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That Red Dress Started It...!

By: BethanyJ



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A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! 
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Part 1

Inevitably, after graduating, there were a lot of changes in my life. And in my lifestyle. I had never dreamed they would be so drastic though. And so much fun!

Not that I hadn't had my share of fun in the previous three years, that is. On and off I'd had a great time. Living on campus the first year, with lots of other young impressionable teenagers. Both sexes. I'd been cloistered up until then but I came out big time, starting out by losing my virginity in the ladies' loo of a pub in that October. To a woman twice my age and oh-so-attractive, I always did go for older women after that.

I settled down a bit after Easter in the first year, then went at it even bigger time in my second year, living in lodgings. And then calmed down, a lot, in the third year. Basically I worked. Not over-endowed with brain cells I knew I had to do that for a long spell before my finals. But I came through well, nearly got a first. Very nearly, apparently I was oh-so close but just under the borderline. But I did impress my professor. So much he agreed when I said I wanted to stay on for a Masters.

I had to find my own lodgings then of course. I thought I had that all sorted early on, got ahead of all the others looking for someone to live. Until, that is, it fell through. There was some complication to do with the previous tenants of the room. Anyway, I was back to square one in trying to find somewhere to live.

Then at the end of August, wondering whether I'd find a place by the Autumn term I struck lucky. I got a flat attached to a house, admittedly some way from the campus but it really was a nice setting. A 'granny flat' built for the owner's mother but she had died a few months earlier. The couple there had decided to let it out rather that incorporate it back into their residence. They had another reason to wanted to do that. The owner explained to me when I had looked round and decided to take it.

"You see, Ben, my wife and I entertain a lot and quite often we are away at the weekends. So we need someone to be around, just to keep an eye on the house. Burglars, you know. If they know the house is empty, well ... At least with a lodger there will be comings and goings, the place will seem occupied. And of course we realise you need recompense. If you can take this on we'll reduce the rent. How about it?"

When he said that I jumped at the chance. For all sorts of reasons, some of which I didn't want to reveal. The money, though, would help. Lots. He asked for references of course, after all I was going to be entrusted with the keys to a very nice house with some rather valuable contents. But my professor came good, gave me a glowing report. I was in.

I moved in very early in September and got to grips with what was expected of me, tutoring students, getting started on my own research, beginning to set out my portfolio for submission later. A lot to do, it was a busy month with little social life. Many of my own friends from the previous year had gone but that didn't worry me. I had work to do.

In fact it wasn't until three weeks into term that I met my 'landlady'. Charlie's wife that is. They invited me round one Friday evening for drinks and nibbles, for a friendly get-together. She amazed me! In about eight ways at once. I was in love, immediately. The perfect older woman. She was older than me, that is, but a lot younger than him. About 35 I reckoned, in fact she told me so later, I had guessed dead right. Charlie was 51, owner of a chain of stores across Brum and the surrounding area. Selling clothes mainly, men's and women's. Helena wasn't a model but could have been.

Tallish, slim. Gorgeous figure, not afraid to show off her assets. When she held out her hand to greet me I had to move closer, and had to work very hard indeed not to just stare down her cleavage. And when she sat down, well, those legs in that skirt, wow. She looked good in anything, I imagined her in a 'lbd' - maybe not black. Red. Definitely. She would look sensational!

And very well dressed too. Skirt and top were obviously not cheap. And the shoes, in that area I am an expert, I'd swear they were Italian and very expensive.

"Charlie gets lots of my clothes, Ben, from the shops or through his contacts. He's very good to me, really, he's the best husband ever". 

And to prove her point she leaned over towards him and kissed him on the lips, sliding her well-manicured hand round his bum. At that moment I would have given anything to be in his shoes. I was a little nervous later when he went into the study to sort his e-mails, leaving us alone. Helena though had been reading the signals all evening and came straight out with it.

"Ben. Please don't take this the wrong way. But I've been watching you all evening. Watching me. You need warning. Charlie is very jealous. He likes me to dress up and to look sexy, especially when we have company. He doesn't mind other men watching me, in fact I think he rather likes it. But. Look. But don't touch. OK?"

I mumbled some sort of reply.

"Ben, I can tell. You're a sweet young man. But despite the age difference Charlie and I are very happy together. Some of our so-called friends think I'm only after his money. That's not true. I married him, ten years ago, for love and for money. "

I mumbled again, embarrassed my Helena's honesty. At which point Charlie interrupted our conversation.

"Helena, I've had a message from Jim. Jim Harrison. Can we go down to the cottage in Poole with them next weekend again. Could be fun, have we anything on?"

"No darling, that sounds fine. Do you want to email Jim straight back? I'll bring Katie that dress she wanted, you did get it didn't you?"

"Yes I did, it came into the shop today. Okay, we're on."

Mrs Warner - Helena - looked across at me.

"Looks like the first time you'll be looking after the house, Ben. Charlie had better give you a proper guided tour, so you know what to look out for. How about Sunday? Evening? Would that be all right?"

Indeed it was, the tour went OK. But not before I had spent almost all day Saturday preparing. Preparing what? Preparing for the next weekend of course. Some guys might have taken the opportunity to do something they shouldn't. Like burglary? Not me. Like arranging a rave, a party, an orgy? Not me. Or just inviting a girl round for the evening or night, trying to impress her with the opulence of his house and lifestyle. Well, maybe I might have gone for that but I had a better idea.

Which is why, that Friday night, after the drinks and before going to bed, I got down a large case from on top of my wardrobe. A locked case. And checked exactly what I had in it.

One pair of sheer black nylon stockings, unopened, seamed, very expensive, one of the two pairs I had bought in Paris on a visit as part of my degree course at the end of the previous year. A rash purchase at the time, but I had just HAD to have them;

One only slightly used lipstick, an extremely attractive, I thought, deep cherry red, very thick and creamy and glamorous, again bought on the same trip to Paris;

One lip-liner pencil, a shade just a little darker than the above, to heighten its effect;

One tube of lip gloss, to enhance the above even more;

Two somewhat older pairs of stockings, one pair a deep tan colour, the other black and thick-ish, 30 denier;

One black bra, size 38DD for moments of wanting to feel voluptuous which, when I was indulging in my 'hobby', was all the time;

One pair of black silk panties, matching the above;

One wig, straight, longish, a deep-to-mid brown colour.

One pair of black high-heeled shoes, shiny patent, with ankle strap and a sensational 5" high stiletto heel.

It was a start. Actually not a start, it was just those items I had forgotten to or had been unwilling to throw away after a previous purge at the end of my course. But for now it was something to work from. And work I did, sitting down and actually committing to paper a 'shopping list' after I got back into my flat. A list of those items I was just going to have to have before Helena and Charlie left for their weekend away.

I had imagined what I would like to do the first time this happened. I knew I was serious, the very next day in the afternoon I had the chance of a 'date' for the coming Saturday night. A friend of a friend in the faculty actually sought me out, inviting me to a party she had heard about. She was nice, Jessica was her name if I remember properly. I hadn't really fancied her though I do admit the chance of a social evening out in mixed company, drink and maybe some 'fun', was appealing. But I had decided what I was going to do. OK it was on my own. But I just knew I had to do it.

And over the next three days, after working in college, tutoring, planning my main project and generally helping my professor - always keep in with him, you'll need a reference one day - I shopped on the way home. At Boots, and at 'Miss Selfridges'. And at a local cheap clothing shop, and at a charity shop I had been eyeing for a while. Just in case. By the Thursday evening I was ready.

I had them all, at least enough for the occasion. Longish 'unisex' black leather jacket, not something I had purchased specially, but one which I knew would look the part. White sweater, short-ish dark denim skirt. And some assorted jewellery, mainly 'gold' and rather tartily chunky, earrings and necklet and a bracelet.

And the nails of course, not too long, stick on and a cherry red. A half hour after Charlie and Helena had driven off, at about 5.30, I was sat in my little bedroom, facing my mirror, just looking, and imagining. Wondering just how well I could do.

I set to it. I stripped and showered first using a mildly scented gel, and revelled in the heat and the fragrance of the experience. I had at that time a slightly hairy body, nothing like as much as most men but some, enough to spoil my experience if I left the situation untouched. I had on a previous occasion found a way round that - a slightly fragrant oil, just a tiny amount, gently smoothed over my arms, my chest, my whole body. After this I really was getting into the swing of it.

The black bra and panties came first as I began to 'dress', the former padded with two small water-filled balloons wrapped in old pairs of tights. The bra had quite full cups, and from the right angle the boobs and the panties looked good with my cock tucked tightly between my legs and the smooth knickers pulled right up. Black tights finished off the undies, then a tight-ish white ribbed sweater and short denim skirt, earrings and necklet, two rings on each hand, this was beginning to feel really good. Doing all this in the privacy of my own flat, with no risk of interruption from family, landlady, fellow tenants, I was relishing the opportunity.

I unwrapped my new purchases to augment my existing stock of make-up and set to with relish. The foundation I had chosen was labelled 'pale peach', difficult to tell what it was going to look like on. But only a few minutes later I was looking delightedly at the end results. It looked smooth, silky, not too heavy, yet it covered up any remaining trace of my facial hair. The blusher went on well, I was on a roll, then, eye-shadow, eyeliner, mascara, I did so like doing my eye make-up. 

I shaded in gently a sculpted pair of eyebrows and then sat back to look carefully. This was even more fun than usual. The wig finished off my look, followed by very careful application of my coloured stick-on nails. I slipped my stocking-clad feet into my high heels, Nearly finished. The deep cherry lipstick together with my lip-liner. Extremely delicately applied. Done!

I stood up. The heels felt good. The moment I started to move, to walk towards the tall mirror on the wardrobe door that sensational feeling, enlarged by the sensation of one nylon thigh sliding across the other, hit me. Wow! I couldn't believe just how good this felt. And the mirror did not let me down. For the second time in my life - my fifth time of trying, I looked at a reflection of a woman. My mind slipped back.

The very first time had been about five years earlier, in my last year at school I had tried on my sister's underwear and posed to look at myself in her bedroom mirror. It had been a television programme the previous evening which had exposed me to 'transvestites' - up to then I just didn't realise they existed. And a couple of weeks later I had gone further, squeezing myself into her entire school uniform. For the first time I wanted to go out, to be seen, to be looked on as a girl, a female, a woman. But I stayed in and posed some more, too scared to expose myself to the outside world.

Occasion number three was quite some time later, about three years I think, again at home, visiting my parents at the end of a hard term. They had gone out for the evening, leaving me in on my own with the football on the television. Only this time I had gone for my mother's things, underwear, a party dress she had which was rather tight on me. And heels. High hells. For the first time I felt the delight in wobbling at first, then becoming more confident wearing her strappy stiletto sandals. Again going out had not been an option, the shoes were really too small but I managed to re-fix the buckles and squeeze into them.

And the last time. Maybe six months earlier, for an evening's relaxation in the middle of preparing for my Finals. Except it wasn't relaxation really. I had been determined to do the job properly, to see whether I could really look the part. That was when I had bought some of my own stuff, the bra and panties, the wig and so on.

As I sat there in my own small kitchen, Charlie and Helena out for the weekend, with no risk of being seen I did recall. The thrill of six months ago. Going out into the street, rather different there, outside my student lodgings, nothing like as secluded as this. Out into the street and for a short, sweet, delightful first walk in public. I'd been lucky, it had been a Monday evening, not too busy. It was just after 11 o'clock as I took my very first 200 yard stroll 'as a woman'. Dark with street lights, I was sure no-one could possibly recognise me, not that I expected to meet anyone I knew.

And I was about to do it again. Dressed somewhat similarly but feeling more confident. I'd done this once after all, I could do it again. And I had my car this time, I could drive some distance, to an area where I was definitely not known. I sat and breathed deeply, fascinated by the rise and fall of my 'breasts'. I unlocked my door, reached back to grab my handbag, checked for keys. And closed it behind me. I heard the lock click. Charlie's garden lights had just come on. I stepped gingerly along the path, past the main house's front door and unlocked my mini. I slid in.

It was a thrill to notice my skirt had slid up. Another to see that while the interior light stayed on I could see my hands, rings and red nails flashing, holding the wheel. I started up. The heels felt different now - obviously I'd never driven in them. But they also felt good. I pulled out of the drive and into the traffic, heading out of town and towards the suburbs.

I had my evening planned. Amazingly every one of the three parts of my plan worked. Perfectly. First to the bank, to the 'hole-in-the-wall' cash machine. I took out £30 with my credit card, and got another thrill as another customer passed me as I returned to my car.

"Evening" he said.

"Evening" I replied. 

I hadn't at that time any indication of how my voice had sounded, aiming to pitch it just a little higher than normal. But - my very first words, well, one word, to another person as a woman. Secondly to a shop. I was determined to do this. I had picked out a late-opening newsagents in a small arcade some distance from my flat. I didn't exactly set the world on fire, just went in, grabbed a small carton of milk from the display cabinet, and paid for it. I was thrilled as I walked out. The woman behind the counter hadn't paid me any attention at all. Again, sounds like nothing, but it was a first for me.

And the third occasion was a visit to the middle of town, parking at the end of Broad Street, walking down towards the shops and back again. Again just a couple of hundred yards, again doesn't seem like much. But again, just being 'in company' as the late-night shoppers went about their business, as the businessmen who had been working late in their offices headed back to their cars, as just a few clubbers and 'night-people' began to make their way to the clubs and bars, I just mingled with them.

I drove back to the flat after that. The whole 'outing' had taken me just over an hour. That's all, But as I changed back at my flat I was shaking rather, not from the cold but from the excitement of it all.

Over the next month or more I had two more chances to dress when Charlie and Helena were either away for the weekend or out for the night. The first time I didn't do anything, my professor came up with some designs he wanted me to work on at short notice. But the second time I did, I started where I had finished in walking through town, the same 200 yard stretch. I did move on, I had to, the whole point of 'these sessions' was to extend myself, to see how far I could go as a woman.

Phase two worked fine too. My little car wasn't out of petrol, I had made absolutely sure of that before setting out. But the tank was half full, I reckoned I could easily fit £10 worth in. As I was filling up, at a service station I had visited a few times before, I realised that I was on camera! The video system there showed each of the pumps, maybe the cashier was even now looking down at me and admiring the woman he saw. But no, when I went in to pay it was an old-ish woman who took my ten pound note, hardly giving me a second glance. Still, I thought, I 'got away with it' again.

Phase three was due to be shopping, but things didn't exactly go as intended! At a big superstore, the kind which sells virtually everything. I had intended to get a few items of ordinary shopping and groceries, then have a good look in the ladies' clothing section. I really could go an awful long way, maybe trying on stuff, bras and tops and skirts and so on. But I intended to restrict myself, maybe buy a sweater and a couple of pairs of tights. I also wanted to go in the café there, maybe have a coffee and a pastry or something, to try out my 'femininity'. But it was on my way into the store from the car park, that's where it went awry.

As I walked from my car towards the store I realised I had a problem. The excitement was getting too much for me. In a urinary sense that is, I just had to have a pee! I hadn't taken proper care of that aspect of my preparation before going out and, with my penis somewhat constricted in my panties, I just had to go. Somewhere. I knew it had to be in the 'Ladies' in the store.

No problem, I thought, just go in, into a cubicle, do it, then walk out. It sounded easy. It should have been. Except for the 'person' I met in there. 'She' was just coming in as I was leaving, I was amazed. I couldn't believe nobody else had noticed 'her'. It was a man! A transvestite. Hell, two of us in the same Ladies loo at the same time! Just how many of us were there wandering round Birmingham that day? I decided the very best thing to do was to ignore 'her' and get out of there fast. I was just about to, 'she' was starting to fix up her make-up in the mirror there when the door opened again.

To admit a policewoman!

"Just hold on a minute, please, we've had a rather strange report."

She was looking me up and down. Carefully. I began to shiver just a little, I was worried. And not too happy about being viewed so closely in such a position. I managed to turn - the transvestite was nowhere to be seen, 'she' had slipped rapidly into a cubicle.


That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 02



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A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! 
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Part 2

"Excuse me, er - miss. May I ask, have you any ID with you?"

That was it. I was 'read'.

Shit! Of course I had but it had my name, Benjamin, on it. Everything I had in my handbag, credit cards, driving licence, letters and so on, they all said 'Benjamin' on them. Well, I hadn't envisaged getting into a situation when I would need to produce 'feminine' ID. I stuttered. I was playing for time. If I was going to get out of this the voice was going to have to be right. I spoke as calmly as I could.

"Er - yes, I think I have. One moment please." 

I moved to begin to open my handbag, then paused. Still playing for time, hoping maybe the ground would open up and swallow me, an earthquake maybe. I decided to in some sense go on the attack.

"Might I ask why, officer?"

I was delaying. I tried to keep my voice quiet and gentle and controlled but I was worried that I would not get away with this, not for much longer.

"Well, we've just had a complaint. About a shoplifter. He dresses as a woman, he's a transvestite. Someone thinks they saw a strange woman coming into here just a minute ago."

I had no choice. I didn't really want to expose a fellow trannie, but if this guy was a shoplifter too, well, he / she deserved it. I didn't say anything, just looked behind me at the closed cubicle door. In the silence we could both hear a shuffling in there. The policewoman leaned back to open the door behind her.

"Jim, in here please. The coast is clear, in there I think."

A policeman, in fact a very tall policeman, came into the Ladies. In his situation I think I would have maybe blushed with embarrassment but I realised he must be used to this sort of thing. Well, similar events anyway. And he rather surprised me. He didn't think twice, if it had been a genuine woman in there he could have had all sorts of accusations against him. He just stood on tiptoe in front of the cubicle door and looked over.

"Right there, mate, come on out. No excuses, we've not got time to waste. Come on."

The cubicle door opened. I didn't really get much of a look at the person in there, just a glimpse of the blue coat I had seen earlier and of a hand, a rather large hand, with a couple of rings on it. I was glad that my own hands were not very large for a man, and therefore were not an obstacle to my 'passing'. The woman PC looked towards me.

"Sorry to bother you, miss, but I had to be sure. We'll see to him now thanks." 

She indicated the door behind me. I was curiously interested, I wanted to see what 'she' really looked like. But I knew better than to hang around. I smiled weakly and got out!

There was a small crowd gathered outside the loo. I realised that if the rumour had got round about a trannie shoplifter one or two people would be looking at me with that in mind. I looked the store manager, or whoever he was, he seemed to be in some way in charge at the front of the crowd, straight in the eye.

"It's OK, they've got him" I said and looked towards the Ladies' door. 

Everyone looked that way - and I slipped out.

I abandoned the shopping expedition! That was enough for me! Later, as I stripped and took off my make-up back at the flat I had time to reflect. I had been a bit lucky, the police could easily have assumed there were two trannies working together in the store. On the other hand, with a woman, a police constable at that, a trained person, looking me up and down to try to work out whether I was a transvestite - I had fooled her. And even speaking to her she hadn't suspected. I swelled up with pride, if I'd still had my bra on my boobs would have thrust out. I was good at this!

That thought gave me confidence, I eagerly looked for another opportunity to dress, to go out, to 'be' a woman again. Certainly shopping though to a different store of course. Maybe even to a pub. Or to a hotel. I could stay a night! I was keen to try something at least. But all the way through October and November, a dim foggy dismal November, Helen and Charlie resolutely stayed at home. OK they went out some evenings, but always just for a few hours, never more. Never for a weekend.

Then just before Christmas, when I was wondering if I would ever get another chance. Charlie rang me. Very unusual, he rang me from home. From next door, well, from the house. I was in the flat. Asked if I could go round. I'd only actually been in the house two or three times, this was a little unusual. I had the impression it was something really important. I slipped a sweater on, it was a cold evening, and walked the five yards to his front door and rang the bell.

He answered, in his shirt sleeves.

"Come in, Ben, come in quickly, it's cold out there."

I went into the warm and rather luxurious hall.

"Ben. Please, I need your advice. We're going out to dinner tonight and Helen wants me to impress our host and his wife. You are a man with some taste. My wife doesn't like this tie - tell me, it does go with this shirt, doesn't it?"

For a moment I was just a little annoyed. I had been dragged from my little flat, OK, only five yards or so but on a cold night. And the work I had been doing had been disturbed, it was going to take me a while to get back into it. And all for a tie. I looked at Charlie, then I realised. He really did want to impress. He had a very attractive wife, I was sure she would look very nice indeed and he didn't want to let her down. Then I looked at the tie.

OK, so I'm not the world's snazziest dresser but even I could see - it just wouldn't do. Contrasting is one thing but clashing is quite another. Quite how Charlie had ever thought he would look good in that combination I don't know. I was something of an expert here anyway, basic design governs clothes as well as many other items you come across in life. And this - well, the design of the tie itself let alone the shirt, it was just awful. But I didn't say so. Not this time anyway.

"Actually Charlie I think your wife could be right. That combination - it just looks wrong."

He looked disappointed, then relented. 

"Thanks Ben, I'm glad I asked. Hang on, I'll get the other one."

"It's alright darling, I heard that. Here it is."

I turned to look at Helen as she came through from the lounge. She was carrying a tie. I think.

Because although I did notice that she was at least carrying something, my attention was not on any old tie she might have with her. I was just speechless. Such moments in life one remembers. In a brief moment a whole load of thoughts, ideas and fantasies flashed between my eyes, and I felt something stirring between my legs. I managed to control the urge to reach down, I just stood there - speechless. 

