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

 

Chapter 6

It was electric, that first 'touching' experience. The doctor had explained that, as the drugs used to 'calm down' my body's reactions to the implants wore off, they would be a little sensitive. Was he right!

I lay there as Jessica touched and felt the breasts, she stroked her delicately manicured nails across my nipples. I felt really aroused, I could see them 'harden' as she slid her fingers across. I looked at Jessica, she was staring, maybe even trembling a little. She was getting excited too!

Then Kate butted in with "my turn".

She did the same but ever so tenderly, it was almost erotic, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. When I opened them Kate's face was very close to mine, her eyes were closed, I could hear her beginning to moan. She kissed me gently on the lips, then moved down to caress my hardened nipples with her red lips, she was really enjoying herself, I didn't understand.

"Kate. KATE!" called Jessica, to attract my sister's attention. "I think we had better go, leave Bethany to recover." She seemed rather insistent, and Kate's reaction was strange too, she was reluctant to go. But she did, they both did.

I lay there looking at the 'mounds' on my chest, I began to fondle them with my left hand, sliding my right down between my legs, and masturbated very quickly indeed. After cleaning myself I lay down again and slept.

I did leave the hospital the next day, but suffered mild after-effects almost as soon as I got back to the flat, and had to stay in the flat and rest. While Kate was at work, for the next five days, I consoled myself with looking through Melissa's clothes in detail, sorting the good stuff, even washing and ironing some, I did send some of the more ordinary clothes to the charity shop.

Kate was really good, coping with her 'strange' brother in such circumstances, though she herself behaved oddly when I sat round the flat on the evenings she was home, often just in a bra and a skirt or jeans. I had the time to really experiment with makeup, to style my hair a little, always referring to the small stack of fashion and style magazines.

I remember on one occasion I was wearing a short skirt and my Wonderbra (by now it was 'my' bra!) I saw her stroking her own breasts and breathing deeply as she looked at mine.

But she was working hard, even had to go away and leave me alone for a night, but I managed well, fed myself from the freezer and so on, I was just a little weak to go out.

Finally after she had been home that weekend we did go out, back to the clinic far a check up, I was feeling much better. I wasn't really used to the undies yet, the breasts felt tight, even if I wore one of Melissa's 36C bras, something was not fully right. The doctor inspected me, and went into a huddle with Kate and the nurse. I was suddenly worried, finally he came over.

"Well, er Bethany. You will be pleased to know you are fully recovered and healthy. Just one problem, I may have miscalculated your body's own reaction to this operation. As you have seen they are not quite as intended. Basically, your bra is MUCH too tight. The tissue beneath the implants has moved to compensate in its own way already. The nurse is going to measure you carefully, if you will lift your arms.

She measured me carefully, round the full bust and then below, then went out of the room and returned with another bra. It fit me perfectly.

"That is perfect, doctor, thank you so much, that feels so good." Kate signed some paperwork, I did too, we left, I felt much more comfortable.

"Er, Bethany. Do you realise what had happened? You are rather bigger than expected, in fact a lot bigger. That bra you say fits so well, it is a 36D! No wonder you felt so constrained!" I was absolutely shocked. Was I pleased? Well!

When we got back Kate was on the phone straight away. Jessica had left a message, asking to be rung straight back to see how I had got on. Kate came into my room, I was just changing, she looked at my figure as I posed in a simple grey dress.

"Now that looks good. Really. Jessica is in London, she is coming straight round. You deserve a treat." Jessica arrived a few minutes later carrying two cases.

"I've brought you a few undies, called in at a shop I know on the way, some rather special things" she said. Kate was unpacking one of the cases.

"Just right Jessica" she called, now Bethany, in the bathroom please, and strip to the waist, just wear a singlet or something." I did as she asked, she came in with Jessica and some small boxes. Hair dye!

"Right Bethany, let us see just how good we can get you looking, I want you to be really foxy tonight. You'll find out why later. Bend your head over the sink."

Which again I did. Kate shampooed and rinsed my hair, which was getting quite long. She massaged the foam dye in thoroughly, I waited while it had its effect. Kate and Jessica took the other case into Kate's room while I sat and read magazines again with the bag over my head, feeling a little silly. I heard a noise from in there and went to just peer to see if they were OK.

They were both naked on the bed, head to toe almost, each with her head between the other's legs. Then it all clicked. They had been great friends at school. And the looks and the feelings they had shown in the hospital. They were lesbian lovers! I quietly went away, leaving them in private.

Half an hour later I was finished, sitting on a stool with a hair drier after both girls, both beaming rather widely, had finished and curled my hair, I was putting the finishing touches.

"I want to see, I haven't seen properly" I said, a little agrieved, I hadn't been allowed near Kate's full-length mirror.

"Not yet, Bethany" said Kate. "You need to dress first, I've laid some rather special stuff on your bed. Go and see."

Jessica came to help. She had set out a gorgeous outfit, what looked like very sexy undies, and I could see a dress hanging in a 'dry-cleaning' bag behind the door. It was scarlet!

After I stripped I was a little erect, not surprising really. Jessica got a spBen can from the case and spBened it over my prick, it was very cold!

"That's just to calm you down while you dress. Don't worry, it's temporary. Now, put this on first." said Jessica.

It had worked, my prick and balls had shrunk down, indeed they were very small and limp. I pulled on the scarlet thong, silk, the tiniest I had seen. When I looked in the small mirror to check, the red triangle covered me at the front, and the thin strip up the back settled neatly into my crack, I loved it. The basque Jessica had brought was red 'silk' and looked too small for me, I tightened the straps on the basque as much as I could, then sat for a moment. Then I stood and squeezed my stomach in as much as I could, and Jessica tightened them really extremely tight again, then she had to go.

The basque was quite thin, did most of its job by elastic rather than steel strips, and really did take my waist in several inches. The bra top was scarlet red, low cut, with wide straps, and did a gorgeous job of supporting my bulging breasts, pushing them up and together and leaving a very deep plunging 'V' between my breasts. I just knew I must have a great cleavage, but resisted the temptation to look in the mirror at the whole effect.

Instead I clipped the six red straps to the edge of the basque, and opened a pack of stockings, black seamed hi-leg Aristoc stockings, 7 denier, incredibly sheer, they felt sensational as I rolled them smoothly and slowly up my legs and clipped them to the suspender straps.

Then I started on my makeup. After a very light foundation, I applied a rose bloom cover-all thinly, and rubbed it well in to give as near as I could to a no-makeup look. For my eyes I used a mid-blue, not too bright, over my upper lids, merging it into a mauve and a pink almost up to my eyebrows. I was able to gently brush and shape then to give just the right amount of colour, shape and definition.

Then the rest of the eyes, I do so love eye makeup and had lots of recent practics. A fine deep blue line along my lower lid, and then very thick, dark blue eye-curl mascara over upper and lower lashes, extremely carefully, thickening and darkening and curling each lash almost individually. I teased my cheeks with the blusher brush, to highlight the tops of the cheek bones, then sat back and looked. I was thrilled with the result.

I opened Melissa's 'jewellery' bag and spread things out in front of me. I don't really know why, I just knew what I had to wear. I put on a pair of thick gold hoops, nearly 3" across, Then five rings, all 'gold', two with large red ruby-like stones on my right hand, three with thick gold bands on the left. I smiled a little as I slid the last onto my third finger of my left hand, it looked rather like a wedding ring.

Finally two gold chains, one thin, one thick, both quite long, clipped round my neck so they both fell down and settled just above the edge of my breasts. Then I reached for the dress.

