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I This story is partly autobiographical. It's my first attempt so don't be too hard on me, please But I would appreciate genuine criticism.. * Be Careful of Tarts and Vicars by Joanne Barbarella I will never forget the day when she came into my life and changed it (and me) in ways I never dreamed of. At that time I was 17 -just- and a skinny nerd with an inferiority complex a mile wide. I had just left school and was looking for a job, so far without luck. Anyway, I was sitting reading the situations vacant ads and having a cup of coffee in a local Starbucks when someone spoke to me. I looked up and saw a vision. "She can't be talking to me," I thought. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" "Yes, I asked if you minded me sitting with you. The place is very crowded," she said. "No, of course not. Please do." I replied, thinking that would be the end of the conversation. This beautiful woman looked to be in her early-to-mid twenties( I later found out she was 24) with shoulder-length honey-blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes and an enchanting smile. No way she could be interested in me,and in any case she was way out of my league. I don't remember what she wore, because I was captivated by her face.I only remember she looked very smart. I realised I was staring and felt myself blush.I quickly looked down at my paper. "I hope I'm not disturbing you," she continued. "You look as if you're busy" "Not really. I'm just reading the 'wanted' ads," said I, blushing madly. "Relax," she said. "I don't bite, and my name is Francine. What's yours? And I know what it's like hunting for work.It can be a real worry." "I'm John, and I'm sorry for staring but you took me by surprise. There doesn't seem to be much in the paper anyway." "Well, I'm lucky. I just got a new job here and I've been flat-hunting and I've been lucky there too. I can move in tomorrow,but I need some help getting organised. I don't suppose you'd be willing to help me? I'll be happy to pay you for a couple of days hard labour. you look like someone I can trust." "I'd be glad to help,but you don't know me or anything about me. Are you sure you want to take a chance?" "That's the right answer for a start, and I think I've already sized you up. So tell me about yourself and I'll tell you about me.Then if we're both happy we'll talk about the pay. Think of it as a dry-run job interview. It'll be good practice." For the next hour we talked. Normally I would have soon dried up but she had a knack for keeping me going. I told her how I had just left school and was looking for something in commercial art or design, how I was an only child living at home and wanted to get my own place as soon as I could afford it and generally rattled on. She in turn told me she was also an only child. Her mother had died of cancer a year ago and her parents had divorced when she was 11 so she never saw her father any more. Her mother had left her the house and car and quite a lot of money.She had trained as a beautician and make-up artist and applied for a job with our local theatre company to get a change of scenery and because she was living in a house with too many memories. In short, we got on, and she ended up offering me $100 a day to help her move, which I thought too much but she insisted.We agreed she would pick me up in her car the next morning here at the coffee shop. By the time she left I was totally hers. * * * * * * * * * "He's perfect," thought Francine as she left, "sweet and innocent and trusting, and rather cute for a young boy as well." * * * * * * * * * Well, all went as planned. She picked me up and we went round to her flat and I spent the next two days humping boxes,cleaning out cupboards,moving furniture and generally doing the heavy work required in a moving job. She was a pleasure to work for; clear directions, no hard words and knew what she wanted. The flat was a very nice apartment in a good area, two bedrooms,kitchen, dining room, living room, bathroom, separate toilet,and laundry, with its own private entry in a block of four and dedicated carpark. I thought she was renting but she told me she had actually bought it. I realised she was telling the truth when she had told me she was well off. After two days I thought this is it. It was good while it lasted,and I'd made $200. Francine paid me my money but then asked me if I would go to dinner with her that evening. I had never been to dinner with a girl before,let alone a woman and she was definitely a woman. By this time I was in love with her, even if she didn't know it,and I said yes, as long as we didn't go anywhere too swanky(because I didn't think I could handle a really posh restaurant). That seemed to suit her, so I said I would come to the flat at 7.30,to pick her up. ********** What a sweet boy he was.He was obviously so nervous about going out with me and yet almost falling over himself to go.I hoped my proposition to him later in the evening would work. I was pretty sure it would. *********** The dinner seemed to be a great success. She was bright and happy and relaxed. I made sure I did not drink too much as I did not want to give a bad impression (besides I was supposed to be too young to drink).She got a bit giggly but still well in control.It was a lovely evening, but I thought this was the end of our friendship. Then she took my hand and said, "Look, I'm