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FRENCH DRESSING 2 CHAPTER 1 The new girl Sami was waiting for me in the arrivals area. We rushed to one another and embraced, exchanging kisses on the cheeks. "Come on Babette, let's get you home." Eventually we got off the Metro and walked a few hundred metres along the Boulevard St Germain. I inhaled the sights and smells of the city, I longed to admire every shop, I gazed into every cafe. But Sami dragged me along and up a small side-street to a little courtyard. "Here we are!" We climbed three sets of stairs and then Sami opened the door. "She's here, Francine, our little girl is here." Francine came to greet me too. Immediately I felt so reassured that she was pleased to see me too. That had been a worry. The double entrance doors led to what seemed a totally gorgeous room, but Sami rushed me away to what was to be my bedroom. "You can look around shortly, Babette, but firstly take off all those clothes. Give them to me and I will throw them away, you will never need them again. I've laid out some clothes for you to wear now, so go and start the rest of your life." Sami took away my old clothes, and, excitedly I started to dress. I slipped on a pair of eau-de-nil panties, noticing that they were embroidered with the single word Babe at their centre. The joy when I put on my bra was because by then my boobs were really beginning to fill out, so that the padded A cups, although still much smaller than I wanted and waited for, snugly fitted, and I didn't need any silicone any more. On a delightful Louis-Phillipe dressing table which caught the warm sun and light from the window, there was a massive arrangement of make-up which I busied myself with. I needed to look my very best for this first day. Of course I was so lucky, for these days all my body hair was becoming soft and downy with every new day and the shave I had had that morning could see me through for a week or more. At least that would have been the case if I hadn't invested in a depilator which had been a complete godsend. I was determined not to look too much of an English rose, so I chose a slightly darker tan-coloured foundation and set to work. In what seemed like only a few moments work I was almost ready to dress. It must have taken much longer than that, for Sami called through the door to ask if I was alright. I assured her and turned to my mascara and then my lipstick. Next I took a pair of tan hold-ups and gently rolled them up my legs. I felt, as always, the pleasure as they clung to me. The sun was till quite high in the sky and I lifted up from the duvet a little linen summer frock, lime green with diagonal violet stripes. There were several bracelets on the table, but I chose two silver ones. And there were earrings too, because, as I had been told to, I had had my ears pierced. I took the nice dangly ones, of course. I brushed my hair out from its pony tail. It wasn't perfect, for there were split ends, but I did my best with what I had. There was a sweet little summer handbag. It was black and fuschia with a large peony as its centre-piece. I thought I was ready, but I had delayed until the last minute opening a little package wrapped in pink. Oh! But what was inside was truly gorgeous. Silver, oval, and nothing on the face except three hands and the letters G - U - C - C- I. I changed my bracelets around and fastened the watch to my wrist. Now I was ready, except for a few dashes of perfume. "You do look pretty!" I blushed at Sami's remark. "But you must be tired after such a journey, so tonight we'll just relax. Have a glass of wine." "To Babette, the new girl on the block." Sami and Francine raised their glasses to me, and we clinked them together. "Tonight, but only for tonight, I have cooked us a little meal, in honour of your arrival. But after that, starting tomorrow morning, that will be your task for as long as you are here." Francine smiled. The meal was perfect, of course, there was lots of lovely wine. Sami rushed around and made sure that our glasses stayed filled. "Tomorrow, Babette, you will be very very busy. You have an appointment with your hairdresser, Delphine, and must also have your nails manicured. Then there will be lunch with some of our friends, who are all just dying to meet you. After that you will come back home and make sure the house is clean for when we come back. We aren't going to have you getting lazy." Another smile from Francine. "But," Sami added, "how do you feel now? Now you know that there is no going back? Now that you know you will be forever Babette?" "I have been thinking of nothing else. And on the plane I have to confess I had a little tremble. But as I stepped off the plane, even before I caught sight of you, even then I know this was the best day of my life." "There is still a lot to do, you know. The day after tomorrow you have an appointment with your doctor. She will give you a thorough check up and decide how to proceed." "That so super. I can't wait." We gabbled on for ages, and they told me so much about life in Paris. I couldn't wait. But then Francine said that she saw no reason why I shouldn't start now. You can clear up this mess whilst we finish our drinks. And there are lots of dishes to wash. So I had to go and clear everything away to the kitchen. There was a slap on my bottom. "You missed something, go and get it now." I was sure that those knives hadn't been there before, but I picked them up and took them through to the kitchen. I had got about half way through the washing when I felt somebody behind me. The Francine placed her hands around me and starting to massage my breasts. "Oh, they are getting pretty, just as