This is a work of FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18 or if you are not an adult according to the laws of your state or country. Do NOT read this if you are offended by fantasies involving sexually explicit material.
A tiny amount of the start of this is true, as for the rest....!!
Comments welcome to bethjac@hotmail.com and/or sararever@hotmail.com

 

An Unusual Sort of Wedding                by: Bethany Jacques and Sara Rever Eveille

 

Chapter 1 - Found out

It was just after Christmas that Carol came up with THE idea to end all ideas. At first I couldn’t believe it, not too long before that I had been VERY doubtful indeed about telling her about my ‘dressing’. But she had come home early from a Christmas concert rehearsal and found me, sat in the kitchen on a high stool, a total tart!!

I had expected 4 hours ‘free’ time to dress, and got myself ready in just over an hour, bra and panties, tight short skirt (hers), seamed stockings (mine!), sensational high heels (again mine!!), makeup, wig, long red stuck-on nails, the lot! I felt gorgeous sitting with a drink with my legs crossed, thighs exposed, safe and content. Until. "Well, don’t you look gorgeous, Ben!"

The voice shocked me. Carol had come in quietly, not deliberately so, but my secret was out. And I couldn’t escape, she was in the doorway and I certainly was not going to flee outside the back door. I was stuck, and couldn’t speak. But she did.

"You know, Ben, I should be shocked, and disappointed, and upset, and crying maybe, and... Well. But I’m not. And do you know why?" Here it comes, I thought, the bombshell. And I was right in a way. "Because you look GORGEOUS. No, really, you do, that skirt looks way better on you than on me. It does. And the legs, and the makeup, you are obviously well-practised. How long has this been going on?" She moved to get a bottle of white wine from the fridge, then get two glasses. When she offered me one I drank deep at first, I needed it. I was just beginning to recover.

And then I blurted it all out, dressing at home in sister’s stuff, in my flat at college in a girlfriend’s party dress, buying clothes at Oxfam shops, going to the TV shop in town, dressing up when she was out. I really did feel relieved when I had said it all.

She asked me directly about sex, about being gay or bi, men, going out dressed. I reassured her that in those areas nothing had happened, I was strictly an ‘at-home’ TV.

"You mean you have never been out dressed? OK my darling, let us do something about that right now."

It only took two minutes, she was upstairs and down, in a miniskirt herself, and a tight top with quite a cleavage I had not seen before, and in her highest stilettos which I regret were too small for me. She was enjoying herself.

Twenty minutes later, after sneaking out of the house in the dark, Carol pulled into the car park of a superstore about eight miles away. The drive itself had been fun - it was exciting just sitting there in the car with the seat belt dividing my breasts, and a short skirt revealing lots of thigh and my high heels. Carol pulled into a space and got out. ‘Hang on, I won’t be a minute’ she called and skipped off. I sat there for nearly five minutes while I watched her go to the kiosk in the store foyer, then return.

‘OK, now it’s your turn’.

I was shocked. Just what did she want me to do? I didn’t dare go in the store myself.

‘Right darling, time to show off your legs. I’m not driving you home until you have done this so you may as well get on with it. Grab your handbag and go to the cash-point in the wall. There, to the left of the entrance, we need about £50 cash to get through the weekend, and you are going to get it.

OK?"

I had no choice. I checked in my bag, yes, Carol had put my plastic card in there. I opened the door and got out. That very first feeling was absolute magic! As I walked towards the front of the store, towards the light (!) - well, my breasts bounced up and down inside my bra, the breeze felt gorgeous against my sheer nylonned legs, my tight short skirt restricted my step and showed loads of leg, my heels made that gorgeous clicking noise on the ground, my hair swung, my earrings swung, I LOVED it! I got to the cash-point safely, there weren’t many people shopping late in the evening. It was difficult pushing the keypad in my long nails but I managed, I got the cash and stuffed in into my bag and turned to go back. There was a MAN behind me! OK, quite a nice looking man, but a man nevertheless. Suddenly I was flustered, until I saw the look on his face. He was smiling. Of course he was. He was standing less then two feet from a tart in high heels and a miniskirt, staring at her boobs, and probably imagining....

Then I got myself together and, in a cool, calm, clear but not too deep voice, said "Excuse me" so he would realise I wanted to pass. He looked embarrassed but moved to one side. I stepped past him confidently and headed back to the car. Carol was grinning when I got in. "I saw that, you tramp. Good isn’t it, now, let’s go have sex!" And we did, standing up, in the dark in the park area next to the supermarket, it was extraordinary, breast to breast, fondling each other’s stockings, smearing lipstick as we kissed. I climaxed almost as soon as I entered her, and just came and came.

The following week she surprised me again, got me a tight red basque and a pair of fishnets for Christmas. I daren’t wear them even in the house but, about two weeks later, she came up with THE idea. ‘I’ve been prospecting, Ben. There’s a gay and TV club in town, I popped in last night on my way home, just to see. It looks a good place, not too many people there. I saw a couple of men holding hands in the corner, and two TVs, neither as good as you! I think it would liven up later. So tonight, I think we should go there. Two tarts. You and me! I can wear my new black dress, and overdo the makeup! And you can wear your new basque, and fishnets, and my tiny red minidress. OK?"

 

Chapter 2: Night out!

Carol told me to go upstairs and strip off, I meekly did as I was told and within minutes I was naked. Carol came in carrying a large jar of a thick white cream. She took the lid off and silently began to massage great dollops of it on to my legs, arms, underarms and chest. The cream was very cold and smelled disgusting.

"What is this stuff?" I asked.

"It’s an extra strong hair remover cream, I ordered from the chemists." she replied in a complete matter of fact manner, "you don’t want to look like a female Russian shot putter now do you?"

"No of course not, how long will it last for?" I wondered out loud.

"A few months or so the label says" Carol replied. After several minutes she had completely caked me in the vile pungent stuff, and I was advised to keep it on for twenty minutes before showering it off. So I had to stand around in the bathroom looking like a cross channel swimmer about to take a dip into the cold water. The time took ages to pass but eventually Carol came back into the room and turned on the shower and told me to get in and wash it all off.

Carol had been busy whilst I had been waiting and she look stunning. She was wearing new underwear, the like I had never seen her wear before. Her already small waist had been pulled in even tighter with a white satin waspie to which six long suspenders were attached. She had on a matching bra, which pushed, up her small but pert tits and her heavenly arse was encased in more of the white satin hi line briefs. The hot water washed off the cream with ease and I was amazed to see the thin smattering of fine hair that had coated my legs fall away with it. By the time I climbed out of the shower I was completely smooth except for my groin and head. We went through to the bedroom to dress. "Breathe in Bethany." Carol said as she began to lace up the basque she had just wrapped around my waist.

As the lacing began to get higher she also began to pull them tighter and tighter until by the time she had it fully laced I was struggling to catch my breath. The effect however was sensational my waist was about 4" narrower than previously and it gave me a far more feminine shape, especially when the bra cups had been suitably padded out. The panties she had selected for me were heavily elasticated which when pulled into position flattened out my masculine bulge, and completed my new female form. By the time I had pulled on my stockings and dress I looked and felt fantastic. It just took the heels, wig, nails, jewellery and makeup to complete the transformation from boring male to voluptuous female. Carol had finished her outfit off with fine white lace topped nylons and short denim skirt and see through white blouse and 4" stiletto heels. She looked a tart and very sexy I wanted to screw her there and then but she insisted that that must wait until later as we didn’t want to ruin all the hard work so early.

I found it incredibly frustrating that we had ‘wasted’ all the previous years by me hiding Bethany from her. If only I had known that she would be so receptive and encouraging I would have ‘owned up’ to my needs much earlier. I never knew that she could be so exciting, I had always thought that she was quite conservative in her outlook, but my cross-dressing had ‘flicked a switch’ in her head which turned her into a complete vamp. She called a cab and we waited in the lounge looking for the entire world like to prostitutes going out to ply their trade for the evening. "What if the neighbours see us leaving," I asked. "To hell with them, do you really care, anyway for all they know it could be a fancy dress night, and to be honest nobody not even your mother would know that the gorgeous girl I have in front of me is really you. Quick set the alarm here is the cab," she said as she grabbed her bag and keys. I followed her out into the cold night air and immediately felt the cool breeze up under my skirt, and around my legs. As I followed her into the back of the cab my skirt rose further up my thigh exposing the top of my fishnets. I tried to pull it down but it was far to tight to make much difference so I pushed my knees together and put my bag on my lap to spare my blushes.

The cab driver tried to make conversation, and Carol took the lead in making the polite replies whilst holding my hand. From his reactions and constant sexual innuendoes he was certainly under the impression that we were two girls looking for a fun time this evening, which immediately raised my confidence. Carol had just asked the taxi driver to drop us on the street, and had not told him where we were going. He might have twigged if he had taken us to the club door.

It was about a half mile walk to the club, and I felt at ease and very confident in my heels, and the sound of them on the pavement was driving me wild with excitement.

The club looked quite busy as we approached with several guys in tight leathers hanging around outside. As we got closer it appeared that they were actually the bouncers. We walked up the steps to the doorway and one of them said, "Good evening ladies, you do realise that this is a Gay, Lesbian and Transvestite club, don’t you?"

"Oh yes," I said as I continued up the stairs and through the darkened doorway. Once inside the club, we paid our entrance fees and handed in our coats and made our way to an empty booth.

The music was very loud and the dance floor was already busy with all sorts of weird and wonderful looking people. From a quick cursory headcount I would estimate that close on 150 people were in the club and that three-quarters were men (presumably gay) and the rest female either lesbians or transvestites. A man carrying a tray wearing just pair of black leather shorts and boots came to our table and asked if we wanted a drink. We order large G&T’s and he minced off toward the bar. Three double Gins later we were both laughing and giggling at our table like a couple of excited schoolgirls.

"Lets dance," Carol said as she stood up pulling me with her. The floor was still busy but we found a space and started to jig along to the pulsating noise. The other dancers were doing a lot of touching and groping, and we quickly got into the swing by throwing our arms around each other and caressing erotically. Carol smiled when she found my erection pushing into her groin, she knew that I was having a good time. After several minutes the music and groping died down and we needed a break, so we returned to our table to find another couple had sat down at it. They apologised not realising that the table had been taken, but we invited them to stay.

The guy was called Steve and the girl was called Samantha, they looked quite a bit younger than we did and very ‘out of place’ and uncomfortable with their surroundings. Somehow they had got into the club not realising its type and had become fascinated by the clientele, to the point of being quite stimulated by it. It seemed to be a little far fetched and I suspected that it was not the entire truth, but I didn’t press it with them. Steve asked if I was a man, I of course blushed and felt embarrassed but nodded my response. He immediately followed up with the same question to Carol, at which point we both cracked up laughing out load. It was his turn to look sheepish and embarrassed. Samantha’s face was a picture, she looked daggers at him and told him what a fool he was, and apologised to us both on his behalf.

Sam was very complimentary about my appearance and tried to reassure me that I really looked good and very convincing. I broke the tension of the situation by telling her that she too looked very convincing, once again we all laughed.

Over the next hour we got chatting with me explaining to them (and as it happens Carol too) what it felt like being a cross-dresser and how difficult a stressful it could be. Steve and Sam was a very nice couple and appeared to be very understanding and quite supportive of what Carol and I were going through. Telling us that they found it to be very liberating and that just because society was able to accept girls dressing like men, it should stop the reverse being acceptable too.

After two or three more gins Steve asked if we could dance. I looked at Carol looking frightened she however insisted that I accepted the kind invitation.

"But I have never danced with a man before?" I whispered in her ear.

"Well its about time you did then, isn’t it dear" she answered. Steve grabbed my hand a led me to the dance floor, and we began to move slowly to the music. His eyes seemed to be everywhere looking me up and down making me feel very uncomfortable. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close.

"Your very beautiful, Bethany, and you look fantastic," he smiled. Steve was a good-looking lad I guess he was about 21 and 6’0" tall. His short blonde hair and blue eyes made him, very attractive to girls, I guess. "Thanks Steve, you’re pretty handsome, yourself," I answered. I looked over his shoulder and could see Carol and Samantha on the other side of the dance floor in a clinch. I was gob-smacked I had never seen Carol ‘close’ to anyone before and I immediately felt threatened. That feeling quickly changed to excitement as I saw Carol look over at me and wink and blow a kiss at me. With a mixture of feelings whizzing through my head and together with the alcohol in my veins I suddenly felt detached from the situation and very light headed.

Steve was still holding me tight, I lifted my head a kissed his cheek. His head turned with a big smile upon it and we kissed lips on lips. His hands were on my bottom pulling me into him, my hand were now around his neck and in his hair. Our tongues probed each other’s mouths and we virtually stopped moving to the music. I had never tasted another man and never thought I would, but I felt totally feminine and very attracted to him. I pulled away first and saw my lipstick on his lips, then saw Carol and Sam looking over at us still holding each other and both smiling at us. A few moments later Carol was by our side and said.

"It seems you two are having a good time, why don’t we go back to our place and all get to know each other a little better." We all quickly glanced at each other and saw that nobody was disapproving of the idea.

 

Chapter 3 - Night in

Half an hour later the four of us, a little the worse for wear - and alcohol, bundled out of the taxi and into the house, as quietly as we could not to disturb the neighbours. The journey had been quiet - I think we were all weighing up what had happened.

Carol got a bottle of white wine while Samantha looked through out CDs and Steve and I just sat. I was trying to stay calm but it was difficult - every time I moved my miniskirt rode up to show the tops of my fishnets and my bare thighs, I could see Steve was getting excited. But I did calm down, Carol brought the wine and we all just chatted for maybe half an hour. I was sat opposite Steve and Sam, she was a bit embarrassed by the ‘sexual tension’ in the air, I could tell. And so could Carol! She moved first, getting up and offering a hand to Sam. "Come on, Samantha, I just want to show you something, let’s leave these two alone."

I was amazed she was being so open about it, and really very disturbed. This had not been in the script for the evening, Carol leaving me alone with a handsome man. I decided to break the tension.

"So, Steve, you know why Carol and I were there. Well, tell me. Was it REALLY a coincidence that you and Sam ended up in that club tonight?" Steve started out rather hesitantly, more sober now. "Well, Bethany - sorry, I just have to call you Bethany, in no way do I see a ‘Ben’ sat opposite me. It really is a bit embarrassing, because things happened - well - the wrong way round."

I looked puzzled, I could see Steve was embarrassed, and moved across to the sofa to sit beside him.

"You know, when you were young, did your mother ever find any ‘rude’ magazines you hid in your room? Well that did happen to me and, about a month ago, it happened again. Except this time - this really is awkward you know - it was me doing the finding, a small stack of ‘lesbian’ magazines, Sam had bought them, I found them hidden under the bed. I confronted her and we had a row but decided to ‘work through’ the problem. That’s why we were there tonight, it was for Sam really, not to actually DO anything but just so she could see the lesbians in the club. She has fantasised about it but never done anything."

Steve was obviously upset, he had revealed his secret to me and was rather ashamed. I took his hand.

"Please, don’t worry. Look, it’s a bit like me and Carol. Me going there to realise my fantasy in a way. And I really do think we have all enjoyed ourselves, haven’t we? I know I have. We may both have been rather drunk at the time but - well - that kiss on the dance floor, I need to thank you lots, it was dream come true in some ways for me." We were sat side by side, holding hands, very close, Steve needed consoling..... I just couldn’t resist it, and I had the feeling he wanted to too.... I leaned over and very gently and tenderly brushed his lips with mine, just briefly, just once.

We both backed off, still looking at each other, then Steve moved, he came closer to me and we kissed again, longer this time, with just a little more pressure, still very tender and affectionate.

"Wow!" he said as we moved apart again. "Now I am sober but, Bethany, without doubt you are one of the sexiest women I have even met" I didn’t need any more encouragement, I pushed him over on the sofa and almost climbed on top, kissing again, this time much harder, much more passionately. My hands were in his hair, stroking, my tongue was exploring his mouth, I felt his hand slide up my fishnets under my skirt, caressing my bare thigh, stroking.

