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THE REWARD ONE It was going to be a big night for me, which was why I had allowed myself the uncommon luxury of leaving work early for a change. I hadn't been out for ages and tonight my best friend and I were going out for a drink and a meal and then possibly on to a club. As soon as I let myself into the house I began to get things ready, I didn't want anything at all to go wrong with my preparations for the evening. After switching on the hot water and central heating boiler, I greeted then fed the three always hungry cats and then went straight upstairs hanging my coat on the banister post as I passed by. I started the bath filling and then poured some of my favourite scented bubble bath into the water, I had allowed myself a full hour to soak in the hot water and I wanted to relax and enjoy it. In the bedroom I stripped naked and smiled to myself, pleased with my trim, toned figure and shrugged into my silky robe tying it loosely at the waist. I then pinned up my long hair, which I'd only recently had coloured and styled properly by the hairdresser and carefully covered it up with a bath-cap to prevent the steam from ruining it. Testing the water first and making sure my book was within easy reach, I slowly lowered myself into the thick foamy bubbles. It was lovely and luxurious soaking in the hot water but as my hour all too quickly began to disappear, I carefully and thoroughly washed myself all over before rinsing completely. Then, wrapping myself in a big fluffy white towel so I could dry off, I rinsed the bath out and then cleaned my already sparkling white teeth. Making sure I was completely dry, I dusted myself with a little scented talcum powder, and then slipped once more into my silky robe. I felt really good, happy and relaxed and eager for the night to come. The bedroom was nice and warm by now and I slipped out of the robe, carefully hanging it up on the back of the door and moved over to stand in front of the wall mirror before putting on my new lace edged black panties and matching black lace bra. Sliding the panties up my smooth legs and settling them comfortably over my hips and bum, I was pleased with the fit and the delicious feel of the soft lace on my sensitive skin. Fastening the bra at the back, I made sure my breasts were resting comfortably in the lace cups and adjusted the shoulder straps until I was satisfied. I was very pleased with the underwear, it had looked really nice and very sexy in the lingerie shop and it looked and felt even nicer and sexier now that I was wearing it. I felt a lovely warm glow deep inside and I was forced to remind myself that I had a schedule to keep to and that there was no time for distractions. I left the bath cap on so I could do my make-up, the cap was less likely to squash my hair than an Alice band and it was already in place anyway. Not surprisingly, I had learned over the years not to use as much make-up as I had when I was younger, going now by the saying that less was more, it certainly seemed to work for me. Even now it never ceased to amaze me just how much a little properly applied make-up can dramatically alter your appearance. It had taken me a long, long time to work out which colours suited me, and now that I had I was able to use them to my best advantage. Blotting my moist pink lips for the second time, I checked the overall effect of my handiwork and was really pleased with the resulting effect. Some days, no matter how careful I was, I still looked a mess with my cosmetics on, I took it as a good omen for the night ahead that I felt really nice, having done a quick but effective job of making up. Now just a long squirt of deodorant body spray and a couple of dabs of my favourite perfume and I was ready to slip into my new lace topped, black hold up stockings. I usually liked to put my stockings on well before I finished dressing because I absolutely adore the soft silkiness of them on my freshly shaved legs, but tonight there wasn't time to dally. I thrilled as I gently and carefully slid each stocking in turn over my shiny dark pink toenails and drew them slowly up my legs before settling them comfortably around my pale smooth thighs. I began to feel really sexy now and I had to force myself not to start caressing my body all over as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I pulled off the shower cap and removed all the hairpins, allowing my silky shiny hair to tumble down around my shoulders, the soft gentle waves caught the light and flashes of coppery red highlights showed my hair off to its very best advantage. Finally it was time for me to put on my new dress, carefully I removed the protective covering and held it up against myself, it was really lovely, a typically simple silk lined black dress of the style made famous by Dior. It had cost me a small fortune but I had convinced myself at the time that it would be well worth it. Deliberately turning my back on the mirror I slipped it on and zipped it up, it felt lovely and held me snugly in all the right places. Stepping into my black leather stiletto heels I then closed my eyes and turned to face the mirror once more. Opening my eyes I was thrilled with my appearance, the dress was beautiful, my hair and make-up perfect and the shoes showed my legs off just wonderfully in the black nylon stockings. I felt a flutter in my tummy and began to feel really randy thinking about the exciting night that lay ahead as I gently stroked my breasts through the soft material of the dress. Suddenly the doorbell rang and glancing at the clock I realised that it was already time for Shirley to get here, it was probably just as well she had arrived, I would probably have let myself get carried away if left alone for very much longer. I quickly checked my overall appearance in the mirror and more than satisfied; I went to open the front door. I knew I was a little flushed with excitement but that could easily be explained away as having been too long in a hot bath. The doorbell rang again as I checked my hair once more in the hall mirror and I smiled at my own vanity. I called out that I was nearly there and glanced through the peephole to make sure it was Shirley. We had heard all the horror stories about the unwary opening the door to complete strangers by mistake and then spending the rest of their lives regretting that they hadn't been a little more careful. It was Shirley though, right on time as usual and I soon had the door unlocked and open wide. She stepped inside and we hugged closely as we always did, after I closed the door I turned to see her watching me. " You cow," she laughed, "that dress is gorgeous, where on earth did you get it?" I told her I'd bought it on my last visit to London and until now hadn't had either the opportunity or the figure to wear it. As we entered the living room, Shirley asked me to give her a twirl so she could see me properly. I did as she asked and this time she told me that not only was the dress gorgeous but that I too was gorgeous and very, very sexy. I was about to compliment her too when she suddenly exclaimed that there was something not quite right with my lovely new dress, I looked down but I couldn't see anything unusual or out of place, "Where, what's wrong with it?" I asked, " It's sitting funny at the front there," she said, "relax and I'll fix it for you." She knelt down on the thick carpet in front of me and pressed the flat of her hand against the front of my dress. " There's something wrong here", she said, stroking the material of the dress against my fluttering tummy softly. "I'd better sort it out for you, we can't go out with your lovely new outfit looking like that can we?" Saying that, Shirley slid the hem up and over my hips, gently caressed my smooth sheer stocking clad legs for a second then pulled the front of my black lace panties down revealing my perfectly trimmed bikini line. "Here's the problem," she smiled and then licked her lips as my aching