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Two by Two, Chapter 13 ? by: Beverly Taff That Friday evening, the friends telephoned to Invite Jane and Sally to a barbecue at Vicky's house the next day. Naturally, Davinia was invited as well. Davinia's first night spent as a bitch at Jane's apartment was to fulfill all her nervous expectations. Davinia's bitch parts had positively leaked with lust as they anticipated Jane's beautiful cock finally consummating her new relationship within the little trio. Of course, Sally had already technically taken Davinia's 'virginity' but it was to be Jane's real cock ejaculating real fluids that finally completed Davinia's new purpose in life. After the cafe had closed that Friday evening Davinia had to be washed after spending the evening befriending the customers in the restaurant. Everybody had been enchanted by the beautiful golden haired Basset Hound for she seemed to radiate a particularly sharp intelligence. The regular diners congratulated Jane and Sally on their new pet and most of the diners couldn't resist stroking Davinia's long silky coat. One lady simply couldn't resist playing with the long silky hair and took a ribbon from her bag to tie Davinia's extra-long mane into a pretty little topknot. It certainly enhanced Davinia's appearance and perfectly matched the swishing 'flag' on Davinia's tail. Sally and Jane were tickled by the addition to Davinia's appearance and resolved to keep the style. Despite her internal, human, male persona, even Davinia was forced to concede, that the bright pink bow perfectly complemented her long golden hair. She found herself studying the effect in the mirror as every woman did and she grinned self-consciously to herself. "Good God Davinia! You're becoming a proper little bitch bimbo.? Still, the bow certainly did look nice. Finally, the cafe was closed for the night and the trio decided to bath together. Davinia had spent much time around the tables on the outside pavement and her coat had become pretty dirty as she perambulated between the tables frequently rolling over to be petted and sitting obediently as guests stroked her coat. Naturally her pussy plug caused a few raised eyebrows but it had long been accepted that a bitch living so close to the park was a vulnerable target for any horny passing mongrel, particularly when that bitch spent so much time unsupervised amongst the pavement tables. Jane had long passed off the plug as a special contraceptive device for she did not yet want her bitch spayed. Occasionally a nosey guest might have secretly fingered the plug out of curiosity but nobody ever realised that manipulating the pussy plug caused Davinia such tremendous pleasure. If the guest proved to bee too inquisitive, Davinia could just about find the will to resist the pleasures and make a desultory snap with her soft rubberised teeth. The whole 'pussy plug' issue served only to make Davinia extremely cautious and wary of any persistent abusers who might have eventually realised her true condition. In addition to the plug situation, Davinia came to realise that living so close to the floor incurred serious penalties when it came to keeping clean. That night, after completing her own doggy toilet, Davinia gratefully accepted the invitation to join Jane and Sally in the large tub that adjoined the playroom. Gently she was hefted into the warm soapy water and was soon cavorting eagerly with Jane and Sally amidst the bubbles and bath salts. Being plump, she found it easy to float in the bath but swimming was difficult with such stubby little paws. Davinia soon found herself eagerly participating in the salacious water games as human fingers and doggy noses each found their way into intimate places. By the time they were all dry and ready for bed, all three libidos were bursting with anticipation. That night, Davinia experienced just about every aspect of female sex she had thought possible, and several she had never imagined existed. Finally she fell asleep with Jane's cock entrenched deep inside her and the knot firmly embedded inside her bitch sphincter. Furthermore, the tickler ring at the base of Jane's cock was attached to a secondary dildo. This dildo was embedded in Sally's pussy so Sally was also fastened by her sphincter to Jane. Davinia was thus squeezed intimately between them with her cunt being reamed and pleasured by Jane whilst her nipples were being titillated and engorged by Sally's breasts. Davinia's bitch nature was in heaven whilst her male persona couldn't resist the idea of sharing a bed with two girls even if one of them did have a cock. When they woke in the morning, Sally separated easily by deflating the artificial knot on the dildo. Jane's natural cock knot and Davinia's sphincter remained still firmly tied for they had no such control over their unruly libidos. As Sally recognised Jane and Davinia's predicament she realised that Jane could not move anywhere with the giant animated sausage of lustful flesh still firmly attached and dragging from her penis. To move around, Jane would have to scuff around on her hands and knees with her cock trapped inside Davinia's cunt sphincter. Without some sort of carriage, Davina would be Jane's 'Anchor'. Sally slipped away and returned with a special little adjustable trolley to place by the bedside. With Jane and Davinia still tied 'cunt to cock', they carefully manhandled the nervous Davinia onto the trolley. With ordinary walking now possible, Jane slipped a soft silky peignoir over her shoulders and draped the front over Davinia's bottom. Then she stepped into a pair of heeled mule slippers. With the peignoir masking their intimate attachment it looked as though Jane was simply wheeling Davinia along the corridor. Carefully she pushed the 'close-coupled' trolley ahead of her while she minced delicately towards the stairs. Of course, the vibrations from the trolley wheels and Jane's mincing 'high-heeled' gait sent delightful vibrations through Davinia's cunny and the poor bitch started squirming lasciviously. When they arrived at the top of the stairs Davinia was getting desperate for satisfaction. She humped Jane's cock eagerly and nearly slid off the trolley as it bounced onto the footplate of the stair lift. Fortunately Jane's rock hard penis acted to firmly anchor Davinia to the trolley and Davinia managed to scramble backwards and avoid catastrophe. As the fright sent shockwaves through her body, Davinia's sphincter tightened further in a reflexive attempt to 'hold on' to anything that would save her fall. The sphincter's clenching caused Jane to gasp with increased lust as she recovered the situation then adjusted the trolley height and settled in the seat with Davinia still tied intimately to her cock. Slowly the chairlift started descending the stairs. Now Davinia understood what Sally had meant the previous evening about the use of the stair lift. Davinia felt a slight twinge of nervousness as she peered over the edge of the trolley and considered the drop to the bottom of the spiral stairs. 