The Moral Is, Do Not Gamble!         by Sara Rêver Éveillé & Bethany Jacques

 

Chapter One

I had been gambling and losing too much for too long, and now I had heard on the local grapevine that Peter Jones a local bookmaker who I owed £10,000 was after calling in the debt. The problem was of course that I didn't have anyway of paying him, and so I decided to do a runner.

My older sister Kate lived in London and we had always been close, so I asked if I could move in with her for a few weeks. Kate, is a photographic model, and lives alone in a two bedroom flat in Fulham. She is 27 years old and is now a beautiful young woman, and I had always been surprised that she had never got married. I did not tell her the real reason I needed to stay with her, because that would cause her pain, so I just said it was because I needed to get away from home and look for work.

Then after just the first few days whilst I was out, Kate answered the doorbell to find a thug on the doorstep asking for me, I later assumed to be one of Peter Jones's henchmen. I don't know how she sensed trouble but she told him I wasn't staying there, I suppose it must have been her feminine intuition, but it was a good move on her behalf. It took a little while for him to go and she thought she saw him hanging around outside later on which worried her even more.

She asked me later who he was and why such a bad character seemed to be so desperate to find me. It was at this point that decided to tell the truth and I told her the story of my gambling debts and Peter Jones.

"Well this simply can't go on, can it" she said sternly. I had always been in awe of Kate and she had bossed me around from an early age. "What if they come back and wont take no for an answer this time?"

"I know, I know. I have been stupid," I said guiltily, "perhaps I should go."

"Where to? You forget that why you're here now isn't it, you have nowhere else to go?" she said getting frustrated with me. "Well I cant afford to bail you out, and you cant afford to be here if those goons ever come back, so we need to find a solution, and quick."

Later that evening Kate came into my bedroom, I was listening to van Morrison on my personal CD player. I saw here mouth something, so I switched Van off and sat up.

"I've been thinking," she said, "and I believe I may have come up with the perfect solution, to your," she corrected herself "I mean our problem." She sat on my bed.

"Can you remember when we were young, how sometimes we would play 'dress up' games?" Kate asked.

"Vaguely" I answered slightly puzzled.

"Well, I used to dress you up as the sister I always wanted, and to be honest you really did make quite good as a girl" I held my breath as she said it, I knew know where she was heading. "Why don't we see if you can become my sister again for a while, that way you can stay here and not worry about being found by 'The Jones gang', they are looking for my brother not my sister, what do you think?"

I thought for a few seconds and said, "I think your crazy, Kate. How on earth do you think I can pass myself off as your sister?"

"Well look at you," she said, "you're not exactly Mr Universe are you? In fact you're a bit of a wimp" I was shocked. "I don't think you could grow facial hair if you tried, could you?" she was right. I was 22 years old but only shaved about once a week, and that was just a light covering of blonde bum fluff.

"OK, so I am, not muscular nor hairy, but that does not make me look like a girl." I protested.

"This its only a suggestion, it is your choice, but can you think of better solution?" she stood up to leave. "Think about it, but be quick, you never know when another knock on the door will come." She left the room and I returned to 'Van the man', with my mind in turmoil.

An hour later I found Kate sat watching the late film whilst painting her nails, she seemed to spend forever looking after her appearance. I sat down on the chair opposite her and watched as she skilfully stroked the thick scarlet liquid onto her toenails.

"Perhaps you have a point," I said after a few minutes. "I don't have many options do I?" she did not look up, but kept on carefully applying the nail polish.

"So what are you saying, Ray?" she asked.

"I think I'm saying," I took a deep breath "I am saying that perhaps we could see if your idea is feasible." she placed the brush back into the bottle and put it down on the table.

"I don't want you saying that it is me wanting you to do this, it has got to be something you want to do," she said looking at me. "Do you understand?" Kate looked lovely she was wearing a wrap over skirt which showed off her long tanned legs that she had resting on the coffee table. I conceded and nodded my understanding. "Then tell me what it is you want, from me." She was really being very pedantic about this and wanted me to totally capitulate my position. Once again I took a deep breath, but averted my eyes from her piercing gaze.

"Kate, will you help to turn me into a girl, your sister?" I muttered in an embarrassed tone.

"Of course, I will," she answered "it will be my pleasure." She seemed to be overjoyed with the situation.

-oOo-

We agreed that it was not safe for Ray to be seen again outside the flat, as they would probably be watching. It was therefore necessary to make me look a feminine as possible straight away. Kate said that she could do something with my long straggly hair to make it look a little more 'girlish', so she told me to go and wash it whilst she got the scissors and curling tongs.

I returned after approximately fifteen minutes with my hair-soaking wet but freshly washed and conditioned. Kate sat me at the kitchen table and set to work. My hair had been quite long for some months ever since I started to get short of money; haircuts had been a luxury I couldn't afford.

I could not see what she was doing but felt Kate pulling and snipping at my long strands of hair. Gradually as it dried and she moved onto different sections I could catch the odd glimpse of a curl here and there as it hung over my face. It was some time before she finally stopped and looked back in satisfaction.

"Let me see?" I said trying to stand up.

"Not yet, I want to do a little more before you have a look." Kate could be quite bossy and was taking charge of the situation. I watched as she opened a small zipped bag and took out a pair of tweezers. "I am going to pluck your eyebrows, this will hurt a little, so be brave."

The pain was worse than I had imagined it to be, and it seemed to take her ages to select and pull out the hairs. I couldn't stop the tears forming and they welled up in my eyes, Kate had to stop several times for me to wipe them away. Finally she ceased the torturing and put the tweezers down. Without letting me get up she said.

"A little makeup and then you can see yourself." She took some cosmetics from another bag and as she applied them she told me what they were. "Light foundation, concealer blusher, eyeliner and shadow," I knew the last two as she did them as mascara and lipstick. She put the last item down and proudly stood back.

"OK, that's it, you can look now." she pronounced.

I went through to the large mirror over the fireplace in the lounge. The reflection amazed me; I had changed virtually beyond recognition. My hair was much fuller and hung in loose curls, but it was my features which looked so different. My eyes looked much bigger and bluer, my cheekbones appeared more pronounced and my skin was much smoother and less 'blotchy' as it had been previously.

"So what do you think?" Kate asked from the doorway.

"Its amazing, I do look like a girl, totally different I would never have believed it!" I said continuing to look at myself and surprising myself at how much I liked my appearance.

