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Surprise, surprise!

by Bethany Jacques

  

1 Surprising an old friend

 

It only started out about a year ago. Actually, really, it was much longer ago. But two years ago things REALLY got going. It was when Mike, my brother-in-law, asked me to have a look at his computer, the CDR wasn't doing what it should. So one evening when his wife, my wife's very best friend and business partner, was visiting my wife - it all gets just a bit complicated here, anyway, I went over to see what I could do.

After about an hour I thought I had it sorted, it was a software rather than a hardware problem, I shouted down to Mike to show him what I'd done but when I called he wasn't there. Probably gone over the road to see his wife, or mine maybe. I said it was complicated.

Mike and I had been mates for donkey's years, ever since school sixth form. Done everything together, even dated best friends, Marianne and Carol. And yes, even married them. OK, we'd all split up to go to college, the girls both got into Cambridge, I went to Exeter, Mike went to Oxford so we were some distance apart but we still met up in holidays and for weekends and so on. Mike stayed on to do his Master's, I left and got a job and married Carol about 6 months later, we reckoned we could afford it by them, both working and so on. Mike and Mari got hitched another 6 months after that just after he started work.

And we all lived near Brum, we liked the area, felt accepted there, on different sides of the city to start with but later we ended up in two nice houses on opposite sides of the road, and only about 100 yards apart. The girls were delighted, living so near to each other, they ended up setting up their own small business together, and Mike and I still got on really famously.

Anyway, back to THE day. The first day. The very first day that I realised my mate of long-standing had an interest I hadn't known about. When I realised Mike wasn't around I decided to have a bit of a play, to see just what Mike's so-called 'super-computer' was about. It wasn't really super, just quite a bit newer than mine. From the Desktop I clicked on 'Documents' and saw - to my surprise - a filename which surprised me. It surprised me a lot.

'Jennyinlondon.jpg.' I recognised the name. I'd seen it before. I'd downloaded it. I clicked to be sure and - yes. I was right. Mike had been careless, shouldn't have left the shortcut there, he should have deleted it but he hadn't. I looked. At an attractive woman on a street probably in London, chatting to a street vendor of some sort. An attractive woman, I have to say, but then like I said I'd seen it before. And other pictures of Jenny in different places and in different poses. Including pictures of her in very smart and attractive dresses, or in exotic skimpy lingerie, or even in school uniforms. And others where, proudly protruding from under her skirt you could see her cock. Jenny was a transvestite, probably still is. I'd never met one, never even seen one in real life except maybe one day in Centenary Square in Brum but I wasn't really sure about that one. If I hadn't had Carol with me at the time I might well have followed her. Him. Or her, followed her to try to find out.

But on the Web, that's different. I'd seen lots. Absolutely loads. I loved to look at the ultra-feminine figures and faces and legs and hair of men dressed as women. But Mike - that surprised me. I'd known him for years, never suspected ...

"Well Ben. You too?"

Mike had surprised my day-dreaming, I hadn't heard him come into the study - the small bedroom really. And what he had said and the tone of his voice had surprised me too. How long had I known Mike? Years, obviously. Yet I had never realised, and neither had he, that we shared a common interest, a common fascination, with TVs. Trannies. Transvestites. Men who liked to dress up in women's clothes. I smiled, rather weakly, at him.

"Well, I think the CDR is fixed, mate. PC up and fully running."

Mike didn't say anything. He just reached up to the CD rack beside the PC and took a disc from it, one hand-labelled 'footy pics'. He leaned over my shoulder to put it into the machine, then took the mouse and clicked through the directories. He double-clicked a file, I didn't see which, and on-screen appeared a picture of a woman. Except I knew, I KNEW, it wasn't a woman. This was a tranny, sitting in a café somewhere smiling as 'she' reached for her coffee cup. You could see people all around the edges of the picture, obviously this was a tranny who was 'out', or at least one who went out dressed up.

And dressed? Well! The image was outstanding. A 'woman' with longish red hair, gorgeous makeup, tasteful but good-looking jewellery, and a wonderfully sexy outfit - white blouse deep cut at the front to show some cleavage, short tight black skirt, stockings and high heeled shoes. I'm sure they were stockings. I looked at the picture. Then I looked at Mike. He smiled at me.

"That's Rebecca, somewhere in the States, Ohio I think, my favourite tranny, she just looks so gorgeous. If she wasn't a man I could fuck her, really. What do you think?"

I had to agree with him, and countered his efforts by going online and finding 'Kathleen' - an English TV he'd not encountered before. Some of her pictures are not that brilliant but when I showed him the series with him/her in a purple latex dress, a gorgeous redhead in black stockings and very high heels his only comment was - Mike always was much cruder than me - "Christ I'd love my cock up that cunt!"

At which point I heard a noise from downstairs - the girls were back. Mike quickly took charge of the mouse and logged off quickly, ending up on a financial services site in case one of them popped a head into the study. As I left a few minutes later Mike returned to the topic of transvestism.

"You ever dressed yourself, Ben? I bet you have. I did a bit when I was younger, in my mother's stuff. Just a bit you understand. Couldn't do it now though."

Indeed he couldn't. Just before college, having been medium height for all his teen years Mike had shot up. And since then he'd broadened out, to about 6 foot 3 and nearly 14 stone. Not a 'womanly' figure at all. And that's not saying anything about his hairiness, in some ways I'd been jealous of his manly very hairy chest.

I had to admit it - he'd been honest with me. "Yes, same as you Mike I think, in mother's stuff. And after we got married I did think about dressing in Caro's clothes but really she's way too small."

Carol was not exactly petite but heading that way, certainly more than a whole size less than me in girly clothing terms. His last comment surprised me.

"I bet you could in Mari's clothes, Ben. About size 12, some of them are 14 I know. They'd be about your size I reckon."

I looked at him, somewhat amazed.

"I reckon you should give it a go, mate. Could be fun."

I thought about what Mike had said as I walked home. The idea did appeal, though I was still very surprised he'd mentioned it. And over the next few days, it kept coming into my mind again. Mike didn't say anything, I could tell he hadn't forgotten, but he was waiting for me to say something first. And when, on the Friday afternoon when I got home, my wife said she and Marianne wanted to go shopping in Brum the next day, and would it be OK if they went in my car, the thought of 'dressing' popped into my mind again.

The next day, just after they'd driven off I went over the road and round to Mike's back door. I don't know why really, just seemed the 'safer' thing to do in some way.

"OK Mike, we've got about five hours I reckon. What about this dressing up lark then?"

I wasn't really surprised - he'd thought of it too, he was just about to give me a ring and suggest it. We didn't take all the five hours, it took Mike about half an hour to clear up the stuff he was doing and another half to pick out some things he though suitable. So a couple of hours after going round to his house I was parading round the living room wearing one of Marianne's dresses and a pair of her tights, over a bra and panties and tights. The shoes had been difficult, my feet were over a size too big but I'd found a pair with about 1 1/2 inch heels where I could loosen the ankle strap and slide my feet in. I was worried I might stretch them too much, but Mike said his wife rarely wore that particular pair anyway.

"So - how do I look?" I asked him eventually, sitting on the edge of his sofa and 'provocatively' crossing one nylon-clad leg over the other.

"Actually Ben, not too bad. You surprise me, OK you've not had the chance to choose very carefully or to buy special stuff like lingerie or makeup or a wig. But your figure is not bad, I think the shape of the dress helps."

I looked in the big mirror in the hall. In some ways not bad but in others - well - I was a guy in a frock, and a silly-looking guy at that. I decided to change back, well before the ladies were due to return. We had plenty of time to straighten things out and get them exactly where they had come from and still had an hour to spare.

And that could have been that, been there done that, got the T-shirt etc. In fact over the next couple of weeks, though Mike and I chatted a bit about what we'd done and what we thought about it a few times, when we were on our own, neither of us mentioned a repeat session. Until Carol told me she and Mari had another conference lined up, on a Friday again it was, and said they wouldn't be back until after 10. Which gave us loads of time after work to do just that, have another session though this time Mike had come up with a skirt-and-sweater combination he thought I should try.

And we did it again, and again, three or four times over the next couple of months, trying different outfits of Mari's each time, going just a little further on every occasion. Mike bought some stockings and a suspender belt for me to wear, I got some clip-on earrings and the next time a cheap ladies' watch, and so on.

