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The X-Tests

by Bethany Jacques

Part 2

  

Melissa tucked her notebook away and moved off, I followed, slipping just a little in my heels, the two gins I'd had were beginning to have some effect. We slipped out of the club door and then turned right, almost immediately into another one, this time leading to a slightly more austere lobby. To be greeted by another guy in a tux.

"Er - good evening - er - ladies. What can I do for you?"

"Hi there, Geoff Griggs, he recommended you to us. He suggested we could come as his guests. Is he here yet?"

"Mr Griggs, yes I do know him, I know him well. But I'm afraid he's not here yet tonight. I'm so sorry ladies, in those circumstances we can't allow two guests, I'm very sorry."

I looked around. I could see more comfy chairs, this time there were mainly men sitting round chatting Again there was obviously a bar there somewhere, whatever more Melissa had planned for the evening I really didn't want it to go wrong. And despite the two gins a few minutes earlier I definitely needed another drink. I looked at Melissa, she looked a little disappointed. For once I acted faster than her. I could do this. I moved just a little closer to the guy in the dinner jacket.

"Oh dear, what a shame. We've come quite some way, you do have something of a reputation you know." I moved in a little closer to him put my hand on his, gently stroking. I cooed, in as gentle and as sexy a voice as I could muster "Please, isn't there anything you could do?"

He couldn't help it, I was so close to him, he must have been able to smell my perfume, he certainly couldn't help looking at my ample heaving bosoms right there in front of him. I leaned closer. "Please?"

If I'd known exactly where we were or what we were going onto later I might not have been so confident or so willing. But the pleas and the sexy voice did the trick.

"Well ladies, we could sign you in as temporary members. I think we could waive the entrance fee, this way please."

He turned. We followed. As we did Melissa sidled up next to me.

"Vicki, that was fucking sensational" she whispered. "I couldn't have done it better myself. You really are a flirt, you know."

The guy in the DJ led us over to a small table where he got out some sort of 'membership book' and asked Melissa and I to fill in some details. She did it first, then slid it over towards me. I looked at what she had written - name, address, and so on. I did the same. I felt a chill - a nice chill - as I wrote 'Victoria Carter'. I looked up at Melissa as I did this and smiled. Then I wrote 'Miss' in the next column!

So we went into another bar. This was almost full, this time with both men and women. And Melissa almost ruined my evening. She spoke to me, quite loudly.

"Don't worry Victor - I mean Victoria, sorry. You do look gorgeous, very convincing, nobody will realise, just relax and enjoy the experience. I'm just going to see Geoff, he's just come in, I can see him. He owes me a drink, back in a couple of minutes."

She'd wrecked it. And deliberately. She'd been speaking so loudly, well not quietly anyway, I was sure most of the people in there had heard her say 'Victor'. They MUST have realised I was a transvestite. I looked round warily. There was a woman sat at a stool at the bar along from me, with her boyfriend or maybe her fiancé or husband. He was paying her a lot of attention. She turned to me and smiled. And then I realised.

She was a man! A trannie, like me. Well not exactly like me, she was much taller and much slimmer but - a transvestite, definitely. How did I know? Good question. Apart from the height, which I could see even with him - her - sitting down, there wasn't really anything at all obvious. Very well made up, three sets of earrings dangling from obviously pierced ears, beautifully manicured, I think the long nails may have been real, sensational long legs, oh so long, with extra-high platform heels, 'she' looked sensational. She smiled at me.

"First time?"

The voice was quiet, gentle, even lilting, very feminine but with just an edge - a masculine edge? Don't really know. But I was certain I was talking to a fellow transvestite.

"Er - yes" was all I managed to mutter.

"Well dear, you do really look the part, great tits honey. If your wife hadn't said what she did I might never have realised. No, honestly."

She reached for her handbag and took out a pack of cigarettes, you know, the very long rather thin ones many transvestites seem to favour, she offered the open pack to me.

"I expect you're a little nervous. My name's Simone."

"Victoria" I replied, taking a cigarette, with a little difficulty. She coped well with her very long nails, mine were still a little new to me.

"Allow me."

The voice came from behind me. I turned. It was a man. A man, that is, dressed as a man, not a trannie. I swivelled on my stool to look.

"Hi there, I'm Darren. And you are ....?"

I must admit I think I coped well. He was holding out his lighter and looking at me. I used to smoke quite a lot but had managed to give up totally a few years ago, and anyway this was yet again something new to me. I allowed him to light my cigarette and then took it from my mouth, smiling a little as I did so.

"Hello, I'm Victoria. Vicki to my friends." I smiled again and looked him straight in the eyes, sitting on the high bar stool with my legs crossed my eyes were at about the same level as his.

I was internally trembling, fluttering butterflies were going wild in my tightly-encased stomach as I sat there. With a man. A man who was looking at me, assessing me, thinking whether he might want me, as a soul-mate, a wife even or just as a one-night-stand. I was very rapidly becoming an 'experienced woman' - I could tell from the look in his eyes he liked what he saw. But a woman? Did he see a woman?

I glimpsed past him, although the room itself was dark I could see a well-lit area at the end of the bar. Music playing and scantily-clad women dancing. Then I realised, the drink must have been getting to me if I hadn't seen it before. The three gyrating women, dancing round and doing some sort of Karaoke to the song blaring out - they were all men. All three of them. The nearest to me came to the end of the song and leaned forward towards one of the men gathered round the group - and took off her bra!

Or should that be his bra. Despite the tight mini-skirt and fishnets, despite the bouncing boobs - were they real? I didn't know - the make-up and wig weren't very good and didn't adequately hide the male nature of the performer. Unlike her 'sister' performers who did indeed seem to be twins, identically and very sensually dressed in blue tunics which hugged their figures and accentuated the curves. Real curves or synthetic, they looked good.

They - we - were all transvestites. Except Melissa of course. And maybe not all the 'women' were trannie's of course, Simone had assumed I was with my wife. It couldn't be such a rare occurrence, she didn't seem so surprised.

"Hi Darren". I was brought back by the sound of Simone's voice. Then, more quietly, to me. "Don't worry dear, you're quite safe here. We're all used to all sorts of things happening, nothing's going to surprise us. Really nice tits though, I must say. And Darren's OK, he's a sweetie."

"That I am, Simone. Now Vicki - can I call you that, do I count as a friend?"

