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Trudy Goes Public. Aunt Vanessa as I now called Stuart's mum, picked me up in their new Jaguar from my home. I was dressed in a crop top and mini, my hair in a bob, a new style for me, and one which would be hard to explain away at school. I no longer cared what people thought, now that I had made up my mind to be Trudy evermore. In the car were Stuart and his younger sister Claire. Eleanor was already at the cottage in Brittany, I was told. Stuart sat in the front but as I appeared he got out and Claire settled beside Vanessa. Stuart held the door open for me, then went round and sat beside me in the back. Secretly he grasped my hand and squeezed it in welcome. Vanessa chattered to me as she drove. She was a fast and good driver and we were soon out on to the M25 making for the M3 and Portsmouth where we would catch the ferry. She told me that Tom had waived the money they owed him, hence the new car. She said she owed it all to me and I was to have the best time in France. And I have a small present for you, she said, looking at me in the mirror. "Ooh what?" I asked. "It's a surprise but daddy and I hope you will love it." I looked at Stuart for a clue, but he just shrugged his shoulders. "I know," said Claire from the front seat. "Hello Claire," I said, we haven't met. I reached a hand over the seat but she ignored it. "You do not know Claire. Take no notice Trudy, she is being very difficult, it's her age, twelve. Girls are like that at that age." "I'm not difficult. I just don't get this Trudy drag, that's all." "Don't be rude. Trudy did us a great big favour, so you just watch your manners Claire." Claire sulked the rest of the way. When we were finally onboard the ferry, Claire looked at me. "Are you really a boy?" she asked loudly. Vanessa shook her by the shoulder. "Enough! Behave or you get no allowance." We made for the loos and of course, Claire made a fuss because I was using the ladies. "Right that does it. Excuse us Trudy. Claire and I are going to have a little talk." When they returned, Claire came to me and shook my hand, then offered a cheek for a kiss. "Sorry I didn't understand," she said. "OK. I want us to be good friends." I hoped everything was going to be right with her now. I did not want a psycho teenager making my life a misery. On the drive through France, Stu continued to try to secretly fondle me, but I pushed him away and put the arm rest down. I could not afford to let his mother know that I had lied about what had happened between us at their home. Finally we arrived at the gite. It was far larger than I thought it would be. A typical French villa in style, but proved to have six bedrooms and extensive grounds which ran down to the beach. The sand stretched away into the distance to a village. It was a glorious spot. Eleanor ran to meet us as we stopped in the drive. She made a fuss of her family then Vanessa introduced me. Eleanor, put an arm around me and kissed me on both cheeks, right left then right again. I felt embarrassed by this affection and she sensed my discomfort. "In France for close friends and family, we kiss three times, only two for acquaintances. You are now my family and a dear sister. Come we will get all the bags in and you should see your room and freshen up. Dinner is all ready, so we have nothing to do." Eleanor helped carry the luggage in, then taking my hand led me to what was to be my room. It was so pretty, a predominance of white, bed coverlet, walls, wardrobe, dressing table and rugs, but the beading and coverlet trimmed with blue and pink flowers. The balcony looked out onto the beach. It was en suite, the bathroom not up to date with ancient French plumbing that looked a nightmare. It all worked, Eleanor assured me. She turned on the taps for my bath to run, then left me to my toilet. When I emerged from the scented water, I found a large box upon the bed, pink and white striped, with a Valentino logo. Under the wide ribbon was a card, I took it out. "For dearest Trudy, love from Vanessa and John. Wear it tonight." I undid the bow carefully and removed the lid, then the layers of tissue. I pulled out the black dress carefully, feeling the smooth silk and held it at arm's length. It had wide shoulder bands and a square neck at the front dropping to the shoulder blades at the back. The label also said Valentino. It appeared to be figure hugging but was layered below the hips. I could not wait to get into it. Under it was a basque with suspenders and fine stockings. I had let my robe fall to the floor, when there was a knock at the door and Eleanor appeared. I picked the robe up quickly to cover myself. I was so ashamed of my male body and did not want to be seen by anyone. "Sorry, I forgot, I just thought of you as female, so walked in. Don't be shy with me, I think of you as a young girl friend. I just wondered whether I can help you at all. Have you everything?" "Thank you Eleanor. I just hate anyone seeing what should not be there." "But you have breasts. Mother told me you didn't. How come." "I have managed to get some oestrogen and they developed ever so quickly, over the last four months. I'm so proud of them." "Oh my little