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THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS
I guess it all started about three years ago when my company sent me to
Sydney, Australia, on an extended posting. I work in the mining industry
and whilst I had previously visited Perth, this was my first time in
Sydney. I have worked for my company, TransWorld Mining, for about twenty
five years and am now in my middle 40's. If I am honest I have to
acknowledge that my career peaked some time ago. I am no longer "up and
coming", but, fortunately, neither am I seen as being "over the hill." I
am on of those somewhat boring, reliable people who can be sent out to
help resolve those inevitable logjams that bedevil large corporations. Not
a particularly exciting job, but it suited me.
My name is Mariusz Ashkenov and I am British! My name stems from the fact
that my parents escaped from Poland during World War II and afterwards
settled in England. They were proud of their heritage and insisted we all
use our Polish names. After they had died I anglicised it to Maurice Ash
for professional purposes, but by then it was too late. From my childhood
onwards all my friends nicknamed me M A and that abbreviation stuck.
I had been married but my wife had died in a car accident some years
before and we had no children. I had therefore settled into a quiet,
humdrum bachelor lifestyle. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't celibate and had
enjoyed happy relationships with several charming women during the
intervening years. I just hadn't found anyone special enough to measure up
to my late wife. I had slipped into comfortable, dull middle age.
Thus things stood when I arrived in Sydney. I had absolutely no idea how
dramatically my situation would change over the next few months.
As my posting was going to last at least six months, I decided that,
rather than live out of a suitcase in a hotel, I would rent an apartment.
I was extremely lucky; I found a really nice apartment in a converted
house within easy commuting distance of both my office and the
entertainment quarter of the City. I would have a wide choice of
restaurants, theatres, cinemas and clubs in which to spend my single
evenings.
My apartment wasn't particularly large. I had a decent sized living/
kitchen area with windows that overlooked a park; a double bedroom with
plenty of wardrobe space - much more than I would need for my meagre
collection of clothes - and a surprisingly large, well lit bathroom with
lots of mirrors and a vanity unit. The letting agent explained that the
previous tenant had been a rather fashionable young lady who had, herself,
paid for changes to the apartment to meet her needs. To my taste her style
was somewhat over the top, lots of pastel colours and flowery fabrics.
But, so what; I was only renting the place for six months and I could live
with the d?cor for that amount of time...also the rent was very
reasonable!!
There were three other apartments in the converted house. I had the
smaller one on the ground floor. Opposite me, across the hall was a
larger, 2 bed flat occupied by a three young women. I gathered from the
agent that they were performers at a local club. Upstairs, on the first
floor, there were two similar apartments. The one above mine was taken by
a single lady in her late thirties and the larger one by two women who, as
I learned from my gossipy agent, constituted a lesbian "item"! None of
this caused me any concern. In fact I quite looked forward to the idea of
living in such a diverse community for the next few months.
I moved in immediately and it did not take long to set out my meagre
possessions in the flat. Over the next few days I quickly became on
smiling terms with my neighbours as we passed each other in the hall.
It was about a week later that I learned my community was even more
diverse than I had initially thought. I came in rather late one night and
bumped into the girls from across the hall, who were also just returning
home. They had all had a bit too much to drink and, whilst not drunk, were
a bit noisy and excited. I gathered from their conversation that their
show had gone particularly well that night and that an impresario from
America had been in the audience and was talking about offering them an
engagement as a supporting act in Las Vergas. It was as they were talking
about their act that the penny dropped. They were not, in fact "girls" at
all; they were actually "Ladyboys" performing and living a transgendered
lifestyle!
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. To my eyes they were so
blatantly feminine; it was hard to believe that underneath all their
pretty finery they were concealing their male appendages! I was surprised
but not shocked. You can't travel the world for 25 years or so, as I had,
without encountering a wide range of lifestyles. I had long since learned
not to judge people by their outward behaviour but by who they were
underneath. In the past I had often had to change my opinions as I got to
know people better.
The "girls" all had a good laugh over my misjudgement of their gender and
invited me into their flat for a nightcap drink and so that we could all
introduce ourselves properly. Two of the girls - as I continued to think
of them - came from Thailand. Their names were Mai-Li and Nancy and they
were both very petit, pretty women with long dark hair, small breasts and
long, slim legs. The third girl was Gloria. She was an American; blonde;
taller; and with a much more curvy figure. They were all in their early
20's. Whilst Gloria had no trouble addressing me as "M A", the best the
two Thai girls could managed sounded like "em-aye."
