worried.

"It’s OK, Donna, listen"

And Jacqui sat me down and told me about her own change in lifestyle, about ‘coming out’ to Mum and Dad two weeks before they went away. I had known nothing about it, she had explained it all to them, how it wasn’t worse than being straight, wasn’t better, just different.

She had been very worried too beforehand but was delighted when they both took it so calmly, said one of their friends had explained similar events concerning their son, so maybe that were to some extent prepared.

"And, Donna, Mum even said she would love me whatever, would love you too if something similar happened, it is the person, not the sexuality that matters."

"So they could even accept me? I asked, not really believing it could happen.

Jacqui smiled at me. "They might accept you, but not in Mum’s best negligee."

Two hours later - they stopped for an early light lunch at a service station - I was ready. I was sat in the dining room out of sight when the car drew up. I heard the gleeful greetings when Jacqui greeted them, heard the knocking and heavy breathing as Dad brought in some of the cases, the banging in the kitchen when Mum out the kettle on, heard it go quiet when they sat down to tea.

"Where’s Don?" I heard Mum ask.

There was a pause.

"Dad" said Jacqui. "I need to talk to Mum, would you like to get the other cases?"

I didn’t hear anything but I could imagine the looks of concern on Mum and Dad’s faces. Jacqui’s tone suggested nothing was wrong really but she had something important to say, and really needed to say it to Mum first. I did hear Dad go out again.

"Mum, you remember when I told you about me and Mary. How you said you were happy to accept it if I was happy. How you said you wanted us to be happy, Don and I, how you could accept any changes like that?"

"Is anything really wrong, Jacqui?" I heard. "Where is Don?"

"Mum, I want you to meet someone."

Jacqui came through into the dining room. I was nervous. Very nervous. But I was also ready, very ready. I had dressed down a little, I still wanted to look good but obviously not to shock my parents. Not to shock them?! This was going to be a big surprise anyway. When I had last seen them at the airport I had been wearing a shirt and tie and my suede jacket, I had been on my way to a date in Brum with a girl called Gemma, a rather nice brunette who had turned up to watch her brother play football and who I had got on very well with in the pub afterwards.

And now? In truth I probably looked more like Gemma than like Don. My white sweater was tight, showing my figure, not showing it off but definitely showing it. My skirt was shortish, above the knee, my legs were visible in black tights and 3" court shoes with an ankle strap. The makeup was very carefully done, Jacqui had insisted on doing that herself, to emphasise my femininity without looking TOO sexy.

My nails were a decent length by then after letting them grow for several weeks, and a deep pink colour, obviously to match my lipstick. I stood to greet Jacqui and subconsciously ‘tossed’ my hair back, swinging my earrings and bouncing the shoulder-length reddish hair. I grabbed my handbag, smiled rather weakly to Jacqui, and went into the sitting room.

"Mum, meet Donna" said Jacqui.

We stood there silent for a moment while Mum looked me up and down. She looked puzzled, not because she didn’t recognise me but more because of the total change in my appearance. And the obvious implications of the breasts, legs, makeup, everything.

"Hello Donna, nice to meet you."

At which point, I admit, I broke down. I rushed towards Mum into her open arms and cried. And she did too, we stood there hugging each other for a minute or so, I was sobbing, Mum was sobbing, Jacqui came and joined in the hug and then went off to make more tea.

"Now then - Don. Come on, careful, you will spoil your mascara. Sit down and tell me ALL about this."

I didn’t mind her calling me that, it was almost the last time she did. We sat on the sofa, hand in hand, and I told her what had been happening. Not everything, not absolutely everything. Any girl has some secrets from her mother. But I did tell her about my dressing over the past few years, Jacqui discovering me, The contest at the pub, getting a job as a barmaid, and my growing conviction that this was what I was meant to be, that I was so much happier being a woman.

When I finished she just sat holding my hand for another minute, then looked

in my eyes. And smiled. She started to say something

"I do admit I am surprised, you as well as Jacqui, not being totally ‘straight’ in the modern sense of the word. But from what Jacqui has said and from what I see now, well, I see a very attractive young lady, in many ways a second daughter, in some ways....."

She was interrupted by the clattering of the front door as Dad finished fetching things in and came to see what was happening. I think Mum might have preferred to talk to him alone first, but there wasn’t time. As he stood there in the doorway, totally perplexed, I stood up.

"Hello Dad" was all I could think to say. I moved towards him and kissed his cheek, glimpsing a sight of myself in the mirror as I stepped back. I looked awful, my makeup was a mess. I rushed out, partly in embarrassment but also to fix my face.

When I came down all three of the family were sitting quietly, very English, drinking tea. I poured myself a cup and joined them. Dad looked at me.

"OK, this is a real turn up. But we are ready to make it work, at least to have a damn good try. Yesterday we had two sons and one daughter, now it’s the other way round."

I had to smile, and made a mental note to thank Jacqui later, obviously she had done much of the talking, persuading, reassuring.

"Now, after that trip and all this, I need a drink. Jacqui says you are a barmaid now, well, any chance of staff discount? How about going to the pub? Are you up it, Donna?"

Was I? Dad drove us all in his car, I strolled proudly into the pub with my family in tow.

"Eric, Hi. Three gin-and-tonics and a pint, please. Put your wallet away Dad, these are on me."

I was so thrilled, this was almost beyond my wildest dreams. Then I saw Jeff, he had come in for a drink himself, probably needed it after last night. He looked at me, and Mum saw him. She turned in my direction.

"Donna, this has obviously gone much further than we thought. Is there anything you haven’t told us?"

