The story so far…The fact that Belinda Stone did not exist or, worse, was actually a man, was kept secret from her readers, but succumbing to a chance to earn some real money and explore "her" feminine side, her secret was out and the press were hounding at the door…….

 

Prayers Are Answered

by

Caroline J Bradley
ã 2003

 

Chapter Three

 

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

"Shit, I don't know." Jim was in a testosterone driven typical male rage, belying the fact that he still wore a long satin nightdress and matching panties with perfectly manicured finger and toenails from the previous day's activity as Belinda Stone. Jennifer, his love and the willing accomplice in this artifice to generate significant cash from a sponsorship deal, was smiling.

"What the hell is funny, this isn't funny you know."

"Darling, you look great and the irritated male voice seems strange from such a pretty exterior, but you need to decide who you are right now – either take the feminine attire and everything else off, or go upstairs and fix your makeup and put your wig on. Right now, I don't know who I am talking to, Jim or Belinda." The 'phone rang again, Jim snatched it up.

"Yes, he barked."

"Jim, it's Stephanie again. The cosmetics house has just called and are demanding their money back and are threatening damages from you for obtaining money on false pretences and for defamation of their brand. I've spoke to Howard who reckons they may not want their involvement released publically and, if that blasted woman who spilled the beans can be shut up, he things we can reach a settlement but you'll have to give at least some of the cash back. They've stopped the cheque by the way!"

"I see," Jim said quietly, "listen, Jenni and I need to decide what to do and how to get these bloody reporters off our doorstep. I'll need to call the 'paper as well to see what they want to do. I bet David and the staffers at the newspaper are having kittens. Let us get this sorted and I'll get back to you, in the meantime, can you ask Howard to try to sort something out with Jo Malone's lawyers?"

Stephanie, Belinda's agent, agreed and rung off. Jim / Belinda told his wife the context of the call before the 'phone rang again, it was David from the office,

"Well, Jim, or should I call you Belinda, that's dropped us all in it. The Editor is apoplectic that Belinda's true identity is out in the open but I think we've calmed him down. I know you're being doorstepped right now, in fact one of our guys and a photographer are out there now trampling your roses. But listen, the features team have met this morning and we have got an idea to help us all get out of this mess, want to listen?"

"Do I have a choice?" Was the contrite response.

Jim / Belinda listened carefully, interspersing the long monologue with a few detailed questions, then hung up.

"Well?" Jennifer asked after passing over a mug of steaming coffee, Jim explained the plan and they both agreed it was probably the only way forward.

An hour later there was a knock at the door and Jennifer, by now fully dressed in smart designer jeans and a cotton overshirt, opened the door. She let three people in, David, whom she knew as Jim's Features Editor, a cameraman who introduced himself as Pete and a lighting engineer who remained wide-eyed but silent. She led them through into the sitting room.

"Wow, Jim." David explained. Jim rose, fully dressed as Belinda in a smart blue dress with matching long-line jacket, matching court shoes and full makeup and jewellery.

"Hi, David, meet Belinda." Jennifer smiled and stood by her husband.

The photographer set up a number of poses of Belinda with and without Jennifer by her side whilst David fired a series of interview questions, recording all on a portable Dictaphone as well as making copious written notes. The photographer and assistant left about an hour later and the questions kept on flowing, David filling pages and pages of shorthand notes. In all the session lasted almost 3 hours with Jennifer listening intently and adding items of detail as well as providing food and drink. At the end, David rose, shook Belinda's hand warmly, kissed Jennifer and left saying,

"thanks, both of you. I am going to tell the sharks out there that you have given your exclusive story to us and they might as well go home now. But you know that our rivals, particularly the Sun and Mirror, will want at least a picture before they'll go. Are you up for that at least?"

"I guess so, it will be better to get them away now rather than have our front lawn ruined any further. Listen, thanks, David, let me have a copy of the article before it goes to press." David just smiled and let himself out, two minutes later he rang the doorbell.

"OK, they're livid about the exclusivity but they have agreed to leave the area for 24 hours in return for some photos and a short question and answer session, are you OK with that?"

"Do I have a choice? Just me or Jenni as well?"

"Both of you would look better. It will be a scrum out there, but just stay calm and I will try to control the hounds."

