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Right from the Start: Chapter Fifteen - by: Beverly Taff Simon: The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door who has now married Simone; Mrs Jane Benson: Dorie Lou's mother; Sandra: Simone & Dorie Lou's lesbian friends; Mary: The 'bi' while her spouse Sandra is lesbian; Toni and Paula: Their Italian lesbian friends; Mrs Webster: Their old form Teacher Doctor Wendy: Simone's Endocrinologist Doctor Julie: Simone's Psychiatrist. Sophia & Alicia: Mary and Sandra's mothers. Jeanette & Sandie: The sales assistants in the boutique. Virginia: A Model who will come to befriend them. Chapter 15 As Sandie drove home with her parents she chatted incessantly about her night at the club but she was extra careful about revealing too much. "I went on the Tuesday mum because it was quiet and I wanted to check the place out. That's why Virginia was there. Normally she goes on the weekends but she said she would chaperone me, that's why she and a couple of the others made sure I phoned you and made specific arrangements. They're very caring." "Well I'm glad to hear it darling. Virginia seems very nice. She's very tall and slender isn't she?" "Yes. She models the clothes if anybody wants to buy them. She hopes to be a fulltime model one day." They chatted in this vein for several more minutes until Sandie plucked up the courage to ask if she could go again to the club on Friday or even better, Saturday night. "Do you promise to be careful?" begged her worried mum. "Of course I will, Virginia will be with me." "And what time will you be coming home. I've got some overtime on Saturday and Sunday, so I have to be up early," declared her father "I can get a taxi home. It's pink cabs; for girls only, even the drivers are women!" replied Sandie. "I get my first paycheck on Thursday. I'll have my own money. I promise to be careful dad, Plee-ease!" Her mom and dad exchanged worried looks but concluded that their little chick was finally spreading her wings. Sandie would be eighteen in a month or so and legally independent. With earnest beseechments to 'be careful' her parents finally consented. Sandie let out a squeal of delight and wrapped her arms around her mother's neck from the back seat. Her mother squealed a joyful protest. "Watch it darling, you'll choke me to death." Sandie immediately released her mom and planted a sloppy 'baby-daughter' kiss on her dad's cheek. He smiled as they pulled up to the house. 'Yep,' he concluded, 'his beloved daughter was certainly growing up.' For the remainder of the week, Sandie was a model daughter. On the Wednesday morning she turned up for work with lots to report about 'Cross-roads.' After debriefing to Dorie Lou and Simone, everybody relaxed and savoured a cup of coffee as they settled in the comfortable arm chairs that the customers used when watching Virginia modelling. They were still sitting in the customer chairs when the first customer entered. Jeanette rose to meet them and recognised them as the mother and bride who had visited several days earlier. "We'd like to see some bridal outfits modelled, declared the mother." "I'm sorry, we don't stock bridal gowns," apologised Dorie Lou, "that's a specialist service. There's an excellent bridal shop on, - " "No not gowns you silly goose. Going away outfits, clothes for the honeymoon, Mother of the Bride outfits, that sort of stuff." Dorie Lou fulminated at the rude, patronizing remark about being a 'silly goose' but she bit her lip and persevered. 'After all, the customer was always right,' she remembered as she took another tack. "Would you like to shop while we contact our model?" The mother ushered her daughter into the aisles while Dorie Lou phoned Virginia. "Your mother is here, she wants to see some outfits modelled." "My mother!!" shrieked Virginia. Dorie Lou snatched the phone from her ear and shook her head. Even with the phone fairly muted, Virginia's shriek had hurt her ear. "Ow! That hurt. What's the problem?" "She doesn't know I've got the job. I had a row last week after I heard her talking about it and we aren't speaking. That's why I left home last Friday. She gives me a pitiful allowance from my father's will and I've been saving for years to make up the deposit for an apartment. When I finally fixed up this job and the job in Crossroads I managed to find an apartment. It's taken me years to get away from them and they don't know where I work. Please don't ask me to model for them, she'll stop me working." "Why not?" demanded Dorie Lou, "She can't stop you working girl! I decide if you work for me, not them." "But you don't know them. My mother, she's evil. Once she knows where I'm working, she'll hunt me down, find out where I'm living and make more trouble for me, I know she will." Dorie Lou began to lose patience. "Listen Virginia! Do you want to model for us or not?" "Yes, but, -" "No buts. Be here in ten minutes or you can kiss the job goodbye." Dorie Lou heard Virginia let out a defeated wail but she was not prepared to let her renege on the contract. Dorie Lou couldn't afford to lose a good customer, even if it was the rudest customer in the city. "Are you going to come?" demanded Dorie Lou. There was a long silence interrupted by little whimpers of despair but finally, between sobs, Virginia agreed. She just couldn't afford to lose her only chance at modelling. It might well be her first, last and only chance at aiming for the big time. As she snapped her mobile shut, Virginia cursed and let out a wail of frustrated rage. "Damn my mother to hell!' she thought as she rushed to repair her damaged makeup from the tears. She knew, she just knew that her mother, or more probably her evil sister, would take ultimate delight in betraying her secrets to Dorie Lou and that would be the end of any more modelling. With her lip trembling