hard, thick throbbing cock sprang into view from behind the confines of the soft lace. My tight balls hung heavily and grasping them gently in one hand she steadied my pulsing cock with the other before parting her beautiful lips and taking the engorged, quivering bulbous head and half the rigid length of my straining cock deep into her moist, welcoming mouth. I was in heaven; this was a dream come true. To be watching as Shirley, kneeling in front of me, skilfully and lovingly sucked and nibbled my throbbing cock while I was dressed as Kate had been one of my favourite fantasies for years and now it was a reality I could hardly control myself. It wasn't long before I knew I would soon be in trouble just as soon as she began softly humming while holding my bloated cock deep inside her mouth, the gentle vibrations sending thrills of pleasure right through me. When she began sensuously stroking my stocking clad legs and squeezing my lace encased bum I began to lose control and quietly warned her that I was almost there. She glanced up at me and winked, then almost impossibly took even more of my throbbing length into her hot throat, then growled deeply, the feeling was incredible. I held her head gently to prevent myself from thrusting involuntarily and then came with a soft moan. I could feel the hot spurts of salty spunk squirting into her throat from my bloated cock and I had to support myself on the sideboard as my legs threatened to give way beneath me. Shirley continued sucking forcefully as though she was trying to drain me completely of my creamy juices and I cried out as my orgasm continued to overwhelm my senses. The flashing bright colours in my head slowly stilled and I opened my eyes to watch as Shirley, still licking her lips and smiling mischievously gently tucked my rapidly softening cock back into my lacy black panties. Kissing me softly through the silky material she then tugged the hem of my dress back down over my bum and smoothed it out. Helping her to her feet we embraced and kissed deeply, I could taste my own creamy juices on her lipstick covered lips and in her sweet mouth as we hugged and I once more fell in love with this beautiful woman who was also my wonderful loving wife. She smiled wickedly, " I couldn't resist that, " she said softly, " You look so gorgeously sexy I could eat you." " You just did," I exclaimed, and we laughed, the music of her laughter made my heart jump and I yearned to give her in return some of the pleasure she had given selflessly to me. She looked and smelled gorgeous, I began to squeeze and caress her gently but firmly in all the right places. She appeared to relax in my arms and just as I thought I was going to be able to return some of the pleasure she had given to me she squirmed away from my embrace and stood breathing heavily and slightly flushed just out of my reach. She smiled her wonderful smile and told me that as much as she would love to play around and make love, it would only mean that our plans would go awry and we'd only end up not going anywhere but the bedroom. Shirley regained her composure as did I, and suggested we had a drink, this she explained, would give us time to sort out our make-up if necessary and for me to make sure that I wasn't leaking into my sexy black panties. Five minutes later I was sitting, legs crossed demurely as Shirley had taught me, and we were chatting away about the sort of day we had each had, and about the evening yet to come. Shirley would be driving tonight and had also decided at which restaurant we would be eating. Indicating that it was now time to leave she stood up, picked up her bag and from it took a small gift-wrapped package. As I stood up she came to me and before I could say anything she said. "Kate, although Sam and I have been married for some years now and we wear each others wedding rings. We have never really got round to buying something for you which would show that you are truly mine. So I have bought you this gift in the hope that whenever you come to visit you will wear it just for me, so that everyone knows that you are already taken. Only you and I will know who gave it to you but it will serve two purposes. The first is that it shows that I do truly love you, and the second is that it will keep the fella's away if they can see that by your wearing it you are already taken." Shirley handed me the beautifully wrapped gift and leaning forward kissed me gently on my lips. I didn't know what to say, then she smiled again and said," Go on then Kate, open it, I want to watch your face when you see it." Inside the wrapping was a small velvet jewellers box and I hesitated for only a second before opening it. My jaw dropped and the surprise must have been written all over my face, Shirley clapped her hands and laughed excitedly. " Oh Kate, I knew you'd love it, I've been looking for the right one for ages and it was worth the wait to see your face." I couldn't say a word, I was completely stunned, inside the box was the most exquisite engagement ring I had ever seen, it had a platinum and gold band with a large centre diamond and two perfect slightly smaller emeralds one on either side of it. It's beauty was in its simplicity, and as the light burned and sparkled within the perfect stones, so too did my eyes begin to burn and sparkle and I knew I was on the verge of tears of happiness. Shirley gently lifted the ring out of the box and took hold of my left hand. Carefully sliding my wedding band from my finger and looking me straight in the eye she told me that from the moment she placed the ring on my finger I would be hers alone. That she would always love me, try never to hurt me and always be there for me no matter what might happen. Having said those lovely words, she took gentle hold of my finger and slid the engagement ring on to it, kissed it and then replaced my wedding band. She looked up at me in time to see a fat wet tear roll down my cheek, "There's no need for tears my darling, I knew that this would make you happy and it makes me happy too. You see now I have a husband and a wife." I still couldn't think of a single thing to say that would express my feelings for the wonderfully kind, beautiful woman standing before me, I just pulled her to me and hugging her tightly told her how very much I loved her and thanked her for my special gift. Somehow the words did not seem adequate but there was nothing else I could say. We parted and taking a tissue she gently dabbed my tears away then with a smile told me that now the night would be even more special as we now had our engagement to celebrate. I couldn't get over how lucky I was, not only did I have a beautiful, caring wife that loved me, but also a friend and confidante. Who not only didn't mind the fact that I loved to wear women's clothing, actually helped me to wear it properly, tastefully and with style. Shirley often bought me presents of sexy lingerie, perfume or jewellery and sometimes when we were out shopping together as husband and wife she would point out a dress or blouse or some other item of pretty feminine clothing and tell me how much she thought it might suit me. It always thrilled me when she talked like that and I always hoped that one day we might be able to go shopping together as two girls. It must be wonderful to be able to go into all those boutiques and try on lots of different styles of dresses and things; it was something I'd often fantasise about when we were out together. Now that my tears had dried up, Shirley helped me to repair my make-up, once we were both satisfied that I looked okay she declared that it was time to make a move and head out for our night on the town. Now that it was actually time to leave the house I began to feel a little nervous. I hadn't been out as Kate for a very long time and then only for a drive around in the car at night. That was before Shirley had decided that if I felt I must dress up and go out and about as a girl, then I would have to become the best possible girl