Tght Jeans

by Lauran Travis

 

I managed to wriggle into the jeans by lying down and pulling a lot. The zip came up easily when I breathed in, but they were on, there was the belt to fasten with its big buckle felling like a shield between my hips. I pulled at the waistband a little to try and get it over my hips but the crotch was already tight into the tops my legs. So a belt on my hips I could cope with. But standing up the hem was under my heels, I thought to turn them up and put on my trainers, but with the flair they would never stay up, and the trainers were soaked as well as everything else. It was bad enough borrowing the clothes, to return them dirty because I had been dragging them on the floor would seem ungrateful.

'Are you decent' Julie asked, 'depends how you mean,' I replied.

She came into her room and saw me in her jeans. 'Very nice, tight looks good' to which my response was 'do you have anything looser?' 'You being that little bit bigger than me means everything will be tight, these are loose on me, remember' I did remember and they kept on slipping down her, so anything else would cut me in two.

'OK can I turn them up? I don't think I have anything that will keep them up, but you might' she looked at the legs then at me, another surprise was coming 'what size feet?' I furrowed my brow ' why' 'well you are right they wont stay up, so slip these on and the heels will keep the hem of the floor' she passed me her black ankle boots 'they should just about fit' I slipped my feet in and pulled the zips up, they were not toe curling tight,, just snug. 'Stand up' she took my hand and helped me to my feet, after a few seconds I got my balance and looked down I could not see my feet the flairs covering them and just touched the floor. 'That is perfect, just right' she explained. I had a careful look and felt that they could pass as mine; the block heel under the flair would not look too bad.

'Now do you want a jumper or a shirt?' 'Jumper I think, but I will borrow what you give me, I don't want to stretch your good stuff' 'this has grown a bit for me, but try it on' if the boots and flairs had me worried about walking out of her place unnoticed the deep pink angora jumper would make it no easier, it had ¾ sleeves and did not really meet the jeans in a male tuck in way at all, just resting about belt height was the best I could manage. Good job I had washed my belly button was not my first thought. But it did fit. I commented on the bright colour which she dismissed because she liked the colour and it had been one of her favourites, but gave me a denim jacket to help me hide my pink, I thanked her too quickly, the jacket was not made to fasten and was an inch shorter than the jumper.

Unfortunately I caught sight of myself in a mirror and blushed; I looked very female, heels, tight hipsters, bare belly, pink fluffy jumper. I tried to say this was not a good idea, I should just put my wet clothes on and go home. She insisted I would get a chill doing that and after making sure I could walk in her heels, told me I would be fine, but there were a few extra things she wanted to do, that was unless I wanted to go home looking like a male with no dress sense.

She pulled the ponytail out, then dried and brushed my hair out so it swept across my face, and with plenty of gel it was going nowhere. Next was sunglasses even though it was still cloudy, and lipstick nothing to bright thankfully.

I was declared ready, I felt far from ready. We put my clothes into a bag, and emptied my pockets into a shoulder bag, nice pink to match the jumper she said. 'Do you want me to hold hands, so we stay close just in case?' 'Until I get used to walking please' she smiled, gave me a very affectionate kiss and led me out of the door.

Checking no one was around I followed, soon we were out into the town and heading for the buses and the way home.

On the bus she started talking to me, I had avoided talking thinking my voice would be too deep, but when she got a text asking who the new girlfriend was, she showed it me and I just involuntarily said 'me?' 'Yes sweetie do you fancy being a lessi?' More quietly I replied 'never thought about it, thought you liked men' she was sliding a hand down my thigh, 'but not all men are the same, and this one is very feminine' then she reconsidered 'Perhaps you are female, but just have an extra bit here' her hand now sliding up my leg, with a peck on the cheek she finished her teasing.

Once of the bus, and I realised the next half mile would be the hardest, people knew me around here, or so I thought. We walked as quickly as I could in her heels, and fortunately only saw 2 people I knew, but I looked past them and they said nothing. We had linked arms in a girlie sort of way, so when I got nervous she squeezed my arm and told me to relax and reassured me they had not even looked at me.

Half a mile seemed like 2 miles, at last I was routing through the pink bag for my keys, just wanting to get in as quick as possible. Once inside I threw my clothes at the washer, and slumped onto a chair declaring that to be the hardest thing I had ever done. She came and cuddled me, telling me how thrilling it had been to walk with me dressed as a 'sexy woman' (her words) and how it had turned her on. Then got me to agree it was not frightening, but there was a buzz about it, and that in some way I had enjoyed the thrill.

It was as I was relaxing and about to say it was time to change when my mum came in. 'hello Sara, no Dan with you?' and was about to introduce herself to me, when she took a second and a third look at me, 'would you like to explain?'

