Synopsis: Davey's identical twin sister wants him to impersonate her, but why?

   

Davey

by Caroline J Bradley

© 2007

Chapter 1

Day 1 – first steps

Davey, come on, get up,"

Davey's eyes opened slowly, who the hell…Caroline..oh yes..

His slow waking was the normal habit borne of long late nights, no real job and no real drive. Hang on, his brain, kicked in again…Caroline, what…

He remembered last night and the unusual call from his twin sister, Barbara; he'd agreed to meet her in exchange for a meal and a beer or two. They were very close as twins when they were kids; but, since University, Barbara had become a high flyer in the City of London as some sort of finance expert. He, well, had drifted around and lived a semi-nomadic existence on floors of friends' houses, girlfriends' beds and his small rented flat in an unfashionable part of East London.

Barbara had called on one of those rare occasions that his mobile phone had been recently topped up.

Now, just what had happened last night??…they'd eaten at Barbara's expensive flat in Docklands, no sign of her insufferable boyfriend, Simon, whom Davey had taken an instant dislike to when he first met at a family Christmas. After a light salad a few beers and a glass of wine, Barbara had turned to him and started asking about his current girlfriend, Caroline.

"Simon, she's a lovely girl, what happened to you two." Barbara's hazel eyes glistened as she leaned closer,

"Oh, you know, we just, had a row so I left."

"Why did you row, come on Davey, what happened?"

"Nothing much"

"Nothing much!!" she exploded, "then why did she call me every night last week in floods of tears, she's devastated and wants to talk to you."

"Oh"

"Oh, indeed. And you know what; she wants to talk more about what happened."

"Oh"

"Is that all you can say, Oh?"

"Davey, she knows your "secret""

"Oh, how?"

"Because I told her, she was going nuts."

"You did what?"

"Listen, I know you brother, I've known your little secret for years and Caroline needed to know."

"What?" Davey was dreading the next part of the conversation,

"That you used to wear women's clothes and that's all."

"I see…"

"No you don't. The poor girl thought that you'd had another woman in her flat."

"Technically, I had, "

"Yes, but that other woman was you, wasn't it?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. She found some of my small stash of feminine underwear and started shouting at me. I just couldn't handle it so I told her to go and she walked out."

"Well, you need to talk to her. I had to tell her and she calmed down, she doesn't understand any of this but she's willing to talk to you, and so am I."

"Oh."

"Not that again, listen, I've an idea which could help you, me and Caroline."

The rest of the evening was a bit of a haze, Davey remembered going to bed in the early hours and then being woken up..

Caroline walked into the bedroom and smiled wanly at Davey.

"Hi."

"Er, hi, what are you doing here?" he responded carefully,

"Barbara let me in earlier. I don't pretend to understand, but Barbara has explained a little and I think I can go along with the idea especially if you can help her. So, get up we have a lot to do."

With that she pulled off the bedclothes and threw a tube at Davey.

"Get to the bathroom and use this stuff, full instructions and an applicator is there on the shelf."

Davey remembered the conversation with Barbara; she wanted him to impersonate her at some function whilst she was off on some business trip. He'd refused, but the promise of staying at somewhere smart for a couple of months and her offer of £500 to pay off his debts were persuasive. Frankly, the opportunity to dress up as a woman full time, without anyone objecting and now even his girlfriend seeming to be accepting was the biggest draw.

Davey padded to the bathroom and found the instructions. He'd never used a depilatory before but he knew the basics and he followed the instructions, smearing the foul-smelling cream over his legs and chest. 15 minutes later under the shower, he watched his sparse body hair spiral down the plug hole.

"Don't forget your underarms, there a shaver in the shower." Caroline was in the bathroom doing something he couldn't see through the steamed up shower door.

He complied and soon stepped out of the shower clean and smooth all over. He gingerly towelled himself dry and dried his long hair in a second towel which he left wrapped around his head like a turban, laying on the toilet seat was a range of bottles.

"Use the moisturiser all over and then dust yourself off with the talc. Then have a very close shave and make yourself decent." Davey thought he heard a slight giggle in Barbara's voice.

