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Christopher The Biker Femme - Part Two free porn video
In our first part Christopher, goes to a bar and gets mistaken for a
woman by a lesbian biker. He tries to tell Beryl and her friends but
they dismiss her protestations because they can't believe someone so
beautiful and feminine could be a man. When Beryl does finds out the
truth she abandons at a remote park leaving Christopher without his
handbag, which is in a compartment under the seat of Beryl's bike.
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Christopher the Biker Femme - Part 2
By Cherie Petersson
The girls look after me for the weekend but eventually I have to go
back to work on Monday.
For the first time in several months I go to work in pants, instead of
a skirt.
Virginia one of our clients, if she visits, will be most disapointed.
So was everyone else.
"What's happened Chris? Please don't tell me you want to be a boring
bloke, says Bonnie the receptionist.
"I tell her lots of other girls (oops, girls?) wear pants sometimes.
I arrive at my desk and my boss Jenny tells me she misses my shapely
legs. I remind her that I'm technically a male, she smirks and say,
"yeah technically."
Around mid-morning my phone rings for the hundredth time but the voice
on the other end says, "hi Chrissy."
I'm dumfounded for a moment at this lack of business telephone manner
protocol - she didn't even introduce herself!
But then I realise it was Nikki, she said she has my handbag, she wants
to know if she can come to the office and give it to me.
She arrives early in the afternoon and in front of afternoon everyone
greets me like a long lost friend and gave me my handbag.
Nikki told me that Beryl is upset but understands how the confusion
could have been caused and would I like to meet her for lunch. My
stomach suddenly hurts.
"Oh come on Chris, that's the least you owe Beryl, she's even starting
to see the humour in what happened.
"How do I know she doesn't want to beat me up," I replied.
"I give you my word, she just wants to talk, she still has fond
thoughts of you.
"She's a lesbian!"
"Look please at least meet her, you'll be in front of everyone in this
office and down a the cafe, you won't be alone, so you'll be safe."
We agree on Tuesday lunch.
Nikki greets this news by hugging me and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh Chrissy thank you," she says still hugging me.
"And you'll be doing her a big favour if you wear one of those cute
skirts tomorrow."
"I'll think about it," I said trying to unwrap myself from her arms but
she still manages to keep hold of one of my hands - gee she's strong.
We walk over to the elevators. "You're such a good sport Chrissy!"
I go back to my desk and Jenny ask me if that's Beryl.
"No just her friend's girlfriend Beryl is coming tomorrow."
Jenny goes back into her office, around 4.30pm I come back from the
coffee room and see that Wendy, Trish and Debbie are in Jenny's office.
Wendy calls me in, I go in and they're all sitting down, it looks like
an intervention.
The Femmy Boy in Red
It's Tuesday morning and after breakfast I'm deciding what to wear. As
much a I played down it down to my friends and my boss I really wanted
this lunch to go well. The naturally cautious side would be to wear
something nice but drab and hope that she is civilised at the cafe but
depart on good terms and never see each other again.
But I'm sick of being cautious.
It doesn't escape me why I've never had a girlfriend. Women never see
me as boyfriend material, instead I'm always treated as one of the
girls. I have virtually no facial hair, a hairless body, I'm fascinated
with women's fashion and hate men's clothing, I've gotten called ma'am
or miss my whole life. No wonder girls don't want to date me I'm
virtually a woman although I've never really identified as a man or a
woman. I prefer effeminate male.
Maybe the best bet for love would be with a lesbian.
I decide to go all out and wear the dress I bought with my first ever
paycheck. Yes, it wasn't Jenny and Virginia who got me into skirts,
I've been trying on my sister's clothes since I was 10 and my mother's
clothes in my later teenage years.
As well as the man skirts, I have about half a dozen dresses in my
closet. A little black dress and few summer dresses and of course my
first ever dress.
It's red and it's not what you'd call typical office attire, it's
definitely for going out at night. It does cover the shoulders with
short sleeves it's loose at the front so I can disguise that I have no
breasts and its knee length. It's more smart and feminine than sexy,
then again I don't have the girl parts to pull the sexy look off.
It's the most beautiful dress I could ever wear and I've never worn it
outside my apartment.
I put on my red panties, red camisole, black stockings, and black
three-inch pumps. I sit down and put my red nail polish on. Then my
make-up. Nothing too out there. just some foundation, mascara, but I do
wear my bright red, matte, Poppy King lipstick that is exactly the same
colour as my dress and nail polish.
I wear my hair down and put in my favourite gold hoop earrings.
I spray some perfume on my body then put the dress on.
I look in the mirror, oh my gosh they're all going to freak at work.
