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A series of stories with TG themes, dedicated to women, and to men who like women, and especially those who like to be women (which includes me!)

 

Y is for Yvette aka 'All work and no play ....'

by Bethany Jacques

 

It was when I was surfing 'unofficially' at work, I'd delayed just by few minutes going to my break so the office would be empty. Jenny had surprised me by coming back for her bag, and very sweetly asked if I wanted to have lunch with her and James, and Maria and Annabelle. The chance to spend some time with Annabelle was too tempting, I closed down quickly and dashed out to join them.

But the problem arose precisely fifty-five minutes later when I returned. My Manager was sat at my PC, he'd logged on and was scrolling through some figures. But down the left-hand side of the screen, whether he'd noticed the contents or not I didn't know at that time, was my 'History' listing. On the rare occasions when I'd been tempted to look at T-stuff while at work, I'd been very careful to delete any evidence of where I'd been surfing as soon as I'd finished it. But it had been the thought of Annabelle, gorgeous well-endowed Annabelle, that had caused me to hurry. OK so I'd intended doing the deleting straight after lunch, but Mr Willis was sat at my PC!

"Sorry George, my PC seems to be playing up. I won't be a minute, you weren't in the middle of something were you?"

"Er - no." Had he noticed? That right there, between 'Tally UK plc' and 'Theatre Arts' on the left of the screen, maws the link to 'Tgrrls-UK'? He seemed not to have done, he scrolled down whatever he was looking at, seemed satisfied with what he'd been looking for, and closed IE down. I breathed a sigh of relief and, within a minute of getting back on my keyboard, I'd deleted the offending History item.

Yes, I know an expert could have tracked my PC use, but I knew the company didn't actively do that, there had been a memo about staff limiting their personal use of PCs and not spending too much time on e-Bay and so on, basically saying they didn't intend monitoring our use and they trusted staff. And no, I didn't do much surfing of that sort of thing at work, very rarely in fact. It was just that once I nearly got caught.

Nearly? That's what I thought. I settled down, worked through the afternoon, even went in to Mr Willis on one occasion to ask him about a problem with one particular invoice. It wasn't until just before the end of the day, when quite a few staff were already hanging around with their coats on, that Mr Willis invited me into his office. By then I hadn't actually forgotten about the incident at lunchtime but I did think I'd got away with it.

"Right now. George" he said as I sat in his office. "About your surfing, this lunchtime."

I was dismayed, worried that I might not have got away with it and even more that it might mean I got a bad reference when I left. Part of the reason for taking the job on a six-month contract was to gain some experience and to get a good reference.

"Mr Willis, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again."

"I know it won't." What did that mean? Was I getting the sack? OK so I'd only a month of my contract left but the sack? That would look awful, it was going to be hard enough getting another job without that on my record. Mr Willis looked at me sternly, then continued.

"No George, I'm not giving you the sack. You've done a good job here and we could really do with you staying until Stephanie comes back. But - no more surfing in work time. OK?"

"Oh yes. I mean no. Sure."

I was wondering if that was the end of the interview. I was about to stand up and leave when my boss said something else.

"George. Do you dress yourself?"

I hesitated. The question seemed somewhat kindly meant, I hoped that the truth would be treated sympathetically.

"Yes." I was nervous, I'd never admitted it to another human being, the only other 'being' who'd seen me dressed was Mickey, my mother's cat, some years earlier.

"I'd like to see that, George. I've been fascinated by cross-dressing for some years but, being married, you know, I've not been able to ...."

He faded to a halt. I smiled.

"My wife is away at a meeting on Friday evening. How about coming round and showing me what you look like? You could even leave a little early on Friday to prepare, I can swing that."

I was amazed. Shocked. But I knew what I had to say.

Which is why, at just after six o'clock on the Friday evening having finished work at three and gone home and packed, I was ringing the doorbell on my boss's house. He opened the door and reached down to grab my case.

"Come in, George. Can I get you a drink?"

"Er - I don't think so, Mr Willis."

"Do you want to get started? You can change in the guest bedroom, there's an en-suite in there. Will that be OK?"

"Er - yes" was my muttered reply.

Mr Willis left me to it, I started the shower that would start my transformation. In the previous day or two since Mr Willis's offer I'd done a lot of thinking, as any tranny would in that sort of situation. I'd got past my initial worries very quickly - did I want to do this at all? Of course I did! After what Mr Willis had said to me I was confident that I wouldn't get the sack if I refused. Mr Willis had admitted too much, he wouldn't dare, not that I wanted to be at all nasty about it.

But the other question - what was I going to wear? I'd spent the whole of the previous evening looking through and sorting through the alternatives, lingerie, wigs, shoes, all the trappings and trimmings of my transvestism. I'd ended up with one basic outfit which I decided to wear at first, for my 'revelation', and a couple of alternatives if Mr Willis wanted me to change at all during the evening. With my case open on the bed I took out and separated my outfits, still very nervous at the thought of actually being seen - in some way - as a woman.