Then, as the run-in to Christmas began, Mari and Carol were busier and busier in their business, most of the time while Mike and I were both at work but just sometimes at a weekend. At the beginning of December Carol mentioned that the 'girls' would be off in Newcastle the next Saturday, and she hoped we wouldn't mind, or maybe we'd like to come along too, make a weekend of it. I umm-ed and aah-ed at the suggestion, by that time I was really getting into the dressing up lark and I'd had a couple of thoughts, a full day at it would be wonderful. As it was Mike had to say no in the end, he had a client who was staying in Brum Friday night, needed 'client-sitting', looking after the evening before.

And I was a bit busy that Friday evening too, didn't see Mike at all until I went round to see how he was getting on at about 9 on the Saturday morning.

"OK Ben. Time for Bethany, do we think? I've got a surprise for you, went shopping on Wednesday, something I'd like to see you in. How about it?"

If Mike hadn't suggested it I'd have done so myself. I had a couple of surprises for him too. Shoes, I'd managed to find a pair to fit. OK my feet aren't massive but in Ladies' terms they are big. In a factory shop I passed on my way back from work every day, while looking for a pair of ordinary men's shoes for me I had looked over the women's section briefly and come up with 3 pairs which I had thought would fit. They hadn't been particularly expensive and I'd bought the lot as well as the pair of ordinary black shoes I'd gone in for. I hadn't had time to be embarrassed, in fact the sales assistant hadn't even looked in the boxes, she just scanned their codes and asked me to sign the card receipt. When I got home I'd tried them, with a pair of Carol's tights over my feet to get the right thickness. Perfect. I felt very pleased with myself. I could have tried on the stockings I'd bought too, in the supermarket, but didn't want to go too far, not at home, not with Carol due soon.

"OK Ben, how about this?" asked Mike, holding up one or Mari's dresses, a simple black number, quite similar to one of Carol's which I'd always thought she looked good in. Your actual basic LBD. The dress looked good, but the size didn't. It was bigger than Carol's LBD but I had doubts about getting into it and said so.

"OK then how about - voila!"

Mike held up something. I couldn't see what at first, then I realised. Any self-respecting tranny admirer should have recognised it at once but I just wasn't expecting it, and the light caught the clear plastic packaging rather oddly at first. But I got it as soon as Mike moved it. It was a basque. A black lace-up basque, one of the 'figure enhancers' I'd seen in tranny magazines and on so many TV pictures online. Black, shiny, and tight. I gasped a little.

"I reckon with that on, Ben, you can get into the dress, and what about this as well?"

It was obvious Mike was feeding some fetish of his. Like many men, me included, long willowy blondes feature high up on our list of desirable females. Indeed Make had married one. Well, long, blonde, and not too far from willowy at least.

"So I'm to be Marianne, am I?" I suggested. "Just because you couldn't get her into a black basque."

"No, Ben. No, definitely not. Its just when I went into the sex shop, you know, the new one in the City centre, near that PC shop you almost live in sometimes, they had this on special offer. Less than half price. And a wig might make such a difference. I think so anyway. So, how about it? Want to give it a go?"

At which point Mike's mobile beeped, he'd changed the ringtone, I'd told him 'The Sting' was a naff tune and he'd put on something else which that first time I didn't recognise. I did later!

He answered it, muttered a bit, mainly listening, then said "OK, about twenty minutes?" and rang off.

"The Rugby Club. The treasurer's not there so I have to go down, I'm the only one they can find with the keys to the safe. Well, want to do it while I'm gone? No wives until late tonight. OK?"

I thought. Didn't take me long, the thought of the basque, and the wig, and the shoes I'd brought, together they sent a bit of a tingle down my spine. And elsewhere.

"OK then Mike. I'll give it a go."

 

2 Dressed to surprise

 

He really did have to dash off, I knew he'd get to the club in about a quarter of an hour the way he drove, it would have taken me about twice the time. But he had the sort of car you just have to drive fast - to justify buying it really. I set to, looking out the black panties I'd brought, they would go well with the basque, well, the bustier really, it was a combined job, bra and 'cincher', that's the name, just couldn't think of it for a moment. Not a word you come across in everyday language.

I stripped and showered first, pulling the panties on tight. Then the basque, that was a bit of a nightmare. It really was rather tight, very elasticated but I could feel it doing its job. And when I pulled on the lacings, well. It was some piece of engineering, let me tell you. As I pulled tighter and looked in the mirror I could see my waist shrinking, but also the small amount of 'spare flesh' I had round my waist, that seemed to be pushed upwards and to mould itself into the cups of the bra section. That, together with the slight padding under the bra cups, combined to give me something approaching the 'hourglass' figure beloved of all trannies worldwide. I realised now how some of the guys - the trannies that is - I'd seen on the web did it. With that basque or an even better quality version, a femme figure really was achievable.

Quite what Mike expected to find when he came back I didn't know but I wanted to do as good a job as I could, not for him, for me. I was heading down the road to full-blooded tranny-ism, and I liked it!

The stockings came next. Yes, stockings. Black and quite sheer, not seamed though, I'd thought that would be going too far. I slid them up my thighs, enjoying that classic TV feeling, and clipped them to the straps at the bottom of the basque-cum-bustier. It felt good. Very good. I slid my toes into the black high heels I'd bought, the ones with about a 4 inch heel, and stood up. For the first time in shoes properly my size, and for the first time in such high heels. I walked steadily round the room, loving the feeling of my nylon-clad thighs rubbing together as I walked, and enjoying the high-heel experience for the first time really. It was fun, it felt so good, and I was thrilled I coped so well with the heels. When I looked in the mirror again - really I was a little disappointed. A man in a frock, well, no, in a basque actually, but a man definitely, and a rather silly-looking one at that.

But I had to get on. I hadn't finished yet. My other slight surprise for Mike and for myself was a gift-pack of make-up items, good quality, I'd splashed out on at the new Selfridges in the town centre. I'd read comments online from trannies, one thing several had said was that you should always use good quality make-up, that cheap stuff may seem as good but it wasn't. So I'd looked for a gift pack, one with all the bits in, and found one by Dior, yet again at a reduced price, just like the wig Mike had bought. And in the previous week, on two occasions when Carol had been out in the evenings, I'd had time to practice a bit, to look at some of the hints and tips in a couple of her magazines. I laid out the items, the blusher, the eye-shadow, the eye-liner and so on beside Mari's own stuff on her dressing table in the bedroom, looking carefully where I put things and at her stuff so I would be able to leave everything just as I'd found it. I set to, carefully and methodically, a little foundation first, then covering the whole face but not too thickly. Blusher, mascara, eye-shadow, eyeliner, eyebrow pencil, all meticulously applied as I'd practiced and as I'd seen in the magazines.

I loved the experience, the artistic efforts needed, as I progressed I began to feel more and more feminine, to actually feel like a woman 'putting on her face' before going out or something. The lipstick came last, very steadily and slowly outlining my own lips with what I thought was a cute 'cupid's bow' in the middle of the top lip. I used a thin lip-liner to finish, then a slight covering of lip-gloss.

Finally, the wig. It wasn't quite as long as I'd first thought, nor yet quite as blonde, I didn't know quite how wigs were sized and I don't think Mike did either, But it did fit smoothly and snugly over my head, covering up absolutely all of my own thinning and slightly darker hair. I clipped the two tiny clips into place behind the ears and gave the whole wig a bit of a brushing, feeling it pull down on the clips, it felt tight. But secure. Then I looked at the whole facial effect.

And this time - I felt good. Very good, The man in a frock, or whatever, had gone. Nowhere to be seen. And in 'his' place was a woman. An attractively made-up blonde woman, maybe a little younger than me but - I did think I might have been misleading myself at the time but I genuinely did believe it - female. Most definitely female. I loved it!

And I'd nearly finished. The stick-on nails, a brightish red to match my lips I hoped, were in fact easier to put on than I'd feared. The fake gold hoop earrings looked good too, clipped to the lobes of my ears, showing clearly under my longish blonde locks. I had a quick look in Mari's little jewellery box and found what I wanted, something I'd seen her wearing before, a black velvet 'choker' with a single gold oval-shaped embellishment at its centre. I tied it on and then slid onto my fingers about five of the cheap costume ring's I'd bought, basically fitting them onto whichever fingers they fitted. The ladies' watch came last, then I stood and turned to reach for Marianne's little black dress.

