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Being Joanne by Meryl Davids "Hi", "Hi back", I said, I'd just got back from work, I hated office work, but we needed the money, for when we got married. Jane was a Nurse. I worked at a bank. I used to work as a Nurse, and loved every minute of it, Jane was just about burned out and wanted to get a Nurse managers job, to get her away from direct patient care. I had joked with her that we should swop jobs, "yeah sure", was all she said. I couldn't help the clearly audible sigh, which I made when I saw her. "What are you doing wearing trousers again"? She said rocking her head side to side. "Being comfortable" she answered her own question. She knew that I preferred her to wear a skirt, or dress. She has a fantastic figure, and wearing baggy sweat shirts over jeans did nothing to show it. Her mother had told me that she had always been a tomboy, preferring to play football with the boys, rather than "girly games" with the local girls. "If you want a traditional wedding ceremony, the closest you'll get, is if you wear the dress", she had said when we got engaged. "We are supposed to be going out tonight, are you going to get changed", "No", Jane replied, "we're only going to the club, nowhere special". "We don't have to be going anywhere special, for me to want you to look nice". "Oh I've got to suffer for you have I". "No, but there 's nothing wrong with looking feminine once in a while". Shit she's done it again, I didn't mean to say that, she has a terrible temper, and once her back is up she won't give way. I just know she'll go ape, and refuse point blank. "In that case", she said quietly, "You can wear a dress. After all, as you've just said, there's nothing wrong with looking feminine is there". "There is for me. I'm a man". "I could get that changed, a quick word with Mr. Brown, he's a dab hand at gender reassignment". "Funny" I sneered back, she had caught me unawares, I wasn't expecting this type of reaction. "I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll get changed into girly clothes, as long as you go out wearing my underwear". "What? , You want me to wear your clothes"? "Yes, if you think you can tell me what to wear, I don't see why I shouldn't tell you". "Okay you win". "What, you'll wear them"? "No you stay as you are". "You chicken, no one could see, and you'd get your way for once". "Okay, okay, I'll do it". "Oh good, come on then, and learn how uncomfortable it can be". "Holy Shit what have I done, what if it shows". "Here you are, one bra, one suspender belt, one pair panties, one pair black stockings". She had just handed me the matching set of underwear that I had bought her last Christmas, she had just grunted, and obviously stuck them away, never to be used. "Well you bought them, so they obviously suit your taste, they might be a bit tight, on you, but what the hell". Thank God that I didn't go overboard, when I bought them, They were the sort of underwear that a woman would wear every day, not the over the top stuff of many mens fantasies, creamy coloured, and not overly frilly, except for lace on the upper part of the bra cups, and all around the suspender belt. "Oh yes, you get changed first", she said. She sat on the bed, oh! What the hell, it can't be that bad, can it, women wear this stuff all the time, but I'm not a woman. I started to get undressed, I wouldn't have gone out without changing anyway, totally stripped off, I picked up the panties, "suspender belt, and stockings first", panties over the top of the straps". I put down the panties, and picked up the suspender belt, I couldn't believe it, there I was putting on the very clothes that I wanted Jane to wear, the fine denier stockings came next, wow what a feeling, my dick felt so, as well, and totally let me down by shooting up into a monstrous hard on, "Well well, what do we have here, put your panties on, and cover it up". I did this, but it just poked out of the top, Jane picked up the bra, and told me to hold out my arms, then she slipped it over my arms, and fastened it on the tightest fastener at the back, pushing the spare fat, on my chest, into small tits. Looking over my shoulder, easy for her as we are relatively the same height, as well as size, she started to fondle both of my tits, by now my old man was fit to burst, and promptly did, shooting a stream of spunk into the air. Jane giggled, I was amazed, at how easy I had become aroused, I can usually control my urges better than that. Jane stripped off, and said we could always stay in, and have some fun, but I had subsided, and wasn't ready for anything further. "Okay get dressed", she said. I decided that I needed to make sure that the bra didn't show, and borrowed one of Janes baggy sweatshirts, navy blue, and no logos. "More of my clothes", she said raising an eyebrow, "Here I've brought you some clean panties, were going to have to hide that thing between your legs, These first", she handed me a pair of her cycling shorts. I must have given her a quizzical look, because she explained that it was to ensure that I sat down to go to the toilet, there were ten pairs of panties to go over the top of these. "Why so many"? I said, "because I'm going to hide your masculinity", she said. I looked at her, standing there in a set of underwear, including a waist slip, and a T shirt. "Why" I said. "To make you feel more feminine" was the reply. Damn how was I going to get out of this. Moving behind me she pushed my testicles up into their respective inguinal canals, and pulled my now flaccid dick between my legs. She told me that I would have to put all the knickers on to my legs up above my knees, but cycling shorts first, These were proper cycling shorts, with padding across the crutch, she used to do it a lot in her younger days. She then got me to push my own balls up into my body, and clamp my dick