He was talking with me. He was taking my hand, leading me, I slipped off my stool - and I went with him. Across the area in front of the bar - past Melissa who just grinned at me, she was talking to a guy, it must have been Geoffrey. To a table in the corner, rather dark, I was too busy concentrating on what I was doing, on coping one handed with my cigarette, my drink, my handbag....

"OK, let's sit here."

That's all he said but I did it, relieved to park my bum, to put things down, desperate not to show myself up trying to cope with my tight dress and my stilettos. And as I slid back into the seat, a small bench round the edge of the room, Darren sat beside me - and slid an arm round my waist as I leaned back.

"Don't worry, Simone's right, I'm quite safe. I heard what your wife said too, you new here? I'd definitely remember if I'd seen you here before, Vicki"

"Yes" was all I could mutter, feebly. This was a much more awkward situation. From where we were at the edge of the bar I couldn't see Melissa, my protector, as I had been able to when we had been in the women's bar. And my role was different, I'd been much more comfortable being a woman. Now I was a trannie, at least I assumed so. If Darren had heard Simone's comments about being safe, then presumably he may have heard what Melissa had said about my being very convincing. So he would know.

And I was getting just a little bit drunk. I tried to calm down finishing my cigarette while Darren made small talk. Really small talk, about Wolves losing the previous night. Really small considering the enormity of my situation. I put out the cigarette and leaned forward to get my drink - and his hand snaked just a little further round me, hugging my waist closer to him.

"You know Vicki, you really do look good, really, I'd never have known"

He did know! It was in his tone.

"But we can still have a little fun, can't we?"

I wriggled a little to get more comfortable and his hand moved round to cup my left breast, I giggled.

"Ooh Darren that feels nice"

Well it did! Here I was in a bar slowly being seduced by a rather good-looking man. Did I really think that? Good-looking? I swivelled a little and looked at him, my face was no more than six inches from his, he did have the most gorgeous brown eyes. I remember thinking that and wondering why I was thinking that.

I sipped my drink again, encouraged by the sharp liquor sliding down my throat and then I noticed. He had turned slightly towards me and the bulge in his trousers was becoming obvious. I was turning him on!

"Christ Vicki, you really are one hot babe. I've been with some trannies before but never one like you, never one with legs and titties like yours. You're making me so hot, Vicki, I've just got to ...."

With which, for some reason very much to my surprise, he moved in on me. His hand slid down from my waist to my thigh and he began to edge it up inside my short skirt, over my garter tops. And his head moved too, before I knew it my heart started beating ever faster as his lips touched mine ...

"There you are, Vicki, having fun?"

I pulled away quickly. Melissa! She reached forward and gently removed my hand. I hadn't realised, I actually had not realised - that it was sliding up from Darren's knee towards his obvious bulge. I must have blushed, I was certainly for some reason not happy to have been discovered.

"Excuse me - er - sorry, I don't know your name" Melissa said sweetly.

"Darren."

"Hi there Darren, sorry, I need a word with - Victoria. Come on dear, we need to talk."

"Now hang on, whoever you are," Darren called out. "We were just getting going then, go on, fuck off you cunt, she's mine!"

Mine! MINE!! No I fucking well wasn't. Within two seconds, in just about a dozen words - he'd ruined it. I'd just about begun to enjoy the experience, to appreciate his attention, to really like being a 'woman' with a man, to revel in the warmth of his arms and the ardour of our growing passion, who knows where it had been going to lead. I'd loved the feel of his warm lips touching mine. And he'd ruined it. By his rudeness, his abrupt behaviour, his disgusting language. Suddenly all the nice feelings which had been welling up inside me, they had all evaporated. Men!

""You - you - pervert!" I'd hissed at him. "Piss off!!"

At which I had let go of his hand, grabbed my handbag and put my own arm somewhat protectively around Melissa. We both together turned on our respective high heels and stormed off.

"Anything wrong here?" I heard behind me. We both turned a little as we headed for the door. Darren was still there but he couldn't follow us, his way was blocked. And it was 'Simone' who was doing the blocking. She looked magnificent, I hadn't realised until then just how tall and impressive a woman she made. "Oy - you! Winding up my friend Vicki are you? Just watch it or I'll bite off your balls and spit them right back at you!"

We managed to get out of the door and leave the altercation behind us, I'm still rather pleased I crossed the entrance lobby so quickly without tripping on my heels. As we got outside the door into the cool night air Melissa pulled me back a little, I turned to look at her.

"Wow Vicki, that was great, you certainly gave him an earful. I'm sorry but I thought I'd better interrupt before anything serious began to happen. It was something Geoff said, about Darren and another 'girl' last week, apparently he got rather heavy handed with her when he got her into his car. Vicki? Are you all right?"

She was looking carefully at my face, I was feeling sorry for myself, I just about felt a tear begin to well in my left eye.

"Here, let me help. Don't want to spoil your mascara do we?"

She offered me a small tissue, and wiped the corner of my eye. I just couldn't help myself, I giggled.

"What is it?"

"Nobody's ever said that to me before". I giggled again, so did Melissa, we both did, we wrapped our arms round each other and marched off, away from the club, away from my very first 'as-a-woman' experiences in the club.

And out into the light. It surprised me when it hit me, the brightness of the street lights, of the night life of Brum. And people again, ordinary people. Lots of them this time, it was quite a bit later than when we had arrived obviously and the city had begun to warm up. We strolled down the street and into Millennium Square to be greeted by a band, a very loud band on a podium playing for the night life of Birmingham. Of which I was now a part.

Somebody grabbed me. Somebody else grabbed Melissa. Suddenly we were being whirled round across the square, it took me a moment to get my breath and take a good look at the guy - the guys - doing the whirling. They were both wearing skirts! Well, tunics, or some sort of kilt. Then I realised, I'd seen it in the 'Birmingham Post' the day before, this was the Brum 'World Music' festival. I listened. OK it was a band but not a western band, this had some sort of European or maybe Eastern tune and the instruments weren't quite right, I could hear fiddles all right but some kind of percussion, not bongos but similar and other - mandolins?

Almost as quickly as we had started we were spun away, we'd crossed about 50 yards of the square, we collapsed together yet again in fits of giggles. The guy who had been dancing, if you can call it that, with me said something to me but I didn't understand a word. As we parted somebody else said something, I didn't catch that either except for 'Wish we ....'. At least that had been in English.

