Fifties Fashion Parade                            by: Elaine

 

This story deals with homosexual sex, cross dressing, trangenderism and therefore should not be read by persons below the age of 18. Any comments on this story good or bad should be addressed to me at elaine.w@cwcom.net. If you liked this story please feel free to read some of my others that are posted in Fictionmania. Aunt Roberta's Ward, Wanted and The Importance of Being Juliette. I am indebted to Debbie Carlisle for taking the time to proof read the story and provide some valuable input. Please check out her stories here in Fictionmania.

Prologue

The big band dance music was loud, the lights were blinding, the full length figure hugging elastic corset I wore tight and restrictive, while the sheath dress was pure silk and tight around my legs. My black seamed stockings were oh so straight and held up by three suspenders on each leg. I wore a large saucer shaped matching hat and on my feet, I was wearing a pair of the latest pointed 3" stiletto heels. Yet no one in the audience of this famous Paris fashion house suspected my real identity.

Here I was a man walking down the catwalk during a Christian Dior fashion show and not one person suspected that I wasn't a typical well-endowed and slim waisted British model called Angela Hodge. I really moved and looked like a girl even though I had been born a boy. For the last few years I had been able to gain high paid modelling roles all over post-war Europe. If you have a spare wet Sunday afternoon I would like to tell you my story.

 

Chapter 1 - A war time heroine

Achieving this glamorous and exotic new life hadn't been easy. In becoming one of Europe's top models there had been a lot of luck, some good and some bad as well as a great deal of hard work. Where should I begin this story? Oh yes let's go back to the beginning and I will tell you all about my life.

First a little about my roots. No, not those roots, those are a beautiful blonde colour now!

I came from a small mining community living close to Scotland's capital city of Edinburgh. Coal had been mined in that area for a couple of centuries. My father had once told me that if I ever went near the top of the pit shaft that he would then kick me down it. If that was the only way to stop me from becoming a miner like him, such was his distaste for his lot in the world. Despite his comment I never had any intentions of following him down the shaft cage into that living hell.

In any event I wasn't particularly well built or strong. Unlike my strong hairy ox of a father, I had attained all of my mother's traits and was fully grown at five feet eight inches. My thin girl-like features were obviously a big disappointment to my father. He would call me a poof and a Nancy but I didn't care. I often wonder if he knew I was different even before I did. I obviously didn't have large miner's hands and my size seven feet were four sizes smaller than his.

When the war started in 1939, I was still at the local grammar school. I was quite bright and enjoyed most subjects except the obvious male ones such as woodwork and metalwork. Unlike some of my bigger and stronger classmates, I was not all that enamoured with the thought of getting into the fight or taking another life. Even if it happened to be a citizen of detested Nazi Germany. I hoped that by the time I attained the minimum call up age of 17, that the war would be over and I would avoid the carnage and the undoubted harshness of army life.

I was good at school and I was able to stay on a little longer to complete my School Leavers Certificate. This delayed my conscripted entry into the forces by a couple of months, but I knew there would be no escape for me any more than for the thousands of other young men up and down the country. It was no real surprise when my call up papers duly appeared shortly after my 17^th birthday.

It was with a feeling of dread that I prepared to say what could be a permanent goodbye to my youth. I did not mind leaving my father, but my mother, though she had been a hard mum, was a different matter.

My father safe in his protected occupation as a miner could afford to be jealous of his army private son but he had lost a brother and several cousins in the 1914-1918 Great War.

"Maybe the army will make a man out of you yet. I havnae managed it," he said as we ate our final meal together.

"Leave the boy alone Alex," my mother responded as usual letting me hide behind those skirts she wore.

My mother was really scared at the thought of losing her only child. I particularly didn't like my father's definition of being a man. He had never really treated my mother with any great kindness, giving her only a small part of his pay in a weekly housekeeping allowance. He would keep the rest for himself to spend in the miner's club drinking. His excuse that he needed to wash away the coal dust he accumulated each week didn't really impress me when he always came home drunk and incapable.

I wasn't too happy at the prospect of being cannon fodder. That would be the proper term for me, for, with my physique, I could never make a foot soldier or a fighting man. While taking life was not something I wanted to do, being on the receiving end of a bullet was something I wanted even less.

My dad was right about one thing though, his Nancy boy son was queer all right, and how! Though I was later to discover that women were softer and more loving.

Still with my call up papers in my pocket and a travel warrant I had a very heavy heart when I joined the local train at Inveresk station and headed towards the army call-up centre in Edinburgh.

I explained my position. As a Lothian's soldier my natural choice should have been the Royal Scots, the first regiment of the British Army or the illustrious King's Own Scottish Borderers. I told the induction officer that I would prefer a non-combatant role and seeing my slight build it was obvious that he thought it made sense too.

It was with some relief then that I found that I was enlisted into the Royal Army Medical Corps in early 1944. I still hoped it would be a short and sweet war. I spent the spring of that year in an intensive five month training programme at a large base camp in England as a medical orderly. Although I wouldn't bear arms except for self-defence, I still had to undergo rigorous training. Wherever the men went in battle, I and my mates would be expected to follow. That meant climbing cliffs and scaling ravines just like them. Oh my poor body, it was agony.

I had been trained to provide emergency first aid to injured soldiers. That included medical support in the heat of battle, by giving dressings, painkillers and tourniquets so that they could survive long enough to reach the field hospital. Although I was fitter than I had ever been in my life I was still a miserable excuse for a soldier. I constantly failed to cross obstacles and barriers. Carrying a stretcher loaded down with an injured soldier for any distance caused intense pain in my shoulders and arms.

The men prepared themselves for the invasion of Europe while I wondered if I would live out the first day. I had heard stories that the Germans SS snipers took great delight at shooting at red cross badges just for the hell of it on other battlefields. A small badge with a red cross on your arm was no guarantee of safety. I was scared.

I lived in barracks with the other medics and soon found that homosexual practices were the norm in such places. Particularly where they had a feminine looking boy like me to play with and women were in short supply. I was abused and raped a couple of times during my training and it was obvious that to broadcast my problems would only make matters worse. I kept quiet but I am quite sure the officers and NCO's knew what was going on.

I eventually met up with a charming man, a drill sergeant called Charlie Brown from Guildford in Surrey who agreed that provided I gave him certain sexual favours he would protect me from the attentions of the others. Charlie had only needed to take one look at me to know that I was a sissy.

"How did you start, Andy?" he asked one night as we lay in bed smoking.

"I discovered that I was queer shortly after my fourteenth birthday," I replied recounting that episode of three years earlier. As I dragged on my Woodbine cigarette, I told him that my good looks had attracted the attention of some of the more influential men in the area where I lived. I was a frequent visitor to the local public park and had made long term relationships with several.

"I guess that's what you're doing with me. I'm one of the influential men in this outfit," he replied smiling.

I told him several of those men made promises to me that I wouldn't see any combat duty. I was too beautiful to be killed was how one had described me.

Of course Charlie had to work hard to keep me and that led to some horrific fights between him and some of the other men, and it is a weird feeling knowing that two men are fighting over who will possess your arse. Of course, it didn't really matter who won, the lack of tenderness or roughness was just the same, though it was better if Charlie won as he promised to keep me to himself while someone else might share me around among his mates.

Despite enjoying the intensive training, it was obvious that I would never make the grade as a front line medic. Although I was all set, like everyone else, for my imminent departure for the Normandy beaches, you can't begin to realise how relieved I was to find that my contacts and my physical build had helped with my first posting. I had been personally recommended by a Scottish politician to act as a medical orderly at a temporary hospital back in my native Scotland.

He had been one of my old park acquaintances, the one who thought that I was too beautiful. I left the day before the invasion knowing that I would never see many of those guys who had fought over me again.

The hospital was a large commandeered Scottish country manor house near Glasgow. With medical facilities in short supply, the old manor house had been rapidly converted and extended to allow badly wounded officers to receive surgery and convalescence.

The main house had six wards each housing up to 30 beds while the billiards room had been converted into a surgery. The medical staff were housed in temporary metal sheds called Nissen huts located in the extensive grounds at the side and rear. Of course the sexes were strictly segregated and the few rankers were crowded into a single hut.

Just as my former mates were setting up field hospitals and stretcher parties on the French coast, I was stepping down from a train after a long 14 hour journey from the south of England. Scots say that there is only one good thing about going to England and that is coming back home again to Scotland. Well I felt that way; I was so happy that I would be close to home.

My duties really were not that onerous. They included ferrying and carrying wounded soldiers from the operating theatre to their rooms and the main wards using trolleys and wheelchairs. The majority of those soldiers undergoing treatment were high ranking officers who had been badly injured in attacks against the Nazis. I was also responsible for carrying essential supplies and materials around the hospital.

I liked my role in the war effort. It carried no real danger and I was helping to bring our brave lads back to active duty again or get them ready for a disabled life in civvy street. I imagined a front line post would be nothing like this and certainly not as safe. The word "cushy" springs to mind.