"Good I'm glad you approve. Now tomorrow morning I want you to massage this depilatory cream your legs, and torso to remove all your unsightly feminine hairs." She handed me a huge tube of the cream. "I don't want to have to do your hair again in the morning so please keep it dry. Wash your makeup off tonight with this," she handed me another bottle. "And don't forget to moisturise your skin afterwards. Now off you go to bed and get your beauty sleep." She half laughed as she said those words.

-oOo-

 

Chapter Two

I slept pretty well through the night, after tossing and turning for over an hour to begin with. I woke up after 8, to find Kate all ready to go to work. She looked seriously at me, and spoke quickly.

"Ben. Sorry, would have woken you earlier but I'm in a hurry myself, and you need your sleep after what you have been through. I've got to go, I'm out all day so you need to make best use of the time. STAY INSIDE, do the body cream this morning, it's on the bathroom shelf. I will try to ring about lunchtime, just after 12 maybe. Otherwise don't answer the phone. OK? Sorry, I got to go."

I got up, still rather worried by what Kate and I had decided. But I was even more worried by the thought of Peter Jones, Bookmaker, and what he could have done to me. I did dress but then, in the bathroom, found the cream Kate had left. I read the instructions on the pack carefully, then stripped and stood in the shower cubicle to spread it all over me. It said on the pack it was strong stuff so I was careful with it, didn't get any on my face and spread it round but not over my 'private' hair, then I just stood there for the required three minutes peering to see the clock in the hall. It was beginning to sting a little, I was ready on the second to start the shower and rinse it off. I knew to be thorough there, and had spent quite some time thoroughly rinsing.

I got out of the shower and dried, then started to move back to the bedroom I was in. And as soon as I started walking I felt the difference! As my thighs rubbed together they felt so smooth. I had never been particularly hairy but now, this was different, I slid my hands over my totally smooth body, it felt nice. And my face, I had smeared cream over my chin and round it, that felt better than any shave I had ever had.

I slid on jeans and T-shirt, socks and shoes, it all felt different as the clothes just slipped effortlessly over my skin. I didn't know what to do then, at a bit of a loss so I started looking at some of the magazines Kate had in the lounge, looking at the make-up tips and so on, I knew I was going to have to do something about that myself maybe. And the clothes sections, not so much the high fashion but the bits about tops and separates and bras and tights and shoes and so on, I wasn't at all interested to start with but soon found myself looking carefully at pictures and hints about clothes and looking good.

I was interrupted three times by the phone. The first was just after 10, when a rather rude-sounding voice came from the answerphone speaker, asking if Kate was in and then hanging up. I don't really know but I think that may have been one of the men who had called the day before, looking for me. The second was half an hour later.

"Hi Kate, Dave here. Just got your message, sorry you can't make it tonight. How about tomorrow? Maybe to that pizza place by the river and a drink after? Call me, bye."

I didn't know a 'Dave' but then why would I? Maybe a boyfriend, maybe someone who wanted to be a boyfriend? I didn't know. And then, just after 12, Kate called.

"Ben. Pick up the phone please, I hope you are in." I did.

"Hi Kate"

"Hi, how are you getting on? Did you do the cream? What is it like?"

"It seems to have worked very well, Kate. My skin is very smooth now."

"Good. Oh, any messages for me? Did you hear anything coming through?" I told her about the gruff-sounding voice, then about Dave's call.

"Right, at least he won't be coming round tonight. I'll sort tomorrow later. Now, Ben, have you tried to do the makeup yourself yet?" I hadn't realised she wanted me to try, and had been hesitant about going into her room and seeing her private things, and said so.

"Oh, Ben, don't worry, go in and look at the stuff on my dresser, see if you can do something like we did last night. And clothes too. In YOUR room, the one you are in, look in the big brown wardrobe. There's lots of stuff in there which Melissa left. She was my flatmate, left to go to the States about a month ago. She suddenly landed a good job in LA, and won't be back for a while. If ever. She rang to cancel the tenancy and to say I should give her stuff to a charity shop. She's bigger than me, you would never get into my size 8s! And she has quite big feet so even the shoes might fit. I just threw all her things in there, have a look, try some ladies jeans and a sweater. And a bra maybe, try padding it or something, we may have a go at that later."

Kate could talk when she got going! I did manage to interrupt her, said I was a bit worried the thugs who had been after me might come back.

"Don't worry there, Ben. They will never get in that door, not through all the chains, Melissa was very security conscious, made me put them on. Hang on, I forgot. When you said Peter Jones it didn't click. Then I remembered, I used to go to school with his daughter. Jessica, do you remember her, big girl, very nice, you must have seen her when she came round to our house a few times."

I said I thought I did but was not sure.

"Anyway Ben, I've still got her number in my book. I rang her and we had a good natter about old times." I bet she did, probably spent half the morning gossiping.

"I explained, said that I had heard about your problem, I didn't say I had seen you. She is going to have a word with her Dad, try to calm him down. Give you time to pay, or maybe make some other arrangements."

"Great, Kate, so I don't need to dress up. Thanks!" I felt relieved, but a little sorry. I had begun to get used to the idea.

"Hang on, Ben. Not yet. She said she may not be able to get hold of her Dad yet, he sometimes goes off early Friday for a weekend with mates. So she may not be able to see him until Monday. I am sure she will sort something, she always could wrap him round her little finger. So we had better go ahead this weekend in case. OK?" I tried to sound sorry as I agreed with her.

"Got to go now, Ben. I may be able to get away early, should be back about 5. STAY IN, try the clothes. Bye."

I put the phone down and thought for a minute, then went into 'my' room and opened the big wardrobe. There was a fair amount in there, rather thrown in, not at all sorted. I got some stuff out and spread it over the bed, then stripped.

I did find a pair of jeans and pulled them on, they really did feel smooth. And a thin black sweater in a silky material. I looked in the mirror. Without the makeup this was not going to work. I undressed again and put on a big woolly dressing gown to keep warm, then I was going to go to Kate's room when I saw a large bag at the bottom of the wardrobe. I recognised it from the magazines, it was an up-market make-up kit Melissa must have bought. But was it full?

I pulled it out and opened it. There were a few tubes and bottles missing but most were there and full or nearly. I spread a few on the table by the bed. I fetched a couple of magazines, spread them out so I could see the pictures and the 'Easy steps to looking beautiful' and so on.

I was always good at following instructions and, remembering what Kate had shown me the previous night and with the magazines to help, I carefully and slowly 'made up' my face. Maybe I was a little too heavy with the mascara, I was not too sure about that but I didn't want to spoil it by trying to remove it. The eye-shadow and blusher I was really pleased with though, purple shadow fading to pink under my eyebrows, and just the right amount of blusher, it felt good applying it. Then 'Egyptian Rose' lipstick, quite a bright red but not too bright. I smiled when I realised, it was a 'Kissable' brand.