The moisturiser felt cool and smelt musky as he rubbed it into his smooth legs and chest; the talc was fragranced and smelt similar to the moisturiser. He walked to the basin and filled it with hot water and proceeded to shave his face really closely. Finished, he looked around for a robe and saw a pink fluffy towelling creation on top of which sat a pair of pink panties and a matching bra. Smiling to himself, he pulled the panties up his soft smooth legs pulling his manhood back between his legs with practised ease. The bra fitted well but he felt foolish without anything to fill the waiting cups. Pulling on the towelling robe he, tried the bathroom door, it was locked.

"Hey, let me out."

"Only if you promise to talk to me about this."

"OK, OK, we'll talk."

The key scraped in the lock and the door swung open.

"Hi." Dave said sheepishly, Caroline looked at him and he saw tears well in her eyes, "hey."

"Why didn't you call me, why did you push me away like you did, we could have talked this through?" Caroline blurted out, tears streaming down her face, "how was I meant to understand if you didn't even trust me." Her frustration and anger were evident, her fists clenched but she stood staring at him emotions flashing across her face.

Davey tried to calm her down and over the next two hours and copious cups of coffee he haltingly explained his boyhood experiences of dressing up in his sister's clothes, the Halloween parties with him dressed as Bo-Peep. He tried to articulate his unfathomable need to dress as a woman. He handled the inevitable "do you want to change sex?" and "are you gay or bisexual" and "do you want to go with men?" Deep down he knew he had to be honest with Caroline; he wouldn't get another chance with her.

Eventually, tired and emotionally drained, they lapsed into a silence. He took Caroline's hand and she smiled gently at him,

"OK," she whispered, "I'm happy to give this idea a go if it will help Barbara and allow us to see if we can work through with this. But I am tired, so let's have a break and I'm going back to work – I only took this morning off to talk to you, I'll be back this evening so I want to see you in, well, I need to see what are working with.

Before I go, Barbara left this letter which she says will explain what's going on. "

She gave him a brief peck on his cheek, grabbed her handbag and walked out of the flat.

Davey opened the letter, it was computer generated;

"Hi Bro,

Thanks for this, I need to get away for a bit of time and yet I can't be seen to be away so you are the best solution. Sorry to be a bit vague, but it'll all become clear in time. I'll make it up to you, I promise, and I've set up with some people to help you look and act as much like me as is possible and we've only got about two weeks, so you'll have to work quite hard I'm afraid.

First steps are that you can't stay here until we're ready. I've rented a flat nearby so I need you to go there as soon as possible. Get dressed and call the number by the phone, they know where to take you and they will have a key. Call my cellphone when you get there.

Finally, don't leave this letter lying about. Hand it to the driver, he'll dispose of it for me.

Sorry to be a bit vague (again, sorry – must stop saying sorry).

Speak soon,

Love you

B x

Davey ambled about, feeling very odd yet it wasn't until he caught his reflection in a mirror that he remembered he was wearing a pink towelling robe over pink lingerie with his hair tied up in a towel. He returned to the bedroom, dried his hair and pulled on his clothes from the previous evening; tossing his boxer shorts into the plastic bag he'd brought the wine in on the last evening. He dialled the number on the jotting pad by the 'phone, an efficient woman answered and stated the car would be downstairs in 15 minutes.

45 minutes later he opened the door to a smart flat sparsely furnished with black and chrome highlights. He picked up the phone and dialled Barbara's cellphone.

"Hi bro," it was Barbara, "how are you feeling?" She didn't stop for an answer, but ploughed on," we need to get you ready as soon as possible, so I though the best thing was to get you used to being in my clothes and, well, trying to be me. First I need you to ring someone, go to the hallway and you'll see a pad and paper with names and numbers on it. Annette, call her first, she knows what we're trying to do and she'll do the next step. Must dash, see you later." She rang off.

Bemused, Davey dialled the number and asked to speak with Annette. The receptionist sounded very gushing and he could hear lots of noise and chatter in the background, finally, "Annette, can I help you?"

Davey stuttered, "Oh, it's Davey, yes, fine, Barbara has told me. Listen, can you get here in half an hour?" He had no choice but took down details to get to a place called, perhaps unsurprisingly, Annette's, he looked around for cash and saw an envelope by the front door with his name on. It contained about £500 in mixed notes and a short message from Barbara, "for cabs and other essentials, everything else just charge."