love. You are so brave to make this choice." "It is not so much a choice, I just don't think I could live as a male, in fact I think I would rather be dead." I blushed. Eleanor came forward and embraced me and the robe I was holding to cover myself fell from my grasp. Her left hand touched my penis and it reacted as it was programmed to do, confusing me more. "If you have everything, I will leave you. I am just in the next room, so knock on the wall if you want me." It took me a while to compose myself. I began to do my face, then dressed in the basque and stockings and lastly my best black silk panties. I pulled the dress over my head, but found I could not raise the long back zip. I knocked on the wall and heard Eleanor say, "just a minute'. She entered a minute later, looking stunning in a red cocktail dress with red shoes. I turned my back, saying, "Could you zip me please?" "Of course," she said. She raised the zip, and fiddled with the hook and eye. Do a twirl for me. I spun in my stockinged feet. "My. Mum said you were amazing, but you really are. How can you be so beautiful? If you had been born female, they would have had to put a danger signal on you. I don't know what you did for my parents, they won't say, but I know it was an enormous favour. I am not asking you to tell me. Shall we go down together?" We descended to the lounge where Vanessa, Stuart and Claire were already sitting. I thanked Vanessa for the wonderful dress. "It is perfect for your figure," she said, "and you look good enough to eat in it." "Shall we eat?" said Eleanor. The meal was lasagne and salad. Eleanor and Vanessa drank copious amounts of red wine but we Stuart and I were allowed one glass each, while Claire had half a glass. After dinner we played cards until first Claire went to bed and then one by one, we made our goodnights. I was glad to get into my room even though it meant taking off the dress and my makeup. I fell asleep immediately in the great king size bed, almost feeling lost in it. Suddenly I was aware of a disturbance. I rolled over and in the half light could see a figure beside the bed. "What, who? I stuttered. "Sssh! It's only me," came Eleanor's voice. "What's happening ?" "I woke feeling lonely and cold. Are you going to let me in?" "Eleanor........." "Elie.....I just need to cuddle up with someone. I will be really good and let you sleep." I shifted and lifted the cover. She was in the bed in a second and bumped herself across the mattress until she was tight against me. She was completely nude. She rolled towards me and kissed me on the lips, "Thank you, 'she said, "I have been alone too long. Don't you get lonely?" "Of course, but I learn to live with it. My brother is five years older, so I was almost an only child, and being as I am, life has been an act." Her hand fell gently on the silk of my nightdress on one small breast. She massaged it gently. "Poor darling, it must have been a confusing life. Is it getting better?" "I......yes it is getting better, now I am sort of out and know where I am going and doing what I want, being a girl and expressing myself." She kissed me on the forehead, then the lips. I responded gently, then she gave me a full on kiss, forcing her tongue into my mouth, gently playing with my tongue. Her hand moved inside my panties. My penis reacted. "Ah, so you still respond to women, then." "You should know that a penis has a mind of it's own." "And yours has a very nice mind." She disappeared beneath the covers and I felt her teeth nibbling then she started to suck. I desperately wanted her to stop, but instinct overcame sense and I caressed the back of her head as she continued to work expertly on me. I tried to hold back, stopped her once or twice but all the time passion was taking over and then I climaxed with her sucking greedily at me. She emerged from under the sheet that was now the only remaining cover and switched on the bedside light. "Why the light?" I want to see your face," she said, "I wanted to know if that pleased you. It did didn't it." "Yes, of course. Just because I am as I am, does not mean that I do not feel. What are you like? Is this all a game to you?" "No, I was smitten as soon as you stepped out of the car in that mini skirt. You completely turned my head. You turned Stu's too, didn't you. Have you had sex with him? You have haven't you. I know you have." I made no reply. "I am not a whore," I said, "but like a whore, I do not tell tales, just like I shall not say anything about this." "You can if you like. Mother knows what I am like." "What are you like?" "I am bi, so you are perfect for me, everything I want in one package. Here," she reached onto the bedside table, "I brought you a reefer, just in case. I'm having one. She lit it with a silver lighter and passed it to me. It was the first I had ever had. She laughed as I choked on the first draw, but I liked the taste and smoked more before passing it back. When that was gone, we smoked the other one which seemed even stronger, the room swam. "Your turn," she said, "use your tongue on me, find my sweet spot, little darling, give it to me, rub my breast, pinch my nipples." I did as she asked, my tongue flicking over her until she moaned with