My own excitement was mounting but the tight black panties were doing their job, preventing anything from showing, as I stepped into the dress and pulled it up round my shoulders. Right then I could have done with Mike to help zip me up but I managed despite not being used to the longish fingernails. I picked up the handbag I'd got out on Marianne's wardrobe earlier and walked down the stairs. She has a longish mirror in the bedroom but a full-length one in the hall. I stood about two metres from it. I looked. I trembled with excitement, it was an almost-orgasmic experience seeing for the first time, in almost my full glory - Bethany. The woman I'd often imagined being. Well, now, courtesy of Mike and indeed Marianne, I was looking at her. Her. Definitely her, or at least that's what I wanted to think. I realised I was wearing things I'd bought myself, some Mike had bought, some of Marianne's but nothing of Carol's. Somehow that seemed right.

I busied myself for a few minutes, then the phone rang. Maybe it was Mike, maybe it was Marianne, even Carol, or indeed someone else. I realised it wouldn't be strange if I answered it, whoever it was, Carol or I were often round here and sometimes on our own. It was Mike.

"Sorry Ben, more problems here than I thought but it's all sorted out now. Be back in fifteen I hope. All right that end?"

"Sure Mike. I'll still be here?"

Mike's voice became much quieter. "Did you try the dress on, wish I'd seen it. Was it OK?"

"Yes, sure Mike. See you soon." And I hung up.

I turned and crossed into the kitchen, opening the fridge. Mike wasn't much of a cook, Marianne always had to leave him meals prepared, she was sure he'd either not eat or just get junk food of some sort if she didn't leave him anything. I was right, there were a few pieces of a pie and a winter salad. That would do. Very quickly, again the long nails got in the way a little but I coped, I got the things out and onto the table in the dining room, cutlery and crockery and so on, and a bottle of white wine from Mike's wine rack with a couple of glasses. I left them there and went into the lounge as I heard the car draw up. I breathed in, deeply, trying to prepare myself. I heard the front door open, then the lounge. I looked up and smiled.

"Hello Mike. Ready for lunch? Would you open the wine please, I'll serve." I looked at him again, and couldn't keep a straight face. I just grinned.

He grinned too. "Christ Ben, I never expected .... You look great."

"Bethany" I said. We had discussed tranny names, what the femme version of me should be called.

"Err - yes. Bethany. I mean - I'm very impressed. Really. You look very good. Way better than I imagined. That dress suits you, it really does. Look, Bethany, I'd date you. Really I would. I've dated far less attractive women, well, before Mari or course. But you, well, I thought you'd make a good-looking tranny but, with the makeup and the wig and dress and all, streuth, you really do look totally female. I mean it!"

And after that we settled a bit. Mike poured us both a glass, then had a second himself, and a third, while I served the meal. As we ate, as the wine got to him a little, he kept on saying nice things, paying me compliments, I was just loving it. What tranny wouldn't?

Then, as we began clearing away, his phone rang. Again. I got the tune this time. Lola! The Kinks, how appropriate. It was Mari this time. Again Mike mainly listened, muttering responses, he was trying to speak clearly but it was a bit difficult, he'd had most of the bottle of wine, I'd just had the one glass.

"Tomorrow" he said, slightly surprised, into the phone. "No, that's OK. What? .....Oh yes, I know, don't worry, I'll get some........ No, this afternoon............ Sure............... Right then, bye love."

He put the phone down. "Shit!"

"What's wrong Mike?" Surprisingly, even though the TV session was really finished I kept up the voice, still trying to sound feminine.

"Mari's parents. They rang her, they're coming here."

"What? When?" I asked, obviously alarmed.

"It's OK - Bethany." Mike grinned, again. "Tomorrow, late morning. But I have to get some beer in, Mari's Dad is very particular. Boddington's Special Export, it has to be, and I had the last can the other day. Mari just wanted me to get some."

"Oh that's OK then" I replied. "You can go out later. Anyway, shall I change now?"

I looked across at Mike, smiling. I'd had fun. The dressing up and making up had gone so much better than I'd expected. "Thanks for the things you bought, Mike, I really had a good time. I never thought I'd have the chance, well, you know, after seeing trannies on the web and on TV, to do this sort of thing myself. It really has given me a buzz."

I started to move towards the door in the hall, to head upstairs and to become Ben again.

"Whoa, hang on Bethany. How about we both go get the beer now? You come with me? OK?"

I looked across at him again. True he was a bit tipsy but he wasn't that far gone, Mike always could hold his drink better than me. Bigger guy, really, more bulk, I suppose that diluted the effect to an extent.

"Surely you don't ..."

He interrupted me. "Ben, or rather Bethany. You look great, believe me. Nobody will ever realise. And we don't have to go far, just to the shops, we could go to the arcade the other side of the ring road, you know, by the Stratford roundabout, nobody we know goes there I don't think. You can do it, come on."

It was my turn not to speak. I was amazed he had suggested it. One the one hand it did seem a totally daft idea, yet on the other hand ....

"Bethany, that's who you look like, and sound like as well, you may never get another chance. Listen, you remember that .jpg I showed you last week, that tranny Georgina standing outside the Black Bull in Halesowen, remember, we've both been in that pub. I'd never have believed it myself, she obviously enjoyed herself going out and being seen and having the picture done, well you could do the same sort of thing. Anyway Bethany, I can't drive, not after that wine. We can go in my car but you'll have to drive."

 

3 Supermarket Surprise

 

That did it. I'd only driven Mike's car a few times, he was very possessive. The chance to drive it myself, even just for three or four miles, I had to take it. But - dressed like that?

"OK Bethany, decision time. You can slip Mari's leather jacket over your dress, it'll go quite well. You'll look really good. How about it?"

I smiled at Mike and cooed. "Very well, honey, I'll drive you there. But you have to do all the talking. OK?"

Mike got me the jacket, with it on and Mari's black bag slung on its long gold chain over my shoulder I followed him nervously out to the car. He got into the passenger side, again nervously I slid into the driver's seat and started up.

"Bethany, calm down. Look, sorry, is this really a good idea? I could go later ..."

I reversed carefully out onto the road, pausing very briefly both to relax myself and to look across at my passenger. "Mike, I wasn't sure but, like you said, I may never get another chance."

I slowly drove off, revelling in the twin experiences of looking down at my legs, in the short skirt, exposing lots of thigh, and of actually driving a car in high heels, something I had wondered about bit had obviously never done. It was easier than I thought, after about a mile I began to enjoy myself. Until I had to pull up at the lights just before library and looked across to see a police car stopped in the other lane.

I shook, Mike must have noticed. He put a hand on my knee. "Just calm down, take it easy Bethany. Pull away gently in a moment, no speeding, you'll be all right."

"Take your fucking hand off my knee Mike, this is hard enough without them thinking you're groping me. Please." I had hissed quietly to him, he got the message.

I looked across. The officer in the passenger side saw me - and smiled. I smiled back.

The police car pulled away first, I glided Mike's car easily in behind it, luckily it turned next left. I didn't want to have to cope with that at the shopping arcade. I managed to slide into the car park next to Tesco's. Mike got out.

"OK now. Want to come in with me? Or wait here?"

Again decision time, and again, I did really want to. I didn't allow myself time to think, just opened the door and got out as delicately as I could manage in that short dress. I followed Mike into the store and just stood beside him while he got the cans he wanted, then walked back with him to put them in the boot.

"Right Bethany. Last thing. How about a coffee, we could go into the Tesco café, I really could do with something like that, black preferably, we never did after that wine at lunch. Last thing, I promise, then home. You up for it?"

"What the hell?" I said, moving across as he closed the car door. "In for a penny ...."

There were not many people around, surprisingly for a Saturday lunchtime, maybe because the Blues were playing Liverpool at home, perhaps lots of people had gone to the match. I decided to make the most of it, I was settling much more, I took Mike's hand and we walked purposefully towards the supermarket.

I looked around. Two young boys were leaving the store, obviously ahead of parents who were probably still packing the shopping. They didn't give me a second glance. Another couple walked past, didn't notice me, maybe too engrossed in each other or in what they were heading to do. A middle-aged man was walking out of the store, concentrating on balancing about three items he'd bought, obviously without a bag. he saw me. And he nearly dropped them!

I squeezed Mike's hand for reassurance, and managed to get into the café part of the store without mishap, I settled at a table while he went off to get two coffees. I needed black coffee too, not that I was affected by the one glass of wine I'd had, it was just that I needed the calm time to settle down. I'd passed about ten people on the way in, and I'd 'passed', excuse the pun. Nobody thought I was any different from what I seemed, a woman, early middle age, out shopping with her husband. Actually, no, no ring on my finger. With my boyfriend then.

Mike brought the coffees and settled opposite me.

