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Monday New dawn. New week. New gender. Well, that's what it felt like as I lay there in bed. I mean, last week I was just, well, you know, 'pretending', a quick shopping trip here and there, but beyond that Cathy knew I was all man, and as we had spent pretty much every waking moment in each other's company, the bits with dresses were just, well, bits with dresses. Ok, I know that may seem strange, but it wasn't. I mean, clothes are clothes, right? Yes, the first time we went on the bus to town was scary as hell, but then I worked it out, no one was watching, everyone was busy getting on with their everyday life and were far to absorbed in their own private hassles to bother looking at me. Maybe some people may have given me a second glance and wondered, but you know, so what? I've done that before, but this is England damn-it. Just because someone looks a touch 'funny' you don't accost the poor person, maybe that person in a dress with the slightest moustache shadow had some kind of hair growth problem. Maybe it was a bloke dressed in a skirt. As I said, so what, he / she isn't bothering anyone so leave it alone! But now. Humm, things were different. Very different. Mum thought I'd had some sort of epiphany and had decided that I wanted to be a girl for the rest of my life. How mad was that?? Ok, so I think she may have glimpsed me once running up the stairs in vaguely feminine clothes but it seemed that she had accepted my complete 360 degree change of sexuality without so much of a gasp, fit or rant. Maybe she just reckoned it was a phase and I would grow out of it, if she didn't rise to my bait I would grow bored and change back to normal. I suppose that was quite a reasonable expectation, after all, that was exactly what I intended to do. As soon as St Constance's took me to their bosom (ahem) I would whip off my disguise, everyone would realize there was some cock-up (you gotta love the puns!) with the paper work and Joe would be in the best school in the country with the girl he loved and everyone would live happily ever after. Simple. Apart from, of course, the small fact that I had to convince Mum I wanted to live life as a girl, Mr Bennett that I could hang out with his daughter in girl clothes and not be caught and flung in jail forever and the small issue of making sure Cathy's Aunt Joy didn't catch on and revoke my scholarship and destroy the rest of my life. Simple really. And it started with getting out of bed. But before I did that, what would I wear on this most auspicious of mornings? Hummm, I thought I lay there in what used to be Mum's but now I considered my light pink silk cami and shorts. I had to remember what I had secreted about my room in various hidey-holes. Humm, cancel that thought, I thought with a wry grin. Mum had already found my stashes which was another reason why I was in this position! Cathy and I had agreed that she would tell Mum that I had 'borrowed' various items of clothing and as a part of the scholarship Aunt Joy would provide the school uniform and 'necessaries', whatever that meant. I assume sports stuff and the like, after all, that's what happened in these posh schools wasn't it? Jolly- hockey-sticks and all that? Well, I suppose at least it meant I could stop trying to hid the ever-increasing female wardrobe I had collected and stop trying to hide from Mum at in-opportune moments. As the sunlight grew slowly brighter through my slightly threadbare curtains I realized I couldn't procrastinate any longer and get out of bed. First job of the day would be to un-pack the huge bin-liner of clothes Cathy had given me which had been unceremoniously dumped in the corner last night. Whilst I was un-packing them I could work out what to wear and it would also stop them getting too crumpled I supposed. Unpacking the hectically thrown together bin-bag took longer than I expected, to the point that Mum came up and knocked on my door and helped me put away my new stuff. Before I had time to object she also put all my old clothes into the bin-liner and took them up to the loft 'where they would be out of the way dear'. Thanks Mum. Whilst Mum dragged the bin liner up to the loft I popped into the shower and gave myself a good scrub, almost as if I was washing away all the old Joe. Strange but there you go. Wrapping the towel high around my chest I quickly skipped across the landing and sat down in front of my new dressing table. Fingering the delicate lace edging of the table covering I looked at the mass of bottles. Simple today I think, just some pink lipstick and mascara (so Cathy could 'swim in my big blue eyes' if the desire so took her...). I know Mum had seen me in 'full gear' before but that didn't help and so plumped for the cream linen skirt and pink cotton top with the black boots which I had worn to Aunt Joy's on Saturday. Cathy's mum's (or mine now I suppose) blobs slipped into the cream satin bra which I suppose was quite pretty in an understated way and I decided that the gaff was the safer option today rather than a diaper (even though I thought I knew what Cathy would have preferred me to wear!). That was one thing Mum still didn't know about thank god, although I suppose I could always use the 'it gives me hips' excuse. Best leave that alone and hope she never finds out, I think it would be better to keep it our little secret. Checking my face one last time I mentally shook myself and deemed myself ready for whatever lift could throw at me. Well, at least Mum anyway. "Morning darling." "Morning Mummy. Wow, nice outfit, really suits you." "Oh, you think so? Well, thank you, thank you very much." "No probs, just saying it like it is. Any tea?" 'Oh lord, what has happened to my dear, sweet son? Still, as Alicia had rightly said, 'it's not what makes me, or anyone else happy that matters, just what makes Joe happy' and I have to admit, he, sorry, she, is looking about as happy as I've ever seen. I have to be strong and support... her as much as I can. But my poor baby going away to school, I'm so scared! I wonder if I should talk to John Bennett about it...' Kissing Mum goodbye I made my way up the drive to Cathy's. "Morning gorgeous!" "Morning gorgeous yourself!" Cathy replied as we hugged each other on her doorstep. "What, no diaper?" she asked, pouting. "Not at the moment!" "Humm. Anyway, let's catch some rays. I found a bikini this morning which I think will look perfect on you. Come on," she said, taking my hand, "and take a gander at it and see what you think. I also had another look through my wardrobe and have found some more stuff for you," she continued as I followed that sexy sarong-covered butt up- stairs. "I figured I could do with a serious clear-out and it gives me a fabby opportunity to