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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Educating Danielle Part One By Karen E. Lea Chapter One Nearly four o'clock, Friday. I looked out from my office window overlooking the photo-graphic studio where the days work was finishing up. I had dinner plans for tonight and I wanted to get away soon as possible. We had had a busy week and after signing a contract with a large department store for all their fashion photography needs for the next twelve months, it was only going to get busier. We would photograph anything, but mainly fashion for magazines and brochures. With a small group of employees, we had earned a good reputation in the industry. I watched John the senior photographer and reflected how I became involved in the business. My profession is makeup artist. Ten years ago, John had employed me when he worked out of a small shop front. We got on well together and made a good team. John was great photographer, but unfortunately wasn't a business man. His heart wasn't in chasing money or keeping records, he just wanted to take photographs. He offered me the business, long as I kept him on as photographer. Starburst was born, and in leaps and bounds we grew to our present size in a large industrial unit in Artarmon, a suburb on the lower north shore of Sydney. Ten minutes later, after bidding everybody a good weekend, I headed home in my pride and joy, a white Range Rover. Forty minutes later the automatic gate to my driveway opened and I parked in front of the garage. My house is the larger home at the rear of a battleaxe block, the smaller home in front I rent out. The gate and long driveway keep me a respectable private distance from the street. I headed for my bedroom and started to lay out clothes to wear tonight. Underwear, then a floral sleeveless dress, white four inch sandals and ran a bath with scented bath crystals. Stripped of my dirty clothes which I tossed in to the hamper, I lowered myself into the bath of foaming suds. Using a razor for any stray hairs on my legs, I luxuriated in the warm water. As the water started to cool, I finished washing and let the water go. Patting myself dry, I moved to the bedroom and shaped and polished my nails. I had done my toenails last night. I lay on the bed while the polish dried to a hard finish. Once I was sure the nail polish was dry, nothing worse than half dry polish smudged, I padded back to the vanity in the bathroom to do my makeup. Twenty minutes later, satisfied with my look, back to the bedroom. Red satin panties first, deftly hiding my penis. Sorry didn't I say earlier, I'm a male. My dinner date is out with 'girls' like me. My bra came next with D cup forms, then a waist clincher and padded girdle. Too hot and humid for pantyhose, cross dressing in Sydney in January is always a problem because it's the middle of our summer and always humid, and my legs aren't bad, even if I do say so myself. The dress slipped easily over my head and I zipped it up. Selecting my brown page boy wig, I quickly put a brush through it and slipped it onto my head. My reflection mirrored the girl next door look I was after. My age is thirty five, but dressed I could easily pass for thirty four; the thought brought a giggle to my lips. Nearly there, shoes and perfume. DING DONG. God no, the doorbell, who in the hell could that be. I looked at my watch, seven fifteen. Well they get to meet Karen Elizabeth. I stepped in to my four inch heels, spritzed on the perfume, and checked the mirror. DING DONG. Coming, coming. I sashayed to the front door, my heels clicking on the tiled entrance. I opened the door, at that moment, time stood still. It did for me, even if for no one else. Standing there were two girls, the older one in her late twenties, voluptuous figure, not fat, voluptuous. Large breasts, dark hair down past her shoulders. It was love at first sight and I was dressed as the wrong gender. The other girl was fourteen, fifteen, no breasts, flawless complexion, the most beautiful green eyes and dark hair pulled back into a simple ponytail but not long, it barely reached past the nape of the neck. In the seconds it took to take this all in, the older girl spoke. "Er...hi, my name is Laura Marsden and this is my son Daniel, we're looking for Jeff Williams." "You've found him." Did she say son. No way. What did I say, did I say that or think that. From the look on their faces they heard me. It certainly got the young ones attention. "Sorry?" the older girl asked. There was no denying what I had said. Open mouth and change feet. "I'm Jeff Williams." Well they haven't screamed yet. The young one was rapt. She did say son, didn't she? "Um...Kay from the real estate office, said to pop in and say hi." God no, the new tenants from the front house. The two young blokes, who had