Jenni and Belinda looked at each other nervously as David opened the door to a barrage of shouts and flashes. He motioned them out onto the doorstep and both were blinded by the fusillade of flashguns and the shouts from the photographers. In all, the session lasted 20 minutes with David choreographing questions from each of the representative news media and allowing Belinda or Jennifer to answer. It was an exhausting process, many of the questions were on the theme of Belinda's sexuality (no, I am not gay), the impact of duping thousands of vulnerable women into believing that their fashion guru was a woman (what harm was really done, if any?) and a number of frankly intrusive questions which were ignored.

Eventually, Belinda and Jenni were ushered back indoors and David left them.

"Well, that was an eye opener for everyone, David did a good job and he is a good interviewer isn't he?"

Belinda smiled, "yes, he came into features from political and knows how to steer a session to get the results he wants, or in this case, what he wants the readers to see tomorrow."

"You're sure this is the right thing to do now?" Jennifer frowned,

"My love, I think this may be the only way to preserve our sanity and allow me to come back at some point to writing the column. A lot will depend on David's article and how the readers react and, of course, how the other papers spin the story. If they all reject Belinda Stone as some sort of transvestite horror who has duped them all these years, then we are done for, if not, well let's hope. Now, I separately need to relax and I'm going to have a bath if that's OK"

Belinda rose, gathered up a smart blue leather handbag, kissed Jenni fondly on the lips and went upstairs. Removing jacket and dress, and hanging them carefully in a wardrobe now well-stocked with smart outfits for Belinda, she gazed at herself in the mirror. Looking back was a tall, smart woman with lovely auburn blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, matching blue camisole top concealing the mounds of an ample bosom and pretty blue French knickers beneath which lacy suspenders held up sheer stockings. Her long red fingernails and smart rings, earrings and necklace completed the image of femininity. She kicked off her shoes and glanced down at the colour of her toenails peeking through the stocking's feet.

"Very pretty!" Jennifer was standing in the bedroom doorway, hands on hips, a smile on her lips, "you sure know how to look good as a woman, I'm sure I have never seen you less stressed and more, well, sexy."

Belinda smiled and held out a manicured hand, Jennifer walked forward and held her partner's hand,

"Hold on a minute girl, are you trying to seduce me dressed like that?" Belinda's smile broke into a grin as her painted lips parted. Jenni continued, "well maybe I should be doing the seducing if you are the woman you think you are. Give me a few minutes and get yourself ready for some action."

Jenni untangled her fingers and disappeared down the hallway. Belinda, her heart racing and an uncompromising bulge starting to tent her blue silk underwear, quickly moved to the dressing table and, with practiced hands primped her hair, repaired her makeup and liberally spritzed her favourite perfume onto neck, cleavage and, with a smile, her crotch. Selecting a light blue short negligee, she arranged it over her underwear and slid into bed.

Belinda lay there for what seemed like ages and was just about to go and find out what was happening when Jenni reappeared. Belinda gasped, gone were the feminine accoutrements and soft curves of Jim's wife. Standing at the doorway was a figure clad in black; black leather basque with pointed breasts, black leather knickers and suspenders with matching stockings. Impossibly high heeled black leather (or were they PVC) thigh length boots and long gloves were set off by a cascade of black waist length hair and heavy makeup.

"Hello, Belinda, Jenni's got one hell of a surprise for you. I've been saving this for the right moment ever since you started dressing properly and I'd always wanted to be a dominant mistress with my own sexy lady lover. Stand up and let me look at you girl."

Stunned, Belinda got out of bed and stood stock still as Jenni ran her gloved fingers over the blue satin. Moments later they were locked in a deep passionate embrace, Jenni pulled away,

"No, no, you're the gentle lady here. Just lay back and let me do all the work my love, that way we will both enjoy ourselves." Belinda did as she was told and watched, wide eyed, as Jenni unhooked the front of her basque to reveal her breasts tightly constrained by straps causing them to be forced forward creating two huge mounds. Jenni was clearly aroused as her nipples were deep red and very prominent.

"You look so feminine and so sexy, I want you to feel everything a woman does when she is taken by her dominant lover. Now, kiss my nipples." Jenni lowered herself to straddle Belinda and forced one of the hard nipples close to Belinda's lipsticked mouth, instantly Belinda latched on and Jenni emitted a groan of pure animal lust.