He pocketed the cash and the key and walked out, hailing a cab from the street level and giving the driver Annette's address, he sat back and watched the lunchtime traffic as they drove for about 20 minutes before the cab pulled up outside a very smart beauty salon. He paid the driver and walked in some trepidation into the sights, sounds and smells of a busy London salon. The receptionist greeted him warmly and Annette appeared at her shoulder smiling broadly.

"You must be Barbara's brother, you are so much alike, and this is going to be fun."

She led him into a small private room, handed him a very short polyester robe and told him to strip off to his underwear before leaving. Two minutes later she was back with a huge trolley stacked high with bottles and what seemed to be instruments of mediaeval torture.

"It's great that you are prepared to help Barbara like this, let me tell you what I am going to do." She droned on and on about colouring and layering and hair and manicure, Davey zoned out a little as she chatted on.

"Is that OK with you? This is much easier than I feared as you've already got very long hair and Barbara's is almost the same length." She asked breezily,

"Sure, whatever."

She looked at him oddly, but told him to sit in front of a washbasin and lean back so that his long hair draped into the basin. Moments later his hair was being washed and cleansed; then with an unnerving picture of his sister fixed to the mirror, Annette started to cut the hair and mess with it. She then applied foul smelling chemicals and told Davey to sit there a while.

Another girl came in and smiled, "hi, I'm Nikki and I'm the manicurist. I think it's really good of you to help your sister out like this and I always do Barbara's nails, so they'll be a perfect match." She too started chatting and Davey dozed off with the warmth of the room. His finger and toenails were shaped, cleaned and he watched in detached fascination as Nikki applied short nail extensions to each of his fingers, buffing and polishing the acrylics until they shone.

"With care, these should last a few weeks, and you'll need to get used to longer nails. Now I'll just give them a coat of clear lacquer for now and we can play with colours next time you come in. Same with your toenails."

Davey was fascinated by the change in shape these nails made to his hands. He'd always dreamed of having a full makeover but never had the guts to go through with it, but now…Annette reappeared to shake him out of his reverie. More ministrations to his hair and odd smelling lotions, she teased with the hair and cut and fiddled until she seemed happy.

"There, that's pretty close, what do you think?" She turned Davey around to face the mirror, he was stunned, an effect heightened when he saw his longer shiny nails as his hands went up to touch his hair. The style was identical to the colour and shape Barbara always wore, much darker than his natural colour with the shape framing his face, curling down to just below the jaw line.

"Now, listen, don't wash this for a couple of days, then just use a fine shampoo and conditioner – Barbara must have these at her place. It'll take some time to get used to brushing but the style is fairly easy to maintain. Now, earrings."

"Earrings??" Davey flinched when he saw a gun contraption but before he could argue Annette had shot a gold stud into each of his earlobes.

"You're lucky Barbara only has one in each ear! Now, don't fiddle with these too much, just turn then every so often and they should be fine in about ten days, then you can try taking them out and putting them back in. I'd not try bigger or heavier styles for at least a month. If it hurts or you see a clear fluid, come back to see me immediately." Davey was admiring his reflection in the mirror, enjoying the flash of gold as he turned his head from side to side.

"I'll need to see you same time next week to check the hair colour is holding and touch up the style, we'll also do your nails again. Now that's enough for one day but you can't go out wearing what you arrived in!"

"Why not?" Davey asked innocently. Annette just smiled and pointed to his reflection and then to the shapeless trousers and crumpled shirt.

"Barbara had already thought of that, so go and get dressed next door and Nikki will make you presentable. I'll see you next week, good luck!"

Davey pushed the door into the adjoining room; there was a parcel with a note on top from his sister which merely said "See you later, take care. B"

In the parcel was a light pink t-shirt with a scooped neckline and some matching pink cotton sweat pants plus a white zipped woollen cardigan. He took off the polyester robe and put on the t-shirt and pants; both fitted well and he zipped the cardigan over the t-shirt. The jogging shoes finished the ensemble although he had some difficulty with the laces because of the unaccustomed long nails.