"Steve, we shouldn’t be doing this, this is wrong" I breathed, as I kissed him again and pulled open his shirt , feeling his body close to mine. I knew it was wrong in a way but he did feel so good, he had a very muscular body, I started to pull his shirt off. My lips were all over his by then, we were both getting extremely aroused.

He didn’t say anything, just groaned, his hand slid inside my dress to fondly my bra, I knew this should not go on but I didn’t stop, I leaned back and stared him in the eyes and started to pulled down the zip on his pants. And at exactly that point there was a sound from upstairs which brought us both to our senses. I was reluctant, but I stopped there. I sat up. "Steve, I am sorry but. Carol has been incredible about me dressing and so on, but I have said I wouldn’t get into any serious sort of situation without her agreeing. She probably would, but I don’t want to spoil anything. Do you mind? Really?"

I honestly think Steve was relieved. The whole thing had come upon us both very quickly indeed, there were really four of us involved here and we ought to consider Carol and Samantha. I got us to readjust my dress, and did tease Steve a little - he looked concerned when I taunted him by sliding up my skirt to adjust the suspenders on my basque. I just grinned, and he grinned back.

"Steve, there’s a mirror in the kitchen, you should maybe remove the lipstick from your face."

He got up and sorted his trousers and shirt, then went into the kitchen. As he came back I grabbed my bag and followed, to redo my makeup and make some coffee too. We needed it! I leaned over to put it on the table beside him, probably showing my stocking tops and my red silk knickers. I felt his hand slide up my thigh again, and began to get aroused again. And then he stopped. I heard a strangled cry from him and looked up, he was gazing past me and his mouth was wide open, his eyes were glazed and staring. I turned, and I gasped too.

Carol and Samantha had returned, Carol was still wearing the see-through blouse and tiny skirt but Sam - well. She was wearing one of MY dresses. My very tartiest ‘fetish’ dress, a size 10 which I could just get into, but on her it looked incredible. Black shiny PVC, long sleeves, plunge neckline, I suspect she had my other pair in bra-pushers in there, her breasts were bulging out.

Carol had redone Sam’s makeup, she looked an utter slut, she had MY stockings on, I was saving them, sheer, black and with fine seams up the back, and a pair of high heel stilettos, they must have been Carol’s though I had never seen them before. Her nails were scarlet, as were her lips, she was dripping ‘gold’ jewellery, must have been wearing nearly every chain and ring and bracelet Carol and I have between us. She looked like sex on legs, and what legs!

Steve coughed behind me, as I turned he was adjusting his trousers again, he was totally thrilled.

"We rather thought Steve might like to see Sam REALLY dressed up, and probably, Bethany, you would too" said Carol, coming over to take my arm. "Well Steve, what do you think?"

Steve just couldn’t say anything, but his eyes told the whole story. Perhaps better than Carol or Sam, I could read the signs. If I didn’t do something quickly he was liable to rip his trousers off and ravage her on our living room carpet!

"OK, folks, we’ve all had a great night but it is getting late. Steve, shall I ring for a taxi for you? Do you want to get Sam home?" Silly question. Carol knew the taxi would only take 3 or 4 minutes, so moved to Steve’s side.

"Right now, everyone has to say goodnight to everyone". She grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him towards her, then pulled his head down and gave him a very sensual kiss, pulling his shirt out so she could feel his muscular back as they writhed together. Finally they separated, Carol looked across at me and at Sam. I took her hand and followed suit, this was no goodnight peck on the cheek. I allowed my hands to slide down over her bum, and move up over MY nylons inside MY dress, and just touched her knickers briefly before we parted.

"Wow" uttered Sam. "Your tits feel gorgeous, Bethany. I’m not sure exactly what gender I just kissed but it was lovely."

"My turn" said Carol, and grabbed me to repeat the process, though this time it was her hands inside my thighs, she had a good feel of my panties too. As we separated Steve and Sam were locked together already, indeed they WERE nearly having sex as they fondled.

Carol pulled them apart, turning Sam to face her and gently, very tenderly I thought, pressing her lips to Samantha’s bright red lipstick, working their mouths together, Sam’s hands slid up past Carol’s waist and grabbed her boobs, Carol squeaked but continued with locked lips while Sam fondled her nipples.

And while this was going on Steve and I realised - we had ‘permission’ to go ahead, and we did! It wasn’t erotic, it wasn’t vulgar, it was just a tender kiss, both of us holding our bodies tight together, and it went on for ages and ages and ages!!!

We were eventually interrupted by the doorbell, the taxi had arrived. He was surprised to find, as we parted at the door, one hunky guy tucking his shirt in and three total tarts, one of whom went with him. Things were about to happen in the back of the cab. As she closed the front door, Carol turned to me.

"Wow!! What a night!! Now, Bethany, let’s get upstairs and get those knickers off!!"

I locked the doors and put the lights out, and found Carol already naked on the bed.

"I hope you don’t mind, I was showing Sam some of your stuff and she pleaded to borrow that dress. OK? Anyway, just what did you and Steve get up to? How far did you go?"

"Well, we had some fun but.... We stopped short, I thought, you know, we had agreed we would discuss things before.... But what about you and Samantha, that was some goodnight kiss."

"We had a bit of a fondle, but we stopped too. Same reason. Anyway, while she was changing we chattered. I am going to give her a ring Tuesday, we may well go clothes shopping Wednesday after work. Not for M&S white cotton panties, you understand!! Do you get the impression they are going to have the fuck of a lifetime tonight?"

I had to smile, wondered if they had avoided doing it in the taxi. "But come on Bethany, I think we deserve that too. And then you need your beauty sleep. Before tomorrow."

It was the way she said the word ‘tomorrow’ which made me pause. There was something significant here. I waited.

"Oh, Bethany, didn’t I tell you. Well, I was going to suggest we all got together tomorrow but I really do have to do something with my hair tomorrow night. And Sam is going to her mother’s to see how the dress is getting on." I must have looked puzzled - I was.

"The wedding dress. Didn’t you realise? They are not married, it is three weeks tomorrow. You have a lot to learn as a woman, Bethany. The first thing any woman looks at - their left hands. She has an engagement ring on. So Sam and I can’t make it tomorrow. But you and Steve can. He is picking you up at 8, Bethany, you have a date!"

 

Chapter 4 - First date

By the time Carol’s words had begun to sink into my confused mind, she had already grabbed my hand and started to drag me upstairs to bed. Once in our bedroom she pushed be back onto the mattress and told me to lift up my dress to expose my panties. This seemed to be no time to argue to I complied. "My, my Beth dear, it seems that your clit has rather enjoyed the attentions of a young man," she said as she gazed upon my erection straining to be released from under the tight confines of the silky panties. I watched in awe as my gorgeous wife, unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Although she definitely had been earlier she was now not wearing any panties. What had she been doing with Samantha upstairs I wondered, feeling slightly envious that I had not witnessed whatever it was. Carol’s neatly trimmed pussy stared back at me, it look moist and ready for sex. Carefully she climbed up and straddled my head with her delicious cunt inches from my lips.

"Eat me, my pretty girl." She demanded.

How could I refuse and I strained my neck reaching forward to poke my extended tongue into her. Gradually she lowered herself down onto me the probing with my tongue reached her hard clitoris. I knew that she would soon climax, as her tolerance to the stimulus usually was very brief. I was right within seconds she threw her head back and groaned in satisfaction as she reached a tumultuous orgasm.

"Thank you my darling that was wonderful, however Samantha was just as skilful, a woman knows how to satisfy another." She shocked me with her words.

"You mean you and her made love?" I reacted.

"Just briefly my dear, she had made me so hot earlier that I was aching for it by the time we got home. Your not jealous are you Beth?" "Of course not, I know I can trust you, and besides if you’re happy then I’m happy too." I said with a smile on my face. I knew that Carol had had a female lover years ago at college and the thoughts had always excited me. "Perhaps you and Steve can make each other happy too?" she asked.

"I’m scared, about our date" I confessed.

"Why, should you be you seemed to be getting on so well?" Carol wondered. "I am so confused, I have never had these feelings for a man before. It is only when I am Beth that I crave for the feelings that any other woman has." I said as I sat up next to her.

"Beth my sweet, you are just like any other girl I know, except for one significant difference," she said reaching for my still erect clitoris. "You need to experience how a woman feels." With that she stood up and went to her closet. For a few minutes she rummaged about until she finally turned around with a satisfied look on her face and a dildo in hands. "Beth, we are going to give you a taste of what is to come. Go and fetch the KY."

"I’m not sure," I began to protest.

"You want to feel more feminine don’t you?"

"Well yes, I suppose."

"Then get the KY and stop being silly."

I stood up and went to the bathroom and returned with the tube of lubricant. I watched in a detached state as Carol took it from me and smeared a liberal amount along the tip and length of the now huge looking dildo. I watched nervously as she fastened it around her waist. It was a very odd sight to see my wife with a rock hard penis standing out in front of her. "Hop up on the bed and bend over, my pretty girl" silently I complied. I felt Carol raise my skirt and pull my panties down, then the cold touch of the cream being dabbed onto my love hole. Slowly she began to work the head of the dildo into my tight hole.

"You must relax, Beth, I will be careful." Carol said with sympathy in her voice.

I tried to do as she asked and gradually I felt it being pushed further into me. The initial pain subsided and changed to more of a dull ache. Carol gradually worked it up and down my love hole as my muscles relaxed and the ache subsided. Faster and faster the strokes came and my feelings changed from concern and fear to joy and pleasure. For a few brief moments I truly felt I was a girl who virginity was being stolen. I could hold out no longer and I had to discharge my juices, shamefully they spurted onto the sheet. Carol stopped pumping and pulled out of me.

"There now, wasn’t that wonderful?" she asked, as she unbuckled the phallus. I just rolled over onto my back with a broad grin and smiled in satisfaction. And thought about just how far we had come in a day, and how much further was to go?

The next day Carol took me shopping. She had insisted that under my male exterior I should retain as much femininity as possible. So along with my pretty red toenails I wore silky hold up stockings, pretty white lace panties and a matching unpadded bra.

We had travelled to a Mall we never usually went too, because it had a much better selection of shops. Carol wanted to buy me a dress for my big date, and we looked at several before she found what she thought was the one. It was a lovely long gown in deep blue velvet, with pretty gossamer gauze sleeves and detailing around the neck.

"Let’s try it on?" she said.

"What, how?" I replied as she walked away with it hung over her arm. I saw her talking to an assistant and a few seconds later saw her beckon me to follow her.

"What on earth are you doing?" I demanded.

"Don’t be silly, all I said was could I try this dress on and would she mind if my husband joined me in to changing room?" Carol said with a satisfied look on her face.

Once we were safely locked in the large mirrored room, Carol told me to get my clothes off, whilst she unzipped the dress. Within minutes I had it on and was parading up and down admiring my reflection. "Its wonderful! " I said, "and it fits me perfectly."

"Yes it does, and it really does look good on you." Carol added. We bought the dress and finished off the day by buying Beth plenty of new underwear, hosiery and shoes. I felt excited as we made our way home, knowing that in just a few hours I would be going on a date. By the time 8 o’clock had arrived, Carol had helped me transform myself into Beth, the dress looked perfect on me. She had insisted that my underwear should reflect the occasion so she and fastened me into a tightly laced waspie corset. The six suspenders, which hung from it, supported my favourite type of sheer black seamed nylons. My pretty red toenails were visible through the fine nylon and open toed high-heeled sandals. A lovely new matching set of black satin bra and panties finished off my undergarments. My make up and hair had been skilfully fixed up and Carol had also attached long nail extensions to my fingernails, which she had polished in the same bright red as my toes.

I also had a wonderful sensation in my love hole, for she had surprised me earlier with a butt plug. A device she explained that would keep me aroused whilst my muscles got used to the penetrative stimulus. She had pushed the lubricated tool into me just before we dressed and now when I stood still I could almost forget it was there, but as soon as I walked it moved slightly inside me which drove me wild with delight.

As the clock in our hallway struck 8 the doorbell rang, Carol got up to let Steve in. He looked nervous and very sheepish as he stood on the doorstep. I kissed Carol on the cheek and walked out of the house with my arm linked in Steve’s. I turned at the end of the driveway to see Carol waving; I waved back as Steve opened the passenger door for me to step into. Like a lady I thanked him and eased myself into the seat trying not to tangle up my dress under me. As I sat I felt the plug push up me a little further which made me wince a little.

Steve explained as we pulled away that he had booked a table at a hotel about 10 miles out of town. It apparently had a superb new chef and it had been recommended to him. It was purely coincidental he said that it was a hotel, I however wondered silently if it really was.

 

Chapter 5 - Going further

We walked in together, holding hands tightly. We were both, I suspect, nervous as hell. Going out with Carol tarted up was one thing, going into a hotel with a guy, looking like I did, was quite another. I got a glimpse of the two of us in one of the tall mirrors in reception and was amazed. I looked good, I mean, really good, Carol had done a VERY good job. The dress was ‘me’ - or rather how I wanted to be, a deep blue velvet dress, very sheer and smooth, with a high neck with a slit down the front and deepish back, deep blue with gold scroll decoration up one side and a very long slit up the other, almost to my crotch. I loved wearing black silk-top stockings with it, to show bare thigh deliberately.

I was wearing glossy, wet looking red lipstick, an iridescent eye shadow, different shades on the upper and lower lids and deep red nails. I was very pleased with the effect of my balcony bra which, with my inserts, lifted my ‘boobs’. I had also spent some time adjusting the edges of my flesh-coloured ‘cache’ to hide in the pubic hair to look as real as possible, so I could wear an extremely brief black thong, just a silk triangle over my ‘clit’ and thin straps up my arse and round the waist. And to really put on a show I was wearing my black open-toed 4" stilettos with my red toenails showing. We went in the bar, Steve was still very nervous, needed a drink to calm down. It didn’t help him when I put his hand on my leg and slid it up. I was feeling really great!! Most of the time though we just chatted very quietly about being together, I told Steve I was very nervous still, he flattered me no end by saying I really looked gorgeous and most of the men in the bar would love to fuck me!

"Well, Steve, the big question. Would you?" I asked seriously, looking him straight in the eyes.

He looked very embarrassed, we talked quietly for a few minutes more, decided not to rush things. He had not booked a room at the hotel but would if I really wanted. And he thanked me for the previous evening, said he and Sam had been going through a bad patch and were both worried, with the wedding coming up. But the sexual excitement of the previous night had cheered them both enormously, they were both very glad they had met Carol and me.

The waiter came then to tell us our table was ready, it was lovely being looked at as we walked across into the restaurant. He was trying to look down my cleavage as he held the chair for me to sit! And later he dropped a spoon, I suspect deliberately, so he had to bend down to get it and had a good look at, and maybe up, my legs! The time seemed to pass so quickly, I was having so much fun. As we finished and held hands, much more relaxed, walking back, Steve asked if I wanted another drink. When I said no, he said "Good, not at these prices. Shall we go back to our place, Sam will not be back for another hour or so yet."

So we did. And Steve opened a bottle of white wine, we just sat facing each other and talking. He was treating me totally as a woman, I loved it!! After about ten minutes I got up and sat next to Steve on the sofa. "Steve, may I kiss you?"

He didn’t reply, just took my drink from me and put it on the table with his, then put his arm round my waist. I leaned over and gently began to caress his lips with mine. This was a bit different, it was affectionate, almost romantic. We embraced a little harder. Then I felt his right hand on my thigh, sliding up inside my dress. And his left, as we began real French kissing, moved down my back. He pulled the zip of my dress down a little and started to undo my bra clasp. I decided it was now or never. I pushed him down on the sofa and sat astride him - took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, started kissing his chest - I could feel his erection under my bum! Then I looked straight into his eyes and told him that though we had decided not to have sex I really wanted to ‘give him pleasure’. I remember using those words.