I started but Sara did most of the story telling, there was an occasional 'and you agreed?' to which I had to explain why I had taken certain actions, like wearing high heels. At the end she asked how we felt, told me I looked good, and somehow Sara told her what a buzz it had been.

She sat drinking a coffee we had made during the talk, then looked straight at me, 'how's about I take you both out, and maybe I could feel this buzz also' I was about to say 'mum this was really just a one off' when Sara said 'that would be nice' and did that thing squeezing my hand to let me know she wanted to do this. Mum looked at me 'Dan?' I just said 'oh call me Danielle then'

Mum wanted to change out of her work clothes, then she and Sara said I could not wear the shades at night so make up was required, then they looked through the jewellery, a couple of rings, a watch, bracelet and a necklace. Finished off with her best perfume.

She drove us to a pizza restaurant we had never been too before, and to be honest had a really nice meal, we chatted about allsorts, not just the gender issues. Even college, work, and her past experiences came up for discussion which was very eye opening to a son who thought mum's were just parents. The comment that stuck with me but at the time I tried to duck was 'how far would I go in bending the gender image'

Things went back to 'normal' until the weekend. Sara suggested I try on some clothes she thought I would like, nothing too girly just androgynous. I was fine with the idea remembering how soft the jumper had felt. And so started a transition in my clothes. First I was wearing the soft jumpers, then Sara came in with a pair of trousers that were fitted at the hips but loose down the leg, and very soft. The next move was mine; I bought some knickers, and would wear them under my usual jeans for college. Sara found out and thought it wonderful, buying me some more. I also stopped tying my hair back and took more care of it, so it became fuller and in my face, which made me sweep it back, very girly I was told more than once, but I continued.

Mum had gone quiet for a few weeks, then about the middle of term, whatever was on mum's mind lifted, something about work she said, and she once more took an interest in what I was doing, commenting on the panties and nice tops I was wearing, then coming back to question I had forgotten about, 'how far would I go?' meaning a dress. Then she noticed a film she wanted to see and asked Sara and me if we would like to go with her, when I said it was a chick flick, their reply was immediate 'well you know what that means then, no boys' I agreed to wear my trousers and heels, if I could borrow the satin top Sara had not worn for ages but was beautifully silky and pastel pink, they both smiled at me in a knowing way and that night we went out as three women again. The film was actually enjoyable, maybe I had never bothered before, or it was the company or maybe the clothes had changed me, but I joined in with mum and Sara as they discussed the merits of the plot and the characters, particularly how nice the male lead had been.

 

A week later was the anniversary of dad dying and we always went out, at first to remember and be sad, later to have fun thinking how he would like to have been with us, and dad liked the theatre, he enjoyed the whole thing. He would like it most when it was a good play, and he and mum had got all dressed up, eat out and make a full day of it. Mum this year wanted to go to see a play, and said it would be a dress up occasion, Sara knew straight away what she meant, 'how dressy?' 'How dressy can we get him?' 'Well he does not do male dressy, his suit is tight and I am sure ties are lost in his room' 'have to be 3 girls then' they announced. Next question was would I wear a skirt, what is wrong with the soft trousers and a smart blouse this time and maybe a dress next time if it feels right. Somewhere I was hanging onto the idea that trousers were masculine no matter how they were cut. Mum wore a smashing outfit, she looked really glamorous, Sara wore a dress for the first time in ages and looked stunning, which made my trousers look very common beside them, but I knew I had said I would wear a dress, and feeling quite dull by them I knew one day I would. The play, that was fine, not the best, but I was distracted weighing up the smartly dressed women, thinking what a dress would feel like.

After we all agreed it had been a good night out, not sure how dad would have accepted my clothes, but thought he would have been fine after the shock. Sara accused me of looking at the smart men, and declared that if I was eyeing up men then she would need to make sure I was eyeing her up, and no amount of protest would stop her teasing me, I insisted I was looking at the women. Then mum joined in and teased me about which style I liked the most. I gave up in the end, saying they won and to just tell me what I should be doing and when, which brought a laugh and a smile to their faces.

 

 

It is hard to say why I did what I did next. I had a study week, that usually means I caught up with college work, had a rest, and would have something prepared for a meal in the evening to save mum doing it after work, which she usually does. Anyway why I do not know but after mum went to work on the Monday I got up, usually I would slob around, but instead I showered and dressed in tight jeans and a mohair top, blow dried my hair then studied. Come the evening I had a meal ready and when mum came in she thanked me for the meal, and opened a bottle of wine. Then over the meal asked about my day, particularly why I was dressed girly and my hair loose, which she said I had done really well. But then continued with an offer to show me how to style it rather than just dry it.

So Tuesday I tried what I had she had taught me, styled my then lacquered it. But mum when came home that evening with styling gel to try, we played with that.