They writhed together in a passionate embrace, showering lipsticked kisses all over each other. Belinda's long painted nails seeking, and finding, the tight leather stockings and gently raking the bare flesh tensioned by the suspender straps. Jenni abruptly stopped and levered herself off the prone Belinda. Her smeared lipstick accentuated her broad grin, she looked down at the partially disheveled form of her husband who appeared as a very sexually excited woman except for the huge bulge emanating from her crotch.

"We better do something about that first," she said pointed a red fingernail at the tented panties under negligee. Without pausing, she gently lifted the satin material and slid her hand into the leg hole of the blue panties, freeing Belinda's raging cock from the confines of the tight material, she then carefully pulled the panties up tight and ran her long nails up the shaft of the red hot penis. Opening her crimson lips, her tongue flickering in anticipation, she bore down on the erect member and expertly kissed and caressed the moist head and shaft before taking the twitching penis into her eager mouth. Belinda's body arched as, in quick succession, Jenni squeezed her balls and gripped the base of the penis hard before starting to move up and down, driving deep into her mouth.

The excitement and sheer lust was too hard to control and in seconds, Belinda squealed as her cock expanded in Jenni's hot mouth and then shot a huge load of cum into the waiting throat. Not a drop was spilt as Jenni kept milking and milking until, despite continued stroking and sucking, Belinda started to relax and go flaccid.

"There my love," Jenni smiled, "now you just lay there and enjoy this, it is my turn."

Jenni stood and walked over to the dressing table, she wiped her lipstick off and applied a fresh coat and picked up a jar of moisturising cream. She returned to the bed and made Belinda roll onto her side, lifting Belinda's panties to one side, she liberally spread the cool cream over her buttocks and gently fingered her virgin hole. Belinda moved awkwardly,

"What are you doing?"

"Shh, my love, just relax." Jenni's finger found and invaded Belinda's body creaming the entrance to her fresh opening. She then took a pillow and placed it under the small of Belinda's back rolling her back so that her hips were raised.

"Here's the surprise I promised," she smiled as she stood once more and carefully removed her tight leather panties. A long thick shaft protruded from her crotch, she was wearing a dildo and, from it's position and lack of supporting straps, it was clearly double-ended. Belinda's eyes widened.

"Now, my dear, it is time to enjoy sex as the woman we both know you want to be."

Gently at first, Jenni straddled her partner and guided the dildo so that it forced its way toward her virginal hole. Jenni used fingers and more lubricant until it slid into place, the first centimetres creating a small opening.

"Relax, widen your legs and just breath normally and relax, yes that's it." Jenni felt the pressure ease and very gently advanced her hips, her own eyes shut briefly as the pressure transmitted itself along the shaft of the dildo into her own hot, wet vagina. Slowly she advanced more and more of the hard rubber into Belinda's tight but willing body until vagina lips touched buttocks.

"There, how does that feel my love?" She breathed,

"Wonderful, I feel full and pressured but I feel like I am totally at your mercy and I want you to take me and make love to me," Belinda sighed.

"Your wish is my command." Jenni started to thrust with small movements at first, but in increasing intensity as the dildo slid in and out of her own vagina. Suddenly the pace quickened and Jenni arched her back, nipples engorged and eyes closed as wave upon wave of contractions started at the mouth of her vagina and spread deeply into her body and soul. She shuddered to a halt, breathing hard and deeply. Belinda was laying beneath her, eyes tight shut, lips pursed in a wicked smile. Without opening her eyes, Belinda moved her stocking clad legs around Jenni's waist to grip Jenni from behind, forcing the dildo deep into each other's body. This triggered another wave of heat and Jenni drove deep once more, she came immediately, but could feel Belinda rocking beneath her.

"Oh yes my love, yes yes, that's good oh yes," Jenni breathed encouragement as Belinda arched beneath her and her eyes opened in surprise as her body shuddered. Belinda was impaled on a hot wet dildo in her no-longer virginal hole and a gentle heat was suffusing from there across her whole body like a warm mist. It was incredible, Belinda felt her own nipples erecting under the breastforms and her skin tingling with pleasure, yet it was unlike the violence of a male orgasm. Belinda sighed and relaxed slowly, smiling in pleasure and love at the new-found delights of Jenni's dominant sexual role.

"Wow, that was incredible." Belinda's smeared lipstick belied the sheer feelings of femininity that were coursing through her male body. "I just love the feeling of you and seeing you cum like that, we must do that again!"

"Again and again my love," Jenni smiled and lifted herself off the prostate form of Belinda, "you seemed to cum yet your cock is still limp."

