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Secret Moments 4 By Lorna Elizabeth Black Copyright - Lorna Elizabeth Black 2007 None of this work may be distributed as original by any other person or group. Permission is given to redistribute this work in its entirety and any credit is given to me as the original author. Any resemblance between characters in this work and persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Be also advised, some of the storylines contain adult themes including sex. If you are underage or if this offends, then please go elsewhere. Chapter 10 - The New Assistant It was about two hours later that Linda returned to the flat. Her arms were laden with carrier bags, some from the well known high street shops and one Christopher couldn't help but notice was one >from their own shop. "Here we are, at last," said Linda. She looked at Christopher, who had now shaved off his moustache, and said, "That's better, I never really liked that moustache anyway." "It was like losing an old friend," Christopher replied. "I'm sure you'll get used to not having it there." Linda went on, "Why don't we make a start?" "I'm not really sure about this." "Look, you agreed and anyway I've spent quite a bit of money on things for you, money we can't really afford. You don't want to waste it, do you?" "Well, no." Linda was beginning to get a bit irate by this time and said rather sharply, "OK, come on then, let's get on with it. Right, let's go through to the bedroom and first, you take off all your clothes." They both went off into the bedroom and Christopher took off his clothes extremely reluctantly until he was quite naked, but he knew he had better comply because he could sense the annoyance in Linda's tone. Opening the carrier bags, which also been taken through to the bedroom, Linda started to lay their contents out on the bed. From their own shop there were two fairly plain bras, both in white, several pairs of plain cotton panties in assorted colours, mainly pastel shades, pink, blue and white and two waist slips in white. There were also a number of packs of tights, all of which seemed to be tan shades. "I thought that I'd be wearing my own underwear," Christopher queried rather shyly. "Oh, no, definitely not. You can't do that. Take it from an expert, underwear matters and I know what's suitable, and boxer shorts are definitely not suitable. Look the underwear I've got for you here is the plainest I could find in the shop. I really didn't want to humiliate you any more than is necessary by making you wear frilly knickers, not unless you want to that is. Anyway the fact is, this >from the stock that's not selling and has been around for some time. I really don't know why Helen had ordered this sort of stuff in the first place." "So that's why you wanted the stock sheets." "Exactly." >From the other bags, Linda produced two black skirts in similar styles, both with a box pleat and both mid-calf length plus six white blouses all with long sleeves. They were essentially all in similar styles, although they all had subtle differences. For instance, one had a collar, another had no collar, but had a ribbon tie at the neck. Some were in cotton and others looked like they had a satin finish. Finally a dress, basically black with a floral pattern, long sleeved and mid-calf length was produced. "What do you think of this dress?" Linda queried. Christopher being a bit confused and over awed at the whole situation just replied, "Yes, very nice." Linda took the dress and hung it in her wardrobe. "You seemed to have an awful lot of stuff," Christopher went on. "Not really, you'll need a clean blouse, clean knickers and clean tights for every day and a change of other things as they are needed," Linda replied. The other bags produced items of make-up, some pieces of jewellery including clip-on earrings and a lady's wig in the same colouring as Christopher's own hair. A pair of black court shoes with about a two- inch heel was finally produced. "Bathroom first," said Linda, and they both made their way through, Linda picking up a tube from her purchases on their way through. "Why here?" Christopher asked. "Well it's simple, you are a man, you are hairy all over, and that hair has got to come off." "Why?" "Don't be silly, you don't get women with hairy legs, arms and hands like you, do you?" "Well I suppose not." Opening the tube, Linda squeezed the contents out and rubbed them on to Christopher's legs, chest, back, arms, underarms and hands. "What's that?" Christopher queried. "Hair removing cream," Linda replied as she busied herself at her task. "Don't touch and don't worry about the smell," she went on. "This should take about four minutes according to the instructions. I think we should leave for possibly a couple of minutes longer," Linda continued. Having left the hair removing cream on for the allotted time plus a bit extra, Linda guided Christopher into the shower, turned it on and proceeded to wash away all the remains of Christopher's body hair. Christopher began to feel somewhat more naked than he did before, not only had his moustache gone, all his body hair had followed. "You're going to have to keep it this way," Linda now instructed. "As soon as you see any hair growing it will have to removed. You can either use