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Two Way Stretch Ch. 01

By: BethanyJ



It started out as a chance to make some money, thank you dear Aunt Daphne. It ended up as a whole new lifestyle... 

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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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Chapter 1- The blue and red circle. 

'LUCRATIVE BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY' 

Stupid. I mean, who would advertise any such as 'not lucrative'. However, I read on...... 

'Two Way Stretch - A chance to acquire, in full, this profitable business in the adult entertainment area. Would suit hard-working person or couple with a flair for the unusual. Contact George Williams on...' 

Hard-working? Not too sure about that, sounds too much like hard work. Still I was running out of time, and the phrasing - 'unusual' - intrigued me. The opportunity to investigate such an opportunity - if you see what I mean - came about in a surprising way. A series of coincidences. Well, not really coincidences, in that they were all related. All three. 

Monica first. My 'partner', i.e. girlfriend, for the last four years, we split up. Okay, she ditched me. I still think she was a little unfair. This was about four months ago, one morning she came downstairs with a suitcase, packed. 

"Richard, I'm sorry. It's over, I'm leaving now. I'll arrange to collect my other things later. Bye." 

And that was it. I know she over-reacted - it was such a little thing. We had been together, like I said, for four years. We liked a lot of the same things, we got on well together, the sex was great. Really, it was, we both had fairly big sexual appetites and really did satisfy each other, not every single night but maybe three or four nights a week. And sometimes in the day at weekends. And she liked what I did, she often said so. She didn't mind my very slight kink in bed, that I liked to wear her panties sometimes, I really did find that a turn-on. Specially nylon or silk, I had bought her lots of sexy underwear, all kinds, she had seemed to love it. 

But that one time, when I wore her bra as well. I didn't think it was a big deal. And it did work for me, I had a sensational ejaculation that one time I wore it, I thought she would appreciate my efforts, but no. Off she went. 

Which lead to event number two, two days later, when I was fired. Lost my job. I was working in Monica's father's company, he had despaired I think of her finding a husband at her time of life. Wanted me to be able to keep his daughter well, and I worked hard for him, I really did. But when Monica and I finished, that was it. No more potential son, so out I went. Maybe she told him about the bra, I don't know. 

And then number three, my great-aunt Daphne, my only living relative. She died. Well, she was well over eighty, nearly ninety I think. But died at last and left me money, loads of it, in her will. 

But she knew me better than I had thought. Most of it had strings attached. First she allowed me to pay off the loan on the flat I had bought but with a restriction that I couldn't sell it for five years. And second, that the rest of the inheritance was to be used for business, not pleasure. I had to use it to set myself up, to buy a business, outright. 

But nothing to live on. No actual money to spend. So I had somewhere to live, free. But nothing for the upkeep. For food, clothes, everything else. I had to find a business and make it work, great-aunt Daphne had made sure of that. Her solicitor was in charge of the arrangements, when I met him he was very clear about the conditions. 

"Mr. Wood, you have three months, under the terms of your great-aunt's will. If you have not succeeded by then the money will all go to charity. She was most insistent about that, when I queried the conditions of the trust she said it was to wake you up, to shake you into making more of your life than your father did. So think about that, seriously." 

So for two months I looked in the local paper under the 'Business Opportunities' section, visited several shops, two small pubs, the sort of business I could see myself in. But each and every one had something wrong with it. Too expensive, too much work, really needed a couple to run it, and so on. By the time I visited Mr. Jenkins, the solicitor, now my solicitor, for about the fifth time I was running out of options. I mentioned the advertisement I had seen. 

"Sounds possible, Mr. Wood, I don't know exactly what they do, but I do know my brother has had some dealings with them. I'll make some inquiries, why don't you ring them up?" 

I rang the number and arranged to visit and meet Mr. Williams the next day. The front door of the business took a little finding, it was not too far from the town centre, but tucked away down an alleyway between two other shops. The sign on the door was distinctive, a circle split into two down the middle, one half red, the other blue, with the initials - 'TWS' - in black across the middle. I rang the bell and heard the door lock open. I went in. 

Facing me, across a small reception desk, was a woman maybe ten years older than me, attractive, well made-up, well-dressed or so it seemed to me. She looked down at a small computer screen, pressed a key, looked up and smiled. 

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wood isn't it? My husband will be along in a moment." 

This was obviously Mrs. Williams. I was just about to sit down in the chair she indicated when a tall man, rather portly but very well-dressed too, came through from the door behind her. He indicated I should sit down, as he did so Mrs. Wood herself went out of the same door leaving us alone. 

"Mr. Wood I assume? George Williams, delighted to meet you." 

He offered his hand, we shook and both smiled, I liked him from the first. We chatted about the situation of the business first, me saying that I had passed in the street many times and didn't even realise it was there. 

"No, we don't advertise ourselves, almost all our business is by recommendation." he answered. 

That at least told me something, if clients were willing to pass on their opinions of the business. Over the next ten minutes we continued chatting, about the price mainly, and his reason for selling up. 

"Well Mr. Wood, I've been here ten years now. The business has done well. But my wife is not too well really, I need to capitalise on our success, we plan to move abroad where there is a better climate for her health. And I would welcome that too, somewhere in the Mediterranean we think." 

"But what is it you do here, exactly, do I get a look round?" 

"Mr. Wood, I do have to admit I have a problem there. We run a very special service. I am reluctant to let anyone else into our secrets without some commitment. Our service could be copied elsewhere, that would reduce the value of this business." 

"But you must see my point, Mr. Williams. The price seems fair at first glance but it is still a lot of money. I must have more details." 

He thought for a moment, then went over to the reception desk and tapped something into the keyboard. After looking at the screen, he picked a sheet of paper from a small rack by the computer and came back. 

"Mr. Wood, I do see your point exactly. How about this? I can fit you appointments in tomorrow afternoon and on Thursday, both at 3 o'clock, you can go through our service as a client. Our usual fee for the double programme is £400. I will waive that, then you can see what we do." 

"Surely I could just do it once?" 

"Believe me, Mr. Wood, that would not work. You need to do both sessions. Trust me, you will have a memorable time. But please, so we can cater to your every need, please fill in this proforma and leave it with my wife. Okay?" 

"Very well, 3 o'clock tomorrow it is." 

We shook again and he left, saying he was due to help with a client in a few minutes. I looked down at the form, and recognised the format. Fifty agree / disagree questions arranged almost at random, I knew then some were 'blind', totally irrelevant, put there to make you think about what you were doing but arranged so you couldn't easily see why. I took my pen and filled in the sheet, some of the questions I did need to think a little about. And some were rather personal. 

'I prefer blondes to brunettes.' 

'I prefer strawberries to raspberries.' 

'I always take sugar in my coffee.' 

'I would never cheat on my partner.' 

'I like having sex out of doors.' 

Some were very personal indeed. But I completed the form as Mrs. Williams returned and offered it to her. She smiled as she took it, then looked at the computer screen again. I realised there had been no space to write my own name. 

"No, that's deliberate Mr. Wood. Some of our clients prefer to remain anonymous. You are client no. 1147. All our documentation will refer to your number, we don't really need your name. 3 o'clock tomorrow, then?" 

I smiled a goodbye and left. And just as I did so, a rather short man in a grey suit came out of another door beside me, a red door, and smiled at Mrs. Williams. 

"Thank you, goodbye, I'll be back" he called to her. 

She operated the door lock to let us both out. And the look on his face, he was smiling, very widely indeed. When he saw me leave with him he looked rather nervous, perhaps embarrassed to have been seen in there. He strode quickly up the alley to the little car park there, he really was bouncing, didn't look at me again and drove off. I looked in that car park - one Lotus, two BMWs. Staff cars? They must be doing well. 

2 - The blue door 

The next morning I visited my solicitor. He was happy that I had found a possibility, I think he wanted to get me out of his hair. He had inspected the financial statements from TWS and seemed delighted with them. He had also mentioned the possible purchase to his brother who had again spoken highly of the firm. 

"I've let your bank manager see the accounts, he seems delighted with them, in fact he wonders exactly where the profit comes from. But it is definitely there. I did have a thought that something 'immoral' or illegal might be involved - 'adult leisure' and so on, but my brother is a police sergeant, if he uses them they must be okay." 

At 3 o'clock I pressed the doorbell again and was invited in. Mrs. Williams smiled and called out behind her, "Sarah!'"

A young woman, about 28 maybe, emerged from the blue door in front of me. Mrs. Williams introduced me, told Sarah who I was and that I was investigating the company, and showed us through the blue door into a small sitting room. Sarah invited me to sit, said there had been a slight delay but she would be ready in five minutes and would I like to read a magazine. I did, she actually came back rather more quickly than that and led me through into another room, which was dominated by a small bar along one wall. She moved behind the counter and pored me a whisky-and-soda, then reached down. 

Sarah handed me a glossy sheet showing four photographs, and the message 'Michelle is willing - and able!' then turned and left. 

I looked at the photos. They were really soft-porn photos but it was the girl herself who caught my attention. She was blonde, very, big hair etc. And big elsewhere too, the four pictures showed her in various states of undress, one of her nearly naked showed off her gorgeous large breasts, a treat. I felt a stirring between my legs. It was after all several months since Monica had left me, and I had been too busy to be other than celibate in that time. Needless to say the pictures excited me. 

Which was nothing compared to my reaction a few seconds later, when a door beside the bar opened, and Michelle herself entered! 

Wow! She looked sensational. And this girl surely knew how to present herself! They were all there, the high-heeled stilettos, fishnet tights, tight short skirt, tight top, low cut to show massive heaving breasts, the 'big hair, blonde, gorgeous make-up and jewellery flashing. I gasped. Suddenly it was obvious to me, what the company had pulled out of the questionnaire was 'my ideal woman'. After which they had gone through their files and found a big-breasted blonde and set her up for me! 

Michelle sat on the other stool in the bar and crossed her legs, revealing long, long thighs. She sipped the drink Sarah had given her and looked at me through those long dark lashes. 

"Hi Richard." 

From which point everything moved smoothly. Sarah left us alone, Michelle started to come on to me, we ended up in the little bedroom which led off from the bar, we got to necking and fondling and I got my cock up her gorgeous waiting pussy. I climaxed very quickly indeed, it had been quite some time since Monica. And she was so sexy, I did it again. And then I did it AGAIN. All within half an hour, I was exhausted but very, very satisfied. Indeed, I must have dropped off for ten minutes or so; I was so knackered by the experience. I dressed and wandered slowly back to the reception area. Mrs. Williams was there, she looked up and smiled, I felt rather embarrassed. I had never before actually paid for sex. Then I remembered this was a 'freebie' and felt better. 

As I left after confirming my second visit two days later Sarah was just showing another 'client' into the waiting room. She smiled too. 

"Okay?" she asked. 

"Too right!" I said. "But I don't know if I need to come back, I mean the whole point was to find out about the business and I have done that." 

"No, you must. Really Mr. Wood. The second session will be - even better." 

I must admit at that moment I found that difficult to believe. 

3 - The red door 

And so it was that, forty-eight hours later, I entered TWS again. Sarah was on the reception this time and really did seem pleased to see me. She ushered me through, insisting that this was going to be even better, guiding me in through the red door this time. The waiting room in there was different, two chairs and a whole wall of cupboards, and a shower in the corner. 

As she was unlocking the cupboards another 'assistant' came in and was introduced as Michael. We shook hands; I asked him what his role was in the operation. 

"I'll be helping you a little later, after Sarah has started the preparation. See you later." and he was off out again. 

Sarah, meanwhile, had done some adjusting to the shower. She turned. "Now, Mr. Wood. Strip!" 

I stood there puzzled. Being unsure and polite I murmured, 'Pardon?' 

"You heard me, strip!" she said. 

Actually 'ordered' would have been a better word, she almost shouted it. In two very practiced moves Sarah slid down and stepped out of her slacks and pulled her top over her head. She stood there, legs apart, dressed in black PVC thigh-boots, matching shorts and a PVC bra, which just about held her ample bosoms in. 

"STRIP!!" 

I did what I was told. Sarah had made it obvious she meant business. Okay, this was going to be some sort of S&M trick, I wasn't sure, never been really into that but I really wanted to see where this was going. I undid my shirt, took off my own trousers and shoes etc, then stood waiting. 

"And the shorts." 

Again it was not a request. I stood there waiting again, not at all surprised that my cock was rapidly swelling and standing out. The sight of Sarah the dominatrix was very erotic. I wondered if I was going to get to screw her? 

But no, certainly not to begin with. She slipped a blindfold over my eyes and led me somewhere across the room. Before I knew what was happening my hands were lifted and clamped over my head, I felt straps over my ankles too, and some sort of clamp was fitted at the sides of my head so I couldn't move. 

"I know you're only here to see what the business is about, Mr. Wood, but George thinks you should go through the whole operation. I do apologise for this, sometimes I get into some major bondage with clients but he said I should be gentle with you." 

She removed my blindfold. I could see her straight ahead but couldn't turn my head. She had a hose in front of her, attached in some way to the shower fitment. I started worrying instantly what she was going to do, indeed where that nozzle was going to go! I could see her switch it on, then start moving it over me, and just about see a white foam settle over me - all over. She finished, over my whole body I now realise, then left me for a short while. When she returned she went at the nozzle again and flooded me with warm water. 

"That should do, my darling, now to see to that." 

I didn't know what she meant but I soon found out. She moved up close to my face and smiled, I could see her undo her bra top and her breasts fall out. And I knew what was happening down below. She sunk from my view, and I could feel her mouth envelop my erection - she was sucking me off. I climaxed rapidly and forcefully. Whatever was going on I was obviously loving it. I saw Sarah leave the room and Michael come in, and was acutely embarrassed to be found, by a strange man, it that situation. However he seemed to regard it as part of his job to put me at my ease, which of course it was. 

"Don't worry Mr. Wood, I've seen guys in much worse situations than you at the moment believe me. Sarah is good at her job, isn't she? You are fully deflated, let me tell you. Right now you have to trust me." 

I could see him moving about at the edge of my field of view. He moved right in front of me. I could see he had a bowl of something in front of me, and a very large cutthroat razor. I gulped. 

"Keep still Mr. Wood. Totally still. Trust me, you really have to, I am good at this. All the modern technology, the old ways are sometimes still the best." 

And he proceeded to shave my face, I felt the warm lather being spread into place and the blade sliding across my skin as he did indeed shave me. After he'd finished he lathered me again and repeated the process, then rinsed my face and stroked it. 

"Smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. Now we begin to get serious." 

I really didn't know what he was talking about, and didn't calm down one bit when he put the blindfold back over my eyes. I could feel his hands touching my body, smearing something over my chest and then pushing. Something did not feel right. And then! He started pulling at my cock, I felt more smearing going on, more pushing down there, he wasn't talking now, just whistling as if all this was routine to him by now. 

I heard the door open and close again, then more touching and smearing over my chest. Then the blindfold was removed, it was Sarah, she had come back. She smiled at me. 

"Nearly done now, Mr. Wood. Now, stay very still again." 

And this time I could see what she was doing, she was making up my face. I felt the smooth cream being spread all over, then watched in awe as she used eye make-up, eye-shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blusher, eyebrow pencil, she was obviously making me up. I realised what was happening. After which she released the clamps, which had been holding my body in that position. I stumbled a little and fell forward a little, then moved my limbs to get the circulation going again. And then realised... 

What Michael had done was to give me boobs. He had stuck onto my chest two imitation breast-forms. Imitation, they really did look real, I realised he had 'made-up' the edges where they met my own skin, the effect was really impressive, I couldn't see the merger between the two. 

And a cunt! I had a cunt! Another latex falsie had been stuck in place down there. Sarah looked at me. 

"Surprising, isn't it. It looks really good, a false vagina. Don't worry, we have the solvent to get it off. Later. But first we have to finish your makeup." 

"Sarah, I've only just realised what is going on. You are making me up, aren't you? Turning we into a woman like my fantasy image, that's what the questionnaire was about, that's what part two of this treatment is. Am I right?" 


Two Way Stretch Ch. 01



Sarah looked me over again and smiled. 

"Sort of, Mr. Wood. But first we have to finish getting you ready. You must be cold by now, let's get some clothes on you." 

With which she opened the door to one of the long cupboards, which stretched all the way down the wall. 

"Okay, this is your size, now, where's Michael? I'll need him for the checklist in a minute." 

Checklist? What checklist? Anyway Michael didn't appear at that moment, Sarah proceeded with my makeup, varnishing my toenails a deep red, then sticking very long false nails onto my fingers and doing them in the same colour. Wow, I had though wearing Monica's bra and panties was kinky, this was way beyond that. Finally, as I stood naked in the middle of the room, Michael entered with a clipboard - and a wig, a red one, which surprised me. 

"Okay, lets sort this, the outfit is on the right there, Sarah. This is the wig." 