re-stock, much to daddy's horror!" Once more I breathed in the delicious aroma of Cathy's room as went over to her bed and picked a white bikini off her bed and brought it over. "There you go, hurry up and put it on and let's get outside!" Cathy was right, with the tan I had acquired over the past week the white bikini did look pretty ok on me. Slipping on a light pink sarong we dashed down-stairs and were soon jumping in and out of the pool. Ummm. I did enjoy Cathy rubbing suntan lotion on me! "By the way Jo," Cathy said as we lazed in the sun next to each other, giggling and chatting as we soaked up the sun, "I got some glue for your forms so they don't keep moving around so much." Seeing the slightly puzzled look on my face she continued. "Don't worry silly, it comes with a solution to get them off if you need to, but personally, I think you look gorgeous as you are." You know how much I said I liked Cathy rubbing suntan lotion on me? Well kissing is better. Miles better. At around one we decided to go inside and grab some lunch. "Is it ok if I use your loo Cathy?" "Duh!" she said laughing. Taking that as I yes I went upstairs and went into her en-suite bathroom. I know I could have used any one of the guest toilets but I just enjoyed sitting there, surrounded by all of Cathy's toiletries, breathing in the scent of her lotions and potions. "Hey you, what's taking so long?" Huh? I thought I'd locked the door!" Cathy sauntered over to me, "Sorry Jo but I need to go as well." I made to get up off the loo seat but Cathy pushed me back down. "No probs, this is what I call eco-use" she said as she peeled off her bikini bottoms, giving me a quick glimpse of her trim golden curls before she sat down on my lap, facing me. I dragged my eyes away from the pert orbs millimetres away from my face and looked up at Cathy who was smiling that smile. Looking down at my confusion she smiled that smile of hers and immediately I felt a warm gush splash against my crotch. Immediately my willy reacted to this drenching by standing proud. Cathy un-did her bikini top, "Looks like someone likes being washed by me!" she murmured as she arched her back, a sweet nub slipping into my grateful mouth as I hugged her close. As I suckled the quickly stiffening rubbery nub Cathy let out a soft moan and shuddered as she pressed my head hard against her and ground her gushing hips against mine. "Oh fuck you are so fucking sexy Jo," Cathy breathed as she slumped against me, "your turn now gorgeous." Cathy slid off my lap leaving my mouth gasping and my soaked willy aching. Looking up at me as she knelt on the bathroom floor she slowly leant forwards and still with our eyes locked gently held me and slowly licked my hard, glistening skin. God but she looked sexy, her startling violet eyes sparkling up at me as she brushed a strand of blond hair away from her face, smiling as her pink tongue flicked my ultra sensitive, blood engorged willy. As her mouth enveloped me completely her fingers moved from massaging my balls to between my legs and up along my arse crack. I closed my eyes in sheer pleasure as Cathy rubbed my wrinkled hole and bobbed her head in slow, delicious waves. I was ripped back to reality as I felt Cathy's finger push inside me - Christ! I needed to go to the loo! "Cathy, stop, I need, er, you know, please, don't..." Cathy pulled away from me, a thin strand of moisture still connecting her lips to me, "Don't worry baby, I want you to," seeing my worried face, "don't worry, just enjoy, nothing else matters." With that Cathy took me back into her wonderful mouth and I slumped back against the cistern as once again her finger slipped inside me. Slowly her finger pushed deeper, almost as if it was searching for something. The feeling was unbelievable, my head was alive with exploding sparks at each touch, each push, each lick. I felt another finger squeeze inside me, stretching me as they moved in and out of my wrinkled hole. Cathy's mouth was a fever of movement as her other hand snaked between her own legs, her moans joining mine as I felt a thick mass move down inside me and slowly out, pushing past Cathy's fingers as it forced its way out. Just as its enormous pressure was easing Cathy's fingers touched some primeval pleasure zone inside me, with a high-pitched squeal I exploded. Cathy pulled away and grabbing me with both hands guided the long strings of shiny white goo over her heaving chest. Exhausted I slumped back, my eyes closed as I relived the incredible high Cathy had brought me to. As I sat there Cathy murmured, "Oh dear, I got baby all messy..." and once again felt her tongue lick every square centimetre of my still erect willy. With a kiss on my nose I was brought back from my day-dream. "Hey sleepy, you feeling ok?" "Umm, the best," I agreed. "Good, come on, let's grab some lunch, all this eating has made me hungry!" I went to pull some paper from the loo roll when Cathy stopped me. "What's the point? Just slip on a diaper. Pleeeeeaaasssse?" Laughing I nodded. I mean, how could anyone say no to this amazing, naked, sexy minx? Giving me a thank-you snog (which tasted different, musky, earthy but just as yummy as normal), Cathy pulled one out from under the sink and quickly had me fastened up, snug and tight. My linen skirt looked a bit funny with the bulk of the diaper underneath, but not so bad so we both reckoned it was ok. Cathy, as usual, teased me awfully with her selection of undis but settled on a burgundy bra with a matching pair of 'normal' silk knickers. A dark t-shirt and a pleated, checked skirt completed the look. With the lunch quickly finished (didn't realize I was so hungry!) and the kitchen tidied up we were soon on the bus on our way into town. Cathy had said she had organized a surprise for me but it would have to wait until we were in town. After being dragged by a giggling Cathy almost the entire way from the bus-station we arrived at my surprise destination, "Claude's Salon". "Wha..?" "Your hair silly, Claude's going to give you a proper hair-cut and set to go with your new life." "But I like my hair! I had it cut 2 months ago!" "Exactly! Now, stop being silly, come on." With that once again my arm was dragged by Cathy behind her. The salon was not so busy, I could see a woman getting her toe-nails cut off to one-side but apart from that the place was empty. "Ahh, Mom petite cheri Catherine, ca-va?" cried the most camp voice since Julian Clary. "Claude, thanks so much for this, you are such a sweetie." "Not at all, not at all, ze niece of Madam Joy has priority over all things. Now, to business," Claude said, clasping his hands together, "Zis is Jo oui? Ah, yes, I see what you mean, she is in need of some of Claude's help n'est pas? First a shampoo!" My protests about already having shampooed