as she struggled to hold back the tears, Virginia hesitated momentarily at the door then tentatively eased open the door. She could not see her mother and sister and for an instant she hoped against hope that they had decided not to wait. Dorie Lou soon removed that hope as she stepped forward to reassure Virginia. "Your mother and sister are in the next section looking at 'Mother of the Bride' outfits and her going away suit. You look frazzled. Go and get yourself a cup of coffee. I'll deal with them." Virginia felt the leaden fear thump to the bottom of her belly again and she walked like an automaton to the changing area. There she rushed a cup of coffee and sat trembling with Simone awaiting the dreaded call. Eventually it came. Sandie appeared with the 'Mother of the Bride' suit that Virginia's mother had chosen. It was a different size for Virginia's mother was quite 'matronly' while of course Virginia had a stunning figure. When she put it on, Virginia looked stunning and Sandie and Simone were quite envious. "Now, off you go. Be brave and show them you don't care." "Huh! Some hope," whimpered Virginia, "My mother, she's a witch!" To reassure her, Sandie gave Virginia an affectionate kiss right on the lips. Virginia's eyes widened with surprised pleasure and for a moment she hoped Sandie would linger in the kiss. It was not to be however, Sandie was a natural psychologist and she broke it off so as not to distract Virginia from the immediate task in hand. She gave Virginia a final reassuring hug then straightened out the suit. Thus emboldened, Virginia stepped bravely onto the little catwalk. One of the good things about modelling is that the model can simply stare at a distant imaginary object and totally ignore any watchers. Virginia naturally adopted this tactic and was thus able to avoid any sort of eye contact with her mother and sister. Nevertheless, she could not ignore the gasps of surprise followed by the malicious tittering and sinister whispers. Bravely, Virginia sashayed up and down the catwalk several times stopping and striking stylised poses while all the time staring into the distance. Even Sandie, watching from the wings, had to admit, 'the girl's got style!' Simone grinned at Sandie and whispered supportively. "Kill em dead girl!" Sandie and Simone squeezed each other's hands while Jeanette fussed around Virginia's mother and daughter. Dorie Lou sat beside the evil pair massaging their egos. "I like madam's taste, it's a beautiful suit." Virginia's mother was savouring her sissy son's discomfort and decided to prolong the ordeal for as long as she could. "I think I prefer the pale blue. Have her model that one next." "Very well madam." Dorie Lou signalled to Sandie while Jeanette went to collect a blue version of the outfit. Within minutes Virginia was back on the catwalk parading up and down. Once again, Virginia's mother grinned maliciously as she turned to her daughter. "No. Perhaps the lemon, what do you think Adele?" "Oh mummy, lemon will clash with the bride's maids. No I think the lime green. "Very well then, have her model the lime green." Dorie Lou had by now realised the issues but she kept her nerve and motioned once again to Jeanette and Sandie. In the changing room, Virginia let out a tearful curse. "Damn them to hell! I've got to get away." Sandie heard the curse and the soft sob so she knocked softly on the door. "Are you OK in there?" "Of course I'm not OK. What did you expect with those bitches out there." "Why are you so afraid of them." Virginia unlocked the door and handed Sandie the previously modelled outfits as Sandie passed her the lime green version. Sandie smiled reassuringly as Virginia made to close the door again. "You can let me in you know. Have you forgotten that I know the truth?" "Oh God!" squealed Virginia, "You won't tell her will you." "Tell who what?" "Dorie Lou about my, - you know, - my, -" "Of course I won't. Shit Virginia what sort of creature d'you think I am?" "But she will, that so called mother of mine, or worse still that evil sister." "Why would she do that?" "Just to make my life hell, she hates me. She turned me into this. They both hate me." Sandie was puzzled. Virginia had clearly stated her preference to live and pass as a girl on Tuesday night, so there was obviously something else going on; something Sandie was not aware of. Before she could garnish any further explanation Jeanette knocked on the door. "Come on Virginia they're waiting." Virginia checked herself in the mirror then dabbed away a stray tear and emerged from the cubicle with Sandie in her wake. Sandie had to admire Virginia, for despite all her fear she performed like a real trooper on the catwalk. After several promenades, Virginia finally returned but as she was unbuttoning the suit Jeanette returned again. "They want you to model this. It's your sister's going away suit." Virginia snatched it angrily and motioned to Sandie to follow her into the changing room. There they resumed their conversation. "That bitch is getting married and they want me to be a bridesmaid." "And?" pressed Sandie. "I won't do it. All the family will be there. They all know what I am but the just want to humiliate me. Parade me around like a typical sissy." "What, your family know?" gasped Sandie, "About the transvestism?" "Well, my aunties do. They know I'm a boy." "And what about your uncles, your cousins and such?" "That's just it. They've decided to make the wedding my 'coming out ball! Can you believe it? There I'll be all dolled up in a bloody wedding cake of a bridesmaid's dress with all my female cousins tittering and smirking. Not to mention the boys. And what's more, they've chosen a right bloody concoction for the bridesmaids, all frills and flounces layered and hooped over a hobble skirt. Her bloody wedding dress is a really classy creation but I'm the only