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Date: Tue, 29 Feb 2000 15:35:14 PST

From: Aleisha James

Subject: "A Summer in Satin"

A Summer in Satin

by Aleisha James

We rolled over so that Sally was on top, her knees clutching

at my sides. She reared back as I continued to move my hips

rhythmically. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back as she

looked up at the ceiling before falling forward to kiss me as I

raised my face to meet hers. Grunting with passion I strained to

reach her magnificent breasts with my lips. She placed one hand

under her left breast and lifted it towards me. Her nipples were

fully erect and she moaned as I flicked my tongue over her

protruding teat.

Her satin soft skin felt warm and sensual beneath my lips and

hands. She began to gasp for breath as our motion quickened.

Suddenly she rolled over, taking me with her. Now I was back on

top, and she threw her hands out to her sides, grasping and

tearing at the sheets as our beast with two backs neared climax. I

drove into her with increasing force, my own passion beginning to

overwhelm me. She shuddered and cried out just as I came! I

continued pumping for several strokes, and then, exhausted,

lowered my body on top of hers.

We lay in each others' arms, as I gently kissed the sweat from

her neck. She held me tight when I tried to roll off, and we laid

still for several minutes.

She let me roll off the second time I tried and I looked at

the clock. It was almost 2:30: I had a class at 3:15.

"Time to go!" I said as I climbed out of bed and walked to the

bathroom.

"I just have time for a shower before heading to class"

She slowly followed me into the bathroom and sat on the toilet

as I opened the shower door and turned on the water.

I waited for a moment, until the water was warm and then

entered the shower. I had barely gotten my hair wet when I heard

the shower door open and sensed her climbing in with me.

We kissed, with water running over our faces and bodies. She

picked up the soap and gently washed me all over. I found myself

getting hard again, and she playfully squeezed my cock while

kissing me warmly.

What with me taking my turn soaping her as well and each of us

drying the other with a towel, it was past 3 o'clock by the time I

left her apartment. I was going to be late for class, but it was

well worth it. Indeed, I spent most of my time in class wondering,

not for the first time, how it was that she had chosen me as her

boyfriend.

Sally Green could have had almost any man she wanted. She was

an extremely intelligent young woman who was even more beautiful

than she was smart. I, on the other hand, was perhaps as smart as

she was, but nobody would confuse me for a male model or a jock.

We were almost the same height. She stood maybe an inch

shorter than my 5ft 7inches and when we wrestled as part of our

sex play I found that she possessed nearly as much strength as I

did. She had been a swimmer when she was in high school and she

had the broad shoulders typical of women athletes. The nearest I

had come to being on any school team was playing chess in the

chess club. Not that I hadn't tried. But I simply lacked the

physique to compete athletically.

I would never had had the courage to ask Sally out. It was she

who asked me for a date, and I had come close to turning her down,

fearing that it was some kind of joke. But she convinced me that

she was more interested in a man's intellect than in his physical

appearance. She also told me that I was mistaken to think that

beautiful women always had it easy when it came to dating. Most

men felt they had no chance, so they never dared to approach her,

while most of those who felt able to do so were egotistical jerks

in whom she had no interest. Men whose egos were all wrapped up in

how virile or masculine they were held no interest for her.

So she had learned that if she liked someone, she often had to

make the first move.

I was so happy that she had done so. We had been dating for

six weeks now, and had gone to bed for the first time three weeks

ago. Now we had sex almost every day, and I was happier than I

could remember. I suspected that my marks would suffer; I could

hardly remember the last time I had puled a long study session,

and finals were coming up soon. I should have been worried, but I

wasn't.

What did have me worried was that summer vacation would start

right after the exams were over. Sally had told me that she would

be spending the summer in Europe with her parents who had a place

in the south of France. They planned to be there for almost six

months, although Sally would return early to return to school in

the fall. There was no way that I could go, even if I were

invited. So I would be apart, and who knew whether her attraction

to me would survive.

She assured me that she was falling in love with me and that

we would be together again in September. I needed her so much that

I pretended to myself as well as to her that I believed her. It

was the only way I could contemplate the coming void in my life. I

believe that I was by then addicted to her. Perhaps that is what

infatuation is: physical addiction.

Whatever it was, we continued to see each other and make love

throughout exam time. We were able to slow down enough to do some

studying and I felt that I had probably scraped through all my

courses, although with much lower marks than I had expected just

two months ago.

Sally hardly spoke about her impending trip to Europe during

those last few weeks. Then on what was going to be our last night,

after one of our best sessions of love-making, she turned to me

and looked me in the eyes.

You would have had to be there to appreciate my situation. I

had been experiencing a mixture of warm contentment and mild

depression. My beautiful lover was lying next to me, our mingled

perspiration cooling on our skin. I could feel one of her breasts

pressing lightly against my chest, and her left arm lay across my

body. Her blue eyes looked into mine from a distance of maybe six

inches.

"Baby, I'm not going to Europe" she said.

Hope flared inside me like a match in a darkened room. I

looked back at her, my body tensing as I waited for the rest of

it.

"I'm staying at home. I'll have the whole place to myself. I

want you to come stay with me"

It was a fantasy come true. An entire summer with Sally; just

the two of us in what I understood to be a palatial country

estate. Did I mention earlier that her parents were rich?

"I'd love to Sally, but I've got to work this summer. I can't

afford not to work if I want to come back here in September"

Did I mention earlier that my family was not rich?

"You don't have to, darling" she said. "We normally pay

several people to look after the house in the summer. There's a

couple who look after the inside of the house and two fellows who

look after the outside, the garden and the pool and so on. Nothing

special; we use contractors from the village to do most of the

work. It's just that Daddy doesn't like to let things slide over

the summer. I've got you an outside job"

I looked at her as my inner world brightened with every word I

heard.

"That is, if you want to spend time with me" she pouted.

Sally pouting is an awesome sight, and my doubts vanished.

I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. I felt my

body respond and within moments we were making love again.

So it was that I arrived at the Green estate one late May

morning. Sally had driven up earlier while I stayed behind to

smooth over my dropping my summer job and to try to get my deposit

for the summer rent back from my landlord.

She must have been waiting for me because she greeted me as I

climbed out of my car, which I had parked next to her new-model

Mustang at a parking area to the left of the circular driveway.

I kissed her and then looked at the imposing residence where I

was to spend the next few months.

It looked older than I had expected, more like what I imagined

an English manor might look like than a California mansion. Ivy

clung tightly to the faded red brick facade, and wisteria, or some

similar vine, wrapped around trellises beside the upper windows.

Broad, curved steps led to the enormous doors, while the house

stretched out in either direction for many feet. I was to learn

that there were over fifty rooms in this gigantic structure,

although many of them were closed in the absence of the family.

There were several suites of rooms for visitors, which Sally told

me were rarely used.

"It's way too big. I think that's why my folks spend so much

time abroad. They should sell it but Daddy says they'd never get

enough for it"

She led me inside, where we were greeted by a woman

apparently in her mid fifties, with short gray hair and a navy

blue suit with a knee-length skirt.

"This is Mrs. Jansen" Sally said as she introduced us.

"Mrs. Jansen and her husband will be looking after us this

summer"

"Pleased to meet you" Mrs. Jansen said, extending her hand for

me to shake.

Wow! I thought to myself. This is like something out of the

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Domestic servants!

I kept those thoughts to myself and said hello to Mrs. Jansen

while looking about me.

The inside of the house was as impressive as the outside. The

entrance led into a large, high lobby, with tiled floor and

expensive looking paneling on the walls, which in turn were

covered with elaborately framed paintings. Vases of freshly cut

flowers added both color and fragrance to the space. A wide spiral

staircase led upwards at the right rear of the entrance, will open

double doors on either side led into rooms which I could barely

glimpse. A hallway extended back into the house to the left of the

spiral staircase.

"Mr. Hutcheon will be able to handle his own bags, Mrs.

Jansen" Sally informed her.

"Very well, Miss Sally" she replied, turning to walk down the

hallway.

I turned to look at Sally, and she embraced me. After a long,

lingering kiss, she told me that I had better get my bags from my

car and she would show me where I would be staying.

After I had retrieved my two bags, she led me up the staircase

and down a long hallway punctuated by doors on either side. There

were two doors at the end, facing each other. She opened the one

on the left and let me enter first.

It was a large, airy room decorated in a somewhat spartan

fashion. A King-size bed took up much of the space at the far end,

and there were two antique-looking dressers, with brass handles on

the drawers.

The floor was hardwood, but was covered by a large rug, which

from its rich colors and elaborate design I suspected was Persian.

To my left, as I walked in, were a series of closet doors and in

the corner was a doorway which I saw led to a full bathroom. Two

large windows allowed ample light into the room and gave a view

out of the front of the house. I could tell that I was in a room

on the far left corner as one looked at the house from outside. I

put down my bags and walked to the nearest window. I could see the

well-tended driveway, the manicured lawns and the heavily treed

wooded area through which I had driven minutes before. There was

no sign of any other habitation.

I turned back to look at Sally, who was still standing in the

doorway.

"Do you like it?" she said.

I was wondering where she was staying, because there was no

sign of her presence in this room. I knew, from having spent a

great deal of time in her apartment that she tended to fill up her

bedroom with her belongings.

"It's great" I said.

"But what?" she asked, coming over to me and giving me a

gentle kiss.

"You look disappointed"

"Well, where's your room?" I asked. I tried without success to

keep my tone light.

"I'm right across the hall, silly" she said. "we can't live in

the same room; not with Mrs. Jansen here. She's known me all my

life and I love her, but we have to keep up appearances. Besides I

had to promise Daddy that I'd never let a boy sleep in my room!"

"Oh" was all I said.

"Come on" she said, pulling me by the hand.

"I'll show you where you'll be spending most of your nights"

I was able to laugh along with her as she led me across the

hall into her room.

"What are you going to tell Daddy?" I said.

"Don't worry about that. You'll understand soon enough" was

her cryptic response.

There was no mistaking the two rooms; they couldn't have been

further apart in appearance, even though her room was laid out as

the mirror image of my.

Where my room had hardwood and a rug, the floor of her room

was covered by an expanse of deep plush carpet, creamy-white on

color. Our beds occupied the same space, but hers was something

out of a fairy-tale. It was an enormous four-poster canopy bed,

with heavy silk the same color as the carpet hanging in flounces

from the corner posts and forming a cream-white tented roof over

the bed. The heavy silk was lined with gold-colored lace along its

edges, which hung in scalloped curves from what I assumed were

railings hidden beneath the silk, running around the exterior of

the bed from the tops of the posts.

The bed itself was covered by a snow-white satin bedspread,

and pillows were heaped at the head. Two stuffed teddy-bears

leaned against the pillows. They looked somewhat the worse for

wear, but were obviously much-loved reminders of her childhood.

The rest of the room was just as lavishly furnished. Where my

room featured two antique dressers, she had one long low dresser

and two taller ones, all in a deep, polished mahogany. Two

armchairs, upholstered in the omnipresent cream silk stood facing

each other across a low, circular glass-topped table on which a

vase of flowers rested. The windows were curtained with delicate

sheers and heavy drapes in a light gold which matched the lace on

the bed canopy. Broad sashes in the same heavy silk held the

drapes back from the windows. Sunlight filters by the sheers gave

a warm feeling to the room. I could make out through that

diaphanous material, long, sloping lawns ending in a formal

garden.

Mirrored closet doors lined the wall to the right of the

doorway and a private bathroom opened off the room much as mine

did.

"Isn't this gorgeous?" she asked. I nodded mutely.

"I asked Daddy if I could have a room like this, and he had it

done for me when I was twelve. It's absolutely perfect!"

"Now, come on and I'll show you the rest of the house and then

I'll take you outside. That's where you'll be working!"

She showed me room after room, and I knew that I was seeing

only part of the house. There was a huge formal living room, with

several couches and a gigantic fireplace. The grand piano which

stood at one end of the room looked tiny in that space. We poked

our head in her father's study; a very masculinely-furnished room

in dark woods and rich leather. An impressive computer setup was

the only concession to the late twentieth century in that room.

The kitchen was Mrs. Jansen's domain, although I learned that

Mrs. Jansen served as cook only in the absence of the family. The

family had a full-time cook who traveled with them whenever they

went away for an extended period.

I was getting overwhelmed by the number and the sumptuousness

of the rooms and it was with a sigh of relief that I followed

Sally out into the garden at the back of the house. As we set

foot out of the kitchen, we walked across a large stone patio and

down a short flight of stairs to the lawn. To my left I saw a

white trellis fence, through which an open gate revealed what

looked like an Olympic size swimming pool, surrounded by the usual

collection of loungers and chairs. Several tables stood shaded

against the noon-sun by colorful umbrellas. Large potted plants

added varied green to the blue of the water and the grays and

whites of the concrete decking and the furniture.

The pool looked inviting, but Sally tore me away from it,

saying that I had to learn where everything was.

It didn't take long before I realized that no one man,

especially someone with no experience, could possibly look after

the outside of the house and I expressed my doubts while Sally was

showing me through the equipment building. There were two new John

Deere lawn tractors, and a variety of add-on attachments. There

were gas-powered weed-eaters, ladders, a wide variety of garden

implements, rolled up hoses, and a bewildering selection of

fertilizers, pesticides, herbicides, and other chemicals. The

controls for the sprinkling system would not have looked out of

place in a chemical refinery!

"There's no way I can handle all this, even if there are two

of us. I wouldn't know what I was doing" I said.

"Don't worry, honey" she replied.

"I only told you that you would be doing the outside work

because I didn't want you to feel that you were going to be free-

loading. I know how proud you are of working your way through

school. You will have to do some of the work, but we have two

full-time men to do most of it. They're not here today, because I

wanted to tell you after you saw how big a job it was. I didn't

think you'd understand until you actually saw the property"

I was relieved to hear this news, although slightly perturbed

that she had misled me.

After a further tour of the premises, during which I became

even more relieved that I was not going to be solely responsible

for their upkeep, we returned to the kitchen, where Mrs. Jansen

fed us a late lunch.

The rest of the day passed quietly, and we had an informal

dinner, before retiring to be. I was disappointed when Sally

kissed me goodnight outside of our doors. Her body language made

it plain that I was not invited in.

I tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling

asleep.

It was just after 3 am, according to the luminescent clock

face on the night-stand when I awoke to the sensation of someone

sliding into bed with me. I could tell immediately that it was

Sally, her scent alerted me even before she whispered to me.

I was sleeping in the nude; a habit which Sally had encouraged

in me. She was wearing something very silky and I enjoyed the

sensations I felt as she snuggled up to me. I got an immediate

erection and pressed hard against her.

"Mikey likes it" she said, with a low laugh.

"You're right" I replied. "Mikey really likes it"

She pulled me close and kissed me hard on the lips.

"Let's see how much Mikey likes it" she said, letting go and

sitting up in bed.

She pulled her baby-doll nightie over her head and handed it to

me. I could barely make out what she was doing in the darkness.

"Put this on for me, sweetie" she said, her voice light.

I felt an unaccustomed fear in my stomach, but I wasn't about

to argue with her. I was so horny, so addicted to her that I would

have done anything she asked.

It took me a few seconds to get the silky garment the right

way around and then I lowered it over my head. I could smell her

scent as the deliciously cool fabric covered my face. Sally helped

me pull the nightie down, with its spaghetti straps lying over my

bare shoulders and the lace hem just below my crotch. My erection

looked very much out of place, straining upwards against the

feminine material.