your own razor or you can borrow my Ladyshave if there are just a few hairs." Linda produced a large fluffy towel from the heated towel rail and wrapped it round Christopher and began to pat him dry. "Let's get you nice and dry," Linda said. They both went back into the bedroom, Christopher with the towel round him. "First off all I'm going to make you up, just to see how good you can look. I am then going to teach you how to make yourself up. So remove that towel and slip into my bathrobe. "First some changes, I'm going to have to pluck some of your eyebrows to shape them. This may hurt a bit," Linda instructed Christopher. Christopher did as he was told. He felt he had now gone too far to turn back, anyway he kept thinking of the business. So he removed the towel and put on Linda's bathrobe. He then sat down at the dressing table. Linda draped the towel that Christopher had used to dry himself over the dressing table mirror. "What did you do that for?" Christopher queried. "I'd rather you didn't see yourself until I had finished making you up." "Fair enough, if you say so." "Right let's make a start," Linda said. She continued, "I'm going to do your eyebrows first, and like I said, this might hurt a bit." It didn't hurt a bit as far as Christopher was concerned, it hurt a lot, so much so, tears were running. Linda continued and kept trying to reassure Christopher that it would all be over very soon. "I don't want to go through that again in a hurry," gasped Christopher when it was finally all over. "That's the worst bit done, although you might to pluck the odd eyebrow from time to time," Linda replied. Make-up was the next thing to be applied. First a liquid make-up was applied to most of Christopher's face, Linda saying that this was to be used to cover any facial hair growth. Christopher was instructed to close his eyes while a blue eye shadow was applied. Next came a blusher, Christopher was asked to suck in his cheeks to give some definition to his cheekbones. The blusher was put on with a soft brush in gentle upward strokes. The last thing to be put on Christopher's face was a bright red lipstick, Linda having instructed him to hold his mouth very steady and slightly open. Linda stepped back slightly and looked and commented, "I think it's going to be all right." "Are you sure?" "Definitely, it's going to be just fine, but let's carry on to the next stage." Linda took the wig and placed in on Christopher's head. She removed and altered some adjusting straps inside the wig. The wig was again placed on Christopher's head, pulled into position and combed and brushed into a neat style. "Yes, this is definitely going to be all right," Linda said once more admiring her handiwork. It was at this point that Linda removed the towel from the dressing table mirror to let Christopher see his new self. "Well what do you think?" Linda asked rather anxiously. Christopher stared at himself in the mirror, he hardly recognised what he saw. Staring back at him was what looked like quite an attractive woman in her forties sitting at a dressing table in a bathrobe. He sat there for about thirty seconds, saying nothing but occasionally moving and touching his face as if to check it really was him. "I don't know what to say," he spluttered. "Well don't say any more for the present, let's get you dressed." Linda beckoned him to stand, she undid the tie from the bathrobe and let it fall to the floor and she couldn't help but notice Christopher's rising excitement. She said nothing about it but just proceeded to dress Christopher. The first of Christopher's new clothes were a pair of the panties. He pulled them up and over his ever-increasing erection. Next came one of the bras, Linda guiding Christopher's arms in through the straps and finally fastening the bra at the back. The particular bra that was put on was plain white with full cups. From a bag of cotton wool, Linda took one handful then another and stuffed the cups of the bra giving Christopher quite a noticeable bust. A pair of tights was next removed from their packaging. Linda took each leg of the tights and bunched them up, put them over Christopher's feet and slowly pulled them up his legs. She showed Christopher how they were put on by letting out the material slowly so as not to rip or ladder them. The feeling running through Christopher at this precise moment was a mixture of submission and extreme elation. The feel of the nylon material on his legs, was not a completely new or strange sensation. He had felt like this before. He wondered if women felt in a similar way when they put on items of lingerie like this or they just regarded the whole procedure as fairly routine. Linda beckoned him to stand, and said, "I think you had better put on this girdle." "Why?" "Well I don't think women go around with a bulge in the front of their knickers, do you?" Christopher now knew what she went and pulled on the panty girdle that was handed to him. It was extremely tight as he pulled it up round his waist and his thoughts again went back to a few moments before. One of the waist slips was handed to him and he was asked to put it on. He did as he was asked and pulled the slip up round his waist. "Why do I need to wear a slip?" Christopher queried. "Because the skirts I've got for you are not lined," was