not really sure how to put this, and I don't want to give you the wrong idea,but would you consider coming to live with me? "You 've been so helpful over the last couple of days and I've really grown to like you. I don't know anybody here and it would be so nice to come home to a friendly face. I will be working some odd hours at the theatre and it would also nice to know somebody is looking after the flat. You told me you wanted to get your own place as soon as you could and if you don't mind sharing with me this would suit us both." I was gobsmacked. How this woman could be making me an offer like this was beyond belief! "But how would I pay you?" I asked, "and you mix with all the actors and celebrities at work. They must be so much more exciting than me." "John,I'll pay you! Maybe not as much as the last two days, but we can work something out and I'll include room and board. As for all those theatrical people you'd be surprised how many of them are absolute shits, and even the nice ones have enormous egos. My job is to make them look good on stage. I don't have to share my life with them off it. You, on the other hand, are a genuine person,who I would like to have around. After my mum died I used to get so lonely living alone. It was the main reason I sold up and came here. Please say yes." "But what would I do for you?" "Well, as long you don't mind, you can do my grocery shopping, maybe a little cooking, keep the flat clean, look after the car and -and just be my friend. You'll have to work weekends and some late nights, because of the theatre hours,but you can have Monday and Tuesday off. I can pay you $400 a week and, like I said, room and board included. Just try it for a couple of months. If it doesn't work out we'll just shake hands and walk away friends." What could I say except, "Yes." "OK, great, when will you start?" "How about Monday week? I'll have to tell my parents and organise my stuff. I think I'll have to tell them I'm moving in with a friend. They might not not be too keen on me living with a girl even if it is a business deal." "All right, I will leave that to you and look forward to Monday week, but I want to see you again before then. Coffee at eleven tomorrow?" "Why not?" ***************** "He's such a darling. I can't wait until he's living with me all the time. I'm glad he's shy about telling his parents about me. That could avoid complications," thought Francine. ****************** The agreed Monday came. In the meantime we had been to the movies and met twice more for coffee and lunch. I felt like I had a real girlfriend but dared not make any move which might break the spell. I moved in with her and took up my less than arduous duties.Over the next several weeks she improved my cooking skills by an order of magnitude.She also made sure I cleaned the place properly, without at any time being overbearing about it. I always felt I had let her down when I hadn't done something right and tried harder to please her. For instance, I knew nothing about ironing women's clothes at first,but soon became good at knowing what temperatures and what steam to use on the different fabrics. And I have to admit I enjoyed the feeling of all the sexy materials that I had to deal with. The same with washing; I soon came to know how to separate the garments and colours and cycles in the washing machine. If you had told me before that I would enjoy these chores I would have said you were mad,but I did. I think it was pleasing her that did it for me. She also included me in her social life as far as lunches,coffee,movies and simple walks were concerned. I was never invited to the theatre or any associated activities. "Most of those pricks would only take you down," she said, "and I don 't want them doing that to you. They can be very cruel." I had been working for her for about three months when, one Monday (her day off) she came into the living room in tears. "Francine, what's wrong?" I asked. "It's just I was thinking about my mum, and it made me feel so miserable.Please, I need a cuddle. John, please give me a cuddle." What else could I do? An invitation I had dreamed of.She snuggled in my arms and sobbed for about ten minutes.Then she stopped crying and suddenly started kissing me. With passion. I had to respond. I had months of unrequited love in me. After a short session she grabbed my hand and pulled me off the sofa where I had been comforting her and literally dragged me into her bedroom. "Strip," she said, and took off her own dressing gown and nightie. I was stunned, so she grabbed my T-shirt and hauled it over my head. Then my shorts and underpants were pulled down. "Off, And get on the bed. Now!" I did as I was told, and she was on top of me, kissing, stroking, writhing. You couldn't call it rape because I WANTED it. It was just so unexpected. She was in control as far as control counted, and I was along for the ride. Not complaining, all my dreams come true! She impaled herself on me after about one minute (I think. Who was looking at a clock?). I would like to say we fucked ( and it was fucking, not making love) for ten or fifteen minutes, but we didn't. It was all over in a minute and we both came. I lay there wondering what the hell had happened and what would happen next, and then she said, "Maybe we can take a little longer this time." Well, we did take a little longer, and the next time, and the next time. It was making love these