Sami told me." She pressed more firmly against me. "Why are you slowing down? You have work to do." My nipples were getting excited. And as Francine pressed even harder, I felt something hard pressing through my frock against my body. "Come on, Babe, carry on with your work!" Francine spotted that the dishes were washed. Lifting my skirt, she pulled down my panties and she thrust herself into me. I yelped before my yelps turned into groans of delight. She was still deep inside me when she called for Sami. "One woman isn't enough for this Babe. Come here and take over." A quick rustle of clothing and I felt Sami take over. The familiar feeling as she entered me with her own dildo was heavenly. This was happiness. "Pull up those panties, you little slut, and tidy yourself up. You are a disgrace! There's only one solution for a slut like you." Francine raised my frock once more, but this time to sting me with a cat o' nine tails. And not once, but until long after I had begged her to stop. I started crying, the pain was so unbearable. "Stop that at once, you have to learn to be totally submissive. We can't have you blubbing the first time a man enters you. And it's no use you trying to tell him that you don't want to suck his cock, especially when you do. He will just get even more annoyed than I am, and he'll call you much worse names. Now stop it at once, and get off to your bed. I'm fed up with you being such a sissy." CHAPTER 2 First day I was still crying when I went to my bedroom. My make-up was all smeared so that it was easy to remove it before going to bed. At least I had the sense to choose a lacy salmon pink nightdress which would comfort me through my tears, for I knew it would take hours to fall asleep. The next thing I heard was a quiet tap on my door. "Come on you little sleepy head! We have to get to the hairdressers, remember." It was Sami, and I must have falling to sleep in an instant. Groggily I stirred myself. The events of the previous night came back to me. I remembered both Francine and Sami entering me, one after the other, I remembered the sting of the whip on my bottom. Probably I should have been totally upset, just as I had been last night. Instead, however, my feelings were of gratitude. I knew I had to learn, I couldn't be myself unless I learned how to submit to a man. Sami and Francine were teaching me my fate. And that pleased me so much. Sami was pleased to see that I was accepting my destiny and she thrust her tongue into my willing mouth. "But you can't wander about like that in your nightdress. There is far too much to do. Have some coffee and a croissant, then shower and dress, we haven't got long." Inhaling the sweet scents of the bathroom and drying myself with a gloriously fluffy pink towel, I slipped on my chosen magnolia panties, yet again embroidered with my name across where my pussy lay, and then fastened my bra. By now I was quite accustomed to putting on my make-up, and, of course, today I only needed a light touch. The only problem I had was with my hair, which, in the daylight, looked an absolute mess. I tried my best, but my only consolation was that it should look better after I had been to the hairdressers. In my wardrobe I discovered a sexy tartan skirt which would show off my legs (but I was wearing a pair of almost transparent tights, for I was ashamed showing off my scarcely tanned legs in the Parisian sunlight). And there was a lovely pale lemon top which completed the outfit perfectly. Sami rushed me downstairs as soon as I was ready. I wanted to take in all the sights and smells on the streets outside, but she took my arm and dragged me off, urgent for us to reach our destination. "You must be Babette!" Delphine inspected me up and down, and make me twirl round. "Yes, it's just as Sami said, you are a pretty little thing. But there's a lot of work to do. Let's get started." I was busy taking in the unfamiliar smells of the salon and vast array of bottles and sprays as I was plopped down into a chair and my head pulled back to be washed and rinsed. My face was washed with a scrub which removed every trace of make-up and more, so that I felt quite naked. "Oh Babette, you must take much better care of that hair of yours, it's in quite a mess." There was a lot of tutting and shakes of the head. Yet Delphine went about her business with quick, certain movements. Not that I could see anything of what she was doing, for I had been forbidden a single glance. It seemed to me that I was being totally shorn. The cutting seemed to be over, but that was followed by some invisible strange paste being applied to whatever hair was left. That stage seemed, at last, to be over. For the first time in my life I felt the hood of a dryer come over my head. As the heat grew, Delphine introduced Marie-Jeanne, the manicurist. I was rather proud of my nails, which I had grown quite long and kept tidy, but they only allowed Delphine and Marie-Jeanne to parade yet more gestures of despair. Apparently my nails were far too short given that I had nice slender long fingers. But Marie-Jeanne set to work and at least I was soon able to see shaped raspberry varnish on clearly shaped nails. After that Marie-Jeanne gave me a lesson in make-up and advised me on the best shades for my pale skin colour. The hood was raised and Delphine began to shape my hair, whilst Marie-Jeanne advised me on lipstick, eye-shadow and mascara. By that time I had quite forgotten about Sami, who had disappeared almost as soon as we had arrived. But then her voice announced her return. Delphine told her to stay quiet until I was finished. "She'll be ready in a few minutes." "Do you want to see for yourself?" A mirror