pleasure. She arched her back gasping then subsided to a quivering mass. "You were so good," she said, "I can see why Stu is so smitten. Let me cuddle you." We snuggled up, she cuddling into my back and we fell asleep. When I awoke it was light. Elie was still beside me. I shook her gently awake. "It's time for you to go back to your room Elie. I don't want to do anything to upset your mother." "Well, if she comes in, I would say just popped in for a chat. However, I don't want to upset you, so I will go. Thank you darling. I will look after you, you know." When she had gone I let out an involuntary sigh. How many more of this family would I have to service. Oh yes it was good fun. I had enjoyed both Stuart and Elie, but it was too complicated. What if they both decided to invade my bed. I would have to lock the door, I decided, and play one off against another. After breakfast, I announced that I was going to swim. No one else wanted to so thankfully, I trotted off across the dunes to the sea, glad to have a little time to myself, and no one to see the bulge in my costume from my penis. Our end of the beach, a kilometre from the town of Sanville, was quite deserted. I plunged into the cold saltwater, loving the feel of swimming in my first grown up costume. After ten or so minutes, I had tired of it and returned to the beach, towelling myself off in the rays of the strengthening sunshine. With more people now moving around, and my area now being invaded by French dog walkers, I tied a sarong about my waist and walked back across the dunes. In the midst of the dunes I was met by Stu. "I was coming to join you," he said, obviously disappointed that I was already returning. "I had a nice swim, but I was a bit chilly, so I'm going back to shower." He was walking back beside me and his arm brushed my bottom as he circled my waist and pulled me to him. His hand gripped against my lower rib and in spite of myself, I found myself aroused. "I want to sleep with you Trudy," he whispered, "let me come in tonight." "Stu, I just can't. If your mum found out, it would be so bad for both of us." "I know Eleanor was with you last night," he said miserably, "it seems anyone but me can have you." "Behave yourself, Stu." Suddenly I realised what many women realise with a man, that although men may be stronger physically, emotional power lies with a woman. "I shall always be grateful for what you did for me, but I also did you a great favour, taking all the blame at your home, submitting to Tom and keeping you all out of Tom's clutches. I am not going to be a whore for you or for Eleanor, and she will find my door locked in future." "So this is how you are going to be, after I helped you come out?" he said nastily. "I have so many pressures on me Stu. I am metamorphosing into a woman. I don't need, can't cope with sexual advances from people who are almost like my family." "You're not a woman, nor a man. Like dad said, neither fish nor foul. How are you going to go back to school?" His disappointment was making him nasty. "Sixth form next year. We take girls in the sixth, don't we?" "Yes, but not as borders." "I am going to have a room with the housemaster and his wife. It has all been arranged." "So, can you do that? Face all the boys as a girl?" "It will not be easy, but then pretending to be a boy has not been easy, in fact it has been bloody difficult, awful. I hope you will help me, you know with the guys if they are horrid." "I'll do what I can, but they will be funny." "We'll see. Come on Stu, let's see what the girls are up to." Vanessa met us at the door. "Stuart," she said, "go and check the car has oil and petrol etc. after our journey. Now, Trudy, come with me. Let's go up to my room, I want to show you something." We climbed the stairs and into her room. She closed the door silently behind us. "Come, sit on the bed beside me. We need to talk.. Firstly I know that Elie was in your room last night. I don't blame you, I know what she is like. It is up to you whether you allow her, but I would rather you did not. In any case, your life is complicated enough. I also realise that Stuart is smitten with your knew persona, he can't take his eyes off you. I understand why, because you are almost unbelievable now compared with the boy he brought back home at Easter. I absolutely forbid anything between the two of you. Have I your word?" "Of course Vanessa." "Good. I thought you were being sensible. Tomorrow, we will go to Paris on the train, all of us. Stuart and Claire can do the Arc and anything else, while I look up some old friends in the fashion world. I still have connections and we may pick up a few freebies. What do you think?" "Lovely. What should I wear." "You have a little suit in your wardrobe, the grey shantung. Where on earth did you get that from?" "A charity shop in Chelsea." "Well, it will do nicely. Heels, you have to wear heels with it and just a white chemise under the jacket. I suggest some nearly black tights or stockings. Now, don't let me keep you from your shower." I made my way to my room, excited about Paris. Vanessa was so kind to me, but very astute at reading what was going on in her family. I stripped off my costume and pulled a change of