Tanya Finds A Girlfriend Part 4
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Carlo almost flipped to Carol in that moment. Almost.
"I can't have what I want Mrs... Tanya!" he/she stumbled. The words came
out in a rush, a tumult.
"How can I have what I want? I don't know what I want. I want to look like
you, but I'm a boy, well, a man, I suppose.. I don't think I can NOT be
what...... What do I want? How am I..............? What do you..........?
Why did you kiss me like..........?
I look good to you? Like this? I'm a pervert, aren't I? How can any.....?
How can you.....? Oh GOD! I don't know anything anymore! .............Do
I?"
At this, Carlo fell into Tanya's arms, blubbering, sobbing. Tanya
"shushed" him quiet, her jewel-like lips kissing his hair, his ear, cheek,
and finally silencing him with a full on kiss, lasting, and building over
several minutes.
At the conclusion of this kiss, that had Carol, (this was certainly Carol)
erect, her proud cock taking all the blood it could get, Tanya was quietly
jubilant and her long, manicured fingers gently, insistently, insinuated
the rampant organ from its tiny, silken prison, allowing it to shrug free
from its elasticated control. Her cool hand massaged Carol. Enamelled,
long-nailed fingertips reached teasingly down to gently scratch and fondle
her balls, as the underside of Carol's cock was rhythmically stimulated by
its rubbing on Tanya's palm and her wrist.
Carol's breathing became faster again, laboured, as she neared the kind of
climax that had always eluded her and Carlo on their cross-dressing
exploits. The kind she had dreamed of, swelling her head and chest and
groin with the desire to come. To come, come, but no, not yet, it would be
better....."Wait, no, don't, but, I, yes............. oooooooh!......ooh!
......OOOHHOOOHOOOOHOHOHOOOOHH!"
At the precise moment Carol knew she would explode, Tanya's wonderful
head, her wonderful, wonderful mouth, her wonderful lips, engulfed the
twitching, pulsing centre of Carol's world, reduced in those microscopic,
kaleidoscopic moments to the tiny universe of her cock and balls. Engulfed
and consumed her, warmed and suckled her, devoured her, won and owned her,
kept and held her, taking all the deep, heavy, twitching, thrusting,
pulsing, spurting depth of her accumulated glory, drinking, tasting,
accepting it all, in the seven or eight deep, gloriously satisfying
moments that finally brought Carol into total being as an entity in
herself.
"You can look fantastic you know, babe" Tanya said, as she brushed Carol's
hair, stood behind her and watching every expression in the rococo mirror
on Carol's dressing table.
"In fact, you must."
Carol looked up past her reflection, to gaze on Tanya's expression, part
of her wondering how that glorious face could still be so porcelain
perfect when just a few minutes ago......
"Why do you say that?" she ventured, still mystified at the wonders that
had befallen her in the last half hour.
"Because we're going out tonight babe! Me and you. Carol. We are going
out. It's Christmas Eve, it's only eight now. You are going to look so
great, you won't be able to NOT go out!"
"Oh, now, wait a minute, you mean CAROL and you? Hang on, I've never....."
"Now, now, now!" Tanya interrupted. "I won't hear another word! You're
going to love it. You deserve it, Carol! You know you do! You've earned
it. You've worked so hard! You just need a little help, that's all!"
Tanya worked her fingers through Carol's hair as she spoke, her fingers
steering Carol's head back to a position where she could more
appreciatively view Tanya's handiwork in the mirror. It was spectacular.
Stunning. Carol's hair framed her face like a black cloud. This was 'big
hair' in extremis. It was incredible. Even with the clumsily applied make
up from Carol's earlier, solo attempt, she looked almost edible.
"Do you really think we could?" Carol asked, another form of anticipation
creeping into her head.