The box also held nail varnishes, I thought of trying them but I noticed at the back Melissa had kept some 'false nails' in there too. Several colours and lengths, she was obviously into this sort of thing. I found one unopened pack, labelled 'Long, Clear' and opened it.

They were 'Long', not 'Very Long' or 'Extra long' like some of the other packs, I thought they might be about right. The packs included stickers or glue, I decided the glue would be best and spent some time sorting the nails in the pack, there were about 20, to find ten to fit over mine, then stuck them on. It was as I added the ninth that I realised, this was Superglue I was using, these would be very difficult to take off. But it was too late by then. I finished the job, then spent several minutes coating them wit 'Egyptian Rose' varnish. I was surprised how much I enjoyed doing that, and also how long it took for them to dry.

As I waited I looked at the jeans and sweater on the bed, then decided to look again in the wardrobe. I found several nicer sweaters, one ribbed white one caught my eye. And a mini-skirt, it really took my fancy, short and black leather, and almost new I thought. But first undies, I should find some underwear. I found it all together in a box at the back. Not many items but enough, and obviously clean and of a very good quality, I recognised some of the labels from the magazines.

I took off the dressing gown and pulled on a pair of black panties, pulling then tight and trying to 'tuck' myself between my legs go as not to cause a bulge. I have to admit, I was bulging a little, the silky panties did feel good but I managed to do the job well, I thought. I put on a black bra, this one fastened at the front between the 'tits' and it was wired and shaped, it had built in 'inserts'. I judged that maybe Melissa was not too big in that department and used a little 'help'. But it was fine by me.

I also found some tights. Just one pair. I thought of going to bee what Kate had in her room but decided not to. These were ordinary supermarket brand, One Size, 'Barely Black'. Realising I would have to be careful with my nails I slid them on very gently indeed, and was totally thrilled, they felt so smooth sliding up my legs, it was gorgeous. I had to sit for a while and calm down, my 'excitement' would show!

And while I was sitting I got out the shoes. These were in a bit of a mess in another box, I sorted out six pairs, they were one size smaller than mine. For a woman, Melissa really did have big feet. And out of all of them only three pairs would fit well enough, a pair of black ankle boots in PVC, white trainers which were a bit grubby, and black stilettos with about 4" heels.

I knew Kate often wore shoes like this but that was to look good for her job. But these would have to do me. In a few minutes I pulled on the sweater, taking care not to spoil my makeup, stepped into the skirt which really fitted me like a glove, and put the shoes on.

I walked across the room and out into the kitchen, I felt incredible. I wasn't sure what Kate would say, I had not really stuck to her 'jeans' orders, but I did feel good. A mauve blazer-type jacket, still in its dry-cleaning bag, caught my eye, I slipped it on, it matched my eye shadow !

I rummaged round again and found just one pair of clip-on earrings, gold hemispheres which sort-of matched the buttons on the jacket, and two gold dress rings. I went into Kate's room to look in the tall mirror there.

I was again totally and absolutely thrilled. I really did look female. I spent quite some time posing, turning, looking at the general shape, trying to stay calm but really extremely excited that as a woman I could look so convincing. I practised walking, really the shoes didn't give me any problems and showed off a very attractive pair of legs!

As I sat in the kitchen, my legs crossed, adding another coat to my nail varnish, thinking how she would react, I didn't notice the time until just before 5. I heard the door lock click and turned round, just for a moment worried who it might be. But it was Kate, she looked across at me. In a calm quiet voice which I hope sounded effective, I asked her.

"Well, Kate, what do you think?"

 

 

Chapter 3

Silently Kate walked over and took off her coat and handbag, and placed them on the chair opposite me. Then she took my hands and lifted them in a gesture designed to make me stand up. She then let go of my hands and stood back, and looked me up and down. Another gesture with her finger asked my to do a twirl, I was happy to oblige.

"You look," I waited with baited breath for her words "you look absolutely," again she paused, this was torture "absolutely amazing." my relief was immense.

"I am staggered Ben, absolutely staggered. I would never have believed that you would actually go for this, but you have and you look terrific!" she was still gazing at me with incredulity. "How do you feel?" she added.

"To be honest Kate, I kind of like it. I know that sounds odd, like I'm some sort of pervert or something, but I never knew you girls had such fun with all this stuff." I spluttered out as I looked down at myself. "I love the feeling this skirt, gives me. Its nice not to be wearing tight jeans, the looseness and freedom to move, is really nice. I was kind of worried about the tights but they feel really silky and quite sensuous, and with these heels on well I have a great pair of legs, don't I?" I asked.

"I must admit, they are not bad, not bad at all, Ben." Kate said as she walked around me. Still admiring her brother in girl's clothes. "That skirt and top really fit you well."

"Would you mind if I stayed dressed like this all evening?" I asked.

"Mind! of course I don't mind. As far as I am concerned you can do whatever you like, just don't go trying on my clothes that's all, I don't want them ruined." Kate said as she finally sat down. "My god! Look at those nails!" she screamed, I thought she had noticed them already.

"I know, great aren't they, bit of a problem though. I cant get them off they are kind of stuck too hard." I said as I tried to pick one off.

"Be careful, Ben that glue needs a special solvent to get them off. If you pull too hard you could hurt yourself." Kate said with concern in her voice. "You have made quite a good job with the varnishing though, that's really quite a professional finish." She added this time with admiration in her voice.

"Well if you ask me nicely I'll do yours for you!" we both laughed, it was such a strange thing for a brother to say to his sister.

"I do have one problem, with you staying dressed that way," she said as she recovered her composure. I got a little concerned; I really didn't want to get changed back into my normal clothes.

"Oh. What?" I asked, a little sheepishly.

"I cannot keep looking at a girl but calling her Ben, a boys name. I'm going to christen you Beth, is that alright?" Kate asked. It was something that I had not been aware of and readily accepted, after all it was a nice name.

I began to make Kate and I something to eat, and found that standing around in the heels really made my feet sore, and I just had to kick them off.

"You're going to need some practice in those," Kate said as she watched me rubbing my feet.

"Well if your old schoolmate comes up trumps with her goon of a farther I might not need too." I replied as I returned to slicing the Tomatoes for the Tuna salad. I found it really difficult to be handle anything with dexterity whilst I had these long talons.

"Well as I said earlier, that may not be for a few days, and meanwhile your still in danger." Kate said as she took the knife from me to take over, finally getting fed up watching me having so much trouble.

