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"Unexpected Outing" Part 4.
John goes solo.
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately
When John returned home dressed as a woman after an accident on the
moors, he was surprised that his wife, Mary, had locked him in a chastity
device but had decided to help him cross dress convincingly. He is about
to leave for his first solo weekend.
Finally, one Saturday morning he got up early, had a light breakfast and
retired to the spare room. It took him two hours to become Gillian. She
wore the blue trouser suit. Mary took a quick look and simply said
"You'll do!" She did not ask where she was going but demanded
to see the contents of the handbag and removed the house key. "I shan't
be home until after 7 tomorrow, so don't try to get in until then." She
opened the front door for her and watched as Gillian drove away.
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Searching the net for TV friendly accommodation, Gillian had found a
small guest house in Blackpool and had booked a room.
She drove more carefully than John would have done but she was in no
hurry, just very conscious of her transformation.
She stopped at a service area for a sandwich and needed to use the
toilet. This was the first time as Gillian. Clearly, she should use the
ladies, not the gents. There was no problem. It was not busy. She used a
stall, washed her hands and checked her makeup and was soon on her way
again.
However, when she was only a few miles from Blackpool, her worst fears
were realised. As she approached a road junction, a car two ahead of her
in a line stopped suddenly to turn across the road to go into the side
turning. The following car didn't stop in time, hit the first car and
pushed it into the path of traffic coming the other way. Gillian stopped
in time but the resulting mayhem completely blocked the road. Several
motorists got out to give assistance and call the emergency services.
Gillian was relieved to see that none of the people involved appeared
badly hurt but police and ambulances were soon on the scene. She had no
option but to wait for the road to be cleared, which took some time as
the police did a lot of measuring and took several photographs.
A young policeman approached her car. Gillian had had time to decide how
she would react.
"Good morning, Madam. As you are obviously a witness, we will need a
statement from you. Could I see your licence, please? It's a formality to
verify your name and address."
Gillian delved in her handbag for the licence which fortunately she had
remembered to bring and handed it to the constable. He looked at it, and
then at her and back at the licence.
"Yes, Constable, that is me. I'm John Robertson."
"It's all right Madam, er, Sir. I can see the resemblance. We see lots of
things in the course of duty. I'll just make a note of the name and
address and get a colleague from York to come and see you on Monday for
your statement. Should he ask for Mr Robertson or...?"
"Mr Robertson will do fine, thank you."
He stood back from her car, winked and said, "I'm sure you'll enjoy your
weekend!"
The road was eventually cleared, and Gillian found the guest house
without difficulty.
"Fair Haven" was a large house in a pleasant road on the edge of town
about two blocks from the beach. There was a "No vacancies" sign outside.
Gillian rang the bell and the door was opened by a well dressed lady of
about 50.
"Hello, you must be Gillian. I'm Doris Foster. Do please come in. Let me
show you straight to your room. I expect you will want to freshen up
after your journey."
She took Gillian upstairs and ushered her into a spacious room at the
front of the house. The decor was obviously feminine with pink drapes
with bows with matching bedspread. There was a large single bed and an
en-suite bathroom with a large collection of soaps and smellies.
"I think you will find everything you want, but do call me if there is
anything else needed. Forgive me mentioning it, but I am an experienced
make up artist and can provide other, er, personal services for my
guests. There is tea in the lounge when you are ready. And I usually
bring a morning cup of tea to your room."
Gillian wondered what the "other personal services" might be. She
unpacked her case and put her clothes neatly in drawers and on hangers,
paid a visit to the loo and freshened up her face.
Down in the lounge, Mrs Foster introduced her to two "ladies" and poured
some tea.
"I'd like to introduce Gillian. It's her first visit here." Turning to
Gillian she added, "Fiona and Ruby are two of my regulars and will be
happy to show you around." They were soon comparing notes and Gillian
found their experiences interesting. They were both divorcees who had
found themselves living in adjacent apartments. In both cases, their ex-
wives had not been able to come to terms with their cross dressing which
they were now free to do regularly. They enjoyed each other's company and
mutual help. They were both dressed in jeans and tops. Gillian noticed
that their ladies jeans looked correct in a way gents would not. The cut
was different and they zipped right over left.
Soon they were joined by another guest. Gina was immaculately dressed in
a blouse and skirt, but her height, over 6 feet, gave a clue to her real
gender. She proved to be excellent company with a large store of humorous
stories. Later, Gillian could only remember the one about the vicar who
liked to cross dress. One Sunday he told his congregation that he would
be away the following week and that a visiting woman priest would take
the service. The next Sunday no one recognised him in full regalia and a
couple of parishioners said how nice it was to have a female priest for a
change and how much better the sermon had been than usual!