We settled down with our drinks and they soon had me in stitches of
laughter as they recounted tales of their show and the punters who came to
see them. They insisted that I should make a visit to their club at the
earliest opportunity so that I could see them, and their colleagues,
performing. I readily agreed as I had never seen a "Ladyboy" show and was
intrigued as to what it would be like. We finished our drinks, said
goodnight, and I retired to my own flat. Well, I thought as I went to
sleep, I have made some nice new friends there.
If the girls across the hall came as a bit of a surprise, I am pleased to
say the occupants of the other two flats were much more straightforward.
The woman who had the flat above mine was called Joyce. She had a sweet
face and had retained a figure that belied her 37 years. She ran a small,
specialist bookshop in the local mall and, as our working hours did not
coincide, I hadn't had too many opportunities to speak to her. However,
when we did pass in the hall, we always swopped a smile and a quick
"hallo."
The lesbian couple in the final flat had, I discovered, been together for
some seven years and were, to all intents and purposes, a regular
marriage. Maybe Fiona was slightly more assertive than Mary, but that was
about as far a role differentiation went. They certainly did not fit the
stereotypical image of a lesbian couple - one all butch and the other
overtly femme. They were just a pleasant pair of neighbours. Their passion
was for playing cards; especially bridge, and they had a regular, weekly
card evening with Joyce and a friend of theirs from across town.
So, for a week or two, the lives of our little community settled in
comfortable routine; weekly card games for Joyce, Fiona and Mary; quiet
evenings in for me; and noisy returns from work on the part of Mai-Li,
Nancy and Gloria.
Needless to say I had taken up the girl's invitation to their club. I had
enjoyed their show very much but cross-dressing wasn't my scene and I did
not make a second visit. I did like the three boy-girls though and admired
they way they were pursuing their chosen way of life. We became good
friends and I would occasionaly join them after work for a nightcap and
chat. Although I was considerably older than them, this didn't seem to
matter and they treated me as an older brother or uncle. I also got into
the habit of helping them out with the heavier chores in their flat. All
three were on hormones and these had taken a toll on their previous
masculine muscle strength.
One evening I joined them for a drink and noticed that whilst Gloria was
as high as a kite and very excited, Mai-Li and Nancy were rather quite and
subdued. It gradually emerged that the American impresario from Las Vegas
had offered Gloria a role in his new show, but not the other two. They
were pleased for their friend but sad the trio was going to have to split
up. Gloria moved out shortly afterwards amid much hugging and a few tears
and subsequently went on to a very high profile career in America as a
top-line female impersonator.
The other two girls decided not to look for another flat mate but, for the
first time, each have a room of their own. One Sunday there was a knock on
my door and there was Nancy looking dishevelled in tee-shirt and shorts.
Could I please come and help them? They had purchased a second-hand
wardrobe for Nancy's new room but it was proving difficult to put
together. I was happy to help out.
I soon discovered they had bought a brute of a piece of furniture; all
real, heavily carved wood in lots of sections and no instruction booklet.
I thought erecting Ikea furniture a bit of a challenge but this was
something else. Soon I was dripping wet with sweat. I had torn a long rip
in my trousers on an unnoticed nail and my shirt was filthy with years of
accumulated dust. Eventually between us we succeeded in putting it
together and the girls decided we all deserved a celebratory glass of
champagne. They went off to shower and change and came back looking sweet
and fresh in pretty, summary dresses. They took one look at me and told me
there was no way I was going to be allowed to sit on their sofa in the
state I was in. I was promptly marched off to their bathroom and firmly
told to get cleaned up.
As I showered and washed my hair I realised I rather liked the feminine
scents of the products I was using. I felt relaxed and at ease. Drying
off, I heard giggling coming from the other room and then noticed my
dirty, torn clothing had been removed from the floor. The only garment to
put on was a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door. Whilst feminine in
cut and trim, it was not overtly so, being made of white towelling with
pink piping. I didn't, therefore, worry too much about putting it on and
walking into the living room. "I'll just pop across to my flat and pick up
some clean clothes" I told them but, giggling, they refused to let me
leave.