times, and it's wonderful what you can do when you're 17 and in love for the first time, with someone who has some idea of what to do. We spent several hours in bed, kissing and cuddling and fondling when we weren't otherwise engaged, and telling each other how we had wanted this for ages. When we came back to planet Earth, she actually started to apologise for taking advantage of me, and I started to apologise for taking advantage of her.Then we both got the giggles and decided we would talk about it after we put some clothes on. The upshot was that she didn't want me to stop working for her and I didn't either. She did love me and (as I've said many times) I loved her. We would carry on as before but we would sleep together when the mood was right. For me, Heaven. ************************* Well, that went even better than I expected! He's definitely mine now, and he's actually much better than I thought he might be.This should be fun. ************************ The next few months were a miracle. The "mood" seemed to be four or five times a week, nearly always in the mornings due to theatre hours of work. My previous experience of sex had been pretty limited and strictly "white bread" missionary position. Now I learned what it was like to be on the bottom, what fellatio and cunnilingus were, how good was a 69er, and how good a blow job, and how much a woman is turned on by having her pussy licked. I learned to fuck a girl's arse so that she can have some fun when it's the wrong time of the month and I learned that a man can experience the same kind of fun from a girl with a dildo. All of this was a revelation to a young green boy like me. I asked her once where she learned all this stuff and she said it was because she was seven years older than me and had mixed with bad people.I didn't want to believe the second part. However, it really didn't matter. I was totally bewitched. One day she asked me to get rid of all my body hair. "I like a man to be smooth," she said. Who was I to argue? I happily agreed and she applied a lotion to my body which removed the lot in the shower. At about the same time she said she wanted me to do something special for her. "Anything, darling," I said. "Please, would you go to see a hypnotherapist. You are still sensitive around other people and I think a course of treatment would make you much more relaxed." "I thought that sort of stuff was only to stop you smoking or make you bark like a dog." "I guess most people think that but I know it's a valuable therapeutic tool that can relax you and open your mind to beneficial influences. When my mum was really ill it eased her pain and gave her a lot of relief. I would appreciate it if you tried it. I'll go with you if it'll make feel better about it." "If you think it will do me some good I'll go but I want you to come with me because the idea makes me nervous." "Darling,no problem, I will make an appointment next week. You'll see. It's no sweat." So the following Tuesday we appeared at the office of the hypnotherapist. He was a reassuring sort of man who told me that a twelve-week course would reduce or remove my feelings of inferiority and enhance my self- esteem and it was all quite harmless. I laid on a couch with Francine holding my hand and the therapist talked to me while I watched a spinning wheel. Nothing happened but half an hour had gone by when the hypnotist asked me to come back at the same time next week. ********************** Things are going really well ********************* I had had a second appointment with the hypnotherapist and although nothing seemed to happen I had to admit that I felt more relaxed after the session, so I agreed with Francine that I would complete the twelve-week course. If nothing else it kept her happy. A couple of days later she announced that we had been invited to the annual University "Tarts and Vicars" Ball which was to take place in two months time. "There's a competition for the best-dressed couple," she said. " I would like to win that, and I reckon we would have a real chance with my make-up skills." I had no idea what she was talking about and said so. She then explained that the men were supposed to go as "tarts" and the women as "vicars" although other cross-dressing combinations were allowed, such as "butlers and maids" or "masters and slaves" and there was always a competition with the winners named king and queen of the Ball. "I'm sure you could win, love. Who are you going to go with?" "Why, you of course, silly," she said. "But I don't look like a girl," I protested. "I bet I can make you look like one, and a very good looking one at that. Just let me get my make-up kit and we'll see if I can't" she laughed at me. "I'm not sure I want to find out." "I tell you what,scaredy-cat. If you agree I have made you look convincing, we're going to the Ball. If you don't we won't go. All right? But you have to be honest, OK?" I couldn't argue with that, so I said, "OK." She took me into her bedroom, put a smock on me, faced me away from the mirror on her dressing table and went to work on me.For over an hour she applied creams, lotions and powders to my face, stuck on false eyelashes and finally lipstick. Then, after telling me not to turn around, she took a blonde wig from her closet, placed it on my head and spent a further five minutes brushing it into a shape that apparently satisfied her. She stood back and studied her handiwork. "I