And before he could reply I undid his buckle and pulled the zip down. I felt his cock react, and pulled down his briefs. I knew what I was going to do, and I also could tell it was not going to take long. It was bigger than the only other erect cock I’ve seen and as soon as I leant forward towards it I smelt it - the smell was WONDERFUL. I kissed the knob and opened my mouth, and slid my lips down over it a little, it was great to feel it react. Steve was moaning quietly and breathing fast. I looked up - he was smiling! Then I opened my lips wider and slid up and down his shaft. I only did it 4 times I think when as his cock touched the back of my throat he thrust forward and came. And yes - it was a SENSATIONAL experience. I felt the warm salty juices pumping out, and I just swallowed, and swallowed his semen, and it just kept pumping and I kept swallowing. It was definitely the longest orgasm I have ever experienced.

As he finished subsiding I slid my lips up the cock, still big, drinking it all down, and then looked up. Steve was looking straight at me, and BEAMING widely. I couldn’t help smiling back, and he just said ‘Thank you’. I just kissed him.

We sat there quietly, thinking, for a few minutes. Steve broke the silence.

"Bethany - you really are Bethany to me, you know - that was sensational! And I don’t really know if I am bi or gay or what, I have just been sucked off by a gorgeous woman!"

I smiled my own thanks. "Well, maybe one day you WILL find out. But we had better get ourselves sorted, time is getting on." Steve realised, and fastened his shirt, and his trousers, went into the kitchen to clear the lipstick from his face. I dashed up to the bathroom and sorted myself, and redid my makeup and so on. When I came down he was sat on the sofa again, pouring two glasses of white wine. We sat together, sipping the wine, just being friendly, looking and touching, for several minutes. We both heard the key in the front door! I moved to get up but Steve pulled me back. So as Samantha entered we were side by side, cuddling, and obviously very happy indeed with our evening’s efforts. "Hi there, you two. You look pleased with yourselves, I wasn’t sure if you would be here when I got back. So tell me, how was the date? What happened? And how far did you go?!!"

I may have blushed, I don’t know, but Steve came to my rescue. "Let’s just say, for now, that we went SOME of the way, Sam." He got up, went over, grabbed her, and gave her a very long and extremely friendly kiss.

"That’s for the other woman in my life!!" he said, grinning at both of us. "Well, Steve, I can tell you have had a good time. Meanwhile, Bethany, shall I run you home? Steve has had a drink or two, no point in risking anything.

OK?"

I stood up and grabbed my bag, reaching to give Steve yet another fond kiss as I left. Sam drove me quickly home, and paused outside our house. I could see the bedroom light was off, I realised it was well past midnight. "I rang Carol briefly earlier, Bethany. There had been some talk of us going out Friday. But Steve and I have a lot to do, the wedding is only 2 weeks today, or rather yesterday. I just want to say - in case Steve didn’t - thank you, you and Carol have done a lot for us in the past 24 hours. I’ve always been a bit of a plain Jane but - well - that dress I wore last night, and when Carol did my makeup, I felt a bit special. I’m going to have some real fun next Saturday."

Sam put her hand on mine and kissed me on the cheek.

"You mean two weeks, on your wedding day?"

"That as well, Bethany. But it’s our nights out next Saturday. Steve and his mates, his stag do at the pub. And me and some friends are having my hen do, at a pub near where I work. I want you and Carol to join us." I was pleased but worried. "Thanks Sam but, I’m not sure, I don’t know Steve, and he’s never seen me in ordinary clothes. I would feel uncomfortable."

"No, silly. You and Carol, at my hen party!"

Well, that threw me. The thought of it! My mind was reeling a bit as I let myself in. Carol was asleep, I ‘changed’ very quietly and slipped into bed beside her. We had both had a late night and a long day, and needed the sleep.

Carol confirmed Sam’s invitation the next morning. Over breakfast we discussed it, and my experiences the previous night, she wanted ALL the details, and was obviously very happy for me.

The start of the week was ‘normal’ after that, work, chores, some sex (!), just Ben and Carol being happy. I knew she and Sam were going shopping for clothes Wednesday evening, mainly for undies for her I thought, she was going to ‘wow’ her friends on the Saturday. And I was going to be there! After tea on Saturday Carol called me into the bedroom. "Right, Ben, time for Bethany. Strip, shower, get going with the razor, I need you totally smooth in an hour. It’s surprise time. Sam and I got more than undies on Wednesday after work."

She pulled out of her wardrobe several bags, one ‘Miss Selfridges’, one labelled ‘Dorothy Perkins’, several in the floral patter I recognised as the un-revealing bag of the TV shop I had been to. My surprise must have showed. "Yes Ben, we went there too, for some sexy undies for Sam, and one or two things for Bethany. Now, bathroom. Go."

When I returned, smooth, sweet-smelling, Carol set to work with my makeup, being a bit more showy than usual since it was a special evening out. When she had finished she told me go in the spare room and do my toenails, in a scarlet varnish, while she changed. When I returned she was just finishing her makeup, and was wearing one of my sweaters, big and long and baggy. "You can see later, now I’m ready for you."

She had laid out five three pink items on the bed. She picked up two, large ‘breast enhancers’.

"These are for me, hang on a moment." She went into the spare room herself and returned a minute later, with definitely a lot more protruding at the front of my sweater!.

Two of the other pink things I recognised but she started with the third. It was a latex sort-of triangle, as I watched she applied a medical adhesive from a tube, them asked me to lie on the bed. She smeared Vaseline over my penis, which was a bit erect in anticipation, then slid a thin tube over it and pushed on my balls. I felt a sharp stab of pain as something ‘popped’, then looked down as she pushed the triangle into place. It was smooth, it covered EVERYTHING, and it looked totally FEMALE, down to the deep pink pussy-lips I was now showing. She smeared Vaseline carefully over them ‘to give a wet look’ she said.

Then she took the other two - breastforms. and started applying adhesive to them too.

"Are you sure about this, they look - rather large." "Don’t worry, Sam and I reckon with these you end up as about a 40DD. At least that’s the bra I’ve got you. Now, lie still." She pressed them into place, then started applying some flesh-tint makeup carefully round the edges.

"Carol, this is not going to work, it will rub off on my clothes." "Wait" she said as she continued with the makeup, carefully toning the edges. Then she got a spray-can and applied it all round my ‘breasts’. "This is Cover-Fix, from that TV shop, the woman there said it is superb stuff. Now don’t move while I finish, then stay there. It says three minutes to dry so we will give it five, then it seals in, looks good and won’t smear at all. And before you look, I want to sort your wig so it can’t possible come off. Nearly ready, Bethany."

She fitted the wig and added a couple of grips behind my ears’ then brushed it and sprayed a light sheen all over. Then she let me stand up. As I did my breasts swung. It was a gorgeous feeling. And when I looked. I saw - a naked female with a very real-looking pair of boobs. The makeup was a bit extravagant, but better than ever.

"Carol - is this going too far?" I asked.

"I don’t think so, you want to look AND feel right don’t you. Anyway, it is totally necessary if you are to comply with Sam’s dress code for tonight. Now, I am off to help her get ready. Be at the club at 8, Sam and I will be there at five past, I want her to make her grand entrance. She is going to look knockout, in your PVC dress. And her heels - well!" "Dress code?" I asked, just realising what she had said.

"Yes, Bethany. Your dress and undies are on the bed, and in those two bags. Your taxi is coming at quarter to, be ready. I have warned Marie, she is one of Sam’s friends, of what you will look like, she will introduce you to the other two, I don’t know them. "

"Dress code?" I asked again..

Oh yes. Well, you know, the purpose of dressing for a hen evening is to out-tart everyone else. You will see what I mean when you see your outfit. That’s the dress code for all of us tonight. Tits, stockings - and no knickers. See you after 8".

And with that she left.

 

Chapter 6 - Hen party

As I walked over to the bed, I wondered at how incredibly lifelike my tits were, they felt and looked marvellous. The movement and weight in them was amazing and truly made me feel more feminine than I ever so far. I opened the first bag and found inside a beautiful scarlet Chinese dress, made from silky satin like material that was decorated in gold and silver needlework. I picked it up it felt light and very silky, I held it up against my body. It fell to just over my knees but had two long hip height side splits, it was gorgeous.

The second bag contained my underwear, a 40DD bra; a 3" deep waist suspender belt and a brand new pair of sheer nude nylon seamed stockings. The final package was a box which had in the most wonderful pair of golden stilettos. They had long thin 4" heels with fine straps across the toes and top of the foot, and long laces which it appeared I would need to wrap around my ankles and tie off to secure them to my feet. I could hardly wait to try them on.

I picked up the bra again and passed my arms through the straps and them up onto my shoulders then leaned forward to let my heavy breasts fill the cups. I pulled the elastic tightly around my back and fastened it securely. The suspender belt followed which was again tightly fastened around my tiny waist with the cold metal suspender clasps hanging loosely on my thighs. I opened the cellophane package and pulled out the fine delicate nylons. My red toenails entered the sheer nylon and slid smoothly to the end as I gradually worked them up my long smooth legs and fastened them to each suspender in turn. As ever they felt fantastic so silky soft and they made my legs look even more long and slender.

The stilettos felt wonderful and light in my hand as I picked them out of the box whilst I sat down on the bed. I placed them on the floor and passed my stocking clad toes into them. Then began to tie the long laces around my ankle and a little way up my calf before knotting them off in a delicate bow on the side. As I stood up I felt the laces tighten on my ankles which felt very sexy, and made them also feel quite secure. I took a couple of steps over to the mirror and was amazed at how lightweight they felt. Bethany stared at the reflection of the erotic looking girl in the sexy underwear looking back at her. She looked sensational with the most enormous boobs, incredibly long legs and shiny long black hair cascading down over her shoulders.

She watched as the girl’s hand with their long red talons moved over her body feeling her breasts, and slender waist. The girl turned to look at the back of her nylons to see if the seams were straight, and in awe as she adjusted them carefully using her long pointed fingernails with great skill. The dress unzipped at the back and Bethany stepped into it and began to ease it up her silky legs then over her hips then passed her arms through and finally eased it up onto her shoulders. With a little difficulty she managed to pulled the zip up her back and fasten the clasp at the neck, which pulled the collar tight.

I pushed the empty bags off the bed to find a small black silk handbag, which had been hidden underneath. The clasp clicked open to reveal three condoms, a small tube of KY jelly and a larger butt plug then I had been using. The temptation was overwhelming and I squeezed out a small dollop of the clear jelly onto the tip of the flesh coloured plug, then pulled the side of my dress back and bent over. The cold jelly made my buttocks clench, but they soon relaxed as I eased the dildo into my tight love hole. It slid in slowly at first, and hurt a little, as my canal was forced open, then suddenly it slid fully in as the bulbous end passed through the tight restriction.

I picked up the purse and added a lipstick, mascara and some cash into it before taking a short black bolero jacket from Carol’s wardrobe, which I slipped over my dress before picking up the phone and calling a taxi. As I waited for it to arrive I poured myself a large gin and sipped it down. I sat on the arm of the chair. I knew I felt good, but I also knew I looked a little cheap and tarty. The side splits in my dress showed off the tops of my nylons without me trying, and my spike heels made me look like a whore. The entire outfit however made me feel very erotic and my ‘clit’ was already aching to be released from its restraint.

My confidence was building as the young taxi driver continually tried to chat me up all the way to the club. He was cute looking although looked quite fat and I could smell his quite strong body odour, even over the generous quantity of Carol’s Bulgari I was wearing. As I left the taxi the driver leered at my gaping dress, which exposed my stockings, I loved the sensation of his admiring glances.

The walk from the taxi to the club was about 50 yards and I really began to struggle in the strappy heels and by the time I arrived at the doorway I needed to stop for a few seconds. They looked and felt gorgeous but they were really awkward and wobbly to walk in and I really could have had time to practice. The cool night air wafted around my thighs, which together with the dildo causing wonderful sensations inside me, and the swinging movement of my tits I felt, incredibly aroused. And if it wasn’t for my cache I am sure my clit would have been erect.

It was early and the club was not busy, I made my way to the bar and was grateful to find a stool to sit on. I pulled myself up onto it, and attempted to cover my exposed thighs with the flimsy inadequate dress. I sat nervously trying to look inconspicuous but I guess I was failing miserably as a young lad came up along side trying to look at me whilst not making eye contact at any time. I could see however in the reflection from a mirror that he was really giving me an undressing, with his young virginal eyes. Once again I on one hand loved the attention whilst on the other felt a little nervous being on my own and perhaps being ‘read’ at any time. It wasn’t long before I saw a group of girls coming down the stairs towards the bar, and quickly realised that it was Carol and Sam with her girlfriends, and they looked like a bunch of tarts. Carol was dressed in a very short leather skirt, and boob tube. Sam was once again wearing my PVC dress, and one of her friends was dressed in a skin tight rubber dress, another in rubber trousers and the stunning blonde girl was wearing a white micro mini dress. All of them had incredibly high heels on and were giggling and holding onto each other as they walked towards me. "Bethany, you look great!" Sam said as she kissed my cheek.

"Hello darling," Carol said as she too kissed me, this time on the lips.

"This is Debbie," she said introducing me to the girl in the white dress. "This is Julie," to the girl in the rubber dress and finally to the girl in the trousers, "and this is Victoria."

"Hello," I said nervously to each of them in turn.

"I can’t believe it," Victoria said.

"He’s, gorgeous, are they real?" Debbie said pointing at my tits. I felt like an animal in a zoo.

"Can I get you all a drink," I asked. To which they each replied in turn with their orders.

"I’m sorry Bethany," Sam said. "These are my best friends, I needed to tell them about you, I hope you don’t mind."

"Not at all, as long as they don’t" I answered as the barman quickly came over as soon as I beckoned him. I ordered the drinks and he dashed off attentively.

"I love that dress, Bethany," Julie said touching the hem and my leg at the same time.

"Thank you, but it’s really Carol that you should congratulate, she is the one that chose it and she also helped to make me the girl I am today." For several minutes we all quietly chatted about my transformation, feelings and how Carol and I had accepted and even welcomed Bethany into our relationship. It appeared that they all accepted me straight away, which gave me an enormous sense of relief and made me soon relax in their company. Sam seemed to be a little the worse for drink already and was attracting a lot of attention from a few guys around us. Which was not surprising, as she looked totally outrageous and incredibly erotic in my PVC fetish dress, those sexy sheer nylons and 5" spiked heels. I noticed how she seemed to be paying a lot of attention to Carol and always seemed to be very close to her.

When finally a group of lads seemed to pluck up the courage and asked all five of us if we wanted to dance. I refused at first but with encouragement from the other girls I got pulled of my stool and whisked over to the dance floor. The music was a bit ‘hectic’ for my taste and dancing in my stilettos and the dildo inside me was a real problem.

Carol seemed to sense my discomfort and signalled that we should leave the dance floor, I followed her as she headed towards the ladies room. "Enjoying yourself?," she asked once inside the large empty anti room which had a large mirror on the wall with a long table in front which had a range of perfumes and cotton wool balls along it. This was far from what I was used to in the gents.

"Yes, very much, although these shoes are crippling me." I answered. "Oh dear, I thought you looked to be in trouble with them, all you need is practice. They are hard to master but once you relax in them you will be fine." Carol said as she looked down at my ankle as I lifted it up and stroked it. "But they look fabulous on you."

"I know they do, so I will persevere."

"How are you getting on with that big chest of yours?" Carol then asked as she grabbed them.

"Oh they are fantastic, and cause a lot of attention from the men," I answered as I cupped them in my hands and lifted them up. "They are so heavy though, I am getting back ache. Its hard work being a girl. I am also going to have to do something about this butt plug too," I said as I opened the door to one of the cubicles.

"You have it in now?" Carol asked in a surprised tone, as she followed me into the toilet.

"Yes, all night and its really getting uncomfortable," I said as I lifted my skirt and bent forward to extract it.

"You are loving this aren’t you, you are really enjoying being a girl, and feeling feminine and getting attention from men?" she said as she watched me wrap the butt plug in paper and put it in my handbag. "Yes, of course I am, I don’t think I have ever been happier." I said with a smile on my face.

"Kiss me Bethany," Carol asked. I took her in my arms and we kissed long and hard, Carol’s hands had grabbed my naked bottom, and she was squeezing them. After a while we pull away from each other and she added. "I love you Bethany."

"I love you too Carol, and thanks for everything."

"Come on honey, make yourself respectable and lets go and join the others."

She said as she unlocked the door.

