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Secret Moments 6 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 16 - Confessions Linda closed up the shop and proceeded upstairs to the flat expecting, as usual, Christina was still around probably busy preparing the evening meal. She wondered if really Christopher would prefer to be Christina a lot more of the time, or even full time perhaps. There was a feeling that this might be what he really wanted, but she just couldn't be absolutely sure about it. She hoped, though, that the truth would come out very soon. Anyway, she climbed the stairs, put her key in the lock and opened the door and said, "Hello, it's me." Normally she would expect to get a reply like, "I'm in the kitchen," or "I'm in the study sorting out some papers," but nothing. Linda was getting a little concerned and said rather anxiously, "Christopher, Christina, where are you?" Still no reply, she started to go round the rooms of the flat. He was not in the lounge, the study, the kitchen or the bathroom. There was only one room left and that was the bedroom. She gingerly pushed the door open to find Christina, face down on the bed in floods of tears. "What's wrong?" Linda enquired. "Nothing, it's just me," was her tearful reply. "Come on now, there is definitely something wrong." "It's nothing, it's just me." "Please tell me what the problem is?" "No, I don't think you'll understand." "Try me?" Christina took a tissue from Linda, wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Christina's make-up was now a complete mess with all the tears. Slowly and hesitantly, she began to relate what was bothering her. "You know over the past few weeks that I have become a female' shop assistant and when work is finished, I eventually return to my male persona." "Yes, go on." "Well, I don't think I can go on like that anymore." "What do you mean?" "I'm so confused with my two lives." "In what way?" "Sometimes I don't know whether I'm male or female." "Does this mean that you want to go back to your male role full time?" There was a long pause before Christina replied. "No, I didn't say that." "Oh, I think I see what you want to say." "No, I don't think you can." "I think I do. Am I right in thinking you would prefer to stay in your female role?" There was another long pause before Christina replied to this question, and in a very soft voice, almost inaudible, "Yes, but I feel so ashamed." "Don't be silly because believe it or not, this hasn't come as any great surprise to me and as far as I'm concerned, you've made the right decision." "What do you mean; I've made the right decision?" "Christina is right for you. Christina is who you should be." "I don't understand." "Well, when you first became Christina, you were to say the least, hostile to the idea, or at least you liked to give that impression, but I noticed this hostility disappeared pretty quickly. I even noticed it on the first morning when you dressed to become Christina. I watched you dressing, although you may have thought I was asleep. What I could even see then, was that you were actually enjoying it by the bulge in your knickers. In fact I have detected a growing enthusiasm on your part which has now confirmed a lot of my suspicions but I knew you would never admit it, so I just kept quiet." "Other things have been noticeable as well, like you have become so meticulous in making sure there are no stray hairs growing on your legs, arms or body. You remove them immediately. Oh and you're letting the hair on your head grow long. At one time you would never have let it get as long as that. You always take a long time to make sure your make-up is perfect every morning. In fact you are getting up earlier and are now taking longer doing your make-up than you did when you started and you're now using moisturising cream on you face when you take off your make-up at night. I have also noticed you've become very particular about Christina's clothes making sure that you hang your skirts properly in the wardrobe every evening. You always make sure your blouses are properly ironed, by yourself these days, before you put them on. When your tights have been laddered or ripped, I see you've started to replace them with black tights and I know there are still plenty of tan tights in stock and not selling." "Is there a problem about that?" "No, no problem, merely an observation." "I just fancied a change." "Fine, but to get back to what I was saying, there has always been a reluctance for you to change back to Christopher in the evening after work." "You noticed then." "Yes, I noticed and this has been getting later and later. So you see, I have been seeing what's been going on. Just one thing though, was the reason you've confessed now, anything to do with these customers you served earlier on?" "Yes, I suppose it was. When I saw that teenager and the way she was developing, I was extremely jealous. I didn't know why until her mother told me the story. It's because of that, and the way I am now, I feel I must tell you about an episode in my early life. I've told no one about this before." Christina thought to herself for a moment, 'did I tell Linda about Jenny? I must have done because she seems to know about what I'm talking about.' Linda said, "I think this is the secret you've been hiding from me for all these years. Am I right?" "How did you know about that?" "I just knew. Call it women's intuition if you like." "Well, you're right. I have a secret and now is the time I have to say something." "Good, it's about time. I'm glad you're about