guess that will do for a start," she said. "OK,you can look in the mirror now GOLDILOCKS." The instant she said "Goldilocks" something seemed to click inside my head and I turned to the mirror and saw myself looking back, a pretty young girl. Well, what else would you expect? Of course I was a pretty young girl. I knew that already. I admired myself for a couple of minutes, turning my head this way and that and preening like any girl with a mirror. "What do you say,GOLDILOCKS?" she asked. Again a sort of click in my mind. "Francine,why did you think I wouldn't want to go to the Ball?" I replied, "All I need is something nice to wear." This seemed to me to be a perfectly reasonable answer. "Darling, I promise you will have the most gorgeous frock on the night, but before that we're going to have to train you, just like every actress has to rehearse her part, so from tomorrow you start being a girl until the Ball, but right now take off your clothes and get into bed. I've never fucked a girl before and I want to find out what it's like." That sounded like a logical reply to me, so I did what I was told and us two girls happily made wild passionate love for the next couple of hours until it was time for Francine to get ready for work. Before she left she showed me how to remove my make-up and told me I could wear one of her negligees until she came home. I thought this was really nice of her to share her clothes with me. ************************** That was soooo good. Everything worked like a dream.I could hardly believe it when I spoke the trigger word. He turned into a girl before my eyes, not just because I had made up his face, but his whole being changed. She fucked like a rabbit too and she is very good looking. I'll have to do some more work on her of course and teach her all the things she needs to know to make a convincing girl. That will be good fun and I really want to win that prize. I think we can pull it off. ************************** "GOLDILOCKS,your name is Joanne now and you must do every thing I tell you without question. Do you understand?" "Yes, Francine," I said. I loved her so much, it was only natural for me to do what she wanted. "Right. First we have to get you your own things. It's all right for you to borrow mine today but you need clothes and make-up and shoes,and I must teach you the basics of girlhood. Go and have a shower and use my soap and body lotion. A girl must start by smelling like a girl. Then come back here and we'll get you ready." I showered as instructed. She was right. I smelled nice. When I went back to her room she made me lie on the bed and glued what I later knew to be breastforms to my chest. I couldn't see any join marks after she finished. They looked and felt like part of me. "Now," she said, "they only come off once a week so you can clean yourself and them." "Yes, Francine." I felt really good about having breasts. She gave me a pair of white cotton panties and a plain white bra, which she helped to put on. These were followed by a white woolen top and a dark grey knee-length skirt. "You'll have to try on a few things later, so we'll keep it simple. Now, this time watch what I do while I do your make-up. It's a skill you have to learn." She didn't take so long this time as she had yesterday. "This is daytime make-up, not so elaborate as we need for night-time. You will soon learn." The fixing and adjustment of my wig followed. "You won't have to worry about this after today. I've arranged for a girl from my salon to come round at 2.30 this afternoon. She will give you hair extensions and do your nails and eyebrows. Now let's go and get you some basic outfits, Joanne." She completed my preparations with a pair of flat-heeled black patent- leather shoes, ahd off we went shopping. I felt good because I knew I was making Francine happy and also because I "knew" I was a girl out on her first shopping trip. At a deep level in my mind I still knew I was a boy named John but it just didn't matter. I was a girl whose name was Joanne and that pleased Francine and made me feel really good. I was determined to be the very best girl that I could be and I was loving every minute of it. So off we went shopping and by lunchtime I had four skirts, six tops,three dresses, a dozen sets of bras and panties, stockings in half a dozen colours, three pairs of suspenders, black and white waist cinchers, three pairs of high-heeled shoes, black, white and beige with four inch heels and an assortment of make-up. Being a girl was soooo much fun! Francine gave me another surprise when we got home by presenting me with a beautiful maid's dress which she instructed me to wear when I was doing my domestic duties. As promised, the hairdresser cum beautician came to the flat in the afternoon and applied hair extensions which brought my hair past my shoulders. It took ages but I didn't mind. She also shaped and painted my toenails and fingernails in a nice coral pink colour. By the time all this was done Francine had gone to work so I dressed nicely and wore my maid's dress to cook her a spaghetti dish for supper. She seemed to be really pleased with me when she came home and saw me and I served her with her supper and a glass of wine. I was so proud of myself. After eating she said, "GOLDILOCKS, tomorrow we will start giving you more make-up lessons and deportment and movement exercises. I want you to watch the way I move and my mannerisms. You