'It was a huge drop for a short legged little butterball like her. She would have bounced and tumbled like a falling barrel, for her stumpy little legs had already proven to be useless at absorbing any impact.' She lay frustratingly still and nervous until the stair-lift finally reached the bottom with a gentle bump. Davinia tried to stand so that Jane could avoid adjusting the trolley again but her little legs were still not long enough. As Jane rose carefully to her feet they still had to synchronise their movements and adjust the trolley simultaneously until Jane and Davinia were standing at the correct height. By now the activity was having a powerful effect on both of them. With each step in her heeled mules, Jane's pelvis thrust forward and invaded Davinia's eager sex. Davinia could not help responding and after a few steps she was eagerly humping in synchronisation to Jane's stride. Quickly their mutual orgasm mounted until they were forced to pause in the corridor as the explosion approached. Sneakily, Sally slipped up behind Jane and gently brushed the smooth backs of her thumbnails against the soft silky material that encased Jane's engorged nipples. Jane let out a groan of delight and exploded with pleasure exactly as Davinia whined with lustful satisfaction. Then she collapsed forward and slumped along Davinia's back as her loins thrust uncontrollably. Sally continued simply brushing Jane's rigid nipples through the peignoir until Jane's spasmodic jerks subsided. Eventually Jane gave a little whimper and struggled to recover her composure. "Was that nice darling?" Sally asked. "Wonderful!" croaked Jane. "What about you Dumdums?" she asked Davinia. Davinia gave a long low whine and waggled her butt responsively. Once again she cursed her inability to speak and simply did not know what 'body language' could convey the utter pleasure she was savouring. Jane giggled as Davinia's twitching tickled her supersensitive cock then she started pushing the trolley again. Still heaving stentorian breaths, Jane finally pushed the trolley into the kitchen. There she stopped by a kitchen chair and readjusted again to settle sideways to the table. Davinia was now lying on the trolley with her head at table height. As Jane sipped a hot strong coffee, Davinia had to drink nearly a pint of milk before she finally felt the urge to relieve herself. Self-consciously she looked dolefully over her shoulder and whined as she 'cocked' her leg incongruously to signal her needs. "About time too, you little nympho," giggled Jane as she rose gently and adjusted the trolley yet again. Then, still intimately attached to each other they trundled towards the downstairs bathroom. There, Sally had to help the naked Jane hoist Davinia into the bath and turn on the shower. Amidst the hissing spray, Davinia finally relieved herself and her sphincter relaxed. Jane slipped free with the usual dull 'plop' and Davinia whined nervously. Davinia's bitch parts felt the strange pleasure-pain of the partition then she squirmed salaciously as Sally gently manipulated her inverted scabbard back into her pussy. The exquisitely sensitive 'tubercle' finally 'flipped' back inside Davinia's sphincter sending paroxysms of lust surging through her loins. She yelped with surprised delight then started to whine eagerly as she tried to hump just about anything in sight. Sally smiled knowingly at Jane and went to collect Davinia's pussy plug. Deftly, she inserted it into Davinia's screaming sex and the frustrated bitch immediately calmed down. Davinia sagged with relief as her pussy sphincter now felt properly 'plugged'. Jane smirked knowingly as she watched Davinia subside. 'Yes', she thought, 'without her essential pussy plug, poor Davina was a right little horny bitch!' "We'd both better take a shower darling," suggested Jane to Davinia, "I smell of your piss and the other dogs will try to shag you stupid with all that cunt juice around your pussy." Davina could easily smell her own secretions and knew only too well what could happen if she was exposed to other dogs outside. Gratefully she savoured the refreshing spray as Jane shampooed and dried the both of them. They emerged with their hair gleaming an hour later just as Vicky and Staz came around to collect them for the barbecue. "Mmm. You smell nice darling," complimented Staz as he savoured Davinia's provocative scent. Davinia whined nervously and backed between Jane's legs to protect her vulnerable bitch parts. "It's all right darling, I won't harm you. I'm not an animal," reassured Staz. This evoked a choked giggle from Jane, Vicky and Sally as they climbed into the car. "It's a pity she can't talk back to you Staz," giggled Sally, "I'm sure she'd have lots to say." "Perhaps she might; one day. Who can tell?" "I don't think so," finished Jane. "Doctor Ahmed made a particular point of making sure Davinia would never talk unless he particularly reversed certain procedures in her brain. She can understand you perfectly Staz, but she'll never be able to tell anybody who she is or what she was. She'll be a dumb bimbo bitch until the day she dies. Won't you Dumdums?" She gushed as she turned to playfully tousle Davinia's long silky coat. Davinia barked with frustration and buried her nose under Sally's short frock as she sulked tearfully. 'It just wasn't fair!' cried Davinia to herself. Why was Staz allowed to talk and she not? Still' she concluded, 'there was some hope. It apparently only required some rewiring in her human brain and her doggy throat.' She lay silently savouring Sally's sex with her cold damp nose as Sally squirmed responsively then readjusted the hem of her frock to hide Davinia's lascivious intimacy. The others chatted about the possibility of Davinia ever being allowed to talk whilst Vicky fell silent as she concentrated on the busy weekend traffic. The main topic of conversation at the barbecue was the forthcoming marriage between Sally and Jane. Preparations were well advanced for the wedding and the following reception at Jack's club in the gay village. Vicky and Beverly chatted mainly about a substitute to look after the triplets now that Sally was moving out. As Jane joined them, she remembered a letter she had recently received and made a suggestion. "I've got a niece who's fallen out with her mother, that is, my older sister. Apparently my sister disapproved of her daughter's life style and things have broken down. She say's it was bad enough me turning out to be gay, -which you all know I'm not-, and she thinks there may be something in the family genes. Apparently this niece of mine has turned out to be a lesbian. Well, my older sister is a narrow-minded, homophobic old rat-bag who thinks that all trannies are gay so God alone knows what she thinks of her own daughter turning out to be a lesbian! I haven't spoken to my sister for years but a friend has kept in touch with me and I found out about my niece through her. I knew this friend when we were in school and discovered she was a secret lesbian even then in high school. Her name is Julie and she's been a closet lesbian all her life but she's a decent girl with a heart of gold. Anyway, this friend, Julia, discovered that my sister had thrown her own daughter out onto the street so she took her in. The poor kid was only fifteen and homeless." "So why are you telling us this?" asked Vicky. "The girl needs a break. She's been living with Julie for nearly a year now and at that age, kids are really exploring their sexuality. Julia's an infant teacher and she's afraid that Trysta?s sexual explorations might expose Julie?s own secret sexuality. She could lose her job. You know what it's like in Smallville, Bible belt, USA. Julie could also end up in real trouble if she's forced to keep her lesbianism a secret and continue living under that sort of pressure. They live in this tiny little Bible-belt town in the Deep South. You know the sort of place, ranting bible thumpers preaching fire and brimstone. Any sort of deviancy is liable to find you winding up dead or ridden out of town on a rail. A spell down here in the gay village would help Trysta come to terms with herself; find herself as it where. She could live with Sally and me if necessary. Julia tells me she's not a bad girl, just that she fell foul of her mother's homophobia." Vicky drew a deep nervous breath. "Well we could try her as a nanny on