it before, trashed the place, six thousand dollars to put right. Walls kicked in, doors torn off, the police found evidence of drugs in the house. It looked like they had a party, got high and wrecked the place. I vowed I would hand pick my next tenant and get to know them, even if it meant dropping the rent to suit, which I did for the Marsden's. The references from former landlords were glowing. Model tenants. My next job was to check on the other tenants scattered around the suburb. "Please come in, I think I'd better explain." "Um..." "No please, come in." I pleaded. They entered and I shut the door and I led them to the kitchen. "Wine, tea or coffee?" "Tea please." Putting the kettle on, I took the teapot and some cups from the cupboard. I put tea in the pot and then some plain biscuits on a plate. "I have no fancy biscuits, I'm sorry." "No, that's fine, you're very dressed up to answer the door, in fact, you look very nice." "Why, thank you, you're very beautiful yourselves, in fact, I feel very foolish now." "Nonsense, you look great, are you sure you're Jeff?" "Thank you and yes, I'm Jeff." The kettle boiled and I poured the water into the teapot. I put everything on to a tray and carried it into the lounge room. They followed me and sat on the lounge. I poured the tea and handed it to them. We all took a sip, then an awkward silence. "How do you like the house?" "It's beautiful, I never expected to be able to afford this area, we're stretched a bit but we'll manage." The young one, Daniel, had noticed my 'Wall of Fame' a complete wall of photographs of the girls I've made up over the years, famous and not so famous. I told them about my job. "That must be interesting." "It is. It's been a good career to me." "You're a bit dressed up for answering the door, were you going out." "It's our restaurant night; about a dozen of us get together." "We better let you go..." "No, please stay, it's not set in stone and I'm a bit late now." "Sorry..." "No its fine, I'd rather talk to you both." "So tell me, how did you find the house?" "Well it's a bit of a long story. Before Christmas I was promoted at work." "Congratulations." "I was congratulating myself at the time, but when the boss said office manager, I didn't realise he meant office scapegoat, anyway just after that, we were passing through the little shopping centre here and started talking to Kay. She said that something may be coming up soon and took some details. Well, here we are, and that's our story." "Would you like another cup of tea?" "No, thank you." "Daniel?" "No thank you." "You really do talk too much Daniel." He smiled wanly. He reminded me of somebody, but for the life of me I couldn't think who. "What do I call you, Jeff or Karen?" Laura asked. "Whatever you like, what ever you're comfortable with." "I'll go with Karen, because I'm not convinced I'm dealing with a guy, you've done nothing to convince me you're not a woman." "I can prove it." I said with a giggle. Daniel giggled. "What a darling cute giggle, honey." "Well, Karen, I'm completely intrigued by this." Laura said. "I'd like thank you for not running away screaming, I don't know why I said that." "That's alright...so what are we...?" "I'm a heterosexual transvestite, which sounds painful, But simply put means I like girls as well as dressing as one. I don't do it to attract men, I'm not gay, and it's something I have to do, which I can't explain." "Well you do it pretty well." "Thank you." Meanwhile, Daniel all this time, his eyes never left me. Even when looking at the photos on the wall, he kept looking over at me. "So Daniel, looking forward to a new school, what year are you in?" "Year ten and no." "Daniel gets teased at school a lot, he's very bright though." "Like his mum I bet." Laura blushed. "He has a beautiful complexion. I would kill to have skin like that." "I suppose living with only me he picked up my grooming habits, looking after his skin, moisturising morning and night." "It's certainly paid off. Why do they tease you honey?" He thought for a few seconds. "Mainly about my size, I'm not very good at sport and if I do something wrong on the field, I get told to go and play with the girls. They call me pretty boy a lot." "He was threatened with rape once, a couple of years ago." "You're joking, you poor thing," I said going over to him and hugging him, pulling his head into my false breasts. We talked for another hour, which went quickly. Laura rose to go and thanked me for the tea. I thanked her for her understanding and I apologized again. She said it was the most interesting Friday they have had for long time. I invited them to dinner the next night and I walked them to their place. My heels clicked on the concrete drive as I walked back to the house. Locking the garage door and front door, I went to my bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Silently admonishing myself for being such an idiot, I rationalised that at least the truth was out. Better than making out that two people lived here. Suddenly it hit me, who Daniel reminded of, a different hairstyle and he could be the spitting image of Natalie Wood. Slowly I undressed releasing the sexual tension as I went, putting on a baby doll nightie and eventually falling into a fitful sleep. Chapter Two Awaking the next morning, I showered, dressed as a male and had breakfast. The thought of meeting a girl and falling in love was a bit foreign to me, a long term bachelorette who was comfortable with my transvestism. Whatever possessed me to say what I did last night was beyond me, I was convinced I was breathing something other than fresh air. At least she didn't run off screaming and stayed to talk. Oh well it was said and done now. And her son Daniel, too pretty to be a boy. No wonder he's had a hard time at school, thirty minutes would be all I would need to turn him into a stunner. While eating, I wrote a shopping list for dinner tonight. This had to be perfect. Start with garlic prawns, rack of lamb and new vegetables, finish with apple pie and ice cream. Jotting down the ingredients I would need, I then cleaned up. Wallet, keys and phone, I was ready to go. I drove down the driveway into the street. Halfway down the street, I recognised Daniel. Pulling up at the curb, I tooted the horn; he looked around but kept walking. Of course, he doesn't recognise me. I lowered the passenger window and called his name. He stopped and turned. He still didn't recognise me, I didn't blame him, I looked considerably different. He was about to keep walking, when I called out, "It's me, Karen." He walked to the car, "Hi, can I give you a lift." "I guess" he said as he got in. "How are you?" "Fine." "Your mum?" "Pretty good." "I didn't freak her out to much last night, did I?" "I don't think so." "Still coming tonight?" "We're looking forward to it." "Great, where are you heading?" "Um, the library." "Bit of a hike from here." "That's cool, I can walk." "No, I'll take you, that's what I meant; it's a bit of a walk." I pulled into the library car park. We had driven the five kilometres, mainly in silence. He would answer a question, which was about it. Turning the motor off, I felt he was about to say something, then he changed his mind. We walked into the library, he inquired about joining, the woman gave him a form and he filled it out. We took the form back to the counter; she asked for ID, he didn't have any. "I'll have to get mum to come up next week." he said. "I'll vouch for him," I said, giving the woman my licence. "Thank you," he murmured. He then inquired about using the internet for study. The woman gave him an information sheet and we walked back to the car. "You can use my PC at home if you want, cable access, colour laser printer." "Cool, are you sure?" "Sure, if I'm home, you're welcome.' "It would save a lot of time, walking here and back." "Sure would." "Thanks K..., I mean Mr Williams." "It's Jeff, call me Jeff, I'm not that old." We stood in the sun, leaning on the Rover's bonnet, watching the birds in the park. "Mr Williams...can I ask you a question..." "Jeff remember, and sure, fire away." "It's a bit personal..." "Then it will probably be interesting, shoot." "How...when did...it doesn't matter." "No, go on, you've got this far, it's about Karen?" He nodded. "You've been dying to ask me, since I picked you up, haven't you?" "Yes." he said demurely. "Come on, we'll sit in the Rover with the air conditioning on." We got into the car; I started it and turned on the air conditioner. "Okay, shoot." He thought for a minute. "When did you know...you know...about Karen?" "Well, since I was about four, I was fascinated by women's shoes, still am, but the feelings were there, although Karen didn't have a name then. As I got older, the feelings got stronger for all female clothes. When I was your age, I used to go to bed at night wishing that I would wake up as a girl, it never happened of course. In fact when I was a teenager, the popular car magazine at the time had a colour ad on the back page. It was of a blonde girl sitting on the mudguard of a Mini Minor. I used look at that page before I went to bed at night wishing I would turn into that girl." He sat there and stared through the windscreen. "Too much information?" I ventured. "No." he started to cry. "Hey hey..." "I'm sorry, I...I'm like you and...I thought I was the only one." he sobbed. "That's normal, everybody who's a transvestite at your age think they're the only ones." "The group you go out with, how many in that?" "There are about 120 members, but there's some you never see. I'll show you a website later, there's over 3,000 people like us, all over the world and that's just