Who Said That Three is a Crowd?

by Samantha Michelle Davies

Part 11 More Erotica

 

Next morning Judy and I took TJ into Banbury to get the train down to London. We felt that she should not try driving until she was used to wearing nails that long. She had instructions to take Taxis everywhere she went. She spent a long time selecting what to wear. She decided on things that were easy to fasten using her talons. It was quite amazing how adept she had become on such a short time at holding things differently. She was a very determined lady.

Judy and I then went to the factory to see Jim. I dropped Judy off and went to Rosalind's house to measure her up for her belt.

Rosalind greeted my as if I were part of the family. She was a really likeable lady. It was only if I looked really hard that I could detect any male traits. Certainly, a lot of modern women could look more masculine than her. Over coffee, she explained that she had her sex change operation in the late 1980's but that the hormone treatments available today that enabled the growth of breasts were not around then. Also, that she had tried breast implants but her body seemed to reject them so she was left with always wearing false breasts. I could tell from the way she said it, that she would have really liked to have real breasts and that she felt not complete as a woman. Still she sported a pair of 36-C cups that suited her body size and shape well.

I pressed her about the 'Extras' for the belt.

"Do you really want all the extras?" I asked.

"Yes I most certainly do!" she replied.

I showed her Judy's belt in the catalogue and the extras that we had. I could see her get more than a bit excited. I could tell Jim was in for some fun and games.

"Are these the only extras you have got?" she enquired

"This is all we have," I explained.

She reached into her handbag and extracted a couple of sheets of printout from the manufacturers web site.

"You are missing these bits," she said pointing at a few items that I had not seen before.

I looked closely at the pages. I was very surprised. When I had ordered the belts for us, there were no 'extras' listed. The company had introduced some since and these were what Judy had obtained. These were very erotic.

There was a vaginal vibrator that could also emit slight electric shocks. I thought that was very perverted and wondered if it could damage a woman's chance of having children but, that as that could not apply to Rosalind. It also said proudly that there was a male version available as well. I thought I had better not let Judy see this option.

Next came an extra plate that fitted between the inner and outer lips of the labia. This attached to the main front plate by a clip but was also attached to the labia via piercings in the inner and outer lips of the labia. Ouch! An extension pressed against the clitoris. This meant that you felt the belt every time you walked and that you were in a constant state of arousal yet unable to satisfy it due to the presence of the belt.

Thirdly, there were longer thigh restraints. These went down to the ankle. I thought it would be impossible to walk in them. I felt that this option defeated the purpose of the labia plate still, every one to his/her own fantasy.

Finally, there were additional wrist cuffs so that the wearer would have their whole arms immobilized. This was for the severely bad wearers only.

I got the impression that a sadist had been chief designer of these items yet I was strangely attracted to a couple of them. I wondered if I was a bit queer to feel this way.

I talked over the use of them with Rosalind. She showed me her bald clit. There were already six piercings in the lips and a small padlock holding them all together. She explained that she felt them every time she took a step but as they had been in place for over 10 years, she felt she needed a bit more 'buzz'. I asked if she had a clitoris.

"No I don't but I have a very sensual point not far away. I recon I could get this slightly modified so as to touch it all the time" she said calmly.

"Do you have the key?" I asked.

"No Jim has the only one. He wears in on a chain around his neck all the time. This is why I would give him the keys to the belt as soon as I got it. He is a wonderful person and has been with me through a lot. I trust him implicitly", she added.

I wondered why someone would want to be in a continuous state of sexual arousal but then I realized I sort of felt like that when I was around the girls. Perhaps the designer was not all bad after all.

She then removed one of her false breasts. There was a ring through the nipple just like the girls. She explained that the jiggling of the false breast was enough to stimulate her nipples. It was even more pleasurable when she did not wear a bra that, she said was most of the time. I felt more than a little stirring between my legs.

There was certainly more to Rosalind than meets the eye.

Over lunch, she said that the arrival of Judy & myself and the takeover of the business had really helped get them out of a rut. She said that Jim actually wanted to go into work each day. This in turn had improved their relationship dramatically. "Jim loves me a lot!" she said with a gleam in her eye

I returned to the factory to pick up Judy. Jim asked me what I had been doing with Rosalind. I said that we had been shopping and had lunch together. This was not a lie as we had ordered the belt that morning.

