Prayers Are Answered

by Caroline J Bradley

ã 2003

 

Chapter one

 

The quiet of a home office in the suburbs of Oxford was broken by the warble of a mobile 'phone,

"Hello?"

"Jim, it's David, I must speak to you right now – can you come over to the office?"

"No, I can't I'm too busy!"

"Too busy – your latest article has to be finalised by this afternoon if it is to make the next edition, for Christ's sake, Jim, get a grip and get a move on. If I haven't had your latest missive by 3.30 this afternoon, I'll write the bloody thing myself!!"

The phone went dead, Jim smiled – David always panicked at the last minute but the latest edition of the short stories he produced for the magazine was almost finished. It would be ready by lunchtime, he re-read the title "A short walk in the Shopping Mall" by Belinda Stone and proceeded to do some tidying up of the prose.

Jim had been a writer, and consequently on the breadline, ever since he went to University in Durham. He was a staff reporter on the Guardian for a while commenting on political issues, but he had filled in one week for the fashion section and was an instant success, much to the annoyance of the female fashionistas , writing on both men's and women's fashions. Belinda Stone was officially born then although Jim had always been interested to nurture a female side to his personality.

The years had been kind, ongoing writing and journalist assignments had led to writing a few books in both his male name and as Belinda, this in turn had delivered some sense of financial security and with it a wife, Jennifer, but sadly no children despite IVF. They were happy in their existence in a rambling mid-30's house in a small village south of Oxford, Jennifer worked as a television executive in London and was always out early and home late. Jim had slowly weaned himself off working in offices and took more time in his study to write and compose articles which paid the mortgage and kept them in reasonable financial health.

The fact that Belinda Stone did not exist or, worse, was actually a man, was kept secret from her readers despite many invites to open shops or to endorse makeup or clothing products, often for very fat fees. It was one of those invitations, two years ago, which set Jim and Jennifer talking; Jim mused on the beginnings of a particularly fruitful stage in his writing career…

"Hey, look, Jen, Jo Malone want to launch a range of cosmetics and they want Belinda to write on them. Seems like they are prepared to offer a fat fee, but it comes with a requirement that Belinda signs an affidavit that she uses their stuff." Jim smiled.

"They'll offer that much!" Jennifer held the letter, which had been sent to Jim's agent, Stephanie, "for that money I'll use it!" She smiled, then a twinkle appeared in her eye. "why don't you just write back and say yes, after all Jo Malone does really classy stuff."

"But I can't, it wouldn't be professional and I am sure they need a lawyer to attest to the fact that Belinda uses their stuff, and remember, I am Belinda."

"Oh, I do know that, but maybe…" Jennifer trailed off and smiled quizzically at her husband of 15 years,

"What?" Jim felt uncomfortable in her appraising gaze,

"Come on love, I know you like wearing my things when I am not here. I've known for years and even found your little cache of clothes and wigs and things" She smiled, Jim was astounded,

"But, how, why didn't you say?" Jim thought it best not to argue when Jennifer had that look in her eyes,

"Listen, there's no harm and it's quite cute really, you needing to express your feminine side to be able to write as Belinda – and you do write well with a woman's perspective. So, why not say yes to Jo Malone, try their stuff, sign a little piece of paper to say you have, and pocket, or should I say purse the money."

Jim smiled, "no harm really is it – Jen I do love you."

That evening, Jim dressed as Belinda and showed her to Jennifer for the first time, she was positive and also critical and commented that to pass as a woman would need some work. Encouraging Jim to come to bed in panties and a silk nightie, they made love with an excitement and passion not felt since the early years of their relationship.

"Mmm," purred Jennifer, "I like that, we should do that more often." She slipped rapidly to sleep with a smile on her red lips.

Two days later Jim had called his agent to confirm their agreement and a contract had arrived from Jo Malone, he read the salient parts to Jennifer.

"This clause states that Belinda has to have the goods applied by registered beauty therapist and that photographs will be taken, but not for publicity purposes. She also has to have a lawyer present to confirm the process took place, oh well nice try, I'll just say no then."

"Not so fast, this is too easy. Listen, I know Anita's Hair and Beauty salon uses Jo Malone and Anita has been doing my hair for ages, I bet she'll be up for this for a good tip and some free goodies from Jo Malone. Only problem is the lawyer." Jennifer had the bit between her teeth, "I guess Howard is not a good idea?"

Howard was the family's lawyer and could bore for England, he knew of Belinda but would not contemplate anything slightly risqué,

"No, and anyway he is not independent, but how will we get away with this?" Jim looked perplexed as Jennifer grinned whilst lifting the telephone and dialling, she was soon chatting to Anita and Jim cringed as the peals of high laughter echoed around the room. Resigned to his fate, Jim retired to his office and phoned his agent, Stephanie,

"Well love, I don't know how you're going to pull this off, but I want to see the result and to protect my 15% fee, let me know, I'll call Jo Malone and suggest that they send their lawyer."

Lettersand contracts were exchanged and a date fixed for the event in four weeks' time. Jim and Jennifer visited Anita's after hours later that week for a once-over, Anita was business - like but had a twinkle in her eye,

"So you are the great Belinda Stone, I must say whilst I do not agree with much you write, you certainly had me fooled, I'd have never guessed that you were Jenni's husband."

The women conferred and agreed dates for Jim's return. Once home, Jennifer dragged her husband upstairs,

"Right my dear, off with those clothes whilst I run you a bath, Belinda Stone's training starts here." Jim shrugged, secretly quit pleased with events.

In the bathroom, the hot water smelt of perfume and Jennifer had an array of bottles lined up on the shelf.

"First up, put these on," she handed him a pair of bikini bottoms, Jim struggled into the tight material which only just covered his awakening manhood.