Of course, as I said I was queer and I fancied like crazy some of the men whom I helped back onto their feet. At least I thought I was because I also envied the nurses who wore their blue and white starched uniforms with such pride. Myself I was restricted to wearing my rough battle fatigues consisting of my oddly named khaki brown blouse and trousers. No shirt and no tie and I wore Red Cross badges and medical corps insignia.

I wore this coarse battle dress day in and day out and it was necessary to take steps to wear something a little soothing on my skin from time to time.

Before I had joined the army, one of the men I met in the local park had shown me the delights of dressing up in female clothing. He owned a large house and he still had his late wife's elegant old clothes. I would spend hours dressed like up a woman to please him. It had been scary at first but exciting.

"My wife," he explained as he caressed my neck with his long soft hands, "was around your size and she loved to wear pretty floral dresses, blouses and tweed skirts. I would love to see you in them."

The first time, I tried on her stockings and suspenders was so sensuous, and I needed no persuading when it came to wearing a wig. We would act like husband and wife in nearly all respects. He was very kind and considerate and there was no driving need to pleasure him. He would drive me around in his big Rover car powered by petrol he had stored away in his garage. He had fuelled an interest in me that proved really difficult to stop and was to lead to some big changes in my life.

I was billeted along with three other medics in the smallest hut. It was meant to house about twenty men but we had plenty of space and we rigged up screens to give ourselves some privacy. It was just a short walk to the nurse's quarters and I soon had some female lingerie from their washing line. I also tried to become friendly with a couple of the young nurses called June and Laura, but they were officers and I was a private so I didn't get anywhere. The senior nurses appeared aloof and no amount of friendly banter would open them up.

In the course of my duties, I had the run of the place and found that I could enter storerooms and restricted areas at will. I found a lovely warm storeroom that contained some nurse's ward uniforms and that eventually led to my new life. The nurse's uniform in the wards and recovery rooms consisted of starched blue dresses with a white apron. Since they were liable to get blood and other body fluids onto their uniforms, fresh clean ones always had to be to hand.

There had been a massive battle north of Paris in the autumn of 1944 and casualties had been arriving in droves. I had been working all night and things had quietened off when I decided to relieve the pressure by trying on some of my stolen underwear. It was only after I had slipped on the stockings, bra and underwear that the thought of dressing up in a full nurse's uniform came into my head.

I was soon completely dressed from head to foot and of course I liked doing what all transvestites like to do while dressed and was soon rubbing my penis with some energy. Only my regulation short army haircut gave the game way as I stared in the small mirror I carried. I quickly pinned on a long nurse's hat to my head and carried on with my relaxing masturbation. I was pleased when I found that my short hair was effectively concealed by the long nurse's head dress.

I had done this before of course and was always careful to conceal my activities at the back of the long storeroom. This night though, I was a little tired and thought the chance of discovery so remote that my usual precautions weren't needed. I lay back with my hand up my starched skirt feeling the stockings on my legs imagining that it was someone else's fingers gently caressing my thighs. My lips were ruby red with the last of some lipstick I had retrieved from a ward waste bin.

Unlike most men who would use a gift of silk stockings to get a woman into bed, I preferred to use them for myself. I rubbed my silk-covered legs together as I continued my slow relentless massage as my erection ached for that familiar relief to come.

My lonely and harmless enjoyment was brought to an abrupt end. Just as I was on the verge of coming there was a noise outside. I quickly stood up, straightened my skirt and tried to retreat into the back of the store. Before I could move, in walked the Senior Nursing Officer - Major Sue Scott. She was in her late twenties or early thirties and single. All the male doctors and the medics lusted after her. The reason was she was very attractive with typical English features and a soft voice to match. She was a very beautiful English rose and hailed from deepest Hampshire.

She wore her hair short in the style of the era with an elaborate series of tight curls and her cap securely pinned to her hair. Despite her more senior administrative position she wore the regulation nurse's uniform. I was breathing hard in the dim light when she spoke.

"What are you doing in here nurse?" she asked quite politely.

"Just taking a breather, Major," I replied softly putting a lipstick smeared Woodbine cigarette back into its packet. I was secretly hoping that she wouldn't spot my disguise and my identity. She didn't at that point thanks to the poor lighting.

"Well this isn't the place to smoke cigarettes. Just don't take all night and no hiding in here. Help me with these supplies," she said brusquely and pointing to the boxes near the door. "Ward 6 needs some extra bandages and saline packs."

"Yes Major," I replied and helped her put ten or so heavy boxes on the trolley.

"Have you seen Private Hodge? This is his responsibility to get these things for us?" she asked looking at me closely. I was thankful the light bulb had blown a few days earlier. I just hoped that my disguise would hold up.

"No Major, I don't know him, I was only posted here last night to help with the casualty overload," I whispered softly hoping she would accept that lie. I secretly doubted that.

"Well if you should see him, tell him to report to me immediately. Come on let's get you back to your ward," she said and she waited until I walked past her before locking the door with all my male clothes and pass keys remaining inside. That storeroom was like a vault with bars on the windows and a thick locking bolt on the outside. I groaned inwardly.

I was pleased that my hat was well pinned to the top of my head and it concealed my lack of hair. I minced back to the ward glad I was wearing a full uniform but wondering how the hell I was going to explain all this if I was caught. The dim lighting in the corridors and the wards certainly helped.

I slowly made my way back towards the ward where I expected the least problems. I met the Ward Sister, Captain Christine Abbott and explained that I had been told to report there by the Major Scott. I just hoped that my medical orderly training would help me carry off this impersonation.

"Oh good," she said, "please sit with Lieutenant James over there, I'm afraid he won't last the night so I want his last hours to be comfortable. Let me know immediately if he is in any pain, his condition changes or he regains consciousness. Take regular 15 minute blood pressure, pulse and temperature readings."

I went over to his bed and looked in his cot. He was in a bad way. His right arm was connected to a drip line that was feeding him blood plasma. His right drip was feeding him a glucose solution. I checked both drips and made sure that they were operating correctly. I checked his urine bag and saw that it was almost empty. I saw that both his legs were missing while his face and torso were both swathed in bandages. I knew what to do and performed my new nursing duties quickly and efficiently.

After about three hours, he started to make some gurgling noises and I immediately called Christine for help. Two doctors arrived quickly and surveyed my multiple readings on the chart and went into action. They gave him some injections to sedate him and then evacuated some of the fluid in his lungs. I went back to taking my routine readings after that little excitement.

"Well done Lieutenant ah...ah..."

"Hodge, Lieutenant Angela Hodge," I interrupted as the senior doctor looked in vain for my name badge.

"Good work Lieutenant, I think you may have helped save his life," I tried to look pleased but wondered what life the poor soul would have without any legs and his other injuries.

"Thank you sir," I said quietly back to him.

At around 6:00 am Christine came up and told me to get some sleep but I had one last set of readings to take and she watched as I did them. I recorded my results on the chart and went back with her to the nurse's rest room. I fixed myself a cup of tea and then sat down. I had been up for nearly 24 hours and soon I fell fast asleep.

"Nurse you can't sleep here," I woke to the sound of my cockney colleague Archie Cox. I stirred and immediately he exclaimed. "Struth, is that you Andy?" he asked shocked at my change of appearance.

"Yes it is keep your voice down," I replied shaking myself instantly awake.

"How come you're dressed like that?" He asked. "I wondered where the hell you were."

"It's a long story," I replied, "have you got your general stores pass key?"

"Yes why?"

"Questions, questions, well take me there, I need to get back in; my uniform is in there."

Archie, I knew was bent and I also knew he would make his presence known to me when we got back to that store room. A situation I confess I was not all that keen to avoid. If only he would learn to keep his mouth shut and talk a little quieter. He was much taller than me but wiry and had a long face with a hard jaw.

However we didn't get as far as the storeroom when the Major spotted us in the corridor. "Good work this morning Lieutenant. Captain Abbot was pleased with your efforts. Report back there tonight again."

"Yes Major. Thank you," I replied.

"Get yourself back to your billet," she ordered.

"Right away Major I am rather tired," I replied trying to speak softly.

I made to go back to the huts until she had disappeared around a corner. When she had disappeared, Archie and I made our way back down the corridor to the storeroom. However there was a shock waiting when we found that an extra padlock was now fitted to the door.

"Bugger," I said. "Archie how do I get out of this clobber now?"

"I could loan you some of mine," he said. I doubted that because he was six feet tall and wore a size 11 shoe.

Suddenly my frustration changed to fear as I could see the Major returning back along the corridor and she was heading straight for us. I made for the exit, but she called after us.

"Nurse what is your name, rank and serial number?" She asked.

"Hodge, Angela Hodge, Lieutenant, 2367895," I replied coming to attention and that was not the right thing to do.

"Come with me," she said looking sternly.

I followed leaving Archie with his mouth open and she led me back along towards her office. She asked me to stand as she went and sat down behind a large dark varnished desk.

"Attention," she said.

I immediately stood to attention as I had been trained.

Right," she ordered, "just what or who are you?"

"My name is Andy Hodge not Angela Hodge and I am a medical orderly here," I replied honestly my face tight and grim.

"I see and just how long have you been impersonating one of my nurses?"

She asked.