"I know, it was a warm gentle glow rather than a normal pumping orgasm. But it was so sexy and wonderful, thank you."

"My pleasure," Jenni smiled again. "I guess I better change for bed now and you better clean yourself up my love." They both got ready for bed and fell quickly asleep, Belinda nestling in Jenni's arms.

The rattle of the letterbox announced the delivery of the morning papers and Jenni jumped out of bed to retrieve them. Belinda woke slowly and went into the bathroom to relieve herself, wincing at the very sore feeling from her recently deflowered rear.

They both silently read the article, written by David and placed under a prominent picture of Belinda with the headline "Belinda Stone; man or woman, manipulator or guru?"

"Shit," said Belinda reverting to male mode, "they've distance the paper from me and left it up to the readers to decide whether I should stay or go. I've been hung out to dry."

"It's not all bad, he repeated a number of very positive reviews you had prior to them knowing who you really are, and the readers may always surprise you. But I agree that a letter line phone-in or email poll is a little cruel. We'll just have to see what Belinda's grateful public really think. Listen, you go and get changed I'll nip up to the newsagents and buy the rest of the papers. Let's really see what the press think."

30 minutes later Jenni and Belinda sat at the kitchen table with 7 or 8 newspapers strewn all over the floor and every flat surface. The reading was grim, most of the Guardian's rivals had adopted the "Transvestite pervert dupes millions of women" stance with unflattering pictures of Belinda clearly doctored from the previous day's session. They sat in silence, a small tear appearing in Jenni's eye. The 'phone rang, it was David,

"Jim, I am sorry but the editors insisted that we try damage limitation. I can tell you that the phone, fax and email have been red hot with a 50:50 mix of supporters and more negative responses. The good news is that our sales have shot up today, but I guess that may not be good news for you. I'll call later today with the latest results, but you might like to think of going away for a while until this all calms down."

Jenni and Belinda talked over the options and they both agreed that Belinda should disappear for a while. Reluctantly, Belinda went upstairs to change and emerged as a very smoothly shaven soft skinned Jim and hour later. They had to get out of the house, if only to stock up on shopping and agreed to run the gauntlet of the few journalists who had reappeared that morning. This was accomplished with few problems and Jim called Stephanie and Howard on the mobile to assess progress and damage.

He paraphrased the outcome of the calls to Jenni as she drove to a distant shopping mall.

"It seems Jo Malone are happy to keep their name out of this and will not be pressing charges, but we'll get no money for all the efforts. Stephanie thinks I should get away as well and maybe just lie low for a bit, maybe she'd right but where and when?"

"Jim, Belinda, hell I am confused now. Listen, you know you should get away and I can come out to wherever you get to. I'll need a few weeks to sort my office out but I have at least 2 week's holiday left. You should get away, probably away from the UK and, who knows, maybe you can start writing that book you've been going on about for so long. You also need to decide what is going to happen to Belinda, not just the women's writer but your need to be her."

"I know, maybe you are right, I need some quiet time. I'll have a look on the internet when we get back to try to hire somewhere for a month or so, maybe in central France – we enjoyed that time in the Dordogne two years ago."

They chatted and planned as they shopped for essentials, eventually returning home to find the message light on the answerphone flashing, it was David,

"Jim, bad news I am afraid, 64% of messages received so far are negative only 25% supportive. I guess these women don't like to think men understand them. The Chief has told me to let you know we will be ceasing the column immediately, HR will write to you with the severance package. I am so sorry, but that's life. Call me."

"I'm not really surprised," sighed Jim, "it was always a bit of an artifice but it paid the mortgage for a while. Oh well, I guess I had better get on the internet and find myself somewhere to stay.

An hour later, thanks to budget airlines, car hire and "Vacances en France". A one-way flight to Bordeaux had been booked for the next morning together with a small hillside house overlooking the Lot valley some 200Km South East of the airport, near a small town called Daubes. Jenni agreed that it seemed fine and that he should go straight away and that she would follow a few weeks later in order that she could sort out her own work schedules. Jenni helped with packing,

"I think you will need these as well," she said smiling whilst holding up lingerie, hosiery and shoes.

"You're right, I could dress all day and no-one would see me," Jim smiled as well and together they packed a second suitcase full of Belinda's things, "it will allow me to try to decide what I really want to do about Belinda."

  

To be continued…………………….

  

  

  

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