After we had our meal, Kate went to her room and I went through to watch television. I sat on the sofa and pulled curled my legs up, I could not stop touching my legs and feeling the silky nylon that hugged them so tightly.

After a while Kate came in looking gorgeous. She had changed into a tight black see-through top under which you could see her black wonderbra. A tight black pair of leather trousers and black patent leather 4" heel boots.

"Are you going out?" I asked, which sounded pretty stupid as I said it, of course she was.

"I am soon, but I thought that you need a little bit of coaching on your mannerism's, you may look feminine now, but you don't walk and talk like a girl. So switch that telly off and come over here, but first of all put your heels back on." Kate instructed me.

I did, as I was told and squeezed my nylon clad toe into the stilettos once more, and teetered over to where Kate was standing.

"No, no, no," she bellowed as I did so. "You're walking like a man in heels. You must walk like a girl now, try to roll your hips a little more and glide rather than stride."

Over the next hour I must have walked half a mile, up and down the hallway, swaying and jiggling my hips until I had finally satisfied Kate that I had got it about right. We then moved onto how to hold my hands and cross my legs when sitting to 'preserve my modesty'. Finally Kate helped me tune my voice, such that it was a tone which was more femme than masculine. I was advised to practice the advice and instructions she had given whilst she was out, and if I ran out of things to do I could pack up all of Ben's possession's so she could 'store' them away, whilst Beth was 'in town'.

It took me an hour to bag up all of my clothes and 'tell tale' male belongings; my life now existed in three black bin liners, which seemed to be pretty dismal. For the whole time I tried to think feminine, and tried to keep my legs closed and not bending over and flashing my bottom etceteras. After that I practised applying my makeup again, particularly my eyeliner, shadow and mascara which I found to be the most troublesome, especially with these new long nails.

Later I went to Melissa's closet and searched through her stuff again. I was amazed that someone could just abandon his or her belongings. She had some really beautiful clothes, and some of them expensive designer labels. At the back of the closet tucked away behind some shoes I found a small locked case. I went through to the kitchen and took a knife and prized the lock open. I opened the lid to reveal a whole bunch of dildo's, in various shapes and sizes. There were also a couple of tubes of lubricating cream, and a couple of small 'jelly' filled bags, which I took to be falsies.

I heard Kate come in at around 11.30 I was still in my room but could tell that she had brought someone back with her. I heard a bit of giggling and muffled conversation, and decided that now was not a good time to show myself. It was some thirty minutes later that I needed to use the lavatory and opened my door to creep down the hallway.

As I passed the lounge on the way back I could just see through the crack in the door Kate had her back to me in just a pair of white satin bra and panties. She was kneeling between the legs of somebone who I couldn't see, but it was quite obvious what she was doing. I watched for a few minutes and found it so erotic that I had a raging hard on in my own panties. I went back to my room, and masturbated. I climaxed like I had never done previously, my body spasmed and I shot a bucket full of thick cum over myself. I had to go back down to the bathroom to clean myself up, and could not resist one last peek. I was gobsmacked to see Kate with another girl, they were both dressed and stood by the door kissing. The girl was tall like Kate and as there lips parted I could she she was strikingly pretty. I heard them making arrangements to see each other again, and realised that she was about to leave.

I dashed back into my room, just in time. I heard them kiss once more before the door opened and the girl left. I was confused, was Kate a lesbian? I had never suspected and I recalled that she had boyfiriends in the past, perhaps she was bisexual?

Either way, I didnt care, it had been an exhausting 24 hours and I fell wearily to sleep wearing a silky black negligee borrowed from Melissa.

The next morning I found a note on the kitchen table form Kate, explaining that she had already gone out, and that she would call me later and to be careful as usual. I went to the fridge to get some milk for my cornflakes and found that it had all gone, infact the fridge was pretty empty altogether. I suddenly felt guilty that I was expecting so much from my sister, and that was obviously messing up her routine. I sat with my head in my hands and my tummy rumbling, and decided that if Ben couldn't go shopping then it was up to Beth to do it. The thought of going outside dressed excited me and frightened me at the same time. Just a couple of days earlier I would never have believed that it was even concievable, yet now I was even relishing the concept.

I had a long hot shower and washed my hair and my long nails nearly scalped me, I was still far from used to them. Styling my hair the way, which Kate had done, was very difficult, and I really struggled with the curling tongs. However by the time I had finished I was more than satisfied with my efforts. The style was very girlish and I wouldn't be seen dead with my hair like this normally as Ben. My practising with Melissa's cosmetics became evident, as I soon transformed my face to Beth's face, and felt a glow of satisfaction with the sum total performance so far. Once again I was really looking more feminine than masculine.

My choice of clothes was going to be important, I did not want to 'stand out' nor did I want to look at all masculine. So from Melissa's closet I chose a calf length, summery flowered skirt, a cream silk blouse which had beautiful contrasting embroidery on it, and a pale blue mohair cardigan. From her underwear drawer I chose a pair of plain white cotton and lace panties, and matching bra. I also found a pair of nude lace topped hold ups which she had been hidden at the back of the drawer.

I fastened myself into the bra, and then took the falsies I had found and pushed them into the cups. The effect was surprising, I now had a much more 'natural' shape and the weight, helped my perception of having real titties. They did not look huge but they certainly stuck out a bit and as Ben I would have been pleased to find them.

Next I tucked myself into the panties, and then rolled the stockings up my legs. The sheer slightly glossy nylons felt delightful against my still hyper sensitive legs and I liked the feeling the elasticated tops produced. The blouse fitted me nicely and showed of my new shape perfectly, the skirt however was a little tight. By the time I had on a pair of low-heeled t-bar sandals and the fluffy cardigan, I felt very comfortable with my transformation. I also realised that I had managed far better with my long red nails and felt far more relaxed about them now, even managing to fasten a pearl necklace and a pair of earrings into my already pierced ears.

I was nearly ready for my first adventure outside finally I found a handbag and put in £25, a lipstick and my flat keys. It was early autumn but not yet weather for a coat, I opened the door and stepped outside, and checked that it had locked behind me before I set off down onto the street.

The first sensation that hit me was the cool breeze that caressed my legs, the thin material of the skirt and my nylons were far less insulating than my usual jeans. It felt like I was almost naked from the waist down, and not an unpleasant feeling at all. I concentrated on my wiggle and soon got into a rhythm, which Kate would have been proud to witness.