was wheeled in front of me. Who was the creature, I asked myself. She had a page-boy hairstyle, but her hair was a pale lemony colour, not like mine, I thought. And her face seemed so smooth and tanned, her eye- lids pastel blue and her eyelashes lengthened by her mascara, and at the centre there was full glossy raspberry lips. "Well, Babette?" "Is that really me? Please tell me that this isn't a dream!" Sami answered. "No, it's not a dream, dear, I promise you." I skipped and gave Sami a hug of delight. How could this be? I didn't seem to be the same person as the one that had entered the salon, I seemed to be so different. And I felt so different too, deep down inside. I said so. "That's because you are, my dear. Before you came to Paris you were really still only Juliette, you were still only a boy who was trying to be a like a woman. But now that you are here, and now that you can see who you are, well now you are truly Babette, and you will be Babette for ever." I hugged Sami yet again, but she was anxious to move on. So we kissed Delphine and Marie-Jeanne, said our adieus. Sami took my hand in hers and we walked in the midday sun. But still Sami wouldn't let me delay. It was, she said, lunch-time. There were friends to meet. We walked along to the crowded Boulevard St Germain, teeming with life, until we came to a corner and turned down a side street and came to the Cafe Rose. "All our friends have been dying to meet you, and there's two special friends I want you to meet. I hope they're both there." I was trembling and anxious, but Sami kept hold of my hand, reassuring me all the while. Then she waved across the pavement tables and there were several inviting hands waved. I was quickly introduced to three women and two men, and I then blushed under my make-up as they all said how lovely it was to meet me at long last and how pretty and sexy I looked! What could I answer back, all I could do was stammer a few thank yous. I got lots and lots of questions, but they were all very kind and soon I began to relax a little bit, helped, perhaps, by a glass of white wine. "It's a pity Christine isn't here yet, for I so want you to meet here. But you must chat with Alain, he has something interesting to talk to you about. Don't worry, dear, he isn't interested in getting into your panties, he has a boy-friend." Sami manoeuvred Alain and me together. "Sami has told me all about you, Babette. About how you want to live in Paris. And about how good your French is, which I can tell is true already. And, of course, about how you need to find a job. Well of course you do, you can't live on Francine and Sami for ever." That last point hit me hard. It had been worrying me for ages. And now that I was in Paris it was worrying me even more. Before I arrived here I had told myself that this could be no more than a wonderful summer but that it would be no more than two months of heaven. But after this morning I no longer knew how I could possibly return to England. As Sami had said, now I was Babette for ever. I was entirely a French girl. I could hardly believe my ears. "How would you like to work for me? I'm a publisher and I have been looking for a good Anglo-French translator, and from what I've seen just now and from everything that Sami has told me you would be perfect. What do you say?" I burst into tears and reached for Sami. "Is this true? Not a dreadful tease." Sami assured me that Alain was genuine. "Alain wouldn't tease you, and the job offer is true, promise." I kissed them both in my happiness. Could this really happen? Alain was insistent and told me to come to his office on Thursday so that we could make the proper arrangements. And Sami added that once that was done then we'd have to find me my own apartment. We chatted and chatted and I kept on telling Alain how much Sami had helped me and how now all that I wanted to do was live in Paris. Alain told me about his publishing company and how he hoped I wouldn't be too bored by the work. We were so busy chatting that I wasn't aware of another arrival at the cafe. "Babette, you've been talking to your future employer for far too long. Meet Christine, she's dying to meet you." Christine was a redhead, her hair flowing over her shoulders. She a little bit taller and bigger than me, which rather pleased me. She was, to my mind, a little bit too exaggerated in her gestures and she rather leapt in with questions. And not just the kind of questions the others asked, but she got quite personal. I started to get a little bit fretful and fed up with this, so I was astonished when, with only Sami and me left at the table, Sami announced that she was leaving and that she was sure that Christine and me would get on famously. I pleaded to go with Sami, but she would have none of it. I was to stay with Christine. I felt trapped but I knew I couldn't find my own way home. CHAPTER 3 Christine's story "Oh dear, I've upset you, I can tell. What's the problem? Hasn't Sami told you about me?" I was in a bit of a sulk, but I didn't confess that she's said nothing. "She is naughty, I thought you knew about me, Babette. We're two of a kind you see, we both only discovered who we were long after we were born. You see, my parents foolishly called me Christophe." At last the penny dropped! So Christine was a transsexual. That, perhaps, accounted for some of the things I'd noticed. And, although it only half- pleased me, why I thought I was prettier than her. Only half-pleased, because it made me worry that others too might recognise my own limitations, and I didn't want that. Desperately didn't want that. "Oh Babette, I've heard so much about you. I've heard all about your acting, heard all