All At Sea

by Jenny Jenkins

 

Part 1 Uniform Dress Code

David a shy, lonely young man decided to leave his rural village life and join the Royal Navy. Aged 18. At 5ft 6in tall and 111lbs in weight. There hadn't been any jobs within commuting distance of his home. He had never taken much interest in academic achievement and now found that he wasn't strong or tough enough for manual labour. His divorced Mother had done her best to encourage him but he had never been called upon or wanted to join in the rough and tumble of the school playground. His Mother didn't want him lazing around the house after finishing school, so had suggested a career in the Royal Navy.

After training to be a steward, he was drafted to H.M.S. Collingwood, School of Electrical Engineering. Only 40 miles from home but he still felt a little homesick. Even here, he had difficulty blending in with his work colleagues as most were older and already into the sailors lifestyle. Work hard, drink hard and play even harder all whilst maintaining a fair standard of fitness. David hated the taste of beer and cigarettes; he had never done drugs or enjoyed physical exertion. All in all, he was still that shy young child who blushed and stammered a little when nervous.

He was interested in reading stories downloaded from the Internet, usually from one of the numerous sex sites. Gradually over a few months he had begun fantasising about one particular subject. He found that stories of boys and men being Sissified, feminised and dominated excited him. So much so that he had written a story of his own, fantasising how navy life could be for a young transvestite.

He sent off a shortened version of it to see if there were any responses. As it turned out the idea for the story wasn't too bad for a first attempt. It got a few critical responses but one response that would change his life forever. A woman had read the story and liked the idea of transforming a young sailor into a Wren. (Womens Royal Navy). They became friends over the Internet and after she had asked several in depth questions, Caroline asked David to send her a photo. By return mail she would send him one of her, possibly leading to a real meeting. The only trouble was that she wanted a Sissified photo of David! He didn't know what to do; he had no photos of that kind to send her. He emailed her and said it was too risky to have that kind of photo on base and that he would need to get one from home. He lied, explaining that it would be several months as his Mother was in America visiting friends but if she wanted he could send one of him in his navy uniform.

Caroline wasn't happy, she said that she was only interested in him as a Sissy not as a sailor, unless ofcourse he was wearing Wrens uniform. She added that she might wait a week or two but never for a matter of months. If David wanted to continue the relationship he would have to get a new photo done! He replied that he would try but really had no idea how to arrange one. Caroline suggested one of those places that cater for cross-dressers. The shops where men can go in off the high street and spend the day dressed as a woman. That way he could enjoy the day and get several photos done. Luckily for David he was only on duty Sunday so arranged to go to 'Xchange' a shop in London. When he saw the price he nearly gave up with the whole idea but he really wanted to meet Caroline.

First thing Saturday morning dressed in jeans, T-shirt and jacket he began the most nerve racking day of his short career. He was truly afraid that someone would see him going into the shop, or worse still see him dressed up. He just felt that Caroline was the right woman for him; not only as David but as Jenny as well; and was determined not to lose her through cowardice.

Wearing a long wavy auburn haired wig, a lilac coloured blouse, purple mini skirt and purple high heels. (And all matching black underwear, including black stockings and suspender belt.) The assistant had made David up to appear quite attractive (or so she told him) and had sprayed him with perfume! His nails had been painted a pale lilac colour and he was wearing 'clip-on' lilac earrings. The camera the shop normally used was broken, so David asked her to use the disposable camera he had bought earlier.

One of the 'services' given at this 'Xchange' was to take all of the dressed clients across the road to the restaurant! David, (called Jenny to protect his identity) wasn't going to go, but was eventually talked into it by the other clients. Fifty or so yards down from the restaurant was a one hour photo developing service, so David asked Linda, the assistant, if she would get the photos developed.

She agreed to take the photos, but would escort 'Jenny' down there to pay for them later! David was so nervous going out of the front door he could hardly walk! Linda took the remaining photos of 'Jenny' outside on the street then took everyone into the restaurant. She exchanged a few words with the barperson (obviously this was a regular routine) and left to get the films done. She returned and said they would be ready in one hour and that she would escort 'Jenny' down there to get them! David ordered a small salad and (in keeping with his appearance) a White Wine 'spritzer' and was starting to relax a little. He had talked to the other 'girls' and hadn't noticed the passage of time. He had even finished the salad and was just about to order his third 'spritzer' when he realised that the films should be ready. Linda told 'Jenny' to pay 'her' bar bill and then arm in arm she walked 'her' down to the photo shop.

The girl behind the counter was very apologetic, but the machine had broken down whilst the photos were inside it. She had called the manager at home but he couldn't get in until later. As she didn't know how to retrieve the photos, she asked if anyone could collect them later or on Monday? David could have screamed! Linda said that she could collect the photos and forward them to 'Jenny'. David had no other alternative, so asked how much the photos would cost, paid for them and went back to the restaurant with Linda. He was shaking with nerves, so she insisted that 'Jenny' should have another drink and calm down. Infact, David had another two or three drinks! The other 'girls' had already left and probably finished with their 'Femme for a day'. When it was time for them to return to 'Xchange', David was a little bit drunken. Linda asked 'Jenny' for a forwarding address then she told 'her' to strip and shower. Reminding 'her' to remove all traces of nail varnish and make-up! By the time David had finished, he felt more sober and definitely happier than he had been. He even gave Linda an extra ten pounds on top of the bill. She thanked him, then said she would try and get the photos before closing and post them straight away.