Helen looked gorgeous. Stupendous. Attractive, beautiful, sensational, all those. Fucking fantastic.

There are not many women you can say that about but in this case it was true. And there are not many women who can wear a simple, plain dress like the one she had on and look like sex personified. But she did. I looked.

Her hair was up, revealing such a gorgeous neck, I think she had maybe had her hair lightened. Just a little. A few wayward strands fell down towards her bare shoulders but these only added to the effect. Her make-up was gorgeous, how I envied her. I wished I could do my eyes and my lips so well. The scarlet lips - well, eminently kissable, enough said.

But the dress! It was scarlet too. 'Lady in Red' briefly came to mind. But not tarty, not decorated, just simple but sensationally worn. The shoulders were bare, the sleeves were tight and began about 6 inches down her arm. Somehow the cut from there didn't look odd, I might have thought it would. But the line of the dress swept tightly across her gorgeous chest and swooped down between her magnificent breasts. I really was speechless. My gaze descended to her trim waist, past the high hem of the dress, over the shapely legs in sheer red stockings - I was sure they were stockings! And then to her exquisite high heels, yet again scarlet, with thin ankle straps and small silver buckles. I gasped, audibly.

Suddenly I was aware I might be causing embarrassment, for Helen and also for Charlie. She smiled at me sweetly.

She stretched her arms out and asked "Well Ben, what do you think?"

I couldn't tell her! Even if her husband had not been there I wouldn't have dared. I choked slightly and turned. Charlie hadn't noticed my discomfort, he had been looking into the hall mirror as he changed his tie.

"Go on, Ben, what do you think? Isn't she gorgeous?"

He was smiling, I was reassured, he didn't feel threatened. Which of the words I had just thought of should I use to describe her? Not 'fucking fantastic', that's for sure.

"She looks stupendous!" I said, looking at Charlie as I said it, not wanting to show my embarrassment. Then - I 'gilded the lily' - maybe I shouldn't have done. "If I end up marrying a girl half so attractive, Charlie, I'll think myself very lucky indeed."

Why I said that I don't know. I looked at her, then at him, hoping he hadn't been offended. It was Helen who spoke first. She walked towards me. Or rather glided, I wished I could walk in heels like that, and kissed me very lightly on the cheek.

"Thank you Ben, and thanks for agreeing me about the tie. How's that?"

She looked towards Charlie. I followed her gaze.

"That looks great, you both do." Was all I could say.

"OK honey" said Charlie. "We'd better be off. Hope we don't disturb you when we come back, Ben, it may be late."

And then Helen surprised me. She squeezed my arm as we all went out of the door.

"We'll be quiet, Ben. You never know, Charlie, what Ben might be up to while we're out. Maybe he's bringing a girl round. "

I think I blushed, anyway Charlie had the last word as we left and I turned to go round to my front door. 

"OK Ben we'll be quiet. Just in case". 

I looked at him, he grinned widely.

I didn't have a girl lined up. But my cock was incredibly aroused at the sight of Helen. I just couldn't wait. No time to dress in the remains of the evening, I just got out my black silky panties, stripped, pulled them of, lay on my bed, and wanked while fantasising about Helen. Hard. Twice.

I had to get up and dress and put in a couple of hours more on my project but I washed the panties out and hung them to dry. I didn't hear the two of them return. And having spent a little too long on that project that night I didn't get up too early. It was about 11 am when I surfaced and dressed. I was just stepping out of the front door to get the milk in when I was greeted with the gorgeous sight of Helen tripping along the path towards me.

"Hi there sleepyhead."

I looked up at her, amazed that she could look so young and vibrant at that time in the morning. The mind-boggling red dress had gone, it had been replaced by a tight black sweater which didn't show any flesh at all but did outline her sensational figure, and tight jeans.

"Morning" I grunted, then cheered up as I briefly thought of the contents of that black sweater. Down boy, down, I thought to myself. "And what time did you get in then? I was up until nearly one, I didn't hear you. Did you have a good time?"

"Great" she enthused. "The couple we were with are lovely people. And. Did I mention we wanted to invite them down to our cottage in March, when the weather gets better?"

I commented that I couldn't remember her telling me about that. She just kept on smiling, it really was a pleasure to be in her company. A little cold breeze began to blow so I grabbed my milk and headed in, she followed me, she obviously had some good news to tell me about.

"Well, Jack and Claire, that's the couple, they love Cornwall too. Claire said they would love to spend some time with us at the cottage. And they've invited us to go with them, they have a small villa near Nice. Should be warmer even at this time of year. So we're going next weekend. The thing is, you remember Charlie asked you about house-sitting? Well, are you around then, and the following week. It's the end of term then isn't it? Are you going away maybe? To parents or to friends?"

Heck, no. I wasn't. And for almost the whole term I had been living at a reduced rent on the understanding that I did help out in this way. I couldn't turn her down, could I? I wasn't thinking - I offered her a coffee while we sorted out the practicalities. She grabbed the milk and rushed into the kitchen. I didn't realise my mistake, even when I glimpsed her returning almost immediately as I folded away my project stuff.

"Ben, you devil. Charlie was right!"

I looked up I must have blushed. She was carrying my skimpy black silk panties, and beaming widely.

"So who is she? I didn't realise when Charlie mentioned it yesterday, I've never seen you bring any women round here. I must admit I was beginning to wonder about you, you know. After all you know what students are supposed to be like, drink and sex, sex and drink."

My immediate fear subsided. She had jumped to the obvious conclusion, not the real one. Well at least I had got away with that, I had left my panties hanging over a radiator in the kitchen to dry. I decided to shrug it off, to get onto another topic of conversation very quickly.

"Well, I do my share."

"Of which?" asked Helen.

I just grinned at her, again hoping for the subject to pass.

"So, when are you going? Loads of sunshine I hope, nice in December."

We chatted for a few minutes more, I was a little relieved when she left. I had to hurry a little to get into college in time, I had two students waiting for me. That evening Charlie came round, Helen had obviously told him about her discovery but he didn't actually say anything about it. We sorted out when they were going, when I was going to be going in to water the house plants and so on, generally looking after things, picking up post from the doormat, that sort of thing.

It was then that the full implication hit me. They were going to be gone for five days. Lots and lots of chances to dress. I realised it was going to be a great opportunity.

The next two days were rather hectic at college, I hardly had time to devote to planning the coming weekend. But on the Thursday I did, managing to call in on the way home to add to my collection of make-up and underwear to an extent. I had planned to do more on the Friday, just before Helen and Charlie left. I did, buying a skirt at a small shop I dared to go into, and a pair of earrings too. Driving back home that night I was excited. I felt myself nearly ready for possibly the most exciting evening yet. 

Except that I had forgotten something. Something important, very important. So on the way home, nearly at home, I was forced to turn back and try to find a chemist's shop. Nail varnish remover. I had the actual varnish, in a colour very close to my 'French' lipstick colour, but I had forgotten that I would have to remove it. As I did a reverse turn to head back into town I heard a sharp blast on a car horn. I was blocking someone's drive as I tried to reverse around a corner. I had little option, I didn't want to cause a traffic problem and I could see a large bus heading towards me. I had no choice but to drive on past the flat and then do a left and a left again, try to double back and hit the main road slightly further out of town so I could get there before the chemist's shut. I was pushing it a bit close.

And inevitably and very quickly I was somewhat lost. The second turn took me onto a road which swung round, it was obviously not parallel to my original route. I reckoned my best bet was to carry on, I had to meet a main road soon, then turn and head back into town.

I did just that, met the main road, turned and - almost right in front of me I saw a chemist's shop. Not the one I had planned on using but, hell this would do, it was closer. And big enough too, it would certainly have what I wanted. I had got over the embarrassment stage by then, I could easily just brazen out the purchase, pay and walk out. I pulled into the small parking bay in front and got out. I went in, found the bottle on the shelf, paid and left the shop, heading for my car.

Then I looked up. I couldn't believe it. There, across the road, the large display board, the shop name caught my eye. 'Transform'. I'd heard about the shop, the chain of shops indeed. But I didn't know there was a local branch. London I knew had one, and Manchester, and Bristol. But here. On the edge of Birmingham. I had been living within a quarter of a mile of this store for three months, in fact within a mile for three years, and I hadn't known it was there. I opened the car, threw the bag I was carrying in, and re-locked it. I just HAD TO go in.

Nerves? Well, yes of course, I had always planned any activity to do with my 'dressing' oh-so carefully. But, sod it, this was an opportunity not to be missed. There was no-one waiting at the bus-stop outside, I might have thought twice if there had been. The sign on the door - I glanced quickly at it - revealed that it shut at eight. Two hours away, more. Lots of time. 

I pushed the handle, nothing happened. Surely it was not closed. Then I noticed the bell. A security door, maybe they thought it was needed for that type of shop. I pressed and heard a slight buzz from inside, then heard the door-lock click. I pushed and went in. I know I shouldn't have been surprised at what I saw, but I was.

I knew this wasn't just a clothes shop, I'd seen the adverts in a magazine. They did all sorts of stuff for trannies. I looked round clothes, shoes, magazines. One section caught my eye. Prostheses, imitation bits that is, basically breast-forms and imitation vaginas. I walked toward sit and looked. The breast-forms on display, they looked very real. A young woman in a white blouse came over towards me.

"Hello there, can I help?"

Her name was Janet, at least that's what her lapel badge indicated. And help she did. I had to leave the shop briefly half an hour later - to go to the ATM I had seen just along from the chemist's shop, but I went back in loaded with cash. For some reason, although I had effectively owned up to Jane that I was a cross-dresser, I didn't want to use a card to buy stuff, that made it too official. I lashed out nearly £200 - the limit my card could do in one go. I was going to need more cash tomorrow. But I left the shop carrying a large brown bag, no shop logo I was delighted to see.

Back home ten minutes later I laid the bag on my bed and opened it. Only three items, for £200. But what items. One pair of breast-forms, big but not too big I hoped, Janet had said I had 'the frame to carry them'. Maybe she was just after a sale. And one pair of shoes, in a 'Sale' bin in the shop but exactly what I had wanted and only £20. And a basque, but what a basque. Thin, tight, red, very elasticated, very shiny. It looked great and I couldn't wait to see me in it.

And I called in again the next day – and bought myself a wig!

But I was going to have to wait. I knew it was time to stop the impulses, get back on track, back to the plan. I folded and packed all the stuff carefully at the back of my small wardrobe and did my supper. I expected Helen or Charlie might come round, I didn't want to get caught out. And I was right, just before nine there was a knock at the door. It was both of them. Helen did look so eager, obviously she still had a sense of child-like excitement and anticipation. Charlie was more practical. We all went over into the house, Charlie showed me how to deal with the security system. It had been giving some trouble but seemed to work OK when we tested it. Helen showed me the plants in the conservatory I would have to see to, and where the coffee was in the kitchen, and so on.




That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 02



I left at half past ten after wishing them bon voyage and spent a rather uneasy night. They were due back on the Thursday, a few days before Christmas. I had five clear days in the middle. On my own. Unobserved.

Saturday turned into a no-no, despite my best efforts I just couldn't get out of helping with some stuff which some students at college were sorting out for the start-of-term event at the beginning of January. It had to be done that day, most of them were off home the Sunday or Monday. Normally I would have been delighted to help out, but this time? I did end up having quite a fun evening anyway, not drinking too much but spending quite some time on the floor of one of my student's flats, basically necking and fondling with his big sister who had come up to take him home to Scotland the next day. I wasn't drunk but she was. Which ruled out sex but didn't preclude all sorts of rather interesting amorous activities. However I made my excuses just before midnight.

I went down to the college that Sunday, it was virtually deserted. Most of the post-holes had been emptied. Now I was on my own. I filled myself in on the contact list - 'away until Thursday' - and left.

I had a light lunch and then, at 2.00 pm precisely, set to it. I had never had a real opportunity like this - and I was going to make the most of it!

I started with a bath, a hot bath, a sweet-scented very hot bath, to soften my skin and get it ready for the next stage. I'd never really had any quantity of body hair, ten minutes after getting out of the bath I had none - courtesy of a depilatory shampoo and a hot shower. I felt smooth, my skin felt sensuous as I patted my body dry. A light coating of a fragrant oil followed, it felt wonderful as it dried on my warm smooth skin. I pulled on the panties I had bought, red and very silky-looking. I tucked myself in and turned to the items I had spread out over the bed.

The breast-forms came next, a new experience for me. I had already spent some time carefully reading the instructions for the forms and the adhesive and so on. Now I put what I had learned into practice, smoothly smearing the adhesive into place, then lying down and positioning them carefully over my chest. Just three minutes later I sat up - wow! The feeling was electric, their weight pulling down, I was definitely going to need strong support from my bra! I then carefully used the supplied make-up round the top edges, ending up smoothing it gently into position and then looked at the effect in a mirror. It looked even better than I had imagined, I honestly couldn't see the join.

Next came the basque, smooth and silky and tight, very heavily elasticated with extra ties at the back. I got the 'boobs' nestled into the cups and then pulled the ties as best I could. Then I had an idea. I looped the ties over a door handle and leaned forward, feeling my waist squeezed in almost until I couldn't breathe. Yet again the sight of my boobs, pushed up and out, excited me. I removed the neck-straps. Yes, I could indeed wear the basque strapless. I had another plan in mind.

I quickly slid on my stockings, the gorgeous real-silk French pair I had been saving, and clipped the lace tops into the suspender straps of the basque. Then stood up once more to enjoy the constricting feeling of the elasticated straps stretched over the tops of my thighs. I looked in the mirror. The stockings did indeed go quite some way up my thighs, I was going to be able to wear a short skirt or dress with them without showing the stocking tops. Or at least without exposing them too much anyway. I settled down again at the small dressing table to do my make-up, taking my time with the smooth slightly gloss foundation cream, not too thickly, just enough to do the job of covering any blemishes on my previously-masculine face.

I enjoyed this part, the make-up, the careful craft of rendering my face feminine. A little blusher, my eyebrows carefully but not too boldly delineated. Eye-shadow, eyeliner, mascara, I just loved the changes which came over my face at each stage of the 'magic' process. Just a little blusher to finish, then steady application with my lip pencil, two coats of lipstick and one of lip-gloss to finish the task.

I often tried not to look in the mirror at this stage, I really wanted to wait to see the final effect in one go. But I had to inspect my wig when I shook it into place after clipping the wig-liner to my own flattened hair behind my ears. But I tried not to see the full effect, that was for later. The wig was not my 'old' straight hair job, this was the dark-blonde one I had bought from 'Transform', shoulder length and rather curly, the nearest I had ever tried to 'big hair'.

I had saved doing my nails until last, knowing that trying to do make-up while wearing them would be awkward. But now it was time to unwrap the pack and stick them into place, longish clear nails, just asking to be painted. I don't appreciate the smell of solvents usually but this was different, sitting there with my silky legs crossed, meticulously applying the shiny colour over the clear surface of the nails, enjoying the transformation as it took place finger by finger, resulting in ten bright red talons, long, thin, shiny and sensual. I felt good. 

I was ready for the final stage of the 'plan'. I realised it depended on one thing out of my control but I thought I knew my landlady well enough. She wouldn't have let me down. I slipped on a pair of trainers, they felt odd on my stocking-clad feet. Then a pair of jogging pants and my track top, loose fitting, and zipped it up. It was getting dark outside now. But what did I care? There was no-one around to see me. I grabbed my small 'jewel' case and my high heels and shoved them in a small bag. And left the house.

Not that I was going far of course. Just a few yards to Charlie and Helen's front door. I unlocked the door and slipped quickly in, turning on the hall light and crossing quickly to the alarm console. I tapped in the four-figure code Charlie had set for the period he was away, I was sure he would re-set it after their return. I was relieved when the small red LED went out, to be replaced by the green one next to it. Deactivated, good. I quickly tripped upstairs and into what I knew to be the master bedroom.

I opened the double-doors facing me and was visually assaulted by a TV's delight. Two long racks of absolutely gorgeous, and very feminine, clothes. Not exactly all shapes and sizes, I knew quite a lot of them would never fit me. Helen was, I guessed, a size 8 or 10, I was a 12. But I had looked carefully at her figure in the past few days, I estimated she had maybe put on just a little weight. Which meant that anything she had bought recently would be a 10. I scanned down the rack of dresses and my eyes lit up. Yes. It was there.

That red dress. I knew I had judged her right. She had already been out with the friends they were staying with wearing that dress. Gorgeous though it was she would not want to wear it again in their company, certainly not so soon. I just knew she would have left it behind and I was right. I reached out, my hands trembling a little, and took the hanger, laying it gently on the bed. It was the right dress. I slipped it off its hanger and stared. I was trembling with excitement, never in my life had I dreamed of being able to wear such a dress. I looked carefully at the label, everything was going right, it was a size 10 rather than an 8. I reckoned that with my new basque, pulling me in and squeezing me into all the right places I might well be able to get it on.

I opened the bag I had brought and shook the contents, my jewellery and shoes, onto the bed. I quickly slipped off my outer clothes, then found and clipped on a pair of earrings I had bought specially in town, heavy silver hoops with a red inset. I added four rings to my fingers, a gold and silver mixture but two of them with a fake ruby stone. And, I wondered about it at the time but I did it, a gold band - on the third finger of my left hand. I clipped a silver-mesh choker, again with a ruby motif at the front, round my neck. I slipped on my red high heels. Now for it.

I held up the dress and allowed my fingers to glide over the smooth fabric, feeling my excitement grow. In one sense I just wanted to carry on preparing, the anticipation was such a buzz. But now was the time, I was ready. I slid the back zip down, opened up the dress, and stepped in. I've dressed in women's clothes so often since, it always gives me a thrill, but that moment has been one of the best, the erotic and sensuous feeling as the fabric slid up over my thighs and I reached to fit my arms into the sleeves. That bit went OK, I had to struggle a little to fit it fully over my waist, to pull the cups into place over my basque and hide it inside the smooth folds on the 'bosom' of the dress, the finally to reach behind me and tug the zipper all the way up. It was a struggle but I was ready. Finished. I turned to look in Helen's full length mirror. Orgasm time!

Or nearly. There was certainly, not for the first time but this was the strongest I had felt it, a sexual thrill in seeing myself, in the mirror, dressed like that. It fitted me, not exactly like a glove but it did fit. I looked and felt gorgeous. Dare I say it but, with my 'fake' breasts just about contained I presented an even more sensual and sexy image than Helen had done herself. I shivered as I looked and began to walk round the room, enjoying the feel of the extra-high heels, admiring the way I could swagger a little and exaggerate the wiggle of my bum, leaning against a chair and posing as I exposed my thigh to myself, and - dare I say it - imagining the effect I would have if I walked into a bar full of - men!

Of course that was not on. But I could do the 'bar' part. I looked in the wardrobe again, found Helen's small clutch bag, the one I had seen her with when she had worn the dress. 'My' dress, at least for now. I transferred into it the few things I had brought in my pockets, lipstick, mascara, purse, lighter and so on, and went downstairs. And spent over half an hour strolling round the house, just being there, trying to glimpse myself at every angle in every mirror there, in the hall, in the kitchen, even the large glass window leading to the conservatory.

I found the drinks cabinet and, after carefully inspecting everything so that I could replace things, exactly as before, I did myself a drink, a vodka-and -lime, what I had decided was to be 'my' femme drink. I sat on a stool in the kitchen, legs crossed, posing, lit myself a long cigarette, sipped my drink, and dreamed again what it would be like to be like this, to be seen, to be out in public, looking and feeling so good. To be my own woman.

I even at one stage went up to get my keys from the bedroom, eager to go out, go for a drive, maybe even actually go into a bar. And.... who knows? But I didn't. I just did myself another drink, and posed. 

Eventually I dared to actually go out, but only into the back garden. I opened the patio door and stepped out, just strolled for a minute, feeling the cool wind on my legs and on my bare shoulders. But it was a little too cold for that really, I went back in and poured myself another drink and sat on the sofa sipping it, imagining. This was so good, I had a warm cosy feeling all over, I closed my eyes for a few moments.

"Hello there".

What the hell was that!!

End of Part 2




That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 03



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A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! 

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Part 3

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"Hello there."

What the hell was that!!

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Inevitably, I jumped. What was happening? Who had said that? Where was I? I opened my eyes - I must have just dropped off. Then I remembered. I looked down, saw my long nylon-encased legs stretched out in front of me, the scarlet ultra-high heels. And, just beyond the toes of those gorgeous heels, my eyes re-focused - on a man. He was standing in the doorway to the conservatory. Blast, I must have left it unlocked. What did that matter? Even if the door had been locked he would have seen me through the glass. But who the hell was he? And what was he thinking? Both questions were answered fairly quickly.

"Er - hello there Mrs Warner. Sorry - I didn't mean to wake you."

Mrs Warner?

"It's just that - your husband asked for the alarm system to be looked at. I was due to come last week but, what with the flu and all, we had so many staff off. You know how it is. Anyway I was doing a job near here, I thought I might be able to do it now. It's not a long job, at least it shouldn't be. If it's not convenient - I could come back."

I was struck dumb. He was a locksmith or something - yes? I was still looking at him open-mouthed. I wanted to speak but couldn't. He hadn't 'spotted' me. In fact more than that he had jumped to an assumption. That I was Mrs Warner, Helena. I didn't have time to think what to do or say, this guy was ahead of me. He stepped in through the door and reached into his pocket.