between my legs, after that I had to pull up the shorts, and panties. I was amazed at the outcome, it looked as if there was nothing there. She then said that she was satisfied, and that I could but my own socks on to cover up the stockings if I wanted to, this I did, and then put my jeans, and shoes on, I felt uncomfortable, but at least nothing showed. Jane appeared wearing a denim knee length skirt, and court shoes, with a 2-inch heel. She then proceeded to pull my jeans all the way up like a woman would wear them, and pulled the belt two holes tighter. Standing back she nodded her approval. "Your car, you're driving, I'll need a stiff drink with this lot to contend with". She smiled said "okay", what no argument, what had she got in store for me now? She told me to go to the car while she went to get her keys. When she returned, she had an overnight bag with her, she was doing an early the next day, and had borrowed a room in the nurses home from her friend, Susan, who was on holiday, I thought that meant that I would be coming home, without her, but she wanted me to stay overnight, after all we were both on holiday after she finished that shift. I was worried that someone would discover my secret, especially as it was noted that I went into a cubicle every time that I went into the toilet, even having to wait at times. I seemed to be going more than usual, when I mentioned this to Jane she admitted to having put a diuretic in my drink to make me use the toilet more often. I told her that she had better get rid of all her trousers for putting me through this, but she just smiled a wicked smile in return. When we staggered back, well I did anyway, to the nurses home, Jane made an orange drink, with added vitamin C, to reduce the effect of the booze in the morning, I think mine had a sleeping pill in it, she let me undress, but wanted me to keep the bra stockings, and suspenders on, and asked if I was warm enough, "not really" I said she handed me a petticoat, that matched my other underwear, I put it on, as I knew that there would be nothing else, and she had cleared my other clothes away, thus attired I lay down on the bed, she got on beside me, and pulled the covers over us. She was wearing a nightie, and snuggled up to me, "this feels so nice" she said, I had to agree, she felt that we should do it more often, and started to stroke my leg, "ever thought about being a lesbian" she inquired, not really I had replied, for a start off I'm a Man, "shame, you'd make a good woman". "And walk down the aisle wearing white, I suppose", I Said. "Hmm", was the last thing that I heard. The next day I awoke to find myself alone, still wearing my female underwear. Coffee I thought, God, I need coffee. No kettle, her friend must use the boiler in the homes kitchen, and I needed the toilet, again a communal item. I would have to get dressed. I couldn't find my clothes, where the hell had she put them, no good, I had to stand and pee into the sink. Having gone through every possible place that she could have put my clothes, It finally dawned on me that there were none of my clothes in the room, in fact all I could find was a drawer full of underwear, several nurses uniforms, and a couple of navy blue cardigans, in the wardrobe, further inspection discovered a thick petersham belt, resplendent with a large silver buckle. I was desperate for a drink, and the tap water tasted dreadful, besides which I was hungry, and I was well aware that the food would be locked in the kitchen in her friends locker, at least the key was there, hanging on the back of the door, but how was I going to get to the kitchen. I would have to borrow one of Susans uniforms. Susan was a Senior Sister, her dresses were Navy Blue, with a round neck, with a broderie anglaise collar, the sleeves were puffed out, and had cuffs made out of the same broderie anglaise as the collar. Shit they zipped up at the back, Janes all buttoned up at the front, Susan was older, and I suspected that these uniforms were from an earlier time in the Hospitals history. What the hell, I was dressed in female underwear, what was a dress between friends, after all I was desperately Hungry. I stepped into the dress, pushing my petticoat down, and pushed my arms into the sleeves, the problem was how to zip it up, I obviously wasn't used to it, I struggled to get the zip up, eventually I made it by putting the hook of the hanger through the hole in the end of the zipper tag, and pulling it up. Then I put the belt on, I had to breathe in, but it did fasten, I then put the cardigan on, am I ready, I thought, okay check the mirror. "Jesus what has she done to my hair" I couldn't believe it, my hair is long, or should I say was long, it used to fall just below my shoulder blades, with no fringe, now it was cut into a shoulder length bob, with a fringe, just the way I wanted Jane to cut hers. As a natural blonde my beard didn't show up much, but still needed shaving, there wasn't a razor to be found, but there was a tube of facial hair depilatory cream, I read the instructions, and cleared my face of hair. Shoes were no problem, we had discovered a shoe shop which sold cheap duty shoes, the mocassin type, looking carefully we decided that the differences between the mens, and womens was that the heel was slightly higher in the womens, and as far as the uppers were concerned, the heel was slightly lower, inside was lined with a soft inner, the laces were positioned slightly further forward to mens, which suits me as I have a high instep, were made in a softer leather, and more importantly, I got five pairs for the price of two pairs of mens shoes, no contest, but obviously this was a portent of the position in which I now found myself. Shoes on, deep breath, here we go. I had my hand on the lock, and was listening for movement, no sound here we go. Opening the door as quietly as