the girls who put their details on it." "It's a relief to be able to tell someone." "Does your mum know?" "I don't think so, I've been really careful." "Probably not careful enough, she probably has her suspicions, most mums work it out." "Should I tell her?" "I wouldn't, but if she brings it up, go with it, in the meantime you've got me." "Thanks Jeff." I put the Rover into gear and headed for the street. "Want to come shopping?" "Okay, but I'll have to tell mum though." "We'll ring her." "Can't, haven't got a phone." "How come." "Moving up here really put mum under pressure, plus she owes money for the phone bill at the last place. Then the car died, she gave it to the mechanic to pay his bill. She's really worried how she going to afford the school fees." "Okay we'll drop past and let her know." "Okay." We drove home and Daniel went in and asked his mum. He came out again to the car. We waved and headed for the shopping centre. We found a spot in the car park finally and went inside. Daniel said he needed to go. I showed him where the toilets were and decided it wasn't such a bad idea as well. "Oh no, mum will hit the roof." Daniel said as he left the cubicle. "What's the matter?" "My jean zipper broke." "It's not your fault." She knows I wouldn't do it on purpose, but its like I said, she can't afford anything at the moment." "What about groceries?" "Nope, the moving and everything, just about bare." "Okay, come on first stop, new jeans." We went up to Spencer's Department Store. Luckily he fitted off the shelf, but only just, I bought him a pair of Levis, a couple of T- shirts and new runners. The assistant took the tags off the pair of the jeans and he changed into them. The rest packaged, we took it out to the car. "Early lunch?" "I've got no money on me." "My treat." We sat down in a coffee shop, ordered coffee and sandwiches. While we waited for our order I asked, "What do you think of changing schools?" "It's okay; I've averaged a new school a year for long as I can remember." "Why?" "Mums always trying improve where we live, although hopefully we might stay here a bit longer this time." "Miss your friends?" "Don't have any. I get teased a lot about the way I look and my size. I just stay out of sight and out of trouble." I studied his flawless complexion, the slender arms, even his hands were small and feminine, and those eyes, the most beautiful green. "How tall are you?" "Um, 165cm." "In the old money." "I don't know." I did the maths in my head, "Five foot five. Do you get mistaken for a girl much?" "Heaps. It's nice in a way, but if it happens at school, the teasing starts big time. In primary school, if they were short a girl for dancing or something, I'd the first one picked to make up the numbers." Our coffee and sandwiches arrived; we ate and chatted about school. Finished, I paid the bill and headed over to Woolies. I pulled a trolley out each. "It's a pity we're not dressed as mother and daughter; we could have a lot of fun." I whispered. Daniel blushed. "But we'll still have fun; just put anything that you need at home, okay." He nodded. We were going down the third aisle, when I turned around, Daniel had four items in the trolley and they were all generic. "This is a big shop Daniel; we're not sneaking up on it." "Mums got the groceries down to thirty dollars." "Okay, we'll start again." We went back to the first aisle. I started tossing things to him to put into the trolley, asking questions about there likes and dislikes. "Mum can't afford this." "You got clothes as a present, your mum gets groceries." Thirty minutes later we were at the checkouts. Daniel could barely see over the top of the trolley. We put both trolleys through the checkout and once outside; I sat him in a seat to guard the shopping. I had something to do. Walking quickly back to Spencer's, straight to the girls section. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but, I found a pink satin bra in 12C and matching hi-cut panties, a black mid thigh skirt and a white midriff sleeveless top. Paid for, I headed back in to the mall, brought the prawns for dinner and bread from the baker. Racing back to Daniel. "Okay let's go." We took the shopping, loaded it into the car and headed for home. We pulled into the garage. Daniel helped me take my groceries in to the house. Back to the car, we gathered up some bags and went down to Daniel's place through the back gate. We knocked at the door, Laura opened it, and she was as beautiful as I remembered from last night. She looked at Daniel in his new clothes, then to the bags of groceries. "Daniel, what's going on, who's this?" "Hi mum, this is Jeff." "Hi." "Hi." she smiled, "I'm still lost, what's with all the bags and why are you wearing new clothes." "My jean zipper broke, so Jeff bought me a new pair, and then he bought some groceries for