But there was a lot to do first. I stripped totally and walked through into the small en-suite bathroom of the Willis's guest bedroom. I soaked my skin and then shaved the hair from all my body parts carefully, leaving a cute little triangular patch above my penis. Next I applied hair remover over my entire body. After cleansing off the excess hair remover, I noticed how smooth and stubble free my body parts had become. I showered again to complete the job.

I wrapped a huge towel around my clean-shaven body and danced over to the dresser where I had previously laid out my lingerie. I picked up the stretchy, lacy red garter belt with the attached straps and the matching red G-string.

As I pulled the G-string up my silky legs, I felt the first real tactile stimulation of the experience. I could feel the chills running up and down my spine, the touch of satin and lace running up my long smooth legs was a definite turn on. By the time I wriggled the G-string over my balls, my cock showing signs of arousal. I managed to calm myself down and unpacked my new silicone breast enhancers. They were satiny and felt like jelly, the very latest model fake breasts had a self-adhesive backing to allow me to go bra-less if I so chose. I'd chosen carefully, large but not too large, the D-cup and would be a definite fit on my lean body. The taut, life-like dark nipples jutted out almost a half-inch!

I laid on my back on the bed and carefully positioned my new breasts in place. It took only a few minutes for the adhesive to dry, but it seemed like ages. I felt for my bra, but remembered I left it on the dresser. I was afraid that my new breasts would fall off from lack of support.

I walked gingerly as my new breasts bounced somewhat but each step made me more confident. As I walked past the make-up table, I slowly took my hands away from my chest. My new breasts felt heavy and awkward at first. Then I watched my life-like tits jiggle and bounce as I lightly jumped up and down. I knew right there and then they'd been worth every penny.

I hooked my new red satin bra at the front and slung it around so the cups were under my breasts. Then I pulled the straps over my shoulders, it fitted quite tightly and definitely provided much needed support to my new breasts. The special bra had gel built into the cups that added almost an extra cup size. It was a great choice for the occasion, the sheer material would let my fake half-inch long perky nipples protrude through the tight top I planned to wear.

My next decision was stockings. I'd had a big decision to make there, I couldn't decide between two pairs I liked very much. In a way I was acting more like a woman, I couldn't make a decision. Should I attach the garters to stockings or wear the stay-up pair? As I sipped on my glass of white wine, I decided to go with the straps with the sheer black, back seamed stockings with frilly and fluffy lace at the top.

As I seductively pulled each stocking up my smooth leg, the same sensation hit me, but this time my girl-cock couldn't swell or rise because the thong was performing its job. I could already feel pre-cum secreting into my satin G-string. I gingerly adjusted the thicker black seam that ran up the back of my legs. As I looked in the mirror, I made sure both seams were perfectly straight and centred.

My next plan was to do my makeup sitting down in front of the three-way mirror. My clean-shaven face was smooth, but decided to use a very light beard cover anyway. The creamy substance would help preserve my smooth look. Then, using tweezers, I plucked my eyebrows one by one. OK so it was painful but it was worth the effort.

I looked in the mirror and smiled. Using a soft, sexy, higher pitched voice that I had often practiced at home, "Wow, girl, even without makeup, you are gorgeous!"

I squealed with delight at the thought but then realised I was being a bit silly. There was still much to be done. And so I did, using a darker foundation than my normal skin colour. I applied powder with a brush taking off the shine, and then complemented it with a rose blush on my cheeks. When I inspected my work in the mirror, there wasn't a hint of any lines or makeup shadow. I picked up my new false eyelashes, thick and black, and with excited shivering fingers I glued them in place..

Extra jet-black liquid eyeliner was used to cover some of the excess glue. I combed out my bottom lashes and applied three coats of black mascara matching the top lashes. Again I drew a line with liquid eyeliner on the bottom lid to a little farther out than the corner of my eye, adding a little extra swoosh up giving my eyes a sexy look. With steadier hands, I painted my thin brows dark brown, positioning the thin pencil a little higher up than my normal brow-line.

Using a combination of charcoal and blue eye-shadows, I coated my upper lids until they were filled in perfectly. It took three coats to blend and colour my eyes properly. At the corner of each eye I flared the charcoal-and-blue powders upwards to match the flare in my eyeliner. Finally, a light sprinkling of gold glitter was applied on my wet painted eyes.

The extra flare of eyeliner and eye-shadow gave me - dare I sat it - 'bedroom eyes'! I started shaking in anticipation again. I had to stand up and move away for a minute, but before I got up, I took one more glance at my treated face in the mirror.