It was scarlet, shiny, with a slightly rippled gold effect running all the way through it, and in a stretchy material which I just knew would cling to my 'new' body. I took it off its hanger and pulled down the zip at the back, then stepped in and gently slid it up my legs and up to my waist. The thrill was sensational as it slipped oh-so-smoothly over my nylons. I pushed my arms through the arms, it was tight, a size 10. It was a bit small for me but I was really sure it would look good. I settled the front part in place over my breasts, then reached behind me and pulled up the zip to the top, just above the level of my basque. I was delighted at how far it gathered in, I would guess my waist at that moment was about 24"!

I sat for a moment again, then got out again my nail varnish and my false nails, Melissa's 'Extra long' set, a lot longer than I had worn before. I wanted to try them. The toes I had done already, I laid out the ten clear nails in sequence on top of a sheet of paper on the bed. In turn I put a drop of glue on my own nail, then pressed the 'falsie' firmly onto this. The last few were difficult to manage but they looked good, I thought. I took the top/brush from the bottle and began with the small finger on my left hand, worked my way across them all. I was taking my time, being extremely careful, by the time I had finished the first was dry and a very bright red. I started again and added a second thick coat on top. Again, as I finished I started at the beginning again, this time with a clear, hi-gloss top coat. This took a lot longer to dry, but I could wait.

Then my own favourite final stages. Without looking too closely at the whole picture, I took a scarlet lipstick and began to apply it ever so carefully over my lips, aiming for that cute 'bow' shape, then outlined the lips with a lip pencil in a thin line of a very slightly darker red. With this done I added a clear closs coat of lip cover over my bottom lip to give what I hoped would be a sexy look.

Finally I found the shoes Jessica had brought, and gasped. They were really tarty stilettos, 6" heels, scarlet, what Kate called 'fuck-me' shoes. I put them on the floor and stepped into them. I loved the feeling I get when I did that, as my nylons slid smoothly in and the sides caressed my stockinged feet, the slight tightening of the calf muscles, the re-shaping of the legs in a much more feminine way.

In Melissa's box I found a thin gold 'ankle chain' and put it round my right ankle, coping better with the very long nails now. I felt really good as I went to join Kate, teasing my curls into place.

I turned and strolled into Kate's room, enjoying the gorgeous feel of the heels on my feet, to look in the long mirror. I was thrilled. Looking back at me was a tall, slender, voluptuous blonde tart! The combined effect of the figure, the hair, the makeup, the clothes, the heels, it looked sensational, I really was delighted. I surprised myself by talking to my reflection.

"I could fuck you," Luckily Kate didn't hear, I went through into the sitting room. She was setting out the table for the evening. "Well?" I asked.

She looked up, and her mouth opened. She moved came over to me, kissed me lightly on the lips and slid a hand to fondle my right breast.

"You look fantastic. Those massive titties, wow! Well Ben, I mean Bethany, I ought to call you that all the time now I suppose. How do you feel?"

"It's very strange, Kate, I really have never felt so good, it's great fun dressing up and wearing things like this. but what puzzles me, I feel sexy!"

"You look it Bethany. You do, believe me."

I smiled, proud of myself, even if Peter Jones' thugs DID come looking fo me they would never find 'Ben' living here. Then I really noticed what Kate was doing, getting things out on the table, little bowls, bottles, glasses. She noticed my puzzlement.

"Don't worry, Bethany. But Jessica and I decided we should have Bethany's 'coming out' party. So she is bringing someone this evening, just a little get together, the four of us. And I KNOW you have realised my own little secret, I have been bisexual for quite a few years now, I am really pleased not to have to hide it from you. Jessica was my very first lover, we used to have great fun discovering each other in my room back home." Back home! In the little room next to mine, while I was doing my homework, they were, well!

"OK Bethany. I have to change now, they will be here in about twenty minutes. But could you do me a favour. I've just done nibbles and drinks, but I could do with some more milk for the coffee later. Can you go down to the little store down the road? Please, while I change?"

Basically the answer was 'Yes', I had been out quite a few times before dressed with no problem. BUT Not for a few weeks, not since the operation, not with huge tits, and NOT dressed like this. I must have looked doubtful.

"Please Bethany, I DO have to change. Don't be embarassed, you do look great. Honest."

That was the trouble, I know I looked great. But it was beginning to get dark, maybe it would be OK. I picked up my handbag, checked for a little cash, got the flat keys, slipped on a black leather jacket to cover my exposed boobs up somewhat, and went out.

Going down the street was easy, much easier than I thought. The rush hour was over, not too many people about though London streets are never empty. I was delighted how well I managed the heels, and thrilled at the looks I got. As I reached the store I was a little nervous, what if Jack was there?

He was! Still, I slipped in, he was busy serving, I went down to the milk section and then took it to the till. He recognised me, I had wondered if he would, the longer blond hair, the figure, the 6" stilettos, I looked very different. As I got to the counter he seemed a little embarassed.

"Hello, Bethany". He had remembered my name. "You look great, how are you, not seen you for a while."

"No Jack, I've been away. Just the milk please."

I wanted to get it done and away. But as I put my purse away, a little difficult again with the very long scarlet nails, my jacket fell open. I leaned forward to hand over the cash, and then realised I was presenting him with a proper eyeful, he was staring right down my deep cleavage. He dropped the coins and had to bend over, then his eyes were only a few inches from the hem of the very short dress, looking straight at my stocking tops.

"Er, OK," was all he could say, he fumbled my change and I turned to leave, I could feel him looking at my arse, I remembered what Kate had said and gave it a bit of an extra wiggle as I left.

I was internally smiling, but puzzled yet again. What was happening to me? I was pleased to have got him sexually excited, what did that mean? I hurried back to the flat, was I in some way actually turning into a woman? And was I straight? Or gay? Or even lesbian in some way?

Back at the flat I heard Kate and Jessica in the kitchen. As I went in they separated, I smiled, I think Kate must have told Jessica that I knew. When I put the milk down and took my jacket off, Jessica effused, congratulated me, told me how good I looked. And, like a girlfriend, I told her she looked great too. She had on a 'party' dress, a short deep blue number, flared at the waist, almost 50's style, very impressive and very fugure hugging round her chest.

And Kate, well, she had changed. Into a dinner suit, black tie, the lot, her hair was swept right back in a tight pony tail, she was wearing very little makeup, she was obviously 'the man' of the couple. They realised I was giving them the once over and, for my benefit, kissed quite passionately, obviously that first relationship had been rekindled in some way.

So was I the gooseberry? The odd one out? No. Kate had said Jessica was bringing someone. But Jessica was talking again, I had missed what she had started saying.

"Well, Kate and I are back together again. And what's more, I've told Dad and he is quite happy about it. He has had problems since Mother died about three years ago, he has put everything into the business. But at least accepts me for what I am now."

"And" said Kate, putting her arm round her lover and leading us all into the living room "We are all going to have a good time this evening, aren't we? Now then, my love, do the introduction."

I followed them in, a man was sitting on the sofa, talking quietly into his mobile. As we came in he looked at me and his eyes opened wide.

He spoke quickly, "OK, George, I'll get back to you" and switched the phone off, he stood up.

He was about 50 maybe, tallish, smartly dressed, clean shaven, brown hair thinning and going a little grey. I had seen him somewhere before.

"Bethany, let me introduce my father, Peter. Dad, this is Bethany".

 

 

Chapter 7

Peter Jones! My heart sank, and I turned around quickly to see Kate smiling. I tried to regain my composure and politely said.

"Hello, pleased to meet you." although obviously that was a big understatement. Jones took my outstretched hand, which I had subconsciously stuck out and shook it warmly; his hand was huge and swamped mine.

"The pleasure is all mine," he said "so you Kate's little sister?"

"Yes," I tried to smile coyly, as I saw him looking longingly into my cleavage.

"And if you don't mind me saying not so little any more, either!" Jones carried on saying with a dirty grin on his face. There was quite a long pause before Jessica offered suggested we sit down to eat.