us." "I'm sorry, but I can't afford any of this, why didn't you ask me first." "I didn't buy any of this to be reimbursed. They're gifts to Daniel and yourself." "I'll pay you back, I'm not into charity Mr. Williams, I just don't know how long it will take." "They are gifts, if I wanted to be repaid; I would've talked to you first." "Daniel, why didn't you stop him?" "Please don't involve Daniel; I didn't ask him, I just did it." This was not working. I was embroiled in an argument with people I didn't want to argue with. "Okay Daniel, lets take it all back. Miss Marsden, I'm deeply sorry, I was trying to help. I've known both of you less than twenty four hours and you are both extremely nice people, again, I'm sorry. Please, you'll still come to dinner?" She nodded. I picked up the bags, turned heel and headed back to my place. I wouldn't be shopping for a month now. Daniel helped me bring the rest of the bags into the house. I surveyed the sea of groceries. Daniel looked glum. "I'm sorry Jeff." "Not your fault, anytime you feel peckish, come and see me." He giggled. "That's a very cute giggle you've got there." "Thank you." I gave him a hug. "While I'm in trouble, I might as well dig myself in deeper. Come with me." I led him to my bedroom with the Spencer bag. "Here's another present for you." I said handing him the bag. While he opened the bag and gasped, I was in the walk-in robe looking for a pair of breast forms. "Here, these will help." "Jeff, these are beautiful, thank you." "You can keep them here, okay." "Cool." "I'd let you put them on now, except I think your mum may come up to give me another round." "She's very independent. I'll take off the jeans so you can take them back.' "No, there yours whatever happens, a late Christmas present." We took the tags off the bra, skirt and top, and put them where Daniel could find them. He thanked me as we walked out to the kitchen and the groceries. Good grief, what was I going to do with all this stuff. While I thought about it, the door bell rang. Uh oh. I glanced at Daniel. He shrugged. "You go." I said. He walked to the door and opened it. "Mum, you okay...mum?" I rushed to the door; Laura was there, tears streaming down her face, her eyes red from crying. "Miss Marsden, are you okay?" "Please forgive me...someone shows a bit of kindness..." "No, you're right, I should've asked. Come in, I'll make some tea." She stepped in. I hugged her, and said it was okay. God, she smelt nice. Daniel put the kettle on, while I sat Laura at the table. "Let's start again. Hi I'm Jeff." She smiled a weak smile. "Hi, I'm Laura, and obviously you've met Daniel, who seems to know where every thing is." "I watched Karen last night." He said getting the teapot and cups out. "Me and Daniel get on real well." "So it seems." "Have you had lunch?" "No." "Make you a sandwich, because the way I'm going, dinner is going to be late tonight." "No, I'm fine thank you." Daniel bought the teapot and cups to the table. He poured and we sipped our tea. "I will pay you back." Laura said. "I don't want to be paid back, please take the groceries and use them." "What about the clothes?" "They're Daniels late Christmas present." "Did you thank Mr Williams?" "Yes mum." "Please Laura, its Jeff." "Okay Jeff, I'll take the groceries." "Thank god, because I didn't know what I was going to do with them." We finished our tea and carried the bags back to the other house. Daniel got permission to come back to my place to help me. I locked the front door and closed the garage door so Laura couldn't wander in unannounced. "Go try your other clothes on." He quickly stripped, put on the panties tucking himself back between his legs. The bra next with the breast forms. He slid the skirt up his legs and slipped the top on. I took out his ponytail and brushed his hair. He was beautiful even without makeup. "Honey, you are beautiful, totally bodacious." Daniel giggled. "Don't you ever lose that giggle, you hear." "Jeff, the outfits lovely, thank you." "I'd love you to stay that way, but I don't won't to upset your mum anymore than I have already." "That's okay. You know what you said today, about mother and daughter out shopping, could we do that?" "Sure, I promise, Aunt Karen and her niece Danielle, how's that." "Cool." "We play our cards right, your mum may even come." "That would be way cool." "Now that sounds like a teenager." Chapter Three Daniel changed and we went out to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. Once everything was under control, I took him into the study and showed him the 'urnotalone' site on the internet. His eyes popped when he saw the amount of girls like us. Leaving him to it, I went and had a shower. Daniel went down and got his mum at six o'clock and brought her back to the house. I greeted her at the door and fell in love again. We