his answer. "Oh." "Try on one of your blouses now please," Linda said. Christopher lifted on of the blouses from the bed, put his arms through the sleeves and pulled it on. As he tried to button it, he realised he was having great difficulty because the buttons, of course, were on the other side from what he was used to. "Take your time and keep trying. Practice makes perfect," Linda said. He eventually succeeded, his greatest difficulty, getting the cuffs fastened. "Now your skirt." Linda instructed as she handed Christopher one of his new skirts. "First pull it on as if you were pulling on trousers with the zip to the front, only make sure your slip doesn't ride up with it." Christopher did as he was instructed. "OK, that's fine. Next fasten the top button and pull up the zip and finally rotate the skirt round you waist so that the zip is at the back." Again Christopher did as he was instructed. "Fine, that looks good but let me just check." Linda checked, making sure Christopher's slip was not caught in any way. She made minor adjustment to the lie of Christopher's skirt, blouse and slip before declaring she was fully satisfied. "Just a few things left now. Sit down again will you?" Linda said. >From a small package lying on the bed she took a pair of clip on earrings and clipped them into place on Christopher's earlobes. Christopher let out a little "Ow" when she did so. Finally Linda produced the shoes and guided Christopher's feet into them. They were a perfect fit. "There, finished, stand up and let me have a look at you." Christopher stood up and immediately felt unsteady on his feet and of course somewhat taller. "Take it very slowly," Linda said. She took Christopher by the hand and beckoned him to take a few steps. Slowly but surely he made his way forward, one step at a time towards a full-length mirror that stood at the other side of the bedroom. He stopped in front of it and looked and he looked. What he saw was two women, both in their forties, one tall and fully clothed in a smart skirt and blouse and the other in trousers and a sweater. He recognised Linda but he could not believe it was he looking back at himself. "There now, what do you think?" Linda said rather triumphantly. "Weird, I feel really weird," was her reply. "Why weird?" "Well look at me, a few hours ago I was a man with a moustache and now I look like my sister, that's if I had one." "Well, what's wrong with that?" "I thought a man was a man and that was that, and nothing could change the way he was. What I seem to see is me changed into a woman which to be honest, I didn't think was possible. That's why I feel weird." "That's exactly what I've been trying to do." Linda took Christopher by the hand and led him into the lounge, he being still somewhat unsteady in his high heels. They walked round the lounge a few times, Christopher gaining more confidence as he did. Linda then said, "Let's sit down; I think we should set a few ground rules." "What do you mean a few ground rules?" "Well things like, when you should be dressed like you are now, what your duties in the shop might be, you know things like that." "OK, I see what you mean. Well as far as I'm concerned, I will be in the background only in the shop and that's as far as I want it to go." "Fair enough, that's what I said to start with." "And when the shop has been closed, and we're back upstairs, I'm back into my male clothes." "OK, whatever you say. I see no reason why you can't stay dressed if you find it more convenient." This took Christopher aback slightly and said, "What do you mean, I can stay dressed if I find it more convenient?" "Just that. I don't mind." "No, I think I will only wear my women's clothes when I'm down in the shop." "Fair enough, whatever you say but like I said, I don't mind." Linda could sense a little doubt in Christopher as to when and where he should wear his women's clothes because he was now referring to his women's clothes. Christopher went on, "Oh, and although I've agreed to wear my women's clothes when I'm down in the shop, I don't think I need to wear things like nail varnish or perfume." "Fine, but you can if you want." Linda seemed to be planting more suggestions into Christopher almost as if she was trying to get Christopher to make some form of commitment. She went further, "There is one thing, though, you can do when we're both down in the shop and it's quiet." "What's that?" "Well it's a little voice training." "Whatever do you mean." "Well really again its just in case of emergencies, but I think I should like to try and train your voice so that you sound a bit more female." "Are you sure?" "Yes I am sure. It's just in case you might have to reply to someone. Your voice, at present, would be a dead give-away." "Do you really think this is absolutely necessary?" "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't think so." "I suppose your right." "Thank you, but there is just one other thing." "Yes." "What do I call you down in the shop?" "What do you mean, what do you call me?" "You know, what's your name?" "Christopher." "No, I don't think so, not when you're dressed as a woman. You're going to need a female name." "Am I?" "Yes." "Well what do you suggest then?" "I suppose I could call you Chris, which could be short for as well as Christopher, Christine