Melissa pulled me to one side, a mixture of horror and delight on her face. "Did you HEAR what he said, Vicki? He said 'I wish we had tarts like that in Budapest!'"

We didn't have time to react, to remonstrate with them or whatever, as soon as we turned back towards the two 'men-in-skirts' another two guys, dressed in ordinary suits, took us both by the arm and turned us away again."

"Excuse me ladies, very sorry for my dancers, they are a little rude? No?"

Melissa grabbed my hand again.

"OK Vicki, I think you're ready for it. The real thing."

"The real thing?" I asked.

"With a man. Come on" replied Melissa, again taking me by the arm, this time turning me through 180 degrees and beginning to march me up the steps behind us. I looked up towards the sign above the illuminated doorway in front of us. 'The Ambassador Hotel'.

"Shit Melissa, I can't go in there?"

"Well I'm going in, I need to see the manager. Clive and I are attending a dinner here next week and I've been volunteered to sort out the details. You an wait here if you like, at the mercy of these Hungarian dancers. Shouldn't be more than a quarter of an hour."

I realised - I couldn't wait that long, I needed to.... Melissa saw the slightly pained look on my face and came to the right conclusion.

"Me too, come on, let's go do it. I need to see how you get on. Let's just go to the Ladies first and then have one drink in the bar and see if you get hit on."

I knew I had to, go to the Ladies that is, no way could I go into the Gents' toilet looking like that. And I have to admit that the four gins I'd had were definitely taking effect and not just in the 'Ladies' department. I remember wondering there and then what effect I would have on the men in there, in the bar. OK, rather vain of me but many trannies are. Vain I mean.

We sauntered in through the big double doors, the heat from the warm air fans hitting us as we looked round. Melissa walked up to the reception and took a card from her purse.

"Good Evening. Dr Mills. Can I see the manager, please, I know it's rather late but I would like to discuss arrangements for next Thursday, the Mayor's dinner?"

The receptionist, a young girl maybe eighteen and dressed in the hotel's standard uniform, white shirt, cravat, short-ish black skirt, looked at the card and smiled.

"Certainly Dr Mills, I'll see if he's free. Would you like to take a seat?"

"Thanks, we'll wait in the bar if that's OK?" she replied and smiled. We headed off in that direction and, before that, into the Ladies' toilets.

My very first experience of such was very nearly ruined at the first hurdle. Having got myself into the cubicle I had great difficulty, in the somewhat confined space and with my long red nails complicating things, getting my skirt up and my knickers down so that I could perform. And this wasn't made any easier by the fact that, rather suddenly, I needed to go. The gins were working in both respects, both by wrecking what co-ordination I had and by their increasing pressure within my bowels.

But eventually I did it and managed to sit and perform for a minute or so. The relief was tangible and I did pull up my panties, tuck myself into place, re-do my stockings and garters and my dress and get myself out of the cubicle with much less bother.

"There you are Vicki, I was just going to send out a search party" joked Melissa as I approached the small basins and saw myself in the mirror. "And you still look good."

Then she lowered her voice even though we were alone in there.

"OK Victoria, this is the real test now. We'll go up to the bar and get a couple of drinks, I think you should order them, I'll just have a tonic water since I'll be driving. You need a double G-and-T."

"Double?" I queried.

"Yes my dear, you need the courage. The moment I leave you I want you to look round and find a suitable man and flirt with him for all you're worth. It's getting a bit late so there's not much time. You really do have to find out about that aspect of your sexuality. Come on, let's go."

I wasn't given any opportunity to discuss this, to ask about what I should actually do, about tactics, about anything at all. It wasn't open for argument, I had been told. That was what I had to do. I was herded by the arm yet again through the door and along to the bar. I looked around as I waited for the drinks to come, and realised. We were surrounded by men. Well, almost entirely, there must have been about thirty of them - and maybe four women as well as the two of us.

"OK girl, you're on" whispered Vicki in my ear as she picked up her glass of tonic water. I turned to look. She was gone. I was alone, in the bar, tarted up to the nines with a double gin front of me, surrounded by... men! I was getting attention and loving it, we both had been. But whereas Mel was on the other side of the room in a sense protected because she was talking to someone, I was alone. Vulnerable. Available. Maybe because I was so brazen, nobody approached me immediately. So I approached the guy sat next to me. He wasn't a macho hunk, quite the reverse, he was tall-ish and skinny and wearing glasses and - heck, what did care, he was male.

"Hi there, I'm Vicki."

"Er - hello. I'm Rod - er - can I get you a drink - er - Vicki?"

I had a G-and-T already but I was surprised to see it was almost empty so I let Rod buy me another. I insisted on a single this time, I was definitely the worse for wear as far as drinks were concerned by that time but I had some semblance of common sense. Besides, I was having such fun and I wanted to remember it in the morning.

"Do you come here often, Rod?"

Shit, did I really say that? So lame of me, I must have been feeling the effects of the drink.

"Actually I do, my company sends me up here every month or so, I'm an accountant you know, I have to train the staff in new procedures and so on. It's very exciting work."

Like hell it was. OK maybe it was to him but I didn't care.

"OK Rod, I need something exciting tonight, come on."

With which for the second time that night I walked past several tables to a more private table near the window, I sat down next to Rod and turned towards him. I sipped my drink.

Almost as soon as I'd put the glass down I'm afraid I have to admit I was 'at it' The urge was there, I was there, Rod was there, we were sitting very close together and I was having so much fun. I snuggled up close to him, I just couldn't help giggling as I held his hand in mine.

"Actually Rod I'm so glad we've met, I wasn't really looking forward to spending the evening alone."

I continued to stroke his hand, gently, luxuriating in the sight of my long red-taloned fingers moving across Rod's.

"Jeez Vicki, I'm so glad too. Never thought I'd meet such a wonderful woman."

I slid my hand down to his thigh, noticing that whatever kind of geek he was his suit wasn't cheap, it was good material, good cut.

"My boyfriend has stood me up, I hate the fucking bastard, I don't care if I never see him again."

Rod's own left hand began to move, touching my nylon-clad left knee and beginning just a little to move up my thigh.

"Actually I was half-expecting my wife to come with me this weekend but she had to go to her sister's, couldn't make it. Lucky for me."

Wife? I didn't care. His hand was just edging under the tight skirt of my dress. The fourth hand that evening venturing towards my stocking tops and my knickers.