Any doubt I had about what I was doing was swept away when

Sally hugged me close and plied me with kisses. She lowered one

hand to my groin and began stroking my penis through the silk. I

have never been so aroused. I pushed her down and climbed on top

of her. She was already wet, and ready for me. I plunged inside

her and began moving up and down in that age-old motion.

My orgasm was everything I could have wanted, and I collapsed,

shuddering, on top of her. She held me close, stroking my back

through the silk of my nightie, until I was still. Then I rolled

off of her and we lay in each other's arms. I remember her

whispering her love to me as I fell asleep.

I awoke to the light streaming in through the open windows. I

had neglected to close the drapes the previous evening, but there

were no streetlights or other sources of illumination outside this

remote house to have kept me awake, and it had been a cloudy

night, even though there was no sign of rain.

I lay in bed, feeling contented, even though Sally was no

longer there. She must have left before I awoke.

Perhaps I had heard something from the hallway, perhaps that

had been what awoke me. In any event, I had just woken when the

door opened and Sally bounced in.

She was glowing with happiness, and she looked fit and

energetic in a trim, dark blue running outfit. Her bare legs were

well muscled, yet very shapely, and her shoulder length hair was

tied back in a ponytail. Circles under her armpits and beneath her

breasts showed that she had been exercising, as did the towel

flung casually across her shoulders.

"It's time to get up, sleepyhead. I've brought us some

breakfast" she said as she came over to the bed to kiss me good

morning.

I struggled to sit up as she pulled back the covers. I noticed

Mrs. Jansen looking into the room, carrying what I assumed was a

breakfast tray and it was only then that I realized that I was

still wearing the nightie from last night.

I tried to pull the covers back down, and to lower myself out

of sight, but Sally's grip was too strong. I was fully revealed

from the waist up!

Mrs. Jansen appeared to take no notice even though she was

looking directly at us. She placed the tray on a table and asked

whether that would be all.

Sally thanked her and said that we'd call if we needed

anything else. Mrs. Jansen left, leaving me red-faced with

embarrassment.

Sally was completely unfazed.

"Don't be a wuss" she said. "Mrs. Jansen's seen almost

anything you could imagine.. Seeing you in that pretty little

nightie won't bother her at all!"

I started to take it off, but Sally sat down beside me and

began kissing me, while again stroking me through the silk. Her

proximity caused an immediate and noticeable reaction.

"See.. Mikey really does like it!"

I tried to protest that my reaction had nothing to do with how

I was dressed: that it was her body that elicited my response, but

she shushed me firmly. There was nothing for it but to carry on as

if there was nothing strange going on. I even kept the nightie on

when I went to the bathroom to pee and clean my teeth before

eating.

"Make sure to sit down when you pee!" I heard her call out. I

couldn't tell if she was joking, but I wasn't about to comply with

that request.

We sat with our knees touching as we ate the breakfast which

Mrs. Jansen had provided. I was horny all the way through and was

delighted when Sally climbed into bed and motioned for me to join

her. Our sex was urgent but brief. She was as ready for me as she

had been last night

I went to shower, relieved to take off the nightgown. I took a

long time, as I usually did, The water pressure was surprisingly

strong and there seemed to be an infinite supply of hot water.

Sally was waiting for me as I strode back into my room, stark

naked.

She had her hands behind her back as she stood near the door,

clad in a pink housecoat, with a towel wrapped turban-style around

her hair. She had evidently been showering as well.

"Honey, would you do me a favor?"

"Of course" I answered, more quickly than I should have in

hindsight.

'Wear these for me, will you? I was so turned on last night,

that I just know that the thought of you wearing these all day

will make me so horny for you tonight"

I looked at what she held in her outstretched hand, but I

think I knew what it was before my eyes even registered.

She was holding out a pair of panties. Not a pair of plain

cotton panties, such as she sometimes wore, but a pair of bright

red, silk panties with scalloped lace trim at the waist and around

the leg openings.

She approached me, her tone imploring me to agree.

"Come on, humor me, darling. You won't regret it. And nobody

will know!"

I should have refused, but I couldn't deny Sally anything. I

took them and quickly pulled them up my legs. My penis made an

unsightly bulge, and I was alarmed to see that it began to grow as

I adjusted the silken panties about my waist.

She stood close and kissed me while her hand stroked the front

of my panties. My immediate erection threatened to poke a whole in

them. She knelt in front of me and pulled the waist down, exposing

my rock-hard penis. She took me into her mouth and sucked hungrily

while she stroked my ass with one hand and my balls with the

other. This orgasm was weaker than my last two, but nevertheless I

felt my knees weaken as I came.

She licked me off, and then daintily pushed my now flaccid

penis back between my legs before adjusting my panties.

"Now we've made you look better" she said, before turning to

leave.

"See you downstairs, sweetie" she said over her shoulder.

I finished dressing, choosing a pair of blue jeans and a

casual shirt. I brushed my hair and put on a pair of running shoes

and then went downstairs.

That morning was spent with Curt and Joe, the two brothers who

were responsible for most of the outdoor work. They were almost

like twins, both well over six feet in height and strongly built.

The day was looking to be warm, and they wore cut-offs and tee-

shirts, which revealed heavily muscled legs and arms.

They seemed friendly enough, but they also seemed to go out of

their way to show how much strength was required to perform some

of their work. It was as if they were showing that no academic

nerd like me could or should compete.

I found the experience somewhat intimidating and was relieved

to hear Sally tell me not to pay any attention to them.

'They're nice guys, and their bodies are unbelievable. But I

don't think there's anything between their ears, honey. Not like

you at all! Don't let their macho bullshit get you down. I don't

love you for that side of you"

The unspoken thought occurred to me that it was just as well,

since I was wearing some distinctly non-macho panties. My cheeks

flushed as I imagined what Curt or Joe would say if they found

out.

I was permitted to ride one of the lawn tractors, since the

back lawn needed cutting. It took me more than an hour before I

was finished, and I had to empty the large grass clippings basket

several times. I found it awkward to remove the first time, and it

was while I was struggling with it, sweat from the hot sun beading

on my forehead and making my shirt stick to my back, that Curt

came over and helped.

"Let me" was all he said, as he undid the clips which secured

the basket and effortlessly lifted the fully loaded container off

of the tractor. I found, when I did it the next time, that it must

have weighed seventy-five pounds, but he handled it as if it were

empty. More intimidation!

I realized that jeans and shirt were inappropriate for work

outdoors. Not only was it too hot, but I was also getting my

clothes dirty. But I had not brought any work clothes with me,

which I now realized had been a stupid mistake.

Sally saw how hot I was when I came in after finishing the

back lawn. She asked me how I was making out and I confessed that

I needed to get some more appropriate clothing.

'I need shorts, or cut-offs or something. I'm overheating in

these jeans"

She looked me up and down and then told me to wait there,

because she had thought of something.

She left me at the kitchen table where we had had lunch the

previous day. It was only a few minutes before she returned,

barely enough for me to finish the glass of water I had poured

while she was gone. She had a pair of cut-off jeans and a tee-

shirt in her hands.

"Here, Mike. Try these, I think they'll fit"

I took them and looked them over. They seemed about the right

size. I wasn't happy with the color of the tee-shirt, which was a

faded-out pink, but I thanked her and went to go upstairs to get

changed. She stopped me, telling me not to be silly, and to get

changed right there.

I looked around and saw that we were alone. So I placed the

clothes on the table and pulled of my jeans and shirt as quickly

as I could, worried that someone coming in would see my panties. I

had placed my jeans on the chair where I had been sitting and was

stepping into the cut-offs when Mrs. Jansen walked briskly into

the kitchen.

Not again! I thought to myself. Sure enough, she walked over

to us, looking at us all the time. I pulled the cut-offs up as

fast as possible, but in my haste I over-balanced and nearly fell

to the floor. She had to have seen my underwear; the lace trim

made it impossible to confuse them with anything male.

Once again she displayed no reaction at all, but merely

inquired whether we would be in for dinner. Sally assured her that

we would be dining at home tonight, and she nodded and left.

I finished dressing and Sally gave me a quick peck on the

lips, telling me that I looked great. She even patted my butt as I

turned away to go back out where more lawn-mowing awaited me.

I was tired and sore by the time I finished, and noted with

envy that neither Curt nor Joe seemed at all put out by their much

heavier workload. At one point I thought I saw them looking at me

and laughing, but when I looked again, they were deep in their

work.

I climbed the stairs, heading for my room to shower and

change. Sally intercepted me and told me that we should shower

together, and that we would use her bathroom.

Even though I had had three orgasms in the previous sixteen

hours or so, my body still responded to her. She wouldn't let me

in her room right away.

"You're too dirty, and sweaty to come in here" she said.

She told me to strip in my room, adding that I should take off

my panties as well, since they were probably 'yucky' as well after

the long day.

I did so with relief, which lasted only until I saw the label

on the cut-offs. The jeans from which they had been made were

labeled Jordache, and I knew that Jordache made only girls jeans.

No wonder Curt and Joe had been laughing. I had been wearing a

pink tee-shirt and girl's jeans. Thank god they didn't know about

the panties!

Just then, Sally poked her head into the room and held out a

housecoat, which she told me to put on before crossing the hall to

her room. The housecoat fit well, but the color was a pale yellow,

and it had small ruffles of lace around the collar and the cuffs

of the sleeves. It was definitely not a man's garment.

Once inside her room, she led me into the bathroom and we

climbed into the shower. Her naked body always took my breath

away. I took hold of the soap and gently washed her body, kissing

and nibbling as I did so. She in turn washed me, and seemed to

especially enjoy washing my penis, squeezing it gently in her hand

as she smiled at me, water running down our faces and over our

eyes.

We took turns drying each other with the beach-size fluffy

towels. I had hoped that we would have sex before going downstairs

for dinner, but she steered me away, with the promise of 'later'.

As I was leaving she handed me another pair of panties; these

in ivory silk with white lace. I took them obediently and headed

back to my room.

Dinner was excellent, although I was finding it difficult to

concentrate. The combination of her promise and the feel of the

fresh panties combined to keep me excited all meal.

I met Mr. Jansen for the first time that evening. He acted as

butler, bringing us each plate as we made our way through the

meal. Sally's manner towards him was friendly but both he and she

acted as if they recognized that there was a true 'Upstairs-

Downstairs' difference, or barrier, between them. She seemed more

distant to him than she had been to his wife.

The meal drew to a close and we went to the 'media room' to

watch a movie. I would have preferred to head straight to bed, but

Sally said that she felt like watching a comedy. She fussed over

what seemed like an enormous selection of DVD discs before firing

up the gigantic screen. I had never been in a real home theater

before and was amazed at the quality and size of the picture as

well as the concert hall feel of the sound.

She had selected Victor/Victoria, an old gender-bending

romantic comedy with Julie Andrews and Robert Garner.

I felt a trifle uncomfortable since I thought that this was

too close to what was going on here. In the movie Julie Andrews is

a woman who plays a man dressing as a woman. I was a man wearing

at least some woman's clothing, and I felt awkward. Was Sally

trying to prove a point?

I was thankful when the movie ended, although Sally had seemed

impervious to my discomfort. We walked upstairs, hand in hand and

she allowed me to accompany her into her bedroom.

I helped her undress, as I had so many times in the past, and

she in turn helped me. She turned away before I was completely

naked and she climbed into bed. I finished undressing, taking off

my panties as the last item, and then I climbed in after her.

She had satin sheets and they felt smooth and silky against my

bare skin. I was looking forward to making love on these sheets,

but she rolled away when I moved towards her.

"What's wrong" I asked, concern mingling with frustration in

my voice.

She said nothing. I stroked her back, hoping for a response

but she remained silent and unresponsive.

I looked around, as if perhaps I could find a clue somewhere

in her room. My eyes lighted upon a gorgeous pale blue nightgown,

in gleaming satin, with froths of pale cream lace at the bodice

and hem.

I lay there for a moment as I thought back to last night. I

made up my mind. She had been so excited by my wearing feminine

articles of clothing that perhaps she would respond to my wearing

that confection of satin and lace. It should at least be good for

a smile.

I climbed back out of bed, but she didn't even look at me. I

picked up the nightgown, wondering at it's lightness and the feel

of its fabric. I pulled it over my head, taking care with the thin

straps which rested over my shoulders. It was almost the same

length as the one she had me wear last night, but it felt even

more delicious against my skin. My already erect penis rose even

higher as I stepped back towards the bed.

She rolled over to look at me as I climbed back in. Her eyes

widened and she spread her arms to take me into her embrace.

"Oh, Darling. Thank you.. thank you" she said as she smothered

me in kisses.

Our sex started fast and furious but then she pushed me back

and asked me to slow down. She wanted us to take our time, to make

love with tenderness and feeling.

"Not like some macho yob" she said.

"I want you to love me tenderly. Imagine you're a girl.. make

love slowly, sensually"

I was frantic with desire, and acting like a girl was the

furthest thing from my mind. Yet I knew I had to seem to comply,

to keep her happy and anything that would prolong sex with Sally

was okay with me.

She slowed me down, at one point easing my cock out of her and

whispering to me that I should learn more about foreplay.

"When women make love to each other" she said, her lips close

to my ear "they use their lips, their tongues and their fingers.

Let me show you how"

She proceeded to take my hand in hers and guided me over her

labia and her clitoris. She showed me how to use my fingers to

stimulate her and then she urged me to go down and worship her

with my mouth.

By now the sheets and bedding were thrown back and I clambered

over her to place my face between her thighs.

I buried my face in her warm, moist and fragrant pubic hair,

my lips searching out her clitoris. At the same time I felt her

lips close around my penis and we were soon fully engaged in

soixante-neuf!

Her sweat-slick body was heaving rhythmically beneath me and I

was nearing orgasm when I felt her hand roam towards my arse.

Suddenly, just as we were each reaching climax, she probed my

rectum with her fingers. I came spasmodically, almost pulling away

from her mound in reaction to the unexpected invasion of my body.

I had never felt anything like it, and I couldn't have said

whether I liked it or not. It was too intense and too wrapped up

with my orgasm.

We lay motionless for a while and then she crawled around so

that we lay side-by-side. She smiled at me, thanking me for the

best sex yet.

I sat up and thought about removing my nightgown, but I

suspected that she would disapprove. Satiated with sex, I felt an

overpowering desire to please her, so I snuggled up to her and we

fell asleep in an untidy array on the disordered bed.

It was again daylight when I woke. Mrs. Jansen was knocking on

the door, which she opened and entered, carrying the usual

breakfast tray. Sally stirred beside me and asked Mrs. Jansen to

put the tray on the table and we'd bring it down when we were

finished.

This was the third time Mrs. Jansen had seen me wearing

feminine clothing and as always she gave no sign of any reaction.

I guess I was becoming inured to the experience, since I made no

move to cover myself.

I did mention to Sally that Mrs. Jansen seemed completely

undisturbed by seeing us in bed together.

'She's been with us longer than I've been alive. She knows

everything about me, and so long as I keep up some appearances, I

can get away with anything! That's why you have to have your own

room, but so long as you want to, you can spend every night in

here with me"

"Baby, you know I want to!"