sat in the lounge with a glass of wine. "I hope I didn't freak you out last night, I apologize." "No, not freaked, surprised, intrigued, but not freaked." "That's great." Daniel told his mum about me letting him use the internet for his homework. He won't have to go down to the library. He then went on to tell her about the dinner preparations, the shopping today. I was praying that he wouldn't say too much in his excitement. "Okay, what have you done with him?" "Sorry?" "Daniel, what have you done with him?" "This is him...I hope." "Muum." "I have never seen him so excited." "Well, we've had a fun day, I guess. Bit of excitement here and there." "Sorry about that." "That's okay, I'm glad you took it all." Daniel pulled his mum up to look at the photos on the wall. She was impressed; I topped up her wine glass when she sat down again. "There's never been a Mrs Williams?" "Er...no." I was surprised by the question. "I've dated the odd girl, but nothing serious. Mr Marsden?" "Never was a Mr Marsden, it's my maiden name." She sipped her wine. "I was sixteen when Daniel was born. Everybody was helpful and kind up till the birth. When Daniel was born, a lot of things were said that should have been unsaid. Even by my own parents, I was called things that hurt. When I moved home after the hospital, it became unbearable and I moved to the city. We've done it pretty tough, but we're slowly getting there, aren't we honey?" Daniel nodded. "Tell him about my father." "Oh the best bit, Richard came to the hospital the day after the birth, called me an effing slut and I wasn't getting a cent out of him out of him and I haven't seen him since or heard from him." "Charming." "I refuse to even refer to him as Daniel's you know what." I looked at Daniel sitting beside me, "You okay?" "Yep." "Oh we've cried this out of our systems a long time ago." she said. "Do you have any contact with your family?" "My older sister, we talk occasionally, well I listen, and she talks. I rarely get a word in. Her eldest daughter is getting married in a couple of months and we were hoping to go to the wedding. Now the cars dead, that might not happen." "Plus the stipulation." Daniel said. "Stipulation?" "Where the reception is, you have to be over eighteen. I've never heard such an condition before. I think it's my sister just keeping out kids." "Would you be able to turn me into a twenty year old?" Daniel asked. "I could, but you wouldn't look like Daniel." I said. "I thought about a suit, but then he would look younger, not older and I don't think makeup would be much help." Laura said. "With his build, he would look like a twelve year old in a suit. There is no way I could make a twenty year old male out of him." "But you said you could turn him into a twenty year old." "Well, I can, but I don't think you would like the outcome." "Why?" "Well, false boobs, waist clincher, nice dress, makeup, jewellery, nice hairdo, four inch heels. I could turn him into a twenty two year old." "Oh I see, it would work wouldn't it." "Sure would, but then you would have to explain away your stunning daughter." "Hmm." "Think you could handle being a twenty year old girl." I asked Daniel. "Guess so, with a bit of practice." Laura studied her son over the top of her wine glass. Before anything else could be said, the kitchen timer went off. "Come on maestro, show time." We went to the kitchen and I cooked the entr?e while Daniel readied the plates and seated his mother at the table. After the entr?e we served the main course. We chatted while we ate and by the time I was ready to offer desert, nobody could fit it in. Daniel offered to put the coffee on and busied himself in the kitchen cleaning up while the drip filter did its job. He bought the coffee and cups to the table. "You'll make somebody a wonderful wife." Daniel blushed. "He is the most wonderful, good natured teenager I've ever come across." I told Laura. Laura agreed. We took our coffee to the lounge room. Daniel sat next to me with his mother opposite. He yawned. "Tired mate?" "Sure am." I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him towards me. He laid his head on my shoulder. "Comfortable honey." his mum asked. "Yes." "That's good." she giggled. "Would you like desert now?" "I couldn't eat another thing, thank you." "You'll have to come back tomorrow for dessert." "Okay it's a date, that alright with you sleeping beauty?" "Yes mum." "How would you like to go out tomorrow, for a drive somewhere?" "No thank you, we've taken up enough of your weekend." "Please...it's not a problem, I enjoy both your company." "Please mum." "Long as I supply the picnic lunch." "And I'll bring the apple pie, done." "What time?" "Ten o'clock." "It's a date." "We'll get going and see you in the morning." She said rising from the lounge. "Ok" I walked them to the door and down to