Crossing over towards my jewellery box I decided to put on my three inch gold hoop earrings. They felt heavy at first, but after looking at the very female-looking 'woman' in the mirror, I no longer felt the weight. Instead I felt the dangling and swinging of my newly purchased jewellery.

Then one ring on each finger of the right hand. The same on the left hand, except for my ring finger. I didn't want to scare any gorgeous hunks away this evening. I turned in the mirror and looked from every angle. Nearly done.

"My lips and my hair," I mouthed silently.

I strutted back to the makeup table. With dark red lip liner, I pencilled in full pouting lips. Then I coated them with a thick, creamy, "blood-red" lipstick and my lip-gloss. A very kissable combination! At that stage I really didn't have much of an idea what Mr Willis had in mind for the evening but, looking the way I did, I hoped against hope there would be at least one kiss involved somewhere along the line.

To top things off, I dug into a wig box and picked the "hair" I'd ordered online five months ago. It was my favourite and still in perfect shape. A blonde wig pre-pinned up at the back and curly at the top. It had one seductive tendril spiralling down each side of my pretty face. The curl went past my ears and sensually onto each shoulder. I made sure my there wasn't any hair covering the gold hoop earrings. In front, the three-inch straight cut fringe was perfect, stopping just above my raised eyebrows.

As I turned sideways, big mirror allowed me to reveal my long smooth kissable neck. I felt so pretty, yet so trashy. The lights in the city were starting to come on, as the sun was setting over the buildings on the horizon. I knew I had a minute or two to relax. I quickly took a sip of my wine, wanting to see the lipstick smudge on the glass. The sensation was coming back and my cock was trying to work its way through my G-string! More fluids were leaking, just like a girl! When I put my hand to my crotch there was no sign of a cock. It was still smooth and flat. And a little moist.

It was time to get dressed for my sort-of 'date' with my boss. I clasped my bra, and readjusted the cups to push my fake tits together and up to produce a very impressive-looking cleavage. I pulled out a red lycra micro-mini skirt. The material was just stretchy enough to fit tightly over my hips and my bum. After I slipped it on, I ran my hands around my curvy hips.

The size 10 micro mini skirt did indeed fit skin tight around my hips and arse. It looked astonishing next to my flat stomach. The skirt was just about long enough to cover the frilly, fluffy stocking tops, but the thought of that just added sexual frisson to my dressing up. The top I'd decided on was a tight white nylon halter that would cover my bra straps and shoulders, yet would show my bra through it. The three-quarter-length sleeves had a thicker black seam down the back side of each arm matching my stocking seams. It was so tight I struggled while putting it on, but finally succeeded. I knew it was the perfect choice. The top showed a hint of my red satin bra and displayed quite some cleavage.

It fitted snugly over my shoulders and arms. It barely covered the bottom of my breasts exposing most of my skinny rib cage and flat firm stomach. I could feel my fluids leaking even more, I was so excited.

The shoes had been an easy choice. It was a no-brainer that I chose my shiny red patent platforms with double two ankle cuffs fastened with gold buckles. The bright red platforms were two inches at the toe and the gold stiletto spikes that matched the ankle buckles were almost six inches tall.

Six months earlier, I had purchased my first pair of three-inch heels and practiced at home, then I'd moved up in height with each purchase over the coming months. Yet in my highest heels yet I had the feeling I was on stilts. The practice and training had been worth the effort because the "fuck-me" stilettos made my already long legs longer. When I walked, my bum wriggled, my stockings swished, and my steps became daintier.

Keeping an eye on the mirror, I sucked in my stomach and tilted my shoulders back as I strolled across the room and back. I became more confident with each step. With my legs straight, I bent over my makeup chair to briefly check my painted face. With the help of the other mirror behind me, I noticed that my skirt was lifted up at the back, exposing half of my taut little bum! I even stayed in that position as I prepared to put on the last item, pressed fingernails.

My choice for the night was shiny red, matching my "blood-red" lipstick. A little glue and I was done. My quick manicure was close to professional. They were so bright and shiny they almost looked like wet paint. I then sprayed myself with Red Door perfume, on each wrist and a little extra on my lean neck and into my cleavage.

One final look in the mirror. There stood a slim, sexily dressed blonde staring back at me. Her legs were long, her heels were high, her gorgeously made-up face looked good, her seductive blonde hair pinned up at the back. I primped my hair a little, making sure it was still in place and smiled at myself in the full-length mirror. One more spray of perfume and a touching up of the lips. I picked up my red leather purse and literally threw a small makeup bag, my perfume and lipstick into it. Ready!

I opened the room door and stepped out into the hall. Hell, what on earth was my boss going to say. I went down the stairs, carefully in my high heels, and pushed open the door into the lounge. I stepped in and waited. A moment later Mt Willis must have noticed my fragrance, he looked up.

"O my God! Er .....!"