A light tap on the door and Nikki came in, "there, you look great. Could do with a bit more up top but it'll do for now. We'll need just a bit of makeup and some other jewellery and then we can let you go home." With that, she sat Davey down in front of a mirror and quickly applied concealer to cover up his dark beard area then some light foundation, soft pink eyeshadow, black eyeliner and mascara a light pink blusher and a soft subtle pink lipstick.

"Just the smart busy working girl coming back from the gym, you really do look like Barbara except she has more of a bust." Davey looked down at the flat chest and the up to the mirror, he was speechless, he was looking at his sister, yet it was him!

"Thanks," was about the first words he had uttered.

"Oh dear, you'll need to work on the voice a bit. Try speaking softer but don't go too high, you will need help there."

"Thanks, Nikki." Davey breathed,

"Better, that'll get you home. Now, here's some cheap costume jewellery, a necklace and bracelet and a few rings." They tried the things on, the rings were too small for Davey's hands but everything else was fine.

Nikki eventually led a nervous Davey back into the salon, where no-one gave him a second glance. Annette came over and kissed him lightly on both cheeks, whispering, "you really do look very good." Both girls led him out of the salon and hailed a cab and told the cabbie where to take him but his heart didn't stop racing until he had paid the driver off with some of the cash in his cardigan pocket (I'll need handbags and things he thought to himself) and he'd finally closed the door of the flat.

He felt starved and walked over to the kitchen area, enjoying his reflection in the hall mirror. The refrigerator was stacked full of vegetables and salads and there was yet another note stuck to the top shelf:-

"Eat little and no carbohydrates, you need to look after your figure. Call me when you've eaten, B"

Davey sighed and opened a pack of salad leaves and a small container of tuna. Even the salad dressings were low calorie but try as he might, he could not find anything remotely filling. Finished, he loaded the plate into the dishwasher and pressed the autodial for Barbara's mobile.

"Hi, bro, sorry I am busy. Can you call Julie – number on the pad by the front door – bye."

Resigned to his fate but enjoying the feeling of his hair and makeup, he walked to the notepad and slowly due to the unaccustomed nails, dialled the number for Julie. A dark sultry voice with a pronounced American accent answered.

"Yes, Barbara told me to expect the call. I can be with you in about half an hour." She rang off.

45 minutes later there was a ring at the doorbell, Davey pressed the flat's intercom and a voice said "Hi, it's Julie." He pressed the entry button and waited for her to come up; he jumped at a heavy knocking on the door. Davey opened the door and a very tall, dark, heavy set woman walked in carrying a huge shoulder bag. Davey's eyes widened as he took in the high black patent heels, heavy makeup and jewellery and outlandish clothing.

"I'm Julie, pleased to meet you, er" a thick set hand with long red nails beset with rings was thrust towards him,

"Davey," he replied gingerly taking the outstretched hand,

Julie burst out laughing," you're no Davey dressed like that! Now, let's see, please take off your cardigan and your shoes and pants. Don't worry I won't bite."

Davey complied and felt foolish in front of this apparition dressed in only a t-shirt and panties. A tape measure and notepad appeared from nowhere and he was briskly and efficiently measured from head to toe.

"What shoe size?"

"8"

"Barbara guessed at a nine, but that's OK. What's your weight?"

"Not sure, about 70Kilos"

"That's about 150lb. Mmm, could do with losing some of that."

"OK, I've got what I needed. I'll call you in a couple of days but I need you to eat very lightly and only drink water or juices no alcohol or fizzy drinks. Also here's an exercise video that I want you to follow carefully." She reached into the bag and pulled out a DVD, handing it to Davey.

"Now, shoes. Let's see." She reached into the bag and, to Davey's amazement, pulled out a pair of strappy and high heeled shoes with multiple buckles which had clearly seen better days.

"Sorry about these, they're all I could find at such short notice. These are size 9 I am afraid – you're lucky to have such small feet. Try them on"

Davey sat and tried the shoes on and could get them to fit by drawing in some of the buckles. He stood warily and seemed to be able to balance reasonably well.

"Fine, try taking small steps at first but you need to get used to wearing heels including walking up and down stairs. I suggest you keep them on for as long as possible each day and use the stairwell outside the flat for practise. See you in a couple of days." Julie smiled and left.