must try your best to copy them and make them second nature to you. Also, tomorrow you start to go shopping for ordinary items like groceries dressed as a girl.You must not feel any embarrassment doing this. It is perfectly natural. The other thing we must do now is to feminize your voice. I want you to count from one to ten and I will tell you when your tone is correct. Start now." So I began counting. At three she said, "Up a little in tone," I obeyed. At seven she said, "Up a little more," and again I complied. "That's perfect," she said. "Now, you cannot speak in any tone lower than that. This is your normal speaking voice from now on. Is that clear?" "Yes Francine," I replied in a contralto tone, which also sounded very good to me. During the ensuing couple of days I practiced very hard at all the things she wanted me to learn, while carrying out my housekeeping chores. For some reason these seemed to be much more pleasant when I did them as a girl. Then it was time for my weekly visit to the hypnotherapist. Of course I went dressed as a girl, which did not strike me as in any way unusual. "Hello, Joanne," he said when I arrived. How did he know my new name? However I wasn't really worried about it. I remember him saying "GOLDILOCKS" and then half an hour had passed as usual. He said "GOLDILOCKS" again, and then asked me if I would like to suck his cock. I felt an overwhelming desire to do just that, unzipped his trousers, took out his member and swallowed him in my mouth. It felt so good I wondered why I hadn't thought of this before since he had been so nice to me. Ten minutes later he came and I swallowed the lot with no difficulty. It was so good to make him happy and I felt so feminine. "Joanne, you're coming along very well. I am sure we will have you completely developed in a few months, and you will finally be a whole person," he said. I was so pleased with his praise that I could hardly wait to tell Francine when I got home. "You're such a good girl, darling," she told me and I almost burst with pride at her praise. I do so like to please her. For the next three or four weeks I concentrated on my lessons and became steadily more proficient in make-up, movement, mannerisms, and speech as well as my normal maid's duties. Wearing dresses became automatic and I grew used to handling my longer hair. Francine frequently invoked "GOLDILOCKS" to ensure that I absorbed more and more lessons in female behaviour. When she used that magic word and told me that I had done something exactly right my heart swelled and my head gave that funny little twist. Afterwards I found that I could not perform the particular action in any other way. For instance, we were working on my walking one day and she watched me in my heels practicing a girlish sway to my hips. "GOLDILOCKS that's perfect," she said, and that was it. I couldn't walk any other way if I had tried (not that I wanted to) My weekly visits to the hypnotherapist continued but now he wanted more than a blow -job at the end of each session. I took his cock up my backside now and he told me he loved fucking me.I really enjoyed the visits and Francine was always so happy when I told her about it. Nor did my lovelife with Francine suffer. We still made love four or five times a week, the only difference being that she seemed to prefer either taking me with the dildo or having me lick her pussy until she came. I didn't mind as long it made her happy.After a week or so Francine insisted that I started to go with her to her beauty salon once a week to have my hair and nails done and a laser treatment on my face and eyebrows. I loved these sessions. The girls were so nice to me. I was one of them and of course a few sessions meant I no longer needed to shave and my facials made my skin so much better. Four weeks into my treatments I was feeling very content with myself and beginning to share Francine's confidence that we would triumph at the Ball. We still had five weeks to go when she initiated the next stage of my training. ******************************* It's time to take her out into the world and develop her social skills so that she will be totally natural by the time the big night arrives. I must also make sure she fully understands that she is a tart, a hussy, a minx, a wanton, a libertine, a temptress,because I have decided who we are going to the ball as, and she will be the most famous woman of our time (my secret for now). ******************************* Francine's taking me shopping for what she describes as "sexy" clothes this morning. I can't wait. She has made sure I am smartly turned out in a nice red short skirt (about 4 inches above the knee) with a matching bolo jacket over a silky white blouse with a ruffled front. I am wearing black tights and black patent pumps with a 3 inch heel. My underwear is white matching bra and panties and a white waist-cincher. My hair is arranged in a Paris Hilton style and I have gold hoop earings which are actually clip- ons because my piercings are not yet fully healed. My make-up is light daytime toned eye shadow,mascara and a coral-pink lipstick. I admire myself in the full-length mirror. I think I look pretty good as I grab my matching black patent bag and go out to the car with Francine. She drives us to a huge shopping mall across town, and we walk through , window shopping at first. There are some beautiful stores with gorgeous dresses on display and after a little