"Typical, Spending money I don't have" He exclaimed.

I went into the office shut the door and sat down next to Judy.

"How much are we paying Jim?" I asked.

"Let me look. Hold on a mo!" as she started looking at the records.

"Its £450 per week" she added a few seconds later.

"Now that he is manager shouldn't it be a bit more?"

"How much more?" she asked.

"How about 100 pounds more after all, we don't have to pay for a full time manager," I added.

"That sounds about right"

"And while you are at it, give Steve and extra 50."

"Yes Boss!" she said and then continued, "I supposed this is to pay for Rosalind's belt?"

"No, I arranged to pay for that myself. Us special ladies have to stick together don't we!" I remarked.

"Bullshit! You fancy her don't you?"

"Not a chance Judy. She is most certainly a one-man lady. She is not interested in me in the slightest"

That shut her up.

We discussed some more arrangements for the Erotica show with Jim & Steve and then headed home.

TJ called that evening and reported on her day. She had got a lot of the materials already so she was happy.

I asked her "Are they still intact?" referring to her fingernails.

"Yes they are. I'm getting used to them now. Thanks for persuading me to get them"

"It was all your own doing TJ. I had absolutely nothing to do with it" I remarked.

"Don't you believe it", she said.

She talked to Judy for a few minutes before hanging up.

"She sound more like her old self" I commented.

"Yes she does. You do seem to have the knack of doing the right thing at the right time" she replied.

She came over and kissed me gently.

"Where would we be without you?" she whispered in my ear.

"Flipping Burgers?" I replied whimsically. I got a severe kick in the shins for saying that. There was a broad grin on Judy's face though.

We both lay contentedly wrapped in each other's arms that night. I couldn't help thinking about Rosalind and becoming a full time woman. I was becoming more and more attractive everyday especially, with this crazy pair around me. I knew it was going to be a big decision. I knew that I was not in a position to make it yet. I was thankful for that but I knew in my heart that I could not put it off forever. With this pending decision on my mind, I eventually dropped off to sleep.

Next morning, I awoke to discover that Judy had already left. I assumed that she had gone to Northampton. I busied my self with trying to tie up some of the ideas that I had got to help the overall business. I had managed to put a few more bricks in the wall that I needed to build before we could proceed.

Georgina called to say that our corsets were ready. I thought that we could manage to visit her tomorrow but I said I would let her know. I was pretty sure that both TJ & Judy would be agreeable to a little day trip to the seaside.

In late afternoon I went into Banbury to pick up TJ from the London Train. She struggled out of the station with two large suitcases. I went over and helped her. She was mightily glad to see me. We got the cases into the car and started the journey home. She could not wait to tell me all about the trip. And yes, she had not broken any of her nails. She was one determined lady.

"But putting on a bra is a big problem. It took me ages."

"Did you try putting it on with the catch in front?" I suggested.

"No I didn't," she said a bit angrily as she saw how silly it was.

We arrived home and found that Judy was still not home. We got all the suitcases into the workroom and everything put away. There was lots of cloth and all the other paraphernalia that goes into making women clothes. A lot of it was sort of familiar to me but exactly what went where was TJ's province not mine.

I started dinner while TJ updated me on what she did last night. She had called up her tutor from college and invited him to dinner at the Savoy. He was flabbergasted to be invited there. She went on.

"I was sitting at the table when he arrived. He was looking for the old TJ. He walked right passed me twice before I put him out of his misery."

She continued.

"He could not believe how much I had changed and was even more surprised by what Judy & I were now doing. We had a good meal and went clubbing afterward"

"And then?" I probed a bit more. I thought 'when was she going to get to the juicy bits'

"And then nothing. He went home to his wife & kids"

"Pull the other one" I remarked.

"We went back to my suite and he stayed a while"

"And?"

She opened her handbag and pulled out her belt key.

"Look it is still sealed. So we did nothing. Ok Nothing"

I took her in my arms and hugged her. I was glad that she had survived the temptation.

She changed the subject

"Where's Judy?"

"I have no idea. She was up and gone before I got up. I assume she went to Northampton" I replied.

