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The Promise ? by: Jennifer Richardson. Chapter One - Lost Souls Are you going?" Amanda asked me as we stood in the canteen queue. She nodded at the notice board behind me. "Oh, no, I don't think I'll bother. There was a colourful poster advertising a company fancy dress party at the weekend. "Why not? You never go to any of the socials," she pointed out. "No more than you do! When was the last time you went to one?" I countered. "Maybe we should make the effort then, there must be people here who don't even know we exist." Amanda and I had been working in the despatch office together for six months. We seldom had much to do with the rest of the staff as our office was stuck away in a corner of the huge warehouse and all I communication was either through phone calls or e-mails. "These fancy dress things are all the same though aren't they?" I said. "How do you mean?" I took in the truly unremarkable food available and settled on a ham sandwich. "You should eat more, you're the skinniest man here." "Oh and like you're the size of an iceberg!" I smiled. Put simply Amanda was stunning. Blonde hair in a soft feathered cut style, sparkling blue eyes, fantastic figure, even under the awful warehouse coat and trousers. I'd often wondered if she'd ever have been interested in me on a more than 'good friends' basis. The thing was I was totally shy and lacked a lot of confidence. Amanda was approaching thirty, I was just turning twenty nine. Both of us were single and neither of us ever bothered finding out why each of us were on our own. It may have been one of those lines that sometimes develop in friendships, the kind of line that you don't cross. If I was being lyrical here I'd suggest that we were like those two lost souls thrown together and left to get on with it. For my own part, other than being so shy, I was an inch taller than Amanda at five foot ten. Slim but not as skinny as Amanda claimed, my own blonde hair was collar length when loose and never had the soft shine of Amanda's. In short we were probably so very much alike that it had been a God send for us to end up working together. Sitting at a table over by the window I pushed the offending sandwich away from me untouched and sipped the not hot enough coffee. "How many people are there in here looking at us wondering who we are?" Amanda said, pulling a face at the hamburger she'd just bitten into. "The only people looking over here are looking at you." A look of panic flickered across her face. "Why? What's the matter with me?" I was shocked by her reaction and was just about at a loss to find something to say. "Nothings the matter with you Amanda," I soothed, "if people are looking its only because you're so pretty." It came out so easily but I could have hacked my tongue off with a plastic knife. I blushed beetroot and tried not to lift my eyes away from the boring bush I was looking at through the window. "Do you want me to pretend that I didn't hear that Keith?" she said quietly. "Would you mind?" I turned my head round slowly, seeing that she was dabbing her eyes with a napkin. She scrunched it up when she saw me looking. "I'll try to forget but I'm not promising anything." Her face brightened. "So, do you really want to go to this party?" I tried to change the subject. "I can't go on my own, I barely know anyone." "Well, shall we go together then?" "Okay." "Fine." "Good." "Right then." "Back to the office?" "Why not." So that was that for the rest of the afternoon, things were a little uneasy for the rest of the day but by five o'clock when we were leaving we were just about back to normal. The following morning I went to get the morning coffee's as I always did. When I came back to the office I found Amanda cutting up a sheet of paper, rolling the bits into balls and dropping them into a used paper cup. "What's up?" I asked, putting the coffee's down on my untidy desk. "I was thinking about what you said." She looked up and saw me blushing again. "No, not that, I've forgotten about that. I mean what you said about the fancy dress thing." "Oh, right, what about it?" I said, relieved that my outburst wasn't going to be examined. "Well, it's going to be full of people that we don't know very well normally and they're all going to be done up in costumes. So we're even less likely to recognise them and as we've already agreed they don't know us from Adam and Eve," she explained. "Well I'm with you so far," I laughed. "So we can be outrageous as we like and cause as much trouble as we like and the likelihood is that we won't get found out." "You mean dress up in gorilla suits and beat people up?" Not that it would have been characteristic of either of us. "If you like, I was just thinking we should be so unlike our normal selves." "What have you got in mind?" She shook the paper cup at me and told me to pick one of the balls of paper out. "And we both promise to go through with whatever comes out," she said before I picked one out. "Okay, in for a penny in for a pound." I slipped my fingers into the middle of the cup and drew one of the balls out. "Read it then!" She exclaimed as I stared at the unrolled piece of paper. "Cocktail dresses," I said. "Cocktail dresses it is then," Amanda reached to take the cup from me. "Hang on, it's alright for you, what am I supposed to do?" "Do about what?" "Cocktail dress?" I waved the bit of paper at her. "We'll find you something," she said, there wasn't a hint of emotion on her face and I began to suspect that I'd been set up. "You cheated didn't you?" I asked, half amused. "How come?" She replied. "It says cocktail dresses on all the bits of paper doesn't it? That's why you wanted the cup back so quickly." "Don't be silly Keith! Why would I do that?" "I don't know!" I said exasperated. "Look at the rest of them if you don't trust me." She pouted a little bit. I began unraveling the balls of paper, reading them out as I went. "Count Dracula and Vampyra." "Fred and Wilma Flintstone." "Bride and Groom." That caught in my throat a bit. "Samson and Delilah." "Anthony and Cleopatra." "I got a bit inspired by those Hollywood epics there," Amanda explained. "Robin Hood and Maid Marian." I gave up at that point and there were still more bits in the cup. "Alright, you didn't cheat." "Thank you!" "But Amanda, cocktail dresses? I'll look stupid!" "No you won't, it will be fun." "Right! I always have fun when people think I'm a pervert!" I saw her flinch slightly. "Alright, how about I prove it to you?" "Prove what?" "If you look anything like a man in a frock we'll forget about it." "I don't follow you." "We'll go back to mine after work and have a trial run." "You've got to be joking!" I said it a little too forcefully, far more than I'd intended and I saw her eyes fill. "Oh look Amanda, I'm really sorry, that didn't, well I didn't mean..." I went round the side of the desks and squatted down by her chair. I patted her hand and wasn't sure what else to do. "I'll make it up to you, I promise." "You promised to go with what came out of the cup," she sobbed. Being so close to her was doing things to me that only really happened when I woke up in the morning. Her fingers curled round mine and she smiled through the tears. "Sorry, I'm a bit on egg shells about promises." "Well, I, well I guess I did promise didn't I." She mumbled that I should just forget about it. I couldn't bear the thought that I'd upset her so much, even worse that I might have damaged our friendship. It wasn't as if I had many, if any, other friends as it was. "Can I turn the clock back a bit?" I asked. "What do you mean?" "Well, back to the bit where you suggest a trial run." "Why?" "Because I promised, so, is that okay?" "You want to come home after work?" "If that's alright?" "Okay, but don't make any decisions until we're through." "Alright." "Okay then Keith." "Friends again?" I crossed the fingers she wasn't holding. "Friends." "Thanks Amanda." I smiled into her eyes. "One other condition though Keith." Her eyes held mine. "Okay." "Can we call our night out a date?" A lump shot into my throat and my heart began pounding in my chest. "I'd love to call it a date Amanda." Chapter Two - Convincing Me Amanda's apartment was much tidier than mine and very nicely furnished. Where my place was a definite bachelors flat, all fast food wrappers and empty beer cans, Amanda had furnished nicely and neatly, the decor was soft and feminine and you didn't need to move a tonne of old newspapers just to sit on the sofa. We'd driven over in her car leaving mine at work. There hadn't been any thought about that on my behalf it just seemed easier than trying to follow Amanda through the traffic. Sitting on the sofa with a beer in my hands while Amanda changed, got me to thinking. I'd either have to get a lift back to pick my car up or get the bus. When Amanda came back into the lounge from her bedroom my bottom jaw dropped to the carpet. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Gone was the warehouse coat and the trousers. The figure that was only hinted at under the shapeless coat was much more wonderful than I had ever imagined. Her from waist, proud swell of her chest and the curvey hips were nothing short of breathtaking. She touched up her make up and achieved the impossible. At work she looked stunning, standing in front of me in the knee length black skirt and the clinging white sweater. Her feet were in heeled shoes and her legs were sheathed in glossy stockings or tights. "Keith? Is something wrong?" Her bottom lip trembled. "No, no, nothing's wrong Amanda, I'm lost for words!" "You done like it?" Again a look of panic flickered. "Like it? Amanda you're gorgeous!" "What?" "Really, you're beautiful!" "You're just saying that!" she accused. "No I'm not and you can remember that I said so as long as you want." My tongue seemed to swell in my mouth and my face went beetroot again. She sat on the sofa next to me, very close, and squeezed my hand. I turned shyly, still with burning cheeks. "Thank you Keith." She smiled softly and I developed a desperate need for her not to looked down at my lap. I lowered my beer can trying to hide the lump that had grown in my work trousers. "So, erm, this trial run. What do I have to do?" "That depends on how convinced you want to be." "If I'm going to have to go out in a frock I want to be very convinced," I laughed nervously. "Okay, so, what I suggest is that you have a bath, shampoo your hair and have a shave." "I think I can cope with that." "When I say shave, I mean all over." Still holding my hand she smiled and then giggled. "Well, you don't have to shave down there if you don't want to." "I haven't got a razor," I squeaked. "Well, if you want to be convinced that much, you could use some cream." "You're serious?" "Only if you are, I mean, we can just go to the party without a trial if you want to risk it." "Risk it?" I was worried by that. "Risk someone seeing your hairy legs." "Does it hurt?" "Does what hurt?" "The cream, I've seen something like it on television. Where you tear strips off or something?" "That's waxing Keith," she giggled, "Of course we could try that if you like?" "No! No, the cream will be fine!" I followed her through to the bathroom where I found she had already run a hot steaming bath. "This is the cream, rub it all over, arms, legs and chest. Then wait until it dries and soaks in then get in the bath and wash it off. You can use a normal razor for your cheeks and chin. Get as smooth as you can. When you're done come through to my bedroom, you can wear this robe." She left me to it and, well, in short the cream had an astounding effect. It removed every trace of hair from my body, even "down there" where I had accidentally smeared some of the cream. I shaved my face with a new razor using some of the suds from the bath. I don't have much beard growth as it is, but by the time I actually came to shave the suds from the bath had done the job for me. There must have been enough of the depilatory cream in the froth to work on my face. The shampoo that I'd used had been incredibly thick and creamy and my blonde hair now actually looked part way respectably clean. After drying myself off I put the robe on and padded barefoot across the passage to Amanda's bedroom. I'd left my clothes in an untidy heap on the bathroom floor. I hesitated outside of the door and knocked. "Come in Keith." Her voice sounded as nervous as I felt. When I walked in I found her standing next to a tall backed chair in front of a mirrored dressing table. The room itself was pastel pink and very softly furnished. It was warm and snug and should have been very relaxing. I was far too embarrassed to be relaxed. "You do know what you're doing don't you Amanda?" I asked trying to lighten my mood. "I do it every day myself Keith!" "What? Dress your colleagues as girls?" "No, I do my make up every day." "Make up?" "You want to be convinced?" "Well, yes." "Then I'll do your make up and your hair." She gestured to the chair and I sat heavily in. She started by combing my hair out straight all the way round my head. I saw there were a lot of straggly bits and felt a little guilty when she asked when the last time I'd been for a hair cut. "I sort of chop the fringe off when I can't see out." "Can I tidy it up a bit?" "Well, yes, if you want to." "I won't charge you!" She giggled and picked up a pair of scissors. I watched as she snipped the split ends away and then made sure that it was all the same length, even going so far as to layer it a little. When she'd done she got a hair dryer and busied herself with styling it. By the time she'd done I had a thick collar length blonde bob which curled in toward my neck. I just stared into the mirror when I saw that my head had a very feminine hair style on it. "So, impressed Keith?" She asked, crouching down with her head next to mine. I was more than impressed. I was astounded. Whilst her hair was Longer, I thought I could see where her feathered style had begun. "It looks okay." "Just okay?" She asked. "Well no, better than okay, it's a bit difficult for me to describe." I explained. "You can tell me when I've finished then, tilt your head back," she told me then slid a band over my head and drew it back up to my hair line, holding my fringe up off my face. I soon decided that Amanda had missed her vocation. She should have been a beautician. After she had rubbed some cool cream into my face she began applying a smooth cream foundation. It was 'porcelain beige' she told me and after blending it under my chin. Her hands seemed to fly about my face with an array of applicators, pens and brushes. I gave up trying to keep up with her as she worked but when she stepped back after removing the band from my hair she told me that I could have a look. When I'd first seen the girl's hairstyle on top of my head it looked as though it had just been put there. Now however, and this was a big shock, it actually looked as though it belonged there. My lips were glistening pink, a slight blush high on my cheekbones. My eyes had been defined and their shape exaggerated with the skilful application of a pen. My eye lashes looked longer and thicker, curled with a black mascara brush. My eyelids themselves were a smooth blend of blues, azure through cobalt to baby blue at the outside. I was stunned into silence and barely noticed that Amanda had begun painting my toe nails and then my finger nails. I chanced a glance down and saw that my toes were a glossy pink to match my lips whilst my fingernails were