Bemused, wearing high heels, panties and a t-shirt, Davey tried to get his jogging pants over the high heels with no success. Rather than take them off he walked a little unsteadily into the single bedroom and opened the wardrobes looking for something suitable. He found a small selection of women's wear and chose a simple pleated grey skirt with an elasticated waist which fitted perfectly. Enjoying the swish of the fabric against his bare legs, he tottered into the living room and inserted the DVD into a state-of-the-art entertainment centre and sat back to watch the video. It was entitled "Feminine deportment and exercises to develop a better posture" Julie's face sprang onto the screen and Davey duly followed the more simple first set of exercises. By the end of the first 30 minutes he felt exhausted and was happy to comply when the DVD said to stop and rest.

Just as he was relaxing, the 'phone rang, it was Barbara.

"Hi bro. How's it going?"

"Fine"

"Julie's a hoot isn't he?"

"He, er well yes."

"Now, I'm going to France on the train this evening, back on Friday night so I want to see the magic my planning has set up for you when I get back in three days time. Just call the rest of the names on the sheet tomorrow and you take care of yourself and Caroline."

Later that evening, Davey awoke on the sofa to the sound of the 'phone, it was Caroline.

"Hi, how are you?"

"Bemused, confused and tired."

"Not surprising considering what your sister had in store for you on this first day. How are your feet?"

"Well, my ankles ache."

Caroline giggled, "see what we girls have to put up with. "How's the flat?"

"Oh it's fine, a bit sparse but better than my digs."

"Listen; are you decent, can I come over? I'll get us something to eat on the way, I know you're on a diet to improve your figure," more giggles, "see you later. I am really curious to see how you look."

Caroline rang off and Davey started to panic. He went into the bedroom and took off the shoes, skirt and top. What was he going to wear for his first exposure to Caroline? The wardrobe in his room offered a very small selection of a short black skirt, a plain white blouse or a simple white cotton dress with pink flowers.

He searched the rest of the room and found a drawer with some white cotton lingerie and another with two packs of panty hose, one black and one in a light tan. In a third drawer was a hairbrush and brand new packs of lipstick, blusher, mascara and eyeshadow. The inevitable note read:-

"Sorry, not much but you need to be guided by the experts like Anita and Julie. Make sure you cleanse off old makeup properly. B"

Davey sat at the vanity mirror and surveyed the damage done to Nikki's light makeup from earlier in the day. All looked OK except for the lipstick and some shadowing under his chin, he carefully applied some light powder and applied the one lipstick from his meagre supplies, fortunately it was a light frosted pink and toned well. He carefully brushed his new hair style and then struggled to open the pack of tan pantyhose with unfamiliar nails. Carefully rolling each leg he pulled the hose up and admired the subtle colour change and the wonderful feeling on his bare legs. He pulled the dress over his head and put on the one pair of shoes he had before giving his hair a final touch. Standing in front of the mirror, he realised he was flat chested, so taking some of the cotton underwear from a drawer he filled the empty cups of his bra until a reasonable bulge was evident. A final twirl was rudely interrupted and he jumped when the door bell rang.

Taking small steps and with care he walked to the door, pausing at the mirror to push an imaginary wayward hair from his face, and opened the door.

Caroline stood in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth open.

"Won't you come in then?" Davey said in an imitation of Julie's sultry voice.

"Hey, not bad. I love the hair and nails. You're dress is a bit on the big side and you need some work up top." Caroline beamed and held his hand, she air kissed lightly on both cheeks. "Tell me about your day whilst I get something to eat, love the shoes by the way, need to keep up walking with them to get used to heels you know."

Davey just smiled and followed Caroline into the room. He walked around the flat on Caroline's instruction whilst she busied with a light salad and commented on his need to take shorter steps and point the toes more. He filled her in on the events of the day as they ate and she smiled when he described the outlandish Julie.

"So, Davey, what are we going to do with you?"

"We?"

"Yes, you and I. I can see you are comfortable in your new, er, guise. I am not sure if I have a boyfriend, a girlfriend or neither. And I'm not sure which I want right now."