Just for a moment, like in the movies, I thought he was going to pull a gun out. Silly thought, that may happen in the films, but not here, not in England, not in the provinces like this. But it wasn't a gun, he pulled out an ID card and showed it towards me. I sat up and crossed my legs, noticing that his eyes down to follow my movements. I tried to pull the hem of the dress down as I shuffled and looked at the card.

'David Geller. ICT Locks and Security'.

He was who he said he was. I began to recover my composure. Hell, maybe I could get away with this. I had to! Without getting into all sorts of weird and complicated explanations. I had no alternative. I stood up and tried to smile sweetly at him.

"I'm so sorry, you did surprise me, Mr. Geller. I must have dropped off. Please, do come on in. You had better fix it while you are here, if you can."

I had begun to get my thoughts together. He was here, I had to get out of this. And what I didn't want was him coming back tomorrow and me having to be dressed up again. And I certainly didn't need him returning next week, and finding a different Mrs. Warner. My best bet was to carry it through there and then, get it done with as quickly as I could and get back to something like normal. I stood up and walked through into the living room, turning to greet my 'guest' properly.

"Mr. Geller. My husband didn't say he had asked you to call, you caught me off guard. Is there anything I can get for you?"

"Well, just show me the main control Ma'am. From what Mr. Warner said it really is a simple problem. I should be able to sort it in a few minutes. Like I said I was supposed to sort it earlier but - well, you know".

I smiled, rather weakly, I knew what he was on about, bosses expecting their staff to get everything done today, if not yesterday. That was why I was so keen to get my Master's, to go into employment as high up the ladder as possible. I was determined to be somewhat more sympathetic if I got the chance, it was that sort of stress which had driven my Dad to an early grave. I walked with Mr Geller into the hall and showed him the panel on the wall. He smiled back at me and confirmed that it shouldn't take long. I turned and walked back into the lounge, I needed another drink! I was amazingly getting away with this so far, but I knew I shouldn't push my luck. I was trying very hard to keep my own voice as soft and gentle as I could, believing I had a rather feminine timbre. It seemed to be working.

I poured a vodka and sat down, and began to shake. Somehow I had got through the last few minutes but the enormity of what I had just done was beginning to get to me. This was worse than that incident in the supermarket, in the Ladies' loo. Way, way worse. This man in the hall, he thought I was a woman. More than that he had me down as Helena Warner.

And even more than that, I wasn't just dressed as a female, I was rather promiscuously dressed at that, in Helena's ultra-sexy red dress. I looked down at my legs and shuffled to hide my stocking tops again even though he was not there to see. And I tried to pull up the material over my 'bust' - I felt very exposed.

Slowly I settled as the drink took its effect, I even had another. Then Mr Geller came through from the hall.

"OK Mrs Warner. Finished. It was a simple fault, all done. I need to show you the new coding."

I had to follow Mr Geller into the hall, he showed me how to put in a four-figure coding, to set a new password. I had to choose - this was going to take some explaining to the Warner's. But that was for later, just now it was important to finish this quickly. I came up with my own coding, 1201, the twelfth of January, my own birthday. All done, I was grateful to Mr Geller for getting the job done - and for not realising I was a man! I tried to think how Helena would act in this situation and it was then I made my first mistake.

"Thanks for your help - can I offer you a drink?"

OK, Helena would have probably done exactly that but I didn't really realise the implications of behaving just as Helena would have done. I almost bit my tongue as soon as I had made the offer.

"Thanks, I'll have a whisky and soda if I may. Just a small one -- I'm driving."

OK so I had done it. I was committed now. I got him the drink and we sat down in the lounge, me on the sofa, him on an armchair facing me. I didn't really realise the significance of what he said and the questions he was asking. He was asking about my husband, where he was, about myself, and eventually --

"That really is a gorgeous dress, Mrs Warner."

"Oh, sorry, it's just well - it's a special evening next week. I wanted to try something special for my husband so I got a new dress."

Again I tried to put myself in Helena's shoes, in her high heels in fact, to do whatever she would do in that situation. I probably got it nearly right but at that stage I am afraid the vodka started to have a big influence on my behaviour. I stood up and 'gave him a twirl', really I was showing off, rather too much it seems.

"Well Mrs Warner. I have to say your husband is a lucky man. The dress is lovely and he is very fortunate to have such a gorgeous wife."

I would have swooned with pride, glowed with self-satisfaction at being called 'gorgeous' if I hadn't been rather seriously affected by the drink. I smiled widely at my guest and teetered into the kitchen to get another glass - I couldn't remember where I had put mine down.

But it was as I returned, he was just heading out of the lounge, maybe towards the kitchen to find me, I wobbled a little and he put his arms out to catch me. Maybe I should have recoiled, told him off, screamed or something but I didn't. For some reason I giggled. It seemed the thing to do, but it was as I looked up at him, at this man holding me, that I realised there really was going to be trouble.

He lowered his head to my neck and kissed me! And not just a quick peck either, I could feel very warm lips moving round my exposed neck. At the same time his left hand slid up and cupped my right breast, causing it to bulge out of my bra slightly. Now I did recoil, or at least I tried to, he was gripping me rather tightly.,

"Mr Geller, please, I'm a married woman!"

I'm not entirely sure how I expected him to react, certainly I didn't want what came next.

"Well, I'm nearly a married man so that doesn't mean anything. And I'm not going to let this chance escape me. Come here, you gorgeous tart."

At which he buried his face in my neck again and squeezed my 'breast' harder, at the same time beginning to slide his other hand up my nylon-covered leg and inside my dress. I sobered up remarkably quickly, but I didn't seem to be able to do anything. I panted as he caressed my thigh, Christ, this was - amazing! I found myself enjoying the attention, the proximity of a man, the feeling of being wanted, of being desired. Just for a moment I held him harder, pulled him towards me, I was groaning a little in the ecstasy of the situation.

But this was not right. Not that a guy wanted me, after all like many TVs I'd had fantasies about being with a guy. About all sorts of disgusting sexual acts between us, me being a dominant woman or submissive, dressed in all sorts of outfits or even naked. But always as a woman. And now that it was happening, something was wrong.

What was wrong was that his wasn't a fantasy, this was real life. And with the direction he was taking it wouldn't be too long before his hand slid up to my panties. And then my secret would be out. All sorts of complications could well follow, and some of them would be most definitely unpleasant. I squirmed in his grasp but he was bigger and stronger than me. He dragged me over to the sofa and pushed me down, then sat next to me and leaned over to try to kiss me.

"Now then my gorgeous one, you can't tell me this is not what you want. Looking like that you know you'd turn any man on. And I'm getting really horny right now."

At which he horrified me by reaching down and unzipping his pants - and pulling his prick out. It was erect, not surprising really under the circumstances, and big. I only had my own for comparison really, and this was quite a bit bigger. I stared, fascinated, as he eased his pants down to reveal his big straining cock, swollen balls, his dark bushy pubic hair. I was really thrilled again - just for a moment.

"Now my love, get your knickers off. I'm going to give you a solid fucking!"

I was aghast. This would not do. I had to get a way out of this, really my options were very limited. I thought for a moment, then relaxed. I was at that moment very sober indeed. I knew exactly what I had to do. I smiled at him.

"OK then - David isn't it?"

I smiled wider and slowly moved my hand to caress his cock. How many times had I dreamed about this? This moment, when I would have a man in a sense at my mercy. I knew what I was capable of or at least I thought so. After all, I had been on the 'other side' of this equation, with a girl in my arms, in my bed, wherever, knowing that just by teasing me she could get anything she wanted. As I gently caressed his swollen cock with my fingers he started groaning quietly. The old saying about 'get him just on the point of ejaculation, then ask for that new dress'. Or washing machine. Or car. Anything. At that moment a guy will promise a girl whatever she wants. And I knew that as I slid my fingers up and down his erect penis, gently teasing it with my long red nails I had this guy, David, there right now. I had wanted this, really for so long.

But not like this. I was pretending, for a reason. This was not consensual sex. He was still gripping me hard round the waist, he was hurting me. I had to offer him oral sex - or he would rape me. And then I'd be in trouble, as soon as he found out. I leaned over, my rich glossy red lips only inches from his swelling cock-head. I've no doubt now I could have got away with it, sucked him off, drained him orally. But I daren't risk him wanting to go further, to fuck me, to try to shove his cock up my cunt - I didn't have one. He couldn't rape me but he could try.

"OK honey, come on. Suck me off, my fucking girl-friend will never do that for me. I want to fuck your mouth, darling, come on, do it!"

He was still holding me firmly, I had to get him to relax - just a little. I looked him in the eyes, and slowly slid my tongue round my rich red lips. I turned on as sexy a voice as I could manage.

"Ooh David, you really do have a gorgeous cock, don't you. I bet your girlfriend loves it up her. I bet you like to shove it in hard, deep inside her, shooting your load up her. Would you like to ram it up me, my darling? Would you like to squirt your hot love juices deep inside me? Would you?"

It worked. He relaxed his grip just a little, I had my chance. I knew what I had to do. OK it was unfair but - well, he was effectively a rapist after all. I opened my mouth wide and just began to move my red lips down towards his cock-head. I tried not to think what I was doing.

Then I shifted my weight very slightly and reached to caress his cock again - and dug my long red nails, very hard indeed, into the flesh round the top of his cock. He cried out loudly. I could imagine exactly the feelings going through him at that moment. I wasn't crying but the thought began to bring tears to my eyes.

"Oh Christ!" he shouted, jerking back, releasing his grip on me, grabbing himself between his legs to quell the pain.

I wasn't sorry for what I had done, he had deserved it. I jumped up and ran into the kitchen, stumbling a little on my high heels. I had to open two of the kitchen drawers - I knew roughly where to find what I wanted. I turned to face him as he stormed into the kitchen, still clutching himself between the legs, still obviously in pain but now furious, out to kill or at least maim me. I stared at him, and held out the long, sharp kitchen knife I had found.

"You fucking bitch, you wait, I'm gonna ..."

He stopped when he saw what I had in my hand. We were both somewhat the worse for drink but we both knew what might be about to happen. One or both of us might get seriously hurt. I stared him straight in the eyes and thrust the knife out towards him again. I realised I must look a sight - my left stocking was torn and my right fake tit was out, thrusting up, not properly held by my bra, I managed to slide it back into place.

"Now. Look here you fucking bastard. When a woman says no she means no. OK? I know your pride is hurt and so is your cock. But there is no way you are going to fucking screw me."

He flinched, moving a little towards me. I thrust again into mid-air with the knife, he backed off.

"You come an inch nearer and I'll lash out. OK you could probably win, you're a big strong guy. But I guarantee I'd do you a lot of damage first. So. Cut your losses. Calm down, zip up and get out. You have thirty seconds. Then I ring the fucking cops."

I was standing next to the kitchen phone, and grabbed the handset. I had no intention of dialling, obviously. I just hoped he would see sense. And thankfully he did. He started to mutter.

"Shut it you bastard. One word about this and your boss - and your girlfriend - will hear about it. Be sensible. Get out and stay out!"

I was amazed at myself, how calmly I had managed to say all that. I was shaking inside, really I was absolutely terrified. He could have killed me. He stood up, breathed a little deeply for a few seconds, then turned and grabbed his tool-case. He walked out of the front door without a word. I just stood there, and now I did begin to shake. I dropped the knife. Then I took my glass, poured the gin in it down the sink, and had a large drink of water. I myself breathed deeply. It was over.

Now I was into rescue mode, to save the situation. I looked in the mirror, not to pose or admire myself this time but to see what sort of state I was in and in particular to see what Helena's dress was like. At first glance it looked OK. I went to the security control and, to be sure, immediately re-programmed it - with my late father's birthday instead of mine! I strolled over towards the front door and made certain the lock and the safety were on, then went round to the patio door at the back and did the same.

An hour later I was leaving the house, wearing only my jacket and trainers and jogging pants. I walked very quickly to my own front door, which I had left unlocked all this time. Luckily there were no problems. Another hour later, just before 12, it was 'Ben', not my female alter ego, who tidied away all his feminine things, clothes, makeup, wig and such, and got ready for bed.

Despite all the hiatus I slept. I must have been to some extent emotionally drained. At eight the next morning the sun woke me as it began to stream into my bedroom window. I woke and dressed, had a coffee, and considered the events of the previous evening. Phase A had been brilliant, dressing and posing, and that dress had really suited me. OK, phase B had been a disaster. But I had got out of it OK, somehow, I was pretty sure that 'Helena' had got the message across. Mr. David Geller would not be back.

I spent another couple of hours tidying in Helena and Charlie's house, washing and putting away the glasses, hanging that dress up, wiping surfaces and so on. Then I went shopping and bought bottles of whisky and gin and lime juice and soda - and topped up theirs to make up for what I had taken. When I had finished, just before noon, I was as sure as I could be that nobody would be any the wiser. Oh, and I watered Helena's house plants too.

Although I had planned to dress two or three times while they were away, really I couldn't. In fact I wasn't sure I ever would again. I really had been shaken up. But over the next couple of days I did get my act together again. By the Friday, when my mother came briefly to visit and to pass on my Christmas present, I was almost back to normal. I was staying in the flat over Christmas.

Mother knew why, for some reason I just couldn't get on with my new stepfather. He seemed nice enough, maybe I still hadn't got over Dad. Anyway absolutely everything femme was well and truly away for her visit. We ended up having a nice lunch, I cooked it myself, and spending the afternoon talking about my plans. Like any mother the 'girlfriend' topic came up more than once but I managed to talk my way round that one. She left at about five.

And the next day, three days before Christmas, Charlie and Helena were back. I was a little nervous the first five minutes, wondering what they might notice - if I had left anything not as it should be. But no, it all seemed OK. Charlie came round to see me after a short while, to thank me for what I had done. I told him it was OK, after all he was effectively paying me for looking after he house. I wondered whether or not to tell him someone had been to fix the security system but decided not to. Let it wait, I thought, I could always say something later.

But. Big but!! It was later on that day, after Charlie had gone off to check on one of his stores, that Helena came round.

"Ben, please, can you come into the house. There's something I want to show you".

I wondered what. Had I got the levels on the vodka bottle wrong? Had I replaced her dress in a way which showed it had been in some way tampered with? But when I did go round Helena was sat in the lounge. On the very sofa where David Geller had tried it on with me while I had been wearing her dress. She was not so provocatively dressed this time of course, in a white T-shirt and tight jeans. She still made a fine figure of a woman though.

"Ben, sit down, I've done you a coffee ."

She had the remote in her hand. She stretched it out towards the TV and pressed. I looked, the screen was showing the usual 'snow' when it is not taping correctly. Then it cleared.

I almost stopped breathing. The shock hit me. There, on screen. walking towards what was obviously Helena's front door - was a woman wearing a red dress, a blonde woman in black stockings and high heels. I gulped. Shit!

End of Part 3.



That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 04



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A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! 
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Part 4

I almost stopped breathing. The shock hit me. There, on screen. walking towards what was obviously Helena's front door - was a woman wearing a red dress, a blonde woman in black stockings and high heels. I gulped. Shit!

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I started to speak but Helena was staring at me. Hell, how was I going to get out of this one? The answer was, of course, that I wasn't. I was caught, red handed or rather red-footed. Red all over in fact, the dress, the lipstick, the nails, the heels. Well, nearly all over. Red stockings would have looked better but I hadn't got any. Still the black looked OK. Hell what was I thinking about that for?

My face must certainly have been red at the time, I was so embarrassed. I looked over at Helena who was still watching the screen. It now showed me, Ben that is, in normal clothes, going out, then the screen went snowy again.

"The camera must have started working again, we thought it was broken" said Helena looking straight at me. "Just for a moment I thought that was me, the dress, you know. Then I noticed the hair style didn't look right. And the black stockings - or were you wearing tights?"

I just sat there dumbfounded. Getting found out was one thing, but by Helena, and in her dress too. I opened my mouth and a short grunt came out. I closed it, swallowed, and started again.

"Er - Mrs Warner. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to - well, you know. It was just a bit of fun. I've never done it before, honest, it was just that one time."

She looked at me calmly. 

"Ben, I do have to admit I am very surprised. I mean - I never suspected. A cross-dresser. You! Well! And don't try to tell me that was your first time. You looked so good, so convincing really, you've done that before, haven't you? Come on, be honest."

"Well Mrs Warner. I mean - I have dressed up before, yes, what I meant was - I haven't you know, in this house I mean. It was just that - that dress, it is so gorgeous, I just couldn't resist it. But I've never done that before. And obviously - "

I was thinking what to say next, trying not to sound such a fool really when the phone rang. Helena picked it up.

"Oh hello mother.... Yes, back a few hours ago ... yes, hang on a moment."

She pressed the mute button on the handset and looked over at me.

"Ben, can we talk about this later. Please. In about a quarter of an hour. I'll come round to the flat. OK?"

I weakly nodded a 'yes' and left, stumbling somewhat on my way back to my flat. I hadn't been really able to read how my landlady was taking this, she had seemed calm so far. But I realised I had made a major error. Aside from getting caught. Not that I should have revealed all, I mean you don't do that, do you. Not to a landlady, not one like Helena anyway. I wasn't tempted to go for vodka, that was really the drink I had when I was 'being' a woman. But I did get a beer from the fridge and felt a bit better after it, well, just a little better. Then, realising that all good things come to an end, I started on my papers, piled round the computer on my desk. I began packing them into a big box. Obviously I had to go. Helena surprised me when she came into the flat - maybe she should have knocked, but I had left the door ajar I think.

"What are you doing, Ben?"

"Packing. I mean, I think that's the best thing, if I just go. I really am so sorry."

"Ben, stop apologising. I do realise you shouldn't have done what you did, not the way you did, but there is more at stake here. I mean, OK, I know you like to dress as a woman. But does it go further? I mean, do you - you know - date men, that sort of thing. I mean - are you gay?"

I had to stop for a moment. The video had obviously shown me, dressed, at the door. That must have been when I switched the camera on, when I reset the system after that guy had left. She obviously hadn't seen any of that. But it was what she said next which changed my thinking.

"Ben, there's not a problem if you are. Please believe me. Out here in the sticks we don't see much of the gay scene, in fact I think I only know one gay man, he works at one of Charlie's shops. And I don't know a single lesbian, not that I know anyway."

"Well Mrs Warner. No I am not, I've only ever been with women. I mean, I'm interested in a way but I've never tried anything. Never really wanted to."

"OK Ben. And call me Helena, 'Mrs Warner' sounds so formal. Now, what are we going to do. You certainly have no need to leave. You said interested. Well I am interested - in you, with you, Ben? I really want to see what you are like. I didn't get a good look on the video. Do me a very big favour please. In fact two favours. One, stop packing. And two, I'd like to see you dressed. Would you do that for me?"

My mind immediately said yes. But I knew I couldn't, shouldn't, keep things secret. I had to tell it all, whatever the consequences. I decided that Helena had to know everything, my earlier dressing, the few times I had been out dressed, the policewoman in that Ladies' loo - and the locksmith guy. Everything.

It took me half an hour. I wobbled between talking lucidly about getting dressed, muttering a bit when I talked about my trembles when I got close to people, and nervously going through my attempted rape step-by-step. I finished, I stopped, I just sat there. For a few moments Helena said nothing. Her face was - well, furious, no other word for it. She stood up and walked out, calling out 'back in a couple of minutes, Ben' over her shoulder. 

Amazingly my thoughts were not on what I had said or on her reaction. They were on Helena's bum. I had seen it walk out of my house - and a glimpse of my own arse, in Helena's dress, caught on camera in Helena's hall shot into my mind. Her bum was definitely female and, amazingly I realised, mine was pretty good too! Helena returned after about five minutes. With surprising news.

"OK, Ben let's get you sorted out. I've just rung the security people. Told the boss there that his guy David – behaved totally inappropriately when he came. And I said he had to sack him."

Maybe I looked a little surprised. It was not what I had expected to hear.

"Look, don't worry, he deserved it. I told them I wouldn't press charges. Anyway the boss said he'd heard something about this guy from another customer. It sounds like you weren't the first. He's got what he deserves, so what about you?"

"What do you mean?"

I didn't understand what she was getting at but then I realised what she had said about getting dressed. But had she meant it. I looked straight at her and I knew this time what she was thinking. Yes she did.

"So, Ben. I have to go down to the shops. If you've nothing better to do I really would like to meet your female half when I return. About an hour and a half? OK?"

And she was gone. Two minutes later I peered out and saw her car disappear out of the drive. Then I shot into action. A quick look in my wardrobe, OK no gorgeous red dress but that's not what I was after this time. I was going to be inspected closely, or so I thought, this time, I had to do a good job, a convincing job. I was going to be inspected closely - by a woman.

The basic decisions were made, I didn't have much of a range of clothes, women's clothes that is and, though I know some things like T-shirts and jeans are basically unisex these days I just didn't fancy wearing anything like that. My own women's clothes were definitely separate from my men's. Like I said the decision was almost made for me. The only really suitable outfit I had was the one I had worn to go out shopping, that first time I had been nearly caught out.

The deep maroon business suit had been very cheap indeed, only £6 from a charity shop in Edgbaston. The heels weren't matching, I wish they had been, but I did manage to 'accessorise' and make them look not too bad. The suit had a thin black stripe running through it, and black pocket flaps. I was getting good at this by now, even allowing for the fact that I was very nervous, dressing 'for Helena'. I was ready in almost record time. About an hour and a half that is, to don the fake breasts, my black undies, the stockings and heels, I even did a pretty good job on my make-up though I say it myself.