that I could. She began to help me and guide me even more, not only choosing what sort of clothing I should wear but also the right type and style of underwear and hosiery, shoes and accessories. She even took me to her hairdressers one night. After first explaining the situation to her, they both helped to choose the best possible hairstyle for me, one that would enhance my femininity rather than try to hide my masculinity, a mistake, she told us, that quite a few men made when dressing. It was the same hairdresser that had so recently styled and coloured my hair. She was well known and well liked for her ability as a stylist and home visits were another reason she was popular, especially with Shirley and I. A beautician friend of Shirley's, who had showed me how to use cosmetics to my best advantage, had treated me to a professional makeover some years ago and I'd never forgotten her advice even though we didn't see her anymore. My legs were now waxed on a regular basis and my facial hair had been removed permanently by electrolysis some time ago. Although I was quite tall I was still girlishly slim thanks to a strict diet and exercise regime designed by Shirley and I had been taught all the finer points of femininity which, when all put together meant I could now pass quite convincingly as an attractive young woman. Although Shirley often complimented me on my appearance when I became Kate, my confidence was still not very high and the thought of being out in public still, while being very exciting, made me feel a bit scared and very nervous. Now that we were actually going through with our night out as two girls, I was extremely worried that everyone who saw me would know exactly who and what I was in a second. Shirley saw my nerves and once again reassured me that everything would be all right and that no one would even suspect that there would be anything different about me. I hoped that she was right. TWO Finally we left the house and made our way down the path to the road. Shirley had parked the car about a hundred yards away from the gate and I nearly chickened out as a young couple approached and then passed us by, happily without so much as a second glance. "There you are," she said, "I told you no one would even think you are anything other than what you appear to be, come on lets get in the car before it starts to rain." We both had our coats on but it was still fairly cold, the nights were drawing in now and despite the full-length wrap over coat, I could still feel the breeze on my stocking clad legs. Even though it was slightly cold it still felt wonderful; we linked arms and made our way towards the car, our heels tapping in the early evening air. Even that innocent sound thrilled me and I could have walked arm in arm with Shirley like that for hours no matter how cold it might get. Once settled in the car I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I'd had visions of being confronted by an irate neighbour who had somehow seen through my appearance and was demanding to know what the hell I was playing at wandering around outside dressed as a woman. Shirley started the car and we set off for Manchester, we were going there first of all rather than into Liverpool as no one there was likely to know Shirley. Therefore she wouldn't have to stop and chat, which would inevitably involve me as I was accompanying her. So for our first outing we had decided on Manchester, and we spent a very pleasant forty minutes chatting away during the journey. We were going for a meal together then probably on to a club that Shirley had been to before on a night out with girls from her fitness club. I didn't actually know where we were going having left all the details up to Shirley and I was looking forward to the evening though not without a certain amount of trepidation. Arriving in Manchester we drove to a multi-story car park, which despite the hour was still quite busy. After finding a parking space Shirley told me to leave the car and to go and get a parking ticket. " You have to get out of the car sooner or later," She said, noticing me hesitate, " So it might as well be now, go on, I'll watch you and if there are any problems I'll come and get you in the car and we'll go elsewhere." I hesitated a little longer, so she told me that if I wasn't going to get out then we might just as well go back home. A little reluctantly, I got out of the car, Shirley cautioned me to remember who I was and to behave accordingly, just take it slowly was her advice. Taking a big breath and trying to slow my fast beating heart, I set off for the ticket machine, my high heels seemingly far too loud in the low ceilinged concrete garage. I reached the ticket machine without incident and opened my handbag to get my purse, just as I did so a mature gentleman stepped up behind me, this made me feel a bit edgy and I motioned for him to go first. "Thank you very much young lady, much appreciated I'm sure." I was still fumbling in my purse when he stepped back with his ticket, raised his hat to me, thanked me again and then walked away. This gave my confidence a little boost, if he couldn't tell who I was in the bright lights by the machine then I thought that perhaps I was going to be okay. Finally I found the coins I was looking for and carefully slid them into the ticket vending machine, after all I thought, I didn't want to break a nail. It had taken me a long time to get used to having long fingernails, in the early days I was always chipping or breaking them but I was quite used to them now and rarely damaged them as long as I was careful. Collecting the ticket I returned to the car to a hearty well done from Shirley, " See, I told you no one would notice, come on now we have lots to do." I wondered what she meant then nearly stepped out from between the parked cars into the path of another driving through. "Oi, be careful darlin' you don't want to ladder your tights do you!" Came the shouted taunt from one of the three lads in the car. I very nearly forgot who I was, ready to give him an earful of abuse but realised just in time that not only would it not be lady like, but I would also give myself away, leaving myself open to all manner of taunts and abuse. Instead I just smiled sweetly and turned to Shirley who naturally told me off for not being careful. "After all," she said," It would certainly give the nurses at the hospital a dilemma if you were to get yourself run over, they wouldn't know which ward to put you in, male or female!" We laughed together even as I realised the importance of what she said and I resolved to be much more careful in future. We made our way to the exit where the reason that the car park was so busy soon became quite evident. It was a late night shopping day as it was the run up toward Christmas and most of the shops were staying open late to make the most of the Christmas trade. We entered the shopping mall and as the doors opened automatically I was horrified to discover that that it was still packed with late night shoppers. It was actually as busy as it might have been on any normal Saturday morning. Shirley linked arms with me giving me a little moral support and we stepped out together into the masses. Checking her watch she told me that we had at least an hour to spare before we were due at the restaurant and asked me if I would like to do a little shopping while we were here. I just shrugged; I was terrified of being caught out and just wanted to get away from the crowds. Shirley knew immediately that something was wrong and steered me to a reasonably quiet corner. She took my hands in hers and quietly told me I would have to relax and enjoy myself, she pointed out that peoples attention was being drawn to me because, as she put it, I looked like a frightened rabbit caught in the glare of headlights. I knew I was behaving badly but I couldn't seem to help it, my nerve had gone and I was scared of being found out and ridiculed. "What you need is a confidence boost," She said