We laughed together and then settled down to breakfast. Sally

complimented me on how well the nightgown fit and how good it

looked on me. She reached over several times to stroke me through

the material and I have to admit that it felt good.

She paused, with a piece of toast halfway to her mouth.

"There is one thing that I'd really like you to do before

getting dressed. It would make me feel so much happier next time

we make love"

"What's that, honey?"

"When we went down on each other, I found the hair on your

legs really bothered me. I just don't like the bristly feel. Would

you be a dear and shave all over for me."

She must have seen the look of doubt on my face.

"Don't worry about what anyone else thinks. You know I love

you. And everyone knows that we're lovers so even Curt and Joe

can't say that you're gay or anything. Besides, we'll tell them

it's because you're a swimmer. Lot's of boys on my old swim team

shaved all over; it cuts down on water resistance"

The sinking feeling in my stomach warned me that this was

getting too weird, but I couldn't say no to her. So I showered

alone, taking almost half an hour to shave myself all over,

leaving only my scalp and my pubic hair. I even shaved my armpits,

although she had not directly asked me to do so. I hoped that

she'd find my decision to be something she should reward.

I had gone back to my room to shower, and afterwards I walked

into my bedroom. There on the bed were some new panties and a silk

camisole, both in the same pale blue as my nightgown.

I mentally shrugged and put them on. I was used to wearing

panties now and automatically pushed my penis back between my legs

before putting on the Jordache cut-offs from the previous day. I

saw that the pink tee-shirt had gone, replaced by what I thought

at first was a clean white shirt. But then I found that the

buttons did up backwards, and there was a delicate pattern

embroidered on the front of the collar. I guess it was one of

Sally's blouses. It fit well except that it was loose around the

chest.

I looked in the drawers where I had placed my underwear and

socks, and was relieved to see my shorts all in place. My socks

were, however, missing. I searched around, but could only find a

pair of white socks, with little lace ribbons around the top. I

had little choice so I put them on, thankful that today was a

Saturday, so I wouldn't be working outside, and Curt and Joe

wouldn't see me.

I ventured downstairs, feeling a little silly in this get-up.

Mr. Jansen was replacing a light bulb in the hallway leading to

the media room where I had decided to check out the sports on

television. He nodded acknowledgment of my presence but otherwise

had no reaction. I was beginning to wonder whether there was

anything which might strike them as strange. Evidently the sight

of Sally's boyfriend starting to dress like a girl wasn't it!

I had settled into a comfortable chair, with a soda I had

taken from the fridge which the family kept in the media room when

Sally walked in. She stopped and looked me over, and then let out

a long wolf-whistle.

I blushed and bridled.

"Is this what you want?" I said, standing and doing a

pirouette. "Are you trying to make me look like a girl?"

"Honey, you look wonderful! You know that your cute butt was

one of the things that most attracted me to you? You look just

sensational!"

Her evident pleasure in my appearance overrode my momentary

anger, as I think she knew would happen.

We embraced and she ran her hands over my buttocks and then

over my back. I have to admit that I was really starting to like

the feel of contact through silk. It seemed that I was having

erections almost all the time, and this moment was no exception.

It actually felt sore as it strained to pop free from its position

between my legs, and I was glad that I had silk panties on to

prevent it from chafing.Sally made me move over to a loveseat and

she sat down beside me. We watched television for a while, but

then Sally protested that this was too boring. Besides, she

pointed out, it's a warm sunny day, ideal for lounging around the

pool.

"Let's get changed and go to the pool"

I guess I should have expected what happened next. Sally

wouldn't let me wear my own swimming trunks. She said that they

covered too much of my body. She wanted me to tan over a much

greater area, so she made me wear a bikini bottom from one of her

swim-suits. She teasingly suggested that I wear the top as well,

but I was able to resist.

I objected to the bikini bottom on the basis that my genitals

would protrude, and that there was no way that they could be

hidden. That was when she sprung her next trap. She produced what

she told me was a gaff; something which female impersonators wore

to conceal their gender. My protests were overridden and all too

soon I had put it on. It was initially very painful, but even I

had to admit that it made an incredible difference to the way the

bikini fit.

"You look great" Sally enthused. "We all have to suffer a bit

to look so good"

She made me sit down while she brushed and combed my hair. I

had always liked to let my hair grow long, and had not even had it

trimmed in a couple of months. Sally had always told me how much

she liked long hair on men, and I had got into the habit of

wearing it in a ponytail. I usually used a rubber band to hold it

in place.

Sally spent several minutes working on my hair and then I felt

her pull it back into a ponytail and fasten it with something. It

felt like there was something bigger in my hair than a rubber

band, so I reached up to feel it, while looking at my reflection

sideways in the mirror.

She had placed a soft pink velvet scrunchie in my dark brown

hair, which she had pulled tightly back, except for the hair at

the very front of my head. That had been brushed down, with a part

in the middle, so that it hung in wings on either side of my face.

I was shocked at how feminine I appeared. All I lacked were

breasts, and that thought confirmed my rejection of Sally's

suggestion of wearing the bikini top!

I began to walk down the hall to the stairs, but Sally wasn't

through with me yet. She almost dragged me into her room and

opened her closets. She had rack after rack of shoes, and she

quickly selected a pair of open-toed sandals which she insisted I

try on.

"They're maybe a size too big for me, but I think they'll be

perfect for you. It's such a shame not to find a use for something

I've spent money on"

Sure enough, they fit. They had only a two inch heel so I had

no trouble adjusting my stride, although I felt as if my butt were

sticking out even more prominently than usual. She confirmed my

fears by patting me on the bum, and laughing about how good I

looked.

I tried to put a good face on it all, even though I was

cringing inside. Sally seemed to see nothing unusual at all, and I

was so much under her spell that I didn't have the heart to

disappoint her. After all, I consoled myself, no-one who saw us

making love would question my manhood. Few men ever got to bed

such a magnificent woman, and it was me who drove her crazy, not

some macho hunk!

Sally handed me a small, wicker bag containing suntan lotion,

sunglasses, and a couple of paperback novels and she led the way

out to the pool, carrying two beach towels.

The concrete deck was covered with some kind of decorative

mosaic, featuring either dolphins or killer whales, I couldn't

decide which. Sally indicated two adjacent loungers. I was amazed

to see a telephone on the nearby table, until Sally explained that

it was really just an intercom so that we could ask for drinks or

snacks to be brought out. I was gaining an appreciation of what it

meant to be rich, and thought that I could get used to this.

Sally stretched out, tummy down. She asked me to apply lotion

to her back and legs, and I was happy to oblige. Her skin was soft

and warm beneath my fingers and she murmured appreciatively as I

worked the thick liquid into her pores. I took special care in

caressing her long, smooth legs, and I admired the trim

musculature of her powerful thighs. I undid her bikini top, and

let the straps fall to her side while I admired the swell of her

breasts, compressed as they were by her weight.

I then lay down while she returned the favor. It felt great to

be lying by the pool with the woman I loved while she rubbed my

back and my legs. I enjoyed the feeling of her stroking my shaven

legs. I felt my cock stir in its constraint as she rubbed lotion

into the skin between my thighs, working her way with strong,

assured hands towards my ass.

I had to agree with her when she leaned close and whispered in

my ear that there were advantages to having smooth skin and

wearing a bikini.

After completing her ministrations, Sally pulled out the two

books and offered me my choice. I saw that they were both romance

novels, with bright covers depicting attractive young women with

sad expressions and, in the background, a handsome man. I shook my

head, but Sally told me not to be so macho.

"Read one before you criticize" she said.

"Did you know that most of them are written by men. You've

always said you might want to be a writer some day. You might

learn a lot. Besides, women read more than men, so any successful

writer should study what women read"

I reluctantly chose one of the books at random and we each lay

down to read, lying on our stomachs.

It was about an hour later, when I had put the book to one

side and was just lying there, soaking up the sun, when Sally

announced that she had to go in to use the little girl's room. I

grunted my acknowledgment and closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, I felt a shadow fall across my body and I

rolled over just as I heard a male voice.

"Excuse me, miss" I heard.

"Do you mind if we have a quick swim? Miss Sally usually says

it's OK"

I squinted up at the large silhouette that was all I could

make out, but as I did so I realized in horror that it was Curt

standing there. And he had addressed me as Miss.

I suppose it was a natural mistake, since seeing me face down

all of the clues would have shouted 'girl' rather than boy. My

long hair was in a pony-tail secured by a girl's scrunchie and the

wings left free hung down beside my face in an undeniably feminine

fashion. My bikini bottom was from a girl's swim suit, and my

shaven, oiled legs hardly looked male at all.

I think Curt noticed his mistake just as I recognized him. I

still could make out no real detail of his expression, but he

seemed to straighten up and step back as he apologized, confusion

evident in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Mike. I didn't recognize you, looking like that"

I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I sat up, instinctively

reaching for the book which had been lying by my side. It fell off

as I turned and Curt bent down to pick it up. I saw him glance at

the title before he handed it back to me. His whole body language

expressed his surprise and nervousness. Yet at the same time, and

only increasing my shame, I was aware of a distinct, and large,

bulge in the front of his shorts. Whatever he had seen, or thought

that he had seen, had obviously interested him.

"Hi Curt!" I heard Sally call as she strode back into the pool

area. She walked briskly by him and leaned over to kiss me quickly

on the cheek. She stood, her left hand resting possessively on my

bare shoulder as she told Curt that he and his brother could

certainly go for a swim in the pool.

"Just don't splash us girls!" she said.

I turned away, unable to even look at Curt or to protest out

loud in his presence. I felt humiliated. How could she do this to

me?

She bent over again and whispered in my ear.

"Honey, I'm just teasing you. The boys know how crazy I am

about you. They won't mind, and besides, you do look awfully cute"

I muttered something under my breath and picked up my towel as

I stood. I hurried inside, fighting back tears.

Sally followed me, calling out my name, but I did my best to

ignore her. I walked past a startled Mrs. Jansen and climbed the

stairs to my room. No sooner had I closed the door and thrown

myself down on the bed than Sally came in and sat down beside me.

She stroked my back while murmuring assuring words, about how

she loved me and thought that I was a sexy man.

I turned my tear-streaked face towards her and she leaned over

and kissed the salt from my face. We hugged as I asked her what

was going on. Why was she making me look this way?

"Honey, I love you! I just think that we should be able to

express our feelings without worrying about what other people

think. I find hairy guys a real turn-off. I think that men who are

able to be in touch with the feminine side of their personality

make much better lovers. I want you to learn to be a better lover,

because I want to be with you for a long, long time!"

I replied, drying my eyes with the back of one hand:

"So you're not just playing some trick on me?"

"Of course not, honey. I told you: I love you. And, besides,

no-one's ever going to find out that you spent some time this

summer learning to accept the feminine side of yourself. We'll be

lovers all summer and when we go back to school, all those macho

guys will be jealous of you. Just wait and see"

"But it's not right. Curt even thought I looked like a girl!

He's going to think I'm gay, and so will Joe"

"Sweetheart, don't worry about what they think. I've known

them forever, and I'll have a talk with them. Besides, whose

opinion is more important to you: mine or theirs?"

There was only one answer I could give to that.

She lay down beside me and we snuggled. My gaff kept my penis

from reacting, but I didn't feel especially sexy anyway. I needed

comforting more than anything else, and Sally provided that for

me.

She rolled off the bed and told me to come along as she led me

back into her bedroom. She told me that while it was too nice a

day not to keep our swim-suits on, perhaps we should cover up a

little before having lunch out by the pool. She passed me the

camisole I had worn that morning and I pulled it on, with only an

inner sigh. I went to put on the blouse, but she stopped me.

"Here, wear this. I think it's much cuter" She was testing

me. She had handed me a floral print vest, with lace trim and

small pearl buttons. It was clearly made to be worn open, and when

I put it on, my silk camisole was plainly visible. There could be

no pretending to anyone. She also took away the denim cut-offs

which could have been taken for boy's wear on casual viewing. The

pink wrap-skirt she gave me to wear over my bikini bottoms left

almost nothing to the imagination. I was glad for the gaff, since

I any bulge would have looked at of place. She made me wear pink

socks as well.

Sally watched me closely as I dressed, and I did my best to

act as if I were okay with this, even though my mind was in

turmoil. I was in so deep, and I was still so physically attracted

to her, that I could see no easy way out. What she was asking of

me was unreasonable as hell, but the way she described it, and her

attitude as she did so, made it seem absolutely normal.

I stood before her, undergoing her inspection. She grimaced

and pulled me over to a padded chair in front of a vanity. Before

I could react, she was beginning to apply makeup to my face.

'Shush!" she said, gripping the back of my neck with one hand

as I tried to pull away.

I sat rigid, eyes closed, not daring to look in the mirror as

she worked on my face. I felt some form of cream being applied

over my entire face and beneath my chin. Then came a series of

feathery touches around my eyes. Pressure over my cheekbones told

me that something was being placed on my cheeks. Then I felt what

I knew had to be lipstick, accompanied as it was by her directions

to part my lips for her. I was then told to bite down, with my

lips only. I felt a kleenex between my lips and then I was told

that I was ready.

I opened my eyes.

A young girl looked back at me, her eyes widening as I took in

the image before me.

I had known that my current hair-style was somewhat feminine,

what with the long, wispy tendrils of hair hanging in front of my

ears, and framing my oval face, while most of my hair was pulled

straight back into a pony-tail secured by a scrunchie. But now my

own face added to the lie!

My eyes seemed huge, and my nose appeared to be much smaller

than my self-image told me it should be. I had always felt that my

nose, with its upturned button look, had been an attractive

feature for me, but now it truly did look cute. My lips seemed to

have almost doubled in thickness, a cupid's bow of a pink which

matched the color of my scrunchie. My cheeks gave off a faint

healthy glow, and my skin appeared smooth and flawless.

Sally leaned over my shoulder, placing her head on a level

with mine. We looked at each other, our eyes locking in the

mirror. She smiled.

"See what I mean, honey? Anyone who looks like you do has a

strong feminine side. You look so cute I could eat you up!"

She kissed me on the cheek, and then, as I turned towards her,

on the lips.

Sally had always been a good kisser, but we had never kissed

like this. We stood, our lips breaking apart momentarily as we

changed position. She was on fire, holding me tighter than she had

ever done, and taking charge. Her tongue forced my lips apart and

then she filled my mouth. We were gasping and moaning and ripples

of heat swept through my body. Her hands were all over me,

caressing and rubbing my buttocks one moment and the next pinching

my nipples through the silk of my camisole.

We broke our embrace, but our eyes never left each other's as

we hurriedly took off the clothing we had just put on. She stooped

me from taking off my camisole, but otherwise we were naked as we

tumbled onto her bed.

She insisted in being on top. My penis, somewhat sore from its

confinement and the unusual amount of use it had experienced in

the last couple of days, was soon rock hard once more. She lowered

herself onto me, already wet and ready. She made me lie still as

she rode up and down.

Then, when I could only barely restrain myself from moving

with her, she rolled off me and lay down beside me, with her back

against my side as she reached under the bed. I could not see what

she had picked up, and before I could gain a better view, she had

thrown herself around so that her groin was against my face. Her

scent filled my head and I knew what I was to do. I buried my face

in her fragrant pubic hair and began lapping at her clitoris. I

felt her mouth close on my penis and I thought that we were going

to repeat our last sexual experiment. I was wrong.