Sarah took it while Michael went out again, I rarely seemed to see them both at once. However Sarah had me sit down, still naked and by now getting a little cold, and fitted it from behind, then went at it with a brush to swirl the long hair across my forehead. Hardly stopping --she seemed in a hurry - she clipped a large pair of thick gold earrings to my ears, added a wide gold-link choker round my neck and a matching gold bracelet. The she stopped and looked. 

"Well Mr. Wood, I think you look sensational." 

I looked down, I couldn't really see myself but Sarah walked over to one of the walls of the dressing room and pulled up a blind to reveal a very large mirror. 

I looked. I gasped. I could see a woman. Naked. Me! 

From my varnished toes, up my smooth legs, past my very convincing 'pussy', my big bouncing boobs, the makeup, the jewellery, the hair. Well! I thought I looked great, really gorgeous, but then I would, wouldn't I? 

"Now, one more thing. Your waist isn't quite as slim as it should be so - pose for me please, sit on the rug - there, that's it. Now twist so I am looking down at you. Ready for the picture." 

She had a camera at the ready, then I thought - again - I had realised what was going on. 

"You are going to do a photo-shoot, dress me up, like those pictures of Michelle I saw, with me as a woman. Wow, that's such a great idea." 

"Er - yes we are. Now Mr. Wood, look up at me, that's right, now, a really sexy look, pretend you are Michelle, how did she look? Get some lust into those eyes, again, again." 

She took about six photos, I realised it was a digital camera, attached to the computer on the table there. She went over to the screen, I wanted to see but she waved me away, stood in front so I couldn't see. 

"Okay, I've picked the one, we want to do four altogether. With you in various states of undress, or rather as you dress. Michael will finish things off, I have to go now." 

And they did their swap-over again, as Sarah left he came in and looked at the photo left on screen. 

"Perfect." 

I interrupted him. "But Michael, my own fantasy woman is a blonde, why don't I wear a blonde wig?" 

I reached up to try to take the red wig off. 

"No. Wait. You have to keep that on. You'll see why later. Come on, we are getting late, I have to get you dressed." 

I didn't see any need for hurry but Michael obviously did. He threw a black silky bra and a pair of panties over towards me. 

"Could you put those on?"

Could I? 

The bra was gorgeous, an under-wired half-cup model, which did give my false boobs tremendous uplift and showed a lot of very deep cleavage. It came to just above the tops of my 'nipples' - a balcony bra, I recognised it then, I had bought Monica one once but she had rarely deigned to wear it for me. Then he came towards me carrying what I thought at first was some sort of corset. Well it was, but really it was a waist 'cincher', designed to get my middle as thin as possible and give me something like the classic 'hourglass' figure. It did! He pulled it so tight I could hardly breathe. I was just beginning to get used to it when he delved in the tall cupboard again and emerged with a pair of stockings, sheer and black, With these on, I was really getting into this now, we had another photo-call, me stretching my long nylon-clad legs as I sat on the small rug again. 

"Okay now, let's really get into this. I want a really sexy pose, come on, those are gorgeous tits, honey, bend over, let the camera really see them!" 

And finally my dress. Exactly the sort of dress any guy would like his girlfriend to wear for him, if he felt inclined to show her off down the pub, and if he didn't mind the bitchy things any potential or ex-girlfriend might say. Not exactly the standard 'LBD', even better. Little, certainly, it came down to about 4" below my stocking tops, and plunged at the front deep down between my jutting tits. Black certainly, but a smooth and shiny, very sensual black material. And a dress, yes, that was marginally a better way to describe it than 'wide belt'. 

"Wow, Michael, I wish I could have got my Monica to wear something like this." 

He grinned. He threw a clutch bag in my direction - he kept on looking at the clock, and then came at me carrying the highest pair of black high-heeled stilettos I had ever seen. 

"Okay Mr. Wood, slip these on and practice walking round a bit. I need to check on another client." 

And he left, very rapidly, I heard voices, Michael and Sarah and someone else outside. 

"Ready?" he asked, dashing back in. "I think your real surprise is about to start. But first lets got the last two pictures done." 

I posed trying to look sexy, it was difficult not to in that outfit. My make-up had been gorgeously dome and the various prostheses left little to the imagination and were extremely convincing. Finally, as I continued posing and thinking how good I looked, Michael finished dealing with the last photo on the screen, 

"Now - I need a name for you. I am sorry Mr. Wood, what is your real first name? Hang on, I've got it here -- Richard - right, so we could do with an 'R' name really. Not Rachel, or Racquel, we've already got those. How about 'Raelene'?" 

"Sounds like a Western country singer" I muttered. "I like it."

"Right then, Raelene it is." 

He typed a little more onto the keyboard, then I saw his right index finger hit ENTER and he turned towards me. Almost at once a sheet started to roll out of the printer beside him. Michael picked it up and held it towards me. 

"So this is my souvenir of the visit. Cripes, do I look sensational or what?" 

I beamed at Michael. 'Raelene - raunchy and raring to go' was the caption, above four very erotic pictures of a gorgeous redhead - me. Michael smiled again but - this time - some sort of knowing smile. There was something else going on. Maybe it was the total sensual excitement of what had been going on, I don't know. But that afternoon I must have been abnormally slow, thick even. I really should have got it by then, but I hadn't. 

Michael took me by the hand, in a rather boy-friend-like manner - I wondered at the time what his demeanour meant. But I was mistaken. It was not that. He led me out of the dressing room into a small corridor and along, through another door. 

"We never show clients this. The control room. Since you are here for a look-round as well, you need to see how everything fits together." 

George Williams was there, sat in front of a small console and a keyboard. On the right I could see through the glass panel into the dressing room. I was looking through the mirror, it was two-way, he had seen all my stripping, shaving, dressing, the photos being done. All of it from there. He stood up as we entered. 

"Raelene, you look gorgeous, you really do. But I need to go now, Michael, can you take over here. Elaine is not feeling too good today, I want to see she is okay." 

He left us alone in there. Michael just stood as I looked round, then he reached over past me and slid up a wide blind, just like the one in the dressing room next door. I looked past him through the large mirror he revealed - and into the bar. The very same bar where I had my first encounter with the gorgeous Michelle. We were looking through the other mirror, the one behind the bar in the room next door. Sarah was just entering the bar, with a man who was obviously another client. She led him by the hand and invited him to sit at the bar. 

After a couple of minutes chitchat, during which she got them both a drink, she moved behind the bar and reached down. I recognised the scenario as she handed over a laminated sheet. I imagined the set of pictures on it, rather like those I had seen of Michelle and now of Raelene. Sarah was standing in the way, I couldn't see it but I did see his reaction. He was happy, very much so, I recognised the delight, the anticipation, I had 'been there'. 

Michael tapped me on the shoulder. "Ready for this?" 

Then Sarah moved and I saw. I read it upside down. 

'Raelene - raunchy and raring to go'. 

And then it hit me. The bombshell. Or rather the first of a series of bombshells, which I should really have seen coming much earlier. 

Maybe it was my own excitement, the whole sexual tone of that day and two days earlier, they had confused me. I looked towards Michael. He was studying my face carefully, looking for my reaction. I spoke, hesitatingly, for the moment not sure of what my reaction should be. 

"That picture sheet - it's me! That means, he's going to... with me. Streuth, what a turn-on!" 

Michael began to move, I noticed him press a small button on a 'control box' next to the PC. Through the mirror I glimpsed a little green LED flash on. An indication that systems were go, everything was ready. That I was ready. But was I? I was still gob-smacked, still reeling with the thought that... 

"Okay Raelene, it's up to you now." 

I looked at Michael. Hesitant, obviously. He looked back, stared me straight in the eyes. 

"Richard. You are going to do this, I know it." 

HE knew it? What about me, it was me who was going to have to go through there, have myself lusted over by that guy, and then - well - really do the job. I looked at Michael yet again. 

"Okay. Now listen to me. I'll tell you what is going to happen Mr. Wood. You are going through there in a moment, and you will go through with this, and that guy will have a sensational time screwing the gorgeous redhead he's just seen in the picture. And you, Raelene, will have a sensational time too. And after that you will buy the company. I know it. Because you're a natural, you have a sensational appetite for sex. You'll be in dream-world running this operation. After all, you did fuck Michelle three times didn't you?" 

Well, yes I did. That experience had been wonderful. And now, dressed like this. I looked through the mirror again, Sarah was still chatting to the client. 

Hang on. WAIT. If he was going to screw a guy dressed as a woman, then when I was with Michelle, what did that mean? Surely not... 

Michael spoke up again. 

"Yes, that's right, you've been here before, on the other side of the fence. If Michelle could get away with this then I am damn sure Raelene can. So go and get fucked." 

He moved to open the door. That second bombshell hadn't been enough, the third hit me... 

"Michelle. MICHELLE!" 

"Yes, you're right. Just sometimes I have to fill in, that day we got a phone call to cancel from your intended date, Edgar. Pity, 'Elaine' is a truly remarkable blonde. So I had to do it at short notice. And like I said, you were terrific, just on occasion a client manages to cum twice but three times, wow! I've never known it before myself. And that third climax when you shot that load up me, it was something else, like I said you are a natural. Come on now, your first taste of the 'other side' is waiting." 

I knew then, or at least I thought I did, that I was definitely going to go ahead with this. The chance was just too good to turn down. I looked at my 'lover-to-be'. Then I froze. 

"Hell, I know him!" 

"Shit!" said Michael, suddenly looking very concerned indeed. "Does that mean I'm going to have to do it again? Not twice in a week, I've only had to four times in all the years I've been here. How well do you know him?" 

"Not very well I have to admit, we've only met once, about two weeks ago, briefly." 

Michael looked just a little relieved, maybe he was going to be spared being screwed again. He took my hand and led me back into the dressing room, turning to face the large mirror, holding my hand. 

"Is he going to recognise 'Richard' in you, Raelene? Is he? Be honest." 

I looked at my reflection. Big hair, boobs, the tight skirt, the legs, the heels, the provocative make-up. No way. There was absolutely no chance he would recognise me. 

"Okay Michael, I'm on." I said, heading back into the control room. 

Michael passed me and opened the other door at the end, I went through. To face one final door, labelled 'Bar'. I paused for a moment, taking stock, steadying myself. It was going to happen, a tryst, a sexual coupling, a fuck. Me and him, John Walters. My bank manager! 

4 - The bar. 

I gingerly opened the door. I saw Sarah first. She looked in my direction and smiled. Then I saw him. My bank manager, for goodness sake. And me looking absolutely nothing like I had when I had last seen him, in his office, me trying to let me have some cash 'on account' while I carried on hunting for a suitable business to buy into. And him saying 'no'. Well, he was not going to say 'no' to me this time, of that I was totally certain. 

Sarah came towards me and took my hand. 

"Raelene, darling, do come in. There's someone here I want you to meet. Raelene, this is Richard." 

Like hell it was, this was no Richard, what was he playing at? 'I'm Richard,' I thought. Then I realised. Of course, he was the bank manager, respected member of the community. Here he was visiting a company offering 'adult leisure services'. Of course he wasn't going to give his own name. Come to that, I wasn't exactly Raelene. 

Hang on, I thought. From now I AM Raelene, he must not have any opportunity of finding me out. Think how 'Michelle' had done it, obviously Michael was experienced. But, to carry this off, I had to BE Raelene, BE a voluptuous redhead, BE raunchy and raring to go. And somehow, from that very thought, came the way forward. I smiled and walked forward. 

In a quiet and husky and, I hope, sexy voice I spoke. 

"Richard, darling, I am SO pleased to see you. Please, sit down." 

He did, moving back onto the bar stool, and I remembered exactly how, about three years ago, Monica had teased me, lifting herself up onto a very similar stool while wearing a very short skirt. I could do that. I slowly pushed my bum up and onto the stool, turned to face 'Richard', and crossed my legs. The feeling of one thigh sliding over the other was extremely sensual and, I could tell from his eyes, Richard thought it looked good too. I was delighted - he was lusting after me! 

Next to me, Sarah placed a drink by my elbow. 

"Okay, Raelene, I'll leave you two alone" she whispered, and she was gone. 

I looked across at Richard and smiled. He was still looking at my long legs, feasting his eyes on my well-turned ankles and my high-heel stilettos. I had always thought they did wonders for a woman's legs. Now I knew, they certainly worked for me. 

"Richard, would you like to tell me about yourself, or would you prefer to keep it secret?" 

"Gee, really, I'd prefer..." 

He dried up. 

Understandable really. I looked carefully at his face, he was getting worried. I was suddenly afraid, he could just get up and run, I didn't want that to happen. I took a sip of my drink, then reached across and gently laid my hand on his. 

"Tell me Richard, do you like women?" 

What a question! 

"Er -yes, of course" 

"And me, do you like me?" 

"Definitely, you are gorgeous, you are..." 

I picked up his hand. 

"You seem rather nervous to me, Richard, let me try to put you at your ease. Here, hold my hand, let me stroke it for you. Do you like my legs, Richard? Some people might say I shouldn't wear such a short skirt. But I think I've got nice legs, d you think I have, Richard?" 

"Er - I think your legs are wonderful." he said, still rather nervously. 

I knew damn well I wasn't calming him down, not one jot. I was forcing him to look at my legs, my seamed black stockings, my thighs. Before he could answer I asked him again. 

"Richard, would you like to touch my legs?" 

He gulped, again, not surprisingly. 

"Would you?" 

"Oh, yes, certainly." 

I took his hand and placed it on my thigh, well above the knee. 

"Now Richard, don't be nervous, this is all very natural, a man and a woman together, enjoying each other's company. I am enjoying myself. Would you like to do something for me?" 

He just couldn't say no, if I had asked him to strip and run down the high street, at that moment he might well have done it. 

"Richard, my darling, would you like to slide your hand up my leg, under my skirt? Could you do that for me, please?" 

He did just that, again hesitatingly. 

"Oh Richard, that is so good for me, thank you. You are so kind." 

I was milking it a little, okay a lot. I closed my eyes, tried to imagine I really was a woman, enjoying the attentions of a man. 

Richard was getting excited too. But I was desperate for appreciation. I reached down and edged up my skirt a little. I realised I was going to have to 'work' a little more quickly. 

"Slide your hand up a little higher, Richard, here, let me help you." 

I took his hand in mine, noticing how feminine my own hand looked next to his, the fingers seemed slimmer, my long nails glistening in the reflected light. 

"Oooooh Richard, that is nice," I purred as his hand moved over my stocking top and across my bare thigh. "Can you feel my panties with your finger? Do they feel good my darling?" 

"Oh -- yes..." came a somewhat strangled reply.

I looked across towards him, our eyes met, I decided I was definitely going to have to speed up. I could feel his fingers shaking as they stroked back and forth across my thigh, he was breathing heavily by now. 

" May I kiss you, Richard?" I cooed. 

I didn't wait for a reply, I leaned across and gently and ever-so-provocatively slid my deep red lips across his, noticing as I did so that the movement would reveal to him a close-up view down my amply-displayed deep cleavage. He was definitely sweating now, I could smell his ardour growing, and I have to admit I was getting really turned on too. I kissed him again, a little harder and for a little longer this time, allowing my mouth to open slightly, and letting my tongue linger and tease his lips. 

"Richard. Shall we go into..." 

5 - The bedroom 

That was it. Committed. I was going to have sex with him, with John, aka Richard, with my bank manager. Real honest woman-to-man fucking! 

I stood up and took his hand. 

"Would you like another drink first, darling? Shall I get them? Another scotch, and I'll get myself one too. Why don't you go ahead, my love? I'll bring our drinks through." 

He got up quickly, I think to get away from me for a while, to try to take stock of his own situation. I could tell by his movements, he just couldn't pull out at that stage, he had to go ahead. I smiled internally, this was fun, this was really something, he really would do almost anything for me. I filled two fresh glasses from the optics behind the bar, then strode purposefully, bum wiggling, boobs bouncing, down the short corridor and into the bedroom. Richard was sitting on the bed, I handed his drink to him. He took it and downed it in one. I did the same, I was simultaneously confident in my own power over him, but nervous as to how I was going to manage the practicalities of my seduction. 




Two Way Stretch Ch. 01



I sat on the bed next to him. Our thighs were adjacent, I slid my hand up his leg and could feel the swelling of his cock inside there. I kissed him again, lingering even longer this time, teasing his tongue with mine. Then I sat back a little and turned away from him. 

"Richard, would you unzip me, please?" 

I felt his hand hesitatingly move down as he did just that. I stood up to face him and slid the dress from my arms, allowing it to fall to the floor and stepping out from it. 

"Now, darling, stand up, let me undress you." 

It didn't take us long, I really did have some difficulty unfastening buttons with those long nails but very soon indeed Richard was standing before me wearing only his shorts. I really couldn't wait, I pulled them down and looked at, for the very first time, another man's erect penis. 'Richard' wasn't a big man. Okay he is tall but not enormously well built, a bit skinny really. I shouldn't have been surprised, hell, I really had very little to compare it with but his cock seemed to me to be about the right size, like him it wasn't very wide but it was long. 