"It getting a bit late and she has not called? Why don't you give Jim a call and check out what's going on"

"Good Idea" I said heading for the phone.

I returned to TJ and said that Jim had not seen her all day. I was getting a bit worried.

About half an hour later we heard a car pull up outside. Thankfully it was Judy.

When she came into the house she had that look that a child has when they have something to show you and cannot wait for you to pay proper attention.

I took her coat hung it up. Then I took her by the hand and led her into the sitting room and sat her down. TJ joined up a few seconds later.

After I sat down, I said "Now we are all sitting comfortably, you can let out whatever you have been bursting to tell us since we got back"

"I decided to get my nipples pierced just like TJ's" as she lifted up her sweater to show a small ring through each nipple. She continued, "I want to wear those nipple shields just like you TJ. I think they are incredibly sexy"

TJ said "And was that all?" with an expectant look on her face.

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"Well not quite" she admitted.

"Out with it girl or I will spank your behind," said TJ.

"Yes Mama!" replied a grinning Judy.

With that she stood up and lifted up her skirt to show us a tattoo of a butterfly. The body of the butterfly was her vaginal opening. The wings were brightly coloured.

"I felt a bit naked down there and I was in the shop getting the nipples done and I saw a picture of someone with this design. So I decided to have one done myself. It called the Painted Lady. I think it is an appropriate design." she proudly exclaimed full of enthusiasm.

"I never thought you had it in you to have one done" commented TJ who went on to say "You always criticized those students who had tattoos. I distinctly remember you saying you would never get one"

"Yes I did do that. I was really being critical of those who had garish ones on display. This will be kept totally hidden except to certain selected people" she countered.

"I think it is very appropriate and anyway it is much too late to do anything about it. It was her decision and I think we have to accept that. On the other hand it does say something about the person who has such a thing" I paused momentarily before continuing "I was saying to TJ earlier that you both have changed from pretty angry young women a few short months ago into confident, determined and beautiful young ladies. I am proud to have played a very small part of your metamorphosis. Long may it continue"

That seemed to shut them up for the time being. I for one, looked forward to eating the butterfly on a regular basis.

Before we went to be I called Georgina to tell her that we would not be over for a few days. I wanted things to settle down a bit first.

The couple of days were boring when compared to some recently. TJ went into the workroom and started to work on the new batch of samples. Judy went over to Northampton so I was left on my own.

For some unknown reason I decided to clean the house. For a long time I had sort of left it to get really bad and then feeling guilty blitzed it. This time, I just did it without sort of thinking. I wondered if I was getting truly domesticated in my 'old' age or was it the effect of having a couple of someone's who I cared for and was willing to share my somewhat strange life with.

The day of the visit to Georgina's arrived and after the usual squabbling over who was wearing what, we set off for the trip to Brighton. TJ was a bit on edge but Judy was just excited like a little child.

Georgina greeted us at the door as if we had not seen each other in years rather than just a few weeks. She was like that, always was and always would be.

Over coffee we talked about everything under the sun but corsets. She was always able to put people at ease. We got down to the reason for visiting Georgina's. She proudly produced the new garments. They looked magnificent. We all stripped off and were eager to try them all on at once. We were acting like little children with their new toys at Christmas, even TJ.

We went into the fitting room. TJ & I were wearing our belts but Judy's tattoo was still healing so she was naked. Georgina saw the tattoo and immediately demanded a closer look. Judy, ever the exhibitionist opened her legs wide. Both TJ & I saw something that we had missed before. She had her Labia Pierced in several places. I put two and two together and made one hundred.

"And when were you planning on telling us about those?" I said pointing to the piercings.

"I sort of forgot," answered TJ very sheepishly.

"And I suppose this is to accommodate that little extra for your chastity belt?"

"How did you know about that?"

"Rosalind showed me the manufacturers Web Site where it is all explained"

"What are you talking about?" asked Georgina.

"You tell her Judy. Don't leave anything out" I ordered.

She told Georgina & TJ about the purpose of the piercings and the little plate that fitted into the chastity belt. I felt that TJ was more than a little interested but it was Georgina's reaction that most surprised me. Even though she tried to hide it I felt sure that she was very turned on by the idea. Over the long period that I had known her she had never shown any emotions like those that were emanating from her today.