clean clothes from my wardrobe, mini skirt and a matching top and clean panties. I brushed my teeth then absently backed towards the shower. I jumped and shrieked as a hand gripped me about the waist, pulling me into the shower. I turned to find Elie already there. The water started to stream from the shower head and she giggled wickedly. Vanessa's voice came from the beyond the door. "Are you OK?" "Just cold water, Vanessa. I'm OK now thanks. I said. Elie still giggling drew me into the shower. "Elie, I really don't want this," I protested. "Hey, Trudy, I am going to welcome you to the sisterhood and give you such a good time." The delightfully warm water poured down upon our heads and ran down our bodies. She was rubbing me all over with shower gel, not sparing my groin area, in fact giving it special attention. "Oh look," she said, "Trudy's little man has sprung to life." She grabbed my penis and sank to her knees, taking me in her mouth. It was a moment before passion overcame the shock of this assault and then I succumbed to the bliss of my first blow job. I could not believe how good it felt. It could have been only a couple of minutes before I came, while at the same time she inserted two slender fingers into my anus and played around inside my cavity. It was as much as I could do to not scream out with the pleasure of it. Elie rose and pressed her lips to my quivering mouth and shot a load of my own cum down my throat. She guided my still throbbing penis into her, ramming me against the tiled wall. I moaned in pleasure and disgust, not wanting this assault but my body enjoying the sensations Elie was provoking. "Please, please Elie, no more. I can't stand it." "Why?" she whispered. "I know you are enjoying it. "I can't deal with all this. My mind is in too much of a turmoil." She was now playing with my small breasts, pinching them until the nipples swelled. Then sucking on them while still fingering my penis. I sank to the floor of the shower, curling up into a protective ball. "You OK?" she asked. "Just go Elie. Please, leave me be." After she had gone, I washed myself again, then dried myself. To my surprise, I found tears running down my cheeks. The emotions Elie had aroused had confused my mind. I crawled between the bed sheets and pulled the duvet up around me, allowing myself to sob openly. I could not deal with the contrary emotions, hating my male organ, loving the sensations it gave me, loving my femininity but being assaulted by a woman. Thankfully I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, I knew by the light that it was afternoon. I dressed in panties and bra, then sat at the dressing table. I made up my face concentrating on my eyes, eyebrows defined, eye liner, smokey eye shadow, dark thick lashes. I finished off with bright red lips. I cleaned my nails then carefully varnished them, two colour coats and two clear top coats in pinky grey which would compliment my grey suit tomorrow. I donned the top and mini skirt and flat pumps, then sat in the window reading my book and listening to music with my earphones. So engrossed was I that I did not hear Vanessa enter. I jumped when she touched my shoulder. "Are you OK?" she asked "Oh Vanessa, sometimes the path seems so difficult. While I don't have doubts, I am in a turmoil emotionally. Everyone seems to think I am their plaything." "You mean Elie. I will speak to her. As a beautiful young woman, you have to learn how to reject unwanted advances and how to elicit approaches from people you do like. You should always try to be pleasant, polite, gentle, but also firm and if someone is too pushy, be firm, reject people politely and move away from them. It will not be easy for you. I am always ready to help. Come, dinner is ready and you have not eaten all day." We went to bed soon after dinner so that we could get an early start. At 06.00 sharp there was a loud knock on my door as Vanessa went on her wakeup round. Excitedly, I jumped from my bed and into the shower. I did my makeup carefully clad only in underwear. I pulled on a panty girdle to make sure my masculinity did not spoil my look, hitched suspenders to my new sheer nearly black stockings and surveyed the result in the long mirror. Still watching myself, I carefully drew on the skirt of the silk shantung suit, revelling in just zipping it to my waist, then shrugged into the little peplum jacket. I smiled at my reflection, twirled to make sure all was correct then slipped my feet into the four inch heel grey stilettos. I knew I could last at least three hours in these shoes which were only plastic, but looked good and had been all I could afford to go with the gorgeous suit that had cost over a hundred pounds even in the charity shop. I picked up my clutch bag and headed out. Vanessa met me on the landing and surveyed my look minutely. "Come," she said, "let me just touch you up." She sat me before her vanity mirror and removed the tinge of rouge I had applied to my cheeks, then found a lipstick from her veritable armoury of cosmetics and applied it to my lips. She stared at my face intently. It was disconcerting, feeling like an artist's canvas rather than a person. At last she smiled. "Perfect, though I say it