"Can we try both boyfriend and girlfriend?" Davey smiled in encouragement,

"That might work, we could go out shopping and catch a chick flick – I'd like to get to know the other, er, you, I suppose. Now, Barbara said she's going to be away for the next few days and you're going to need all the rest you can get. So, off to bed young lady; anything you need?"

Davey realised he was very tired, "don't think so, except." He paused, "Yes," Caroline smiled that lop-sided smile he had missed, "I've nothing to sleep in."

"Ah, OK, we need to keep you thinking feminine don't we. I'll get you something tomorrow; I suggest you sleep in bra, panties and a t-shirt. Do you know your size?"

"Julie's measured me from head to toe, so you could call her. Number's on the pad by the door."

Caroline called Julie and Davey cleared the dishes and stacked the dishwasher, listening to the conversation.

"OK, I see, so a UK size 14 long and shoes size 8. I can get some bits tomorrow, anything he needs. Yes, fine can do, good to talk to you. Bye now."

Caroline picked up her handbag, made a few notes on a scrap of paper, kissed Davey on the cheek and opened the door,

"see you tomorrow evening about 6.00. Make sure that you cleanse off all the makeup and you moisturise properly!" She was gone.

Davey went to the bedroom, removed the dress, pantyhose and shoes and sat massaging his aching feet. He washed off the makeup in the bathroom before he noticed some makeup remover and cleanser on the shelf, which he used to take off the final vestiges of mascara. Applying a liberal dash of moisturiser, he completed his toiletries, pulled on the long nightshirt and laid on the bed, wincing as the unfamiliar earrings pressed into the flesh of his neck. He rolled onto his back and was asleep minutes after his head hit the pillow.

Day 2 – Practise, practise, practise

The 'phone woke Davey up for the second day.

"Come on, bro, time to get up and exercise and get some practise in. Don't forget to call the other numbers on the pad." Barbara rang off.

After the next chapter on the feminine deportment DVD, Davey shaved closely, showered and carefully brushed his hair. He remembered to twirl the unfamiliar earrings around in his lobes as he had been instructed. Selecting a fresh pair of white cotton panties he pulled them up and put the white bra back on with practised ease and put on the black panty hose, the white blouse and the short black skirt. Replacing the strappy shoes on his feet, he quickly did a light makeup of mascara, blusher and lipstick.

A light breakfast of cereal and coffee and he felt ready to face whatever was next planned, he took short steps in the high heels to the 'phone and dialled the next number on the list – Danielle. She too was expecting the call and asked him to wait for her and she'd drive over to pick him up. He changed back into the jogging shorts and top from yesterday and 20 minutes later the doorbell rang; he pressed the intercom, "Hi, it's Danielle, can you come down?".

Davey collected the keys and money and carefully walked to the lift – outside the apartment block stood a short woman beside a small Ford car. They shook hands; once in the car she took off like a rocket screaming around the London roads before arriving at a small house. On the way, Danielle explained that she was a speech therapist who specialised in gender reassignment projects.

4 exhausting hours later, yet another cab dumped him outside his new flat. In the hallway the answerphone light was blinking, there was a message from Julie explaining that Davey was needed that afternoon at a private boutique in Hammersmith. He grabbed a light salad, called yet another cab and arrived outside a shabby looking warehouse in West London. He announced himself at the intercom and was let in; he was just standing in the waiting area when Julie breezed in twice as large as life and dressed in an outrageously short skirt and tight sequined top.

"Now, Barbara, let's get used to the name shall we?" Julie ploughed on, "this session is to fit your foundation garments so that you'll get a feminine shape. Next we'll replicate some of your sister's wardrobe in your size. During all of this, you'll need to practise voice, deportment and loads of other things." She smiled encouragingly, Davey's heart sank.

An hour later, Davey was trying not to faint with a lack of oxygen as he stood in 3" black court shoes, sheer black panty hose, a tight gaffe to hold his manhood in place, a very tight corset with padding to emphasise his hips and bum, an impossibly tight waist clincher and a padded black bra with 38D breastforms. He felt tight, constrained and trussed up like a Christmas turkey. They had tried lots of different styles and sizes before Julie pronounced herself happy.

"Here, Barbara, slip this on and you'll see the results, trust me." Julie handed over a short sleeved black cocktail dress and helped Davey into it, pulling the zipper. He tottered over to the mirror and grinned at the reflection of a perfectly poised and proportioned woman.