"Of course!" Tanya smiled, "Of course we can! We will. YOU will!" Tanya
turned away walking to the bedroom door as she spoke. Carol tried hard to
concentrate on the words, as her attention was drawn irresistibly to the
view, to that fabulous backside as it wiggled and rolled, atop those legs,
atop those HEELS!
"Sit tight honey, I've got some things with me I thought might come in
handy. And of course, I have your present!" These words Tanya called
loudly as she spoke from somewhere in the lounge. She was still talking as
she lugged a huge sports holdall back with her into the boudoir, clutching
it in classic feminine fashion. She was leaning back to counter the
weight, both hands gripping the handle, the bag sitting heavy against her
thigh. Carol's reddened eyes widened as she saw the lavishly lacy top of
the stocking on Tanya's left thigh, where the skirt had been pushed up by
the unmanageable bag. Stockings! Yes! Not hold-ups either......
Suspenders! She realised her equanimity was returning, and she smiled at
herself for thinking 'Thank you, God!'
Some things were being taken out of the bag. The cat was certainly out,
Carol reflected. Tanya had planned this, hoped for it. She must have, you
only had to think for a second to know. Why else had she brought such
things? A corset, a real waist-puller too, Carol thought, if its shape was
anything to go by, it could cut her in half!
The cosmetics in the big stainless steel make-up box were Neil's, she
said.
"Having dark hair, just like Neil, even darker than his, actually, you
need this kind of stuff to cover the blue chin you men can get." She was
sat on Carol's bed again now, displaying foundations, blushers and face
powders from the box. Carol had turned on her dressing table stool, and
was watching, feeling the warmth of excitement, anticipation, suffusing
her body.
Tanya was speaking absently now as though she was looking through an old
scrapbook or diary. "Huh!" she smiled, "Neil loved his eyelashes!" She
held out a long narrow box for Carol to look at. It had eight or ten pairs
of lashes beautifully displayed under its clear plastic lid. Thick, thin,
long, all kinds.
"Seems kind of fitting that you should have them babe. The first person
I've cared for since..... since he.... well, you know."
"You really miss him don't you?" Carol asked, quietly. Her heart was
pounding though. SHE CARES!
"Oh of course, yes! Not in the same way I did at first, though. You know,
you lost your Mum suddenly didn't you?"
"Yes that's right, I did. It never leaves me, but it doesn't hurt the same
now. So I know exactly what you mean."
Tanya looked up from the box. "Come and sit here, honey", she said
silkily, patting the coverlet beside her. "Your Mum was a clever woman."
Tanya raised her upturned palm to Carol's face, brooking no interruption.
"No, Carol, listen. She was. I don't know, obviously, whether she knew
anything about... men like you, like I do. But I do know that she spotted
something in you....like I have. She understood something of it, or she
wouldn't have encouraged you, would she?"
"I suppose not." Carol ventured, "Although, she might just have been
spoiling me, indulging me."
"Don't think so, babe!" Tanya riposted. "She wouldn't have made you work
for it, would she? Let's face it, it's obvious you don't - didn't - need
the money THAT much!"
"I suppose you're right, Tanya" Carol said as she sat cautiously beside
her mentor, "I've never thought about it quite like that."
"Exactly!" Tanya smiled. "I, on the other hand, intend to do just that!
Indulge you, I mean. Spoil you. Be.....cause..... I..... think.....
you.....are.....scr.....ummy!" These last sounds were followed by a soft
but deliberate kiss, swiftly but firmly planted square on Carol's lips.
"And this is my present to Carol to help her... you... prove me right!"
The present was breast forms. Surgical quality prosthetics, brand new,
that must have cost several hundred pounds. Breast forms that Tanya then
patiently applied. Marked the spots, applied the adhesive, blended the
joins. Used to do the job for Neil, she explained, once he admitted to her
all about his little hobby. Once Tanya became aware of the full extent of
his yearnings, she had co-operated, helped. 'Aided and abetted' as she put
it.
Carol had been right about the corset. It wasn't new. It had been Neil's.