By the time David got back to HMS Collingwood, it was dark. He flashed his ID Card at the sentry and went back to his cabin. Everyone else was away for the weekend, so he just stripped off and after setting the alarm, went to sleep. Next morning, he quickly shaved, showered and got dressed then went to early breakfast. As usual he sat on his own. He saw Leslie walk in and smiled at her, she smiled back and walked over to the table. "Hi David, I didn't realise you were duty this weekend." "Hi Leslie. Yes, I'm with you today, we have to clean up after breakfast then do lunch and supper in the wardroom. Were you duty yesterday?" "No, just today. Well I'll see you in the wardroom." She smiled at him then gave a slight frown, looked again and walked away.

After breakfast David went straight over to the wardroom, quickly reported in at the office and went to the Officers dining hall. Just before he got there, Leslie called him over to the scullery. "Er, David, I noticed that you left something on you shouldn't have. I went to my room and fetched this!" She handed him a plastic bottle, a few cotton balls and a small cotton pad. "I think you should be more careful about removing your nail varnish and make-up in future! Check your fingernails and your eye-lashes, you really shouldn't wear mascara if you don't know how to remove it!" She laughed and left David feeling weak kneed and blushing furiously! He wanted to die! All of that money to get the photos done and keep it a secret and he messed it all up! He quickly cleaned all traces of nail polish off, used the cotton pad to clean his eyelashes then washed his face and neck thoroughly. David managed to find the courage to face Leslie, who just smiled as he walked up to her.

"I don't know what to say, just Thankyou for not telling anyone!" "Who says I haven't told anyone?" She replied, smirking behind her hands. "Please Leslie, please don't tell anyone else! I'll be humiliated if the navy finds out!" She became serious and said; "Your secret is safe with me, David. Don't worry, I won't tell a sole about you wearing make-up and nail polish! But I want to know the whole truth, everything! If I think you are hiding anything from me, I might change my mind!"

So during the rest of the day, after making sure they couldn't be overheard, he told her! He didn't want to, but he was terrified of being caught out in a lie, the resulting humiliation would have been too much to live with! Leslie insisted that he let her read the story! "After all, I do play one of the main roles, don't I, Jenny?" David cringed; she laughed and said, "Sorry, I couldn't resist it at least once! I won't do it again, maybe!" She laughed again and told David to bring the story with him to supper. He felt the need to explain. "Being a lonely, fairly shy young man was the premise for my story, which I entitled, All At Sea. Please don't let anyone else see it." "If you have already sent it off to that story site, everyone can read it anyway!" "I know, but they won't know it was me that wrote it, will they?" He gave her the disk when they met for supper, she put it in her handbag and told him not to worry, she would keep it safe! Later that evening, she went into her friend Susies' cabin and turned on her computer. She put the disk into the CD drive and opened 'Microsoft Word'. This is the story she read:

 

All at Sea. By Jenny Jenkins

I was shy, nervous and didn't like hard physical exercise, I suppose I was lazy. The only reason I wasn't continually being reprimanded as a navy Steward was that I excelled at being seen to work hard by the right people at the right time! (Or so I had always believed.) This didn't endear me to my workmates, but as long as I didn't directly cause them trouble, I figured I would be alright.

What I didn't know was that the other stewards had been complaining about me to the chief stewardess, C.P.O. Sandra Nayland. She was about 5ft 8in tall, fairly plain and demanded complete obedience to her orders, no questions asked! Anyone who went against her orders usually ended up with the worst duties or even Commanders Table for disciplinary action. So it came as a complete surprise when, with only two days to go, I was told that I would be duty over the Easter leave period. I hadn't booked any holidays, but I was still upset at this late change to the duty list. When I went to see her, she told me to shut the office door and keep quiet! For some reason, I stood at attention, inwardly shaking, hoping I wasn't in her bad books.

"Well, Jenkins." She said, looking up from her desk, "It seems as though you are a bit of a slacker. Don't bother to deny it! I checked for myself after more than one complaint about you was brought to my attention. No-one has actually seen you do anything wrong but anything you are involved with seems to take far longer than it should. Now, I run a tight department and I prefer to deal with my staff personally. So you will be helping me directly for the duration of the Easter break. Steward Davies has been given regular leave; you will take her place. Understood?" Having been found out, I knew I was probably in for a rough time. "Er, Not really Chief." I stammered, "What does she do round here?" "Steward Davies does everything and anything I tell her to do! All you have to do is listen and carry out any order I give you! Does that clarify things for you?" "Yes Chief!" I replied. "Good, now for the leave period, you will move into the duty cabin next to this office." Nervously I interrupted, "Does that mean I'm on duty all the time?" "Yes it does. Now do not interrupt again, or we will really get off to a bad start. First thing on Friday as soon as 'end of term' divisions are over, you will report directly to me here, bringing all of your kit. That is all, dismissed!"

After divisions my accommodation block was shutting for the leave period, so intent on moving as quickly as possible I collected my full kit and went to the office! I had to wait for about half an hour, before the Chief arrived, I stood when she entered. "You don't stand unless it's an officer! Normal rules apply but I'll add a few extra ones whilst you are working in the office. Turn round slowly!" she ordered. As I turned, she said, "Yes, I think this will work out just fine. Alright, stop and face me! Good, now whilst we wait for non-essential personnel to depart, you can make me a cup of tea, white no sugar."