The meal was lovely but I ate very little, one reason was because I was so nervous, and the other was the basque was so tight that it made me uncomfortable.

Jessica, Kate and Jones began to talk about old times, it transpired that Kate had not met Jones since she was at school. So they had a lot of catching up to do. Then they talked about the trip to Bahrain, it seemed obvious to me that they had not told him that we were to be casino hostesses, and that he thought it was something more 'respectable'.

He seemed to be quite a nice bloke really not like the Peter Jones 'Ben' had come across, he was very complimentary about how well Kate had done for herself. It was not until late in the evening that the subject of Kate's brother came up!

"So when was the last time you saw Ben, Kate?" he asked.

"A few weeks back, he came asking for my help as you know. I asked Jessica to have a chat with you and when I told Ben he had a few more weeks to pay you, he up and went, saying he would be in touch!" she looked at me. "Did he tell you where he was going, Beth?"

I threw a look of daggers at her and said simply "no he didn't!"

"It's a pity he didn't take after you two girls a little more, you seem to be very different. When he does get in touch, please tell him that I looking forward to him settling his debts." Jones was looking at me. I waited for someone else to answer him but nobody did.

"I will Mr Jones have no fear." I said trying to avoid his eyes.

"Good, well girls I want to thank you for your hospitality and will wish you all a good night." Jones said standing up. Jessica and Kate fussed over him and promised to keep in touch. He got his coat and we all followed him to the door.

"It's been a real pleasure meeting you Beth," once more his eyes roamed around my cleavage. "You are so unlike yet I can see a lot of similarity."

"Thanks Mr Jones," I said, realising I was blushing.

"Next time call me Peter," he said before he kissed us all on the cheeks and left. Next time? I thought, not if I see you first!

"You devils!" I shouted at Kate and Jessica "why didn't you warn me, I nearly died when I saw him"

"You wouldn't have stayed in if you did know, admit it" Jessica said.

"You're damn right I wouldn't," I said, as "does he know?"

"Know what?" Kate said stupidly. I was getting really angry and frustrated with their games.

"Does he know who I really am?" I said

"Of course he doesn't!" Jessica snapped "what do you take us for?"

"I'm sorry," I suddenly felt guilty "Its just that he seemed so, different to me"

"That's because you were Beth tonight, not Ben, silly" Kate butted in. She took me in her arms and gave me a hug. "You did really well tonight, little sister! In fact you made me very proud"

"Yes, I agree" Jessica said as she hugged the two of us "very proud, you make such a lovely young lady. We are all going to have such fun in Bahrain together!"

I felt a hand on my groin, giving it a gentle squeeze. I wasn't sure how to react, as I didn't know if it was Jessica or Kate's hand, but I could feel myself getting excited. It was Kate who spoke.

"You looked very sexy tonight Beth, and that dress really shows off your figure." I guessed it was her hand, so I kissed her.

"Thanks, sis I feel good and I am very grateful to you both for everything," I turned to Jessica and kissed her on the lips for the first time.

She responded and began to kiss me passionately. I felt the hand on my groin, move to pull the hem of my dress up, then a hand go into my panties and take hold of my erection.

It was Kate who dropped down onto her haunches and began to kiss the tip of my throbbing penis. Whilst Kate and I explored each other's mouths with our tongues, Kate gorged herself on her brother penis. Her hands were caressing my stockings, and even my shoes. I knew I could not hold onto myself for long as my body was screaming with pleasure. I pulled mouth away from Jessica's and moaned to Kate.

"Kate, please no, stop. I am going to cum!" it was Jessica who said.

"Then do it my dear girl, let your sister taste you, let her enjoy suck you dry."

She then began kissing me again and almost instantly I wobbled on my heels as I exploded into Kate's mouth. Kate didn't stop, but just kept on sucking and pushing the head of my penis in and out of her mouth. More and more she worked her mouth up and down on my shaft as she extracted the last of my juices. Her long nails were digging into my ass cheeks finally as my erection began to fail she stopped and fell back onto the sofa.

Jessica placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. I realised what was expected and dropped down onto my knees, and lifted her dress up, and lifted it over my blonde locks. I was delighted to see that she too was wearing stockings, fine nude nylons held up by white suspenders. She was not wearing and panties and her lovely pussy clean shaven, and looked moist and swollen.

I could smell her juices before I could taste them, my tongue probed her lips and she pushed them into my face. She tasted sweet and her clitoris was hard as my tongue began to flick at it. Jessica's hands were on the back of my head and pushing me harder into groin I felt her rock on her heels as she reached her first orgasm. I paused for a few moments to get some air into my lungs. I heard her voice.

"More my pretty girl, more don't stop now," and she pushed me into her pussy once more.

Her lips were wide open now and I slipped my tongue into her as far as I could, she was very wet and tasted even sweeter now. I took her elongated clit into my lips and sucked at it as if it was a tiny penis. I could feel her rocking and could sense that she was relishing the sensations. She too fell backwards onto the sofa and pulled be with her. I knelt up with my bum in the air and continued to eat her glorious pussy, still her hands pulled me into her.

I then felt my dress being lifted and pushed back over me, and than my panties being pulled down my thighs. I turned to see Kate behind me. Once more Jessica begged me to continue, which I readily did.

I felt something cold and wet on my anus, then something hard pushing against it. Jessica held my head so I couldn't turn to see. Gradually the hard object began to push against my anus and slowly enter it. The pain increased as it did so and I began to moan.

"Shush, dear" I heard Jessica say, "It's always hard the first time, but girls like us need to be brave."

My anus screamed with pain as Kate continued to push the object deep into me. It seemed to take forever for the pain to subside, but gradually it did until it was just a dull ache. Kate was fucking my arse by pulling the object out and then pulling my hips back onto it. The sensation was something new and to be honest, without the pain it could have been quite pleasurable. It did a least make me feel like a real girl, who had been deflowered for the first time.

I felt relief as Kate pulled it out for the last time. I was released by Jessica and turned around to see Kate with her trousers pulled down and an erect penis sticking out from her groin. It took a few seconds to realise it was a strap on dildo.

"How does it feel to have your first screw?" Kate asked.

"Does it always hurt so much?" I asked with my hand over my sore hole.

"It will get better as you learn to relax and your love hole stretches," she answered as I watched her unfasten the 6" dildo. "It's worth the discomfort, though my darling believe me, I know"

I watched her then pick up a long two-ended dildo and slowly work it into her finely thatched pussy. Until once again she had what appeared to be an erect penis. This time it was Jessica who was to be fucked. I watched incredulous as Jessica got up off the sofa and straddled Kate who was laid down on her back. She raised her skirt and lowered herself onto the dildo, and began to slowly ease herself up and down onto it.

It looked very odd but very exciting to see two beautiful girls having sex. But then I thought it would have looked a damn site odder a few minutes earlier when my sister was screwing her brother. It almost seemed amusing to me.

As they enjoyed each other I took off my dress and released my breasts from the confining basque. My nipples had begun to get very sensitive over the past few days and I felt them hard and erect. As I tweaked them between my long red nails and watched Kate and Jessica, it suddenly hit me how far I had travelled over the past few weeks and tears of joy filled my mascara coated eyes lashes.

The next morning Kate went through the travel arrangements. She and Jessica would be on a flight later today, and would meet me in Bahrain just twenty four hours later.

I would have to revert to being Ben in order to get through passport control, and that would mean strapping my new breasts down. Kate got out a roll of elasticated bandage and asked me to take off my tee shirt, which I did. My large breasts stood proud and my nipples even prouder. I raised my arms as she began to wind the bandage around me. They felt like I did just after the operation, tight and very uncomfortable but I my shape was far manlier. I put on the tee shirt again and Kate commented on the result.