"One minute" I said, getting up to go over towards Jeff.

"Hi there. How’s things, did you have a good night?"

He looked at me, then turned so his back was towards Mum and Dad.

"You know I did, Donna, it was sensational."

And I was just going to say something about his performance, I didn’t want to embarrass him in public - not any more, I didn’t need to. I looked at him, and past him. And saw Patrick come in the pub!

I have never fainted in my life but at that moment I came as close as ever.

He saw me and grinned and walked over towards me.

"Donna, darling, I just called in at your house, I was hoping you would be here."

He kissed me. And what a kiss. Within seconds his tongue was in my mouth, mine was in his, my arms were hugging tight round his neck, his hands were grabbing my bum tight. His right hand was just starting to slide up my skirt when I remembered. Not just that we were being watched, but exactly who it was watching us. I shivered with apprehension and turned to see Jacqui and Mum beaming widely. Dad looked perplexed again.

"You’re perfect," Patrick said with real admiration in his voice as he kissed me again lightly on the cheek. I glowed with his comment. Again, he extended his hand to me. We walked back across the bar, towards Mum and Dad and Jacqui. Beaming. They knew, obviously, but it was OK. They were all three beaming too.

"Mum, Dad, this is Patrick."

 

Chapter 12 And then?

It may be boring but that was the start of the happy ending. I introduced Patrick to my parents and the next night he took us all out to dinner in Birmingham. I took my time getting ready.

I had found a 44DD bra in with the things Mary had given me, big and sexy and very thin! I wanted to show off to Patrick wearing it. What would my Dad think?! It was black and underwired and the bra cups were fringed along the top and sides with a delicate lace. For once my tits looked out of proportion - I loved it. A quick look and it was obvious that the sheerness of the bra gave he result I desired. Providing minimal support, my tits had a provocative jiggle when I walked. The shape and colour of my nipples could be seen nearly as well as if I were wearing nothing at all!

Around my waist I zipped a cincher that brought my waist down to 24" and gave me the hourglass shape. Then lying on the bed I reached down and tucked my cock and testicles between my legs and up into my abdomen. Over them I pulled on my panties. I stand to examine my work. My crotch was smooth and flat and the padding gave a little extra shape to my arse and hips. A pair of silky sheer nylons were unrolled up my legs and attached to the garter straps hanging from my waist cincher. Then my make up, a dusty mauve blush for my cheeks, a darker brown shadow to enhance my eyes and give them a sultry look, mascara for the lashes and just a little eye liner for some definition.

Then I painted my lips with a luscious deep red lipstick that matched the colour of my nails. Carefully to not smear my make-up, I pulled on a white long sleeve spandex and cotton top. It clung to the curve of my tits and the fabric was thin enough that the outlines of the straps and lace fringe of my bra showed through. At the centre of each breast, a hint of dark circle was just barely visible .

Up my legs and around my waist I pulled on a very short and fitted skirt that ends at about the middle of my thigh. Over my top I put on a matching cropped Jacket. I put my lipstick, cigarettes, lighter, keys and makeup in a small black clutch purse. I clipped on a pair of gold dangle earrings, and put on a matching necklace. Finally my feet slid into my 7" heels that shouted "fuck me" with every step. I brushed out my wavy shoulder length brown hair, and applied a little spray to hold it in place. Looking in the mirror, I saw a woman. Definitely not an innocent or conservative look. Rather, sultry and provocative but not so much to look like a whore. I was pleased with what I see. I didn’t want to look cute, I wanted to look seductive. I want to get men’s attention.

Dad and he got on enormously well. The only problem came before we left, when Dad saw what I was going to wear.

"No daughter of mine is going out dressed like that!" he bellowed.

‘No daughter!’ Well, if he only knew what I had worn for Mary. It didn’t stop Patrick, he still got inside it and inside me later that night. Then when he came up to finish off some work at the factory two weeks later, Mum insisted he stay with us and not in the pub. That was the ultimate acceptance, sleeping together under our own roof.

Except that I moved out three weeks later. Patrick’s firm got involved in take-over rumours. The share price rocketed and Patrick sold his share options, made a total killing. The same day as Eric’s father died. We were all very sorry, Jacqui and Mary helped out at the pub in the evenings while they were away. But when they came back Eric announced he was selling the pub. He wanted to go back to manage his Dad’s hotel. A golden opportunity, we wished him well.

The pub? We bought it! Well, Patrick did. We have been here for three years now. I haven’t changed my surname, lots of girls don’t these days. At least I have, but to Donna. Legally. That’s what it says on our licence and above the door.

So I’m landlady and restaurant manager, and very successful too, Regional ‘Landlady of the Year’ last year. Patrick has a real flair for the trade and I don’t do so bad either. The customers don’t mind having a TV for a landlady, not one who likes showing her massive tits anyway, especially the 46DDD breastforms I got about a month ago. Actually several have moved on, most of the newcomers don’t know, not that we hide the fact, just don’t mention it.

Patrick and I are still together. Not in love, but in lust, he says. Too right, but we are not possessive. We actually did the Stag and Hen parties for Jeff and Lucy last week. On Friday Jeff fucked me, for old times sake he said. And on Saturday I shagged Lucy. She was delighted with her first ‘lesbian’ sex. It’s the wedding this weekend but I’ve told them I’ll behave myself. Except for my dress, that is, it is almost illegal!!

But before then, the delivery man is due later today. He told me last week he had heard the rumours about me and didn’t believe them. I’ve said I’ll tell him the truth, but only when his cock is between my legs. Then he can back out of he doesn’t like what he finds there.

He won’t!

 

 

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