"What's your wife like, Rod? Anything like me?"

His breathing had become quicker, I edged over and just touched my tongue to his ear. This had been going on for too long, I thought, Melissa wanted to see just how I'd get on with a man in a real hetero-sexual situation.

"Well she doesn't really understand me."

Shit. Corny euphemism time again. But time to get on with it. I whispered again.

"Rod. I don't really want to spend tonight alone. Do you have a room here, darling?"

My fingers touched the swelling I could see developing between his legs. I was trembling with excitement, keen and eager to go on. The gins, the situation, what was I feeling? I realised. Lust!

"Y - e - s " was his hesitant reply.

I didn't want to waste any more time, I took Rod's hand and led him across the bar towards the lift I could see. Eyes were focused on us and, I like to think, focussed on me. On my legs, on my cleavage, on me as I pulled Rod with me again. Everyone could see, I'd like to think the guys in there were jealous, wanting to be in Rod's position, wanting to be the one I was dragging towards - bed, maybe!

I could also see Melissa, she had stood up and was following us towards the lobby, Attracting some attention herself, I had no doubt. But with something of a determined look on her face, I knew exactly what was going to happen. She was going to stop me! But this time I didn't want to be stopped! I was enjoying myself, far, far too much. Me. And Rod. And the possibility of something more than this. Okay I had enjoyed the outings, the flirting, the hand-holding, but maybe there was more, even more.

We reached the lifts and I watched Rod press the 'UP' button. Up to - what? Suddenly I couldn't do this. Suddenly I became so very realistic, it couldn't work, Rod was bound to find out, to ruin it all. Melissa was moving towards us, looking still determined, and this time I knew she was right. But I wanted that one last fling. I looked across at Melissa, I almost glared, she stopped. My look, my body language had said it all - 'OK but not yet, not quite yet, just let me do - this'. She stopped.

I turned to Rod and there and then, in the lobby, with guys watching from the bar, in full view of the reception staff, I put my right hand behind his head and pulled him towards me. And having got so close that evening, twice, in very different situations, I knew this was the one. I pulled him towards me, opened my lips and I pressed them to his. I kissed him. That's all, the one kiss but what a kiss that was. I put everything into it, my mouth opened and my tongue snaked into his mouth, my lips worked on his, I grabbed his butt and pulled his body towards me.

That kiss went on for seconds, maybe for over half a minute, OK it wasn't the longest or maybe the most passionate kiss ever but it was my first and it was oh-so special to me, we were both breathless as we separated, as the lift doors opened behind him, as the promise of more intimacy, and simply sex and bed beckoned. But that promise would never be realised, I knew that.

I turned away from the lift, Melissa was by my side in a flash. And in a few seconds only she had destroyed Rod's dream, I felt sorry for him.

"Hi Vicki, glad to see you. And who's this? Your new fella is he, wow, that was quick."

The voice was different, it was shrill, it was coarse, it was a voice from the street, not what you'd expect from such a classy looking lady in the bar of a city-centre hotel.

"I've just seen Pete, he's OK, the tests were negative so he's OK. But he says you'd better get yourself tested, darling, just to be on the safe side. No hurry though, tomorrow will do, after this trick, Vicki. He looks a cute one love."

I think Rod realised what was going on or rather what Melissa wanted him to think was going on even quicker than me. In a flash, behind me, he was gone. The lift doors closed, he had scooted. After what Mel had said I wasn't at all surprised. She grabbed me by the arm.

"Come on Vicki we'd better get out of here quickly."

And we did, we got out quickly. We skipped across the lobby, again difficult in such high heels but I was getting good at this by now. We high-tailed it back to the car avoiding any more untoward adventures that evening, soon Melissa had started the engine and was heading out of town back to her place.

"Well Vicki. How as that?"

I breathed in the cold Birmingham night air and looked round. Being driven along the Hagley Road, early in the morning, by an attractive woman while dressed like that, it seemed a bit surreal. And as to what I'd been through that evening, well, the whole gamut of sexuality, gay transvestite, lesbian, woman, which was I? Which had seemed the real me?

"Well, I do have to admit, Mel, kissing Rod...."

"That was the guy at the end, was it? You were really going at it some, Vicki, he was up for it - in every sense of the word!"

When I realised what Mel had just said I giggled again and admitted - "Mel, I know you had to do what you did but thank you so much for delaying a bit, that was a sensational experience....."

I didn't know whether to continue but I did.

"...and for a moment or two I really did want him to shag me."

There. Said it. Admitted it. After all I'd said to my wife about me being just a cross-dresser, being totally heterosexual, about not being into any sort of relationship with a guy I had to admit, to myself and to my therapist, that I wanted to be with a man. I had revelled in the attention he had paid me, in the looks I got from the other guys in the bar, in flaunting my legs, in crossing them when I sat at the bar and loving the fact that guys could see my stocking tops, could fantasise about being with me, about kissing me, about fucking me. I wanted it. Badly.

We chatted for a while as Mel drove skilfully back along the dual carriageway up to her house, she poured black coffee down me while I changed back - and became Victor again.

"OK Victor" she said, late into the early hours as I prepared to begin my drive back. "I have to put my report together, I'll want to see you one more time, next week OK? I don't see why you shouldn't tell Kate what you did tonight, that's all part of the process you know. But don't go into what we've discussed too deeply, not yet at least. We'll have a full session together after next week maybe, decide where we go from here."

We shook hands. Not even a small kiss on the cheek. Vicki and 'Mel' were gone, this was back to Victor and Dr Mills, our relationship was back to client and doctor.

I drove back carefully and slid into bed next to Kate without disturbing her. And we did talk about the events of the evening, she was rather amazed at just what 'the doctor had ordered'. The next few days I tried to settle again, get back into work things, to calm down to a normal masculine life. It was difficult.

And then on the Sunday evening when I got back from the pub, Kate was distracted.

"I've just had a visitor, Victor. Melissa - Dr Mills. She came for a brief chat about your situation."

Now that I had not been expecting. I was feeling just a little offended actually, not to have been involved. Kathy carried on.

"She told me what you both got up to the other night! Victor, I'm amazed, you told me some of it but, shit Victor, you trying to get off with a man. I never thought of you as gay, Victor, this changes everything you know. I mean, living with a cross-dresser is one thing but if you're gay, Victor, I mean I wouldn't know how to react, I mean, whatever you did, I'd have to think, I mean.... oh shit!"