matter of factly, she began to lead me away towards the shops," I know just what could be the very thing." I wondered what she had planned and I didn't have very long to wait to find out. Shirley led me into one of the larger department stores and through to the cosmetics and perfume counter of a popular brand. Attracting the attention of a pretty woman behind the counter she explained to her that I was thinking of trying out some new colours in my make-up and did she have any suggestions for me. "I'm sure we can work something out, do you have time for a makeover or would you just prefer some advice?" Shirley looked at me and told her that just her advice would be fine, as we were a little short of time. The assistant led me to a raised chair and asked me to sit down, I was petrified, what if she saw through me and began to shout abuse at me in front of everyone in the store? Nervously I sat down, Shirley suggested that I pass her my handbag and I opened my coat allowing the front to fall open revealing my lovely new dress. I sat down carefully trying to remember everything that Shirley had taught me and then the beautician was standing over me. "What, if any, are your favourite colours?" she asked, in my best voice I told her I didn't really have any favourites I just used what I thought might suit me and did the best job. "Well," she went on, "the new Oil of Ulay range is exceptional in both quality and colour and I really think their colours would suit you." "Well if you are sure," was all I could think of to say. She went on to explain how certain colours would suit me and how others would be a mistake, then persuaded me to try on a different lipstick than the one I was already wearing. Shirley looked at me and nodded, so I agreed to try a new one. Carefully the girl wiped my lips clean and then moving so close that I could smell her subtle perfume and the soapy freshness of her hair she began to redo my lipstick using one of the new Oil of Ulay colours. As she finished off she told me the colour enhanced rather than hid the natural contours of my lips and made me look even prettier. Showing me the effect in a swivel mirror on the counter, I had to admit that she had got it exactly right. Where before I'd always chosen a lipstick that would tone down my lips, thinking that perhaps they were too full on the bottom and too thin on top, she had used one that showed them off to perfection; making them appear extremely kissable. The lipstick she had applied to my lips matched perfectly with the rest of the make-up I was wearing and I was really pleased with the overall effect. The thing that I was most pleased with was the fact that the young lady, who had done my lips for me, despite being so close, appeared not to have noticed that I wasn't a real girl at all. Considering how close she had been to me during her ministrations, I finally realised that if she couldn't tell then there was no reason why anyone else should be able to either. As Shirley had planned, the boost that this gave to my confidence was enormous and at last I was able to completely relax and enjoy myself properly. I could never understand how Shirley always managed to say, do or advise me to do the right thing in any given situation and not only when I was dressed as Kate. She had a wonderful knack of always being able to do the right thing and I loved her all the more for it. I bought the lipstick I was now wearing and as we walked away from the counter I turned back to see the young lady looking at us and smiling beautifully. I smiled back and waved, then with Shirley beside me I stepped much more confidently now out into the crowds. Happy and by now much more relaxed, I suggested to Shirley that we have a look in a couple of dress shops. She smiled and said "That's better, now you are getting the hang of it." We laughed together and headed towards an expensive looking boutique. After our hour was almost up we headed towards the restaurant where Shirley had booked our meal; she told me that it was only a few minutes walk from where we were. So, arm in arm, we set off together with me in a much happier mood than I had been when we first got out of the car. It was wonderful being waited on as Kate, having my seat set for me as I sat down and being called 'Miss' each time the waiters and waitresses spoke to me. I was really enjoying the food, though I couldn't overindulge because I didn't want to ruin my figure or my diet. Now I knew just what it was like to be a girl when you had to be careful of everything you ate whether you wanted to or not. A couple of glasses of a smooth wine put me in a relaxed, talkative mood and I let Shirley in on my secret fantasy about going into lots of different dress shops and trying on all sorts of lovely outfits and sexy clothes. To my surprise and joy she said we could go on a shopping trip this Saturday and together we could shop until we dropped trying on as many beautiful clothes as we wanted to and buying some sexy new outfits to go out in. I was ecstatic; I never thought she would agree, after all, it meant that I would have to use the shop changing rooms to try the clothes on, even stripping down to my underwear. She naughtily suggested that we might even get the opportunity to get up to some mischief while we were doing so, as she said this I could feel my erection growing inside my black lace panties. Shirley must have read my mind, as I am convinced she is capable of doing, because I suddenly felt her stockinged foot pressing between my knees in an effort to get me to move them apart. This I did and I was rewarded with the thrillingly erotic touch of her toes slowly sliding up beneath the hem of my dress and pressing against the bulge of my cock trapped as it was in the black panties. Guiltily I looked around to see if anyone was watching, pleased to see that what we were doing appeared to be passing unnoticed by the other diners largely due to the dim, intimate lighting and the long table cloth. Shirley continued to massage my increasingly hard cock and amazingly keeping up her end of the conversation and enjoying her meal at the same time as though nothing else was happening. She didn't even stop when she called the waitress over and asked for another carafe of wine. Eventually though, after a good few minutes of really exciting foot massage, I had to warn her that things were not only getting out of hand but out of my panties as well. Reluctantly, she had to remove her foot in the interest of common decency; I didn't think that the management would have taken too kindly to a Meg Ryan imitation in their restaurant. Unfortunately! By the time we had finished our meal my cock had softened sufficiently not to prove to be a problem when I stood up but was still swollen enough to remind me constantly that I needed to get Shirley somewhere quiet. Private enough to be able to give her some of what I thought she needed and we both wanted, that is, my hard throbbing cock inside her soft, warm, wet and welcoming pussy. By the time we left the restaurant it was quite late and Shirley suggested we get a cab to the club, it was really cold by now and I for one was extremely glad that we both were wearing our coats. I couldn't believe how many young women were walking around in just thin dresses; they must have been absolutely freezing cold. The exposed skin of one girl that walked past us actually appeared to be turning blue. Although she showed no outward signs of any discomfort she must surely have been suffering, and all in the name of fashion. Whoever said that women were the weaker sex must have been out of their minds, in my experience women tended to show a lot more fortitude than most, if not all the men I'd ever known. I knew that if I were ever given the choice, I wouldn't want to go back to being a man, being a girl was so much more fun. Okay, so I knew that it wasn't all roses to actually be a real woman but I was loving every moment of being Kate and I wished the night would go on forever. I