glistening with a clear liquid. Just as I was going to ask about it Amanda produced a tray of false nails from one of the dressing table drawers. One by one she fixed them to my fingers. "Now what do you think Keith?" "I don't think I believe what I'm seeing!" "I have to admit, I was hopeful that you'd pass but I wasn't expecting you to actually look beautiful." She crouched down next to me again, both of us looking into the mirror. "See? We could be sisters!" Amanda giggled. I wouldn't have gone that far but certainly there were similarities. "Are you okay Keith?" "I think so, coming to terms with looking like, like a, well, girl really." "Are you ready to see what you look like dressed like a girl?" "Can I have a minute to think about it?" "Okay, actually, I'll just sort something out." She moved away behind me where I heard her opening and closing drawers and doors. "I've left some things on the bed for you Keith. Give me a shout when you are ready. Take as long as you like." After she had left the room I turned to look at the bed. There was a black bra, a deep four strap suspender belt a pair of black stockings with lace at the top and a pair of black panties. My heart set to pounding again but I managed to take the three steps to the bed. I looked at the lingerie for another long minute before reaching for the panties with my pink glossed fingers. I managed the bra without as much trouble as I'd thought, the suspender belt was quite a snug fit and the panties slipped on easily and felt very soft and smooth against my skin. The real shock was the feel of the stockings when they slid along my hairless legs, so soft and smooth, all the way up to my mid thigh. I struggled with the rear suspender straps, more due to my extra long fingernails than anything else and then felt them tugging against my thighs when I stood up. I had to admit to myself that the collection of lingerie was nice, more than nice really. I called Amanda back and when she asked me how I felt I blushed and admitted that I liked it. "Good, if you like something you'll be more relaxed. Two things though Keith." She stood there looking at me, her hands behind her back. I looked over at her wondering if she was laughing at me. "You look very good but we need to something about your bra and also about your panties." She stepped across to me and slipped two water filled balloons into the bra cups. The weight felt a little odd but they filled the cups perfectly. The panties were another matter though, there was a tell tale bulge behind the soft black material that was an absolute give away. "But if I'm wearing a dress no one will see the knickers!" I objected. "If the bulge shows through the dress?" "Well, erm, it doesn't make it any easier when you're so close to me," I explained with a resigned sigh. "Do you mean.." She trailed off, her eyes seemed about to fill with tears again. "Amanda, it's not the undies that's done it, well, a combination of them and you," I said softly, wishing almost straight away that I hadn't admitted it, either to Amanda or myself. "Can I just show you something?" She stepped behind me, her hand slipped into the back of my panties and eased between my thighs. Feeling her gently cupping me I thought I was going to lose control but she brought her hand back, bringing my boys bits with her. "Close you thighs for me Keith," her voice was a husky whisper in my ear. I did as she said and felt her pull the panties up so they trapped my bits back between my legs. If you can keep your thighs together when you walk you won't get caught out." I carefully walked over to stand in front of the mirror. With my panties profile now close and clinging to me, the nipped waist thanks to the suspender belt and the curves formed by the balloons in the bra I looked more girlish than ever. "Ready for the finishing touches?" "I think so." Amanda lifted a dress from the wardrobe. Crimson satin with a low cut neckline, it had two layers of rustling net underskirts and black velvet ruffled half shoulders and puffed sleeves. She held it for me as I stepped into it without a word. After settling it on my shoulders I felt her fingers work up the long zip in the back and felt the dress closing in on me. Breathlessly I stepped into the open toed strap sandals, the heels stretching my legs and forcing me to carry myself taller and more easily. Amanda wrapped a black silk scarf round my throat, clipped hooped gold rings on my ears and clasped a ladies evening watch on my right wrist. A simple "V" shaped necklace hung from below the scarf and pointed at my cleavage. "And if that doesn't convince you then nothing will." She smiled and stepped back to let me see myself in the mirror. If I hadn't known differently than I can honestly say that I could have fallen in love with the girl in the mirror. Chapter Three - Confirmation "Convinced Keith?" "I guess so," I admitted, examining my appearance from all angles. "Feel like walking around a bit, make sure you can handle the heels? "I'll give it a go," I said, setting off from one side of the room to another in my usual gait. At least I say that, what actually happened was that I quickly found that I couldn't walk like that at all. Amanda burst out laughing and I had a rueful smile on my face. "Put the sole down first and then the heel, smaller steps, don't forget to keep your thighs close together ," Amanda instructed. It wasn't too long before she decided that I was a natural. "Just keep your back straight and your head up, and don't wave your hands about." A vast improvement all around! "Can I take a picture?" "Must you?" "I'd like to." "Okay then." She took two actually, with a digital camera. One full-length picture and one close up of my face. "You know, there is one way that would prove that you can get away with it." "How? "Let people see you," she said simply. "Now I know you are having a laugh!" "I don't mean outside, save that for Saturday." "Amanda, will you please just tell me what you mean?" "Let's get you out of that dress first." I was secretly a little reluctant but turned to let her lower the zip. Once out of the dress Amanda went to the wardrobe and hung it up, returning with a black pencil skirt and a cream sweater much like she was wearing. "Well you can't sit around in your knickers can you?" She showed me how to put the sweater on without ruining the make up then told me to follow her to the lounge once I'd put the skirt on. The skirt was longer than the dress had been but just as tight, this made me tale even smaller steps on my way through to the lounge. I looked at myself in the large mirror above the fire place and saw Amanda step up behind me. With both of us in similar sweaters we looked even more alike and to prove the point Amanda set the camera on the mantle piece, set the timer and then stepped me back beside her. When she retrieved the camera she showed me the image on the small screen on the back. "See, sisters!" After plugging the camera into a laptop she showed me the pictures in a larger scale. "Want me to print them out for you?" "No, I would only lose them somewhere and be terrified that someone else would find them and recognise me." I giggled. "Well let's show you off to the world anyway!" Amanda challenged. "I thought we agreed to save that for Saturday?" I pointed out. "We did, but we can go and find someone to chat to on the internet." I'd been in chat rooms myself and had often been asked for a picture of myself, obviously not the kind of picture that Amanda was suggesting. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes, look, how about a bet?" "What kind of a bet?" I asked suspiciously. "How about, if anyone challenges your picture I'll, go naked under my uniform tomorrow. If you pass and get complimented, you wear the undies to work tomorrow!" "Amanda you're mad!" I laughed. "No I'm not, we'll do nothing different to normal, no one pays us any attention as it is." "Alright, I'll call your bluff. If I get challenged you have to wear your hair down, wear your heels and be naked under your work clothes." While we were discussing the bet a login window came up on the screen. "Agreed, but if you get called pretty once you keep your hairstyle as it is, wear a touch of make up and still go and get the coffee!" "Erm.." I glanced at the screen and saw that the chat room she was about to log into was called 'Lonely Ladies'. Call me an old romantic but my heart went out to her more than ever. "I'm going to login, so make your mind up!" "Okay, deal." "Right, here we go." Her fingers tapped on the keyboard and saw her uploading an image to the website. "You're going to have to have a name." "What like?" "A girls name dummy, what do you think?" "Well I don't know!" I laughed. "Alright, we've turned you from looking like Keith, so we'll turn Keith into..." She spelled 'Kathy' into the window and then pressed enter. "Over to you then Kathy." She pushed the laptop toward me and I watched as the page resolved itself. A column of pictures next to the chat. "If you want a better look at the person who's talking just click on their picture." I clicked on the picture of a dark haired woman and her enlarged picture filled the screen. "And to get back to the room..." "...I click back, I'm not that much of a dumb blonde. "I know you're not Kathy, just teasing!" She slipped her arm through mine and suggested I say hello." "Hello room." The close up picture popped up on the screen next to my greeting. A stream of people said hello back, Simone, Carla, Joanna and Stephanie, then James came up. "Hiya Kathy! Where are you?" "South East of England James, where you?" "Detroit Michigan." "That's a long way away James!" "Too far honey, wish I was nearer!" Amanda giggled. "What's the matter?" I asked her. "He's flirting with you!" "Is he?" "Course he is, don't you know flirting when you see it?" "No, now that you come to mention it." "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think." James came back up on the screen. "You still there Kathy?" "Yes James, sorry, got distracted." "Your picture sure distracted me babe!" "Thanks James." "Love to see more of you." "Tell him you'll be back in a minute," Amanda said. I did so and watched as she uploaded the full length picture. "Back again James." She tapped in, the full length picture came up. There was a short pause before he replied. "Wow Kathy, you're one sexy girl! You really are one beautiful babe honey!" Amanda let short a victorious whoop and smiled at me. "Looks like Kathy is coming into work with me tomorrow!" "Hardly, I mean, I'll have my uniform..," I stopped. "With Kathy's hair and a little make up." "Hang on! In that warehouse coat and those trousers..," I began. "You'll just look like a pretty girl who works in the warehouse," Amanda finished my sentence for me, well, maybe I wouldn't have said pretty. "If I get caught I'll get sacked!" I complained. "If you get caught and get sacked I'll resign on the spot." "I need a beer!" I moaned. "No you don't you need a nice cool glass of white wine." "Do I?" "Yes, now are you going to keep chatting with James or not?" "What I'm going to do is..." I uploaded the picture of Amanda and I together then typed in; "Got to go James, nice chatting, my girlfriends just came home." Our picture flashed up next to my typing and I turned to see Amanda holding her hands to her mouth. "Amanda? What's wrong?" "Did you mean it?" "Mean what?" "What you just told James?" I didn't even hesitate. "Yes, I guess so, I'm sorry if I've upset you." "You haven't upset me Kathy, you've made me very happy." Her smile was dazzling. "So we're okay?" "We're okay, would you rather have a vodka and tonic?" "Erm, okay, but what about my car?" "I don't feel like driving you back to pick up your car. You could stay here if you like Kathy." "Okay, thanks, erm, Amanda, do you have to keep calling me Kathy?" "I can hardly call you Keith when your dressed like that can I?" "I suppose not." "You don't mind do you, Kathy?" "No, not at all." Chapter Four - Character Building We chatted for the rest of the evening, not about our past lives, not about the future either. We had each other in stitches every now and again but I don't think either of us could actually tell you now what it was we were talking about or what made us laugh so much. Towards midnight Amanda broached the subject of sleeping arrangements. "I'll be fine on here Amanda, honestly." "I didn't mean that Kathy, there's a lovely comfortable bed through there." "If you, well.." "Can we just, kind of snuggle up?" "I'd like that." She got up from the sofa and put her glass on the table. I followed her through to the bedroom where she showed me how to use cleansing fluid to clean the make up from my face. "I'll find you something to wear." So saying she crossed to the wardrobe, switching the main light out and a bedside light on. I think Amanda and I were both very shy of seeing each other undressed. Even though Amanda had touched me intimately earlier we hadn't found a way of solving the problem. I undressed at the dressing table, folding and the clothes and hanging them over the back of the chair. When I asked if it was okay for me to turn round a soft voice answered me. "I've put it on the end of the bed for you." Amanda was already in bed and had her back turned to me. On the end of the bed I found a dusky pink baby doll, almost see through and very soft. There was a matching pair of panties for me as well. I shivered at the touch and then slipped under the covers next to her. Amanda switched the bedside light out and rolled onto her back. It felt odd at first to be lying next to someone after sleeping alone for so long. When she rolled over and lay her head on my shoulder I slid my arm round her, finding something soft and silky to the touch. I felt Amanda's hand rest lightly over my chest, she glanced up, gave me a shy smile and then gently brushed her lips against mine. We were still cuddled up together in the morning though Amanda was lying further cross me and her hand had strayed lower onto the panties. She hadn't woken up yet and the presence of her hand had roused my bits. I'm not very big in that department but it had always worked for me in the past, all be it solo, and I knew that if her hand stayed there for much longer it would prove that it was a fully working model. I eased my hand down to try to free hers but heard her whisper softly. "It's alright." Her hand moved away briefly, taking my hand with hers she placed it on her left breasts though the cups of her nightdress. Her nipples were swollen and bullet hard. "I like having you here as well Kathy." I caressed her shyly for a minute or two, staring into each others eyes. Her mouth moved to meet mine, for a lingering moment, shattered by the ringing of the alarm clock. "Time for work," I murmured. "Are you okay about it?" Amanda asked quietly. "I promised that I would didn't I?" "Well, actually you lost a bet." "So I'll have to pay my debt then won't I?" "You don't have to if you don't want to." "I know," I smiled. "I like having a girlfriend," she giggled at me. "So do I, can I have the first shower?" She nodded, if she watched me strip from the baby doll and panties I don't know. I found my work clothes where I had left them, after picking up my socks and pants I put them to one side then got in the shower. Amanda showed me how to style my hair and guided me through dusting my eye lids with a hint of light blue. Less mascara than the evening before, and no gloss on my pink frosted lips. She handed me a pair of tight white lace panties, a