She kept me busy doing silly time consuming chores until she said, "Right, you had better change into working rig. You took your clothes into the duty cabin already, didn't you?" "Yes, Chief Nayland." I answered. "Good. Oh, before you change, I've laddered my tights, run down to the shop and get me a pair of 15 denier tights. When you get back, don't forget to shower before you change. I detest sweaty smells!" Embarrassed at buying the tights, I was glad that no-one else was in the shop.

When I returned, about fifteen minutes later, I put them in her office and went into the duty cabin. The showers were further down the hall so after wrapping a towel around my waist I locked the cabin and showered. When I finished I returned and tried to open my suitcase, my key didn't fit! I was just about to get my rig out of the wardrobe, when Chief Nayland opened the door and said, "Don't bother! You won't be needing that for a while. "Throwing me the correct keys, she said, "Those items in the case are yours. I expect you to be properly dressed and in my office in one hour! Don't give me any reason to trump up any charges against you, just do what I say and everything will be back to normal in two weeks." She looked at me and added, "Don't think for one minute of disobeying me, I have had quite a few conversations with your Mother and know all about your secrets . . .. Jenny! One other thing, Your Mother kindly paid for your new clothes and I have taken the liberty of supplying her with a full list. She expects photographs of you in each and every item." Jenny! God, how could my Mother tell her about that!

It started one week when I had to wear my cousin Sally's' clothes. We had gone to Avimore in Scotland, mainly so Mother could ski. I hadn't put my suitcase in the car, so nine hours later it was too late! I had to wear something and Mother forced me to become Jenny for the whole week! Sally, my cousin giggled just about every time she saw me in a borrowed dress or other girlie outfit! I had hated it! Mother however, had loved having a 'daughter', so occasionally dressed me as a girl until I joined the navy!

"Well? Have you taken root? Get dressed and don't forget to shave completely, everywhere! I have some incriminating photographs your Mother kindly copied and emailed to me. If you don't meet my approval, I will photocopy them and promulgate them in the dining hall!" Chief Nayland wasn't joking! She threw me the case key took my laundry and exchanged my wash gear before closing the door as she left.

The case contained several sets of women's underwear as well as Wrens uniforms; working and ceremonial; plus make up etc. I groaned and thoroughly cursed Mother and the Chief, I took the new wash gear and went back into the shower room. I had almost no body hair, anyway. (Thanks to Mother forcing me to have electrolysis when I was thirteen. Plus secretly delaying my puberty with drugs). It prevented nearly all body hair growth and what did grow was sparse and very fine. The wash bag now contained my toothbrush, paste and dental floss, but everything else was different! The shower gel, perfume and deodorant were all 'Fleur'; they were very strong and 'flowery' scented. The shampoo and conditioner were normal and there was a 'Lady's razor' and non-perfumed shaving mousse.

It took about fifteen minutes to shower and shave, and then I wrapped the towel about my waist and went back to my cabin. When I looked through the clothes the plainest set of underwear, was a matching padded-bra, silky-panties and lacy suspender belt all in white. I looked for a pair of tights, but could only find a few pairs of tan or black 15 denier stockings.

Sighing at the predicament I was in, I began to dress. First the suspender belt and stockings, I had almost forgotten how stockings felt, next the panties. My penis was twitching already, I knew I would be completely under the Chiefs control, Mother had done her work on me too well! I put the bra on and padded it with a couple of pairs of panties. I stood infront of the mirror and inwardly groaned as I applied foundation, powder, pink blusher, pale blue eye shadow and lastly pale pink lipstick. I knew that I had applied it correctly, Mother had forced me to learn properly! I had seen the large thick envelope and had opened it to find a dark brown wig (one of mine from home) fashioned in a longish pageboy style. The envelope also contained a pair of my small gold earrings and a woman's small wristwatch. Mother had pierced my ears and forced me to wear all kinds of dangly earrings in the past, which had kept the holes open, so I didn't have any difficulty putting these ones in. Just as I was about to put on the white nylon blouse, Chief Nayland opened the door and walked in!

"Good!" She said, motioning for me to stand and give her a twirl, as I obeyed, she continued," Very good! You make a very attractive sissy! Have you put plenty of perfume on? Well, you had better put some more on then, I want everyone to know you are a really tarty, slutty sissy under that smart Wrens uniform!" "Yes, Chief Nayland." I replied, curtseying as Mother had taught me when younger. "Excellent. A properly trained Sissy! You have fifteen minutes before you are needed in my office!"

She took a few photos and then left. Quickly, I finished getting dressed. The white nylon blouse revealed the bra fairly clearly through the thin material. Black skirt, shorter than the regulation uniform, at least 2 inches above the knee. The shoes were black court shoes but with 2 inch stiletto heels. (Not regulation as far as I knew.) I fastened the wig in place, carefully brushed it out and then put the tie and jacket on. The Wrens hat was a bit awkward because of the wig but I didn't think I would be needing it anyway. After all, the Chief could hardly let anyone else see me dressed like this. The consequences would be disastrous for both of us! No, I had reasoned, I would be humiliated but only infront of her, possibly a select few of the other stewards. Definitely not infront of anyone outside of her department!

Looking at the small wristwatch, I delayed going out until the last minute. I was so scared that I was shaking, my penis was so shrunken with fear, that I doubt anyone would see it, even if I was nude!