I was really getting into eating her out when I felt a

pressure around my sphincter. I squealed in reaction. This was not

a finger! It was something far bigger. I tried to move back, but

she tightened her thighs around me and I was powerless: trapped by

her thighs around my head and her mouth around my penis.

The pressure mounted and then I felt whatever it was enter me.

It hurt and the pain mounted as she pressed what I guessed was a

dildo deeper into me. I stopped working on her and I know that she

merely held me in her mouth as we both focused on this new

development. She moved slowly, for which I was grateful. I could

sense my insides moving, relaxing as I accommodated this invasion.

Finally it was all the way in and she stopped. The pain had begun

to fade, to be replaced by a not-uncomfortable full feeling.

Then she began to suck me again, slowly, as she pulled the

dildo back out, also very slowly. The pain returned, but with it

was a faint feeling of pleasure.

I began to lick her again, tentatively, as she sucked me and

moved the dildo back and forth. I found my hips moving, whether

because of her fellatio or the dildo I could not say. The pain

eased again and the pleasure increased.

She began to moan form between her lips, and I did as well, my

mouth buried deep within her bush.

I felt her body arch away from mine, my rampant penis cooling

in the air as her saliva evaporated after she let it out of her

mouth. She was devoting all of her attention to fucking my ass

with her dildo!

We were both breathing in gasps. Sweat was soaking my body,

and slicking hers. Our passions suddenly exploded. I ejaculated in

great, body-wracking spasms, even though I had little sperm left

in me. She howled like an animal, far louder and less controlled

than I had ever heard her before.

I felt spent as I collapsed on the bed. Her dildo was still

inside me and I quivered as she pulled it out. She crawled around

to kiss me on the lips and whisper to me.

"That was the best sex I've ever had, honey. And you're no

longer a virgin, little girl"

I smiled at her, too exhausted and too sated by sex to argue.

We rested for a while and I believe I even nodded off for a

few minutes. I was feeling hungry when we stirred from the bed and

mentioned that maybe it was time for lunch. Sally agreed, but

insisted that we get dressed as before. My camisole was clammy

with drying sweat, so she made me select a replacement from one of

her lingerie drawers. I chose one in champagne silk, with a pretty

lace-trimmed bodice. She nodded her approval and complimented me

on my choice.

We showered before dressing and as I was about to leave the

bathroom, she sprayed me with perfume.

Putting on the gaff was easier this time and soon I was ready

to have my makeup, which had been badly smudged during sex and

removed in the shower, replaced. This time I watched as she told

me what she was doing and why.

'You'll be doing your own makeup soon" she said.

I had a warm, sore feeling in my butt. I felt almost as if I

were going to be passing a turd; it was as if I couldn't keep my

sphincter tight. I was abruptly conscious of what had just

happened and how I looked and smelled. Yet I also felt at peace

with myself. Perhaps I was beginning to come into contact with my

feminine self.

It was in that frame of mind that I meekly accepted the pair

of shoes which Sally handed me. They were white, with a two inch

heel and a small pink bow at the front. I felt my butt sticking

out a little as I walked towards the door, with just a trace of

sway in my hips.

That feeling of calm acceptance, and inner warmth remained

with me as we walked downstairs, where we found Mrs. Jansen making

up a plate of sandwiches. She smiled at us.

"You look very nice, Miss Michael" was how she greeted me.

'Miss Michael'!

Sally tightened her grip on my hand as Mrs. Jansen spoke, and

I lowered my head, feeling a blush spread to my cheeks and an

involuntary smile to my lips.

"Mrs. Jansen, I think that Michael would like to take the boys

their lunch" Sally volunteered.

"I..I don't think so" I stammered, but to no avail as Mrs.

Jansen handed me a fully loaded tray, smiling brightly.

"here you go, dear" she said, as she led the way to the French

doors leading to the patio. She held them open as I walked

through, my heart in my throat. If Curt and Joe had had any

questions about my masculinity, this wasn't going to help!

I felt nervous, embarrassed, humiliated, ashamed and secretly

thrilled as I minced carefully over the paving stones which made

up the surface of the patio. I could not see where I was stepping

and I was unaccustomed to working as a waitress, especially

wearing heels, even these modest ones.

So it was with a mixture of relief and increased shame that I

saw Joe coming to the open gate, reaching out to take the tray

from me. I thought that he had not recognized me because his

expression was so casual and accepting. But then, as he took the

weight of the tray onto his strong arms, he turned his head

towards the pool and called out to Curt.

"Michael's brought us lunch! You should come and thank her!"

I was rooted to the ground. He had recognized me and, what was

much, much worse, he had referred to me as 'her'"

I wanted to flee, but I couldn't control my body. I remained

motionless, save for a trembling which seemed to pass over my

whole being. Curt came into view, his broad shoulders and well-

muscled chest covered with beads of water, glittering in the sun.

His wet hair was plastered to his forehead and his brown eyes

seemed to see right through me as he approached, his white teeth

gleaming in a broad smile. My eyes flickered of their own accord

towards his groin. I remembered, with a shudder, my earlier

impression that he had been turned on when he had seen me lying on

the lounger. I tore my gaze away as soon as I realized where I was

looking, but not before I could see something stirring beneath his

wet, tight swimming trunks.

Curt came up to me, standing several inches taller than me

even though he was bare-foot and I was wearing heels. He looked

down at me as he took my right hand in both of his. He pressed my

hand gently.

"Thank you, Michael" he said. For one awful moment I thought

he might be about to kiss me, but if he had that intention,

something changed his mind. He released my hand and he and his

brother walked over to one of the pool-side tables where they sat

down to start eating. They paid no more attention to me, which

both relieved, and for some bizarre reason, irritated me.

I walked back to the kitchen where I saw that the two women

had been standing by the open doors, watching my adventure.

Sally pecked me on the cheek.

"See, that wasn't bad, was it?"

I could only lower my head and nod. Tears were welling in my

eyes, and Sally noticed them.

"Quit being such a baby, Michael" she said.

"I had hoped that you'd accept the inevitable and that we

could be girlfriends all summer, but I can see that you need more

training. So today, you can help Mrs. Jansen. She's going to move

your new clothes into our bedroom. You won't be using that old

room again, but of course that means that you won't need any of

those old, boy clothes"

I looked at her, and then at Mrs. Jansen. Their expressions

held no sign of uncertainty, and I lacked the resolve to put up

any fight. The repeated assaults on my self-image had taken their

toll; I was no longer certain who or what I was.

Mrs. Jansen gave me an apron to wear as we did the dishes. She

rinsed the plates and I loaded the dishwasher, under her careful

scrutiny. Then we went into one of the small rooms at the back of

the house where several large plastic bags and a number of

cardboard boxes awaited us. She loaded my arms with as much as I

could carry and she took the rest. We walked upstairs to Sally's

room, which I gathered was now my room as well.

We placed our burden on the bed and Mrs. Jansen directed me to

start opening the packages while she pulled open two drawers in

one of the dressers.

"These drawers will be for your lingerie, Miss Michael" she

said.

The use of the feminine 'miss' still caused a ripple of

anguish, but given the way that I had failed to make a stand so

far, there was little I could do. I mentally bit my lip while

smiling in apparent compliant acceptance.

The packages contained a profusion of silk, satin and lace.

There were about a dozen panties, all in pastels, and all with

lace trim. Seven of them, in different shades of peach, yellow,

light blue, and so on, had the days of the week embroidered above

the left leg opening. Mrs. Jansen showed me how to fold them

neatly and then watched with approval as I placed them in the

upper of my two lingerie drawers.

Then came the bras. Several were heavily padded, while the

others were lighter constructions. This was too much for me.

"Why do I have to wear bras? I don't have breasts" I asked.

"My dear, that's why you need the padded bras to start with.

You may find that the other bras become more appropriate as the

summer goes along"

I chose not to think about the implications of that last

remark. I was having enough difficulty coping with my life as it

was now.

I continued my task, unpacking, folding and storing full

slips, half-slips, camisoles, teddies, garter-belts, and nylons in

a wide range of colors. There were even several nightgowns and

negligees. I noticed that the labels were all in French. Sally had

spared no expense: there must have been thousands of dollars of

lingerie in my two drawers, which were fully packed by the time we

were finished.

Mrs. Jansen walked to the closets which filled one wall.

"Miss Sally had me remove some of her clothes, ones that she

rarely wears, so that you'd have space for your new clothes" she

said, opening a mirrored door to reveal an array of expensive-

looking garments neatly but densely hung on hangars.

She pulled some of them out towards us, leaving them on their

hangars. I saw blouses, skirts in various lengths and styles,

maybe a dozen dresses ranging form a plain sundress to two long

formal gowns, but I saw no pants, even though Sally herself often

wore jeans or slacks.

I commented on that absence and was informed that as a young

lady learning to accept her femininity, it was inappropriate for

me to wear pants.

"Maybe later, when you are at home in skirts, Miss Michael"

was the only consolation she offered.

I was relieved when she closed the closet door, thinking that

I would now be left alone to gather my thoughts. But my hopes were

dashed as she led me into the bathroom, after first directing me

to bring along one of the padded chairs from the bedroom.

She sat me down in front of the bathroom vanity.

"Now, young lady, it's time you learned to use makeup

properly"

What could I do? Each step of the way had perhaps allowed me a

tiny chance to stop; to protest and to refuse to go any further.

What had started in an accommodation of Sally's sexual pranks had

bit by bit reduced me to this. I had already meekly served food

and drinks to two young men with whom I was supposed to work. They

had seen me in a camisole and skirt, with make-up and women's

shoes. I was now known in the house as Miss Michael and had just

finished putting away my own lingerie. Sure, I knew that I was

still Sally's boyfriend: our sexual activity had been at an

unprecedented level. But everyone else must think I was a

transvestite or worse. I was in so deep that backing out now would

undo none of the damage in the eyes of the others.

Sally had pointed out that this was just for the summer and

that by fall we would return to school where no-one would have any

knowledge of how I ad spent my summer. All they would know is that

I had spent all summer with a wonderful, gorgeous woman of the

kind most guys could only have in their fantasies.

There was no point, or so it seemed, to making a fuss now, and

risking losing Sally. Besides, I had given up my other summer job

opportunities. If I pissed her off now, she might make me leave

and I'd have nowhere to stay, and no job lined up. I needed all

the money I could make if I wanted to return to school.

So I went that next step along the path which Sally had mapped

out for me.

We spent the next two hours with Mrs. Jansen painstakingly

instructing me how to use makeup. My first task was to shave with

a new blade, taking great pains to do so without nicking my skin

while removing as much trace of stubble as possible. Mrs. Jansen

pronounced herself satisfied only after she ran her hand over my

newly-shaven skin. I then had to rub a creamy lotion into the

skin, which she said would moisturize it and help to make my pores

seem smaller while softening my skin. I would have to use the

lotion every day, she said. She showed me how to do my eyes

dramatically, for romantic evenings, and how to use just a touch

of eyeshadow for less elegant occasions. She had me practice

applying lipstick and lipgloss, until I was able to make my lips

look fuller and more alluring than I would have imagined. Powder

and foundation could be used to minimize the apparent size of my

nose and soften the contours of my chin. Painful minutes with

tweezers left me with sculpted eyebrows which arched in thin lines

over my eyes. I was astounded at how much larger my eyes appeared

after she was finished.

I learned how to apply mascara without scratching my eye-balls

or speckling mascara under my eyes, and how to apply color to my

cheekbones to make them seem more prominent.

By the time we were through, my skin felt dry and tight, from

the repeated removal of the makeup and its reapplication. Mrs.

Jansen made me do one more complete 'run', telling me to imagine

that I was going out on a date, and wanted to look as sexy as I

possibly could.

I concentrated so hard on each step that I was unaware of how

I appeared until I was finished. I looked into the mirror and felt

something quiver deep inside me.

I was beautiful! The young man who had arrived at Sally's home

just two days ago was nowhere to be seen. In his place was a young

woman whose oval face oozed sensuality. Her full, generous mouth

gave promise of delights to come, while her wide-open eyes seemed

to dominate her face, combining the innocence of a young girl with

the sexual come-hither appeal of a fully sophisticated woman.

I sat entranced, barely aware of Mrs. Jansen's hand on my

shoulder and her approving smile in the mirror.

I did not see her leave. I merely sat looking at my

reflection, my right hand rising of its own volition towards my

face. It was as if I could only accept who I was becoming by

seeing more evidence, from the reflected motion of my arm, that it

was truly my reflection that had captivated me.

It may have been just seconds, or it may have been hours for

all I could tell, before Sally walked softly into the room behind

me.

She came up behind me and leaned forward to kiss me on the

cheek. I felt the warmth of her body and the softness of her lips

as if I were still in a dream. Our eyes met in the glass of the

mirror and her smile elicited a similar response from me.

"Michael, you're even prettier than I would have thought

possible" she said.

I nodded my agreement and, finally able to tear my eyes away

from my image, I stood and held her in my arms. Our kiss was long,

and lingering, but with none of the ardor with which I normally

kissed her. It just somehow seemed right to be soft and gentle,

and it was even more of a turn-on for me than usual. My penis was

straining against my gaff, but even that felt all right.

We broke and both turned to look into the mirror, concerned

that our lipstick might be smudged. I saw her looking at me and we

burst out laughing together. We held hands as we left the bathroom

and went downstairs.

Mr. Jansen was cleaning a pair of shoes at the kitchen table

as we walked in. He had been talking to his wife, who was busy

preparing vegetables, presumably for our evening meal. He looked

up as we walked in, and I thought that I caught a note of

disapproval in his glance, before he quickly looked away.

That look brought me back to earth. I had been gaily walking

into the kitchen, holding Sally's hand, as if we were two young

girls in love with each other and with life. But I was in fact a

boy, a boy who was dressed as a girl. A boy who had just finished

doing his makeup as best as he could, trying to make himself look

sexy and desirable. Desirable to men!

My smile vanished and I could feel my shoulders slump. Sally

drew ahead of me, and it was my slowing that caused her to stop

and turn to me. I felt tears well in the corners of my eyes, and I

sniffed in an effort to avoid crying openly.

She embraced me, looking over my shoulder in the direction of

Mr. Jansen. I could not see the expression on her face, but I

suspect that she looked angry. I heard Mr. Jansen push back his

chair, the legs making an unpleasant scraping sound on the tiled

floor. He must have left because when Sally released me, with

soothing words, he was nowhere to be seen.

Mrs. Jansen came over to us and told me not to worry about

him.

"Harry's not a bad man, Miss Michael" she said.

"The real problem is not that he doesn't like you. It's that

when he was younger he had a thing about boys in dresses. He

thinks I never knew about that part of his life. I know that my

generation seems really old and stuffy to yours, but in our time

we were pretty wild. I think Harry is worried that he might really

like you, and he doesn't want me to notice. So he's going to be

all gruff and disapproving, at least until he gets used to you"

I was shocked. Mr. Jansen was gay? He was acting this way

because he was afraid that he might get aroused by me and wanted

to pretend to dislike me instead?

The image of Curt looking at me, and the movement I had seen

in his groin, flashed before my eyes. Curt had clearly found me

sexually desirable, and that was when I had had on only a trace of

makeup and had been making no effort to move in a feminine manner.

Now Mr. Jansen was going to react to me the same way!

Sally smiled at me.