myself." The other three were already having breakfast when we descended. Both Stu and Elie were silent but Claire surprisingly smiled at me. "Crikey, you look so Trudy. No one could even guess you are a boy." "Trudy is a girl, just remember that, Claire." "I didn't mean, you know, to be horrid. It's just she looks so sophisticated, like out of Vogue or something. I hope I will look that good." "You will dear," said Vanessa. We piled into the car for the twenty kilometres to the railway station. Then onto the TGV and we were whisked along the smooth French railway line. Vanessa suddenly chuckled from the seat opposite. I was startled. She placed her hand upon mine across the table. "There's nothing wrong," she said, "it's just I was suddenly overcome by the change in you since the time you first walked into our Lincolnshire home. It's magnificent, and I am enjoying so much turning you not just into a girl but into a sophisticated and beautiful young woman." In Paris, we went our separate ways, Elie to show Stu and Claire the sights, while Vanessa and I entered a taxi for the Champs Elysees. She spoke rapidly in French to the driver, and we were soon gliding to a stop before a cafe. We joined Parisians taking a morning coffee beneath the plain trees. "We have a lot of people to see, my old fashion connections, and I hope that we may get some freebies. So be prepared to meet a lot of people and do exactly as I ask." We headed towards the Arc de Triomphe, turning down a street to the right and into a glass door guarded by a liveried doorman who tipped his top hat to us. The name etched on the glass was vaguely familiar to me as a fashion label. Inside, Vanessa spoke quickly in French to the woman who came forward and we were ushered through to a room at the back, past mannequins displaying dresses and coats. The gentleman sitting behind an ornate desk rose as we entered and came around the desk to greet Vanessa. He took both her hands in his and went through the kissing ritual, then swayed back to survey her. He was immaculately dressed in a grey pinstripe with white shirt and a pink tie with thin grey stripes. His hair was steel grey and waved. He spoke swiftly in French to her, smiling, very charming as though Vanessa was the most important person in his life. Then Vanessa introduced me. He gave me the three kisses and surveyed me, then spoke to Vanessa again and I realised they were speaking about me. I felt embarrassed, wondering what they were saying. "This is monsieur Hugo," Vanessa said to me in English, "I have told him about you and he understands perfectly, so don't be shy." "Non, Mademoiselle Trudy, no shyness. Here we understand all." He spoke good English with an accent like Maurice Chevalier in the film "Gigi'. He held my hand and caressed it. "You look very good, tres chic in your marvellous little costume. Would you like to try some dresses, Trudy?" "I would love to, Monsieur Hugo, so much." "Lisette here will find something for you." He spoke to the woman who had shown us to his office. "Venez, come, we find something beautiful for you to try." She took my hand and lead me away to a dressing room. It was more like a boudoir, some twelve feet square I thought with mirrors and paintings of Paris on the walls. I was left to take off my suit, then two girls entered with arms full of beautiful dresses. Lisette followed them in. "Now we try." The first dress was retro, a 1950's full skirted dress in blue silk with a fitted bodice. A bouffant petticoat came with it and Lisette helped me into these garments. Shoes were produced a little too small, but I struggled into them. "Bon,c'est vrai, vous ette tres jolie, mademoiselle." I twirled before the mirrors, seeing multi images of myself. I felt absolutely gorgeous, the petticoat cosseting my legs and swinging with me. The tight bodice accentuated my growing breasts and my eyes seemed even more blue picking up the blue radiance of the dress. Hugo and Vanessa entered the changing room. Hugo took my arm as though we were strolling in the park and led me out into the salon. "Walk for me, as though you are on the catwalk. Here, I show you." He walked like a model, even managing to reproduce the high stepping action models used when wearing platform shoes. I remembered what Vanessa had said and did my best not to let her down. My embarrassment soon wore off and I was soon enjoying all the attention and trying on these beautiful clothes in expensive fabrics. Other customers entered and studied what I was doing. At last after an hour and a half, Vanessa said it was time to go. I dressed in my suit and made my way to where Vanessa and Hugo were talking animatedly. Lisette stepped forward with a ribbon bound box. "This is for you, dear Trudy. A small gift, for your modelling has sold two gowns for me. You must promise me to return whenever you are in Paris." Hugo kissed me three times again. "Good luck to you. Be brave, oui!" "Oui, Monsieur Hugo. Merci." I leant forward and kissed his tanned cheek again. Then we were into another taxi on to our next call. I was surprised that we were so soon there, a matter of a few hundred yards, but Vanessa explained that with our boxes and in heels we had to pace ourselves. This