browsing we go into one place and start to look seriously. I see a little black dress which makes my mouth water and ask her if I can try it on. It is short and frilly and has a deep scoop neck which really shows some cleavage when I try it on. I tell her I would like it and she says it is exactly what she had in mind for me. She buys it for me and I love her so. We go to a jewellery store and she buys me some seriously dangly earrings. My piercings will be OK in a few days so I can hardly wait to wear them. Then we go for shoes, and I get a beautiful pair of evening sandals, pigeon-egg blue in colour, 4 inch heels, ankle-straps. I feel so girly and I can hardly wait to wear them out. Our final stop is at a lingerie store where she selects two corsets for me, one in black and one in white. When we go home she tells me I must go out tonight, dressed in the dress we bought today, and with night-time make-up. "GOLDILOCKS, tonight you will meet me at 11p.m. at Fiesta night-club. Buy yourself a drink and wait for me, OK." "Yes, Francine," I say. I'm actually very excited because she's never invited me out in the evening before. I dressed myself carefully and caught a taxi which got me to the club at 10.45. The doorman asked me who I was with and I gave him Francine's name and he let me in. I was directed to a table.I sat down and ordered a daiquiri (I didn't even know what a daiquiri was) and settled down to wait for Francine. No sooner had I ordered than a man came and asked me if I would like to dance. I didn't want to be rude so I said yes and danced with him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me as we danced and wanted to do something about it, so I rubbed myself against him as we went around the floor. He got even harder so when the music stopped I led him back to my table, sat him down and under the table I took his cock out of his trousers and began to stroke him. The reaction was immediate. I looked around and nobody was looking at us so I lowered my head onto his cock and began to suck. His reaction was almost immediate and he came in my mouth within seconds. I was very disappointed as I was expecting him to last minutes,but what the hell,cock was cock. I finished him off quickly and tucked him back in his pants. I don't think anyone noticed. He gave me a $50 note and left. I was stunned. It had never crossed my mind that anyone would pay me to do what I wanted to do. I tucked the note into my bra. I sat and sipped my daiquiri which I found I liked and all of a sudden Francine was sitting next to me. "Hello, darling," she said. "What have you been up to?" So I told her about the man I had sucked off (I didn't tell her about the $50.Why not?). She laughed and said that was great because I was a tart and a slut and I was meant to do things like that." GOLDILOCKS . You must do that at every opportunity," she said. Lots of people seemed to arrive at the same time as she did and she introduced me around as her "special friend" Joanne. All of these people paid lots of attention to me and I soon found myself drinking lots of wine and getting very giggly. I loved all the attention but was quite relieved when Francine rescued me and said we should go home. We drove off in her car and when we got home I attacked her and sucked her titties and then her pussy and did not stop until she came. When she did I got really hard and I almost raped her. I fucked her for ages. There was something about my being a girl fucking another girl that really got me going. It was quite strange because I was really thinking of myself as a girl at this stage.Was I a lesbian? I didn't care anyway and funnily enough Francine seemed to love it. Were we strange or not? Excuse me for keeping on changing tenses. I am quite confused. I KNOW I am a girl and I know I am a boy. Where am I to go? Francine clearly wants me to be a girl and I love Francine so much and want to please her. But deep down I know my name is John but my name is Joanne. I must be a girl because I am wearing skirts and dresses and I am doing female things when I go out. I am not sure who I am, except I know I am a girl because I love Francine and that's what she wants me to be. It was time for my regular hypnotherapy appointment and I confessed my confusion to my analyst. He listened to me and, as usual, I watched the revolving wheel and nothing happened. After half an hour he said to me "GOLDILOCKS, be in no doubt you are a girl. Your name is Joanne, and always has been." He didn't want to fuck me this time, but I didn't mind. I was so relieved to be reassured that what I knew to be true was really true. Francine started to take me to the Fiesta club on a regular basis. I wore my little black dress a couple of times, but then I persuaded her to buy me a red sheath dress and a deep blue clingy item to give me some variety. She didn't argue. In fact she seemed only too happy to get them for me. The people at the club were so nice to me. Every time I went there some man wanted me to suck his cock. Wow,how lucky I was, and they nearly always gave me $50 or even $100 afterwards. I couldn't understand why they thought they should pay me for something I loved doing. I did not know at that time that this club was a hangout and pick-up joint for transvestites and their admirers, so the customers expected to pay for services rendered, and I was being trained on the job so to speak. After my first few outings (punny,eh?) Francine told me I could go any time while she was at work as long as I left a message for her on the mobile phone. "Just make sure you always dress on the slutty side and use night-time make-up. I want people to pay attention to you." That was all right by me. I didn't need to be told twice. So for nearly three weeks I was a regular at the Fiesta. I collected nearly $1000 in "tips," which, for some unknown reason, I never mentioned to Francine. One evening she told me to meet her at the theatre after the play and to be sure to wear my black corset, little black dress and heels. I did as instructed,and when we met in the foyer she was accompanied by a middle- aged woman , elegantly dressed but short and dumpy. "Joanne, meet Susan. She will be your drama coach for the next two weeks to make sure you are ready to play your part at the Ball," and to Susan, " What do you think, Sue? Will she do?" Susan stood back, looked me up and down, walked around me and said to Francine, "You've excelled yourself, darling. I will make sure she's perfect on the night. Wardrobe's all arranged I hope?" "Yes, for both of us. I ve arranged final fittings for us Thursday week and my mask will be ready this weekend. Please remember. Not a word to anybody. I don't want anyone stealing a march on us." Susan laughed. "Of course not, dear. You're really serious about this, aren't you? "I'll come round to your place tomorrow morning and we'll get this young lady started. Now let's go and have that drink." The following day the doorbell rang at 10.30 and I answered it. I was wearing my maid's uniform as I ws doing my chores.Susan came in and looked at me. "Pretty as a picture," she said and handed me half a dozen CDs and three large books. "You will need these. I want you to study them in detail while I'm coaching you so that in two weeks time you will be fully in character as this girl. I promised Francine we could do it." At that moment Francine came out of the bedroom and greeted her. I looked at the discs and books and nearly fell over. This was probably the most famous woman in the world! And that meant Francine was going as! I dare not say it. In the meantime, I heard her tell Susan,"- and remember,when she get's it right and you want to lock it in, or you want to make sure she obeys you to the letter, just say GOLDILOCKS, followed by your instruction." "That's very helpful." Turning to me, Francine said, "GOLDILOCKS All this is secret until we go to the Ball. Be a good girl and do everything Susan tells you." Susan started by having me watch the videos and then copying the woman's movements and mannerisms. When she left for the day she instructed me to start reading the books and to learn and memorise everything I could about the woman. For the next fortnight there was no social life for me. The only breaks I got were to do my housework and go to my hypnotherapy sessions. I lived, breathed, ate and slept (well, not quite) my subject's life. I learned her every nuance,facial expression, posture and body language by heart and when I got it right Susan locked it in. Francine did not spare herself either. She had taken two weeks leave from the theatre and studied her subject with determination. She had obtained through her theatrical connections the most amazing latex mask. The first time I saw her wearing it I almost fainted. I was sure she/he was the real thing. He and Susan soon locked it into me that he was the real thing and so was I. So,by the day before the Ball I had become her. We had had our final costume fittings and both outfits were superb. I loved my dress.On the day two girls from the salon came to the flat and did my hair in the correct style that I had worn on that occasion. I was laced into my white corset and helped into my beautiful outfit by the girls. My partner then did my make-up, taking immense care on every detail and then went to get into his own costume, leaving me to admire myself in the mirror while my helpers fussed with details. I was so beautiful. My partner returned, masked and in full regalia. He also looked stunning. "GOLDILOCKS" he said, "You are her. Let's go to the Ball." So I, Lady Diana Spencer,shy Di, took the arm of Charles, my future husband, he in his naval uniform and me in my gorgeous wedding gown, and went to the Tarts and Vicars Ball . ********************************* Of course we won. She was a knockout, a real star, and, because of the training and the post-hypnotic commands she really believed that she was Diana, with the world at her feet in adoration. No false modesty, I was pretty good too, and all my planning and hard work paid off. One thing I hadn't mentioned was that it was a tradition for the winning "queen" to service her "king" on the stage after receiving the award, so I now have photographs of Diana giving Charles a blowjob in front of a cheering crowd, and I didn't even have to say GOLDILOCKS. Love, Francine. ********************************* Author's Note: If readers think it worthwhile I can envisage a few scenarios for the characters to continue with their lives. The autobiographical part of this story is the pickup at a coffee bar (not Starbucks, they didn't exist then) followed by my co-habitation with an older woman for over a year during which time, with her encouragement, I lived 24/7 as a girl. There was no hypnosis involved, except maybe self- hypnosis. The rest is pure fiction. **********************************