"Last night was the first time and the last time," I replied. "I am sorry Major but I was working in the store room last night and I just couldn't resist trying on a nurse's uniform. When you came in, you caught me and I just had to continue with the deception."

"Well it seems you gave yourself an instant promotion too. Rising in the ranks from a lowly private to a Lieutenant in one night. You know that impersonating an officer is a court martial offence," she continued.

"Yes Major. I mean no Major I didn't know that," I replied somewhat confused.

"Well normally I would take action against you but we are in a really critical situation right now. I am so short staffed here and there is a real shortage of trained nurses. You know that soldier you specialled last night would certainly have died but for you. I am prepared to overlook this misdemeanour if you will work as a nurse again." She sounded fierce but also desperate as she looked on at the effeminate creature in front of her.

"At ease, Hodge. I need another ten nurses and possibly more if the casualty list keeps on growing. They keep sending us patients and we just don't have the resources to cope. How would you feel about that?" She asked.

"You mean dress up as a nurse all the time?" I asked. "They would shoot me at dawn for desertion. I am supposed to be a medical orderly remember."

"I know but I can alter your records to show that you are a biological female, you will have your own room in the nurse's dormitory. You would get to dress full time in female clothes. Will you consider it? I am not forcing your hand but the only other option is a court martial for impersonating an officer." She replied sounding more desperate.

"Oh I see," I said. "You are so short staffed that you really need me to help but I could never pass off as a female 24 hours a day."

"I don't know. The only thing that gave you away was the regulation short back and sides army haircut, which became visible as I walked past. That can be cured with this," she said and she pulled out a shoulder length light brown wig from a paper bag.

'Oh god', I thought as she asked me to lift off the nurse's cap. The wig was fitted onto my head and it did indeed transform my image. She gave it a brush and then replaced the triangular shaped nurse's habit on my head but obviously not so tightly as before.

"Look in the mirror Angela and tell me what you see," she said handing me her compact and her lipstick. She helped me to apply the powder to my cheeks and the lipstick to my lips. My lips were red and creamy. The make-up certainly transformed and completed my look.

"Without the make-up I look like a boy with long hair, the make-up really helps," I said honestly moving my head from side to side admiring the look.

"Well you will just have to make sure that you wear make-up all the time now," she replied giggling and looking into the mirror at me. Her own red lips opening to reveal perfect white teeth.

"Wait a minute it can't just be the short staff situation that you really want me to do this," I replied suddenly afraid that she had some ulterior motive. By the look on her face it seemed she did.

She moved quickly towards me, took my face in her hands and pulled me sharply towards her. She kissed me hard on the lips. I can still remember the surprise that flowed through me like an electric shock as our lips touched and her tongue invaded my mouth. She held my head so firmly I don't think I could have resisted her even if I had wanted to. She continued her assault on my lips and mouth. It wasn't long before my surprise gave way to lust and I began to kiss her back.

I had been kissed many times before, but this was so, so different. I had always thought that I was queer but here I was kissing a woman dressed as a woman and this seemed so much better than I could ever have imagined. The feeling of lipstick covered lips sliding against each other was so shocking and yet so erotic to me. She broke off for an instant and I looked straight into her green eyes. The image of a sleek and graceful cat sprang to my mind as she smiled and drew me into yet another kiss. This time I was ready and my hands went to the back of her head and gently stroked her hair. I inserted my tongue into her mouth and she began to bite the tip so gently. Her hands dropped from my face and found their way to my backside and I felt her leg slide between mine. My penis was now engorged and one of her hands slid between us to grasp my hardness. She began to rub gently and I moaned out loud.

This was so unlike kissing a man. This was so soft, so sensuous, so erotic. I began to melt and felt my head spinning as Sue broke off her kiss but continued to massage my penis.

"You remind me of a young boy I knew in the thirties and he had the same predilection towards cross-dressing as you. We lived together for two years just before the war. He was killed though when a horse and cart went out of control and mounted the pavement. He was very pretty, he lived full time dressed as a woman. They were somewhat shocked to discover his true sex when they did an examination in the hospital. He looked so convincing," she explained.

"Did you help him?" I asked.

"Not at first, I caught him much like you by chance, he worked as a porter at the hospital where I worked as a nurse. I caught him changing inside a linen cupboard into a dress. I took him in hand from then on and he became my lover."

"And?" I asked again when she paused.

"And I have been looking for someone like him for the last 7 years," she replied and she kissed me again.

I broke free and looked at her, "I still don't understand why?"

"That's easy, I am bisexual, I don't mind who I make love too. Men or women, but those times with Bobby were so nice. I was with a man who looked like a girl. I had the best of both worlds. I now want that with you," she smiled.

I smiled back nervously. "I'm not sure about this," I said.

"What? About dressing as a woman for me or as a nurse?" she replied.

"Both," I stated sharply.

"There is no need to worry, I will give you lessons in deportment and nursing duties. In return you will become my lover," she said pecking me tenderly on the nose.

"But Major," I cried.

"Call me Sue, Angela. The matter is closed, you are Angela from now on," she said. "The alternative I can assure you is so much worse."

'That was that,' I mused as I looked in the mirror. This could work and it might be fun. Despite being awake for more than 24 hours there was no visible facial hair to remove. I looked just like a girl. I had long hair and my face looked so feminine framed like that. Sue picked up the phone and made some arrangements.

"I suggest that you get some sleep and report back here to me at 17:00 hours this evening," she said replacing the phone. "We will give you some extra attention then. Report to Captain Lorna Smith in hut number one, she is expecting you. I told her that you had lost all your personal effects and that she should kit you out after you have had some sleep. A private room is ready and waiting for you." She ordered.

"Yes Major," I said coming back to attention and saluting.

"Dismissed Lieutenant Angela Hodge and welcome to the Queen Alexandra's Royal Army Nursing Corps." She outstretched her slim hand and shook my equally small hand.

"Thank you Major, I won't let you down. What will happen to Private Hodge now?" I asked before turning the door handle to leave.

"He will I am afraid be reported as absent without leave," she replied returning to her papers. "Now run along."

Run along. How could I run dressed like this? The tight skirt meant that my manly stride was reduced somewhat and I turned and tripped out of the office in my tight black officer's shoes. I could feel my stocking covered thighs rub together as I headed down the corridor. As I approached my old billet, I trembled as I passed the Senior Medical Officer, Colonel Wilson and I remembered to give my best salute.

"Good morning Lieutenant," he said as he passed smiling and returning my salute. My new wig gave me a lot more confidence.

I slowly entered the corrugated steel building of my new quarters and quickly found Lorna and her office. I knocked and nervously entered. She was seated behind a double pedestal desk. A short stocky woman she was well built with a massive chest and hips. She looked like an English farmer's wife. Her cheeks were red and I could see that it was not make-up that caused her complexion. She stood and extended a hand to me to sit down and then spoke in a high squeaky voice.

"Ah Lieutenant Hodge, posted so fast that her belongings have failed to catch up with her. Most peculiar, I am sure that we can help you though. Here is a requisition for a complete nurse's kit. Go to the quartermaster's store this afternoon and pick it up. I'll lend you a night dress till you get some sleep. I hear you did well on your first night."

"Yes Captain," I replied still feeling nervous.

"No need to call me that, just call me Lorna. We are all on first name terms in here. OK Angela," she sounded friendly. More friend than foe that's for sure. She winked at me and I instantly knew what that meant, she fancied me too!

Now I was being propositioned by another woman. Already life as a woman certainly seemed better than as a man. I was being congratulated, admired and I was equally attractive to both men and women. I was also very tired, I saluted and headed over to my quarters. I opened the door and found a small room with a small bunk already made up. I quickly disrobed except for my bra and panties and put on Lorna's night dress. I tossed and turned a few times and then drifted off into a deep sleep.

I awoke refreshed about six hours later and got up. The problem I now faced was getting into the toilets without being discovered. I opened the door in my night dress and seeing no one about, I tiptoed towards the toilets. I got in and looked around for the urinal and found none. I dived into the first cubicle and relieved myself. Of course I stood up and then realised the noise I was making could be embarrassing.

I quickly held my foreskin with my fingers and held back the flow. I sat down and let go with great relief. I then realised I had already splashed urine everywhere and thought I had better clean up in case anyone saw it. Obviously I was going to have to sit down from now on in case I was discovered.

On opening the door, I could hear voices. Female voices and quickly rushed back to my room just as they came into the hallway. "Oh look a new girl," said one. "Yes she's in a hurry," said another. I got dressed and took my lipstick and applied a small amount of colour to my lips and cheeks. I looked around and could see nothing with which to brush my hair. I decided the best course was to report for the kit I needed.

Quickly I was in front of the quartermaster sergeant and he was giving me a whole load of smiles.

"Poor dearie, lost your kit, no problems, that's what I am here for, just let me know if you need any extra special silk stockings. I can let you have a pair for a small favour or two." He said winking.

I appeared indignant until he withdrew his comment and then he apologised. Before I left I had three extra pairs that would be useful. The kit he gave me weighed a ton but I had everything I needed to complete my deception including a couple of white regulation bras.

I headed back to my barracks and ran into Archie who smiled when he saw me. "Can I help you with that little lot dear?" He asked.