Wednesday, I invited Sara over; she came in a skirt, she said to please me, and loved my gelled hair, and then suggested colouring it, which is just what mum, had in mind as well. So after we had eaten I was given a temporary dye, which meant instead of mid brown I had a mahogany coloured head of hair with a great shine.

I still am not sure why but playing with my hair got us all into a really good mood, chatting and discussing how each of us might restyle, mum fancied a 2 layer light and dark colouring, the dark being hidden when still, Sara had never had short hair, and for me I liked mine long and maybe blonde.

Thursday mum left out a Cosmo mag, which I saved till I had finished my studies, then had a read, which lead to playing with make up I had in my room from weeks ago. I thought I had done it very muted, just enhancing my features, but mum's first reaction on coming home, was to stroke my cheek and lift my fringe, taking in what I had done, then smile, 'nice' she said 'what is for tea'

Friday, I had to get plenty of studying done so I could work the weekend, but did shower and pull on a bra etc, then while the meal was cooking slipped to put on some lip-gloss and mascara. Not sure who I was doing it for, mum or me, but she said I looked nice again, I was enjoyed taking care in my appearance and being flattered.

As far as dressing, that weekend saw me scruffy as I worked both days, but relaxing with Sara and mum on Sunday evening before we went out, mum suggested that once the exams were over she would treat us all to a special time, then winked, how special? Very special, but let me think about it some more and I shall have it all sorted for the day after you finish.

 

 

So the exams came, I concentrated on them and the part time job, trying not to think about what treat mum might have in mind, but expecting it to be something we all would enjoy. Sara's exams finished a week before mine and would be round at our house cooking for us when we got home, then when I went to revise would chat with mum and giggle excitedly, all adding to the anticipation, part excitement, part dread.

My last exam was on a Thursday, and I went out with my classmates for the evening and had a farewell drink with them, plenty of what are you going to do now chat, and mucking about as well. I did not know what I wanted to do, or even what I was doing next; except for mum's special treat which I could hardly talk about with straight friends.

Friday, I woke up late to find Sara in the house making herself some lunch, and looking very pleased with herself. By mid afternoon I was recovered and dressed in a bra and full girls outfit at her request. I had styled my hair, done a quick make up and then was surprised to see mum come home early. It was then I noticed she had a small suitcase and a hold all in her room packed, all she wanted to do was change and freshen up and told me to pack, which Sara was already doing.

We loaded our bags into the car and left for I knew not where. I drove which kept my mind elsewhere, arriving at our London hotel about 7. Booked in, then out for something to eat, when I felt we had stopped moving I asked what we would be doing. This created a 'should we tell him, or leave him guessing' conversation. In the end they looked at me and said it was best I just follow them, go with the flow, but what was booked was a weekend theatre break. And not to worry I would be asked to do nothing they were not prepared to do themselves, and it was going to be fun.

The fun started in the morning, I had noticed parcels arriving over the past weeks, now I found out what they were. But first Sara helped me shave all over; telling me waxing and creams need time to heal. So with my downy hair all gone mum produced a pair of false tits, which she said would look real by the finish. And when she had glued and made up the edges I could not see the join, next she said only mum's could do this not girlfriends. She slide a tight tube over my penis then put the hair dryer on it which made the tube shrink onto the penis, then she took the tails hanging from it and pulled it behind me till my penis was up between my legs and looking backwards, and stuck them down. We then all had an admiring session, was told how good I looked in the nude, to which I had to agree.

The black trousers fitted better now and mum had bought a new bra to take my new chest size. By now it was mid morning and we were off out for a coffee, then we had an appointment. Which turned out to be a ladies salon. All three of us booked in already for the work we each needed. This was largely new to me and tried to see what the others were having done, but would see them with their heads covered like mine so had no idea what was happening, just that I was being treated the same as them.

My hair was washed, but from then everything was new but for reading bottles I had no idea what the salon girls were doing. Mum and I ended up in the hood dryers together, I tried to talk but she just took my hand and smiled at me. Then nail technicians set about us, massaging my fingers first which was very relaxing, then when I opened my eyes they were making the nails longer. Several hours after going in we were stood in the reception area staring at each other, mum had basically booked us in for the styles we had discussed all those weeks ago, her bob was dark on top with blonde underneath, Sara was really short, and I was blonde, centre parting with everything flicked backwards. The other thing to realise was our nails, mum's talons were burgundy which I knew would match the dress she had brought with her, mine I was told were French tips and seemed ridiculously long until I later compared them to mum's, who smiled at me, and said I could have the same next time if I wanted.