my hair today were brushed aside as I was sat down and my head gently eased back into a scooped basin behind me. "Just close your eyes and enjoy sweetie. Oh, and by the way, I still have your yummy goo on my boobs under this bra," Cathy whispered into my ear. All I can say is thank god I was wearing my diaper cause otherwise there would have been a most un-ladylike tent in my skirt! Cathy let go of my hand and went off with Claude whilst a heavily made- up woman called Jenny washed my hair. I have to say that it was a very nice change from the normal quick chop Mum gave me in the kitchen every so often. Ummm I could get used to this.... I must have dozed off for a while as when I woke up Jenny had gone and Cathy was standing by my side again. "Hey there space-girl, did I exhaust you??" "Uh?" Cathy took a small mirror from the side and showed me. My head was like some '70's Doctor Who extra! Tin foil everywhere! "It's ok baby, just some highlights to make you even more sexy!" "Highlights?" I asked. "You know, to make you not look so washed out with your dark hair. Don't worry, Claude is a magician when it comes to this sort of thing. Trust me!" As if I had any other choice in the matter! Anyway, after an age Jenny came back and interrupted Cathy's ideas on what we would do at St Constance's next term and took off the tinfoil strip by strip. God, what a tedious job that was! Once she had finished I was wheeled over to a waiting Claude, armed with a long black comb and a pair of scissors. I know it sounds silly but as I saw him standing there I was just about to call the whole thing off, worried he would chop off all my hair! Cathy, as if reading my mind, told Claude, "Just a little softening and sorting out her horrible split-ends right? No major surgery ok?" Claude smiled, "Don't worry mon cherie, Jo will look like an angel when I 'av finished, just sit your pretty little head down and I shall start." Thus chastised a slightly sulky Cathy picked up an old edition of Glamour and glowered meanwhile Claude got to work, muttering 'sacre- blu!' every so often. "Et volia!" Claude exclaimed as he finished with the blow-dryer and stood to one side to let me glance at the mirror. Bloody hell! I mean, like, wow! Cathy got up and hugged a very smug looking Claude. I don't know how he had done it, but if anything my hair looked even longer than it did before, yet there was a pile of hair littering the floor around me. Crazy. "So, what do you think?" "Oh Cathy, it's amazing, Absolutely amazing! Thank you Claude, thank you so much!" I gushed. Who would have thought a haircut could do so much! Cathy gave me a hug and after paying two giggling school-girls spilled out onto the pavement, high on life and love. "Come on sexy, let's grab a coffee and tease some boys." Cathy sat me down and ordered 2 skinny-lattes and was soon sitting next to me, sipping her coffee whilst her free hand rested on my padded lap. "Um, what do you think about him Jo" Cathy giggled into me ear, pointing out a yuppie reading a newspaper in his suit, "I bet he would love to shove his cock into our hot cunts!" "Cathy! Anyway, I'm not like that!" I answered, shocked (but a tiny bit excited I have to admit) by her comments. "Uh hu, and who was squealing like a fax machine just a couple of hours ago as they were finger-fucked?" "Well, that's different," I replied blushing. "Yes, I know, the real thing is a 1,000 times better!" Cathy said as she rubbed my lap, her touch pleasantly arousing through the thick padding. Desperate to deny the stirrings of inquisitive arousal the myriad of images flashing up in my brain I pulled my compact out of my handbag and checked my lipstick. Humm, looked ok, maybe a quick swipe of lippy just to make sure..... before I had a chance to reach for my lipstick Cathy had lent into me and soon her lips were firmly opening mine for a tongue wrestle. I closed my eyes as our tongue danced their delicious waltz, loving her urgent, hungry kiss. "Now you need to do your lips!" a slightly breathless Cathy smiled, taking a quick peek at the staring object of our previous comments. "I bet he's got a boner as big and juicy as yours in his trousers," trying to ignore Cathy's whispered comments I pulled out my lipstick, "Just imagine how cool it would be to share his lovely goo as he cums over our faces. I can tell you're hot for it, it's ok, so am I. Come on, let's get back, I'm feeling hotter than hell." Well, who am I to deny a lady? Quickly grabbing our bags we left with Cathy giving a wink to the poor astounded yuppie and giggled all the way to the bus station and most of the way home as well. What an amazing summer this was turning out to be, life was as good as it could get. As we walked through the gates and past my house Cathy stopped and turned. Yum, another snog. As we kissed Cathy my hands roamed under her clothes, loving the cool, smooth, firm feel of her skin. My right hand slipped under her skirt and delighted on the twin pleasures of the sexy silk brushing along my knuckles and the firm skin of her bum. As my fingers slid down the crease of her butt cheeks Cathy moaned into my mouth and held me tight, our minds reading each other's desires as my fingers rubbed the puckered skin. Gently I eased a finger in, feeling her resistance and then her hot, tight muscles clamping onto my finger like they never wanted to let go. "Oh god Jo, umm, yes, that's it, fuck don't stop, deeper, yes, deeper. Oh, feels so good," Cathy moaned as she buried her head in my shoulders. Just as I pushed in up to my knuckles the tip of my finger was suddenly enveloped in a warm, firm mass. Instinctively pulling my finger out Cathy growled "don't you fucking dare" as her hand whipped round and held my hand. Cathy grunt and I felt her push her hips out as the whole of my finger was covered. Lifting her head she kissed me hard, more aggressively then we had ever kissed, teeth mashing against lips as Cathy let go of my hand and pushed into the front of my diaper and grabbed my willy. The grip on my finger relaxed as Cathy pushed and grunted to empty herself, suddenly I felt the warm, slippery poo slide against my palm before slithering down between my 2 middle fingers. The electric shock of desire shot from my fingers straight to my brain as the pure, unadulterated, forbidden, nature of what was happening to me brought both Cathy and me to a shuddering, screaming climax. Cathy pulled away, her lips red and flushed, "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" she grinned as she pulled her glistening hand out from my diaper. Carefully, using two hands I pulled out mine. Cathy lifted my brown streaked hand with her left hand. Looking deep into my eyes with a trembling yet strong voice she hoarsely croaked, "My mess, my treat," and, our eyes