matching bra and a suspender belt. Tan stockings instead of black ones and then asked me if I was going to put the balloons in the cups. "It would be a waste not to, if I'm going to do this then I'd better do it all hadn't I?" When she handed me a white blouse with a rounded collar and with a floppy bow at my throat, I nearly changed my mind. Amanda got dressed in the bathroom and then brought me my trousers and warehouse coat. As an after thought she gave me some chunky gold coloured clip on earrings and some thin rattling bracelets. I emptied my wallet and trouser pockets into a small rounded hand bag and added a tube of lipstick a jar of foundation and a powder puff and we were all set. "Ready Kathy?" "As ready as I ever will be." "Let's do it then." I was a nervous wreck on the half hour drive to the factory. We parked well away from the works entrance where I took a good few deep breaths. "Okay?" Stepping out of the car wasn't as difficult as I thought it was going to be. Amanda insisted I walk properly even though we were both wearing the unisex safety shoes. After swiping in through the turnstile at the security gate we headed to our little office in the corner of the warehouse. If anyone had taken any notice of us they didn't say anything nor did I see anyone staring, not that I was looking about. "See! Not a dicky bird!" Amanda enthused as we settled down at out desks. "It's only five past eight Amanda, let's not count our chickens. Right on cue my phone rang. "Hello?" "I'm ringing about the Dutch load for nine o'clock," the voice said to me. Amanda slid a hastily scribbled note across the desk to me. "Lighten the voice, speak more slowly and soften it a little." "The Dutch load? That will be RG4557?" "That's it, there's a pallet short." "Hold the line a moment." I looked over at Amanda who had a beaming smile on her face. I guessed that my voice must have been okay. After calling up the load details on the computer I told him where he could find the missing pallet. "It's in aisle 17, slot A5." "Thanks." He said and hung up. On the approach to coffee time I grew a lot more nervous. "Just stay calm, walk properly and keep the voice just as you have it. It sounds really good, you've got quite a sexy lilt!" It was as easy as that really. Not one bad comment, only half interested looks and nobody looked for too long. I almost sprinted in triumph before remembering not to. Back in the office I found Amanda looking at her computer screen with a smug look of triumph on her face. "What are you looking so happy about?" I asked suspicion growing. "Well you know the personnel department decided to make personal files available to the person they were about?" "Yes, why?" "Come and see." I walked round the desk and saw that she'd managed to get into mine. "They're supposed to be confidential!" I complained. "Don't worry, I broke in using your password." We had each others passwords in case one of us was on sick or on holiday. "Watch this." Amanda put a floppy disk into the drive and then clicked on the picture of me that had been taken nine years or so ago. A window came up asking if she wanted to update it, she clicked yes and in seconds had replaced it with the close up of my face that she'd taken the night before. "How did you do that!" I was shocked that things could be altered so easily. "I was just playing about and it worked!" She smiled happily. "I wonder if personnel know how easy their system can be broken?" "I don't know, but I'm not going to tell them if you don't." "Why would I want to do that?" I asked, taking off my warehouse coat to reveal my blouse and the swell of my balloon bust. "No reason, but if that can be changed so easily, then so can, this." Her fingers clattered on the keyboard and I watched personal details change from male to female, Mr to Miss, Keith to Kathy. Amanda pressed the enter key and the screen scrolled down changing my home address, bank and insurance details as well. "Should you have actually done that?" I asked quietly. "Should I not have done it?" "I don't know, what if I have to go to the bank and see someone?" "I don't see where the problem is?" "Personnel and pay-roll integrated their systems, any changed details will go straight to the bank." "So?" "So aren't by bank going to a little surprised if I turn up for an appointment and they are expecting Miss Kathy Reynolds?" "You've got a point, hang on, I'll change it back." Except she couldn't, in fact she got locked out of the system completely. When the system came back up I managed to access my details from my own desk and found that I had a message confirming the alterations to my details and with apologies for not having them accurately recorded in the first place. It further suggested that if I had any further alterations to make I should first make an appointment with a member staff from the personnel office. I sighed heavily. "So, thanks to your computer hacking the company now recognises me as Kathy Reynolds and I can't change anything unless I speak to personnel face to face." "I can see that you might find that a little awkward?" Amanda said. "Awkward?" "Well, explaining how you went from male to female and back to male again in one day would be kind of, well, awkward." I was about to argue further but the phone rang. "Kathy Reynolds," I said without thinking. "Hi Kathy, Steve Potts from Human Resources. I thought I'd just ring and apologise for having your details so wildly inaccurate." "Oh! That's, erm, well, fine," I stammered, Steve Potts was about the highest ranked manager I'd ever spoken to. "Well rest assured that it won't happen again. I've sent an e-mail to all relevant departments and they've been instructed to delete all records concerning Keith Reynolds." I hung up when the line went dead and looked at the hand set for a long moment before putting it back on the cradle. "What was all that about?" "Erm, it was Steve Potts, the senior personnel manager." "Oh, what did he want?" "Not a lot, just that Keith Reynolds no longer exists as far as the company is concerned." "And Kathy does?" "Oh yes, Kathy does." Chapter Five - Proclamation "So how do you feel?" Amanda asked me as we stood in the canteen queue. I was trying to keep my eyes to myself but couldn't help looking round to see if anyone was taking the slightest bit of notice of us, more specifically, if they were paying any attention to me. I realised with a little pang of surprise that I was rather offended that no one was. "Erm, I guess, a little vulnerable, a little nervous." "Welcome to femininity!" She whispered in my ear. I managed to smile and got through lunch without having a heart attack. I nearly had one half an hour after we got back to our office though. There were two plastic bags on my desk and a further two on Amanda's. There was a print out pinned to Amanda's bag as well as mine. "In line with the company's corporate development policy all female clerical staff are being issued with skirts in the company colours. Male staff will be issued with dress trousers and all staff will be free to wear footwear of their own choice when in non-hazardous areas. These areas have been defined as, canteen, all office areas and the pedestrian walk ways throughout the premises." Amanda had already unpacked one of her bags and was holding a navy blue skirt up against her. It had a broad elastic waistband, presumably so that one size would fit all. The skirts had a kick pleat at the back and looked to be in the style of a pencil skirt. "Not very flattering are they?" Amanda asked. "Reveals too much leg if you ask me." I'd opened one of my bags and was holding a skirt against my legs. It came just below mid thigh, leaving a good five inches between the hem and my knee. I watched Amanda undoing her trousers and dropping them