They told me they had long joked about seeing how I would look as a woman
and this was the opportunity for them to find out. Perhaps I had had too
much champagne, but I found myself joining in the laughter and agreeing -
"just this once" - to go along with their plan. Squealing with delight
they told me Gloria had left a couple of cases of clothes behind when she
moved out and being more my size than they were, they thought they might
be able to find some things to fit me. With some trepidation I watched as
they pulled the cases out of a cupboard. What had I let myself in for?!!
My years of travelling had kept me fairly fit and in trim and I have
always been slightly built, so there was at least a decent chance I would
fit into some of Gloria's old clothes. It did not take long for the girls
to have me tucked into a tight fitting gaff with my male parts firmly
squashed out of sight. It was a little uncomfortable at first but the
feeling of compression soon passed. Next I was laced into a simple, black
waist cinch. As the girls tightened the laces I thought they would cut me
in two. This was definitely NOT a comfortable garment! A garter belt was
fastened round my waist and a pair of sheer black stockings rolled up my
legs and attached to the clips on the garter belt. I have to confess to
finding the taut pull of the garters and the sound of the nylons rubbing
together as I moved my legs rather erotic.
Next up was a lacy black bra. It was a fairly substantial garment and Mai-
Li explained this was necessary in order to properly contain the breast
forms, which were the next items added to my rapidly changing appearance.
The forms were very realistic and Mai-Li told me that when glued on
properly and the edges blended in with a little make-up, they were
virtually indistinguishable from the real thing. As we were just fooling
around, on this occasion she said she wouldn't bother with the glue, but
just slip them into my bra. (I noted the "on this occasion" with some
trepidation!)
The girls now sat me down in front of a mirror and proceeded to make up my
face. Foundation quickly hid any residual trace of my beard shadow and
powder and blusher brought a nice contouring to my face. Brown and cream
eye-shadow and lashings of mascara and eye-liner gave me smoky,
smouldering eyes. My brows were a little bushy, but, with a judicious of
theatrical pan-stick and an eyebrow pencil they were somewhat reduced. (I
heard Nancy muttering "they will look better after plucking." Again a
nervous shudder ran through me; just what was I getting into).
A light brown, shoulder length wig was placed over my hair and, to my
amazement I saw, in the mirror, an image of a reasonably attractive young
woman sitting there in her undies. Yes, a "young" woman; the
transformation effected by the girls had knocked at least 10 years off my
apparent age. To say I was astounded would be a major understatement!
By now the girls were really into their stride and keen to complete my
transformation. Many of Gloria's clothes were inappropriate for a woman of
my apparent years but Nancy quickly dug out an emerald green silk dress
and matching jacket that she thought would be just right for me. The dress
was sleeveless, knee length and fairly form fitting. It had a simple scoop
neckline that hinted at my cleavage without being overly revealing. Once
on it really emphasised the curves created by my foundation garments.
Simple black court shoes with a three inch heel threw me slightly off
balance and the girls made me walk up and down until I felt comfortable
wearing them. I found that wearing heels made me walk differently, with
small steps and a more precise placing of my foot on the ground.
The matching jacket had three-quarter length sleeves and was fairly boxy
in shape. It came to my new waistline and finished off the outfit
delightfully. A lady's watch on one wrist and a gold bracelet on the
other, together with a simple gold chain necklace and clip on earrings
completed my ensemble. (Muttering from the girls to the effect that they
would have had a better choice of earrings if my ears had been pierced,
gave me another moment of doubt).
Now I was able to take a look at myself in a full-length mirror, I was
staggered by my transformation. A non-descript, middle-aged man had become
an attractive 30 something woman. In no way could I compete with Mai-Li
and Nancy, but they were many years younger than me and had had years of
practice at being a woman. I have to admit to being very pleased at the
image I presented. Mai-Li and Nancy were delighted with their work and
said "Em-Aye, you look very pretty, we can't call you by your man-name
now; you must be Emma" - and so I was addressed for the rest of the
evening.