Kathy started to cry, just a little, I always had problems coping with Kathy when this happened. Not that regularly you understand, except for the cross-dressing issues we rarely argued, not seriously anyway. I was still miffed about the doctor's interruption to my home life, I mean, I couldn't see what this had to do with the dressing up. Well maybe it did but I still didn't like it.

"Kathy, look, I'm sorry, please, it's me, Victor, what happened the other night, that was 'Victoria' did that, it seems like I'm a different person, when I'm dressed that is, it really is like that....."

"All right, Victor, I know, you're just trying to justify yourself, but I still don't like it. I mean however you're dressed you're the same Victor, same person really, same man - or woman - inside. I've never imagined you were ever - like that, I mean, I - I mean, I never did, never, I know that's what the doctor's test was about but..."

"Test?"

"Yes, that test she did with you, she asked me to have a go at it. The 'X-test' isn't it?"

"You did it? So?"

"Er - dunno. She said she'd discuss it after the last meeting, maybe, she said it's your last session tomorrow evening. Said she'd be sorry not to see 'Victoria' again, seems she's quite liked this case, I got that impression."

Not see Victoria again? Why not? Why not indeed?

"Er Kathy, look I know this has been something of an upset for you, I didn't know how it was going to work out myself when it started, still don't. But tomorrow night, when we have the last session. I think I should go there dressed again. How about it? Good idea? It'll give you the chance to see just what I look like as 'Victoria'"

"I know what you look like, Victor, remember, that was the problem, you wandering round at home dragged up in a frock. But I must say, thinking about it, if you two were out together last week..... well, maybe you do look different now."

Different, I should say so, under Melissa's tutelage I really had become a different person. And going out - in daylight - to my final consultation session, could I do it? Course I could, at least I wanted to. The thought had only just come to me but since Kathy had mentioned the possibility I couldn't think about anything else. What to wear? The business suit was the obvious one but I rather liked the idea of something different.

And so it was, the following Monday, I was getting myself ready, I'd nearly finished my make-up as I saw Kathy's car pull into our drive after work. I had actually managed to fiddle the afternoon off again in order to have the time to do the job properly, though I hadn't told my boss why!

I heard Kathy come in.

"Hi darling" she called up the stairs. "You're home early."

As she turned, probably surprised at the voice, I had spoken in my quieter 'Victoria' tone. I am totally and absolutely delighted to say - her mouth literally fell open. And then...

"Fucking hell Victor, what...!"

Really just the reaction I'd been hoping for, I knew I looked good and it wasn't Melissa, it wasn't Rod or Simone or anybody else I really wanted to appreciate my efforts. It was Kathy. She had so often criticised me in the pat, I just wanted her to have to confront the 'new me'.

"Well darling, what do you think?"

She didn't answer. She just looked. At me, at Victoria. I stood there, feeling proud of my efforts. OK so I'd gone to town a bit, rather too tarty, too slutty. But I loved it!

I loved my 6" black stiletto heels with the gold clasp on the thin ankle strap, my legs encased in black nylons leaving just a hint of smooth white flesh at the top.

My waist was cinched so very tightly and squeezed into a tight black leather micro-skirt, thin black satin blouse with a deep V-neck to show my bulging boobs spilling out the top of the basque and my ample though synthetic cleavage.

My curly shoulder-length hair was glistening, my exuberant and ever-so-carefully applied make-up, exotic eyes highlighted with shades of purple and gold, high cheeks shaded dramatically, my full lips - as red as blood and matching my 11/2" long finger nails.

This was me. The real me. I knew now, after my raft of experiences the previous week, this was Vicki - the slut. Vicki the tart. Vicki the man-magnet.

"Look, Kathy, you said, Dr Mills said I could go to my last session dressed as I like. So I thought it would be nice to ..."

"You're not going out - dressed like THAT!"

Kathy almost shouted the question. I turned and looked, I could see my reflection in the full-length mirror in the hall. I could see what she meant. Not that I wasn't convincing, I had really got the make-up and the figure and the accessories sorted out by then. But I did look - well - like a tart, yes I would have to agree. But I felt SO GOOD!!

"Kathy, I'm sorry. I do have to go. I'm glad you had the chance to see just what I can do, I'm a much better cross-dresser that I was, you have to agree. But I think it is quite possible the doctor might say to me 'that's it, Victor' end of cross-dressing, for your sake and Kathy's you have to stop. And if she says that, I will. No more Victoria. I'd regret it but I'd do it."

Kathy was still eyeing me up and down as we spoke. She said nothing for a while. Then she stood and approached me.

"WOW Victoria. As you wish. But - in case this is the end for 'Victoria' - just one thing. Can I ask a favour?"

I wondered just what this was going to be but I agreed.

"In that 'X-test' that the doctor did with me last week. She said - I don't really know how to put this. OK, straight out with it. She said my lesbian tendency was rather high. Which surprised me a lot. But seeing you looking like this - Victoria - I've never kissed a 'woman'. Can we - you know?"

Now that surprised me too, but so had lots of things recently. And if Melissa was not going to 'finish' Victoria I'd still need Kathy's co-operation in some ways so maybe it was best to say 'yes' to her request.

She moved towards me and we kissed. I was thinking of Marie Griggs as our lips touched, as our tongues met, as Kathy's hand slid over my tightly-wrapped bum. It was a very enjoyable kiss indeed, more passionate than many we had shared in recent weeks, Kathy was a little breathless as we parted.

"Look, Victoria, you'd better be off before..."

She turned and handed me my handbag. What did she mean '...before...'? I had no time to find out there and then time was getting on, I had to go. If I'd had time I might have stopped to shop on the way there, to see what reaction I got to my exotic attire in the M6 service station. But I didn't have time, I got a little held up in the traffic and only just arrived at Melissa's home outside Stoke on time. I checked my make-up in the mirror as I sat in her drive and touched up my lip gloss, then opened the door and headed to the front entrance. I rang the bell. The door opened.

Shit! It was her husband, it was Clive. I was flustered but managed to mumble "Hello, I'm here to see Doctor Mills. I have an appointment."

"Oh. Oh dear. I'm sorry, there's been a ... I'm so sorry, do come in for a moment, there must have been a mix-up, Miss...?"