"You like cutting things close! Don't you, Jenny?" the Chief quipped. "Maybe you like the thrill of being dressed as a Wren. Infact, I will call you Wren Jenny Davies until further notice!" "Right then, Jenny. Turn that desk around so you are sat with your back to the door and sit down. I want you to practise typing those draft copies! I will be back in ten minutes, I want to see you hard at work when I return!" I struggled to move the desk then I sat down and nervously began typing. I wasn't very good anyway but worrying about the way I was dressed; as well as not being able to see who was behind me only made things worse! I kept hard at it though as I was too scared of the Chief to do anything other than obey her! So when she returned and said," I told you to stand when I enter the room, Wren Jenny Davies, didn't I?" I jumped up, turned and all but feinted! I just collapsed against the desk as my legs gave way. She wasn't alone. Infact she had brought every duty Wren Steward back to the office!

In spite of their giggling and name calling, I clearly heard the Chief say, "I told you 'she' would do it, didn't I. Now as long as we keep her identity a secret between ourselves, we will have some fun with her this leave period!" Turning to me, she said, "Stand up properly Jenny and curtsey to your new girlfriends! You will obey them in everything, unless I say otherwise!" Shocked and embarrassed as I was, I saw several looks of disgust as well as on or two of amused interest. PO WREN Steward July Hill, a tall slim, brunette, asked, "Sandra? How far are we allowed to go with 'her'?" I thought the Chief would reprimand her for using her Christian name, but it wasn't to be. "As far as you want to! Just remember that I don't want 'her' discovered and dismissed from the Navy. OK?" "Yes Chief!" she replied. Winking and smiling as she led the others out of the office. Inwardly, I groaned, knowing something humiliating was being planned! "Wren Davies!" Chief Nayland said. "Stop daydreaming and pay attention! I sent you to the NAAFI shop for tan tights. You bought black tights! Go back, and out of your own money, buy me a pair of 15 denier, tan tights. Understood?" It wasn't a question. Neither was it a matter of choice. Biting my lip in nervous dread, I picked up my cap and after collecting my money (and putting it in the purse provided) I went to the shop. PO Wren July Hill saw me leave the building and quickly followed me. "You there! Wren Davies! Come here girl!" she shouted. "What uniform do you call that? Don't you know that tan tights are working rig, not black! Go and change them this instant!" Knowing it was futile to argue, I went as quickly as I could back to the cabin. I changed stockings and in even more of a fluster, went to the shop.

Just as I went through the shop door, another of the Wrens, Dawn Williams, accosted me. "Well, Sissy!" she whispered, "If you want me to keep your secret, you had better do me a favour in return! Understood?" She guided me to the rear of the store and pointed to a display of Rimmel Make-up. Eye shadows, lipsticks, blushers etc. "See those?" she asked, "I want new lipstick, berry shade. I want pale pink eye shadow and a slightly darker shade of blusher, that eyebrow pencil, mascara and that lipgloss. Oh and I want this foundation cream and face powder." She added, pointing to the relevant one. "And I want you to bring them to me tonight at 11 O'clock. Don't you dare let me down!" And with that she left me to get her make-up. I was going to run short of money very quickly at this rate. But I bought the items and remembered the tights, then went back to my cabin. I left her make-up in the bag on the bed then went into the office and gave Chief Nayland her tights.

"About time, Wren Davies! What took you so long?" Not waiting for an answer, she continued, "I have assigned Wren Foster to watch over you during meal times. Also, all of your new uniform and belongings have been moved to Wrens quarters. You are a Wren in every respect for the whole leave period, so you will share their facilities. Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you, meals will be taken in the dining hall like any other Wren. Enjoy your free time, you won't get much of it, I can assure you." She seemed genuinely amused by it all. 'Bitch!' I thought, 'And you too, Mother dearest!'

Wren Foster (Susie) rushed in, grabbed me by the hand and started pulling me towards the door, "Come on! We'll miss the good stuff if we're last! If that is alright, Chief?" "Yes, just keep the secret!" I managed to grab my cap and somehow not trip or stumble as we dashed across the parade ground. "Susie, please, slow down. I can't run in these shoes like you can!" I breathlessly pleaded. She just squeezed my hand harder and kept running.

When we reached the dininghall, we were one of the first to arrive. She let go of my hand and said, "Whatever you do, don't embarrass me or any of my friends! Or else!" Somehow I managed to eat the small amount she has selected for me. I was far too nervous to pay any attention to the food. It didn't help that the other Wrens kept dropping cutlery and ordering me to, 'Pick it up, Jenny. Let the lads see those stocking tops!' Which, thanks to Mothers training I knew how to bend my knees and keep my legs together, just to avoid those glimpses of underwear.

However, one of the Wrens, Leslie Middleton didn't like me spoiling their fun. "Sissy. If you don't give those lads a flash of your stockings and suspenders, I will get the girls to hold you, whilst I pull your skirt and panties off!" Resigned to obeying her, I bent over from the waist, my back to the men. I blushed when they whistled and made comments like, 'Look at the arse on that!' 'I'd give her one!' and 'Oy Love. Come and sit with us!' Despite Leslie wanting me to go to them, Susie said to stay where I was and not to give the game away. A reprimand, which was probably aimed at the other girls as well! 'Damn! I was already thinking of myself as one of the girls!'