I lowered my mouth to the tip and teased it gently with my lips. There was just a smear of creamy fluid oozing out, I kissed it again, and then I took it right in my mouth. Richard groaned softly, and I sucked harder, taking time to stroke the head occasionally, then before returning to sliding the shaft deeper and deeper inside my mouth. His breathing got heavier, and then his whole body tensed. 

"Oh my God!" he called out loudly. 

His cock erupted inside my mouth, far more hot creamy liquid shooting into my mouth than I had imagined would be produced. I almost choked at first, then I swallowed and swallowed, loving the feel of the sticky cum sliding down my throat. He was writhing and bucking as he climaxed, he was obviously having a wonderful time, and so was I. Michael had been right! Being a woman -- like this --was exciting. It was fun!

But I knew there was more to come, I didn't want to stop there, I could feel my own cock straining inside my 'pussy' and hoped it was strong enough to hold me in. I moved up to look at Richard, smiling, satisfied, and kissed him again. 

"Now for the main feature" I said, reaching my hand down and beginning to tease his balls with my nails. 

I slid my nylon-covered thigh up and down his bare leg a few times, his cock reacted! He was very soon erect again, I could tell he was not at all sure about this, about 'performing' again so soon after cumming. 

"Don't worry, my darling, it'll be all right, remember, I am here to give you pleasure, that's my job. Is that good for you, are you getting horny again? Richard, would you like to fondle my tits? I'd like that, and I'd really love you to fuck me." 

I looked across. I had been in control. He was as my beck and call. Or at least he had been up to that moment. But something changed, something clicked inside him. He was the man, he was supposed to be the forceful one, I saw him change in front of my eyes. He raised himself up on his left arm and leaned over me, it was him taking the initiative this time. 

Our lips touched, he backed off just a little and then he came to me, we touched lips again, his slightly parted lips pushed and he kissed me passionately and slid his hand over my bra top. His lips were soft and moist and warm, I wanted him to keep on kissing me. My lips opened, his tongue entered my mouth, I had the impression he wasn't used to French kissing but he learned quickly. Very quickly indeed. My arms reached around his neck and I caressed his shoulders. He pulled me tighter and our kiss became even more arduous as I submitted to his caress 

As he moved on top of me I could feel his cock between us, I felt it grow once more as we embraced. I lay on my back, boobs jutting upwards, and lifted my legs into the air. Again I stroked my nylons along his body, this seemed to arouse him even more. I could feel his cock 'in place', our positions seemed to be just right, I was desperate not to give the game away in any way. I relaxed, he began to enter me very slowly, the angle of my false 'cunt' seemed to be very convincing. I remembered my own efforts with Michelle - I had absolutely no idea, it still seemed difficult to believe I had fucked Michael - three times! 

I felt Richard's cock-head penetrate - that did cause me some discomfort, indeed some pain as he stretched me but there was more feeling inside my arse than I thought. I could feel the thickness of his cock inside me, it had definitely grown since I had last seen it! Then he wriggled - and slid deeper. THAT bit was heaven. He thrust in and out slowly for about two minutes, I could feel the excitement building in my 'cunt'. He gently and very slowly continued to slide in and out, the discomfort eased, it was a strange feeling but very comfortable, it all seemed just so natural. He just continued sliding in and out for several minutes as we kissed, he was cooing sweet nothings in my ear all the time. 

"Ooh yes, Richard, honey!" I muttered as he continued. 

And then he sped up in his thrusting, he was obviously building up to a climax. As he came I pushed my pelvis up and arched my back and groaned, I couldn't help it, and he slid just a little further in and touched something deep inside me, I bucked again and a massive cataclysmic shiver went through my entire body. I could feel his hot sperm gushing up inside me as he reached his orgasm. He was again calling out - and I was too, it was a mind-blowing experience, my very first as a woman and one I shall never forget. Having for several years done bits of the 'dressing-up thing' with Caroline and then with Monica, it was at that moment I became a real honest-to-goodness practicing bisexual. 

After which, not surprisingly, we both collapsed. He slid out of me and lay there, beside me, my first male lover, breathing heavily but with an expression of pure delight on his face. I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips, smiling. 

"Richard, my darling, that was so good, really it was. You are a fantastic lover with a beautiful cock, I do so hope you will want to be with me again." 

Whether I meant it or not at the time I don't know, but in a business sense it seemed the right thing to say. However it may have been a wasted advertisement, his eyes were already closed. 

I slid out of the bed and pulled my panties up, then grabbed the long thin black negligee which was hanging beside the door and crept out and back into the bar. Without asking or seeking any other help I dashed behind the bar and got myself another drink, and again downed it in one. I sat there on the bar stool, satisfied. Sarah crept in and looked towards me. 

"Well Raelene?" 

There were a dozen questions in the way she said those two words but I think she could tell the answers to most of them by my expression, and by the only two words I used to reply.

"Fucking fantastic!"

6 - The purchase 

Michael was right. After that experience, and another look through the accounts the next day with my solicitor I was convinced. Working there would be a dream, and financially I reckoned it could be a little gold-mine. I spent the next week going in and out, watching the team in action, looking and learning, and discussing with Sarah, the senior assistant, salaries and staffing and so on. I saw several clients in action including one pair of regulars. They didn't just 'dress' for their roles, they went all the way with costumes and make-up. It was rather strange watching Superman pick up Lois Lane in the bar and head for the bedroom. When I saw the guy in the red room earlier I would never have imagined he could look so good. Sarah did most of that changeover, she produced a great Lois Lane. 

On the Friday afternoon all had been sorted, I was there finally to do the last bit of signing. Mr. Williams had all the stuff ready and at about 2 o'clock I became the proud owner of 'Two-way stretch'. Michael set off into town to drop the papers in at the bank and George stayed around to sort out his own papers during the afternoon. I settled in the control room to see what was going on. Then Elaine dashed in. 

"I'm sorry, I've just had a call from no. 933. He has to go abroad on business unexpectedly, he's very sorry but he can't make it." 

"Shit!" said Sarah when she heard, looking down at the booking sheet. "Okay, it's no good. Michael will have to do it. It's the busty blonde again, for Farmer John." 

George explained that Farmer John wasn't really a farmer, well, maybe he was but he just looked like one. He was a regular, but one of the guys who came in every month or so to screw a blonde TV, the 'girl' of his dreams. And there was no shortage of transvestites willing to volunteer to book into the red room and do the job for him. But one had cancelled. 

"But he'll have to wait, Michael isn't back yet." 

"Sorry," butted in George "But I said he could go straight home, I thought you said we were going to do 933 on our own, Sarah. Now we haven't a 'woman' here at all for Farmer John." 

Sarah looked at me. "Unless..." 

I looked at her. Me? Well, why on earth not? I had enjoyed my previous incarnation as Raelene, could I do it again? Of course I could. My face must have given my enthusiasm away. 

"I've checked Farmer John's record sheet, it does actually specify blonde or redhead, so you can do the whole Raelene act again. Okay? We won't have to redo the photo-sheet, that will save a little time but we had better get on. Mr. Wood - can you go into the red room and strip off? I can do this in about twenty minutes. Okay?" 

It took nearer twenty-five but - though I say it myself - I made an even foxier 'Raelene' this time than I had before. Actually it was more down to Sarah then to me, she worked quickly but efficiently - the falsies above and below, the tight undies, red this time, the white 'body' top revealing my more-than-ample boobs, the tight scarlet leather micro-skirt, the fishnets and scarlet stilettos. And the make-up, more extreme this time, deep dark eyes and bright red kissable lips. I felt great, and again it must have showed. 

I teetered into the control room to have a look just as 'Farmer John' was arriving. I almost backed out at that moment. I could see why he had been given that nickname. He was huge! About 6' 4" maybe, and big, very big, very well built and ruddy in complexion. Whatever his job actually was it was something outdoors, he was a very healthy specimen of manhood. I looked apprehensively at Sarah - could I cope? 

"Don't worry, Raelene, he'll love you. I've made sure of that." 

I bet she had. I saw Mr. Williams going into the bar with 'John' and showing him my photo-sheet. And I saw the look on his face. I really was still not sure I could live up to his expectations. However, in for a penny... I walked into the bar. 

"Hi there, glad to see you. Gin and tonic, please, barman." 

He was a regular customer, obviously, this 'John', within a minute he was sat on a stool right next to mine, his hand on my knee beginning to work its way up under my tiny skirt. I knew I had to slow him down just a little. I reached up behind his head and pulled him down towards me, kissing him hard, trying to begin to get into enjoying the moment. He kissed me back - hard - now I really was enjoying myself, this was really something. And then he picked me up! 

With one hand round my back under my shoulders, the other behind my knees, he carried me through into the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and before I could make any comment his shirt and pants were off. I gasped - his cock was erect already, and it was big, much bigger than any I had seen in my own limited experience. 

"Wow, my darling, that looks good. Can I have a taste?" 

And this time before he could surprise me I was leaning over him on the bed, opened my lips round it, and slid my mouth down onto that enormous cock. Seriously, it wouldn't fit, I reckon I got just over half of it in before it jammed into the back of my throat. Anyway I resisted, gave him a bit of a suck but I wanted to get on with it. I moved off him, lay back and opened my legs. 

In all my experience since then I have never had such a cock shoved up me, never felt so full, so ecstatically aroused as a man slid back and forth up me, and never been filled so much as he shot his load deep up me. I was shaking as he climaxed, I didn't need to fake anything, it was glorious. I think Sarah knew it too. By the time I had finished in the bathroom, John had gone. I emerged from the bedroom to find Sarah waiting. I strode past her and behind the bar, after all in a few minutes I would own it - and got myself a drink. 

"Well, Mr. Wood, or rather Raelene, if you can cope with John's organ you can cope with anything!" 

Too right! 

"You didn't tell me, his cock is enormous!" 

"And, go on, what was it like?" 

"Fucking brilliant!" 

Sarah grinned at my unintended double-entendre. 

"Michael was right, you really are a natural at this, Raelene. I can see we're going to have some fun in the months to come." 

Suddenly the door signal went - I must have seemed rather worried. Sarah got up to get it, calling back as she left. 

"Don't worry, that's my girlfriend Debbie. I'm off now, are you and George going to lock up? I've got the back-up computer tape, see you Monday." 

At which, to my surprise she gave me a quick peck on the cheek, really a very girly action. I saw her open the door and again quickly kiss the girl waiting just outside the door. Girlfriend? I had never realised. 

I had really had enough surprises for that day but it hadn't finished yet. George Williams came in from the control room, holding out a package towards me. 

"You'd better have this, we always do two backups for the computer data every Friday, just in case of a fire over the weekend or something. So that's it then, in some ways I'll be sorry to see the last of this place but I really am sure it's in good hands. Elaine's gone already, she was desperate to get home and start packing. How about a last drink - sorry, I forgot, you have to change!" 

Too true, I could hardly go home in fishnets and a negligee, and 6" high heels. I suggested a final drink to George, after all I was paying for it. We chatted for a few minutes, George wouldn't have another, he was due to be driving home. Me? I was still catching a bus to and fro. 

"Just one thing, George, how did you get into this? I mean this business, it's a bit of a strange set-up isn't it?" 

"Funny really, my dear." he started to say, then we both realised it was in a sense 'Raelene' he was talking with, maybe it was easier, I don't know, discussing it with a woman. I smiled and put my hand on his. 

"About twelve years ago, Elaine and I were having a bad time. She had just started to get ill, not seriously then but it affected our - sex life, you know. We just couldn't get it together. Still, we were very happy in other ways, always have been. We went out with a friend of hers from where she was working, just for a drink. Ended up with the three of us in a bar somewhere getting a bit drunk, feeling sorry for ourselves. Anyway this gorgeous brunette was there, asked me for a light, we got chatting, the four of us. Then Elaine asked her friend to drive her home, gave me a look as she suggested it, to say 'go on, go for it, have a good time for once'." 

He began stroking my hand as he was talking, obviously relieved to get it off his chest. 

"We went back to her flat, she was really a very sexy-looking woman. She went straight into the bedroom when I got there, came out wearing a thin baby doll nightie and panties, nothing else. I was really turned on, we started making out, and as I fondled her boobs and got inside her panties - you can guess, can't you?" 

I had to smile, and couldn't really think what to say, but he continued. 

"That night I fucked him - her - twice, it was a revelation. I realised that some guys make better women than women. And maybe there are more than people think." 

I looked him in the eyes, he was feeling sad at the recollection but I could tell he was relieved to get it off his chest. 

"Did you tell Elaine?" I just had to ask. 

"Oh yes, sure, everything. He, or rather she, was one of my first assistants and damn good too. I've been lucky there, lots of good people working with me. Like Michael and Sarah, and the two part-timers, they are all people you can trust. They'll serve you well, Raelene." 

And it was that final name which did it, as he looked straight at me and called me that, I just had to kiss him. Not aggressively like John or my bank manager, but as tenderly as I could I leaned across and slowly teased his lips with mine. I slid a hand inside his shirt, feeling his hairy chest, sliding my long-nailed fingers down towards his waist, gently beginning to probe inside his pants. I smiled as I detected his reaction.

"Look George, this is the last farewell in a sense, you and Elaine off for a new life together. If you would like one final fling... I would be honoured if you would fuck me." 

He did, and we did, that final time for him, the end of part of his life but the start of a very different part of mine. It was a fitting start, getting screwed by the 'ex-boss'. As he climaxed inside me on the bed I hoped he would be doing the same to Elaine for years to come. 

"Christ Raelene, thanks for that. I've never had a guy since that one time and to be honest I'm not really sure I have now. That was good, really good. Like I said I know the business is in good hands. I think it's all sorted, you just need to get another assistant, with you coming in for Elaine and me, you need another woman to help out." 

I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, showing him acres of thigh, and leaned over to give him a final gentle kiss, and of course to show off my tits. 

"Or another man!" I joked. 

So it's all go from Monday, the three of us and Carol, the student part-timer who is coming in full time for a few weeks until we find a replacement for Elaine. George had a good send-off, I am pleased I was able to do that for him. I wonder if he will tell Elaine he fucked me? 

I hope the clients keep coming in. Maybe we should advertise. Not in the papers of course but where? On the Internet? Possibly. Maybe by putting something in the sort of place potential clients might look? Like one of those sites for tranny stories? Maybe they could send me an email? 

So how about it? Do let me know? How can 'Two-Way-Stretch' best serve you? What would you REALLY like to do? And with whom? Or to whom? I am sure we can accommodate you, we are booked up for a while ahead but I am sure I can fit you in - somehow. Let me know.



Two Way Stretch 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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7 Feeling my way 

For quite a few weeks everything went swimmingly. Really well. Michael and Sarah were really supportive of the 'new boy' and I was soon doing more than just helping out, really an integral part of the operation. I knew I was totally trusted when, on the first Wednesday, Sarah let me do much of the preparation for a rather special customer. The mayoress! I would never have guessed she was a customer and never in a million years would I have imagined what she liked to get up to 'off-duty'. No, she's not a TV, just a regular female, well, not really regular, and in a way she was a TV. But a F-to-M TV, female-to-male. 

Anyway when she was changed and made up she made a very convincing guy. At least the police inspector she was with thought so. I never saw her change, I thought it was a real woman and I later found out I was right. Two lesbians, one dressed in a tuxedo, the other as a French maid, the mayoress screwing the police inspector with a double-ended dildo. Not that they were the weirdest couple I saw in that first few weeks, that prize has to be to the guy who was very precise how he should be made up. As a slim blonde tart, he was very specific, even had photos to show us what he should look like. And then his wife came in! By which time they were twins, she really was a stunner and he was too. Not real lesbians these two but they played at it and went on for several hours of sucking and - well, whatever they got up to in the bedroom. 

And several others, I became less and less surprised by the weirdness of the humanity in this city. No, not London, not the variety you might have expected there, but in the English provinces? Yes, it happens. I saw a great deal of the sexual variety in that first three weeks. Three weeks during which everything seemed to go right. It was FUN - and lucrative too, the money really was rolling in, we had to do 'late-night opening' that third week. 

Actually things didn't go totally perfectly. There were the phone calls, for me. Or rather for 'Raelene' from, of all people, my bank manager. He had sampled the wares of the company before agreeing to my purchase but, naive that he was, he just didn't get it. 

My bank manager had got it bad. After having sex with me that first time he really did have a thing going - for Raelene. He kept on ringing - I don't know why Michael didn't tell him first off that 'she' didn't work here anymore. But he didn't. The way it turned out, it's perhaps as well he didn't. 

It was at the end of that third week. The Friday it happened, or rather the next Monday when we found out. Sarah came in to the office early that Monday and threw a newspaper onto the table. 

"Have a look, Rich. Page 5, we have a problem." 

I looked and I saw it, and realised she was right. We had a major difficulty. 