salon had an Italian name which I recognised, There were hundreds of beautiful shoes in the display, some weird in their design, others classical but in a range of colours one never sees on the high street. Vanessa greeted the proprietor as he came forward to meet her. Then once again it was my turn for the kissing championships. Marco held onto my hand for a long time as he spoke to Vanessa in French. Just as I was wondering whether to shake my hand free, he released me, only to put an arm about my waist as he led us into the inner sanctum of his shoe emporium. Vanessa untied the ribbon on my box and revealed the blue gown that I had tried on at Hugo's. Marco looked at the colour, then smiled craftily. "I think we are in luck. I have the very shoes for this young lady." He turned to an assistant and barked an order. A box was produced and from it Marco lifted patent platforms in the very colour, trimmed with crystals to match. They were beautiful. Marco watched as my face expressed my desire. "You try," he said, "then we find a price." The assistant stepped forward to fit them for me. I felt like Cinderella. I rose and paced the deep carpet, the shoes making me nearly six inches taller. After a few lengths of the floor, I was managing to walk well. Marco nodded approvingly. "Now, how much money have you got?" he smiled his Cheshire cat smile. "These shoes are 700 Euros about ?600. Trade price to you would be ?350, handmade, from the best French leather." He watched the look of consternation fly across my face. He patted my hand. "For you, a gift, to help you on your journey and because my old friend Vanessa has promised that you will walk the catwalk for me tomorrow at my show." I looked to Vanessa for explanation. "Marco has said that he likes your legs and he thinks that with a little tuition you can fill in for a girl that has gone sick." "But we were going home tonight." "You and I will stay in Paris tonight and go home tomorrow." "Why are you doing all this for me?" "Because I want to. I like you Trudy, so much nicer than Tim, and I get a kick out of helping you on your way. Also, you do this and we will both have some gifts to take home. Tonight we are eating out with several old friends with Marco. Now there is something you have to do for me, but I will explain later." We both left Marco with four pairs of his marvellous shoes. Any more packages and the taxi would not have room for us. We soon stopped at a fashion house whose name I did recognise. This was a top house, in the same league as Dior, Chanel and Givenchy. Once again we clattered through the door with our packages and as usual Vanessa was fussed over as I stood like a little mute. We sat. Pierre the proprietor, was a real dandy and I guessed that he was gay. I watched as his eyes flickered over me and back to Vanessa. Eventually he shook my hand and kissed me on both cheeks, then turned back to Vanessa. I wandered off, looking at the dresses and costumes. There were even sets of delicious silk underwear. I was examining a long nightdress in pale cream silk when Pierre and Vanessa appeared beside me. Pierre pulled it from the shelf, letting it fall to its full length. It was trimmed with lace around the bust and back and at the hem. It was absolutely to die for. Pierre thrust it at me as though it was a mere rag, then pulled two sets of underwear, French panties, briefs and thongs and bras and petticoats from shelves, piling them on to my outstretched arms. We moved to the dresses. He stopped by a scarlet cocktail dress. It was stunning. "Would you dare to wear it?" he asked in his thick French accent. "I don't know. Yes I believe I might." "Then try it on now. If it fits it is yours and I think perhaps we have shoes to match." He turned to an assistant and motioned to her to lead me away with the dress. I deposited the underwear on a seat and followed to the changing room. The dress seemed a perfect fit, but it did not please Pierre. He called out a name which I could not catch, but a girl appeared from somewhere with a pincushion on a sort of bracelet. They busily marked and pinned the dress. Pierre said that I would have it for the evening and that it would be ready for me at his home, for it seemed that is where we would be staying the night. We left with Pierre and his right hand man to go to lunch. He called a taxi and we ran the length of the Champs Elysees, crossed the Place de la Concorde, passed the Jardin de Tuilleries, the Louvre and were soon crossing the Pont Neuf and running down the Rue Dauphine into the Latin quarter of the Left Bank. I spotted Notre Dame as we sped along. It was all so exciting and I felt so adult with these sophisticated people in my silk suit and plastic shoes. I noticed Pierre glance at them, a puzzled expression on his face. Then we were set down outside a green shuttered restaurant. Pierre ushered us inside. We were greeted by Miguel, whose father had apparently escaped Franco's Spain and set up a restaurant in Paris, but Pierre assured me, the food was pure cuisine francais. An ice bucket appeared with a bottle of champagne. The cork popped gently under the waiters cloth and the light amber liquid frothed in the glasses. Vanessa proposed