"Honey, there's nothing to worry about. Mr. Jansen wouldn't

try anything.

You'll be doing your own makeup soon" she said.

I had a warm, sore feeling in my butt. I felt almost as if I

were going to be passing a turd; it was as if I couldn't keep my

sphincter tight. I was abruptly conscious of what had just

happened and how I looked and smelled. Yet I also felt at peace

with myself. Perhaps I was beginning to come into contact with my

feminine self.

It was in that frame of mind that I meekly accepted the pair

of shoes which Sally handed me. They were white, with a two

inchfriends here in previous years. None of them as pretty as you,

sweetheart"

"Other girlfriends? You.. you mean like me?" I stammered.

"Oh no! No. I mean real girls. I've always liked girls and

boys.. and I think you are the ultimate.. with you I get the best

of both worlds!"

My knees trembled and I felt sick to my stomach. I reached for

a chair and stumbled into it. I thought wryly that my whole sense

of self was going to collapse. The hammerblows seemed never-

ending. My Sally was gay herself. I had never subscribed to the

idea that people could be truly bi-sexual. Either you were, like

me, normal or you were deviant in some way. Men who liked men,

even or especially men who looked and acted like girls, or girls

who liked girls were gay!

Now I was trapped in a house full of gays. My own girlfriend,

with whom I had had such great sex, had, it now appeared, wanted

me more as a girlfriend than as a boyfriend. I realized what

should have been obvious from the first night I had spent here.

She was far more turned on by me in lingerie than when I was a

naked man.

I held my head in my hands, the tears now streaming down my

face. I could see myself in my own mind. What I saw didn't help at

all. I knew that I looked like a young, flat-chested, woman

sitting at a kitchen table, crying her heart out. The very act of

crying was reinforcing my surrender to femininity. I should have

been screaming in anger, tearing off these clothes and washing off

this makeup. I should have been storming out of the house, yelling

insults and swearing revenge. Instead, I was acting just like she

wanted me to: like a girl.

Despite my inner despair, the feel of her comforting arms did

help me relax. She whispered sweet nonsense into my ear until my

shoulders stopped shaking. Mrs. Jansen silently offered me some

kleenex, and I equally silently took them and dried my eyes.

Sally let go of me and sat across the table. She rested her

chin on her hands, her elbows on the smooth brown table. I noticed

the grain in the wood, and the freckles on her forearms. Blue

veins formed fine tracery beneath the pale skin. The early evening

light had a warm, golden quality to it that added depth to the

colors in the room. I noticed all of this as if from a distance.

My intense emotions of a moment ago were gone. I was drained,

exhausted and unable to muster any more resistance.

Sally looked at me for a while, while my gaze moved slowly

from table surface to her face and back. Neither of us spoke,

while Mrs. Jansen continued her meal preparation in the

background. The sound of a knife cutting vegetables and the smell

of fresh herbs gave an impression of normalcy utterly at odds with

the drama which had reached a critical point in this room.

"I'm okay, now" I finally said, essaying a brave, small smile.

"Good, honey" she said.

"I know that I've put you through a lot in the last couple of

days, but please believe me when I say I love you, Michael"

I nodded.

"And I love you, Sally"

"I wouldn't let anyone else do this to me" I added, with a

forced chuckle.

She said that we should let Mrs. Jansen finish making dinner

in peace and that we should get changed for dinner. Besides, my

makeup needed fixing.

"Do you think that you can handle that yourself?" she asked.

I said that I could and on that note we returned to our

bedroom. We were a more somber couple going upstairs than we had

been going down, but another watershed had been reached in those

few minutes. Any chance of me regaining my male self in the

foreseeable future had vanished.

It took me several minutes to repair the damage I had caused

to my makeup and when I came back into the bedroom, Sally was

stripped to panties and bra. She was standing in front of our

dressers, putting on a garter-belt.

I was struck, as I always was, by her physical beauty. I knew

that with my makeup, I was a pretty girl, at least from the neck

up. But my body, even though short and slender, was still a boy's

body while she was all female, with small but pendulous breasts

and a narrow waist flaring into wide hips in a classic hourglass

figure. Her posture as she bent her head over and fastened her

garter-belt in front of her before turning it around her waist to

have the hooks in the back was a breath-taking example of the

feminine format its best. I stopped in my tracks to admire her,

until she, the garter-belt in place, looked up at me.

"Come on, Michael" she said, with a smile.

"You've got to get dressed as well. I thought we'd go formal

since this is such an important night for you. Dressing up is so

much fun. I've wanted to share this fun with you ever since I got

to know you!"

Her open acknowledgment of her plans and her deliberate

seduction of me should have infuriated me, but I had already come

to grips with it. I was still feeling drained, although the sight

of her near-naked body was restoring some of my sense of well-

being.

I removed my shoes and socks, undid my skirt and removed my

vest and the camisole. Now I was wearing only panties.

Sally was sitting on the bed, about to put on her stockings.

She paused to watch me, and I knew that my next move was important

to her. The expression of hopeful optimism tinged with nervous

apprehension sent a rush of compassion and love through me. Yes,

she might be a pervert. Yes, she had been playing mind-games with

me, but I knew that she loved me and I loved her. I wanted to make

her happy.

So I opened my top lingerie drawer and selected a padded bra.

I held it up for her inspection and asked her if she would mind

helping me put it on.

"It's my first bra, Sally, and I could do with your help."

The wide smile on her face as she put aside her stockings to

come to my assistance was justification for the little lie which

my willing selection of a bra represented.

She showed me how to put it on, telling me that as with a

garter-belt, it was easiest to put it on backwards so as to fasten

it in front of my body and then turn it around. She said that if I

actually had breasts, I could fit them into the cups as I turned

it around.

She helped me adjust the shoulder straps so that the heavily

padded bra gave me the appearance of possessing small breasts at

the right height.

She watched me select a garter-belt which matched the bra and

she left me to put it on as she returned to the bed and pulled one

stocking up a smooth, shapely leg. I finished adjusting the

garter-belt and watched as she fastened the tabs of hers to the

top of the stocking. I knew that I was about to repeat that

performance myself, so I paid close attention. My inner self noted

that I was focused more on how to do it than on the sensuality of

watching her do it. I was thinking as a girl, about to get dressed

up for the first time rather than a s a male watching his

girlfriend perform a very feminine act.

I chose a pair of white nylons which I saw, as I pulled the

first one up my leg, had floral patterns woven into the gossamer

fabric. The coolness I experienced as I rolled the nylon up my leg

was a new thrill for me. It really was fun getting dressed! I felt

only a minor pang of guilt as I admitted that to myself.

I stood after fastening both stockings to my garter-belt and

felt for the first time the delicious tug of each stocking against

the tabs when I walked to the dresser to select my slip.

Sally told me to think about what gown I wanted to wear to

dinner. My slip should let my dress hang properly, but should not

itself be visible. If I were to chose a backless evening dress,

then I would want a half-slip. She suggested that I wear the black

gown she had bought for me. I opened my section of the closet and

took it out.

It was a floor-length sleeveless dress in black silk, with a

low-cut bodice and a waist gathered by a satin belt. The bodice

itself had several flounced layers of black silk, while the skirt

flared at the hips and then fell in a narrowing sheath, split on

the right side by a slit which came up to the knee.

Sally suggested that I chose a full slip with a corresponding

slit, so that anyone watching would get a glimpse of my leg when I

walked, rather than a expanse of slip.

I combed through my lingerie until I found the one she was

talking about. It too was black, with lace bodice and trim.

The nightgowns and camisoles I had worn previously had not

felt very special. I had worn them to humor Sally, and I had

consciously been a boy pretending to be a girl. Now, after Sally's

intense barrage of manipulations and surprises, I had been beaten

down into accepting that for now I was to live as a girl. Perhaps

that explains why the slip felt so good against my skin as I

pulled it over my head, taking care not to let its silk touch my

face, and thus disturb my freshly-repaired makeup.

Or perhaps it was the combination of the slip against my

stockings which sent electric chills through my body as I adjusted

the slender spaghetti straps of my slip.

I walked back to the closet, reveling at the combination of

never-before experienced sensations. The rug felt deep and plush

beneath my stockinged feet. My legs felt cool and alive as they

passed through the air while I walked. My slip swished against my

thighs, and my nylons tugged against their tabs. I felt the

unfamiliar tightness of the bra straps and the weight of the

padded bra on my chest. I could feel my makeup, and faintly taste

to strawberry flavor of my lipstick.

Sally helped me put on my dress, and without her I could never

have done up the back buttons, which were tiny black pearls.

"One of man's best uses" she commented as she fastened them.

"If you don't have a man in your bedroom, then you need a

maid!"

She left me standing in front of the closet, looking at my

reflection, as she struggled into her dress. It was identical to

mine, except that she wore white where I wore black. I fastened

the buttons in the back of her dress and as I did so I asked her

whether this meant that I was her man or her maid. She laughed and

said that I could be either or both; she preferred both!

We stood side by side and I was surprised to see that we could

have been mistaken for sisters. She was light, and blonde while I

was darker skinned and my hair was almost black. However, that

contrast, emphasized by my choice of black and hers of white,

served to heighten the similarity rather than diminish it. We were

almost exactly the same height and our shoulders were the same

width. Hers were wide for a woman, which came from her background

as a competitive swimmer, while I had always been lightly built

for a man. Our breasts seemed much the same size, although of

course mine were illusory while hers were, as I knew so well, very

real. The biggest difference was in our hips. She had the classic

hourglass flare while my dress hung a little loose around my

slender hips. I ran my hands down the sides of my dress as I

realized this.

'Don't worry, honey" she said. "we can always fix that if you

want"

She must have been a mind-reader to have picked up on that

thought.

She then brought out several matching pairs of shoes in white

and black. All of them had heels taller than anything I had yet

worn. I chose a simple pair of open-toed heels with no back, held

on by delicate ankle straps secured by tiny buckles. Standing in

them was an adventure, especially in deep carpet. Sally had me

walk back and forth for several minutes before she agreed to let

me wear them. They did have the highest heels of the group; maybe

5 inches. I felt as if I were about to topple forwards and had to

learn to walk on the balls of my feet. I noticed that my butt

seemed to protrude more than it had before, and a sideways glance

in the mirror showed that I now filled out the rear of my dress in

a very appealing manner. I thought for a second about what Mr.

Jansen, or (worse) Curt might think if he could see me now. Then I

realized, with a shiver, that Mr. Jansen probably was going to see

me like this, in just a few minutes.

Sally offered me a choice of jewelry including some gold clip-

on earrings. As I pondered my choice, turning one pair over in my

hand, she told me that tomorrow she would have my ears pierced so

that we could share earrings. I made my decision and she showed me

how to fasten them to my ears. They pinched as they went on, and I

had a new feeling to add to my growing list of 'firsts' as I felt

their weight pull on the lobes of my ears. I turned my head from

side to side to admire the gleam of glow against my hair. But then

Sally told me to take off my scrunchie. I did so and she spent the

next several minutes brushing out my hair. She tried brushing it

into a couple of different styles but finally told me to put it

back into a pony-tail.

"We have to get you to a beauty parlor" she said.

"Your hair is long enough and thick enough to do something

pretty, but it really needs styling"

We went down to dinner, with Sally following me as I climbed

gingerly down, clinging to the handrail as I teetered on my heels.

I think we were both relieved when I made it to the bottom without

falling. The heels were challenging by themselves, but the fact

that I was wearing a floor-length evening gown as well made it

almost impossible. I could hardly see my feet at all.

The dinner table was resplendent in white linen, silver

cutlery, and bone-china settings.

Mr. Jansen was there, and I can only assume that his wife had

given him a lecture about being polite, since he greeted us with

respect and held out my chair first. I tried to avoid looking at

him, but I was acutely conscious of his presence as he pushed the

chair in beneath me as I sat, smoothing my dress beneath me as

Sally had cautioned me to do.

He did the same for Sally and then picked up the linen napkin

and spread it on her lap. He moved around towards me and I came

close to panic. I began to reach for my own napkin, in an effort

to forestall him. He was too quick for me. He unfolded it with a

flourish and, leaning forward slightly, so close that I could

smell his masculine aftershave and sense his body-heat, he spread

it expertly on my lap. His face was close to mine and I could have

sworn that I heard him whisper in my ear as he straightened.

It was so quick that he was standing well back before I

realized that he had said "You're adorable"

Blood rushed to my cheek as I absorbed this remark. I turned

my head to snatch glance at him but he was looking towards Sally

with a calm, deferential look as he asked "Ladies, will you start

with some wine?"

His manner was so much that of a maitre d' that I had to look

at Sally and then stifle a giggle. The humor of the situation

struck me all at once, and I almost burst out laughing. Maybe I

could handle this girl thing for a while. It might be fun to

torment Mr. Harry Jansen. He might find me adorable and maybe he

would fantasize about me when in bed with his wife. That didn't

make me gay! Maybe I should play along; even flirt a little. I

decided that I would ask Sally about that when we were alone.

Sally ordered a Chardonnay for our endive salad, which was

served in small but exquisitely presented portions. We sipped our

wine and took small bites of our salad as we chatted. Sally did

most of the talking, and was full of compliments about how I

looked and how well I was adjusting. She spoke of her plans for

the summer, which seemed mostly to consist of staying at home and

having a good time with me.

She did talk about getting me into town where I could get my

hair done and maybe go shopping to buy my own clothes. Shopping

was a major joy for girls, and I had to learn to enjoy it if I was

going to truly get in touch with my feminine side. I played along,

aware all the time of Mr. Jansen's presence as he came and went

with dishes, wine and so on. I Smiled and laughed and talked about

how much I was enjoying my clothes, and how much fun O was going

to have as a girl. Sally looked surprised, but I winked at her and

nodded in the direction of the departing Mr. Jansen as he removed

our salad plates. She got the message and waited until he was

coming back in before asking me whether I thought that Curt or Joe

were attractive men.

I almost choked on my wine when she said this. I couldn't help

look at Mr. Jansen and was pleased to see that his face had turned

almost white. It was with obvious strain in his face that he asked

whether we wished a different wine with the soup.

Sally told him that we'd like a Merlot, and as the door swung

shut behind him we burst out laughing. I am sure that he could

hear us, and it must have hurt him cruelly to know that we were

having fun at his expense. It served him right for whispering in

my ear!

Sally sobered.

"Really, Michael. Do you think that they are cute? I know

you're not gay, but think as a girl for a moment"

"Well, I guess they are. They're both big, strong guys, with

good bodies."

I felt uneasy talking about them in this way, dressed as I

was. The memory of Curt as I had thought he was going to kiss me

sprang into my mind, and I blushed as I realized that that might

not have been as unpleasant as it should have been.

Sally noticed the color in my cheeks and she laughed as she

pressed me to tell her everything.

"C'mon" she said. "We're girlfriends and best girlfriends. We

tell each other everything. Boys don't do that but girls do. You

have to learn that: we're much more emotionally open and honest

with each other than boys are allowed to be. You think one of them

is really cute, don't you."

I lowered my face and shook my head in a gesture of denial.

"And I bet it's Curt" she added triumphantly.

I looked up.

"OK, yes. Curt's a good-looking man. There, I've said it. And

I think you prefer Joe. That's why you've raised this with me,

isn't it?"