Jenny and the girls are going to accuse me of lying to them, playing
down the lunch. Well, changing one's mind a a femmy boys' perogative,
isn't it?
They all know, who I'm dressed up for and where I'm going at lunch.
My intentions could not be clearer.
The dress just screams: "Yes, I want to be your lover Beryl."
I go out to my car, there's a group of guys riding past on racing bikes
and they almost crash trying to catch a look of me.
Right affect, wrong gender.
I arrive at work, sit in the car with butterflies in my stomach. I
realise, that to the others in the office although I've worn skirts to
work before it was at the urging my boss Jenny and one of our most
important clients.
I realise today I'm sort of coming out to the whole office by wearing a
dress that I've bought myself.
My stomach churns, I feel sick but I also feel a little bit liberated.
I get out of the car, get in the elevator, it's empty, I have a good
look in the mirror in the elevator. Who is that abolutely stunning
person in the mirror.
I get out of the lift and walk towards the reception desk, Bonnie is on
a phone call, looks up and covers her mouth as she gasps. She swivels
her chair so she can watch me walk past. I smile and nod hello to her.
She mouths "Oh my gosh," to me. She then resumes her telephone
conversation, "I'm sorry sir, I didn't ..."
Right affect, right gender, wrong person - a hopeful start.
I walk through the office, not everyone is there at this time of the
morning but the few that are turn their heads.
I get to my desk and get started, check messages etc etc.
I'm looking through Jenny's diary and look up, there's a group of
collegues standing in front of my desk, I greet them. Louise is the
first to talk.
"Did Virginia and Jenny tell you to wear that Chris?"
"No I bought it myself."
"When."
"About three years ago, I've only just gotten up the nerve to wear it
in public."
One of the girls from make-up giggles and says "and she wants to
impress someone."
Everyone in the group smiles and chuckles and then walks away..
About 20 minutes later, I'm writing an email and I look up and my best
friends Trish, Debbie and Wendy are all standing in front my desk
smiling and giving each other knowing looks.
They stand there for a few minutes but don't say anything. Debbie looks
as if she wants to break the silence but the other two look at her to
silence her.
"Jenny won't be in until 9.30, she's at a breakfast meeting," I said
trying to break the silence. I almost laugh saying it.
Trish says: "Well that's only only 10 minutes away, we'll wait in her
office, we have a very important meeting about a little boy who is
about to do a very foolish thing."
Wendy looks at me trying to look serious but can't help but have a
small smile. Trish holds the door to Jenny's office open and then
closes it after the other two walk in.
Intervention - Part Two is about to start in 10 minutes.
About fifteen minutes later my boss, Jenny come by, coffee in one hand,
talking on her mobile phone. She does a double take and drops her
coffee. Stands there for a a few seconds, her mouth agape.
Right affect, right gender and, you could argue, right sexual
orientation.
Wrong person? I wish that wasn't the case, I've always had a bit of a
crush on my boss, even though she's about 16 years older than me. But
she's been with Cheryl for about 15 years now and I don't think that
will change.
I rush over to clean up the coffee. Jenny grabs my arm to stop me. I
can hear the person on the other end of the call is saying "hello
hello." Jenny tells the person she's just dropped her coffee and she'll
have to call back.
"No Chris, get someone else to clean that up, you don't want to get
that lovely dress dirty,"
I stand back up and Jenny picks up the empty cup and smiles at me.
"That really is lovely Chris"
"Do a twirl."
I turn around and show her the full look.
"Whose is it? Chris"
"Mine."
"No, silly! Who are you wearing?"
"You don't know, do you? You work in the fashion industry but you're so
ditzy with labels - any other boss would have sacked you by now."
"I'm sorry, Jenny."
"Just kidding darling, you do look absolutely gorgeous, or should I
say, more gorgeous that usual?" Jenny teases.
"Aren't you going to ask the boy in red, why she's wearing it," Trish
says from the doorway of Jen's office.
"Oh I think we all know the answer to that one, he's absolutely
irrisistable, he'll get eaten up.
"Ah Jenny, there's some people in you're office waiting to see you, I
say, trying to be professional..
"Of course there are darling but you're not going anywhere until I find
out who you're wearing, turn around and hold your hair up."
I do as I'm told, and Jenny puts down her phone, handbag and coffee
cup. She partially unzips me.
"What are you doing??"
"Just trying to find the label, if you remembered the brand I wouldn't
have to do this."
I can sense the other three behind me.
"Beautiful lingere," I hear Wendy say under her breath.
"Yes not one of ours (as in not one of our clients), but I'll forgive
you for that, Jenny finally said.
I feel Jenny tug my dress, I hear the others go "ooh."