"Yvette" I said, very quietly. Mr Willis stood and moved towards me. He didn't speak.

"Well. What do you think?"

Mr Willis still stood there in stunned silence. Quite who or what he had been expecting I wasn't entirely sure, and it wasn't easy to gauge his reaction.

"Well?" I asked.

Mr Willis held a hand out. I took it and he guided me over towards the sofa.

"Here, have a seat and I'll pour us a couple of drinks' I certainly need one."

"Me too" I added. He did himself a scotch-and-soda and brought my own drink over to me. I took a large sip and looked up at Mr Willis through my long black eyelashes.

"Before you say anything, Yvette, let me tell you - you make a foxy-looking woman!"

"Thank you, Mr Willis."

"I think in the circumstances, Yvette, you can be less formal. After all you're not at work now. I'm Steve." I smiled as I looked at him, briefly imagining myself as Yvette seated at my desk in the office. I took another sip of my gin-and-tonic.

"OK Yvette. I have to say I wasn't sure how convincing you'd look but - I'm impressed, very impressed indeed. So, do you want to tell me about - all this?"

His eyes looked up and down my body. I relaxed, partly because of the gin and partly because my boss seemed to be so understanding. I sat up a little and crossed my legs, noticing the hem of my skirt rising a little to reveal just the tops of my stockings. I reached down a red-talonned hand to tug it down a little.

"Well - er, Steve - this isn't really all new. I've been a secret cross dresser for years. And since my wife died - this is difficult to say - I've decided that I want to be able to dress and look the way I want to when I want to."

Steve sat for a moment taking it all in. He knew that I'd had a difficult time since my wife died. He and all the staff at the office had been very supportive when she had been diagnosed and in the twelve-or-so months we'd had together before the end.

"George, I mean Yvette, this is almost too much. Are you going to be this way all the time, are you going to - you know - have an operation maybe? THE operation?"

I smiled.

"No, Steve. I'm going to be male and dress as I normally do for work and dealing with most of the people I know. But when I am home and on my own I will be 'Yvette'. We've known each other for a long time and I needed someone to share my secret with. I'm not sure I'd have dared reveal myself like this to anyone else."

Steve sat sipping his drink and thinking, looking me up and down.

"Well, Yvette, this is going to take some getting used to. But - hell, you do look damn sexy as a woman!"

He smiled and held out his hand.

"Pleased to meet you, Yvette."

I took his hand and squeezed it gently so relieved that I'd got it right. It could have gone so wrong, but Steve had really come through for me

"Thank you so much Steve, you don't know what this means to me."

So we sat there for ten or fifteen more minutes, Steve asking me about my dressing, what I liked to do, what sort of clothing I liked to wear, that sort of thing. I revealed the origin of my 'femme' name, the original 'Yvette' was a French transvestite, the first I'd found on-line when I'd first got the Internet, and the first I'd really admired for her bravery in 'coming out'. And I asked him about his own interest, about the web-sites he liked to look at and so on. Though there we were discussing tranny ideas it really did seem that Steve was treating me exactly how I wanted, as Yvette and not as George.

I stood up. "Could you get me another g-and-t?"

Steve looked at me. A grin spread across his face.

"When I suggested you come here, I sort-of expected a version of George. I mean, with Jean not here I'd probably have gone down to the 'Goose' for a couple of pints and to ogle the girls. Well, I don't need to ogle now, do I? So do you still want to go out for a drink maybe?" Steve looked at me

"Dressed like this?" Looking at him, I wasn't at all sure.

"Yvette, trust me. You can do it. And though entertaining a gorgeous T-girl is fun, it would be such a buzz to actually go out with you. How about it?" he grinned.

"Well, if you're sure, Mr Willis. I mean Steve. It would be good to see if I can get away with it. If you're sure?"

"I'm sure" said Steve. "Actually, maybe not to the 'Golden Goose' though. We can go somewhere else, where the lights are a bit low. Just have a couple of drinks and then come back here for a chat."

"I suppose we could."

"I mean that you - well - not just convincing but, hell Yvette, you look really attractive. I'd have no problem being seen with a woman like you!" He laughed.

"It's OK, Steve. I felt your eyes on me before, don't be worried. If I didn't want to be looked at I wouldn't have worn a skirt this short, and thanks for the compliment".

As we left the house and walked down the path towards Steve's car I put my arm in Steve's , he started for a second and looked at me. He grinned and opened the car door for me. As I got in he hesitated for just a moment, staring, clearly enjoying the sight of my long legs and the glimpse of stocking top. He got in and started the car.

"Right, Yvette. How about we go to the 'Arcadia Bar'. It's a nice place and it's quiet."

I smiled, "I've never been there before, sounds good to me Steve."

