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TRANS-ATLANTIC: PART 2 - MONTE CARLO
The next morning the ship entered the harbor at Monte Carlo. At 7am
Veronika, Max, Mark, Anne, Jean and Jack met for breakfast. The first
tender for Monte Carlo would leave at 8 am and everyone wanted to be
ready.
"Jean, have you been to Monte Carlo?" Veronika asked.
"No, but I've heard about it," replied Jean. "Playground of the rich and
famous."
"That's true, and so beautiful too. My uncle will spend the day in the
Casino, so I am free to shop. Come with me and I will show you all the
best boutiques," enticed Veronika.
Jean hesitated. She wanted to hang out with the gorgeous Veronika, but
didn't know if she was ready for a girls' shopping trip.
"Go ahead, Jean," Anne prodded her. "You'll have fun."
Jean swallowed and tried to be brave. It was time to jump into this girl
thing with both feet. She smiled at Veronika, "Okay, Veronika. That
sounds great."
Mark handed his daughter a credit card. "Try not to melt it. I hear
these Monaco boutiques are pricey."
"What about you, Jack?" Veronika asked. "Care to join us? Photos of Jean
in Monte Carlo would be good for your article, no?"
Jack certainly wouldn't turn down a chance to spend time with the
beautiful Veronika. He happily agreed to her suggestion. "Yes, I'd like
to tag along and get some shots. That is if Jean doesn't mind."
Jean blushed. "I don't mind." Actually the thought made her queasy but
she didn't want to chicken out in front of Veronika and Jack.
The threesome got on the first tender and spent a little while walking
around taking general photos of Monaco. The setting between mountain and
the sea was wonderful.
Jack posed Jean for photos on the streets. The girl was stiff and too
self-conscious, but improved after Veronika gave her some tips and told
a few funny stories from her modeling days. Jean wore gray tweed
trousers and a simple white shirt. It wasn't chic, but her remarkably
good looks made it work.
"Are all your clothes this boring?" Veronika asked Jean. She was
appalled the girl's lack of style.
Veronika herself wore a leopard print tunic-style mini dress with a wide
belt. The billowing bodice narrowed to a form-fitting straight skirt
that barely covered her ass. Brown mid-calf boots finished the outfit.
Jack wished she would agree to model for him, or do lots of other things
for him.
Jean frowned and hung her head. "My mom buys all my clothes."
Veronika's eyes boggled. "Your mother buys your clothes? What kind of
girl are you?"
"Not a very good one I guess," fretted Jean. "I don't like to think
about clothes and stuff." She fought back tears. She was blowing it.
Veronika took Jean's hand. "Come along, darling. It's time to introduce
you to the 'Golden Circle.'" She explained that the 'Golden Circle' is a
famous exclusive shopping area, framed by avenue Monte Carlo, avenue des
Beaux-Arts and allees Lumieres. All the famous luxury boutiques were
there.
Jack followed along quietly.
A little while later they were in Gucci. Veronika convinced Jean to try
some things on, but Jean didn't consider actually making a purchase.
There were no price tags on anything but Jean knew it all must be sky-
high.
First Veronika put the redhead in a intarsia tank top and leather pants.
Jack snapped a couple pics and subtly adjusted his pants -- his cock was
swelling. The girl looked hot and it was effecting him, which made him
uneasy.
"I want to see you in dresses," commanded Veronika. They tried a silver
long-sleeve mini dress with all over embroidered paillettes, skinny
pants in stripe visage pattern, and high-heel open toe booties.
Again Jack thought it was hot and told Jean, "You really do look good in
that Jean. Very sophisticated."
The girl beamed but Veronika didn't like the silver top with Jean's red
hair.
The next outfit was a winner. Black sleeveless shift dress and tall
high-heel black leather platform boots. The boots were so high that they
disappeared under the short skirt of the dress.