I had to think for a moment. Clive hadn't recognised me, in fact we'd only met for a minute or so several weeks earlier. And obviously I looked so different, perhaps he was just being tactful or maybe he genuinely didn't recognise me.

"Carter. Victoria Carter."

"I'm Dr Mills' husband. Clive." He reached out a hand, I shook it gently as we moved into the hall where he began to inspect the pad beside the telephone.

"V. Carter, yes, you were due to have an appointment about now, I'm so sorry again but there has been a change of plan. My wife has been called away by the police, one of her patients is in some sort of trouble near Coventry. There's a note here, she rang your number to try to cancel the appointment, about twenty minutes ago."

"I had already left by then" I said "She must have just missed me. Oh dear."

It was a feeble expletive but I couldn't really say what I wanted to say which was more like 'Shit! All this effort for nothing, just my fucking luck!'

"She may not be back for quite some time, Miss Carter, I do assure you this wouldn't have happened unless it was an urgent situation. Perhaps you could give her a call tomorrow to rearrange?"

I really had no choice. I smiled weakly. "Yes, Mr. Mills, perhaps that would be best."

"Clive, please call me Clive. I could try to make an appointment now but I think it would be best if you speak to my wife yourself. Look, this mix-up was unavoidable, can I offer you something, sit down for a while before you start back home, a drink maybe?"

In retrospect it was a silly thing to do - but I said 'yes'. I followed Clive into the kitchen where he had obviously just finished his meal, there was an empty plate and an opened bottle of wine on the table there.

"You could help me finish this if you like, it's rather a good Chardonnay, how about it Miss Carter?"

"Vicki" I said. "And thank you, it's a little early for me but yes I think I will, just the one glass."

Well, one glass turned into two as we sat first in the kitchen, then on the patio in the evening sun, then Clive opened another bottle. I was enjoying the experience, this was my first real social interaction with another man, indeed with any other person, as a woman. And it was obvious - he had no idea! 'Pass'? I could do more than pass, that was now clear to me. I could actually 'be' a woman.

I wondered briefly just what Melissa's conclusions would have been in our final session. As the air cooled and we moved back into the lounge from the patio Clive put his arm round my waist! He was a bit drunk - and so was I. I felt his hot breath on my neck as has hand snaked round under my breast. It was so sudden but I couldn't help myself. I turned, and I kissed him. I didn't just kiss him. I harassed his mouth, I assaulted his lips, I attacked and caressed and manipulated his body with my hands, I was - and it surprised me - relentless. It took me less than a minute.

Not that Clive was an unwilling partner in all this. I'd had the impression that he and Melissa were a typical happily married couple, and why not? They had everything going for them, he certainly did, very attractive successful wife with, I now knew, somewhat unconventional views about gender and sex. Yet he was coming on to me in no uncertain terms. And I was certainly interested in him.

"Clive" I managed to mutter in-between our kisses and fondlings "We shouldn't be - what about - your wife - we really can't - oh fuck Clive I want to..."

I did want to. With a man. A strong virile man, just like Clive, married or not, my doctor's husband or not, I wanted him so much. I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd tried and I had absolutely no desire to stop. I pulled his shirt off, I had my hands inside his pants in no time, I grabbed his swollen penis.

A cock! I had a man's cock in my hand, it all felt so good, so natural, this was exactly what I was supposed to do. I leaned over and caressed it with my lips, I kissed it, I took it into my mouth and swirled my tongue round it, savouring the taste, the texture, the temperature of Clive's hot dick in my mouth.

I remember thinking how smooth it felt. I took it further into my mouth, my tongue discovering and intimately exploring the Clive's aroused member. When I sucked experimentally, he jerked in my mouth and I almost lost him, so I held the stiff cock steady with my left hand, instinctively bringing the other up to cradle the large taut, balls that dangled beneath.

"God, Vicki, that is so good, it feels .... Ooooooooh!!"

I couldn't reply. Physically couldn't, I had my mouth full. Full of cock.

After all the years of fantasising about this moment I was finally experiencing the full, sensuous taste and feel of a cock in my mouth. It made me light-headed with excitement . Working sideways down the hard shaft, I pushed the head into my cheek and lathered the underside with saliva. The close male smell of him suddenly overwhelmed me and, with greedy pleasure, I leaned forwards and took as much of him in as I could manage.

Concentrating on trying to swirl my tongue directly over his swollen head, I murmured my approval, savouring the salty liquid taste that filled my mouth. Clive moaned aloud and I felt his hands close around my head. It felt good to be held like that and I glanced upwards, my mouth now totally full of him, to see his head back, eyes shut tight, as he enjoyed my inexperienced ministrations at his groin.

His hands urged my head back and forth, and I quickly learnt, obediently sliding my mouth back and forth along the whole length of his cock, letting him almost withdraw from between my lips, then swallowing him right up again in a long, firm rhythm of pleasure. Automatically, I held onto his hips for purchase. Quicker and quicker his prick slid in and out of my mouth, my lipstick smearing crimson over the repeatedly bobbing shaft. He was actively moaning with pleasure now, and I could actually feel his engorged member swelling as it repeatedly thrust against the roof of my mouth.

My reward arrived unexpectedly. His grip on my head became tighter, and suddenly he was coming, and my mouth filled with spurts of warm semen. Totally surprised, I struggled to accommodate the thick, salty, liquid but the best I could do was to swallow continuously, receiving his male seed gratefully, like a real woman, until the flow ebbed.

I pulled away and kissed him again, he was still fondling my 'breasts' and moaning as his hand explored my body. And then - drunk or not - alarm bells began to sound. One of his hands was round my waist, he was feeling for my panties. Fuck!

No Melissa to rescue me this time, I wondered just what she would think if she walked in just then. I had to think fast. Inspiration came to me. I could get away with this! I had remembered something Melissa had said.

"Er - Clive, I'm so sorry but you can' t - you know - it would be awfully messy right now. But, if you like, you could fuck me up the arse. Would you like that, Clive?"

"Would I?" The enthusiasm in the question was obvious. Of course he fucking would! As he went out to get something, some sort of lubricant I imagined, I shifted myself round, lay on my stomach, skirt pulled up, my arse exposed, vulnerable yes but oh so willing. Was it going to happen? I glimpsed Clive returning - he was naked. Then I saw it - his erect cock jutting out as long and straight and hard as it had been when I'd first swallowed it a few minutes earlier. Yes!! I felt his hands open up my arse cheeks and something cold being smeared round. And then - well!