probation. Staz is home all day and he could keep an eye on her. If we don't tell her about Staz, he could monitor any potential danger to the children." "She's a lesbian Vicky, not a child murderer. If she does come to stay though, we'd best warn everybody not to reveal Staz's secret," cautioned Beverly. "You'd best chat with Staz about it." And so it came to be. Jane's niece, Trysta, arrived a couple of weeks later. Julia was off for the long summer vacation and she was keen to sample the lifestyle offered by Jane and her friends. The gay village had developed a national reputation and was becoming a popular recreational destination for gays. Julia and Trysta drove across country together and they arrived early one evening just as Jane and Sally were opening up the cafe. Jane smiled as she recognised Julia and stepped forward to embrace her in a tight emotional hug. Trysta stood on the other side of the car watching curiously until Davinia waddled up and nosed softly at Trysta's ankles to make her welcome. Tears filled Jane's eyes as she sighed and squeezed Julia. "Long time, no see! I thought you'd have given up on the bible bashers and come out here long ago." Julia grinned and they kissed each other emotionally. Julia whispered, "Hi yourself. I've got to think of my job and the pension. I'll have to stay in teaching for a long time yet. The life's not that bad and I get to the big city when I really need to. But just look at you! My you've turned out really terrific. Is this the same traumatised kid who ran screaming from that appalling school all those years ago?" "Well things move on. How's my son?" asked Jane in a low voice. "He's OK. Your ex remarried soon after she returned home to the town so there's a stepfather on the scene. He's a tidy guy though. Actually he's one of the rare guys in the town who doesn't show any homophobia. He doesn't beat your boy up and I see them out and about all the time. The kid's in my school so I see him a lot. He seems happy with his new dad and they seem to be getting it together. He's got a couple of baby stepsisters now. By the way, the girl playing with the Basset hound is Trysta, your niece." Jane turned to study the girl. A slender, well toned kid of about five foot five or five six. The girl was eagerly playing with Davinia who was relishing the extra attention. Trysta obviously had not realised the identity of the woman talking to Julia. She was bent over tickling Davinia's belly and unconsciously displaying the crotch of her panties under the flimsy summer frock. Julia clambered into the little roadster and reached across to tap Trysta's butt to attract her attention. The girl stood upright and realised she had been displaying her panties but she did not even blush. She grinned cheekily then stepped lithely around the car and tossed her braided hair as she boldly studied Julia's friend. Her gaze was steady and unafraid as she appraised Jane. Jane smiled and noticed that the girl's eyes were mismatched colours. One was a particularly startling turquoise blue whilst the other was a rich chestnut brown. Jane had seen mismatched eyes before but this was a particularly noticeable feature. Trysta's mismatched eyes studied Jane predatorily and she smiled thoughtfully as she openly appraised the attractive woman that Julia had been earnestly talking to. 'Could this be one of Julia's secret 'lipstick lesbian friends,' thought Trysta. "D'you recognise this lady?" asked Julia as she contemplated Trysta's imminent surprise. "Should I?" replied Trysta. Julia hesitated as she savoured the moment. "Yes. She's your uncle Jane." Trysta's jaw sagged with shock. She knew she was going to meet her mother's weirdo transvestite brother but she had expected to meet a man in drag. Surely this delightful eye candy could never be her uncle! Trysta's jaw worked spasmodically for a few shocked moments before she found her voice. "You mean, - you mean you're really Uncle James; my Mother's brother!" "The very same," smiled Jane as she cautiously extended an open hand. Trysta remained staring stupidly at the stunning attractive picture of femininity and her immaturity betrayed her. She had no idea a transvestite could ever be so convincing. Her mother had only once ever mentioned the existence of this scandalous uncle and only then in scornful derogatory terms. Someone in the town had once mentioned it and Trysta had innocently asked her mother if it was true. Her mother had immediately scolded her daughter and demanded that she 'never ask about 'that sick little pervert ever again'! Thus Trysta had grown up never daring to ask about this shadowy family secret. When Julia had taken her in off the streets, she had learned a bit more about her uncle but only to confirm that he was a transvestite and lived out west. Once Trysta had finally recognised her own homosexuality, she had begun to wonder about this unmentionable uncle out west. In an effort to try and understand about transvestites, Trysta had once gone to the nearest town and visited a seedy secretive bar where a few transvestites were known to hang out during the weekends. Being young and ill informed, Trysta had visited the bar too early in the evening and only a few individuals were yet arrived. These individuals where the regulars, veritable 'longshoremen in drag' and they had viewed the young girl with some suspicion. Only one transvestite was prepared to talk but Trysta learned nothing. The barman had spotted her asking questions and feared for his license. Before she could learn anything, she was asked to leave for being under-age. She left the bar with a very narrow image of hulking great men in oversized frocks with thick beard shadows. As a result of this single experience, Trysta had truly expected her uncle to be a ridiculous parody of a woman, some oversized painted clown with heavy shoulders, slender hips, angular calves and thick layers of makeup pan-caked over his face to hide the beard shadow. Instead she was confronted with a stunning beauty extending a beautifully manicured, delicate little hand. Trysta's jaw continued working spasmodically as the vision smiled condescendingly. 'Could this, - this vision of loveliness, really be her own uncle! This gem was something altogether different.' This delightful figure still extending her delicate hand was nothing remotely like what Trysta had expected. Trysta felt her loins dampen with curious anticipation as she drank in the vision. Finally, Trysta remembered her manners and shook the extended hand as she also shook her head to clear her brain. Jane smiled knowingly as she recognised Trysta's youthful shock. The doubt still shone in Trysta's confused smile and Jane spoke softly to reassure the nervous young filly. "Honestly darling. I'm truly your uncle; a man with all the bits. I don't bite though." Trysta continued staring as she recovered her wits but her loins continued to moisten with unexpected desire. 'Don't be stupid kid!' Trysta told herself. 'If what she says is true, then this girl is really a man. Remember you're a lesbian kid. You don't like men, you don't like cocks,' she tried to convince herself. The idea of a dick hidden under Jane's smart skirt sent a shudder through Trysta's body. She wanted to say to herself, 'Uurgh! A man!' But the picture of loveliness sent completely contradictory messages through her loins. Trysta surreptitiously squeezed her thighs as she finally remembered that this Jane was her own uncle. She spread her arms to embrace the stunningly attractive lady who was actually slightly shorter than her. "You really are my uncle then? This isn't some sort of joke that gay villagers play on newcomers?" "No, I'm very same, you mother's own younger brother. This young lady is Sally, my fiancee, and that friendly old pooch you've been playing with is Davinia our guard dog come canine companion. She's really a big softy and therefore a hopeless guard dog with no bite at all. But she's very nervous and she's got a very loud bark. We live over the shop but we're just about to open. Come and have something to eat." Trysta hesitated as she studied Sally, her uncle's 'companion' and wondered what sort of woman would want to have a transvestite for a partner. Then she looked again at Jane and answered her own silent question. 