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Roger
Fiction by Johnny
Roger and I have known each other since childhood. We lived next door to
each other and went to the same primary school. Since then our paths
have diverged but we have regularly kept in touch.
We went on to different senior schools and different universities. He
was lightly built, athletic and played fly half in his school rugby
team. Roger read engineering. I read law. I work for a large city firm
and have bought a small house in the suburbs. After a couple of false
starts, Roger recently landed a dream job with a well known car racing
team as a designer. At 28, we are both still bachelors.
Roger's work has taken him to rural Oxfordshire where he has now bought
a small old country cottage in a secluded spot a mile from the nearest
village. He asked me to spend a weekend helping him move in. We hired a
white van to carry all his clobber from his old flat.
We had managed to carry most of his fairly modest belongings into the
cottage, and we were carrying a large old suitcase up the narrow stairs
when I missed my footing and grabbed the banister just in time to
prevent myself falling. However, the suitcase clattered down the stairs
and burst open, scattering what was immediately apparent as ladies
clothes and underwear over the hall floor.
"What's all this, Roger?" I asked. "Who is the lucky lady?"
"There isn't.......... That is to say........." , Roger stammered,
turning a very bright red. "I'll explain some other time."
I helped him pick up the clothes - a couple of dresses, some quite sexy
lingerie, a makeup case and various other items which clearly were not
Roger's ordinary belongings. I was most intrigued by what appeared to be
a modern version of a mediaeval chastity belt. However, I did not push
Roger for any comment at the time and we spent the rest of the afternoon
getting the cottage more or less habitable.
We drove down to the local pub for meal where Roger was strangely
silent, then returned to the cottage and were now relaxing in the late
evening sunshine with a bottle of wine. We had sat in silence for some
time and I guessed that Roger was waiting for the inevitable question.
"Well, Roger, are you going to tell me about the suitcase?"
He was visibly embarrassed, but took a deep breath and clearly decided
that he must provide an explanation.
"I think you must have guessed that the clothes are mine. I have always
had a 'thing' about wearing girls' stuff since I was very small. I used
to 'borrow' my Mum's panties when opportunity arose during school
holidays. I always somehow disliked my male genitals and tried to hide
them away - pretend they were not there. After I left school, I
gradually made a small collection of lingerie. It is easy to buy things
by mail order without questions. Later, when I had my own flat, the
collection grew to what you have seen.
"Don't misunderstand me", he continued, "I'm not gay. I don't want to
change my sex. But I do envy the girls their bodies and their great
freedom of choice of clothing with lovely soft fabrics and colours."
"Was that a chastity belt I saw? I thought they were what knights of old
put on their womenfolk when they went off to the wars."
"Yes, they were, but these days they are mostly worn by men for entirely
different reasons. They come in various designs from the overtly male to
a frontal shield which entirely covers the genitals. I choose one of
the latter to hide my bits way and also to stop me masturbating. . Some
wives use them to tame an unfaithful husband. Some men want to be
dominated and have their wives or mistresses lock them up. I've never
enjoyed a relationship in which I could ask to be locked up so I have
always had access to the key. I fantasise about being locked up for long
periods. Although I used to masturbate a lot, as time has gone on, I
find more and more pleasure in wearing the clothes per se. Any sexual
pleasure has taken second place to the thrill of cross dressing."
Roger was so obviously serious about it all, that I was able to put
aside my initial surprise and he was visibly relieved that I did not
laugh about it or accuse him of being a pervert. Indeed, although I had
never actually tried it, there are probably few men who are not turned
on by lingerie catalogues, and I could understand that in his case, it
needed to go further than just looking.
I said, "Roger, you know me well enough to know that I can keep a
secret. I promise faithfully not to reveal yours. I will respect your
privacy but if you need to talk more about it I am ready to listen."
When I looked across at Roger, it seemed that he was almost in tears.
"I'm sorry, "he said, "please forgive the emotion. This is something I
have kept bottled up for so long, it is huge relief to discuss it
rationally with someone else. There is only one other person in the
world who knows my secret. He lives in Germany and was the guy who made
my chastity belt. I will show it to you. It is beautifully made to
measure and cost me a small fortune."
With that, he got up and disappeared upstairs. He was gone quite a time
and I could hear him moving about. Eventually, he came down and before
coming into the room called out "You won't be shocked, will you?"
"No," I replied, "I realise how badly you want to share your secret."
He was naked except for the chastity belt, but carried some clothes from
the suitcase. As he had said, the belt was a piece of skilled
craftsmanship. It was basically a thong made of polished metal trimmed
with a soft rubber edge which completely hid his manhood. The waist band
and rear strap came together in the small of his back with a tiny lock.
Roger explained that a short tube was attached behind the front shield
which held his penis. Once locked in place, he could not touch or
stimulate himself, nor could he have a full erection. The smooth front
made it appear that he had no male features.
After I had admired the belt, I watched while he put on a pair of lace
trimmed panties and a matching bra with false breasts. He had previously
shaved off all his body hair. Finally, he slipped on a long sleeveless
sheath dress and a pair of mules. From the neck down, he looked
amazingly feminine with the breasts and a waist pulled in by the belt..
"She" explained that she had never ventured out 'dressed' and that there
was much more to add - wig, stockings, shoes, makeup, etc. However, she
needed tuition and a real female to show her all the little details
which would make her credible in public.
"Have you thought of a name for your alter ego? I can hardly go on
calling you Roger dressed like that."
"Well, no. I haven't got that far."
"How about Rosemary? At least the first two letters are the same."
"That sounds nice." She hoped I would not mind if she stayed as she was
for the rest of the evening and said how comfortable she felt and would
love to be able to wear the clothes for much longer periods.
