The story so far…The fact that Belinda Stone did not exist or, worse, was actually a man, was kept secret from her readers, now was a chance to earn some real money and explore "her" feminine side, but never trust everyone…..

 

Prayers Are Answered

by

Caroline J Bradley
Ó 2003

 

Chapter Two

 

Jim awoke to the sound of the shower door closing,

"Good morning sleepy head, how's my Belinda this morning?" naked, Jennifer smiled at him as he came to and realised he was in bed, in a sexy long nightie and tight panties. As he moved, he felt the weight of the breastforms as they moved with him. He smiled,

"Just wonderful my love, last night was exquisite." He stretched languorously, feeling the soft satin of the nightgown move against his smooth hairless body.

"You better sort yourself out and have a close shave, I've put out some creams and so on for you to keep your sexy skin smooth and some perfumed shower gels, a girl has to smell her best." Jennifer smiled .

Showered and shaved, Belinda looked quizzically at the array of moisturisers, Jennifer had set them out in order, a firming cream, a day long moisturiser, eye firming gels and the like. He also spotted some wild yam cream, reading the label it seemed to contain natural progesterones, female hormones,

"Yes, try that in your face, it might just reduce your beard growth enough so that you can look more natural for your big test in 2 weeks' time."

Belinda remembered the contract with Jo Malone cosmetics and his need to pass a lawyer's eyes to ensure that Belinda Stone, the famous women's author could pick up an obscene amount of money just to write that she used their products. No-one outside a close circle of business associates knew that Belinda Stone was actually a man and they were trying their best to keep that secret, mainly because of the promise of some significant cash!

"Now, I've laid some day clothes out for you, but we'll need to get you set up properly, I'll leave you to get ready." Jennifer had thrown on a loose pair of jeans and a T-shirt over her top, "Breakfast in, er, maybe half an hour?" She giggled and tripped downstairs.

Naked, but feeling the weight of the stuck-on breastforms, Belinda firstly picked up a white underwired bra and the struggled a bit with his unfamiliar long red nails, but had enough practice to fasten it in the front first, then twist it around, put her arms though the straps and nestle the silicone forms in the cups. Next a pair of full white cotton and satin panties, carefully tucking his manhood under his kegs. A pair of light tan tights (pantyhose) beckoned and he carefully rolled them over each smooth leg, taking care not to gag the lycra on his nails.

Next up was a long-sleeved scoop necked T-shirt which fitted well but showed off an alarming amount of cleavage, he quickly pulled on a pair of stretch cotton trousers in a soft pink colour, they were Jennifer's but he had worn them before and, although a bit tight, they fitted fine. His painted toenails could still be seen through the fabric of the tights, so he slid his feet into some open-tied sandals and took ages to do up the buckle as the fingernails were so difficult to get used to.

Sitting at the vanity mirror, he smiled at his clear face with the newly-shaped eyebrows and started to put on some basic makeup. Years of practice paid off and a light concealer plus some even lighter foundation smoothed the edges, eyes underlined in a soft brown Kohl were emphasised with a brown mascara and a gentle application of a darker mustard colour on the eyelids. Satisfied at the reflection, a pink blusher changed the shape of the face and a coat of soft deep red lipstick was expertly blotted before a second coat was added. Finally, a light dusting of translucent powder removed any unwanted shine.

Belinda brushed out the wig, and pulled it on teasing out stray hairs and shaping the wig carefully. Searching through Jennifer's jewellery box, a gold chain necklace and matching bracelet were eventually fastened in place but no amount of forcing could get any of her rings on his much larger fingers, a similar problem with earrings as Jennifer had pierced ears and Jim had never bought clip-ons for himself.

"Wow, very good, you look better than me, turn around and let's see." Jennifer's eyes twinkled as she surveyed the results of Belinda's work, "Mmm, OK, yes, maybe…"

"What??" Jim / Belinda enquired.

"And we'll have to do something about that voice, Mmm."