 

Chapter 7 - Showing off

As we left the Ladies we could see the other girls laughing together, as we joined then Carol asked what the joke was. Julie started to explain, as Debbie grabbed my hand and sat me down next to her. "It’s time to test the dress code, Carol - and Bethany too!" She giggled loudly, and took Victoria’s hand. I realised we were sat as three pairs, Carol and Sam together.

"Right girls, in your own time, in the next two minutes" said Julie. I looked in disbelief as, under the table, Victoria began to slide her hand under the hem of the rubber dress and, at the same time, Julie un-popped the button at the side of Victoria’s trousers and slid her hand in - right in. After a few seconds they both removed them - Julie said "Yes", Victoria said ‘Oh yes" and they both laughed together. I realised what was happening, they were testing for knickers!

I looked across - from where I was sat I couldn’t see properly, but Sam and Carol were looking intently at each other, and something was going on under the table. Eventually they both smiled, turned to face the rest of us, and both said ‘Yes’ and laughed again.

And then I felt Debbies’s hand on my thigh! AND she had opened her legs to invite me to do the same to her. I looked round - the other four were all looking at us.

"Go on, Bethany, I want to see this" said Carol.

I was going to reply but I felt Debbie’s hand slide up my thigh.

"Ooooh, this is good, gorgeous stockings, lovely smooth skin and...." I was beginning to get confused, it was the drink and the situation but, well, I was one of the girls and had to join in with their rituals. I reached out and slid my own hand up Debbie’s thigh, watched the long scarlet nails disappear under the hem oh her white micro-dress, felt the nylon give way to bare thigh, then felt Debbie’s hand reach my own ‘cache’ and begin to feel around just a little. We both leaned forward, I was staring right down her sensational cleavage.

Could this be happening? I had my hand on the edge of the pussy of this gorgeous blonde! I was having a real gender crisis, my fingers finally slid further and into Debbie’s cunt, I could feel how warm and wet she was and, as I moved a little, how excited she was getting. And with her hand fondling me, I could begin to feel myself getting excited too. We both carried on for just a little too long, then finally Debbie pulled back, we separated. "Oooooooooh, Yes" she said, not too loud but with feeling.

"Yes" I repeated, quietly and a bit hoarsely.

At which the other four girls, who had been silently watching, burst into life and applauded.

"Wow, Bethany!" exclaimed Debbie. "If I were a lesbian I would really love to have my way with you! Hang on, what am I saying, I’m not a lesbian, so I CAN have my way with you!"

The other girls all laughed, I joined in when I realised what she meant, as the laughter subsided it was Carol who spoke.

"Thanks for the offer, Debbie, but Bethany is taken", in a mock stern voice. Again we all laughed, we all knew Debbie was joking but I do have to admit, if ‘Ben’ was ever in that situation, well ......." We carried on drinking, joking, having fun after that, all the girls wanted to know what I ‘felt’ like, Carol even asked me to tell the girls what it felt like for me. As we laughed and chatted I was absolutely delighted that, even though they knew about me, all the girls treated me fully as one of them. And as the amount of alcohol consumed increased things got more raucous and more exciting. I really was trying not to drink so much, to stay in control. Debbie was dancing again - she really was good, and ALL the guys in the bar were in awe of her as she gyrated to the music and her massive tits bounced. Carol came over and sat by me, put her hand on mine. "Well Bethany, having fun?"

I turned and smiled widely.

"Thanks for this, Carol, you know I am. Are you REALLY OK with this?" "Sure darling" she whispered. "But I thought I ought to warn you. That guy in the blue shirt, I know the look in his eyes. He really does fancy you and, unless I am mistaken, he is about to make a move! So have fun, but take care."

And with that she went back to join Sam and Julie. I could see Victoria, in the seat beyond them, really ‘getting it on’ with a rather muscular blond guy. And I felt a hand on my arm.

"Hi there, Bethany isn’t it. Can I get you a drink?" I looked up into a pair of deep brown eyes, smiling. I didn’t think, I just said ‘Yes’, and really couldn’t help myself as he took my hand and lifted it, inviting me to go with him. I was on auto-pilot, I just followed to the bar.

"It’s getting very busy in here, why don’t we creep outside for a few minutes? I’m sure you could do with some fresh air." In fact he was right, I was just about staying on top of the booze but the atmosphere in there was getting warm. We walked hand-in-hand towards the door, not un-noticed by the other girls, Sam saw me and whooped "We know where you are going!"

I had wondered if something like this would happen during the evening but I was not prepared for the adrenaline rush I was getting. He led me outside and round the back to the little garden area, we sat down at a bench. Richard, that was his name, was sitting so close, so intimately. He took my hand.

"Obviously a hen party, you look to be all having fun. It’s not you getting married is it?"

I realised that the ring I was wearing on my left ‘ring’ finger looked a little like an engagement ring.

"No, it’s Samantha, the one in the black dress"

"Great. But excuse me being so forward, have you a regular boyfriend?"

I was instantly flattered, and scared.

"No".

"Good" said Richard, introducing himself. "So tell me about yourself, my darling."

He would have been amazed if I had!! I just muttered a bit about my job, about college, keeping it low-key and turning to my drink occasionally. After about ten minutes of chatting me up he just took my drink and his, and put them on the table, then put his arms round my waist and buried his face in my neck!

"Richard, wait, I..." I started to say, a little breathlessly. But as I said this he lifted his head. I really don’t know what came over me but I just moved in and very gently placed my lips over his. He pulled me closer, within seconds we were kissing passionately, my lips all over his, my tongue probing his mouth, my hands feeling his strong body. And I was amazed as I felt myself slide my right leg up his thigh, he felt this and moved a hand down to grab my leg and slip it up my skirt!! My tongue went into overdrive in his mouth, I just had to come up for air! "Richard, darling, oh yes..". I felt wanton, I felt a tart, I felt horny, at that moment I wanted nothing but sex. Part of me knew this was extremely dangerous, yet part of me wanted to continue, to feel his manhood, to be thoroughly fucked in some way. I had spent all evening showing off my tits and my legs, my long nylonned legs, my full scarlet lips, my long red nails, flaunting my sexual assets to all the men in the bar, now one had responded, and I was responding to him. I was truly a bitch on heat. The petting got heavier, I felt his hand cup my breast, I was THRILLED. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Debbie, the gorgeous blonde in white, she came up to me and took my arm, pulling me gently to one side. "Bethany, we need to talk. Now!" she almost shouted, dragging me away and turning to Richard. "And you, bastard, fuck off. Now, or I will kick you so hard in the balls. MOVE!"

She could see I was puzzled and a bit upset, I had been ENJOYING myself. "Bethany, I’m glad I came when I did, you have a lot to learn about men, specially that one. He’s a bastard, really, you weren’t to know. I’m sorry I spoilt your fun, this is obviously new to you. But ‘Rick the Dick’ has a reputation, when one of the other girls said she saw him with you out the back I HAD to stop you."

I calmed down, yes, I did have a lot to learn but Debbie had saved me here.

I leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Debbie grinned widely. "But he is one hell of a kisser isn’t he?! I bet you were really enjoying yourself". We laughed again together and, arm-in-arm, headed back inside.

"About time too" called Victoria, as we met the other girls. "It’s time!"

We all had fresh drinks in front of us as Vicky stood up to make her speech. "We are here tonight, girls, to say goodbye to young, sweet, mousy, quiet, retiring Samantha."

At which Sam stood up and bowed, very nearly losing her tits as she did!

That brought a cheer.

"I don’t know what has got into her tonight but if Steve is not totally pissed when he gets home he is going to have some fun. It is a tradition on these occasions for the young lady in question to throw her panties at the crowd. Sorry, guys, we can’t do that!"

There was a hum of dismay from all the guys watching and listening.

"Because none of us is wearing any!!"

At which there was a long loud cheer from all the males.

"So, instead, Samantha, pick a guy!"

Sam had been warned about this and got up quickly, heading for a slightly older man who was watching, pint in hand. She put her arms round his neck, and kissed him. Hard. And long. She was really going at him, and moving her hands round his back and his bum for well over a minute without coming out for a breath. At last she finished and turned to face us, and tucked her right boob back in!.

"Thanks Sam" said Vicky, then whispered quietly to me "That was my Dad, his birthday present, he’s 50 today!!" We smiled conspiratorially. "Right Ladies" called Vicky again, "Loo time, the taxi is due in five minutes, come on, move!"

So we all did, headed for the Ladies, in which I very rapidly did what I needed to, delighting again in the way I could sit to pee. We all six fitted tightly into the one taxi, which then proceeded to take the six rather inebriated girls round on a circular trip to drop everyone off. Carol and I were first, there was much kissing outside our house, maybe some of the neighbours saw, but they could not POSSIBLY suspect. Not with me in that dress.

After which, Carol and I both slept in the next morning, we got up about 11.30, both somewhat the worse for wear, Carol was worse than me. The next week was, comparatively, rather dull, just work, shopping, the usual. The one highlight was on Monday evening when, having answered the door, Carol came back into the living room with Debbie in tow! "Ben" she asked. "Someone to see you".

"Sorry, just to say well done, you both did a superb job on Saturday. Ben - well, I am delighted to meet you as you are, you are not as tall as I thought. Must be those heels, they are lovely. But I NEED to know, really, it’s just been bugging me, I tried ringing Carol but there is no answer, I think she may be at her Mum’s. The thing is - well, I know you are both coming to the wedding but, well, exactly WHO is coming? Ben, is it, or Bethany? I just NEED to know?"

Carol and I had discussed this with Sam and Steve on the phone and come to a result, it was as well Debbie had called. Carol turned to Debbie. "Well, Sam and Steve have decided really, they think that Bethany might actually enjoy the wedding. So, it’s us two ‘girls’. But please, we don’t want this all round the town. I know Carol felt she had to tell her best friends but, can we leave it at that? I am sure you realise, Mums and Dads and Aunts and so on, the thought of a transvestite at the wedding, well. And I do promise, we will both be better behaved this time." "I think that’s great, we will all be careful, I will tell Vicky and Julie. I just wonder what Sam and Steve will tell their children about the wedding photos. Thanks, I have to go, bye."

"Well Carol, we are committed now. So, what am I wearing?" "Tell you Friday, ‘Bethany’ dear" replied Carol. We had decided that, after recent expenses, we shouldn’t buy anything new. So we were going to wear Carol’s two ‘wedding outfits’. But which way round? And on Friday night, as we were settling to sleep, Carol told me.

"OK, you wear the maroon suit, I’ll have the blue." That outfit! The tailored maroon leather jacket, maybe over a white blouse, and the short tight leather skirt, I had never dared even try it on but I knew, over my cincher, it would work. The gold buttons and trim would match those heels, and the hat, well, maroon leather again, very classy, wide brimmed with a gold ‘sash’.

Me! In church, in a hat!

 

Chapter 8 - Wedding surprise

On Friday evening Samantha rang in a frightful state and asked if she could come round straight away, of course we said it was OK, even though I was in my Bethany mode for the night. She arrived in tears; Carol poured her a drink and tried to comfort her.

"Whatever is the matter Sam, is it Steve, is there a problem?" Carol asked. "No it’s not Steve it’s my two sisters in Canada," she said between sobs, "they have just rung to say there has been a mix up with the airline tickets and they will not be able to get here in time for the wedding." "Oh that’s a real shame," I said trying to be supportive. "The problem is that they were to be my only two bridesmaids," she sobbed and now they won’t be here.

"Oh I see," Carol said holding Sam’s hand. "Now I understand." Sam was inconsolable, and was crying heavily on Carol’s shoulder. I went to pour us some more drinks. After taking a few more sips she began to quieten down and become slightly more rational.

"That’s why I’m here, I need your help," Sam said.

"Our help," I said looking at Carol quizzically. "How?" Samantha’s next words stunned us both into silence. "Will you too stand in and be my bridesmaids?" The silence lasted only seconds but it seemed ages. "Surely there must be other friends more appropriate?" Carol said.

"And," I added, "you forget, I am not a girl, how can I be your bridesmaid?" "You are both my friends, and even though I have only known you both just a few weeks, you have become very special to me, ... and Steve." she added after a slight pause.

"We can think of no two who we would rather have to be our bridesmaids on our special day. Please say you will do it." Sam asked looking at us both in turn. The silence returned, whilst Carol’s and my own minds raced, thinking of our options. Finally Carol spoke.

"Well, if its what you and Steve really want, how can we refuse, Bethany?" she looked at me. I had seen the look many times before. I knew I had to answer positively.

"How can we, refuse?" I said taking Samantha and Carol’s hands in mine. "You two are special to us too Sam, and if we can help we will, it will be our pleasure." I knew I was being false and inside I was in total turmoil, but I tried desperately not to show it.

"Oh thank you, both." Sam kissed Carol, then turned and kissed me. "How can I ever thank you enough?"

"Thanks are not really necessary," I answered, "You and Steve have been very kind to us and especially Bethany over the passed few weeks and it is the least I can do to repay you both."

"What about the dresses?" Carol said suddenly "Have you thought about them, presumably they are already made, how do we know they ill fit?" "Don’t worry, my sisters are both roughly yours and Bethany’s sizes and besides I have already thought of that. I hoped you would say yes, so I have asked my Vicky and Debbie to come around here in the morning to help you get ready. Vicky is a dab hand with a sewing machine and Debbie is a hairdresser, so everything is organised. They will bring everything you need, please don’t worry about anything." Sam really did seem to have thought of everything.

Samantha left shortly later after she told us about the days arrangements regarding the wedding cars and our duties to her. It transpired that we needed to be at her parent’s house at half past one ready to be at the church just before her at 2 o’clock. A wedding car would be collecting us at just after one.

I was in total shock, and was in a right state. "How can I pull this off," I asked. "I’m a bloke for Christ’s sake, not a girl, I don’t know how to be a bridesmaid."

"Look at yourself Bethany," Carol said; I didn’t need to look to see that I was dressed in a blue wrap-over dress, nylons and heels. "You have moved on from being merely a bloke in a dress. You are truly a girl when you become Bethany, you walk, talk and act like you have been a girl all your life." "Yes, but a bridesmaid!" I added sitting down on the sofa. "I scared, Carol, what if I get ‘read’ by someone, what then?" Carol sat down next to me her nylon clad leg resting against mine.

"You really have no concerns there, did anyone ‘read’ you the other night at the club?" she asked, knowing the answer. I hook my head and my long black hair fell forward over my shoulder. Carol lifted it back over my ear and kissed my cheek.

"You are a beautiful young lady, Bethany, and it is about time you came to realise that." She added kissing me again reassuringly.

oOo-

The next morning Vicky and Debbie arrived early, and whilst Carol made them a coffee I finished preparing my feminine body, by fitting my cache and breastforms. I joined shortly afterwards dressed just in my robe. I had a black coffee and a piece of unbuttered toast, whilst Vicki gave me a wonderful pedicure and manicure. By the time I had had my second cup of coffee I had beautiful glossy salmon pink toenails and matching fingernails which had been given long nail extensions. Vicky then took Carol through the same procedure; Carol was not used to long fingernails but was persuaded to adopt them for the day.

After the nail workshop it was time for Debbie to work her magic on our hair, she had been given a picture by Samantha of the style she wanted for us. It took her a good hour to wash and style using curling tongs, rollers and several grips. When she finished I saw that Carol and I had almost similar styles, tied up at the back but also long curls around the sides. Carol looked lovely and Debbie was most complimentary about my own hair to. Vicky had taken our measurements earlier and was now busy on the sewing machine she had brought making some last minute alterations to the dresses that we had yet to see.

Next it was time for Debbie to do our makeup. We went upstairs to the bedroom where she opened up a case full of cosmetics. By the time Debbie had worked her magic on Carol and it was eleven o’clock. I felt much happier with my ‘face on’ and felt very feminine having all the attention. Vicky had laid out our bridesmaid’s dresses and underwear and shoes in the spare room. I went through with Carol to see what them for the first time. Hung on the side of the wardrobe where two gorgeous antique ivory taffeta and lace bridesmaids dresses. Next to them on the floor lay two pair of ivory silk court shoes with 4" stiletto heels with delicate buckled ankle straps. Whilst on the bed lay identical white satin basques, matching satin panties, white silk stockings and a long diaphanous lace underskirt. Carol pulled off her robe and stood naked as she took her basque from the bed. "This is lovely, can you help me with this please Bethany," she asked as she held it up against herself.