possible, I looked out, no one there, thank God for that, at least I had an idea where the kitchen was, I had "lived in", when I was training, all the homes were identical in layout. I moved swiftly out of the door, and into the corridor, much to swiftly, I heard the door click shut behind me. Shit I had forgotten about the doors closing automatically. There I was in the corridor, and no key to get back in to the room. Oh well I may as well get some food. I carried on to the lockers, and found Susans locker, opening it there was a package, a car key, and a letter, addressed to me, but no food. Now what do I do, the toilet before someone sees me. Quickly walking down the corridor, I make it to the toilet The package held a present for me, a pair of silicon implants, like those used in breast enhancement, a lipstick, and a tube of mascara the letter simply said that they car key was for me to go home, she was not coming to pick me up, and the falsies etc. might help a little. P.S. Susan doesn't know anything about this. So that was it, I was on my own. Again I struggled with the zip, at the back of my dress, until I eventually got it down far enough to pull it down my back, falsies in place, another struggle, and I'm properly dressed again. Out of the cubicle, in front of the mirror. Putting on the black mascara, was easier than I expected, and the pink lipstick, nothing extravagant for a working Nurse, was just as easy, bottom lip, squeeze together, squeeze on tissue paper, three times that will do. Jane was right with the boobs, and the belt pulling in my waist I made a passable woman. Right now to find her car, again I stepped out into the corridor, walking steadily, running would have attracted the attention of anyone coming in, and headed for the stairs, I didn't want to risk being stuck in the lift, a not uncommon occurrence in the home. On the stairs, I walked past quite a few people. "Evening Sister", Christ no wonder I was Hungry, I hadn't realised the time, was the general greeting, I just smiled back, I couldn't trust my voice. I was also acutely aware of the rustling sound, and wonderful feeling of the petticoat rubbing against my stocking clad legs. Finding the car wasn't easy, she had moved it since we had come out the night before, or was it the night before, I suddenly realised that I did not know what day it was. Eventually, many greetings later, and a few strange looks from visitors asking me the way to different wards, one woman definitely sussed me, "fancy dress party", I said to allay any ideas she may have had, I found Janes car, she must have been using mine, her car could be parked on the more secure staff car park, mine couldn't, as I don't have a pass. Another letter was in the car, it said, hope your enjoying yourself, looking feminine once in a while, I've gone to the caravan in South Wales, if I'm still here when you get home, you can come, and join me. Great, I've got to get home, then drive to Wales. I waited until it was dark before going home, I didn't want anyone to see me, fortunately I had a remote control fitted to Janes car for the garage door. She often came home late, when I'd be down the Pub, so I didn't have to get out of the car, until I was in the garage. Inside the door shut, but there was to be no respite, the back door was locked, and I knew there was no way on earth that I could break in through that door, it was a thick fire door, as required by local regulations. Sneaking round to the front, hoping that no one was looking I tried my key in the front door, it worked, and I was inside. A blinding flash went off, part of the anti theft system we had put in, my photo was now on file in the computer. It also attracted the nosy neighbour from across the road, "Only me" I shouted, "forgot to turn it off". Fortunately it worked, and he went away. I headed for the kitchen, to get some thing to eat, I wasn't surprised to see the light was on, we usually left it on to deter burglars further. What did surprise me was my wife sitting in the kitchen, with a woman that I didn't know. "I see that you finally found the car then, Kath rang to say that you were wandering around the car parks". "You told her", I said amazed. "No she just noticed you, and rang to tell me, I told her that you were going to a fancy dress party, she said that was what you had said". Great now the whole Hospital would know. "Can I get changed now"? "Well you could say hello to Jackie first, she used to be Jack before she met Mr. Brown". "Really how interesting", I was fed up, and didn't want to share Jane with anyone at the time, I wanted to yell at her for what she had made me do. "Don't worry I'm not letting you see Mr. Brown, unless you really want to, but go and get changed, I've got a surprise for you". "Right well you can unzip me first", how many times had I had that said to me. Unzipping me she said have a shower, but don't wash your hair we're going out when you've got changed, oh and use that new shower gel, it smells lovely. "Yes! What did you do to my hair"? "Well you needed a hair cut, and I thought it might help if I cut it, I know you like that style". "Yes but I did mean it for you, not me". Putting Janes shower cap on I climbed into the bath, and showered using the gel, too late I noticed all the hair disappearing off my body. "Jane", I yelled. "Yes dear". "What the fuck are you doing to me". "Taking you out, when your ready" she smiled sweetly. I dried myself off, and went to get dressed. Neatly laid out on the bed were the clothes for me to wear, Jane was there fully dressed, "Is this what you're wearing" I asked "No you are, unless you want your uniform back". "Okay that's it I've had enough, where are my clothes"? "On the bed dear, she said". "No, MY Clothes", I was getting really fed up with this. "I've taken them to South Wales already". "What all of them". "Yes, and you'll have to