"Yes that would be nice," I smiled. "Don't say a word Archie, I will tell you all about this later," I said under my breath.

I dumped everything into his arms and carried the stockings myself. We soon opened the door to my room and placed everything down on the bed. Very thoughtful the army they include a little of everything even a hard hat.

"So pretty one, how come you are a Lieutenant?" he asked barely able to contain his excitement. "I think it is going to cost you to keep my silence."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well I know you are queer, so you won't mind some sexual relations between consenting adults will you?" He asked.

"No I suppose not," I tried to think of a way out but I was cornered. "If you blab about this to anyone else Archie then this will be the first and last time you take me." I pouted at him.

"You look so pretty it's going to be a pleasure to take your cherry at last," he replied with that horrible big cheesy grin he wore as he started to unbuckle his belt.

I was getting ready to take him with my skirt hitched up when there was a sudden knock at the door. I rapidly made myself decent and then said, "come in."

It was Lorna and she suddenly had a look of amusement on her face when she spied Archie the camp Romeo in my room. I stood up and smoothed my skirt down.

"Ah Angela," she said smiling, "Some of your personal belongings have just turned up and she handed me a small bag marked Hodge on the top surface. What have we here?" She continued looking at Archie. She made a further comment, "just in the place and you have a man in your room already?"

"It's not quite like it seems Captain. Private Cox here saw that I was struggling with my kit and offered to carry it, he was just about to leave when you knocked."

Archie thankfully took his cue and scuttled out like a frightened rabbit with his belt and webbing still slightly undone.

"Fine, here's your bag, Major Scott dropped by with it just a little while ago. By the way do you have a brother or a relative here because there is an orderly stationed here called Andy Hodge? Do you know him?"

"No I don't," I replied hoping that she wouldn't notice the similarity.

"It is just as well because I hear he has deserted. The Military Police are out looking for him now."

"Do you know why he deserted?" I asked concerned about my predicament.

"They say that he was really afraid to get transferred to an active post near the front," she replied.

'Not quite true,' I thought but close enough. I wouldn't have deserted though.

"Goodbye Lieutenant, If you need anything else just let me know," smiled Lorna again as the door pulled closed behind her.

I stared at the mass of the kit and decided that I needed to get it properly stashed away in drawers and wardrobes. I had three ward uniforms of blue dresses and white aprons, and two dress khaki uniforms with knee length skirts, and the regulation khaki shirts and ties, and flat dress peaked caps to go with them. I had a standard issue helmet with canvas webbing. I had three pairs of dress shoes and three of the rubber soled ward shoes, and several sets of cotton underwear, including suspender belts and bras, with the regulation issue brown lisle stockings. I even had a gas mask, but who ever thought the Nazis would use gas up here?

I quickly stripped off and donned a fresh bra and did it up. I struggled to get the hooks done up behind me until I decided that this wasn't working. I turned it round did up the hooks, turned it back to the front again and slipped my arms inside the straps. The straps were thin and also needed some adjustment. Eventually after some fiddling it was adjusted and I filled it with a pair of lisle stockings in each cup. This proved to be too much for my liking and I took one stocking away. If I was going to be caught I didn't want to be seen as going over the top.

Next I donned a pair of panties and was glad to see the back of my army underpants that I had worn under my female uniform. I tucked myself between my legs and the panties did a good job of concealing my manhood before I attached the suspender belt. Tan lisle stockings were next but then I noticed that my blonde leg hair showed through. I would have to shave my legs but with what?

It was suddenly obvious, my belongings! I opened up the back of my kit bag and found my shaving gear. I had never shaved before but I had a safety razor and soap. I lathered my legs and shaved myself until I couldn't see another hair. I didn't realise it then of course but my legs would never be hairy again.

I found the rest of my belongings and started to comb out my wig. It was straggly and tough but I soon had it curly and manageable again. My scalp felt all hot and itchy under that wig. With my army regulation short, back and sides haircut I was going to have to wear it for a long time to come. I tried to cover my eyebrows with the wig fringe but they still looked bushy and joined together. 'Oh no,' I thought, 'they have to be plucked too.'

Fortunately my shaving kit also included a manicure set and had items such as nail scissors and a file. Right at the back was a pair of tweezers. They had come in handy in the past removing wood splinters from my fingers but this was something different.

After some tears, I had removed several centre hairs and wondered how this could be done with less pain. Eventually I found that by stretching the skin it could be done and I set out to remove all but the smallest hairs. I could make a proper feminine arch later I thought.

It was nearly 17:00 hours and I was famished. I quickly donned my skirt, my dress shirt, tie and tunic. I slipped a flat cap on my hair and then did up my shoe laces. Ironically it was the first time I had worn a tie since I had joined the Army.

I looked in the mirror and applied some more red lipstick to my lips. The tube was one that Major Scott had given me. It too was nearly empty. I would need some new cosmetics and soon. In my old kit bag I found some money and I put it in my tunic pocket. I would also need a shoulder bag to house my purse and make-up.

I knew where the mess hall was of course but still asked Lorna for directions. She looked me over and said that I looked quite cute in my new uniform. She grabbed her jacket and offered to show me the way in person.

I sat next to her with the other nurses. All were very pretty and I found that the chat degenerated into gossip about the doctors and surgeons. Who was the best looking and what they did with what nurse? They also talked about Andy Hodge and his apparent desertion. They felt sorry for his plight if he had indeed gone AWOL because a front line posting loomed.

That was good to know that as Andy I had made a good impression somewhere. Soon the conversation turned towards my new female identity and I was able to embellish the truth. My accent was a dead give away and they were pleased that I was Scottish like most of them. The meal in the mess was basic fare but filled up my aching empty stomach.

I walked briskly over to the Major's office to see what else she had in store for me.

"At ease Lieutenant," she said after I had come to attention in front of her desk and added, "we have no need for rigid army discipline among nurses."

"I'm sorry Ma'am it's difficult to change overnight," I said relaxing.

"No need for apologies. Just call me Sue. The die is cast, you have been listed absent without leave and the red caps are searching for you. From now on you will have to make extra sure that you deport and behave like a pretty young girl," she said, adding "I am sure though that you will make a valuable addition to my nursing staff."

"I would like nothing better, Sue. I have been treated so well since I started this morning. Much better than I ever was as a man."

"In what way?" She asked

"Everyone is so much friendlier and they see me as an attractive female. Even some of the lesbians here have taken a shine to me." I smiled.

"Yes, we have our share of them here, but it's of no importance. They will leave you alone if I give the word."

I have to admit I heard that with more than a hint of disappointment.

"You are mine, all mine Angela. Don't you forget it and I'll make bloody sure the rest don't forget it either. I'll be making sure we see a lot of each other," she said with a smile like a cat with a saucer of cream.

"Do you find me attractive as a woman?" I asked gulping for air like a marooned fish.

"Yes, you certainly never did anything for me as a man," she replied. At that she got up from her chair and walked around me, looking me up and down. "Not bad to start with, but we'll need to make some changes," she said.

As she walked behind me her hand touched my backside and I jumped with surprise. I realised I had been holding my breath as she had performed her inspection.

"Don't be frightened, Angela. Nothing bad is going to happen. On the contrary I think you're going to enjoy our little adventure. I know I will." She stood behind me now and I could feel her breasts pushing against my back and her hands snaked around my waist to pinch my rising manhood. She suddenly grasped my shoulders and spun me around so that we were facing each other. Those green eyes glowed and I knew what was coming. Her face moved towards mine and I closed my eyes and waited for her lips to touch mine.

She gently nibbled my lip with her teeth as her arms wrapped around my waist. I was powerless in her strong grasp and I leant into her body as I felt my cock begin to stiffen inside my panties in response to what I was feeling. Sue noticed immediately and moved a hand to cover the growing bulge beneath my uniform skirt.

"Oh good, so you liked that," she said, smiling that damn cat's smile again.

"More than you can believe, I think I need some relief now," I said.

"There isn't time now Angela but perhaps later. We need to do some work on your appearance and deportment. You still look and walk like a man too much for comfort."

For the next hour I was shown how to sit and stand, walk and run. How to move my wrists and head. She went to town on my eye brows again and I soon had very little hair left as two pencil thin arches were made. I looked at hers and could see that she was correct.

Next she pierced my ears and duly inserted two small gold sleeper studs, that she had in a box. She told me to take them out before I went on duty but to keep putting them back afterwards. I winced with pain when she did that.

Next up she handed me a small corselette and as I pulled it up over my still anxious manhood, it was flattened into my stomach.

"Now there are no tell tale bulges in front we will look at your bust," she said pleased with herself. "You need two other bulges in front obviously. What did you use in front?" She then asked.

"A stocking in each cup," I said hoping that would satisfy her.

"No that won't do, they are not realistic enough," she said.

She went to her drawer and pulled out two small round balloons and proceeded to fill them with a little water. I remember to this day that they were cold when they were inserted them against my chest.

"They will give you a slight wobble when you walk and will be much more realistic. They are also slightly larger and give you a much more enlarged personality. Take a couple in case of trouble," she added.