"Honey, you're the only boyfriend or girlfriend I want. But

you are right. If I didn't have you, I might go for Joe, and if I

did that, you'd have to keep Curt happy, or it wouldn't be fair. I

think both of you would like that.."

"Sally!" I exclaimed. "I'm not gay, and I'm not going to

become gay"

"Don't be so prissy, Michael" she said.

"I'm not talking about being gay. I'm talking about enjoying

normal human feelings and reactions. I love you the way you were

and the way you are now. If I had sex with Joe that wouldn't mean

I love him; just that I think that the two of us would enjoy the

experience. We only go around once in life, and it's silly to deny

yourself, or anyone else, the chance to have enjoyment just

because of what so-called society thinks. And if you'd let

yourself react as a girl rather than as an uptight prissy wuss,

then if you liked Curt, and he liked you, why on earth wouldn't

you let it happen?"

That was the longest and most impassioned speech I'd heard

from her in a while.

"You mean you want sex with Joe?" I asked.

"No, silly. I'm talking hypotheticals here. I'm trying to get

you to loosen up, because sticking to an out-dated irrelevant

moral code where you allow others to dictate how you feel is

what's caused you all the grief you've experienced these past two

days. If you'd be honest, you'd admit that you like at least some

of being a girl. You like the clothes, I can tell. You like the

way you look. And I think that you could learn to enjoy some make

attention, without necessarily becoming a nymphomaniac!"

I thought about what she had said, and it seemed to make

sense. I was all dressed up, and it had felt good. I was having

fun playing with Mr. Jansen's sexual attraction towards me, rather

than getting all outraged about it. I don't think I could have

reacted to his feelings in this way had I learned of them two days

ago, so obviously I had gone through some changes already. Why not

go all the way; throw out my inner inhibitions, and let myself

enjoy whatever this summer had to offer?

I reached out and took Sally's hands in mine and looked her in

the eyes.

"Thank you, Sally. I'll try to follow your advice. And yes, I

think Curt is cute. I also think that he likes me. I think he was

getting an erection looking at me at lunch"

"How do you feel about that?"

"I don't know any more. It really bothered me when I first

noticed it, just as learning about Mr. Jansen's thing for boys in

dresses bothered me. But it's their problem, not mine. I'm not

attracted to men, so as long as I remember that I'm only doing

this for you, and only for a short time, then I don't see why I

can't have some fun with it!"

Sally's teeth gleamed white as she smiled at me.

"I'm so happy that you've come around. I was worried that

maybe I'd misjudged your inner strength. Not every boy would be

flexible enough and strong enough to let go of his macho image for

weeks at a time, if at all"

It seemed as if I'd made some kind of internal shift, so that

I was seeing things from a feminine perspective. Perhaps humans

were too bound up in their own sexuality; seeing themselves as

male or female, and never understanding the other's point of

view. We were like two different species, meeting only at the

boundary where sex happened. I was beginning to understand why

Sally might want a lover who had experienced life on her side of

the boundary. With the dawning of that understanding came a

physical relaxation and acceptance. I decided to enjoy my new

status as much as I could, with no reservations or guilt.

As with any truly enjoyable experience, the meal seemed to

last forever and yet be over all too soon. We had drunk too much

wine, especially since all of the portions had been very small.

Sally had commented that I had to stay on a strict diet if I was

going to be able to fit into all of the clothes she had already

bought for me, and those which she hoped to buy with me. I

expressed concern that she was spending far too much money on me,

since I was going to be a girl only until September, but she

pointed out that we were very much the same size and that almost

anything I wore would either fit her immediately or could be

altered very easily.

I only realized just how much wine I had drunk when I stood at

the end of the meal, to go to the little girl's room, as I

jokingly called it, before retiring to our room with my lover. The

room swam in my vision for a second, and Sally reached out for me.

Fortunately I regained my somewhat precarious balance and walked

very carefully indeed to the bathroom. I had to remember to keep

my weight entirely on the balls of my feet, which was difficult

since I have always been a heel-striker when I walk, wearing down

the heels of all of my shoes.

Taking a leak was a novel experience, one to add to my

catalogue. I stood in front of the toilet for several seconds,

wondering how best to go about it. I couldn't take my dress off

even if I wanted to, unless I tore it off. I couldn't quite reach

all of the buttons on the back, and my drink-dulled coordination

was such that I'm not sure I could have undone them all anyway.

The thought of redoing them afterwards was the final deterrent.

That left two choices. Hitch up my dress and slip, and pull down

my panties, and then somehow remove the gaff and then pee standing

up, or bow to the inevitable and sit down.

Of course I sat. I felt awkward and it was difficult to remove

the gaff when all fabric obscured my vision, but all was well and

I eventually stood, and smoothed my dress. A glance into the

mirror reminded me forcefully of how much I had changed, but now I

accepted my appearance. Indeed, it was so 'right' that I was able

to see myself more clearly than before even though I knew that I

had drunk too much to imagine I was sober. I was pretty, I thought

to myself, but maybe not as pretty as I had thought when I had

first seen what makeup could do for a girl or boy. I still had

some things to learn, and Sally was right about losing a few

pounds. My face would be more interesting, I thought, if my

cheekbones were more visible, and losing weight might help that

happen. I leaned close to the mirror to see whether any beard was

visible. Mrs. Jansen had made me shave extra close, and I still

hadn't got to the point of needing to shave every day. I was

satisfied that there was no tell-tale shadow to give away my true

gender.

I minced my way out of the bathroom to find Sally waiting for

me. She allowed me to walk by her before she entered the bathroom

and closed the door.

"My turn!" she announced brightly as she passed me.

"See you upstairs, honey"

I turned to head towards the stairs. The hallway leading from

the dining room to the entrance from whence the stairs led away

had several passages opening off of it, leading to various areas

of this enormous house. Mr. Jansen was standing at the next

passageway, obviously waiting for me. He smiled as I approached,

and gave a odd little bow.

For a moment a trace of my former fear surfaced, but it

vanished almost before it registered. I stopped in front of him

and thanked him for a wonderful meal.

"Please be sure to tell Mrs. Jansen how much we enjoyed her

cooking. She really knows how to make two girls feel happy"

I placed some emphasis on the words 'two girls' while watching

his expression closely. He flushed and looked away while visibly

exerting control. He must have come there hoping against hope to

see me as I left, and my speaking to him was probably part of a

fantasy for him, and now I was acknowledging that I had become

what for him was the ultimate object of desire. Part of him must

have realized that I was only making fun of him, yet I am sure

that part of him seized upon my words as a signal or message that

perhaps, unlikely as it might be, his fantasy could become

reality.

I left him there without another word. I was part-way up the

stairs, holding on to the rail because of my poor balance, when I

looked down. He was still standing at the corner. He had not

moved. His face was turned towards the floor. A pang of guilt

struck me, as I realized that deviant though he was, he was still

a human being, with all of the capacity for pleasure and heartache

that that implied. He had done nothing overt to me, other than to

pay what I'm sure he thought was a compliment, albeit one he

should never have volunteered. Yet I was making mock of him. I

resolved that I would be less cruel to him on the future.

When I got to our room I sat on the bed and took of my heels,

breathing a sigh of relief as I did so. I lay down with my back on

the bed and my stockinged feet on the carpet, waiting for Sally to

arrive.

She was there within a couple of minutes and we took turns

undoing each other's gown. I nibbled on her bare shoulders as I

helped her out of her dress. She arched her head back as I moved

my lips across her warm, satiny skin. I chewed lightly on her ear,

and turned her slowly around to face me. By now I was out of my

dress, but still wore my slip and the rest of my lingerie. I

pulled down her dress, so that the tops of her breasts became

visible. I gently moved the straps of her slip off of her

shoulders and reached behind her to undo her bra. I lowered first

one cup and then the other, revealing her firm breasts in all

their glory. Her nipples, centered in her wide brown aureoles,

were already erect before I began flicking my tongue across then

while looking up at her face. Her eyes were half-closed and she

murmured and moaned as I continued to suckle, nibble and kiss her

breasts.

Then she reached out and pushed me back a little. We took

turns undressing each other. She treated my nipples, small and

hard as they were, to the same attentions I had given her. It was

the first time anyone had ever sucked or nibbled on my breasts,

and the feel of her teeth biting at me was an extraordinary turn-

on. I became in a rush to get us naked, but she refused to hurry.

She made me kneel by her side to unfasten her nylons from her

garter-belt and then I had to slowly remove her stockings while

she sat on the bed, by now wearing only her panties. Unbidden I

took each of her toes into my mouth, one at a time, sucking

gently.

We reversed roles and she undid my garters and removed my

nylons, as I sat on the bed looking down at her with love and lust

co-mingled. She sucked my toes and kissed the insides of my legs,

moving slowly, slowly up to my panties. I was in a great deal of

pain by this time since blood had been trying to engorge my penis

for several minutes even though it was tightly bound by my gaff.

Sally must have discerned my discomfort since she beckoned

for me to stand. She pulled down my panties and helped me release

my penis, which instantly sprang to full attention.

She stood in front of me, so close that my penis was resting

in the vee formed by her thighs, touching the front of her

panties. We embraced, kissing passionately. We broke apart and

she took off her panties and told me to lie on the bed, as she

went into the bathroom for a second.

I was lying on my back, with my penis raised like a flag-pole

when she returned. She had two cylindrical objects, one in either

hand. They looked suspiciously like erect penises, even to the

color and the shape of the ends which protruded from her grip.

She sat down on the bed and held these two objects out for my

inspection.

"It's time you learned some more 'girl' secrets" she said.

"These are vibrators. You'll find out that we don't need men

in order to have a good time! We can play with these and have the

best of both worlds"

"What's wrong with this?" I asked, petulantly, while

indicating my cock, which had begun to flag with her words.

"We've decided to be girls together, haven't we?" she

replied.

"That means you have to learn to enjoy sex as a girl would"

Thus began my training in a different kind of sexual

relationship; one in which my penis was very much an afterthought

rather than, as I had thought in a self-centered manner, the main

feature.

She showed me, through placing my hands and through giving me

instructions, how to stimulate her manually and with my lips and

tongue. She licked and sucked on me as we lay together. Whenever I

neared orgasm, she would back off and slow down, just stroking me

softly. She had orgasm early, her body spasming as I lay between

her thighs, her fragrant juices flowing and the smell of sex

filling my head.

She told me that one of the joys of girl-girl sex was the

possibility of each partner having multiple orgasms.

"Men usually have one orgasm, often without caring whether the

girl has got off, and then most of the time they fall asleep!" she

said.

I thought with chagrin of how I had done just that several

times when we had first begun sleeping together.

"You may still only be capable of one orgasm at a time, or at

least you'll need a break before your penis can perform again.

That's why you have to learn sex as a girl"

She showed me how to use the vibrator on her. She was so wet

that it slid in easily and I could feel it's motion against the

palm of my hand when I pressed the button. She moved it in and

out, her hand guiding mine as I held it between her legs. She came

for a second time and lay back on the bed, breathing hard as I

rested on one elbow looking down at her.

She regained her breath and told me that now it was my turn.

She turned over and reached across to pull open a drawer on the

night-table beside the bed. I watched as she extracted a small

plastic jar of Vaseline.

"You'll need this for lubrication" she said.

I was hesitant. I knew what I had to do but I wasn't sure

that it was right. I remembered my decision as I had come

upstairs: I would try my best, and ignore my old inhibitions. I

took the proffered jar and twisted the top to remove it. I picked

up 'my' vibrator from the bed where it had laid during our sex so

far, and coated it with a generous layer of Vaseline.

With Sally sitting beside me, giving me advice and

encouragement, I placed a small pillow under my ass and spread my

legs. Operating by feel and with some help from Sally I placed the

tip of the vibrator against my sphincter. It felt cold. I

swallowed nervously and took a deep breath while trying to relax.

As I let out my breath, I pushed the vibrator inside. I felt

my sphincter muscles resist and than part and the vibrator was

inside. I had almost completely lost my erection while doing this,

but as I pushed it deeper into me, I felt it touch something

inside and my cock sprang fully erect.

"Way to go, honey!" Sally beamed.

"Now turn it on and move it slowly"

I did so.

Immediately my rectum, which felt disturbingly full, came

alive. The plastic vibrator buzzed and I could feel it

overwhelming me. I moved it back just a tiny amount and then

deeper into me. It may have been my prostate that it was pressing

against, but whatever it was, it was very stimulating.

Sally let go of my hand, where she had been guiding my

motions, and took hold of my penis. She masturbated me in time

with the movement of my hand. As I neared orgasm she told me what

to say out loud; what to cry out as loudly as I could, and I

obeyed, unable while in the throes of passion to think of anything

but this incredible pleasure I was experiencing.

So it was that anyone passing by the room, or standing with

his ear to the door, as I later learned Mr. Jansen was doing,

would have heard me scream:

"I love being a girl� I love being a girl"

Afterwards we lay still for a while, the vibrator now

quiescent in my rectum, and my cum sticky on my lower abdomen.

Sally herself seemed satiated and relaxed, her hands making slow

circles around my nipples as we lay together. She finally roused

the both of us and insisted that we shower, after first removing

our makeup.

After drying ourselves off, we chose matching red satin

baby-doll nightgowns and returned to bed, this time getting beneath

the covers.

As I drifted off to sleep I thought back on this eventful day,

and smiled as I thought of how tomorrow could not possibly bring

as many changes.

Next morning we were awoken, as had become customary, by Mrs.

Jansen bringing us breakfast. I no longer felt the least bit shy

about appearing before her in feminine attire, and I climbed out

of bed to head to the bathroom while she was in the process of

setting our breakfast tray on the table.

I wished her good morning and thanked her for bringing us

breakfast and she smiled as she assured me ("Miss Michael") that

it was no trouble at all.

It was fun getting dressed with Sally, talking about which

lingerie to wear. She suggested that given that it was a Monday, I

should wear my Monday panties, to which I promptly agreed. She

also said that since I was supposed to be working for the summer,

perhaps I should dress accordingly.

"I don't think I can work outside in a dress, and I don't seem

to have any boy's clothing left" I smiled, pretending to be upset

at this lack.

"We don't hire girls to work outside, honey. That's men's

work. That's why we have those two young studs, Joe and Curt. No,

your new job will be as a housemaid, assisting Mrs. Jansen. You'll

find a cute blue dress in the closet that will do perfectly"

Sure enough I found a modest looking medium blue dress, with

short sleeves, and a plain hem which came to about three inches

above the knee. It did look a bit like a uniform dress, especially

compared to the pretty pale yellow sundress Sally wore. I thought

about protesting but I had to accept that I was supposed to be

earning my keep.

I spent the morning learning how to dust; how to polish

silver; and how to iron clothes. Mrs. Jansen was a perfectionist,

but she was kind about correcting my mistakes, and rewarded me

with praise whenever I did something right. It did not take long

before each task fell into a rhythm.

I was in the kitchen helping Mrs. Jansen clean vegetables in

preparation for making soup when Curt knocked on the open French

door and came in, asking whether he and Curt could use the pool

while they had lunch. He promised that they would shower before

getting in the water. He was speaking to Mrs. Jansen and I thought

for a moment that he was going to ignore me completely. For some

reason, that annoyed me. Yesterday I had been embarrassed and

humiliated by his reaction to me, but now I looked for some

acknowledgment that he saw me, and that he found me attractive.

It came just as he turned to go. He looked at me and winked.