come with me to get them, now get dressed we're going out with Jackie, otherwise I'll let you go to Wales on your own". Reluctantly I started to get dressed again, tucking away my manhood, and inserting the implants into my Bra, I pulled on the blouse over my head, a baby blue long sleeved blouse, with a single button fastening at the back, the black knee length pencil skirt was lined so I didn't need a slip, I was wearing fine nearly black tights, and Jane had been spending my money, on a pair of two inch stiletto heeled black patent court shoes, (come to bed shoes), Jane then retouched my make up, adding eye liner, and eye shadow, wow I was some woman. What was I thinking? She gave me one of her coats, blue, and knee length, and a handbag, black to match my shoes, it contained my money, cash card, lipstick, mascara a pack of three condoms, and two tampons, "well you never know do you". "Right girls, lets go clubbing". The shoes, and skirt, severely limited my walking, and I discovered that I could only take small steps, and had to place my feet in line, which caused my bum to wiggle as I walked, much to the enjoyment of Jane who followed me out, and commented on it. Getting into the car was difficult, wearing my nurses uniform I didn't have any problem, as it was fairly full skirted, but trying to get in with this skirt was a nightmare, I couldn't get my leg up high enough. Jane was standing there, laughing at me, and commented on how much easier it was when you wear trousers."Sit down, and slide your legs in" said Jackie. Yes he, or is it she, was right it was easier, fortunately Jane was driving, she said that I needed more practice driving in high heels, and a tight skirt before she would trust me to drive on a busy road. I said it was unlikely that I would ever be able to practice doing that, she smiled at me, and said "why there's nothing wrong with looking feminine once in a while is there". I was expecting to go to a gay club that we had been to with some other members of staff from the Hospital, but no we went to an ordinary club, my complaints were ignored, and we wound up inside. I didn't need a watch to time how long it was before we were approached by three unattached men. Jane, and Jackie were well away with it, and soon were up and dancing. I didn't really have any choice, I had to dance as well, stone cold sober, dancing with a man, who thought that I was a woman. End of record, good I can sit down, no I can't, it's a slow one, and he's got me clamped close to him, Jane, and Jackie got away, obviously there's a trick to it that I don't know. I can see them giggling away. Meanwhile, I'm clamped to this Guy. I haven't a clue what his name is. At last I can get away, "Thank you" I mouthed, he probably thought that he could not hear due to the music. "You bitches. You could have rescued me". "No, you save that kind of talk for the Ladies" chided Jane, otherwise you don't know who is listening, and might tell him, besides they bought us a drink, and they're bloody expensive in here. Jackie turned out to be very good company, and we were having a good laugh, mainly at the expense of men, and knocking back exotic cocktails. We finished the night dancing together, and I managed to grab Jane for the last slow dance, just before the Guy from before grabbed me. "We're lesbians" she said, he shook his head, and muttered what a waste, as he left. Holding Jane close to me felt very different to previous slow dances with her, my falsies pushing against her boobs, and the bottom of her dress brushing my nylon clad legs. We got a taxi home, none of us was fit to drive, this time I managed to get into the car a little easier than last time, all three of us squeezed into the back seat, and spent the ride giggling at Jackie winding the driver up, she reckoned that he probably had to go off, and have a wank when he dropped us off. The three of us went in to the house, and collapsed into the easy chairs, my feet, and calves ached, I kicked off my shoes, and said how much better it was with them off, "You Should try wearing them all the time" she said. "All right" I said, "you win let me have my clothes back, you have hidden them haven't you". "Yes in Wales". "Really"? "Yes". "You will need to take that make up off, before you go to bed, I have put a nightie in the bathroom for you". I trudged off to the bathroom, and washed my face, my lips appeared to be stained by the lipstick, as the colour would not completely come off, the mascara ran at first but I eventually got it off. The nightie was short, and only came down half way on my thighs, it seemed to flare out at the bottom, it had a flowery design, and was made of some sort of shiny fibre, that was smooth to touch, but held its shape. I went into the bedroom, wearing only the nightie, Jane, and Jackie, were both there wearing cream coloured ankle length nighties, and negligees "where have your boobs gone" Jane asked, "the bathroom, I'm a man, I don't have boobs", "you don't look like a man to me, you're sleeping with Jackie tonight, she's going to show you how to be a real woman", "What"? "Well she's going for the final operation in two days, so we thought it would be a good idea if she had a good finish to being a she male". "You want me to sleep with a man". "Well most women do, and you look like a woman to me", "no I won't do it". She didn't answer, but threw me the car keys, and smiled. "Okay, come on Jackie lets go to bed". Jackie told me that I didn't have to sleep with him if I didn't want to, or we could sleep toes to nose, I had started to like Jackie, and thought that I could trust him. I got into bed, Jackie took off his negligee, and I saw that he had real boobs, they looked a really nice pair. He turned off the light, and got into bed, lying with his back to me, whether it was my male self taking charge, the alcohol, or both I don't know, but I