'Sally must be some sort of lesbian as well.' Thus reassured, Trysta embraced Sally then grabbed her bag from the roadster and followed her uncle into the restaurant. She could not take her eyes of Jane's swaying butt and once again had to remind herself that there was a fully functioning cock inside that frock. As Jane set the coffee percolator on, Sally gave Julia and Trysta the grand tour of the cafe and garden then showed them their rooms above the cafe before rejoining Jane in the restaurant downstairs. The two regular waitresses had arrived and Jane was taking a little break. They sat and chatted briefly as the restaurant gradually got busier then Jane had to pitch in and help her staff. Sally invited Julia and Trysta to visit Jack's bar down in the village. "I've heard a lot about Jack's place," observed Julia. "Is it as good as the stories we hear?" "One of our friends is a partner. Her name is Beverly. D'you want to go and meet her? Jane will be busy here until about nine then she'll join us. It's midweek and the trade is mainly lunchtime and early evening. The weekends are busier with late night trade." Julia jumped at the offer to visit 'Jacks Bar', the very Icon of the gay village. Trysta was equally keen but worried about her age. "I'm under eighteen.Will I be allowed in?" "Don't worry. There are several restaurants in Jack's bar. It's a big place. One of the restaurants is set apart from the club. Younger people are allowed to eat and drink coffee and stuff but it is not licensed. It's like a Fast food bar with armchairs and sofas. That mean's that younger people are allowed to visit. Don't forget, Jack is still a doctor and he holds his ad-hoc casual therapy sessions up there. Hundred's of young people have come to terms with their sexuality in the upstairs restaurant. You could not call it a surgery; it's more of a 'drop-in' social club with catering facilities. You'll like it Trysta." Trysta felt reassured. After the pleasant surprise of seeing her aunty Jane who was really her uncle, Trysta was just about ready for anything. They bid farewell to Jane and left her running the cafe. As Trysta turned to say goodbye, she watched Davinia enjoying her usual pampering by the customers. "They'll be along later," advised Sally as she started the car. "Jane's place closes by nine and Jack's place doesn't get going until ten during midweek. We'll pick up Vicky, Betty and Jacky en rout." "Who are they?" Chorused Julia and Trysta. "Friends of ours. Vicky and Betty are vets and Jacky is a vetinary nurse. We move in very intellectual circles. They'll bring their dogs as well. Vicky's the lady who's triplets Trysta will be nannying, so it'll be nice for you to meet." "Triplets sound's a lot," remarked Trysta. "Oh they're much easier than they were. They are toddling now and will be starting nursery school after the summer vacation. Your job will be more of an au-pair girl. Don't worry Vicky pays well. She's a professor of vetinary medicine and surgery at the university." Trysta pumped Sally for more information until they arrived at Betty and Jacky's house amidst the converted warehouses and city blocks. Sally explained, "It's a survivor from the early nineteenth century property boom when the old town grew up with the railway. There's a preservation order on it now, in fact the whole area has got a preservation order. Just look at all the old wooden buildings." "Heck! It's like a movie set!" laughed Julia. "It's better than that. It's the real McCoy. They are genuinely original buildings from the mid nineteenth century up until the middle of the twentieth. Then the area died until Jack's bar started the germ of the revival. Betty's house is an early homesteading gem. It's just a freak of history that it never got torn down and re-developed.Come on, let's go and get them. Vicky will be there as well." They clambered out to meet three women and three toddlers as well as an assortment of dogs. "Looks like family night," laughed Sally as they met and made acquaintances. Trysta gaped with surprise before turning to Sally. "How can children go into Jack's bar?" "There's a family section. Jack's bar covers two blocks across the main intersection. All four blocks in the village centre are closed to cars on Friday and Saturday nights. There's a street market and everything. It's like Bourbon Street in New Orleans, only more family friendly and the back streets are safer. The local population are mainly gay incomers since Jack's bar opened. The gay community have made an old slum their own and gentrified it. Several restaurants and drop in centres remain open to families and kids. Even the police are helpful and kind. You'll like it Trysta. It's nothing like the Bible belt. You'll be surprised how many 'runaways' turn up looking for help after escaping from nightmarish childhoods. Of course there are certain bars where it's not advisable to go unless you're confident with your sexuality and a legal adult, but you'd be surprised how protective most decent gays are once they can live in a pressure-free liberal climate. People actually reach out to kids found begging on the street and put them on the right track towards the drop-in centres. The 'Drop-in centre' at Jack's bar probably does more good for missing kids than all the social services and care agencies in the state. The police find it to be the wonderful source of information but they don't abuse it. Most of cops in the local precinct are gay themselves and realise that sometimes the kids are better off after escaping from whatever drove them here. There's even a children's hostel!" Trysta's mood brightened with anticipation as they walked the few city blocks from Betty's house into the heart of the village. It gave her a chance to absorb the mood of liberality and safety so different from her brief experiences in other cities that only offered red light areas. As the group strolled easily along, it struck Trysta that there were no street girls working the pavements. It was only after asking Vicky about it that she learned of the strictly enforced practice of working from the bars. This proved less offensive to tourists and visitors whilst ensuring that the age factor was better enforced. There were no child prostitutes visible on the street. It was an activity strictly prohibited by the police and supported by the locals. Too many incomers had cause to abhor it. Vicky admitted that some kids slipped through the net but by and large, most kids were just thankful for a warm dry, safe bed. Eventually they reached the crowded pedestrian area and Trysta was delighted to be associated with such well-known locals. From nearly every doorway a smile or greeting emerged as they progressed towards the main intersection. Betty and Jacky took Julia into the bar with the dogs, whilst Vicky and Sally took Trysta and the triplet toddlers into the restaurant upstairs and introduced Trysta to Jack. Trysta was surprised to discover that Jack was a typical example of her original preconceptions of a transvestite. A man in drag who would never have 'passed. Trysta was also surprised to see several children lounging on sofas across the