We now had to shop I was told. They also told me it was to be my introduction to fabrics and styles, I thought reading a few of their magazines would help here, but we had 4 hours to get me sorted they said, so first a dress for the theatre. I tried to protest that trousers can look really classy and what is wrong with culottes, but they just told me to go with the flow and enjoy. After what seemed like endless trips to changing rooms, which thankfully were not communal, I was getting used to being in a woman's environment and attracting no attention other than comments on how nice the dress looked, not, there's a man in here call security. It was decided a white dress, virginal they suggested, with a very full skirt, loose cross over top and flared sleeves was chosen. Then we had to get the underwear and shoes. Sara insisted I get stockings and a white fine lace undies set. Then all we needed was white sandals, which had the highest heels I had ever seen, but they both told me they looked great. Last we got what I called a wide scarf but was told was a wrap, and assured would look very elegant.

After a rest for a drink it was back to change for the evening and I was really getting very excited by all the attention. Mum was sweet as she asked how I had liked the day, I had to admit to loving it, Sara asked how I liked the new look, getting used to it I smiled in response. Well mum said the best is to come, the getting glammed up, then going out and strutting about feeling great and being noticed is something I hope you enjoy. 'Like I am not feeling noticed already, try being a boy dressed like this and you will feel noticed'

Anyway mum assured me I would enjoy the next part. Sara went to her room to change leaving me with mum. She said we should get ready together, so we stripped and put on our clean underwear, which felt very strange seeing mum naked, and quite strange to see she does have a good figure, not something sons usually think. She showed me how to put on stockings, and then make up. I had been thinning my brows already but she pulled more out to get a thinner line, they grow back she assured me, how long I asked she shrugged. Now for the dress it was hung up waiting and after the sensations of the day, following the stockings and delicate pants, the feel of the dress floating down my body made goose bumps appear everywhere along with a tightening in my groin, which hurt a bit as the restriction was felt, not for the first time I must add. As I fastened my shoes mum slipped on her burgundy dress, I had seen it hanging but on it was stunning, strapless and fitted at the bust then flowing around her legs. When I told she looked great, she thanked me and said that was the point, and I looked brilliant also. I just blushed.

Sara had been out all the time and I had not thought to ask what she was going to wear. Mum rang her room to tell her we were ready, she was round in a flash. I do not know who was the most shocked me or her, she just stared at me then mum, 'Two stunning ladies, absolutely' I stared back she was in a black suit shiny lapels, bow tie, flat hair and trying to speak with a deep voice. I must have had a gormless look on my face, she came to me and kissed my cheek, 'we decided that it would be fun to have a man around and I fancied short hair, and why should you get all the fun of being a different gender' mum just said the suit fitted well, picked up our clutch bags and were ushered out by Sara.

I was in a sensory overload on reflection, I had never worn such high heels, or stockings, or a dress, or been made up so well, every part of me wanted to say this is different, some parts telling me this feels very nice. The skirt swished around my legs as we walked to the foyer, then the cool air hit my near bare skin as we stepped outside, and people were looking at us as we walked out. This was a real adrenalin buzz, what if we are caught, how embarrassing. We got into a cab, I relaxed slightly, then we were in the west end, Sara lead us to a bar for a strong drink, mum checked she had the tickets, and we realised we had no idea what she had brought us to see. Ballet she told us, then explained the audience dress up more for ballet, and the story she felt appropriate, the ugly duckling theme. I just blushed and looked at my empty G & T.

Mum is very good at the strutting, so I tried to copy her confidence, Sara just tried to be manly but probably only doing as well as my girly impression. But I knew I was having more fun than both of them.

Ballet is surprisingly entertaining, and the women in the audience were mostly well dressed which made me feel as if I nearly fitted in, except for the minor difference of what I keep in my knickers.

Having hardly eaten all day, we made our way to a nice looking restaurant full of people like us who had been to a show. Mum was in her element, and encouraging me to enjoy the atmosphere, and the whole female experience. I did try but doubted I was anywhere near as confident as my mother. Sara just kept up the man role for all she was worth, and not doing to badly, possibly better than me.

It was early morning by the time the cab had dropped us back at the hotel, and we had been to the bar for one last drink. Somewhere in the evening we had talked about our rooms, mum booked 3 singles, but hers and Sara's were twins, mine was a double. So after we watched mum close her door, we just looked at each other, 'yours or mine' we said together. The double was unanimous, but Sara said she had one last treat, slipped into her room, and then came to mine with a bag.

I hardly had the door shut before she was kissing me, we broke for air, 'undress, then look in bag'. This took time, but as I undressed Sara was getting out of her suit. I came out of the en suite wearing her gift, a red silk nightie, to see her wearing just boxers and a t-shirt. We had never done anything like this before, and climbed into bed to find out how things were when you get really intimate.