couldn't help but put my arm around him to feel his breasts, they weren't huge, about a B cup, but felt nice, and firm, his nipples were smaller than a real woman, but bigger than a mans. "Don't handle the goods, if you can't afford the cost, he said, I asked him what he meant, he said that we would have to have sex, if I continued, okay I said, it was definitely the drink. "You first" he said, "roll on to your back, and open your legs", I was out of control now, and did as he asked. He disappeared below the sheets, and got between my legs, taking my dick in his mouth he gave me a blow job like I have never had before, I wouldn't be able to do this for him though, never mind I could always wank him off. Jackie had other ideas, and after repeatedly coming down his throat, I fell into the post intercourse Petit Mort stage. Jackie took this opportunity to smear his dick with Vaseline, and moved up to lie on me, he pulled my legs up, and as I woke up he landed a big kiss right on my lips, then started to nibble my ears, while he was fondling my body, he was very good at foreplay, he could definitely give me some lessons, I was getting aroused again, suddenly I felt his finger go up my backside, "I can stop if you want me to" he said, "no I agreed, and after that blow job, I owe you something, besides, I want you to do it again", "Greedy". He started to kiss me again, and I felt his dick push against my back passage, a gentle push, and he began to enter me, oh god what was I doing, he was very gentle, but carried on pushing himself all the way in, "all right", he asked "Yes", he began to slowly move in and out of my hole, building up to a crescendo, his boobs banging on my chest, I strangely found the process fairly enjoyable, and the movement against my dick made me come again, at least I think that's why I came. We both fell asleep for the rest of the night, after that. The sun was streaming through the window, "Morning girls", Jane shouted. My head hurt, and so did my bum, and I was lying with a man, who had shagged me during the night, and was now lying with his arm around me. Jane smiled "Noisy night, wasn't it, your clothes are in the bathroom". Jackie let go of me, and I staggered off to the bathroom, after a quick wash, I got dressed, underwear, was the same as last night, but Jane had washed it for me, There was also a full skirted petticoat, and Janes cream negligee from the night before, which I put on, and went for breakfast. A bowl of cereal was all that I fancied, with copious amounts of tea, Jackie appeared, looking tremendous, perfect make up, and hair, how does he do it. "Bye lover, thanks for last night", and with that he was gone. "Want to tell me about it"? "No", "never mind I'll get the goss when she comes for the final op". Shit I thought, how will I ever live this down. She then switched on the computer monitor, and looked at the Photo from the night before, there I was looking every inch a female nurse, suits you she said, even with so little make up you look just like a real woman. She then cut, and blew up the picture, to make a passport size photo of my head and shoulders, and printed it out. "We'll need that for your pass on the caravan park, unless you want to do another". "No" I said, "why do I need another pass, I've already got one". "No, you haven't, John might have, but Joanne hasn't", and you have to have a pass to get in". We went to get dressed, she had put out a full skirted summer dress for me to wear, a red background, and little flowers printed all over it. Have a shave first she said, then put on a little lippie, I went into the bathroom, had a shave, and applied the makeup. The dress had a tight fitting bodice, and no sleeves, the neckline was scooped, front, and back, but not enough to show any breast tissue, I couldn't manage to pull up the zip. "Breath in, there you are, perfect", she said as she zipped me in, she then handed me a red shrug to put on, another fashion disaster she had taken a shine to, but never worn, it matched the dress quite well, and just about covered the scoop neck at the back, the sleeves stopped short of my wrists, by about four inches. "Can't I stay here while you get my clothes", "no we're going on holiday". I knew that tone, and decided that discretion was the better part of valour, "and before we go we've got to fetch my car back, get your shoes on, the court shoes, not your own". She went to the door, and waited for me, obviously she wanted me to follow her, my car was parked around the corner, I had hoped that she would drive it back to our house, but no she wanted me to go with her. The coat from the night before wasn't long enough for this dress, so I couldn't wear one. I went to the door, and stepped through I was again aware of the sound of material brushing against my legs, and the exposed feeling that these clothes engendered. Jane banged the door behind us, and I felt totally exposed, outside my house in daylight, everyone could see me, worse still they would know it was me if I drove the car. Jane must have realised this, and she had the keys, I went to the passenger side, she seemed to take an age to get into the car, and left me waiting before opening my door, I didn't even think about getting in this time, sit down swing legs in together. We soon got to the car park, and Jane went to fetch her car, I had to get out and walk round to the drivers side, no problem, there was no one around, besides which I was getting used to wearing these clothes now. I waited until she came up beside me, she stopped, and told me that I was nearly out of petrol, and would need to fill up, she would see me back at home. I started the engine, and looked at the fuel gauge, it was below zero, Shit I thought I can't get home on that. I drove to the nearest petrol station, bollocks it wasn't empty there was a van there filling up. I pulled up at a pump