a toast to Pierre, then Pierre proposed a toast to the English ladies. Then he proposed a toast to la jeune demoiselle, the young lady, me and we all sipped and laughed. We ate things I had never had before, Pierre explaining that the lobster salad was sprinkled with truffle oil. We ended with duck, still red. I watched as they all ate it with relish, then tasted it myself. It was so tender it melted in my mouth and the taste was divine. It was after three when we left the restaurant. We dropped Pierre at the fashion house, then the staff loaded our packages in a taxi and Pierre instructed the driver to take us to his house which was a few blocks to the north off Avenue de Friedland. Pierre's housekeeper showed us to our rooms, throwing open the French windows which gave onto a balcony over a courtyard garden. The sun filtered through the net curtains into a room that was decorated in Empire style, lots of gold and blue, gilt furniture but modern en suite bathrooms. I had just settled in when Vanessa knocked and entered my room. She sat on my bed and patted it for me to sit beside her. "Pierre has taken a real fancy to you. You are to be his companion at the dinner tonight. I am going to be busy with Hugo and Marco, hopefully keeping them both at arms length." She paused. "Pierre is a gentleman, but one with his own tastes. He is expecting you to sleep with him tonight. It would be respectful of him and his generosity if you could do that. Can you? Would it hurt you? If it is too much you must say. All I can say is that he is a nice man, a gentleman. Would it be too much? You see, there are times when as a woman, we do these things, make love to someone, feign affection as a way of getting through life. How do you feel." "He is quite old. Does he know how old I am?" "He thinks you are nineteen. That is what I told him. If you cannot do it, feign falling asleep or illness, but you know, he has given you nearly ?5,000 of clothes today and he will be a contact for you forever more." "Lie back and think of England!" I said. "If you can. Can you?" "I think so, with your help Vanessa. Will you help me get ready?" "Of course. You will wear the red dress he chose for you and the matching shoes. I think the set of black underwear, suspenders and invisible stockings. I will make sure you are perfect and do your makeup. We are going to the opera and then to a very smart restaurant. It will be a long night. I should try to get some rest now." I lay on the bed in my underwear with just the sheet over me. I thought I should never be able to sleep, the proposed evening and what was expected of me praying on my mind. When I awoke it was to find Vanessa gently shaking me. I showered, then dressed in the boned black basque, French panties and stockings, hitching them to the suspenders of the basque. I took the red silk dress from the hanger and stepped into it. I managed to raise the back zipper halfway where it stuck, so I walked next door and knocked on Vanessa's door. I entered when she asked me too. She was already dressed and made up. She soon zipped me up then twirled me round. "Now I am going to make you so beautiful." She sat me before the vanity mirror and started her work, using just a little foundation on my skin then made sure my eyebrows were trimmed and neat and equal. Next she lined my eyes with black kohl pencil and deep blue eye shadow followed. Finally she curled my lashes and applied mascara, three coats, explaining that it was better to give three coats than one heavy one as it gave more length but did not clog. She applied the merest touch of rouge to my cheeks, taking it up to my hairline. Lastly, she delved deep into her lipsticks, managing to find one the approximate colour of my dress. As a finishing touch, she put a pair of her own crystal drop earrings in my lobes, then using her heated tongs and straighteners attended to my hair. It was only then that I was allowed to see my reflection. The young woman staring back at me had the largest smokey eyes. Her cheeks seemed hollow, accentuated by the way Vanessa had applied the blusher. Luscious lips pouted, glistening brilliant red against white skin. I looked vulnerable but at the same time, proud. My blonde hair was arranged in a modern style, not too smoothed down, almost wild but in a restrained and cultivated way. "What do you think of her?" Vanessa asked as I surveyed my reflection. "Unbelievable. I feel like Narcissus, in love with my own reflection. Can I tell you Vanessa. As Tim I wanted to end my life. Now looking at this apparition, I want to live forever. Thank you so much." "And tonight, with Pierre?" "It will be fine. I am not afraid. It is quite exciting." We descended to the salon where we found Pierre waiting for us. He was dressed in full evening dress, complete with cape and cane, still the absolute dandy, but so charming. The opera was La Boheme, a story that I had learnt, a tragedy of penniless students and death in a garret but with some beautiful arias. It was a glittering scene, here in Paris where the audience still seemed to dress for the occasion. Then we were off to a restaurant off Les Halles, a Russian name, which I cannot remember. There were twelve of us sat around