Next morning we woke feeling unsure of what we had done the night before. My penis was still sore from it's straining against the sheath, but as I moved the nightie rode over my skin and reminded me of all the nice sensations.

'So what are we supposed to be doing today?' I asked my horizontal partner, who happened to be looking at me. 'Well a coffee to start if you are offering' and without thinking I got up switched the kettle on. She watched me 'you still look great you know, even first thing with messed up hair and make up you should have cleaned off, you are still a very attractive woman' 'Give over' I told her 'you know what I am really' then with a grin told me 'Even knowing that, you are still hotter than I ever can be' I was about to protest when mum rang on the hotel phone. She wanted some breakfast and were we joining her to discuss what she had planned.

After our breakfast discussion, we heard more of mum's plan that we would agree too, it was decided that Sara was going to be Sam until we went home, and if I wanted I could be Danielle too, as if I had any choice without my Dan clothes.

The choice we did have was this, we could stay in London. Go to the coast. Or go home. Whichever we choose we would stay as Danielle and Sam until we got back to our house. Mum then looked at us both, 'if you shared a room it would make the money go further', we acted all innocent, but she smiled and winked, ' I know you can't get up to much at present, what with Danielle looking so neat in the panty area, and I would be fool to think you went straight to bed when you left me last night'. I blushed and dared not make eye contact, 'thought so' she said, 'wasn't sure, but I am now' she paused, 'So where?' Sara made the decision, she wanted to have a few days in London, and later told me most hotels have twin rooms and we had a double which was unlikely to happen at another hotel.

We went our separate ways in the daytime, but in the evenings mum insisted we dressed smart for dinner. This meant we wore pretty androgynous clothes for sight seeing, but come the night I had to wear a skirt, surprisingly I never complained, even spending time buying a new one that mum would approve of, but with Sara's encouragement I bought a short kilt that felt like I was showing the world everything including my knickers, but Sara insisted I wore daytime, which had the effect of sending her into full time male mode, as I teetered about on the heels trying not to show my pants, after three days I had to admit it was great fun being Danielle. The daytime with Sara was fun, the evenings with mum were great, and especially all the effort that went into getting ready. And the nights were full of surprises and discovery, we even managed to make each other come, though I did not fancy a second time as I was so sore with my penis so securely tied up, but at the time it was brilliant.

The Wednesday morning I went to breakfast in the kilt, mum quietly asked if I intended going out in it, 'already have' I answered, 'fulltime skirts then?' 'For today, yes' She changed the subject 'I was thinking of heading for home today, I had a call from a friend late last night, and I think we have done enough here, what do you say?' we looked at each other, mum wanted to go home for her friend, so told her what a great time we had had, but we should head back to normality. To which she asked 'and what is that now?' We looked at each other for a few moments, then I raised the subject of what to wear, and maybe the kilt was not quite right for going home in. Sara had to ask if the skirt was out, did that mean the hair, nails and make up were out as well. I gave mum the choice, if she wanted I would go and clean up, wash my hair and do something with the nails. I was trying to say I like this, but it is up to you from now on, what about the neighbours?

Somehow she made it sound like a compromise when she suggested trousers would be better for travelling rather than a short skirt. Sara squeezed my thigh, 'better pack and get ready then'

For the next few days I went back to a fairly androgynous style, except my hair at the front was to short to go in a ponytail, so I had a big fringe and long wispy bits at the sides. Also the nails were too nice to remove, I also had a chest that was inappropriate for a man, but a baggy top possibly hid them. Mum was helping her friend with a crisis, so I spent my time with Sara or keeping house for mum, and cooking for her when she came home.

The next week was a turning point, I had two months off till the results came out and mum had wanted me to get some work, but now I was rather hard to employ given the way I looked, but she suggested there would be openings in the gay bars, and she had done her research. So armed with a list of bars, and dressed in heels, tight trousers, ¾ top, not much make up and a baggy jacket, I set off in search of a job.

Neither of us knew there were different sorts of gay bar, but I quickly learnt. Most wanted butch men or camp boys, I did not fit, but one was interested. The Nine Bob Note had a restaurant and needed staff, but there was a uniform of sorts. I agreed to a week's trial starting the next day, and had to arrive early to change, and was to bring some black heels. I thought nothing of it except mum would be pleased, and she was.

Next morning I found some money with a note saying 'for the shoes, get a nice neat pair' PS 'you can pay me back' I had never really shopped alone before but thought I could just walk past a few windows, see what I like then go in and ask for my size. I did see what I liked, but when I went in and asked, the sale girl somehow had me sitting and trying on a pair, then another, and another. In the end she was right, I would have bought the wrong size, and after finding out where I was going knew what they would want. Black, patent, stilettos, it was less than an hour before I realised she was right.