to the floor. I watched amused when she realised they wouldn't come off over her shoes. She ended up sitting in her seat, her legs up in the air and wide apart. If anyone had looked in through the office window they would have had a perfect view of her long stocking clad legs and white panties. When she eventually sorted herself out she looked up at me giggling. "Are you going to put your skirt on or do I have to help you out of those trousers myself?" I still couldn't stop giggling and before I knew it she was unzipping the trousers and lowering them. Her fingers trailed over the front of my panties where, even as trapped as it was, I felt a shiver and gasped. Her finger sneaked under the leg of my panties and she smiled mischievously at me. "I could always pull these down too?" My whole body was burning up but I managed to kick my shoes off before stepping out of the trousers. The skirt tightened against me as I drew it up, the elastic waist nipping my waist further. With my shoes back on I felt and appreciated the freedom, and, when we left at the end of the day the feel of the cool breeze on my legs and beneath the hem. I have to say that I loved it. "Are you coming home with me Kathy?" "I should at least check on my place Amanda, I could come over later?" "Okay, bring a bottle of wine?" She gave me a tight smile and went off to her own car. I got to mine and found it strange to be driving whilst dressed as I was. The feeling of vulnerability was heightened further when other cars went passed or when I overtook lorries where I became very aware of the drivers looking down at me went I passed them. By the time I turned into the street where my flat was it struck me that neighbours would be very surprised to see me. They certainly wouldn't be expecting to see a girl out of my car. I took a few calming breaths before getting out, with my keys in my hand I crossed to the door without hurrying too much. Once inside I let out a sigh of relief and picked up my post, nothing of any interest then went through to my untidy lounge. Whilst I was very untidy I had a vague idea of where anything of importance was, one of those things being my cheque book. I hunted it out and looked at it, finding that it just said K. Reynolds on it. I kind of hoped that the change of detail would go overlooked. I had a long shower and relaxed under the hot stream of water. Mesmerised by the feel of the soft silky smooth touch of my skin under my fingers. Once out of the shower I went through to my bedroom with a towel round my waist. After patting myself dry I began to think about getting dressed then stopped myself short of my sock drawer. How would Amanda react if I turned up as Keith? Was she expecting Keith or was she expecting Kathy? I thought about ringing her but worried she'd be upset if I had to ask who she wanted to see. I wasn't sure how I'd react if she wanted to see one and not the other. Of course she would be expecting to see Kathy at work, hadn't I more or less gone along with that? I certainly hadn't objected when the thing with the computer got out of hand, not even when Steve Potts himself had phoned me. I'd even answered the phone as Kathy Reynolds! So it wasn't too much of a conclusion to come to that Amanda would be expecting Kathy was it? The thing was, could I recreate Kathy? Could I happily walk out of my front door in the clothes that I'd arrived in? As it turned out I was quite proud of my efforts. Nowhere near as good as Amanda had done the previous evening but as good as I'd managed for work and Amanda had approved of that. So, with my hand bag over my shoulder, my hair softly blowing in the breeze I left the flat and went to the car. There was an off license about three quarters of a mile away and I was standing at the counter with a bottle of wine before I'd even thought about it properly. The shopkeeper gave me a smile an asked me if I was cooking dinner. "No, just a quiet night in with a friend," I replied, my voice a little to soft so I had to repeat myself. "Good for you dear, have a nice time!" He winked and handed me my change. I was worried there was more to that wink than there actually was. Had he seen through me or was he just thinking of me being at home with a friend? Whatever, by the time I got to Amanda's place I was even more relaxed in the look. The more relaxed I felt, the more confidant I became and I was very pleased to get a smile from a guy who went by on his bike when I got out of the car. Amanda took an age coming to the door and I began to think she may have gone out. When the door eventually opened she smiled in delight and stepped aside to let me in. "I wasn't sure you'd come Kathy!" "I wasn't at all sure who should come really, then.." "Then what?" Concern showed on her face. "Well, I'd said I would and, well, all that at work today and then traveling home on the skirt. It was sort of a proclamation wasn't it?" She lead me through to the lounge and took the wine to the kitchen. Amanda came back with a different bottle of wine and two glasses. "What did you mean about a proclamation?" "I mean that, well, I've accepted Kathy at work, so, well, I like it, her I mean. It feels kind of relaxing and I feel easier around you too." She leaned across and kissed my cheek, her hands cupping my balloon breasts. Our lips met in a soft kiss that went on for ever. "You up to a bit of shopping Kathy?" she asked when we parted. "Shopping?" "Yes, shopping," she giggled, "the mall is still open so we could go and look at frocks for Saturday night?" "But what about the one I tried on last night?" "No harm in looking at some more." "Well, okay then, am I okay like this?" I mean't the works skirt and the unisex shoes. "To be honest? No. I'm sure you'll find something though, off you go." "On my own?" "I mean you can go and find something in my wardrobe! If you're going to be Kathy you better get used to being her and attending to her needs." When I came back out half an hour later Amanda inspected me from head to foot. "I think you're a natural! I never really liked that skirt but it looks great on you!" she enthused. The skirt was a dusky pink knee length thigh hugging style and felt ever so tight at the knee. I'd also chosen a white body that clung to me like a second skin. It fastened beneath the crotch so held me tight and kept my profile smooth. The only change that Amanda insisted on was tying a pink chiffon scarf round my throat and swapped the chunky earrings for gold coloured clip on hoops. With two inch heeled court shoes on my feet and feeling nice and relaxed I nearly choked on my glass of wine when I heard Amanda booking a cab. "Why the panic over a taxi?" I couldn't really find a reason. "You've done a day at work, traveled home, bought wine and then come here. It's not as if you won't have been seen is it?" "No but, I don't know!" I giggled. "I think we should have some pictures of Kathy before her first real trip out don't you?" I posed for several shots before asking if we were shopping for something in particular. "Shoes for a start, something with Saturday night in mind. Nice high heels to stretch your legs and make you carry yourself taller. I think we better do something about these too." She pointed at my boobs. "What if one bursts?" I saw her point!" There were other things that Amanda pointed out that evening. How to sit, how gestures should be more gentile, not to keep looking all over the place and to concentrate on being myself rather than worry about what other people were seeing. "If you allow yourself to be seen as worried, people will wonder why you are worried and that way you run the risk of being noticed." At the shopping mall we went from boutique to boutique, shoe shop to shoe shop and after finding me a pair of stiletto heeled court