far side of the restaurant where it served as a drop- in centre. She turned to Jack and asked about them as he signaled towards the woman behind the counter. "Oh them. They're mostly runaways. We let them stay there without any questions or pressure until they are ready to talk. Most of them are cold and hungry. The woman behind the counter with the soft drinks, coffee and hot food is a volunteer. She's a lesbian who makes no secret of her sexuality but her regular job is a cop from the vice squad. She makes no secret being a cop and it's up to the kids to volunteer anything. At least they're safe here and they can sleep on those settees for the night. After a few days TLC, most kids are forthcoming and she can help them a lot. We employ a strict policy of anonymity. You wouldn't believe the number of kids here who've 'come out'! Even the local high school has a gay annex here in the village. It's all open and above board but all the adults are volunteers. That way the kids feel less threatened by authority. The very fact that they are free to come and go between the drop-in centres reassures them that they are not being coerced or bullied. You should visit the hostel sometime. Some of the kids feel safe for the first time in their lives. Mainly because they are free to come and go if they don't like it. We also listen to the kids. We take their word seriously even when we're pretty certain they are Lying, and believe me Trysta; they lie! Sometimes it was the only protection mechanism they had if they were abused in care! It's taken us time to get the city council to accept us but now they recognise that Gay kids stand a better chance of thriving here than anywhere else. The main curing agency is our openness and honesty. What did the old bard write? 'To thine own self be true, and it shall follow as night unto day that thou cans't be false to others.' It works for the kids believe me!" Trysta nodded sagely as she recollected her own angst during puberty and the ghastly experiences at the hands of her own mother. The village was looking more attractive to Trysta with every turn. As Jack finished talking, Penny came over with a huge tray loaded with a stack of Danish pastries and an enormous coffee pot. She set the loaded tray down on the table and rubbed her back, glad to be free of the weight. Vicky and Sally played mother while Trysta eyed the stack of inviting pastries. Penny caught her eye and smiled her consent as she proffered one of the plate-sized apple filled delights. "You'd better try one before they all disappear. D'you drink coffee?" Trysta nodded and Penny filled a mug with the instant coffee from the huge pot. "We don't stand on ceremony here kid and you don't get any fancy stuff, but it's free and hot. That's what most kids want when they come here first time. Are you a runaway?" she asked bluntly. "Eh, no. I'm with Vicky and Sally." "Well it makes no difference. Get it down you. Grab it now, look, some of the kids have spotted the food." Trysta smiled her thanks and turned to study the other kids. Most were spread across the sofas and armchairs just hanging loose whilst a small group were playing pool and a larger group were swaying to the low monotonous beat from a small DV player. A group was already approaching the huge tray of pastries. Then Trysta turned to the cross-dressed Jack. "You'd never pass for a woman, not like Jane." "D'you mean the girl who runs the cafe by the park?" "Yes." "How do you know her?" asked Jack. "She's my uncle." "Oh so you're that Trysta. Beverly did mention it. "Who's Beverly?" "My business partner. She lives in the flat upstairs. She'll be down shortly." "Is she a transvestite too?" "No. She's a transsexual. Beverly lives over the shop and minds the premises. I live with my regular wife and two kids in the suburbs across town." "You mean you're married!" wondered Trysta, a little confused at Jack's revelation. "Of course. I'm a tranny, I'm not gay." "But, - doesn't your wife object?" "No. I still practice as a doctor here in the village. My surgery is next door in the hotel block that Beverly and I co-own. My wife comes down sometimes during the nine to five hours but normally she lives the life of so called respectability in the suburbs. My kids live there as well, they're too young to understand about my cross-dressing just yet." "And these kids; do they object to you cross dressing. You'd never pass." "It's a statement Trysta. I am a transvestite who can control the cross dressing but I cannot stop it. The need is always there and I always wear women's underwear. At night when I'm 'on duty' as it where, I always make it obvious to any new kids that I am what I am. I make no secret of it and it shows that I am being honest. The kids are often nervous about it at first but eventually they realised I'm being totally up front and honest. Then they feel free to express their own hang-ups. Later on I go down into the club to indulge my transvestism with other clubbers. In the early morning, I go home cold sober to my wife. I'm a tranny, not a brute or a child abuser. Beverly usually locks up after the last clubber goes home. It works for me and it works for these kids." Trysta fell silent until a couple of the kids wandered over and introduced themselves as they grabbed a couple of the pastries. After exchanging pleasantries, Trysta joined them on the dance floor whilst Penny cleared the dishes. As Trysta danced Jack chatted to Vicky and Sally while they played with the triplets. "So she's the new au-pair girl come nanny," observed Jack. "Yes. As you know, Sally's marrying Jane and the triplets will need a new nanny to look after them between nursery time and me coming home," replied Vicky "Well. She seems a good kid. Is she like minded about dogs and stuff?" "No. She's a good clean living little lesbian. She'll be staying at her uncle Jane's each night. She'll have her own bedroom and bathroom so she'll be able to live her own life." Jack raised a questioning eyebrow and pulled a face. "I hope so. I know how persuasive you lot can be." "No. We live our own lives and keep ourselves to ourselves. She won't even know about Staz being able to talk. The nannying is correct and above board. Anyway the triplets are growing up and the last thing we want is for them to reveal Staz's secret. Staz knows the risks and we've all agreed to keep quiet about it." Jack shrugged and stood up to make his way downstairs into the club. Vicky followed him whilst Sally spoke to Trysta. "We're going downstairs into the club. Penny will be here. Will you look after the triplets?" "Trysta nodded and moved over to a creche corner where the triplets were playing on some toys. It was getting late and eventually, all three toddlers fell asleep as Beverly came down from her flat with Billy her huge Alsatian partner. She crossed the drop-in centre to exchange words with Penny and Trysta's eyes followed the stranger across the room. Beverly turned to study the girl then she came over with Penny. "So you're Jane's niece." "Yes," replied Trysta guardedly. "Who are you?" "I'm Beverly, Jacks business partner.Would you like to take Vicky's children up to my apartment? It's quieter up there and they can lie on the bed. They often stay up there with Sally." Trysta considered the idea then suggested that Beverly return with Vicky. Beverly recognised the young girl's caution and did as suggested. Beverly returned with Vicky and Julia who helped carry the sleeping babes up to Beverly's extensive apartment. Trysta's eyes widened as she checked out the rooms with Julia. "Jeeze, some pad!" observed Trysta. "I could sure live in a place like this." "Well she and Jack own both this block with the club and the one across the