to get it off your chest after all these years, so please carry on." "Well, this morning took me back to a similar period in my early life about me, believe it or not, saying I wanted to be a girl. What happened at that time was that I had absolutely no interest in 'boys' games or playing with the boys. I actually preferred to play with the girls around the neighbourhood. I even played with their dolls. It just seemed the right thing to do. My parents didn't really know what I was up to as I was more or less left up to my own devices. Whether they would have cared, I was never really sure." "However, there was one occasion, when both my parents were out, something made me go into their bedroom and I just had to look at my mother's clothes. After looking and feeling at the clothes there, I actually dressed in some of my mother's underwear and put on one of her dresses. It just felt right. Anyway my parents came home earlier than I expected and of course I was caught wearing my mother's dress. The outcome was my mother was in floods of tears and I got a severe beating from my father and accused of being some sort of sissy, fairy and words to that effect. Of course I was told never to think like that again. There were no things like counsellors for that sort of behaviour at that time. Even if there were, my parents would never have contemplated that sort of help. To them, I was just either stupid or bad and this sort of 'nonsense' had to be forced out of me, which of course, never was. In other words I was forced to change the way I felt and I can tell you it was difficult, no impossible. I suppose as the years passed, and while I was still living with my parents as the only child, feelings like that had to be put aside for my own survival and I suppose I've managed to keep them under wraps until now." "When I did eventually leave home, there were other distractions, including you and my career, and these thoughts still remained suppressed, more or less. But as things are now, with the creation of Christina and the other things, it's all come back." "This is beginning to make sense. After all these years I'm at long last, beginning to understand you, to see the real you." "Are you?" "Yes, please carry on." "That's really about it. You've heard my story and it's now a case of what do I do now? It seems that these latent feelings have resurfaced and I have become the woman I've always wanted to be. I like it, no to be honest, love it and don't want to go back again. Oh, and yes, I did like it from day one, even though I might have said otherwise. Even when you first made the suggestion, I was as well as being overjoyed at the thought, apprehensive to a certain extent where it all might lead. There was no way at that time I could make my true feelings known so I just went with the flow, putting up the odd little protest along the way, hoping the outcome might be O.K." "I'm glad you've told me at long last. There are things I've got to tell you as well, if we're going to be honest with each other and bare our souls." "What things?" "Later, but don't worry, I think you'll find them quite a pleasant surprise." "So, what do I do now?" "Well one thing is for sure, you are not going back to being Christopher. What I would like you to do now, my dear Christina is for you to fix your make-up while I nip down to the shop for a few things. I won't be long." Christina was intrigued, puzzled and still a bit apprehensive. Linda returned a few minutes later with two of the shop's carrier bags and emptied the contents of one of them on the bed in front of Christina. What now lay on the bed was matching lace bra, panties and suspender belt, all in white and a pair of black lace top stockings. Christina recognised the lingerie from the 'Seduction' range, some of the most expensive in the shop and underwear she remembered from the seduction of Christopher. Along with the underwear there was a full slip in white and a beautiful long satin night-dress with matching negligee also in white. "Right," Linda said, "let's get you changed into something a bit nicer, something a bit more feminine." "Why are you doing this?" Christina asked. "Later, I'll tell you later," was the reply. "And what about the night-dress and negligee?" "You'll find out later." Linda beckoned Christina to stand and take off all her clothes, not this time to revert back to Christopher, but to stay as Christina, but dressed in something different, something new, something more feminine. Christina undid all the buttons of her blouse and took it off. Next she undid the button on the top of her skirt, pulled down the zip and let the skirt fall to the floor. The waist slip and the girdle were removed and the tights and panties came off all together. Finally, Christina removed her plain white bra stuffed with cotton wool and stood there naked but still wearing full make-up, a wig and jewellery. The first thing that was handed to Christina was her new lace panties. Christina pulled them up her legs slowly and deliberately until they were in position. Linda then slipped Christina's arms through the straps of the new bra and clipped it at the back. "I have a little surprise here for you," Linda said. "What is it?" "You know there are certain suppliers that can provide silicon breast forms worn in the bra cup to create a bust line. They give the impression of weight and feel of real breasts. Well I sent off for a pair for you, instead of using cotton wool in your bra cups. They arrived a couple of days ago and I've been looking for the right moment for you to try them, although