When we pulled into the car park Steve jumped out and went around to open the door, once again smiling widely as he got another glimpse of my stocking-clad legs as I got out. Again I took his arm as we walked across towards the door. Always the gentleman he reached forward to open it for me. After we got our drinks we moved over towards the bench furthest from the door, the bar was quiet but no-one seemed to be paying us any special attention.

Steve slid in and sat down, I went to sit across from him. He patted the space beside him.

"Why don't you sit here, Yvette"

I hesitated for just a second, then slid into the seat with next to him. As our hips and thighs met I felt a jolt of electricity run through me, almost like the first time I had been on a date. But this was so different, I was being the girl!

As we looked around, Steve leaned over towards me.

"You do realise, Yvette, several of the men in the bar were following you across the bar with their eyes. They were staring at your body and lingering on your lovely legs."

I smiled a smile of satisfaction at the thought.

"In fact, to put it bluntly, I'm rather proud to have such pretty woman here with me. I guarantee most of the guys in here are jealous. They'd all just love to screw you!!"

While the thoughts of being looked at by the men in the bar were drifting through my mind I wanted to tell Steve how happy I was to be there with him. I reached down to place my red-nailed hand on his thigh and gave his leg a slight squeeze.

"Yvette, this will take a bit of getting used to. I'm not sure how to act or react with you, my eyes tell me you're a woman but my head says - well - I don't know what it's saying! It certainly doesn't involve my assistant George!"

"Steve, I'm both, right now. I'm George and Yvette, but I need to be treated like a woman, I want to be looked at - as a woman."

"Oh shit!"

Steve suddenly looked upset. He was staring across the bar.

"What is it?"

"It's Jim Ferris, from the Coventry office. He's seen us."

I'd never met Jim Ferris but I'd heard about him. I managed to glimpse him out of the corner of my eye. He was on his own and from what I could see he was thinking about coming over towards us. I took a deep breath and slid closer to Steve and leaned over to nibble his ear sexily.

"Steve, put your hand on my leg" I whispered.

"I'm, well, heck Yvette, this is difficult for me. I mean - you look - amazing! Really!

"Steve, trust me. Just do it!"

I didn't look, I moved in to gently kiss Steve's neck.

"Now slide it up a bit, under my skirt!"

"Oh shit, Yvette!" My 'date' was clearly concerned. I looked across, Jim had moved back towards the other side of the bar.

"It's OK, Steve. Just wanted to be sure, Jim wouldn't have dared disturb the two lovebirds, would he?"

"Wow, Yvette, that was ... Look, let's go back to my house so we can talk about this for a bit, OK?"

Steve paused and looked at me, then I nodded. And I'm pleased to report that as we left the bar his right hand was on the left cheek of my bum. I wondered exactly what Jim Ferris would have thought of that if he noticed!

Steve was smiling as he took my arm and led me to the car. While he drove we spoke little, he couldn't have failed to notice that I hadn't pulled my skirt down. He could see the tops of my stockings and how smooth my legs were. I stole a glance at him as he drove and was pleased to see the effect I was having on him. I squirmed a bit and my skirt rode a bit higher still. I realised maybe I was going too far, after all this guy - my 'date' for the evening - was actually my boss. From then on until we got inside his house I managed to restrain my tranny instincts and stop the flirting with him.

Steve took the key and opened the door, when he closed it behind us I spun into his arms and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Steve, thank you so much for that, it was totally thrilling. The answer to a transvestite's prayer."

"You're welcome. And thank you for such an amazing evening."

We sat and chatted a bit more for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, we did have one more drink though neither of us got even tipsy. In both our cases I think the nervous energy we were using up was increasing our metabolisms and breaking down the alcohol. Eventually though, as all things have to come to an end, I noticed the time on the clock on the mantelpiece.

"Steve, didn't you say Jean would be back at about half past twelve? If I'm going to change I'd better make a start now. "

Jim hadn't noticed the time but as soon as he did he himself became agitated.

"Oh hell, you're right, Yvette. She'll be back in less than an hour."

He turned towards me and held out both hands. I took them and waited. I knew what had to come.

"Yvette, before you change, can I ask you? For one kiss?"

I'd been so hoping that would happen. OK so the evening was nearly at an end but there remained the one final opportunity to be a woman.

I slid my hands round my boss's neck and moved my lips towards his. He kissed me back and felt my tongue between his lips and my groin pushing against his, I was determined to make the most of my final moments of the evening as 'Yvette'. Steve slid his hand down to my bum and pulled me close. My hand slid between us and grabbed his hardening bulge

I backed off. It had to end there and then. I kept hold of one of his hands as I walked towards the door. I released his fingers from mine and turned to go up the stairs and end my totally exciting evening.

The phone rang. Steve answered it. Then he turned and walked away from me into the kitchen. I wondered if it was maybe a business call, unlikely though that was at such a time in the evening.