There was an article about a notable local politician; people said he was going to stand for Parliament. Two pictures of him, side by side, captioned 'Harry' and 'Harriet?' He was 'outed' as a TV, well, that was the end of his political aspirations. But worst of all, I recognised the photo, the Harriet one that is. I'd taken it myself on the Friday. I hadn't recognised him, he had come in and done the femme part of a sex-session with his girlfriend, some sort of mutual imitation lesbian screwing, which seemed to be becoming more popular. 

"Christ, Sarah. He's an influential guy, that Harry. Help, what are we going to do now? How do we get out of this?" 

"We've got some insurance, boss, I know that. The paperwork is in the office, let me have a quick look, see if we're covered - and how much for." She came back two minutes later with a sheaf of papers in her hand. "Well, good news and bad news. We are covered, 'professional liability' it's called. If I read the legalistic gobbledygook right it does allow for this sort of event. But there's a limit on the liability, here, look." 

I just had time to inspect the top sheet she was holding, and to notice the figure in bold type half way down, the 'limit of liability'. I really had no way of putting it into context, no experience of this sort of thing, but it seemed to me that if I was in Harry's shoes I'd want a lot more than that. 

"But how did it happen?" asked Sarah. "The picture, I mean, it's one of Friday's set isn't it, and I know I filed the print-out. I distinctly remember doing so just before the new girl, Carol, came onto reception. I remember coming out of the office - I bet the pictures are there now. I'll check." 

Then it came to me. 

"Don't bother, I think I know what happened. It's my own fault. That reporter who was here in the afternoon. I had the disc, it was while I was arguing with him. When Carol came in. I must have put it down while we were shouting, just before I threw him out. I was so busy shutting doors, making sure he didn't see anything. I put the disc down on the front desk - then I forgot about it. He must have taken it - not really knowing what it was. Then, when he found out - he went for the story." 

We didn't have time to really think much more about it. The doorbell disturbed us. I answered it myself - it was Harry! 

"Right then Mr. Wood. You know why I'm here." 

"I think I'd better ring my lawyer," I answered. 

"No, not yet. Here, I want a word in private." 

I led him into the only real office area apart from the control room - I certainly didn't want him to see that. It was a bit untidy - we'd all rushed off on Friday. Maybe that's partly why the accident happened. As we sat facing each other Harry leaned forward and spoke quietly. 

"Look here, Mr. Wood. I have a problem and so do you. You know that. I could sue you for millions and win. I've seen my lawyer already, he's absolutely certain, I couldn't lose. Negligence. No doubt." 

I began to stand up. 

"I really think I should get my lawyer." 

He tugged my arm, I sat down again hard. 

"No. Not yet. And this conversation isn't happening, you breathe a word and I'll deny it and increase my claim. Your trouble is, you can't pay can you? If I take you to court I'll get the full value of this business, because you'll have to sell it to pay me. And you'll probably go to jail because you can't pay me the full amount. My lawyer is talking seven figures." 

I knew it. 

"So, since my political career is over, I need a way out. Remember, officially we are not having this conversation. Now. The way out." 

I waited, he seemed to have calmed down. 

"How about this? You pay me what I want, out of court. I get my money quicker and sign some sort of legal waiver to say I won't sue you or anything, and then I run."

"Run? I said, somewhat puzzled.

"My girlfriend is Australian, we had planned on getting married next year and living here but she has a hankering to live in Sydney. I can start a business again over there but I need a stake - you provide that and I'm out of your life. With me gone the story will die down and you'll be safe from the press." 

"How much?" was my only question. 

He looked around as if to be sure no one was listening. He took a pen from his pocket, pulled a sheet of paper from the printer on the table and wrote down his figure. He slid it over to me. I gasped. There were still lots of zeroes at the end, but only six figures, not seven. But still way above what the insurance would pay me. I took my own cheap pen and wrote a figure beneath his, a figure below my insurance limit, I needed something to bargain with. 

He looked at it and grinned. 

"No way" he said. Harry wrote another figure down. I increased my offer, he came down again. 

"That's the very least I need to be able to cut and run. No discussions. That much. Minimum." 

Well, I didn't have a choice. I just had to accept. 

"Okay, so where do we go from here?" 

"Right Mr. Wood, now you can contact your lawyers. I'll see mine again. We'll let them sort out the details and put together some sort of compensation document. I need that much. By Friday." 

By Friday? Hell. The figure I'd agreed was some way above my insurance amount, even if I could get it. It would mean realising absolutely all of our contingency fund, slush money for stroppy clients and sweeteners, nothing this big though. But I'd still end up short. I would need a loan. 

'Harry' left, smiling slightly at Sarah as he left, and at Michael who had just arrived, carrying the same newspaper. He'd seen the story too. 

"Well?" said Sarah after Harry had gone. "Do we still have a business?" 

"Maybe," I replied. "I'm off to see Jenkins, you will have to cope without me, maybe for the whole morning. We've got a Tom and Nicole pairing coming in five minutes, you'll have to sort them. And the two TV Madonnas after them. God knows what they want to get up to, they're both in the Blonde Ambition get-up. I've got to go." 

By the end of the morning there was a ray of hope. Mr Jenkins had pulled a few strings. He was sure he could get the insurance sorted that quickly and move some emergency funding in, although we were still some way short. 

"You need a loan." 

When I told Michael and Sarah that just after lunch Michael was not at all happy. 

"Who's going to lend - to a company like this?" 

8 - Raelene again 

"How about your bank manager 'friend'?" asked Sarah. "The one who came in here I mean." 

"Oh no, not him!" I replied. "Anyway, he didn't realise what was going on. And he still doesn't know exactly what we do. He'd never give me the loan." 

No one spoke. Michael looked depressed. He could see the lucrative job, and the Lotus, vanishing over the horizon. I looked at Sarah. Suddenly she grinned. Then wider. Then she spoke. 

"But I bet he'd give Raelene a loan!" 

Michael and I looked at her. And at each other. I was horrified. But Michael, seeing the Lotus driving back towards him, grinned too. 

"Boss, you could do it!" 

Right at that moment I was distinctly unsure about this - but after I thought a bit about what it would involve, well, maybe it was not such a bad idea after all. If I could pass the two or three times I had tried it within the confines of the company premises maybe I could 'be' Raelene in the outside world. Outside! Going out, dressed, as a woman, what would that be like? 

Exactly 24 hours later I was ready to find out. I was shaking, nervous, apprehensive. But I hadn't been able to come up with a better idea. 

"Ready Raelene?" asked Michael. 

He was going to give me a lift into town, to the bank, to confront my bank manager. I looked in the mirror. Maybe I could do this. I looked good, Michael and Sarah had excelled themselves this time. The hair was realistic, shoulder length, red hair, smooth and shiny, it swung deliciously as I moved my head from side to side. My makeup was very carefully done, dark eyes, deep-ish eye shadow, luscious shining red lips, I especially liked the big gold hoop earrings. The actual outfit had been the hardest part. Obviously I couldn't wear any of the dresses in the cupboards here, they were entirely the wrong style, far too short and low-cut and glam and glitzy. I had loved wearing them but not this time. 

Sarah had taken my measurements and gone into a department store in town, coming back with a tailored suit, deep grey with a pale grey stripe, very stylish. The skirt was quite some way above my knees, showing quite a bit of nylon-covered thigh. The jacket was well-cut too. It accentuated my waist and flared slightly, basically three-quarter length, worn over a cream blouse, which did dip to give more than a hint of my cleavage. 

The undies did their usual job, the basque pulled my waist in, shoved my breast-forms up and together and generally gave me a more voluptuous figure. The black stockings and heels, the black shoulder bag with gold chain, the longish red nails, rings, the accessories worked well, Sarah had hit just the right tone. I smiled. Sarah smiled back at me. 

She stepped back and stood looking at me, shaking her head. 

"Well... take a look in the mirror, gorgeous" she said. 

I walked a little unsteadily over to the full-length door mirror and stared at the reflection of a very attractive woman. 

"I look good!" I said to myself. I was standing still - staring at myself and smiling, as Sarah walked up and took my hand. 

"Come on now... I don't blame you for staring - you do look terrific... let's go down and show Michael our new boss." 

He was equally appreciative, lots of smiling and giggling and ribald comments when I posed and teased him by sliding my hand up my thigh, almost leering, trying to look provocative without overdoing it. 

"That's it Raelene, smile at him. Remember why you are there. You don't have to go as far as seducing him, just hint that if you get the loan something else might follow. After we're sorted you can vanish again, he'll never find you." 

9 - Out - for the first time 

So Michael held out a hand, I took it and we walked out into the world. As I strolled with him towards his car I could feel my breasts bouncing, my thighs rubbing against each other as I stepped out, my long hair swinging. I could hear my high heels tapping on the pavement - it wasn't cold but I shivered. 

I realised then - I didn't just quite like being a woman, I loved it! It was fun! The sun was shining, I'm sure somewhere the birds were singing, and I was getting a thrill, a real thrill, out of this. I could feel a slight tingling between my legs, which wasn't helped when I struggled to get out of Michael's low car in such a tight skirt. I gave a substantial leg-show to two guys waiting at the bus stop where Michael had stopped to let me out. It was the nearest he could get to the bank, about 100 yards away, I had a bit of a stroll through the pedestrian precinct. 

And it really did get better with every second, walking past people, seeing some of them looking at me, especially the men. One guy in particular, he was selling flowers at a stall down from the bank. I was just walking past him when he held out an arm towards me. He was a handsome young man, tall, looking well built, a little shabbily dressed but he had an enormous grin on his face. He looked me straight in the eye, grinned, and spoke. 

"Darling, you are the most gorgeous woman I've seen all day. Please. Have dinner with me. Go on, I'll treat you to a big Mac." 

He was joking, obviously, but it was a precious moment. I really couldn't just leave him, I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. 

"Thank you, you've made my day!" 

"Thank YOU!" he said and pulled a creamy yellow rose from a bunch on his stall. 

He broke off the stem and expertly threaded it through the buttonhole in my jacket. I just had to kiss him lightly again, then turned and strode off towards the bank. 

I stopped to take a breath, then pushed the large door and walked in and up to the 'Enquiries' counter. 

"Good morning, my name is du Bois. Is it possible for me to see the manager?" 

"Very well Miss du Bois, please wait a moment, I'll ask his secretary." 

I hardly had time to sit down, to collect my thoughts, when a neatly-dressed woman, maybe 50, maybe 55, came out of a side door and looked over towards me. She walked across the foyer. 

"Miss du Bois, good morning. I'm Jacqueline Peters, Mr Walters' secretary. I'm afraid he is rather busy at the moment, if you can tell me what this is about perhaps I can help." 

I stood and extended my hand towards her. 

"Nice to meet you. Raelene du Bois. I'm here representing TWS. I understand Mr. Jenkins has been in touch concerning a financial transaction the company is involved in. Since I have already met Mr. Walters my boss thought I should meet with him again to try to sort things out." 

"Oh, I see, you are from TWS. I'll let Mr. Walters know, perhaps he will be able to fit you in." 

It took a second or two for me to get the unintended double-entendre. If only she knew what she had just said! 

Miss Peters went back through to the back office. Less than a minute later, Richard Walters himself came out of the same door. He saw me, he looked worried. I realised - maybe he was. Suddenly I saw myself from his point of view. A sudden unexpected visit from a woman he'd had sex with, in a 'brothel' indeed, wanting to talk about the financial side of that very 'brothel'. And at work too, where all his colleagues could see... and speculate. 

I had to put his mind at ease. I boldly stepped forward, my hand extended again. I spoke quickly, and firmly, and as calmly as I could manage. 

"Mr. Walters, hello, I hope you got the details from Mr. Jenkins. I hope we can finish this quickly. My boss is under a little pressure right now." 

My business-like attitude, I hoped, would settle things for him. He seemed to realise I was making the effort, he followed my lead. 

"Miss du Bois, could you come through into my office? I have the paperwork there." 

That was exactly what I wanted. I followed him through into his office. It was rather plush. Well, he was the manager, what else would I expect? He looked across the desk at me, still a little concerned, obviously. I walked round the desk to his side, moved up close towards him, reached up and put my forefinger on his lips. I looked - a thrill went through my nether region way under my pussy cover-all at the sight of my shiny bright red taloned finger on his lips. 

"Quiet honey, it's all right. This is just a business visit - for the moment." 

I moved back round and sat in the 'client chair' facing him and appreciated, not for the first time, the shiver which went through me when I crossed my legs to reveal a length of thigh as my skirt slid up a little. 

Richard's secretary came back in and looked at me. I tried very hard not to give myself away. Not the fact that I was a man masquerading as a woman, rather that I was there for nefarious reasons, to use my sexuality to influence this man. She slid a folder onto the table in front of Richard and then left us. I noticed him reach out his right hand to touch the middle button of a set of three set into his desk. 

"Won't that give the game away, Richard?" I asked, realising that a little red 'do-not-disturb' light had probably come on just outside the door. 

"No, it's okay, Jacqueline is quite used to seeing the light on." 

"In which case..." 

I stood up again and crossed round to Richard's side of the desk again. He had in a very old-fashioned and gentlemanly way stood up himself as I did. I moved right up to him, put my arms up round his neck, and gave him as sensuous a kiss as I could muster. Not passionate, not groping, I just pressed my lips to his and very slightly worked on his mouth with mine. I pulled away and dropped my arms to his waist. 

"I know it's Richard, not John, don't worry. I'm quite used to people giving false names where I work. But - Richard - it is good to see you again." 

"Raelene - wow - I never realised, I mean - I tried to ring... " 

He was flustered, very flustered by my full-frontal approach. And, I like to think, by my front! 

I was standing only a few inches in front of him, he couldn't help but stare at my well made-up face, my boobs, my DD-cup cleavage. I could tell that he, like me, was feeling somewhat uncomfortable between his legs. I picked up my handbag and removed a tissue, leaned forward again to wipe a trace of lipstick from the corner of his mouth. 

"That would never do, darling, would it? I'm so glad Mr. Wood asked me to come along and arrange this loan. It is so nice to see you again." 

I hoped the 'darling' was not lost on him. I was in my own inexpert way trying to tread the fine line between business-like and provocative. I needed to give him the impression I wanted to be with him yet I had an obligation to TWS to get the business cleared up. 




Two Way Stretch Ch. 02



"I do so hope, Richard, that everything is in order. I know Mr. Wood is desperate to get this loan. It will be okay, won't it?" 

"Well - er - Miss du Bois. I've got the details from Mr. Jenkins here. I must admit normally the bank would need me to do a full investigation here. It is very short notice. Even with Mr. Jenkins' recommendation, I'll have to see..." 

"Please, Richard, if there is anything I can do to help. And - when we are alone, my darling - you must call me Raelene." 

The 'alone' bit helped together with the 'darling' bit. It implied a promise, that he could be calling me 'Raelene' again because we might end up being alone together again. I knew he wanted to and I must admit, the thought was beginning to appeal to me too. This was different from the tart act at TWS, this was me - being a woman. And using whatever womanly wiles I had to get what I wanted. Basically I was seducing my bank manager. I had more than hinted that, if this could be worked out quickly, there was something else in it for him. He took the strong hint. Great! 

"Well - Raelene. Mr. Jenkins himself has agreed to act as guarantor for the loan so I suppose I can cut through the red tape a little." 

In delight - it wasn't mock delight, I didn't need to pretend - I jumped up and bounced round the table yet again. 

"Oh, darling, thank you, thank you so much. It really means a lot to me." 

And I hugged him round the neck, harder this time, my cheek against his, giving him a substantial whiff of my perfume, and a definite feeling of delight as my ample bosom pushed against his chest. 

"But - Richard - what if people think you've done this because of me? Could you get into trouble? Maybe we had better not see each other, someone might jump to conclusions." 

He looked disappointed. I'd just removed the promise of delights to come. I spoke up quickly again. 

"I mean - I'd love to see you again - tonight even. But that might not be such a good idea." 

His face fell even more. 

"But if you've got it all sorted, the loan I mean, everything done by Friday. We could meet Friday evening maybe? I mean, I couldn't be accused of trying to influence you then, could I? Not after it is all done." 

"Friday. That would be wonderful!" 

He was back in seventh heaven. There was something I was missing. Maybe... 

"I need to ask, Richard, are you married?" 

I knew the answer, I'd had Sarah find out but he wasn't to know that. His face didn't exactly fall but there was a definite change in expression. 

"Well, actually, yes, I am. But on Friday I'll be on my own. My wife is going to her sister's for the evening, coming back sometime Saturday. Do you mind - I mean - me being a married man that is?" 

"Thanks for telling me. As long as we're honest with each other. To be honest I always feel rather excited going out with a married man. So. Do you want to pick me up on Friday evening? About seven o'clock? From TWS? I'm working there until about then..." 

He just beamed. "Great." 

I kissed him very lightly on the cheek for the final time and turned. 

"I'd better be off now, your secretary will be wondering..." 

Richard opened the door for me, we went out into the foyer and very professionally shook hands as I left. As the open air of the street hit me I started to shiver again. Not with the cold but with the excitement once more, the sheer foolishness of what I had just done. But I had loved it! Sarah and Michael were on tenterhooks back at TWS. As I got out of the taxi Michael came running out, he'd obviously been watching out for me on the outside camera. I was delighted to totally reassure him that everything was under control. 