mature bridesmaid. All the others are much younger cousins. The frills, hoops and petticoats look sweet on them but on me it looks bloody ridiculous. They've done it deliberately, just to emphasise me as a sissy!!" Sandie fell silent as she adjusted the hem of the suit and checked that the jacket and blouse were sitting right. As she fussed about, she adjusted the collar of the blouse and the lapels of the jacket, Sandie's hands unthinkingly brushed intimately against Virginia's soft ripe breasts. Virginia twitched like a startled fawn and moved to push Sandie's hands away, but their eyes met and Sandie realised what she was doing pressing against Virginia's breasts. She deliberately let her hands continue brushing against Virginia's blouse as she arranged the scarf. "Oh, don't be such a silly girl! I'm your dresser. I can't help touching you if I'm adjusting your clothes. It happens all the time in the top fashion houses. You're just a clothes horse to me when I'm dressing you." Virginia sighed as if to say something but thought better of it. 'What's the use' she thought, 'if Sandie had any feelings, she'd have shown them by now.' Once again Jeanette knocked urgently on the door to hurry them along. "Come on, they're getting impatient. If you lose this sale, Dorie Lou will be furious!" With another muttered curse, Virginia swung the door open and sallied forth. As she marched down the catwalk, Jeanette turned to Sandie. "What the hell do you find to talk about in there?" "Nothing much," replied Sandie, "she just like's to make sure everything is just so." "Yeah, well I've got to admit," confessed Jeanette, "she's sure got the wow factor when she finally emerges. D'you think she'll be here long?" "Oh I hope so. She's going to be an asset, well, - she already is an asset." "Yeah, that and some," finished Jeanette, "come on let's get these outfits back on the racks." The pair busied themselves amongst the rows of clothes while Dorie Lou completed the sale. Despite the obvious success of the sale, Dorie Lou was not smiling. She beckoned the two assistants over. "I'm afraid we've got a problem girls." "What's that?" asked Jeanette. "Wait here, I'll go and get Simone. She should know about this as well." Jeanette and Sandie exchanged puzzled looks and shrugged as Simone joined them. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news girls." "What's that?" asked Jeanette. "I will probably have to let Virginia go." "What!! Why?" demanded a shocked Jeanette. "That was Virginia's mother and sister." "Yes, we all know that," added Sandie. "Well, it appears that Virginia is not all she appears to be." "Go on," added Sandie. "Well, it seems that Virginia is living a lie." "Why? What's she done?" asked Jeanette. "Virginia is a transvestite." Jeanette let out a gasp of disbelief but Sandie remained silent, waiting for further comment. None was forthcoming so she decided to test the waters. "And?" Dorie Lou looked askance at the seventeen-year-old school leaver and frowned. "Well it's obvious isn't it? I mean, you can't work here with a man." "A man," wondered Sandie pointedly, "Would you say Virginia's a man?" "Well her mother and sister assure me that Virginia was born a boy and they say he still has all the boy bits." "Well if he has, then they're pretty well hidden. I've just helped her change five times in the dressing room and there was no trace of any 'boy bits'." "Was she, - I mean he, wearing that thong thing?" "Yes," confirmed Sandie. "Well did she try anything on or embarrass you in any way." "Not at all, we simply got on with changing and dressing." "Well, to put it bluntly girls, do you have any objections to working with a man?" "I don't," declared Sandie, "Though I can't speak for Jeanette." Dorie Lou turned to Jeanette with a questioning glance but Jeanette was still getting over the surprise. Finally Jeanette spoke, "A boy, is she really a boy?" Dorie Lou nodded affirmatively. "But she doesn't look like a boy, I mean you've all seen her, -" "Yeah," agreed Sandie, "if it looks like a girl, walks like a girl and quacks like a girl, then it is a girl." "Are you saying that you've no objections?" Dorie Lou asked Sandie. "None at all, I think Virginia's sweet. She's a bit of a drama queen but I've met plenty of girls worse than her." "What about you Jeanette?" Jeanette took Sandie's lead for she had also grown fond of Virginia in her own way. "Yeah, I've got no problems. As Sandie says; it is a duck!" Dorie Lou felt a load lifting off her shoulders, for if Virginia had decided to play hardball, she might have won compensation or something. Even though she did not have a formal contract or anything written down, courts could be funny about employers being 'sexist'. Now the hard part was over. She didn't have to get rid of Virginia. The next question was a bit trickier. "What happens when customers learn that our model is a transvestite?" "Do they have to learn?" replied Jeanette. "It strikes me that that mother of hers would do anything to make trouble for the girl," said Dorie Lou. "Well, we can pretend that Virginia is a transsexual," added Sandie, "Anyway, I reckon the publicity will probably promote sales. If that witch of a mother goes public I think you'll have flocks of women turning up out of curiosity. Some of them will be bound to purchase something. You've said it yourself. Virginia could sell sand to Arabs. When she walks down that catwalk, she sells the dream and she sells it well." "Hmmm, you might have an idea there Sandie. We can give it a try, what's the old saying? All publicity is good publicity." With these words a consensus was agreed and the shop returned to it's normal routine. Dorie Lou had the exquisite pleasure of telling Virginia about her mother's evil tale telling and the added delight of being able to reassure Virginia that, despite her being a transvestite, if