When I arrived at the Nine Bob Note I was taken to a locker room by a nice person that I thought was a girl, who explained the uniform and what the entailed. First the clothes, she showed me a dress asked if I would be happy in one, I said I had worn dresses before, when she said how short, I described the kilt, so I should be OK with this. She pulled a blue dress off a rail, and told me it should fit. Well to shorten the tale I was soon wearing it, the bodice was tight when the laces were pulled in, with puffy little sleeves of the shoulder, and the skirt was short but with the net underskirt it seemed shorter, the stockings I was given were hardly covered when I moved, then with my heels on I knew why they had been suggested.

The work was easy, two other girls? Dressed the same just different colours worked with me, I was a waitress dressed as a fantasy maid and the men loved it. Dee and Jen, the other two girls gave me tips on wandering hands and getting tips, best summed up as let them see but no touching. By close that night my feet were worn out when I flopped in the locker room, I sat as Dee quickly cleaned herself up and changed into a smart boy, I was shocked, are we all the same, I asked, they smiled at me 'of course we are, why do you think you got a job, the kitchen staff are all men, the boss, Sheila is a woman, and all the bar staff and us are the same, don't knows' it took a bit to take in, I was sure there were at least some women here. Sheila then walked in with the tips, I had money in my hand, a bit shell shocked, but would be back the next evening.

I got home late and found mum still up wanting to know how things had gone. I described it as a waiting on job, not going into detail about the 'uniform' and told her how much I should be making, and offered to help with my contribution to the housekeeping. She seemed pleased and pointed out we would see little of each other as our jobs were different hours.

I know she wanted me to enjoy the job, and I know she enjoys me dressing as I do, otherwise why would she have taken me out so many times. But I was not sure she would like the outfit I was wearing at work. I did not realise it but would find out soon.

Sara rang and wanted to know everything as well, so gave her the edited version I had given mum, and said I would see her for lunch.

The week passed quickly, mid afternoon I was out in my androgynous look, change at work, and get to know the others better, wait on tables, change back, and go home.

This was my first real job and I enjoyed the money, as well as the work, and in a way the clothes with the attention they brought. Men and some women were definitely not there for the food, we were floorshow, a bit like an offbeat hooters in the states.

As predicted I did not see much of mum, and Sara only for lunch twice, but I was off on Sunday and we could catch up then, but things would need some explaining by then. On Friday evening I was doing my usual thing serving the customers, learning to flirt and get more tips, when mum and Sara came in unnoticed by me. They got a table in a corner and did not make themselves known until it went quiet. How considerate! They had seen me flirting with loads of people, had seen the outfit I had forgotten to tell them about, there was so much I wish they had not seen. It was Sara who came up to me, approaching from behind she said 'nice legs' and I froze. Her voice brought me down very quickly, and my mind went into shock thinking how she would take this, why was she there, did I have nice legs?

I joined them later at their table with my drink; they did indeed have some questions, and some comments. They liked the dress, I did have nice legs, who are the others, I seem to get on well with the men, and did I like the attention they made of me. I wanted to know why they had come, what they thought of the place, should I be doing this, was I gay, did I really have nice legs?

I had arranged to go out that night with the staff, so I promised not to be late and would see them later. The 'girls' changed out of their costumes and into their street clothes, I had jeans and a jumper, they had hot little dresses. 4 of us apparently were on the pull, I was not asked it was assumed I was apart of it. So we went too a couple of late bars, they said to get in the mood, then to a club. I was trying to just watch what was happening, and keep in the group, but the group one by one disappeared, till there was me stood next to Dee who was engrossed in a man. I was surprised when a voice asked if I would like drink, he looked at my empty glass, I must have nodded agreement as he returned with strong vodka. Next thing I am dancing with him, and then when he touches I do not recoil. Another drink, another dance – closer – and I feel his hard on, then his lips, again I do not recoil. Thoughts are going through my vodkaed mind about whether I should be doing this, should I enjoy it, what would Sara say. Then his lips touched mine and I responded. I have no idea how long we kissed, but soon enough Dee was touching me asking if I would go to the ladies with her. There she told me to touch up the lipstick, and gave me a condom. 'Be sure and safe' was all she said on the subject, was it so obvious it was my first time. It was also getting late and we were doing lunches, as it was Saturday next day, her advice was to get his number and save it for another day, as she was going to do.

I crept into the dark house, and fell asleep with all sorts of things whizzing round my head. It seemed like I had only just gone off, when the alarm woke me. I was not sure what to say to mum, so just dressed then quickly left the house, with time short it was not a good time for the talk we would end up having. Sunday I would have to face her.