street with the hotel. She can afford to live in a pad like this. She started in the gutter then progressed to cleaning toilets and finally she and Jack built their little empire. Good luck to them, I say." They returned to find that Jane and Davinia had arrived so Beverly agreed to look after the babies for an hour whilst Trysta was escorted into the main club to savour the adult scene. Her identity was not disclosed to anybody and her age was kept a secret. Although not yet seventeen, it was easy to masquerade as an eighteen-year-old woman. When she returned to take up her stint of babysitting the triplets she was wide-eyed with wonder. Beverly rose from the settee where the dogs, Staz, Zeta and Davinia were stretched out. Billy was doing duty as guard dog and assisting the bouncers in the club "The triplets are sleeping peacefully at the moment and Vicky will be up in an hour to look after them," she informed Trysta, "then the rest of the evening is yours. Staz, Zeta and Davinia will keep you company." Trysta glanced disinterestedly at the dogs then flipped the remote to watch television as she curled up on the settee. There was nothing much on so she got up again and started browsing through Beverly's book collection. This proved equally fruitless and she eventually found a fashion magazine. As she settled down to read it, Staz and Zeta joined her on the settee. There was plenty of room for all of them on the huge settee and Trysta stretched her legs as she savoured the soft fur through her toes. Then Davinia tried to join them and Trysta giggled as the helpless Basset hound whined to be helped up. "What's up dumdums?" grinned Trysta as she smiled at Davinia's futile efforts. "Are your funny little legs too short then darling?" Davinia barked with frustration and launched herself hopelessly at the settee. Her chest fetched up against the front of the settee and she winded herself as she flopped backwards exhausted as she gasped for breath. Trysta became a little concerned and leant forward to check that the poor bitch was OK. Davinia whined plaintively and Trysta's hand hovered uncertainly over the dog as she debated whether to lift the dog up. As she considered lifting the Basset hound, she was amazed to see Staz lean forward and grab Davinia's collar in his powerful jaws. With a powerful heave, Staz expertly dragged the floundering butterball up onto the large settee and Davinia licked his jaws gratefully as her tail thumped a thankful tattoo. "You've done that before," chuckled Trysta as she settled back comfortably to read her fashion magazine. Staz and Zeta remained silent and settled at the end of the Settee as Trysta resumed wiggling her toes in Staz and Zeta's thick fur. Davinia became a little jealous of the attention Trysta was paying to the Alsatians and she whined ingratiatingly then inveigled herself into Trysta's lap. Trysta grinned and absentmindedly stroked Davinia's long silky hair as she feathered the soft silky tresses through her fingers. Affectionately, Davinia snuggled closer then found her nose slowly being drawn to the provocative scents lingering under Trysta's skirt. Gently she nosed under Trysta's skirt and the teenaged girl twitched slightly as she giggled softly. "What are you doing, you naughty little dog? Don't play with what you don't understand." Davinia mistook Trysta's soft whispering tones as a prelude to an invite. In his previous human male persona, he only understood No' if it was accompanied by a loud protest or a clear demonstration of anger. As a one- time man, when he had 'tried something on,' the offended girl's refusal had usually been loud and angry when he 'groped' what he mistakenly presumed was a potential lay. Such protests had been a part of the confusion that had finally turned him into a one-time rapist. 'Women dressed in short provocative skirts and then screamed the house down when a man became interested.' Of course, the one time David had been a totally dysfunctional man. He failed utterly to understand a woman's right to say no just once and mean it! As Trysta giggled and twitched without scolding the dumb dog, Davinia reverted to her old male preconceptions and pressed her suit. Her cold wet pointed nose dug determinedly into Trysta's sex. Finally, Trysta got firm and she smacked Davinia firmly as she reached for Davinia's butt. "Stoppit you little bitch! How would you like it if I groped you?" So saying, Trysta grabbed Davinia's butt then forced her fingers roughly past the cunny plug and dug her sharp fingernails into Davinia's sensitive sex. Davinia yelped with pain and lurched forward with shock. Trysta did not have time to withdraw her fingers gently and as Davinia slid off the settee, the cunny plug became lodged behind Trysta's knuckles and flopped out of Davinia's sex with a slurping 'plop'. Trysta made a grab to catch Davinia with her other hand even as she found the strange 'cunny plug' in the palm of her free hand. Fortunately, Staz had also lurched forward to catch Davinia and between them, Trysta and Staz managed to haul Davinia back onto the settee. Davinia paddled urgently then let out a frustrated whine as she recovered her position on the settee and squirmed urgently with frustration. Trysta was perplexed and a little frightened. In her left hand she still held Davinia's cunny plug whilst her right hand fingered the strange tubercle organ that had flopped out of Davinia's sex as the plug had been dragged out. She felt the peculiar 'sphincter ring and withdrew her fingers immediately. "Oh my God!" cried Trysta as she wondered what she had done to the dog. She started in fear as Davinia whined and squirmed as though in agony whilst it was really in ecstasy. Trysta just stared like a mesmerised rabbit as she gaped stupidly at the strange dark tubercle that protruded from Davinia's cunt like the foot of a sea anemone. "What the hell have I done?" she gasped tearfully. Staz quickly took charge and rolled Davinia over with his powerful jaws as Zeta gently tongued the strange tubercle back into Davinia's sex. Trysta watched fascinated as the tubercle slowly retracted then flipped back into Davinia's body with another soft sucking sound. However, despite the tubercle having been properly re-located, Davinia continued squirming and whining urgently. Trysta became scared and nervously dropped the cunny plug down beside the frantic Davinia. Without missing a beat, Staz gently picked up the plug in his jaws, then, he spread his paws over Davinia's belly as he held her tight and carefully inserted the plug back into Davinia's cunt. Slowly he twisted and rocked the plug until it was almost all the way into Davinia's cunt then the plug finally popped into the last couple of centimetres with a noticeable 'plop'. Davinia immediately calmed down and let of a long whine of relief as she struggled to stand again. Her stumpy little legs paddled uselessly against the satiny cover of the settee as her blunt human type nails failed to gain any grip. Finally Staz gave her collar a gently tug to rotate her to the upright position. Trysta smirked as she realised just how helpless Davina was. She extended an apologetic hand and Davinia crept submissively forward to lick Trysta's hand ingratiatingly. "Well you are a silly dog aren't you Dumdums?" Davina fumed inwardly at Trysta having so readily adopted Jane and Sally's nickname but there was little she could do. Her rubber teeth and soft human toenails precluded any demonstration of doggy discontent. Instead she was forced to crawl on her belly and present her throat submissively to demonstrate her low pack status. Tryst a relented and laughed affectionately as she recognised the doggy message of submission. Gently she tugged