We decided that my "new look" called for a further round of champagne. To
our dismay we discovered the cupboard was bare; we had drunk the girl's
entire stock! No problem; I remembered I had a fresh bottle in the fridge
in my flat and offered to pop over to get it. Yes I know; a rash,
unconsidered decision, but I had a fair bit to drink already and was as
high as a kite over my new appearance. Anyway it was only a few steps
across the hall and back.
Big mistake! I had no trouble getting the champagne from my flat, but I
had just locked my door and was crossing back to the girl's flat when I
realised Joyce had come in and was starting to go upstairs. I gave her a
startled look but managed to smile and say "hi." We did not speak and I
hoped she would assume I was a friend of Nancy and Mai-Li who had called
in to visit.
This encounter had shaken me however and, as so often happens after a
shock, I started to sober up quickly. I explained to Nancy and Mai-Li what
had happened and although they told me not to worry as they were sure
Joyce could not have recognised me and would have taken me for a visitor,
the fun had gone out of the afternoon and, after another quick drink, the
girls cleaned off my make-up, put away the clothes and jewellery, and,
after making sure the coast was clear, I returned to my flat wearing the
loaned bathrobe, with my male clothes tucked under my arm.
Back home, I made myself a jug of strong coffee and sat thinking about my
recent experience. To be honest until I had met Nancy, Mai-Li and Gloria I
had never encountered a cross-dresser and the thought of wearing women's
garments myself had never entered my head. However, on reflection, I had
to admit that I had enjoyed my afternoon. The experience of wearing nylon,
lace and silk and the tightness of controlling foundation garments had
been both sensuous and stimulating. Still I was certain this would be a
"one-off" occasion and something I could put down to "experience." If
only.....!
I did not bump into Joyce for the next couple of days, but when we did
meet her behaviour was as it had been previously; we smiled, said "hi" and
swapped a few pleasantries about the weather. It looked as though I had
got away with it and that she hadn't realised the woman she had
encountered in the hall was in fact me.
Thus things continued for the next few weeks. Nancy and Mai-Li did
tentatively suggest we might try dressing me up again but did not pursue
the matter when I said I didn't really think it was my scene.
One Saturday lunchtime I was sitting with a beer reading the newspaper
when there was a knock at my door. It was Joyce. She said she had come to
ask a favour. This coming evening was one of the bridge nights she shared
with Mary and Fiona upstairs. Their fourth on these occasions was a friend
from across town but she had just rung to say she had gone down with a
heavy cold and couldn't play this evening. Was there any chance that I
played bridge and could make up their four? Well, I had played bridge
quite a lot in my youth but hadn't played regularly for years. I explained
this and said that if my rustiness did not put them off, I would be happy
to help out. To be honest I welcomed the chance to get to know Joyce
better as I hadn't met anyone to take out since moving to Sydney and was
starting to miss a woman's company.
Joyce was delighted. She was sure I would soon get back into the swing of
bridge. A bit like riding a bicycle, it is a skill that once acquired is
never really forgotten. We agreed I would join them in Mary and Fiona's
flat at 8 pm and that I would bring a bottle of wine and that the women
would provide the nibbles. It sounded fun.
It was then that Joyce dropped her bombshell. As she was leaving, she
turned back and said "Oh, by the way, why don't you wear that lovely green
dress I saw you in the other evening. It really suited your colouring and
I know Fiona and Mary will feel more comfortable if we are four women
together rather than having a man invading their space."
I went ashen. "You recognised me then" I managed to stammer. "Of course I
did" she said. "Not at first; you make a very convincing woman, but when
you smiled at me I knew straight away it was you." "And you don't mind?"
was my next question. "It isn't something I am into; that was my first
time" "Don't be silly" Joyce replied, "I thought you looked lovely and,
after all, why should men be denied the pleasures of wearing pretty,
sensuous clothing. Just wear that dress tonight, everything will be fine."
What choice did I have? My secret was out and, if I wanted to stay on good
terms with my neighbours, it looked as though a repeat performance would
be necessary. "Emma" would have to reappear.
Well I knew I could bring Emma to life on my own, I would have to go back
and ask Nancy and Mai-Li for their help. Needless to say they were
delighted when I confessed I needed to become "Emma" once again. This time
they insisted I use a depilatory cream to remove all my body hair and Mai-
Li took great delight in subtly shaping my eyebrows into a more feminine
profile. I also succumbed to their entreaties that I let them pierce my
earlobes. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound!!