The first person I came across was an elderly lady walking her Pekinese dog under her arm! She looked at me and as we passed I mouthed a silent greeting at her, she smiled and walked by without a second glance. This built my confidence, and the next person I came too was a postman, who gave me more than a passing glance which I recognised as letchourous rather than amusement..

My confident feelings suddenly evaporated when I was suddenly horrified to see one of Jones's goons sat in a car, looking directly at me. He was only twenty feet away, and I had no option but to walk straight past him.

 

 

Chapter 4

'Courage, Ben' I thought, 'You can do this'. Then I thought again. OK. 'Courage, Bethany'. Maybe I needed to keep on thinking of myself as a girl, maybe that would help, I had to get away with this.

I just strolled, imagining myself to be no different from any other girl walking through the street in London, heading for the shops. My heart was beating very quickly but I concentrated my efforts, keep walking, swing the hips, don't look at him, don't trip in the heels, there was so much to think about.

For about 30 seconds as I walked past him, without looking, I was terrified of him saying anything. I got past him and was relieved to find I was just going to walk past a small local supermarket. I turned and just glimpsed past.

He gave me a wolf-whistle! Not loud, not showing off, I think if he had noticed I was about to turn he wouldn't have done. But he did! I scurried into the shop, just out of his sight, and stopped. And breathed deeply, just for a few moments.

"Hello there, miss, can I help you?"

I started and turned to see who was speaking. And then realised someone was talking to me. Miss! I looked again. The store was almost empty, this man, well, boy really at the counter, was wondering what I was after. I fumbled a reply, just managing to catch myself and moderate my voice. A strange first word in my 'new life'.

"Milk?"

"Yes miss, straight down there, on the left in the chiller. OK?"

The one customer in the shop had come to the till, the young man turned towards his cash register. I headed down the aisle and found the milk, then went back to collect a basket. I looked up, he smiled at me as I picked it up. Rather foolishly I held up the milk, to show I had got it, putting it in my basket.

'Fool, Bethany' I thought. 'Don't try to justify everything, just BE'

In the next few minutes I picked up a couple of other items I thought Kate could use. Before going back to the counter the 'feminine hygiene' display caught my eye. I picked up a small pack of tampons, maybe to convince the boy at the checkout about me. And then I saw the 'Hosiery' stand.

Melissa had not left much of a supply of tights, maybe she 'got through them' quickly. Anyway, I might be stuck like this for days, I should get some. I looked through the display, recognising some of the names from the magazines I had read.

There wasn't much choice of tights, I got one pair of black, one of a light tan, both labelled 'One Size' which I assumed would fit me. Surprisingly there were several pairs of stockings on display, I spent a few minutes looking through the packs.

I chose two, both black, which I rather liked the idea of. One were labelled '10 denier holdups' and the label said they had seams, the other were labelled 'fishnets'.

These I had heard of and I wanted to see what they were like. I was tempted by the small display of makeup I could see at the other side of the store, but decided I had done enough. I was really having fun, it was a nice feeling being seen as a girl, but I didn't want to overdo it.

At the little checkout I was rather disappointed. The boy I had seen earlier wasn't there, it was an older man, his father or uncle I guessed. But I didn't have a problem, without comment he just checked the items from my basket and put them in a small carrier. I offered him a tenner from my purse and smiled and said a quiet thank-you as he counted my change into my hand.

As I left the store - he was there, the boy I had seen, he had been sorting something near the door. As I approached he looked straight at me, with a smile he opened the door for me. I smiled back and left.

Outside the guy by the car was still there. Surely he could not suspect anything, I plucked up my courage and walked straight past him again and up to the door of the flats and in. I was trembling a little as I fumbled the key but - I was safe, for now. I unpacked the bag and set to a very late breakfast, then decided to investigate that wardrobe again. I was enchanted by the variety, the colours, the textures of all the clothes in there, much of it obviously of a good quality.

I spent half an hour having a good look, then decided what I wanted to try. I kept the same undies, but slid on - a really gorgeous sensuous feeling - the black holdups, they pulled them up as high as I could because - I wanted to see just what they looked like with a miniskirt. They felt, and looked I think, very good indeed, I just HAD to see what they were like with the high heels I had found the previous day. They really did seem to do something for my calves and legs and, without the cardigan, the blouse did pull tightly across by new 'breasts'. The phone rang!

My heart missed a beat. I waited to find out who it was - one of the bookie's thugs, one of Kate's friends, ...

"Ben, or Bethany, whoever, pick up please, I have a problem. PLEASE if you are there."

I rushed over and picked up the phone.

"Hi Kate, it's me, what's up?"

"Oh thank God, I thought you had maybe gone out or something! Look, I have a MAJOR problem. Really Ben, or Bethany, that's what I am on about. How do you feel, well, about going out, down the road? Could you do it?" I was just going to tell her I had already, then decided not to.

"Yes, I could, do YOU think I could? Why?"

"Well - Bethany, if you look as convincing as you did last night certainly. And if you keep your voice moderated. I am coming home early today, should be there in about an hour, maybe. But there is something I should have sorted this morning, it just can't wait. There is a post office down the road, just past the pub, could you take something down there for me? Is that do-able? Really, it is worth a lot to me." I had noticed the post office just past the store I had been in.

"Yes, if it is really urgent. But won't it wait till you get back?"

"Sorry, Bethany darling, no it won't. I just forgot this morning. I did a letter, it is sitting in the out tBen of my printer, it's a contract acceptance and has to be in Cairo before their close of business today. That means post it BEFORE 1."

"Post it? I don't understand"

"Sorry, I mean fax it. The address details are in the header of the letter. Can you get it now? I rushed into Kate's bedroom and saw the letter on the printer.

"Got it Kate, yes, there is a fax number on the header.

"Good girl - I can't believe I just said that to my brother! Anyway, get down to the post office fast. The old guy in there is sweet, he's called Cyril, he has done these for me before. Just tell him you are Kate's sister and he will send it. It will cost about £2 but it is worth hundreds, maybe thousands to me. Have you got £2?"

"OK Kate, yes I have, no problem. Trust me, I will go straight away. It will get there I promise"

"Bethany, you are a life-saver. I owe you. I will be back just after 1, then we have the whole weekend to sort you out. You're a sweetie. Bye."

'I owe you' indeed. I owed Kate a lot, at least here was one way to pay her back. But I should hurry, make sure it got there as soon as possible. No time to change, this would have to do. I folded the fax sheet carefully and slipped it into my handbag. I grabbed the jacket I had thought of wearing earlier and slipped it on, checked my bag for keys, and went out again!