Jean's excellent legs encased in leather made Jack's heart race. She was
the epitome of sexy European chic. "Look no further, ladies," Jack told
them as he snapped a few pictures of Jean posing in the store. "That
outfit is the one."
"I agree," said Veronika. She told the salesgirl, "We'll take it all --
the dress and the boots."
"Veronika!" Jean exclaimed. "I .. I don't think I can afford this."
"Don't worry dear, I'm buying." Veronika gave the salesgirl a credit
card, then hugged Jean and kissed her on the cheek. "What is money for
if you can't buy gifts for your friends? Don't refuse this Jean. I want
you to have it."
Jean was flustered by the lavish gift and by Veronika's embrace. "Okay,
Veronika. Thank you very much. It's very generous."
Veronika hugged Jean tighter and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Consider this the first step in your education, darling."
Jack wiped sweat from his brow. Veronika was too much.
"Here you are Ms. Zenova," the sales girl said as she returned
Veronika's card. "Please sign here."
Jack caught a glimpse of the total on the charge card receipt: $5200.
Wow, he thought. That's a hell of a gift.
"She'll wear it now," Veronika told the salesgirl. "Please dispose of
her other clothes."
"Yes Ma'am," the shop girl replied. "Please come back soon."
Outside the Gucci store Veronika stopped Jean. "No, Jean. You cannot
slouch in a Gucci dress! You are one of the beautiful people now. Stand
up straight! Imagine you have a steel plate in the top of your head and
there's a powerful magnet in the sky. It pulls you up straight.
Straighter! Feel it lengthen you. Good. That's better."
Veronika continued, "Now, chin up! We do not look at the dirt on the
road." She put a finger under Jean's chin and lifted it. "Up, Jean.
Better. Shoulders back and chest out. Be proud to be a woman. Good. Now
put one foot in front of the other and take a few steps down the
sidewalk. One foot in front of the other! A little swing to the hips.
More! Good. Turn and walk back to me."
Jack snapped a few more pics as Jean walked back. The shy girl was a
quick study. She looked like a confident model or starlet.
Veronika put an arm around Jean and kissed her on the edge of the lips.
"Good girl." Then she took Jean's hand and led her away. She called back
to Jack, "We're going the Casino to check on Max. You can't get in
without a suit, so we'll see you back onboard. Dinner at 7?"
She didn't wait for Jack to answer. He'd been dismissed and could only
watch the two beautiful girls stride away.
Veronika and Jean stood behind Max as he played blackjack. They brought
him luck and he was up a few hundred dollars.
Veronika had an arm around the younger girl's waist and enjoyed the feel
of Jean's body where their sides touched. Veronika liked girls and this
innocent redhead excited her more than any girl in a long time.
Jean saw the men in the Casino watching her and Veronika. She felt like
a real woman in her sexy Gucci outfit, and the warmth of Veronika's body
made her confident. She didn't blush or hide her eyes from the gaze of
the men watching her.
That evening, Jack entered the dining room at 7 pm. Mark and Anne were
there, but Jean, Veronika and Max were missing. "Where's Jean?" Jack
asked Mark.
"We thought she was with you," Mark replied.
"They went to the Casino to check on Max, but I couldn't get in because
of the dress code. Jean must still be with Veronika," he reassured the
girl's parents.
"How was she today?" Mark asked Jack. He was concerned about Jean and
her transition to living as a girl. "Is she okay?"
"She seems fine," Jack reported. "I was afraid the photo shoot or the
shopping would knock her for a loop, but she took it all in stride. I'm
really surprised considering what you told me about her resistance to
the change."
Anne agreed, "We're surprised too, Jack. I can't begin to tell you how
relieved I am. I was so afraid that Jean would continue to resist."
"Veronika is probably a big part of the reason why Jean is doing well,"
Jack explained. "Jean gets along with her, and Veronika is teaching Jean
the advantages of being a woman."
"How are you getting along with Veronika, Jack?" Mark asked.