she still wanted it, her job was still there. At lunchtime Virginia was waiting in the caf? with tears of gratitude in her eyes as Sandie and Jeanette stepped in for lunch. Virginia threw herself upon them in a turmoil of tearful gratitude. The first to finally get over the emotion of the moment was Jeanette, perhaps because she had not had anything to do with Virginia outside of the work in the shop. After freeing herself from Virginia's emotional embrace she stood back curiously as she tried to make sense of the obvious interaction between Sandi and Virginia. While she had the opportunity she found herself once again studying Virginia's graceful slender form and trying to reconcile her observations to the revelation that this immensely feminine form was in fact a man, a transvestite. Eventually, Sandie and Virginia parted and Virginia signalled to the waitress. Three pre-arranged coffees appeared with a plate of pastries. Jeanette was impressed. The coffees were exactly what Sandie and Jeanette preferred and Jeanette realised that Virginia had at some time taken the trouble to find out. Virginia obviously knew what their tastes were because Virginia cared. Jeanette took her seat and nibbled at her pastry as Virginia enthused. "I'm just so grateful to you girls, so pleased that you have no objections to my staying on. Dorie Lou explained everything. Thank you, oh thank you." "Well, as I said in the shop darling," replied Sandie, "you look like a girl, walk like a girl, sound like a girl, -" "And pee like a girl, I hope," added Jeanette. Sandie gaped stupidly at Virginia whose face was a picture. "Why off course I pee like a girl!" then she added softly, "I have to." Jeanette made nothing of the remark but Sandie realised Virginia had touched upon something vital and important to Virginia's very being. She did not probe further though, for Sandie had realised that there was far more to Virginia's story than Virginia had yet revealed. 'All in good time,' thought Sandie, 'all in good time'. She took a sip of her coffee and let the conversation take its inevitable course, namely Jeanette's curiosity. After watching and studying Virginia for several more minutes as she sipped her coffee, Jeanette finally overcame her inhibitions. "Virginia, can I ask you something?" "You might as well," replied Virginia, "everybody else does." "How? I mean how did you turn into such a girly girl? I just don't understand. Why?" Virginia smiled resignedly and sighed as she delicately put her coffee down and struck a most effeminate pose, back straight, knees together, toes pointed and hands demurely placed on her lap. Even Sandie was struck by the gentility of her posture. With her head tilted slightly Virginia explained to Jeanette whilst Sandie also listened avidly despite having heard it only the previous Tuesday. Virginia spoke at length. "Jeanette darling, I'm what's called a heterosexual transvestite. I have been cross-dressing since I was about five or possibly six, I'm not sure exactly and I don't know why! I love girl's clothes; I like the silky sensations, the beautiful colours and the huge variety of choice. I love to shop for girly clothes. I love girly shoes, particularly heels, just like most girls; but most of all I love girls' lingerie. I use the word lingerie because for me, it rises above any invidious connections with 'women's underwear, and any connotations of wanting to see women in their underwear, or worse, abuse women in their underwear. However, Jeanette, here is the big conundrum, the big switch. I am not gay! I do not like men in any shape or form. I do not like them sexually; I find their company somewhat boring. Their conversation seems to continually centre on sex, cars and sport. They always seem to try and score points off one another, their whole attitude to life I find tiresome and tedious. Give me a group of girls every time. I find their chatter lively, funny, perspicacious and sincere, at least compared with men that is. Despite that, I have found some women to be downright cruel and malicious. Indeed, and you will have noticed this earlier this morning in the shop, my mother and sister are particularly cruel. You see, they discovered my cross-dressing when I was only seven and they immediately assumed I was gay; I was a sissy-boy, a little wimp. What's worse, my mother started administering hormones to me and I, being only seven, never knew any different. Naturally I grew up thinking I was exactly what they tried to make me, an effeminate sissy boy. The trouble is, I'm not a sissy, but it's taken me my whole life to realise it. However, I do love being a 'shemale' that is a boy who looks like and lives as a girl. I am still a heterosexual male who absolutely adores women, that's why I like to emulate them, live like them and be amongst them. If you think about it, I'm paying women the greatest compliment. Who wants to live amongst men when there are millions of girls out there who can provide me at least, with far pleasanter companionship and friendship? Now here comes the hard bit, for me anyway. Women, perversely, don't like effeminate men. Despite all the gross habits that men have, despite their loud raucous natures and ape-like manners, women are still attracted to them physically. They want men around for sex, protection and provision, but it seems not for companionship. That said, very occasionally and it is very occasionally, a transvestite might be extremely lucky and find a girl who fancies him or more preferably, her. I haven't been so lucky. I live alone and I keep myself to myself. If I made a pass at your average girl, they would probably scream blue murder and bring the police down on me like a whole ton of horse-shit. If I went to an ordinary night club, men would naturally hit upon me then scream 'cock-teaser' if I turned them down, which I would; or