I looked in the tall mirrored door of my wardrobe. Yes. I was ready. Ready for inspection. I had just wondered whether, since Helena hadn't returned, I should go across to the front door when I heard her knock. Gingerly I opened it.

"Do come in, please".

I kept by voice down, with the feminine lilt which had indeed been so successful with the security guy. And I am delighted to say that it seemed to work, in fact the whole thing seemed to. To the extent that, for a few seconds, Helena just stood on my doorstep, almost frozen. Then she came in and looked me over.

"Turn round Ben, let me see the full effect."

I did as she asked, managing very successfully on my heels.

"Ben. I have to say this. I'm in a way not surprised that man tried to rape you. You do look good. No, more than that, you look great. Really – very attractive. I am amazed, I mean. On the video you looked OK, in fact more than OK. But in the flesh - wow!"

I must have blushed. I didn't know how to respond really, so I decided to offer Helena some tea. She came with me into the kitchen to help prepare things. We ended up sitting on my sofa, sipping tea and having what I had always imagined to be a rather girly talk. Helena asked me loads of questions, about when I liked to dress, and how often, and what I liked to do - and again she asked me - did I think I was really gay?

That last one I hesitated about. For some reason I didn't want to answer it, I had been being a woman for so many minutes, hours that afternoon, I didn't want to admit again that I was a man. But I had to.

"I really don't know, Helena, I've not so much experience. I mean, that time with the lock guy, that was so disgusting, it really didn't count. See what I mean?"

"I do, Ben, I do. But it's something you're going to have to think about. I mean, when you go out dressed like that you're bound to attract attention, you know. You're going to get men looking at you. And maybe wanting to do more?"

'When you go out ....?' What did that mean? I looked straight at Helena. She read everything into my look, worked it all out, answered all my questions in one go.

"Yes, go out. You can't go back, Ben. This charming woman I see in front of me, 'she' has to come back, to be seen, to go out, well, just to - be. In fact - hang on here for a few minutes, Ben. I'll be back."

With which words Helena put down her cup, stood up and fairly dashed out of the door. Obviously she had just thought of something, I didn't know what. So I busied myself in clearing the tea things and generally tidying for a while. Not with any special pleasure in doing housewife things while dressed, it's just that they needed to be seen to. I had just finished when I heard her come back, I returned to my small living room. 

Helena was indeed there but she had changed out of her jeans. With a speed I could only admire and envy she had transformed herself, with a careful dash of make-up, a sweater and a skirt and proper shoes instead of trainers, she was not just quite good looking anymore, she was positively attractive. She slipped on her leather blouson as she came in and then surprised me.

"Come on then. We're off out."

Out? In daylight, now? I couldn't. But I could see from the way she was standing there, with the door open behind her, I was going to. I was relieved and pleased. This was an appreciation of my efforts, a recognition that I had done a good job. Obviously Helena, wife of a prominent local businessman, would not be seen out with a man dressed in a frock, indeed with any person obviously male and dressed as a woman. So I must look all right. Internally I smiled. I picked up my handbag and slipped my door keys in, slung it over my shoulder and followed her. Out.

Out into the big wide world. My previous escapades paled into insignificance compared to this. We went in Helena's car. Soon she was speeding along the ring road, then she turned back towards town a half mile or so and pulled into a car parking space in the jewellery quarter of town. I got out and looked around, never having been in this area before. Quickly Helena came round the car and took my arm and we walked along, for all the world two girl friends out to look at the shops. We had to walk about fifty yards to the arcade we could see in front of us, on the way Helena asked me what she should call me.

"I can't say 'Ben' can I? You have to have a girl's name. Any ideas?"

I didn't have to think.

"Well, for a while I've often thought about 'Bethany'. It's a little like Ben and a nice name, I think."

"Perfect" said Helena, looking over at me and smiling. "I like it."

And then I noticed where we were. Outside a clothes shop, in fact outside 'CC's', one of her husband's stores. I was a little nervous but Helena was obviously on home ground. As soon as we entered one of the shop-girls came over to greet us.

"Hello Mrs Warner, nice to see you. You look well - how was your holiday?"

They chatted for just a minute or so, then Helena turned to me.

"And this, Vera, is my friend Bethany. She's after quite a lot of stuff today, some problem with her luggage I think. Can you lend us a hand please?"

And she did. Vera came round the shop with us, offering advice on sizes and materials and so on. Within twenty minutes I had a basket full of clothes, undies, three or four skirts, several tops and sweater, tights, stockings. I was in a tranny dream, this was gorgeous. I wasn't at all sure about paying. I did have my credit card with me but - it said 'Ben Jackson' on it. Whether Helena realised this or not I didn't know.

"OK Vera, put this on my card will you? And can I do an application for Bethany while we're here? I think she may need to come back after Christmas. She's a close friend, can we do a gold card for her? I'll approve it, Charlie wouldn't mind I know."

A few minutes later I was signing the application form with my 'new' name and Vera handed over a small card in a clear plastic wallet.

"OK Bethany, still now please. This is for the real card."

I looked up, there was a young man beside Vera - with a camera! I must have looked shocked, Vera reached and took my hand and squeezed it gently.

"It's OK, Bethany, this is for the ID on the proper card. It should only take a few hours to have it done. Don't worry, this is Erik, he's very nice really, he won't bite. "

I relaxed a little as I realised what was going on. Erik asked me to stand still for a moment and took a photo. My very first, the first picture of 'Bethany' on film! I couldn't help smiling to myself, then Helena took my hand.

"Come on Bethany darling, lots to do"

If Helena had called me 'darling' in other circumstances, well ... But then I realised, I wasn't thinking of her in quite the same way as before. OK, she was a very attractive woman. But in some way she wasn't simply an object of desire. She was a friend. A girl-friend. Not a 'girlfriend' as a man would think of her but a friend who was a girl. Like me!

She led me by the hand out of the shop and towards her car.

"OK Bethany, I'm feeling just a little peckish. There's a wine bar just up the road here, let's go there for a bit of a snack. Then I want to take you somewhere else."

I was having difficulty keeping up, Helena seemed to be enjoying herself. And so was I. We put all our purchases into the boot of the car and Helena drove us, less than a quarter of a mile. She pulled into the car park - at 'Senoritas'.

"Helena, hang on, I'm not sure about this" I muttered as she pulled to a halt. I was worried - again. "I know this bar, it's a well-known pickup place. Several of my friends come here regularly, what if I meet someone I know?"

Helena looked across at me, her gaze swept from my head and down my body to my legs.

"Bethany, if anyone you know sees you here all he'll do is try to get off with you. In no way will anyone recognise 'Ben' in you. Believe me. Anyway it livens up mid-evening, right now there won't be many people here. We can just get a sandwich and a drink. I really am quite famished, you must be too, we didn't have any time for lunch. Come on girl, go for it,"

Helena really did give me confidence, so I 'went for it'. A few minutes later we were sitting at a small table near the bar as a waiter brought us a couple of sandwiches and two glasses of white wine.

"I told you we'd be OK" said Helena. "There's only about ten people in right now, the place will be heaving at nine. And - any problems, anyone you know?"

I sipped my drink, then gulped slightly.

"The waiter!" I giggled.

"What!" said Helena, almost shouting.

"He's called Harry" I said. "I knew him quite well last year. We even played football together once"

"Well Bethany, you've got away with that one haven't you. I told you so. I was watching when he came over. Apart from checking out your legs - and mine - and our left hands of course, he didn't show any signs of recognition at all did he?"

"Left hands?" I muttered. Thick, I must have been, I should have realised.

"Yes. For rings. So he knows I'm married. And more than that he knows you're available. Well, what about it? Do you fancy him?"

I looked across at Helena, somewhat aghast. Then I realised she was joking with me. But I had an appropriate response.

"Actually, no. Don't fancy him at all. And I have seen him naked in the showers, he's nothing to write home about."

We both giggled again. But I thought I should ask Helena what she was thinking - about the whole thing, me, dressing up, Bethany. And the clothes she had bought me. Why?

She stayed quiet for a moment, then put a hand over mine. I looked. It was weird, but comforting. And my train of thought went sideways yet again. What was I thinking? I was thinking 'nice nail varnish, looks nicer than mine'. Then Helena spoke.

"Well Ben. Let me speak to you as Ben for just a moment. To be honest I'm quite enjoying the dress-up part of this. Like having a doll but life size, and alive. Weird, isn't it? But really there's much more to it than that. "

We ate our late lunch and sipped our wine and talked on.

"It's like getting to know a new person. Like you, Bethany, I know you're really Ben but you're very different. Obviously to look at but also to talk to. Like a sort-of sister really, I always wished I'd had a sister. Two brothers, that's who I grew up with, both older than me. Not exactly lonely but you can't talk to a man the same way as you can to a woman. Really you can't. OK, I've got Charlie now and we are very happy together but apart from one friend, Kate, I haven't got any other really close woman friends.

And, with you Ben, there is something else as well. I must be careful, I do keep swapping genders don't I? There really is a thrill. A sort-of sexual thrill but not like sex. Just knowing that the guys in here are looking at us, imagining they'd like to screw us. And with you, it's such a vicarious thrill, knowing that all that lust is really in vain. So tell me Bethany, for you, what has been the most exciting moment of your feminine life?"

I had to think. Suddenly in the last few days, indeed the last few hours, so much had happened.

"Well Helena. I'm not really sure. The very first time I went out dressed, in my mother's business suit when she and Dad were on holiday. I walked down the street and round the corner and I felt so free. Even when a man stopped me to ask for a light, I didn't smoke at all then so I had to say no. But he had taken me for a woman, that was so much fun. And when I got let off by the policeman in that supermarket, that was some sort of fun in a way. And ... no."




That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 04



"What?" asked Helena, wanting to know more. "Come on, tell me, woman-to-woman."

"Well. It was the other day. When that David guy, he had mistaken me for a woman, for you in fact. It was - I hardly dare admit this."

"Go on, Bethany, you'll feel better when you've said it."

"It was when he had exposed himself to me. I was stroking his - his cock - he was totally in my power. I just loved that, being able to control a man like that."

"Well Bethany, you really are a woman now. We all know about that, about using our sexual wiles to get what we want. Speaking of which, there's a rather handsome guy at the bar staring at you right now - don't look."

I wanted to turn round bit didn't.

"Bethany, I want you to have some fun. In a moment, just turn and look at him, he's wearing a blue shirt. It's far too young and bright for him really and he's rather full of himself. Go on, turn and look now, and slide your skirt hem up, I dare you!"

"Helena, what kind of a woman do you think I am?"

Had I really said that? But she was right, I knew I had to so I did just that. I shuffled round on my seat as I finished my wine and felt my skirt hem slide up. So I reached down casually and began to tease the hem with my red-tipped fingers, glancing down to notice that it had slid right up and was exposing all my stocking top and a fair amount of bare leg too. I looked up and saw him, and I smiled.

He looked so embarrassed. In a way so was I, thinking of what I had just done. I looked at Helena who was trying not to laugh. She stood up and picked up her bag.

"Come on now, Bethany dear, enough of this flirting. It's nearly five, we have just time to get to Edgbaston. I want to show you that 'CCs' store, it's bigger than the one we saw earlier, and there's a gorgeous range of underwear there. And there's someone I want you to meet."

We skipped together out to the car - I really was having so much fun. Helena drove us quickly and smoothly through the Birmingham streets, and within five minutes we were pulling up outside another 'CCs' store, this one obviously much larger. Helena parked in front of the shop and led me to the front door. As we opened it there was something of a whoop of joy from our left. We turned and a flamboyantly dressed woman, maybe late twenties, rushed towards us,

"Helena, dear, when did you get back? You do look well, and a bit of a tan too, I hope you didn't overdo the sun. Or were you just lounging and watching the men, I bet you were?!"

Helena spoke much more quietly. 

"Hello Kate, nice to see you too. I bet you're looking forward to Christmas. And how's Lennie?"

That's still something I didn't understand about women, the way they can keep on talking, asking question after question of each other and never getting or even expecting an answer. As if every question is rhetorical, it doesn't need an answer, and is complete in its' own right. But this time Kate did answer, grabbing Helena by the arm and leading her into the store.

"Lennie? He's still gorgeous. And still - very fit."

That one I did understand, a shorthand way of saying that sex with him was good. Helena turned towards me.

"Hang on a moment Kate, I need to introduce you. This is my good friend Bethany, she's after something rather special for the festive season. Undies mainly, I think, and I don't mean white and cotton."

Kate turned and greeted me, beaming and bouncing all the while. 

"Oh, I see. Hi there Bethany. A man in mind obviously – or is it a woman? Anyway, how about you have a good look round at the top end of the store? I need to ask Helena a couple of things. Geraldine is sorting some stock there if you need some help. Sorry, I don't want to seem rude, but I really must show Helena a dress I'm thinking of buying for her party. I have to get it today if I'm going to. OK?"

I smiled an 'OK' back and made my way to the back of the store. I did indeed find a young girl with a 'Geraldine' badge, she helped me a little with sorting out what I wanted. I'm pretty sure I didn't make much of a fool of myself, I knew quite a bit about the sort of styles and colours involved in women's underwear, I don't think Geraldine realised I was pumping her for details just a little. 

I did end up with rather more than I thought I would be buying, four bra and panties sets, in white and black and red and burgundy, and several pairs of tights and stockings. And, I picked up several pairs of earrings and two rings and two bracelets - and a very swish black leather handbag. At the checkout, as I flashed my 'gold card' in a rather impressive way Helena and Kate joined us, Helena commenting rather favourably on my choices.

At which, again from our left, there was another cry, not a feminine whoop this time but a more masculine cry, though with no less enthusiasm.

"Helena, hello there".

I turned to see a tall man giving Helena a kiss on the cheek and hugging her.

"So good to see you, you've just missed Charlie. He's gone over to the Coventry store to sort out some staffing problem over there. He said you were back but I didn't expect you in here today. I thought you'd finished all your Christmas shopping?"

"Hi Andrew. It's good to see you too. I just needed to come in briefly with a friend of mine. Andrew, this is Bethany, Bethany, meet Andy. Be nice to him, he's the store manager. He's a gorgeous guy when you get to know him, really."

Andrew shook my hand and smiled.

"Hello there, any friend of Helena is a friend of mine. I hope you're here to spend as much as Helena, we can use the business."

He looked at the large bags I was carrying. Probably a delight to any store manager, business in quantity means profit after all. Then he saw my 'gold card'.

"Oh no" he called out in mock dismay.

"Sorry Bethany, he's just gone off you. That card - staff discount equals reduced profit. He's a businessman after all. Men, all they care about is money."

Kate came up to speak to 'the boss'.

"Andy, there's a problem, till three, Tracy has locked it with the button and hasn't got the key."

Kate took my arm as I was looking at Andy walking briskly down the row of tills.

"Don't even think about it, Bethany, you can stop staring. Andrew isn't interested in either of us. Not interested in women at all, that is. What a shame, what a waste, I wish my Lennie had a body like that."

Helena had heard us. 

"Kate, I'm surprised at you, Lennie is a fine figure of a man. Anyway, come on Bethany, the store's closing in a few minutes and we should be off."

She took my arm and began to lead me out of the store . As we strolled towards the door together Andrew came back and very politely opened it for us, then Helena had to dash back for a moment to say something to another of the staff. I was left talking quietly to Andrew, very nervously I must admit, about Christmas and so on, just for a minute or two, standing on the pavement outside the store. Then Helena came out again and looked at us chatting together. 

Suddenly Andrew stopped, almost in mid-sentence. He was looking at me. Not exactly rudely, but in a way he was staring. What had I said? Or? I thought I recognised the 'look', I'd seen it or something very like it once before, on the face of a policewoman in the Ladies in a supermarket.

Helena saw the look on his face too, she grabbed me and turned me towards the car. I looked at her quizzically.

"Does he...?"

"Yes" she said.

'Fuck' I thought.

End of Part



That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 05



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A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! 

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Part 5

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Helena saw the look on his face too, she grabbed me and turned me towards the car. I looked at her.

"Yes" she said.

'Fuck' I thought.

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Helena very quickly indeed bundled me and all my purchases into the car, than started up. I looked across, Andrew was still looking. The noise of the engine starting jolted him into action. His face changed from the blank stare and he began to move towards the car. But Helena, expertly as ever, swung out into the traffic - and we were off.

"Helena, he knows, doesn't he? And I thought I had been doing so well."

"Bethany my dear, you have done well, very well indeed. In fact I was amazed it took Andrew nearly ten minutes to spot you. And to be honest right now - I think he suspects but he's not so sure. I mean, Kate had no idea. And neither had Vera in the other branch, nor your waiter friend nor the guy you gave the leg-show to. You have done so well today. I haven't had such an exciting shopping trip for so long - and I haven't actually bought myself anything!"

I thought for a minute, trying to make some sense of what Helena had said, then I realised there was something wrong.

"But - if you thought Andrew would find out about me - within a few minutes you said...?"

"Now it's you who hasn't realised, Bethany. Remember I told you, Charlie and I only know one gay person. Remember what Kate said about Andrew? I know he doesn't go about in the gay scene in town but I do know he has come across one or two transvestites. I really thought he might spot you in a few seconds. But Bethany, you must be good, he didn't. And as I said, even now I don't think he's certain. Now, we're home, come on. Let's get all your shopping in. "

Which we did, we didn't talk any more about it, just got the bags into my flat and I started unwrapping. I paused as I got out the several bra and panties sets I had just acquired.

"Helena. Please. I really have had a fantastic time today, thank you so much. I was so worried when I saw that picture on the video but you have been so understanding. But I need to stop a bit and think. I really don't know where I go from here. It rather seems that my 'hobby' has somewhat taken over."

"It certainly has" said Helena, looking down at my legs as she drove.

"I mean that's what it has been really, a hobby. And one which some people might look down on so I've kept it quiet. But now I do have to pause a little and think."

Helena looked at me sympathetically. 

"I can see what you mean, dear. This must have been a real shake-up for you. But I'm still glad we did it."

"Oh Helena, so am I" I blurted out.

"And we will have to put things on hold for a while, Bethany - or rather Ben, now. Charlie and I have so much to see to over Christmas. Our time is so full over the next four or five days."

She paused, rather suddenly, for a moment, then looked out of the window.

"But there is one more thing. I really think it has to be done. Charlie's back. Ben, or rather I mean Bethany this time. Charlie and I have no secrets from each other. He has to know so - how do you want to manage this?"

I had to think myself. My relationship with Helena had taken a sudden new direction. Charlie and I. Apart from being landlord and tenant, we had been 'mates' up to now. Doing man things together sometimes. Despite the differences in our ages he was a good friend, something of a father figure or maybe a friendly uncle. How would that have to change?

"I suppose he does have to know?"

"Well, Bethany, if you were just about to suddenly stop your 'hobby' maybe it could be ignored. But I know and you know that isn't going to happen, is it? Don't worry, I can do any amount of persuading, Charlie will see things my way. I think he would anyway. So. Shall we go and introduce him - to Bethany?"

I had to agree, Helena was right, I just didn't quite see how Charlie was going to react to me, young Ben, his 'mate', being a transvestite. I smiled weakly at Helena. 

"OK, let's go."

We crossed the short path to Helena's front door together, and went into the house. We could hear movement in the lounge, Charlie was speaking on the phone to someone. Helena signalled for me to go through into the kitchen and to wait there, then went seeking her husband herself. I heard muttering though I didn't hear just what was being said. Then there was more, louder, muttering in the hall. I could hear Helena's heels clicking on the wooden floor there.

"Come on, Charlie. I want you to meet someone."

Helena came in, with Charlie behind her. I was standing by the kitchen table.

"Bethany. This is Charlie, my husband. Charlie, meet Bethany."

He held out his hand and I gently shook it. He smiled at me. I realised, she hadn't said anything - yet. And even Charlie, who I saw nearly every day, didn't recognise me.

"So, let's sit down, we have things to talk about."

I didn't really know what Helena was leading up to but she and I sat and I followed her lead, tried to relax, Charlie sat just facing me around the table. I crossed my legs and, five seconds later, Helena spoke up again.

"I knew it, Bethany, did you see? Charlie's first reaction as you sat. He was inspecting your legs. I told you that you have nice legs, and that those heels and stockings do show them off nicely."

I was beginning to get embarrassed and so was Charlie. He looked at me.

"Go on Charlie, we're being a little unkind to you really. This is really unfair. You've had thirty seconds and you've not spotted it ..... "

"Christ!!"

"Now you have" said Helena.

Charlie stood up and looked at me.

"Ben. Streuth Ben, you look - well I was going to say you could have fooled me. In fact you did fool me. You look -- amazing. Come on, what's going on?"

Helena looked at me and stayed silent. I knew the next bit was up to me.

"Charlie, I've never told you this. It is a bit embarrassing and I wasn't at all sure what you might think of me. It must be obvious now. I'm a transvestite."

I stopped . That simple statement, combined with what Charlie could see for himself, was enough. I expected him to stay silent for a while and think but he carried on talking almost immediately.