I was still waiting by the door into the hall when Steve returned. He placed the phone carefully in the cradle and then turned to face me.

"That was Jean. She's hooked up with an old friend at the meeting she's been to. She's been invited to stay the night so they can chat about old times."

"So when will she be back?"

Steve paused. "About noon tomorrow."

I stood there, wondering what he was going to say. He wanted to say it but he couldn't. He may have been my boss, the man used to making decisions but he couldn't. I knew I would have to decide for him, for us.

"So I don't need to go."

"No" was all he could say in reply. He moved towards me. I reached my arms round his neck again and kissed him, gently, then harder, then passionately as his tongue sought mine and his hand this time slid all the way up my leg and under my skirt to squeeze my bum.

"Well, darling?" I had to say. The way forward was clear, I'd given Steve all the signals and he'd clearly responded.

"Well Yvette?" he replied, without imagination really. But I didn't care, I was engrossed in the moment, the long moment, the foreplay. I slid my own hand down and stroked his now-obvious bulge with my decorated fingers.

"Be careful, Yvette, I'm close!" I smiled

"Well we can't have that" I said.

I led him over to the sofa and reached down to undo the belt on his trousers. Together we pulled them down, then I slid his pants down over his hard cock and allowed it to spring free. I looked up smiled and then touched the tip with my tongue to taste the drop of pre-cum. Ever so slowly I slid my mouth over his cock. Sitting there watching his cock disappearing into my mouth, Steve shuddered.

"Yvette, that feels so wonderful." I held his balls and pulled him into me, he was already on a knife edge and it wouldn't be long before he came.

"Oh Lord! Yvette, that is so good, but I'm going to cum soon". I slid him out of my mouth and grinned up at him.

"So cum then, my lover, I want you to last longer the next time so we may as well clear this up!"

I slid my mouth all the way down to his balls and began to suck him harder. I moved my hands onto his bum and pulled him deep into me with each stroke. I felt the cum rising in his balls as my mouth coaxed his load from him. He grabbed my head and started to thrust deeply into my mouth as his sperm welled from his cock

"Yes! Yes! oh that's it! OHH!!!"

As I felt Steve's balls tighten I sucked for all I was worth and was rewarded with jet after jet of hot juice spraying into my mouth. I gulped as I tried to swallow it all and kept on sucking him as hard as I could, fucking the last drops of cum from him with my mouth. Steve gasped from the intensity of it.

"Oh Yvette, I've never been blown like this before!! Whoa girl!"

I kissed him, letting my cum-coated tongue slide into his mouth. We separated at last, both of us sated - but still hungry.

"Yvette, let's go to the bedroom."

I took Steve's hand and he led me up the stairs. As soon as we got into the bedroom I pushed him back onto the bed.

"Now you just sit there for a moment while I get a bit more comfortable."

I unfastened my blouse and then my skirt, strangely feeling the need to turn my back to him as I did so. I slid my skirt off, letting his eyes wander over my bum. I looked in the mirror and grinned at him as his eyes devoured me. I turned

Steve could only look at me, taking in the smooth skin, the stockings, he stood and took me into his arms and kissed me.

"Yvette. Really, right now, I have to say it. you are beautiful!"

His lips wandered down my neck and shoulder, his hand slid down me back then over the smooth curve of me arse. Then he knelt before me.

"I need to see. May I, Yvette?"

I nodded my assent, he hooked his fingers in my panties and slowly slid them over my stocking clad thighs, my smooth cock slowly rising from between my legs. I watched him unsure of what his reaction would be to the loss of the illusion, there was no mistake it was a cock and an erect one at that. Not surprisingly. I held my breath hoping that the magic would last. He looked at my hardening cock, perhaps a little unsure of how he felt. I could see he was very he was aroused as he bent forward and took me into his mouth and gently sucked.

I threw my head back and moaned, it was as if my erect member was on fire in his mouth, the relief of the moment and the joy washed over me letting me abandon myself to his ministrations. He grabbed my bum and pulled me into his mouth as I had him, he was almost frantic now. He paused though and looked up into my eyes.

He looked up at me, he didn't need to ask. He plunged me in and out of his mouth burying me deep in his mouth with each stroke feeling my cock throb and my balls tighten as I began to cum.

"Oh yes!! Steve! Steve! Make it happen! Oh! Ohhhhh!!"

I was at his mercy, my cock was pumping out what seemed like endless jets of cum into his sucking mouth. I could feel each blast as my semen moved up my shaft and into the waiting cauldron of his mouth. Finally I was spent and fell back on the bed, he moved over me and kissed me, letting drops of cum coat our lips and tongues as we gave ourselves up to the moment.

As we lay there kissing each other and relishing the taste of cum between us I could feel Steve's throbbing cock pulsing against my own.