stopped Shirley and gave her a great big hug and a tender kiss on her cheek, after I had let her go, she asked me what she had done to deserve it, "Look at me," I said, "do you really need to ask?" She smiled and held onto my arm even tighter as we walked quickly along, heels tapping in the cold night air towards the nearby taxi rank. We arrived there just as the last taxi pulled away but at least we would be the first in the queue when the next one turned up. Standing there, arm in arm Shirley pointed at the shop window in front of us, "Look over there," she said. "Where?" I asked. "Over there silly, look in the window and tell me what you see." Not sure what she was getting at I told her I could see some clothes on display in the shop window, trousers, shirts, jackets and the like. "No you dafty, look at the mirror beyond the display, now what can you see?" "You and me of course, why? What do you mean?" I replied being rather dim. "Well I can see two rather attractive ladies out for a night on the town one of whom is rather tall and leggy and very sexy with it." Suddenly it clicked; Shirley was trying to tell me that at last I was behaving like a real girl and not being self conscious in any way. I wasn't trying to hide myself by stooping or being nervous. I was standing tall and proud and happy to be who I was. I was glowing, Shirley had finally got me to realise that I was totally convincing as Kate, if anyone were to find out I was really a man, then it would have to be purely accidental and certainly wouldn't be because I didn't look the part. I squeezed her to me and told her how much I loved her and how happy I was right at that very moment, regardless of the fact that it was a freezing cold night and we were standing at a taxi rank in the middle of Manchester. She smiled and told me she was glad and that it wasn't difficult to see that I hadn't been this happy in a long, long time. She then asked me what I thought of the window display, did I like the jacket or anything else in particular. I couldn't help myself; I just blurted out that I hated it, the jacket and everything else, all men's clothes in fact. Something in the surprise on her face told me she was shocked by my reaction to her innocent question but she didn't have a chance to say anything else just then because the taxi chose that precise moment to draw to a halt in front of us. After telling the taxi driver where we wanted to go, Shirley lapsed into silence for a few minutes, all the while she was holding my hand gently and squeezing occasionally. Knowing that her silence meant that she was thinking very hard about something important, I said nothing but waited until she was ready to talk first. Meanwhile the taxi driver was trying to make small talk and as I listened to him I realised how small minded we men really are. Everything he said carried undertones of sexual innuendo and I finally asked him to please be quiet as Shirley had a severe migraine; an outright lie I know but at least he got the message. From then on he spent the rest of the journey in silence, as of course did Shirley and I. Luckily we weren't too far from the club by now and it didn't take too much longer to get there. Having checked our coats in at the clubs cloakroom, we made our way to the ladies powder room, where we both went to the loo, me with a whispered caution to remember to sit down. Then we spent a few minutes tidying our hair, Shirley's beautifully long and straight, mine full and wavy. After checking our make-up we both re-did our lipstick using my new Oil of Ulay colour, then we left the loo and went to the bar for a drink. Shirley offered to get the first drinks in, returning with two, long tall glasses of Southern Comfort, with ice and lemonade. We stood near the bar for a few moments to get our bearings and to see what the club was like and then taking charge once more. Shirley led me by the hand to a quiet corner where we would be able to both speak and hear without difficulty. Sitting together on two stools behind a low drinks table, I realised that I was showing an awful lot of stocking encased leg to anyone who cared to look in our direction. There was quite a large carpeted space in front of our table and I thought that this must be where people attending the club would be gathered round drinking and chatting as the club filled up. I began to feel quite aroused at the thought of so many complete strangers around me, seeing me as the newly reborn Kate for the first time. I made a mental note not to flash my stocking tops once the place began to fill up and placing my handbag on the floor between our stools I took a sip of my drink then turned to see that Shirley was watching me intently, smiling softly to herself. I asked her what she was thinking about. "You," she said. "And what about me?" I asked her. "I was watching how you seem to have taken on board all the little nuances and attributes of Kate, even your voice has changed and become much softer. If I didn't know better I would believe that you are exactly what you appear to be." "And what, pray tell, do I appear to be?" "A very attractive, tall and very sexy woman with a drop dead gorgeous body!" It was then that I blushed for the first time in many years, I wasn't used to being complimented in this way, especially as I was dressed as Kate and on my very first proper outing. I smiled coyly and thanked her. She told me I didn't need to, as it was all me sitting here, all she had done was to help bring me out of my shell and allow Kate to blossom. There was an awkward silence for a moment and then we both tried to speak at the same time. "You first," said Shirley. "No please, you go first." I insisted. She did and what she had to say nearly had me off my stool I was so surprised! Shirley began by leaning forward and taking hold of my hand with my new engagement ring flashing brightly and gently holding it and squeezing occasionally as she spoke. "I've been watching you tonight," she began, "And I've come to realise that it is only when you are my Kate that you are truly happy, once you had got over your initial and quite understandable nervousness, you didn't just look like Kate, you actually appeared to become her, and as I said earlier, if I hadn't already known you are really a fella' I would never have doubted for a second that you are a real girl and had always been one." I tried to say something at this point but she quietly hushed me and carried on speaking. "Over the years Kate has been to visit on many occasions in all sorts of guises, usually just for a few stolen hours and it was never easy for me to see just how much all this truly meant to you. I know that you love dressing up. I've come to understand that it is a part of you that if taken away or given up would leave you the poorer for its absence. It's all of you that make you the person you are and to remove or destroy any part would make you a lesser person. Now that I've come to love Kate as much as I love Sam, I can't see any reason why we should keep her hidden away. I enjoy having a girlfriend around that I can talk to and go out shopping with, Sam hates shopping, but you Kate love it as much as I do." I took a long drink of my Southern Comfort, I didn't know where this conversation was heading and I wasn't sure that I wanted to. Shirley went on quietly, "I've been giving this a lot of thought and it depended on how well you did tonight that would decide on my, or rather our, next step. Well you've been wonderful, after you got over your nerves there has been no holding you back. To all intents and purposes you are Kate, and I like her so much that I don't really want her to leave." "Don't get me wrong, I still love Sam more than ever, but it's a joint love now, I love you each as much as the other but for different reasons, do you understand?" I told her I did, I understood more than anyone how difficult it could be to reconcile being or loving two people at the same time but only being allowed to become one at a