they would try to beat the life out of me if they forced their unwanted attentions on me then discovered I was not a girl. So you see, I avoid ordinary nightclubs and only go to tranny clubs. There's only the one tranny club in this city, the city's not large enough to support two or more. It's not like New York or LA. I don't go to gay clubs because I can't go to gay clubs. Many gays are under the misapprehension that all trannies are gay. If a tranny goes to a gay club, she's putting out the message that she's gay. I'm not gay." With this final declaration Virginia let out a weary sigh before finishing, "Now do you understand?" Jeanette sat silent for several moments as she digested it all. She took a slow sip at her cooling coffee and finally nodded her comprehension. For Sandie it was also a revelation, Virginia had not explained so much at this length in the club on the Tuesday night. Indeed Sandie felt a twinge of jealousy for Jeanette. She asked herself. 'Why did Virginia open up so much to Jeanette? Did Virginia fancy Jeanette more than her?' Then Sandie scolded herself. 'What was she thinking? Why should she be jealous if a transvestite fancied Jeanette more than her? Why should she be jealous?' Then she realised again and surprised herself. 'But she was jealous. Not furiously, angry, teenaged passionately jealous, but jealous nevertheless, but jealous of what exactly,' she wondered. Sandie was confused and she nibbled on her pastry determined not to somehow reveal her insecurities. Jeanette on the other hand simply pumped Virginia with more questions, some puerile, some stupid and some intelligent. With a patience born of long years being a tranny, Virginia answered and explained as best she could. If a question was too personal, Virginia simply refused to answer in courteous and friendly way that caused no offence. By the end of the lunch hour, Jeanette was as clued up on transvestites as an ordinary eighteen-year-old girl could be. Sandie just listened and eventually realised that Jeanette had no interest in Jeanette apart from sheer curiosity. The strange thing was that the more Sandie realised Jeanette was not competing for Virginia's affections, the more disturbed Sandie became. She asked herself why she had felt first jealous and then relieved as she realised Jeanette was not interested. Slowly the realisation came to Sandie that she really liked Virginia. The transvestite was gentle sweet natured and affectionate. If Sandie had been looking for a friend, there could not have been a better person than Virginia. When Sandie had left High School all her so called friends had criticized her decision. They had not even possessed the sensitivity to realise that for Sandie it was lack of money that had been the issue, not grades or ambitions. She realised that those whom she had considered friends had demonstrated an insensitivity that exposed their inner beings, their selfish natures and mean mindedness. As she walked out of the school gates on that final semester, she knew she was condemned to a life of struggle and poverty without a college diploma. At first she thought that the sales assistant's job in Dorie Lou's boutique would be a typical dead-end job with no prospects but as the boutique prospered, so had Sandie's commissions. Her view of her prospects had improved in only a few short weeks. With a reasonable wage and even better prospects from the commission income Sandie could spread her wings. Flapping those wings could well include friendship, or perhaps even something more, with the sweet, gentle Virginia. At the end of the lunch hour, Sandie and Jeanette bid cheerio to Virginia and chatted as they walked back to the boutique. "What do you think of her then," asked Sandie to Jeanette. "She's really nice, and I bet that with her figure, she's a scream to take shopping. I don't think my boyfriend would like her though." "Your boyfriend?" asked Sandie who had never heard Jeanette talk of her boyfriend. "Yeah, my boyfriend Ted, he's a long haul trucker and he's back home this weekend. He's been away on the California run for three weeks, I haven't seen him since I started work here." "Why wouldn't he like Virginia then?" "He hate's gays." "Virginia's not gay." "Try telling Ted that." "Oh," replied Sandie as they stepped back into the shop. There were several customers in the shop so their chat was curtailed as Dorie Lou roped them in before they could say anymore. For the rest of the afternoon, the shop was so busy that Sandie and Jeanette didn't have time to chat further. It was not until close to closing time that a customer asked for the modelling service and Virginia appeared within minutes. She entered via the back door and Sandie realised that Virginia must have literally stepped across the back yard from Crossroads. Jeanette looked surprised as Virginia appeared. "Gosh that was quick. Dorie Lou only just phoned you." Virginia glanced at Sandie and smiled appreciatively. Obviously Sandie had not mentioned that Virginia worked literally a step across the yard. 