"Hmmm, my darling. I know what we can do with that!"

I reached down to caress Steve's half-aroused member, looking into his eyes and then gently caressing his neck with my smooth lips. I pulled away for a moment.

"Steve, I want you to make love to me like a woman, I need to be filled with you".

Steve let his hand slide over my smooth bum until the tip of his finger was touching me puckered opening, he slowly worked it into the tight opening bit by bit. Maybe he was wondering how he would ever get his cock into such a small hole. He worked at my arse-hole, feeling it become softer and looser. He sat up and moved me on my back, holding my ankles as he spread me open before him.

He leaned forward and placed the tip of his cock against my wet 'pussy' and slowly began to push in, watching as the tip pushed in, then feeling the warm embrace of my hole as his knob went in. I just couldn't believe the feeling, first a bit of pain when the head of Steve's cock went in, and then the wonderful feeling as it slid deep into me and finally bumped into my prostrate.

"Oh yes Steve! Fuck me, I need to be fucked hard, use my pussy... please!!"

Steve put my legs up over his shoulders and let his cock sink into my bum as far as it would go. The tightness was almost more than I could bear and as he stroked in and out of me I could feel his balls tightening

"Oh Lord, you are so tight, I can feel a load building in my balls" Steve murmured as he ploughed into me hard.

"Yes! Yes! That's the way Steve, fuck me!"

I reached down and grabbed my bum-cheeks, and pulled my cheeks apart letting him go as deep as he could. As I felt the tip of his cock bouncing off my prostrate, I could feel my own cum rising again as my prostrate was being massaged

"I'm going to cum again, Steve!! Yes! Yes! Deeper! Deeper up my cunt! YES!!!"

With that, a jet of cum sprayed from my cock all over my breasts, then my cock pulsed spurt after spurt of semen with each plunge of Steve's cock in my bum. As he pounded into me he saw my cum begin to spray and it triggered him

"Yes, Yvette. Here it comes! Now! Now! Ohhh!!!"

Pulse after pulse sprayed into me as he plunged in up to his balls.

"Yes! Yes! I can feel it oh yes!!"

I felt each spurt of Steve's hot juice as it washed over my prostrate, my own cock still sprayed a small drop with each push of him into me until I was drained completely. He collapsed on me, cock still deeply buried in me. I could feel my semen-covered cock sandwiched between us, hot and deliciously sticky. I wrapped my legs around my lover and held him close, not wanting the moment to end.

I woke as the sunshine was creeping in between the curtains. I wondered just where I was but just for a moment. I turned my head and looked at the closed eyes of my lover. Steve. My boss. Memories and feelings flooded back into my mind, I just had to smile. What had started out as an unauthorised surfing session at work had ended up - being a woman and being bedded by my boss!

I slid out of bed, Steve must have tucked me in, after such an experience I was a little sore but totally satisfied and I'd not woken. I turned and looked in the tall mirror on the wardrobe. My make-up was slightly spoiled but to be honest, not much. I stood and admired my 'look' and my figure, even after such a somewhat violent experience.

The clock in the bedroom showed almost eight o'clock. Since Jean had said noon, I reckoned I should be out of there by eleven. But looking back at the bed and at Steve's sleeping form I realised there was much to be done. I grabbed my platform heels, realising I'd still been wearing them while Steve fucked me so he must have taken them off before he'd settled to sleep beside me. I skipped out and through to the guest bedroom. There was a decision to be made. To leave before Steve woke up? To leave as Yvette or - I didn't like the thought - as Yvette? I decided.

There were going to have to be other decisions to be made. Our relationships, plural, had changed, between George and his boss Mr Willis and between Yvette and her lover Steve. Where did Jean come into this? Steve had been unfaithful to his wife. I felt a brief twinge of guilt until I realised, selfishly, that it was more important to me that I'd just experienced the most intense sexual night of my life. Yes, selfish, but right then I didn't care. I thought of my lover Steve on the bed in the next room. Other things would have to wait, there was much to be done right there and then.

I'd have to clean up properly later, a superficial job would have to do for now. I stripped and had half a shower, it would have to suffice. I slid on my purple bra and thong set, then the second-best black stockings I'd rejected the evening before. My purple silk blouse and black mini-skirt came next followed by the black high heels and a change of jewellery. Even then and there, in such an excited state and in such a hurry, tranny decisions were being made, the shoes matched the skirt, the blouse went with the lingerie, the change in jewellery co-ordinated. I rapidly refreshed my make-up and threw all my other tranny clothes into my case and then headed down the stairs.

Kettle on, bread in toaster, I grabbed our glasses from the living room and moved them into the kitchen. I was pleased to see that although the washing machine wasn't the same as my own it was the same make as my mother's. I could work it. I poured two large black coffees and headed back upstairs.