or Christina but I know you don't like your name shortened under any circumstances. I know how you've cringed whenever Sam would call you Chris. So, I think while you are in the shop or in your women's clothes, I will call you Christina, if that's all right?" "I suppose so; it doesn't look like I've got much choice." "Well, you do actually; you've now got an opportunity to choose your own name, if you like. A lot of people are landed with names they don't like but now you've got this opportunity to give yourself a name you like." "Christina is fine," Christopher said in a rather disgruntled voice. "Christina it is then. Now, how do you feel now you've had these clothes on for a while?" "I suppose I'm getting used to them. Can I change now, please?" "No, not just yet, you still have some make-up lessons to go through." "Must I?" "Yes." Chapter 11 - The New Girl Starts It was early the next morning; Linda stirred, looked at the bedside clock and thought she didn't have to get up just yet. She turned over to cuddle into Christopher but he wasn't there. For a moment, she panicked thinking he had run off or something because of the change that she had forced him into, but then she heard the bedroom door opening and thought Christopher had just been at the toilet or something and this was him returning to bed. In her still slightly sleep befuddled state, what she saw was what looked like a woman with dark hair in only her bra and pants, making her way to the dressing table. What Linda was actually seeing was Christina being created and she took it that Christopher had been up for some time having had a bath and had shaved. She thought for a moment that she would speak but instead decided to lie still, as if asleep, and watch what was going on. Christina as Christopher was now, sat at the dressing table and proceeded to apply the make-up, having been taught the night before. Linda could just about see what was happening, and what she saw was Christina applying that make-up with a degree of expertise she would not have expected. Careful brushing of Christina's new "hair" followed this. Linda thought to herself, "I must be a better teacher than I realised." Anyway, Linda continued to lie there watching as Christina continued to be perfected. The next thing Linda noticed was that, first Christina borrowed her deodorant, not Christopher's, and applied it to the appropriate places. Following that, Christina applied a generous amount of Linda's perfumed body spray down the front of her body. Linda remembered from the night before, Christopher's insistence about not using perfume and there he/she was doing the exact opposite. This made her wonder what really was going on although she was actually quite flattered at Christina's attention to detail, because this was going to make her life much easier as far as the running of the shop was concerned if Christopher could change into Christina without much persuasion. Christina continued with her make-up, finishing by carefully applying lipstick. She opened the jewellery box, took out the clip-on earrings Linda had bought the previous day and clipped them into place. Linda also noticed Christina borrowing one of her wrist watches and strapping it on her left wrist. On her other wrist she put on a bracelet, again borrowed from Linda. Christina then opened Christina's/Christopher's underwear drawer in the dressing table and took out a pair of tights. Christina bunched them up, one leg at a time, as taught, and pulled them on with no trouble or fumbling. Standing up she pulled them into place around her waist. Next came the panty girdle, Linda could see, from where she was lying, the bulge in front of Christina's knickers before the girdle was pulled into place and was beginning to be convinced that Christopher was really liking this change in lifestyle. Continuing to watch, Linda saw Christina finish dressing by putting on her waist slip, blouse, skirt and finally her high-heeled shoes. At this point, Linda made noises as if she was just waking up, opened her eyes, looked at Christina and said, "Good morning dear, you're up early." "Well, I didn't know how long I would need to get dressed and put on my make-up, so I got up a bit sooner than I normally would," was the reply. "That was considerate." "By the way, I've borrowed one of your watches and a bracelet. I hope you don't mind?" "No, that's all right. You can borrow what you like." Linda knew that this so-called "bit sooner" was a lot sooner. She reckoned that Christopher had got up at least an hour before she had realised he was not in the bed. Linda now rose and went about her usual morning routine, bathroom, shower, make-up and dressing, really much the same as Christina had just done, only a lot quicker. Christina meantime made herself' useful by preparing breakfast for them both. By the time Linda emerged, the coffee had been made and the rest of the breakfast, which was usually just toast, was ready. Both women' sat down and had their breakfast as if they had been doing it like this for years. In a way they had, but now one of them was nervous about starting at a new place of work in a completely different guise. Christina realised she had to go out the front door of the flat as a woman, go down the stairs, go out on to the street, before