She gave me a hairbrush and showed me how to brush and style my wig. She opened an old shoulder bag of hers, which had a simple clasp and I saw that it was subdivided into several compartments. She helped me fill it with the items of make-up, hairbrush, comb and the spare balloons before handing it to me.

"Here, let's get you back to your room to get you changed into your nurse's ward uniform," she said.

I followed and was surprised at the greetings we two women had, as we walked the quarter mile back to my quarters. There were smiles and salutes from men and women alike. That had never happened to me like that before. It was astonishing to see the reactions I was having.

Sue helped me dress in my ward nursing uniform and I was relishing the wider skirt after the more restrictive version I had worn for much of the afternoon. She carefully attached my long scarf like cap onto my wig with hairgrips.

"This is a throwback to the days when all nurses were nuns," she said smiling.

I looked in the mirror and she handed me a fresh red lipstick that I then used to touch up my lips. I couldn't believe this was happening as she led me outside in the cool evening back towards the ward. I looked at myself in the mirror and she pinched my cheeks to make them look redder. "You'll do," Sue said before kissing me again. I kissed her back it was a delight kissing her after all that time with men. She was so soft and loving at least that is what I thought.

She led me back to the manor house to begin work on the night shift again. Christine and the other night nurses were all seated in the nurse's room when I arrived.

"Sorry I am late," I said crossing my legs and relishing the feel of the stockings, "but Major Scott called me into her room on the way here."

"That's fine Angela, we had just started the report," said Christine. "Now like last night I want you to special the officer in the end bed. He has just arrived today. He was caught in a bomb blast, he has severe lacerations and several broken bones. His spleen was ruptured and he lost a lot of blood. He was brought in here today and the operations he has had indicate that he will make a full recovery. Start right away with quarterly readings and relieve Amy or Lieutenant Johnson as she prefers to be known when she is on duty."

I got up and left. It was going to be another long night. I quickly talked with the tired nurse I replaced. She gave me some information on his condition and that he had drifted out of consciousness all day. Mercifully he was asleep and I started to take my first readings.

It was fairly routine stuff and apart from meeting my own needs of food, tea and regular comfort breaks. I was very motivated to ensure that this brave lad would pull through. His condition was stable for much of the night when suddenly it changed. His pulse shot up and his temperature threatened to burst the thermometer.

I raised the alarm and once again the doctors arrived and attempted to stabilise his condition. They shook their heads and tried to maintain his vital signs. It was obviously something wrong internally and he was slipping away from us. I stared in horror as he slowly died. I felt devastated. I took off in tears down the ward and was stopped by the Captain who called me back.

"Don't blame yourself Angela, we all did as much as we could," she said holding me close. I continued crying. She hugged me tightly and we stepped into a side room.

"There, there," she said and then suddenly she kissed me on the cheek.

She put her hand under my chin and then kissed me fully and tenderly on the mouth. "Come on now stop crying," she said. "You are much too pretty to cry." My spittle created a spiders web from her mouth to mine. We smiled when we saw that occur.

I sobered up, here was I dressed as a nurse and here was another kissing me tenderly on the lips. I kissed her back, she in turn opened her mouth and before I could resist, her tongue was inside my mouth. I sucked hard and long. Our lips squashed close together. She started to feel the passion of our kissing and started to moan.

All too suddenly we broke off and we looked in each other's eyes. "Have you ever kissed a woman before Angela?" She asked. I shook my head lying. "Well it is a more pleasant experience than kissing a man don't you think."

I nodded and I kissed her lips again and then moved further down onto her neck.

"Not now, later come to my room," she said. "We need to get back to work."

'This is going to be difficult,' I thought. 'How am I going to bed her without her seeing me.'

Enough thoughts, I went back to work and helped prepare the brave man's body for the morgue. Archie turned up with the body trolley and we helped him lift the body onto the platform. My first fatality I might be playing a game but that poor blighter had been on the receiving end of some serious stuff.

The rest of the shift was routine. I spent the night relieving other girls and generally helping out. It seemed aimless but my contributions seemed to be appreciated. There were genuine expressions of sorrow from several nurses when we made our way back to our quarters. "What a dreadful start," said one girl. There were similar comments of "shame" and "I hope it doesn't get you down Angela."

Fortunately the Captain had been detained and I was able to get out of a compromising situation. I was tired in any case and I was quickly into bed and asleep. I woke that afternoon with a raging hard-on. I stroked my nightdress and then my cock. I came explosively leaving a creamy pool in my cupped hand.

I rose and showered, got dressed in my best uniform and headed out to the mess. I was famished. Apart from a few cups of tea, I had had only one square meal in nearly 48 hours.

I sat down carefully tucking in my skirt under my bottom and set to with gusto. The meal was a steak pie with peas and potatoes and I loved it. I was soon finished and stared over at the entry door to see several other girls from my shift saunter in.

They gave me a smile and I smiled back. I picked up my mug of tea and noticed my lipstick marks on the rim. It was obvious that they saw me as one of them now. I was dressed and acting as a woman not some teenage boy any more. I remembered to use just a few fingers to hold the mug and even stuck out my pinkie.

Chapter 2 - My nursing career continues

I was successful at deflecting all these amorous unwanted advances from the lesbian nurses and even from the doctors. Of course even Archie desperately wanted to bed me too. I began to have a reputation as a chaste person. In truth though I had become the close lover to Sue Scott and I couldn't obviously broadcast this to the other girls. I would visit her regularly and the outcome was obvious.

We enjoyed a great relationship, she continued to feminise me slowly and surely. She was an intelligent woman and her hold became ever stronger over me as she explained that I was looking at a five to ten year prison sentence in a military prison for desertion if I was ever caught.

"Angela, I have been thinking about your little problems," she said one night after I had returned from a hectic day in the ward. She snuggled up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"I have spoken discreetly to one of the surgeons and he is prepared to do a little experimental surgery on you. He said that once it was done, you would find it so much easier to pass as a girl."

"What would he do," I asked starting to feel faint.

"Not much, just a small modification, you will find it so much nicer when it is done," she kissed me. "The alternative is as I say a long time in a military prison. So you really have no alternative."

"When can it be done?" I said suddenly panicking at the thought of a life behind bars.

"I can arrange it now if you like," she said and she picked up the phone. "Hi Eric it's Sue Scott here, I was wondering if you remembered that special favour you owe me. Could I call in that marker in now?

Pause

"You could, great. Right now?" she asked

Pause. I could hear some squeaky voices on the other end but no actual words.

"I will assist you, it will only take about 20 minutes won't it?" She asked again.

Pause

"Then we will see you in about five or ten minutes in theatre 2," she replied hanging up the phone.

"Come on let's get going, Eric will do the procedure and you should be back here within half an hour," she said.

"What is going to happen and why do we need to do it?" I asked.

"You will find out in all good time," she said in reply.

We donned our nurse's cloaks and rushed through the pouring rain to the theatre wing and found Eric in the middle of scrubbing up. He looked me over with his masked face. Like he was some gunman who wanted to rob a bank. He said nothing and nodded as he continued scrubbing his hands.

"Just go through and lie on the table, we will be with you in a short time," she said.

Soon I was sniffing a basket of chloroform and was fading fast. I awoke as promised a few minutes later with a horrible pain spreading around my crotch. I put my hands down and was immediately restrained by the Sue.

"What have you done?" I asked groggily feeling a searing pain emerge to uncloud my brain.

"We removed your testicles," she replied. She was alone, the surgeon had obviously left to attend to other urgent matters.

"Why," I replied in disbelief.

"Because Angela, you were starting to become too masculine, I had to nip that in the bud or it would be noticed and you would surely have to go jail. I love you too much now for you to leave me. You will still be able to have erections but there will be no spunk left now."

I moved my head and I could feel my own longer hair move about my ears.

She helped me up onto two feet and took me back unsteadily to her room. The rain was cool as we slowly made our way back to her quarters. I was asleep in no time.

I awoke a few hours later feeling like a mule had kicked me in the crotch. It had been no dream, I had been castrated. I would no longer be able to father children. The pouch that nestled between my legs was completely empty and I could feel the stitches.

"There is more though," she said slowly passing me some white pills. "You have to take these too."

"What are they?" I asked slowly as she put the first one into my mouth and gave me a sip of water to wash it down with.

"Something that will counteract the loss of those little things between your legs. They are a natural remedy favoured in other countries mainly but some women here use them too."

"What are they?" I asked again growing impatient.

"You will find out soon enough when you no longer need those balloons," she smiled. "You obviously can't go through life with a flat chest now can you?"

"I don't want to grow breasts," I cried.

"Like I said, the alternative is prison," she replied and I hesitantly swallowed my second pill. "Besides you can't be my lesbian lover without them can you?"

With my body no longer producing male hormones, it didn't take too long for the first effects of these herbal medicines to show. My skin felt softer and my hips seemed to swell out but the biggest effect was on my rib cage with the formation of two small buds and a swelling of the nipple area. I was growing breasts. I also suffered regularly from hot flushes.

Strangely I also felt more at ease with myself, my frustrations of continually playing at being a woman seemed to end quite quickly after that. I became more emotional too and would often have to leave the ward in tears when I saw some badly injured soldier die as a result of horrible injuries.