about how Sami took you under her wing, all about how longed to dress properly and be in every way a woman, I've even heard some of your pillow talk as you lay in Sami's arms. But you know nothing about me. That is so unfair. No wonder you're upset! Can I tell you my own story?" I felt better at that, although I blushed to think that Christine knew about our love-making. But I did want to hear her story. "Ok my dear, but do stop me if I bore you." I told her I was sure I wouldn't be bored. "I was born in a small country town about 80 kilometres from Paris, in the sticks as the Americans say. From even while I was still young I began to have what I thought were strange desires, like wanting to play with other girls around, to play with dolls like they did and I wanted to wear the clothes that they did too. But in such a small town I knew nothing about such matters and there was no one to help me. At school I was thought a bit of a sissy by the boys and it didn't help that my favourite subject was Art. Somehow or rather I managed to persuade my parents that I should go to college in Paris to study. Well they were totally against the idea, but gradually my mother realised that I was determined and she eventually persuaded my father too. So there I was, a country bumpkin in Paris who knew a little about art but precious little about anything else. And even though I had a tiny miserable room, I had hardly any money. There was a lot of chat at college, especially about girls and how to pick them up. But one of the other students, he was called David, worked out that I wasn't interested in all that chat, that in fact it was making me uncomfortable. He started taking me aside, then we started going out by ourselves, at one of the cheap cafes near the college. Then one evening David suggested a treat. "It's my birthday, when don't we go to the cinema? Don't worry, I have some money from my parents, so it's my treat." The film was Amelie, a sweet little bit of nothing, to be truthful. As we sat there in the dark I felt a hand on my knee. There was an odd feeling inside me, but when David realised I wasn't resisting, his hand moved up my thigh. When he tried to move to the inside of my thigh I moved his hand back, but only to the top of my jeans. He stroked my thigh gently but didn't do any more. My feelings were so confused, guilt, ignorance, pleasure. The last eventually forced my own hand to lie gently across his. Coming out of the cinema, David said, "Come on back to my flat, I bought a bottle of wine to celebrate my birthday." So I allowed him to take me there, and as the door closed he kissed me on the lips, his tongue forced its way into my mouth. "This is what you've being waiting for, Christophe, you know that, don't you, in your heart of hearts." He pulled off his top and mine too, and we embraced each other and our tongues caressed and we licked each other's nipples. Then he undid his jeans and allowed me to stroke his hardening cock. "You want to suck it, don't you, I can tell." For whatever reason, I said yes. And I knelt down and allowed him to enter my mouth. It was an unforgettable experience, the touch of his hard cock in my mouth, a mouth which so enjoyed the sensation and touch it had never known before. The bigger his cock got, the harder it became, the more I loved it. My tongue licked him wet, I could taste his salty pre-cum, he pushed deeper into me as I sucked and sucked him, until I could feel him at my throat. He began to groan and shiver and then he poured himself down my greedy throat. As he grew soft I fell back on the floor, exhausted but so very happy. What these feelings within me were, where they came from I didn't know. All I knew was that they made me feel good. "What a bitch cock-sucker you are, Christophe! That was marvellous. So good, in fact, I shouldn't keep your mouth to myself. You liked it so much, didn't you?" In my moment of pleasure I was more than happy to agree with him. So it was that the following Thursday I found myself standing at a street corner in Montparnasse when a van pulled up. "You're Christophe?" I nodded. "Right, get in bitch," the rough voice ordered. I found myself in a van already filled with boys, and we got tossed around as the van sped along rough roads. At last the van stopped and the doors were flung open. "In you go!" The man pointed to the imposing entrance to a chateau. All the others seemed to know what do to, so I meekly followed. Another voice spoke when we entered the mansion. "You little whores know what do to, but I see we have a new girl tonight. Come here, you." The man grabbed me. "What's your name?" I told him, but he got angry. "No it's not, you're called, let me see, Christine, that would be easy enough for a silly bitch like you to remember. Ok, this is what you'll do, you'll go into reception room, and sit on one of the bar stools. When a customer comes across, you go with him and dance. The longer you can persuade him to dance the more drinks he'll buy. Then you take him off to one of cubicles and do what you do best. After that you go back to your bar stool. You work on the money he tips you, half yours, half mine. Simple, even a little cock-sucker like you can do it." I hadn't realised what I'd let myself in for. This wasn't what David had said, he'd implied that he knew a man whose cock I would like, nothing more. But I was stuck, stranded. I had no option, I had to go in and find a bar stool. There were about ten of us there, each on a stool on which shone a spotlight so that we could scarcely see the other parts of the dimly-lit room. I won't bore you, dear Babette, with all the sordid details of that night. The only thing that it