Davinia back onto her lap and softly kissed Davinia's lips. "There, there Dumdums. Everything forgiven. Come on, make yourself comfortable on my lap." Davinia settled gratefully onto Trysta's soft thighs and her tail thumped a 'thankyou'. Trysta resumed browsing through the fashion magazineand noticed herself becoming slightly horny as she studied the models. She particularly liked the articles or adverts about lingerie. Eventually Trysta came to an article about underwear and properly fitting bras. Curiously, curious about her teenaged body, she fingered the under- wiring of her own bra through the satiny texture of her blouse to determine the fit and support. Dissatisfied with her finding's she decided to take her bra off and study the marks on her body to see if her own bra was working properly. She sat up and removed her blouse and bra. Davinia unfortunately misread Trysta's innocent intentions and presumed Trysta was at last contemplating some doggy, girly action. Trysta of course, had no idea about Davinia or Staz's human awareness and continued removing her blouse and bra as though nobody else was in the room. As Trysta was fiddling with the back fastening, Davinia nosed hopefully forward and extended a curious nose just as Trysta slid the bra down her arms. Trysta's breasts flopped forward and Davinia's long tongue made perfect contact with Trysta's sensitive teenaged nipples. This was just as Trysta had the bra straps around her wrists and fiddling to release her hands to defend herself. Her nipples fetched up firmly against Davinia's nose and it only took a few rasps of Davinia's long doggy tongue to send judders of delight through Trysta's nipples. "Oh-ooh. Aah-ah!" squeaked Trysta. "You silly dog! Stoppit!" Despite her protests, Trysta's nipples had already hardened with lust and Davinia, being only human knew that this time, she was right. Trysta was horny! As a one time human male, Davinia knew that Trysta's stiff, turgid nipples meant the girl was horny whilst her supersensitive Basset hound nose earlier picked up the first feint scent of arousal erupting from under Trysta's short skirt. Davinia pressed home her advantage and Trysta gave another gasp then squealed with confused pleasure. "Stoppit, you silly girl. Ooh! Aaahh! Leave my tits alone!" she protested feebly and unconvincingly. By now, Trysta's nipples were stiff and swollen fit to bust with lust and she raised her hands feebly to ward off Davinia's attentions. "Ooohh! Stop that darling. You're a naughty girl! Aaah-ahh, Stoppit!" Trysta's last coherent beseechment was almost inaudible as the waves of lust took control of her virile teenaged libido and she slumped backwards in abandoned defeat. Within moments, Trysta was mewling submissively as her needs translated rapidly from her nipples to her pussy. There, under her panties, her urgency quickly amplified and her juices flooded forth to alert Staz's less sensitive Alsatian nose to Trysta's needs. Before Trysta had realised it, the large Alsatian dog was sniffing eagerly at her core and tugging at her panties as his sharp powerful sharp teeth neatly split the crotch of her panties open. The destruction of Trysta's panty crotch seemed to signal the destruction of the last bastion of Trysta's defence, but her lesbian proclivities caused her to tense with fear. Her sex was now utterly open to assault but the lesbian Trysta was terrified as she spotted Staz's rigid erect doggy cock. A wave of revulsion caused Trysta to tense with horror. She wanted Davinia the bitch to service her with her long knowledgeable tongue, not the randy Staz with his cruel rigid cock. Unknown to Trysta, Staz had recognised her 'body language' and smelt Trysta's fear of male rape. She was stunned and amazed when Staz had immediately backed off and invited Davinia to address the issue. Trysta was stunned to realise that somehow, the huge dog had recognised her lesbianism. 'Hell!' she thought, 'The dog seemed almost human!' As she pondered this impossible scenario she felt a strange surge of anticipatory dampness flooding from her loins. The dog nosed gently again at her open helpless sex then turned to the Basset bitch and forced her forward to bury her nose into Trysta's soaking sex. Trysta gave another lurch of delight then sagged with relief. 'The dog seemed almost superhuman in it's awareness of her lesbian sexuality.' As tears of gratitude splashed down her cheeks, Trysta reached out to thank the massive Alsatian and she fingered the huge ruff of fur around his neck. Staz gently licked the tears from her cheeks then motioned pointedly with his nose towards Davinia. Trysta croaked a soft 'Thank you,' then let out a nervous whimper of realisation. As Davinia's nose found its mark Trysta finally overcame her reservations about doggy sex. She conceded to herself that she was utterly horny and completely in thrall to her bodily desires. Then as she reconciled herself to the development, another wave of bizarre expectation surged through her body and caused every part of her body to tingle as she realised she was about to be 'serviced' in a most unusual way. It was going to be lesbian doggy sex and mainly with a lesbian doggy dwarf. She considered wailing for assistance but realized that the low thump of music from the club would have drowned out any cries for help, and anyway, her body was screaming to be 'serviced'. Trysta parted her thighs in total surrender and turned her head aside to expose her throat in total submission. Strangely, Staz gently gripped her throat for a moment in token mastery before surrendering his sexual mastery of Trysta to the bitches. The Alsatian bitch then gripped Trysta's neck with her jaws and held it momentarily before turning her attentions to Trysta's desperately stiff swollen nipples. Thus the Alsatians displayed their positions in the pecking order. As he urges overtook her, Trysta noticed that strangely, the knowledgeable Basset hound seemed to have no interest in the pecking order. She made token 'bite' at Trysta's bared submissive throat, but her strange rubber teeth only served to obviate Davinia's total subjection to the bottom of any pecking order. Davinia could not have bitten Trysta's throat, even if she wanted to. However, Trysta was not at all worried about Davinia's low doggy status. What was far more important to Trysta was that Davina seemed to know just about everything there was to know about the human female anatomy. In total abandon, Trysta stretched out in complete surrender as the two bitches busied themselves with her nubile young body. Zeta licked softly at Trysta's engorged nipples whilst Davina busied herself industriously in Trysta's secret places. Staz simply padded away and settled protectively in the bedroom where the triplets lay fast asleep on Beverly's huge bed. Within minutes, Trysta was a whimpering, quivering jelly of orgasmic abandon as her juices flowed and she squirmed and groaned. She was a bit concerned about staining the settee but Davina drank deep of her flowing juices as her knowing tongue eagerly wiped Trysta's young crack. The powerful hormonal scent of Trysta's youthful juices served to inflame Davinia's passions. The scent invaded Davinia's canine nostrils and drenched Davinia's supersensitive canine olfactory organs like thick scented nectar. Davinia quickly found herself desperately wanting to screw Trysta like any red-blooded male. Her efforts however, were utterly frustrated for she had not the right equipment to fulfill her own urges. Under her tail, her little clitty became progressively stiffer as her bud engorged with blood, but Davinia was utterly unable to satisfy her own urges. Her frustrated efforts to 'mount' Trysta only served to