And this time the car over the road had gone, I was delighted, and almost skipped down the road towards where I had seen the Post Office sign. There was a queue in there, I was a little hesitant but joined it, behind an oldish man who I thought was after his pension maybe. He started chatting, said I reminded him of his grand-daughter, she liked wearing short skirts too! I was getting a bit nervous, he was rather loud and we were beginning to attract attention. But then it was his turn to get served, he did indeed get his pension and I was at the front.

It was Cyril, his badge said so, he looked quickly at the top of the sheet while I explained, as instructed, who I was and ....

"Oh, it's all right, miss, I know. I sent one of these for your sister a couple of weeks ago. To New York, I think. Oh, this one is Cairo, well, let's see."

He fed it into the fax machine, I couldn't see properly what he was doing but in a minute he turned back and offered me two sheets.

"OK, all sent, here is yours and the copy, £1.75 please miss."

I paid him from my purse and turned, pleased to have done Kate a favour. As I walked out I caught a glimpse of myself in the large display by the door.

I had honestly not realised. The skirt WAS short, almost mini in length, and the stockings and heels, well, I did have good legs. I glowed a little inside. OK, maybe I was a little dressy for a trip to the Post Office, but it had been fun.

But it was just beginning to rain, I decided it I was careful I could 'hurry' in a ladylike fashion, rather than run, back to the flat. I stepped out of the Post Office and turned. At just that moment someone bumped into me from behind. I am delighted to say that, even in those heels I didn't fall, I just was stopped short, then realised someone was holding me.

"Whoa, love, oh, I'm sorry, it is you!"

It was the boy from the little supermarket! Well, Ok, not really a boy, about my age, maybe just a little less. He had caught me and, I realised, stopped me from falling. He let me go.

"Look, I am sorry, really, I didn't mean to - I thought you were going to fall, really -" He was flustered, so was I but I recovered quickly.

"That's OK, thank you."

I thought that would do, I smiled and was just going to go. He was about to allow me when, as suddenly as it does sometimes in this country, the skies darkened and within ten seconds the rain increased, it was obviously about to absolutely pour. I would get soaked, spoil these clothes. More than that, what about my hair, my makeup, they could be so wet that 'the look' Kate and I had created would vanish, revealing a young man in girls' clothes in the street, I was panicking a little.

I felt arms round me again, pushed me a few yards to the side, into a doorway, then let me go. And the heavens opened. I stood in the doorway with him as the rain absolutely lashed down. But I was safe and dry, at least for the moment. I looked up to thank him, we were in the doorway of the pub next to the Post Office, but he spoke first.

"Look, I am sorry about that but we are OK here. This won't last more than a few minutes. But - please - can I buy you a drink while we are here?"

I had to think quickly, yet again, but couldn't really get my thoughts together. I knew exactly what he meant, I could read exactly the subtext in his voice. It was intended to say 'OK we are stuck here and you look nice and lets just have one drink while we avoid getting wet'. But I knew different, I could read him better than he imagined, it was more like 'if I buy her a drink now maybe later on I could get into her knickers - just maybe'.

And what also amazed me was that I was having these thoughts, standing there in the doorway dressed as I was, I was in some way imagining myself going in and having a drink and... well, I don't know what. I saw a hand waving in front of my face.

"Hello. Anyone there? Go on, just one drink."

I realised I was just stood, my companion was trying to 'wake' me. I realised I had to do something quickly, his attention might be distracted and he might start thinking....

"Oh, all right then" I found myself saying.

He smiled and pushed the door behind me and stood back to let me go in, which I did.

And if I had realised, I most definitely would have not done so. The room was small but quite full, mainly of men! As I went in, as my heels made a staccato sound on the floor, their attention was drawn to the fact that these did not sound like the footsteps of a man. ANSI very nearly every man in the room, perhaps twenty of them, looked in my direction.

It was only the arm on mine, leading me towards the corner, saved me from either fainting - maybe - or just turning tail and running.

"Pint, please John, and...?"

I realised he had ordered a drink and wanted to know what I would have. To be honest the answer was the same, a pint! But I realised that wouldn't do. I just said 'a lager please' and smiled. I pulled myself together. I had to.

When we got the drinks we moved to a table near the window and sat. I was OK. Let them look at my legs if it gave them pleasure. I was OK, nobody had 'spotted' me, that was the important thing.

"I'm Jack, not seen you round here before"

My companion had started on his beer and was starting a conversation. But I really was OK by now, determined to get through this, I listened, the rain was easing.

"I'm Bethany, no, I've only been here a few days. Staying with my sister."

I was determined to get through this and out as quickly as I could, I took a large drink from my glass - a half of lager in a girl's round glass, not really what I had in mind but the barman had assumed, naturally, that it was.

Jack was still talking, trying to get information. He told me he was just helping out in his father's shop in the college holidays, he was studying Law at Nottingham, he liked reggae and collected old pop records, played football, he went on a bit, he was rather full of himself.

"And what about you Bethany? Have you a regular boyfriend, back home?" I decided to be truthful!

"No, not really" and was just going to go on when the door opened rather loudly, I looked round, so did several others. It was the guy who had been watching Kate's flat, he was back. My heart jumped, I looked towards Jack, I don't know why.

But he wasn't looking at him, he was looking at me. Or rather at my legs. As I had moved my skirt had slid up, I had been showing quite a lot of thigh, suddenly I realised he could see an awful lot, maybe even the tops of my stockings.

And the 'thug', as he walked past us on his way to the bar, looked too! He was distracted for a moment, then went up to the bar himself to get a drink. I decided this was enough, I needed to get out. So, as 'normally' as I could, I finished the last of my drink and moved to get up.

"Thanks for the drink, Jack, but I must get back, my sister said she might be home from work early."

As I moved to leave Jack finished his drink very quickly indeed and came with me. I realised I couldn't cause a scene so we left together. Outside the pub I headed off, back towards Kate's flat with Jack in tow. I realised he was going to follow me all the way unless I could do something. Outside his Dad's shop I paused and turned, making it obvious he was going to go in while I walked on.

"Thanks again for the drink, Jack. See you around"

That comment I suppose did it, gave him something to look forward to. I walked off, turning just once to smile and to make sure he wasn't following. He wasn't, when he saw me he smiled too and went in. I breathed a sigh of relief.

But it was short lived. About twenty seconds later, as I approached the flat entrance, I could see Kate there with another girl, much taller but very striking. She was staring at me in a way which made me feel VERY uncomfortable. I realised Kate would not be expecting to see 'Bethany' walking up the road. I quickly opened my bag as I approached her.