"Of course you can. Its obviously a big thing in your life. I have
known Roger a long time but I clearly have to get to know Rosemary.
O.K.? Any more to tell me?"
"There's not much to tell. I guess most of us have an element of the
opposite gender in us. Maybe I have more than most. As I've told you,
I've always had this urge. It started with just hiding my manhood but
the more I experimented wearing female clothes the more I found I
enjoyed the feel and comfort of them. Mens clothing is so stereotyped.
Fabrics and colours are limited and unimaginative. Eventually, I decided
that I need the escape of being as near female as possible. Not
permanently, but for a day or so occasionally. I guess I want it both
ways!
"The chastity belt is an excellent foundation garment, although
sometimes I wear a pantie girdle as well. I like to think I have a good
figure. This dress that I have on emphasises that. But I do need to
learn all about the other things that distinguish men and women apart
from hair and makeup. They way they walk, sit and move, even think, is
quite different."
Rosemary went on talking, obviously enjoying having a receptive audience
at last, until finally, I suggested that it was time to turn in.
Rosemary said "Will you please look after these tonight?" handing me a
pair of keys, "They've never been out of my care before and I would like
to experience the knowledge that my belt is locked on so that I have no
option but remain female tonight."
The following morning, Rosemary came down to breakfast wearing a thin
negligee over plain pants and bra. We chatted as though this was
entirely normal.
I drove to the village for the Sunday papers by which time Rosemary had
changed into a white T shirt and ladies pull-on pale blue slacks with
flip-flops. I could not help noticing the smooth front of the slacks -
not a trace of bulge! We spent the morning doing some more tidying in
the cottage and made ourselves a light lunch after which I said I must
return to London.
Rosemary was reluctant to accept the return of the keys, but I pointed
out that a key must be available in emergency and I could not come down
to the cottage for some weeks.
"This has been a fantastic weekend", she said as she waved me goodbye.
"Thank you for everything and being a true friend. Roger will be going
to work as usual tomorrow but I shall look forward to being Rosemary
whenever I have a few hours to myself." She blew me a kiss as I drove
off.
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We spoke on the phone fairly frequently after that and I managed two or
three brief visits, but Roger's work takes him away fairly often to
various races and testing sessions.
Nearly a year later, I got a call on my mobile. "Hello, it's Rosemary
here," said a familiar voice, "Are you free next weekend? I want you to
come down to the cottage and meet Anne. Just the three of us. I've a lot
to tell you."
"Yes, love to." I replied, wondering who Anne was. Was she male or
female? "Sorry - can't talk - I'm coping with rush hour traffic! See you
on Saturday. 12 o'clock, OK?".
I arrived punctually. Rosemary came out to meet me and I scarcely
recognised her. Lovely summer print dress, shoulder length blond hair,
make up. Heels. The lot! She looked great - the complete female. No
compromises.
"Wow!" I said, "You have changed. You look absolutely smashing!" It
seemed perfectly natural for me to give her a big hug and a peck on the
cheek.
"Come and meet Anne."
We went into the cottage. Rosemary said, "This is my friend Anne." Anne
was truly female - much the same height and build as Rosemary but
shortish brown hair, brown eyes and a lovely complexion. A figure to die
for. She wore jeans, strappy sandals and a tight top with no bra which
left little to the imagination.
"I'm delighted to meet you, Anne. Rosemary didn't tell me anything about
you, but you've obviously had a great influence on her."
"Yes, but she's told me about you, and how long you have known each
other."
Rosemary explained. "I put in a contact ad. 'Cross dresser needs expert
tuition'. Anne was the only person to reply. She is a beautician."
Anne said "I was intrigued and thought 'What the hell? It'll be a
giggle.' Actually it's turned out to be a professional challenge and
lots lots more. We met over a pub lunch and Ro told me everything,
including the chastity belt. The rest, as they say, is history. Ro is
just the most super person to be with."
"Anne calls me Ro, which seems a good compromise. She has spent a lot of
weekends here but she lives only a few miles away and is happy to look
after the keys, so even when I'm Roger at work, I'm not wholly male."
"Well, Anne, I expect she's told you about when Roger moved in here
last year. I promised to be supportive and keep the secret but I never
dreamt that Rosemary would progress this far."
As we were talking, I had been looking at Rosemary and was very
impressed just how convincingly feminine she looked. Everything slightly
understated. Make up which completely hid any hint of stubble, lovely
complexion, just a hint of lipstick and eye shadow. Her breasts were
petite but shapely. Her hands had been beautifully manicured, nails
quite short but lacquered an almost natural colour. The same lacquer on
her toes was just sufficient to make them sparkle. Tiny earrings, a thin
gold necklace and a couple of small rings on her right hand. Even her
voice seemed to have lightened to a soft husky contralto.
I asked how she managed to keep her hands so nice at work. "Fortunately,
I spend most of my time in the drawing office and always wear gloves
when I'm in the workshop." She really looked very happy and confidant.
While we had been talking, I noticed that the two girls had been holding
hands and wondered about the real nature of their relationship. Anne
surprised me by answering my unspoken question. "I'm bisexual and my
relationship with Ro is wonderful for me. Most of the time we are
lesbians, but remember, I also hold the keys!" I realised I was just a
little envious and thought to myself "Roger, you lucky sod, you really
have got it both ways!"
Rosemary said "We're going out for a meal tonight, but not to the
village pub! It will be my very first public debut and I want to share
it with you both."
Putting aside my unspoken thoughts, I replied, "I am really going to
enjoy escorting you two very beautiful girls. I shall be the envy of all
the males for miles around, but little will they know........"
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately.
August 2006
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