"How you doing, Bethany?" he asked quietly. "Did you see that guy nearly drop his shopping, he was looking at your legs, you know. Mind you I don't blame him. They look fantastic in those stockings. They are stockings aren't they?"

I looked across at Mike. Maybe the wine did have a slight effect. "Would you like to see?" And I crossed my legs, yet again allowing my hem to slide up to reveal just a hint of stocking top.

"Streuth, Bethany, watch it. You never know...."

We both tried hard not to grin, to keep things calm. We finished our drinks and headed back to the car, again holding hands, again with no noticeable comments from any of the other shoppers in the car park.

"I'll drive now, Bethany, thanks. I'll take it steady, I'm OK now."

So he did. I just sat and reflected, on an extremely satisfactory day so far. A day I'd never thought I'd see, me, Bethany, all woman, out and about. I just wished, somehow, we'd managed to take a camera, get some pictures. But no, never thought of that."

When we got back to Mike's house I deliberately didn't grab his hand as we went it, just in case of nosy neighbours. In the dining room I noticed the remains of our meal, never properly cleared away. "Better see to those, darling, there's two of everything - and lipstick on my glass. Wouldn't do for that to be found, would it?"

Then before heading upstairs, I did lean over and plant one big kiss on his cheek!

"There, with love, from Bethany. Thanks!"

I tripped upstairs and then stripped, cleaned up with the make-up remover I'd brought with me, showered and dressed while Mike started putting clothes back where they had come from. I followed him round and checked, making sure as best I could that Mari wouldn't notice anything.

As I walked back down and across the road to my own house I wondered just what the people I'd seen had thought. The policeman, the guy juggling the shopping, maybe some of the people in the café. Had they thought ' I think that's a man dressed up', or maybe even 'she looks nice'. Nice thought, that one. I hid away in the loft the things I'd used, the items and the make-up and so on, also some things Mike had given me, for me to hide in my secure loft hidey-hole rather than risk them any longer in his house. The basque, the wig, and so on.

I came down the loft ladder, shut it away, and sighed. What a day!

And that was really the end of it. I didn't feel the urge in quite the same way to keep on trying Marianne's clothes, Mike did mention once to me at the end of the following week that we might like to try it again but he really didn't seem so keen. And I wasn't either, it seemed we had both cooled off somewhat after the hiatus of that day.

Until the night of the dinner party, that is. We always joined them for an evening usually just before Christmas, about the 10th or 11th of December, sometimes with another couple, Mari was a very good hostess. A few nights before, as we were chatting about it, Carol told me that apparently Mike had gone with Mari to a rather exotic 'boutique' in town, you, an old fashioned name I know but it did call itself a boutique. And that he'd bought her a rather risqué dress for the party. I wondered why Carol had told me, then I realised.

"OK, so do you want a new dress too? We'd better be quick though, only a couple of days."

I knew Carol had got something when, the next evening after shopping she dashed straight upstairs when she came in. I knew better than to go looking, we both liked surprises. When I saw the dress, as we were changing for the evening, I was thrilled. Carol has always had a fine figure though obviously her everyday casual clothes don't always show it. And when she and Mari went off together for a show or a conference too often they wore their 'baggies' - loose tops and jeans maybe. Fine for everyday but not really the right thing to satisfy a tranny. Not that she realised of course.

"WHERE did you get that?" I exclaimed when I saw the dress.

"Well, I was going to go to the same boutique as Mari but on my way I passed that exotic clothing shop near the town centre, you know, in the new precinct. I just went in there to look - they've lots of really kinky stuff in there but - well - I thought you might like this."

"LIKE it? I love it. Tell you what Carol, let's miss on the party, just stop in and fuck all night. I will if you will!"

The dress WAS true tranny fodder. Bright black pvc, and oh so tight, my cock reacted immediately. Carol didn't look like a tranny, she never could, all woman my Carol. But she was most definitely dressed like one, plunging skimpy black pvc dress, very short skirt, black stockings, I knew they were stockings, and black high heels too. The accessories were gold and black, matching, almost as if she knew that was exactly what any TV would like to wear, certainly I'd have loved to. Just for a moment I had my doubts - surely she couldn't know?

"BEN! Wash your mouth out. Now come on, let's go, here, let me help you with your bow tie. You men are useless, can't even get dressed yourself!"

Surely she couldn't know.

The party was a huge success. Mari's friend Gabrielle was there too, with her husband Keith, all six of us were in a way dressed to the nines, in true seasonal fashion. And Mari's own dress was gorgeous too, a deep raspberry red, again low cut to show her very impressive breasts, with an even higher hem than Carol's, the two of them looked so sexy, as did Gabrielle I must admit. Basically all 3 of us men, in black dinner suits and bow ties, though very smart we must have looked drab by comparison with the girls.

But it was late in the evening, just before midnight as we were all getting our coats to leave, when I realised. Mike had got me my coat and handed it to me, it was pretty cold late in the evening that night. Mari gave Carol hers, and I caught Mike's eye. He looked at his wife. Then at me. Then at Marianne again, more at her dress than at Mari herself. Then he smiled at me. And I knew. I realised! OK, so he'd helped Mari choose the dress for the party, but he'd had an ulterior motive. I could see, just by the look in his eyes. He wanted me to wear it!

I'd really have preferred to wear Carol's but I knew there was absolutely no way that would fit me. Then, slightly shocked, I realised I was to an extent back in TV mode. Thinking again about wearing women's clothes, for a week or two it hadn't occurred to me. Actually, that's not true. I'd thought about my experiences, specially about going out, Mike and I had chatted a bit about what had happened. But neither of us had mentioned doing it again. The look on Mike's face, and my own reaction, both surprised me.

Anyway, Christmas got in the way. And apart from that the girls had put their business stuff to one side for a few weeks, just keeping it ticking over, no special meetings or anything. And no nights away or evening meetings. So no chances to 'dress'.

Christmas day was ordinary, as much as any Christmas day is. Mike and Mari had her parents to stay for Christmas eve and for lunch, then went over to his later. Carol and I were on our own most of the day but went out for a walk after lunch. Carol was a bit quiet, thinking about something. She didn't say anything when I asked her, I just assumed it was some sort of business worry maybe. We all got each other a variety of presents but Mike's present for Mari did surprise us all a little. Except me, maybe.

He'd bought her jewellery before, I remembered a pearl drop necklace maybe six years ago, but this was different. He'd bought her a diamante choker, several strands of encrusted silver with really big matching pendant earrings. But pierced ears, that puzzled me for a while. It was just after he'd given them, when we were briefly on our own, he muttered "Very clever Ben, I got some little attachments, so they can be clipped on."

I understood exactly what he meant but didn't have the chance to argue.

"But Mike, look, I mean, that time a few.... "

"OK boys, what are you up to?" Carol had interrupted us in the kitchen, I never got the chance to make my point. And I was getting confused, I had begun to think about dressing up again but I wasn't at all sure if and when I'd get the chance with earrings like that.

Carol and I stopped up a bit on that Christmas evening, for once there was a decent film on TV. On Boxing day I woke at about 9. Carol was up already. Then I heard a car go down the road, revving up rather fast. I knew it was Mari, she always had a bit of difficulty coping with the revs on the slight incline up the road even after several years of it. I got up and dressed, and called out to Carol as I came down the stairs. There was no reply. In the kitchen the coffee-maker was ready, I poured a cup and was about to go hunting for my wife, when I saw the note on the kitchen table. I sat down and read it. Twice. Three times.

 

4 The BIG surprise

 

'Dearest Ben. I'm so sorry to do this to you at this time but we've decided it is for the best. Mari and I are taking a couple of weeks away together, to sort out our feelings for each other. This was really decided when we were up in Newcastle a few weeks ago and ended up in bed together. I know this must be something of a shock ...."

Shit, what an understatement. The note went on to tell me not to try to find them, they may be in touch by phone, they really did want two or three weeks together to decide where they wanted to go, in personal terms rather than just business. I did think, even at that moment, of a couple of times I'd interrupted Mari and Carol together over the previous week or two, when I'd had a feeling something had been going on. I'd assumed it was related to the business or maybe they were discussing Christmas, secret presents or something. But this? Never thought of it. Not Marianne and Carol, not some sort of lesbian relationship, it just hadn't occurred to me.

Mike burst in. He looked - annoyed, surprised, puzzled. Well, so did I, not really unexpected in the circumstances. Mari hadn't said anything, just gone out to the car and drove off, obviously Carol had been waiting for her. Mike had a piece of paper in his hand, I read it in silence while he read mine. They both said pretty much the same thing really. Hell of a thing to find the day after Christmas.