from what you've just been saying, it looks like any time would have been right." Linda went to the dressing table, opened one her drawers and produced a box. She opened it and took out what look like two bags in a flesh colour, very soft and fluid. Each breast form was inserted into the cups of Christina's new bra to create and extremely noticeable and moving bust. "What do you think of these then?" Linda asked. "They're nice, they're really nice." Christina replied. Christina started to touch them and now realised she had breasts, still false, but now they had weight and they moved when she moved. "Thank you," Christina said. Christina was handed her new suspender belt and stockings. Although she hadn't worn things like this up to now, Christina didn't need any instructions on how to put them on. She did this with very carefully but with great enthusiasm. Christina looked at herself in the full length mirror and smiled, turned round to Linda and said in a soft voice, "thank you." Linda kissed Christina on the cheek and said, "that's all right." Linda handed Christina the slip, Christina put it over her head, arms through and let it drop down over her body. She shuddered as the soft material touched her body. "Now, I think you need something else to wear other than your skirts and blouses," Linda declared. She opened her wardrobe door and took out a dress. "Do you recognise this dress?" she said to Christina. "Yes, I think so. Wasn't that the dress you bought a few weeks ago when you bought me my skirts and blouses?" "That's right, so why don't you try it on?" "But your clothes won't fit me, you said it yourself." "Who said it's in my size." "But I thought you bought it for yourself?" "I never actually said that." "Are you saying you bought it for me then?" "Yes." "Why?" "I had a feeling this day would come." "How could you be sure?" "I couldn't be absolutely sure, but like I said, I just had this feeling. Now are you going to stand there arguing or are you going to put on this dress?" Linda handed the dress to Christina. She stepped into it and pulled it up her legs. Christina slipped her arms through the sleeves and Linda did up the zip at the back. Christina adjusted her slip underneath until the dress was sitting correctly. It was a perfect fit. "I think now is the time to do your nails," Linda declared. Without any argument, Christina sat on the stool by the dressing table and Linda sat on a chair facing her. Each hand was held out to a session of filing and the application of bright red nail varnish. With that task now complete, Linda took one her most expensive perfume sprays and applied the perfume to Christina on the wrists and to both sides of the neck. Christina stood up from the dressing table, slipped on her high heeled shoes, she still only had the one pair at this point, went over to the full length mirror, looked at herself for a few moments and simply said, "thank you." Chapter 17 - All Girls Together "Now I think I want to change into something nice as well. Will you help me Christina?" Linda said. "Of course, anything you want," was her reply. "Will you get my red dress out of the wardrobe please?" Christina did as she was asked, opened the wardrobe door and took out the red dress and laid it on the bed. Meanwhile, Linda was removing her work clothes, a skirt and blouse very similar to Christina's. Actually Linda did a very similar thing to what Christina had done a few minutes earlier, she also removed all the underwear she had been wearing and proceeded to put on similar underwear taken from the other carrier bag she had brought in earlier. This time all the underwear was in black. On went a pair of lacy panties followed by a matching bra. Next came the suspender belt and a pair of black lace top stockings. "Well, what do you think Christina?" "Lovely, you look really nice like that." Christina as Christopher had always liked when Linda wore nice underwear. Now, though it was doubly nice because they were both wearing the same kind of underwear. Finally, Linda put on a black full slip again similar to Christina's. Christina could just detect a shudder of delight from Linda as the slip fell down over her body. Linda sat down on the stool at the dressing, brushed her hair and tidied up her make-up. She too applied some of the same perfume that she had given to Christina earlier. "Now my dress, please Christina." Linda rose from the stool; Christina picked the dress up from the bed and held it so that Linda could step into it. Up came the dress over Linda's legs and her arms were guided into the sleeves. Christina did up the zip at the back of the dress and Linda made the final adjustments so that her dress lay correctly. "What now?" Christina queried. "We'll have to talk about where we go from here soon but first we could eat if you like?" Linda replied. "I'm not really hungry." "I thought you might not be. Well let's have a drink first then and we'll take it from there." "Fair enough." They both made their way through to the lounge where Linda opened the drinks cabinet, took out two glasses and poured a double measure of gin into each one. This was followed by a splash of tonic water into each drink. Linda handed one of the glasses to Christina, they both held their glasses up and touched them together. Linda said, "to the future." Christina followed by also saying, "to the future, I think." "Let us sit down because we'll really need to see where we go from here," Linda said. They both sat down next to each other on the settee where Linda continued, "how do you feel?" "What do you