"Wow," he spoke carefully remembering the voice lessons,

"I'd kill for a figure like that and you'll get used to the corsetry," Julie, explained, "now let's try on a few other items we've got so that we can alter where necessary."

Another couple of hours and a series of skirts, blouses, jackets dresses and trousers with Julie frantically measuring and marking, they stopped with Davey modelling a smart lilac trouser suit festooned with pins which needed lengthening.

"OK, I think you're ready for the next steps. I need you to move to wearing your lingerie and skirts full time to get used to walking and sitting. The grey hound's-tooth skirt fits pretty well so put that back on and the black polo neck, together with the black pantyhose and the grey and black courts. Remember to fix your hair and your makeup needs a little work, let's see what you can do on your own.

Ten minutes later, Davey walked confidently back into the large room they had occupied for the last few hours.

"Very nice, needs more work on the walk – take shorter steps, and your makeup needs to be toned down for normal daytime use, but other wise pretty good. So, go home and rest now, it almost 6.00. I'll have most of the alterations done by the weekend, but you'll need to get some basics like more pantyhose and everyday lingerie and some leisure wear. What's your size, madam?"

"Er, " Davey slipped into his unfamiliar femme voice, "I'm a 14 top, 12 bottom. I take a 36D bra and medium panties. My shoes are a size 9."

"Very good, Barbara. When's your period?"

"Pardon?"

"Come on, every woman knows when her period is due, you'll need to ask your sister on her frequency – put in into a diary and memorise the next few months. Better still, go out and buy tampons a few days before you are due and make sure you buy different types depending on the time; ask your sister or girlfriend, she'll tell you."

"Here's a black handbag, put your keys and cash in there. You'll need to fill it up with more essentials – ask your girlfriend to help. Go home!" Julie stood; air kissed Davey on both cheeks and led him out of the building, their heels clicking on the concrete flooring. She squeezed her not inconsiderable body into a very small car and bade Davey enter, she squealed,

"Bum first, knees together then swing in, otherwise you'll give the other drivers a heart attack if they see your expensive foundation garments!" Davey complied and Julie drove madly across a busy London, depositing him outside his new abode.

He'd remembered Caroline was due at 6.00pm and it was now 7.00. He walked carefully up to the elevator and rode to his floor, seeing a note on the door to his flat, he grimaced.

"Missed you, call me, C"

He called her cellphone, wincing at the background noise as she answered, "Hi where were you, never mind, I'm in a pub just down the road about half a mile if you turn right out of the apartment block and cross a couple of roads, its called, hang on, The Plough – see you." She rang off. Davey panicked but knew this was the next step in the test; he quickly ran into the flat and answered a call of nature, carefully rearranging the lingerie and clothing. A swift brushing of his hair and a dab of lipstick, shouldering the handbag and putting his one credit card and the hairbrush and lipstick into the bag, he closed the door and with a mounting heart rate, took the lift back down to the ground floor and walked out of the building.

He was acutely aware of everyone on the road and the passing cars. No-one seemed to take much notice and he concentrated on taking shorter steps, although his feet really hurt. He relaxed and began to enjoy the swish of the skirt against his nyloned thighs and the clip of his heels on the ground. Passing an opened convenience store, he recalled Julie's comments and ventured in. Five minutes later, he emerged grasping a carrier bag containing two packs of tampons, a pair of pantyhose and some panty liners. Emboldened with success, he walked carefully to the pub's door, and smiled at a couple of young guys who held the door open. He spotted Caroline on a stool by the bar, nursing a wine glass, she smiled as Caroline's gaze swept past him, stopped, returned quickly and her eyes widened.

Davey walked slowly and carefully over," Jesus, you look fantastic. Look at you, I love the whole outfit. Tell me everything that happened today."

Davey smiled, "why thank you, "he said in his best femme voice, "can a girl get a drink first?" Further flushed with success, Davey walked over to the bar and was served immediately by a young barman, he returned with two glasses of Chardonnay.

They chatted for four more glasses of wine, Caroline insisting that Davey tell her all the trials and tribulations of the day with speech therapy and Julie's ministrations. Caroline insisted Davey walked to the bar to get the drinks so that she could see how well the clothes fitted and how good his walk was.