their place. I hugged Daniel and thanked him for all his help. He didn't want me to let go, but finally we parted. I shook hands with Laura, although I really wanted to kiss her. She thanked me for dinner and I went home to bed. Chapter Four The next day dawned bright and clear. They were at the door at ten sharp. We put the chiller bags in the Rover and headed off, deciding to go north to the Hunter Valley and visit some wineries. I was just happy to be with them both and I was completely head over heels in love with Laura. It was tempting to declare my love to her, but fear of rejection kept me in my place. We had a great day, lunching under a shady tree, tasting wine at some wineries. The day went quickly, too quickly and by six, we were parked back in the garage. Laura thanked me for a lovely day. I could see that Daniel wanted to come into my place. "Do you want to surf the net with me Daniel?" "Could I mum?" "You can come and watch." I offered. "No, I have ironing to do and get ready for work tomorrow, and I don't think Jeff needs a sixteen year old under foot." '"No, its no trouble, if I'm home, he's welcome anytime. I'll even feed him." She smiled and said, "Have fun." We walked inside, locked the door, and went to the study to start the computer. Daniel asked if he could get dressed. I really wanted to let him, but explained that I didn't want to upset his mum. He understood and we surfed the net for an hour. We made a sandwich and ate it at the table. Throwing the dishes in the sink, we went back to the study, I told him to stay there, back soon. I went down to Laura's back door and knocked. She answered. "Hi." "Hi, is it alright if Daniel stays the night?" "That's okay as long as he's not a problem." "No, never, it's nice to have the company for a change." "I'm happy he's mixing with somebody else besides me." "It's funny, I didn't realise how lonely I was till this weekend." She smiled. God, even the smile did things to me. "I'll bring him down in the morning." "Um...Jeff." "Yes." "I don't know how to say this...um, if Daniel asks...about you know, how do I say this...Daniel may ask about...Karen and its okay...I'm sorry, this sounds stupid, I can't even string a sentence together...if he asks, can you discuss it with him or whatever." "Okay I've got the gist of it." "Thank you." "Are you okay, do you want to discuss it?" "No, I'm really cool with it, but I know Daniel will have questions." "No worries. Good night." "Good night." Walking back to the house, I went into the study. "You've been pinged, my boy." "Sorry?" "I was just talking to your mum, she knows." "She told you?" "In a roundabout way, yes." He stared at the computer screen, "I've been so careful." "Doesn't matter, she's really cool with it. By the way, you're staying the night, that's what went down to ask her." "Cool. Can I you know..." "I think so." We went to the bedroom; he stripped and got his new clothes out. He pulled the panties up his legs, he was about to tuck himself between his legs. I stopped him. "Honey, I'll show you a way so you can sit without squashing your balls." "It does get uncomfortable." "What I do is push my penis between my legs and pull my balls out to the front; they create a sort of mound...that's it, now pull up the panties. Makes sitting much more comfortable." He put the bra on and dropped in the breast forms. Next he stepped in to the skirt and pulled the top over his head. He brushed out his hair, and then I sat him at the vanity. I showed him the makeup and let him do it to see what he knew. Twenty minutes later, I stood in awe, this kid was good. I showed him some tricks with colour and shadow. I looked for some shoes. Mine were nine and half, he took the same as his mum, an eight. I had a white court shoe with a four inch heel that was way too tight for me; I don't what possessed me to buy them. He put them on, they were a bit loose, but he could walk in them. We finished it off with a bit of jewellery and a dab of perfume. "You are totally awesome." I said as he spun in front of the mirror. "Thank you." "If we go out, I'm going to have to watch you, the guys are going to go ape." "I'm not interested in guys." "I know, but they will be certainly interested in you." We hugged. I followed him back to the study. If there was a boy in this package, I couldn't see it. He walked perfectly in the heels. We sat at the computer and surfed the net and discussed transvestism. Even talking to him I forgot that a boy was there, his voice soft and melodious. Before we knew it, eleven o'clock was on us. We were both yawning, but enjoying the conversation too much. "Come on honey, I have to find Daniel and go to bed." He looked disappointed, but understood. We went to the bedroom and took the makeup off, then stripped for a quick shower. When he came out, I gave him a nightie to