After the meal, the girls made me take all the dirty dishes to the scullery, as though I was their personal slave or something. Then Susie took me back to the Wrens Block and handed me a dark blue smock to put on. Once I'd donned a pair of pink rubber gloves, she put me to work cleaning their toilets. It was nasty work and I completely lost track of time. It wasn't until Leslie came in at 2130 hours that I knew how late it was. She locked the door and approached me, "Take off your smock and skirt, then kneel infront of me. I need a 'wee' and whilst I'm having one, you are going to masturbate! But don't you dare 'cum' until I say you can! Understood?" Blushing furiously, I stammered, "Yes Leslie." "Yes, Mistress Leslie! And curtsey when you say it!" she demanded. I obeyed. I took off my smock and skirt, knelt infront of her and on her command began to masturbate myself whilst still wearing the rubber gloves. When I heard the splash of her urine, I became aroused! "Now," she said, finishing her 'toilet', "I need to clean myself. But I'm too lazy tonight, so you can do it for me! Lick my pussy nice and clean you pathetic Sissy!"

She grabbed my head and pulled me closer, forcing me to lick her clean. Although disgusted at first, I was actually turned on by being forced to do this. Whilst I licked her clitoris and pussy, she mumbled words to herself, "Leave me for a Dominatrix! You sissy-shit! This is what you wanted, but not with me, bastard! More along the same lines followed, but I couldn't hear all of it, because she kept squeezing my head between her legs. Eventually she 'came', immediately pushed me away, saying, "Pervert! Fucking pansy! If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll make your life hell! You think things are bad now? Believe me, I can make them worse! Now get dressed and finish in here. Then go to the office, Chief Nayland has written down some tasks for you!" "Please Leslie, I haven't hurt you, I wouldn't tell anyone, please?" I begged her to try and stop her from treating me like this, but she finished correcting her 'dress' and left me slightly stunned and definitely frustrated!

I put everything away and after returning the smock and gloves to the cupboard, I went to the office.

The Chief had left a list of things to accomplish.

Work list for Wren Jenny Davies: Tidy office. File paperwork. Sweep office. Clean your cabin. Prepare kit for inspection. Paint toe and fingernails with pale pink nail varnish provided. Remember to wear appropriate nightwear as random checks can and will be carried out at any time during the night. Stay in the Wrens quarters or office at all times when not supervised. Failure to comply with any of these will result in severe punishment!

I groaned at the amount she expected me to do. I wouldn't get any sleep tonight, that was almost guaranteed! And I still had to take the make-up to Wren Williams, 'Oh No!' How could I be there at 11 O'clock, when I couldn't leave the office? I phoned her and explained the problem, asking her if I could give it her when I finished or could she come down to the office and collect it. I promised that I would do anything for her in return. After a moments thought, she agreed that it could wait until I had finished. "I'll wait for two hours, if you aren't here by then, wake me at 0615 hours. Either way, be wearing some pretty underwear, a pretty nighty (which she knew was in the case) and the highest heels you have!"

Luckily for me, Susie checked on me at 2315 hours when she saw what I was doing she told me to stop. "They were for the weekend not tonight. I'll have to tell Chief Nayland that you have been 'misled' on purpose! Go back to the Wrens quarters and relax, I'll sort this out tomorrow." Almost running back to my new cabin, I quickly changed into the double layered chiffon pink nighty. A set of pastel pink, matching underwear and tan stockings, plus a pair of 3 inch white ankle strap shoes. I knocked Dawns cabin door and entered when told to. Almost immediately, she began taking photos of me. Each one in a pose as directed by her, revealing the fact that I was a man in women's clothing. "Right, where is my make-up?" she demanded.

I showed her the bag, which she quickly checked, then she led me to my cabin, sat me down on the bed and said, "When I am finally finished with you, Jenny, even you won't recognise yourself!" She must have seen my reaction, because she added, "Don't even think of arguing! You will help do everything we tell you to do! You don't really have any choice, do you? Unless you want to be found out and dismissed as a queer Sissy pervert!" I endured my eyebrows being plucked (although thankfully not too much) then my eyelashes were curled and thickened. She took a few more photos and then said, "Tomorrow night, at 10 o'clock, be dressed the same, having washed and ironed the clothes ofcourse! Tomorrow will take longer than this session, so get your duties completed early! Bye, Sissy!"

I managed to finish my laundry and iron it before going to sleep but had a very restless night. I woke at 6, showered, dressed and put on my make-up etc, then sat down to wait for Susie. After breakfast, I returned to my cabin, only to find Leslie inside waiting for me! "Quickly, shut the door and take off your blouse and skirt!" Surprised, I hesitated, she said, "Now, Sissy! Take them off and kneel infront of me!" I obeyed her, knowing what was expected of me. She made me lick her pussy until she 'came', then told me to lick her nice and clean! She left, telling me to hurry and get dressed again, as it was almost time to 'turn to'!

With seconds to spare, I ran into the Chiefs office, stopped; stood at attention and said, "Good morning Chief Nayland." "Cutting it fine again, aren't you Wren Jenny Davies? I see you have completed most of the work list I left for you last night. Susie told me you hadn't been told they were weekend jobs! Obviously Wren Middleton didn't tell you the tasks were to be completed by Monday morning. I will see to that girl myself! How dare she disobey me?" She looked at me and said, "Go and tidy your cabin or something for half an hour, then report back here!" As I turned to go, she said, "By the way Jenny. Very pretty this morning! I like the new look of your eyes. I'm sure your Mother will love the photos you will be emailing her later!"

The rest of that day was fairly straightforward office work (or so I believed). Apart from having some photos taken, emailing them to Mother and reading her reply. Which I had to repeat infront of all the Wrens: Dear Jenny, so nice to see you in the uniform we both know you should be wearing. I know you thought that joining the navy was the whole punishment, but I simply had to let someone know 'our secret'. I didn't say anything to Sandra until I was sure she could be trusted, so don't think I took too much of a risk. Chief Nayland and I have no secrets concerning you, so you have nothing to hide! Say hello to all of the other girls, love Mother. P.S. I hope that you are behaving yourself, what with all those handsome young men around! Danielle sends 'her' love.