as far away from the van as possible, fat chance. "Need any help with that love", "I've got a better pump than that, come here, and I'll show you", and it carried on although I turned my back to them, obnoxious gits, I thought, fortunately by the time I had filled up, they were gone. I walked in to pay, and got away with not speaking to the pimply youth behind the counter, back in the car, and home. Janes car wasn't there so I presumed it was in the garage, I pulled on to the drive, still no sign so I went to the door, again well aware of what I was wearing, I didn't feel safe this close to home. Jane answered the door, and I was back into the safety of my own home, "I've nearly finished packing", she said "take out those cases", I knew that I would have to do it, otherwise no male clothes. Fortunately there didn't appear to be anyone around, and I was able to take the cases out, by the time I had taken out the third case, I didn't dare take more than one at a time in those shoes, Jane came out with the last case, wearing jeans, and flat shoes. The drive to wales was uneventful, although it did strike me that if I got pulled up, or had an accident, that I would have a hard job explaining the situation. Jane made me practice speaking with a higher pitched voice, apparently you keep your tongue flat, and use a higher part of your vocal chords. We arrived in Wales just in time for the weather to change, the rain was coming down hard, and a wind had got up, I couldn't park near to the Office, where we would have to sign in, and we had to run to get there, run that's a laugh in those shoes, with my skirt blowing around, I had to hold it down, Jane easily beat me. By the time I got there I was soaking wet, hair sticking to my face, and skirt sticking to me, and dripping water down my legs, into my shoes. "See I told you to wear your jeans, now look at you" said Jane, in a loud voice, "come on Joanne you sign in here". I went over, and signed in, a simple J. Smith, I didn't want to give Jane the pleasure of writing in Joanne. I didn't get away with it though, I had to hand over the photo, and fill in a new form, Name, Joanne Smith, sex, female, D.O.B., I lied. The receptionist went away, and came back with my pass, sealed in plastic, I was definitely Miss Joanne Smith. We collected our cases, and trudged off to the caravan, the grass was soaking, and needed cutting, already soaking wet, the worst part was my heels sinking into the soft mud, "Enjoying your femininity now", Jane asked me. "Right where are my clothes"? "Mostly in the loft at home, but if you really want to wear them, there's a case in the wardrobe". "Of course I want to wear them, I am a man after all". "Not according to your pass, Joanne, and what man would cut his hair like that, and shave his body hair off". I glared at her, picked up my case, and took it into the bedroom, towelling myself dry, I put on a T shirt, my own pants, and socks, and a pair of jeans. "Are we going out tonight Joanne"? "John, if it stops raining". "You're not planning on going out like that are you, look in the mirror". I took a look, and there was no doubt about it from the neck up I looked female, my face was made up, and my hair was definitely feminine. This made me look like a flat chested woman. "Put your bra, and boobs on, and a nightie, and we can go to bed early" she said. "Are you serious"? "O yes, in fact if you put your, panties, stockings, and suspenders on, I might just do for you what Jackie did". "You know", I said. "Of course I was watching you from the doorway, I almost dived in with you, I haven't got a dildo though so you will have to try to do that bit. My dick grew at the thought of this, and I was soon back in the bedroom getting my clothes off. Jane came through the door with a lacy red bra, panties, and suspender belt set, in one hand, and a black Basque, in the other. "Which do you fancy wearing then"? I went for the red stuff, the Basque looked to small for me, and I didn't want to look like Frankenfurter. I was getting better at this, and soon was dressed, with falsies in place. Jane came in wearing the Basque, and stockings, wow she looked good. We dived into bed, and started fondling each other, our legs rubbing against each other in our stockings was amazing. Jane was rubbing my dick through my lacy panties, and try as I might I lost control, and shot all over the place, Jane put her hand down my panties, and then ducked down. To suck my dick, she seemed to suck it back into life. She then slid up my body, and sat astride me, gently lowering herself on my rejuvenated dick. "Open your legs", I did wondering what was, coming. Jane lay herself flat, and pulled her legs inside of mine, clamping her mouth to mine she forced her tongue into my mouth, not really, I let her, but it sounds good, and I was enjoying her being in charge, so I didn't put up much of a fight. She then started to slowly move up and down, shagging herself on my dick, having just come once it took a long time for me to come again, she came before I did, and was well on the way to her second orgasm, when I erupted. I don't remember anything else that night, but the next morning Jane was gone, she had left a note, gone for breakfast, join me there, don't forget your pass. I didn't go, I thought she would bring me something back, she did. "I'm disappointed" she said. "Why"? "Well I thought you were enjoying yourself, I wanted to spend the holiday with Joanne, not John". "You mean you want me to be a woman for the week"? "Permanently would be better, you're far nicer as a woman than as a man". I was gob smacked, how could this be. "What do you mean, I'm nicer as a woman than as a man", "we haven't argued once since you started wearing those clothes have we", "only because you would leave me stuck like this", "really, are you trying to say you haven't enjoyed yourself at all"? I