Jack shrugged. "Well enough I suppose. I'm going to ask her out dancing
tonight."
"That's the way," Mark encouraged him.
"Don't let her break your heart," Anne warned with a frown. "A woman
like that probably has more boyfriends than she can count."
At 7:30, fashionably late, the missing three table companions made an
entrance. Max was in a nice dark suit and on either side of him was a
gorgeous girl. Veronika wore a Herve Leger foil-printed sleeveless
dress. Shimmering bands of gold circled the dress and hugged all of her
curves. Jean still had on her Gucci outfit and her hair was styled in
soft red waves that spilled over her shoulders. The difference between
the two women was striking -- the shining gold dress and bare legs of
Veronika contrasted completely with the black dress and black leather-
encased legs of Jean.
Jack didn't know who looked better, which was a great compliment to
Jean. She had made a huge move up in class.
The girls' entrance turned every head in the room.
Jean kept her back straight, chin up and shoulders back as Veronika had
taught her. One foot fell precisely in front of the other and the sway
of her butt was mesmerizing. Jean smiled at all the attention she was
getting. After the last few hours she was getting used to it. Veronika
said beautiful women drew power from their admirers, and she was right.
Jean felt the energy coursing through her. It made her giddy.
They arrived at the table and Jack pulled out the chair for Jean while
Max did the same for Veronika. "Honey, you look amazing!" Anne said. "So
sophisticated!"
Jean grinned and the innocent girl look returned to her face for a
moment. "Thanks, mom. Veronika bought it for me. It's Gucci."
"Gucci!" Anne blurted. "We can't accept ..."
Veronika cut her off. "Jean has already gracefully accepted my gift,
Anne. I'm proud that she wears it so well."
"That she does," Jack interjected to cut off any argument about money.
"Let me say, Jean -- you look absolutely stunning in those boots. And
the dress isn't half bad either."
"Jack!" Anne complained and Jean playfully punched him in the shoulder.
"What?" Jack laughed. "I guess I'm a legs-in-leather man. You learn
something new every day." Mark and Max chuckled and the women rolled
their eyes.
Jack spent a lot of time during that meal talking with Jean, and he
enjoyed it. Now that she was out of her shell, the girl was smart and
witty as well as pretty.
After they finished dessert, Jean whispered in Jack's ear, "We dock in
Barcelona tomorrow. Want to go boot shopping with me?" And she giggled.
She felt the power of being an attractive girl and wanted to have some
fun with it.
Jack was flustered. She was flirting with him! "Umm, maybe you should
ask Veronika," Jack whispered back to her. "She'd be a lot more help
than me."
"Probably," Jean smirked. "I just thought you might want to go because
you like boots so much."
"Don't tease your elders, Jean," Jack admonished her. "It's not polite."
But he smiled as he said it. He liked Jean's spunk. She was adjusting to
life as a girl very quickly.
Veronika invited Jean to go up to the Crow's Nest, a lounge at the top
of the ship that was the hot spot at night. Jean quickly accepted, but
also asked, "You'll come too, won't you Jack?"
Jack wouldn't miss it for the world. He'd planned to ask Veronika out
dancing anyway, and didn't mind if Jean was there.
The three left and the others at their table went their separate ways.
The Crow's Nest is a stunning nightclub perched at the top of the ms
Rotterdam, decorated in luxurious golds and purples. A wide expanse of
windows provides a panoramic view of the rest of the ship and the sea.
When the ship is within sight of land, the lights of coastal towns and
cities are beautiful at night.
There was only a small crowd in the Crow's Nest when Veronika, Jean and
Jack arrived. Most people wouldn't arrive until 10pm or later.
Jack went to get drinks and Veronika took the opportunity to speak with
Jean. "You and Jack talked a lot tonight at dinner," Veronika observed.
"Do you like him?"
Jean blushed. I don't like guys that way, Jean thought! "He's okay. He's
fun to talk to," she explained.