still locked together, began to slowly lick and suck every dirty finger as she pressed her greasy finger to my lips to still the gasp in my throat before slipping her fingers into my open mouth for cleaning. We stood there, face to face, slowly cleaning each other's hands, taking pleasure in the sensual, shared intimacy of our actions. Long after our hands were clean we finished licking and nibbling each other's hands and slowly walked up to Cathy's in silence, each silent with our thoughts about where our love was taking us. She opened the door and wordlessly guided me upstairs to her room. Still silent she slowly un-zipped my linen skirt and let it drop around my ankles. Piece by piece we undressed each other, savouring each new revelation as if it would be the last thing we would ever see until Cathy was standing there, naked apart from her slightly distended burgundy panties and me, quivering, naked except for my cream bra. "Come with me." I followed Cathy into her bathroom and into the bath. We kissed, slowly, gently, with none of the frenzied haste of before, but with just as much passion and love. My hands slid down her ridged backbone and I felt the small nub still nestling against the soft fabric of her silk panties. Cathy nodded and I kept still, knowing what would happen next. Gradually, as we kissed, I felt the nub become a bulge, the bulge become a weight pulling down on the elastic of the knickers as Cathy finally whimpered into my mouth. "Fuck me Jo, for the love of god, fuck me now" Cathy pleaded as she pulled aside her stuffed panties and guided me inside her soaking, eager hole. After we had showered and dried off I was just about to slip my bra on when Cathy interrupted me, "Why don't we try out the glue I got, after all, you don't want them slipping out at the wrong moment do you Jo?" "Erm, I guess not. But you've got the stuff so I can take them off right?" "Of course I have silly, look, here it is, but I tell you what, why don't we order some more so its fresh just in case. Ok?" Deciding that it would be better to do that Cathy carefully applied the glue and then, as I lay on her bed trying not to giggle, firmly pressed my boobs on. "Right, all done, let's put your bra back on and see how it feels." "Whooaaa," I exclaimed as I sat up. "What? What's the problem Jo? Do they hurt? Are you ok?" "Yeah yeah, fine, it just, you know, I've never felt them like this before, 'free' and unsupported. Weird." "Well," laughed Cathy, "you may find it 'weird' but I've had them sore, uncomfortable and getting in the way for nearly 5 years now." "Ah, but yours are gorgeous and sexy and lovely." "And so are yours Jo, they look fantastic." I have to admit, seeing them on my chest uncovered for the first time it was amazing how real they looked and felt. They seemed to be the exact shade of my skin and flowed so naturally I had difficultly picturing my body without them. "It says that you should take them off once a week to clean them but beyond that it says they are safe to use every day and won't cause any damage at all. So, welcome to the club! You'll never sleep face down again!" Laughing and giggling we got dressed. Cathy was really mean and it was very painful getting my gaff back on but finally we were both presentable and just in time too as just as we were coming down the stairs Mr Bennett walked in. "Ah! Afternoon girls, I hope you're having a better day then me today?" "Yes Daddy, Jo got her hair done, do you like it?" "Why yes, so you have Jo, yes, very nice, it brightens up your face no end." Cue blushes from yours-truly. "Talking of beautiful women, I was wondering if I could repay your hospitality of Sunday night and ask you and your mother round for supper this week sometime?" Cue blushes from his-truly... hum, do I detect a smidgen of romance in the air?? "Thanks Mr Bennett, let me ask Mum, we're not doing anything this week so I'm sure it will be ok." "Great, I'll just grab my junk and be off, yet another site visit today. Why these architects can't make a decision on their own I will never know," he muttered walking swiftly towards his office. "Poor Daddy, I wish he had someone to be with, he must get so lonely sometimes.." Cathy wished. Shaking herself out of her reverie she gasped, "Ohh, Jo, let me show you what I found last night on the 'net. I can't believe I'd forgotten! Come upstairs." We were just about to make our way up to her bedroom when the phone rang. "Oh Hi there Aunt Joy. Yes, she's here. Sure, I'll ask her." Cathy cupped her hand over the mouth- piece. "Aunt Joy wants to know if you can do a couple of hours at the shop tomorrow? She needs to go and collect your uniform." Uniform? Oh, right! St Constance's uniform. Aunt Joy had said as part of the scholarship she would donate the uniform as per the school's requirements. "Sure, no probs. What time?" "What time Auntie? Right. OK, she'll be there. Love you! Byeeee." "That was Aunt Joy." "Well, Duh!" "Very funny. She needs you there at 10 ok?" "Sure, no probs. After all she's doing for me it's the very least I can do. Now, about this thing you found on the 'net," I asked. "Oh yeah! Come on." After Cathy had booted-up her computer she quickly found the site she was looking for. It took me a while to work out what it was about, talking about sumo wrestlers and the like but after the 3rd time of reading it I got the gist of it. "So what they are saying is that I can 'hide' my bits inside my body?" I asked Cathy slightly disbelievingly. "That's right. As you know, we are all born with the ability to be either male or female and so our hip bones are pretty much the same during childhood. It would be really cool if you could do this, then you wouldn't have to wear the gaff, plus I would get to perve at your delicious bod in skimpies more often!" The idea of Cathy perving over me was no bad thing and so we sorted the needful (mainly lots of ice!) and gave it a go. "That's it!" Cathy exclaimed. "How does it feel?" "Numb," I answered, my nether regions freezing after being packed in ice for an age (ice-age. Geddit?). "Well it looks amazing! Quick, slip on your knickers and see for yourself." Cathy handed me the cream satin thing I had worn this morning and between us we carefully slid the garment on until it was snugly hugging every contour of my hips. For the first time ever I was wearing girl's underwear 'properly'. It felt really strange. The soft satin actually hugged my body rather than either straining and pulling (when I wasn't wearing a gaff) or being slightly 'disconnected' when I was wearing a gaff, I think mainly because I never felt that comfortable wearing the gaff. Cathy slowly slid her hands down my tummy and along the now-flat front of my knickers. Standing up cautiously I held my breath, waiting for something to