Over the next few days Mr Jenkins rang several times, and I - Richard that is, Richard Wood - had to go up to his offices twice to sign things. Then finally Friday lunchtime he rang to say all was well. 'Harry' had been paid off, and had signed an indemnity not to take further action against us. The money was transferred and I had something to tell Sarah. 

"Sarah - tonight - I've got a date." 

Her eyebrows lifted. I explained that this was an insurance, it had been needed to get things rushed through and I really had to go along with it. My very first - proper - date. 

"Well boss, looks like you've joined the ranks of proper transvestites. But - does he know?" 

"No." I had to admit, "And he mustn't, not yet anyway." 

"You're playing a dangerous game boss. But I expect you know that. Right." muttered Sarah. "So, what are you going to wear? We need to make a start." 

And a start we made. We had done a careful and pretty thorough job on that Tuesday but this time Sarah wanted to go all the way. 

"Look boss. This Richard guy obviously has the hots for you. We just don't know what he has in mind. And if his wife is not due back until tomorrow, well, it might be quite late tomorrow. He might want to take you to dinner, maybe to a show even. Or he might just want to screw you silly for twenty-four hours solid." 

"Oh no. He's not really that kind of man." I replied. 

"Honey, you don't know men like I do. That's why I prefer women. All any man wants is to get his rod up you, as quickly and as often as possible. Okay that's not my scene but if it's yours, well, you have to be ready. You have to look good in a mini bikini, in fact you have to look good buff-naked. So, strip off now and do the deep-cream again, all over you, thoroughly. Right?" 

Was that my 'scene'? I wondered. As Raelene was I just after sex? In the offices, when working, when being screwed by Richard or by George or by whoever, yes. And during the past few weeks 'Raelene' had indeed joined in with the company's rather unique 'service provision'. I'd had sex with -- I was counting -- five other men and one woman. 

But in a sense that was work. This was play. It was different, the outing on Tuesday, the brief walks through town, the interview with Richard, fooling his secretary and the bank staff. They saw me as a woman, maybe as an attractive woman. And it was most definitely fun. 

Some parts of the dressing were fun too though some were hard work. Sarah had decided what I was going to wear, something which would do wherever Richard was going to take me, that's what she said. But the undies had to be right. Like with many a transvestite, which is truly what I was by then, the underwear is functional. Mainly to create the right shape, the right figure but also to look good, to look sexy, to take the femininity of women's lingerie to the extreme. 

After the depilatory and the drying, came the latex pussy-cover, stuck and plumbed firmly into place so I could wee sitting down. And do other things quite convincingly too. When it came to the breast-forms, Sarah had picked the same size as before, to give me a somewhat voluptuous 40-DD cup. My black bra and waist clincher were pulled even tighter than before it seemed to me. Black seamed stockings, silk thong, very exotic (and erotic!) 

My nails ended up about 1" long and scarlet, matching my lips. The make-up was bold and definitely intended to arouse Richard's passion, the jewellery Sarah picked was solid and chunky and silver, which surprised me. I had always gone for mock 'gold' before. But when I saw the top and skirt I was to wear, well, that clinched it. 

A tight silver top, short-sleeved, plunging down between my breasts and deep-cut at the back too, that explained the backless bra. I slipped on my shoes, extremely high black patent stilettos, they always were and still are my very favourites. The same red-hair wig as before, it would be difficult to wear any other though it did occur to me that one day Raelene could have her 'hair done'. But this was fine for now. Very fine indeed. And that skirt. Wow! Black, shiny, short, tight, PVC. I looked at myself in the mirror at the very first opportunity. Streuth, what did I look like? 

"Raelene, right now honest - you look every bit a woman. And a woman who knows what she wants. She wants her man and she wants him and all his friends to know it. To know she is his to have and to shag whenever he wants. Not only will Richard drool all over you this evening, so will any man you come across. You sure you are ready for this?" 

Ready, of course I was. I loved the way I looked. And I was actually looking forward to seeing Richard's face when he came to pick me up. 

"We're going to be there of course. Just tidying up in the foyer," butted in Michael after giving me the once-over. "I want to see Richard's reaction." 

In fact we had a little time to spare. So I did some filing myself in the reception area, sent young Carol home early since we had too many women there (!) and was sitting finishing a letter just before 7 o'clock when the door alarm sounded. I pressed the release button automatically and turned to face the door. 

And Mr. Jenkins walked in! Hell. He shouldn't be here. He knew something about our activities, in fact I suspect he knew more than I suspected. But he did not know - about me. He'd never met 'Raelene'. He looked straight at me, looked me up and down, then spoke. 

"Good evening, Miss. Is Mr. Wood around?" 

Well that should not have surprised me. I didn't look one little bit like my male counterpart. I gulped at the realisation, then muttered a reply in my 'female' voice, which in fact I had been settling into all afternoon. 

"Er - sorry, I think he may not be here at the moment. Shall I get Sarah? Maybe she can help." 

In fact she'd heard the door sound and came out of the back. She showed no surprise, then I realised she must have been watching on the monitor. 

"Hello there, my name is Jenkins. I have some papers to pass over to Mr. Wood. I thought I would come down and hand them over personally and have a look at my investment. Since I have guaranteed the loan I do have a pecuniary concern that this little business does well now, you know." 

Sarah was on the ball immediately. 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jenkins. I'm Mr. Wood's assistant. I could take it for you and leave it in the safe until Monday - unless it's urgent. You could maybe take it round to his home address. But if Monday would do it will be safe here. You could perhaps have a drink in the bar. I'm sure Raelene will get one for you." 

Now that was wicked! She could so easily have taken it and ushered him out. 

But no, she had to dump me in the shit. She knew Richard was due any minute. I scowled at her, then noticed that Mr. Jenkins was - inevitably - giving me the once over. From face to tits to legs, back to tits and then to my face. I smiled, I had no choice. 

"Surely Sarah. This way, Mr. Jenkins." 

I took him by the arm and led him. He took my hand, he didn't take much leading, through into the bar. I got him a drink and was going to get myself one when Sarah came through. 

"You're wanted in reception, Raelene. I'll see to Mr. Jenkins." 

As I passed her to go out of the door she whispered to me. 

"Sorry, I'd just seen your date arrive on the outside camera. I had to get this guy out of reception. Make it quick, Raelene - and have a good time." 

I smiled. She had seemed to be dropping me in it but it was all in a good cause. 

"And - Raelene - don't do anything I wouldn't do!" 

She grinned - very widely indeed. 

I crossed the foyer and smiled myself when I saw Richard. Party because I wanted to, and partly because it seemed to be a good idea. I skipped the last few steps, very proud that I could do so in such very high heels. I reached up to touch Richard on the cheek and give him a brief peck just as I hoped, any girlfriend would do. Girlfriend! Me? Well, yes, in a sense. Well, maybe not yet but then I had plans! 

"Hello darling, well, I'm ready. So. Where do you want to go?" 

I had grabbed my handbag and slid my arm through Richard's. He smiled too, rather nervously. I realised he hadn't planned the evening, or maybe he had thought of going to the local pub and had just realised that was not a good idea. Again I was thrilled at the thought that this wasn't because I was a man dressed up, it was simply that he was a married man. 

10 - The first date 

I decided to help him out. 

"How about the 'Old Shepherd'? I hear it's a good pub, new management, I've never been in there, have you?" 

I'd deliberately picked an out-of-town pub and one where I thought he might not have been, it didn't seem like a bank manager's type of pub. Richard would be used to somewhere classier I thought. He looked relieved. 

"Sure, Raelene, do you know the way? Can you navigate?" 

"Great. Yes, come on, which is your car?" 

I was a little disappointed, the last car I had been in, apart from the taxi, was Michael's Lotus. This was a much more basic vehicle. Later inspection showed I was not quite right. Okay it was a standard car, not a sports car. But it was definitely somewhat upmarket. And, let me tell you, the thrill of sliding in my bum in a PVC skirt onto leather seats, wow! 

Within ten minutes we were at the pub. I had a thoroughly good time, showing off my legs in what I now know was typical transvestite fashion. And having two vodka-and-tonics. And I have to admit, flirting with Richard. He loved it too, being seen with a rather promiscuously dressed woman, legs and tits and all. I remembered again the thrill of being seen with Monica when she had 'dressed up' as she called it. I grabbed Richard round the waist as we headed back to his car. 

As he drove back into Birmingham, still reeling from the thrill of it all, I asked him. 

"Well darling, what now? Back to your place?" 

He may not have really intended that but he turned left and headed round the ring road, pulling up outside a rather ordinary looking house a few minutes later. As we went into the house, hand in hand, I was feeling the effect of the vodkas and had to head for the bathroom. I realised I had missed an opportunity earlier, never yet been in a proper Ladies loo. But somehow I knew this was not going to be my last time dressed en femme. 

As I left the bathroom I had a quick look round. The bedroom - now why did I look in there first? It looked very nice, was it possible we could end up in there? I went back down the stairs and into the lounge. 

"Richard, have you any vodka? I think another one could take me over the edge " I giggled. 

He poured me another vodka and tonic and had a whisky himself. 

"You realise, darling, that's two drinks you've had tonight. So you can't drive me home, I may have to stay the night." 

At which point I took the initiative. As we sat side-by-side on the sofa I put a hand on his knee, turned my face towards him and looked him straight in the eyes. 

"Darling, I know this is not supposed to be because you arranged the loan from your bank but I do so want to thank you properly. I want to do something for you." 

With which I slid my hand up his thigh towards the bulging penis I could see through his trousers. As I began to slide my thumb along it, he groaned softly. I couldn't wait. I kissed him. Not a peck on the cheek, not a light touch on the lips but a full blooded, sensuous, romantic kiss. I teased his lips with mine, I caressed his mouth with my tongue, forced it through his teeth. He had his arms round me and was pulling me closer to him. I was excited, I was aroused and I knew he was. I pulled down the zip on his trousers and was just about to reach in. And the telephone rang. 

I rocked back and sighed, this had broken my concentration, I was so keen to see his enlarged and swollen cock, I had maybe missed my chance. I reached over and grabbed the phone, knowing that it had to be answered. I passed it to him, he picked up the receiver and rather weakly, his own erotic activity had been interrupted too, he just said "Hello?" 

I listened to his half of the conversation. 

"Oh hello darling... no, just sitting on the sofa... Yes... no, not too late, I finished at about seven... Yes..." 

Obviously the usual domestic chitchat, wife to husband, husband to wife. Suddenly I was very turned on again. This man, who I was trying to seduce, was talking on the phone to his wife. What an opportunity! 

I moved in closer and kissed him on the left ear as he spoke, when whispered, "Richard I am so turned on, I want to do this..." 

"... yes, after work today... No..." 

I reached into his open fly and felt his swollen cock, gently pulling it out into the open. 

"... yes ...No, Peter didn't say..." 

I leaned over and kissed the top of my darling's penis, gently licking at the small drops which had begun oozing from it with the tip of my tongue. 

"...yes. I hope so... tomorrow morning I hope..." 

I began to tease the cock-head with my red lips, smearing my lipstick over it. 

"...yes of course, if I have time... oooooh!" 

I looked up, Richard seemed unable to control his emotions. 

"...er no, sorry, just nearly dropped my coffee... yes, I'll be careful..." 

At which, as if the beep of the off-button had acted as a trigger, I went into full-scale seduction mode. I took more of his pulsing cock into my mouth, then took it all out and ran my lips and tongue over its length the way Monica once did to me. Then I popped it back between my lips and taking a deep breath I pushed his cock all the way in until my face was against his crotch hair. And then it happened, he just had to cum! 

It was too far in my mouth to get it out before the semen flowed and I felt my mouth start to fill. Richard was holding my head on his cock as he shot more cum into my mouth, pushing my head down, fucking my face. I opened my lips to try to let some of his cream spill out so I could catch a breath but it wouldn't run out. I panicked, I did the only thing I could do to get some air, I swallowed the mouthful of cum! 

The thick hot jet of his cum shot down my throat, adding to the taste sensations, which were assaulting me. I swallowed hard, I had to, and almost choked as the hot sticky semen hit my stomach. But he kept on cumming. I swirled my tongue around his cock, then sucked as hard as I could as I slid my lips up and down its whole length. I squeezed his cock and ran my fingers up, pushing out another glob of semen. I looked into Richard's face as I licked it off and lifted my face to his mouth, letting it drip into it from my tongue. 

"God, Raelene!" he said, "you are incredible!" 

"Well my darling, you were fucking amazing too. I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist it, you talking to your wife. It got me so turned on I think you did remarkably well my love. Do you think she suspected anything?" 

"You mean did she think the most gorgeous girl in the world was sucking me off? No way!" 

We both laughed, we kissed again. 

"Now my love, are you ready to do it again? If your wife is coming back tomorrow morning I will have to be off soon, despite my joke about stopping the night." 

Richard looked at me and smiled. "Well, if you would like to..." 

"Of course I would, honey." 

Indeed that was true, I was desperate both to have full sex with him and to cement our business deal, get him into a position so that whatever 'Raelene' asked him for in the future he would just have to say yes. 

"Well my love, you can. Mary just told me, she wants to stay over with her sister. She's not coming back until Sunday, late afternoon." 

Perfect! 

"So we can screw all night then" I giggled. 

"I'd love to but I'm not sure I can, Raelene. I mean, I wasn't really expecting all this. I did have a hard day at work, rushing to get your boss's paperwork sorted and so on. And after that - I'm really shattered. I hope you don't feel insulted." 

I realised that although I could have gone on I really needed some sleep too. And there was all day tomorrow. And Richard did have one more surprise in store for me. As we got ready for bed he produced a large gift-wrapped box. And in it was a gorgeous, a real silk baby doll - and - panties set, sheer, black and totally decadent. We just had a luscious cuddle as we went to sleep. 




Two Way Stretch Ch. 02



So it was with great surprise that I woke up that Saturday morning - with a man in bed next to me! I slid quietly out of the bed and did what I needed to do, to my face and to some of my other bits, quickly in the bathroom, by which time Richard had woken up and gone downstairs. He looked up and smiled, offering me fresh coffee when I went into the kitchen. 

"So, darling, how are you this morning?" I kissed him on the cheek and reached behind to give his bum a quick squeeze. 

"An awful lot better." said Richard, smiling across at me, really he did look much more refreshed. "And looking forward to a great day with a gorgeous woman." 

He seemed much more confident now, much more sure of himself, I was going to have to take care that I retained the upper hand. So far he had done everything I had wanted, I was determined to keep it that way. It was a very bright morning. We sat on the bench out on the patio in the sun, safe from any prying eyes, holding hands and cuddling, I was getting a real thrill every time Richard laid a hand on my thigh. 

"I need to change, Richard, and I haven't any other clothes with me." 

"Well, we could drive back to your place, then maybe go shopping?" 

I was a bit nervous about this. Richard would find out where I lived, maybe later he would put two and two together. And then of course there were the neighbours. I was saved by the telephone. Just for a moment I wondered if it was his wife Mary again, maybe I could be so daring and suck his cock again while he was on the phone? But it wasn't his wife. It was a business call. Richard looked very disappointed indeed as he was listening. He kept on saying 'yes' and 'of course' but I could see he wasn't happy about it. 

"Raelene, I'm so sorry. That was Head Office. One of my colleagues was supposed to be working this morning, meeting some people. But his wife has decided to give birth this morning and he's gone with her. I'm sorry but I'm the obvious replacement. I don't like this at weekends, but I'm afraid I have to. I should be finished at about three. I am so sorry." 

Of course I commiserated with him but hell, it was because he was my bank manager I was here. I couldn't really complain. We decided that he was going to drop me off at TWS - I had the keys with me even though we weren't usually open on Saturdays. I could get some clothes there. Before he did go, though, we had another grope on the sofa. When we got up I asked him about the photo frame on the dresser. 

"Is this your wife? I see she's a redhead, do you like redheads then?" I asked with a grin. 

He had to smile back, then I noticed a 'wedding photo' in another frame. 

"Wow, Richard, that's a gorgeous dress." 

"Yes it is, Mary's still got it upstairs. She was always going to use it as an evening dress but she's never worn it when we've been out. Not yet anyway." 

"Can I see it?" 

We spent a few minutes in the spare bedroom, looking at the dress in its plastic hanger. I had a peer into the drawers while I was there too. Mary had kept all of her honeymoon trousseau, it was all there in the bottom drawer. I had a thought. 

11 - Raelene the Bride 

Richard dropped me off at TWS and went on to his meeting. I let myself in and relaxed. I undid my basque, the release in pressure was enormous. The high heels also came off, I got myself a drink from the bar. Then I had a good go at re-doing my make-up thoroughly from the ground up. I was getting good at it by then, and wanted to aim for a certain 'look' I had in mind. I tried my hand at slightly restyling my hair too, then took my wig off to give myself a bit of a breather from being 'Raelene'. 