tantalise Trysta's curiosity. Eventually, Trysta recovered from her own orgasms and became curious about Davinia's desperate frustrated behaviour. "What's the matter my little pet. Are you horny then? You're behaving as if you thought you had a doggie's dick. You can't shag me darling. You haven't got a cock! What a strange little doggy you are aren't you?" she whispered. "Are you really a little lesbian at heart then?" Davinia whined urgently then turned and frotted her butt eagerly against Trysta's inquisitive fingers. "Well, well! You little nympho," giggled Trysta, "who'd have thought a bitch could be so horny and a lesbian to boot!" Davinia simply stared beseechingly over her shoulder and continued desperately frotting Trysta's fingers. Trysta finally relented and started manipulating Davinia's pussy-plug until the poor demented hound let out a wail of delight and flopped prostrate on the settee. Trysta ran her fingers through Davinia's soft silky coat then promptly fell asleep beside the sated bitch. She was still fast asleep when her uncle Jane arrived. When Jane had closed the cafe, she had made straight for Jack's club and met Beverly downstairs. Beverly explained where Trysta was then explained that she would be relieving the young girl in the babysitting roster in about twenty minutes. She invited Jane to go and visit her niece with the triplets before Trysta finished her babysitting stint. Jane accepted Beverly's offer and innocently entered the apartment to find her almost naked sleeping niece stretched wantonly across the settee. Her torn crotch less panties had ridden up around her waist and her bra was lying on the floor. Davinia lay sleeping between her widespread thighs with her nose buried deep in Trysta's sex. Zeta lay beside the sleeping girl with one of Trysta's rock hard nipples gently held in her massive but delicate teeth. A reformation artist could not have painted a more dissolute scene. Jane's eyes widened with appreciative surprise but she resisted the urge to wake the girl and simply crept into the bedroom to check on the triplets. A low growl turned into a whisper as Staz recognised the 'intruder'. "Oh it's you," he whispered. "What's been going on there then?" whispered Jane. "It's you're niece. At first, I think she got her messages tangled up, but things seemed to get out of hand. It seems that now she has become a keen dog lover. I think Davinia's converted her." "But you didn't- you haven't have you?" "Me? Oh no. Good gracious me no. No, you're niece is a confirmed lesbian," reassured Staz. "Anyway, It wouldn't be right for me to screw her. Don't forget, she could get pregnant." "Of course! I keep forgetting you've got a human testicle as well as a doggy one. What shall we do?" "Well I think you'd better go and wake her up. Gently of course, let's not frighten her. Just look at her. A perfect picture of debauched flagrant delicto." Jane grinned at Staz then crept back to her niece and stood behind the settee as she gently caressed the other exposed nipple. Trysta gave a twitch of sensuous delight and humped softly against Davinia's nose as shesavoured the extra stimulation. Davinia's eyes opened sleepily then widened nervously as she recognised her mistress standing behind the settee. Jane put her finger to her lips and motioned to Davinia to continue thrusting her nose into Trysta's sex. Zeta had also woken and quickly realised that the fun was resuming again. Trysta started orgasaming again before she had properly awoken and her soft whimpering was music to Jane's ears. Finally Trysta woke after she had spent her juices and she suddenly realised another woman was masterminding her enjoyment. Her eyes widened suddenly as realisation flooded her brain. "Who are-. Oh my God!! Uncle Jane!" Jane gently restrained Trysta's desperate effort to get up and the girl sagged back in fearful contemplation. "It's not what you think," she pleaded, "it's this damned dog. It's Davinia. She led me to it." "I hardly think so darling," replied Jane softly, "Davinia's just a dog. You can't blame a dog for your own urges." "It's true!" cried Trysta again. "It's this dog. She gets to you. She knows exactly what turns a girl on. She knows all the right buttons. It's almost as if she, - she's, you know, - she knows!" "Are you trying to say Davinia's some sort of lesbian love machine?" Trysta fell silent. The very idea seemed preposterous in the cold light of discovery. "Well- there's something. That dog's more than she seems. She seems to read every sign, every signal. I'm frightened." "Well I think you'd better get yourself decent. And those knickers; Davinia couldn't do that. I'm sure you've realised by now that Davinia's teeth are purely cosmetic implants. They're soft rubber, she couldn't rip a spiders web." "That was the big dog, the Alsatian, Staz. He ripped my pants then seemed to understand. He went to the bedroom and left me to the mercy of this horny bitch. I tell you there's more to these dogs than what's natural." "Oh I'm sure you're imagining things young lady. Now get dressed. I'm afraid I've got no spare panties so you'll have to wait until Beverly arrives. She's about your size and she's bound to have an unused pair in her lingerie drawer." "But, She'll know then!" wailed a nervous Trysta. Jane fell silent then whispered conspiratorially. "OK then, go and see what you can find, but don't disturb her drawers too much. We girls are quick to notice if our drawers have been rifled." "Huh how would you know?" giggled Trysta as she clambered delicately off the settee to the bathroom. "Believe me darling. I've been there from both sides of the line. I've rifled few a drawers when I was a little boy but I don't need to do it any more. Then when I was older, I had my own drawers rifled so I know how it feels. My own wife got suspicious and rifled through my drawers. That's how I was discovered. That's why your aunty left me." Trysta fell silent as she slowly realised just where her uncle Jane was coming from. There was a history about her family that Trysta wanted to learn about but just now was not the time. She had to get cleaned up and presentable before Beverly arrived. Quickly she douched herself down on the bidet then returned to find her uncle tidying up. "Be quick now. Just grab a pair of new panties from Beverly's lingerie drawer then slip them on." Trysta wasted no time and searched urgently through Beverly drawers. She returned a little concerned. "It's weird, there are no panties only body shapers and stuff. She must keep them in a secret drawer or something." Suddenly Jane felt faint. She remembered Beverly's peculiar needs because of her multiple bitch nipples. Beverly had often said she found panties uncomfortable because the elasticated waists would tug at her bitch nipples. All her underwear comprised her special body shapers with the specialised satiny mini-cups to protect and support her sensitive bitch nipples below and above her navel. Even the high waistbands of tights would rub her nipples and she always had to wear stockings and suspenders attached to her special body-shapers. It was unlikely that Beverly had any panties or tights in her whole lingerie collection. Jane searched desperately for a solution but ideas refused to flow. By now Trysta was fingering one of Beverly's special body shapers and examining the miniature satiny cups in the tummy panel. "What on earth are these for?" squeaked a curious Trysta as she held up the body shaper to the light and wrinkled her brow in curiosity. "It's nothing to do with you. Now fold it away properly before she comes and catches you. You'll have to go without panties." "What! With this miniskirt? Just look at it. I'd show everything I've got!