happen. But, after 5 or so seconds nothing had exploded or slipped out and so I finished dressing. Cathy said I should keep the gaff just in case and we agreed that I should 'release' myself each night just to keep things working normally. Cathy then demanded to come round to mine and choose tomorrow's outfit so I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of Aunt Joy. She also volunteered to help me start on supper for Mum so I guess I got the better end of the deal! Tuesday Cathy was right! You can't sleep on your front! At least you can't if you want a decent night's sleep! Sitting up in bed I looked down and smiled a small smile of strangely contented disbelief, after all, there can't be many teenage boys in the world who wake up in soft, silky pj's and get to admire the smooth rise and fall of a pair of perfectly pert boobs as they gently sway under a cami top, their nipples creating small nubs on the shining fabric. Opps. Another bulge appears! This one more normal for a teenage boy! Humm, time to think about something else me-thinks! Cathy had chosen what can only be described as a 'pink' (she said 'girlie') ensemble for me to wear today, I suppose it wasn't too bad. Cathy had reminded me that the shop didn't have a loo for some bizarre reason and so the pleats on the skirt would flatter the extra curves the diaper gave me, plus I would be able to 'hang loose' so that would be a nice change from gaffs and her newest torture, this whole Sumo insertion thingy. Anyway, first things first, a nice slow lazy shower is called for I think! I wonder if I should shave my legs? I'm not wearing any tights today and I want to make a good impression on Aunt Joy, after all, if she saw me with nasty hairy legs she might think I'm a boy and take the scholarship away! Yes, shaving would be a wise move, although to be perfectly honest just how much hair can grow in a week, especially when there wasn't much (ok, any!) there in the first place! Still, it gave me something to do whilst the conditioner was working its magic. The sun combined with all the swimming was doing shocking things to my hair, saying that, rather a bad hair day then a miserable summer! After a couple of minutes I decided that the white satin bra with prints of small pink roses would go well with the white 'sleep-tites' which had small love hearts. Why they had to spell the name in some 'cool' street slang I'll never know, I mean, did they expect us girls to sit and swap gossip about the benefits of our various different types of diapers? Don't think so! Saying that, would they have thought girls would discuss bra's, boys and tampons to the degree that they do nowadays? Probably not! Maybe I'm a trend setter! The white cotton blouse had quite short sleeves and was gently ruffled around the high neck-line. I decided to wear the pretty earrings Aunt Joy had given me, I hoped that would make her happy, I really needed to keep her on my side! Then the thin woollen pink cardi and the skirt and I was almost done. The pinky/purple shoes could wait until I was finished with the make-up as I didn't need to stress my feet in their 3 inch heels for any longer than necessary! As I carefully applied my make-up I did wonder how come girls got to choose between no socks, socks, tights, stockings, knee- highs, pop socks and a myriad of other styles and boys just had plain old, boring socks. As for the rest of their choices... no wonder it took Mum so long to get dressed sometimes! She had left earlier in a bit of a panic by the sound of things, doors crashing, no breakfast, I hope she's not late for work and more importantly I hope we didn't poison her last night with our cooking! I don't think so, after all, I ate the same as her and I feel ok, plus she said it was really nice and even had seconds with me! I have to say, Mum is taking this very coolly. I catch her staring at me every so often but not in a bad way, sometimes even, well, wistfully if you get my meaning. All very strange. Anyway, just time for breakfast and then out of the door, where has all the time gone?? As I sat on the bus and smiled at the giggling boys 4 rows in front of me it struck me how much had changed since the end of term just a week or so ago. I supposed that the boys, who must have been around my age, were giggling about something to do with me. At first I had been mortified that they knew I was a boy, or even worse had spotted my diaper but after a couple of deep breaths reassured myself that there was no way that was the case. So, teenage boys, teenage girl, giggling and whispering and nudging. Could only mean one thing really, they were daring each other to come and talk to me. Boys! Typical! Anyway, they got off on the stop before mine so their un-requited love would have to find another outlet. Ohh, I wonder if they would think about me in bed tonight, rubbing their willy's as they imagined me doing all sorts of things to them? Opps, and now I'm getting all hot and bothered! Me thinking about them thinking about me! Does that constitute me cheating on Cathy? Can you be unfaithful in your mind or doesn't it count? Does this mean I'm not really in love with Cathy and it's all just lust? The bus jerked to a halt and jolted me back to the present. It was a quick walk to Heaven's Boutique and as I opened the door Aunt Joy smiled and called out, "Jo, you're early! Oh, and looking as good as ever! Now, everything is up-to date, I don't expect a busy day but you never know! Oh, and you are wearing those ear-rings, I must say they do look wonderful on you. You know where everything is?" "Yes Aunt Joy, I'm sure there won't be any trouble, I've got your phone number and no personal cheques, check the signatures against the credit card and 'the customer is always right'!" "That's my girl. OK, I should be about 2 hours ok. See you when I get back!" With that she was out and I was on my own. Quickly glancing around I could see that everything was pretty much the same as last time I had been here. There were a couple of new pieces on the hangers which looked really smart. One dark purple dress with sheer sleeves and a deep v back looked really stunning, and at nearly two thousand pounds should be! I also spied some new strappy heels which looked uber cool and sexy, again monstrously expensive. Still, if that's what it took for Aunt Joy to give me a scholarship then more power to her elbow. Or mine for that matter! About half an hour after Aunt Joy had left I got my first customer, a fairly upset looking woman, I would guess about late thirties, dragging an equally miserable looking long haired (brown if you need to know) skanky-looking teenage boy with her. Poor bloke, I bet he's been dragged around 40 shops whilst his Mum looked for 'just the right thing'. I bet he just wanted to