Georgina scolded us and handed each of us the Lycra corset. This was the easiest (or so I thought) to get in and out of. We were all out of breath buy the time we managed to get them on. We all took it in turns to pose in front of the mirror. Everything felt ok but a little squeezed in than usual. Next came the sleeping corset. She showed us how to use the lacing machine. I had shown them several times how mine worked but they had to use it for real this time. Georgina made several adjustments to the lacing controls before she was satisfied that the correct lacing profile was being implemented. Every person had a different body shape and therefore requires a different amount of tensioning. This was what making them comfortable to wear was all about. Before we moved onto the training corset Georgina made sure that we were all able to setup the correct profile and use it successfully.

Georgina's training corset was the worst. It holds you in about an inch more that your desired waist size. This is so that when you put your proper sized one on, it fitted as well as felt right. We tried the everyday ones on last. I liked the one with the bra cups as it helped disguise my lack or real breasts. TJ preferred the other ones. These were the ones that left the nipples exposed. She was wearing the nipple cups today. Georgina commented on them and said the she liked the design.

She went on to say "I made a corset for one of my clients that had attachments for her pierced nipples just like yours. The bra part was a half-cup and the piercings were aligned with the top of the cup. A clamp came out of the cup and threaded through the piercing and the pair was joined together in the middle by a threaded screw piece. It looked very attractive." She continued "Another one had holes where the nipple would be so that it showed through. She had a chain that connected each nipple with a small padlock and hasp that locked the wearer into the piece. I can make garments to fit most fetishes" she said proudly and enticingly.

I noticed TJ's ears prick up at the sound of these special designs. Perhaps this was her Christmas Present problem solved and was I seeing a side of Georgina that I had never encountered before.

We finished the fitting session with Georgina making us all wear our training corset rather than the ones we had arrived in. These she declared were only fit for the rubbish bin. We dressed a bit more slowly than usual due to our bodies fighting the restrictions of the corset. We said our goodbyes and slowly got into the car for the journey home.

I was really feeling the restrictions imposed by the corset by the time we got home. I decided that trying to drive while wearing the training corset was not a very good idea. Judy was feeling the effects even more than me. She was not complaining but I could see the amount of discomfort she was feeling in her eyes.

Over a very small dinner we went over our plans for the period until the Erotica Show. Judy asked TJ is she would be able to make up a few simple tops for the people manning the stand to wear. Jim had left a message on the answering machine saying that out boots were ready. I realized that TJ had not been to the factory so we decided to go over the following day and try the boots. I was with great relief when we all swapped our training corsets for the sleeping ones that night.

When we arrived at the Factory the next morning, Judy left us and took a cab into the city centre. She had said that she wanted to get the material for the show outfit tops.

I introduced TJ to Jim and Steve. Jim showed us the boots he had made. They looked great. We went into the office to try them on. They fitted very well and we were both delighted with them. We went out and showed them to Jim.

Jim was keen to show us the other things he had been working on. He had developed a way in which he could produce boots and shoes from the old product line but the difference was that these were made to fit. He had produced a pair in the black wet look material for a regular customer. They were really pleased to be able to get boots that fitted his size 13 feet. Jim explained that the only real problems were getting the right sized sole parts but he was working on correcting that.

Judy returned from her shopping trip carrying two rolls of black material. She showed us the cloth. TJ agreed that she could make up the tops within a day or so. Another part of the planning was coming to fruition.

Jim said that Rosalind had invited up to lunch if we were agreeable. We all said yes and went over to their house. Rosalind greeted us wearing a similar pair of boots to those of TJ & me. I could tell that Judy was feeling a bit left out. She felt even more so when Jim returned from upstairs also wearing a pair complete with 4-inch heels. He explained that he often wore heels around the house just so Rosalind would not tower over him so much as well as testing the products he made. What a strange world we live in.

I helped Rosalind clear up after lunch. She whispered to me that she had gotten an email from the belt suppliers saying they had shipped her order. I should be receiving it soon. I said that I would be on the lookout for it.

Before we left I arranged for Rosalind to come over to the house to get fitted with the top that TJ was making for the show. I suggested the Jim come as well and get his top done at the same time.

