Who Said That Three is a Crowd

by Samantha Michelle Davies

  

Part 4 Friends Reunited

  

TJ stayed on the Farm in South Australia for two weeks. She learnt to ride a horse, muck them out (she really HATED anything to do with cleaning) and did other general jobs around the place. This was partly to get her mind off of the things that were troubling her but more importantly, to allow us to spend some time together and let her confidence in me as a person develop.

On the day she was to leave we drove together to Broken Hill so that she could fly home after returning the Rental Car. Her departure was pretty tearful and I could tell that she didn't want to go but underneath, she knew had to. I gave her some more money to make up for what she had spent coming out here and promised that I would be back in a couple of weeks. Anyway, I said you have lots to do before I get home don't you? I had dropped some heavy hints about a few ideas during our talks about the future. I too had a heavy heart as she walked towards the waiting aircraft but I knew it wouldn't be long before we would need again.

Charlie Dawson was waiting to fly me back to the Station after she left. This time, the journey was much better as he now knew about the deal I had done. At least one thing on this trip had not been a disaster.

I duly returned to the UK two weeks later. It was an early arrival so I was totally surprised at seeing both of them waiting for me as I left the T4 arrivals hall very early in the morning.

I was literally shocked by TJ's appearance. Gone was the Grunge look. Here was a well-dressed young lady. Her hair was cut much shorter into a longish 'bob' style. Her makeup was much more adult and she was wearing a summer style dress of liberty print. An elegant pair of flat-heeled sandals finished off the outfit.

I gropped both her hands in mine and said

"My. My. Don't we look nice today? What is the special occasion?" I asked TJ.

"Its for Freddie Stupid. Not Mike!" came her swift reply.

I was still Mike. I had not been Freddie since the day I left them at the Savoy. This was a very different TJ.

I turned to Judy. She was dressed for action. A skimpy red top and tight fitting jeans with her hair pulled back off her face by a pair of tortoise shell grips she was the picture of young womanhood. She looked like a character in "Saturday Night Fever". It suited her well.

"You look lovely as well my dear" I said kindly.

She just smiled and fluttered her long lashes at me.

"Oh kind sir that is such a nice compliment" she replied.

Judy was going to be the Joker in the pack. She was much more impetuous than TJ but I felt she could be deadly serious when she needed to be.

We embraced longingly. I gave TJ a kiss with a little bit of tongue as a way of giving her a taste of what would be forthcoming later.

Judy broke the embrace and then remarked. "Here we are looking nice and what meets us? Nothing but a slob that's what…'

"Wouldn't you be if you had just traveled half way round the world? Besides, if I had known that two such lovely ladies would be waiting for me I would have made an effort to look nice"

They explained they were all packed up and ready to move to Oxfordshire. This was not in my master plan but who was I to quibble with two ravishing beauties a 5:40am?

As the three of us left the arrivals hall together my spirits had considerably brightened. We headed for the car parks I could not get over the transformation in TJ. She had lots of self confidence and wanted to get to work. Her little sojourn to Australia had done her the world of good. I made a mental effort to give Judy some more of my time in the next few weeks in an attempt to balance things out a bit.

We headed in a three car convoy up the M40 towards chateau Mike. Judy had bought a second hand Honda Civic. A very suitable if not practical choice. TJ on the other hand had gone for an aged bright red Toyota MR2. Impractical and expensive to insure but she looked fabulous driving it with the top down.

We stopped en-route in Banbury to do some grocery shopping. I was amazed at the weird selection of things that the girls loaded into the trolley. I could see that some lessons in the kitchen were going to be needed to reduce their dependency on ready cooked meals.

Once we arrived at "Chateau Freddie" we got the cars unloaded. I was amazed at how much "Stuff" they had. TJ had brought her drawing board. We put in the workshop along with a host of other stuff almost but not quite including the kitchen sink. There were a couple of sketchpads that neither would let me peek at. I got my wrists slapped heavily. I could tell that they had been working during my absence.