I slowly laced her into the heavily boned basque; I had great difficulty with my long nails threading the laces through the many eyelets. Finally after much pulling and straining I had Carol tightly encased, and looking spectacular, she then reciprocated the favour by lacing me into my basque. The feeling of tightness and rigidity was nearly overwhelming me, I loved how the basque pulled in my waist and lifted my breasts at the same time, I truly had an hourglass figure.

We both watched each other slip into the pretty satin panties, slightly amused at how difficult it was to bend now we were so tightly bound. Carol’s bum looked good enough to eat, with her tight arse cheeks covered in the taught white satin.

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, "Not now Bethany, we don’t have time and besides, you don’t want to make a mess after so much hard work do you. We will have plenty of time later."

I reluctantly let her go and took the brand new packet of silk stockings from the bed. With my long nails I carefully opened the wrapping and pulled the fine silk stockings out. I sat on the bed and gathered one of them up, and placed it over my pink toes and up over my foot. Then I stretched my long smooth leg out and gradually unravelled the delicate hosiery up my slim leg and fastened it to the four metal suspender clasps. The silk felt so good against my sensitive recently exfoliated and moisturised skin. I stopped and watched Carol pull on her stockings before I finally pulled on my other one.

The calf length petticoat with the pretty satin bodice and long lacy skirt was placed over my head by Carol and she slowly eased it down over me until it settled on my on breasts and tiny waist. Then she helped my into my dress, it really was the most beautiful thing I had ever had to wear. The soft silky material, felt light and delicate yet flowed and moved like heavy silk. Vicky had done a perfect job as it fitted perfectly as Carol finally fastened the last of the tiny buttons which went up the length of the back of the bodice.

The long sleeves and cuffed neckline where made from the same fine lace as my petticoat and was further decorated with dozens of pearls and rhinestones. The long ankle length dress flared slightly at the bottom and had more pearls and rhinestone decoration on it. I felt like a queen a real regal one not a drag queen, Carol said I looked fabulous. I helped Carol put on her petticoat and dress, and struggled once again with my long nails buttoning her into it. Carol admired herself in the mirror and if I looked half as good as her I knew I would look good. The hardest part, for both of us was putting on the satin high heels. The tight basque made it so very difficult to bend, and combined with the long nails made it nearly impossible. We ended up by, Carol placing each of her feet on my knee and me guiding her feet into them and finally buckling them on, she then did the same for me.

The last thing to put on was a long pair of lace fingerless gloves, and we where ready to rejoin Vicky and Debbie downstairs. "You two look gorgeous, like two princesses," Vicky said "Wow, I can’t believe how good you look Bethany, you could be Carol’s sister." Debbie added. "All you need now is your flower decorated hair bands and you’re ready to go." Debbie placed the decoration in my hair and adjusted it in my hair until she was satisfied. Then we waited for the white Mercedes to pick us up, as we waited we all held hands. The car arrived spot on time and took us directly to Samantha’s parent’s house. Sam was already ready and looked the perfect bride. She introduced Carol and I to her parents who both thanked us for helping Sam out under such difficult circumstances. Of course we said it was entirely our pleasure and Carol added to my horror that I, was particularly thrilled, as it was my first time as a bridesmaid. I shot her a look that could freeze water and she quickly moved the subject on to Samantha and how pretty and happy she looked. I had a quick chat with Sam whilst Carol kept her parents busy. "You look gorgeous, Sam" I said as I kissed her cheek. "You look pretty good yourself, Bethany" she replied grabbing me around the waist, and pulling me close. "How’s the dress and underwear, to your approval I hope?"

"Its simply fabulous, I am so thrilled. Never did I think I would ever be dressed like this at a wedding" I said as I brushed the creases from my skirt.

"Its all my pleasure and you deserve it, you make such a wonderful girl and I am so happy for you." Sam said as a car pulled up at the gate. "Come on everyone’ the cars are here and its time for me to get married."

oOo-

The wedding ceremony was perfect and everyone was very complimentary about how good the whole wedding party looked. I had to wonder as the photographer took the last of the pictures just what would be the reaction if they realised that one of the bridesmaids was a man? I was getting quite a lot of attention from Justin who was Sam’s new brother. The wedding reception was held at a large country house just out of town, Carol and I had often thought of having a meal there but it was always too expensive for us.

After the meal and speeches there was to be some dancing, in the ballroom. And Justin had been waiting his chance, and pounced on me as soon as the music started and Sam and Steve had had the first spin around the floor. He virtually dragged me up of my seat and pulled me into his arms. I placed my arms around his neck and tried to waltz and not stand on his toes. "You’re a lovely girl, Bethany. Steve tells me that you don’t have a boyfriend just now, is that right?" he whispered in my ear. "That’s right, Justin, I don’t, and I don’t want one either." I whispered back trying to mange his expectations. He was quite cute and was quite amusing and I found myself really enjoying his company. We stayed on the dance floor for several dances, I could see that Carol was having a good time with Debbie and Vicky and was also having the occasional dance with some of the other single friends of Steve’s. Justin brought me yet another glass of champagne and we stood at the side watching and chatting for awhile. He looked very handsome in his tuxedo and he loved having me compliment him on his appearance.

Suddenly, I felt quite dizzy and shiver, and had to grab Justin’s arm in order not to fall over. It was probably a combination of the constriction from the basque and all the champagne, but I really needed some fresh air and badly. The French windows behind us where unlocked when he tried them and we quietly slipped out unnoticed. Once outside the cool air brought me back around and I immediately felt much better. Justin suggested we have a short stroll around the grounds whilst I fully recovered. As we passed around the back of a large wooded area I knew what I was going to do straight away, and grabbed Justin, which quite frankly took him by surprise. We kissed passionately and his hands were all over my breasts, my waist, my arse. I had rarely felt so much in need of sex and certainly not with a guy in my arms before. How was I to satisfy my needs? I felt Justin’s crotch he was very excited and was almost bursting out of his trousers. "Justin, I want you," I whispered "and I want you now." I added, and lifted my dress up into my arms. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he saw me standing in my high heels and stockings exposed for all the world to see. "You will have to make do with my lips this time, though darling" I added "as its not safe anywhere else right now" and gave him a knowing look. "I understand," he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge erection. I turned around bent over lightly and wrapped my lips round his bulging cock.

He slowly began to thrust his member into my mouth. Faster and faster he pushed himself into me moaning as he did so.

"God, this is good, I haven’t had it this way much before," he said between the groans.

"Darling I’m not too experienced myself," I said to him as I briefly came up for air .

My knees were wobbling and my breath was short. Finally he swelled in my mouth for the last time and climaxed, with a last long moan of satisfaction. "Thank you, that was just fantastic, he said as he pulled himself out of me and unrolled the full condom from his penis. "You are one horny girl." Justin zipped himself back into his trousers.

"Come on, let’s get back to the party," I said grabbing his hand, "I don’t know about you but I am ready for another drink now." Well, I had just had one! But we went back to the French window and slipped in without being noticed again, then quickly spied a young waitress and grabbed four glasses of champagne from her tray.

oOo-

 

Chapter 9 - Still having fun

Justin was still paying me a lot of attention, I felt flattered. I wondered for a moment just what he would do if he knew just what sort of ‘older woman’ he had just been with. We drained two of the champagne glasses at once, I was really a bit tipsy by then, the bubbles got up my nose and I coughed a little, grabbing hold of Justin’s arm for support. I could see Carol looking at me from across the room. It was a very knowing look. She lifted her eyebrows, in a little disbelief, as if to say "Did you?"

From the look I gave her, one of perhaps smug satisfaction, she knew we had, her eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open, she smiled and winked at me. I was not too sure EXACTLY what I felt about Justin, he was a nice boy but, well, a boy. Hardly over 20, maybe not even that. His cock had felt really nice, really smooth, not enormous but what did I know. As we stood there, side by side, I realised every one could see, he was holding my hand. I decided this had gone far enough, but no further. I reached over to kiss him lightly on the cheek and said I had to go to the Ladies. In there I just stood for a minute, getting more confused. Everyone had been so nice to me, I had seen several men looking me up and down and the girls, and ladies, even Sam’s Mum, had accepted me as a woman. And I had even had sex, was I in some way ‘becoming’ more of a woman? I felt a tear just begin to form in my eye, and was jolted out of it as Debbie came in.

"Hi Bethany" she said, going into a cubicle there. She hadn’t blinked an eyelid, just accepted that I was another woman in there. I smiled to myself. As she came out she looked at me. "Are you all right, Bethany? Have you been crying?"

I nearly started again but took a deep breath and managed to blurt it out. "No, I am OK really. Just a little confused. You and Vicky and Sam and everyone, you have been so kind. I really don’t know what to think, it has been such a lovely day."

Debbie put an arm round my shoulder. "Don’t worry, Bethany, we all understand. And you are doing incredibly well, it is brave of Sam and Steve to invite you, but VERY brave of you to come. And to stand in as a bridesmaid too, that is really good of you."

I looked in here eyes, she really meant it.

"OK, I must admit, in the pub last week some of us thought it was a bit of a joke, I mean, a transvestite at a hen party, who would believe it. But once we got to know you we all realised, I think, in so many ways you have become a woman. Hang on, I will prove it to you. Being the sort of girl you are, I expect you know all about underwear."

I looked at her again, a little puzzled.

"You know James and I have just got engaged. Well we have agreed, if either of us ever does anything - sexual - with someone else, we will tell all and sort it out. OK now."

With that she stood back a little from me and pulled down the zip at the front of her yellow minidress. I was amazed.

"Tell me, Bethany, do you think this bra is too small for me. It feels a bit tight and my nipples are getting a bit sore."

I was even more amazed when she unhooked the middle of the bra, and very breasts, her very large breasts, fell out! I looked, the nipples did indeed look a little red.

"Here, feel" invited Debbie, taking my hand and placing it under her tit so I could feel. I lifted it and could see the mark of the underwiring. "Well, actually Debbie, to be honest I think you are right. What size is it?"

"It’s a different brand from my usual, this is a 38DD. What do you think?"

"The cup size seems OK, maybe 40DD would be better." Debbie reclipped the bra, tucked her breasts away again and smiled as she zipped up.

"Thanks Bethany. And despite my promise to James I have no need to tell him somebody fondled my boobs. I just had a discussion with a girlfriend, that is all."

We both smiled and left the Ladies together.

Carol saw us and came over to chat. There was just a small hint of suspicion in her voice.

"Hello there, what were you and Debbie up to then?"

""Just girl talk" I said.

Carol was glad to have the excuse to natter, she had difficulty prising herself away from a guy called Charles who seemed a bit of a twit but was obviously being very attentive to her.

"So, Bethany my darling, what were you up to with Justin, I saw you disappearing with him. Did you really....?"

I smiled knowingly. "Tell you later, my dear. Look, Carol, shouldn’t we be going now, it has been one hell of a day, the happy couple are ‘going away’ in a few minutes, maybe we could slip off then?" "OK Bethany, you may be right, it really has been a full day already. Here they come now. Doesn’t Sam look gorgeous?"

She did, in a going away outfit I was sure she had got very recently, she would not have dared wear something like that a month ago. Her dress was short, VERY short, her heels were very high. The happy couple chatted briefly to several of their new, extended families, then Steve motioned for us to join them.

"Thank you, girls, very much." He looked at me and winked, I think I blushed. "We would not have had so much fun without you, you BOTH look gorgeous. We’ve got go get going now but - well - we’ve arranged a little surprise. Our car is due soon, so is yours, we’ve arranged a lift home. Unless you would like to stay for the party?"

In one sense I would have loved to have stayed but Carol and I were both being realistic, we thanked then again, lots of little kisses all round. Sam and Steve got into their car, we piled into the one behind and we all sped off.

"Nice surprise" I said to Carol as we sat in the back, "I was wondering how we would get home". And on the way I told her, quietly, just what Justin and I had got up to. She smiled widely.

"Wow, Bethany, I told you that you could really make it as a girl, and you very nearly have. I got stuck with that Charles guy but, I am almost ashamed to say, I rather fancied the look of his wife!" We both giggled as our car drew up outside our house, and were very surprised indeed to find the bridal car, with Sam and Steve just getting out - in front of ours. I looked at Carol - she was genuinely surprised, she really had no idea what was going on.

As we had arranged I put my head down and went straight for the front door when Carol said the coast was clear. As I turned round the other three followed.

Carol beat me to it. "Now then, you two, just what is going on?" "Right" said Samantha. "Long story but here’s the gist of it. Steve and I, well, we had a holiday in Vienna two years ago . We decided there and then, if we ever got married, we would consummate our marriage there, it’s a gorgeously romantic place. And we want to stick to that." "But my parents made a mistake. They booked us into Heighton Hall - do you know it, posh place just off the motorway - for two nights. So - you two - it comes down to this. We can rearrange things a bit. How would you like to come to Heighton Hall with us, for one night? We can fly off to Vienna tomorrow lunchtime and..." He grinned at Sam.

Carol again beat me to it. "OK, have I got this right, you would like to share your wedding night away with me and Ben?" "NO!" came the reply, from Sam and Steve together. They looked at each other. "We want you - and Bethany - to come with us. Please say yes, it will be so much fun. We rather fancy a different sort of honeymoon, after a very different sort of wedding!"

Sam looked at me as she said this. I paused, taking in the implications. Yet Carol did not hesitate.

"Right, you are on, now when do we start?"

"Wait" I said, "Don’t I get a say in this?"

"NO!" replied three voices this time, together. Yet they all knew I would have said yes. As Steve and Carol went up to rapidly pack, and Sam got on the phone to ring the hotel and the airline to confirm, I thought about what I had just been volunteered for. I counted back - this was my third outing ‘dressed’ - to the night club, the pub on Sam’s hen night, and now to their wedding. And this last was about to get extended over the weekend. I recalled the thrill of that first outing, walking along the road to the club, in so many respects feeling ‘a woman’. And the first ‘sexual act’ with Steve on the sofa, and kissing Rick outside the pub. And my ‘tryst’ with Justin just a few hours earlier. Was I really ‘becoming’ female? It was very difficult to tell, I must ask Carol what she thought later, she had become so accommodating to my strange ‘hobby’ of late.

Carol and Steve came down, she hadn’t changed her undies but was wearing a cream top and a tight black skirt, very short. She HAD changed in recent weeks, become much more daring in her own dressing, I loved it. Now it was my turn to change and to pack. Sam came up the stairs with me, I showed her my small ‘Bethany’ wardrobe in the spare room.

"Carol said you were going to wear her maroon outfit before we turned you into a bridesmaid. Are you going to wear that to go to the hotel?" I hadn’t thought, really, but decided that since Carol had told Sam, maybe it would be OK. I padded next door, to our own bedroom, and found the outfit, and the shoes and blouse I had planned to wear. Carol helped me to take off the bridesmaid dress carefully and to get the rather tight skirt on, then went back to the spare room while I sat and redid my nails and my lipstick. I joined her ten minutes later when my nails had dried, she had my case already packed.

"I’ve put most of your clothes in, Bethany, since you haven’t much. And you must put that hat on, I want Steve to see. Please? Now, come on, we must move."

As I walked into the lounge both Carol and Steve were appreciative of my look.

"Really, Bethany, I know when we last met you were, to me, a transvestite. But that’s not what I see now, I really do see a very attractive woman. Any man would be pleased to be seen with you. Really." Maybe I blushed, I don’t know, but I did go over to him and kiss him on the cheek to thank him. Such a compliment, and I really did feel extremely feminine, not just the hat, not just the outfit, the tight leather skirt, the heels, makeup and so on. But the whole think, it just felt wonderful. And despite my earlier misgivings I was now looking forward very much to spending the whole evening as Bethany.