'Here was a girl who didn't gossip and spread tittle-tattle,' thought Virginia. She decided to relieve Sandie of the burden of secrecy, for after the experience in the morning, Virginia realised she could now 'come out' as a full-blown transvestite. No more the fear of looking over her shoulder wondering if her evil mother or sister were lying in wait. "Sandie can show you where I work in the afternoons. Dorie Lou knows about it." Jeanette was not slow though and quickly put two and two together. "D'you work in Crossroads, the tranny shop?" "Yes, why don't you pop by tonight after closing? We're open until eight o'clock." Jeanette's eyes widened with excitement and she nodded eagerly. Virginia recognised the youthful curiosity and she warned Jeanette. "But don't forget what I told you at lunch. Some of the customers might try to chat you up if they think you're an RG and available. Look after her Sandie." "I'll try," replied Sandie. "Come on now, this customer is waiting for you to model some lingerie. Go and knock 'em dead." As Sandie joined Virginia in the changing room Dorie Lou spoke to Simone and Jeanette. "This woman was itching to know if the rumour was true about Virginia. I think she's more curious to see a transvestite in lingerie than she is in seeing the lingerie. You were right Simone, no publicity is bad publicity." "Told you so," grinned Simone. The modelling session went well and several other customers decided to watch when they learned of it. Virginia strutted her stuff like never before and won several lucrative orders. After the session was over, she and Sandie emerged from the changing room to see the customers in animated conversations. Those same conversations stopped dead as all eyes turned to study the model. Then the whispering started as several women obviously refused to believe the rumours and stared uncomprehendingly at Virginia's graceful walk. As Virginia smiled and slipped out through the back, the buzz grew louder and several times, Sandie heard Simone or Dorie Lou confirming rumours or correcting misapprehensions. "Yes madam, she is. No madam, she doesn't. Yes madam, no madam. No madam, she's strictly a model." As Sandie and Jeanette started covering up the displays for the night, they grinned to each other. Virginia's single modelling session had ratcheted up about thirty extra sales and hundreds of dollars. Their commissions were very satisfactory, not to mention Virginia's. As they shared a cup of coffee in the staff kitchenette, the four grinned at the success. Virginia's transvestism was setting tongues wagging and that was spreading the news; spreading the publicity. The following morning it was even more hectic. Several women were waiting for the boutique to open and eventually Dorie Lou had to organise a complete sitting with chairs arranged just like a proper modelling session. A sleepy Virginia was hauled out of bed and it took an hour for her to get from her apartment in Peter's city block down to the shopping quarter. When a sleepy eyed Virginia finally appeared via the back door, Sandie grinned. "Good God girl! Where did you spend last night?" "Nowhere darling, I as just so happy with yesterday, I couldn't sleep." "Well, we need to repair the damage, come on." Virginia just grinned and they quickly started getting her ready. Sandie was impressed with Virginia's makeup technique. She used very little for her features were classically beautiful. That night Sandie had gone online to learn more about transvestism and she had also studied sites that advised transvestites about makeup. When Sandie compared the complex preparations that ordinary men needed to cover up heavy, bony brows, thick, hairy eyebrows, heavy jaw-lines and shaving shadows, she was forced to marvel even more at Virginia's beautiful classical feminine face. "Gosh Virginia, you're just so classy! A few brush strokes and a bit of lipstick. You don't even need eye-line or mascara." Virginia smiled through the reflection of the mirror then turned towards Sandie." "Why that's the nicest thing any girl has ever said to me. Come here." Virginia stood up and pursed her lips to give Sandie a 'thank you' kiss. Sandie hesitated for a moment but realised that Virginia was not advancing aggressively as a man might, she was simply poised and smiling. It was clearly an invitation, not a threat. Recognising that Virginia was simply offering an invitation, Sandie felt more at ease. She stepped close to Virginia and their lips met gently. It was the briefest touch at first but suddenly Sandie felt a spark of delight tingle through her body. Without thinking, she slowly slid her arms around Virginia's slender waist and gently hugged her as their lips closed tighter. Virginia was a little surprised at first but then found herself responding to the embrace. She gently wound her arms around Sandie's slender shoulders and cautiously pulled her tighter. "Mmm," sighed Sandie as she nestled closer and their breasts squeezed together. Virginia was shocked yet delighted by Sandie's response. Then her old fears started rise in the pit of her belly. 'Was Sandie just teasing her?' she wondered. Sandie sensed Virginia stiffen slightly as her embrace slackened. "What's wrong?" whispered Sandie nervously. "Do you really like me?" asked a worried Virginia. "Yes," replied Sandie, as she looked up puzzled and stared into Virginia's beautiful turquoise blue eyes. "You're not just, - just, you know, - teasing me, - winding me up?" "No-oo!" protested Sandie softly as she tightened her embrace and brought her lips to Virginia's once more. Virginia responded again by opening her lips and inviting Sandie's tongue into her mouth. Sandie sighed happily and accepted the invitation as Virginia resumed her embrace. They stood entwined and kissing for several seconds until a knock on the door informed them of Jeanette's appearance with the clothes that needed modelling. Reluctantly, Sandie and Virginia parted and Sandie smiled sweetly. "Here, let me wipe your lips. I've smeared your lipstick." Virginia checked in the mirror and smiled contentedly. Nobody had ever smeared her lipstick before, leastwise, not with a passionate kiss. She took a tissue and repaired her lipstick while Sandie opened the door to receive the clothes Jeanette was carrying. As Virginia heard the lock click she span around and whispered hoarsely. "No! Waite! Your lipstick!!" It was too late. Sandie hadn't heard Virginia properly and she had opened the door without checking her own lipstick. Jeanette stared at Sandie's face for a moment then grinned knowingly as she pointed to her own lips symbolically. "You've smeared your lipstick." Sandie gasped with