"Not bad, I think you will get away with it. Now I have retrieved a few of your old clothes, here" she handed me a carrier bag. Inside I could see a checked shirt, jeans, jumper underwear and boots.

"If you wear those and strap yourself down like you are now, and tie your hair back in a ponytail. Then you will look like your old self," she said "don't forget, no makeup and no nail varnish or you are going to get some very strange looks."

"I know, Kate. I'm not silly. Now can I take this bandage off, please" I protested.

"OK. Now I suggest that you change into 'Ben' just before you leave for the airport. Pack all of Beth's thing sin your case and pray that nobody wants to inspect your bags." She said as the bandage was taken off, and my pert breasts sprang back to life.

It was just two hours later that I was waving Kate and Jessica off in the Taxi from the front steps of the flat. As they turned the corner I saw Jack standing outside the corner shop waving to me. I waved back and closed the door and went to have a word with him.

I had dressed down for the day and was wearing a short denim miniskirt, white tee shirt a pair of thick black tights and loafers. My makeup, hair and nails however were as perfect as ever.

I wasn't wearing a bra and my breasts wobbled up and down as I walked towards him. "Hi Jack" I shouted as I got near him.

"Hi Beth, you're looking as cute as ever!" he said with a big smile on his face. "What can I get you?"

I had already decided what I wanted and it was not something that could be bought in his shop. "I'm going away tomorrow again for a few weeks, and I thought maybe you would like to go for a farewell drink later?" I asked as I linked my arm through his and gave him all the right signals.

"Of course, I would" Jack answered, without a moments hesitation.

"Great, about 7 o'clock alright for you?" I asked, squeezing his arm.

"Smashing!" he could hardly wait.

"I'll see you later then," as I pecked him on the cheek and skipped off like a sixteen year old.

 

Chapter 8

Back at Kate's flat I got my packing mainly done, except for the clothes I was wearing at the time and the few toiletries which would get sorted last thing. I stopped to think, what had I just done? I had invited a guy out, in fact I had flirted with him. So why was I so excited. Certainly having the 'breasts' had made me feel in some way more like a woman. AND having Kate's 'cock' dildo up me had been exciting, well different anyway. AND doing 'lesbian sex' with Jessica, well, that had been a thrill too. And what else?

The 'dressing up', I LOVED it.

Girls seemed to have so much more fun that way. A guy can wear tight pants of an open-neck shirt but when I was Bethany, I could do lots of things. Kate and Jessica had enjoyed 'dressing me up' to look a bit tarty the night before, I had liked that a lot, the makeup, the earrings, the tight basque, the stockings. And the shoes, I just loved the 'fuck me' heels. And I was really happy, yes, happy, that Peter Jones had liked me as Bethany. Maybe it was possible? Earn enough money to pay him off so he stopped looking for Ben? Then what? Change back to being Ben? But I was having so much fun.

That brought me back to thinking about Jack, just what had I let myself in for? I had thought I knew, in fact, I did know. Both Jack and Peter were, in some way, sexually attracted to me, I knew. Even as an 'inexperienced' girl I could tell. But me?

I don't think I was attracted to either really, but I kept coming back to the thought of Kate's dildo inside me. She had said it gets better? Did it?

Really, all sorts of things might happen in Bahrain but I had to be prepared. I was pretty sure I would get involved in some way with  a man or maybe with more out there. In some way. I had to experiment, on Jack, to find out what it was all about.

Just before 4 I was getting ready. Not in the red dress, that would have been going too far. But I did want to look my best for my 'date'. I was dressed, made up, playing 'dress-up' with the clothes in Melissa's wardrobe. Just trying things on and posing, I loved that, I was beginning to enjoy 'being' a girl.

Just for fun I had chosen a shiny silver blouse, tight and I thought sexy, and was seeing what it looked like with the black fishnets I had bought, and the highest heels, and a black leather 'micro-skirt' I found right at the back of one of her drawers.

Having done that, just for fun, I redid, or rather overdid, my eye makeup, quite a lot darker than usual.

I was still posing when the door opened behind me, Peter Jones was standing there!

Quite what he thought I was doing dressed in such a sexy outfit I don't really know, I do know that at the same moment his eyes opened wide, and he didn't bat an eyelid. He came in and moved a hand from behind his back to reveal - a small bouquet of roses.

"Bethany, my dear, I do hope you don't mind me butting in like this, I was hoping to catch you in. These are for you. Kate gave me a key, she said I could use the flat if I am in town on business while you girls are away. But I did so want to meet you again, and maybe have a bit of a chat."

I was flabbergasted. What must he think of me, I caught a glimpse in the mirror behind him, breasts almost busting out, tight short skirt, fishnets indeed.

"Er - thank you Mr Jones. Thank you." I was floundering, wondering what to say.

"Please, call me Peter. Please. I wonder if I could prevail on you. I have been in a meeting all afternoon, I really could do with -maybe - just tea, do you think?"

That gave me something to do while I did think. I just gestured towards the sofa in the lounge and hurried into the kitchen. At least there was milk, no reason to go down to the shop again. Hell, Jack! he was due in just under an hour. Help!

I managed to cope with the tea while still shaking a little, went in an set down a tBen and poured two cups. And as I passed one to 'Peter' I realised I was being a bit careless, I was exposing my two melons to him, he was staring right down my cleavage. he nearly dropped the cup but recovered. I sat opposite him rather than beside him and regretted it - I couldn't help him seeing my legs and my long thighs. I needed the tea too!

But then he started chatting, telling me how pleased he was Jessica was getting on in the hotel business, how pleased for me that Kate was doing well in the fashion industry, and complimenting me. ME! On my looks, on how charming and attractive I was. And what a disappointment my brother must be to me.

I felt I had to say something about that, I went on for a bit about how Ben was a really nice guy really, wouldn't harm a mouse, deserved a chance etc. I think he mellowed a bit as I spoke but in one way it only made things worse.

"Bethany, it just confirms what I thought, you are so loyal, such a delightful girl."

I was hoping Mr. Jones would go but he kept on talking, about him and Jessica, about his business, how well he was doing, about his late wife, about how difficult he was finding it on his own, about how pleased he was Jessica and I got on so well. He got up and walked round a bit, then sat down next to me, he held my hand!

"My wife and I often did say, we didn't go on about it a lot though, we did care for each other, if anything happened to one of us the other would, well, not to feel guilty, you know, if they felt lonely….."

He caressed my hand, he leaned closer, he was going to kiss me! My god, he was serious, he was really getting serious. I realised fully what he was thinking, he was staring in my eyes, gently stroking my hand, he put a hand on my thigh!

He was thinking of me - as a wife!!! Or at least as a partner. No, actually, he was of the old school, he and his wife had probably not 'done it' before their wedding night, he was maybe definitely moral in that sense. And he WAS getting serious. I gulped, I was going to speak, or at least try to.

"Bethany, my dear , I know I am older but I am not winding you up, you know. I think you are gorgeous, I am not saying this very well, I know"

He was saying it very well, I knew exactly what he meant. I swallowed hard, again I was going to speak, but. He moved towards me, his face was VERY close to mine and, I just gave in. I was in one sense very flattered, a MAN was really serious about me, I just couldn't believe it. I just don't know what came over me, he was waiting for a reply and I am afraid I gave him one. I leaned towards him, closed my eyes, and gently pushed my lips against his. I kissed him!

OK, it was an older man, I was confused, terrified, excited all at once, but that kiss was terrific. His hand moved up my thigh, he was groping me, I opened my mouth and caressed his lips with my tongue, I was hot, horny, I wanted him. We kissed more, passionately, for several minutes, I could feel his arousal pressed against my thigh, I wanted to stroke it, to see it. But NO! At last common sense took over. I pulled away, he looked disappointed.