"Not yet, dear," she smiled at his growing bulge, "now go stand in the shower cubicle." He did as he was told and she advanced with a tub of foul-smelling Immac hair remover and a spatula. Liberally coating his legs and torso she made him stand for 15 minutes before turning on the shower, he winced at the cold water but, as it warmed up, he watched the drain hole fill with body hair. He was then led to the bath and encouraged to soak whilst she applied masks to his face and shaped his toe and fingernails,

"Anita will do these properly a day or so before the big day, but you better get used to wearing nail polish and long nails." Whilst he soaked, she fiddled with his hands, applying medium length clear acrylic nails with a drop of superglue. Once stuck tight, she fussed and shaped them until she was satisfied. Jim had used false nails before, but always the ones with the sticky pads on which fell off so easily, these felt almost permanent.

Getting out of the bath, Jennifer handed him a tube of moisturiser and bade him to apply it liberally all over his body, it tingled as the cold cream touched his now hairless skin. The bikini bottoms now housed a huge bulge in the front, Jennifer eyed it with interest,

"We'll have to find a way to tame him won't we?" She grinned and took him by the hand to the bedroom where she made him take the bikini bottom off and replace it with a pair of cream silk knickers. Going to a drawer, she removed a bra and a large box containing silicone breast forms,

"These are much better than the cheap ones you have been using and they can be stuck in place." With that she placed the bra around his chest and fastened it before rotating it frontward and tightening the straps, she then carefully checked the position of the bra and used a pen to trace the inside of the cups on his skin. She then sprayed an alcohol like substance on his chest and on the reverse of the forms, allowing it to dry before spraying a strong silicone glue onto the back of each form and carefully positioned it into the bra cup before pressing home firmly. Jim immediately felt the added weight as the forms altered his centre of gravity.

"OK, Belinda, I'm going to get used to calling you that, now sit here whilst I paint your nails." Jim sat on the vanity unit stool and watched with fascination as Jennifer used dividers on his toes before painting them with two coats of a Givenchy deep red varnish. This was repeated on his new fingernails and she admonished him not to touch anything for at least 10 minutes whilst they dried. Turning him to look at her, she brandished tweezers and proceeded to shape his bushy eyebrows into a more feminine arch.

"There, that's much better, now I think that's enough for one evening. Here, put let me help you put these on, try not to smudge the nail varnish there's a dear." Jennifer handed over a long each satin nightgown and a matching negligee, she then found a pair of flattish mules in a leopard print fabric,

"I know you have used heels, but practice makes perfect. Let's look at you, do me a twirl." Jim complied and saw a look of consternation on Jennifer's bow as he completed the turn. "You'll need a lot more work, moisturisers and so on will help, but it's your hair I am worried about."

Jim smiled and walked over to his closet, reveling in the feeling of the weight of his new breastforms as he walked and the swish of the satin nightie against his soft, hairless legs. He brought out his cache of clothing and extracted his favourite auburn wig, Jennifer smiled and took it from him to brush and tease it into shape then she pulled it on and fussed with brush and comb until she seemed satisfied.

"Darling, you look very, very good and I am sure Anita's professionalism will add the final touches. But you've got to stay that way now until the day comes so that you are 100% used to all these female things. We'll need to get you an outfit for the day and some things to wear between now and then, most of my stuff is too small and your own clothes hoard is a bit too tarty for day-to-day wear.

Jim felt wonderful, relaxed and very feminine, as well as very, very turned on. The front of his peach nightie showed the bulge in his tight panties and Jennifer gently took his manicured hand and led him upstairs. Without saying a word, she made him take off his negligee and then took off her clothes until all she wore was a brief pair of black silk panties. Guiding Jim towards the bedroom mirror, she made him stand to admire the reflection of a soft smooth man in transition to the female state, she then knelt in front of him and ducked under the folds of his peach nightgown. Jim groaned as he felt her nails slipping up and down his panties, then he sucked in his breath as she expertly pulled his engorged member from the tight embrace of the satin and licked the end. She tasted his pre-cum as she slid his length into her hot mouth, Jim watched his reflection in fascination as he saw the outline of Jenni under his (yes his) nightie pleasuring him whilst his (yes his) breastforms were heaving up and down in excitement. His eyes closed in ecstasy as he rapidly reached climax under Jenni's expert control and he let out a squeal as he came fully into her hot mouth.

Jenni tucked his rapidly shrinking member back into the folds of the panties and then emerged from her peach tent, grinning.

"Well, there's a clever girl then and you are still all clean. Now it's my turn, you really turn me on like that, I had never thought of myself as a lesbian, but I sure fancy you

Belinda." She smiled and took Belinda by the hand, she was maintaining her promise to think of her husband as Belinda, laying down on the bed, breasts heaving and nipples erect, she guided Belinda in the soft sensual touching and gentle squeezing that had her nipples hard and painful and her pussy moist and pliant, rolling over Jenni smiled to find Belinda's bulge had reappeared, she pushed her feminised husband onto his back and lifted the folds of his nightgown. Releasing the now hardened cock from the panties, she pulled her own tight satin to one side and expertly guided the cock into her hot waiting pussy. Belinda moaned and Jenni started to buck and rock up and down on the shaft embedded in her tight embrace, moments later Jenni snorted and then held her breasts tight together as she lifted her head high and moaned,

"Oh yes, my love, yes, yes Belindaaaaaaaah."

Simultaneously, Belinda came again, lifting his hips and driving deep into his wife, causing her to orgasm again. They collapsed, exhausted and lay in each others' arms,

"Belinda my love, tomorrow we start making you into the woman we both want you to be." Jenni sighed and was quickly asleep, Belinda felt so wonderful and satisfied and, yes, feminine as she drifted into soft perfumed sleep.

  

 

 

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