"Christ, Ben, I've seen some trannies in my time, not really I mean but on the TV and on films. Some of them looked pretty good, convincing really. But you, well, if I didn't know, I mean, you could be a woman. Wow, you look great, the make-up, the clothes, the figure, and yes you have got great legs. Come on you two, what's been going on? Tell me about it."

"I think I'd better" I said to Helena.

"OK, Bethany, I'll put the kettle on, or would you like something stronger?"

"Whisky. Neat " said Charlie.

"Well Helena, I could probably murder a G-and-T right now!" I said. 

"Me too" added Helena.

She got us the drinks, I had to be careful not to take mine straight down to quell my nerves. Again I was in a new situation, again I had to explain myself. Over the next fifteen minutes with occasional additions from Helena I went through my story, from the initial dressing-up sessions at home all the way through to the question mark on Andrew's face as we had parted that afternoon. Charlie sat there listening, frowning sometimes, smiling occasionally.

"And that's it, Charlie. The whole story."

Charlie was never one for silences, he came straight in.

"The bastard, that David bloke. Trying to seduce my wife. Bastard. He got what he deserved, well done Helena. Bastard."

He did pause for a while now, then looked across at me. 

"OK Bethany, stand up and give me a twirl, I want a good look at what I'm dealing with here."

That surprised me but I did as asked, offering to get him another whisky which he agreed to. I walked up and down a little, then sat and crossed my legs again.

"Wow Ben, or indeed Bethany. Whichever. Obviously you shouldn't have come in while we were away, that was an invasion of privacy but I think you realise that now. There could have been all sorts of problems, in fact there nearly were. But that's water under the bridge now. So where do we go from here? Helena, you say absolutely nobody realised, and looking at this charming woman here I can believe that. Except maybe Andrew? What am I going to say to him tomorrow."

"Don't say anything. In fact get him to ring me, whatever he says. I'll have a word with him. And don't you worry Bethany. I won't give your game away, at least not yet."

I was a little concerned as to what Helena might say nevertheless, but suddenly our conversation had to stop. Helena had just noticed the clock above the fridge.

"Oh dear, Charlie, I've just realised. Weren't you going to ring Vince - tonight you said?"

I realised that I had to make a move,

"Sorry Helena. And you too Charlie. I've taken up too much of your time. I really am glad that this is in some way out in the open. Though I am very surprised at the way it happened. But I need to go now, it's nearly Christmas and you have things to do."

"OK Bethany. But this isn't over, let's all take a couple of days to think it over, then we'll see" said Helena as I stood up and reached for my handbag. 

She walked with me to the front door and as she opened it, turned and smiled ever so sweetly, and gave me a light kiss on the cheek.

"Bye Bethany. It's been fun."

When I got in I changed immediately, and rapidly. 'Bethany' went away, at least she went into my wardrobe. And after cleaning the breast-forms with the solvent, and the nails too, removing my make-up and so on I did one thing different. I realised that I had just spent quite some time wearing my 'femme' clothes, not just the usual hour or two. So I washed them. Washed my undies and my stockings, and wiped my shoes over, feeling still in some way feminine as I hung them around the bathroom to dry. That night I slept surprisingly well.

Christmas actually went better than I thought it would, it had seemed to me as I got up on Christmas Eve that it may all seem an anticlimax. It was my first full Christmas away from home, from parents that is, and I had imagined myself missing the family atmosphere, the presents and so on. But things did fill in the time very enjoyably. That Christmas Eve I did first what I had decided to do the night before. I went out and got Helena and Charlie a decent present. I had already got Charlie a tie the previous week, one I knew he and Helena would approve of. But I decided to keep that in reserve for a birthday or something.

I wanted to get something totally non-tranny related. No clothes or jewellery of any sort, no make-up. OK the tie was just a tie and a nice one at that. But it was clothing. In my visits I had noticed they had two very nice decanters beside their drinks cabinet, quality stuff, I recognised the designer name. And I knew it would be expensive but - they deserved something nice. 

And I knew where to buy another so I did. Same designer, different size and style, a decanter and a set of glasses which I knew would go very well in their lounge. When I handed it over Christmas morning I got the 'you shouldn't have' and so on but I know it was appreciated, and they knew I really wanted to say thank you.

I met Vince that afternoon, Helena's brother, when he and his wife came over to visit with their little Sam who was about six. And I made myself useful, looking after the little lad, playing a bit of football on the lawn, showing him one or two computer games, generally playing the extra uncle for him. We got on well. And Vince and Mary were very grateful.

"Really Ben" said Vince as they were about to drive off. "Thank you so much. We've had a great time, Mary and I got out on our own for about four hours. It's usually so difficult to find time on our own in the holidays."

And he actually tried to pay me for baby-sitting.

"No, Vince, no way" I insisted. "Charlie and I have an arrangement. I get slightly cheap rent and I help out in the house a bit. This counts in that, anyway. I enjoyed it. Have a good Christmas, this bit's on me."

I found a decent film on TV on Christmas night, for once. Then on Boxing day I decided to get on with my Masters' project since I'd had several days away from it. And the trips to 'CC's had given me some sort of inspiration. I'd always realised that as a designer I'd never get into the very top end of the market, designing cars or aeroplanes. Even things like jewellery didn't really spark any real interest in me. But I'd always liked the thought of 'retail'. And at that stage I needed a theme to put to my Professor after the holiday, some peg to hand my own design thoughts on.

So I decided to have a real go at a design package for a retailer, the works, shop signs, logos, in-store features, clothing for staff maybe, an in-house magazine, that sort of thing. Making it uniform but not boring. I spent a couple of days at my PC laying some ideas down and was very pleased with what I had done. I even got Charlie to have a look at it just before the New Year, to see what he thought. I had hoped he might come up with some ideas himself for me. He didn't though he did seem quite impressed and made a couple of useful comments.

I packaged my printouts and drove down to college to hand them in to my Professor's secretary, knowing he wouldn't be in until after the holiday but at least it was a load off my mind. And I did have a very fortuitous meeting that afternoon. A fellow graduate, Jenny, had dashed into college briefly for almost the same reason, to leave some stuff for the same Professor. She was stuck in Birmingham too but hoping to go home for the night the next day, New Year's Eve. We got chatting and ended up back at her flat drinking and watching TV - and I struck lucky. I'd seen her around the place and thought she seemed nice, yet in our alcohol-amplified states that evening maybe we were both feeling a little lonely and looking for company.

I ended up staying the night and, to be honest, doing something to reassert my male ego in my own mind. I eventually left to drive home very carefully at about six in the morning feeling much recovered after several hours sleep - we had both enjoyed a very satisfying shagging session which had gone on for several hours. When I got back I slept solidly again for about four hours and woke up feeling reassured and refreshed. Then after a brief drive to do just a little shopping ready for the New Year break, there was a knock at my door. Helena came in.

"Hi there Ben, good Christmas? I've not seen you about for a couple of days."

I think she was wondering if I had been 'dressing' in private maybe but from my reaction it was obvious that wasn't the case. I told her that I had been busy with some college work and had made some worthwhile progress. I was surprised that Charlie hadn't mentioned what I had shown him to her but I realised that if he thought it was work-related maybe he didn't want to discuss it over the holiday period. I just didn't mention the previous night.

"OK Ben. Now, one thing, I did talk about this with Charlie a couple of days ago. I didn't mention anything earlier because I thought you might fret too much thinking about it. Tonight. Charlie and I are having a Party. Are you letting in the New Year with anyone this year? Going home maybe?"

I had explained the problem with Christmas where my stepfather was concerned, and said that the same thing applied this time too. I did hope to be able to go home to see my mother, and maybe him briefly too, in a couple of days time before college started. But no, I was just planning a quiet night in my myself. What I didn't say was that I had been hoping to recover from the previous night.

"Well then. Ben. How about coming round to join in the party? It will be rather noisy, I think, and I don't really like the thought of you sitting here all on your own at midnight if all that is going on around you."

It was a kind thought although I maybe should have realised what was coming next before I agreed.

"Good Ben. Just one thing - you have to wear this."

With which she stood up and opened my door and reached out, bringing in something which had obviously been hanging on the hook outside for the past few minutes. I looked. My surprise was genuine, I just hadn't realised - Helena was holding a clothes hanger. On which was hung - that red dress!

"In case you hadn't realised Ben, we would like 'Bethany' to come to the party. And before you start asking questions we have discussed this though I told Charlie not to say anything yet. It's just a few people from work including Kate, you met her the other day, remember? In the Edgbaston branch? And, before you ask, Andrew can't make it, he's spending the New Year with his parents in Coventry. So. Just say yes."

I thought about it, but not for long.

"Yes".

Not that I wanted to say no but Helena had obviously thought this through. But in that dress? I mean, it is a gorgeous dress. And she looked sensational in it. And I thought I looked pretty good. At least it had fooled that David person. But at a party, in company? Well?

"OK Ben, that's settled. I'm wearing a little white dress Charlie got me for Christmas and I know you will look gorgeous. Give you a chance to try some of the lingerie we got just before Christmas. I'm off now to have my hair done. Can you change this afternoon, have you time? Can you be there by about six? "

And when she left I sat down hard, to consider what I had just agreed to. Basically a superb idea but as you might expect the self doubt started up again. But Helena trusted me, presumably Charlie thought I could get away with it. And I realised the best way to increase my self-confidence, and to enjoy the opportunity as much as I desperately wanted to, was to get on with it. Sure I could be ready by six o'clock but I would need the time. 

So I got to it. I looked at the dress, then quickly got out all my 'accessories' on the bed, everything I was going to need to complete the look. I mentally checked through things, going through the actual dressing process. With everything ready I decided there was time for a brief, hot fragrant bath after which I did my toenails. With that dress again it was going to be scarlet - I got very excited at the thought as I carefully caressed the deep gloss varnish over the nails. 

I went through the next stages -- breast-forms, my new red bra and hi-cut panties and black seamed hold-up stockings - quicker than I imagined. Which really did give me time to concentrate on my make-up itself. As I finished adding the second gloss coat to my scarlet lips yet another tingle of excitement went through me. It was getting nearer - the dress!

But I still had to sort a few other things first. I chose a diamanté choker I had been 'saving' for a special occasion, which this certainly was, and matching rings on four of my fingers. A little over the top but heck, this was a party, a great opportunity for any girl to show off. I took great care with my wig, teasing the curls out to give me real 'big hair', I really did want to impress. The diamanté earrings were rather special, matching the choker and my rings and hanging down nearly 4" from my earlobes. After I slipped my feet into the red ultra-high heels and stood back to look at my reflection. I looked good!

And then - the dress! It really did slide on beautifully, as if it had been made for me, so snug and tight, so short at the hem, so low-cut over my breasts, such bulging mounds I was getting turned on myself! I sat down for a while to calm down, moving a few things into my small scarlet clutch purse.




That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 05



I looked at the clock - five to six. It was time. I tripped across the few yards from my front door to the main house and pressed my red-nailed finger to the bell. I waited for a few seconds for Helena to open the door and then gasped in surprise - it was Charlie! My heart skipped a beat, not out of any romantic association at all, just out of surprise.

"Well! Bethany, I do have to call you that don't I, I have to say you do look gorgeous. OK then, I don't have to say it - but it's true" he joked.

"And I'll echo that my dear"

Helena was just coming round the bend in the stairs. Charlie and I both turned to look as she spoke. I said nothing. Charlie did.

"Christ Helena!" was all he said.

I could have said it, I certainly thought it. Helena was dressed to kill, she looked absolutely sensational. Just for a moment I found myself wondering exactly what underwear Helena had on under her dress. And by what miracle of engineering design her bra was supporting her breasts. Because something was, they stood up large and proud with a really deep dark cleavage down the centre of those two gorgeous globes.

Then I remembered, I was supposed to be a woman. I crossed the floor towards her as she reached the bottom step, slid a hand round her waist to discover there was even less dress there than I had thought, her back was bare right down to below her waist, and kissed her lightly on the cheek. I was going to try to make a similarly 'feminine' comment about her dress, without saying 'anybody at the party tonight, man or woman, is liable to want to spend all evening shagging you - including me'. 

But I didn't get the chance, maybe it's just as well. Charlie said something behind me, I turned. He had a camera pointed at us.

"Now ladies, for the most gorgeous two girls at the party tonight. Cheese!"

Helena and I stood there side by side, each with one arm round the other while Charlie took our picture. I walked up to him straight after and reached for the camera, insisting that I reciprocate for the happy couple. And then, to my surprise Helena demanded that she take a photo of me and Charlie together. He did the same pose, close together, with arms round each other's waist.

"OK Bethany, now kiss him. Go on."

Suddenly Charlie seemed worried but I knew Helena had nothing weird in mind. I stood beside him and gave him a big smack on the cheek, simultaneously lifting my left high-heeled leg in the pose I had seen in photos in magazines or in the movies.

"Thanks Bethany, that'll do nicely for the divorce proceedings" joked Helena as she gave the camera back to Charlie. 

He grinned at the joke, and then had to leave quite quickly to go out to collect the champagne. Apparently he'd ordered something rather special for the midnight toast and wanted to pick it up personally. I looked at Helena as she kissed him as he left. She really did look a knockout. Her lightened blonde hair was swept up over the crown of her head in a dramatic style which showed off her exposed neck and shoulders magnificently. Her jewellery was understated, diamond earrings, not big and flashy and fake like mine but obviously real and quality stuff, matching her thin necklet.

And the dress, really! Not many women, certainly of her age, could get way with that. It was white, shiny, leather, extremely well cut to show off every gorgeous curve of her body. The top was a halter neck but cut wide over the breasts, really showing them off splendidly. It was so low cut at the back I could just about see her bum! And long, almost to floor length but slit right up the right-hand side almost to her waist. To show black stockings which were in fact very similar to mine. But although I'd always thought I had good legs, here was a new benchmark against which to judge mine. And I came second.

In the hour before the party started I helped Helena with what were basically housewife-ly things, really acting as an assistant hostess. I assisted in dealing with the caterers when they arrived just before half past, teasing them when they tried to cut corners in the arrangements. OK, I knew many of them were keen to get back to their families for their own New Year celebrations. But I knew that Helena and Charlie would be paying them well and they ought to do the job properly,

Just as they were about to leave I came across one of the waiters setting out the cutlery on a side table. He had piled everything together, knives, forks and so on. And I knew that was not right. I looked round for Helena but I couldn't see her. So I decided to sort it myself. I sidled up to the waiter.

"Thanks for doing this so well - er - what's your name?" I asked, in as sexy and husky a voice as I could manage.

"It's Kenneth, miss" he replied in a slightly embarrassed way.

"Well then, Kenneth my darling" I continued, moving closer so that my boobs were almost in his face. "Would you be a dear and separate the cutlery please? I would be so grateful."

He just couldn't refuse.

As he left I looked up. Helena was there watching. 

"Bethany, you flirt! That was just brilliant. You had him wrapped round your little finger. Now don't try to tell me you don't see dressing up as a sexual activity, he nearly came in his pants. But I am curious, Bethany. In the right circumstances just how far would you go?"

I didn't want to answer that, I really did not know the answer. And as luck would have it I was saved, by Charlie returning with the two cases of champagne. We all went in the kitchen for a quick drink, not of the champagne, before people started arriving. I proposed a toast.

"To the most gorgeous and kind and understanding couple I know." 

And Helena joined in with "To the most gorgeous transvestite I've ever seen" which had to be true, she said, since I was the only one she had actually met. 

But I thanked her anyway and, as I did so, the doorbell rang. Helena went to answer it, I tried to shrink a little into the background for a while as several people came in quickly. But Helena sought me out and introduced me. I had another couple of gins quite quickly and settled my nerves and then joined in the mingling. I was surprised at how easily people saw me as Bethany and realised that all the worries I had previously had about 'passing' just hadn't been justified. I could do it, and it was fun!

As midnight approached I found myself near the windows to the patio, the precise spot where I had the problem with the locksmith guy. I was with another couple, Jack and somebody, and another guy, Neil. I was getting on famously, telling them about my college course and what I was doing and, without really lying, just trying to put a female slant on everything I said.

I realised I liked Neil. It came as a bit of a surprise to me to realise that as well as liking older women as Ben I also liked older men - as Bethany. I wondered about the question that Helena has asked me earlier. Neil liked me as Bethany, I realised that. But I didn't realise in what way until, as we stood there chatting, I felt his hand on my bum. I jumped a little - and felt it move away. I felt a little disappointed. But then, and what followed was all my fault I admit, it stemmed from that moment, I moved just a little closer to him and looked him in the face and smiled in what I thought was a sweet and inviting way.

His hand was replaced and slid downwards this time. I felt it squeeze me a little. 

'Christ, he likes me!' I thought. 

And then again - 'I like him too'. 

Helena's question came into my mind yet again, just how far did I really want to go? And maybe with Neil? He was certainly paying me some attention but didn't seem to be moving very quickly. 

'OK', I realised, 'it's difficult in a room full of people so let's get out of there.' 

I reached back with my free hand and took hold of his. When I looked at him he seemed disappointed again until he realised I wasn't letting go.

I smiled at Jack's wife. Or girlfriend, or partner or whatever. 

"Excuse me, I need to get another drink" and began to move through the people. Everyone had gathered together as midnight began to approach. And I kept hold of Neil's hand, pulling him after me into the kitchen. As we got there I was relieved to see that it was empty at that moment. I turned to Neil and extended my glass for him to refill. I had to play the woman, to expect men to pay me small courtesies like getting me drinks and so on. I asked him for a gin-and-tonic again. I felt very nearly tipsy but not quite and I needed some more courage for what was going to come next.

As Neil handed me my drink he started up the small talk again, clearly as a lead in to moving in for more bodily contact. I knew the game, I'd played it. But I knew I didn't have time for this, we'd have to be back in the main room within about five minutes for the actual toast to the New Year chimes. I had to take the initiative. I drank about half the g-and-t straight down and moved in myself, going immediately for major body contact. I was right in front of him, pressing my body up against him, I really was being too 'easy' but I thought I had to.

"Not now Neil. Please"

And I kissed him! Not like I'd given Charlie a slight peck on the cheek earlier, this was a proper kiss. This was my first real sex-related encounter with a man and, from the very start, I loved it! As our lips met, as my red glossy lips slid over his, as I slid a hand round his neck to pull him closer, as his hand in turn went round my back and down to grip my bum, as my mouth opened slightly to force his open, and as my tongue began to invade his space, to tease his own lips open - I loved it! This was sensational, a real experience, I was necking and groping with a guy for all I was worth. I felt him pull away.

"Wow Bethany, I didn't realise... Oh shit, whatever".

And this time it was definitely Neil kissing me, beginning to get more arduous, maybe even more romantic, we were in a full-on fondling clinch, rubbing our bodies together for at least thirty seconds, our hands wandering voraciously over each other's body. The tactile sensations were washing over me in quantity, I wanted this so much and I wanted more. This time deliberately I slid my leg up between his and was rewarded as his left hand slid even further down over my stocking-covered thigh. I knew I was living dangerously but I didn't want it to stop.

As we parted once more I had to reach down to grab my drink, to have just another sip to moisten my mouth. The danger was part of the thrill, feeling his hand on my nylon-covered thigh, and sliding over the bare flesh. 

Neil's had was right up my skirt by now, grabbing my bare bum. I heard a noise outside the kitchen and grabbed that hand, pulling him after me again once more, quickly opening the back door and slipping outside. It was cold but, what the fuck, I was getting really warmed up now. I slid both my hands round his neck and planted my lips on his once more, this time not teasing but forcing his mouth open.

His left hand snaked down my thigh again and up inside my skirt, exposing my pantied arse to the cold night air but I didn't care. I wanted even more than this. I could feel his erection growing against my own thigh and quickly moved a hand down to caress it as our lips parted once more.

"Christ Bethany I want you, you are so hot. I need you Bethany - now!"

That was the warning that I had to get out - but I couldn't! Neil was pressing me up against the wall, his left hand again was working away. Suddenly I felt it move to the inside of my thigh and slide right up towards my panties. I just knew what he was about to discover but did I care?

Of course I did. Shit! I couldn't speak, he was kissing me passionately again while he slid a thumb inside my panties - and started to pull them down!

End of Part 5



That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 06



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A series of stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! 

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Part 6

Shit! I couldn't speak, Neil was kissing me passionately again while he slid a thumb inside my panties - and started to pull them down.

Shit!

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"Bethany - wow!"

It was Helena. Probably my saviour, if she hadn't leaned out of the door and seen us just round the corner at that moment I'm not sure what would have happened. But she did. Hurrah for Helena, again. But it was what she said which surprised me.

"Er - Bethany, oh hi Neil. I thought you might like to come in for the midnight hour, we're nearly there."

"Ooh yes, come on darling" I said grabbing the hand which had been about to invade my panties. "Let's go in for the bells and so on".

And in front of Helena, very proudly, I walked hand-in-hand with 'my man'. I smiled at her really arrogantly as if to say 'look what I've got, isn't he gorgeous'.

"Oh Neil, your wife has just arrived."

Wife? I looked at Helena, who had a look of combined pleasure, and pity, on her face. She was right. In my eagerness to show her I could be as good a woman as her - I had failed. Of course I couldn't begin to match her, she was genuinely gorgeous and very experienced. Me? I was new to this and all my visible attractions were fake. And I had come very close indeed to being found out which could have ruined an awful lot of things. And even more, the guy I had chosen to try my feminine wiles on, the man who was supposed to be the 'test tube' I was going to experiment on, he was married.