the table, a merry party of sophisticates, starting the evening with champagne and moving on to red wine, which Pierre told me was claret from Bordeaux, like blackcurrent cordial, fruity, powerful and heady, then a sweet white wine, sauterne with the sweet, the wine too sweet for my taste. I found myself the centre of attention and from somewhere found a strength and confidence I did not know I had, responding to their gentle teasing, accepting their compliments. I did not mind Pierre's roving hand beneath the table, caressing my thigh, feeling my suspenders and giving them a little tweak. He turned his face to mine and kissed me full on the lips in front of everyone. There were lots of ooh la las, and laughter and winks. And yet I did not feel embarrassed. At last, we left for Pierre's at two am. I felt tired and a little squiffy from the wine and heavy food. Vanessa asked if I was OK and I nodded and kissed her good night. Then Pierre led me up to his suite. His room was very large, and contained a giant four poster bed, with curtains which he drew. He sat in a chair and asked me to undress, watching my every movement finally I stood in my basque, stockings and shoes. He beckoned me to him and sat me down on his knee. He grasped my jaw and turned my face to his then kissed me full on the lips, his tongue seeming unbelievably long, twisting around mine, sucking it out and flicking it with his. What fear I had after all the alcohol left me as passion started to take me over and I responded. Pierre lifted me up, though not a large man he seemed very strong and I submitted to his will. We moved to the bed, the French panties pulled from my legs by his deft hands. He laid me on the bed and asked me to wait a moment. He reappeared in a silk dressing gown, having dimmed the lights to a mere glow. Gently he worked KY into my anus, then entered me, at the same time working on my penis. I submitted, ecstatic in his skilled hands. He fucked me three times but kept me in a state of high sensitivity, not allowing me to climax, stopping as soon as he sensed I was nearly there, laughing at my pleading, burying his teeth in my neck, so that my back arched with the ecstatic pain. At last, when he seemed satiated, he withdrew, then turned me over and blew me, sucking me dry, it seemed over and over as I writhed about the bed, clawing at him, hating him, yet loving the feeling deep within my abdomen that this treatment had conjured. At last, he laid me in the sheets, caressed my hair and whispered endearments. We fell asleep. In the morning when I awoke, he was already gone. I picked up my clothes and made my way to my room. I stayed in the shower a long time, playing water on my sore behind, hoping that he had not done me permanent damage. I heard someone in the room and wrapped in the bath sheet emerged to find Vanessa sitting on my bed. "How are you?" she asked. "I'm fine, a bit raw and a bit tired. What are we doing today Vanessa. I haven't got to make love to anyone today, have I?" "Of course not. Pierre has had his desire fulfilled. All you have to do is Marco's shoe show this afternoon. Now we need to practice. Get dressed and then I am going to put you through your paces." I spent the next hour practising my mannequin walking in my highest platforms until Vanessa was satisfied that I would not skate on a heel or break an ankle. She taught me how to shift my hips on each step so that I had a sexy but natural wiggle to my rear. Then she dressed me in one of the other dresses that Pierre had given me. We ate a light breakfast at 11.00 then it was into the taxi to Marco's. His shoe empire was bouncing with people, guests drinking champagne, models being coifed and made up. I joined the models and was processed with the others, dramatic makeup in vivid colours, hair slicked down or spiked or twisted into strange shapes. I was dressed in a grey pencil wiggle skirt which ended six inches above the knee. Grey bondage sandals with crystal trimmings were straped on my feet and I was given a number to hang from my belt. We models queued up in order and one at a time made our way the length of the runway. I spotted Vanessa in the second row. I managed the trip up and down without mishap, then we repeated the trip three abreast, arms linked, laughing as though we were girls out on the town. There was rapturous applause and we all took to the catwalk, draping ourselves over each other, some sitting others standing, moving to show off our footwear. Then Marco appeared to more applause and it was over. It had been fabulous. Marco kissed each model, made a special thank you to me and presented me with another box which I saw was from Pierre's. Vanessa collected me. She had accumulated all our parcels and boxes and the porters helped us stow them in the taxi to the Gare Montparnasse for Eurostar to Rennes. I was glad to be aboard and fell asleep. Eleanor was there to meet us with the car. We crammed our parcels into the boot and over the rear seat. Eleanor was a little huffy and did not respond to my attempts at conversation until we were nearly home. As I got out of the car, she kissed my cheek and flicked my buttock cheekily. It was going to be another long night I suspected.