time. All the years I'd been forced to keep Kate subjugated were proof of that. Shirley continued," What I would like to have happen, at least initially is from now on to have some sort of balance between the two of you, both Sam and Kate. We can work out the details later but I want to know what you think of the idea as soon as possible which is why I'm telling you now." I asked her what she meant but she said that she would tell me all about it after I had been to the bar for fresh drinks. Picking up my handbag and making sure I had access to my purse I left Shirley and moved confidently towards the bar. I hadn't realised until now but the club had been filling up quite steadily since Shirley and I had arrived and now it was well over two thirds full. The bar itself though was quite crowded and I stood behind a younger couple who I could see were already being served by the bar staff. As I stood patiently waiting my turn I looked across at Shirley who was watching me and smiling, she gave a little wave and I smiled back blowing her a kiss that made her chuckle. Suddenly I felt a soft warm hand on my arm and the young lady at the bar asked me if I'd like to slide into her place against the counter before someone else did as her fella' was now just waiting for his change having been served. I thanked her and did so as she moved away. She stood a few feet away from me and gave me a really bright smile and a wink, then held a finger up to her lips in the classic 'shush' gesture. It was only then that I realised to my abject horror that I had used my own voice instead of Kate's because I had been so preoccupied with watching Shirley when I had spoken to the girl. I glanced guiltily at her and began to blush when I saw that she was still watching me and smiling. Her fella collected his change and left the bar to stand next to her as I tried to attract the attention of the bar staff. It didn't take long to buy fresh drinks and I moved away after collecting my change and began to head back to where Shirley was sitting. I was embarrassed about having been caught out so soon thanks to my own stupidity and I just hoped that the girl I'd spoken to wouldn't tell her escort who I didn't doubt for a moment would tell everyone he knew about me and then God only knew what might happen. I decided to tell Shirley about it straight away and see what she thought would be the best thing to do under the circumstances. As it happened I needn't have worried, just before I reached our table I felt the same soft fingers touch my arm again as had before at the bar and I turned to see the young lady standing next to me. " I hope you don't mind," she said, "but I had to come over and tell you how very brave I think you are, it must be very difficult for you and I admire you very much." She added that she thought I was very pretty and wished me good luck for a very happy night out. I thanked her and she offered her name, "Call me Rebecca." "Thank you Rebecca, " I said, " I hope you didn't tell...." "What! Tell him, no chance, he's really just an ignorant oaf, he wouldn't understand at all, anyway, you have fun tonight, perhaps we'll get the chance to have a chat later." I smiled as she turned to go back to her bloke. Still never quite understanding why extremely pretty girls like Rebecca almost always seemed to be in the company of plonkers like the fella' whom she was with. Sitting down next to Shirley, I quickly explained to her what had happened and what Rebecca had said to me. Shirley was immediately concerned and thought that perhaps it would be prudent if we left the club as we wouldn't want to cause a scene if Rebecca decided to tell someone about me who perhaps might be a little less understanding. I told her that I thought she was being a little bit hasty, telling her that Rebecca had seemed genuine and friendly enough. "Well all right, we'll stay," said Shirley, "But at the first sign of any trouble we are leaving, okay?" I agreed and then tried to steer the conversation back round to what she had been talking about earlier. As she picked up the thread of what she had been saying and went on to explain what she was thinking about and planning in the broad sense of the word. Listening to her I was becoming more and more excited and my heart was beating like a drum by the time Shirley had finished speaking. The upshot of her thinking was this, that from now on, I would spend every weekend from Friday to Monday as Kate and the rest of the week as Sam, though I could dress however I liked after work each evening. Either, shirt and pants or blouse and skirt, it was entirely up to me. This would be until I had absolutely perfected my female persona and had, to all intents and purposes, actually become Kate. Meanwhile we would shop together for a completely new wardrobe for me. From bras and panties right up to evening dresses and everything in between, I was to have a comprehensive wardrobe that any woman would be proud of. Once we had everything I needed, we would consider our next step, we wouldn't rush anything at all, but Shirley's suggestion that we move house, something that we'd been thinking of doing anyway, and then start a new life, perhaps as two sisters was fantastic. She had even mentioned getting hold of official documents such as a birth certificate and driving license in Kate's name just in case I ever came up against the Police or some other official body. I just looked at her completely dumbfounded, absolutely thrilled that she thought so much of Kate that she was willing to start a new life away from everyone who knew me as Sam. I told Shirley how much I loved her, how much what she had suggested meant to me and promised her that as always I would do anything at all to please her. I promised I would never hurt her in any way and I would never leave her no matter what might happen in the future. If for any reason bringing Kate more openly into our lives didn't work, then we would re-adjust and revert back to the way things were or improvise and start over. I told her how very happy she had made me and said that if she was to change her mind for whatever reason she must tell me straight away. I made her promise that she would, then quickly gave her a peck on the cheek, and impudently sent her to the bar for a new round of drinks. "After all," I said "Now that we are two girls together, we have to take turns at the bar don't we?" She laughed her wonderful musical laugh and then got up to go to the bar almost forgetting her bag in the process. I watched her as she made her way through the ever thickening crowd on her way to the bar and my heart went out to this wonderful woman who had given me more love than I could ever have hoped for. I suddenly felt the prickle of tears in my eyes; I just couldn't seem to help myself, I was so very happy and so much in love. I managed to bring myself under control just in time as I caught a glimpse of Shirley returning from the bar, I was quite surprised to see Rebecca with her. They seemed to be carrying on with a running conversation as they headed towards me. I remembered to remain sitting down as the girls arrived, as befitting my new role; and they both sat down at the table with me. Rebecca had managed to pull a third stool away from a nearby table without causing any fuss and sat down opposite Shirley and myself. Shirley quickly told me that Rebecca had introduced herself while she had been at the bar, and though immediately on her guard, had believed Rebecca when she promised that she meant no harm. She only wanted to join us for our company, as she knew that she would be safe with us, not knowing anyone else in the club. She had ditched the bloke she had been with after he had become even more obnoxious and had decided to see if she could join us for a while rather than go home early. Rebecca was full of praise for both Shirley and I then went on to explain that she had once had a brother who liked to cross-dress. He had been so confused and felt so isolated that he