Sue would comfort me and we saw each other every day. I learnt to give her oral sex and she in turn would use a dildo in my rear passage. It was satisfying relationship for both of us. We were in love and the sexual relations we enjoyed are still fresh in my memory.

Archie like my replacement tried to get me into bed and almost succeeded several times. However I preferred a gentler feminine touch. The thought of Sue prevented me ever wanting to go with a man for several years.

In May 1945, the war in Europe ended and we soon found that the casualties dried up. One by one the wards closed down, as the servicemen were able to get back on with their shattered lives. I had no reason to return home and was happy to be kept on along with a small skeleton nursing staff until the last of the patients were transferred or sent home in mid-July.

Sue gave me some options then and asked if I would like to remain in the army a little longer as she needed some nurses to work in Germany. She had been promoted to colonel of a field hospital near Hanover and would need several experienced staff nurses as ward sisters. I jumped at the chance and went with her. That meant an increase in pay and promotion to Captain.

Not bad for the son of a working class miner.

Instead of treating our injured war heroes, we were right in the front line. We were almost exclusively helping the local population with many hundreds of women and children suffering from lack of nourishment and disease. It was a trying time for all of us as we helped the German people get back on to their feet.

We met our soldiers from time to time too. I remember one harrowing day when a young man I recognised from my own village came in minus his left leg. He had trod on a mine in the minefield clearing operations just outside the town. Fortunately he didn't recognise me but I was able to learn more about my family and about what the world knew about me.

I was dead all right, a body had been washed up on a lonely Scottish beach wearing my dog tags. The body was too badly decomposed to be recognised. I was given a proper burial and my parents had lost their only son and heir. My dad died shortly after in a mining accident and my mother died shortly after that of a broken heart. Angela was on her own now. There was nothing to connect me with my past. There was only a feminine future for me now.

Chapter 3 - My interest in fashion begins

As a nurse in the army, I wore my uniforms nearly all the time. The only exception was when we were given well-deserved leave. Sue introduced me to the joys of Paris and we were able to squander our well-earned pay on the latest fashions.

Sue took me to all the big fashion houses and we would have a great time buying clothes. I would help her choose and she with me. It was a dream-like time and she and I were also still lesbian lovers. My breasts had swollen out now to a 34 B and my penis very rarely got hard. Sue had found a source of synthetic female hormones and I was taking them daily. I loved the feeling of change in my body. After a period of adjustment, I loved working as a ward sister. I would never tire of wearing the uniform but the periods of leave we enjoyed were special.

Our relationship continued well after the war, we always had access to the best clothing as our frequent trips to Paris testified. It was nice to get away for a couple of weeks, go to Paris for a few days, buy some dresses and skirts and then go down by train to the Riviera for some sun, sea and relaxation.

One day in February 1951, we were sitting in a special private viewing of the latest Dior summer collection. I was always fashionably dressed and that day was no exception and I wore a long line pleated skirt, tight bodice made easier by a small narrow corset that held up my seamed nylon stockings. My long hair was neatly bunched up and as usual my pearl drop earrings hung prettily from my pierced ear lobes.

The show had just started but then suddenly there was this screaming and shouting behind the screen. Sue and I just looked at one another.

"Whatever has gone wrong?" I asked Sue.

"I don't know but we had better find out," she said rising quickly and going automatically into nursing mode again. We moved to the stage steps and went up and past the curtain. We saw the body of a partially clad model lying on the floor beyond and she was writhing in agony holding her leg.

"What has happened?" Asked Sue to the woman attending the injured girl. "We are British Army nurses," she said grim faced as usual when an emergency happens. The woman's displeasure eased when she realised that we were there to help.

"She fell awkwardly when she tried to get into this tight dress," said the woman who turned out to be the girl's dresser.

Sue touched the offending ankle and was rewarded with a cry of pain from the thin girl. "I think it may be broken," Sue said, "do you have any bandages and splints?"

"Yes I think so," said the woman in fluent English and she hurried off and returned with a roll of bandage in her hands. With my help Sue applied the bandage tightly around her ankle and strapped it up. The model bit her red painted lip to avoid crying out in pain.

"She needs to go to hospital immediately," said Sue tying off the bandage while I wiped the girl's forehead resting between my thighs on my skirt. I looked down at her ruby red lips and was desperate to kiss them.

"Telephone for an ambulance," I shouted out the order of a confident Ward Sister that I now was.

"Yes Mademoiselle," said someone behind us and with that we lifted the girl onto a couch under the window. She held her breath as she was carried. We left her in the care of her best friend and returned to our seats after making sure she was comfortable.

As we returned to our seats, one of the officials offered us a bouquet of red roses each that had obviously been destined for other use but we were both thrilled by this unexpected gift. The model's dresser arrived a few minutes later to personally thank us for our efforts.

Sue just shrugged her shoulders and smiled through those kissable lips of hers. I was tempted to kiss her right there and then. Those lipstick kisses always had me entranced and I never tired of them.

"It was nothing," Sue said to the woman.

My lipstick covered lips opened wide and I stared back at Sue. She just winked her long eyelash at me and smiled.

The Master of Ceremonies walked forward and announced that the show would continue in half an hour when they had managed to get another two models. He apologised and then he saw us sitting chatting excitedly with the roses. "We should be able to show the rest of our collection then. Please help yourselves to some refreshments," he added before going back behind the curtain and began shouting several swear words and sharp instructions in French.

We rose and headed towards the smell of coffee, I felt my nylon stockings rub against my hairless thighs as we wandered over to the table. I had it served as usual, no cream and no sugar. Sue saw to it that I kept myself on a rigid low calorie diet. The black strong coffee tasted fine and we slowly stood and sipped the brew easing our feet in our black sling back low heel sandals. I gently stood and rubbed my thighs together and it felt delightful, however my penis did not rise to the occasion concealed as it was in it's confined space between my legs.

I looked at Sue closely, she was beautiful, but more than that she was the most perfectly groomed woman I'd ever seen. Everything about her was correct, her lips, her hair and her deportment. Her elegant stance and I had to work hard to keep up.

She looked every inch a model and not the hospital Nursing Officer that she had become. The trouble was she told me that I looked even better. She could not understand how a man could look so pretty. My long hair carefully tied up and arranged. It was my pride and joy despite the hours it took to put right. She had made sure it was permed and curly.

We stood chatting quite excitedly about our trip south to the Mediterranean coast in a few days to escape the Paris chills. Our skirts touching and every now and again Sue's large breasts would push against me. Sometimes my arms, sometimes my back but it was my own feminine breasts that caused the most electricity.

The Master of Ceremonies came back onto the stage and made an announcement that surprised us saying the show could not continue unless they could find two replacement girls. One to replace the injured girl and the other to replace her companion who had accompanied her to hospital. Then he spotted us at the back of the hall sipping our coffee. He made a path straight for us.

"Mesdemoiselles permit me to introduce myself, my name is Jacques," he said in fluent English that made me wonder how he knew we were British.

"You are most elegant Mesdemoiselles, would you like to help us with the rest of the show? We need two tall models who can show our clothes wonderfully. I looked around the room and saw you both and wondered whether you might consider it?" His French accent smooth and flowing. His smile was incessant.

"No I don't...," I was interrupted by Sue I was about to say think so.

"Yes we would be interested, how much do you pay?" Asked Sue ignoring my pout.

"Oh you would be well paid," he said and he mentioned a figure that was the equivalent of a week's work at the hospital.

"You are not serious Monsieur?" Asked Sue with a mischievous smile at me.

"Mademoiselle we are desperate please say yes. We will also give you an evening gown or a dress to just say yes, come it will be fun." He said his eyes pleading and then his arm pointed towards the opening of the stage.

Sue nodded and smiled, it was reciprocated by me who looked shocked and excited by it all. I shrugged my shoulders and raised my plucked eyebrows.

"You look as though you have just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine," she said to me when we walked back behind the curtain and she saw my uneasiness. "Don't worry, you will be just fine."

I looked in the mirror and surveyed my make-up and it looked flawless, however we were quickly ushered into a make-up chair and my carefully coifed hair and make-up was drastically changed. They changed my hair to be long and flowing and it descended down my back. The make-up was stronger with the artist applying fake eyelashes to my already dark upper eyelashes. I had never worn them before and they felt odd as the weight of my lashes made me feel every blink I made. It is not something I had noticed before but now I felt every movement of my eyelids. She used a dark ruby lipstick on my lips, all thick and shiny. I tasted my lips before she applied a gloss coat to seal in the colour.

Of course Dior's new look had been out for some time and both Sue and I were devotees so we were already dressed as one would expect a young modern post war woman to dress. That included a bra, girdle, seamed nylons and heels underneath my long line skirt and petticoat. "Right now Mesdemoiselles, we must hurry please go behind that screen and put on the dresses you see hanging up," said the dresser after the make-up artist had finished. She was a middle-aged woman about 40 years old, her dark hair tied up in tight curls. Her lipstick made her thin lips look full and inviting. I was falling in love with her.

Realising that everyone spoke French I made a small concession by saying, "Oui Madame."