confirmed, I have to confess, was that I had a complete lust for cocks. If a man came across the floor and chose me, I could scarcely wait to take him away to one of the little rooms where my mouth was so eager to accept him. Not that I had much success that first night. The patron pulled me aside just before the end. "Give me all your tips!", he ordered, squeezing my wrist hard. I tried to protest, that that was my money and I needed it, as David had known full well. "You only get your share next week. You're all the same, you greedy bitches. And make sure you are waiting for us next week. We know where you live, and we'll come and get you, and you won't like that one little bit. And David will tell all the other students what a greedy little cock- sucking whore you are." When I got slung out of the van, dumped at the Montparnasse corner, I cried all the way back to my flat. I was trapped. I now realised that David nothing more than the patron's pimp. And that where I had been that evening was nothing more than a brothel. And what did that make me?" CHAPTER 4 Bertrand "Can you bear to hear any more, Babette? It's such a horrid story, I know. But it does get better, I promise." "Oh it must get better, Christine, so please tell me how that happened." "OK. But first it remains horrible, is that OK?" I told her I truly wanted to know. "Well, as I just said, I felt totally trapped. There was no way I could avoid those Thursday nights. I needed the money, I was scared of my story being told all over the College, I was terrified of what might be done to me if I didn't turn up. And as the weeks passed, I must confess, I got better at my work, I learned the tricks that were needed at the bar stool in order to get the attention of clients. And, to be honest, they were usually pretty easy to handle, for they were mostly tired businessmen terrified that anyone might find out their little secret. And I got used to being called Christine. I found it allowed me to start using feminine wiles to get a little more money out of the clients. And I started to feel I was Christine. That helped me. I never felt that I was a rent boy, I always thought of myself as simply a prostitute. Perhaps that's not much better, but it was one rung higher up the ladder, and that meant a lot to me. I can't hide the fact that the work (and I did think of it as work) had two big plus points. Firstly, there was the money. I knew perfectly we that we were all being ripped off, we only got half our "tips" and that the patron was making masses of money from the bar, where the "champagne" sold for 50 euros a bottle, making it the most expensive lemonade in the world. But still the money was far more than I could have ever have got from emptying waste at a dubious restaurant, my only alternative. And secondly, there were all those cocks. I was getting quite an expert! And nice big hard ones that filled my mouth and excited my throat were the best of all. Especially if they were uncut, for, in my mind, that gave me two pleasures from the one rod. So there I was, a full-time college student and part-time prostitute. The college was going reasonably. I found that what I liked best was working with textiles and had some gifts for using satins and silks and lace and creating both abstract and intricate patterns, but also, when I got the chance, designing clothes. So when the annual student show took place I created a gaudy design of pink and violet asymmetric slashes on a pale lemon lace abstract based on the Pyramid at the Louvre. I had called my piece "Artistic License". How good it was, I don't know, but it was a flamboyant demonstration of my feminine side, and I was just pleased that I'd been allowed to do it. The annual show allowed us to show off our exhibits to a wider audience. Not the great and the good, quite, but with a bit of luck there would be some gallery owners there and agents who would be looking to see what was being done in the College. And this show was no different. You didn't expect anything to happen there and then, but perhaps something would come your way later. It was a pretty boring, you had to stay by your exhibit and hope. As I expected, I was getting a few viewers, but nothing more. However, I did notice that one of the visitors kept on glancing quickly at me and then averting his eyes once more. I put on a few feminine gestures, discreet movements of my hands, lowering my eyes coyly every time he looked in my direction. Here, I thought, was a chance to get a little bit more money than I got at the brothel. But only if I played my cards right, and if my luck held. He wasn't the handsomest man, even in the room, for although he was about 1m.80cm he was also looked rather heavy, perhaps as much as a 100 kg. And he was balding. But I'd seem worse, believe me!. It looked as if my luck was holding, for although the show was about to close he was still there, and still looking at me. Some of other students were going, so here was my chance. I picked up my satchel which I slung nonchalantly over my arm. Then I made it clear that I was leaving and started slowly down that stairs. At the exit I stood there as if puzzled to know what to do next. "I enjoyed your exhibit," the voice said. I turned and smiled at him. Thank you so much" I replied meekly. "It was a piece I truly wanted to do, even although it was quite difficult." We stood there in silence, for what seemed an age. Didn't he know it was his move? At last he spoke again. "I'm going to a cafe for a glass of wine before going home. Would you like to join me?" So there we were sitting in a cafe, a glass of wine each. He asked me question after question, thankfully mostly about my work at