shoes in patent black leather we arrived outside a shop called "Chrysalis." "Here we are." I looked at the blinds across the window and wondered why they were three quarters closed. Once we got in through the door I saw why, or thought I did. Whilst the shelves and displays were full of female clothing and a lot more besides, the two customers were both men and looked panicked when we walked in. They seemed even more furtive when we stepped over to a display of false breasts. The penny dropped and I blushed to the tips of my toes. "I saw an advert on the internet this evening," Amanda whispered by way of explanation. Chrysalis was a shop that specialised in supplying men with all kinds of feminine attire, from foundation garments to wigs, shoes to breast forms. As the shop's discreet slogan on the packaging of it's wares said, 'beauty is only a moment away'. I flinched when a voice behind us spoke. "Need any help ladies?" "My brother, he's always wanted silicon's of his own," Amanda replied. I nervously turned to see the woman smiling at Amanda. "Of course," she said sweetly, "perhaps he should come for a fitting?" "If I could get him out of the house I would but he's too nervous," Amanda said. "Anyway, I'm sick of him stealing my tights to pad his bra every time he comes round." The woman laughed, "I know what you mean, well, as you can see we have quite a range, any idea of size?" "36c, the same as me, that way he can't stretch my bra's too far when he borrows them." One of the men coughed loudly and hurried out of the shop. "Well then, these are our most popular style. Silicon teardrop shaped and edged for a perfect seal." She handed one to me and one to Amanda. "As you can feel they are very natural in weight and also to the touch. The nipple is of the same silicon and looks permanently erect. They warm to skin temperature and can be worn bra less with our special adhesive. Once they are in place they will stay secure until the solvent cleanser is applied, even in the bath." When we left the shop Amanda decided a celebration drink was in order and took me to a wine bar. I removed the balloons into the ladies and after reading the adhesive instructions I fixed my breasts to my chest and adjusted my bra. The adhesive soon gripped against my skin but when I saw my reflection in the mirror I couldn't tell where the silicon ended and my skin began. Before going back to the apartment we went to a small kiosk where I had my ears pierced, three needles to each lobe. In them I sported three gold studs that whilst not ornate or too demonstrative they added hugely to my feeling of femininity. The young man who did the piecing told me the studs would need to stay in for a few weeks but said that I could wear different styles for short periods. I bought two pairs of gold hops of different sizes and a pair of pear drops which dangled beautifully. Back at the apartment Amanda took a photo of me naked with everything tucked back between my legs. When I was dressed in my baby doll and matching panties she showed me the picture. Both of us agreed that there was no way that anyone could tell I was anything other than a pretty blonde with a page boy hairstyle. Chapter Six - Moving On Amanda broached the subject at lunch that Friday afternoon. "How much rent do you pay?" "65 Pounds a week." "Just as I thought." "How do you mean, just as you thought?" "I'm paying 70." She smiled. I considered the area Amanda lived in compared to me. It was much nicer around Amanda's, my area couldn't be considered anywhere near the same rental value as hers. "That's outrageous!" I objected, lowering my voice straight away as my outraged squeak had been a little too high. "How do you fancy paying half that?" "You want me to move into a tent?" I giggled. "Well it's a thought but I thought you might be more comfortable at my place." She said matter of fact. I sat stunned for a moment or two. "Are you serious Amanda?" I said quietly. "I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't. If we're going to be girlfriends then we should at least try living as girlfriends." "What about your landlord, and the neighbours?" "What of it? They'll know we're living together and they know it's a one bedroom apartment. If they come up with anything more than that then good luck to them." "I don't know Amanda, it might be difficult," I said in a whisper. "What's difficult about it Kathy?" Amanda looked a little hurt. "The difficult bit is that I'd have to go to personnel to get them to change my address in their files!" I smiled and blew her a kiss, not too overtly. "See! I knew it was a good idea!" We sat a moment and just looked at each other. "How much stuff do you need from your place?" "Not that much, just my bank stuff, lap top, and some clothes." She looked a little puzzled. "Clothes?" I blushed, "We'll have to go shopping again then." "That's not a problem is it darling?" That afternoon I wrote a letter to my landlord terminating my lease and on the way home that evening we called at the flat to pick up my bank things and my laptop. Amanda wrinkled her nose up at the state of the flat. "You can tell this was a bachelor's flat." "It used to be, I don't know where he went," I smiled. "Did you ever think to bring a, you know, friend, back here?" she asked quietly. "No, I've erm, never taken a, friend, back anywhere," I replied softly. "You've, never?" "No." "Well, there's one thing." "What?" I asked embarrassed. "If you'd ever brought a friend back here, they'd have turned tail at the first sight of a pizza box!" "You cow!" I laughed, all my tension leaving me. "I think we'll have to get you a lovely lace trimmed maids uniform until you've learned how to keep things clean and tidy!" "I can just see you in a frilly apron!" "Now that would be fancy dress!" Suddenly we were looking at each other. "Could we?" "Are you serious?" "Why not?" "I was all ready for a cocktail dress but a maids uniform?" "Not even those ones at Chrysalis?" "The ones with all the net underskirts?" "And the pinny that tied at the back in the big bow!" "They were very short." "And the puffy off the shoulder sleeves were gorgeous." "What about a bet?" "Oh no! You're not catching me with that again!" "You'd look ever so sexy in it." "So would you!" "We'd get lots of attention." "You'd have the boys all over you!" "I don't want boys all over me, I want my girlfriend all over me." We picked up my bits and pieces and headed home. I cooked a meal and we sat with it and a bottle of wine in the lounge before turning in for an early night. I woke in the morning to find myself alone in bed, there was a note by the bedside clock that informed me I was a very lazy girl and that if I got up and went into the lounge I'd find a surprise waiting for me. It was a very pleasant surprise indeed. Amanda stood up in a French maids uniform, all black satin and frills. Her legs were encased in white lace patterned stockings and her feet in shoes that were the same style as the stilettos I'd bought. Lifting her skirts she flashed her frilled white French knickers at me. "You like?" "I love!" "Shower!" she ordered and chased me from the room. Wearing the uniform was breathtaking. The back lacing bodice was actually boned so it emphasised our curves. The little lace cap sat sexily on the top of my head and tied into the apron Amanda had me going about the house attending to my duties. The stilettos had an incredible effect on my legs, stretching them and making them look even more shapely. By mid day we'd changed out of the uniforms and settled on the sofa in our bra's and panties under soft satin robes. "How long do you think it will be before my hair is as long as yours?" I asked Amanda. "I don't know, how quickly does your hair grow?" "Once it is as long as yours would you mind