That gorgeous erect penis, it felt even bigger than it looked, opening my arsehole oh-so wide as Clive slowly and gently pushed it into me. I thought I was going to be split in half as more and more of his hard cock pierced my virgin hole. My muscles tightened and relaxed alternately as they tried to cope with the enormous hot erection invading my arsehole. I could hear myself moaning as he penetrated me further. I was in heaven! I was breathing very erratically, I was very tense. I tried to relax, to enjoy the moment, to relish the experience, I was getting fucked, for the very first time.

I felt his balls nudge against my cheeks. I felt like a real slut, not only that but I had a huge hard prick deep in my arse. Clive held me tightly at the hips and gave me time to catch my breath then asked me if I was ready for him. My answer came out as a loud groan and then in a high pitched squeal as he slowly began to withdraw. It was only a momentary relief, as no sooner had I started to relax than he began feeding it into me again. I was impaled again, forcing a gasp from my lips, then the withdrawal and I finally found my muscles loosening enough for him to sense it.

"Jeez, Clive, that is so good baby, that really is - oh my!!"

He began to build up the speed and rhythm gently at first, using his hands to draw me back onto him to meet his thrusts. Then, wonderfully, I felt his hands ease away from me until he was supporting me round the stomach and I was bucking back onto him myself. I was being fucked in the ass by a big muscular stud and I was loving every second of it. Submitting to his strength, being moved as if I was a doll, all for his lust and use.

My gasps and moans grew deeper and louder, panting and urging him into give me harder thrusts, crying out that I wanted him to fuck me hard. He didn't disappoint me, my handsome stud, filling my arse with thrusts of his steaming hot cock. Slamming it back and forth, long deep shafts and then teasing short stabs that made me gasp for the full length, moulding my tits with his huge hands. I was having such fun, I could feel Clive sweating hard as he began to approach his climax, as his cock hardened and straightened even more deep inside m arsehole.

Then he stopped. I was lying there, waiting, expectant, ready for my deflowering, ready to become a woman at last, ready for my ultimate fulfilment, ready for.... I looked up - to see another pair of high heels, another pair of black stockings, right in front of my face.

"Well, Clive, what do we have here? You fucking one of my patients? I never thought I'd ever see that. How are you doing, Vicki? Having fun?"

Shit! I lifted my head to look at Melissa, rolling a little sideways so that I could see her. She was standing over the both of us looking down. I didn't know what to expect at that moment. Verbal abuse? Physical violence? How was she going to react? I mean, it can't be a common experience, coming home from work to find your husband on the floor with his cock up a transvestite's arse, can it? But her reaction surprised me. Knowing her as I was beginning to at that time perhaps it shouldn't have, but it did.

She rapidly, oh-so rapidly - stripped. Took off her jacket, her blouse, the skirt slid down, the bra was removed, the panties came off, within seconds she was lying on the floor beside me, parallel, looking over Clive and I in our compromising position. She reached down and slid a finger into my panties as she smiled oddly at Clive. The she kissed me!

"What's the matter, Clive? Surprised? To find your wife actually enjoys just a bit of lesbian fun? Really Clive, you shouldn't be. And anyway, I think our friend Vicki wants some attention again, she's calmed down rather. So carry on, Clive. Go on. Your cock's up her arse, don't waste it. It looked a few moments ago as if you were just about ready to shoot a gallon of cum up her. Come on then Clive. Do it. "

Melissa leaned towards us so that we could all see right down her cleavage. I was suddenly aroused again at this display and I could feel Clive was too

"Go on then, Clive. Fuck her!!"

So very quickly, having subsided, Clive's cock sprang to attention again as he rapidly approached his climax yet again. Suddenly, again, I was in total heaven!

And then - Melissa - Doctor Mills, for Pete's sake - she kissed ME. Not a peck on the cheek, not a gently tender kiss, but an open-mouthed full-blown passionate kiss. I moved away from her, still feeling her husband moving inside me, moving faster, beginning to reach his previous state of arousal. He was grunting again, but a pleasant, quiet, fulfilling grunt, not loud, not coarse, just - nice. His attentions increased, almost as if his wife wasn't there, as if she wasn't coming on heavily to me.

Grinding his cock into my arse, Clive became more passionate, obviously turned on by the fact that Melissa was there. He kissed my neck and hair, he fondled my breasts, he maintained the rhythm of his penetrations bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy. I turned my head to meet his mouth, to taste his tongue, and we held that position for a moment. I moved my hips left and right, then lifted my leg to rub his with my stocking.

"Are you ready, darling?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes, yes!" he breathed gently into my ear. He thrust more, overcoming the resistance offered by my tight arsehole. I spread myself wider, and threw my head back in anticipation. We both pushed harder. He put his hands on my hips, and drew me closer. He continued to thrust faster and faster into me. I took him all the way in, feeling, loving the way he filled me up, the pain and pleasure equally exciting. The feeling was electric. I pushed my bum toward him again, reluctant to let him go. He slid back into me, even harder, even faster. I arched my back and joined with the motion.

He bent forward and kissed as far up my back as he could reach. I stretched my hand down between my legs and tried to cup his balls. He was hard pounding into me now, again, again, again. I was shaking with the tension. He moaned his pleasure, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I was alive. I felt alive and beautiful. I could feel him moving within me, exciting and excited. He was hard and strong and fucking me, fucking me. I was aware of his hands on my hips, my stocking-ed legs pressed close against his, his balls slamming into my arse. And his beautiful penis, filling me up.

And then something else happened. I had not really realised, as Clive thrust up me my own organ had worked loose from its den inside my panties. Melissa's hand grasped my cock and shuffled us together so that it was against her own love-hole. She pulled me closer, forcing it up her.

We all came together. I felt Clive's hot juices shooting into me at exactly the same moment as I climaxed up his wife, and just as her shudders showed us she too had reached her peak.

After an eternity, Clive stirred again.

"That... was amazing."

"Yes. It was."

"Sure it was Clive. I'd never have believed it" said Melissa, a look of quiet triumph, of satisfaction, of mischief on her face. "I'd never have believed it, Clive darling. Never have believed you could ever shag a tranny."