had become depressed at being unable to come to terms with who and what he was and had tragically committed suicide some years earlier. The most tragic thing of all was that Rebecca knew about her brother and was about to share her secret knowledge with him and help him in anyway she could. She had even been out and bought him a brand new lingerie set of a bra, panties and suspender belt especially for his seventeenth birthday, which would have been just three days after he had died. She had never forgiven herself for leaving it too late and allowing her brother to take his own life without ever knowing that he had an ally in his own sister. His death had affected Rebecca in many ways and she had decided to become a nurse soon afterwards. Since then she had qualified in nursing and was now specialising in psychology and psychiatric nursing and had dedicated her life to helping those who were unable to help themselves. She had vowed then that if she should ever meet another man in the same circumstances, she would always show support and encouragement. To prove that not everyone was a small minded bigot intent on ruining the lives of people in that position, even when they had no understanding whatsoever of what it was all about. True to her word she was very complimentary to Shirley and myself, praising the way that Shirley not only understood my need to dress but also the way in which she encouraged me to do my very best when I made the transition to Kate. Rebecca knew that it was dangerous to try to inhibit or hide what really were only natural desires and to do so would only lead to all sorts of problems as it had with her brother with such tragic consequences. Amazingly, it turned out that Rebecca only lived a few miles away from our own home in Liverpool and was only staying in Manchester with a friend for a few days. Shirley immediately invited her to come and see us whenever she wanted to, adding that she could even stay overnight if she liked. I of course had no objections, Rebecca was a lovely girl and I could tell that Shirley liked her too. I was glad because we had few enough friends as it was and her immediate acceptance of Kate made her even more special, I could tell that she would soon be a very good friend to both of us. We spent the rest of the evening chatting, drinking and dancing together and getting to know each other better. At least Shirley and Rebecca danced, I was never any good at dancing and even though I found it easier to relax on a dance floor as a girl rather than a man, I wasn't proficient enough or comfortable enough with my new status to have a go just yet. Both the girls said I was being silly as they thought I was doing great and improving all the time, but I insisted that I needed to practice a bit first so I wouldn't be so self conscious. Our night out was an unqualified success and I marvelled at all the things that I'd been able to achieve in such a small space of time. Shirley thought I was great and Rebecca said I made a lovely girl repeating that she thought I was very brave and that Shirley was wonderful for helping and encouraging me so much to achieve my dream. At the end of the night we exchanged addresses and Rebecca promised to come and see us soon. We said our goodbyes, hugged each other and then she was gone. Shirley suggested that it might be a good idea if we left the club before it closed too, that way at least we had a chance of getting a taxi to the hotel we had booked for the night. After all neither of us would be able to drive home considering all the drinks we had consumed. The cab ride was uneventful and I even enjoyed the way the cab driver was continually trying to look up our short dresses in his mirror most of the way to the hotel. One thing I knew for sure was that he would get a rather large shock if he tried to get inside my panties. Not that I would let him of course, even though I was dressed as Kate, I was strictly a ladies only man, I had no interest in other men whatsoever. I wasn't even interested in finding out what kissing one might be like, I definitely only wanted my Shirley and I always would. We had no problem getting into the hotel despite the late hour and we were soon shown to our room. We didn't have any luggage or overnight kit with us as our bags were still in the car. Shirley had promised that she would fetch the car first thing in the morning so we could at least shower and change and then set off home. Almost as soon as the door closed behind us we were in each other's arms, kissing deeply and hugging and stroking one another. Within seconds our handbags and coats dropped to the floor around us as we stood together embracing and kissing. It felt wonderful to be kissing Shirley, to feel her lipstick coated lips pressing against my own, and her tongue snaking past mine teasing my warm mouth. I hugged her to me, her breasts crushed against mine and I felt for the first time the sensual thrill of having my dress unzipped by my lover as we kissed then feeling her warm fingers exploring the gap it created. I eased the hem of her dress up to her waist as she slid mine from my shoulders, pushing me away slightly to give room for the dress to fall past my breasts and hips to the plushly carpeted floor. My thick cock was throbbing and erect in my lace panties as I pressed against Shirley, I unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head, casting it aside almost carelessly. We were both breathing heavily, the pure eroticism of the moment not lost on either of us. My hands were all over her, stroking and caressing gently, I soon found the clasp of her bra and as I pulled it from her releasing her wonderful breasts from their confinement her nipples swelled and hardened visibly. I leaned forward, hungrily taking the nearest nipple between my lips, nibbling gently with my teeth and sucking hard. Shirley moaned aloud and sliding her hand between us slid her fingers into the waistband of my panties to grasp my, by now, rigid prick, smearing the wet pre come juices over the bulging head with her thumb. It was now my turn to gasp and moan as she stroked me hard, almost roughly, we were both panting by now and slowly we began to descend towards the thick carpet. Releasing her thick erect nipple I kissed her hard, squeezing her breast with one hand while pulling the gusset of her panties to one side with the other and finding her hot wet pussy with my probing fingers. On our knees now she pulled my panties to one side releasing my aching hardness as she gently pushed me back onto the plush carpet. As I lay down on my back she quickly slipped her panties off before kneeling astride me facing towards my stocking clad legs and immediately lowered her swollen pink juicy sex towards my eagerly awaiting lips. I could feel the heat emanating from within as I buried my face between her legs, plunging my flickering tongue deep inside, tasting her delicious honey and breathing deeply of her heady perfume. I felt her take firm hold of my pulsing cock then gasped with pleasure as she took me into her mouth sucking me deep inside. We were frantic; the whole thing was so extraordinarily erotic that we were devouring each other. My whole body was tingling from my scalp to my pink nailed toes. In one fluid graceful movement Shirley released me and spun around, raising herself over me before lowering herself down until her pussy was mere millimetres from the moist tip of my hard cock Almost without realising I was doing so I raised my hips until the bulbous head of my thick pole was nudging against her slippery pussy lips, our eyes locked together and then we became one. I slid into her easily in one thrust as she simultaneously lowered herself to meet me. We were still for just a few seconds before we began to fuck each other. I grasped her lovely firm breasts almost roughly, squeezing and kneading and pinching her hard nipples. Her head rolled back and she growled her pleasure, reaching behind herself to take my heavy balls in her hand and