mean, how do you feel?" "Well how do you feel now that Christina has come out of the closet, as it were? Do you feel different in any way?" "Well, I feel relieved, I feel contentment and I think I feel I belong. Do you think this is wrong?" "No, I don't think it's wrong although I somehow think you should have been here much earlier in your life." "What do you mean?" "What I mean my dear Christina, in my opinion, you are not a really the transvestite you think you are, I think you are, in fact, a transsexual." "A what?" "A transsexual, one who thinks they have been born into the wrong sex." "I know what a transsexual is. No, I don't think so. Don't you think I would have known about this years ago. How do you know all this anyway?" "Although I've had my suspicions for a long time, it wasn't until you started working in the shop as Christina, I thought I should read up on the subject of transvestism, just to put me in the picture, you understand." "Yes, fine, but I thought my presence as Christina as far as you were concerned, was purely to create an illusion, a means to an end, if you like." "That's true to a certain extent. I think there was a part of me wanting to see your female side. Anyway, as I said before, I began to notice changes in your behaviour, so I thought, perhaps Christopher is beginning to enjoy being Christina. This led me on to doing a bit more research and what I found was you didn't really fit into the definition of a transvestite, you were definitely more a transsexual." "Have you been reading up on psychology as well?" "Yes." "If that's the case, do you think this goes back to when I was very young, remember what I said earlier?" "Possibly." "So how is this going to affect us? I've created a real problem, haven't I? Because you married a man all these years ago and now it seems you've landed up with a man that would rather be a woman." "It isn't a problem; I'm actually looking forward to it." "Pardon?" "Look, as I've said, I've seen the signs, I've seen the signs over the years and do you think if I didn't want it to come to this I would have left you years ago." "Then you knew even before I did?" "I suppose, yes." "So where do we go from here?" "Where we go is really quite simple. From now on, you will become Christina full time, you will dress as a woman full time, in fact I think all your male clothes should be disposed of. Obviously you'll need more female clothing, which believe it or not, much of this has already been solved." "What do you mean, already been solved." "Well you know, when I first started in the shop two years ago with Helen." "Yes." "At that time I was a size sixteen." "Yes, I remember." "And you remember not long after that, I went to the slimming classes to get my weight down." "Yes, but what has that got to do with now?" "I'm just coming to that." "Carry on." "When I got my weight down, I had to get a new wardrobe in my new size, size twelve." "I remember the shopping sprees." "Well, I never actually got rid of most of my size sixteen clothes, you know the size sixteen clothes you chose for me. They're in those cardboard boxes in the cupboard in the hall and I can't think of a better place for them now but to go into your wardrobe. The only clothes I got rid of were the skirts and blouses I wore when I first started in the shop. That's why I had to get some new ones for you." "Now I see what you're getting at. Of course I'd be delighted to take them, but why did you hang on to them?" "I don't know, something inside told me not to get rid of them and I'm glad I didn't now." "I'm glad you didn't as well." "Another thing, you'll need your ears pierced. We can get this done tomorrow." "Get my ears pierced, why? Do I really need to?" "Oh I think so, it's all part of being a woman." "Then I will." "It also means you can wear a better choice of earrings. You can even borrow some of mine if you wish. I think also we will need, in the near future, to make an appointment with a specialist in this sort of thing to take you on to the next stage." "What next stage?" "Hormone treatment, so that you can develop a more female body." "You mean breasts?" "Yes, breasts, real breasts." "I don't know." "I think you should go, no I think you must go to this next stage otherwise I think you'll regret it for the rest of your life." "Do you think so?" "Yes, I'm certain." "But what about you. What do you think about all this? You've really gone along with what I want." "Well my dear Christina, what I'm about to say you might not like." "What do you mean?" "I actually want you to become a woman, a proper woman. In other words, I want you to lose all your male parts. Yes I want you to have breasts, real breasts. I also want you to have a vagina. Since you've become Christina, I've fallen in love again, not with Christopher but with Christina. I don't know why, but there it is. When you said, earlier on, you wanted to stay in your female role, you've no idea how happy that made me." At this point, Christina burst into tears again and through her tears said, "I, We should have done this years ago. I've missed out on so much." "Better late than never," Linda replied. "So what do you think?" Linda continued. "Yes, I do want to go through with it. I want to go all the way. I think I've always wanted to go this way," Christina said drying her tears. She went on, "I've missed out on girlhood, the change to a teenager and watching my breasts develop." "Well, we can't bring back you being a girl or a teenager, but you've still got the chance to see your breasts form. This is exactly what the hormones