"Stop Mmming and tell me what you're thinking?" Belinda demanded,

"We've got a lot of work to do, but the start isn't half bad now, sit down and have some breakfast whilst I make a list," Jennifer was all businesslike and smiled when Belinda looked forlornly at the mug of black coffee, orange juice and a few fruit segments,

"Well, what do you expect, we need to get your weight down a bit as well," Jennifer donned her reading glasses and, pencil in hand, started to jot down a list which eventually covered three pages of notepaper.

Twenty minutes later, Jennifer left Belinda to tidy up the breakfast things whilst she ran upstairs and returned, in moments, with a light fawn jacket and a tan shoulder-length handbag over one arm; on the other arm was a large black leather organiser bag and a cream jumper.

"OK, girl, time to go."

"No way, not like this, not yet." Belinda panicked,

"You've got to get used to this and how are we going to get things for you without you're being there to try things on. Anyway it will be fun and no-one will suspect, especially if you keep quiet. Just a moment," Jennifer went to her sewing basket and retrieved a tape measure; handing Belinda the notepad she quickly measured waist, under bust and bust size and hips.

"Mmm, yes, you need some hips but I guess you are a size 16 top and maybe the same on the bottom, what's your shoe size?"

"8 but these sandals fit and they're your size 6." Belinda glanced down at the strappy sandals, her toenails visible,

"Yes dear, but you can't wear strappy shoes all the time." Jennifer put the measure and the notepad into her capacious shoulder bag, helped Belinda into the jacket and popped a small bag of tissues and a soft purse into the tan leather handbag. Grabbing Belinda by the hand, she lifted the car keys off the hallway table and blipped the remote to open the car doors, opening the front door a quick check revealed no prying neighbours so, slightly unsteadily on sandals, Belinda tottered after Jennifer and slid into the passenger seat of the Toyota.

"First stop is the Mall at Blue Water, they're bound to be busy and no-one will give to girlfriends shopping a second glance. Here, there are a few telephone numbers on the pad, call them for me," Belinda glanced down at the pad and saw Transformation's London office number. Obediently and carefully with the unaccustomed nails, she entered the number into the car's handsfree system, a breezy voice answered and Jennifer immediately took over the conversation,

"Yes, hi, I need a waist clincher and a girdle with hip and bum pads to fit a size 16, can you help?" The salesperson was efficient and soon they had agreed sizes and colours and price, motioning to Belinda to dig out the credit card from Jennifer's purse, the transaction was completed and special delivery for the following morning agreed. Next was a call to Anita's to agree a first appointment the following day at 7.00am before the normal opening hours.

The rest of the day was a blur for Belinda. Once over the initial worries of being "read" she was happy arm-in-arm with Jennifer as the cruised from shoe shop (2 pairs of court shoes in the sale, a lovely pair of brown knee length boots and a pair of slingbacks) to lingerie outlet (bras, panties, suspenders and corsets in white, black and cream) to makeup counters (mostly cleansers and moisturisers and lipsticks Jennifer insisting the get Anita's guidance on the colours for foundations, blushers and eyes). Exhausted, they collapsed in a coffee shop and Jennifer ordered black coffee for both, once finished, she paid up and let a mildly protesting Belinda to the ladies room,

"Come on, you must fix your lipstick after a hot drink and I need to pee,"

"So do I," grinned Belinda, so they entered separate stalls and relieved themselves, Belinda opened the door to see Jennifer and another woman at the sinks and hesitated but the woman glanced at her in the mirror and then went back to her ablutions . Committed, Belinda washed her hands and dried them, admiring the glint from her long red nails. The she reached into her handbag and brought out the soft purse, opening it to get out the lipstick, she stared at her reflection and touched up the colour. The other woman smiled at her in the mirror and left,

"Well done, love, very professional."

Back to shopping, this time for skirts, blouses, camisoles, jackets, dresses and suits most of which did not seem to fit that well, but Jennifer was insistent,

"I know someone who can alter them a bit and you need the hips for the skirts and dresses, trust me. OK, now the final touches." She steered Belinda to a discount jewellery store and they tried on rings and clip-on earrings, bangles and necklaces. The rings were the most problematical so they then went to a proper jeweller where Belinda's fingers were sized and a few smarter gold-plated rings picked out.