"Mr. Jones  - Peter. This is too fast, I am sorry, this is not the way it should be." He got SOME of the message, not all.

"I understand, Bethany, you are right of course. We have only just met, I do apologise. I should be going. You need time to think about it. Maybe you will be able to in Bahrain, please, talk about this with Jessica, we have no secrets. I just know she will approve."

No secrets my eye. I bet he didn't know some of the things Jessica got up to. My mouth almost fell open. I would be her mother!

"I must go, Bethany, I have to admit I thought of you all last night, I wanted you to have something…. I hope this is all right."

He took a case from his pocket and opened it for me. Earrings, gorgeous earrings, and they looked real. Silver certainly, maybe not real diamonds but they looked very impressive. I was thrilled, I just had to kiss him again, I was very careful this time not to go overboard, not to give him any further ideas. As we parted at the front door he gave me one final kiss, briefly on the lips, smiled and left. Well!!

As I turned to go in I looked in the hall mirror. I remembered - some time earlier - just wondering as I had carefully applied my 'Kissable' lipstick, trying to get the shape and the texture just right, who am I fooling? Was it really 'kissproof'? I had found out, yes it was, my rich red lips were still in good condition after my efforts with Mr. Jones, with Peter.

I reached for my handbag and briefly added a fresh coat to maintain the gloss. I glimpsed the clock in the hall. Five to seven! Jack! I thought quickly - no time to change, but maybe I had better, at least take off the fishnet stockings and ultra-high heels, not to give him the wrong impression. But I ran out of time.

"Hi there"

The door was ajar, I had not closed it properly while I looked in the mirror. One man after another, what was I getting into? What was I a nymphomaniac?!

I looked at Jack, this young man who had just come in the door. I remember thinking - he wore a white shirt unbuttoned a fair way down, tight jeans, my, he looks rather handsome. I wouldn't mind going some way with him. Then I remembered, it had been ME who invited him for a farewell drink. Except that I knew that in that respect the cupboard was almost bare, there was very little if anything by way of beer or drinks in the flat, Kate had mentioned that to me, said we would stock up again when we got back. I stood for a moment, yet again speechless. Then I smiled.

"Jack, nice to see, you, welcome, do come in." I reached over and gave him a peck on the cheek.

He seemed very nervous, maybe my rather provocative attire was putting him off. Bu I really did need a drink.

"Jack, I know, that pub we went in, how about going there, I liked it? Please?"

He really had no chance, I knew he would do as I wanted. It was only a short way down the road, we were there within two minutes. I was definitely dressed for the kill, he must realise that I was definitely up for it if he was at all tempted.

I had a vodka and tonic, and settled down next to him on a bench, deliberately sliding my bum up close to his. OK, Peter Jones had aroused something in me, I didn't know what, but Jack definitely did. He was young, tallish, slim, well built.

We talked for quite some time about Kate and her flat, about his job at the store, his college course and what he wanted to get out of it. He bought me two drinks, I wanted to get the next ones in. I took our glasses to the bar, to be greeted by a slightly older (maybe 35) and rather buxom barmaid. She was serving a customer and, as she took the money, he leaned over and gave her an absolutely enormous, long kiss! She took the cash and came to serve me. I obviously looked puzzled.

"Don't mind us my dear, it's all for charity" she said serving Jack's drink and indicating a notice behind the bar.

"KISS A BARMAID FOR £1, PROCEEDS TO THE LOCAL HOSPITAL CHILDREN'S UNIT".

Another customer came and sat on the stool next to me and looked at us both. Basically looked at our four boobs.

"OK, both of you, a kiss each for a three quid" I looked at her, amazed. She looked surprised too.

"OK, for a fiver" he said as we hesitated.

I took the plunge, hell, it was all for charity. I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, making sure he got his money's worth as I slid my tongue in and round his. When we separated he gasped but did not have time to recover, my 'partner in crime' grabbed him and repeated the process.

"Right" she said eventually letting him go. "Fiver please". He handed it over, I reckon he had just had his money's worth. The barmaid smiled at me.

"Thanks, love, you didn't have to do that. I'm Justine by the way, not seen you in here before."

"Well, it's all in a good cause. I'm Bethany, no, I've been staying with my sister, we are both away for a while after tomorrow, working abroad. Just here for a farewell drink with a friend."

I indicated Jack on the other side of the room, he had been joined by a very young-looking friend, they were both watching the football on the large TV.

"Is that Jack? Gerald's nephew, yes it is, my he has shot up, not seen him for a while. I suppose he can nearly come in here alone legally now, it must be his birthday in a couple of months."

A couple of months? That meant - he was only 17. I was cradle snatching. Before I could think properly what that meant another customer came along, he had obviously heard from his friend.

So we both kissed him, again long and hard, another fiver for the fund. I was enjoying my last night in England. Justine went off to serve a customer at the other side of the bar, the guy we had just 'accommodated' lingered, he was staring at my titties.

"So how about a bit more for another fiver?" he said.

I must have been thinking in female mode, I knew exactly what he meant. I pulled him along to the end of the bar and round the corner, and asked to see the colour of his money.

"A tenner for both, or no deal" I said.

We were out of sight of most of the customers, he pulled out a tenner and I looked, indicated where he should put it. He did - he slid it deep between my boobs. Then he put both hands 'down' my cleavage and pulled them out of my bra top, he was fondling them, I was getting excited, the nipples were swelling, getting hard, he started to suck, I was delirious.

I wanted to give him as good as I was getting, I reached down myself and started to rub his swelling erection through his trousers. He gasped in surprise, I kissed him, and he erupted. He climaxed in his pants, he was amazed, so was I. I had a strange power over men - no I didn't, I just had enormous tits!

He released them as he shuddered, then quickly looked round to make  sure none of his mates had seen. He turned and almost ran towards the gents. I felt embarrassed, turned and tucked my tits away again, I noticed Justine grinning. I went over to her. I looked down my cleavage. "I just earned a tenner for the fund! Trouble is, it's down here, help."

She grinned, so did I at the humour of the situation. "Never seen him in here before, Bethany, but I guarantee he'll be back. Now, come on through, into the back room."

She opened the bar flap for me, I looked back and felt rather deserted. Jack had not come looking for me, he was still gazing intently at the TV! I followed Justine into the small room behind the bar and, rather embarrassed again, started to undo the top of my basque to reveal my breasts. I pulled out the note and looked up.

Justine was standing there. She was staring at my huge exposed breasts, she was breathing heavily, she was stroking her own left breast with one hand, and rubbing the other over her skirt between her legs. She was getting turned on - suddenly so was I.

Without saying a word I moved towards her, she looked up. I touched her lips with mine and felt her breasts press against me, we were kissing. More than that, we were fondling, exploring, I slid a hand up her skirt and felt her knickers, and slid a long-nailed finger inside between her legs, and into her cunt! I felt her respond - very positively indeed, she was loving it. And so was I!

We kissed again, she was becoming more aggressive as she realised she had a willing 'lesbian' partner, for the second time within ten minutes I felt hands down my cleavage, pulling out my breasts. But Justine was more knowledgeable about this, she didn't just 'manhandle' my tits, she was stroking, caressing, kneading them with her fingers, then teasing my nipples with her lips.

I was almost screaming with delight, they were SO sensitive, the tingling feeling as she stroked her nails across an erect nipple was just sensational. My fingers slid deeper into her vagina, fondling her wet hot insides, feeling her juices really begin to flow. We kissed again, our breasts pushing hard together, our legs caressing each other. As I fingered her cunt she began to shake violently, to breathe ever so deeply, to cry out.

"Oh Bethany, oooooh, yes, Yes, YES!! OOOOOh that is good, that is SO good, oh my love, my love, OOOOOOh YES!!!"