We sat at the kitchen table, both had a scotch but we both realised drink wasn't really the answer here, that wouldn't solve anything. We just tried to analyse a bit what had happened, we'd both seen oddish behaviour in the past few weeks from our wives but again we had both put it down to maybe pressure of work, or Christmas, or something like that.

After Mike went home I had a quick look through some things in the bedroom and round the house. Carol had taken some of her clothes and personal items and a few other things. Including the lingerie Mari had bought her for Christmas, in retrospect that did seem a bit odd but if they really had 'slept together', OK if they'd had sex together maybe it wasn't totally surprising. After a very difficult day we did decide to go down to the local pub in the evening but as soon as we went in almost, half-way through the first pint, a mutual friend Kathy and her husband came in and looked over towards us. She muttered to her husband, I couldn't remember his name, but it was obvious. Somebody, Carol or Marianne, had said something - they knew. We drank up and left, both feeling very sorry for ourselves.

Luckily, in a way, we both had to go back to work the next day, neither of us had any sort of extended Christmas-into-New-Year break then as sometimes happens. At least that occupied our minds, we were both glad of that at least. But again we were not feeling great. We needed something to shake us up. The next evening Mike did come round again, and we did hit the bottle a bit, cleared me out of scotch. I knew we couldn't go on like this.

"At least we don't have to worry about that party at the 'Bell' on New Year's Eve, Ben. Nearly everyone will know, I couldn't face that, could you?"

"Pity really, mate, I'd have liked to have gone. But yes, you're right." I didn't want all the sympathy and sideways glances we'd get. 'Poor Ben, wife has left him, you know. And for another woman! Wonder what that really means' and so on.

But the next day before setting off to work, trying to pull myself together, I had an idea. A daft idea but.... I called in at Mike's house on my way, just stopped the car briefly outside, he'd left already. Just went up to the bedroom and looked round in there myself. A bit of an imposition really, yet I felt it maybe could be justified. Yes. It could work but I only had a couple of days.

That evening I called in, on my way home, at my opticians. With a slightly strange request but one he would be able to fulfil, in a couple of days. Then I went to visit a shop I'd been in once before, a few weeks earlier when I'd been looking for shoes which would fit, before I'd found out about the factory shop that is. 'Transform' does what it says, transforms. Men into women, it's a TV shop, for transvestites, for dressing up and selling clothes and accessories and so on. I knew what I wanted from there, OK so they weren't cheap, not cheap at all. But I was able to find what I wanted. I resisted the temptation to try them on, to practice that evening.

And the next night, again after work, I visited the shop Carol had told me about in the new town centre. There had been some local opposition to its' opening but the shop's success bore witness to the need for something like that. OK, Carol had bought her amazingly sexy dress there, it was still in the wardrobe at home. I'd started to try it on but given up, I had no chance there. But the shop didn't just do dresses, at the back of the store were all sorts of sex objects, dildos, toys, sex aids, all things like that. But exotic clothing too, some of it designed for men. TVs, that is. I was just a bit nervous about going in there but I really was determined. I had to make the whole thing work, all or nothing. I knew that the next 24 hours or so would decide.

"Can I help you, sir?"

It was a youngish woman, and not what I wanted. In that situation the best I could expect was an older, matronly woman, one who had some experience and would understand.

"Shoes. I was just looking for shoes."

"Err - are they for you, sir?"

I was a little perplexed, she had 'spotted' me straight away. Young and inexperienced she may have been but she certainly knew what she was about.

"ER - yes." There. Admitted it. I'd actually told another person, a young girl indeed, that I wanted a pair of women's shoes, for me. She took it in her stride, asked me about sizes, colour, styles.

"High heels, court shoes, red."

She was good, led my quickly to an area round a corner at the back of the shop.

"Sometimes men are a little nervous about this sort of thing. Now, how about these?"

She showed me two or three pairs, all red but all a bright red, scarlet really, I suppose they would do but I wasn't sure. The assistant realised this.

"Well we do have a few others, more dressy if you see what I mean, quite a bit more expensive though."

She did pull out another couple of boxes, and the second pair looked to be just what I wanted, OK they were red but more matt rather than very glossy. And indeed dressy, very high heels, must have been nearly 6 inch heels with very thin chrome spike heels. Really a very glamorous pair of shoes as such things go.

"They are lovely, sir. But, sir, they are not cheap. £129,99, sir."

I gulped. But I knew, I had to have them. "Will there be anything else, sir?"

Indeed there would, I had a mental list of several things, but when I mentioned some of the other items I wanted the assistant looked a little concerned.

"I think, sir, excuse me a moment." She went back round the corner, re-appearing a few moments later with an alder assistant in tow. "This is Monica, sir, she may be able to help you better, sir. More experience of these things you know."

That second assistant did indeed know her job, I ended up leaving the shop quite a time later with several items. I'm not really sure why that first young lady, Georgina it had said on her name badge, why she had baulked at continuing to serve me. There really wasn't anything naughty in what I wanted. The only problem I had with Monica was an argument over stockings. She seemed to think I should have quite thick ones but I wanted sheer seamed stockings. I was determined about that.

"But sir, I think you'll find these OK, they'll hide and leg hair, very good at that sir." But the sheer stockings I did get. £12.99 just for stockings but well worth it.

I did have one brief practice that night, then a long hot soak in the bath, and after that slept really well for the first time in about a week. The next day - a Friday - I rang Mike at lunchtime.

"How you doing mate?"

"Not too bad, apart from one or two comments and so on. You?"

"OK really Mike. Same sort of thing. But I've come up with an idea. How about we go to that party tonight anyway? At the 'Bell', it is. I could meet you there, at nine, how about it?"

"You can't be serious, Ben. I'd like to go in some ways but, really, well, you know.... "

"I know. But if I said it would be OK, would you then? Trust me, Mike. We're gonna blow their minds, all the pseudo-sympathetic hypocrites from the Rugby Club, it's them you're worried about isn't it? Give them something to really think about. I promise. Do you trust me really, Mike?"

"Sure I do Ben. If you say so? What you got in mind? Bring along a couple of really classy tarts? That would do it, is that what you've done?" We had discussed finding a couple of 'girlfriends' to distract attention from our situation a few days earlier. That's what gave me the idea. Not that we'd been serious about it.

"OK Mike. Be there at nine. On the dot. Really smart, DJ and all. Let's do it. Got to go now, see you there."

I had to ring off, not to get back to work but because I'd arranged to have the afternoon off. I had things to prepare. I called in at Mike's house on the way to leave one item and to collect a few things.

The previous night I'd done something I'd not tried before, a complete 'depilation' of my body, except my head of course and between my legs. But chest, legs, arms, I'd used a heavy duty depilation cream, it had worked really well. Nobody at work had noticed that Friday morning, I wouldn't have cared if they did. It felt cold, not having that layer of hairy insulation under my suit, but work was heated anyway, I managed well enough.

That Friday lunchtime, well, it was about half past three by the time I had everything sorted on the bed and ready. Another shower, this time with a slightly flower-scented shower gel. Facial shave. Twice. Then I pulled on and up tight the 'thong' I'd got at the TV shop in town, one of those specially made for TVs, cut a little larger at the front to accommodate - what it had to accommodate. Red, of course. Then - everything else.

I'd bought the breastforms at the TV shop too, they were expensive too, well over the cost of the shoes but good quality. Silicones, they were called, a very realistic textured surface, weighted just right I thought and a colour very close to that of my own skin. I lay on the bed for several minutes while the spray glue set, then stood up and felt for the first time something like what it would be like to have boobs. I needed the basque, the weight felt forward but the cups of the bra did exactly as needed, pushing the 'boobs' up and together. I saw the cleavage in the mirror. Wow!

It felt really gorgeous sliding on the sheer black seamed stockings, I checked on the clock as I sat at the dressing table doing my makeup, the practice earlier in the week paid off. I transformed myself, from guy, to woman - to slut. Sexy slut, that was what I was aiming for. To annoy the bitchy women who would have made comments about Caro and Mari being lesbians, with the implications that Mike and I weren't really man enough and couldn't perform. And just to make the guys jealous, of the sexy long-legged and provocative tart Mike had landed himself.