However, just in case any neighbours were watching, Steve and Carol took the cases out to the cars, Steve put them all in the boot of ‘their’ limo, and Sam and I, so that Carol and I wouldn’t be seen together, scurried out quickly. Carol and I settled into our car as the bridal limo moved off in front of us, we followed. As we talked we kept our voices down, even though there was a screen between the driver and us. The limo was rather luxurious, we settled back in the leather seats.

"Looking forward to this, Ben - sorry, sorry! I mean Bethany?" asked Carol. Of course I was, I was brimming with confidence by now. I crossed my legs and enjoyed the feel of real silk nylons, it felt gorgeous. "Steve is right you know, you do look totally convincing, Bethany. Absolutely nobody at the wedding had any idea. Certainly not Justin" joked Carol. "We will have to see - after this - about getting you a boyfriend. Maybe?"

I was not sure I wanted to discuss that at the time so I changed the subject slightly.

"And what about you, Carol, maybe you and Sam have some ideas for the night?"

"Oh, no, I had no idea about this at all. Anyway, it is the first stage of their honeymoon. We will have to be careful not to be ‘gooseberries’ if you see what I mean. Sam and Steve have only been married a few hours. A very different wedding indeed."

We both giggled, I realised my ‘titter’ was almost as girlish as Carol’s. We talked some more about the wedding, about Justin, Charles, his wife, I was intrigued to know what Carol was feeling.

"Oh no, nothing serious, nothing was going to happen. It’s just that, in the Ladies just before the reception, she was adjusting her stockings. Yes, she was wearing stockings, Bethany. And I caught a glimpse of her panties, they were black and I think silk. It was just a momentary feeling. Anyway, this evening, am I imagining it or do you get the feeling Sam and Steve haven’t told us everything?"

I had to admit I thought that too. "I imagine we are going to ‘be’ the two cousins from Canada. But yes, I was trying to listen in when Sam was confirming with the hotel. It’s not what she said but the tone of voice, there is something else going on, I can’t think what. Anyway my love, we have a night to look forward to good wine, food, the facilities there are supposed to be luxurious."

And as I said this and looked out, the car drove into the gates and up the long drive to the Hall. The first car was there already, Sam and Steve were just helping get all the cases out of the boot. Carol and I got out and went over to join them. I could see, at the top of the longish flight of steps leading up to the entrance, two guys, probably porters, and an older man, maybe the duty manager or something. The porters started to come down towards us. They were chatting, not really paying us much attention. And it was just then, as I looked at Steve sorting the cases, that I realised just what was going to happen. Steve saw me, open mouthed, my eyes were probably nearly popping out of my head. He moved over towards me and whispered.

"A different honeymoon, that’s what we said. Was I right or what?"

 

Chapter 10 - Honeymoon!!!

When Sam saw the look on my face she turned to look at Carol. Just for once I had beaten her to it, but the realisation was just beginning to dawn on her. Sam leaned over to ‘kiss’ my cheek and whispered herself "Have fun Bethany!" She took her hand out of her pocket and threw, all over my hair, my hat, my shoulders, a shower of confetti, then turned and rushed over to Carol and said something to her. She handed over the two cases, Carol’s and the one which I assumed to be hers, to one of the porters and took her arm to help her up the steps. I remember even now Carol’s reaction as she KNEW what was going on. She faltered on the bottom step, but Sam caught her, she allowed herself to be lead up behind the porter. Meanwhile Steve had moved across between the other porter and me, so he couldn’t see what was happening. I felt his hand take mine, I had almost recovered my composure, and looked down to see him sliding a gold ring with a bright stone mounted on it, onto the third finger of my left hand. He kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand, I gripped very tightly. And I started on up the steps behind the other porter who had our cases. With my ‘husband’!!

The guy at the top - his badge said ‘Ian - Duty Manager’ - was all smiles. "Mr and Mrs Edwards? Good afternoon, welcome. May I first of all congratulate you."

Steve released mine to shake the proffered hand, I did the same, remembering NOT to try to do a firm handshake. They a young receptionist appeared from behind Ian carrying a large bouquet which she offered to me. I had fully realised the part I had to play by then, I accepted them smiling and leaned over to ‘kiss’ her cheek. We all headed forward into the foyer. Steve signed us in - ‘Mr and Mrs S. Edwards, he wrote - and the receptionist, after filling in the details, asked if we would like to go straight up to our room (OUR room!) or would we like to take some air, maybe walk in the gardens first? I didn’t wait for Steve to reply, I got in first there.

"Thank you, but I think we need to freshen up a little first." I don’t know if she thought I was desperate to have sex with my ‘husband’, to be honest I hadn’t thought about such things at that time, but she didn’t show any surprise, just indicated to our little porter man that we were to go up to room 44.

In the lift I just stood beside Steve, I was beginning to fume a little, not so much at what they had done, more that they hadn’t asked us, had given us NO idea. We followed the porter to our room. As he opened the door Steve turned, put an arm round my shoulder and picked me up! OK, I’m not enormous but I am not size 6 either, as he stepped in carrying me easily and I held on to his arm, I realised his muscles were tensed, and they were big muscles. The female in me reacted at once - this guy is a hunk, he really has got some body on him. He put me down carefully, as the porter left I turned on him.

"You bastard, Steve Edwards, have you any idea what you have just put me through? You could at least have discussed it, or maybe just told us at our house!"

"Well, Bethany, blame Sam for that. Actually no, that’s not fair, it was a joint decision. We really wanted to surprise you both. Did you see the look on Carol’s face when she realised?"

"Steve, did you see the hand on Sam’s bum as we walked in, Carol gave her arse cheek such a squeeze, they are not going to be watching the late movie tonight. Unless they watch it afterwards."

Steve turned to face me. "But we really were pretty certain you would approve, we’ve not known you long but already we know how you think, it really is a great idea isn’t it, and it gets us out of a fix, we can get to Vienna on Sunday without feeling too guilty."

By now my anger was spent, and yes, it was a great and wonderful idea, and very good indeed of the two of them to put their honeymoon on hold for two days while....

While what? Just what were we going to do in the time between Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning. I realised I had to keep control, that Steve and Sam were not going to have things all their own way. Here I was - I looked round - in the bridal suite with a good-looking guy and his ‘wedding ring’ on my finger. So how about embarrassing him a bit, if I could! Behind us was a small table bearing gifts from the management, more flowers and a bottle of champagne on ice. I looked at Steve, he was observing the view from the window.

"OK, since we are married, Steve my darling, how about just one more glass of champagne please? Would you do the honours?" I asked, this time in a much gentler and sexier voice. Steve noticed that, I could tell, and began to open the bottle, I took off my jacket and threw it onto the bed with my hat and, facing away from him, undid two of the buttons on the top of my blouse. I turned as he offered the glass to me, and moved closer to link arms while we sipped. Then I took his glass and set it down beside mine and advanced towards him.

"Now, my husband, how about a little romance for your wife?" I asked and reached to grab his collar. I pulled him towards me and pressed my lips to his, immediately opening my mouth and starting out on a very steamy French kiss. His body was a little taut to begin with but then he relaxed, so did I, our lips stayed locked as he embraced me - hard. Our tongues were busy, I felt his hand slide down my back and onto my thigh, then slide up again inside my skirt. I renewed my attack, he wasn’t going to get away until I wanted.

I slid my hand down too, past his waist and across his trousers, feeling the growing prick inside there, beginning to stroke gently, then harder. His own hand moved again, over the tops of my stockings, lifting my skirt, feeling between my legs, just beginning to work its way round to the front of my panties.

At which point I broke away.

"Now, now my darling, we’ve only just got married, we’ve lots of time yet." I had got him so worked up, so randy, I was really pleased at the effect I had on his libido and on his cock in particular. "I think we need some air, how about that walk in the garden. Come on, my love." I headed for the door. "Got the key?"

"You, Bethany my darling, are a tease, but I love you for it. OK, let’s go then."

We walked down the corridor, hand in hand, down the stairs instead of the lift, and across the foyer towards the large patio doors, then out into the garden. We walked for about a quarter of an hour, always holding hands, wondering what Carol and Sam might be getting up to, planning briefly for the next day.

"It’s a top notch place, this is, Bethany. They have a sauna, tennis, golf course, a gym, all free or at least included in the price." "And what do you think your Dad would say, Steve, if he knew who you were wandering round this garden with now?"

"I don’t think about it, he wouldn’t understand. Not surprising, really." We smiled as we reached a corner in the path, and sat on a bench in a small summerhouse there. As we chatted I slid my hand down onto my knee and slid the hem of my skirt up, looking at Steve’s face as I did. he was looking at my legs. As I passed my stocking tops to expose bare thigh, he just couldn’t control himself any longer. He moved across me, kissed me again, long and passionately, one hand sliding over my thigh, the other cupping my breast. "Ahem". We both heard the ‘artificial’ cough from behind Steve, and un-clinched immediately. An old man, maybe 70, and his wife were walking past. I could see he was going to make some rather stern remark, but then he saw the confetti, still stuck in my hair.

"Oh, sorry, please, do continue, please."

His wife had seen it too, they smiled at each other, she reached over and took his hand and they turned and walked off. Steve and I looked at each other, and just burst out laughing.

A few minutes later we strolled back in, still laughing. I told Steve I wanted to go back to our room briefly, I needed to adjust things between my legs. During that second necking session something had moved slightly and needed adjustment. As soon as I got into the room I whipped off my skirt and panties, and got to work quickly to ‘dissolve’ the solvent holding me in place. My cache came off quite easily, I got myself sorted and redid it afresh and put on my panties and skirt again, then I lay down on the bed for a moment to relax and consider what a day it had been. And I woke up nearly an hour later, with a cover over me. I hoped it had been Steve who had found me, but he was nowhere to be seen. I was just a little worried, I checked my appearance in the mirror and picked off the last of the confetti, brushing my hair out as I did, then grabbed my bag and headed down to the foyer. At the desk I felt a little embarrassed. "Excuse me, I’m Mrs Edwards, room 44, I seem to have lost my husband." "Already Miss" joked the clerk "I think I saw him in the lounge, yes, I can see him over there, reading the paper."

I walked over towards him, and kissed him on the cheek, smiling. "Hi there honey, I thought I would leave you, you looked so sweet. How do you feel now?"

"Fine" I said, then stopped - dead in my tracks, or mid-sentence, or whatever. Samantha was walking across the room. Or rather, it was Sam. Sam - the male name sort-of fitted, though in no way could that figure have belonged to a guy, had changed, a lot. Her hair was brushed straighter, in a female imitation of a masculine style, almost ‘page-boy’. She wore darker makeup though her lips were scarlet, but it was the clothes. She wore a white shirt, baggy and flouncy but it WAS a shirt rather than a blouse, and a wide black leather tie. And a short black leather mini, it wasn’t mine, this was much shinier. And boots. Thighboots. Leather thighboots with very high heels. This was definitely a woman, but made up and dressed in a very mannish style. Steve saw her and this time HIS eyes nearly popped out. "Careful darling, I don’t want you looking at other women now, not on our wedding day."

As Sam reached us she stopped and posed for a moment. "What do you think?" "Struth, Sam" choked Steve. "You look fantastic. Different of course but gorgeous."

"It’s great, Bethany" said Sam. "They have everything here, sauna, hairdresser, the works, it’s all free. Carol is in there now. No, here she comes."

Carol came in the other door, I had to turn to see, this time it was my turn to be gob-smacked. Her hair had been styled for the wedding that morning. Now it was all brushed out, and blonde. VERY blonde, almost platinum. And the dress, well, it covered some of her body but the cleavage she was showing was extraordinary. I had seen this woman naked but, I had never seen the likes of those tits.

"It’s all Carol" muttered Sam "Unlike some women I know. But with a little assistance."

And at just that moment, as I walked to greet Carol, the other doors opened, there were about five entrances to that lounge. And a whole gang of men, about twelve of them, came in, on their way to the bar. "Lawyers" said Sam. "On a weekend conference or something, the hairdresser told me, I think their session has just finished." They headed for the bar but - not surprisingly, their attention was to some extent distracted. Steve was still sitting but we three girls, Carol, Sam and I, were standing and easily visible. And in some cases there was a lot to look at. I wondered if I could cope, I think I maybe came over a little dizzy. Before anything could happen Carol reached me, grabbed me under the arm, and marched me past Steve and over towards and into the Ladies. "Right, Bethany, breathe deeply, take it easy, you need just to calm yourself."

I did as instructed and felt myself recovering. As I stood up and looked in the mirror I could see tears on my cheeks.

"Sorry, Carol, it was just - seeing all those men. And the looks they were giving me. And you, and Sam."

"Get used to it Bethany. They are men, you are a woman." She could see the look of surprise on my face as she said that. She took me gently in her arms and stroked my hair.

"Yes, that’s right my dear. Right now, you ARE a woman. After all, you are ‘married’ to Steve aren’t you?"

I looked in her face, she was smiling.

"OK, I know, not really. But I could see you in the garden from the hairdressers’. I could see a happy pair of lovers, Steve is positively delighted to be seen with a gorgeous woman like you. Whatever happens next week, Bethany, tonight you ARE a woman, really, and a very attractive one at that."

Sam had come into the Ladies behind me, she had heard, she too put her arms round me.

"That’s right, Bethany. Don’t worry about the men. They are just guys having some time away from their wives. Probably looking for a bit on the side. In a way, girls, we are lucky. After dinner tonight they will all know we aren’t available. I mean, as far as they are concerned, Carol and I are lesbians and you are Steve’s bride. You are safe. On another occasion almost any one of them would be desperate to get you alone and fuck you. Really." I had calmed a lot, and kissed both of them on the cheek.

"Thanks, girls, I’m sorry, I just panicked."

"Right" said Sam. "Now, Bethany, Steve has gone up to change for dinner.

Actually I may be wrong about you being safe tonight."

Both Carol and I looked at her, a little puzzled. Sam smiled. "After they see what you are wearing at dinner tonight, it’s quite possible you might get propositioned, bride or not." "But what am I wearing, I don’t know, my dark blue dress maybe? I’ve just realised, Sam, I don’t know what you packed for me." "Don’t worry about that, Bethany. Go up to your room in a couple of minutes, Steve will probably be down, he’ll be in the bar. In the Harrods bag I gave you. Have a look. You will be knockout, I promise." As we left the Ladies I turned right to go upstairs, Carol and Sam walked across the lounge towards the bar. They were holding hands, well, more than that, they were in VERY close contact. And as all the men in that room, married or not, watched them, watched Sam’s bum wiggle suggestively above her shiny high-heeled boots, watched Carol’s boobs bouncing inside her tight red dress, there was a gasp as they turned a little towards each other. Sam’s hand slipped down from Carol’s waist to fondle her bum, and their lips met - it was a very provocative move, from one ‘trainee lesbian’ to another. Back in my room, Steve had indeed gone. His case was open still on the bed, he had obviously finished and gone down to the bar. I stripped totally, wig included though not my ‘falsies’, I knew they would stay well in place. I took off all my makeup and had a very quick hot shower, then towelled dry and put the wig back on, very firmly gripped in place. I relaxed as I brushed it out - it occurred to me then, a very feminine reaction in a very feminine activity. Then I stepped over to ‘my side’ of the bed - what did I mean by that, I thought - and found the green bag. I opened it and tipped the contents on the bed.

I gasped. This was a complete change of clothing, the lot, undies, shoes, dress, a scarlet lipstick and matching varnish. I held up the dress - and gasped again, it was GORGEOUS. Exactly what material I didn’t know, probably some sort of polyester mixture at a guess, but black, with a silver thread all the way through it, a sort of light chain-mail effect. The cut was difficult to see at first, then as I turned the dress I realised that wearing it was going to be a challenge. A very exciting challenge for any woman, let alone me. I looked at the clock, 45 minutes to dinner, and set to.

Within ten minutes I had done my nails, toes and fingers, I was practised at this by now. I started to dress with the thong, that’s right, a very thin triangle of silk over my ‘pussy’ and a tight strip up the back. The stockings were sensational, black, seamed, silk, 7 denier, very sheer indeed, hi-leg hold-ups. I sat on the edge of the bed and positively luxuriated in their feel as I rolled them carefully up my legs. The bra was black too, thin, see-through, lifting the breasts substantially and exposing the tops of my nipples above to half-cups.