"Non Angela, c'est Mademoiselle aussi," she smiled making me feel more at ease.

The first dress was in pale yellow cotton, it was narrow waisted and had short simple sleeves that came to my elbows. It was finished off with a wide white leather belt that sucked in and flattened my stomach despite my tight and unforgiving girdle.

My long brushed out hair flowed down my back and I then slipped on a pair of matching yellow sling back heels higher than anything I had ever worn before. They made me feel a lot taller and walking in them felt surprisingly comfortable.

"So?" Said the dresser in good English, "it fits well?"

"Very well," I said in French. "It is much more comfortable than I expected."

"This one is a summer dress, the other clothes are shall we say more feminine," she replied and I wondered what she meant.

Sue joined me outside in a pale green creation which matched mine in style and she looked like my twin sister, looking radiant and loving every minute of this exhibition. We walked to the queue of girls waiting ahead of us to take our turn on stage. We chatted nervously until suddenly the music started and we went on. I actually felt like I was in a goldfish bowl with all the eyes on me. I was tense and looked across at Sue and saw her smile so I did the same. Pulling back my lips to show my perfect white teeth beneath. I watched the girl ahead of me turn and set off back towards me and as she did, Sue and I started to walk slowly. I did my best walk, the girdle hugging my penis making me mince slightly. The long dress though presented no problems as it flared about my legs.

'It would make a lovely dress for a walk in the country.' I thought as I smiled. My red lips peeled right back.

We reached the end of the cat walk and started back. Sue and I wiggling our rears. I looked over and saw that she had put her hand on her hip and I did the same and raised my gloved hand higher. We left the stage to applause and cheers. None were waiting though as we emerged into the dressing room area.

"Quickly girls, change now," the dresser cried out to us both. Seeing all the other girls dressing in the open made me realise we would have to do the same. The next dress was a tighter creation and much more in keeping with the era. It was tight everywhere and it was so feminine with a large red rose motif on a white background in the middle of the bodice.

As I wriggled into it I could feel the tightness at the hem, it held my calves together so that it would make my steps small. At the hips it was tight showing off my hormone induced rear and then in tight to my waist and up my rib cage to my full breasts. The same white belt was attached and it was notched one hole tighter. The crowning glory was a dark wide brimmed hat with my hair pinned up. Long white gloves were next, followed by a lit cigarette and a long black cigarette holder. Finally a small toy poodle was thrust into my hands.

"Angela, wait your feet," said my dresser as I returned to go back on stage. She removed my yellow sling backs and put on a pair of pointed black stiletto heels about three inches high. Now I had worn heels before but nothing like this. My knees felt welded together, the dress showed off all my curves and I had to hold the dog and smoke at the same time. This time I emerged on stage alone as Sue had yet to appear. I waited until the model in front had turned before I set off. I felt my legs try to move and they just slowly glided forward. I found that I could only take small steps unlike before. The tightness was extreme. I tried to bounce along but the poodle was in no mood to play. Fortunately she had a lead so I put her down bending at the waist and knee as I did so. The poodle walked beside me and we made it back to the end of the stage again. I handed the poodle to the next girl before returning to the end again. I was alone, I smiled at how this felt so unreal. I should not be here and yet I was. When I realised that fact, I smiled widely and broadly knowing that I was pulling off a great deception. These people from all over Europe and America where paying to see me a man walk provocatively in a tight skirt and heels. No wonder I smiled. I smiled so much I laughed as I went off stage. Was I a man?

The show was going well and we would have several more outfits to wear. I loved each dress I tried on and never wanted to take them off. The dresser helped me out of each one and made some comments about how small my waist should be if I wanted to be a professional model.

"Mademoiselle, your waist could be a little smaller but otherwise you could be a wonderful model. You're tall and graceful, so graceful and you smile and laugh. That is so important to see the fire in your eyes and the light in your face as you move. So many girls act like mannequins on the stage. They look as though they are suffering whereas you are enjoying and savouring each moment," she said at some length as I let her undo the last dress.

"Do you really think so?" I asked pointing to the second dress that I had worn that day as my reward for helping out. I was delighted a Dior original all mine. I was in raptures.

Sue came over and spoke, "well that was fun, so much better than nursing."

"Yes it will be hard to go back to the British sector again after that," I agreed.

"You don't need too, you should stay here and model," the dresser interrupted. "My name is Sarah." We shook hands and then cuddled closely.

"Thank you Sarah for making this afternoon so delightful," I replied and then added, "what do you suggest we do? Go absent without leave from the British Army." I remembered my previous life and my desertion and shivered.

"We could resign our commissions easily we could be back here within the month and have a handsome pension to fall back on as we started our modelling careers," said Sue.

"British girls have fuller figures and we do need some, you should think about it. Here is the address of a modelling agency here in Paris," said Sarah handing me a piece of paper with the address and telephone number.

As we walked out the door to go back to our hotel, I noticed that Sue had a mischievous smile a mile wide.

"I guess you like stilettos," she said.

"Yes why?" I asked simply.

"Because you are still wearing them," she laughed. In our rush to leave I hadn't changed my shoes and they felt so good. I had never experienced walking in something so high and elegant before. We joked and laughed carrying our dresses and roses as we made the short walk back to our hotel. Some workers whistled as we clicked our heels on the footpath. I was enjoying every minute.

We reached the sanctuary of our bedroom and collapsed in a heap laughing and giggling. Sue and I kissed and cuddled before she suddenly became very serious. I stopped laughing too and eased my head onto my hand and looked into her eyes.

"Sarah is right we could make good models, let's face it working as a nurse is not something we want to do for ever, is it?"

"No I only live for coming here on leave. It would be good to live here full time," I replied smiling and kissed her on the nose.

"You would have to make some sacrifices though," she added.

"Like what?" I said wiping my lipstick mark from her nose before she was mistaken for a clown.

"Well you would need to pull in that waist with a tighter corset and lose some weight," she replied.

"That wouldn't be too hard."

"Oh yes it will. Have you ever worn a corset?"

"Yes this girdle is cutting me in two," I countered.

"If you think a girdle is bad, a corset is ten times worse," she smiled. "Don't worry about that now, show me your new dress."

I quickly stripped off my clothing and opened up the box with the tight dress. As I stood and was about to step inside the dress, Sue brought me crashing back to reality by her comments.

"Yes you do need a smaller waist, at the moment you don't have one small enough."

"Oh Sue, I am happy the way I am, who needs to wear a corset?"

"You do Angela, you heard Sarah, she said you would have to get a better figure and hour glass figures are in vogue again. Come on put that dress on and lets go," she said standing in front of the mirror reapplying her lipstick.

"I thought we could just relax and make love," I sighed. I knew better Sue was up to something.

"Not until later, we have just enough time to visit a little shop I noticed on the way here."

Ten minutes later I found myself in a small cramped shop full of satin, and cotton materials. In the back was a collection of beautiful corsets of all different shapes and colours.

Sue with her usual fluid French began the conversation and within 15 minutes, I was measured for a corset. We left paying the corsetiere a small deposit and were told to call back a two days later. We left to go on a stroll down by the banks of the Seine. We looked in all the second hand stalls for some fashion magazines and we picked up some of older Paris Match issues we hadn't seen.

We stopped at a corner restaurant and had a cup of coffee inside before returning back towards the hotel. The weather had turned colder and I felt the chill permeate my stockings onto my shaved legs. I shivered as I went out the door as a gust of wind tore down the street. We hurried back unhappy at the change in the weather and quickly went back to our warm and extremely comfortable room.

The hotel was one that was used a lot by British servicemen and women on leave in Paris. There were a few nurses from the British sector of occupied Germany and several high ranking soldiers who looked like they were enjoying the spoils of peace.

We decided that to venture outside for dinner did not make much sense and we arranged to have our dinner in the hotel restaurant. It was there that we spotted two rather charming army captains in a corner of the restaurant.

With Sue always in my bed I had never bothered much with men, but there was something familiar about the two men that somehow I couldn't put my finger on. Then I noticed one put a hand across the table and stroke the cheek of the other. They were homosexual and openly defying the army authorities. Or so it seemed.

"Don't you remember those two, they were officers we treated in Scotland just after the D-Day Landings," Sue said breaking my stare, "seems like they made a good recovery." Just then one caught me looking and waved. He got up and came over.

"Do you mind if I buy you two angels a drink?" He asked and then continued. "I never forget a face and you two helped save my life back in Scotland in 1944. I always vowed I would repay the girls who nursed me back to health but I was never able to do it. What will it be and will you join us?"

"No I don't..." I was about to say more but Sue interrupted as usual.

"That would be wonderful, this is Angela and I am Sue and yes we remember you both," said Sue taking the wind out my sails.

"Pleased to meet you both," said the Captain smiling, "my name's Jim and the other guy his name is eh Jim too."

We shook hands before both men helped us into our new seats. We sat down and I crossed my legs. Although we knew they were homosexual I felt comfortable in their company. I had after all started my career in dresses with homosexual men.