"But I'm not going to be on the stand" he said.

"Look Jim. If you appear on our stand wearing those boots you will attract a lot of interest. And, interest in our products means work for you and your team."

He looked concerned about wearing them in public.

"Don't worry, you can change into them at the show. I'm sure that us girls will not be that shy. Isn't that right girls?" I added.

The three of them nodded in agreement.

"I don't think I could last the whole day in these" he pleaded.

"You will just have to practice whenever you are here my darling" added Rosalind.

He could see that he was fighting a losing battle and gave in to the overwhelming feminine pressure.

We said our goodbyes to Rosalind and reminded them that they were due to come to dinner at the weekend.

When we got home I called the salon and spoke to Jason. I asked him to get four identical wigs for us ladies to wear at the show. I said that long and blonde was the style. I also spoke to him about false eyelashes for us all. He replied

"I have a brochure that shows all the styles."

"Can you bring it over tomorrow?" I asked.

"If you can wait until the weekend, I can bring the wigs as well" he suggested.

"That's perfect Jason. Why don't you and Simon come over to dinner."

"We'd love to Freddie. What shall we wear?" he asked.

"Anything you like Jason. See you about 8pm then. Oh and you can stay over if you want."

"Ok my Love. See you on Saturday. Kisses to you all"

Before he hung up I said "Oh Jason, can you fit TJ & Judy in for a session on Saturday Afternoon?"

"I think we can. Send them in about 3pm. What do you want them to have done?"

"Whatever they want but I think two sets of talons will be required"

"Freddie! You are a wicked person but I love you" and hung up the phone.

Over dinner I explained that we would be hosting a dinner party on Saturday evening. Their faces dropped, as they knew that it would mean lots of work especially as there would be guests staying overnight.

"If you get everything ready by lunchtime, you can have the afternoon off" I said dangling the proverbial carrot in front of them.

"What's the catch Freddie? Asked TJ.

"Catch? What do you mean catch!" I said as I feigned innocence.

"We know your devious mind so out with it. Now!" said Judy.

"You two are getting to know me too well. Ok the catch is for you both to be at Jason's at three to get prettied up. Does that sound like a catch to you?"

TJ smiled and tapped the table with her talons.

"Yes TJ you can have new claws. You to Judy if you want them"

"What about you Freddie. You are doing all this for us but what about you. You will be here preparing the meal and being the perfect hostess while we are swanning off to be pampered. You must let us do something for you!" argued Judy.

"I will get my rewards a bit later!" I said with a devious look in my eye.

"We will have to think up something nice to give you then" said TJ with a definite gleam in her eye.

The remainder of the week was spent in preparing for the forthcoming events. TJ was making up the tops for the Erotica show, Judy was looking after the physical designs for the stand and I was preparing the house and the food for Saturday and at least the first part of Sunday.

Rosalind would be very happy, as her belt and its attachments had been delivered by courier on Friday. I did wonder if I had drawn the short straw when I looked at the state of my hands on Saturday morning but everything was ready so I promised myself a long hot bath with lots of moisturizing bubbles, a good book plus a glass or two of wine once the girls had left for Evesham.

I packed the girls off to Jason's emporium and went to prepare myself for the evening. I was going to take this opportunity to wear the evening gown that TJ had made and I bought at auction. It seemed so long ago because so much had changed since that evening. I was having a problem selecting a suitable wig. There was a back wig that was very long, almost waist length. I thought that would go well with the dress. I had decided to wear not the highest heels I possessed as I would be busy so, 3-inch sandals would be good but that meant I had to give some attention to my toenails. That was a job I hated but I thought that this was part of the sacrifice I was willing to make to look my best.

With all that sorted I went to run my bath. I settled down into the luxurious sea on bubbles and relaxed. Naturally, I dropped off to sleep in the delightful warm cocoon. Absolute bliss. I don't know how long I was dozing but I woke with a start. There was someone knocking at the door.

I thought to myself, 'Piss Off' I'm busy. They will give up and go away.

The knock came again. They were not going to go away.

I panicked. I had no makeup on, I was naked and I was wearing nail varnish. I was caught in the position most cross dressers dread. Should I be a male or female? There was no option, I would be male but what should I do about my nails.