I made dinner that night. I tried to get them to help but it appeared that neither TJ nor Judy could do much more than boil an egg. I made a mental note to get them cooking lessons. I would not do for them to go through life not knowing the pleasures of cooking. Besides, I did not fancy cooking for three all the time besides what would they do while I was away.

It took us a couple of days to get things sorted and to get acquainted once more. We slowly relaxed in each other's company.

When everything was done sorted out to our satisfaction, I said goodbye to Mike for a while and metamorphosed into Freddie.

I took this opportunity to show them the extensive range of clothes that Freddie had. I explained that most of them belonged to my mother and she enjoyed dressing up.

TJ pulled out a dress from one of the extensive racks. I admired her choice. It was an original design from one of the top Paris Houses. She held it up to her body and looked in the mirror.

"That is a good choice. Why not wear it tonight" I suggested.

"I can't wear this. This is a one off"

"Most of these are one off's. My mother never wore anything else" I replied.

"This lot must be worth a fortune," exclaimed TJ.

"These are for wearing not hanging on racks," I countered.

"You may choose ANY outfit you like to wear at ANY time. You do not have to ask my permission," I commanded.

TJ decided to wear the dress that started it all off. Judy chose a two-piece made by Mary Quant in the 1960's but only after ensuring that all the accessories were there as well.

Now that they had chosen I got them to select something for me. TJ spotted a gray silk off the shoulder dress that had been one of my mother's favorites. Judy selected an appropriate wig and shoes and we were all set to get ready.

I gave into their incessant demands and let them give me a makeover. TJ was pretty severe with the tweezers when plucking my eyebrows but they had had no attention for over six weeks so, I supposed that I deserved it. Judy said my skin was a mess. It looked like I had been out in the sun a lot.

"Yes I have. That is one of the problems that arise out of having to be Mike." I agreed.

Lots of moisturizer was applied. I was feeling better already so I let them perform their magic on me without objection.

When I looked in the mirror I was amazed. Mike had completely gone. Whenever I applied my own makeup there was always a bit of him still showing through from underneath. That is how Judy had found me out so easily. It would be a lot more difficult when I was like this.

"That's amazing. You will have to give me the lowdown on how you did it," I said commenting them on their expertise.

"While we were on holiday, we talked a lot about you and how well you looked when dressed as a woman" said TJ.

Judy added "But we then looked at making you even more convincing. What we have here is one way of achieving that"

I gripped their hands tightly. I did not want to kiss them and ruin all their good work so soon.

Over dinner that night our conversations were a bit muted as if there was something bothering them both. I wondered if that now Freddie was here once again they had to face up to reality.

"Ok you two. Out with it. What's bothering you? I have not seen you like this before. I am sitting here looking a two of the most wonderful and beautiful women I have ever met and you are down in the dumps"

There was a pause before TJ said

"You said that you would tell all there is to know about you and you haven't done it yet. We expected you would have done so by now"

"Oh that little thing. Don't worry my dears I was planning of revealing all after dinner." I said hoping to allay their fears.

TJ visibly relaxed and Judy gave me one of smiles that said 'Ok'.

I changed the subject to things in general related to the fashion industry and the small talk continued until we had finished dinner and cleared away.

"We have plenty of excellent wine here ready to drink and we have got all night for you to tell us this long story" said TJ holding up a bottle of Chateau Margaux '82 and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Lets adjourn to the sitting room where we can be more comfortable" I hinted.

There was a rustle of taffeta and a click of heels as we walked to the sitting room wine glasses in hand and with TJ clutching a freshly opened bottle of wine.

We sat down and TJ said, "Now we are all sitting comfortably you may begin…"

I took a deep breath and began my tale

"I all started I suppose when I was about ten. I had an older sister called Diana."

"Stop" interrupted Judy. "Had an older sister?" This is important don't leave anything out.