"It's OK, Kate, I sent the fax, here it is" I held out her sheet and the copy. She looked at the transmission time on the top of the copy.

"Thanks very much, great, it was there in time. Now!" She looked at me, then at her friend.

"Told you!" she said to her friend, smiling widely. Then turned to me.

"I got a surprise visitor just as I left the office. Let me introduce you, maybe you remember. Jessica - JONES, remember, this is my 'sister' Bethany."

It was obvious from what she said and the way she said it. Either because she had to or because she wanted to she had told this stranger. About me. Wait, Jones! This was her friend from school, Peter Jones' daughter!

Kate looked down the road past me, not at the post office, not at the pub, but at the shop just next door to it.

"But, 'Bethany', what I want to know is - who was THAT?!"

 

 

Chapter 5

"Oh him, he just works in the shop and seems a bit over friendly," I said trying to make nothing of it in front of Jessica for I was already very embarrassed. My euphoria, of just a few minutes ago disappeared and I suddenly felt stupid and ridiculous.

"I'm going inside." I said hurrying up the steps to the house, once again conscious of the shortness of my skirt and my over exposure underneath it. I could hear Kate and Jessica following me giggling as they did so.

Once inside the safety of the flat I ran into my room and threw myself onto the bed in floods of tears. I heard the door open and heard Kate come in and sit herself down next to me.

"Bethany, whatever is the matter?" she sounded concerned. I tried to answer but I couldn't my emotions were too uncontrollable.

I guess all of the turmoil of the past few days had finally caught up with me and being embarrassed in front of Jessica had brought it to a head. Kate held my head in her lap and stroked my hair in some sort of attempt to console me.

Slowly my tears began to dry up, and my blubbering waned. Kate lifted my hand from my face and it came to rest on her knee. I could feel the silkiness of her nylons, it was the first time that I had ever 'touched' her, and she felt good.

"Look at you," she said "your mascara has run and you look a mess now. You have spoiled your pretty face." She then bent down and kissed my cheek. I turned to look at her and this time she kissed me on my lips. It felt like more than a sisterly kiss more like a girlfriend kiss. Her lips lingered on mine until I could taste her, then she slowly pulled away.

"Have you stopped all this silliness?" she asked, as I recovered from the shock of her display of affection.

"Why did you tell her? Why did you tell Jessica about me?" I asked.

"I could hardly do anything else now could I," she answered. "If she is to help you out of this difficulty with her father she has to know the facts. And when she said she needed to see you, I had to tell her about your little masquerade." I wiped a few stBen tears from my eyes and looked into hers.

"I'm sorry, I guess I have been a little silly, and stupid."

"You're not stupid, Bethany, you're just changing. Life has been a little different for you during the fast few days, and its not surprising that you're a little confused. I must admit that I sort of get the feeling that you are beginning to enjoy your new persona, and that you are quite liking some of your feminine feelings?" I sat up next to her, and we held hands.

"Kate you're right, I am so confused. Of course I shouldn't be 'enjoying' all of this," I gestured at my clothes and hair. "But I am. I really feel 'good' inside. I feel happy and excited, but most of all I feel like happy and contented being a girl."

"Then enjoy it, not every boy get the chance to experience what you're experiencing now. And besides you make a very good girl, I much prefer you to that person who moved in a few weeks ago." We smiled at each other as she finished speaking, and almost naturally I leaned forward and we kissed again, a little longer and slightly more passionately. It was Kate who pulled away first.

"I had better go and see Jessica. Why don't you freshen up and come and join us, we have things to discuss." One more kiss on the lips and she was up and away out of my room.

I had no option but to remain in the Bethany mode, as Kate had taken all my male belongings away after I had packed the up, and I had no idea where they had gone. So I cleaned up my makeup and changed into a pair of jeanswhich i wore over my stockinged legs, and went out to join them in the lounge.

Jessica was sat next to Kate on the sofa and they were deep in conversation, they stopped as I came in and sat down on the armchair opposite. I was immediately conscious of Jessica eyes inspecting me; I saw her looking at my feet with my bright red toenails, which could be seen through the sheer nude nylon. Then her eyes fell on my chest and which was pushing out my blouse, and through which I knew my bra could be seen. Finally her eyes met mine and she smiled and spoke.

"You have certainly changed Ben, since we last met!" Her smile turned to a grin and we all began to laugh.

"You could say that," I said as I finally answered.

"I have to admire, your ingenuity you really do make quite a pretty young thing, when Kate pointed you out in the street just know, I would never have believed taht you were anything other than a girl."

"Err, thanks," I muttered "I guess that is a compliment." And somewhat embarrassed I felt my cheeks colour up. It was then Kate who spoke.

"Jessie has spoken with her father, Bethany." It felt odd being called Bethany in front of someone else who knew I was actually Ben.

"Good, and?" I asked.

"Well seeing as it was me who asked him to help, he is prepared to be flexiable, which is not like him and will give you another couple of months to pay your debts." She answered, but I was gutted.

"Is that all? I'm sorry Jessie but that's still useless, how do I get that sort of money in just a two months?" I stood up and began to pace about.

"Well at least, your not going to get your legs broken in the mean time!" she said sounding a little frustated with my lack of gratitude. I had been hoping for more time..

"I am sorry your right of course, I am grateful, for your help. I suppose I just need to find a way of earning the money, and fast!" I sat down again.

"Well your sister and I have disscused the situation and have a proposal which might solve all of your problems forever, perhaps you could explain Kate," Jessie said looking at her..

"Well, did you read that fax?" Kate asked. I simply shook my head, and answered

"No!"

"Well, If you had you would have seen that it was a contract I had signed. I have been hired to work for an Egyptian businessman who is opening a new Hotel and Casino in Bahrain." I was getting frustrated with her 'good news' and butted in.

"Well that's great for you, but how does this affect me?"

"If you will let me finish," she said. "I have been hired to take out twenty girls to work over there as casino hostesses, the pay is fantastic and its all tax free." I put two and two together, and made fourty four.

"You're not suggesting, that I?" I spluttered.

"I most certainly am. You can come out and be one of these girls. Your certainly pretty enough and with me out there to help it will be easy. You can do this Bethany, within weeks we will have the money between us to pay of Jessica's dad and have a lot more besides." Kate said it as though I was going to work in a supermarket.

"I cannot believe you're really being serious about this, Kate. How on earth do you think I could get away with it?" I remonstrated, this time it was Jessie who spoke.

"Kate is right, you can do this. You look and sound totally feminine and I can see already that you're totally at ease with being Bethany, and with a little extra help from me you can be even more convincing."