I hardly looked at him. He rushed past me and tried to push in past Helena but she was in the way. He turned to me for 'help'. Bastard! And I said as much.

"You bastard!"

He did manage to push into the kitchen and rushed into the main room.

"OK Bethany. One lesson learnt. Do your research first, be sure what you are getting yourself into. Anyway, come on in now, it's cold out here. It's Champagne time."

I was getting a little too tipsy but I very quickly came to my senses. I'd had an 'experience' but it was over, now on with my life. I grinned at Helena and we walked in arm in arm. I was absolutely delighted when Kate from the shop I had visited came over to take my other arm.

"Ready, Bethany, it's nearly time."

Someone had a radio on, suddenly the talking stopped and we heard the crown shouting, the relay from Trafalgar Square. 

'TEN... NINE ... "

Everyone joined in as we counted down. 

'EIGHT ... SEVEN ... SIX ..."

Suddenly everyone huddled together, I found myself pulled and pushed and jostled. I was between two men! One I didn't know, I found out later he was a very tall young man from the same store I'd visited in Edgbaston, apparently he'd seen me there just before Christmas.

"FIVE .... FOUR ..... THREE....."

The closeness and huddling increased as a few stragglers pushed into the ring and joined hands. I realised the other guy was Kate's boyfriend Lennie, and Kate was on the other side of him.

"TWO .... ONE .... HAPPY NEW YEAR" 

Everyone shouted as we all did the funny crossing-hands thing and sang 'Auld Lang Syne' and then cheered. I was ecstatic, a woman enjoying the party, enjoying herself. I felt Lennie let go as I was turned to face the young man. I didn't have the chance to object, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to reach my hands round his neck and kiss him.

He was enjoying it too, I could tell. And he wasn't that experienced at kissing girls or women, I could tell that too. So I made up for that, putting more into the embrace than perhaps I should have done. As we parted I felt myself being pulled from behind, by Lennie.

"Happy New Year Bethany" said Lennie, and he kissed me too! 

But unlike the youngster I'd just been with Lennie knew what he was doing. I was maybe a bit too zealous myself, I knew that as I responded to Lennie's advances and for the second time that night, in fact the second time within ten minutes, I felt a man's hand slide up inside my skirt. But this time I was ready. I grabbed the hand and pulled out of the clinch, just as well really.

"Whoa Bethany, he's mine" said Kate. 

She grabbed Lennie by both hands and tugged him to her. I smiled at her.

"OK Kate, but thanks for the loan."

We kissed each other on the cheek, then joined in the general New Year Greetings round as people moved round chatting and mainly giving quick pecks on the cheek, in some cases to total strangers. But then, that's what parties are all about isn't it? I ended up near Helena, we wished each other 'Happy New Year', I noticed she had her camera and was snapping nearly everyone in sight. Charlie moved up to her side.

I looked back at Helena, she had a strange expression on her face. Then I realised just what she was hoping I would do. Despite doing so very briefly earlier that evening I hadn't kissed Charlie. And I realised from her expression she wanted me to, and wondered if she was giving me a bit of a licence to do so. I hesitated. Helena moved towards me.

"Come on Bethany" she whispered. "Charlie is desperate -- for a snog and a grope. Make the most of this!"

I moved up to him -- to Helena's husband - and reached up to his lapels.

Charlie then realised who was facing him and what that meant. In fact he was the only man in the room who did realise he was being approached by a man, and therefore the only one with that particular problem. He just had to do it, he had to kiss me, to be seen doing so, in public, with a transvestite. He was suddenly nervous but I wasn't. Helena wanted this to happen so I had to make it work. I moved my face up very chose to Charlie, he knew I was 'winding him up'.

"Happy New Year, Charlie my darling" I whispered sexily. 

And laid my lips on his. Gently, tenderly, and as passionately as I could. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. It was a long moment, lasting maybe fifteen seconds in all. For the first ten Charlie was reluctant but after that I think he actually enjoyed it, certainly the hand resting on my bum began to slide down onto the tops of my stockings. And I felt -- against my thigh -- something hard!

Charlie was smiling as we broke away.

"Thanks for that Bethany" said Helena as again she took my arm and pulled me away from the throng. "Charlie had been going on about how gorgeous you look all evening, I thought he deserved that."

I turned back to the throng, worried. I'd not just pleased Charlie. I'd not just excited him. I'd aroused him! And even more than that. I enjoyed it. And, in some way I wasn't totally sure about at the time, I wanted more!

Suddenly I found I was next to the very tall young man again, he introduced himself as 'Darren' rather hesitatingly. He was smiling very nervously at me. For a few seconds I wasn't too sure what he was there for, what he was after, but then I recognised in him something from my own past. 

He was interested in me. Interested, that is, in the nicely dressed 'older woman' who had kissed him just after the stroke of midnight. I was hesitant too, after my experience with Neil I wasn't sure what I might be getting myself into but he did seem so sweet.

"Er- Bethany - can I get you another drink?" he asked me.

I decided to go along with him and we both headed back to the kitchen. He didn't put too much tonic in my G-and-T, which was maybe a good thing at that time and we were both soon chatting like old friends, mainly about the shop and what it was like to work there. OK, not the most enthralling topic of conversation but a lot better than much of the rubbish discussed at parties.

He seemed very interested in my dress, just for a moment I wondered if he - no - that topic had been too much on my mind. As others came into the kitchen we moved away and towards the conservatory. THAT conservatory again. He let slip that he wasn't really very experienced with girls, but he did rather like one of the girls at the shop, Annabel was her name. Then he told me she was there at the party.

"Well Darren why are you chatting to me? Go on, find her, make your move"

"Oh no, Bethany, I couldn't. She's come with another girl."

"And do you know why, Darren? Because she probably hasn't got a boyfriend herself right now. So, there's a vacancy. Go for it."

"But - heck, I wouldn't know what to do. I'm nervous about women."

Suddenly, quite where the thought came from I don't know. I had no idea. But I knew had a 'mission'. Something I felt I ought to do. I moved up close to Darren, looking round to be sure I wasn't being too closely observed.

"Darren, I think you need to lose your nerves. You say you like this dress but I'm not too sure. I think it maybe doesn't show enough of my cleavage. What do you think?"

Which was totally stupid thing to say really, I could hardly show more. I knew the slight impression of my 'nipples' could be seen just below the top of my dress. Darren just had to look, I'd just told him to. He stuttered, he was totally embarrassed.

"Er well, Bethany, I mean, it looks fine to me".

"You mean they look fine" I joked, smiling provocatively. "Darren, have you ever touched a woman's boobs?"

"Shit Bethany, sorry, I didn't mean to swear. No I haven't, sorry..."

"Darren. Stop apologising. Listen, nobody's watching us, now's your chance. Go on, move your hand up and lift them, I want to see how they would look in a tighter bra."

Darren looked at me very hesitantly, then looked down at my boobs, then looked me in the eyes. His right hand moved slowly up and began to cup my right breast.

"Wow, Darren that feels good. OK now, slide it down between my boobs, just to see what they feel like. Go on, I'm waiting, it's now or never."

Again very warily Darren moved his hand, this time he did slide it down between my bulging breasts. I sighed, not so much an erotic sigh because of course I couldn't really feel his fingers on my falsies. But just to encourage him. I shifted my weight slightly onto my right foot and then began to slide my left thigh up his leg. I knew he was totally embarrassed but I also knew he was enjoying himself. And I also knew I had to stop soon, this wasn't fair!

"Ooh Darren, that does feel so good. Now, just one more thing. Kiss me."

"Christ Bethany, I couldn't"

"Oh yes you could. You did a short while ago, just after twelve. So do it again!"

I was getting just a little dominant, I wasn't asking Darren, I was telling him. He had no choice. We kissed.

It wasn't long and lingering, it wasn't passionate and lust-filled but it was very nice indeed. As my rich red lips slowly worked on his I slid a hand up his thigh and slowly began to massage his swelling cock through his trousers. But then common sense came to me, this was too easy. Darren was young and inexperienced, easy prey for a so-called 'mature woman' who was dressed for the kill. I pulled away from him and was delighted to realise he was rather disappointed.

I whispered in his ear.

"OK Darren, now go find Annabel. Go for it!"

He looked bemused. Then he turned and headed back towards the main party room. I saw him walk without hesitation up to a young girl, presumably Annabel, who was being chatted up by another guy. He interrupted them. I turned away, smiling to myself.

By then some people were beginning to get their coats, wanting to move on, to go home to greet other family members or to head on to another party. I joined in with the leave-taking by doing my assistant-hostess act, helping Helena with coats and goodbyes and so on. By twenty-five past there were only about ten of us left, two or three older couples whose offspring were no longer at home and two of the young shop assistants who were making out in a corner of the hall. I realised one was in fact Darren, and the other was - of course it was. 

'Good on you, Darren!' I thought to myself.

Then Helena found me again.

"OK Bethany? Having fun? You certainly seem to have been, I've seen you getting rather friendly with at least four men tonight including my husband! Look, I'm sorry about Neil, I should have warned you about him."

"That's OK Helena. My fault, I should have realised myself." 

Then I had to grin. 

"But he is rather nice. Isn't he?"

"Some of the time Bethany. But I did know Miriam was coming later after she'd been to visit her mother. Pity, it must have been getting interesting for you. I was just a little worried you might have lost control in some way. Look, there he is. Wait, though, let's have another go."

'Another go?' I thought. 

I was puzzled, I didn't know what she was on about. But when I followed her gaze, I saw Neil and Miriam coming down the hall towards us. Miriam was looking somewhat distraught, then I realised why. She had obviously spilt some wine or something on her dress and was holding it away from her body.

"Oh Miriam, dear, please let me help you, come this way, I've got just the stuff to deal with that in the upstairs bathroom."

She began to lead Miriam away, then turned back to me and looked towards Neil who was standing beside me. Then she whispered to me. 

"You've got ten minutes, honey."

Ten minutes? For what? Hell!!!

End of Part 6



That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 07



Helen began to lead Miriam away, then turned back to me and looked towards Neil, stood beside me. Then she whispered "You've got ten minutes" .

Ten minutes? For what? Hell!!!

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I was standing there. With Neil. Helen had set me up again but this time she was serious. I turned to Neil, he was staring at my cleavage. I could do this. Helen had set me up. And I could do it, I could really do this. I felt rather sorry for Neil, I was using him but - what the hell. We were both going to have fun, I knew it. I smiled coquettishly at him.

"Like what you see?"

He blushed a deep red colour, he was clearly embarrassed as hell. I thought quickly, turned and grabbed my purse from just behind me together with two champagne glasses and a half-full bottle which was beside them on the table. I couldn't drag him this time, my hands were full.

"Follow me" I ordered quite sternly. 

He really had to obey. I headed down the hall and round the corner, then turned to push the bottle and glasses into his hand. I opened my purse and took out a key and opened the door. I went through and pulled him after me. Got him, exactly where I wanted him. There was enough light coming into the room from outside to allow me to totter along the corridor and reach the bedside lamp - in my bedroom. I'd led Neil through the connecting door into my own flat. I locked the door behind me and then, in a flash of inspiration, turned and dropped the key down my cleavage.

"If you want out you'll have to get that yourself" I said boldly, smiling rather wickedly at him. 

He looked terrified. Not surprisingly, I was suddenly feeling extremely dominant, a role I had not really imagined myself in. I wasn't the femme fatale, I was the Mistress. With a capital 'M'. I was almost leering as I began to move towards him. I breathed in gently, allowing my 'bosoms' to swell – his eyes moved down. I seductively slid my tongue across my glossy scarlet lips. And I spoke in as sexy and husky a voice as I could manage. 

"OK, Neil, my darling, pour us a drink will you? Then – maybe we can catch up where we left off? Don't worry about Miriam, I wish you'd told me earlier but now ... well."

With which I moved closer and touched my lips gently to his. He was shaking visibly. He was still nervous but really did warm to me as I caressed his body with mine, rubbing my leg up and down his thigh. In the quiet semi-darkness I noticed something I had not really reacted to before. The smell. The smell of sex. I could smell the sweat coming from his body and, I think, from between his legs where something was beginning to happen. When I had reacted automatically to Helen's 'invitation' to seduce Neil I hadn't really thought what that meant. What I was going to do, that is. But now I knew.

"Relax, darling, it's OK. Just you leave everything up to me" I murmured in his ear as I massaged it with my tongue and my red lips once more, beginning to move my fingers tantalisingly over his body. 

Then we sat down on the bed and I moved to lie across him, to unfasten the belt on his trousers. Before he had time to react I had the zip down and reached in - to expose his now very erect cock.

This wasn't the same as with the other guy, Dave, that is. This was different. This was consensual sex and I was enjoying the experience, with my first man. For the first time really I was looking at the object of my desire. Neil's erect penis. It seemed long to me, it was certainly very erect, a tremor went through my body when I realised I had actually done this. This was down to me, this gorgeous erect pole would be small and feeble if it were not for the sexual attraction between the two of us.

"Neil darling, could you help me with my dress? Just pull the zip down - that's it, thank you, honey."

And as I slid my dress off I stood before him, for the first time really as a man's object of desire. I looked at him, he looked at me. We were both in our very different ways, for totally different reasons, as horny as we possibly could be. Which is in a sense exactly as it should be between a man and a woman.

"Jeez, Bethany, you look sensational!" was all he said.

It was enough. I leaned over him again and invited him to unhook the front of my bra. He did so with trembling fingers. And my very-realistic 'boobs' fell out. I realised he was very horny, obviously, and that I had to manage this carefully. So I just took hold of his thick rod and caressed it quite hard, watching it swell up even more. The colour of the cock-head surprised and fascinated me, it was a deep purple from the blood coursing through it. I kissed it gently, then opened my mouth and slid my lips down, half way down my first erect prick.

I slid my smooth lips up and down Neil's hard rod a few times. I didn't have to wait long - he climaxed within half a minute. There and then I experienced the first orgasm of another man as his cum shot out and down my throat. I swallowed as it poured out and was really disappointed as his cock subsided to a fraction of its former self. I sat up and looked at Neil. He was happy, deliriously so. 

I knew exactly what he was feeling. BTDTGTTS. I found the key I had dropped into its hiding place and put it back into the lock, then re-fastened my bra and went into the bathroom to do what was necessary. When I came back Neil was gone. I lay down for a moment to recover.

And I woke up - eleven hours later!

Gin has never affected me as much as beer used to. At least I coped better with five or six gins than I ever did with ten or eleven pints of beer, a typical heavy 'male' drinking session. And the very best cure for a hangover for me has always been simply sleep. With the result that when I did wake that day, the first day of another New Year I had remaining only the last vestiges of a hangover. I'd slept through the rest. 

Over the next hour I undressed, cleaned myself up, removed my stuck-on prostheses and re-dressed and so on. I emerged to bright sunshine after a large mug of coffee feeling on top of the world. Something had changed, obviously. In a situation I had only fantasised in recent months I had 'been' a woman, socialising, laughing and joking, being the barmaid, the hostess and, OK, the flirt and finally the seducer. I felt complete, or at least much more so than before. Now to get on with the rest of my life. 

I had my second degree to complete, to get my Masters, but things were looking up there too. I had handed in the initial stage of my project and I thought it was looking good, hopefully Prof. Kingsley would agree. He was a bit antique himself but a good guy, he kept his finger on the pulse and would recognise the positive aspects of what I was trying to do.

Or at least I hoped he would, I'd find out in the next few days. Meanwhile, what to do? I could always start to make progress but if it was approved I ought to start out on the big opinion review. Which would be wasted if I had to change tack. Better to wait that few days so that I wouldn't waste any effort. I decided just that, I was ready for it but it was better not to actually start yet. Have a day or two off. Just relax, things had been pretty hectic round here after all. I was just sitting on the small bench outside the flat, in the bright sunshine even though the air was quite cold, having my second coffee of the morning. Nice day, nice world. I liked this.

But what to do? I decided to go for a jog, hadn't done that for weeks, so many other things had happened. I dashed in and changed, put on my track suit and trainers, locked my door and set off. I hadn't done this for too long, I really needed to get into shape. Not that my shape last night had anything wrong with it. 

Boy had I looked good. Or rather Girl, hadn't I looked great. I jogged the few hundred yards up the Dudley Road to the small park I had visited before and then, slightly faster than I really expected, did three laps of the park. OK, the whole run was only about four miles but I still felt I was doing myself some good. And when I got back I had a long, very hot shower and dressed casually and comfortably, wondering if I should maybe go round to see Helen or Charlie, thinking really how to start out the New Year before the new term. 

I remembered one obligation I had forgotten. I rang my mother and wished her a happy New Year. Luckily I didn't have to talk to my step-father, he was apparently still sleeping off the night before even at that time of the day. Then at her suggestion I rang a few more family members, uncles and so on, for a bit of a chat. And a couple of my friends from college who had gone back home for the holidays. After which I was feeling pleased with myself.

I got through the day, did a few more calls, and slept well. I rose not-too-late the next day, wondering again how to fill my time constructively. Try on more of my new lingerie maybe? Experiment a little more with my make-up? Practice more in my high heels? 

And then Helen came round. With somewhat surprising news.

"Er - Andrew rang me a while ago. He wanted Bethany's phone number. He's asked me several times since Christmas but I've kept saying no. But after the party, well, I saw Neil go so I guess you rather enjoyed yourself."

She stopped.

"This is weird, Ben. I mean Bethany had a good time at the party, didn't she? This is so weird. Anyway, did Andrew ring you yesterday?"

I told her I'd been ringing various people myself for much of the time so maybe he hadn't been able to. Then I realised the implications of what she'd said.

"Hang on, Helen. Did you give him my number?"

The phone rang. I sat there in silence.

"Go on then" said Helen.

I picked up the phone. It was Andrew. I listened for a moment and then spoke. And now this was so very weird to me, the voice I was using was my 'Bethany' voice. I listened while he told me he'd been to his sister's the for New Year and had stayed over and how he wished he could have been at Helen's party. He'd looked forward to maybe meeting me again.

"Look. Bethany. Can I come round this evening? About eight? Maybe we could go for a drink? Do you know Senorita's?"

Just at that moment Helen had been leaning over with her head next to mine, listening. She heard it all. I hadn't replied, I was so surprised. She just looked at me and nodded, mouthing 'Yes, go on, say yes.' Which I did. I put the phone down.

"OK, so Bethany has a date" said Helen.

A date. Yes. Wow!

Helen looked at me again. Yet again she had dictated to me, decided what 'I', Bethany that is, was going to do. And yet again I had my doubts, OK, Helen had got it right so far at almost every stage. But this time, this was serious. Just what had she got me into?

"OK Ben. I can tell you are not so sure about this. But trust me. I am a pretty good judge of people and I do know what I'm doing. When Andrew gets here tonight he's not going to know what to expect so it's up to you to lead the way. He will find out what you want him to find out, but only if and when you decide. This is your date, and it's your day. Now. I have a couple of phone calls to make, I'll be back in about half an hour."

I was somewhat reassured by Helen's comments but not totally so.

"And then we're going to get you ready. Please, indulge me, I'd love to help. I really would like to watch the transition Ben. The whole idea has fascinated me ever since a couple of weeks ago. And maybe I could help?"

OK, That was it. 

I had been thinking while Helen had been talking. This Andrew seemed like a nice guy. Certainly I could see why any woman would consider him handsome, he was tall and well-built. In a sense a trannie's dream really. And maybe he was gay. That meant I didn't have to be quite so scared of him finding out my secret. And anyway he suspected it already, that was probably why he'd suggested the date. I just had to go ahead.

After Helen left to make her calls I decided not to rush things. 

'Take your time, Ben, do it right,' my late father had always said. 

I'm sure he'd have been surprised to find me applying his words of wisdom to me dressing up in women's clothing, much less wearing makeup. And going on a date! 

OK, but the advice did apply to Bethany too. I did make a start. I had a hot shower and used the depilatory cream lavishly all over my body, then dried myself and applied my favourite talc in all the places I thought it should be applied.

Then I sat down to watch TV! For over half an hour, I watched the end of the News broadcast and then one of those 'classic' sitcoms which are all the rage. I'd never really understood its attraction the first time round but by the end I was chortling away merrily, feeling very relaxed. Just as it finished I heard my doorbell again, it was Helen.

"Well Ben, you still are Ben aren't you? You do smell sweet. Have you started yet?"

"Nearly, I was just relaxing first but I'd better get on with it." 

I hesitated for a moment, then slipped off my robe to reveal my naked body and looked up at Helen. I just couldn't help it. My excitement very rapidly revealed itself.

"Wow Ben, you are about to have problems. I mean, I could help with that but I don't think Charlie would like it!"

I grinned and turned away, reaching for a pair of black panties. I pulled them up and tucked myself in, then turned back to face Helen. Her eyebrows rose.

"Where is it?" she asked, smiling.

"Don't worry, it's just a trick. It's folded into these panties. Now, I think I've decided what to wear but I would like your advice."

I showed Helen the blouse and skirt and shoes I had chosen. She looked at me in disbelief.

"Ben, or rather Bethany. What are you trying to do, put your date off from the word go? I know you've got quite a lot of clothes by now and I know you can do better than that. So you sort the breast-forms, I'll have a look through the wardrobe."

So I did do the tits, I lay down to allow the glue to set while Helen busied herself sorting out my outfit. When I got up I did the make-up over the seams and then turned to put on my wig. Helen looked at me.