couldn't bring myself to reply, I didn't usually like going clubbing, and didn't dance if I could help it, but I had really enjoyed the night out as a woman. She just stood there smiling at me. "What are we going to do today then", I thought that I could change the subject. "I've entered us in the tennis tournament", "singles or doubles", "Doubles", "so the first match will be tomorrow, we can get some practice", "no today", "the mixed always starts on Tuesday, why is it different this year", "it isn't", "have I lost a day somewhere", "You said mixed, I didn't". It slowly dawned on me that we could not be in the mixed doubles, we were in the ladies competition. "Skirt, or dress", she asked. "Do I have to", "yes, come on we might win a holiday abroad next year", "where, Lesbos"? Jane fell about laughing at that, "at least you've, improved your sense of humour", "skirt, it won't feel as bad if I'm wearing a T shirt" I said. Jane opened a case, and produced our tennis kit, matching each other, she was obviously serious about this. The top was not a T shirt, but a pink Polo shirt, with two buttons closely together at the bottom, of the V neck, but no others, the pleated skirt was white, with a pink waist band, and half inch hem, we also had matching socks, white with pink hoops around the top, turned over they only just showed above our shoes, not like my normal socks at all. "Just how long have you been planning this" I said, "about two months, but I didn't think it would be so easy, I was only going to leave you in the Nurses home, until I picked you up to come here, your coming home, wasn't really planned, I never expected you to come home, but I left the car just in case". "I might not of had any clothes on when I came out of her room", "I can't see you doing that, the door might have shut behind you". "It did", I then told her about my trip home, she was really surprised. "Well if you could do that on your own, playing tennis will be easy". We got dressed, The shirt clung to my breasts, and the skirt was very short, Jane gave me a pair of pink cotton panties, to put on with layers of lace, on the bottom half of the rear, They will show when you bend forwards, she had explained, I know I've ogled plenty of women myself. We picked up our rackets, which we usually left at the caravan, and stepped out. We made our way to the court, a mens doubles was just coming to the end. Jane started to shout support, to one of the men, she had played mixed doubles with him last year when I was injured, he was six foot three tall, had a brilliant physique, and always seemed to be tanned perfectly, makes you sick doesn't it, they had made it to the semi final, and he really wanted to partner her again this year, she had told him no chance if I was fit. Having won he, Richard, and Paul his partner came over to us. "Thanks for the support, I suppose I'm wasting my time asking for you to partner me in the mixed again", "Not at all, I'm here with Joanne, John hasn't come." "That's great, I'll go and enter us shall I, and do you want me to enter Joanne with Paul", "what a good idea", right what's your last name Joanne". "Smith" I said hoping that my higher pitched voice wouldn't give me away. "Paul Jones", said his friend, wow if Richard was good looking then this guy was a god, He had the same build, but had blonde hair and blue eyes, Adonis eat your heart out. "Hello Paul, I hope your going to play with me like you do with Richard ", I said. Richard seemed to laugh at that. "I hope so to" said Paul. Richard went off, but Paul stayed to watch, probably to see how well I could play. He walked to whichever end we were playing at, I was aware that he could see up my skirt, every service, but by the end of the game, which we won six - love, six - love, I had got used to it. Richard was back, when we came off, he said that he had managed to get us into different halves of the draw, and having seen my serve, he was glad that he had. We walked back to our caravan, and Jane asked them in for a coffee, they decided that they really needed a shower, they'd had a five setter. I'd had some trouble with my falsies, so Jane decided that they must need a little help, and she went out to the car, coming back she applied a liquid to my chest, and carefully pressed the breasts into position, I thought I hope that's not SuperGlue, it wasn't, it was a skin glue, much stronger, and the stuff to remove it was at home, as she discovered, after putting my breasts in place, at least, she was pleased that she got it right first time. The men got knocked out in the next round, no problem, they could spend more time with us. The next game for us was that afternoon, this time we had to wear the dresses, They were sleeveless, with tiny flowers embroidered around the neck, and hem, shorter than my skirt, and fitted on to our hips with no pleats or vents, zipped in, and the hem showing the bottom edge of my knickers, this time they were white. I felt really exposed, and out of control, I played out of my skin to get off court, another six - love, six - love win saw to that, Only for Paul to suggest that I wore my dress for the mixed doubles. Jane decided that we should go to the beach, for a rest, she had a white bikini, but I opted for a red flowered one piece costume. Jane pulled on a T shirt dress, and gave me a sarong to wrap around my waist, we both had flip flops which were usually left in the caravan, so we trudged off to the beach to do some sunbathing. I got worked up applying the sun tan cream, and had to lie on my stomach until it subsided. Richard, and Paul came over to the van, later after we had gone and got changed to go out, Jane was wearing a pale green knee length sun dress, with short sleeves, so I went for the dress that I had worn to travel down in, much to Janes disgust, and a white cardigan. Richard was driving, so we climbed into the back