I sat down at the small dresser and did my makeup, again in ten minutes flat but with that outfit I didn’t have to think, I knew EXACTLY the look I wanted. Fairly light ‘rose bloom’ cover-all at first, spread on very thinly. I hurried on, still taking care though. The eyes I did rather too much, as I often do, but realising that for this sort of occasion that would do fine. Really heavy mascara, not false lashes but to give something near that effect. Deep blue eyeliner, and a gentle version of the same colour lightly on my eyebrows, then just a little rather bright blusher carefully applied. And the lips, definitely a very bright red, ‘never-been-kissed’ rosebud red, sharply outlined in a very thin line of lip pencil in a darker version of the same colour. I sat back, totally satisfied. The Harrods bag contained a jewel case, I opened it with trepidation, this time I gasped. OK, it was certainly ‘dress’ jewellery but it looked extremely effective. I held up and clipped on the earrings, silver mounts with three long chains of ‘diamonds’ in a chandelier effect. And a matching necklace the like of which I had never worn before. I checked how the clip was going to work, then tossed my hair back and fastened it - first time, successfully, despite my long red nails. Then a watch, silver-bevelled, on a thin silver clasp. And finally, round my right ankle, a thin silver chain with a small bead on it, really setting off the stockings. What that lot must have cost I didn’t dare think, and the dress too! It was incredible, black and silver with a built-in basque and underwired cups. Whether Sam had chosen it alone, or with Carol’s help I didn’t know, but it was PERFECT. I turned and picked it up, undoing the short zip at the back. I stepped into it and pulled it up. It was tight, of course it was, it was a size 10. But I got the skirt up to my waist, shifted it round so that the thin moulded bra-cups were in just the right place, then smoothed the skirt into place.

On the left it went down to about 9" above the knee. And the hem then went diagonally across, just below my crotch. My shoulders and arms were bare, I was not at all sure how well it fitted at the front. But I somehow got my arm up to the middle of my back and found the tiny zip, and pulled it up. As it moved I felt the strips in the ‘built-in’ basque move into place, gripping my waist - I breathed in, then out heavily and tugged. The zip slid and the bra-cups lifted, and the zip snapped shut. I had not dared look in the mirror and didn’t dare even now. I opened the shoe box and found - my own shoes. My own 6" black shiny patent stilettos. I must admit I had just had a slight doubt about wearing the outfit with new shoes, those I had worn at the wedding had been a bit awkward but this, this was going to be easy. I put them on the floor and stepped into them, the height was no problem and they felt SO comfortable. As I turned to look in the mirror I heard a slight knock on the door, it was Sam, seeing how I was getting on.

"WOW! Bethany, believe me, when you walk in that restaurant I can almost guarantee at least three men will have orgasms. Believe me. Have you seen yourself?"

I turned to look. I was prepared for something dramatic but this was beyond my dreams. As I turned I could see my exposed right thigh, the top of the stockings clearly visible, along with quite some amount of bare thigh "Those legs, Bethany, I wish I had that much leg to show, really you are going to cause a riot. And those BOOBS!!"

I almost hadn’t noticed but as I turned I saw the full impact. The bra-cups inside the dress lifted my ‘breasts’ and pushed them together. I could see, peeping out from the edge of the dress, just a hint of my nipples, and an absolutely gorgeous cleavage.

"Now, Bethany, just let me get your bag" she said, and proceeded to unload everything from my maroon bag into the small silver-speckled clutch bag, then handed it to me. "My darling, you are ready. And remember, when you walk in, you are beautiful and you are a woman." I looked straight at her, so grateful for this, my eyes were just beginning to water again, she noticed and grabbed a tissue. "Now Bethany, less of that. Your intention tonight is to make every man in that dining room absolutely desperate to fuck you, to get their cocks rampant and finally to satisfy just one of them, your husband. I get my chance later, tonight he is yours."

I just managed to blurt out ‘thank you", I breathed in deeply and settled. "And Bethany, if you breathe in like that with those tits, ALL the guys in there will come in their trousers. Now, ready?"

 

Chapter 11 - The wedding dinner

I was, I held her arm in true girly fashion and we took the lift down, I am not sure how I would have managed on the stairs. As we entered the foyer, Sam gave me a quick light peck on the cheek and shot off, herself causing quite a ripple of comment as she threaded her way through the tables. I could see her across the lounge, quite near the entrance to the dining area, she kissed Carol on the cheek and they both turned towards the door. Then as I moved across the now-empty lounge I could see Steve, and he saw me and stood. He looked extremely handsome, he was wearing a white tuxedo and black tie, very much the gentleman.

I moved towards him, and he gasped, and I got the greatest thrill of my transvestite life, first the stunned silence and then hearing the excited muttering as I walked across the room towards my husband. I had no trouble with the shoes, I was almost floating, I could feel the tightness of my dress and feel it slipping each step to expose the full length of my leg and the bare thigh. And I had to move carefully, I was calm but breathing quite hard, and as I did so my huge breasts swelled, rose and fell as I walked. My 6" high heels clicked on the floor, my breasts bounced, I was in heaven! As I approached Steve, a waiter dashed round to pull a chair out for me. I smiled at him and sat down, immediately, even before I could look towards Steve, the waiter was pouring champagne for me and, I know, getting himself an even better look at my cleavage. I breathed in deeply, and heard him strangle a cry, then move away. Steve didn’t realise what I had done, I looked up at him. He was staring too, though not just at my tits. "Bethany, honestly, I am amazed, Sam had tried to warn me what to expect but - you look absolutely sensational. Really, I mean, Carol and Sam look gorgeous but you, well, you are just a beautiful woman." I smiled my thanks and looked at Steve.

"And you, my darling, are very handsome, I am very proud to be your wife". And just for once, though it was all pretend, I think we both, albeit briefly, wanted it to be real.

Over the next half hour, waiters came and went, I actually do believe they were taking turns or fighting in the kitchen, we kept getting different ones, there were five or six altogether. We were served very efficiently, and I think Sam and Carol were too, maybe the rest had to wait between courses but we were finished some time before most of the table had even got their coffee. Just before we finished both Carol and Sam came over to chat briefly. I really wanted to hear what Carol had to say. "Bethany my love. You are totally beautiful. You ARE a woman, no-one in this room is in any doubt. And for myself, if I were a lesbian which I might very well be before the evening is over, I would happily shove my biggest dildo up your cunt!"

I was so surprised, I almost choked on my coffee. "Bethany" said Sam. "Steady on. If you have trouble we will all be killed in the rush to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Or even chest massage!" We all laughed, Steve asked if I was ready for bed yet. I looked at him and grinned, I grinned an awful lot that weekend and said I really could do with a drink in the bar. We got up and strolled across the room hand in hand. I think several of the guys there did without dessert or left their coffee unfinished. Within minutes the bar had filled up. But we weren’t there, as we left and before anyone else followed us I had dragged him back across the foyer and out into the garden where we had been earlier. "Steve, I’ve thanked Sam, I just want to express my gratitude to you too, you have both given me a wonderful opportunity today and I love you for it." And with that I threw my arms round his neck and kissed him, hard and long, and really meant it.

"OK, let’s go have that drink, please."

As Steve and I got to the bar, I spotted a high stool and decided to do what I had always wanted, to really pose in the way I had when Carol had found me ‘dressed’ for the first time. I shifted my bum against the stool and lifted myself up, turning sideways to the bar and crossing my legs. The experience was even more delightful than I had imagined, I was wearing real silk stockings this time, they slid gorgeously together and exposed my long right leg and very high heels. I asked Steve for a gin-and-tonic, then settled with it to enjoy the ambience.

As I looked round I could see Sam and Carol at a table at the other side of the bar, two middle-aged lawyers had obviously just bought them drinks and were hoping to make progress. But as I watched they were making it very obvious they were only interested in each other. The two men looked at each other, in despair, and left.

I got down off my stool and rather rushed across, trying hard to control my breasts.

"Hi there, you two. Having fun?" I asked, the answer was obvious. But Carol looked a bit strange, not entirely ‘with it’.

"Yes we are, Bethany dear, I think we had better go to bed very soon" said Sam. "I have got my finger right up Carol’s cunt and it is very wet, I think she is ready." And with that they got up, carefully, Carol ‘came to’ and smiled at me and they left together.

I looked back, a couple of guys were chatting with Steve. It may be vain of me to say so, but I rather think they were talking about me. Maybe asking how long we had been married or something. I walked up to him and took his arm.

"Darling, come on now, I want to get you into bed" I said, not loudly but not quietly either. And we walked together out of the bar, across the foyer and into the lift. We cuddled just a little in there, then rather rushed back to our room. I dashed towards the bathroom. And prepared myself, I brushed my teeth, squirted just a little more perfume behind my ears, and used the small tube of jelly from the bathroom cabinet to prepare my ‘cunt’. This was to be the moment. I came out of the bathroom, Steve was in bed. He was sitting up looking towards me. I walked a little towards him, then reached back and found the zip on my dress and pulled it down. I slid it off and stood there, wearing only my bra and thong, the stockings and the 6" heels. "Steve, my darling, are you really ready for this?"

 

Chapter 12 - Honeymoon night

He pulled back the bedcovers to reveal - he was totally naked, and his cock was, to me, absolutely enormous. He was obviously ready and so was I, to be taken as a woman for the very first time by my husband. "Steve, we haven’t discussed this, I mean, do you want me to suck you, like last time?"

I hesitated. "Or do you want to fuck me?"

"No, Bethany darling. I’m not going to fuck you." Maybe my disappointment showed, he looked me in the eyes, he spoke quietly and very affectionately.

"I am going to make love to you.".

I slipped into bed, Steve’s arms enfolded me, we were into extremely heavy petting at once, I continued enjoying his attentions and feeling and kissing his body all over for several minutes. Then I lifted myself up to look down on him, my breasts hanging down and smiled. I lay down and felt his cock move between my legs. This was definitely it!

And very gently, steadily, with my hand guiding him to the proper place, I felt his cock head push against ‘my love-hole’. I lifted my knees to make it easier and he pushed. I felt him penetrate me.

I do have to admit I was, for a very short while, worried - this was not what I expected, it felt good but there was something missing. Steve pushed again, it hurt rather more than I had anticipated. Then he pulled out and pushed again and - WOW! My world exploded as I felt the knob of his cock slide deep inside me and begin to swell. I screamed. "Ooooh darling. OOOOOOH STEVE! OH MY GOD!!"

I looked up at him, and was delighted, his eyes were wide open, he was breathing heavily, he pulled back and thrust again and again, he was really building to a climax, at that moment he shouted out too, anyone in the rooms near us will have known there was a honeymoon couple in there, and at it! That first orgasm, really as I had expected I think, didn’t take long to reach but it DID go on for quite a long time. Steve was thrusting in and out, I wrapped my nylonned legs round him and joined in the pushing, he was just coming and coming, spurting his hot sperm deep inside me, I felt absolutely wonderful and wanted it to be as good for him too. I needn’t have worried on that score, after over a minute of action he suddenly calmed and collapsed on the bed beside me. He looked up at my face, a deeply satisfied look on his face.

"Bethany, my love, whatever else happens to us you need to know, that was fucking sensational, I am not sure I dare tell Sam this but it was the longest climax I have ever had. If you and Carol were not so close I might be filing for a divorce already. That was fantastic." I smiled, delighted, I had pleased my man.

And come to that, he had pleased me. As I wriggled I could feel his juices inside me, moving round, a gorgeous hot feeling deep in my ‘cunt’. "Steve, my husband-for-the-night. I will tell Sam I am very grateful, and very satisfied, and that she is very lucky to have such a sensational fucking lover."

I leaned over and tenderly caressed his lips. He joined in for a few moments, then slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom to clean up. I just lay there, ecstatic. A few minutes later he emerged, looking refreshed but also looking a little embarrassed.

"Bethany, I’m sorry, I was just thinking of how you looked at dinner tonight and...."

He moved his hand away from his lower regions to reveal - he was totally erect again.

I smiled widely at him.

"Don’t worry my darling, it’s a real compliment that the thought of me turns you on."

"Oh, it does, it does."

As he got near the bed I pulled back the covers and got out, moving towards him. I dropped onto my knees and leaned forward to kiss his proud cock, then opened my mouth and slid my red lips right down the shaft. "Christ, Bethany, you don’t know what that does for me." I did know. I moved up and down just three or four times, feeling him swell, enjoying the taste and the small of raw male sex. Then I climbed back on the bed and lay on my back, with my legs wide open.

"Now my darling, and this time I really want fucking!"

He didn’t have to be asked twice. And indeed, this time, he was ferocious. We kissed and rolled over, then over again, all the time he was pushing deeper in me, I could feel his balls pushing against my cheeks. The foreplay took longer this time, inevitably, it took maybe ten minutes of shafting on his part, kissing and teasing on mine, until he arched his back, shouted "Oh Christ, Bethany, my darling, my... ooooh!" and began once more to pump his juices up me. By then I was TOTALLY aroused, totally receptive, ready to experience sex as a woman yet again. It took longer, it was different but it was still good. Good? It was great! After which, spent, I managed to slide him out of me, pulled the covers over us both, and we slept.

Amazingly I woke just after six, the sunlight was beginning to make its presence felt. And, again amazingly, I felt horny. I kissed Steve’s sleeping form, starting at his forehead, working my way down, caressing his body, his muscles, when I came to his rather small cock. I pulled back the covers slightly and leaned down to caress his balls again with my lips. Quickly he got aroused, and quickly he woke up fully and realised what was happening. "Bethany..." he muttered in a slightly desperate tone.

"Steve my darling, it’s another day, and I will not accept no for an answer.

I need you - again - now."

As he rolled over on top of me it was obvious he had no intention whatsoever of saying no. He slid straight in, as deep as before and as full, and began to thrust home. I loved it, I needed it, I wanted more, I kissed him passionately and got exactly what I wanted, steamier and sweatier than before but just as satisfying. That third fuck of the night woke me up, though it sent Steve back into an even deeper sleep. I gently got out of bed and padded over to the bathroom, carefully, dripping as I moved, I had three loads of Steve’s sperm inside me. I got to the toilet just in time and relieved myself, in several ways, thinking about how I was going to spend the morning. I knew we were due to leave before lunch, Steve and Sam were catching their plane at noon, it was about half an hour to the airport. Allow for check-in time, we ought to be there by ten maybe. I showered thoroughly, even removing my wig briefly, then inspected the make-up round my boobs, it was waterproof but was beginning to show the edges. I quickly got the solvent stuff, stripped off the makeup itself and redid it, not needing to reattach the actual forms. I was more than satisfied the result would hold up for several hours. I smoothed my face twice and redid my makeup, not so tartily this time, more for ‘day-wear’, though I kept the same colour lips so I wouldn’t have to redo my nails. Choosing what to wear was not difficult, there wasn’t much to choose from.

Clean black bra and panties of course, and I had decided on stockings again. I slipped into and tightened my black basque, and clipped the tops of the stockings to the six straps. The black leather miniskirt, that was obvious, but what with it? I chose from my three blouses, a deep purple shiny long-sleeved one, I wouldn’t need a jacket with that. I put it on, tightened the skirt belt and slipped on my 6" stilettos again. Morning or not, I wanted to wear them.

I found again my original gold jewellery and packed the expensive-looking silver set away. Four rings (as well as the one on my third finger), and my ‘gold’ watch. I picked big hooped earrings and was just clipping on the second when I heard a very quiet tap on the door. Surely that could not be a chambermaid, not interrupting the bridal couple at this time on the morning after.

"It’s me, Sam, anyone up?" came a quiet voice from outside. I opened the door, Sam and Carol came in, I held my finger to my lips and looked across to Steve. Still flat out.

"Well, it looks as if you had a good night Bethany. Tell me, how was it for you?" asked Carol impishly. Sam had crept over to the bed, she leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek, and slid a hand under the covers just below waist level.

"Ooooh Bethany, oooooooh, darling, not again, later...." And he nodded off again.

"WELL!" said Sam in a pronounced whisper. "That’s not quite what I wanted to hear. I take it you two fucked all night then?" I was definitely embarrassed but decided the truth was the only response.

"Nearly, we did get some sleep."