"Diana unfortunately died when she fell of her horse while out riding with my Father. She was only fourteen when it happened. It broke his heart. He just gave up on living. He died about 8 months later."

"I'm sorry!" apologized Judy. "Please go on"

"As I said, she was a few years older than me and used to dress up in our Mothers clothes. Mother was kind and kept a few older clothes for this purpose. Then Diana started dressing me up as well to act as her playmate. She was much bigger than myself so there was no way I could get out of it. Whenever I protested to out mother she just smiled and told me to enjoy it or else." I paused for breath.

"Actually, I did enjoy it but the male part of me said that I should not like wearing 'girls' things. To put it bluntly, I was confused. So for the quiet life I went along with whatever Diana wanted. I found myself wanting to wear satin panties and the feeling of it next to my skin did and still does feel nice."

"Anyway, Mother had altered some of her clothes to fit Diana. She then made up similar styled clothes to fit me so that I looked like a proper little lady. Every holiday I seemed to spend more time in girl's clothes than in boys. At that age, I had no reluctance in going out dressed as a girl. By then it felt natural and besides I didn't want to get beaten up again by Diana. By the time I was 8 I had long hair and could easily pass for a girl anywhere I went. I was in effect only a boy for the time I was away at school where I was always the class sissy and I hated the rough and tumble that is a part of a boy growing up. The school was good and didn't let any bullying go on."

I paused. "I digress"

"About this time I became aware of boy things. My testicles dropped and I started rebelling at wearing 'girls' things. Then Diana died. We were all heartbroken. As I said, my father sort of blamed himself but mother never blamed him. To help please them I continued dressing as a girl. My mother had always called me Freddie rather than Michael so I adopted that name"

I drank some wine. Judy took my other hand gently.

"After he died, mother & I became very close. I stopped being a border and became a day pupil at a local public school so that I could be with her more of the time. The first thing I did when I came home every day was to become Freddie. About the time I was reaching puberty I decided I was much more comfortable as a girl. It had some interesting side effects. I could always go up to girls and start talking to them whereas most of the other boys were afraid of girls. I got a reputation as a matchmaker amongst the boys I was at school with. It actually saved me from further bullying at school. I could not see their problem in talking to girls but that is a 'boy' thing as did not concern me"

This was becoming difficult. I took another drink of wine. TJ had refilled my already refilled my glass without me noticing. Was she intent on getting me drunk?

"When I reached 16 my mother took me into the room that had been my Fathers but had been locked up since he died. She showed me his range of dresses and other women's clothes. She explained that was why she never stopped me from dressing up. She felt that it was in our genes. She knew about his dressing before they married so it didn't bother her in the slightest. If fact she said several time that she more enjoyed going out with him dressed as Diana than as George".

"Yes I said my sister was named after his alter-ego."

I felt a tear start to form at the reminder of Diana and my Father.

I went on with the story.

"Mother introduced me to wearing a corset and real clothes. I was in heaven. I felt that this was what I had been meant to do. She also said that now I was grown up I had to take over the family responsibilities. I went to University when I was eighteen and graduated before I was twenty one. In the holidays and after university I was Freddie unless I had to be Mike for some reason. That was seven years ago. That is my story"

There was a small pause during which I dried the tear from my eye.

Judy gripped my hand a bit tighter.

"What about your mother?" asked TJ?

"She is no longer here. This place is so empty without her." I said sadly. "Another teardrop formed in my eye. I was not quick enough to stop it and it rolled down my cheek.

TJ moved over and put her arms around my to comfort me. I recovered enough to say

"Am I that B******D you thought I was then TJ?"

She released her grip on me and punched me playfully on the upper arm with a huge grin on her face.

"Since then I have lived this dual life but I really prefer to be Freddie".

"Do you have any other questions? If not, I have one of my own"

There was a bit of silence and then both shook their heads. I was sure that there would be other questions as the came to mind.