Really everything went smoothly - until the very end when I had to put on the wig. I'd bought another one, yet more expense, but this one was something else. Blonde again, yes, but much more luxurious than the other one I'd worn. Not BIG hair, but biggish, curly and slightly more than shoulder length, I had difficulty with the tiny clips which held it in place just behind my ears, similar to those on the other wig so I should have been used to them. Unfortunately I'd already stuck on the long raspberry-red finger nails, with superglue!

I managed the wig. Then I stepped into the dress. The glistening red dress Mari had worn, the one Mike had bought with 'Bethany' in mind. Sliding it up, easing first my arms into place, then my boobs. Lastly the lipstick and shoes, both matching the dress or at least nearly. I stood up in my first pair of 6" stiletto shoes. I breathed in for a few minutes as I inspected myself in the mirror. The dress looked gorgeous, very figure-hugging, a very arousing plunge neckline between my bulging 'boobs, very dark and deep, I know Mari had worn it well but I had done a good job on 'Bethany'. I was sure I could cause at least some arousal if I dared go ahead with what I'd planned. Decision time yet again. Could I go through with this? Hell, yes. Of course I could. There were butterflies in my stomach, my hands were shaking a little, my mouth was dry, I needed to settle.

I carefully made my way into the kitchen, pulling the curtains in there before switching the light on. Right now was NOT a time for visitors, I just hoped no-one would be taking pity on me being on my own that evening. I could do without that at that moment. I poured myself a small gin-and-tonic and sat in the lounge. I took out the pack of 'VS 310s' I'd bought, thinking a long slender cigarette could add to the general effect. It calmed me down even though seeing myself smoking it in the hall mirror generally lifted my own level of arousal. I was grateful for the advice of the woman in the TV shop, the tight thong kept things under control. I looked in the mirror again. Twenty minutes left, it had taken me over five hours to prepare myself for this.

I poured another gin, another small one, and had another cigarette. I checked through the contents of my handbag. Mari's actually, the same glittery red colour as the dress with silver-coloured clasp and chain, again to 'go with' the silver on the thick diamante choker and my long pendant earrings, and my rings, five of them in total, all silver-coloured with various clear and reddish stones. Diamonds and sapphires, at least that was what they looked like. I stood up and slipped on Marianne's mock fur coat, white, almost knee length. Ready!

The doorbell rang. I went down the hall in trepidation and paused by the front door.

"Hello?" I called, not too loudly, I didn't want to lose the feminine tone of voice. I'd been practicing that too, evenings, for several days.

"Taxi"

Thank goodness. I opened the door and stepped out. The coat hid the excessive aspects of my attire, although from the tarty makeup and the ultra-high heels it was obvious I was in some way party-bound. I followed the driver down the drive. I really didn't care if any of the neighbours saw me. They might wonder exactly what was going on but in no way would I be recognised, not dressed as I was.

I had been worried about getting to the pub too early but we had a bit of a hold-up at the same Stratford roundabout I'd passed a few weeks earlier, on my previous 'Bethany-outing'. We pulled up outside the Bell at about two minutes to nine. I handed a note to the driver which included a tip slightly more than he might have expected, and asked him to wait for just a minute or two. I saw a couple of other cars pull in, then Mike's. Peering out of the taxi window I watched him as he moved out of the shadow into the brighter light near the pub side entrance, the one for the private rooms, where the party was being held.

He paused a moment there, looking round. When he didn't see 'Ben' or anyone else he recognised he opened the door and went in. I smiled a thank-you at the taxi driver, and walked quickly across to the same door. Or as quickly as I could, in such high heels and with such a tight dress on. I opened it, breathed deeply once more, and walked into the lobby.

 

5 Surprise party

 

Mike was with a couple he obviously knew, most of the people there were going to be from his work or from the Rugby club. They were all three passing their coats to the girl from the pub who had obviously been deputed to deal with them. The guy had an arm on Mike's. It seemed so obvious. Even at that stage of the evening he was oozing regret and pity, maybe muttering to Mike that 'I've heard about Marianne, I'm SO sorry ....' Exactly why we had intended NOT to be there.

I strolled, steadily and surprisingly confidently, across the lobby. All three began to turn. I noticed Mike was wearing the new 'dress' shirt I'd bought for him, the one I'd left on the bed, rather frilly and not the sort of thing to wear if you didn't want to bring attention to yourself. Like my dress, really.

"Hello, darling, sorry I'm a bit late"

I kissed Mike on the cheek and moved my left hand round his waist, sliding in over his bum so that the other couple, whoever they were, couldn't help but notice. This was the REAL start to the campaign, to Mike and I having SUCH fun that absolutely nobody could feel sorry, not for a guy with a glitzy big-breasted blonde hanging onto his arm.

All credit to him, this wasn't what Mike had expected, he reacted very well. The initial puzzled look hardly lasted half a second, it turned into a smile, then he properly reacted. "Hi Bethany." Good man!

I moved back a little as four or five other people, two couples I think and one guy on his own, came into the lobby. Great, an audience. I slipped off the coat and handed it to Mike, revealing all my glory. The reactions were wonderful, which is exactly how I felt at that moment. Most of the others there looked, I could feel the eyes on my bulging breasts and on my legs, on the shoes, on the rather exotic makeup, I was making exactly the impression I'd hoped for. I positively glowed.

Mike, on the other hand, was a little taken aback. He hesitated and began to mutter, I spoke up. "Shall we go in, darling, I need a drink."

We went in, me holding firmly onto Mike's arm. For both reasons, we were the obvious centre of attention. Because they hadn't been expecting Mike at all, and because of who he was with. Not Marianne, obviously, but if she'd only been gone a few days where had he found this leggy blonde?

Mike got us drinks and pulled me to one side.

"Christ Ben, I never expected"

"Shh darling." I put one red-taloned finger onto Mike's lips, then kissing him lightly on the cheek. "I'm NOT Ben tonight. OK? DON'T call me anything else except Bethany or maybe darling or honey until after we've got home. Work with me, Mike my love, this WILL work." And I kissed him, not on the cheek this time but on the lips. Briefly, just a half-second contact, then I pulled away and smiled widely at him, again sliding a hand round and this time blatantly grasping his arse. "So tell me, I'm a very vain girl, what do you think?"

Mike looked. He had to smile too, really he had to.

"Bethany. You look fucking gorgeous. I knew you'd look good in that dress but I never thought you would be such a babe. Nice hair, I like it, but those tits, and the shoes, Christ Bethany, you're just sex on legs. Damn near every cock in the room has reacted since you came in. Look, I wish you'd told me, maybe you've gone too far"

"Too far? No way my darling. We are going to have fun tonight. Big fun. Don't worry, my love. Certainly I'm going to enjoy myself, this is SO great, Mike. I LOVE it. Getting ready was a mindboggling experience but this is even better. OK, follow me."

I led my 'boyfriend' by the hand towards the bar and lifted myself onto a bar stool, crossing my legs and just feeling so hot, hot in THAT sense that it. I knew there were lots of people in there, men and probably women, looking at my legs, my heels, it was such an experience. I finished my gin-and-tonic quickly, handing the glass to Mike.

"Yes please Mike darling. Another. I'm gonna drink too much tonight and smoke too much and flirt with you damn near all the time. By the time I've finished absolutely nobody will be feeling sorry for you, certainly not the guys, they'll all be jealous as hell. They'll all want to be in your place tonight, fucking your gorgeous tart"

I reached into my handbag to find my VS pack and my lighter, handing it to Mike. He did the 'gentleman' thing, a bit old fashioned nowadays but we both enjoyed just plain showing off like that.

"Hi there Mike, are you going to introduce us?"

We both looked round, it was a man and his wife who I learnt were John and Janet, both friends from the Rugby club. We chatted for a few minutes, nearly all the time I held Mike's hand in mine, just occasionally releasing it to caress his bum. Then John led Mike off to meet someone about the accounts, I was left with Janet for a moment.

"You must come down to the club one day, Bethany, we have a meeting of wives and girlfriends every Thursday evening, lots of fun."

I was a bit nonplussed, hadn't really been expecting an invitation to the WI or Ladies Circle or anything like that. I just smiled and said it sounded like a good idea and left it at that. As Janet left two guys, both workmates of Mike's it turned out, both shot in to sit next to me. I let one of them get me another gin and just enjoyed their attentions. Despite the fact that I'd come with Mike and made my feelings pretty obvious, I think they were both trying to chat me up.

Mike came back and rescued me, and we circulated for an hour or two, spending quite some time sitting together alone, chatting quietly. If only the others had known what we were talking about! I urged Mike to caress my thigh, and kept touching him, and on the one occasion we got up to dance to a very slow number the groping began to get somewhere close to indecent.