the College. I kept on giving little hints to suggest that I could be his for the night. And I could tell that he was tempted. But there was nothing beyond that. The glasses of wine were empty. There was no excuse to stay longer. I leant my hip against his. There was no way he could not realise what was happening. But still there was no response. I played my last card. I placed my hand lightly on his thigh. When we reached his apartment I knew that I was in luck. An apartment just beside the Boulevard Housmann. I couldn't have hoped for better. As soon as we got inside I moved my hand to his trousers. His answer was to offer me another glass of wine. "I don't know that I want to do this," he said. "I lost my wife 18 months ago, and I think I'm just lonely. Perhaps you should go now, I'm sorry." "Oh don't be afraid, I can relax you, help you to lose your loneliness. I promise you." I had to keep him interested. In fact it turned out not to be difficult. I just had to sit there and listen. Smiling gently all the time. He talked about his dead wife, about how he could never bear to be with another woman. But going with a boy was just as improbable. I tried to coax him out of that mood. Then, trembling with nervousness, he spoke again. "You seem so feminine, you almost remind me of my wife. Would it be horrible for me to ask you to dress up in her clothes. That's all I ask for, you would remind me of her, now that I look closely I see you remind me of her. In fact I think that's what I saw at the reception this evening. Do I disgust you?" I said he didn't, not at all, and that's totally true. All those evenings at the brothel, all those evenings of being called Christine, all that had changed me, allowed me to accept a different me, a me that was called Christine. "Call me Bertrand," he said. But what's your name?" Automatically I replied "Christine." He just nodded and said that was a pretty name. He took me into the bedroom and showed me where all her clothes were, which I had never been able to throw away. Then he left me on my own, in what was cornucopia of delights. Of course I had never worn such clothes before, but you, Babette, will know exactly how I felt. I didn't dare to take too long, so I rather grabbed at a pair of black panties embroidered with pale- coloured roses. I gasped as I eventually fastened the matching bra. I didn't dare to try and put on stockings, but luckily I discovered some hold ups. The first thing I had spotted, however, was a little black dress. That was irresistible, but first of all I tried, not very well to put on some make up. Then I slipped on the dress and felt that I was in heaven. Finally I found a pair of low heel shoes which just fitted me. I was ready to return to Bernard, although I realised that, truly, I must have looked a dreadful mess. But that didn't seem to matter to Bernard. He kissed me on the lips and then embraced me in his arms. I felt myself sink into those same arms. We kept kissing, his hand moved to my over my dress and my bra underneath which there was so little. I pressed against him felt his member stirring against me. But this all seemed so different from when I was with those men, either dancing or in a cubicle. I didn't know what the difference was, only the experiences had nothing in common. We kept kissing, his hands now ran over my bottom and he squeezed me tight and the more he did all this the happier it made me feel. I didn't know what was happening to me then, but of course I know now, for Bernard was treating me as the woman I wanted to be, the woman I am. So when he took my hand and let me to the bedroom, I didn't resist, not for a second. He laid me down on the bed, and he pulled my dress over my head. He took his own shirt off and lay down half over me, kissing me and playing with my bra, whilst I stroked his hairy chest. He undid my bra to play with my nipples and bite them. I undid the belt on his trousers and slowly they slid to the bedroom floor. I could hear myself starting to sigh and give little moans of pleasure. Bernard understood my response better than I did. He removed his pants. I began to fondle his growing cock and to caress his balls. I was ready to take his cock into my mouth. "No, Christine, you are a true woman and I want to treat you as I would treat any other woman on this first occasion." He pulled down my panties moved over me, sliding his body between my legs. As if my instinct I resumed stroking his cock, but this time both of us twisted and moved to encourage his manhood to strive to reach the entrance to my pussy. And then he was there and his cock could feel my wetness. I gave a yelp of pain, but then I could feel him growing inside me. He began to slide up and down inside my tummy. It was incredible. I could feel his every movement up and down and as he grew yet more the walls of my pussy seemed to grow outwards to receive him. And now there were no yelps of pain, only yells of delight as I screamed with pleasure at every thrust deeper into me. I found myself urging him on and my hands cuddling his hot balls of pushing the root of his manhood still further into me. Then I knew that this was what I had longed for all my life. I could feel him coming inside me. I was shouting, I was writhing in delight, for this man was filling me with his seed. This was my true destiny. I don't think I need to tell you any more, Babette. The secrets of the pillow are mine alone. But now Bertand and I live together, as man and wife, and we are so deeply in love. There's not long to go now, before I will be complete, and we both long for the day. CHAPTER 5 The naughty maid By now the tears were flowing down my cheeks. Christine was