Work was fine, Dee was really friendly, wanting to know how my head was, did I get his number, which way do I swing. To which I answered, not too bad, yes, not sure. She then kissed me and told me I was definitely going to be fun, not sure what she meant and with so many options unexplored I knew Dee might show me some new things, and then with a stroke of my stocking top, she said 'time for work'

The Sunday talk was unpredictable, by me anyway. Sara had apparently been around the evening before, she was still there in the morning, and I guess discussing me. So I had to tell them how I felt about the job, they called me a sex object, a tart, then told me I looked great, that I should show my legs more often, which had me confused. Then we got to sexuality, I realised mum and Sara were sitting together, and that they were smiling and giving each other looks that I later recognised as virtual hand holding, but I was into trying to describe how it felt to be attractive to men and possibly attracted by men, when Sara reminded me how I liked her as a man. None of this was helping, and said I was going out for a while to think.

I rang Dee to ask if we could meet, of course come round, was the simple reply. I put on my kilt, and silkiest blouse leaving lots of buttons undone, I felt wanton and wanted to see were I would go. Leaving the house with a coat covering my outfit, I took it off at Dee's who just welcomed me with a hug and a kiss. 'So what do you want to know?' she asked, I had a lot of whys, and a few how's. Dee assured me the why is never answered, the how can be easier. Then as we talked she/he got closer, there had been plenty of touching already, but then Dee undid the last few buttons and asked ' would you like to see how I can make you smile?' 'Meaning' I asked. She just slid a hand round my neck and pulled me to her. She was soon out of her trousers, and unlike me had nothing holding her male parts back, I am not sure how we did it but I sucked her, she licked me. And I left with a smile.

I got in still smiling, to find mum in a good mood and dressed in her wrap, and when Sara appeared to help making the meal, she mum kept touching her in an affectionate way. I only said 'mum' but the tone was odd and mum just turned round to Sara then told me to sit down. While I have been doing some exploring, the outfit I wore had not gone unnoticed earlier, they too had been doing some exploring, and seeing as how I was off seeing what men were like they had had a look at what women were like, and initial findings were good, they liked it. I was shocked, but I was put in my place as they had guessed most of what I had done over the last days, then they told me how the visit to the restaurant had been the start, but they chatted about me and other things latter on the Friday night with a drink at home, and then ended up kissing. 'Oh' was about all I could think to say, but thought I really must get that phone number out, and go shopping, I need a new dress, my nails are needing help, my hair needs a wash, must pick up some condoms from the bar, KY jelly. So much to think about now I was being allowed try with the quiet help of my mum. I came back to earth as mum read my thoughts, ' We could go shopping when you are free, get you something to go out with Dee in, if you like'

The next few days were a turmoil, I was confused about who I was, why I was dressing so feminine, was I gay, where did Sara fit in my life after she had lead me into this whole new world. It was time for a heart to heart with Sara, she thought we should clear up a few things as well, and said she would see me when I got up next day.

She was always persuasive, just look at how I was first persuaded to wear her clothes, and I agreed somehow that we should stop seeing each other as a couple, and consider ourselves as sisters. It had been over a week since we had been intimate, what with one thing and another I was just too busy, so maybe we should be friends. We sat back and reflected on the new situation, I could see myself as free to go out with Dee and not feel unfaithful, Sara I hoped would be the sort of friend/sister I could confide in but that needed time I guessed. In the meantime I told her she was welcome to come around any time, apparently mum had already told her that, and they were in fact off out that evening to the pictures, just the two of them. As friends I asked, very good friends she replied, after the weekend revelations I took that to mean more.

So come my next day off, mum insisted on taking me shopping after she finished work. We meet, had a quick meal then hit the shops. 'Still want trousers?' she asked, 'not sure, what do you think' as I tried to duck the question, and find out how far she was prepared to let me go before she called me a tart or bimbo. 'Well we know you have great legs, shame to hide them!' oh I thought how short could I go. I soon found out as mum pulled out a party dress, which barely covered the panties, with gloss tights, and matching shoes 'A stunner', she remarked. I tried looking at trousers for old times sake, but we did not have much time and had to make a choice. I went home with a mini dress that really was a big pink satin vest that had a large belt sitting on the hips, glossy tan tights and 4" pink sandals. 'Now all you need is to arrange a night out and show it off' I was relieved but at the same time shocked that my mum actually wanted me to go out dressed like this.

I saw Dee the next day and told her about the dress, she immediately told me we were going out after work the next day. So next day I turn up for work, with an extra bag of clothes. Work dragged, but soon enough we were changing. Dee put on plenty of wows, and plenty of touching, 'I would love to have you all for myself, but I think you should experience the effect you will have.' She added some bangles and declared us ready, even if I did not feel it, I felt naked, nude knickers and a skimpy dress did not seem suitable protection against the elements, but Dee was in a similar state and she did have hold of my hand and was dragging me through the door.