hang out at Maccy D's and oogle the girls. He certainly gave me the once over in not too an unsubtle manner. Pervert! "Good morning." "Good morning miss, can I help you at all?" "Yes please, I'd like to speak with the owner please." "Oh, sorry Miss but Aunt Joy is away for a couple of hours, can I take a message?" "Oh blast." She turned to (I assume) her son. "Well Patrick, I'm sorry but I just can't do this tomorrow, he's your best friend and a deal is a deal." "Yes Mum," the bored Patrick replied, "ok, let's get it over with. God knows why, it will never work." "Well, let me be the judge of that young man. Now," the lady said, turning to me, "I need a ball-gown." Cool! Big money! If I could sell her a really nice one Aunt Joy would be really chuffed with me. Saying that, I had to admit that looking at her I doubted she would be able to afford some of the really nice stuff. Still, no harm in trying. She looked a little 'hippy' around the middle so I figured something to try and disguise that, plus maybe she wouldn't want to show off her legs so something on the longer side... I pulled out a navy-blue velvet bodiced long silk dress and handed it over to her. "If you would like to use the changing room just there (pointing to the curtained off corner), I'll see if I can find some shoes that may go with it." "Ah. No young lady, I'm afraid it's not for me." Cue puzzled look from yours truly. "Can I rely on your absolute discretion?" "Of course Madam." What the hell was going on here?? "The ball gown will be for Patrick here." I didn't move a muscle, not one. "Next week he is going to attend his best friends graduation ball and to cut a long story short will be going as his date." Deep breath. Be professional. "Well, in that case do you mind if Patrick could take his jacket off so I could have a better look?" The mother nodded and Patrick slowly slid off his jacket, letting it slide to the floor. Whilst he did this I clicked the lock on the shop entrance and flipped the sign over to closed. The mother saw me, smiled and nodded, a faint look of relief crossing her face as she realised that I have potentially saved them both a serious amount of embarrassment. "Does erm, Patrick, have any clothes so far that I should take into consideration Miss?" "No, none at all, the idea was to get the major part out of the way and go on from there." "Yes, good idea. Now then..." I looked Patrick up and down, just like he had done with me. Time for some fun I think. "I assume that no one involved wants it known that Patrick isn't a girl, correct?" "Correct," they both chimed. "Right. Ok. Now, let me see..." I started looking through the drawers at the back in the 'intimates' section and found that I was looking for, a cream satin bustier with quite a strong cord running through the front eyelets. The matching pair of boy-cut panties, sheer silk white tights (I wanted to give him as much support as possible) also went onto the counter. I smiled at Patrick's worried glances at his mother, as if to say 'no way!'. As there was very little in the way of gowns that would fit Patrick I took a chance on a light pink silk number that I had seen hiding away in the 'discounted' area. It had probably been put there because it would take a very special person to be able to fit into it. It was incredibly short and its only decoration was some ruffles down one side. Anyone brave enough to wear this would have to have a model-like skinny body, and guess how skinny Patrick looked? That will teach him to ogle me! Circumspectly removing the discount tag I brought it over to Patrick and placed it in his open arms. "I think Patrick will need some help getting into these things Madam," I said. The lady agreed and picked up the undies and ushered the mortified Patrick into the changing room. Suddenly I had a flash of inspiration. "Excuse me!" I called through the curtain. "If Patrick is not used to this situation and the Ball is next week do you think it would be a good idea if he was to get some other clothes of a similar type so he can get used to wearing this style as much as possible?" "Oh, good idea young lady, I had never thought of that. Yes please!" I could hear murmurs of horror and discontent from Patrick at this agreement however his mother quietened his pleas with a whispered, "Mrs Sutch said that we could spend as much as it took, so we may as well give you the best chance of pulling this ridiculous scheme off, and if it costs her an arm and a leg then so be it." How cool was this! An unlimited budget! Quickly I started grabbing things and pushing them under the curtain, striking whilst the iron was hot so to speak! I could just imagine how the bustier and panties would look on his skinny chest. When his mother pulled open the curtain Patrick shied away, bringing his bare leg up, as if to protect his suddenly venerable leg (which I noticed was absolutely hairless, it seemed as though his mother had done some ground work...). I also noticed that suddenly there was a hint of shape to the top. I guess his smelly socks must be closer to his nose then he was accustomed to! As his mother inspected her son's new look I handed over some slightly less outrageous outfits. To be honest I didn't think I had a hope in hell of selling the pink dress, it was way too short, but I figured 'in for a penny'. Plus any of my other suggestions would be greeted with a lot more positivity compared to the first piece! Patrick's mother stopped her inspection of her trembling son to take the dark pink velvet patterned dress, a sober black silk cocktail dress (who cares about cost?!), a pair of patterned black tights, a pair of fishnets and two pairs of black heels. Thanking me she closed the curtain and helped her son get out of the skin-tight pink dress. I caught the odd murmur of appreciation from Patrick about how amazing the silk felt, but countering that was the almost constant complaints about how short it was. Well, I suppose he had a point on that one! Next out was the dark pink dress. Patrick was wearing the patterned tights with this and the stiletto heels. Unfortunately he needed a bit of work on the latter as after two steps he promptly wobbled and fell on his arse, treating his mother and me to a very un-ladylike flash of white panties. Before the tears of indignation had a chance to spring forth I helped him up and gave him a re-assuring hug. "I think you are doing amazingly Patrick. You must be really close to your friend to do this for him. I hope he appreciates what a fantastic friend he has in you." As he staggered back inside the changing room I handed his mother a tube of lipstick. "Maybe a quick swipe of lippy would add to his disguise and make him feel a little less self conscious Madam." I suggested. Nodding her agreement she took it