Eventually we decided to leave, to take steps before the midnight hour. "If you don't, Bethany, you're going to have a queue to kiss you to let the New Year in." I agreed, but just had to go to the loo before we left. I'd insisted Mike stick to two drinks since he would be driving but I'd had about five gins altogether. I just had to visit the Ladies.

If I'd thought ahead I might have arranged my underwear differently, it was a bit difficult coping in the cubicle in there. Just as I was about to open the door I heard a couple of women, wives of Mike's colleagues at work I think, chatting just a little loudly, maybe they were a little the worse for drink too.

".... she looks fucking gorgeous, I've had to hold Peter back all evening. I mean, that dress, It's so tight and revealing. Wish I could still wear something like that."

"Don't kid yourself, Mavis dear. You could never wear a dress like that, Christ what a figure. I did chat to her for a moment though my John was hogging the conversation and staring at her boobs. I mean, did you hear about Mari, apparently it was her and a friend of Mike's ..."

I opened the door clumsily and noisily, deliberately though, I was managing the long red nails well by then.

"Hell Janet. Nice to meet you tonight."

"Er, hello Bethany." She sounded hesitant, not sure how much I'd heard. I smiled sweetly at them both.

"All I can say is, Janet, if Marianne wants to go looking elsewhere for satisfaction, with a man or a woman, whatever, her loss is my gain. Anyway, we have to go soon I'm afraid, I'm on heat at the moment, I need to get Mike home. Bye, dear, nice to meet you."

And I walked out. Mike had got our coats out in the lobby. I realised that the main doors into the function room were open to provide some ventilation for the party. I grinned, internally at least, moving towards my 'boyfriend'.

 

6 The Surprise Kiss

 

"OK Mike, let's do this"

I slid my arms round his neck, pulled him roughly towards me, and planted my lips very firmly and very passionately on his. One helluva kiss, it probably lasted about 20 seconds altogether. At first it was just my hands fondling Mike but then he got into it too. I'd told him earlier I didn't mind at all if anyone saw my stocking tops or even my thighs. Anyone looking, and I think lots of them were, certainly got an eyeful with that kiss and certainly of my stocking tops, maybe of my thong, as Mike's hand wandered. I grabbed my coat, Mike slid it on over my shoulders and grabbed my hand. We were off.

As I slid onto the seat in Mike's car and looked across, closing the door, we looked across at each other.

"Bethany, I was terrified at first but that was such a buzz, what a great idea!"

And he put a hand on my nylon-clad thigh and squeezed gently. This time I didn't stop him. I urged him to drive back carefully, didn't want to be stopped by police did we? We were quite safe though, it was just after half past eleven, probably most of them would be out to catch the drunks after twelve. As Mike put the car into his garage I let myself into the house and threw my coat across an armchair. I poured him a large scotch and me another small gin. I knew he'd need it.

"Streuth Ben, I need a drink" were his first words as he came into the lounge. I had been holding his drink towards him but I withdrew it. And just looked somewhat sternly at him. He got the point.

"All right then. Bethany."

I held the drink out, he downed it almost in one and then poured another, collapsing onto the sofa. I sat, as daintily as I could, next to him. "Here's to us" I said, raising my glass. Mike clinked my glass with his and took another large swallow. We sat together for quite some time, a little weary and both slightly tipsy by then, basically chattering and giggling about what had happened, laughing about some of the reactions we'd seen and about what we'd done. Personally I was feeling very smug about the whole thing, it had all gone so well.

"And that kiss, Mike, at the end, I hadn't intended to do that but, well...."

"That, Bethany, that was inspired. It was gorgeous."

"Gorgeous? I suppose it was. And did you enjoy it, Mike my dear" I asked cheekily, looking at him through my heavy lashes in what I hoped would be a provocative manner.

"Sure I did."

I looked across at him again, no, not 'looked'. Leered. There was definitely something untoward, something rude, something promiscuous about the way our eyes met. I looked for some sign of his saying 'no', some indication that if I said what I intended to say he would baulk at the idea. I didn't see any such sign.

I moved closer to him, lowered my voice to what I hoped would be a provocative whisper. "Would you like to kiss me again, Mike?"

There was a pause. He didn't say yes and he didn't say no. He didn't say anything. After a few seconds I saw his tongue move across his lips, moistening them a little. I took my chance and moved my own mouth closer to his.

"Darling" I whispered, and just touched his lips gently with mine. I could feel his heart pumping as my 'breasts' pressed against his chest. My lips opened, I pressed my tongue into his mouth, we French-kissed passionately. Not just for a second either and not just for twenty seconds either. That kiss was sensational, it just went on and on, I was playing with his lips with mine, teasing his tongue, trying to breathe as our lips remained so wonderfully locked together. As the kiss continued I felt Mike's hands wandering again, along my thigh and up over my stocking tops, stopping when he reached my silky panties. His other hand moved over my protruding right breast, cupping the bulge in his hand, then slid over the top and caressed the exposed 'flesh'. And my hands moved, down his chest, to pull out his shirt and slide in to tease his hairy chest. I dug my nails in a little - that broke the moment, we parted.

"Darling." he sighed, echoing my own thoughts, "that was fucking sensational. Bethany..."

I didn't let him finish, just moved in to lock our lips together again, to continue the ecstasy I knew we were both experiencing. Again, after what seemed a very long time we parted.

"Shit, Bethany, what ...."

"Shut up my love, just go with it. Mike, please, we HAVE to. Neither of us has had sex for over a week, my love. We HAVE to do this."

I stood up and held out my hand towards him.

"Let's go to bed, Mike."

 

7 Surprising super-sex

 

We had both been surprised. OK, Mike hadn't known about the role-play earlier but as far as I had been concerned that was going to be that. Meet and be at the party and flirt, that had been the intention. The long kiss, OK, that had been good. But the passion of what had just happened, it had certainly surprised me and obviously Mike too. Having gone that far, going back wasn't an option. I had to 'sleep with' him, with all that entailed.

Just for a moment I wasn't at all sure about Mike's reaction, OK I was a bit tipsy by then, I couldn't focus 100% on his expression. But I didn't need to. His reaction said it all. His lips moved in to slide slowly across mine, at the same time as his right hand moved up to cup my right breast again. I moved my hand down to between his legs. His erection was obvious, I managed to open his zip and slide my hand in to caress his swollen penis.

"Mike!"

"Shut up bitch and get your knickers off!"

We didn't, right then, get to bed. We just rolled round on the floor of the lounge, removing clothing from each other until the moment I was lying there, in basque and panties and with my stockings and heels still on - with a naked Mike leaning over me.

"Bethany. You sure about this?"

I didn't speak, just wriggled slightly so that Mike could pull my panties to one side, and to allow him access. And access me he did, within seconds his gorgeous cock entered me, sliding smoothly and sweetly deeply into my arse. I had anticipated some mixed feelings, doubts, wondering about my sexuality. But suddenly I was in no doubt at all. Right there, right then, I was a woman, and a woman having sex at that. I couldn't control it, I called out.

"Streuth, Mike, my darling. Oh YES, go on, take me darling."

He thrust harder and deeper.

"Fuck me, shove your gorgeous cock deeper Mike, right up my cunt, ..."

I could hear his breathing become deeper and faster, feel his ardour growing.

"OH GOD!!!"

I really couldn't control my emotions, physically and mentally I was being assaulted. Not raped of course, I was so totally willing for this to happen, for Mike to shag me, for him to do just what he wanted.

It took seconds for that first climax, as Mike's cum shot deep up my arse. It took minutes for us to get upstairs, to drag ourselves into bed, to kiss and cuddle more, and to do it again.

And it took hours. About nine hours. We both woke together, the next morning, maybe within minutes of each other at about half past ten. I stared into my lover's eyes.

"Bethany" murmured my lover. We kissed gently again. OK, we'd both been tight the previous night but right then we were sober. And satisfied. And horny, which is surprising since in that ten hours Mike's cock had erupted up my arse five times in all. I'd climaxed once, during our third shag. But I didn't mind that, it had been so good, the sensations I'd felt with that gorgeous cock up my 'cunt' had been nearly orgasmic themselves.

"Bethany. That was fucking gorgeous"

"It was, wasn't it. I think the third fuck was best, what about you?"

"How many..."

"Five times, Mike. We had sex five times. Have you ever fucked a woman five times in a night before?"