entering the front door of the shop and hopefully safety. This did nothing for her appetite at breakfast. Anyway the time had now come, the breakfast dishes had been tidied away into the dishwasher, Linda fetched her handbag and picked up the keys for the flat and the shop and called on Christina, "Christina, have you got all the papers you need for working in the shop?" "Pardon, what, oh yes, I think so." "Fine, we'd better get going. Oh by the way, I think you'll need a handbag or shoulder bag for your bits and pieces." "What bits and pieces?" "You know, keys, lipstick, make-up, comb, things like that." "Is that really necessary?" "Yes." "Well, you know best." In some ways Linda was expecting Christina to put up more of a fight about the handbag, but having seen what actually went on first thing in the morning, she realised that possibly she could persuade Christina to adopt more female habits without much difficulty. "I have a few spare handbags and shoulder bags, I'm sure I can let you have one. We can sort something suitable this evening," Linda continued. "Fine." Both women' stepped out on to the landing of the flat, Linda locked the door and Christina looked around in a somewhat nervous state, just in case one of the other residents of the block might see her. Linda sensing this, said, "Come on, you'll be fine, just act natural, just act like a woman." "But I'm not a woman, I'm a man." "You look like a woman, so just act like one." "I'll try." "Good, let's get going." They both made their way downstairs, Christina, still a bit unsteady in high heels, took it very slowly. On the ground floor, Linda said, "Now are you ready for this? We will have to go out on to the pavement for a few seconds while I open up the shop." "I suppose so. I'm as ready as I'll ever be." Linda opened the bottom landing door and they both stepped out on to the pavement. The first thing that struck Christina was vulnerability, that there she was a man dressed as a woman out on the street. What if she was recognised as a man dressed as a woman? Even worse, what if she was recognised as Christopher dressed as a woman? The next thing that struck Christina, though, was a strange feeling of freedom dressed the way she was. Perhaps it was the way the breeze was blowing up underneath her skirt and on to her nylon covered legs. Perhaps it was the fact she was wearing a skirt and not trousers, but regardless, these were feelings she liked. Anyway by the time Christina had any further chance to analyse these thoughts, Linda had opened the door to the shop and switched off the burglar alarm. "We can go in now," Linda said. "Right," replied Christina. Once inside, Linda locked the door as it was not time to open for business yet. Christina made her way to the rear of the shop to the place where she began to set up her new office. Chapter 12 - Staff Training With Christina now installed in the rear of the shop with her account books, invoices, stock sheets and the like, Linda set about making the shop presentable for the day's trading. As was usual, she first went round with a duster and vacuum cleaner, then set about adjusting the displays of lingerie. Linda said as she was doing these tasks, "Christina, you could do this you know, once you get to know the routines." "Yes, maybe," was all the reply Linda got. With all the tasks done, it was now time to open the shop and Linda called to Christina, "Are you ready? I'm about to open the shop." "I'm as ready as I'm going to be," Christina replied. "Remember now, don't speak to anyone until we get your voice sorted out." "Yes, all right." Linda opened the shop and Christina supposed there would be customers straightaway, she being extremely apprehensive about someone else seeing the transformed Christopher. Concentration came hard to Christina at this time. The shop had been open for about half an hour before the first customer came in. This was one of Linda's regular customers called Sarah, a tall attractive woman in her mid thirties, with whom they were on first name terms. Christina had, of course, no idea who this was but she could see and hear everything that was going on. Linda and Sarah started in conversation with the usual niceties like," "Nice to see you again, and how are you?" Linda said. "I heard about the robbery. Are you all right?" Sarah queried. "Oh, I'm fine. It was just a bump on the head. It was my pride that was hurt more than anything," Linda went on. "If you're sure you're all right. But where was Christopher when all this was going on?" Sarah continued. Christina never realised that Christopher had been a topic of conversation in the shop. After all Christopher had never met Sarah before. "Well, Christopher is away working in the Middle East at the moment on a six-month contract. It was the only work he could get. In fact he had to start his contract just after the robbery, and as you might imagine, he was extremely reluctant to go, but I insisted he went." "You must be missing him, especially after what happened?" "Well, yes of course, but I now have someone staying with me because of that." "Oh." "No, nothing like that, it's actually Christopher's twin sister, Christina who is staying. She came over last night after she heard about the robbery and insisted she helped." "That was nice of her." "Yes it