from me and closed the curtain behind her. Next up was the black silk dress with a sexy threading detail up the front. Again, poor Patrick was a little lacking upstairs but to take his mind off it I slipped a funky silver costume jewellery necklace around his neck and clipped on some playful red love-heart ear rings. The pink lippy brightened up his quite sallow face and at least he didn't fall on his arse again, the wider heels giving his ankles more support. "If it's ok I would like to take everything please including the jewellery if it is for sale." "Of course madam. Shall I write you an official itemised receipt?" "Yes please." I started to wrap all the new items up in tissue paper. Patrick's jeans, t-shirt, jacket and y-fronts went in a bundle in a plastic bag. Humm, I wonder how his new panties feel? I would have loved to have asked, but felt that it wouldn't be appropriate. I finished writing the receipt and quietly handed it over. The look on her face was priceless, but suddenly she smiled and handed over her credit card. I guessed she remembered that her friend was paying for this little shopping extravaganza for what was nearly three grand between friends?? Poor Patrick stood there as the PDQ machine spat out the payment slip alternating between horror, shame, worry and embarrassment, constantly shooting furtive glances towards the door, knowing that as soon as his Mum was finished he would have to leave the relative safety of the shop and totter home. I really did feel sorry for Patrick and in a moment of madness wrote my number on the back on one of Aunt Joy's business cards and slipped it into his sweaty palm, "If you have any problems with your new clothes or just feel like a chat or a coffee, please, I'd love for you to call me." "Well," his mother smiled, "that's very nice of you..." "Jo," I helped. "Yes, of course, sorry, Jo. That's very generous of you dear and who knows, maybe Patrick may just want a friendly face to talk to. What do you think dear?" She asked her blushing son. "Yes Mum" he mumbled in reply, not sure what to do with the card now he had been stripped of his normal pockets. Should I? Hell, why not! "Madam, as a token of our appreciation for trusting us with your discreet shopping requirements can we offer you a small gift?" I asked, handing over a black clasp that actually was part of the cocktail dress ensemble which I had 'forgotten' to include before. "Oh you absolute dear, how kind, oh look Patrick, how useful, now you have somewhere to keep Jo's card and your new lipstick. And if you don't mind it's such a nice bag I may even borrow it from time to time!" "Yes Mum" Patrick once again mumbled as he took the purse and slipped his new items inside. Taking his mother's hand and quickly glancing back at me Patrick and his mum left. Leaning over the counter as they left I waved them on their way. 'Wow. That boy's got amazing legs!' I noticed on his way out. 'He could do with some practice in heels though.... I wonder if my legs look that good?' I know it was fairly narcissistic of me but what the hell, it couldn't hurt to look... Not too shabby, in fact with the 3in heels working my calves and the diaper giving some shape to the skirt I looked pretty bloody hot, even though I say so myself! Tearing my eyes away from the full length mirror I noticed the time. Wow. Kitting Patrick out had taken just over an hour! Well, you know what they say, time flies when you're having fun! Talking of time I could really do with Aunt Joy coming back early, breakfast was making itself known by the tightness beginning to squeeze on my bladder but I reckoned I could hold on for the next half hour or so until Aunt Joy got back. To take my mind off an increasingly urgent bladder I re-folded some t- shirts and generally had a bit of a tidy-up but before long things were getting desperate. It was quarter past twelve and still no sign of Aunt Joy. A couple of people had come in and browsed but hadn't brought. Putting down the stapler I had been fiddling with for the last 5 minutes I gave in. Quick gushes of warmth spread against my skin which the diaper soon drew away, leaving a slightly moist feeling around my crotch as I felt the inevitable push as my sphincter relaxed and I let the diaper catch the results. Feeling much better I opened my eyes. "Oh, hello, good dreams?" "Wha? Erm, oh, sorry, I was, erm, just-" The smart looking lady laughed, "Let me guess, miles away soaking up the sun on a deserted beach?" With a wink she turned and inspected the lingerie section at the back of the shop and was soon back with a couple of items. As I rang them through (36c La Senza burgundy lace bra and matching bikini-cut panties) I wondered how you could never tell what woman wore under their clothes. It was simple for boys, boxers or y-fronts and pretty much everyone I knew was in the boxers camp. But girls. They could be wearing boring office suits, grungy t-shirts, full goth blackness but still have pretty pink girly panties, raunchy scarlet satin push-ups, sexy g-strings, kinky suspenders, almost anything underneath and no one would know. Even a diaper with little red love hearts! Wild. Anyway, I wrote on the pad the items she had just taken, the till receipt number and the method of payment. Aunt Joy may have given me a scholarship but it was easy to see how she made her money, she ran a very tight ship here and I could tell from her customers that they obviously liked shopping here and came back regularly to check for new stock. Aunt Joy must have great fun buying all these different clothes and jewellery and stuff. No wonder she needed a shop assistant! Just as I had put the biro down Aunt Joy opened the shop door and serenely glided over to me. Enviously I wondered how on earth she managed to do that in her 4 inch stilettos. "Oh Jo, you superstar! I've been trying to shift that pink dress for an absolute age! And look, that De La Renta ripoff. Oh you clever girl!" she happily exclaimed after kissing each cheek. "I'm sorry it took longer then I first thought but the traffic was a nightmare. Anyway, you'll be glad to know it's all sorted. I'll drop it all off at Cathy's tonight if that's ok? I need to speak to John and I picked up some items for Cathy which I couldn't get last time so I can kill two birds with one stone. And anyway, if I know you two girls you'll want to inspect each other's items, even if they are pretty much exactly the same." Aunt Joy took out her purse and pulled out a note and gave it to me. "Here's something for lunch and a little extra for being such a great little assistant." I looked down. Fifty pounds! Freaking hell! Fifty freaking pounds for a couple of hours work! Go girl! Seeing my shining eyes Aunt Joy laughed and sent me on my way. Giddy with new found riches I waved