wear. I was about to turn the light out when I had a thought. "What are you doing tomorrow?" "Nothing. Stay at home and do the housework for mum." "Want to come to the studio with me?" "Could I." "We'll check with your mum in the morning." We talked till we fell asleep. Chapter Five We awoke next morning late; I had forgotten to set the alarm. Jumping out of bed, I showered while Daniel dressed in boy clothes. Dressing quickly, I took Daniel down to his mum's place to ask if he could come to the studio with me. Laura was about to leave for work, Daniel grabbed some fresh clothes while I spoke to her. She said it was fine. "Come on mate, quick breakfast before we go." We said goodbye, then went back to my kitchen, ate a bowl of cereal each and drank a glass of juice. Daniel changed into some clean clothes and five minutes later we were on our way. We finally arrived and I parked the Rover. I went to my office introducing Daniel to Annette, an overweight woman in her forties, who was my bookkeeper and office assistant. I took him into my office, which had a window overlooking the main studio. I made some notes of things I had to do today, and then took him downstairs to meet everybody. I found John in his office. Although John looked like he had spent the night on a park bench, he was a highly talented photographer and a genius with a camera. He was in his late thirties, thin with a scraggly beard. He said hi to Daniel then turned to me, "How's my new camera coming along?" "When we get the money, anyway, the one you've got is only eight months old." "Old technology now man." I rolled my eyes. We have this conversation at least once a week. Cathy his assistant was next door. She was a good photographer in her own right, but she was absolutely brilliant with digital imaging. They exchanged hellos, and then we went in search of Cindy and Charlene, who were both makeup artists and hairdressers. Cindy was in the makeup room, sorting new makeup. She was in her mid twenties, five foot ten leggy blonde. She looked up as we entered, "Hi boss, who's your girlfriend." "Cindy, this is Daniel." "No way." "Way." "Okay you're the boss. By the way Charlene's sick." "Can you handle today?" "Yeah, should be okay. I could use your cute girlfriend." "Cindy!" "Okay, okay. She's a boy." Daniel giggled. "Are you sure?" "Well he's not stripping to prove it; you'll think carnal thoughts and ravish him." "Already done that. Leave him with me and I'll educate him." "He can probably show you a thing or two. If you need a hand, sing out." She fixed me with a stare and I retaliated by poking my tongue out. Our relationship was a bit unorthodox to outsiders, but she was a good and loyal employee. Returning to my office to attend to emails and phone calls, the morning passed quickly and before I knew it, it was midday. Cindy and Daniel were standing at the door, "Want anything for lunch, boss." I looked up and had to look twice. Daniels face was made up and he had small breasts, "What happened to you?" "One of the models went all wussy on me. If she wasn't a girl, she wasn't getting undressed in front of him. So I made him, her." "Is this the one the client supplied?" "Yep. Besides that, John is ready to strangle her. She's a pain in the you know where." "I'll put her on the 'we don't want her again' list." "Do you want lunch?" "Thanks." I said handing her a fifty dollar note. "Take Daniels out of that as well." They returned ten minutes later and we ate in my office together. Daniel was quite talkative while we ate. They put their rubbish in the bin and were about ready to go downstairs again, "One thing boss, if you come downstairs, she's Danielle otherwise that paranoid bitch will go bananas." "Okay." After an hour I went down to see how it was going. Cindy had Daniel doing simple makeup repairs, she winked, "She's good, where did you find her?" "A neighbour just moved in." The girl came back in for a change, complaining non stop. She was down to her underwear before she noticed I was there. She shrieked. I left with Cindy laughing her head off. John saw me walking back to my office and hailed me. I walked over to him and he gave the rounds of the kitchen over this girl. She had put the day back an hour at least. I calmed him down and went back to the office. The afternoon sped by and they finally finished on schedule despite the girl. We headed for home after Daniel took his makeup off and locking up. I asked how his day was, he was ecstatic, he wanted to go again. Long as his mum was okay, it was fine with me. I asked if he was embarrassed seeing the girls naked. He told me he saw his mum all the time naked after a shower, he would sit on the end of the bed and talk while she got dressed and did her makeup. He reckoned his mum had a better body than some of the girls today. That I could believe. End of Part I