She thrust her vagina hard towards me, kissed me passionately, and shook with sheer delight for maybe a full minute. I know now they didn't hear us in the bar, but I don't know how. We pulled apart, kissed once more.

"Bethany, I don't know how you learned to finger-fuck a girl like that but WOW, that was the best ever, it was sensational."

I didn't dare tell her I had only 'been a woman' for a few weeks, and that was only my second lesbian experience.

"Now, Bethany,  let me do you, I know, come back to my place at closing time, I have one king of a dildo, it's 14", hollow, but never mind, I got it for my ex-husband, he had such a small cock. He never got it all up me, not quite, I'd LOVE to fuck you with it. How about it?" I was tempted but I knew it was not to be.

"Justine, sorry, I really must get back to Jack, maybe after I come back from the next job, maybe."

We kissed, I redid my lipstick, by now it was showing wear, and went quietly back through into the bar. The football had just finished, and Jack had just noticed my absence! I took the drinks which had been waiting.

"Now, drink straight up, we are off back to the flat"

I kissed him and stood there, and slid my hand down to pull up my micro-skirt, showing just about everything, stocking tops, bare thigh, panties, I leant over so that my bulging titties were almost falling out in his face. His friend looked at us both in amazement, he looked about 16. But young though he was, he knew SEX was about to happen. I was on heat.

I suppose I should have spent a night at it, teasing Jack, stripping for him, undressing him - but I was horny as hell and in a hurry, we never got back to the flat. On the way we paused in his uncle's shop doorway, basically for a quick neck, I needed him. He had his key, we went in and, over the counter in the half-light, I couldn't wait.

I got my big boobs out - again - for him and pulled his pants down . When I took his rampant cock in my mouth and sucked, he came straight away. I reckon if I hadn't he would have cum on the way back to the flat. I drank him down, every single drop, sweet and sticky and warm, now I knew I was a real bisexual, a cocksucker, a cissy, whatever. But I loved it. I left him there, still wondering what had happened to him.

By nine the next morning I was leaving all that behind me. I was seated on the plane at Heathrow. I was 'Ben' again, briefly, my tits taped up, baggy sweater and jacket, my nails and makeup and jewellery and all my sexy clothes packed in the hold, in some way I didn't feel right. I slept almost all the flight and woke, jolted by the landing, in Bahrain.

 

Chapter 9

As I approached the passport control desk, I could feel myself getting increasingly more nervous. I looked at my photograph in the back of my passport and knew that my appearance had changed quite considerably. My hair was now blonde and much longer, my face was far less 'chubby' than it had been and my eyebrows had been plucked into thin lines, even my skin complexion had improved over the last few weeks. It was now much smoother, I had far fewer spots and my need to shave, which was infrequent, was not necessary at all.

The immigration officer took my passport as I handed it too him, I noticed that my carefully shaped and manicured nails looked very effeminate as I did so, I quickly pulled them away. The clerk looked at the photo and then looked at me, he repeated that several times, then asked.

"Are you visiting on business or pleasure, Sir?" in a cold accented voice.

"Business," I answered. "I am to work at the 'Sheikhs Palace Casino' for a couple of months." He made some intelligible comment and then took his stamp out and hammered it onto a blank page in my passport, then waved me on.

It was like a great weight being lifted from my shoulders as I walked away to the baggage reclaiming area. It took a while for my bags to appear and as always they seemed to be one of the last ones to arrive, nothing changes. I hurled them onto the trolley and wheeled it through into the arrival hall. As soon as I got through the door, my eyes scoured the throng of people looking for Kate. Finally after a few scary moments I saw her waving frantically at me from behind a big fat Arab.

I pushed my way through the many people and made my way to her. Kate looked great, in a long loose white dress and gold strappy heel less sandals. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tight, I could feel my tightly bound breasts being squashed up a fraction more, I prayed that my implants would not burst under the pressure.

"It good to see you Sara!" she yelled in my ear.

"Err that's Ben!" I corrected her.

"Oh hell, yes I'm sorry, its just that I have got so used to calling you that," She sounded a little apologetic. "How was the flight?"

"Long, tiring and very uncomfortable. I will be so glad to get this damned bandaging off!" I said as I pulled at my slightly bulging chest.

"Come on honey, lets go back to the hotel and get you out of those horrid clothes" she grabbed the trolley.

I found it very strange how Kate really seemed to dislike me as Ben and seemed so eager to get Sara back. However I was already beginning to miss my femininity, being enforced to be Ben for the journey over had been hateful, and I was equally keen to get back into a dress.

It was sweltering outside for the short walk to the waiting car. I had to take off my jacket, as it was almost unbearable.

"Is that limo for us?" I asked looking at the long white Mercedes.

"Yes, it's one of the hotels courtesy cars" she answered.

"Wow its fantastic, by the way is this heat typical, its almost unbearable" I asked.

"During the daytime yes, but don't worry all the buildings are air-conditioned." Kate said as she closed the door, as soon as we were settled the car smoothly rolled off into the traffic.

It took about 45 minutes to drive from the airport to the hotel complex, I was amazed at how barren the countryside was, and yet how westernised the city itself seemed. The locals appeared to be fairly typical of what I had expected of Arab states. The men all in long white robes and the women in dark with the faces covered, it seemed so sad to me.

The hotel and casino complex was huge, much bigger than I had imagined. It stood on the outskirts of the city but right on the coast. The hotel must have had twenty-five floors but I lost count at the sixteenth. The car pulled up at a large entrance, which had an enormous canvas canopy, shaped like a sail covering it. As soon as the car stopped the door was opened by one of the many runners who were taking customers cars away to park them.

The hot air took my breath way for the few short strides into the hotel lobby. It was absolutely sumptuous, all pure white marble and thick lush carpets. There were huge statues of roman or Greek type characters lining the walls and a large waterfall cascaded from the ceiling into a pool in one corner. It was absolutely amazing. Kate went to one of the desks and soon returned with a keying in her hand.

"Come on, I'll take you to your room" she said taking my arm.

"Wait, what about my luggage" I protested.

"Don't worry, that will follow on" and with that she pulled me off down the lobby toward the lifts.

Kate's finger with a long glossy red fingernail adorning it pressed the fourteenth floor button, and immediately the lift began to move. Within minutes we were stood outside room 1415 with Kate sliding the electronic keycard through the lock.

The room was far better than I had imagined, it had two large king-size beds a lounge area, a balcony which sadly did not have a gulf view and a huge bathroom.

"You will be sharing this room with Shelly, don't worry she has been warned about you and does not have a problem with it." Kate explained as she pulled open the curtains.

"How many others know?" I asked with the other hostesses in mind, which Kate had brought out.

"All of them!" she said without turning around.

"Christ!" was that necessary?" I was surprised by her answer

"We felt it was necessary," kate said

"We?" I questioned

"Yes Jessica and I, thought that if they didn't know then you were possibly going to have to hide it from them and that eventually your 'cover' would be blown. We thought it best that they were told so that any who had a problem with you, could be weeded out before we left." I had to admit that she had a point and that it would be good not to be living a lie with them.

"Anyone else?" I asked

"No, nobody, other than us girls," with that a knock on the door disturbed us. Kate opened it to find a young Arab boy with a brass trolley and my luggage. He carried them in and left without saying a word, his eyes however never left Kate he obviously had an eye for western girls.

"I'll leave you to unpack and relax before you change into something a little more comfortable, Jessica and I share room 1423 give us a ring when you are back to normal. Oh by the way here there is another bottle of your vitamin tablets here, your still taking them, right?"

"Yes, just as you suggested, one every day" I responded obediently.