if I copied your hairstyle?" "Of course not Kathy, but we'll get it done at a proper stylists. Not forgetting your nails, come to think of it, I'm going to do your eyebrows." "Will it hurt?" "Only a lot!" "Best get it over with then," I sighed resignedly. It wasn't too long, but after plenty of squeals and squeaks, I had a pair of thin arches above my eyes and a totally hairless body again. "They had some special cream at Chrysalis for that," I said, meaning the depilatory cream. "It kills the follicles though, it would mean that your hair would never grow back after you'd finished the course," Amanda explained. "I'd call that a bonus then." "What I mean is Kathy, that you'd never have, male, hair again." "Good, I don't want it, or clothes, or a name, or anything else. I'm happy as I am!" My emotions went into overdrive. "Even if the landlord and the neighbours think we're, lovers?" "I'll happily tell them at work as well!" "One step at a time Kathy, lets get tonight out of the way first darling. You might change your mind." "I promise that I won't Amanda." "Lets just see what tonight brings, you know how serious I take promises and from you even more." I was about to object but she stopped me by placing a finger against my lips. The afternoon saw a flurry of activity, dressing, make up and hair consumed all my attention. After watching Amanda do her make up I tried my best to copy every move. Lots of mascara to lengthen, thicken and curl. Eyeliner and then eye shadows of cobalt and baby blue a touch of silver to highlight them. Amanda used a burgundy lip pen to line my lips for me and then watched critically as I filled in two coats of a cherry red tint followed by a coat of gloss. My fingers were matching cherry red talons which looked very sexy when they caught the light. I put my new earrings in and then my bracelets over the long black satin and lace finger-less evening gloves that Amanda produced with a fanfare. By the time we were ready there was only time for us to pose together and separately for the camera. The brief glance at the images that I saw showed two very sexy looking blonde maids. I draped a long black vinyl raincoat over Amanda's shoulders and she loaned me a long black trenchcoat. When we got in the back of the cab the drivers eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Where to ladies?" he asked when he had recovered. I gave him the name of the club and he pulled away from the kerb. The drive took us through the middle of the town and there were lots of broad smiles, whistles and shouts as we passed people on the pavement. By the time we were pulling up outside of the club I was beside myself with excitement and a lot of nervous electricity. I had the tickets in a little velvet clutch bag along with my bits and pieces of make up. Amanda gave me a tight smile which relaxed when she saw me smiling back. "You're ready for this then Kathy?" "As ready as I'll ever be." "You realise that life is never going to be the same again?" "I know, at least I think I know." "Once the staff see you tonight you're going to attract attention at work. You'll be known as that 'sexy girl who dressed up as a French maid.'" "You will too," I pointed out. "Well, if we stick together I hope we'll survive." "We'll be fine Amanda, I promise." "Let's go and show them who we are then." We linked arms and clicked in our high heels to the entrance door. When we'd had our tickets checked we went through to a cloakroom and checked in our coats. The girl behind the counter gave us a broad smile and handed the tickets to me and told us to enjoy ourselves. The first person we met was Steve Potts who's eyes were out on stalks as he drank us in. When he found out who I was he was all attention, buying us our first drinks and introducing us to the senior management team. It must have been a very strange sight to see. Two sexy maids being introduced to a gorilla, a pirate lady, a vampire, a pink panther and a bishop by a man dressed as a ballerina. Chapter Seven - Fulfilling Promises For the first hour, we were propelled round the room by Steve Potts. We were introduced to people who's names we had barely heard of let alone having any idea what they did. We danced with each other, danced with guys and at one stage with two of the girls from the main office block. "My Dennis would love me in that uniform." This from a girl in a red rubber dress and thigh high boots. "I love the make up Kathy, you look gorgeous." From a girl in a saloon girls outfit. "You make a lovely couple, you could even be sisters!" said a girl dressed as Cleopatra. We all ended up having a photo taken together. We looked like a collection of fetish fans dreams. The evening itself flew passed, it seemed no time at all to me from arriving to departing. I had a collection of phone numbers pushed on me as had Amanda, they made a stream of confetti from the cab on the way home. We were both a little tipsy and flirted with the driver who became very hot under the collar. In the apartment we posed for pictures again before taking the dresses off. Sitting on the sofa with a tall glass of cool white wine I watched Amanda bending over to light the fire and felt a rush of excitement building up. I got up and crossed the room to flick dimmer switch on the lights then moved over to where she was standing watching me. I put my glass down and took Amanda's from her. I slipped my hands round her waist and leaned forward to gently brush my lips over hers. She responded, gently at first but our passion grew as she walked me backwards to the sofa. I dropped onto it and watched as she unhooked her bra and then straddled my thighs, pinning me on the sofa and offering me one nipple and then the other. Kissing, licking and sucking on them until I heard her moaning softly, her hands reached behind me and unclipped my bra, easing it off she moulded my silicon's with her fingers. Tightly adhered to my skin I could feel the movement and found it a very exciting sensation. I had to hitch my hips and felt Amanda's fingers easing my erection from between my thighs. She freed me from the panties and then smiled nervously down at me. "Please, don't be disappointed with me Kathy," she breathed softly. I leaned forward and kissed her, long and sweet, searching her mouth with my tongue and hers pushing its way to respond. I eased her back and reached for the waistband of her panties when she straightened her legs, allowing me to ease them down. As quick as a flash she was tight against me again. The tip of my erection nudged against her, so close and so wonderful. "Your my first Kathy." "You're mine too!" I gasped. "Don't be disappointed Kathy!" she sobbed as she lowered herself slowly onto me. "I won't be Amanda, I promise!" I felt something hot against the flat of my stomach. Amanda began to move gently up and down and the heat traveled with her. I slipped my hand gently between us and my fingers met a hardness that was so familiar and yet so out of place that I couldn't understand. Regardless of my confusion my need increased in concert with Amanda's until in a crescendo of moans and groans we came to an earth shattering orgasm together. She sagged against me and my mind returned to the thing that should not be. I eased her back a little, still in my lap and I looked down to see a perfectly formed and erect penis. Almost a carbon copy of mine which was softening within her. She shuddered on my shoulder and began sobbing quietly, her tears fell onto my skin and she made to move away. "You hate me! You hate me!" she sobbed, rising higher and higher until the erection was a mere inch from my mouth. In slow motion my talon tipped fingers touched it, explored it and caressed it until I boobed my head forward and slipped my lips over the head. "Oh my God!"