After fishing round in the wardrobes, I ended up packing a small bag with a few things for the weekend. This was going to take some explaining to Sarah on Monday, I wasn't as tidy in putting things back as she had been. I was all ready for Richard at three, looking good, I thought, in a tight black top and a deep blue denim mini-skirt, with my favourite black stockings and high heels. I leaned over to give him a brief kiss on the cheek after sliding into his car. 

"Okay darling, where are we going then?" 

"I thought we might spend a little time in the shopping arcade, you know, the big one near Walsall. I have it in mind to buy you something special." 

I wasn't too sure what he meant but I soon found out. It was to a jeweller's that he dragged me, I had a gorgeous time trying on several necklaces and chokers, ending up with a rather wide one, very glamorous. Okay it was a little outré but I didn't mind that at all. After that, and a little browsing in clothes shops Richard drove up back to his house. I was a little surprised at the time that I really didn't want to buy myself lots and lots of nice clothes. 

I realised that I didn't need to, I had a great resource in the wardrobes at TWS, and I had my eye on one or two of the things Richard's wife had in her wardrobe. And I had a few things for the weekend in my bag. And - the clincher - I had an idea for that very evening. 

Richard was rather amorous when we got back in, I had to tell him off. 

"Wait, my love, later. I want to make you wait. I need to tease you, to tantalise you, I want this to be the most exotic - and erotic - night of your life. And I have an idea how to do it." 

"Raelene, you really are something else. Do I take it you have some provocative garments from TWS in your bag? I do know they don't exactly go in for a twin-set and pearls." 

"Not exactly, darling. Wait and see." 

"Well, whatever you have in mind we have to eat. How about I take you out to dinner? We could go to that country club outside Stoke, you must have heard of it. The Frenchay, it's supposed to be very exclusive. One of my bosses mentioned it today. I've never been there, have you?" 

"By that, Richard, I assume you've never taken Mary there so you'll be safe, no-one to see us you mean." 

Richard looked slightly embarrassed. 

"Well, I have to admit, that is a consideration. I can't afford to be seen out with you really, at least not yet." 

'Not YET?' 

What was that supposed to mean? Maybe that later we could be seen out together? Was he getting serious? Maybe thinking of a longer-term relationship? With me? And what about Mary? Separation? Divorce even? 

'Whoa, Raelene!' I thought to myself. 'This MUST not get out of hand, it could get so complicated.'

But - tonight - whatever the consequences I knew what I wanted to do. 

"Darling I'd love to go there. But I need to change first, I do so want to do you proud. How about you wear your best suit and I wear an evening dress? Really go for it? I'd love that." 

"So be it, darling" said Richard. "I'll go and get changed." 

"Hold on honey, I need the bathroom first. This is going to take me at least an hour. You ring and book a table. I'll be out of the bathroom in twenty minutes, you can shower and change then. I want to dress in the spare room and surprise you." 

So while Richard went to the phone in the hall I grabbed the two photo frames and tripped upstairs, not so easy in my heels but I managed it. I was indeed in and out of the bathroom within twenty minutes, then I sat, naked, facing the dressing table in the spare room. I turned and opened the bottom drawer, took out the cream silk bustier and thong panties, the stockings, the clutch bag, the accessories. Richard had obviously loved his young wife on their wedding day; I was about to give him an action replay. 

The bustier was gorgeous and it was so tight. Not because it was a special TV bustier like those we used at TWS, but simply because it was at least a size too small for me! I struggled into it, just managing to fasten it between my breasts. It was strapless, it needed to be to wear under that dress, and it nearly held my tits in! 

Before getting the dress out - I desperately hoped it would fit - I did my make-up, copying as closely as I could the colours and shades on the photos, not exactly to make me look like Mary but to come as close as I could. By the time I had finished I was satisfied, deep coral lips, gorgeous pink and mauve eye shadow, pearl earrings hanging down - I realised I would have to get my ears pierced if this was going to happen very often. My stockings were sheer white, attached to the six suspender hooks on each side of my bustier. The thong worked, in that get-up I really was an attractive woman, obviously ready for a honeymoon night. 

I swept my hair slightly to one side, in a style I had practiced back at TWS that afternoon, then did my nails the same deep coral as my lips. Finally I added the pearl necklace Richard had bought me and put the matching ring in its case in my clutch bag. I slipped on the stilettos I had brought from TWS, Mary's shoes would never have fitted me, then took down her wedding dress. 

It was really gorgeous, slim, sheer, silk, off-white, slightly pink and cream, a perfect match to my make-up. Or rather the make-up matched the dress. I removed the cover and held it against me, looking in to mirror. Was this going to work? Could I really wear this for the night? I just knew I had to try. 

I pulled down the long zip at the back and stepped into it, pulling the gorgeous fabric up over my silky thighs and up to my waist. I tugged the bust section over my own boobs and smoothed it up the back. Right now what I needed was a husband to zip me up! But I really wanted to surprise Richard so I struggled a bit myself. I finally managed it and turned once more to look at my reflection. 

It was indeed as good as I had hoped. The dress clung to my body, it moved as I moved, the slit down the side revealed the sheer silk covered legs, the basque and dress together just about managed to contain my heaving bosom. I glimpsed at the full-length photograph of Richard and Mary. This would do, hell it would more than 'do'. 

I grabbed my bag and gingerly opened the bedroom door. I could hear someone moving downstairs, Richard was obviously already dressed. I slowly and carefully stepped down the stairs. I saw Richard in the lounge, reading a newspaper. I walked in quietly, then spoke. 

"Ready, my darling?" 

He looked up. The amazement hit him, he must have realised at once the effect I was trying to achieve. To his credit he didn't make the mistake of calling me 'Mary', or of immediately comparing me to her. He just stood, mouth slightly open, gaping. I swung my hips as I walked towards him. 

"Will this do? Are you ready to take your wife to dinner?" 

"Christ Raelene. You look sensational. That dress suits you. I mean it looked good on Mary but it looks positively sensational on you. You look ravishing." 

"As long as you promise to ravish me later" I joked, opening my bag and handing him the small ring case. "Now you have to finish the job." 

I held out my left hand, Richard slid the ring onto my third finger. I expected him to comment, but not in the way he did. 

"Raelene, will you marry me?" 

I paused. Not now, this was not the time to disillusion him. I kissed him lightly. 

"We'll see, we haven't even been on a date yet, not properly. Come on, I'm hungry." 

Richard drove the ten miles to the restaurant in almost total silence, I didn't want to say anything. I was still reeling a little from Richard's question. I had no doubt at all that he meant it, looking as I did it was no surprise he wanted to dump the woman he was with and fuck me for the rest of his life. Somehow I had to 'dump' him - yet keep him attached. But not yet. 

As we went into the hotel and I handed over my cloak, revealing my ample tits to the waiter, I whispered to Richard. 

"Wait until after tonight, then ask me again." 

He beamed with satisfaction. 

"But your special evening has already started." 

And I reached down and, hidden from the view of the waiter, gave his balls a slight squeeze. We strolled in, hand in hand, to all intents and purposes man and wife. 

Never having been married I'm not too sure if our behaviour during the meal and after was typical of a married couple. I suspect it may not have been, during the meal I spent all my time looking across at him lasciviously, openly flirting, making it obvious to all and sundry in the hotel that we were 'up for it', or at least I was. It started with me, during the dessert, slipping off one of my heels and reaching my stocking-clad foot across under the table and resting it on Richard's thigh. Then I slid it closer, trying to stroke his penis through his trousers with my foot. 

Then after the meal, in the bar, I slid up close to my 'husband'. He was beginning to get rather concerned, there were lots of people watching us. Both because of my somewhat outlandish behaviour, and because of my legs and tits. I reached across to fondle him again, this time unzipping his pants and sliding my hand in to stroke his now-erect cock. I kissed him open-mouthed. 

"Raelene, I'm so sorry, I can't take much more of this. Please..." 

"Okay honey, let's go." 

And go we did, I am sure a lot of people got more than a glimpse of Richard's pants - he didn't tuck himself away quickly enough. And back at Richard's house he could hardly contain himself. I went in as he put the car in the garage, by the time he entered the lounge I was lying on the sofa, my dress pulled to one side, falling over the front of the sofa to reveal my long legs. And as I leaned forward - my tits very nearly fell out. I realised that I had drunk rather a lot. I had been rather enjoying the attentions of the barman, as he poured my gin I gave him a good view down my cleavage, and he had just kept on pouring. 

Richard came over to help me stand up, his arms supported me, I was impressed by his strength. Especially when he lifted me in his arms and carried me upstairs! He laid me on the bed and, quite suddenly, I became a lot more sober. I kissed him. I put my arms round his neck and kissed him. Hard. Amorously. Passionately. I tugged his coat off and got my hands inside his shirt. I got the shirt off and the trousers too, in fact I stripped him. Naked. Then I sidled up to him. 

"And now, my honey, what would you like to do with your wife?" 

He was entirely where I wanted him and I made sure I got out of him what I wanted. Out of his cock that is, I stripped off the wedding dress and my thong and lay on my back, legs apart and waiting. I got his rampant cock deep inside me and then started to talk dirty to him. 

"Oooooh, Richard, that is so good, I love your gorgeous big cock, shove it deeper my love... Deeper... up my cunt... oooooh my lover, that is so good, it is so big... Oooooh my love, it is so hot... I want you to fill me... fill your wife right up... " 

He was ecstatic. He had on his face the widest grin I had ever seen on a man. Mind you, the number of times I had been in that position had been rather small. 

"Christ Richard, that is so hot, so good... Deeper, I want it deeper... I need your cock to shoot your load deep up my cunt..." 

I knew he was close, just a little longer, I watched him in anticipation, he was SO close... 

"...oh my lover, my husband... This is it... come up me... fill me... I want your seed in me, oh my darling, that is so good, I need to have you, I need to have your baby... Ooh my lover." 

At which Richard came. In spades. Shot what seemed like pints and pints of his hot sticky cum right up through my pussy-cover into my arse, it was SO good, SO wonderful, I knew it was for him but it was a sensational feeling for me too. Inevitably - he collapsed. Spent. I wriggled, his shrunken cock slid out of my 'cunt'. 

I hugged him to me, his head buried deep within my cleavage. He slept. About two hours later I woke my lover, teased his cock to erection again, laid myself down on him and got fucked again. And then again just before six in the morning as he slept like a baby, I began to fondle that gorgeous cock. He woke up just as I had got him to maximum size - and he shot his load yet again. I had him very close to a position where I would know I could get anything out of him anytime. 

"Raelene, my love, you are a remarkable woman. I promise you, after Mary and I are divorced, I'll make you an honourable woman." 

Shit. I had gone too far. Divorce? He was dropping off to sleep again. I needed to do something -- SOMETHING -- to make Richard change his mind. I came up with a sort-of plan, and decided to put 'phase 1' into immediate operation.

I slid out of the bed and crept into the spare room. A mere three hours later Richard knocked on 'my' door, the spare room that is. 

"I'll be down in a minute, my lovely." 

And one minute later I slinked my way into the kitchen where Richard was making coffee. 

"Darling." 

He looked and I am delighted to say opened his mouth in amazement yet again. With the assistance of items I'd brought from the wardrobe department at TWS - 'Madame Raelene' had come to town, in my most outrageous outfit yet. There I stood, hands on my hips. Red hair shining, red lips pouting, ultra-long red nails flashing. That, and the black fishnets, PVC high-heeled stiletto boots, the black PVC half-cup bustier, which pushed my 'boobs' up and revealed deep pink swollen nipples. I strolled across the kitchen and pushed my thumbs into the sides of my thong, ripping it from its place. I walked up to him and pulled his cock from his pants. 

"Do it, Richard. Take me - again!" I ordered. 

Well, he just had to, didn't he? I climbed astride him. He didn't really seem up to it, but he couldn't take his eyes off my thrusting nipples as I began to bounce up and down on his stiff thick cock. 

It took me ten minutes of activity and some of the most disgustingly sex-ridden encouragement I had ever spoken to get him to cum again. But he did. Large. And after that I have to admit I needed to rest too. At ten, having cleaned up the spare room, put the photos back and tried to tidy up downstairs, taking especial care with Mary's wedding dress and her trousseau, I called a cab. Before leaving I took Richard a fresh coffee, kissed him on the cheek, and woke him. 

"Bye husband." 

He woke. I smiled. I left. 

The end? Surely not yet...



Two Way Stretch Ch. 03



********** 
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! 
********** 

12 Back at work

The taxi driver was perhaps a little surprised to see such a woman leaving such a house in the middle of a Sunday morning. Especially in a tiny P.V.C. mini-skirt and high-heeled boots. At least I had slipped on a leather jacket to cover my tits. I managed to sneak in at home unobserved and spent the rest of the day catching up on my sleep and thinking. I had so much enjoyed being a woman, I just hoped my last 'trick' had the desired effect on Richard.

"Good morning, Sarah" I said as I strolled into work the next day.

"Morning" said Sarah, then turned to look at me. "Shit, Richard, what ...?"

I was wearing the same outfit, but had discarded the jacket as I walked in.

"Richard - er Raelene, I mean. Have you been dressed - I mean dressed up - you know what I mean - all weekend? I thought it was just going to be for Friday night. Your date, with your bank manager that is, how did it go? And where did you get that outfit? You certainly didn't have it with you when you left on Friday."

"No, I came in Saturday to change..." and I gave her a brief resume of the events of the weekend.

"So you spent all Saturday night fucking? And he actually proposed? Boss, I think you are getting into this a bit too deep. Though I do have to admit, you do make an even better woman that I ever imagined. I really am getting a little turned on!"

I hadn't noticed until then, but Sarah wasn't looking at my face, she was staring at my breasts. I knew this had to finish very soon but I couldn't resist that one last tease. I sidled up to her and reached out, lifting her chin with a red-taloned finger and moving my mouth close to her face. I touched my lips to hers very gently, darting my tongue out to tease hers gently.

"Christ, Boss, stop it," she laughed. "We have work to do today"

"OK, sorry, I know, I'll change now. But I really have enjoyed myself this weekend. I could get used to being a woman you know. It has its plus side."

"It does when you look like that, Boss. When you go for it you could have practically any man you wanted you know. But there are downsides too. Mind you, you miss out on some of them. No periods, no pregnancy, I can see why you would enjoy it maybe."

We had to giggle again, in a rather girly way, but I headed into the back before Michael and Carol arrived. Sarah said I must. 

"I know you've screwed Michael, but if he sees you looking like that he's liable to want to get into your knickers!"

So I changed. To be honest I felt a bit ordinary after that, I could see why transvestites referred to male clothes as 'drab'. But I had to 'be' Richard again. Richard Wood that is, owner of the company, when Mr. Jenkins my solicitor came in to confirm that all the monies had been sorted the previous Friday. Indeed he did come in, just before lunchtime while I was trying to convince an 18 stone builder - I think he was, certainly seemed that way - that he could never 'pass' as a 20 year old slut in seamed stockings and high heels and that his best bet was to go for something more modest. He eventually agreed with me and ended up looking quite attractive. Quite what the bed in the boudoir would look like afterwards I was not sure, his partner-in-sex was at least as big and maybe bigger.

But I managed to keep Mr. Jenkins away from all this, to have a brief chat in private about the finances. He still didn't really know exactly what TWS was about, I suspect his brother had not revealed all to him. OK, he knew it was in the 'adult leisure' category but I suspect that rather like Richard he just thought it was an upmarket knocking shop.

"Well, thank you Mr. Jenkins, I am very grateful for your help here. We should be able to adjust our cash flow sufficiently to pay off the loan in good time."

"That's OK Mr Wood. Anyway don't be too grateful, you haven't seen the size of my bill yet. And I still don't know how you persuaded Richard Walters to move so quickly, he is usually so long-winded and meticulous in demanding references and so on. For some reason he seems to have just waived this one through."

"Well Mr Jenkins, we have our contacts." 

That would have to be enough explanation.

"You're not telling me something, Mr Wood. I will ask him, I'm having dinner with him and his wife sometime soon. Though I have my suspicions, I thought I saw his car drive away earlier last week, maybe a certain young lady was involved?"

I don't think I blushed.

"But that's not like him at all, I always thought he and Mary were so well suited. But maybe I'm wrong."

The conversation was beginning to get just a little embarrassing. I was glad that at that moment he stood up to leave. 

"And I will get my bill to you as soon as possible, you may need to check one or two things on it with Richard Walters. Anyway, I'm so glad it seems to have worked out. OK, Mr Wood. Bye."

We shook hands and I led him out into the foyer, just as Chantelle was coming out of the red door on her way out. Chantelle? Another of our regulars she is. One of the most mild-mannered and un-remarkable looking guys you have ever seen in your life. Very nearly six foot, skinny, medium build, medium brown hair, medium everything.