Sam looked at me and smiled. "I am so glad for you both, specially for you, Bethany. Now you really do know very nearly everything about being a woman. And just so I don’t feel so bad about my husband muttering another woman’s name on our honeymoon morning, I ought to say - Carol and I had a very good night too. Did you tell her what you got, Carol?" Carol looked at me, it was her turn to be embarrassed. "Well, you know these two charming people got you that gorgeous outfit for a sort of wedding present. Well, I got a present too. A 10" vibrating squirting dildo!"

Sam interrupted us before I could get any details. "Look girls, it’s not breakfast yet but let’s go down, I am sure someone will do us a coffee, especially if you bounce those tits at him, Bethany. Come on." We crept out and strode to the lift, then out into the foyer. There were a few guests around, we created yet another stir, we were obviously not quite three homely girls. I went up to the desk clerk, and I DID rest my boobs on the desk in front of him, he just had to arrange for three coffees. I said we would like them out in the garden, we went out together and sat round a small picnic table.

Sam was mannish again, in very tight jeans with high heels, and a ‘shirt’, though this time one with a cleavage. Carol was quietly dressed for her, ‘just’ her red minidress. I crossed my legs and my skirt rode up. "Tart!" called Carol "And on the day after your wedding too!" we all laughed. We were rather surprised when a rather old gentleman, in blazer and flannels and tie, came over.

"Ladies. Let me thank you. I have been coming to these conference affairs for some years now, they are always indescribably dull. But you brightened up this one last night, thank you."

Carol and Sam both looked up and smiled, but me, well, I had just been called a tart, so....

I stood up in front of him, two of his colleagues had come across and were listening, probably thinking ‘the old duffer’. I decided to give them something to be jealous about.

"Well thank you sir, we enjoyed ourselves too." I put my arms round his neck and gave him a large, long kiss on the lips, then sat down and beamed at Carol as he left.

"Just to prove your point, Carol my dear."

We all giggled in an extremely girlish way and settled to enjoy out coffee in the morning sunshine. After a few minutes Sam got up and left, I turned to Carol.

"So, what about this dildo, then? Did you really? I suppose you can really call yourself a lesbian now, what was it like? " Carol just thought for a moment, then turned towards me. "Well, Bethany. Just like you now know what it’s like to be a woman, I know what it is to be with a woman. Sam is new to this too, we were both wary, but I must admit the drink had helped relax us. She played the ‘guy’ at first, strapped it on, it really did look impressive. It felt good too, not like the real thing, but different, and when she made it vibrate faster, I had a really good orgasm. AND we tried it the other way round, and in all sorts of positions."

"Did you fuck her?"

"Oh, yes, we swapped round, the best was with her up me and me sucking her nipples, I got a whole load of a gorgeous tit in my mouth. We did it twice, it was very energetic, very tiring. What about you? Did Steve fuck you?" I hesitated, not too sure how this would be taken.

"Three times!"

Carol’s eyes opened wide.

"Oh, Bethany, that must have been wonderful. What a gorgeous wedding night.

No wonder he is knackered this morning, you must have worn him out."

She looked up and saw Sam return.

"Just rang Mum and Dad to say we are OK and make sure they weren’t planning to do anything silly like see us off at the airport. That would never do." We all got up and paraded into the dining room for breakfast, we had all eaten very well the previous day, the ‘wedding breakfast’ and then dinner in the hotel so it was fruit juice and a little toast and coffee all round. Then Steve walked in.

He looked awful. He hadn’t shaved, he had on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and trainers, clean but... I looked at Sam, she was not a happy girl. "Hello girls, I could eat a horse."

This would not do. I decided Steve’s married life had to start off on the right footing, I stood up and pushed him gently in the direction of the door. My voice was not loud but not quiet either. "Steven Edwards how dare you! You look a mess, and you haven’t shaved. I will not be shamed being seen with you like this and on the morning after our wedding too, any husband of mine had better learn that very quickly indeed. Now. Off with you, get upstairs and clean up, and you can come back when you are looking decent."

I stormed back to my seat and sat down, and calmed down. "Wow" said Carol, leaning over quietly, "You are certainly learning how to handle men, Bethany. Are you impressed Sam?"

"Yes, I am, that’s exactly what I wanted to do. Just one thing worries me though. When he said, ‘eat a horse’. That’s one of our catch phrases, he always says that in the morning when we have been fucking all night. So just what did you two get up to then?"

I looked at Sam carefully. Things had gone so well I didn’t want to spoil it, and caught just a glimpse of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. "I think it would be best if Steve told you himself. Later maybe, give you something to talk about on the plane."

"Quietly" joked Sam.

As soon as Steve came back, looking substantially better, we left him to eat his ‘horse’ on his own. Sam had suggested, just for half an hour before leaving, we should try the pool. It was outdoors and the sun had just begun to really warm up. Sam and Carol went up to their room for their costumes. I went up for mine. After changing, very carefully I might add, I slipped a longish jacket over myself and went down, the girls were already there, with Steve who was not changed. They both had on very attractive one-piece costumes which revealed quite a lot.

"Bethany, I’ve just been on the phone to Debbie, she rang to see how we are getting on. She asked if we knew how you were, I didn’t let on you are with us. But she seemed concerned, told me about your chat yesterday. You seem to have spent quite some time in various Ladies’ and elsewhere, having all sorts of doubts about yourself. Are you sure now?" I wondered just how much Debbie had told about our ‘chat’. And was I having doubts? Well...

"I smiled probably my widest smile of the whole weekend. "Not any more. That dinner last night convinced me. I could feel the lust in the air, it was gorgeous, the feeling of power over those men, knowing just what I could make them do if I wanted."

Carol and Sam both smiled at me. "Good girl" said Carol. Steve looked bemused.

"And....." I said. I stood up and opened my jacket and let it fall to the floor.

"CHRIST" shouted Steve, staggering a little. He really did nearly fall over.

"SARA - wow!!" exclaimed Carol. Sam just looked. I really don’t know why I had packed it, it just somehow got into my case in my basque, it was small and black, maybe the straps just got hidden. Come to that I didn’t know why I had bought it but I was glad I did. I was wearing a tiny black bikini. The top was halter neck, with very thin straps round the back and neck holding up two sheer black triangles over my nipples. The whole of the rest of my breasts were exposed. And the bikini bottom was just really a small thong.

Carol spoke. "Bethany, you are damn near naked!" I was, and I loved it. The sun was shining down on my body, I was revealed in almost all my womanhood to the world, it felt just wonderful. I set off to walk proudly, showing off as much of my feminine assets as I dare to the two or three other guests who were taking advantage of the hotel’s facilities. I walked down to the end of the pool and up to one of the waiters who had just arrived there. Someone had seen and had called them, there were suddenly four white-coated young men looking at me. I walked up to the first.

"Excuse me, it’s suddenly rather warm, do you think you could fetch me a drink, maybe a dry martini?"

He was listening, sure, but he wasn’t looking at my face. He gulped and hurried off. I turned and walked away, back to the waiting friends. Sam spoke.

"Well, if you have got it, flaunt it! Wow!"

I had my martini, and gathered a small collection of admirers, guest who suddenly decided they would like to try the pool. It was a wonderful moment, I had stretched being a woman to the limit but I knew it had to end. "OK Bethany. I hate to drag you away but we have to get sorted." Carol was always the realistic one.

Back in our room, Steve was just starting to pack when I got back. When he saw me he stopped and came over to embrace me. He just couldn’t help it, he pulled my bikini top off and was fondling my boobs. "Bethany, you looked incredible back there, there wasn’t a limp cock in the hotel."

I slid a hand down to between his legs, maybe he was right. I started to move my hand.

"Bethany, I would love to. But we haven’t time. Sam might come in!"

"Well you are still MY husband my darling"

I kissed him, hard, and unzipped his trousers.

"There is time for this".

I pulled his rampant cock out, knelt in front of him and slid my lips right down the shaft in one rapid movement. He was so close already, it happened at once, he was thrusting deep in my throat. And coming, wave after wave of hot juice, filling my mouth, I swallowed and swallowed. Finally he stopped. "Right darling, I will be ready within five minutes." I grabbed my bra and panties from the chair where I had left them and dashed in the bathroom. And in slightly over five minutes I was ready, in my purple blouse and black leather mini. only 4" black stilettos this time. I grabbed my case and handbag, Steve got his, we were off.

Carol had her red mini on still but Sam was in black leather and boots again. I didn’t ask why, but Steve was obviously pleased. He had booked just one taxi, we all piled in. The plan was for us to say goodbye at the airport and then for Carol and I to go home.

Which is what happened. In a way.

As we got into the terminal Steve quickly found where they were to go and sorted the cases. Carol and Sam and I filled in some time looking at magazines in the shop there, Sam was giggling as she showed me some of the male hunk pictures in there. When Steve came back we all went to the check-in desk and prepared to wait in the seats there. I looked at Sam. "Well, I suppose you want your husband back."

Indeed I do. I hope you enjoyed the loan, Bethany." We looked at Steve who was not too happy to be talked about in this way. I looked hard at him, and spoke so Sam could hear.

"But I need to say goodbye to him properly!" I advanced towards him, he was still looking a little sheepish.

"Well, Bethany" butted in Sam. "Carol and I will be back in a moment, we need to sort something first. You carry on but I want him in good condition."

I should have realised something was going on by the tone of her voice.

"Right my husband, my darling, my lover, come here"

I grabbed him round the neck with both arms, pulled him towards me and looked him straight in the eye.

"Are you ready for this, my darling."

He smiled and moved to kiss me. That’s exactly what happened but I think he was not ready for the ferocity of my passion. I was obviously incredibly grateful to the both of them for the opportunity I had been given, and I poured all my relief and gratitude into that kiss. I didn’t care that it was in public, with other passengers and the airport staff looking on. I just went for it, lips, tongue, hands, nails, the lot, I caressed and loved Steve with everything I had got for well over 30 seconds, the most passionate kiss I could manage.

He emerged, breathless.

"Right Steve. Sam knows what went on last night, obviously, but I haven’t given her ALL the details. It’s up to you to do that when you are both ready for it. But you have to promise me. Her first night with you has to be even more romantic, more passionate, and more fucking has to go on than with me.

OK?"

"Bethany, I can do the first and the second, no problem. But the third, we will have to see. I am not so sure I COULD, not tonight anyway. I have my limits!"

"OK. Well, my darling, all the luck in the world, my love, in your NEXT married life. I enjoyed the first immensely. As of now...." I gave him a final peck on the lips.

".... we are divorced."

I turned, Carol and Sam were coming back, but they had changed. Changed over that is. Sam was wearing Carol’s minidress, and earrings, and her high heels. And Carol was in the black leather outfit. The flouncy shirt and tie, the miniskirt, the thighboots. Her hair was still blonde, she couldn’t change that in a hurry like me, and she didn’t have the ‘lesbian look’ that Sam had carried so well, but there was something of it in her manner. When Sam walked up to Steve and flung her arms round his neck, calling out "Hello again darling", and followed that with a long lingering kiss, I could hear much puzzlement from the other passengers waiting. Basically it was almost a chorus of ‘Lucky guy’.

And then there were the usual little kisses all round, Sam and Steve passed through the departure gate, we all waved, on towards their REAL honeymoon. Carol took my arm.

"Right, my love, we must go. Grab the cases. Or maybe I should do that, since I seem to be the man of the family."

As he did, and started to walk back towards the exit. I followed. Suddenly she stopped and turned.

"Hell, why not" she muttered, and grabbed me, and gave me a massive mouth-to-mouth kiss too. I could hear the muttering around us again.

"Sorry, Bethany, I couldn’t wait"

I tried to follow but had an unexpected problem. I called out to Carol to wait a moment, then spoke quietly to her.

"Sorry, Carol, you shouldn’t have done that, you know. I have a difficulty - it’s all your fault - inside my cache."

She just burst out laughing at my discomfort, I looked round and spotted a Ladies, and carefully made my way there while Carol found a bench to rest, and to try to stop laughing. I got there, and inside the cubicle, and managed to calm down and re-position things.

‘Right, Bethany’ I thought, ‘Time to go home’.

 

Chapter 13 - But before going home....

As I left the cubicle another woman entered the Ladies and looked at me. "Excuse me, I don’t usually talk to strangers in loos but - I have to say - I think you and your ‘boyfriend’ are very brave. Well done." I looked puzzled. I had never seen her before, she was about my age, maybe a secretary or an executive, very smartly dressed, suit, nice tights and heels, very smart and immaculately made up.

"Sorry. But I have a ‘girlfriend’ myself. A near neighbour. We sometimes get together for, you know, some mutual fun. But I always feel guilty about it. I just wanted to say I admire you two, being so public about your affection, it’s so refreshing, I wish we could ......."

I was going to speak but she seemed to be plucking up courage to say more. "I am Gemma, I must say, you really do look gorgeous, it is so rare to find a lesbian who is so open. If only..."

She was leaving her sentences unfinished but I could see why. Her breasts were beginning to heave, she was flustered. I was turning her on. And looking at those breasts and her figure and so on, I felt a stirring again. Not uncomfortable this time but, without all the physical signs, I was certainly mentally aroused.

I felt guilty myself, Carol was waiting for me but I was in a way trapped by strange, new emotions. I was having lesbian feelings! I grabbed Gemma’s hand, to her surprise, and pulled her into the cubicle behind me. She recovered quickly and planted her lips briefly on mine. As we parted I moved my right hand down onto her knee and began to slide it up, she gasped. So did I, she was wearing stockings! My hand carried on, moving up her bare thigh, and met her panties.

She was looking straight in my eyes and smiling, her own hands slid inside my blouse, she was cupping my breast, we kissed again. My forefinger found its way inside her knickers, she was very warm and VERY wet, I began to tease her clit, it felt gorgeous as we kissed once more while my hand played round and teased her hot cunt. With my other hand I managed to open the front of her blouse - she was wearing a leather bra! I slipped a hand in and teased out her nipple, and leaned over to gently arouse it with my lips, feeling it swell and harden, she moaned contentedly as I tenderly licked and sucked and caressed it Suddenly she arched, I was surprised at the speed of it, she shook and moaned louder, trying very hard not to make noise. She carried on for quite a few seconds, finally groaned, and relaxed.

"Wow, that was really something, my girlfriend is good but you are... just exceptional, I’ve never climaxed so strongly before. Now my darling, shall I return the compliment?

She was relaxed now, and began to slide her own right hand up my skirt. It got just about as far as my knickers when I realised this was not going to work.

"Ooooh, my love, I would really love to but - not at this time of the month, I am EXTREMELY sorry. But don’t worry, another time maybe?" I pulled her hand down quite firmly and straightened my clothing. "Another time, oh, definitely. But, please tell, who have I had just had the pleasure of being fondled and climaxed by? Please?" "Bethany, but you can call me darling." I said, again touching her red lips gently with mine.

She got her own clothes sorted, then picked up her handbag, we both passed into the main section of the Ladies, just before another young woman came in and went into ‘our’ cubicle.

Gemma smiled at me and took a small business card out from her bag.

"Somehow I trust you, Bethany. Please, call me." She tidied her hair a little, smiled again, and was gone. I remembered - Carol was waiting for me. I glimpsed at the card as I tucked it into my bag - QC - she was a lawyer, well.

Carol was just beginning to wonder where I was, I just said ‘Tell you later’ and we carried our bags to the taxi rank. as soon as I put up an arm, and put out a leg, one screeched to a halt for us.

In the taxi Carol was quiet for a while as we headed home. "Right dear, all good things must come to an end" "Why?" I asked, in mock complaint.

"For a start, my love, we have to get down to an ordinary week’s work tomorrow. Boring I know. The only highlight, if you can call it that, is dinner in the pub with Jim and Margaret on Friday." I had forgotten that. Highlight? Carol turned to me. "Right, Bethany. And you are not allowed to deny me this. On Friday, to go to the pub, I want the world to see my tits, I want Jim to drool all over me, I want to wear your new dress, the black one you had last night." I must have looked surprised. Carol smiled even wider than she had all weekend.

"Unless of course, my dear, YOU want to wear it!!!!"

The end....?

 

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