With those words she left me alone in the room, 'back to normal' her words were left in my thoughts, I really had no idea of what normal was anymore.

I was tired and felt dirty and needed a bath. I turned on the taps and whilst the enormous bath filled, I stripped of my masculine clothes. It was a great relief to finally have my breasts free from the confines of the bandages, and it gave me great pleasure to through them into a bag together with the rest of 'Bens' things.

The hot, foamy scented water was wonderful and very relaxing and after washing my hair which was now wrapped in a towel and then playing with my nipples which had become far more sensitive over the past week or so, I slowly drifted of to sleep.

I was woken abruptly by the bathroom door opening, and a girl appearing. The water was still quite warm and foamy but I must have been asleep for quite a few minutes.

"Oh! Hello, you must be Sara?" the girl was young quite pretty and dressed in a very short flared white skirt, and a white see through gossamer sleeved blouse with a gold waistcoat over it. She had long shapely legs coated in sheer tan tights and was stood in pair of very high gold stilettos. My hands automatically came up to my breasts to cover my erect nipples.

"Err, yes are you Shelly?" I asked feeling very bashful.

"Yes, I am so sorry to burst in on you like this, I didn't know you had arrived, sorry" she seemed genuinely upset.

"Don't worry, I suppose we had better get used to it, if we are to be sharing for the next few months." I said, trying to reassure her.

"I'll leave you to it" with that she closed the door.

I finished my soak and admired my pretty pink toenails as I lathered the soap up and down my legs. Finally I got out of the bath and dried myself off, towel dried my scrunched hair and combed it out. Then I wrapped a fresh towel around my breasts and with a deep breath went through to the bedroom.

I was amazed to see Shelly lying down on the bed in just her bra and tiny panties. Her body was very trim and lean, her breasts were quite small but well accentuated by the pretty underwired bra.

"Look," I said "this is pretty embarrassing for me, I gather that you know my little secret and the sooner we get this over with the better we will probably both feel" and with that I threw the towel onto the bed.

I stood in front of Shelly totally naked, she said nothing just looked, I guessed she was somewhat surprised by my bravado. I looked down at myself and saw my breasts standing firm and proud and my nipples erect. Further down I could see my penis limp and shrunken, with a fine smattering of pubic hair over it. Further down I could see my pretty pink toenails.

"Wow your amazing!" she said after what seemed an age. "May I touch them?"

"Erm, sure, why not?" I said somewhat surprised by her request. I moved over and stood by her bed. Shelly sat up and gently cupped my melons in the palm of her hands, and began to caress them.

"These are great! They feel and look perfect" Shelly exclaimed. I however was somewhat embarrassed to find that my body had begun to react to her touch, and I could feel my penis slowly beginning to rise. I placed my hand over it and tried to conceal my excitement. It was hopeless though, my erection was now beyond recall and was standing out in front of me like a barbers pole.

"I'm sorry, Shelly" I said self consciously, "it sometimes has a mind of its own"

"Don't be Sara, it lovely" and with that she moved her head forward to take the head of my erection into her mouth.

I had been in her company for less than five minutes and already she was giving me the most glorious blowjob. She had clasped both of her hands around my shaft and was pulling it into and out of her glossy red lip framed mouth. It didn't take long for me to feel my climax approaching.

"Stop, Shelly I am about to cum!" I tried to warn her.

She just ignored me and continued to suck and lick at my swollen member even more vigorously, making moaning noises of satisfaction as she did so. I could hold back no longer and I grabbed her shoulders as my knees weakened, and I released my seed into her eager mouth. I could hear her gulping it down and noticed a tiny dribble coming out of the corner of her mouth. She would not stop sucking and pulling at my penis until she had totally emptied me. Eventually she let my now cock drop from her lips, then she lifted the back of her hand and dragged it across her mouth to wipe it clean. The she fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes, and said.

"You a quite a girl, Sara. I have had males lovers and female lovers but you are just perfect, I think I am going to enjoy sharing with you."

 

Chapter 10

Well, after that - I needed another shower! So did Shelly but we were careful not to get at all involved in the bathroom. After the sexual excitement I was desperate to get dressed, I had been 'Ben' all the way from London, now was my chance to really feel good again, to look, feel and BE female. And I determined to go ALL the way, to do my best to look really good, I did know there were going to be twenty girls there altogether in the waitress troupe, and I did not want to let the ladies down.

It took me less than thirty minutes, I was getting practiced at this. My hair brushed down, makeup carefully applied, Mr Jones's dangly diamante earrings, my basque as tight as I could get it, high-leg black stockings and very high heels, I felt good as I chose my outer wear. A plunge neckline white blouse, extremely smooth to the touch, extremely short denim micro-skirt. I had forgotten my nails! More to the point, had I remembered to pack them? I was desperate for a moment, then found them at the bottom of the case. I chose the extra-longs, glued them firmly in place and then spent several minutes doing two coats of scarlet and one of extra-gloss on top. Finally I felt ready to greet this new world.

Shelly had disappeared as soon as she had dressed, where were Kate and Jessica? I didn't know anyone else here. I felt alone, then summoned up my courage. This was a hotel, where would you meet anyone? In the bar of course.

I headed across the hall to the lift and down to the foyer, then across towards the bar area I had seen when I came in. The reaction as I went in was lovely, there were about six couples around the room, obviously 'hostesses' and some of the men staying there. As I approached the bar one of a small group of men there came across to me. His eyes were wide - I read it straight away as he stared down my bulging cleavage. Lust, plain lust.

"Hello darling, I'm Forrest, can I buy you a drink?"

There was more than the thought of a drink in his voice. Already, after only a few minutes in public I was effectively being propositioned. I was unsure, but I needed a drink. I switched to my 'Bethany' voice.

"Why thank you, kind Sir, a gin and tonic if I may."

He got the drinks and led me by the arm right across the large bar, to a table some way from the rest of the couples.

"And who might you be my dear. Apart from the sexiest woman in the hotel I mean."

He was not shy, this one!

"Bethany, that's my name. I've only just arrived in the country, from England."

"Well I'm from Texas, Bethany, and I have to repeat, I find you really attractive, I hope we can get to know each other really well over the next few weeks. I'm here for the full four weeks. Plenty of time to have a lot of fun together."

I was amazed at his forward approach, I was going to respond when I saw Kate and Shelly coming across towards me.

"Bethany, cherie" said Kate. "We have been looking all over for you. Excuse us, Forrest, we really do have to have a few words with Bethany, she is new here."

"That's OK, but I want her back later" said Forrest, standing up, looking a little disappointed, and going back over to join his friends at the bar. Kate looked at me, wide-eyed.

"Bethany, how do you do it? There are about twelve of us here, the others are due to arrive in about an hour. Damn near every one of us has made a play for Forrest Gaines already, he's just about the most eligible bachelor here,  and now we find the two of you getting really cosy already."

"I can answer that" butted in Shelly. "It's obvious, he's a boob man. And the sight of that bursting pair of titties is enough to get him going. You are in there, Bethany, or at least you might have been. He is the most heterosexual stud in the party. And he is loaded - L-O-A-D-E-D in every sense of the word. Worth nearly a billion they reckon. Pity you won't be able to satisfy him, tell you what, pass him over to me, I'll willingly be Mrs Gaines for that kind of money."

I was incredibly embarrassed by this, she KNEW about my secret, what did she mean my the 'Mrs Gaines' comment, surely she realised I could never, I would never…."

BUT. I found myself wondering, and very puzzled by my thoughts. He WAS very - well - handsome. Handsome? What was I thinking, describing a guy as 'handsome'? And sexy too |I thought. Again I started at my thoughts, how on earth could I think of a man as sexy? True he was tall, well built, almost muscular it seemed , with an air of authority which came from being in control, of himself, his life, his riches. But handsome?