Lunch was in a small salad bar with an over attentive waiter who Jennifer played up to, much to Belinda's embarrassment. Belinda's stomach groaned at the unaccustomed lack of volume but a sip of dry white wine helped. They both repaired their lipstick from the mirror in Jennifer's compact and then a final shop for an outer coat for Belinda in navy and a visit to Victoria's Secret where they bought matching peach nighties and negligees much to the bemusement of the assistant.

They arrived back home exhausted and it took both of them to carry the many bags of shopping indoors and upstairs. Jennifer insisting that everything was hung up on hangers of carefully folded and put away in drawers that had been hastily emptied of their boxer shorts, socks and assorted male paraphernalia.

"Come on, we both need to freshen up – go run a bath Bel," Jennifer smiled as Belinda pulled off her sandals and massaged her aching feet, "you see now how it hurts to be a woman sometimes?"

Jennifer insisted Belinda have the bath first, helping her remove clothing wig and makeup before critically appraising the almost hairless body,

"Anita will get you all smooth tomorrow my love, now shave your face again and we'll soak off those breastforms, it can't be good to leave them stuck on for too long. Also we'll need to take off those fingernails and the varnish on your toes so that you'll be all clean for Anita tomorrow"

Belinda complied and, in the mirror, Jim had reappeared except for a largely hairless body. Jennifer poured scented oils into the bath and encouraged Jim to take his time soaking in the oils. Cleansed and moisturised Jim emerged from the bath and submitted to further administration of lotions and Wild Yam cream to his face, neck and torso. Jennifer stepped back to admire her handiwork,

"Mmm, I like both Jim and Belinda. In fact I am not sure which I like best, but I do like him," Teasingly, she kissed her fingers and tapped Jim's flaccid penis. It responded quickly and they embraced, Jennifer's clothes coming off in a flurry of excitement before she gasped as he penetrated her on the bathroom floor and they quickly came together.

Resting in each others' arms, Jennifer smiled, "this is so much fun, it's great to have a girlfriend and to enjoy shopping but you'd better clean yourself up again and then to bed, it's an early start in the morning."

The alarm woke both of them from their deep sleep at 6.00am. Jennifer and Jim had both slept naked and she jumped out of bed and pushed him into the bathroom admonishing to have a close shave but to dress in the same feminine outfit as yesterday but without the wig or any makeup. After another light breakfast, Jennifer ran upstairs and brought down some of the new clothes purchased yesterday together with a large carrier bag and ushered Jim out of the door.

Driving quickly in the early morning traffic, they got to Anita's 15 minutes early, but the proprietor was already there. Pleasantries exchanged, Jim was forced to sit at a well-lit dressing table whilst the women chatted, he caught glimpses of the conversations,

"OK, yes, smart and sophisticated. His colouring isn't too dark so we'll need brunette or a dark blonde base colour, nails need to be working length and we'll need to do something about the hair growth over the next week or so."

A series of wigs and colour swatches were tried on until all agreed that a smart dark blonde with darker streaks worked best, the shape was teased and carefully cut to frame the face and fall just above the shoulders. Anita showed the best use of a cap to contain Jim's own hair and of the fasteners and glues to keep the wig in place. Anita then quickly cut Jim's hair to a very short length and expertly shaved off his sideburns.

She examined his fingers and toes and set to work removing unwanted cuticle and shaping toenails as well as the acrylic wrap nails for his hands. The women agreed that the long nails needed to be got used to so that he might as well have the fingernails put on now, the new acrylic wraps were good for at least a month.

Fingernails were stuck on and a base coat applied to both fingers and toes. Whilst they dried, Anita tried various colours of foundation from the Jo Malone range, eventually deciding to blend two colours together for the best results. Much fussing of hair, a further coat of varnish and subtle eyeshadow shades followed careful mascara and blusher application. Anita frowned at the choices of lipstick,

"The lips are a bit thin, we've got this new bee sting topical application which works in about an hour and lasts all day," she laughed at Jim's frightened look, "don't worry, it doesn't hurt, we use it for weddings and such but it goes down quite quickly." She applied some greenish gel to Jim's lips and retired to put a final coat of varnish on fingers and toes.