"Help, what help?" I was incredulous that Jessica was supporting this plan.

"Breasts!" she said.

"What?"

"Breasts, I can help you get some real breasts, well implants. You see my friend is a doctor and he has developed a new form of implant, which he needs to test out on someone. I am sure I can convince him to let you be that person. He needs to find someone who is prepared to take a risk, he would do this all for nothing, he just needs a 'guinea pig' for a few months. It's very unethical but he is desperate to prove his new concept and will agree I am sure. Once you have the money you can come home and have them removed and return to normal."

"I don't believe, you two, how on earth did you come up with such a hair brained idea, hostess! Bahrain! Implants! Your both bonkers!" I got up and walked out. I heard Kate say.

"Ten grand in just eight weeks, this way its possible, if not easy. Tell us how else are you going to do it?" I slammed the door shut and went back to my room and threw myself back on the bed.

If I was confused earlier I was in absolute turmoil now. How was I to find the money in time? How could I go along with their plan? How could I have real breasts? How could I pass myself off as a real girl for so long? As the series of thoughts and self-questions and doubts flashed through my mind, the more I got scared. I got scared because I knew that deep down inside, the whole proposal sounded fantastic. I really had begun to like myself as a girl and loved being taken for a girl. Yet I was scared about what other people might think of me, I hated the thought of being pilloried for being a pervert. Yet Kate and Jessica were actually suggesting I do this, even encouraging me. And so confident that nobody would ever know, so why be scared? I lay there for ages trying to convince myself that I should go along with the plan. Finally I got up and went back to the lounge.

"Just how would I get to Bahrain as Bethany?" I asked.

"Well you would need to travel as Ben, obviously. Then become Bethany whilst out there." Kate answered.

"This operation is reversible, right?" I asked looking at Jessica.

"As far as I understand, you can ask him yourself." she answered.

"Would anyone else need to know about this?" I asked them both.

"Nobody who you didn't want to know." Kate answered.

"And I can come home and have the operation reveresed as soon as we have enough money?" I asked.

"Of course!" Kate answered.

"Then I suppose I can do it!" I finally said, the two girls looked at each and smiled, then we all hugged on another like three great friends. Later Jessie called her friend and explained the plan and he agreed to perform the operation, and I was booked in to see Doctor Harry McDonald tomorrow afternoon.

I went to with Jessica to see Harry who was a lot older than I had imagined. We discussed the risks both of us were taking and what the operation entailed. He explained that I would need to have the implants for a minimum sixteen weeks and then he would remove them, it was longer than I needed but agreed to the timescale. When it came to choosing what size I wanted to be, he showed me several pictures of girls with bare breasts. He suggested that I would be better with a small size if I wanted to return to normal eventually, so we picked out a pair of C's. He said he would need twenty-four hours to prepare the implants and that he would be able to operate late tomorrow afternoon. He did not ask me too many questions as to why I wanted his help, he seemed to more than happy with the arrangements.

That night Kate told me that she had booked the flights she and the other girls would be flying out in six days time, and I would join them one day later. I had a restless night and felt terrible the next morning. I could eat nothing all day and the time dragged waiting for the appointment. Kate took some time off work and came with me to private surgery Doctor McDonald has booked.

He greeted us and showed me through to a private nursing room. He explained that a nurse would be coming in shortly to give me some pre-medication and complete some paperwork. She had been with him for a long time and new the situation and she would not be asking any embarrassing questions. I was told to relax and get undressed and put on an operating gown.

Kate unzipped my dress and helped me out of it, she had never seen me in my underwear before but did not comment. I pulled of my tights, but kept my panties on, then took off my bra. Kate looked at my flat chest then cupped my breast and kissed my nipple.

"Soon my little sister, you will have real titties." she said.

I had to think to myself that she seemed to be very understanding and even encouraging my feminisation, which bothered me. Why was she helping me do this, surely any other member of my family would be horrified.

I slipped on the gown and got into bed, Kate took my clothes and put them in the locker. Within minutes the nurse came in, she must have been in her fifties and seemed very proper. However as the doctor said she simply asked me a few questions then asked me to sign the form. Then she produced a needle and gave me a jab in my arm. In just a few seconds before I say anything to Kate I was losing consciousness.

I woke up the next morning to find Kate sat at my side. My chest felt like someone was sat on it, and punching me at the same time.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Sore, bloody sore. Did it all go alright?" I asked her

"Harry is very happy with you, he said the operation went just as planned and that he will be in to see you soon. In the meantime you have to rest." Kate said as she pulled some stray hairs from my face.

"When can I see?" I said placing my hands up on my chest, only to feel swathes of bandages.

"I don't know, dear. Rest now, questions later." She kissed me and passed her hands over my eyes to close them. Once again I was asleep with seconds.

It was not until nearly twenty-four hours after the operation that I awoke fully. Kate and Jessica were in the room with me and when they saw I was awake Jessie left to get the Doctor. He came in and asked how I felt, I told him about the pain I had and that I was still tired. He said it was all perfectly natural and that he was pleased with the operation and that he would be taking off the bandages in two days if I rested, and felt well enough.

The days passed quickly, as most of the time I slept. The pain slowly diminished and my only discomfort was from the tightness of the bandages. Kate and Jessie took it in turns to keep me company, and kept me supplied with fruit and magazines. They also told me that Jessie had agreed to come with us to Bahrain and would help save up the pay off my debts to her father.

Eventually the time came for the grand unveiling of my breasts. The doctor was satisfied with his tests and my progress, and decided it was time. He asked me to sit up on the side of the bed, and take off my gown. I raised my arms and he slowly began to unravel the bandage. Gradually the tightness was easing as the miles of bandages were peeled off me. At last the final length of dressing was taken off and my new breasts were released. Immediately I was asked to lay back down to allow him to inspect them.

After a few minutes of massaging and prodding and questioning he declared the operation a full success and expressed his delight. He gave me some instructions as to how to care for them, and when he needed to see me again. Then declared that I could have a look and feel, and go home when I was ready.

He helped me up and stood back as he watched me look down and cup them in my hands, they felt firm, heavy and huge. He explained that over the next few days and weeks, they would begin to hang a little more naturally and that I would need to have a few stitches removed in a couple of days. I was to wear a supporting sports bra for the first week, then after that I could wear whatever was comfortable. He said that I should find that I should be a 36c as planned.

Kate and Jessie were just beside themselves with excitement and couldn't wait to touch them, and as soon as the doctor left the room, they sat either side of me and carefully felt them.

 

(continued)

 

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