"Do you like me?" Veronika asked. She put a hand on Jean's leg.
The hand felt burning hot to Jean and the look she saw in Veronika's
eyes was smoldering too. It made Jean's mouth go dry but her nipples got
hard. "I like you a lot," Jean said, nearly panting with desire.
"Good," Veronika said as she brushed Jean's nose with a finger. "We're
on the same page."
Jack returned with the drinks to find Veronika cozied up to Jean. The
former model had the girl's complete attention, maybe because her hand
was stroking Jean's leather-wrapped thigh.
Damn, Jack thought. It appeared that the woman he'd idolized for so many
years was a lesbian.
After a little while, Veronika led Jean onto the dance floor.
Jack watched them and wondered what would happen if Veronika learned
Jean's secret. He hoped that Veronika wouldn't humiliate Jean. He
briefly considered saying something to Mark about his daughter and
Veronika, but decided that he shouldn't butt into Jean's life.
Hours passed and the crowd grew. Jack got a few dances with both Jean
and Veronika, but most of the time he was stuck at their table alone.
Around midnight he decided to call it a night and left.
At the same time that Jack left the Crow's Nest, Veronika and Jean were
dancing a slow dance. They'd danced close all night and now their bodies
molded together like one. Their movements were slow and sensuous.
Veronika worked a knee between Jean's legs and the girl automatically
humped it in a gentle rocking motion.
Veronika was delighted. Jean followed her every lead like the silly
little puppy that she was. Veronika could do great things with a girl as
pliant as this. She put a hand behind Jean's head and gently kissed the
girl.
Jean tried to pull her head back, but only for a moment. Then she
relaxed as the sensation of the kiss washed over her. Hesitantly at
first, then eagerly she returned the kiss.
The song ended and the girls broke their lip lock. They found several
man nearby watching them, and now the guys were cheering. "Woo!" "That
was hot!" "Let's see more of that lez action!"
Jean was mortified. She blushed and hung her head as Veronika hustled
her off the dance floor.
Neanderthals, Veronika thought. "It's getting late," she softly said to
Jean. "Let's get out of here."
Jean wanted to escape so she instantly agreed.
Veronika held Jean's hand but didn't say anything as she let the girl
guide her the way through the ship. This wasn't the time to talk. The
girl was upset and confused, but some hugs and kisses in her cabin would
cure that.
They reached Jean's cabin, an outside stateroom with a balcony. Luckily
it was not right next to her parents' cabin. Once inside, Veronika put
her arms around Jean and held her close. "Are you alright?" She could
feel the girl trembling.
"Those guys ..." Jean began then started to cry.
Veronika held her tighter and the girl returned the embrace. "Girls
kissing is an exciting thing," Veronika explained calmly. "Those men
responded to the excitement in a rude way, but their feelings are
natural." She put a finger under Jean's chin and stared into her eyes.
"I was excited by our kiss. Were you?"
Jean gave a little nod yes. She was calming down and the joy of being
with Veronika was returning.
They kissed for a few minutes and Jean slowly relaxed. She came up for
air and confessed, "That was my first kiss. Tonight on the dance floor
... I never kissed anyone before."
Veronika's jaw dropped. Her first kiss had been at age 12 and she lost
her virginity at 13. This girl was a true innocent! A blank slate for
Veronika to write on. "I'm glad I got to you first," Veronika said. "And
you are very good for a beginner."
Jean giggled and they kissed some more.
Veronika decided not to push the virginal girl any further tonight. She
broke the kiss and breathed, "Sweet dreams, dear. I'll see you
tomorrow."
Jean sighed, "Can we go shopping again tomorrow?"
Veronika grinned. "Of course, darling. We'll get you more sexy clothes."
Jean blushed. "I'd like that," she admitted. She couldn't believe that
the beautiful and sexy Veronika liked her! Being a girl was a lot better
than she thought it'd be!
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