Mare’s Tales                  by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 26

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

The villagers were a little nonplussed by the events but none questioned the nature of their conceptions for they remained ignorant of our personal affairs. We had to be circumspect about their sensibilities however and only Dot or I pushed the babies around in the buggies whilst Jacky’s foal was kept at the hall.

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

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

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

That summer found Jane, Margaret, myself and our older children wandering about the south coast seeking a suitable craft. Eventually we found what we wanted, a very large steel yacht with ample deck space and lot’s of scope for conversion. By late autumn we had developed and honed our skills and we were ready for my dream voyage. The boat was modified and strengthened to accommodate the centaur’s needs. The centaurs raised quite a few eyebrows amongst the yachting fraternity when they visited but once aboard the yacht and at sea we had all the privacy we needed. The centaurs had decided that they would not want to come with us on all the legs of the voyage for their strange condition would cause too many problems in countries where human rights were not properly respected. They would however, accompany us on the legs between more liberal countries and then join us by plane at other countries. The voyage was not going to be intended as a test of endurance. We simply wanted to enjoy ourselves.

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

Jane, Margaret and I stood four-hour watches, but when the centaurs accompanied us they joined us as extra lookouts. I had Veronica as my watch partner while Margaret had Jenny and Jane had developed a close relationship with Cynthia.

When not on watch we simply shared our large special bunks with our watch mates while Jacqueline simply split her time between the three of us couples as and when she felt like it. She also took charge of the catering and organised the older children in shipboard routine and lessons. Dot cared for the younger children and supervised the daily cleaning routines.

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

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

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

In the off-watch periods Vee and Dot ran up a rather clever sleeping garment to circumvent the problems of constant stimulation. They made a clever teddy-cum- nighty arrangement from Lycra. The lower part fitted fairly generously around her lower flanks and allowed her front and rear legs complete freedom of movement. The upper bodice fitted her torso fairly snugly and gave her a sensuous feeling as the soft Lycra cups gently massaged her breasts whilst they supported them. They worked out that if I slid down into the lower loose fitting portion I was then held gently against her pony tummy while my waist was squeezed against her girl pussy and her forelegs could be wrapped around my waist. This prevented me from riding up along her tummy so that my cock couldn’t approach her girl-pussy. My breasts then pressed gently against her human waist whilst my face ended up level with her cleavage. This way I slept curled around her front while she lay on her side with my lips occasionally sampling the delights of her soft pink nipples. I was then held firmly against her while the soft clingy Lycra caressed my bum. Thus we slept, bonded together safe and comfortable while the yacht pitched and rolled to the sea. Our habit of sleeping like this however led us to an embarrassing event one evening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It’s not funny!" I admonished her.

She reached over the children and gently stroked my neck.

"It is." she countered.

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

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

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

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

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

The instruments soon lost his interest he turned to me. Biting his lip he took the plunge.

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

"What d’you mean darling?" I replied.

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

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

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

He frowned as he spoke slowly.

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

"No." I reassured him softly.

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

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

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

"Yes love. Go on." I prompted.

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

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

He paused again nervously.

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

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

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

"Playing what?" I inquired gently but nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What you saw in the bed last night was mummy’s penis. You see, I am a very special mummy because I am your daddy as well. Years ago, when I was only a little older than you are now, Aunty Margaret discovered that I was both a boy and girl at the same time.

She learned that I could both give and have babies but they had to do some operations on me to make it easier for me to have my babies. I was very lucky because not long after that I had Jeanette and you together as twins. The nice thing was that I had made my own twins but the sad thing was that I was too young to keep you so Granny Mary and Grandpa Jack brought you up until I was old enough to look after you. Another nice thing is that I am also Susan’s daddy so that’s why we brought you up together. You are brothers and sisters."

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

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

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

"Do you really wish that?" I smiled.

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

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

"Can I mummy? Can I really?"

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

"If you really want to darling. Yes."

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

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

Happily he nodded his head and slipped off my knee to follow Veronica’s rump and swishing tail into the galley. I was left to ponder the conversation I had just shared and I chewed thoughtfully on my breakfast. Veronica returned shortly and sat beside me as she wolfed down the huge breakfast she had prepared for herself. I watched the huge portions disappear and smiled to myself.

‘Vee was not afflicted of sea-sickness, that was for certain’.

She caught me smiling and looked at me quizzically as she patted her breasts.

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

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

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

"I’m rather hurt that someone should take it without asking and not return it." Complained Jane.

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

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

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

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

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

His theft of the teddy only confirmed the strength of his needs. The time had come for him to make that crucial decision.

I gently replaced the duvet and motioned everybody silently out of the cabin. Once in the main saloon again we discussed these developments.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And he’s definitely a transvestite?" Demanded Jacky.

"Yes. Quite definitely." I confirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I- I- f- found it mummy." He stammered nervously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sobbed softly and hugged me again before answering.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She paused again before rooting through her stocking drawer.

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

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

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

Jane smiled as she revealed its’ origins.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh mummy. It’s got straps."

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

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

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

Bernard blushed slightly as he turned modestly and let the pink one slip into a crumpled heap on the floor. I made him fold it up before placing it in the laundry basket. It was best to start him into good habits.

He then disappeared into the bathroom and I changed out of my nighty into my own body shaper. I then slid some stockings over my thighs and brushed my hair while I awaited his return.

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

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

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

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

He gently placed his arms around my neck and kissed me.

Suddenly Veronica barged in unexpectedly and I struggled to extricate myself from Bernard’s embrace. He however, kept his arms tight around my neck and held his lips hard against my cheek. Veronica started to apologise and attempted to wheel round in the confines of the cabin. Her equine bulk precluded this without Bernard and I making room so she was forced to wait patiently whilst trying not to look. I caught her eye and shrugged my shoulders to indicate that it was Bernard who wouldn’t let go. Vee realised this and accepted that Bernard wasn’t the least bit embarrassed at having been discovered in his body shaper. Vee put her arms around both of us and gently hugged us both.

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

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

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

 

 

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