"TJ, why are you called TJ?"

"Don't ask. You don't want to know" came the gruff reply.

"I have told you about me so please tell me about you" I pleaded.

"Out with it TJ or you will never hear the end of it," said Judy.

Silence.

"Ok but this is once and once only ok!"

I nodded.

"Terry Joanna. Why I was lumped with a male name I could never find out. I couldn't stand being called Terry or Jo would do so I shortened it to TJ. Satisfied! Now forget it"

"Yes TJ! I promise"

"So what's next?" Asked Judy.

"What's next ladies is time for bed".

I lay in bed trying to get to sleep without much success. The events of the evening had made me exhausted but my brain was working far to hard to contemplate sleep. About 02:00 I heard the one of the connecting doors open and a warm body slide into bed with me. We snuggled up closely. It felt good. A short while later the other door opened and another body joined the two of us. It was a bit of a squeeze but I felt comfortable for the first time in years.

We all seemed to relax and I was quickly surrounded by sounds of deep breathing. I dropped off shortly after that.

I awoke to find myself alone. I looked at the clock. It was almost 09:00. I got up and looked in their bedrooms. They were not there. I dressed and went downstairs. Both TJ & Judy were nowhere to be seen. I looked in the workshops. Then I noticed that TJ's car was missing. Where had they gone at this time?

I went into the kitchen and put some coffee on. While this was brewing I went back upstairs and had a shave. Shaving was a chore I hated but at least I only had to do it once a week unless it was a special occasion.

There was still no sign of the girls when I got back downstairs. Where had they gone?

It was almost ten when I heard the sound of a car approaching. I went out to meet them. It was not TJ & Judy. It was the Post Van. There was a package from the US that I had been expecting.

I spent the rest of the morning busying myself with some preparations for their return and answering some e-mails.

They turned up well after twelve with large grins on their faces.

"Where have you been? I woke up and you were gone," I asked with quite a bit of concern in my voice.

"We have been into Coventry. We have bought us a new bed. We were forever falling out of that tiny one or yours we shared last night. This new one is huge." Smirked Judy.

"That was a good idea. But, I will reserve judgment until it arrives. When is it going to be delivered?" I replied.

"Tomorrow Afternoon" replied TJ.

"Well then. We have lots to do before then. Your training has to start sometime. We may as well get started immediately."

"What does she mean by Training?" said Judy to TJ.

I turned and went into the house. They followed with puzzled faces.

We went upstairs and into my bedroom.

"This bed will need moving but before that the whole house needs cleaning."

"Don't you have someone who comes in and cleans for you" asked TJ.

"And risk them finding out about Freddie. So, I'm looking at them right now!"

"Uh?" was all the response it got.

"If you go into your rooms you will find some clothes to put on for the job"

They returned in seconds holding up the outfits I had left for them. They were Edwardian style Maids outfits complete with full length white apron.

"We are not the hired help. We are here to design clothes," exclaimed TJ

"We have to look after the house as well. I think I can safely say that it is your home now. Up to now I have been doing it myself. Now there are three of us it should take much less time to complete"

"Three of us?" questioned Judy.

"Yes. You didn't expect that I was going to leave it ALL to you. Did you?" I said smiling.

"But what about the Training!" asked TJ?

"Learning how to look after the house is important. After all, there is no man to do it is there?" I responded.

"You two have a lot to learn about life and the world we live in. I can teach you about that. Think of it as a post-graduate course. Naturally it will be fun and as with every lesson in life you only get out of it what you put into it. You have lots of things to teach me so it will be good for me to learn from you. Now, I have finished the philosophy lesson for today. Next is the practical. Lesson 1, Clean the House!"

What I had said took a few seconds to sink in. Then there was an obvious relaxation in both of them.

"Now go and change into those outfits and come in here when I call you. I'm getting changed as well"

We all started to get changed. I closed the door to Judy's room and quietly locked the door.