right. That was a story that started so horribly, but, like all good stories, had a beautiful conclusion. I tried to patch up my make-up, telling Christine how much I admired her honesty in sharing her story with me and showering her with kisses. It was only then that I looked at my watch and saw, with horror, that I should have been back at Sami and Francine's flat long ago. Rapidly, I explained to Christine that I had to dash, but said how much I wanted to meet with her soon, for her story was an inspiration to me. Then we kissed goodbye and rushed to get back to the flat, Christine giving me directions. But I was too late. When I opened the door, Francine was standing there. She was wearing leather trousers and a gold top, and what must have been six-inch heels. "You little slut! Where have you been? Why is our meal not ready?" She slapped me hard on both cheeks. "When are you going to learn how to behave?" Sami appeared from the kitchen wearing a maid's outfit. She was much gentler. "I am sure that you have an excuse for your behaviour, Babette. But you must learn. If you ever catch a man, you can be sure that he will demand his meals on time. That will be more important than anything else for him. Just as I have to obey Francine totally, so you must learn how to obey the man of your dreams. So go off now and put on your own maid's uniform, the one you wore in England, it's waiting for you in your bedroom." I returned wearing my outfit. "Get down on your four feet, for you are a silly bitch, to be sure. Now Sami, collar her." "Now you collar Sami - no! never stand up unless I allow you to do so." When that was done Francine ordered us to go to the kitchen and finish preparing her meal, without ever standing up. And I had to struggle to bring her a glass of wine. But we got there, and then Francine said we could have our meal too, which Sami had prepared earlier. Sami handed me one dog bowl and kept one for herself. So whilst Francine ate at leisure we had to lick the food from our bowls. I felt consoled by the thought that I was learning how I must always be obedient and dutiful and obey every command. When the meal was over and we had tried our best to clean up, it turned out that there was to be more to the evening. Francine turned towards and we both looked up. "You are just like two bitches on heat. Here, Sami, strap this on you little friend." I was puzzled that Francine wanted me to wear the dildo, what on earth was this about? "It's your turn, Babette, let's see how you get on fucking your girl friend. Sami really likes it up her ass, and that little clit of yours is hopeless. So here's your chance." So there on the floor I had to mount Sami push my dildo into her as Francine watched. It was much nicer than I expected. I heard Sami start to moan, at first almost silently, but the moans grow louder as I entered her further, and I too felt a growing excitement. We almost forgot about Francine as we pressed together and when Sami began to yell with ecstasy I realised that for me there was a little dribble of joy dampening my clit. At last we were spent and Francine looked at us both in approval. "Good, I knew, of course, that Sami would like that, she always does, but you behaved better than I expected, Babette. Your little clit stayed so soft and small as it leaked its essence. That's such a good sign, I'm sure it won't be too long before it has its proper shape. But you two have had all the fun. Now it's my turn." Sami knew exactly what was required and began to eat at the glistening lips of Francine's pussy and told me to do the same to her. We entered into an orgy of eating and sucking which carried on until fell asleep in each other's arms. What a way for my first full day to conclude. CHAPTER 6 Madame Mareau I awoke early next morning and dressed rapidly so that I could get down to the boulangerie for croissants and then made some coffee. I knocked politely at the door, curtseyed and Francine ordered me to leave it at the table next to where the two lovers lay. "Now you can get on with tidying up and cleaning the flat," were the only other words uttered. Eventually they got up and my work was inspected. "A slight improvement in behaviour, but a long way to go." I took that as encouragement, and when Francine left for work Sami assured me that it was so. "I know, my dear, that Francine seems cruel, but it's all for your own good. And you know that, don't you?" I had to agree. I knew in my heart that all I ever wanted to be was an obedient and submissive wife to some man. In fact I was already a bit jealous of what Christine's life had become. "And this is another big day for you, Babette. You have an appointment with Madame Mareau, your doctor. So I think you must get ready to see her. Why don't you go and get changed?" "But what should I wear, Sami?" "Something sensible and smart, to be sure. A skirt and blouse and court shoes. Nothing fancy, you don't want to look like a floozy in front of Madame Mareau." It wasn't too long before I was ready and we set out along the street, arm in arm. This time Sami wasn't in a rush, for apparently we had oodles of time. So we were able to window-shop at last. "Oh, look at that dress! Isn't that a simply gorgeous handbag? That necklace would go with the dress I wore yesterday." I never stopped chatting excitedly. This was the first time I had been out shopping properly as myself so everything was new and I wanted it all. "Your time will come very soon, my dear, but not today. Today is for Mademoiselle Hersant. By the way, how do you like your new surname? It's taken from a film, but you will have to discover which film by yourself. It suits you perfectly." Eventually