will do for you." "I suppose that's true and there's no time like the present to make a start." Because Christina was remembering back to earlier on in the day, when she had been handed a card from Liz, the mother of Jenny and remembered she had left it down in the shop. "I think there is someone, who could maybe help me," Christina said. "Who's that?" "Well it's on a card which I left down in the shop." "Why don't you go down and get it then?" "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" "No, I don't think so. You'll be too busy tomorrow." "Will I? How?" "For a start, we'll need to go shopping for some things you're going to need. Anyway it's time you faced the world as Christina and I think the sooner the better." "What sort of things do I need then?" "Well, for a start, you'll need some more make-up and also you'll need your own nail varnish and perfume. You can't keep borrowing mine all the time you know. Oh and of course to get your ears pierced." "I suppose you're right. In that case I had better go and get that card now." Christina got up from her seat and went into the bedroom to repair her make-up for the second time that evening. Picking up the keys for the flat and the shop she made her way to the front door to go downstairs. Although Christina had now gone up and down these stairs to the shop many times as Christina, this felt totally different. she had now an air of confidence, a feeling of contentment now that she had found herself at long last. "See you in a few minutes," Christina said to Linda. Christina left the flat, made her way downstairs to the front door on to the street, opened it, stepped out on to the street and shut the door behind her. A few steps now took her to the front door of the shop. She unlocked the door, switched off the burglar alarm and switched on the lights. Once inside, she locked the door behind her and made her way to the counter where she had left the card and picked it up. The next thing she did was to pick up one of the shop's carrier bags and put inside, a couple of pairs of nice white lacy knickers, a matching suspender belt and a couple of pairs of black stockings, saying to herself, "this will do for a start for wearing to work from now on, instead of that horrible stuff I have been wearing." On leaving the shop, Christina switched off the lights, set the burglar alarm, locked the shop door and as she did from behind her a deep voice said, "is everything all right madam?" Christina swung round in a panic to come face to face with a policeman. "Sorry, I didn't mean to give you a start," he continued. Christina regaining her composure replied, "yes, everything's fine. I was just down collecting some items I needed for upstairs." "Oh, you live above the shop then." "That's correct." "Haven't we met somewhere before?" the policeman went on. "No, I don't think so." "Well, goodnight then madam." "Goodnight constable." With that Christina, still somewhat startled, opened the door that led upstairs to the flat, went inside and shutting the door behind her, made her way upstairs with a lot more than what she had said she was going down for. On re-entering the flat, Christina said, "I just met one of the policemen that came round when we had the robbery." "Did he recognise you?" "I hope not, although he did ask if we had met before. Remember the last time he saw me I was Christopher." "Of course. You're not worried about it or anything?" "Certainly not. I'm Christina and as far as I'm concerned I've never met him before in my life." "Of course dear, of course." Linda now noticed the carrier bag Christina had in her hand and said, "let me guess, some frilly underwear for yourself?" "Right first time." "You don't surprise me one little bit, you know. I somehow thought you might come up with a few extra things for yourself." "Well, I have to look nice for work, don't I?" "Of course you do my dear Christina, of course you do." Chapter 18 - And So To Bed The rest of the evening passed quickly, the girls' had a few more drinks, a little food and a lot of talk. This was talk about the future, the future of Christina, and the future of the business and the future of their relationship. Linda talked more about why she wanted Christina to have a sex change and why Christina needed a sex change. If Christina had any doubts about this, she was now well and truly persuaded, however it wasn't really doubts about that she had, it was really a fear of what the future might hold and doing things for the best. Certainly one thing they didn't need to bother about was breaking this news to relatives as all they had between them was Helen and she was now in Australia. She would be told eventually, when the time was right although Linda thought that it would not come as a shock to her. After all, what about Sam or Samantha as he had become, for much of his time. The clothes, Linda's old size sixteen clothes, that were in the cardboard boxes were removed, looked at and checked. Christina was absolutely delighted with all these 'new' clothes. What actually happened was that Christopher's clothes were removed from the wardrobe and put into the cardboard boxes and Christina's new clothes were hung in the wardrobe in their place. So it seemed that instantly, Christina had acquired herself most of the clothes she was going to need for the immediate future. As far as the business was concerned, now that it was doing a lot better, it was decided that Christina should now become Linda's full time partner in the shop, serving customers as well as everything else associated with the