Eventually they both agreed that they were famished and, with Davey slightly wobbly courtesy of heel and wine, they linked arms and giggling they walked back to Davey's flat picking up a Chinese takeaway on the way. An hour later they were both curled up on the sofa with stockinged legs curled under them,

"Davey, Barbara, oh, whatever. I'm not really sure where we go from here," Caroline fixed Davey with a sober gaze, "I really like you and I can see you're comfortable as a woman but I'm not a lesbian." Davey tried to interrupt but Caroline put a finger on his lipsticked mouth.

"I'm willing to try this out, but we need to go slowly." With that, Caroline leant over to Davey and kissed him gently on the lips, he responded passionately but she drew away. "Slowly I said, let me do the work here." She took Davey's manicured hand a rested it on her breast, "massage me gently."

They remained on the sofa with Davey slowly running his long nails around Caroline's nipples which were pushing through the thin fabric of her bra and top.

"That's nice," she breathed and pulled off her top and the bra straps to allow Davey greater access to her amble bosom. "Now kiss them gently, no biting." Davey complied nuzzling between the two mounds as he felt Caroline's breathing intensify.

Caroline shifted back on the sofa and, taking the hint, Davey slid off onto the floor and, still kissing her nipples slowly slid his hands up Caroline's leg. She was wearing jeans and she quickly undid the belt and zipper, lifting her behind so Davey could pull the jeans off and see a very sexy green thong. "Those are nice," he whispered.

"Maybe you'd like to put them on and take me to bed." Caroline responded with a wicked smile. Davey grinned at her, "er, I might need some time to get ready for bed." Caroline giggled and pushed him away, "go and get ready, you'll find a nightie in the bag I brought with me."

Davey found the blue satin short nightdress and retired to the bathroom, it seemed to take ages to get out of the foundation garments and removing the gaffe was a relief, allowing his excitement to spring forward. He slid the nightie over his head and, in an entirely feminine gesture, primped his hair and touched up his lipstick.

Into the bedroom, the lights were low and Caroline was already in bed. She smiled at Davey and pulled aside the covers to reveal that she was naked, the green thong lay invitingly beside her. "Put this on and come here." Davey quickly stepped into the thong and tried, unsuccessfully, to position his manhood back between his buttocks. Caroline giggled, "at least there's one thing you still have that I'm interested in."

They kissed and, with Caroline's gentle directions and Davey's willingness to be very gentle, they brought Caroline to two whimpering orgasms. "That was fantastic," Caroline breathed, "now it's your turn." She rolled Davey away from her and onto his back, Caroline replicated Davey's gentle rubbing of the smooth satin material over his fake nipples. Then she kissed him on the face, lips, and neck and worked down his body to his smooth legs all the time massaging his breastforms. He was in ecstasy. Her hands transferred to his tight thong and she manoeuvred his erection behind the tight material before gently rubbing him through the thong. "That's very naughty," he breathed.

Davey tried to take control but she pushed him back and, in one fluid movement, she straddled him. Taking his manicured hands she pulled them to her breasts and reached down to his encased manhood, releasing it from the confines of the thong and guiding it to her moistness. She pulled his thong up even tighter as his length slid into her and she began lifting herself up and down. Moments later she orgasmed and sped up her movements as she felt Davey grow; with a mixture of scream and grunt Davey arched his back, lifting Caroline high as he squirted loads of semen into her moist pussy, she came again.

Exhausted she collapsed beside him and he pulled her to him. "Thank you," he breathed into her neck. She turned to face him, her eyes moist, "Davey, that has got to be the best yet. I think I could get to like this." She smiled, "now girl, go get that makeup off and don't forget to moisturise." She playfully pushed him out of bed.

Davey used the removers to create a clean face and liberally applied the moisturisers, "cos I'm worth it" he mouthed in the mirror. Rearranging himself into the thong he applied some lipstick and returned to bed. Caroline was already asleep in a soft pink pyjama set. He gazed at her, feeling a strong swell of emotion as a small tear appeared in his eye. He clambered into bed alongside her and fell asleep instantly

 

To be continued…..

© Caroline J Bradley 2007

  

  

  

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