Debbie says, "They were big a few years back, they got taken over by
that foreign company."
"Yes the French one, I can't remember the name," Wendy says.
Jenny zips me back up, I turn around.
"When did you get it," Jenny says as she helps to tidy up my hair.
"Three years ago, with my first pay check."
The four of them gasp and stifle a laugh.
"You little clothes horse Chrissy," Trish laughs. "They had big sales
when they got taken over, You must a got that dress for a song!"
"Clever girl," Debbie says, "Sorry Chris, I meant boy... I mean..."
"Well we certainly have something to talk about," Jenny said.
About the brand or Chris" asks Wendy.
"Both," says my boss, come on in ladies."
The four of them walk into Jenny's office, I follow them but Trish says
"She said ladies," pokes her tongue out and closes the door in my face,
I stand there in front of the door, enjoying Trish's little joke, a
minute later she opens the door.
"Jenny there's a lost little girly boy at the door, would you like to
see her or him?"
Trish takes hold of my hand and walks me into the office. The four of
them are sitting around Jenny's office, Jenny is about to say something
but Debbie says
"You're absolutely adorable Chris."
"Do a turn," Wendy says.
I turn around, absolutely loving the attention.
"You're realy enjoying this aren't you, Trish says.
I nod beaming a smile..
Trish says: "Well I don't think us liking the way you look is the
point, I would I have thought a tracksuit and a pair of running shoes
would be more appropriate for a meeting with Beryl."
Wendy says, We're very concerned about your safety Chris, if Beryl
beats you up, how are you going to defend wearing that."
"She's not going to beat me up, Nikki said she wouldn't."
"And you lied to us," my boss says.
"I didn't lie, I just changed my mind.
"Yesterday I was shocked she would want to meet me and I thought, okay
it would be a good chance to clear things up and we'll be in public
places and I should be safe.
"But then I thought, why not go for it."
"Chris there are plenty of other women in the world, who would just
love to meet..."
"THEN WHERE ARE THEY! "I'm sorry for interrupting Jen, but where are
they."
"And I didn't lie yesterday, Jen, I really told you the truth, I just
changed my mind." I said.
"Any guy would love you go out with you looking like that."
"For the hundredth time Debbie, I'm not gay, I'm not a woman trapped in
a male body, I'm a hetrosexual, effeminate male, who loves everything
about women, including women's fashions and hates virtually everything
about men."
"Beryl's virtually a bloke," Trish says.
"She's not a bloke, she a woman.
"She has male mannerisms, Wendy says, who knows you might get to like
guys.
"I have male mannerism, I also have female mannerisms. Yeah Beryl is a
bit butch, but she's definitely a woman. Not everything is black or
white there are shades of grey."
"Well Christopher, the questions still remain about your safety," Wendy
said.
"You're kidding right? Jenny was stunned, she dropped her coffee when
she saw me, Bonnie was on the phone when I came to work and she forgot
all about her phone call."
"I think wearing a stunning dress like this will help protect me."
"You were all so keen for me to be with her on Friday, why the change?"
She's been hostile to you Chris," Debbie says.
"Yeah but she knows I'm a bloke now, there's no misunderstanding
anymore," I said.
Debbie said, "Is this you're best hope Chris, dating lesbians."
"You said it youself, lesbians hate crossdressers,' Trish said.
Wendy then tells me to go home and change into something more modest
and professional.
"But I love what I'm wearing, if Jenny thinks that what I'm wearing is
unprofessional, I will go home and change in an heartbeat, but at lunch
I really want to take a chance with Beryl," I said.
"Jenny, is it okay if I wear this to work?" I ask.
"Oh of course darling! You look lovely! It's probably not what a
executive assistant would usually wear but I think in this industry
it's good for you to show off your taste, be a little bit edgy and show
that our company is a little bit edgy and creative.
"And speaking as a lesbian, I would have loved to have met a beautiful
boy in a gorgeous dress like that when I was in my early twenties or
late teens.
"He wouldn't have offfended me at all, but that's just me, I'm very
open minded.
"We'll go shopping on Saturday for some more dresses to wear at work,
if you like Chrissy," Jenny said.
Trish asks, "When is Beryl coming?"
"Umm lunchtime," I reply scratching my lip, trying to remember if Nikki
named a time.
"Oh he's in love!" Debbie squeals.
"He would never miss a detail like that, normally," she adds.
Jenny asks: "Well do you have a number?"
I stand there confused, the others giggle.
Wendy orders me to go back to my desk and find out the number.
"When you get it call her, find out what time Beryl will be here and
we'll make sure we're at the cafe to make sure she doesn't do nasty to
anything to you.
I go back to my desk and try to remember the name of the company.
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