"You're looking especially pretty this morning, Miss Michael"

he said.

He walked away and I found myself watching him as he left. He

walked with a very masculine gait; oozing male self-assurance.

"That young man!" Mrs. Jansen said. "He's getting quite above

himself, coming on to you like that. He knows that you belong to

Miss Sally, and here he is flirting with you"

She looked at me, and saw how I had followed Curt with my

gaze.

"And as for you, young lady, you put those thoughts right out

of your mind. He may be a very attractive young man, I'll give you

that. And you are becoming a very attractive young woman. But you

belong to Miss Sally as I said, so I hope you're not getting any

ideas about him!"

Her expression belied the harsh words she spoke. Clearly she

was amused by Curt's behavior and my reaction. As for me, her

words acted like a bucket of cold water thrown in my face. I

turned away from the doors and focused on my task, banishing the

sight of Curt from my mind.

Thus began a period of time during which I gradually lost

touch with my masculine identity. I worked about five hours a day

five days a week as a housemaid, under the direction of Mrs.

Jansen and spent the rest of the time as Sally's girlfriend. Warm

sunny days followed one after the other, and life took on a

routine in a manner which I would have sworn was impossible had

anyone suggested it earlier. Each morning we were woken by Mrs.

Jansen who invariably served us breakfast in our bedroom. Each

such meal was accompanied by glasses of fresh-squeezed juices;

orange for me and grapefruit for Sally.

Curt still flirted with me, but somehow I was never alone

with him. Neither he nor Joe ever came into any part of the house

other than the kitchen or the bathroom immediately off that room.

As for me, I only worked in the kitchen when Mrs. Jansen was

present.

Matters changed maybe a month after I had begun dressing as a

girl all the time. Sexually that month had seen a slow progression

to the point that Sally and I rarely had 'normal' intercourse

anymore. I was allowed penetration once a week, and then only if I

had been a 'good girl'. We still had sex every night, and several

times a week we had sex in the day as well, usually as I was

getting changed from my maid's outfit. Seeing me in those dresses

seemed to excite Sally for some reason.

Perhaps part of it was that I had begun to fill out those

dresses, and my other clothes, in what was to me a surprising

fashion. I had actually lost weight. Sally felt that it was

inappropriate for me to do any training or heavy work, but she

encouraged me to join her in aerobics. There were times when I

thought that she was imposing a double standard since she did do

weight training, but she explained that I had had too much

testosterone when younger, so I already had too much muscle bulk.

If I was to truly get in touch with the feminine side of my

personality, to become her perfect lover before resuming my male

life, then I had to learn to be a member of the weaker sex in more

ways than one.

It was for this reason that she and Mrs. Jansen carefully

monitored my food intake. I weighed myself each day and faithfully

recorded the changes on a note-pad kept by the scales for that

purpose. After losing eight pounds, I was surprised to find that

my padded bras were becoming tighter, while at the same time my

chest seemed different. My nipples seemed a little larger and were

definitely far more sensitive. Even the slightest brush against

them began to send tingles of electricity through me, while

Sally's teasing of them during sex became a highlight of our

evenings in bed.

There was no way to deny the changes even to myself. I was

developing breasts! By the end of the first month I had definite,

although small, breasts, with pert upturned nipples. Sally gave me

some new bras, with less padding, while deflecting my persistent

questioning. I knew that somehow I was being fed hormones, but

Sally would not comment and I was too humiliated to ask Mrs.

Jansen.

My breasts were not the only change. My waist became slimmer

while my butt seemed larger. I filled out my panties and saw that

I was developing a much more mature female appearance. Daily

application of lotion to my face seemed to inhibit what scant

beard I had been capable of growing, and my face seemed smoother

each day.

Meanwhile, I serviced Sally in bed almost entirely with my

mouth and fingers, while I had become so conditioned to being

fucked with the vibrator that I began getting an erection as soon

as Sally showed it to me. We each had our own vibrators which we

kept in the night-table beside the bed. It was this that

indirectly led to the next major change.

An old water pipe running along the inside of the wall in our

bedroom, up above the plaster, began to leak. Fortunately Sally

noticed the damp ceiling before any real damage was done, but the

plaster had to be removed and patched. This meant that we had to

move for one night and also that our furniture had to be moved to

facilitate access to the ceiling without exposing the bed to too

much dust, or having anyone stand on it while working on the

ceiling.

Sally thought that it would be too much for Mr. Jansen to do

all of this work himself and she would not let me help: such work

was man's work!

So it came to pass that Curt and Joe not only gained access to

the inner part of the house, they got all the way into our

bedroom.

Sally insisted that we be there while they were moving

furniture, to make sure that they did not ruin anything. She was

giving them directions while I stood around feeling useless and

ineffectual. I rarely felt any more embarrassment at being around

the guys while dressed as a maid, since it had become normal for

me. But my cheeks burned again, when the boys stumbled while

moving the night-table and the top drawer flew open. Two vibrators

spilled onto the carpet. I jerked awake, but Joe was too fast for

me. He reached down and picked them up, while both he and Curt

lowered the table to the floor.

He stood looking at these two phalluses with amusement written

all over his face. He held them out to Sally.

"Here, Miss Sally. I'm not sure what these things are but I

think that they belong to you and Miss Michael"

Sally burst out laughing.

"Joe, don't give me that bullshit! You know exactly what these

things are. They are what we girls use when there are no manly

studs like you and Curt around with the real thing!"

Curt was staring at the floor. I'm not sure which of us was

the more embarrassed, but it was evident that both Sally and Joe

saw the episode as hilarious. My heart warmed to Curt for the way

that he shared my reaction, while I felt a twinge of anger at the

other two for their shamelessness.

Indeed, Sally and Joe seemed altogether too relaxed and

friendly for my liking. I fussed around the room, casting tight-

lipped glances at Sally and trying to get in between her and Joe

as she led them from our bedroom to my old room, where we were to

spend the night. Sally noticed the way I was acting and sternly

told me to go help Mrs. Jansen with the laundry.

I left, grumbling to myself, and I was still in a bad mood

when we finally went to bed that evening. Sex had its usual

salutary effect, and soon I was screaming in pleasure once more as

Sally moved the vibrator in and out of my asshole while sucking on

my cock.

The next day was a Saturday and the guys were not working. It

turned out that Sally had invited them to use the pool all day and

they were already pool-side by the time we arrived there, carrying

our books and glasses of iced tea. I was wearing bikini bottoms

under a simple wrap skirt and a blouse with the ends tied around

my midriff, leaving my tummy bare. I had on only basic makeup; a

little eyeliner and some lipstick. Sally was in a bikini, which

emphasized her body while only pretending to conceal her

attributes.

I had no bra on under my blouse, and had expected to sunbathe

top-less. I knew that the Jansen's had the day off and I had

expected that Sally and I would be alone. It was with a mild shock

that I saw the two boys reclining in pool-side loungers when we

entered the enclosure.

They both stood when we walked in and complimented us on our

appearance while thanking Sally for allowing them to join us.

"That's ok, boys" she said.

"I think we needed some male company today. Two girls all by

themselves can get bored, you know"

She smiled at me as she said this, and I looked down at the

concrete deck in confusion. I heard Joe laugh, and I couldn't help

but sneak a peek at Curt, to gauge his reaction. He was pink-faced

and looking everywhere but me. Once again, I felt a warmth towards

him as I observed his response to this outrageous flirtation by

Sally.

We all laid down on loungers. I sat with my book in my lap and

tried to concentrate on reading. It was the third in a series

written by some hack romance novelist. Sally had insisted that I

read nothing but romance novels and several times a week she would

quiz me on the latest I had read. She always wanted to know

details of the clothes that the heroine wore, or how the heroine

had reacted to her first meeting with her eventual lover. She

would ask me to picture myself as the heroine and describe whether

I felt that the author's descriptions of her emotions and her

attraction to the hero were realistic. If so, why? What did I

think that I would have felt? And so on. It was all 'part of

learning to feel as a woman'; to help me understand Sally better,

or so she said.

Sally called out to me to stop being shy and take my blouse

off.

I looked at her, trying to plead with her through my eyes. I

did not want the boys to see my breasts. She ignored any message

she may have seen and repeated her command, while at the same time

removing the top of her bikini.

There was nothing I could do when faced with that example. I

removed my blouse, trying to turn my body so that neither Curt nor

Joe could see my chest. I laid back quickly, raising the book in

front of me like a shield.

I glanced over at the boys.

Joe was looking with undisguised admiration at Sally's

magnificent breasts; a gaze which Sally seemed to accept as no

more than her due. Curt, on the other hand, was trying to look at

me, while at the same time, trying painfully to avoid appearing as

if he were doing so. He looked so sheepish as my eyes caught his,

that I had to laugh.

With that laugh came a sense of release, and I sat up while

lowering the book.

'Let me have a full look' I thought to myself.

'Then he can look at Sally, and he'll lose interest in me!'

But he didn't.

Sure, he looked at Sally, but it was obvious that he preferred

looking at me. I felt mixed emotions as that realization dawned.

My mind flashed back to some of the questions Sally had pestered

me with about my books and the heroines' reactions to their men. I

realized that I was now in the same position as some of those

fictional women. Here was a man who was clearly attracted to me,

but who might be too shy to do anything about it.

Did I want him to do anything about it?

The question appeared with shocking clarity in my mind. I

didn't know the answer, or if I did, I wasn't yet able to admit it

to myself.

Despite my continuing confusion on that question, I resolved

to relax and act as if everything were perfectly normal. In fact,

when I decided that I needed some more ice tea, I stood and walked

over to where Curt was lying and asked him, in my best sultry

voice, whether he would like me to get him anything from house.

He had been lying with his eyes closed, soaking up the mid-

morning sun which was not yet so hot that we needed to take

advantage of the shade from the large, colorful umbrellas.

He opened his eyes and I saw with an inner thrill that his

glance flashed from my face to my breasts and then back. I could

not be sure but I thought that his pupils had dilated slightly as

he looked at me.

Perhaps there was an element of cruelty in my having come over

to him. Ordinarily it would have been Sally I asked, but she had

moved to a lounger next to Joe and they were lying side-by-side on

their stomachs, their heads turned towards each other while they

chatted quietly. I had felt somewhat jealous and I thought that by

paying attention to Curt, maybe I could make Sally realize that

she had been ignoring me.

Perhaps there had been some other factor at play as well. The

truth was, I realized as I watched the color come again to Curt's

cheeks as he realized that he had been ogling my breasts, and that

I had seen him do it, that I liked Curt. He was a pleasant young

man, and, I had to admit, a very attractive young man. If I were

one of the heroines in my books, I would have been in love with

him by now and would have been trying to find some way of getting

him to overcome his shyness. After all, as the girl I was supposed

to be the passive one while he was supposed to be the aggressor. I

had learned through my reading that sometimes the girl had to drop

all kinds of hints before the boy got the message. I knew from my

own experience that sometimes a boy might desire a girl but be too

afraid of rejection to make a move.

If that was the case with Curt, and if I wanted him to pay

more open attention to me, then I had to make him realize that he

need not fear rejection.

Finally, he stammered his thanks and asked for some ice tea.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like something else?" I asked,

smiling coyly at him.

"Perhaps a beer, or something?"

"N..no, thank you" he replied.

I leaned across him, my nipples coming within inches of his

face, as I picked up his empty glass from the table beside him. I

knew without any need to look that his eyes were on my breasts as

I did so, and I felt happy and content as I walked away towards

the kitchen, with an extra sway to my hips. I think that Sally and

Joe must have witnessed the end of this little by-play since I

heard the two of them laugh a out loud as I left, and they were

both watching with unfeigned attention when I returned.

I carried the two tall glasses of tea over to Curt,

condensation misting on the glasses. He was sitting up and he too

was watching me approach. I kept my eyes on his, daring him to

look away. To his credit he met my gaze steadily as I minced over

to him, every step exaggerating my femininity. The only flicker in

his gaze came when he looked at my breasts, which must have been

bouncing just a little with my steps.

I knelt beside him, our heads at a level, and handed him his

glass. He never took his eyes from mine as he accepted my

offering, and for several seconds we were frozen as in a tableau.

Our faces were perhaps twelve inches apart. I could see the

pores in his skin, and the individual roots of the hairs in his

eyebrows. His blue eyes looked out from a tanned face, whose

regular features seemed right off the cover of a romance novel. He

was no longer blushing and his expression was one of sincerity and

admiration. His left hand rested partly over my right as we both

held the glass; I about to release it and he about to take it. His

eyes flickered as they moved over my face. Now I was sure: his

pupils were dilated and I suspect that mine were too, since I saw

him with utmost clarity, as clearly as I had ever seen Sally while

we were making love.

I felt a pressure in my groin. Only my gaff was preventing an

erection and with that thought I broke our gaze and released his

drink while rising in one smooth motion to my feet. I could not

help but glance at his lap as I stood, and he, of course, was not

wearing a gaff!

His reaction to me, his desire for me was evident for all to

see. Even Joe and Sally must have been able to detect the enormous

bulge in Curt's bathing trunks. Now it was my turn to blush as I

realized that Curt was far better endowed than I was. His erection

looked much larger than my vibrator, and I wondered what it would

be like to be fucked by him.

I controlled the shiver I felt in my stomach as I returned to

my lounger, and sat down pretending that nothing had happened.

I looked over at Sally and she winked at me. I looked away,

blushing furiously. I guess I had no secrets from her!

The next time I looked up, Joe was oiling Sally's back,

kneeling beside her and applying lotion with firm, practiced

hands. Sally's head was turned so that I could see that her eyes

were closed but her mouth was smiling. She was enjoying herself,

and perhaps also anticipating the increasing warmth of the sun as

noon approached.

Curt must have seen my look, because he stirred and came

across to where I has half-sitting and half-reclining.

He seemed nervous, but determined. Perhaps the hero had

deciphered the heroine's hints, I thought to myself.

"Michael, would you like me to oil your back for you? With

your complexion you might get burnt"

I looked up at him, wavering between preserving my few

remaining illusions of maleness and surrendering to what was

becoming increasingly predestined. A groan of pleasure from Sally

tipped the scales.

"I'd love that, Curt" I said, making sure that our eyes met.

His were full of questions while I tried to assure him that I

would give him all the answers he desired.

I stood and led him back across the warm concrete deck to a

lounger next to his. I adjusted the back so that it lay flat and

spread a towel over it before lying on my stomach. Curt uncapped a

squeeze tube of lotion and began applying it to my back, starting

up by my neck. I had never had another man lay his hands on me,

and certainly would never have expected those hands to be

expressing warmth and desire. I consciously relaxed my muscles,

which had become tense in spite of or maybe because of my

determination to be for Curt what Sally was being for Joe.

It felt wonderful, lying there as his strong fingers kneaded

my back. He worked his way down my spine and then I felt him turn

his attention to my legs. His hands moved between my thighs and I

spread my legs apart a few inches to allow him access to the pale

skin of my inner thighs.

The gaff held my penis imprisoned between my legs and he must

have noticed the tell-tale bulge as he worked on my legs, but

there was no sign of any reaction from him.

His massage went on for much longer than was strictly

necessary for a full application of lotion, but I was not about to

complain. I felt myself relaxing more and more; there was a

feeling that whatever happened would be all right. I felt safe and

protected as I lay there under his hands.

Eventually he sat back and I rolled on my side to face him.