The look on Clive's face! Not horror. Not shame. Not disgust. But disbelief! He really hadn't thought -

I got up and began to collect my clothes, Melissa showed me to a bathroom where I cleaned up a bit. While I did so she said that she'd have to rewrite part of her final report. I should think so! And that she would be sure I got a copy by the weekend, she had an important case the next week, somebody well known she said, and she wanted to give it all her attention. She didn't say who.

And I then drove home, leaving her to sort out with her husband what had happened. I didn't really believe it myself, I mean, effectively Clive had just screwed his wife except I had been the go-between, the intermediary. Anyway - Vicki was no longer a virgin, that at least was certain. And, more than that, for the first time in all those years of marriage I had just cheated on my wife.

Luckily for Me Kathy wasn't in when I got back, I managed to get in and get changed and then settle and relax for an hour or so before she got in. I was fairly non-committal about what had gone on in the last session, just saying that the final report would be sorted later that week. And then Kathy surprised me.

"I'm sorry I was out when you got back Victor. I'd have liked to see Vicki again."

That was a first.

The rest of the week was difficult. Not the least because - my arse ached! Despite the cream I used to try to help I had trouble sitting down for a day or so, not surprising considering the invasion I'd suffered. No, not suffered, experienced. Suffering was never such fun. I was unsettled at work too, several people commented that my mind didn't seem to be 'in gear'. Too true, I had too much to think about, Clive's cock, Melissa's boobs, her cunt, well, everything really.

I began to wonder exactly when this report would arrive, whether it would change my life - and in which way. It wasn't in Friday's post, I had to set off to work still in the dark. I was even more unsettled that day, even my boss commented.

When I arrived home. Kathy wasn't in, she usually did get back a bit before me, maybe she was shopping. Indeed she was but I'd never have guessed where. I had just settled in front of the TV with a beer when I heard the front door open. When Kathy didn't come in I got up and went to look, and just found Melissa coming down the stairs. She smiled at me.

"Don't worry, Victor, Kathy and I have just been shopping. And to the salon, she's had her hair done. Today's rather special after all. Look, I must go now. Kathy has the report, she'll tell you about it later."

I must have looked disappointed, I'd been hoping all week that things would get sorted out - one way or another.

"I know I should give you feedback, Victor, but - well, sorry, I do have this big case next week. I have to get on and get some preparation done. I may well ring you back end of next week, we can all get together then and chat about how things have gone. Give me a moment."

With which, without giving me a chance to say anything, she left and went back upstairs, I heard her and Kathy chatting briefly.

When she came down she was smiling, widely. "Kathy says can you do up to the spare bedroom and get changed, she wants to meet Vicki again. You'll see why. I gotta go, Victor, bye."

The doctor leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and left, smiling even wider. Rather meekly I went up the stairs. Our main bedroom door was closed. As I approached it Kathy called out.

"Spare bedroom, Victor. I'll wait for you downstairs."

And there, on the bed in the spare bedroom, all my TV stuff, makeup on the small dresser, shoes, a new pack of black stockings, my wig - and - Melissa's dress. The scarlet PVC dress she'd worn when we had gone out 'on the town' together. My first reaction was obvious - I'll never get that an. And my second? But I'd absolutely totally LOVE to, I had to try.

I showered, I smoothed depilatory cream over all my body again, I slid on the scarlet panties which I found on the bed, then stuck on my breast-forms and really made an effort with the makeup over the edges, determined to do it as well as I had when I had dressed for Melissa. Less than a week earlier, was it only four or five days previously that I'd done that, just before having my arse invaded for the first time? I got into the red basque, and pulled it tight, then tighter, then tighter again. I decided to finish the nails and the makeup and so on before trying the dress, so when I did I had everything sorted except the shoes.

It would be wrong to say getting that dress on was easy. It wasn't, I almost called Kathy to help but I didn't really want to, I wanted to show her the final result. I did manage it, and once it was on it looked good. I only had a short mirror in the spare room so I had to go into the main bedroom for a proper look. I was delighted. I looked sexy, oh so sexy, specially in the new matching flame-red stilettos I'd found beside the bed in the other room. The makeup was good, the best ever I thought, even bolder than the previous week, the figure was good and the boobs bursting out oh-so-invitingly above the low-cut dress - wow!

I grabbed the little scarlet handbag and began to negotiate the stairs, carefully in heels which at least matched my 6" black spikes for height, and paused for a moment before going into the living room. I didn't see Kathy at first - my eyes went straight to the mirror in there!

"Well, Victoria, don't you look stunning!"

I turned. To see Kathy.

"Fuck me!" I'm surprised now I said that but the sight of my wife, always attractive, looking totally stunning herself was, while not entirely new to me, somewhat unexpected. And she was wearing my dress. My 'lbd', my little black dress, the one I had worn when Melissa had worn this red one. But it wasn't just the dress. It was everything. Like me she'd done a very impressive job with her make-up, those shiny red lips looked oh-so-kissable, and the legs, gorgeous, black seamed, stockings I guessed. And her corsetry was doing an even better job than mine though admittedly she had more there originally to work with. She looked sensational. I was just about to say so...

"Er - not now Vicki, and anyway, I might have lesbian tendencies but I don't really want that now. And I can't fuck you anyway, you're the one with the cock though to look at you nobody would ever believe it"

We both had to smile at that one.

Kathy leered at me. Something was going on. "Well, we're all compliments tonight aren't we? You ready?"

"What, oh, this report, have you got it?"

"Yes I have Vicki, but not so fast. Melissa said you and she and Clive had a good time the other night. She said before I opened it we have to have a talk, you have to tell me all about it. She say's it should shed some light on the contents of her report. She showed me your X-test and explained it, very clever it is and very revealing specially when you compare it with mine. "

Shit! I hadn't told Kathy much about the events of that evening, but I didn't have time to, didn't have time to think what I was going to say. Kathy interrupted my thoughts.

"But first, Victoria, we're going to have some fun. Melissa said we should get all dressed up tonight and go out. The Ambassador, wasn't it, that's where you went the other week. That's what I told the taxi firm anyway, should be here in a minute or two."

"The Ambassador? We can't go there?"

"Why not, Vicki? We both look the part, dressed up to the nines, looking as good as ever, I know you do, you look good enough to fuck, and I think I do too. We're off hunting, Vicki."

"Hunting?"

"Yes, hunting. Hang on, I think I heard - yes the taxi is here."

Kathy turned away from peering through the curtains.

"We're going to get ourselves a couple of men. OK Vicki?"

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