What was happening to me? Why was I having such 'female' thoughts? It must be the constant female company, the dressing and the makeup, maybe after-effects of the operation. Yes, that was it, I just needed to focus my thoughts on the job in hand, earning the cash to pay off my debts and get beck to being Ben and going back to England, and finding a good-looking girl to have all-night sex with. Keep thinking positive, Bethany, or rather Ben.

Suddenly Shelly and Kate got up, I think Shelly had seen someone she didn't want to talk to come into the room with a group of other men. I joined them, we decided to head back up to our rooms and maybe change.

"There seem to be a fair number of men around" I commented. "Not many wives, at least not that I've seen."

"And you won't see them, Bethany dear" said Shelly. "Not in this season. It's the 'rutting' season, you know, like the deer, showing off their attributes. Just man, on their own, away from the little women. That's what these guys all have in common. They come here every year for this conference, talking about oil, how much they've got, how much they're going to charge for it. And sex. That's what they come for as well, to ogle us girls and shag as many as they can in the month. And maybe find a wife, some of them, a buxom tart they can take back to the States or to Japan and show off to their mates. I really did think I had Forrest interested last year but, well, he's back again, still single and so am I."

I was amazed at her honesty. Looking for sex and for money. But then I thought - so was I really!

We got back to our room, Kate came in with us, she wanted to see which clothes I had brought with me. Waiting there, on the table, was an absolutely enormous bouquet of flowers. Shelly grabbed the card from me and read it aloud.

"Bethany. You HAVE TO dine with me. PLEASE. Tonight at 8 in the Velvet Room. Forrest."

"But I only met him ten minutes ago!" I exclaimed. "How did he get that here in that time?"

"Money, Bethany" said Kate. "You really have made an impression. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, I mean, I can't, not - have dinner with him. He doesn't know…"

"But Bethany, think. What would you LIKE to do?"

It was that question which decided me. By quarter to eight that evening I was ready. All the girls had got together to help me. Jeanine was a hairdresser from Islington, she gave me a gorgeous bouncy perm, expanding my hair in a mop of large blonde curls which fell down over my face.

"I thought about a bow or something, but it's best kept simple. Big hair for a big girl" she said, smiling at the thought of my 'secret' and the sight of my protruding breasts.

Faith was a beauty consultant in Bradford, she had done my makeup and had done a really good job, it was flamboyant but totally female.

"And kissable lips, really 'come-on' lips, I guarantee he will not be able to resist you my darling" she had said as she applied the final fourth matching coat to my very long bright red nails.

Glenda from Cardiff was a sales rep for a company which did exotic foundation wear. She had provided one of her samples, a black leather basque which took my waist right in, to under 20", and lifted my breasts right up and almost out.

"Use the zip at the front, Bethany, for a quick release when you want to get it off. Believe me, he is going to want to get it off."

Caroline was from the States, from New York, she had supplied the long sheer seamed stockings, with a black Cuban heel, which really did show off my legs to full effect.

"They won't snag, Bethany, even when he started to get into really heavy petting."

A gorgeous blonde girl from Oslo had provided the dress, black, short, tight, it plunged deep between my breasts, and gave me a sensational figure.

"But don't breathe too deeply my dear one" she breathed in a gorgeous sultry Scandinavian accent "Or they will definitely tumble!"

I knew exactly what she meant.

And it was Jessica who came up with the jewellery. She had noticed my earrings, the 'diamond' ones, and presented we with a heavy silver necklace and a bracelet in a similarish design. I felt totally gorgeous, then she asked me THE question.

"And where, dear Bethany, did you get THOSE earrings?"

I had to tell her they were a present from her father, and tell her about his visit just before I had left for Bahrain.

"So, Bethany, you could get to be Mrs Gaines - or you could be my stepmother!" Thankfully she laughed loudly at the thought, I had been worried how she would react.

As I went down in the lift, accompanied by Kate and Jessica and three of the others, I wondered how Mr Gaines would react and, indeed, how I would respond if he started making amorous advances.

"Don't worry, Bethany" reassured Glenda. "If there are problems just scream, we'll be there!"

As employees we girls - WE girls! - were allowed into the main bar but not in the Velvet Room except as guests, it was to give the men some security and privacy for whatever they wanted not to be seen doing. But the girls had clubbed together so five of them could dine there tonight, and watch over me, and report back, they were all fascinated at the thought of me, a TV, having a date with a billionaire.

The girls' efforts were rewarded as I strode across the foyer to greet my date. I felt incredibly happy, EVERYONE looked at me, I was just proud to do my best for Forrest, to give him the satisfaction of being seen with me. He took my arm, reached over and kissed me on the cheek, and we walked arm-in-arm towards the Velvet Restaurant.

The meal was sumptuous, I'd never had caviar before and Forrest said it was the very best kind. I didn't eat much, I was far too nervous and the basque I was wearing  really couldn't have coped with too much. Waiters kept appearing to cater for our every need. Kate said later it was because they knew Forrest was a great tipper, and so they could glance down my cleavage.

Thankfully the girls were behind me, I couldn't have kept up the pretence id I had to look at them during the meal. Over the coffee Forrest took my hand gently, kissed it, asked what I would like to do next. I knew what he wanted me to say but I just asked if we could go for a walk in the gardens there, it was cooler by then.

And the stars! They were so bright, there was a thin quarter moon, it was SO romantic, as we stood under the trees by the hotel I just had to. I pulled on Forrest's hand, then put my arms round his neck and lifted my lips to his. OK I had played around a bit with Jack and with Mr Jones but this was serious, as our lips touched and glided together, as my hands felt his strong back, as he slid his hand round my bum and squeezed, we kissed passionately. I didn't want that first kiss to stop, it felt so good, and I knew Forrest was enjoying himself too, I could feel as he pulled me close the swell of his erection.

But I had to stop, to go no further, I pulled away.

"Forrest. My darling. No more now, please, can we go have a drink?"

"Yes, my love. How about going up to my room?"

We did.

The room, or rather the suite, was totally sumpuous. But I didn't have time to admire it, as soon as we got there he started to fondle me again, I was in a state of total bliss as he stroked my breasts, I could feel my nipples standing proud. I pulled away yet again.

"Bethany, I am sorry, I can't help it, you are not like the other girls. Why are you here, surely it's not just for the sex, I mean, I can tell that."

If he only knew. I decided something like the truth was the best policy.

"Well, I have to admit it is for the money. I am working as a topless waitress in the bars here from Monday, I need the cash to pay off a gambling debt of my brother. He owes £10 000 and this seemed the only way to get him out of trouble in a hurry."

Forrest didn't speak. He crossed to the desk and took out a cheque book.

"What is the creditor's name, please? I need to do this, to give you as big a thank you as I can for a wonderful evening. Please, let me."

I told him 'Peter Jones'. He handed me a cheque, for £10 000.

I started to cry! I just couldn't help it, it was such a relief. it could be all over. I could change back to being Ben and fly home, I didn't have to be a waitress. I could give or send the cheque to Mr Jones, and get back to being Ben and living a normal life.

Forrest held me close, I choked back the tears, I had to dash to the bathroom to repair my face slightly. I looked in the mirror as I redid my mascara. Did I want to change back? To be Ben again?

When I joined him again Forrest handed me a gin-and-tonic, I downed half of it in one go. I just had to thank him, I grabbed him and kissed him hard, he responded by holding me tight. I could feel his right hand sliding up my sheer black stocking and stroking my thigh. The other hand pulled the zip at the front of my dress, he reached in and caressed my bare breasts. I French-kissed him harder. I could feel his cock rise again. I was feeling really romantic, I felt great, I felt on fire, I felt feminine.

"Forrest" I breathed sexily in his ear.

 

(continued)

 

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