Nancy said I needed to come over to their flat at 4 pm on the Saturday. I
thought this a bit excessive as the bridge evening wasn't scheduled to
start until 8 pm. However, she insisted four hours was the absolute
minimum time needed to get me ready. So, promptly at 4 pm I presented
myself at their front door, sans body hair and with neatly shaped eyebrows
and newly pieced ears, complete with small gold studs.
After being squeezed into the gaff, Mai-Li made me lie down on one of the
beds and proceeded to spread glue over my chest. She carefully positioned
the breast forms and then told me to lie still to give the adhesive time
to set. Once the forms were firmly attached, Mai-Li carefully blended the
edges into my skin with a strong toned theatrical foundation until, after
a light dusting with powder, you couldn't see where the forms stopped and
my skin started. As I sat up I was surprised just how heavy my new breasts
were and I was grateful when Mai-Li wrapped a pretty lacy bra around my
torso.
This time round I knew what to expect, but there were still subtle
surprises. The sensation of nylons sliding over newly shaved legs nearly
blew my mind and when a pair of dangly earrings was inserted into my newly
pierced holes and I could feel them sway as I moved, I realised I could
seriously get to enjoy this role reversal game!
Eventually, just before 8 pm Mai-Li and Nancy declared I was just about
presentable enough to take my place with the other ladies at bridge. I
thanked them profusely and the kisses we exchanged seemed perfectly
natural in my new feminine role.
However, it was with some trepidation that I knocked on the door to Mary
and Fiona's flat. Fiona opened the door. "Come on in Emma," she said, "you
look lovely. It is so good to welcome another girlfriend into our little
community. Now we can be six girls together, rather than five girls and
one man." I then realised that Nancy and Mai-Li were fully accepted as
women and that, until now, I had been the odd on out in our block of
apartments.
Well, what is there to tell about an evening of bridge - other than to an
aficionado? We played several hands of cards; enjoyed good wine and
nibbles; and chatted away like old friends. I enjoyed myself more than I
could remember when. I was quite sad when the evening finished and it was
time for Joyce and I to leave and I readily agreed that "Emma" would be
happy to deputise anytime a fourth was needed for bridge.
Joyce and I left the flat together and she asked if I would like to join
her for a cup of coffee; I did not need asking twice! Needless to say I
did not return to my flat that night and Joyce and I had a very pleasant
time becoming better acquainted....but that was between two consenting
adults and I do not intend to "kiss and tell" here!
As I say, all this happened some three years ago, shortly after I
relocated to Sydney. So what has happened since? Well Joyce and I got on
so well that when my six month posting was up I resigned from my firm and
set up as a freelance mining consultant. The work flowed in and I travel
widely throughout Australia and South East Asia. Joyce and I remain an
item but we still each retain our own flats - a bit of personal space is
no bad thing in any relationship.
Surprisingly "Emma" found herself being invited more and more often to
make up the fourth at bridge until, gradually, she became the regular one
attending. Mai-Li and Nancy insisted I take all of Gloria's cast-off
clothes and with these, and a few, discrete, purchases of my own, Emma
soon built up a respectable wardrobe - just as well my flat had all that
storage space that I hadn't seen how I could use when I first moved in!
"Emma" also soon became comfortable with the feminine d?cor of the flat
and I never did get round to redecorating in a more masculine style.
However, I didn't shift full-time to the "other side." I found MA and Emma
could happily coexist side by side, and Joyce, whilst enjoying "Emma's"
company, definitely found certain aspects of "M A" more attractive!!
A few months ago Mai-Li and Nancy moved back to Bangkok. I was sad to see
them go as we had become very good friends and, as Emma, I had started
going to see them perform on a fairly regular basis. However the two of
them had managed to save enough money to finance a full sex-change
operation and, as that was what they wanted, I was happy for them.
Their flat did not remain empty for long and two very pretty young men
have recently moved in. Joyce, Fiona, Mary and Emma are all wondering how
we might introduce them to the delights of the "ladies bridge club"; time
will tell!!
So, as a result of moving to Sydney, I have found a new long-term partner;
a reinvigoration of my career; some very good friends; and the delights of
exploring my feminine side. I truly do have the "best of both worlds"!!!
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