"Don't take any notice of all this stuff you read on the web sites about
losing eight inches or whatever off your waist. That's far too much for
someone slim like you. You've got quite good hips, wide for a slim guy,
you just need two or three inches off to accentuate the difference!" Tanya
was winding the slack of the four lace ends around her hands as she spoke,
and grunted over the word 'difference' as she hauled on them. Not as much
as Carol grunted, as the thin black nylon laces pulled the sturdy corset
sides deeper into Carol's yielding waist.
"OHH! My God! That must be a foot off at least!" Carol squealed in amazed
discomfort.
"Rubbish!" said Tanya, with disdain, "Don't be such a sissy! A girl has to
pay a price to look as sexy as you will. Beauty doesn't come cheap you
know! That's maybe two and a half inches off, plenty to achieve what we're
looking for. Here, shimmy into these."
They were control tights, open crotch, sheer to the waist, and really
looked quite filmy, but they WERE control tights and kept Carol's backside
and hips firm. She thrilled as she smoothed them into place, at the
delicious heaviness of the breastforms, tugging at her chest. She had
never worn tights before either and the feeling of encasement was
different but just as provocative as the tug of taut suspenders on well-
held stockings, she noted. The gloss the hosiery lent to her legs was
lovely, too.
"That's a real clubbing dress you were playing around with when I came in,
Carol, where did you get it, honey?" Tanya asked casually as she searched
through the drawer of one of the chests, looking for the right brassiere,
apparently.
Carol was too busy familiarising herself with the look and feel of her new
breasts to feel in the least put out at Tanya searching through all her
girlie things.
"Oh, it's a wholesaler I took an account with for the shop. Lots of sexy
party dresses and separates, you know the sort of thing. Loads of Lycra,
gaps up the sides, fishnet see-through tops, all that kind of thing. I
just couldn't resist it. We'll never sell anything like that in the shop
though!"
"Never say never babe! It's my shop now remember!................. Ah!
This is what we want."
Tanya pulled out an elasticated bra, with smooth lacy detail, already
holding the matching panties in her other hand.
"The bra is smooth enough to show some nipple detail - on the right dress
- and the knickers are stretchy enough to hold your little thingy in
place. Ideal."
"I love the feel, Tanya," Carol murmured, referring to the breasts, which
had now warmed to body temperature. "But I can't help feeling this is
wrong. It IS wrong, isn't it? I've kept it all secret for so long. Why
would I do that if it wasn't wrong?"
"Oh sweetie, don't be so silly. You're just a bit scared, aren't you? Tell
me you haven't dreamed of walking openly down the street, going shopping
or out for a drink in all the most girlie stuff there is - as Carol -
completely."
Tanya paused.
"See? You can't. 'Cos it's true.... isn't it?"
Carol nodded, hesitantly, and reached to catch the black panties as Tanya
tossed them across from the chest of drawers.
"Put them on, and I'll show you how to get the right profile down there."
There followed a very embarrassing (for Carlo) few minutes, while Tanya
first explained and then demonstrated how his testicles could be gently
pushed back inside the groin, his 'cockette', as Tanya referred to it,
pushed in upon itself, and the whole, flattened package retained
comfortably but firmly by the strongly stretchy panties. Embarrassing
because Tanya's ministrations served only to give him (her?) an erection
again. Embarrassing but satisfying because Tanya matter of factly
masturbated him to a second climax, wiped him clean with a cleansing pad
from the dresser, and completed the operation quickly, smoothly, and,
Carol thought, very expertly! She was thrilled with the result though. A
flattened crotch, just a slight bulge, much as a female's should look,
Carol thought. Tanya helped her with the bra, nodding approvingly when
Carol demonstrated the ease with which she could put one on and fasten it.
Carol looked around and found the yellow dress from before, but was
disappointed to see a big smear of lipstick and other make up stains
around the neckline.
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