Steve was still sleeping. I leant to kiss his cheek softly. He stirred and smiled, still in the land of nod.

"Steve." no reply. "Steve!!" a little louder, then - "STEVE!"

He stirred.

"Come on baby, time to get up. Things to do." I thrust a coffee mug in his direction.

"Oh wow. Yvette. You look...."

"Later baby. Come on. UP!!"

I pulled the bedclothes from him. He was naked, and he was erect.

"OK lover, calm down. No shagging this morning. Up, baby, and into the shower with you!"

Steve stirred and sat up on the edge of the bed. He looked at the clock. He woke up very quickly but I could see why, as he looked at my long legs, lascivious thoughts were zooming through his head.

"Yvette, last night was - amazing. Look, we've four hours until my wife gets back. We could...."

"No we couldn't. Come on, shower and dress. Pronto."

"Why the hurry?" He was still erect, even more so. I had to smile, the sight of a woman - and there and then I was being in so many senses a woman - in a miniskirt with bulging tits was having the same effect on Steve as it has on so many men. He was thinking with his cock, not his head.

"Because Jean may leave early. She may be here at half-eleven or something, I've got to be gone by then and this place has to be sorted first."

"Sorted? What do you mean?"

"I mean, Steve my darling, that these bed-sheets are covered, with cum and with lipstick, and make-up and blood and shit and sweat. And so is your shirt, and that means we've got some laundry to do. So, stud, out of bed with you and into the shower. Move!"

I reached down to grab Steve's balls and pulled gently, he just had to stand up. As he headed for the shower I pulled off the sheet, and then with the pillowcases headed back down to the kitchen. He did shower and dress, I did get the wash on, and half an hour later we were sitting facing each other across the breakfast bar. I was having another coffee, Steve was munching on his toast and honey.

"I never realised I like honey, Yvette" was his rather banal comment.

I grinned across at him. "You have to like it if you're my boyfriend. It gives you energy, and you need the energy my love."

Steve was silent for a moment. "You know what, Yvette?"

"What?"

"We sound just like a married couple."

"Well Steve, stranger things have happened. Meanwhile, come on let's finish clearing up down here and then get the sheet into the drier. Remember what I said - if Jean asks why you've put clean sheets on, and she's bound to be suspicious of a man being so thoughtful, you spilt coffee or something."

"Yvette. How come you're being so practical?"

I really didn't know how to reply. I suppose it kept my mind busy and stopped me worrying and thinking about my emotional state, about my feelings for the man I was with, my lover, the first man to penetrate my anus.

Practicality won out a short while later too, as we surveyed the lounge and the kitchen and the bathrooms and the two bedrooms, making sure they were exactly as Jean would expect to see them. But it was Steve's suggestion this time.

"I think I'd better run you home as you are, Yvette. Given the time, and that you'd need to clean up in the guest room."

I'd already considered that as a possibility. I shoved, rather than packed, my male clothes into my case and Steve drove me home. I managed to sneak in without the neighbours noticing, not that they'd have recognised the leggy blonde entering with Steve. Inside the door I turned towards him.

"You said 'boyfriend' earlier, Yvette" commented Steve.

"Later, We'll talk about it later."

"When can I see you again? I mean, this can't just be a one-off, surely!"

As Steve slid his hands round my waist I leaned across and firmly and with intent pressed my lips to his and invaded his mouth with my tongue. He pulled me close and joined in the kiss, I could feel a slight stirring between his legs, and between mine.

"I don't suppose ....?" he asked, sliding his hand round to cup my balls through my silky thong.

"No!" I replied. "There isn't time right now. And anyway I don't want you smelling of sex when Jean gets home. Give her a good screwing tonight, won't you?"

"I'll be thinking of you when I'm in her, Yvette. I know that."

"Good, it sounds like she's going to have a rather full pussy before you're finished with her. Anyway, off home to your wife now, darling. And to answer your question, I don't know when but this was definitely not a one-night stand. "Bye babe."

One final brief kiss and Steve was off, and I was left to reflect on the events of the previous fifteen-or-so hours. I pottered round for a couple of hours, sorted my own laundry, and then changed. For almost the first time, I regretted very much having to abandon, however temporarily, my sexy girly lingerie and all the accoutrements. So it was 'George' who had some lunch, went briefly down to the local shops, and eventually settled on the sofa to watch the rugby later that afternoon.

The doorbell rang. When I opened it, there on the step was a delivery guy with a large bunch of red roses.

"Er - these are for ..." He looked down at the sheet he was carrying. "Yvette."

"She's not here right now" was all I could say in reply. I signed his sheet, he was happy with that and almost ran back to his small van.

I looked at the note with the flowers. It just said 'For Y..... XXX..... S.'

He was being careful. Despite my appearance, despite what the delivery guy had seen, I knew that right there and then I was indeed a very happy woman.

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