"There, just wait for the lips to plump up and we can put on the lipstick, looks good doesn't she?" Jennifer grinned,

"Yes, Belinda looks great but we better get going if we're to avoid the rest of your staff turning up for work. What else is needed Anita?"

"Oh, crikey, Jackie is normally here by now, you best go quick. I'll call you later, but don't let her shave her legs or torso, we'll need a few days and then to bring her back for a waxing." This time, Belinda flinched visibly, the women giggled.

Jennifer and Belinda thanked Anita and rushed out of the salon, cannoning into a young redhead who was trying to use her key to get in. The girl stepped back and smiled, then her eyes widened as she saw Belinda taking in the expert makeup, coiffure and manicure. Jennifer managed a "hello" before she pushed a dazed Belinda into the car and sped off.

"You think she saw anything/" Belinda asked, breathlessly,

"Don't know, hopefully Anita can find out or bring her into our little secret."

Back at home Belinda and Jennifer tried on all the purchases of the previous day and both were heartened when the delivery from Transformation revealed waist clinchers and girdles which, once on, gave Belinda the smooth curves and waist definition to improve the fit of the skirts and dresses. Jennifer measured and pinned many of the items and then ran out of the house saying she was going to her dressmaker to get them altered as a matter of urgency.

Alone in the house, Belinda walked carefully in the new shoes enjoying the feeling of nylon-clad thighs brushing against each other under a dress of Jennifer's that fitted well now that the waist clincher and figure enhancers were doing their job. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and smiled at the smart woman staring back at her, perfectly polished nails, rings and bracelets glinting in the morning sunlight. There was a knock at the door, Belinda froze, she looked through the window to see a delivery lorry outside and a uniformed man standing with a parcel and clipboard in his hand.

The knock was repeated, with heart in mouth, she stepped forward and opened the door, a tall young man looked up and smiled,

"Morning maam, parcelforce," he proffered the small parcel, which Belinda took, and then held out an electronic pad for signature, Belinda hesitated and then signed "Bel Stone." The man smiled again, thanked her and left.

The next few days saw Jennifer and Belinda out often, to the shops, to restaurants and to bars. Belinda was learning quickly and becoming expert at hair and makeup as well as feminine deportment. They had hired videos on voice training from transvestite magazines and even attended a voice coach who advertised help to the transgendered community. Finally the week of the lawyer's meeting for the Jo Malone cosmetic agreement came and the training stepped up a gear with Jennifer forcing Belinda to go out alone and shop and then meet Jennifer at an agreed venue. Two days before the meeting, they reappeared at Anita's at 6.30am for a final finishing touch.

"We need to improve the beard cover a bit, you say you're using Yam cream, that should have had some effect but maybe she needs a heavier concealer, especially if it gets a bit hot," Anita had removed Belinda's day makeup and applied a thicker concealer to remarkable effect. Now, this may hurt a bit so go into the treatment room and off with everything but your panties.

Belinda complied meekly and both women went into the treatment room with her as she lay on a high table staring at a tub of warm wax.

"Off with the bra and the breastforms dear, we need everything as smooth as possible." Anita had a glint in her eye which seemed to harden as Belinda squealed as the first strip of wax was ripped off her long legs. The torture took almost an hour until the women were satisfied and Belinda was handed a soothing moisturiser cream to apply all over to reduce any redness,

"Wear loose clothing for the rest of today and you'll be fine by tonight," Anita smiled, "now a final check of your nails and let's give your hair a tweak" All was completed and the women agreed to meet half an hour before the scheduled appointment at Jo Malone's lawyer's offices for the accreditation and signatures. As Belinda and Jennifer were leaving, they ran into the redhead once again, who smiled quizzically and then froze as her eyes dropped to Belinda's torso. In keeping the waxing as simple as possible, she had removed the breastforms and, in dressing had left bra and forms off as her torso hurt.

Belinda's manicured hand flew to her non-existent breasts and she ran to the car with Jennifer in tow. Once home, Jennifer called Anita,

"No, Jackie didn't say anything to me, maybe she didn't notice."