"Thank you, Curt" I said. "That was wonderful.. You have a

great touch"

He looked at me intently.

"I enjoyed it too" he said.

I felt a growing impulse to kiss him and I suspect that the

feeling was reciprocal. I parted my lips and raised my face

towards his, and he seemed about to lower his to mine, when Sally

interrupted.

"Michael, honey.. I need you inside, if I can tear your away

form Curt for just a minute"

I turned away and joined Sally as she led the way into the

kitchen. I wasn't sure whether I was relieved or annoyed that she

had interrupted me just when things may have been about to move to

another level.

Sally stood by the kitchen sink rinsing out her glass, but it

was obvious that she had brought me inside for some other reason.

I was soon to learn what that reason was.

She told me that she had been watching Curt and me all morning

and that she thoroughly approved of what she could see was

happening. She had know the boys for almost her whole life, and

she and Joe had been casual lovers for years. She had always liked

Curt, who was a year younger than his brother, but he had always

seemed to be in Joe's shadow. He had never had a steady girlfriend

and she had worried about him. She had never seem him react to any

girl the way he was reacting to me and she felt that he was the

perfect candidate for my first boyfriend.

I started to protest, but she put a hand to my mouth to

silence me while she told me that there was no use pretending that

I wasn't interested. Besides, I owed it to myself to experience

being a girl to the utmost!

Sally went on to say that she and Joe intended to take a walk

through the garden to a spot near the ornamental pool beyond the

formal garden. It was a favorite place of theirs for making love.

Their departure would also allow Curt and me to explore our

growing attraction for each other. Sally told me that she had

asked Mrs. Jansen to ensure that my prettiest babydoll gown was

lying on our bed if I wanted to ask Curt upstairs.

"And there's a jar of KY jelly next to the bed, honey"

I couldn't believe my ears, or my response to her words. My

girlfriend was telling me to take Curt to bed; to enjoy him as any

young, sexy woman would enjoy her manly boyfriend. She was

encouraging me to surrender completely, and my body was telling me

that I was thrilled to do so. My penis throbbed in time with my

racing heart and I felt faint.

"Are you sure about this" I asked.

"Yes, my dear. It's time that you stopped being Michael. You

don't even need to be Miss Michael any more. It's time for

Michelle to come out"

I smiled.

'Michelle'

It sounded so much better than Miss Michael.

We held hands as we walked out to the pool.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Michelle. She's realized that she

truly is a girl. Something I think Curt, in particular, has known

for a long time!"

Joe and Curt stood and greeted me with "Hi Michelle!"

Sally walked over to Joe and took him by the hand.

"See you two later!" she smiled, as she led her companion out

towards the garden.

That left Curt and I standing awkwardly, some ten feet apart.

I could see that he still had an erection, and when he saw where I

was looking, it seemed that he came to some internal decision. He

walked over to me and took me in his arms. We were so close that I

could feel the heat of his sun-warmed body and smell the very male

scent of his sweat. His arms were strong and he towered over me. I

felt both helpless and protected in his embrace.

I looked up at his smiling face and this time I knew that

there would be no interruption of our kiss. I parted my lips

slightly and tilted my head back, proffering myself to him. He

lowered his face to mine and our lips met.

My experience with kisses, other than affectionate kisses with

female relatives, had been limited to kissing girls, and

especially Sally. Even though in many ways Sally had been the

aggressor in our relationship, I had until very recently always

been the one who pressed hardest, or whose tongue entered the

other's mouth first when french kissing. And Sally's mouth was

always soft, her lips yielding. Even in my recently-learned

submissive state, there had been nothing masculine about the way

in which she kissed me. To the contrary, she had been stressing

how important it was for us to exhibit tenderness and gentleness

towards each other even in the heat of passion.

So it was a surprise to me to feel the dry firmness of his

lips, and a further surprise to feel his tongue press against my

lips, forcing wide the opening which I had subconsciously promised

him when I had parted them.

The pressure of his arms held me captive as we embraced, his

erection pressing through his trunks and against my abdomen. My

blood was roaring in my ears and I was beginning to feel dizzy

from a lack of oxygen when he finally released me. He still held

me in his arms, although in a more relaxed manner, as he looked me

in the eyes, his flickering from one to the other as if he were

trying to see inside my soul. His expression suggested that a bomb

could have gone off immediately behind him and his concentration

on me would not have changed for even a micro-second. I felt then

as if I were his entire world, his only desire, and that feeling

struck a deep resonant chord within my very being. He wanted me,

and I realized at that moment the truth of something which Sally

had tried to explain to me earlier, but which had never made much

sense to me.

She had told me that a major difference between men and women

was that men wanted women while women wanted to be wanted by men.

It was the desire to be desired, to be in fact a sex object, that

in her view defined femininity. She acknowledged that that went

counter to the philosophy espoused by most feminists, and she

certainly acted in many regards as a feminist herself. But on the

sexual front, she claimed that any attempt to view men and women

as equals even to the extent of their basic desires was misguided.

Now I knew what she meant, as I enjoyed the thrill of

realizing that I was the object of Curt's sexual desire. My body

was telling me it wanted him, as I felt my nipples stiffen and my

penis strain even harder against its constraints, but even more

arousing to me mentally was the image I had of the two of us

entwined in each other's arms as we stood beside the pool. It was

as if I were standing to one side, as an onlooker. I could see in

my mind's eye my feminized self, with a cute bubble-butt and small

but pert breasts and long, styled hair leaning into the embrace of

this tall handsome blond man, well muscled and clearly in lust

with his girl. And the girl was me!

There was no need for words as we went inside. I held him by

the hand and shyly led him upstairs to what had been my old

bedroom, in which Sally and I had slept the previous night. The

bed had been remade, and I had an inner smile as I realized how

appropriate this bed was, compared to the larger, King-size bed in

the other room. I would make love to Curt in a queen bed.

Just as Sally had told me, Mrs. Jansen had left my babydoll

nightie on the bed covers. I picked it up and told Curt that I

would be right back. I left him standing by the bed so that I

could get changed in the bathroom, but he insisted on another long

passionate kiss before he let me go. I almost decided to just

strip and jump into bed with him right then and there, but I knew

that Sally wanted me to wear this nightie as I experienced my

first sexual act as a girl.

Once inside the bathroom, with the door closed, I quickly

brushed my teeth. I wanted to taste fresh and clean for him.

I removed my bikini bottom and thought about the gaff. I

decided that since he knew what I was, and since my penis was

still a major source of sexual pleasure for me, I should remove

it. My penis flopped in front of me as I released it, blood

pumping into it and rendering it semi-erect.

I turned to inspect myself in the mirror and decided to

freshen my lipstick, and as I finished, I was inspired to add a

touch of lipstick to my nipples. I peed as fast as I could,

sitting to do so of course. Then I dabbed perfume behind my ears,

in the hollow of my throat and just above my penis.

I donned my nightie, and the peach silk shimmered over my

body, the lace of the bodice gently scratching my sensitized

nipples. The hem just covered my penis, which was becoming more

engorged and which began to make a tent-pole shape in the front of

my nightie.

I opened the door and walked in, stopping as soon as I saw

Curt.

He had taken advantage of my absence to undress completely and

he was standing by the bed facing in my direction. I was

immediately struck by the size of him. And I don't mean his height

or weight!

Earlier indications of his size, from the bulge in his

swimming trunks, had not been misleading. His penis was standing

fully erect, its purple head bobbing in time with his pulse. He

was far bigger than I; probably at least nine inches long and

correspondingly thick. It was a good thing that Sally had

practiced me with the vibrator, and even so I knew that this was

going to hurt.

Even as that thought entered my mind I knew that I didn't

care. I wanted him, and I wanted him to want me. It was evident

that he did and the sight of my own modest prick rising to its

full size under my silk nightgown seemed only to turn him on the

more.

"Michelle, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen" he

said, his breath seeming to catch in his throat, his voice husky

with desire.

I crossed to him and did a spontaneous little curtsey.

"Why thank you, honey" I replied before standing on tiptoes to

kiss him on the lips. Just as I did so, I felt the tip of his

penis touch the silk covered tip of mine, and the sensation almost

caused me to cum right then and there.

Our embrace was long and passionate, as I clung to him as

closely as I could, reveling in the feeling of being his girl.

He picked me up as I held my arms around his neck and he

deposited me on my back on the bed, with him lying partly atop and

partly beside me. We kissed frantically as his hands roamed my

body. I felt him squeeze my breasts and a moan involuntarily

escaped my lips as I squirmed with pleasure. His hand moved lower,

caressing my stomach through the silk of my gown. Then he reached

my penis. Without pause, he took it in his hand, lifting the hem

of my gown in order to do so. He squeezed gently and more moans

were torn from my throat.

Curt released me and knelt beside me, so that his knees were

by my shoulders. I turned my head to look at him and saw his

immense penis just inches from my mouth. I felt my mouth go dry

and then, as I licked my lips, I felt it fill with saliva. I knew

what I had to do, and what my man needed for me to do.

Rolling onto my right side, I leaned over while raising my

head. I reached out with my mouth and gently kissed the end of his

penis, while looking up at him to judge his reaction. He lifted

his head towards the ceiling and let out a huge sigh. Reassured by

this reaction I scrambled to lie before him, on all fours, with my

head in his lap.

I opened my lips, forming as perfect an 'O' as I could with my

freshly lipsticked mouth. I took him slowly into my mouth,

marveling at the warm, velvety feeling of his cock as I surrounded

it with my lips. Sucking slowly, I moved my head back and forth,

taking as much of him inside as I could. He was huge, and I

couldn't manage more than about half of his length' the head

filling my mouth and hitting my palate at the rear. I remembered

that some girls developed a technique known as deep throat, which

meant overcoming my gag reflex, but I wasn't going to try that

yet.

I reached out and grasped the root of his penis with one red-

nailed hand while I maintained a steady back and forth with my

mouth. Then I pulled slowly back, keeping my lips closed tightly

as I let his penis come free from my mouth. I stopped my motion

with it just a fraction of an inch in front of me and I stuck out

the tip of my tongue and licked it, as if it were some wonderful

ice cream cone.

I knew that I was doing the right thing, even though on one

level my mind was telling me that I was acting like some terrible

pervert. Sally had trained me well, and I knew that from this day

forward there could be no turning back. I was learning what being

a girl truly meant. I was a sex object; my identity now revolved

around my ability to attract lovers through my femininity. It

mattered not whether my lovers were other girls or were men like

Curt. Being desired was its own reward! And I was proving to

myself that I could make a healthy, attractive man want me,

possess me, and take me. My surrender to him was in truth my

triumph over my upbringing and the social conditioning which had

made me believe that being male was the best thing in the world.

For me, at least, being feminine was far more rewarding.

"Oh God, Michelle!" Curt moaned.

"I have got to have you now!"

So saying he took hold of me and turned me around so that,

while still on all fours, my butt was facing towards him. I

insisted that he use some of the KY that Sally had told me about

before he began to fuck me with that enormous tool of his. I

watched over my shoulder as he slavered jelly onto his throbbing

penis. Fear mingled with desire as I awaited his entry into my

rectum.

"Be gentle, darling" I said, and he grunted in acknowledgment

as he positioned himself behind me.

I felt the firm, insistent pressure of his cock against the

rosebud of my sphincter. The muscle ring parted and I felt him

begin to enter me. The sensation was both familiar and novel,

feeling like the vibrator, but more alive and of course so much

larger. He moved slowly, allowing the walls of my bowel to adjust,

taking him in all the way. I could tell when he had reached the

level of my prostate because an incredible sweet delight flashed

through my body, wiping away the slight discomfort which his bulk

was causing.

Once he was all the way in, and I could feel his body up tight

to mine, he became to move back, slowly and slowly. I concentrated

on remaining relaxed, fearing injury if I tensed too much. He

pushed back in again, and once more pleasure flooded my senses as

his penis pressed against my prostate.

After the second penetration, he began to move faster and I

felt my hips begin to move in response to his thrusts, my body

seeking to let him in deeper with each stroke. Passion was ripped

from my throat as I moaned and called out to him to fuck me, to

fuck me and to never stop fucking me.

He called out my name repeatedly as he plunged into me and

pulled back, only to plunge again with increasing ferocity. Sweat

was coursing over my body and I knew from the sounds he emitted

that he was as far gone in lust as was I.

His strokes became more urgent, and more rapid. My own penis

felt harder than I had ever known it and just then I felt him

reach around to take it in one of his hands. He began to pump me

in time to his thrusts into my willing backside.

We came at the same moment. I swear that I could feel him come

inside me, in great fountaining spasms, while my own cock erupted,

spraying jism all over the bed cover.

He continued to pump away inside of me for several strokes

while screaming my name. Then he collapsed on top of me and my

knees and elbows gave way under his weight. I lay flat on the bed,

with Curt draped atop me and his deflating penis still buried

within me. I felt him lick the sweat from my neck and I had an

overwhelming need to hold him in my arms, to cuddle with him and

confirm to him my utter surrender. I stirred beneath him, but he

was too heavy for me to move. Fortunately he felt my movement and

he raised himself slightly, pulling free from my rear, before

rolling to one side. I turned where I lay and nestled in his arms,

burying my face in the hairs on his chest.

His arms enfolded me and we lay still for I do not know how

long. I felt him relax and soon he was snoring gently. I smiled to

myself as I held him close, and let myself drift off.

We were woken by Sally's entrance into the room. Perhaps I

should have been embarrassed. I was her boyfriend and here I was,

smooth-skinned body wearing makeup and a pretty peach silk

nightgown, lying in the arms of my male lover. But of course I was

exactly where she had wanted me to be, doing exactly what she had

planned for me.

That was my first but far from my last session of love-making

with Curt.

The rest of the summer saw us fall into a wonderful routine.

Curt and Joe ceased being 'the outside help'. They still worked on

the grounds five days a week, but they also stayed at the house

all the rest of the time.

Sally had my old room refurnished so that it truly did mirror

hers. I now had a very feminine room of my own, which I shared

most nights with Curt. We spent many hours exploring and deepening

our sexual desires for each other, while Joe and Sally did the

same across the hall.

There were still nights when Sally and I would be lovers, and

sometimes one or other of the boys would join us in bed. The

Jansen's seemed to take it all in stride and my position as

Michelle was accepted without a murmur.

I think I knew long before the end of the summer that I was

never returning to 'Michael'. Sally returned to school in the

fall, but I remained at home, working full-time as a maid while

living with Curt. Sally's parents had announced their intention to

stay in Europe, and the house was now entirely Sally's. My room

became mine permanently and Curt moved in to live as my husband.

I continued to take hormones but neither Curt nor Sally wanted

me to have an operation. Nor did Sally want me to lose my ability

to have erections, so we experimented with the level of hormones

that would best allow me to develop my femininity while preserving

some vestige of my original male identity. Curt seemed happy

enough, and I grew to accept that perhaps he had always been gay.

I did not consider myself to be his gay lover; as far as I was

concerned, I had become his girl, but I had been freed from my

earlier narrow preconceptions of sexuality so labels hardly

mattered any more. It was sufficient that we loved and desired

each other. My love for and obedience to Sally remained a central

and defining part of my being, and with both of them in my life, I

was happy and content.

Life was to contain more revelations and surprises for me as

well as new pleasures, but perhaps those matters can be told

another time. What do you think?

(the end)