But Chantelle? Wow. I often thought I looked good as Raelene but her, well. His/her reference number was 999, a coincidence maybe but any guy who interested her was liable to need an ambulance once she was finished. For sheer aggression in the being-fucked department she took some beating. I'd actually seen her once coming onto a guy in the bar, he had started out full of bravado but when she stood in front of him and pulled the zip on her basque down, and her gorgeous 'tits' had fallen out, he was lost. He didn't know where to look. 

And her bold statement – 'Now honey, you're going to cum all over these within three minutes or I'm not the disgusting slut I think I am!' - had reduced him to jelly. Three minutes!? They must have spent an hour in the bedroom, he looked totally knackered when he came out. Chantelle, on the other hand, walked a little oddly, not surprising really considering what had been going up her.

As Mr Jenkins passed Chantelle some sort of conversation took place, I'm not sure who started it. Anyway in the end Chantelle smiled widely at him, reached up to stroke his chin with one of her deep blue talons, and turned to march out of the door, bum wriggling in her leather micro-skirt, doing very well in such high-heeled boots.

Mr Jenkins, who was about to follow 'her', turned to me.

"Er - Richard. She's rather an attractive girl, isn't she? Do you think - if I wanted to - you know, I mean. She might be the sort of girl I could, maybe - you know...?"

Very hesitant. And though he didn't know why, he really didn't, he had every reason to be. Though he didn't know it, he had just asked me if I could arrange it so that he could maybe have sex with a man! 

I hesitated too, not entirely sure how to respond. He was my solicitor after all. But then, why not? I'd just spent the weekend in bed with my bank manager. This guy's brother was apparently one of our clients. And we did have policemen. And magistrates. And farmers and councillors and at least one prospective parliamentary candidate, ex- that is, on our books. And of course Charles the professor of philosophy. Chantelle rather.

"Mr Jenkins, I am sure we can fit you in. And since you'll be sending me your bill I might as well tell you that we are in fact not cheap either. But most of our clients are well satisfied with the service we provide. Ask at reception on your way out, say you'd like to visit Chantelle. I'm sure you could be fitted in. Tell them I said the blue door, they'll know what you mean."

I looked at him talking to Carol on the desk as I turned to go back through to the 'control room'. For some reason 'Raelene' came through just a little. He was quite a bit older than me but really rather well built, strong but not too muscular. I bet his cock was large when he was aroused. And then, it surprised me even more when I realised it. He could go through the red door. He really could do it. 

He'd look good in black. Stiletto boots perhaps, and fishnets. Maybe a p.v.c. basque and black hair, jet black, sort-of Goth look, severe makeup. I wondered how he would react if he knew I was, however fancifully, thinking of him that way. And just how he would react if Sarah tried to lead him in that direction. Maybe one day ...

After that I was looking forward to a quiet time for a while. If I only knew! It was indeed quiet, for a few days, nothing more exciting than a wife wanting her husband done up as near her mother as we could manage for some sort of lesbian sex session. Oh, and one of our 'girls', one of our regulars, featuring in the local press, in a more favourable situation than the previous one of course. 'She' had been out for 'her' very first walk in the evening dressed when she got picked on by a journalist for a poll. She reckoned it was the tight leather jeans which did it, that and the high heels.

The picture in the paper did her proud, in colour it was. She looked very attractive, she was quoted as saying she was 'in favour of a battered wives hostel in the local area'. Apparently she nearly wet herself when the reporter asked her to go for a drink. She chickened out, well it was her first time out so tarted up.

"He was a bit fat really. But if his cameraman had asked me I might have been tempted!" , she said with a laugh.

It was the Friday evening when Carol came into the control room as I was doing, very carefully, the back-up tape from the digital photo file.

"It's that Mr. Walters, boss. Wants to speak to Raelene. I said I thought she had left but I'd just check. He seems to think she works here full time!"

"Put it through here, Carol. I'd better speak to him."

I picked up the phone when it flashed, my femme voice coming in very easily indeed.

"Hello? Richard?"

"Raelene, I'm so glad I caught you."

"Richard, darling, it's so nice to hear you. I've been wanting you to call all week but I didn't dare ring you at home or at the bank. So good of you to call, my love."

"Raelene, I think we need to talk. My wife has just rung. She is going to be in Birmingham until late tonight, can we meet?"

I had to think. I still had no car, Mr Jenkins really was tight with Aunt Daphne's money or at least what was left of it. I was sure there would be enough for some sort of second hand hatchback or something.

"I'd love to" I said. 

Damn, I thought, why had I answered without thinking? And so enthusiastically too.

"Shall I come straight over and pick you up?"

"No, I'm still working, better not." 

I had to think quickly. Michael had gone and I knew Sarah had a heavy date with her girlfriend. Could Carol 'do' me? Of course she could, and she had said she could use some overtime.

"About an hour?"

"OK Raelene, I'll be there."

13 The wife!

An hour? Could Carol really help me enough, I know she had wanted more responsibility. And in an hour? If I couldn't do it, I could ring him back, presumably he was still at the bank?

"Carol, here, quick. Make sure that disc is finished and locked up, then come into the red prep room, we have a job to do."

Well, she leapt at the opportunity. She knew something of my, or rather 'our' situation, me and Richard that is. She surprised me. She started to boss me about as soon as she realised what was going on, telling me to 'strip - now!'. I think she had seen Sarah in action! Within twenty minutes I was smooth-bodied, basque-encased, stocking-clad and wearing panties, seated at the small make-up table while Carol looked at the older photos of 'Raelene' and considered.

"OK, I'm not so expert at this, I know but these should give me a very good idea. So, what do you want? Slut? Or just tart?" she joked.

I thought for a moment. 

"Actually Carol, neither. Maybe it might not be such a good idea to be so forward on this occasion. I mean, last weekend was all about sex. Me seducing Richard. But this is more of an ordinary social meeting I think. Not so sure. What do you think?"

"Maybe you are right. So, how about being a receptionist, like me? The secretary look, like that guy on Tuesday. With his boss, being his secretary. His stuff is back from the cleaners, it's your size. The suit will look good on you, dark grey and very nicely tailored. And with a nice low-cut blouse and high heels you should look good."

I had to agree with her, and that look appealed to me. She was more muted with my makeup though the final layer of lipstick really added a touch of mystery to my appearance. My eye-shadow and mascara were heavy but not too heavy. I finished with largish clip earrings and put on the choker Richard had bought me. Over all - I looked great, At least I thought so and so did Carol.

"You'll wow him, don't worry. Hope it goes well. Look boss, I'd better go, my mother will have the dinner ready. I did ring her but she won't want me to be too late. Are you OK from here?"

I kissed her lightly goodnight. On the cheek, girl-to-girl. In a way I never would have done in my ordinary clothes. I jumped just a little as the door buzzer sounded. Richard! Had to be.

"OK - Raelene, I'll hang on a minute, make sure you are OK" said Carol and headed off to press the door release. 

It was indeed Richard. My Richard, at least that was what he had to think. I skipped across to him. Yes, skipped. In my heels it was not so easy but I hoped I would give the right impression, of a 'girl' glad to see her boyfriend. I kissed him, though a lot more convincingly than I had 'pecked' Carol on the cheek a minute earlier.

"Richard. Darling, it's so GOOD to see you" I cooed, sliding an arm into his. "I just have to help Carol lock up, then we can be off. I hope you are feeling fit my love, I have to admit seeing you has made me feel rather ... you know!" 

I giggled at him, wanting to impress but not to gush. Carol and I slipped rapidly back into the control room leaving my lover in Reception. I had checked, there was absolutely nothing on display he could take exception to or that could correct his own misconceptions about TWS. 

One day he would find out, I was sure. But not yet. He was safe there for half a minute. In the control room Carol passed me the file case with the back-ups of the PC files. I always took a copy home at weekends, we both checked that everything which should be was locked away or switched off.

"Christ, boss. You've really got him haven't you. He's all over you, I mean, totally smitten. And you did great, as if you'd been a 'working girl' all your life instead of a few weeks, on and off. I tell you, if Nigel and I ever want a loan for a house I'm going to get you to arrange it. You'd get a massive discount on a mortgage I'll bet."

I'd never thought of that I had to admit. I had been looking round for a new place, somewhere a bit more secluded than my current flat. I thought I'd found one, I was going to get Mr. Jenkins onto it, to help me with the finances. I was still hoping that could go ahead even after the money problems we'd had. Anyway, for now I had to concentrate, another evening with my Richard to look forward to. So, I wondered, thinking of his call. Why did we have 'to talk'? Had he told Mary? About us? Surely not. Suddenly everything looked likely to come crashing down. Suppose he had? And this was about divorce? And a wedding??!! Help!

I grabbed the file briefcase, then Carol and I went back into reception where Richard was sat, reading a woman's magazine. The make-up page! He put it down and stood as we entered, and I took his arm. As Carol locked the door behind us I set the alarm and she gave me the keys. Richard and I walked across the small empty car park towards his car. Yet again I appreciated the thrill in sliding onto leather seats in a short skirt.

"So darling, where are you taking me tonight? To a hotel maybe, can we have a drink first? I've been working all day and I am bushed."

"You mean - you've been - you know - with men, all day?"

The tone said it all. Disappointment. Disapproval. My 'husband-to-be' was not happy at the thought that other guys had been where his cock had been and was maybe going to go again. And today, so recently, it smacked of being in some way unfaithful. I turned to him as he drove, he really did look disappointed. Maybe that could be a way out if things got tricky.

"Oh no, Richard my love. Not that. I've been on reception most of the day, and helped some of the girls with their make-up. I like doing that, it's fun helping them to look as good as they can for the clients."

All of which was, of course, true. I looked across at him again, he looked relieved. Obviously a more acceptable way of earning a living than getting screwed all day. But he couldn't complain about that, not really, after all that was how we met. When I reminded him of this he did squirm a little again but carried on driving. I realised when he turned off the ring road we were not going to a pub or a hotel, we were headed for his house. Suddenly it seemed serious again, my thoughts turned briefly to divorces and weddings again.

But surely if it had been something that important, life changing indeed, he would have mentioned it straight away. I didn't have time to ask, he turned into his drive and pressed the button to open the double garage door. It swung open and he drove in. Plenty of room to get out, the parallel bay was empty. Of course it was, his wife was out for a while yet. But he had better be quick if he wanted fucking, and certainly if he wanted it more than once.

As we went in the front door Richard looked round nervously, maybe towards the neighbours' houses to see if any curtains were twitching, maybe up the road in search of his wife's car! But there was only a taxi turning into the road some way away. I grabbed my case and we went in. As I reached up to hug him round the neck, he seemed to resist my advances a little. But I knew I had him where I wanted him, I pulled him close.

"Now Richard my love, what is it you wanted to see me about? Was it this?"

And I leaned to kiss him on the lips.

Only to be disturbed before the kiss could start. Behind him, through the frosted glass panel in the front door, I saw lights and heard a slight bump, then the unmistakable sound of the garage door beginning to grind its way up. It was his wife! He realised it too.

"Christ Raelene, it's Mary. Shit, she must have finished much earlier than I thought she would. When she sees you here she's bound to realise. She'll know. About us."

So he hadn't told her. I stepped back from him, thinking frantically. I could glimpse the lights of the car moving, into the garage, behind him. She would be here in a few seconds. Wait. That taxi. Could I get out of the house without being seen? Maybe get to it in time? At least get far enough away not to be caught. I grabbed the file case and my handbag, just touched my finger to Richard's lips and tried to smile.

"OK I'm off. Don't worry."

I opened the front door and stepped out, closing it behind me. But it was too late. I could hear heels coming round the side of the house. Amazingly I kept cool. I reached out a red-taloned finger. 

I rang the doorbell.

The footsteps became suddenly louder as Mary Walters came round to the front of the house. I pressed the bell again.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

Mary stood looking at me. The photos had not done her justice. She was an attractive woman and, if they had been taken on her wedding day, she had 'worn well'. I stood for a moment, trying to look just a little confused.




Two Way Stretch Ch. 03



"Er - yes. Maybe. I hope I've got the right house. Richard Walters? Sorry, my taxi's just gone. I should have checked that this was the right house first. But I think I got the address right."

"Yes, you did. I'm Mary Walters. Richard is my husband."

Mary paused, unsure what to say next. But she didn't get the chance, Richard opened the door. He had to really, he must have heard voices. And there we were, his 'mistress' and his wife, standing on the doorstep. I knew I had to say something first. I reached out my hand towards him.

"Mr Walters, I'm so glad to see you again. I'm sorry I couldn't get to the bank earlier. It is so good of you to agree to see me like this. My boss would be most upset if he knew I hadn't got the paperwork sorted this afternoon. I am so grateful, you have got me out of real trouble."

Both Richard and Mary were still for a moment, taking this in. I just hoped I had fooled her, and that he had realised what I was trying to do. Save his marriage, that's what I was trying to do. It was Mary who responded first.

"Well, please, do come in. I do wish my husband didn't need to see clients at home but, well, I suppose it goes with the job. Please, do sit down. Can I get you a coffee? And Richard, darling, you haven't introduced us."

He snapped out of it. In fact he did very well indeed, he seemed very calm under the circumstances.

"I'm so sorry. Mary, this is Miss du Bois, from TWS. A client of ours. Miss du Bois, my wife, Mary."

I stretched out my hand to her and smiled. 

"Pleased to meet you, please call me Raelene. Again I do apologise for taking up your husband's time."

She had said 'my husband' twice and 'darling' once within a minute, consciously or unconsciously she was making a statement. He was hers. Actually I didn't think she felt threatened, I had convinced her of the innocence of my presence.

"Coffee then?" she asked.

"Thank you very much" I replied. 

Better do this, maintain the impression and get it over with and out of there, our 'talk' was going to have to wait.

"Richard, do you want to take Raelene into the study? I'll bring the coffee in a couple of minutes."

I was sure he would love to. Take me in there. Shut the door. And have sex, But that wasn't going to be an option, not with wifey bringing coffee to us. As she headed off towards the kitchen, I took the opportunity to move in towards Richard, put my hands up round his neck, and kissed him very lightly. I spoke calmly and quietly.

"Richard, I need to get out of here. Quick, let me open my case, we can pretend to be dealing with some papers. I'll have the coffee and then ring for a taxi. OK?"

He had to agree and we did just that. When Mary came back I was just closing the case.

"Thank you Mr. Walters, you have saved my life. As I said, my boss would have been livid if he got in on Monday and that had not been sorted. I am so sorry, the afternoon just seemed to fly by, I just clean forgot."

"Well, if you have finished, do come through into the living room, Raelene. I'll bring the coffee."

I was just a little embarrassed when I sat down on the sofa, luckily this time Richard didn't sit next to me. I remembered the last time! He was nervous too, I decided to get this finished with as soon as possible. Mary first offered to drive me home herself, then suggested Richard could drive me. I was tempted but said no. Eventually after some rather inconsequential and uncomfortable chit-chat I did get a taxi. 

On the way back into town I had to decide what to do with myself. After all, I was a woman now, at least in appearance, how did I want to spend the weekend? I decided - as Raelene. I got the taxi driver to drop me at my flat, and was very careful as I went in, I didn't want to be seen by any neighbours. I did it.

And I did enjoy the weekend. On Saturday morning I got out early-ish, after both my neighbours had headed off - one went to girlfriend's every weekend on the Saturday, the other worked after leaving her flat at about 8 am. I walked to the edge of town, then got a taxi again to the big department store. I wasn't too flush with cash but I did manage to get myself a short denim skirt, a mascara, two pairs of earrings, several pairs of stockings and - for the 'man' in me, a new shaving brush. I lunched in their café and then spent the afternoon looking for a new handbag to match the dress I was planning to wear that evening. I had a few clothes at my flat by then and was surprised to find how easily the female role came to me.

But in the evening I decided enough was enough and changed. At least I managed to remove my breast-forms and my 'pussy-cover' with the solvent I had in the flat. I had all the makeup removed by 7 o'clock and decided to go for a pint at the local pub. Somehow I needed to exert my masculinity.

And I was lucky there. The barmaid commiserated with me, she hadn't seen me for a while, she hadn't heard that Monica and I had split up. Amazingly that triggered something in her, she actually admitted that she had rather fancied me for a while. I really was tempted, but decided my sex life was complicated enough!

And on Monday morning everything was back to normal. Sarah was a little surprised when 'Mr. Wood' turned up. Carol had told her about the events of the early part of Friday afternoon, they had both assumed that I would stay en femme all weekend. For once I didn't share with them exactly what I had been up to, though I did surprise them both though when I asked where they thought would be a good place to have my ears pierced!

Which I did, on Monday evening on my way home. I had to - both the earring sets I had bought were for pierced ears, I just loved them and absolutely had to be able to wear them. The two little sleepers I had fitted ached for a couple of days but by Thursday evening I was able to wear my new purchases round the flat. I did feel a fool wearing them in my male 'drab' but with none of the other accoutrements of femininity but no-one saw me that evening.