Everyone forgot about the incident at the salon as the day dawned for Belinda's big moment. Jennifer had set out a very smart grey striped skirt suit with a white silk camisole and helped Belinda get ready.

"You look fantastic darling, no-one would be able to guess, no remember all you have to do is to take you Jo Malone products with you and the lipstick and apply it when you get to the office. Your agent will be there and she assures me that the payment is immediate."

They drove to the agreed venue and, as arranged, met with Anita in the foyer. She smiled and the women repaired to the ladies room for Anita to give a final touch up on the makeup and hair. Suitable primped, they met up with Belinda's agent, Stephanie whose wide eyes and big grin signified serious confirmation of the woman Belinda had now become.

"Jesus, is that you, Jim, I mean Belinda. Shit you've got better legs hair and makeup than any girl I have seen, let's go and get some serious cash." The four women giggled and proceeded to the lawyer's office.

Despite all the preparation and the attendant nervousness, the proceedings in the office were mundane and over very quickly. A female representative from Jo Malone was very pleasant and confirmed that Belinda's makeup and the contents of her makeup bag indeed included her products. Belinda made a show of using Jo Malone's ruby red shine lipstick and then Belinda signed the papers. The lawyer, an older crusty man clearly uncomfortable with so many women and so much makeup, countersigned and handed the cheque to Belinda,

"I'll take that Belinda," Stephanie smiled, "after all I need to protect my investment.

The four women walked out of the office and across the street to a smart restaurant where champagne was ordered and drunk. Stephanie passed an envelope to Belinda who checked the contents and handed it to Anita, she opened it and her eyes widened,

"That's a thank you for all your hard work, Anita." Belinda said quietly, the best way she could keep her voice from revealing too much emotion.

"So, what's to happen to Belinda now?" Anita asked with a smile, turning to Jennifer,

"That's up to her really," Jennifer grinned, "she's my best friend and maybe she should decide." All eyes turned to Belinda whose blushes showed through the foundation, everyone laughed.

Belinda and Jennifer returned home and saw the advert on the television proclaiming that Belinda Stone, that scion of women's fashions and writing, was an accredited user of Jo Malone cosmetics. The huge cheque had been safely banked by Stephanie and Jennifer was beaming with happiness and admiration for Belinda,

"You know, I could get used to Belinda being around, if that's what you want, you seem so much more caring and relaxed somehow."

"I don't know," Belinda's voice wavered, "I have enjoyed all the attention, but I am not sure what is best. Let's sleep on it." Jennifer grinned and took Belinda's hand as they went up to bed, to collapse exhausted after a long, slow, sexy lovemaking session.

The following morning, they were both awoken by the telephone, Jennifer answered,

"Jenni, it's Anita, have you seen the papers. I am so sorry." Jennifer went white and rushed downstairs to retrieve the newspaper from the front door mat, Belinda close behind, page 4 held the details…

"Belinda Stone, famous women's writer, is actually a man," the banner stated in big block capitals, "sources at a local beauty salon reveal he/she has been coming in regularly for sessions. Women across the UK register their shock."

"Bastard," Jim's gruff expletive emerged from lips showing traces of lipstick, "it was that Jackie at Anita's." At that moment there was a knock at the door, without thinking, Jennifer opened it to be blinded by the flash of a camera and a reporters microphone being thrust in her face, the cameraman moved quickly and took photos of Belinda before the house owners managed to bungle the intruders out of the door.

"Oh shit, now what." Jim's mobile burst into life, angrily he replied,

"What!"

"Jim, it's Stephanie,"

"Yes, yes I've heard and we've been doorstepped by the press."

"It gets worse, Jo Malone have been on arguing misrepresentation and demanding their money back. Do you want me to get Howard, your lawyer, onto it?"

"Shit, yes, I simply signed to say Belinda Stone uses their bloody stuff. No-one asked me to state that I was a woman!"

The house phone rang, Jennifer picked it up and slammed it down again, "they've got our home number, no what do we do?"

To Be Continued

  

  

  

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