"Well. Bethany, definitely. Ben has gone. OK, lingerie first."

I argued that what Helen had chosen seemed a little unsuitable but I had been over-ruled. Within minutes I had on the black waist-cincher and the bra which matched the panties, the black set I had bought at 'CCs' before Christmas. They were a better quality than I had thought, but then I realised I had got the full discount when I had bought them so they really would have been quite expensive. The sheer black seamed stockings came next, then I started on the make-up. 

Here Helen was a great help. I ended up with exactly the look I had wanted but this time using only half as much to cover up as I had done before. It was a case of quality rather than quality. I sprayed a little perfume between my 'tits', then finished by sticking my longest set of red nails in place. And this time I super-glued them, no risk of my embarrassment in whatever situation I ended up.

With earrings and a choker and several rings and bracelets I was beginning to really feel the part. Then Helen revealed the top she had chosen for me, one of the close-fitting sweaters I had bought from 'CCs' again. And to my amazement she stood there holding my favourite item of clothing. My black leather micro-skirt.

"I can't wear that to go out in, Helen" I exclaimed. "That's just for fantasies in front of a mirror!"

"Humour me" said Helen. 

She insisted I put it on, together with my highest black patent stilettos. I stood there wondering what Andrew would think.

"Bethany, he will love it. Really, dear, you are just oozing sex. The boys at Senorita's are going to get a real treat. Call it what you like, eye candy or whatever, really you are a guy's wet dream. They'll all be jacking off in the Gents and thinking of you."

If I blushed, it probably wasn't evident under my make-up.

"And Andrew, if he is the man I think he is, will absolutely love being seen with you. I'd love to see his reaction but I mustn't stay. Good luck, Bethany. And if you feel like doing anything I wouldn't do - just do it. Have fun."

With which Helen squeezed my hand, and left. I was on my own, contemplating what she meant. Again I decided to relax for a few minutes and sat down to sort out the contents of my handbag. And then, a few minutes early, I heard a car pull in outside. I pulled the curtain to one side and peered out. It was Andrew. 

But he didn't come to the flat, it occurred to me then that maybe he didn't know exactly where I was living, exactly what the situation with 'Bethany' and Helen and Charlie was. I opened the window slightly and listened. I could hear two male voices. Then I heard the door close and footsteps outside. And my doorbell.

'OK Bethany, here goes,' I thought, and opened the door.

My 'date' was standing there. Looking indeed slightly embarrassed. For a moment I wondered why. After all he was obviously a man of the world, a man with lots of experience, varied experiences, in many matters - including sexual ones. Then I realised this was probably a new one to him. Calling on his date, probably a transvestite, and really not knowing what to expect. But if he knew anything at all about TVs, and in this respect I was typical, what any tranny really wants is to be treated like something we really are not. Like a woman. How would a gay, or maybe bisexual, guy cope with that?

Well, Andrew was trying to cope. He was standing on my doorstep, looking rather nervous, holding out a medium-sized, but absolutely gorgeous, bunch of red roses! Where on Earth had he got them at that time of year? They must have indeed cost the Earth. I gasped a little in surprise, then recovered. Even before I could speak to thank him he jumped straight in, straight to the point.

"Er - Bethany...."

It was there again, that brief pause. But this time I didn't really mind.

"I've asked Helen about five times and she won't tell me. And I've just asked Charlie and he's obviously under some sort of instructions from her. Please, I have to know. Are you... seeing someone? Or ....?"

I didn't let him finish. I just moved the roses to one side and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, right next to his lips.

"Later, Andrew. Now, thanks for the flowers, they really are lovely, it is so sweet of you. But what kind of a hostess am I? Please, come in for a minute, I'll just put these in some water."

I noticed a small reaction as I said 'hostess' - that surprised him. I was internally beaming. Of course he was almost certain but - there was still just a little doubt. He actually did still think I might be a woman. But if he'd seen me in the kitchen he would have known otherwise. Flowers? How the fuck was I supposed to deal with them? OK, they were lovely but I had nothing suitable to put them in, no vase, no display jug or anything. I quickly grabbed a coffee pot from a shelf, ran a little water into it and pushed the roses in. That would have to do for now. 

I rapidly turned and went back into my little lounge. Andrew was looking through my CDs. Well, he'd get no real hints there. Basic 80s and 90s pop-rock, fairly gender-neutral, I thought though maybe I was deceiving myself. Anyway he wouldn't have time to investigate fully.

"OK Andrew. Helen said something about 'Senorita's'. Do you really want to go there?"

I had tried not to say anything with the tone of my voice, just keep it neutral though I hoped the timbre was as feminine as I could muster. I could see Andrew thinking. He was looking straight at me. Had Helen and I overdone it? Was he looking at a woman or a trannie? And if he did see me as a woman, what sort of woman? 

I could just see my reflection, not too clearly, in the reflective glass behind him. All legs and heels, tits and hair, a bit of a dressy girl maybe? A sex object? Anyway, whatever he was thinking, he didn't really show it to me.




That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 07



"Well, I thought that might be OK. What about you? Would you like to go there?"

Heck, I thought. Got to start somewhere.

"Come on" I said, grabbing my leather jacket and my purse. "Let's go see where the action is!"

Knowing full well that wherever we were, whatever we were doing that evening it would count as 'action' where I was concerned. Just BEING Bethany, that was action enough for me. As I slid into Andrew's car beside him I remembered to be careful to slide my legs in, not allowing my miniskirt to show too much. I demurely put my jacket on my knees as Andrew drove. Me? Demure? Not in that outfit!

The truth of which was revealed about ten minutes later as we stepped, hand in hand, through the front door of 'Senoritas'. To be greeted by the smell and the noise of a night club which was just beginning to get going. There were obviously a lot more people in there than the last time I'd been in, with Helen, a week or so earlier. Not packed yet but pretty full, maybe the New Year revellers of the night were still sleeping it off. Or coping with the return to work. But we did have the desired effect.

Andrew did indeed look handsome, that was the very first time I properly thought of him in that way. Taller than me, just, in my highest heels. A lot beefier and more manly, I could see now exactly what Kate had meant by 'a waste' in a sense. He was something of a babe-magnet, that I could see. And he was with me! And in that outfit I was definitely a guy-magnet myself, obviously looking for love, or rather for sex. I expect a lot of the guys there gained that impression when they looked at us. And some of them were definitely looking - at me! 

Andrew took my hand as we moved towards the bar. He was very protective though, his body language stood out. 

'She's taken,' it shouted. 

He stayed close, we chatted for a while about his job, he wheedled some details out of me, about my being at the University. I kept everything I said gender-neutral. He was fishing but getting nowhere. But it was difficult, he knew what he was talking about. Then I realised why. He let something slip, about the Student's Union.

"Andrew, were you at college? Here?" I asked as innocently as I could manage.

He looked worried, I don't know why, as if he had been trying to hide the fact.

"Yes, about five years ago."

"Andrew - is that you?"

He had been just about to add to his admission, I could tell, when we both heard a voice behind us and turned together. We both recognised the speaker, though neither of us knew why the other did at that time. It was Andrew who replied.

"Hello Professor Kingsley."

I looked. Did I blush? Well might I have blushed bright red. I was sitting on a bar stool, in a tight ultra-mini skirt, nylon-clad legs on display, tits thrusting out, slightly over-made-up, holding a gin and tonic and staring at the man whose decision over the next few days would decide my future. Did he recognise me?

He moved forward, past Andrew.

"Well hello there " he said beaming, moving up close and putting a hand on my bare thigh. "So nice to see you again."

Again?

Hell!

End of Part 7



That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 08



***
Stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! 
***

Part 8

"Well hello there " he said beaming, moving up close and putting a hand on my bare thigh. "So nice to see you again."

Again? Hell!

****

The professor moved closer to me - and kissed me! His hand was on my thigh. I was suddenly very worried indeed.

"Henry, really. I can never take you anywhere."

I looked up as Professor Kingsley backed off from me, smiling in a rather self-satisfied way. The speaker was his companion, a woman of about fifty who was obviously 'dressed up' for a night out. Not dressed up in the way I was, but in an attractive way. Wearing a rather bright yellow dress which, non-expert that I was, I would have described as well-cut but just not quite the right colour for her.

"I must apologise for my husband, he's not to be trusted with a pretty girl, you know. In a minute he's going to make some excuse, usually that he's got his reading glasses on. I'm Amanda by the way, this is Henry."

I didn't really know what to say. I was still rather flustered by the Professor's advances but it was Andrew who rescued me.

"It's OK, Mrs Kingsley, your husband and I have met. He was teaching one of the courses I did at the University some years ago."

I had been right. It turned out that the Professor and his wife were revisiting an old haunt. They had first met at the club - before it became a night club that is - twenty years earlier to the day and had decided to see what it was like now. And despite the music and the crowds they seemed to be enjoying themselves. They asked us to join them, I rather imagine they thought of Andrew as one of the 'oldies'. Most of the crowd seemed to be about twenty or under, I really did feel something of an 'old maid' myself. Which was a ridiculous thing to think for so many reasons.

We sat at their table at the side of the bar, rather away from the throng. Andrew and the Prof. got into discussing 'old times' - maybe five years earlier, something like that. And Amanda and I discussed - girly things! My dress, my shoes, her earrings, stuff like that. I hedged rather when she began to move onto 'relationships' and to ask about me and Andrew. We ended up chatting about the 'youth today', bemoaning the lack of this and the problems with that, and why kids didn't like proper music! And when the DJ introduced MC this and DJ that I commented that there seemed no real merit in modern music, not like in my day when bands had proper names like U2 and REM.

It was when Amanda started to quiz me on what I was doing with my life, was I still at college or what, that I began to become very nervous. I'd had a few drinks by then, fortunately Andrew spotted my problem and butted in.

"Sorry, Mrs Kingsley. We really should be going now, I promised not to keep Bethany out too late you know."

Promised? Who?

We wished them happy anniversary and left. And as we strolled out and hit the night air an amazing exhilaration came over me. I had REALLY been a woman, in strange company, and I had loved it. OK I had been worried at first that the Prof would see through me but it turned out he really had come out wearing the wrong glasses. Hurrah for forgetfulness. 

As we left and headed back to the car - I just couldn't resist the temptation - I pulled Andrew towards me against the wall of the club. And kissed him. And this time it was a proper kiss, not like with the locksmith guy. Not even like those with Neil on New Year's Eve. This time I put a lot into it – tongues and all - and I was rewarded in spades. 

I felt myself judder with the excitement as I slid my glossy red lips across Andrew's, as we pulled each other close together. I felt his hand slide down from my bum onto my leg and then back up inside my skirt and over my bare flesh towards my panties. I was shaking with anticipation. Something significant was getting very close.

And it was when my own left hand slid down and across, and I felt the swelling inside Andrew's pants, that I knew that time was near. I pulled away.

"Andrew. Drive me home" I whispered in his ear as seductively as I could.

We said very little on the short drive back to my flat. As he followed me in through the front door and I turned to kiss him again, it was Andrew's turn to pull back.

"Bethany. You are a beautiful woman. Really. But - well - there are things you may not know about me and, well, maybe things I am not sure of about you. I need to know. Please. PLEASE!"

I smiled and moved in to kiss his lips very tenderly, not saying a word. And this time my hands did the exploring first, pulling down his trouser zip to snake in and wrap my fingers round his erect penis. And then he followed suit, sliding his right hand up my skirt and towards my panties. And this time I didn't stop him.

"Oh my GOD!!"

His right hand had arrived there. And it had found what it wanted to find. I stopped kissing him just for a moment and looked him straight in the eye.

"All right my darling. Now that you know. What are you going to do about it?"

"Well - er - "

Suddenly Andrew was incredibly flustered. He muttered and mumbled for several seconds, for some reason finally having his thoughts confirmed had sent him into a spin. Or at least had sent his head into a spin, his right hand knew exactly what he was doing. It was feeling round my cock, caressing my foreskin, gently pulling and stretching my already excited member. Maybe Andrew had done something like this before but it was all new to me - I was feeling SO horny.

"Andrew. Darling. You don't know how long I've wondered whether this might happen" I cooed in his ear.

"Er - Bethany. Are you sure? I mean, we don't have to. Not if you aren't sure."

Andrew was uncertain again but I was not. Most definitely not. I really had fantasised about this moment. I whispered in his ear again

"Yes Andrew. We do have to. Take me. Now."

And he did. Our gentle caressing and teasing rapidly got harder and hornier and rougher and tougher. Within a minute we were moving towards the bedroom and undressing each other, almost ripping our clothes off. I was breathing heavily as Andrew reached down and slid off my panties. Needless to say my cock stood out proudly.

Then Andrew pulled his own shorts down, what was staring at me was the largest most gorgeous sight I had ever seen! It was quite long, maybe 9 inches, but it was so thick! The large throbbing purple head was enormous. I looked up at Andrew with surprise written all over my face.

"Andrew, I know I said I am new to this but I can appreciate beauty when I see it, that is so wonderful. So tell me, how are we going to play this?"

"God Bethany, I am so desperate. You look sensational, any man's dream, such a sexy woman - with a cock! Go ahead, please, I need you to..."

It was obvious what he wanted, his cock was only inches from my face and was visibly throbbing. I started gently licking the head with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the pre-cum that was oozing out, and all the while Andrew was groaning and enjoying the experience. As I licked the head, I used my fingers to massage his full and very tight balls. I licked and played with the massive head of his cock and then finally started licking up and down the shaft. 

Andrew was groaning so much, he was obviously enjoying this as much as I was. I teased the head of his cock with my luscious red mouth and managed to get my lips around it and slowly start pumping up and down. I could only take him about half way to begin with, but then I wriggled his cock round in my mouth with my tongue until it found just the right position and slid down towards my throat. I felt his pubic hair begin to tickle my nose and I knew it was all the way in!

At which point it exploded. The whole experience was sensational as the thick rod bucked and reared inside my mouth and I felt Andrew's hot juices coursing down my throat. It had taken maybe four or five minutes to reach that stage but it was all over within seconds. I was full - and Andrew was shot! He pulled his cock out and collapsed on the bed beside me. We both were breathing deeply - and contentedly.

"Andrew, that was sensational" was all I could say. 

He said nothing, he was still recovering his breath.

I lay back with my head resting on the pillow and closed my eyes for a few moments, enjoying the memory of my first REAL sexual experience with a man. And what a man! Then I looked up, at Andrew smiling down at me. He cupped my right 'breast' through my bra and moved his hand slowly down my body as our lips met once again. He kissed my mouth, my chin, down my neck, his slightly rough face rubbing against my skin. 

I lay there feeling just plain wonderful as Andrew nibbled my shoulders and his hand found my breast again, causing me to shiver with delight and he lovingly squeezed the soft 'flesh' there. He brought his lips to my nipple, it made me feel so feminine and content watching him tease it with his tongue. I couldn't really feel it but I could imagine, another shiver went through me. As he was teasing my 'breasts' with his lips his hand found my arse and he kneaded the softness of my cheeks.

His touches were so gentle and sent rivers of goose-bumps through my entire body as his hand moved down my smooth leg and then up the soft skin inside my thigh. I lay back taking in the sensations, sighing expectantly. His long fingers found my hard cock and I moaned and arched my back as he gently squeezed me. He looked into my lust filled eyes and raised his finger to my lips and I licked it and pulled it inside my mouth. He then moved his wetted finger to my anus and slowly pushed it inside of me. 

My body tensed as his finger massaged inside my hole. He really was being very gentle and went very slowly. He knew I was a virgin and he obviously knew he was about to 'take my cherry'. Again he kissed my mouth and this time I absolutely devoured his tongue, so turned on was I. He knew that I was his girl now, and his to make a woman.

"My darling, I do so want you - now – please, my lover. Will you fuck me?"

We kissed again. As he began moving his finger in and out of my arsehole I moaned, thrilled at each new sensation I was feeling. I spread my legs and pushed back against his hand as he stroked his finger gently inside me.

"Are you really sure – Bethany?"

"Andrew. I'd really like you to - fuck me?" 

Of course the answer was obvious.

I lay back against the cool sheets as he used first one, then two and then three fingers to tease my hot waiting hole. I spread my legs wide for him - he put my legs over his shoulders as he positioned himself over me.

"This will probably hurt a bit to start with, Bethany. I'll go very slowly" he cautioned. "Let me know if it's too much and we can try something else, O.K.?"

I smiled nervously and nodded. I felt my legs pushed apart with his weight on top of me as his cock began to push into me, spreading me open. It was slightly painful but Andrew was very gentle and worked his cock very slowly inside me a little at a time, waiting as I became used to it. It was uncomfortable at first, but soon the slight pain and discomfort subsided and the pleasure took over. It took some time but finally Andrew's full length was deep inside me and I smiled up at him and reached out to touch his face and reassure him. He withdrew slowly half his length and then pushed back into me again, repeating over and over until there was no pain at all, only pleasure.

"Bethany? Are you – OK?"

"Oh God, yes!! It's good, Andrew, it really is. SO good!!" I replied, trying to speak calmly as all sorts of sensations and emotions washed through my mind.

It was good, Really good. Just for a moment I was a little disappointed, sure it felt all right but.... And then I wriggled my arse, just to get a little more comfortable and as I did so that gorgeous monster cock moved in even further. Only an extra half-inch maybe but it made all the difference in the world. I wasn't sure what his cockhead was doing up there but it had hit something wonderful. It total pure pleasure.

Pleasure? Hardly the word for that experience. As the whole length of that beautiful cock slid ever-so-smoothly in, right up to the end, and out again I was in another world, one of pure unadulterated delight.

"Christ Andrew, that's it!" I shouted out. "Yes oh yes!!"

He smiled sweetly and continued to slowly fuck my arse as I stared up at his handsome face, moving my hands firmly round his torso. OK he was no Rambo but in some ways he came close, I could see his muscles rippling as he worked at me harder and harder. I let him know how I was loving it all.

"Oh my darling, it is so good for me too. Bethany, I've never ever been with a woman like you before. I do so want you to be satisfied."

"Fuck me. Andrew. Fuck me! Harder!!" I called out, as the glorious sensations began to overwhelm me. 

Andrew started to thrust more quickly into me. I was pushing back in time with his movements and squeezing him with my sphincter muscles as we fucked. It was the most wonderful thing I have ever felt. My 'boyfriend' was on top of me and he was fucking my brains out!

As Andrew screwed me I was gasping and calling out to him. 

"Oh yes my love, yes! That feels so good!"

He was now fucking me hard and fast. His sweat dripped down onto me as he pumped his cock in and out of me more and more. Finally I knew we were getting close to a climax.

"Andrew, oh my baby, please come inside me" I pleaded.

I knew I needed so badly now to feel him cum inside my body and I could tell that he was just about to explode.

"Oh God, yes honey" I gasped and then I started to feel him empty his load inside of me. 

As soon as I felt him start to come I started coming too, spraying cum all over my own stomach and chest, over and between my tits. His cock erupted inside me, splashing my insides with his sweet semen and dripping from me onto the sheets below me. We rolled and squirmed, wriggled and fondled, grappled and groped for what seemed like ages as that gorgeous hot cock thrust and squirted Andrew's love-juices deeply inside my arse. 

I was in heaven, digging my long scarlet nails into his bum, feeling my boobs squashed against his manly chest. Our mouths were pressed together and our tongues jostled with the passion of the moment. I'd had good sex before but this was in another league. Then we collapsed together and I held him in my arms as his cock grew soft. I let him slip from within me after one last squeeze of my well-used muscles.

I kissed the beads of sweat from his forehead and cheeks as our hearts beat frantically together. We both started to laugh, I stroked his head and held him tightly to my breast. He moved up and put his arms around me and we kissed once again. Now I knew I never wanted this moment to end. We drifted off to sleep like that, my head on Andrew's chest and my leg draped over his. Lovers.

I woke at seven as the early morning light shone brightly through the crack in the curtains. I looked across at Andrew, still fast asleep, even maybe snoring a little. Wow, what a night! I lay there for several minutes, looking at my lover's face, a very happy girl. 

Then more practical thoughts began to creep into my reverie. What must I look like after all that? Maybe it was OK to not look totally perfect in the middle of the sexual act when we were both a little drunk. But I just couldn't let Andrew wake and find me in any way looking like a dishevelled tranny. I reached up to my chin. No, I could never kiss him, not like this.

I slipped out of bed carefully and suddenly realised. I had no intention of changing, not back to Ben, not now. This morning I was going to for once carry on as I left off, 'being' Bethany. I crept quietly across to the bathroom and shut the door. I looked at my face in the mirror – help! I did indeed look a mess, this would not do.

It only took me ten minutes to re-do my make-up - I was surprised at how accustomed I had become to feminine habits and procedures. OK it's not very feminine to have to take off your wig to have a shower, or to have to be a little careful when washing not to be too rough on the covering cream around your tits - or indeed smoothing your face. But other things, taking my facial make-up off, getting made up again and all that entails, these things were beginning to become second nature to me. Not that it detracted from the thrill. I still even now get excited at the transformation which takes place as I carefully apply my eye-liner and mascara.

OK then, it took me more than ten minutes but it was certainly less than twenty. After which I crept naked back into the bedroom and found clean bra and panties, the lovely silk-like deep purple set I hadn't worn yet. Stockings and heels followed as night follows day, in true tranny fashion. Then Andrew stirred. I moved over to the bed and sat down beside him. He opened his eyes.