The Wrens laughed and some made stupid comments, I blushed and silently vowed revenge on everyone, knowing I couldn't actually do anything! After undergoing another harrowing supper with the Wrens and their attempts to humiliate me. (Which luckily were stopped by Susie again). I was told to clean the Wrens toilets as before. So after putting the smock and gloves on, I began what I thought would be a daily occurrence from now on!

Leslie Middleton stormed in, slammed and locked the door, "You filthy stupid sissy pervert! Nayland has given me extra work because of you! Well if I've got extra work, so have you!" Once again she urinated then made me lick her clean until she had 'cum'. "Pervert, slut, sissy faggot! You are just like him! Well you can't get away from me, not until I'm finished! I'll use you and abuse you, in whatever way I want to! I know you want this as much as me! Admit it. Now! Tell me you want to be my Sissy-slave!"

At that moment Susie Called out," Jenny, are you in there, why is the door locked? Open it now!" Leslie gave me a withering look, whispered, "We haven't finished with this, you sluttish whore! I will make you my sissy girl; I'll show what it means to be a woman! If they stop me, I'll stop all of you!" She opened the door and pushed past Susie and the other Wrens who had gathered to see what was happening. "Are you alright?" Susie asked, coming into the room, "Don't let her bully you Jenny. We girls have to stick together. We girls look out for each other, even if we do seem to be a bit catty at times! If she ever hurts you, you must tell Chief Nayland! She has forbidden anyone from revealing what is happening, never mind hurting you." "Much!" someone said. "Hush!" Susie reprimanded them. "Now, finish in here, shower and get ready for tomorrow." I thanked her, finished up and went back to my room.

Only then did I remember that Dawn was coming to see me at nine-thirty. I showered, dressed in the cleaned and ironed clothes from last night (pink chiffon nighty, pink underwear and tan stockings plus the 3-inch high heeled ankle strap shoes). Put fresh make-up on, foundation cream, dusting of face powder, pale pink eye shadow, darker pink blusher, berry shade of lipstick and the lipgloss. I remembered to thicken my eyelashes with the mascara, then liberally sprayed all over using the 'Fleur' perfume. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew I was attractive! More than that, I knew I could (and had in the past) pass for a girl!

By the time I had finished getting ready, I only had a few minutes to wait before Dawn showed up. Only this time she wasn't alone! POWren July Hill and someone I didn't recognise were with her, Dawn said, "This is the sissy Chief Nayland told you about. Pretty, isn't she?" "Yes! If I didn't know, I don't think I would have spotted that she is really a boy. But on closer inspection, there are a few 'give-aways' aren't there?" "Jenny, this is Sister Amanda Stoppard. Chief Nayland was concerned about a few things that might give you away. So she asked Amanda to have a look at you and see what could be done. Obviously nothing permanent, so don't worry! Anything she decides that you need doing will only last whilst you are a Wren!" July Hill said, "Although you look very pretty in your sexy underwear and nighty, we want you to strip! Do it, put everything neatly on the chair, now!" Quickly I obeyed; carefully placing everything on the bedside chair, and then standing and blushing furiously as the Sister inspected my naked body. "Very well, I know what to do, everything is prepared. Paid for and mostly supplied by 'her' Mother. However, she will need to come over to Sickbay. Luckily it is empty and I am the only one on duty over the next few days. Fetch Chief Nayland, she will have to accompany us, I am not willing to risk this without her being present!" I was told to quickly dress in my underwear, shoes skirt and blouse.

As soon as Chief Nayland arrived, having already been informed what was happening, we all walked over to the Sickbay. Sister Stoppard locked the door after us, took us through to the treatment room and told me to strip! I was getting very nervous! Just what were they going to do to me? The only thing that stopped me from panicking was that I knew Chief Nayland had said I had to be able to return to normal duties. So whatever it was, it couldn't be anything permanent or even anything that would alter my appearance too much! The Sister smeared something on my chest it felt slightly tacky and smelled antiseptic!

"Lay on the examination table, put your feet in the stirrups and allow us to secure your ankles and wrists! Then when that is done I am going to attach a chastity device. It will prevent an erection and help hide any unsightly bulges. You will still be able to use the toilet as a girl should, sitting down." "But Sister no-one sees down there anyway! It is going to hurt me for no reason. Please don't do this to me." I begged, to no avail!

Chief Nayland took photos whilst the Sister slid a semi rigid sheathe around the shaft of my penis holding it in place by an adhesive. She cleaned off the excess adhesive, dried me and after July had forced my penis and testicles back between my legs, used a wide strip of adhesive bandage to tape the sheathe in place! I didn't realise that the cream she had smeared over me had been an anaesthetic but that was why I didn't feel too much discomfort.