running of the business. The accountancy work done, by what was then Christopher on a freelance basis, would be run down and cease altogether when possible. The shop, 'Secret Moments' would now become their one and only source of income. The 'girls' raised their glasses and toasted their future. This had been a momentous evening for them both with big changes made and important decisions taken and although still on a 'high', they were actually both very tired. "Bed time I think," Linda said. "Yes I agree," was Christina's reply. There was one thing going through Christina's head at this moment, 'what was she to wear in bed? Was it that beautiful night-dress she had seen earlier?' Linda had thought of this already and on entering the bedroom after having been to the bathroom, Christina's problem had been solved. On the bed lay the most gorgeous white nightdress and matching negligee. "For you," said Linda. "For me? It's absolutely gorgeous," replied Christina. "Yes, It's for you. I don't think pyjamas are really suitable now, do you?" "Your right, pyjamas are definitely not suitable." "I'll tell you what, strip down to you bra and panties, leave your breast forms in for the time being then put on your night-dress and negligee. Oh, you can take off your wig as well because I think now that your hair is getting that bit longer I can style into a bit more feminine form." Christina did as she was asked. Linda undid the zip of her dress and it fell to the floor. Christina picked it up, put in on a hanger and hung it in her wardrobe. Next came the slip. She put this on a chair beside the bed ready for tomorrow. Finally Christina took off her stockings and suspenders and again put them beside the slip, again to wear tomorrow. She now stood in the bedroom in just her bra and panties. Linda handed Christina her new and first night-dress and she proceeded to put it on. When she dropped the night-dress over her body, that shudder, as the material touched, came back, not that she was complaining of course. With the night-dress now on, Christina put on her negligee and tied it with the little silken ribbon at the neck. Meanwhile, Linda had changed into her night-dress and put on her negligee as well. Linda beckoned Christina over to the dressing table. "You had better take off your make-up first," Linda said. This was now routine to Christina, having done this now for many weeks, only this time she felt normal in doing this. The make-up off, Linda started to work on Christina's hair. First she brushed and brushed until it was smooth and shiny. Next she took a pair of scissors and trimmed the back. Linda then took a comb and combed Christina's hair forward and again taking the scissors, she cut the front into a sort of fringe. "There, it's still a bit short, but it's now a lot more ladylike," declared Linda. Christina looked in the dressing table mirror and said, "that's nice." "Once your hair gets longer and once you're on the hormones, it should also get thicker and you can then get it styled properly," said Linda. Linda gave Christina's hair a final brush and said, "come on let's get into bed." Both the women' removed their negligees and got into bed. Since the rules and roles on this couple's sex life had been changed when Linda seduced Christopher all these weeks ago, it came as no surprise at all when Linda made the first move, but this time her lover was Christina. She started by putting her arm round Christina and pulling her in close and kissing her deeply on the lips. Linda's other hand now strayed beneath Christina's night-dress and up her legs to find the last remnant of Christopher, hard and rampant. She thought to herself, 'never mind, we'll soon be rid of that thing, but meantime, though, I'm sure I can make some use of it.' Almost a replay of Linda's seduction of Christopher took place, with Linda, first of all pulling back the bed clothes and leaving Christina on her back, squatted over her face to allow Christina to suck her. Linda bent over forward and lifting Christina's nightdress took what was left of Christopher in her mouth. This time if anyone could see them, they would think this was two women making love, a loving lesbian relationship, which is of course exactly what Linda wanted. Both 'women' came together, over the past weeks they had practised, not exactly as they were now, but practised they had. Linda detached herself from Christina's cock, now limp and flaccid, and manoeuvred herself into her normal position in bed. Both 'women' adjusted their night-dresses, the bed covers were pulled up and Linda took Christina in her arms as they both lay there. Linda said, "happy?" "Yes, very. Thank you for everything." "So, do you really think you're going to like being a woman?" "Yes." "There is something you're going to have to do before long now that you're a woman, you know." "What's that? What do you mean?" "Well you're going to have to lose your virginity." "I don't understand. I lost my virginity years ago." "Not as a woman you didn't." "I still don't understand." "Well don't worry about it just now. When the time is right, you'll know all about it. It's something to look forward to." "Is it?" "Definitely." With that Linda put the bedroom light out and both 'women' settled down for the night, both feeling absolute contentment. It was morning and Christina rose first, which was quite normal. But this morning this person was wearing a beautiful night-dress, not a pair of men's pyjamas. She now slipped on the matching negligee and went about her business to prepare for the day ahead. To be continued