squeeze them almost painfully. We became frantic, we needed to fuck and we did, pounding together, rubbing and thrusting hard and fast. She grabbed at my life like breasts and I could only imagine how it would feel had they been real. For the first time ever I felt a pang of regret that they weren't my own real breasts but the feeling didn't last long as I felt Shirley's gripping sliding pussy begin to contract around me in quick spasms. I realised she was only seconds away from orgasm and I thrust even harder into her, my own climax starting to build rapidly, sending incredible sensations from my balls to my tummy and through the length of my bloated rigid cock. Without warning Shirley's orgasm erupted, her whole body went momentarily still and rigid as it overcame her senses. My cock, unbelievably, swelled even more and before I could steady myself a white mist came over my eyes as I felt myself burst inside her filling her pulsating pussy with streams of hot, sticky, creamy spunk. I lay breathless with Shirley on top of me, both of us unwilling or unable to move as the aftershocks washed over us. With great care and tenderness I held her to me until we'd come to our senses, no words were said, none were necessary. Our love had been expressed more than adequately already. Slowly and with a strange sense of loss, we parted and gathering ourselves up, moved toward the big double bed. With a last lingering hug Shirley went through to the bathroom while I picked up our clothes and bags. I hung our coats and dresses up hoping that the creases would drop out by the morning. I took off my panties and stockings but I left my bra on, I couldn't bear to lose my breasts just yet, then slipping into one of the complimentary white towelling robes I followed Shirley into the bathroom. She was busy cleaning her teeth using the brush and paste provided by the hotel, there wasn't much we could do about our make-up other than wash with soapy water but that would just have to do. By the time I'd been to the loo, washed and brushed my teeth Shirley was in bed and very nearly asleep. I dropped the robe on the floor, switched off the lamps and slid between the crisp warm sheets beside my beautiful wife. I finally made as if to take off my bra but she murmured sleepily that I should leave it on, as she wanted to be able to hold me as she fell asleep. Nestled together, my breasts gently pressing the smooth alabaster skin of her back and my arm draped over her, cradling her breast, we fell asleep in hardly anytime at all. My last thought as I drifted off was that I'd never been happier in my life than I was right then, right at that exact moment. I awoke some hours later, nagged to wakefulness by an insistent urge to use the loo. Shirley was still fast asleep, our legs were entwined and she held my hand even as she slept. Carefully and slowly I extricated myself, slid silently from the bed and padded barefoot to the toilet. I had to wait a few moments for my erection to subside sufficiently for me to be able to urinate though the relief was bliss when I finally managed it. Having washed my hands I returned to the bedroom, Shirley was exactly as I had left her and looked beautiful in repose. I sat quietly in the bedside armchair and watched over her as she slept on peacefully. Suddenly there was a loud crashing sound in the corridor outside our room and regretfully the noise disturbed Shirley enough for her to wake up. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a smile asking what I was doing and I told her that I was just watching over her as she slept. She invited me back into bed and I went willingly, my prick already beginning to stir, to thicken and lengthen. We made love again, softly and gently this time, each taking time to excite and please the other. Without the urgency of the night before our lovemaking was, if it were possible, even more fulfilling and wonderful, and as we came together we each cried out the name of the other in our love for each other. All too soon it was time to get up, we both showered and I tried to tidy up a little as Shirley took a cab back to the car park to collect the car which still had our overnight bags inside. While she was gone I rang room service and ordered a light breakfast for us both and then stood by the large picture window looking out at the city sprawled below. It was fascinating to watch all those people moving around on the city streets below me and I kept a hopeful eye out to see if I could spot our car coming back towards the hotel. As it happened, Shirley and room service arrived at the room at the same time and after I had taken the bags through to the bedroom we enjoyed a light breakfast together while enjoying the view of the city and engaged in happy conversation about the evening before. Shirley remarked how pleasant she had found Rebecca to be and hoped she was having as pleasant a start to her day as we were. THREE Once we'd finished eating I wheeled the breakfast trolley over to the door and out into the corridor, then returned to the bedroom where Shirley was just emptying the overnight bags onto the bed. There was a full set of clothing there for Sam to wear; trousers, shirt and shoes etc. and I looked at them with distaste. Shirley saw me and told me not to worry, as I wouldn't be requiring those particular things for a while yet. Heartened, I moved them to one side while I checked out what was left in the bag. There were pairs of fresh clean panties, hold up stockings and tights as well as washing kit and a fully equipped make- up bag. I opened this first of all and took out the cleansing cream so I could finish removing the remainder of my make-up from the previous evening. Afterwards I was pleased to find that Shirley wanted me to do my own make-up again but this time just for day wear as she wanted to take Kate shopping for a few new things before heading for home later on. "After all," she said," it would be a wasted opportunity if we didn't do at least a little shopping while we were in Manchester." Now that I knew Kate was finally going to get her wish to go out on a proper shopping trip I was a lot happier, at least I would be able to remain dressed for the rest of the day. I soon did a pretty good job of my make-up, just a little foundation, blusher, eye shadow and a hint of lipstick, all very sublime and understated and perfect for the day out. With clean panties and stockings on I slipped once again into my gorgeous black dress. I was pleased to see that the previous evenings wear had not made it look unattractive and after Shirley had zipped me into it, I brushed my silky hair through then checked I had everything I needed in my handbag. Once the bags had been repacked and we were ready to go we picked up our coats and left the room. After checking out of the hotel and getting back to the car we set off for the town centre and once again found a parking space close to where we would be going shopping. I was really excited and looking forward once more to wandering around the shops, I had found that as Kate I really enjoyed shopping. Perhaps it was because the choice of women's clothes was far more extensive and exciting than men's would ever be and it was so much fun looking around and trying on lots of different styles. The first thing Shirley told me that we needed was something a little more suitable and appropriate to wear for day time so we could change out of the dresses that we had worn last night. She suggested a skirt and blouse and more sensible shoes but I quite liked the idea of a nice dress to wear, something quite loose and flouncy. I had an idea of the sort of thing I would like, I'd seen them in shop windows on lots of occasions and I was sure that particular style would suit me. It seemed to be strange thinking and talking this way, discussing with Shirley what kind of dress I would like to buy for myself but it was something I thought I could quite easily get used to. We allowed ourselves a couple of hours to shop before