annoyance as she realised what Virginia had been trying to say. "Damn!" she cursed. "Well, well. What have you two lovebirds been up to?" smiled Jeanette. "Nothing," protested Virginia, "it was just a peck." "A peck! Come off it. Look at Sandie's lips!" Sandie was angrily wiping the evidence away in the mirror but it was obviously too late. Jeanette's eyes narrowed curiously as she put the clothes down and started to arrange them in the order they were to be modelled. Finally she looked again at Sandie and smiled knowingly. "Do you like Virginia?" "Of course I like her, don't you?" "Well yes, of course, but not in that way, not so as to kiss like that." "We just got a bit carried away," protested Sandie. "Carried away? Yeah! In a fit of passion and then some," added Jeanette, "but don't mind me. I'm pretty broad-minded. I don't mind if you're gay." "How can I be gay?" countered Sandie, "Virginia's a boy." Sandie smiled ironically as she looked Virginia up and down then let pointedly let her eyes run all over Virginia's body. "A boy, you're saying Virginia's a boy!" "Her sexuality is boy, even if her body shouts girl!" argued Sandie as she fought to protect Virginia. "Well I suppose that's true. Still it's not my business," answered Jeanette dismissively as she turned her attention to the clothes. "Now this is the order that Dorie Lou wants the clothes modelled. You'd better start changing, if you can keep your hands off each other long enough." Both Virginia and Sandie were glad that Jeanette had changed the subject. But she had got the last word in. With a last knowing grin, Jeanette's face disappeared around the door like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. Virginia sighed regretfully as she toyed with the first display. It was of course lingerie and that meant she would have to undress in front of Sandie. Then she had a terrifying thought. She had rushed so quickly that morning after Dorie Lou's summons that she had forgotten to slip her thong on. When she changed her panties, and she would have to change panties because she was modelling lingerie; Sandie as her dresser, would have a full frontal view of her diminutive little penis. Virginia swallowed fearfully and started to strip. For the first instance, Sandie failed to notice. Virginia slipped out of her own clothes and faced the all as she stepped into the first lingerie set. Sandie only glanced to check that there were no obvious bulges then she stepped back and folded Virginia's own clothes whilst Virginia set off down the catwalk. Sandie had now become blas? about Virginia's transition, (although Sandie did not yet know of the expression), and she simply settled back until her newfound friend returned for the changeover. Sandie wanted to speed up the change over so she crouched down and extended her arms so that Virginia could simply slip of the first set of lingerie then easily step into the panties that Sandie was holding out in her extended arms just below knee height. At first, Virginia was facing the wall as she stripped off the first lingerie set but she became concerned when she couldn't find the second set immediately to hand. She had expected or more probably hope that they would be draped over the dressing chair but they weren't and she asked where they were. "Right here silly!" replied Sandie, "I'm your dresser. I'm holding them already for you to step into. Come on love be quick! Let's try and seem professional." With a sickening realisation that her pitifully small penis was about to be displayed directly at Sandie's eye level. Virginia realised she had finally been caught out. Nauseously she turned to face Sandie and raised her foot as she stepped into the proffered panties. Fortunately, Sandie had the speed of mind to avoid commentating upon the tiny half inch of flesh nestling almost invisibly inside the tiny feminine triangle of golden pubic hair. Nor did she express any shock at realising that Virginia appeared to have no balls either. All that escaped Sandie was a tiny little gasp before she recovered her wits and stood up to gather the bra and feed it along Virginia's extended arms. Then Virginia span around and Sandie deftly fastened the back strap. Finally, Virginia stepped into the matching heels and set off again down the catwalk. The whole change around had taken less than twenty seconds. It as after Virginia had left the changing room that the shock took hold of Sandie 'Oh my God, poor Virginia's got no dick,' she gasped to no one in particular. 'What had that awful woman, his mother, done to her?' She wondered. When the modelling session was over, Sandie decided to be bold and ask Virginia about it. There were several more lingerie sets to be modelled and the last on involved a boned basque with suspenders and stockings. After lacing up the bodice, Virginia had a little difficulty attaching the garter suspenders for the boned bodice restricted her bending. Sandie had to fasten the tabs to the stocking tops before Virginia slipped on the panties and she had ample time to study Virginia's tiny 'boy bits'. She was shocked to realised that Virginia's penis was no bigger than the first knuckle of Sandie's own little finger and her scrotum was no bigger than a dried prune. Virginia squeaked her objection as Sandie slipped the panties up her legs and then 'adjusted' them as she checked to feel if indeed Virginia had any balls at all. She was secretly relieved to feel two tiny pea- sized objects before Virginia let out a squeal of protest and demanded that Sandie stop trying to feel her up. "OK! OK!" protested Sandie, "I was just checking to see if you had anything at all." "Yeah! Well whatever I've got, is not for you to learn about." "But who did this to you?" begged Sandie as the anguish betrayed her concerns. "Not now!" objected Virginiam "I'll tell you on Saturday night." Sandie searched Virginia's face for any sign of pain or sadness, but saw nothing. It seemed that whatever had happened to Virginia as a child, was something Virginia seemed resigned to. Either that, or Virginia was an expert at hiding her emotions. Sandie decided to demonstrate her support for Virginia so she grabbed her by the shoulders and gently kissed her as she spoke. "Whatever you are, I love you no matter what they've done to you." Virginia smiled and just managed to restrain the tear that as striving to escape from her eye. Then, like a real trooper, she stepped boldly out onto the catwalk again. Sandie felt a distinct tingle in her girly parts as she watched Virginia's butt swaying provocatively down the carpet. 