was. I think for some reason, she felt guilty that her brother was not around, and since she has no ties, she decided to step into the breech. I said it wasn't necessary, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. She's decided that I need help in the shop although she's not quite sure of all that's involved at the moment, not being her line of business, So I've got her working in the back with the paperwork until she gets the hang of things. Anyway, I do feel a lot safer now that she's there." As Linda was saying this, she turned to look in Christina's direction. Sarah turned as well and seeing Christina said, "Hello, nice to meet you." Christina did not reply verbally, as she knew straight away that her voice would be a dead give-away. All she did was to give a shy little wave. Sarah then turned to Linda and said, "Anyway down to business. What I actually came in for something very special for tonight. I have this friend coming round for a meal and I intend to give a surprise dessert, if you know what I mean." "I know exactly what you mean." To be honest, Christina hearing this was somewhat shocked and wondered if this is the sort of thing that goes on in this shop. To Linda, of course, she was quite used to this, having heard it all before and dealt with it many times. Anyway it was her job to provide these sorts of things. It was a lingerie shop after all and a lot of the stock was made exactly for that purpose. "I think I've got just what you're looking for. If you would like to come over here please, I think we can find you something that should do the trick." Linda said. "Are you sure?" Sarah queried. "I'm sure," Linda said confidently. What Linda was showing Sarah was a range of basques from one of the displays called Seduction'. This display had, as well as the basques, lacy knickers, bras and suspender belts in white, black and red in a variety of sizes. Christina saw this and recognised that it was from this particular range, the basque that Linda had worn the night she had seduced Christopher when he had been persuaded' that the purchase of the shop was a good idea. "Mmm, yes, perfect. This is just the thing I'm looking for. Now what colour? Black, I think, size 38C if you have it please?" Sarah queried. "Yes I think so." Linda replied. Linda rummaged in the display and produced the required garment. "Would you like the matching knickers as well," Linda queried. "I'm not sure. What do you think?" "Well it's entirely up to you." At this point Linda began to whisper to Sarah. She did this so that Christina couldn't hear. She went on, "Put it this way, I've worn this type of basque with no knickers with excellent results. I still do, and the result is still always the same." "You've convinced me, no knickers it is," Sarah whispered. Raising her voice now to normal she continued, "Great, fine, oh I'll need some stockings, black, 10 dernier with seams, if you have them please?" "No problem." All items now obtained, Linda and Sarah went over to the cash desk to complete the transaction. Having done the necessary, Sarah made to leave the shop saying, "Bye, Linda, see you again soon. I'll let you know how I got on. Bye, Christina." Linda responded but Christina did not. she was a state of shock. Once the door had been closed behind Sarah, Christina rose from her place in the back, came through to Linda and said, "Why did you say I, I mean Christopher was abroad for six months?" "Well I had to say something, didn't I?" "Yes but abroad. This means that I can't go out as Christopher if I'm now meant to be working abroad, can I?" "Whoops, sorry, I didn't realise. Anyway, you don't go out much, so what's the problem?" "I might." "Well, you might have to go out as Christina then." Linda now thinking that Christina was furious about this enforced confinement was surprised when she replied, "Never mind, I'm sure we can work something out." Linda said nothing but gave Christina a peck on the cheek and both women' returned to their places of work in the shop. The rest of the day went very much to routine as far as Linda was concerned. There were the usual browsers, some more of Linda's regular customers came in. It turned out a lot of these customers were, if you like, mature women interested predominantly in corsetry. As there were still lots of this kind of stuff still in stock, although Linda was now running down these lines as part of the new image of the shop, there still seemed to be quite a considerable interest in these. Christina saw lots of this sort of items being shown to the potential customers. There were corselettes, both panty style and open with suspenders and there were girdles in both types as well. she really would not have believed that these garments would still be popular. Then she thought about herself' as she put her hand on to the front of her skirt and felt the panty girdle she was wearing and thought, "Maybe there is a place for these after all." Although there were plenty of customers in the shop, especially those more mature ladies, not many bought. Actually, the biggest sales seemed to be in the more sensual lingerie with the most popular, suspenders and stockings, being bought by women in their twenties and thirties. Now Christina could see Linda's thinking behind the change of shop image. Christina