"No, never. But it's not just that, Bethany. It was so good, SO fucking good. I've never ever had sex so good before, I mean, Mari is good but you Bethany, wow, you're just fucking sensational."

Quite a statement. I thought briefly. "Me too, Mike. I mean, it was good with Carol, of course, but last night was SO erotic. I never thought I'd get excited by a guy's cock, but when you unloaded up me, well, it damn near split my arse in two, it was so fucking great". I rolled over on top of Mike again. And we fucked again.

About twenty minutes later Mike got up and headed for the bathroom. I heard him pissing, and then the shower. A few minutes after that he came back into the bedroom and, without looking towards me, I wasn't sure whether that was deliberate or not, he grabbed shirt and socks and so on. I heard his footsteps as he went downstairs, then heard water as he put a kettle on. I had to think once more but, yet again, my next move was obvious.

I got up and stripped fully, heading shower-wards after that, and in the bathroom took off my wig and cleaned up my make-up. I sat on the loo and expelled the accumulation of cum filling up my hole, amazed at the sensations coursing through me and still reflecting on the sequence of events which had led to my arse being filled. Then, showered, make-up refreshed, and wearing Mari's flouncy sheer white blouse and tight black leather mini-skirt and stockings, I thought stockings would be good, I followed my lover down and into the kitchen.

He turned as I went it, and his eyebrows lifted a little. "Ben I thought ..."

"Ben? Who's Ben? Ben's gone, Mike. I'm Bethany now. So you've lost one wife, well, you've got another, well, a girlfriend at least. " Then I wound my arms round his neck and pressed my lips lovingly to his and we kissed. He reciprocated.

We spent the rest of the morning cuddling and chatting on the sofa, the one where we'd shagged for the first time about twelve hours earlier. The cuddling and chatting went on all through the afternoon. We both knew the risks in the proposed course of action but we sat and thought - and necked - and realised we could make this work. Mike really needed a wife, a partner at least, he worked hard and long hours. He was well paid, or course, very well paid. I on the other hand didn't earn as much - we could do without my salary. If Mike needed a wife, and one who was more than willing to be seen flaunting her tits and her thighs, and to open her legs for him whenever he wanted, well ...

Then we went to bed, early that night, very early, and fucked about five times more. It wasn't until about 2 pm the next day, the last 'holiday' before Mike had to go back to work, that we surfaced, showered and dressed. Then we went shopping. I was still wearing many of Mari's clothes and we had decided I needed some of my own. Mike insisted on getting me two rather sexy night-dresses as well as other lingerie, and shoes and fashion jewellery of course, stuff like that.

And when he did go back to work I just hung around at home, his home of course, I did briefly walk down to my 'old' house, Ben and Carol's house rather, to get some personal things of course. It was lovely taking the morning air, all legs and tits, a few of the neighbours saw me of course, those who were not out at work but nobody 'spotted' the real me. Not that I cared of course. I was so happy, so deliriously happy, at this turn of events.

But mainly I was the housewife, greeting my lover with a combination of kisses and dinner and sex when he got home. I have to say the sex decreased rapidly after that. Every night of course but only once or twice. I was determined to be the 'perfect' wife, catering for my man and pleasing him. And if that meant wearing a tight micro-skirt and six-inch heels all day, fine by me. The milkman liked it too!

 

8 Two surprised ladies

 

It was about six days later, Friday night, I'd been out shopping and got home a bit late. Mike's car was already in the drive, and so was Marianne's. That meant just the one thing. The girls were back. All we'd heard from them since they'd left had been a couple of phone calls, obviously at a time when they had known we wouldn't be in, answer-phone messages basically saying they were OK and having fun 'investigating' themselves. I let myself in quietly, hearing loud voices. It was Mari, shouting.

"And then I had to hear it from Janet, of all people. I mean, Mike, I'd only been gone a few days and there you were, with all our friends at the party and with a busty leggy tart from what I hear. How COULD you?"

Then Mike was shouting. "Oh, my fault is it? After you leave me, and with another lesbian as well, I mean, they all knew."

"So what! Anyway, where is she? Bethany, Janet said that's her name. Where's this Bethany?"

"And where's my fucking husband as well?!" shouted Carol. "Has he got himself a fucking tart as well? I bet he has. Or at least I bet you know, Mike, don't you? Where in hell's name is he? The bastard, I'll show him. He's cleared out, I know, most of his stuff has gone from the house, I bet he's moved in somewhere, spending his time shagging some tart I bet. Where is he, Mike, you bastard?"

We had discussed what we might do if and when Mari and Carol re-appeared. I'd not been sure but Mike had persuaded me.

I crept upstairs with the three bags I'd brought home after my shopping trip. For a few days now I'd been confident about walking round in town alone, and 'dressed', being Bethany, provided I was careful, not wearing TOO short a skirt or TOO high heels. I still got some looks though, but appreciative ones and almost entirely from men. Nobody had tried to chat me up yet buy Mike had said it would be bound to happen one day.

I unpacked my bags, all from that rather exotic clothing shop in the new Bull Ring. I'd intended surprising Mike, but it seemed like Marianne and Carol were going to get an eyeful too. I slipped off my dress and tights quickly, then pulled on the new red fishnet stockings. Red, I mean RED. Fire-engine red. The tight pvc dress followed, it was difficult to lace up even though I was used to my long red nails by then, I'd even opened tins and bottles quite easily wearing them. I did manage to slide the short tight dress up over my body, and fasten up the laces. Maybe Mike could do them properly later before we went out but I was in a hurry, I just had to make an impression.

The shoes were easy, scarlet stilettos with steel spike heels, a style I'd begun to like a lot. I grabbed the matching handbag and transferred my girly stuff from the black one I'd gone shopping with. Then I turned towards the mirror, just to check I looked OK, and to brighten up my lipstick. Right. Time to do it.

Mike had said we should be up-front about what we'd got into, and he was right. I looked in the mirror briefly again. Well, with breast-forms to the fore and such a skimpy dress, plunging neckline and all, I was certainly up-front. Outside the lounge door, I paused for breath. Ready. I opened the door.

The girls were still angry. And upset. Not surprising really. They had moved close together, looking at each other, they had clasped their hands together, protectively in a way. So. Their own decision was obvious.

"Hello my dear. Sally, isn't it? Pleased to meet you, I'm Bethany, the busty leggy tart you were referring to."

I held a hand out towards her. Carol was there too, just sat on the sofa, watching in surprise as I took Mari's hand. I leaned over to give her a quick girly peck on the cheek. She was somewhat in shock, but she still hadn't got it.

"So are you and your lesbian friend going to stay together? Carol, isn't it?" I glanced over towards 'my wife'.

Both girls were still staring. I don't know exactly what they had expected, but I like to think I exceeded their expectations by some margin. "Hi darling" I said, moving over towards Mike, who was just beginning to recover from all the interruptions, and from seeing his new TV girlfriend dressed in a tiny piece of red pvc which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I squeezed his bum, blatantly, and kissed him hard on the lips.

It was Carol who recovered first. "Actually, Bethany, we are staying together. Not that it's any business of yours. We just came back to tell Mike, and my husband too when we can find him. Mari and I know now - we want to move it together."

"Well, Carol". I was keeping my voice gentle and calm. I knew the penny had to drop soon. "Mike and I have discussed this, of course. We thought you might both move together into your house, yours and Ben's that is. It is Ben, did you say? And we could live here. I've got most of Marianne's stuff ready, in the cloakroom off the hell. Whenever you're ready, of course. "

As she was speaking she was looking me up and down, the stilettos, the stockings, skirt, blouse, tits and bra, the make-up and the long hair and flashy diamante jewellery.

"But what about Ben?................OH MY GOD!!"

She'd got it. I turned to look at Mari, suddenly she realised too.

I kept my voice very calm, I was still 'Bethany'. Ben had gone, maybe never to return. "OK Carol, now you know. So don't think you're the only ex-heterosexuals around."

And there, in front of my wife, or my ex-wife rather, and his, I gave Mike one more passionate kiss on the lips.

"Now, I suggest you take your stuff, Mari, and move in down the road, I've had your clothes cleaned, the ones I borrowed, I do hope you don't mind. Now I'll ask you politely, before I scratch your eyes out, I'd like you to leave. You've ten minutes. Mike has to get ready for the Rugby Club dinner tonight. And we just have to have sex first of course, it's several hours since he had his gorgeous cock up me. So we really can't wait much longer so unless you actually want to watch us fucking, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

 

The end ...

  

  

  

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