"Although I am not sure if this will stop you from ejaculating. It will prevent you f4rom assuming the male role during intercourse." Next she produced two breast forms and after positioning them carefully, marked where they had to be positioned. She removed them, and after numbing my nipples, she pierced them and inserted small steel rings! Repositioning the breastforms, she hooked the rings to tiny clasps, then glued the breastforms in place. "These are the most realistic currently produced. I decided a 'B-cup' would be ideal for our 'sissy-boywren'. I have adapted them a little though, according to your request. The nipples are positioned exactly on the real nipples, held in place by the nipple rings and clasps, there is a semi-rigid tube connecting them. Any motion of the latex nipples is transmitted to the real nipples underneath! Due to the newness of the piercings they will be very sensitive. I'm quite proud of them!" Chief Nayland asked, "How long will the adhesive last?" "Oh, it should wear off in about a day or two but I can use a solution and remove them whenever you say. Both modifications will need to be checked in a couple of days. I will re-attach or remove them depending on the situation." July Hill asked, "Are we finished for tonight, or has anyone else any further suggestions for feminising Jenny?" Dawn frowned, obviously in thought, then said, "I just wondered about the new nipple rings, don't they have to be cleaned and kept loose? Also I have noticed that 'her' wig isn't as secure as it ought to be. Is there anything that can be done?" Amanda replied, "I have used a good antiseptic, surgical steel rings and ofcourse, I will be here just incase of complications."

Chief Nayland said, "Good. Now what about the wig?"

July said, "Thread some of 'her' real hair through the wig, when dyed the right colour, it will really help fasten the wig in place! I'll do it tomorrow, if that is alright?" "Brilliant! In that case, I think we are finished. Thankyou Amanda, July, Dawn. Good work." She released me from the stirrups and restraints, adding, "I will see you first thing Monday morning Jenny. Until then, July is in charge. Do not cause any trouble over the next few days, or else!" "I'll behave Chief, I promise." I replied, already scared of what was happening, never mind what would happen if I made her angry! I was allowed to dress, then Dawn accompanied me back to my cabin. Once there, she bade me 'Goodnight' and closed the door as she left. I remembered to set the alarm clock for 6 a.m.

It was after I had removed the make-up and examined myself as well as I could, that I started panicking. What if they didn't remove the breast forms until it was too late? What if the penis sheathe and restraint did permanent damage? What if the nipple rings went 'wrong'? These and other worries were my last thoughts before I eventually fell asleep.

The alarm woke me at 6 a.m., I felt as though I hadn't slept at all. My penis felt strange, my nipples were sore, but I couldn't do anything about them! I showered etc, then dressed for work and put my make-up on. I went to Dawns cabin, she was up and ready, so we had breakfast together. Once again, I was told what and how much to eat, something that had happened every mealtime!

After breakfast, Dawn took me to se P.O.Wren Hill. She had obviously been allowed to decide my duties over the weekend, as they were completely different from 'normal'. I had to accompany her and Dawn to an unspecified location. All I knew was that I was given a new ID card, fully made out to Wren Steward Jenny Davies, it obviously had my 'sissy' photo. "Don't worry, I did this last night, when I was in the Regulating Office, no-one else knows about it! You needed this to be safer, just incase someone stopped you and asked for identification. We will be leaving the base, so bring your purse and don't forget make-up etc, we girls have to be prepared!"

Dawn and I went back to the Wrens Block and got our 'things', then met P.O. Hill in the car park. I sat in the back and Dawn sat in the passenger seat next to July. We left the base and headed over to Portsmouth, I was nervous, but soon settled down as Mother had taken me out as Jenny quite often. "Call me July from now on, Jenny. We have to do a bit of shopping. The base doesn't really have very good items, especially for us girls."

Once parked, July led us to 'New Look', where I had to try on and model several outfits. Dawn liked a short, flared skirt and matching top. July put her foot down and paid for a knee length flared cocktail dress, backless down to the waist, but high necked at the front. The dress was black double layered chiffon very feminine and felt almost like a caress against my stockings. If I hadn't been restrained, I would have become hard with the sensation! Dawn insisted that she should choose the accessories. So I bought a small clutch bag, black knee high boots (3 inch Stiletto heels). Then from 'Clairs' she chose huge silver hooped earrings, a small silver choker and several silver bangles. July said, "Don't worry about the cost, your Mother agreed to this shopping trip and said to send her the bill! Which is just as good, because we haven't finished yet!"

We have Fifty-five minutes before your hair appointment, so Dawn and I will have a coffee. You will go and change into the pretty cocktail dress, don't forget to leave your bra off, put the new shoes on, the earrings etc, then meet us back at the car in twenty five minutes! Fold your uniform carefully, you will be changing back before we return to the base. You have to change out of uniform, just incase someone realises you are a Sissy-boy at the hairdressers. The staff know what you are, just not that you are in the Royal Navy."

After changing (it felt very strange not wearing a bra to support 'my breasts', especially since the weight of the breastforms pulled against my nipples!) I went back to the car and waited for Dawn and July. She drove us to Fareham, where I very nervously went into the hairdressers alone! "Yes, can I help you?" The assistant inquired. "I have an appointment, my name is Jenny Davies." I replied, feeling very tense and frightened. She smiled, "Oh, Jenny Davies. Yes. My name is Melanie; I will be doing your 'weave', slip this smock over your very pretty dress. Good, now sit here Jenny." She said, pointing to the chair closest to the window. When I hesitated, she whispered, "Don't make me repeat myself, 'girlfriend'. I am treating you as one of the girls, but we both know what you are, so I could easily make this very difficult for you. Now sit!" I sat.

She removed the wig, washed my real hair and coloured it to match the wig. Using something like a small crochet hook, she pulled strands of my hair through the wig. She could only do this with my 'fringe' area and the crown due to navy haircut regulations. But she seemed satisfied that it would be enough. When she finished, she styled it then I was told to sit under the dryer. "You will be about half an hour, do I need to call anyone to let them know you will be longer than arranged?" Melanie asked. "No, thankyou. I will be fine."