bye and walked, almost skipped, to the bus stand. Opps! That was a mistake, I realised as soon as I had plonked myself down on the bus seat. Cool wetness mushed up between my cheeks. Wow, how strange was that! I had forgotten I needed a change! Oh well, I suppose I got value for money from this pair! Shuffling down deeper into the seat I let my thoughts drift to wondering what Aunt Joy had brought me today. The prospectus for St Constance's showed girls looking very smart and well turned in their uniform but also in 'normal' clothes as well. I wonder if they let you wear your own stuff at the weekends? I should ask Cathy. The next question was, should I change before I saw her? What do you think? As normal Mr Bennett's car wasn't around as I rang the bell. "Just a min!" Cathy called from I guessed the kitchen and heard the click of her heels on the parquet floor of their hallway as she approached the front door. "Jo!" she squealed as she pulled open the door and dragged me inside. "How did it go?" she asked. I took a couple of seconds to gather my thoughts. Damn but Cathy was gorgeous. Standing there, hand on hip, a questioning look on her face she smiled. "What??" she mock- innocently asked. What indeed. Was it the white high heel sandels? The sheer white tights? The tight black mini skirt? The red silk cropped spaghetti-strap top which rested gently on her un-constricted boobs? Her bright red lips? Her startling violet eyes? Her mass of shining long blond hair? Or just the fact that she was so alive, so full of fun, so wickedly sexy, so incredibly nasty yet sensuous, caring and loving at the same time? "You like?" "God yes," I breathlessly replied. "Wanna see more?" I nodded, my willy reacting to the visual feast standing in front of me. "Ok," Cathy purred, wriggling her body to the sensuous rhythm of her mind as her fingers slowly caressed their way slowly down past the curves of her chest, lifting the edge of the red silk so I could catch a glimpse of the smooth skin of her breast before sliding down her tight tummy and along her hips, her painted fingernails catching the hem of the skirt and pulling it slowly upwards, exposing the lace tops of the stockings before riding higher up until.. "Come on Baby, I've been waiting all day for you to get here." She breathed into my ear whilst taking my hand and kicking the door behind her led me upstairs to her bathroom where with hungry passion we kissed. In no time we had stripped until all I had on was my diaper and Cathy was standing there in her stockings and matching diaper. "I hope you've been a bad girl and you've got a prezzie for me in there." Cathy breathlessly whispered in my ear as her slim hand slid around my back and down under the waistband. Sometime later I reluctantly pulled myself from Cathy's arms and sat up on her bed. "I need to get home." "Ummm," Cathy purred as she languidly stretched out on her bed, arching her slim feet in contentment. God what had I done to get so lucky I wondered as I got to my feet. As I didn't have my gaff with me I decided to 'tuck myself in' which after a painful 2nd try I managed. Cathy reached onto the mess of her floor and grabbed a pair of white satin French knickers with a blue lace trim and threw to me. "Enjoy and bring them back tomorrow and don't you dare wash them!" Cathy commanded. My pleasure! We had showered before we had flopped onto the bed but my fingers needed a wash so after quickly sliding the panties on I freshened up and finished dressing. Cathy kissed me goodbye and I made my way home, as happy as I have ever felt to make a start on supper. "Joe! I'm home!" "Hi Mummy, in the kitchen." God something smells good! I wonder what Joe has made for supper... oh god! He, she looks so, so happy! Can a change of clothes really make such a difference? Oh my poor baby, he must have been so miserable as a boy! Mum had that goofy look again. Time for a glass of Sauvignon Blanc I think! "Thank you darling, sorry you just look, well, so happy and beautiful it's all a bit of a shock to your poor old Mum!" "Well, I am, you know, really happy. Everything is going so right for me at the moment, life is just the best. Oh, by the way, I saw Mr Bennett the other day and he asked if you, well, us but you know what I mean, would like to come round to his for supper?" "Gosh, up to the big house for supper? Wow, well, sure, yes, when?" "Mummy!" I cried in exasperation, "Call him and find out when!" "But..." "No buts! I wrote the number down next to the phone, now go on, phone him!" Soon enough after some suspiciously flirty giggling from Mum I gathered it was agreed on as tomorrow. Ha! And they call us impetuous! I suppose when you are that old you can afford to hang about! With supper finished and cleared away Mummy and snuggled down on the sofa and watched a bit of TV before calling it a night and going upstairs. As I sat down at my dressing table (is there such a thing as a 'un-dressing table'?) I started taking off my make-up. I picked up my small blue bottle of eye make-up remover. The last few times I had used this bottle I had cursed and sworn at the uselessness of this stuff. The bottle top was the perfect size for dabbing my index finger on so I had patiently held the bottle with my thumb at the bottom and index finger at the top, shook so my finger-tip was covered and then tried to rub off the eye make-up. It worked, but it was bloody slow and my eyes really hurt after all the prodding and rubbing it took to get the ruddy stuff off. However tonight there had been an advert on telly where the model had dabbed a piece of cotton wool with her Clarins bottle and 'poof' with one gentle swipe her make-up was off. Well, if it worked for her.. plus it would explain the massive tube of multi-coloured cotton wool that had been included in my make-up kit but no one had told what it was for. Now why didn't someone tell me before! That was so much easier! That done I brushed my teeth, popped myself out and, giggling ever so slightly at the bare boobs wobbling on my naked chest picked up Cathy's knickers and settled down on my bed. It was pretty obvious what my kinky girl-friend wanted me to do and there was no complaints on my side as I rubbed my hard skin gently with the super-smooth satin but she had picked them off the floor which meant.... Yes! That naughty minx! The cotton lined gusset had a small patch of hard, creamy coloured flakes which, when I brought the panties up to my nose smelt of her spicy, heavenly juices. As I breathed in the intoxicating scent of my girlfriend I could also smell deeper, darker tones of musky spice emanating from further along the rear seam. Exhausted after three amazing climaxes I barely managed to get changed into my pjs before sleep overcame me and embraced me with her sweet dreams.