And then on Friday - surprise! Sarah asked me if I was seeing Richard again, I said that I didn't think so. And she came right out and asked if I wanted her to help me dress for the weekend. I thought for at least two seconds - and then said yes. So, just after seven, I was leaving TWS, similarly dressed to the previous week, wondering how I was going to spend the weekend again as a woman, and determined to have some fun!

14 The wife 2!!!

As I was locking up I heard a car behind me. I turned. I looked - I didn't believe it. Of all the people I had not expected to see - it was Mary. Mary Walters. What the hell did she want?

"Oh, hello Raelene. I wasn't sure how to find you, I was going to go in and see if they would give me your address. I've been sitting there for ten minutes trying to summon up the courage. I know it's some sort of Gentleman's club, that's what Richard said anyway. I was a bit nervous of going in. I really wanted to talk to you. Do you mind - can we get a coffee somewhere?"

This was very sudden. And very unusual. I didn't know what to make of it but I said yes. Mary drove up past the town hall, we ended up in a small café actually quite near to where I lived at the time. I was nervous at first but realised. Nobody would 'read' me, even if someone I knew came in.

"Miss do Bois, Raelene. This may seem strange but I don't really know who I can trust. You know my husband through business, anyone else I could talk to knows us socially and - might be the one."

"The one?" I asked quizzically.

Mary swallowed hard, looking unsure of herself. I soon realised why.

"Yes. You see, I know I can trust you, I think Richard - my husband - is having an affair!"

Wow! What a turn up. Firstly, that she had found out, and secondly that for some reason she had decided to confide in me. I had obviously done well the previous week, I was a better actress than I thought. Yes, actress.

"Er - Mary, you mustn't jump to conclusions. There may be a simple explanation."

"Maybe but I doubt it. I was looking through Richard's suit this afternoon. I found a credit card bill for dinner in a restaurant we've never been in. I tried to ask him about it but he didn't give me a clear answer, he was very nervous about it. And there have been other things too, just little things, I'm sure it's another woman."

Well it wasn't, but she wasn't to know that. Come to that he didn't know either. I hesitated for a while and muttered something inconsequential while I tried to gather my thoughts. Yet again I wanted out of there. Quickly. But I knew I had to help her in some way. Was this what Richard had wanted to ask me? I never had that 'talk' with him. I knew that somehow I must do just that sometime during the weekend. 

But first, Mary. I had done what I wanted with Richard, OK he was a nice guy, he deserved a quiet life without the combinations of juggling wife and 'mistress'. Certainly none of the complications of divorce and an engagement which couldn't possibly lead to marriage. I had to get him out of this. I looked at Mary.

"Right Mary. You have a choice. Get rid of him. Or confront him and hope he will come back. Or get him back."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you could go straight to a lawyer and go for divorce. Get rid and start again."

"Oh no, Raelene. I don't want that. We've had some great times together, things have been so good in the past."

What was I? A marriage guidance counsellor? No, but I was about to give advice.

"OK, you can confront him, find out who she is. But that could backfire, he may decide to get rid of you. To choose her instead. A bit risky."

Whether it was good advice or not I wasn't sure. But that second option would cause all sorts of problems for me. An image of the 'third way' was beginning to form in my mind. I rather liked it, and it might work. A bit naughty maybe but what the hell. I decided to go for it.

"Or you can go for it. Win him back. Make him want you more than he wants her."

"That sounds a good idea but how do I do it?" she asked, looking puzzled.

"Use the armoury you've got, Mary. You are an attractive woman. But you have let yourself go a bit, haven't you? Problems at work maybe, and having to keep the home going? Put them in the background for a while. Concentrate on you. Did you say Richard was away all evening?"

"Yes, he's running some course for trainee managers this weekend. He's not back until about eleven. And then he's out all day tomorrow. And on Sunday morning too."

"Right. Let's go for it. How about you drive me back to your place? We can call at that all-night chemist's on Peters Avenue on the way. There are a couple of things I think you need. Trust me Mary, by Sunday night Richard will be eating out of your hand."

Trust me! Hah!

Armed with supplies of fresh make-up - I didn't dare tell Mary that I knew exactly what she had on her dressing table - we arrived back at the house. I suggested we open a bottle of wine, that we needed to relax, to be more mellow if we were to have the right sort of approach. We demolished over half the bottle in only a few minutes before Mary got herself cleaned up and removed all her make-up, then sat at the dressing table.

"You need a new look, Mary, and I'm the one to give it to you. I can have a go at your make-up tonight, then maybe we can find you a new outfit over the weekend. I've got a dress I think you would look great in."

"A dress of yours? Raelene, no way. I couldn't get into anything of yours!"

I didn't tell her most of my success was down to my corsetry, I just mumbled that she would be rather surprised at what we could achieve. I didn't need to go too far with the cosmetic changes that evening, but I think I did convince her that I could make a difference. When we met again the next day I asked her how Richard had reacted.

"Well Raelene, I think he did notice. But he was very tired, he was working all through from nine until about ten in the evening with hardly a break, the poor dear. But I did like the way you did my eyes, it made quite a difference. I have just had my hair done, you are right, I should go to the hairdressers more often. What do you think? And the manicure too?"

I complimented her on the improvement. She probably thought there was a big difference. But I had a long way to go yet. She drove us through town to a rather seedy area, she looked a little concerned.

"Don't worry Mary" I reassured her. "I just want us to go visit the one shop."

When she saw the frontage she was probably not at all reassured. 'Whip's End' is not your ordinary kind of clothes shop. And not the most conventional shop owners, Gavin and Estelle were both quite regular customers at TWS. They enjoyed the opportunity to role-play with other clients, in fact they were probably the most extreme sexual perverts I had ever met. But charming people. If you met Gavin in the course of his job, he is a piano tuner, you'd think what a nice charming guy he was. But when he was kitted out for his fetish fun, well, you'd certainly think differently. He favoured red rubber, in almost everything. Bra and panties, dress, stockings, I'd even seen him once with a thick fluorescent scarlet condom on his cock, sat at the bar while a 'girlfriend' tried to shove it all the way down her throat.

When Gavin and Estelle had a session booked we made sure only people who had booked with them were on site. Anyone not too sure what they wanted, seeing Estelle in red rubber too, crotch-less red tights stretched over her ample behind, it could turn them off. I told Mary it would be OK and we walked in. I'd rung Gavin earlier to make sure he was sensibly dressed, not too extreme for Mary. He'd taken me at my word - he was wearing a suit. I'd never have guessed he had one but obviously he must, piano tuning is a fairly 'straight' job, he probably had some important clients.

"Hi there - Raelene" he started out, with a slight pause in the greeting. 

He'd seen me 'both ways' and had to think how to react.

"Hello Gavin" I replied. "This is Mary, she wants something just a little extreme, to really turn her husband on."

"Er Raelene, I'm not so sure. Just how extreme are you thinking?" Mary was worried.

"Trust me" I said again.

She tried on several corsets, basques, waist cinchers and so on. We settled on a black p.v.c. basque, low cut in a style I like, and too small for her. I remembered the cream basque of hers which I had worn, the one which fitted her on her wedding day. She had put on weight. But this did have the desired effect, squeezing in and up, she had a sensational cleavage. We also chose some ultra-high heel shoes and some fishnet stockings. This was going to be real fun.

And the next day, Sunday morning, I asked what Richard had noticed.

"Well he was tired again but he did sleep well. Only working this morning, he's due back about three. I didn't wear the stockings, just the basque last night. He did rather get into the cuddle on the sofa. I had a low-ish cut top on, he definitely did notice. But nothing came of it."

"Mary, I promise you, it will this afternoon. Now. Ready? For the last stage of the transformation?"

She grinned. She was enjoying this too. I had three hours to finish the job in. Plenty of time. By two o'clock I had virtually finished, I invited her to have a look at the 'new Mary' in the long mirror.

"Christ Raelene. What have you done? That's never me!"

Indeed it was her. But with changes. Improvements, I like to think. The very high heels and fishnet stockings, typical tranny wear, emphasised the fact that she still had very good legs. The short black p.v.c. dress was definitely fetish-wear, as worn on numerous occasions by ambitious transvestites at TWS. It finished about a foot above her knees, just below the stocking tops, they were going to show when she moved. It was tight over the basque, that had indeed taken some getting on, much tighter than the day before. Which meant she was looking even more voluptuous than the day before, huge bulging breasts nearly coming out of the low-cut bodice, nipples standing proud. 

I had re-done her nails in scarlet, lips too, in fact the whole make-up style was very transvestite. But Mary was definitely all woman. Her hair was swept to one side of her face revealing one of her long gold earrings, again typically tranny.

I had done it. Mary was a tart, an extreme tart. But at least, unlike most of the make-overs I had done, this was for her husband's benefit. And mine of course, I had loved doing it. She moved towards me, wiggling her hips provocatively.

"Do you think this is going too far, Raelene. Maybe Richard won't like it?"

"Mary, he will love it. I don't care how tired he is when he comes in, I guarantee you will have his pants off in two minutes. Then it's up to you. Are you ready for it?"

"I'm not so sure" was her reply. 

But she had to be ready for it, I knew what Richard could do when aroused, I wanted her to experience that thrill. I spoke quietly.

"Mary. Please. I want you to be aroused when he comes in, for him to smell the sex in you. Please. Just for a minute, close your eyes."

She did. I reached out to her thrusting boobs and, very gently, slid a finger down inside her dress to tease a nipple out, to leave it suggestively half-exposed above the black p.v.c. cup. Mary moaned. I was feeling rather uncomfortable myself. But I had to continue, I did the same to her right breast. She moaned again. I couldn't resist it. Her eyes were still closed. I moved my head closer to hers and, very gently, caressed her lips with mine. This time she quivered, but didn't pull back. I kissed her again, teasing the nipple out from its shiny black hiding place with my red-tipped talons.

"Oh Raelene, oh my god, that is gorgeous." 

And this time it was Mary who kissed me. And not quite so gently and tenderly either, she was a little more aggressive, I felt a hand slide round my waist and downwards. This was not in my plan but I couldn't help it. I was kissing my lover's wife! Suddenly she grabbed me round the neck and pulled my lips close to hers, I felt her mouth open wide and her tongue snake into mine.

We necked and fondled for several seconds, then she pulled back, still fondling my bum with her hand.

"Raelene, I promise you, I've never done anything like that before. But it feels so good. It feels very strange, I want Richard - and I want you too."

Well as far as I was concerned she could have us both. The mental image of a threesome on the bed flashed through my mind. But that was probably not a good idea in terms of doing something about their marriage. But I definitely wanted more of this. I slid my hand down the left side of her cleavage and heaved the breast out, the nipple was hard, I had to lick it, to suck it, to feel it grow in my mouth. As I got more excited Mary began to whimper.

"Oh Raelene, my darling, that is so good. Oooooooooh! Christ I want you, I don't know what is happening to me but ... Oooooooooh!!"

As I slid a finger up her thigh and into her p.v.c. panties. As I fingered her cunt, feeling her wet flesh ripple and her juices begin to ooze out she began to wriggle in ecstasy. I was having fun too, in a way I had never imagined. I wanted to strip her of all the gorgeous sexy clothes she was wearing, lie her naked on the bed - and screw her! I was desperate to. But no. It couldn't be. Or could it. Mary was getting more excited, her hands were sliding over my bum, along my stocking tops, over the bare flesh. I had to stop her. But I didn't want to. Her husband had fucked me, now I wanted to have sex with her! My own red lips opened, we French-kissed passionately, I had her breasts both out now...

The telephone rang. We parted.

"Leave it" she said, moving a hand round to the front of my panties. 




Two Way Stretch Ch. 03



'Help', I thought, alarm bells began to ring, my 'cunt' had been good enough to fool several men, including her husband, but really only while their minds had been elsewhere. 

I was not at all sure how it would stand up to close scrutiny, especially from another woman.

"You'd better get it, my love, it might be Richard - your husband."

It was. He was phoning from the service station to say he would be back a little early, in about half an hour. I heard that part of the conversation. I was relieved, we would have to stop. Unless. Déjà vu hit me. I'd been here before, sucking Richard off while he talked to Mary. Maybe ... the chance was too good to miss. I leaned her back on the bed as she continued listening, then pulled the hem of her dress up above her crotch. I heard her grunt and looked up.

"... yes, or course..."

I slid her p.v.c. panties to one side and began to fondle her pussy again, sliding my fingers gently up and down, I could hear her breathing get harder,

"... no, just a little shopping .... Yes ..."

I leaned in and began to tease her swelling clit with the tip of my tongue.

" Er yes, Richard, that will be OK ... no, not tonight, I have something a little SPECIAL planned ..."

The shouting coincided with my tongue darting in and out. I had found exactly the spot, she was beginning to buck and thrust as I kneaded her arse with my long bright red nails and smeared my tongue over her now-throbbing clitoris.

"...yes ... sorry, got to go now darling, something is coming to the boil .... Yes .. see you soon."

At which moment I heard the beep of the disconnection followed immediately by a loud scream of exultation and a very wet feeling as Mary's juices swelled up at her climax. She thrust her pelvis at my face several times before subsiding. More quickly than I would have imagined, Mary calmed down, suddenly becoming very matter-of-fact.

"Raelene. My love. My lover. That does sound so strange. But I had better get you out of here, Richard had just stopped on the M42. He's about 20 minutes away and I have to drive you home."

I managed to surface, to begin to think clearly. Whatever was going to happen I had to get out of this. Quickly.

"Mary, that was absolutely fantastic. Please, believe me, it's not what I came for. I really did come to help you, to do something for you and for Richard. The whole idea of getting you tarted up was to impress Richard, to help get the two of you back together again. Honestly."

Well, some of that was true. Mary looked into my eyes. Could she see? Did she know? Either of my secrets, that I was a transvestite? Or that I had been shagging her husband myself?

"I know that, Raelene, I do know, really, and it's not been in vain. That was a great experience for me, one I will remember for a very long time. And it has got me into the right frame of mind. I promise you, he's not going to get away. When he gets home he's going to find me, Mary the tart, ready to satisfy his every need. And if that doesn't work - well, we did have fun trying, didn't we?"

We managed to get ourselves up and dressed very quickly and Mary did drive me home, I asked her to drop me at the end of the road so that she didn't find out exactly where I lived. She did, she was in a hurry to get back and to finish getting ready. For Richard. For MY Richard. Well, I had had my fun. She could have him. They deserved each other, in so many ways.

15 The end?

And she got him. The next afternoon, as I was sitting in my little living room, still 'dressed', in a sweater and skirt and after sleeping in a sexy nightie, I rang Mary. I had a sort-of 'male' voice ready, a disguised version of Richard Wood with a fake Scottish accent in case her husband answered, I was ready to offer to sell him double glazing. But it was Mary who answered.

"Hang on, I'll get it on the other phone." 

Her voice was quiet, maybe Richard was there and possibly listening? A few seconds later she came on the line again.

"Hi lover. Sorry, I don't want to wake Richard. We're not up yet."

"Not up?! It's half past two!"

"Is it? Christ, it is. Sorry, we've both been at it all night. We've been screwing non-stop since he got back. It's a revelation, he's never been like this before. His cock has been erect almost solid since then. He admitted to me at about six that he's had an affair. He didn't say who with though. I asked him if it is someone we both know and he said yes. I told him I don't want to know if he ends it finally today. Hang on I think he's awake..."

Her voice changed, obviously she'd moved the phone away from her mouth.

".... no darling, don't.. oh Christ, again? Wow that's enormous! Oooh yes, put it in, oh my..."

At which her voice became very indistinct as if she had something in her mouth. Maybe I had started a trend, a new meaning for the term 'phone sex'! The phone clicked, then buzzed. I put it down and smiled.

In fact Richard didn't end it that day, he didn't know where to contact me. I wondered whether to change back, to Richard, then I realised that 'Raelene' had to see Richard very soon. So I stayed dressed all that day and night, then walked into work the next morning in my 'secretary' suit - I just love the black stockings and high heels. And as I turned down the alley to walk towards the office door, who should be there, in his car, waiting?

"Raelene, I have to talk. Don't say anything, this is difficult for me. I was going to say something last weekend but I never got the chance. It's over between us I am afraid. I've got back together with Mary. She doesn't know about us, and I want to keep it that way. Sorry if this is so sudden ...."

I smiled and leaned to kiss him on the lips, just lightly.

"Richard. I'm so happy for you. Don't worry, having met Mary last week she seems such a nice person. Darling. Be happy!"

I turned and walked into the office. I heard the car start and move off behind me. That was that. Money sorted. Future of the company - sorted in a way. My sex life - well, active certainly. My sexuality - indeterminate. Straight? No. Gay? Probably. Bisexual, well, yes.

Lesbian? Well, yes. Certainly. That night proved it. As I was finishing my stint on reception, thinking of changing back again, Sarah came up to me and slid her arms round my waist. I turned and she gently touched her scarlet-coated lips to mine.

"Raelene, honey. I've been looking up your tight skirt and down your gorgeous cleavage all day and I am SO aroused. I never thought I'd say this to my boss but - get your knickers off!"