we arrived at the doctor's elegant apartments. Sami introduced me to the receptionist. "Mlle Hersant for Madame Mareau." We sat there for a few minutes gazing at the expensive upholstery and what looked like original paintings on the wall. Then I ushered in all by myself, which I hadn't expect so that I felt a little flutter inside. Waiting for me was an elegant tall slim lady, wearing a pencil skirt and turquoise blouse. She was dripping with expensive jewellery and her nails were perfectly manicured, her golden hair tied up in a silken knot. If only I could look like her. "This is Mlle Hersant." Then I was left alone with Madame Mareau. Well not quite, for there was a nurse present too. "So you are Babette. Well strip down to your bra and panties, so that we can have a look at you and measure you and weigh you." It was all done in a very businesslike fashion, but still I felt embarrassed about standing there half-naked. Madame Mareau and the nurse, whose name was Therese, occasionally exchanged comments out of my hearing. I was getting quite nervous. What if Madame Mareau refused to help me. But at last she spoke. "Francine asked me to help in your case for Sami's sake. But I was quite reluctant. You do realise that cases such as yours can be difficult. Yet now that I see you, I think I will take you on. You're a healthy young woman, as the tests we've just done indicate. I think that all you need is more medical treatment and then some operations." I let out a tiny squeal of delight. Everything was going to be just right. "Don't be so hasty. We do have to have a closer inspection to make sure. So go and lie on the bed over there, and take off your bra." I did as I was told, and Madame Mareau inspect my two little bumps minutely. "Yes, I see, but, Therese, you are the real expert in these matters, what do you think?" I was taken aback when Therese started to fondle my little bumps and play with my nipples, which immediately stood up. The she started to suck each little breast in turn and I could hear myself begin to moan. She stopped as if this was no more than a routine inspection. She turned to Madame Mareau and merely nodded. "Take off your panties, Babette, we need to examine you fully. To avoid any problems Therese will prepare you." She took each of my wrists in turn and tied each one to the frame at the head of the bed, and then did the same with each ankle at the foot of the bed. Apparently that was the preparation, making me totally helpless and under their control. They both peered closely at me. I was a bit put out by the way they started talking about me as if I wasn't there. "Nice smooth skin, don't you think? Oh, do you see how her balls have already shrunk a little? Or do you think, perhaps, that they have always been tiny? What a sweet little clit too! Why don't you make it hard, Therese, and make her come? Surely you can make her harder than that. Suck even harder, after all you have always liked a hard cock. No, it's no good, but look she's starting to dribble. That's quite nice tasting cum too, even if there's not much." I felt totally humiliated, as well as helpless. Most of the time I couldn't work out which of them was speaking, and I couldn't move my head enough to see anything. I was wiped down with tissue and then I felt a medical glove enter me and I gave a little moan once more, as it moved around inside me. "Oh see that, she looks so demure but I think she's quite a little slut," one of them said. At last my ordeal was over, Therese untied me and was told to dress, then motioned to a chair, facing Madame Mareau and Therese. "We have completed our examination, Mlle Hersant, and made our decisions. Francine and Sami had tried to convince us that you were the perfect specimen for our studies, and, although I had my doubts before I met you, I have to say that they are right. Of course there is much work to be done. And you will have to do your part. But since you are already so girly that shouldn't be a problem." Madame Mareau continued. "I am going to increase your hormone intake, and in a few moments time Therese will give you a booster injection. Within a month, at the latest, your hips will have filled out and you will have B cup breasts. After that you will have to have some surgery, because we both think that you deserve at least a C cup. Also, Therese suggests that you should have a little operation on your nose. It is a bit masculine, and we both think a little bit more of a snub nose would look so sweet." There was more. "Once all that is done, only the final operation will be needed, when we turn those useless bits into a proper pussy. Oh, by the way," she added, almost as an afterthought, Francine and Sami have been very clever and they have arranged all the legal documentation, so that I have been granted total authority over your medical condition. It's not really needed, I realise that, but it means that I will decide exactly what is done and when, it's really nothing to do with you. But we all thought we would let you know." Therese pulled up the arm of my blouse, and I felt the jab of an injection. I was in a daze as I was propelled back into the reception room, where Sami was waiting for me. When we got outside she said, "Let's find a nice cafe, I suspect you need a little glass of wine." "How do you feel, dearest? Now that you know there's no going back." "Excited, I think, but frightened as well. It's all going to happen, isn't it?" "Oh yes, and think of it like this, there's nothing you can do to stop it. In a few months time you will be for ever and totally a woman. I knew that all those years ago when you were Cobweb. In a way, you know, you're my very own baby."