It took me only a few seconds to get ready as I was wearing the outfit under my jeans and sweatshirt. I then pulled on some 4-inch high ankle boots. I was ready.

I went to see if TJ was ready. She was just adjusting the hair band. She looked great.

"Are you ready?" I enquired.

"Yes I think so. What about some shoes? I would hate to ladder these stockings the first time of wearing."

"Come into my room. I have some ready for you"

She came into my room. I instructed her to sit on the bed and lie back.

I knelt down and pulled a similar pair of boots from under the bed. These were similar in that they had 4-inch heels and were ankle boots. They were different from mine in that the buckles on mine were replaced by locking hasps. They needed to learn how to walk in heels. Lesson 1-a was learning to walk in high heels.

I pulled the boots onto TJ's feet and did up the laces. I then clocked the dual locks on each ankle home.

"There you are. Ready" I exclaimed

TJ sat up and looked at her feet.

"But these are locked on! What are you doing! I can't walk in those stilts. Take them off now," she gasped.

"You have to learn how to walk in heels. I'm several inches taller than you and this difference would be even more when I wear heels. These are only 4 inches. I wear heels up to 7 inches sometimes. Real man killers they are."

"But I've never worn anything higher than about two-inches" was all she could say.

"Now is a good time to try. Stand up" I commanded.

She stood up and managed to walk across the room without falling over.

"The ankle boot gives you support. You should think yourselves lucky. I had to learn wearing sandals…"

"Ok. I will give it a try"

"As you can see, I'm dressed just like you. I want you to fully understand that I would not ask you to do anything that I would not do to myself," I said hopefully comforting her.

"Go back into you room while I give the same surprise to Judy. You can peek around the door if you like but don't say anything.

I went over and unlocked the connecting door into Judy's room and beckoned her to come through.

Her reaction was almost identical to TJ's. But she agreed a bit more easily. I saw TJ peeking through the door. She was smiling now. She came through into the room.

"See. I'm just like you." She said proudly.

"But Freddie is not locked into her shoes" commented TJ.

"Yes Freddie!" added Judy.

"I don't have any with that size heel that lock," I protested.

"What size do you have then?" demanded TJ.

I went to the shoe closet and returned with a pair with 6-inch heels.

"Those will do. Put them on!" Ordered TJ.

I did so actually happy that they were willing to go along with this little exercise as the locks snapped home.

I stood up and hugged them both. They hugged back.

As we separated, Judy asked me outright

"So Mistress, what other little and not so little surprises have you got in store for us?"

"You will have to wait and see. Remember that none of them will apply only to you. Any surprises will apply to all of us. That includes me except when I have to go away on business as Mike. Ok? Does that placate your concerns?" I enquired.

There was a slight pause. Then TJ said, "You said that this is part of our training. What exactly do you mean?"

"You are going to learn how to be ladies. How to be perfect hosts, dress elegantly, run a business, read a balance sheet and how to beat all those men we will have to do business with if we are going to be a success. How does that sound?"

"Why the heels?" asked TJ.

"The most powerful thing a woman had going for her is her latent sexuality. If you look great, feel confident and are properly dressed for the occasion then you are several points ahead a man in the game even before you start. Nice clothes and a good pair of heels make an excellent first impression. Yes I know in this day of sexual equality this may sound old fashioned but believe me the sight of you two dressed like you did when we met as the Savoy made my heart skip a beat or two. It really works."

TJ came close and put her hand beneath my skirt and gave my manhood a gentle squeeze. It grew in size straight away. Judy was not going to be left out and joined in the massaging. I stepped back away from their embraces.

"Now ladies that is not the way for maids to behave!" I exclaimed.

"Well kind Madame, we are just lowly Maids. How else should they behave?" said Judy with a big grin on her face. I could tell that her latent sense of fun would help us all through many of the up's and down's ahead.

 

Continued in Part 5

  

  

  

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