'God! I wish I had a body like her,' she thought. 'Well the shape and height parts anyway,' she corrected herself, 'Pity about the boy bits.' The rest of the fashion parade was outwear of varying types; gowns, dresses, suites, casual wear and some outdoor country wear. It was midmorning before Virginia could put her feet up. At eleven she and Sandie made coffee while Simone, Dorie Lou and Jeanette racked yet more sales. Dorie Lou finally escaped from the till and grinned as she joined Sandie and Virginia in the little kitchenette. "Well! That was a successful morning. What d'you want me to do with your commission Virginia. Cash or check?" "Can you leave it until the end of the next month? I'll only spend it if it's burning a hole in my purse." Dorie Lou nodded and joined them at the coffee. "So, Virginia, how do you feel about modelling after that session?" "My feet are killing me. Some of those shoes were never made for walking, they're just foot jewellery." "It's what we like though. I loved the silver heels with the diamante decoration and detail." "Well yes," Virginia was forced to agree, "but the red ones were much more comfortable. They were the most comfortable of the uncomfortable shoes." The three of them chuckled at this oxymoron and they settled down to a cosy chat while Simone and Jeanette held the fort in the shop. If they were needed, Dorie Lou had arranged for Simone to call them. It was Dorie Lou's first time to chat properly to Virginia since learning she was a transvestite but Dorie Lou was a lot more worldly wise than Jeanette and Sandie. Instead of puerile curiosity, Dorie Lou's conversation was much more constructive and practical. She had further ideas about work that would shoehorn easily into Virginia's alternative lifestyle. Dorie Lou had already had thoughts about somehow marrying up the business of the two shops located so conveniently back-to-back. She ran a few ideas past Virginia who was genuinely surprised by Dorie Lou's liberality and sympathy. "D'you think that would work?" wondered Virginia, "I mean, what would real girls think if they knew that transvestites were using this shop in the evenings?" "They won't be bothered. In the evenings after five, this shop will be closed at the front on Third Street but open via the back door to your shop on Fourth. We share the cul-de-sac at the end of the service alley so there won't be any other traffic to interfere with any evening communication. Besides, we'll be able to expand our, mutual display areas by utilising the communal yard that serves as the end of the alley. Our lease includes shared use and possession of the yard with Crossroads. If we transferred the storage area to a covered area in the yard both our shops would benefit." "I'll have to run it by Peter," replied Virginia, "He's put the money up behind Crossroads." "Who, Peter DeSalter, the property tycoon?" "The same," replied Virginia. "Gosh, do you know him? He's a bit of hermit isn't he?" "I can get word to him. I've never seen him," lied Virginia. Sandie stared stupidly at Virginia because she had seen her talking to Peter only that last Tuesday night in the club. However she kept shtum. Virginia obviously had a reason. They finished their coffees and Virginia left feeling elated. 'That Dorie Lou was just so sympathetic and understanding,' she thought as swayed down the sidewalk and tapped in her numbers to connect to Peter DeSalter. The following morning, Dorie Lou got a phone call from Peter DeSalter's office. At first she was sceptical but finally she was convinced that the richest man in town was actually interested in her idea. Of course, what Dorie Lou did not know was that Peter DeSalter was more interested in the transvestite angle than the actual moneymaking angle. Although he could see that the idea had potential, mainly in the pooling of resources to produce more than the sum of the two parts. He was also impressed with Dorie Lou's shrewd business brain. So much so that he arranged a meeting with her and the date to be set the following week. Dorie Lou was nonplussed at the speed and enthusiasm that Peter had displayed. That Friday afternoon, she had another order for a modelling session and she decided to find out more about the 'Peter the Hermit' guy from Virginia. After Virginia had finished the modelling session she was sipping coffee with Simone and Jeanette while Sandie was running an errand to the bank with the days takings. Dorie Lou brought up the subject of Peter. "So Virginia, how come you know this guy?" asked Dorie Lou. "He's reckoned to be the richest guy in town but a total recluse. I've checked around and lot's of people have heard of him but hardly anybody's ever met him." Virginia shrugged her shoulders pretending ignorance. "Like I said yesterday, I've only met a couple of people close to him, I've never met him personally, and I don't even know where his office is." "Well he's phoning me again next week to discuss ideas so if you've got any idea's lets hear them. "Well it's not really for me is it. You should really be speaking to him. End of Chapter Fifteen - To Be Continued. Comments and Feedback Appreciated !!