Like Fiona and Ruby, Gina was also a regular visitor and the three of
them suggested that Gillian might like to make a fourth on their evening
out. They went to a local Bistro where the owner, Angelo, knew them and
always found a quiet table at the back of the restaurant. They then told
Gillian that they were going on to a TV club in the town of which they
were members. Gillian would be welcome as their guest.
The club was in a side street with no external sign but there was a
bouncer to ensure privacy and safety. He signed them in. There were about
30 members present, mostly TVs but some had partners with them. Members
seemed to be all ages and ranged in appearance from obviously butch to
totally convincing. Gillian immediately felt comfortable and had no
difficulty in joining in the general conversation. There was a short
demonstration of how to cope with high heels - something Gillian had so
far avoided - but it was mostly just socialising. The bar was strictly
non-alcoholic.
Next morning, Gillian was awake early and out of bed looking through the
window when there was a knock on the door. Doris didn't wait for a reply
but came in with a tray. As Gillian turned towards her, she realised that
her lovely nightie was virtually see-through and left little to the
imagination.
"I can see that I may not be able to provide some of my personal service
to you. Several of my "ladies" like to wear chastity belts but they do
sometimes bring a key! Do you wear it from choice?"
Gillian was a bit taken aback. "No, I don't have a key and no, I don't
wear it from choice. I always wear it now. It was my wife's decision when
she found out that I like to dress up and she keeps the key."
Doris put an arm round her. "Oh my dear! You must get very frustrated."
Her other hand went down to Gillian's groin and took hold of the CB.
Gillian felt herself start to get hard but the plastic cage did its job
of restraining the erection. The feeling of a stranger fondling her
locked up penis was very erotic. "If you are ever let out of that thing,
just come and see your friend Doris."
After breakfast, Gillian decided to return home by a rather circuitous
route over the moors and called on Mrs Appleby who did a double take when
she answered the door.
"Hello, my dear! This is a nice surprise. I almost didn't recognise you."
She gave Gillian a big hug.
"You look super! Come on in. I'll put the kettle on and you can tell me
all about what you've been up to."
She bustled around in the kitchen and soon appeared with tea and cakes..
"Now I want you to tell me everything. You've obviously been buying some
lovely clothes and that make up is very professional."
Gillian spent the next half hour telling Betty about how surprised she
had been by Mary's reaction when she first got home dressed in Betty's
things. About the help from the two girls. About the visit to Manchester
and about what she had done that weekend. She also explained that Mary
had only agreed on condition that John could only become Gillian for two
days each month and must be presentable to pass when she was away.
They went on to chat for some time until Gillian said that she must now
return home to her drab life as John for another month.
"My dear, how I wish my Fred had been half as good at dressing as you
have become. We had some lovely evenings at home together, but never
ventured out in public. I feel I could go anywhere with you and be proud
to have such a good looking and beautifully dressed companion."
"Thank you, Betty, that's praise indeed. And just to think that you
started it!"
Epilogue:
A couple of weeks later a parcel arrived from Germany clearly addressed
to Mrs Mary Robertson. John didn't dare open it until Mary got home from
the shop and she kept him waiting until they had finished their evening
meal.
Mary's first action when the parcel was opened was to look for the keys
which she immediately put in her pocket. They marvelled at the shiny
steel of the belt, contrasted with the black rubber edging. Much to his
own surprise, John found himself keen to try it on and happily agreed to
accompany Mary upstairs to the bathroom where she unlocked his CB3000.
The Neosteel seemed a very tight fit but in a few minutes, Mary had
clicked the lock and stood back to admire his new smooth front. She
agreed that John should wear it alternately with his CB3000 for a few
days to allow for his body to adjust to it but it would then become his
constant companion!
That was over a year ago and now he feels it has become part of him and
he wears it 24/7 with only short breaks for hygiene. It works
particularly well when he becomes Gillian.
Her monthly outings have been a joy. Mary keeps her strictly rationed to
once a month but Gillian would love to dress more often. She has been
walking with the girls, Wendy and Angie, again and revisited Betty. She
has been back to Blackpool three times. Other trips have included TV
meetings in London and a TV weekend in a posh country hotel. Mary has
fully accepted that John needs to be Gillian from time to time and they
remain happily married.
Concluded.
Fiction by Johnny Cumlately
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September 2008
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