realised the garments being bought by these younger women were purely for the seduction of their partners. From personal experience and these thoughts as well, a strain was now being put on her panty girdle. It was nearing closing time and Linda suggested that Christina go up ahead of her, to the flat, while she tidied up and closed the shop. Linda also suggested that Christina take the day's takings up to the flat instead of her for security reasons. Christina, of course, thought this was an excellent idea. A thought crossed her mind, she would have to go outside the shop on her own. This thought was immediately followed by the other feeling of freedom she also experienced when standing outside in the morning waiting for the shop door to be opened. Christina said, "I'm ready. If you give me the takings and the keys for the flat, I'll get going." Linda handed over the necessary and then said, "I'll need to use the door bell." "Why?" "Because you've got my keys." "Of course." "Never mind, it's only for today. I'll give you a handbag tonight, so you can use it to put you own keys in it." "Yes, no problem." Christina made her way out of the door of the shop and as soon as she was out on the pavement, that feeling came back. She could feel that breeze blowing up her skirt. It was lovely. Anyway, with slow and deliberate actions, she found the appropriate key, opened the door, went into the hallway and closed the door behind her and made her way upstairs. Meanwhile Linda busied herself tidying the shop and it was about fifteen minutes later before she set the burglar alarm and closed the shop up for the night. Linda rang the doorbell for the flat and a voice, almost a female type voice came on the security intercom. "Yes, who is it?" "It's Linda." Almost at once the door was unlocked and Linda entered the hallway. She closed the door behind her and made her way upstairs. Since it had taken her about fifteen minutes to come in after Christina, she expected by this time, Christopher would be back' but when she got to the flat door, Christina greeted her. "I thought you said you were going to change back to Christopher after work?" Linda said. "I haven't really had the time. I wanted to sort out the day's post first, just in case anything was urgently required. Also I wanted to get the evening meal started. It isn't a problem, is it? "No. No problem at all, like I said last night, you can stay dressed if you want. Oh and I've just remembered, I said I was going to look out a handbag for you. Let's go through to the bedroom and see what we can find." Opening Linda's wardrobe door, she removed some bags from the shelf. "Take your pick," she said to Christina. Christina had a look at the choice and opted for a soft, black, leather, shoulder bag with a simple catch. Linda observed that there was absolutely no reluctance on Christina's part to all of this. "This one I think," Christina said as she picked up the bag. "A good choice," replied Linda. She went on, "That was one given to me by you when you were Christopher." "So it was. Then it must be a good choice." Linda then showed Christina the sort of things that she should carry in her bag, like lipstick, hairbrush and perfume if she wanted. Actually, on this occasion, Christopher stayed as Christina until after their evening meal. Once the meal was over, and the dishes stacked in the dishwasher, Linda suggested they have a drink to toast their new partnership. So pouring themselves a drink, a large gin and tonic each. Linda suggested the toast, "To Secret Moments, and may it bring all you wish for." Christina replied, "To Secret Moments, a future that is new." With their drinks finished, Christina went into the bedroom to change. Off came her skirt, which was carefully put on a skirt hanger and placed in the wardrobe. Next came the blouse, this being destined for the washing basket along with Christina's knickers and tights. As for her bra, girdle and slip, these would do another day, at least. They were carefully laid on a chair. By this time, Christina was now naked apart from her wig, make-up and an enormous erection. Anyway, the wig and the make-up came off and the erection subsided as Christopher began to make his re-appearance in jeans and a casual shirt. Essentially this became the routine for the next week or so, after work was over, Christina would only change back to Christopher after they had finished their evening meal. One evening, though, just before they sat down they eat their evening meal, Linda said, "Why don't you just stay dressed as Christina for the rest of the evening?" "Why?" "Well, why bother changing, after all it will save on the laundry. I'm really quite happy with you dressed the way you are and anyway, you still need a lot of practice in the ways of a woman." "Oh, and staying dressed as a woman is going to help?" "Well it can't do any harm." "Are you sure?" "I'm sure, anyway I've got a surprise for you." "What surprise?" "Just wait and see, but first I've got something to do." Linda went off into the bedroom, Christina could hear a drawer being opened in the dressing table. A few moments later the drawer was closed and Linda returned to the lounge. She said, "Shall we have dinner then?" "I thought you had a surprise for me?" "Later, after we've eaten." To be continued