I never bought a drink, even refused them, I enjoyed the attention, I could allow hands to wander unlike work, and enjoy the buzz. One man was really nice, we danced and chatted and drank, Dee was off with his friend enjoying himself, so I some how found myself once again kissing a man and not running away shrieking. It was nice. When his hand got under the hem of the dress I stopped him and told him I might have a surprise hidden there, he just reassured me by telling they knew Dee and about her, so he hoped I was just like her, when I said yes, his hand just slid to the top of my legs, touched my straining penis, I felt a buzz through my body, and he just smiled, ' that sort of surprise I like'.

Ralph lived not far away, so invited us all round for 'coffee' the thrill of a strong arm holding my waist as I teetered by his side, he gave me his jacket as he thought I would be cold, my mind was not registering such things until later. This was brilliant.

Once inside Dee got me to one side as the men made some drinks, 'you can say no' she insisted, 'well make sure you are safe then', I smiled and showed her a packet. 'Right in that case, you take Ralphy to his bedroom, and leave me and my man here, OK' I hugged her, and the drinks arrived, pretty strong gin with less tonic, I did as I was told and whispered in his ear that I would like to see his bedroom. And he did. Then showed me a few things that had not been on display. Soon the panties were off along with his trousers, and we were enjoying making him hard. Then I heard Dee making orgasm noises, and I rolled on my back and told him he had to do that to me. So covered and KYed he set about me, I came draped over the footboard of the bed with him stood behind me, and me biting his duvet.

Once spent he went to pour another drink, Dee sneaked in and found my still as he left me, to exhausted to move. She pulled my face to hers, 'happy?' I nodded. 'Time to go then, slip this in' handing me a tampon 'and pull your pants on, I have rung for a taxi'

We left them sitting on the couch looking as knackered as we felt, and promised to do it again soon. The drive home was quiet, but holding hands seemed so right, we kissed as we parted. What a top night I thought as I crept in, I nearly did not notice Sara's coat and the two of everything, Sara had not gone home, how odd I thought.

Next morning I was woken by the shower, I had not washed before bed and knew I looked a mess, and then my arse reminded me it had been stretched. I needed to pee so had to get up. Sara caught me on the landing, 'that must have been a good night looking at the state of you sister, hope he was worth it?' 'I just need the toilet, please' but the way I walked must have given good clues as to what happened the night before.

Eventually I was ready to face my mum, she was sat drinking a coffee and offered to make me one, which I accepted. Then facing one another over the kitchen table she asked 'was the dress a success?' 'Oh yes it went down well' 'thought it would,. You were back late, was it good?' where was she leading with this, and what was Sara doing here. Hoping to avoid the question I asked about Sara. This got me confused as she told me how they were growing closer, and if I was going to experiment then why shouldn't they, but my mind vaguely reminded me this is your mum and ex girlfriend how can that be right, mum finished with a direct question 'so is it as sore as it looks?' 'What do you think?' 'What I was thinking was, you never had sex as a man, but now a man has had you. How does that feel?' I was trying to organise my thoughts when she filled the silence. 'I am fine with whatever you do, just be careful, and enjoy it. If you don't then stop. Understood?' 'I think so, and you do not mind me pretending to be a girl?' 'How can I, I encouraged you, and I like you this way' 'and Sara?' I asked 'that is something we are enjoying, and if that stops, then we move on.'

Over the next month, Sara moved in fulltime and did not use the spare room that often from what I could make out. She had rarely worn skirts, but she was always in trousers, and bloke style tops, then she got a job at a builder's merchant, and would come home filthy. I guessed she was doing the male thing to balance me, but then maybe she just liked it. I meantime had got more girly. Mum had suggested when I had my nails first done I could have longer ones later and now was later. I also got my ears pierced and promised to have my navel done. And while getting my roots done had my hair streaked.

Dee became a firm friend and helped me explore all sorts of new things. She taught me the art of caressing, and could make me cum several times. Other times insisting I give her all the attention. We dated some men we meet at the bars, with varying success, but when I bumped into Ralph on evening I felt myself getting hard just thinking about him, so much so that I made sure he took me to his flat to see if he was as good as my memory insisted he was, he was, but this time instead of a taxi, he wrapped me in a duvet and made me coffee in the morning. He wanted to run me home, but instead I persuaded him to make love again, and then run me to work. He just smiled cleared the cups off then laid me over the kitchen table.

And so my future was sealed, I became sex mad, Ralph never refused, and Dee was always there if I needed a change. Sara and mum seemed happy in each other, becoming a public couple, which raised a few eyebrows, which was nothing compared to the gossip I must have caused. Goodness knows what people must have thought when we were all out, and we meet someone we knew. It gave them something to talk about anyway.

  

  

  

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