I got out of the bath and sort of dried myself while I hurriedly put on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Then I had an idea, I dashed into the kitchen and pulled on a pair of kitchen gloves. Phew!

I took several deep breaths and opened the door. I was surprised to see Simon standing their hairdressing kit and other things in hand. Jason had sent him over to give me a bit of TLC and get me ready for the evening. I heaved a great sigh of relief and I let him in.

His opening words were "Well don't we look a sight deary! Oh that hair its shameful. I can see I will have my work cut out to rescue this disaster area"

"Cut the bullshit Simon. I know you too well to fall for your shop talk" I replied.

"Just joking my love. Are we going to stand yakking here forever? We have lots to do before you will be the Belle of the Ball!"

Simon was an absolute darling. I was truly pampered by him. He did my toenails, fingernails and pricked my eyebrows. Then came his crowning delight he dyed my hair a lovely shade of auburn and then proceed to add a full set of extensions to my hair so I would not need a wig. This was the first time I had had long hair of my own. It was a unique experience indeed and one that I wanted to keep forever. He styled it in a way that I can't describe but was simple but I think that whatever he did I would have liked it.

Finally, he was done apart from doing my makeup. I went and put my belt on with the anal dildo naturally. I glued my largest falsies to my chest and then followed my dress corset, hooked the seamed black silk stockings onto the suspenders attached to the corset and then laced it tight.

While I was doing this, Simon was getting ready himself. Jason and Simon had been together since we had all been at school together. We had been drawn together as we were the three 'sissies' in our year. By the time they were fourteen, they realised they were attracted to each other and that they were gay. They had come to my house for a few holidays and I was their sister for the whole time. It was one of the happiest times of my life it was always a shame to have to return to school and then be subject to the ravages of the bullies but we had always stuck together and got through it.

I shook myself back into the real world and got on with getting dressed. I put the shoes on and then slipped on the dress. I went into the bedroom I has allocated for Simon & Jason to get him to zip me up. He was just putting on his dress shirt. I saw another DJ lying on the bed so I assumed that they were going to be our escorts tonight. Four Ladies and Three Gentlemen Escorts.

He finished with his shirt and then zipped me up. He commented on how good I looked so I kicked him in the shins and told him to cut the crap and save the comments until I was properly made up.

He laughed and I sat down at the dressing table to let him perform his magic on my face. Even though I wear makeup every day I am Freddie there are still parts I hate doing especially the mascara. I have lost count of the number of time I have put the brush into my eye still we women must protect our vanity! So, I do enjoy having someone else do it for me.

Simon created a work of art as usual. I thought he was finished but he told me "Hold Still. Not finished yet!"

He went a got something from his workbox. He turned round to show me a container holding two pairs of false eyelashes. Both had little diamante gems glued to the roots of the hairs.

"You're not putting both pairs on me? They will look ridiculous"

"Not on your Nellie my love. One pair is for me. I can't let you win the prize for the best looking eyes of the evening now can I?" he said jokingly.

He disappeared away into my bedroom and came back with two pairs of my lashes.

He set to work putting them on me.

First he glued the lower set in place and blended them in with mascara. Then he glued the pair of my lashes I normally wore on top on my lashes underneath them. Then came more mascara. Finally, the diamante lashes on top of my own finishing with more mascara.

I thought he was done but no he wasn't.

"Hold very still and don't blink," he commanded as he opened a pot of something of the table and stuck a very fine brush into the pot.

He proceeded to put a little silver paint on tips of all the lashes of my upper lids.

"Don't wipe your eyes for at least an hour or we will be back up here again. Right you can now take a look!"

I sat up and looked in the mirror. My heats stopped for a moment or two. Here was a beautiful woman with extraordinary eyes. The extra set of lashed felt strange and my lids a bit heavy but the effect was startling.

"Is Madame pleased with the results?" he asked.

"Oh Simon this is fantastic. Thank you. Here let me give you a kiss," I said as I went to grab him.

"Keep away. I have spent enough time creating this masterpiece worthy of the Turner Prize so I don't want it ruined until much later. So now go and do something in the kitchen while I attempt to make myself as pretty as you"

I smiled and went downstairs.

 

Continued in Part12

  

  

  

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