We chatted about the old days in Scotland and we found that both men were career soldiers now. Having decided that they both loved the life so much to go back to civvy street. They were charming men, full of jokes and good manners. They stood like officers and gentlemen as we departed to the ladies and stood again when we returned. That training was obviously courtesy of some old school. In the ladies, we talked Sue and I.

"They seem perfect gentlemen, don't they? It's a pity that they're gay," said Sue.

"I think they like both men and women," I replied.

"Really how do you know?"

"Just a feeling, the Jim next to you keeps looking at you," I said smiling.

"Yours seems stuck on you too," she replied.

"Oh god no I can't let him get too far, if he discovered me I would be court-martialled for sure," I replied.

"It will be up to you to make sure he doesn't."

"Why don't we just thank them and go back to the room citing the time of the month," I laughed.

"It might be yours but it certainly isn't mine," she smiled back.

"All right then," I said, "that's my excuse."

"That excuse is the best a lady can have when she doesn't want sex," she smiled making a red cute bow on her lips. I did the same and we kissed each other hard. "You know I love you Angela. Don't ever doubt that, but sometimes a little variety can help."

"How?"

"Well if I go to bed with Jim tonight, I don't want you to feel guilty or unhappy. I just want to give him a reward for being a nice guy. Most men I know are pricks but he isn't."

"If you go to bed with Jim what about me? I mean I can't exactly hang around outside in the corridor can I?"

"No but you can keep his pal company while we are gone. You might think I am crazy but I am in the fertile part of my cycle and I want a baby for us to look after. This could be our chance."

"A baby are you mad what about your modelling career?"

"If I help you I won't need to be a model, you can make enough money for both of us, you can be the mummy and the daddy," she said looking serious.

"You really want a baby, why did you neuter me if you wanted that?" I cried.

"The feelings have only started in the last few months and I regret what happened to you but you must agree it was necessary," she said holding me and massaging my breasts.

"Oh Sue, it will still be our baby, he won't need to know will he?" I asked tears running down my pink rosy cheeks.

"No Angela this is just a means to an end. We will always be together," she smiled.

We went back in and sat down. We chatted about the old days during the war again and the men brought us up to date on their army careers while we did the same. We were enjoying each other's company and the clock raced round. They paid for the meal and the drinks like gentlemen and we agreed to their next suggestion when we heard the dance music start up in the ballroom next door.

We had several dances Sue with her Jim. He was tall dark and handsome, I know it sounds corny but he was tall at over six feet two, handsome with dark hair, square jaw and a moustache. His uniform looked good on his broad shoulders. My Jim was about my height or least he would have been had I not been wearing heels. I looked over his head to see a receding hairline. He must have been about 35, clean shaven and was every inch an officer and a gentleman.

Anyway as the night wore on Sue managed to prise her Jim away up to our room and I was left with the other Jim. He didn't seem all that interested in me, which was just as well because I wasn't all that interested in him. We chatted mainly about what they had done during the war and afterwards. How long they had taken to recover from their injuries and we talked about the life at the hospital in Scotland. He talked with great affection about Archie. I could guess why.

We danced a few dances but it was obvious his heart wasn't in it and he was just keeping me company while Jim and Sue made love above us. He disappeared off to the toilet and I was approached by a French Navy Lieutenant.

"Mademoiselle would you permit me to sit with such a charming lady?" He asked. He was tall and fair with a freckled face. His dark uniform contrasting with his features.

I nodded and he sat beside me. I pretended to seem interested and he started to talk in fluent French so quickly that I could not understand what he was saying. I stopped him in his tracks by saying, "I dinnae understand a word yer saying."

"You are English?" He asked.

"No Scottish," I said, "I thought a Frenchman would know not to call a Scot English."

"Pardonnez moi," he replied.

At that point, my Jim turned up and sat back down apparently relieved that Marcel was keeping me occupied. Pretty soon Marcel asked me to dance and he was a much better dancer than Jim proved to be. We danced four straight big band numbers in a row and I was wilting in the heat when he showed me back to my table. Jim had disappeared leaving a note that he had gone back to his room.

Marcel took my hand and kissed it sweetly.

"Angela would you permit me to show you around my beautiful city tomorrow?" He asked wiping his brow with a handkerchief. He offered a second to me and I swiftly accepted it.

"I am not sure whether I can, I have to see a modelling agency tomorrow about a job."

"You are a model? You look pretty enough," he said flattering my ego.

"Well not yet, I'm a nurse in the British sector in Germany," I replied.

"Your dress looks divine, you will make a great model here in Paris," he countered smiling.

"Thank you Marcel," I replied.

The conversation was cut short when Sue arrived looking rather sad. She sat down beside me and whispered to me that her plan had backfired when Jim had not managed to be the man he looked.

I whispered back, "what about Marcel? He wants me but you can have him

instead." The band music drowning out any chance Marcel had of hearing me

"He is rather cute," she said looking at him and she rose up in time for the start of a slow number and pulled his unresisting hand. He rose easily and shrugged his shoulders at me. I could see his smile and I laughed and shook my head from side to side at his predicament. My long earrings struck the side of my neck delightfully. The music played and the lights dimmed down. They looked just right, her face nuzzling his shoulder. He was enjoying his night and Sue arched her neck as she received the first of many kisses. He in turn was with two British girls who seemed to care about him.

Of course that just happened to be the last dance and we all headed back to our bedroom. Marcel in tow between us laughing and joking. Little did he know that he was only there for a reason. As we walked I hoped rather forlornly that Sue would ditch her crazy idea of getting pregnant.

"He is ideal, look at him, aristocratic features and so handsome, not hairy and definitely what I am looking for," she smiled in my ear as we whispered in the room as he visited the bathroom. "He will do, that's for sure," she said and she stripped off her dress to reveal the sexy corset underneath holding up her stockings. I turned and she unzipped me and I joined her on the bed. Unlike her my panties were staying firmly in place to hold my sanitary towel.

Marcel looked at us both and smiled wearing his shorts and a silk vest that surprised us both. He was also hairless on his legs and chest.

"You girls look wonderful, I feel like I have gone to heaven aleady," he said in his lazy French accent looking straight at us. His penis was bulging and mine would have done too had I had not been taking the hormones for so long. He kneeled on the end of the bed and squeezed in between us. I helped guide his tool into Sue's opening and as they made love I joined in.

Marcel screwed Sue that night and I was not left out. My faked period wasn't much of a deterrent as he tried to penetrate my other two openings. I was able to persuade him otherwise. The result of course was that Marcel was infatuated with both of us. It would be tough to get this loveable Frenchman out of our lives easily. We all fell asleep Marcel to one side and Sue and I huddled together as usual.

When I awoke the next morning, I felt a hand where it shouldn't be and I traced it back to its owner. It was Marcel he obviously put his long arms over Sue and had found my panties. Undeterred he had slipped his hand in and hadn't thought to remove it. His hand was circling my small cock.

I carefully removed it and placed it back over Sue and got up to use the bathroom. On my return I found Marcel had moved and was between me and Sue.

"A girl with a little extra," whispered Marcel in my ear. "I like it very much."

I was tired but decided to talk back. "You are not too disappointed?" I asked.

"No it doesn't disappoint, I knew there was something different about you and it is delightful, a man who looks like a woman. That is different and delightful," he said. "Can't I interest you in a little play with me."

"No Marcel, Sue will be furious."

"No I won't" She said opening an eye slightly. "Go right ahead you two."

Then we made love, often in the past lovemaking with a man had been brutal and unforgiving, Marcel reacted correctly towards me and treated me like a lady. I was filled and massaged with such tender love from him. I could feel him penetrate my rear and yet he did it with style and with grace. He came inside me but it wasn't over until I came violently a little later. All the time Sue used her hand to hold up her head smiling as I let myself go with a man for the first time in nearly 7 years. We fell back asleep and it was three tired adults who awoke the next morning.

We breakfasted and then decided that Marcel could show us his Paris. He showed us where he spent his childhood next to the Seine and we were able to keep our appointment with the agency later.

After gaining a couple of small modelling jobs, we walked back along past the Eiffel Tower towards the hotel when he told us that he had to leave right that minute.

"Ladies, it has been so much fun, you have made my last day in Paris, so good," he said. "I will never forget you both." He kissed our hands and saluted us both. We returned the salute despite our obvious lack of uniforms.

"Where are you going?" I asked after him.

"Back to duty," he shouted.

"Where?"

"Vietnam. I sail tonight for the Far East," he shouted louder. "Farewell ladies."

"When will you be back?" Sue shouted.

"Six months or more," he cupped his hand over his mouth to enable us to hear. "I love you both."

With that he was gone as he turned a corner in the street. We looked at each other and held hands.

"Oh well," said Sue.

"Oh well, what?"

"Just oh well, he would have made a nice father. I am sure."

"How?"

"I don't know Angela, I just have a funny feeling we won't see him again," said Sue with uncanny foresight.

Sue though was unaware why it would be the last time we would see him alive. In Vietnam he wrote to us regularly and then suddenly when Sue was six months pregnant, the letters just stopped. We learned later that he had died in a freak diving accident. His body was buried at sea and his only legacy was that his seed had spawned the baby inside Sue. Our baby.

To be continued

 

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