"Hi honey" I cooed and kissed him on the lips.

He smiled and a momentary expectation wobbled through my body. Sex? Again? Well, maybe? Did I interpret his smile correctly? I kissed him again and his left hand moved to caress my bum. Yes, he was definitely up for it again. 

I reached my hand down under the covers. Up? Yes, big-time. I smiled and kissed him and then had second thoughts. I realised that he wasn't entirely 'free'. OK, I was still a student but Andrew was a working man. As we kissed and caroused I realised something else.

"Andrew. You smell! You are not having sex again with me like that, you absolutely must shower first."

"OK honey, as you want. Hell, is that the time?" 

He had just noticed my little travel clock by the bed.

"Bethany, I'm so sorry. I'd warned Kate I might be a bit late today. But - one thing."

As he turned to look me in the eyes I realised he was wanting to be very serious. I waited.

"Look Bethany. About last night." I waited. "It was different for me. And it was oh so good, honest. I mean OK so I've been with guys and with girls before. But I made love to a woman last night so in a sense I'm not gay. But - well - you've got a cock, a beautiful cock so I'm definitely not straight. In fact I don't know what I am."

He was confused. I was – confused – but somehow the previous night had just begun to bring some clarity to me. To my life. To my dressing-up. SOME clarity, I realised I still had some way to go.

"Bethany, I've never been with a TV before. But whatever I am, I love it! So much of what we did last night really was a totally new experience. I don't want this to be just a one night stand. Please?"

I didn't say anything. I just kissed him lightly on the lips and smiled a smile which obviously said 'yes'. Then I slapped his lovely bum.

"So, lover. Get dressed."

Andrew hugged me once more and then disappeared into the bathroom. I slipped on my negligee, I wanted Andrew to see it before he went. I was definitely going to be Bethany all day, maybe even.... But that was for later, first things first, coffee! Absolutely essential first thing in the morning. As I moved towards my small kitchen I heard the chink of bottles outside the door. Somehow in the middle of everything which had been happening the previous evening I had remembered to put my milk bottles out. Today's was being delivered.

A very naughty thought came into my mind. I remembered a scenario so common in films, of the 'housewife' opening the door to greet the milkman while wearing very little by way of clothing. In fact in some types of film the favourite garment was a negligee very much like the one I was wearing. Very revealing, all tit and leg, I wondered just how old Pete would react if I opened the door to collect my milk at that very moment. I peeked through the gap in my curtains, he was bending over to pick up my empties. Dare I? I unlocked the door and reached for the handle.




That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 08



Dare I?

It was a silly thought but it brought yet another smile to my lips. But no. Not practical. Unfair, specially to Pete, and he would probably realise what was going on. I calmed down and waited, watching him head off down the drive and round the corner. Then I did open the door and stepped out into the cold January sunlight, leaning open to pick up my fresh milk.

"Well hello there!"

I jumped up. Then breathed a sigh of relief. It was Charlie!

"Charlie!" 

Helen's rather loud voice came from behind him as Helen trotted across the path to join him. She looked at me. 

"OK Charlie, you've had your eyeful of Bethany's boobs for this morning. Now go and start the car."

Then Helen turned to me with a quizzical look on her face.

"Good morning, Bethany my dear. Now, tell me, how did you get on last night? Your first date I mean. Something special must have happened, I've never seen you - dressed like this I mean - in the morning before. So come on girl, tell all, I NEED to know!"

"Hey Helen"

Charlie had called from the other side of the path. He had just got the car out of the garage and, getting out, was staring down the drive. 

"Helen. You won't believe this. There's another BMW parked round the side here!"

Helen look at me, now with a look of amazement on her face.

"Bethany! You tart, you! Is that Andrew's car, oh wow! Is he still here? Has he...?"

I felt a pair of hands slide round my waist from behind and Andrew's lips touch my neck. I shivered, partly with the cold and partly with the excitement. I was standing there with Helen's shocked face in front of me and my lover cuddling me from behind.

"I'll call you later, babe. Gotta go" he said.

I looked at him. There was a wide self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Good morning Helen" was all Andrew said to my visitor as he slid past me. 

Then he squeezed my hand affectionately and ran over and round the path towards where his car was parked. 

"Morning boss" he added walking past Charlie.

"Come on Helen, we need to be moving" Charlie called out.

There was a lot of shouting going on - fortunately any neighbours were some distance away and unlikely to hear. Helen turned towards me yet again and spoke more quietly.

"Jeez Bethany, I never imagined that ... Well, we must talk about this later, sorry, we have to go now. Bye hon."

With which she kissed me lightly on the cheek, turned and trotted over to Charlie's car. I watched the two BMWs, Charlie's and Andrew's, glide out of the drive and off. I sighed. I was alone, probably for the day. When Helen set off early with Charlie it meant she was probably out all day in Birmingham, doing some things in one store or another, one branch of 'CCs' that is. Or meeting friends or doing other shopping in town. So, was I going to be alone, all day maybe? So what to do?

I started out by trying to calm down after all the excitement, not that it was really possible. Images of so many moments kept flashing into my mind. Eventually I did begin to get it together and, suitably dressed in a thick-ish leather-style coat over a sweater and my mini-skirt, I set off to drive into town. And did girly things, all day. I loved it! 

Wandering round in department stores, looking at clothes, trying on a skirt in Racka's, buying a new balcony bra and matching panties in Marks', two pairs of rather attractive stockings in a little boutique-type shop in the Palisades arcade. I ended up having lunch in a café in the arcade, even teasing two young guys who were obviously there in their school holidays to look at the girls. Eventually I began to get just a little weary, walking round in high heels all day was something I was not entirely used to. So I decided to visit Andrew. To go to see my lover. 

I wasn't too far from Edgbaston by then and I knew I could get there by closing time, maybe to arrange to get together again that evening. Andrew had dropped the hint about some sort of 'continuing relationship'. Perhaps I should take the initiative.

I pulled into the staff car park behind 'CCs' just before five, well before closing time, noticing that Charlie's car was there too. I walked round to the front of the store and in to be greeted enthusiastically by Kate who was supervising the Customer Services area.

"Hi there Bethany, it is so good to see you. Specially when Lennie's not around. He still remembers you two getting together at the party the other night. Hang on, I'll see if I can find Charlie."

"Er - thanks Kate but I really wondered if I could have a word with Andrew. Is he around, I saw his car out back?"

"Andrew?" Kate looked puzzled. "Now then Bethany, give, what is going on? I mean, we all know all about Andrew you know. So - I mean, you know, OK he is a hunk and a great guy as well but .... "

I smiled quietly and said nothing.

"OK but I'll get it out of Helen. I will, believe me!"

That I doubted, nobody was going to put one over on Helen unless she actually wanted them to. Anyway Kate led me along the side of the store and though a door labelled 'Staff only', then into an office.

"Hang on here a minute, Bethany, I'll find him."

So I waited in Andrew's office, wondering how he would react when he saw me. Had I read things right after the previous night, I was sure I had? Two minutes later, I was sitting provocatively in Andrew's chair with my skirt pulled up just a little and with a top button undone, ready to visually assault Andrew when he came in. I was ready. I heard the door open behind me and swivelled the chair round.

To see, coming into the door - a policeman, followed by a policewoman, and Kate.

"Excuse me - miss."

Not again!

End of Part 8



That Red Dress Started It...! Ch. 09



***
Stories with transgender themes which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! 
**

Part 9

To see, coming into the door - a policeman, followed by a policewoman, and Kate.

"Excuse me - miss."

Not again!

***

Again. Policemen. Again! My mind went back to that first time in the Ladies' in the supermarket. What was it this time? Had I been rumbled? I stood up very nervously, then hastily slid my hands down my thighs to smooth my skirt - and to make it just a little longer! There is a time and a place for such a short skirt but right now I wasn't sure....

There was movement behind them, someone coming in the door. 

"Yes. Can I help?"

It was Andrew! My rescuer, maybe, he had just come into his office and was obviously surprised at the reception committee. He looked at Kate, then across at me and at the police officers. My admiration grew, he must have been surprised to see me yet he reacted so quickly and so smoothly.

"Sorry for interrupting, sir? We've had a request to contact you from Mrs Hannon in Perry Barr. Mrs Mary Hannon."

"Mary? Yes, she's my sister. What's this about?"

Kate butted in. She didn't know what was going on. None of us did but she wasn't having the operation of her store disrupted.

"I'm sorry Andrew, am I needed here? It's closing time, one of us is going to be needed out front. Can we have a couple of minutes, officer?"

The policeman nodded his assent and Kate took my arm to lead me out of the office.

"Hang on Kate" called Andrew after her. 

He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him, turning towards the officers. 

"I'll be back in a minute, is that OK? I just need a word with my girlfriend."

Girlfriend? I was a bit surprised to realise he was using the word to describe me. I could see Kate looking at me in disbelief as we headed down the short corridor and out into the store, still holding hands.

"Sorry Bethany, I do have to see to this. It's my sister, that's why I went over to her place on New Year's Eve. Her husband is none too gentle with her - specially when he's had a few drinks. It looks like I'm going to be busy again tonight. I had hoped to see you again but - sorry, it will have to wait. OK honey?"

Kate was still watching with a look of surprise on her face. I was rather shaken too myself. Police? Wife-beating husband? Even closing the store, for some reason my being a tranny seemed incidental to everyday life. But then I glimpsed myself reflected in one of the tall mirrors near one of the store's clothing racks. No, 'Bethany' wasn't so unimportant. Not to me. 

In so many ways, to Kate, to several policemen and women by now, to Neil, even to Dave that sex-crazed security guy, I WAS a woman. My life had turned some sort of corner and there was no going back. I kissed Andrew briefly on the cheek and told him I did understand, he really must go and help his sister again. Kate walked with me to the front door and out of the store.

"Bethany, you are going to tell me what is going on aren't you? Soon?"

I promised her that I would one day and drove straight home. Helen wasn't there yet, I really did want to talk to her. I busied myself around the place for an hour, did the dishes, re-did my make-up for some reason, trying to work out how I was going to sort out my life. At about seven, Andrew rang. He had got to his sister's while her husband was at the police station and had come to some sort of arrangement with the powers-that-be.

Their problem was that his brother hadn't actually broken any serious laws except for 'disturbing the peace' - drunken shouting and threatening and so on. And more than that, the house was actually his, not joint property. As a temporary solution Andrew suggested that Mary and her daughter should come and stay with him, in his spare room for a few days. Which, as he said, would rather dampen his social life for a while.

"Unless of course you want to move in with me. 'Auntie Bethany'. How does that sound?"

I giggled at the thought. He was joking, I realised. But he was right, any thought of dinner - and sex - was out. I was disappointed but I didn't have time to fret. I heard the knock at the door and had to hang up. Helen was back. We spent about half an hour chatting, me telling her some of, in fact many of, the details of the previous twenty-four hours. Eventually she had to leave when Charlie got home. I changed.

If this was a story I can see how it would have gone from there. I would have got back together with Andrew after a few days and we would have gone into sexual overdrive, screwing and fucking day and night. After which - well. Either we would have tired and moved on. Or I would have gone through a proper sex change and become his wife. Or maybe the shock of his bisexual activities would have driven him to give up all matters of the flesh. And become a priest maybe. Or I could have become a nun!

But what did happen? Put simply, none of the above. Andrew did ring me after a few days to say that Mary's husband had 'dried out' and she and her daughter had moved back home but his mother had gone to stay for a while with them, to help them to get back on the rails. 

But by then both he and I had become very busy in our separate ways. I was back in college. Prof Kingsley – who thankfully didn't see in me any signs of the woman he'd flirted with a few days earlier - had made some suggestions to 'beef up' my project. I realised I had to lend it greater academic weight so I suddenly had a lot more research to do. And Andrew was busy trying to sort out some financial problems at work with the 'CC' chain, some of the group's competitors were making inroads into their profits. He and Charlie and the directors had several late meetings trying to come up with strategies to compete.

So, ridiculous though it seems, we just didn't have time for sex, not on a regular basis anyway. In fact it was four weeks until we got back together. But it was worth the wait. We celebrated our 'one month' anniversary on the first day of February in style. Dinner at Andrew's place, me in that red dress which he hadn't seen before. And sex - I stayed the night and we did it again and again - and again. Three times that night, it was so beautiful.

And on the first day of March we just went out to a pub. Just? Well, a little more than that. We went with Charlie and Helen to the King's Arms, to Kate and Lennie's engagement party. We drank and danced and bopped all evening - and bonked all night. At least four different ways. At one stage I even got Andrew to put on a pair of my panties, this was after we'd gone back to the flat. He looked silly, he really did. But that was my cue. For the first time I screwed him. Among other things!

I thought that might be the start of something more, some sort of 'going steady' but yet again we both found ourselves busy on our different projects. We did get together briefly at the beginning of April. I 'dressed down' for me. I'd got a rather stern but very well tailored business suit which looked good on me, I thought, at least it did with black stockings and heels and rather over-the-top jewellery. I visited Andrew at 'CCs' just before lunchtime, we ended up having a very merry lunch in the pub over the road and then fucking in the stock-room back at the store.

The first Monday of May was a Bank Holiday, no work for Andrew and the college was closed. It was then things really got serious. And very, very, very interesting. I dressed and was ready for Andrew when he picked me up late morning. It really was quite a warm day for the time of year, nearer summer than spring so I went for a short mini again. I knew Andrew liked my legs. And a low-cut top of course which showed off my tits to best advantage.

He brought a picnic! One of the expensive variety, from a store in Brum, wine and salad and expensive pâté and nice bread and cheese and so on. He drove us out of town to Cannock Chase. OK there were lots of people around but there was lots of room too. It was easy for us to find a secluded spot, to kiss and cuddle, to finish our picnic and our wine, and to fuck solidly for nearly an hour. Which might not have been very exceptional - after all lots of lovers make the most of fine weather and long grass to make love in the open air. Andrew was getting as much out of it as I was, he was on top of me, stroking his long lovely cock deep up and down inside my arse, and had managed to pull my top up and nearly remove my bra so that my bulging boobs were totally exposed in the warm sunshine.

"Had enough darling?" I asked as we lay there with Andrew subsiding after his third orgasm.

Andrew smiled wickedly as he looked down at me. 

"Is that some sort of challenge then, honey. Are you ready for a fourth time?" he asked, raising his bum and gently sliding his cock right up my arse again. 

It slid in so smoothly, its passage eased by the liberal coating of the previous three ejaculations inside me. It really was, I thought, the most exquisite of feelings, a man's solid penis thrusting up deep inside my bum.

I happened to look up. There, looking down at us, was an old man. And a woman. Probably about seventy years old, each of them, dressed - well - like seventy-year-olds - and smiling. I gulped. Andrew noticed something was wrong and, without pausing in his wonderful sliding action, turned to follow my gaze.

"Don't worry, you two, carry on. Don't let us disturb you, we'll just watch. This is really a bit of nostalgia for Peter here and me. This is almost the exact same spot where Peter first fucked me nearly fifty years ago. Do you remember, dear?"

It took Andrew and I both quite a while to recover, we were both trying hard not to giggle but to concentrate on the matter in hand. Or rather the matter 'in arse'. Eventually Andrew got his rhythm back and we both rather enjoyed the novelty of the couple's voyeurism as they watched us screw. Fortunately Andrew was on top of me and they couldn't see the actual action but I'm sure they enjoyed our pleasuring of each other. As we recovered and I tried to work out how to slide Andrew's spent cock out of me without them seeing my own secret, I looked up again. Peter had his hand round his wife's breast and was trying to make some progress himself.

"Hang on dear, wait a while" said the wife. "Come on, let's get home. You can have me there, we're too old for this outdoor stuff". 

And they strolled off hand-in-hand. Peter was still trying to fondle his wife as they walked away. Andrew and I couldn't help it, we both finally succumbed to loud and long-lasting giggles as we tried to sort out our clothing and body parts to a state approaching respectability. Not that I could really look respectable in that plunge top.

Eventually we got back to my flat. Helen and Charlie were both out so we had a quiet restful evening watching TV and having a few drinks. And for the first time we didn't screw when we went to bed, we were both somewhat weary after the effects of the afternoon. However we made up for it in the morning, Andrew was rather surprised to wake and find his now erect penis three-quarters of the way down my throat.

"OK honey, you'll get your drink in a minute - oh shit that is so good, do that again"

So I did, I got the head of his cock jammed in my throat and sucked hard.

"Christ Bethany, you really are the very best cock-sucker ever". 

I wondered at that moment just how many times Andrew had been in that situation and with who. How many men, how many women? But such thoughts ended as I felt Andrew rotate beneath me and his hand begin sliding up my legs.

We spent quite some time investigating each other's bodies. He slowly kissed me all over, lightly biting my body, and eventually finding himself around my crotch. We were both entangled in a 69 position with me on top. My cock was hard and found his mouth straight away. While I was thrusting my hips, he was doing exactly the same. I realised that I'd have to cum soon. I picked up pace and without any warning, released a load straight into his mouth. Andrew kept his motion going while I pumped my load into him.

After a few minutes he was aroused again and, to finish off a splendid day and night - or so I thought - Andrew climbed on top of me and executed the longest and most ardent fuck of our entire relationship, pumping an enormous load of hot sticky cum deep up my arse. I was totally knackered at the end of it and collapsed slightly while he seemed invigorated, getting up straight away and heading for the bathroom. I dashed in as he came out, almost stripping and showering, then making sure my 'tits' were in place and the joins were not visible, at least along the top. Feeling refreshed I wrapped a towel decorously round me to cover myself up, not feeling at all silly about this, and headed back into the bedroom.

Since Andrew was going to have to go to work - I knew that - we were both in a bit of a hurry to get ourselves sorted. I fetched the milk in having decided yet again not to intercept the delivery, Pete really couldn't take my bulging tits in an under-wired bra! I was still only half-dressed and had only just decided which earrings to wear when Andrew came out of the bedroom. He was showered, groomed, ready for work and looking very good indeed. I smiled.

"Ah, the worker. It's a grim life for a man" I joked.

Andrew slid his hands round my waist and hugged me closer to him.

"Oh I don't know, there are a few definite pluses in being a man, you know. Like last night for example. So how many times did we do it then?"

"Do what, Andrew? Oh, have sex you mean, well, six or seven maybe in total, so what's wrong? Not enough for you? Want to fuck me again? Now?"

"Sorry Bethany, I can't, not now. Got to get to work."

We kissed. Not passionately but with affection. As we parted, smiling yet again, Andrew slid his left down away from my arse.

"Streuth Bethany, you really are one hot kisser. I do so love you Bethany."

We kissed briefly once more. But then we both stopped. We looked at each other. Not smiling. We had both realised exactly what Andrew had just said. Suddenly he looked very embarrassed, very hesitant.

"Oh my gosh. What did I say? I mean, I'm not really sure what I mean. Oh dear. I don't mean... "

"Andrew ..."

"No, Bethany. Wait."

Andrew just stood there, suddenly looking serious, thinking about what he was going to say.

"Bethany, I mean – look. I mean, we have a relationship, don't we? What kind I don't really know. I don't know if it's really 'love', but it's something like that in a way I think. But - look. I want you to have this. I was going to give it to you last night but we were both so horny I never got the chance. Please accept it. I don't know what it really means but it sure does mean something."

I looked. He had taken a small box from his jacket pocket and flipped it open with his thumb. I gasped. Really. I just hadn't been expecting - a ring!

I was amazed. I really didn't know what to think. Flattered obviously, what girl wouldn't be? And uncertain. And confused. 

But Andrew took over. He held my left hand gently and slid the ring steadily onto the third finger. I stared down, it looked so good, so right. I reached up behind my lover's head and pulled it towards me, enjoying quite possibly the longest and most passionate kiss we had ever had. I realised at that moment that some new phase in our relationship was about to begin. Dressing and fucking once a month was fun – but not sustainable. 

The kiss was hot and long and steamy and, despite what he had just said about having to rush off to work, Andrew obviously didn't want to hurry it. His hand slid down over my thighs and gripped me hard, moving then up over my stocking tops and towards my panties. My hands were not idle either. One was pulling his head towards me while our tongues danced, the other was grabbing his bum tight. I could feel his cock growing as it pressed against my nylon-covered thigh.

"Yes Andrew, yes!" I whispered as I felt his passion growing. 

Sod it, in no way was I going to let this guy go to work right then. I knew what was coming.

But no. It wasn't. We both heard it. Just a slight noise but I recognised it. The front door had opened behind me. It couldn't be the wind, it was quite still that morning. Was it Pete? Had the milkman come back? I realised maybe I hadn't locked the door properly when I had brought the milk in. That could be so difficult, so embarrassing if it was Pete. I turned to look.

Then I froze. Surprised. And terrified. It wasn't Pete. It wasn't even Charlie or Helen, that would have been substantially less awkward, being caught like that in bra and panties. I'm sure either one of them would have understood. 

I was stood there, caught 'in-flagante-nearly-delicto', wig, bling, make-up, black bra and panties, stockings and high heels – with my boyfriend. Boyfriend? Or ....?

I was aghast, I couldn't think what to say. Then I did say something, the only word appropriate at that moment.

"Mother!"



That Red Dress Started It...!



"Excuse me, er - miss. May I ask, have you any ID with you?"

That was it. I was 'read'.

End of Part 1 ....