of the car. The men had decided that they were going to take us to a local Pub for a meal. We had a great time, and decided to let Richard have a drink, he was sharing a house with Paul for the week, close to the pub, and using the caravan sites facilities, on a day to day payment basis, so we could spend the night there. We staggered back to the house, very much inebriated, and collapsed into the double settees. I was sitting with Paul, who had his arm around my shoulders, and Jane with Richard. "So, what's it like being a woman John", said Richard I sat there amazed, "You arsehole, there was no reason for that", said Paul. Jane wanted to know how he knew, he explained that he thought I looked familiar, and had looked at a photo he had from last year, and as I hadn't been introduced, as John's sister, he was fairly sure it was me, and told Paul what he had suspected. Paul said he didn't mind, he was bi sexual, and it was no big deal. I don't know why, but I burst in to tears, Paul pulled me to him, and stroked my hair, telling me that it was alright, he was very good at comforting me, and somehow I felt safer in his arms, than at any time, since this began. I snuggled up close to him. Jane explained everything that had happened, and why, in as much detail as she could. "Would you sleep with me"? I looked up at Paul, he wasn't joking, "if your gentle", I couldn't believe that I said that, I think it was a way of getting back at Jane, and I was drunk. Paul stood up, and pulled me to my feet, then led me by the hand to his bedroom, Jane sat there with her mouth wide open, even Richard looked shocked, somehow I knew that their relationship was platonic. Paul shut the door behind him, and took me in his arms. He then started to kiss me, I put my arms around his neck, and held him there, he was at least seven inches taller than me, even in my heels. He lifted me off the ground, and carried to the bed, where we collapsed across it. His hand went up my skirt, and started to rub my dick, I started to rub his, through his trousers. "Hold on a sec.", I said. I got up, and went to get my handbag, Jane, and Richard were sat there chatting. "That was quick", said Jane. "I'll see you in the morning", was my reply. I opened my handbag, and got out one of the condoms that Jane had made me put in it, when we went out with Jackie. Paul looked surprised, I think he thought that I wanted to shag him, I pulled down his zip, and undid his trousers, "Get em off". He stood up, and dropped his trousers, and pants. His dick was every bit in proportion with the rest of him, much bigger than Jackie's. I opened the condom, and went over to him. Squeezing to top, I placed it on his member, rolling it down slowly, he was evidently getting very worked up by this, he couldn't control himself, his hands both went up my skirt, and pulled my panties down, we fell back on the bed, I kicked off my panties, and shoes, he sat up and removed his trousers, rolling back he climbed on top of me, and I opened my legs, I felt like I was going to split open as his member entered me, but he was very gentle, is it only het men who bang it in, he was supporting most of his weight with his arms, so I put my arms around him, and laid back, I certainly was not thinking of England, If Jackie had been good, Paul was fantastic, I knew that he was aroused when I put his condom on, but I came well before he did, I always enjoyed sex with women, but somehow this was much better. Paul eventually climaxed, and rolled off, leaving me to sleep in the wet patch, now I know why women complain. The next day it was raining, so the tennis was cancelled, for the week, they couldn't fit all the games in, we thought it was to save themselves the holiday, and Jane told them so. She came back smiling, they had given her the prize, for the Ladies doubles, apparently they were donated by a local firm, and they thought that we would have won anyway. We had a week away booked for Jane, and Joanne Smith, am I ever going to get over this. Richard came in, Pauls mother had been taken ill, and he was going to drive him home. "We might as well go home as well" I said, "no not yet, it might brighten up, and we might meet someone else, besides you are ahead of me". "What do you mean by that"? "You've got laid twice, and I shagged myself with you, plus at least two blow jobs, your four one up on me", "So you want to find another man", "no I'm not looking for another man, I'm just jealous, and you didn't even want to be in this position". "It has been fun, but scary too", "so you do like being a woman", "well I'm not in a rush to change back, if we can go home, and stay in the house, we can have some fun". "Go back to the caravan, I've got a phone call to make", "I'll stay here if you like", "no, I don't know how long the call will take, its about a new job". She came back to the caravan an hour later. "I've got an interview for a Senior Nurse Post, in half an hour, at the local hospital, they want some Sisters as well". "You want me to go for a Charge Nurse post"? That idea appealed to me, I could leave the bank. "No Sisters, they want to redress the balance, there's too many male nurse managers, they won't admit it, but they told me as much when they suggested that I apply. I know that I've got the job this is just for show, and they know that I have a "partner", who would be a good Senior Sister, Mr. Brown says he will help, for no fee, as well". She put her coat on, and hurried off, to the car, what could I do, she was going to take the job, and leave me by the sound of it. "Hello Joanne". "Just don't tell me not to wear trousers, if I want to". "I won't, if you don't". "We've got some work to do, on my voice, and that". "That's okay", Jane looked happier than she had in along time, and I think in time I will just love being a lesbian, mind you being shagged by a man was nice. (the end)