July opened the door, saw me and walked over, "We can't wait any longer, here is fifty pounds, enough for the cost and a tip. Make your own way back." I knew better than argue, so inwardly swearing I said, "Yes, July. But can I call ahead and get someone to meet me, just incase?" "Good idea, do that. Don't bother about changing, we will take your 'clothes' back for you. Bye for now, Jenny."

She left me sitting under the dryer, even more nervous now, than I had been all day! As I sat there, the last customer left the salon, leaving me, Melanie and another hairdresser. Melanie turned the closed/open sign and locked the door. "As soon as you are done, we will be closing up shop, it is Saturday and I am going out tonight." Melanie explained. "Mel, why don't I finish 'her' off. You go and enjoy yourself, we will be fine." "Are you sure, Jo? It would be a great help, thanks! Jenny, this is Jo, she will finish for me, it has been fun! You must come again, but let your own hair grow longer, you would be amazed at what I could do for you!" "Thankyou, Melanie." I replied.

Jo let her out, closed and locked the door again and came over to me," I'll just check how you are doing." She felt my hair, said, "Another five minutes." When my hair was done, she brushed it out and said, "That will be sixty pounds, please!"

"Sixty?" I repeated, knowing full well I only had fifty pounds on me! "I thought the hair weave was forty five pounds?" "It was, but your hair was coloured and a semi-perm was used to set it. Melanie has only charged you for materials, not the usual price." She saw my expression, "Don't tell me, you don't have enough! Wonderful! Now I'll have to pay the difference! You owe me!" She took my fifty pounds, added ten of her own, totalled up the till money, and took the cash draw out. When it was locked into the safe, she turned to me and asked, "What dress size are you?" "I'm a ten. Why?" "To repay me, I would have taken that pretty dress and returned it, but I'm only a six, I don't have anything here that you could wear. Tell you what. Here is my telephone number. When you get the ten pounds, give me a call, we can meet or you can drop the money off here. Don't make me wait more than a week though, otherwise I will find out which base you are from!" "How did you know?" I asked. "Your real haircut! It is easily recognisable as Navy! I'm just trying to figure out how you get away with it?" I wanted to tell her something of the truth, but knew if any of the Wrens found out, I would be in trouble. So simply said, "I can't tell you. All I can say is that this isn't my idea. I will pay you the ten pounds, I promise. Tell you what, can I make a quick phone call, my Mother will settle up for me." She agreed, I hid the number from her and called Mother. "Hello, Mother. It's me, Jenny. Yes, I know you like hearing me call myself by that name. Please Mother, can I speak? Thankyou. I was brought into town to get my hair done today, but haven't got enough money. I have been left on my own and don't want to leave without paying, so could you give Jo your credit card number and pay the bill for me? Please." She agreed to pay, but only if I let Jo do one more beauty treatment. "What treatment, Mother?" I asked, warily! "I don't know what my pretty girl has had done, or what Jo can do, so you will find out in a minute! Now let me speak to Jo."

Mother and Jo spoke for several minutes, but I wasn't allowed to hear the conversation, as Jo shut me out of the office. When she finished, she said, "Your Mother is very nice, she asked me what else I could do. Out of the choices I gave her, she has chosen two. I think you are very lucky to have a Mother as understanding of your 'fetish' or whatever you call it. Anyway you have to choose from either nail extensions or as I have just finished a piercing course, your Mother mentioned that young girls are getting their bellybuttons pierced. She would like you to have yours done as well!" Not really wanting either, I chose nail-extensions. She quickly cleaned and filed my fingernails then decided I needed fairly long nail extensions. When I began to protest, she laughed and said, "You aren't in a position to argue, are you? No more arguments or I will make them so long you won't be able to do anything!" After she had shaped, buffed, undercoated and polished them, I had been in there for nearly three hours! "I think you owe me, don't you? After all, I was willing to lend you the extra money and I've stayed later than normal." "Yes, I suppose I should be grateful. Thankyou Jo."

"Not so easy!" She said, "I've decided that you really ought to have had the belly-button piercing, so that is what I am going to do! Right now!"

I began to protest, but she pointed out that not only had Mother told her where I was based, she liked the idea of my belly button being pierced. (Thanks Mother!) She knew what I looked like and also that she could get Mothers phone number off of the monthly phone bill! So I had to endure more pain as she pierced and placed a thin steel ring in my bellybutton. "There! Very trendy and ultra-fem." She commented.

Before I left, she opened the safe, took the sixty pounds out, gave me fifty and said, "Your Mother paid for everything, including a generous tip. So you can have this money back. I can give you a lift to H.M.S. Collingwood, I drive past there." "Yes please, Jo. That would be very helpful, thankyou. Could I quickly ring the base, I have to arrange someone to meet me at the gate, otherwise I could be found out." "Go ahead." She insisted on waiting for July to collect me, saying, "'Her' Mother insisted that I make sure she got back safely." I had already told July about the extra cost etc., so she wasn't too surprised. "Thankyou, she does need a lot of supervision, doesn't she?" They both laughed; I said goodbye and thankyou to Jo then walked back to the Wrens block with July.

 

Leslie looked up and saw the time. She had to hurry or she would be late for duty muster. She exited the story file and put the CD disc into her pocket. 'I'll have to finish this later' she thought, 'It is too interesting to miss the end now!' So saying she shut down the computer and ran over to the wardroom.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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