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In our first part Christopher goes to a bar and gets mistaken as a woman by a lesbian biker. He tries to tell Beryl and her friends but they dismiss his protestations because they can't believe someone so beautiful and feminine could be a man. When Beryl does finds out the truth she abandons him at a remote park. Beryl wants to meet Chris for lunch - just an innocent lunch so Beryl can apologise? Or a chance for Beryl to exact her revenge on Chris and beat up the little femmy boy? _________________________________________________________ Christopher the Biker Femme - Part 4 Lunch with Beryl starts. She assures me that it wasn't my fault and apologises, she couldn't believe that anyone that looks like me could be a boy. "And then I found out that you were one when I reached up under your skirt," Beryl adds. "Sorry about the way I reacted, I was a little shocked and I've also heard of stories about young het guys baiting lesbians and then being cruel to them." "They make me mad and guys who joke they wish they were lesbians make me mad," Beryl says with a look on her face that makes me a little nervous. I say to her that she should stop apologising, and that it was as much my fault as hers. "If I introduced myself as Christopher then there wouldn't have been a misunderstanding Bee." Beryl chuckles. "I was coming on to you, obviously assuming you were a woman and you were going to introduce yourself as Christopher?, Bee asks. "Umm sure, it's just that ..." "You were shit scared or you couldn't get a word in?" she says. I say nothing, mainly because I'm shit scared now, I look over to Wendy, Trish and Debbie sitting at a table at the other end of the room. My eyes start watering. "Sweet heart, are you okay?" Beryl asks and then she gets up from her chair and gives me a hug. My face in buried in her very large breasts, almost smothering me. I pull away from her breasts and mumble: "Just promise not to be cruel to me." "Oh of course not love," she says burying my face in her breasts again." She sits back down and says: "Actually I've been thinking about you a lot." Beryl goes on to say she looked up man skirts on the internet and in a couple of magazines. She said she thoroughly approves. She like the idea of "cute boys" dressing more feminine - why can't they have the freedom of dressing feminine when she's had short hair and hasn't worn makeup or a dress or a skirt since she finished school and left her parents home. I ask her where that leave us? "Oh, I think you've made your intentions very clear Chris," Bee says taking hold of my hand. "This really is a lovely dress," she says touching the hem of my dress. As we eat lunch, Beryl says she's been thinking about her feelings for me. At first she was going to reject me just because I'm male but then started thinking about what comes first, falling in love with someone, no matter who they are, or being a lesbian. "Then I decided to go with my heart," Beryl says, kissing me on the lips. Beryl adds, she's wants be to "keep that thing away" from her for the meantime, while she comes to terms with "dating a male." I promise to be as feminine as I can be for her. "Just be youself love," Bee says. "Though I don't doubt you'll have any problems being feminine." We talk some more, about what we love about each other, our schedule for the coming week, where we live and our families friends and workplaces. Beryl seems quite busy at the moment and I thank her for taking the time to meet with. "Oh that is a pleasure sweetheart," she says getting up to kiss me again. "I'm so glad it's working out. "Where's the loo?" I point her to where the womens' toilets are. I sit and wait for her and reflect on a lovely lunch. I turn around and I can't see my three friends are no longer at their table, they must have left thinking I was safe when Beryl started kissing me. I see those two security guards that came down in the lift with us, casually walk out of our building and then walk back in. Fiona the waiter who I know quite well comes over. "So Chris Trish told me all about Beryl, you must be so happy," she says. I thank Fiona and ask her about the security guards. "Oh they usually work weekends or are on security next door." I put two and two together. "Do they ususally come in here?" I ask Fiona. "Oh quite regularly, same order all the time," she replies. I ask Fiona to prepare their regular orders and tell her I'll come over and pay for them and pick them up after I farewell Beryl. "Oh Chris you're such a charmer, are you hoping for a foursome?" I tell Fiona that I suspect that Jenny arranged for them to be in the building because she was expecting trouble today. The least I could do is get them lunch. Beryl comes back, says she got to get back to work. We say farewell to each other near Beryl's bike with a long lingering kiss. I pull away trying to get my breath back but Bee starts again, this time sticking her tongue down my throat. She abruptly finishes, gets on her bike, start it up, puts on her helmet, blows me a kiss and takes off. I pick up the lunches from Fiona and take them to the two young but very capable looking security guards at the reception desk of our building. "So you're a guy?" one of them asks. "Yes I'm a guy, no I'm not gay, I just like wearing dresses. I'm sorry for the bother but I think my boss overreacted a bit," I say trying to be as patient as I can. The taller one defends Jenny. "Well I think she didn't overreact, if it got out of hand it would have been quite ugly, if we weren't there," he says. I thank him and his collegue for covering my back. They say "no worries" the taller one then compliments me on my red dress. I go back to the office and try to get back to work but Trish, Wendy, Debbie and even Jenny all want to know how the lunch went. We sit in Jenny's office and I tell, them what happened and they Trish Wendy and Debbie promise that I'll let them take me shopping on Thursday night "for more dresses that Beryl would like," as Trish said. That night we go shopping for dresses that I could wear for work, casual occasions or for going out. On Saturday my boss Jenny takes me shopping and surprisingly, we go shopping for lingere, sexy sleepwear and jewelry and hair accesories. From Thursday to late Saturday night Beryl is busy at work with her team finishing a build. I see her briefly on Friday night after I insisted on taking some chinese takeaway to her workshop for her and her team. Her workshop is not what I expected. It was as clean as an operating theatre. I get into a conversation while I'm there with a couple of apprentices who are my age or younger and from the conversation it seems she is a great boss who is extremely knowledgable about what she does. Nick seems to be the one who organises and surpervises the staff and Nikky looks after the finances, customer relations and paper work, which frees Beryl to let her create, as one guy said, art on wheels. There were cheers and wolfwhistles when Beryl said goodbye to me that night with a long lingering kiss in front of all her staff. After getting home from shopping with Jenny on Saturday, I call her at work on and she says they'll get the build done on Saturday night, "No matter how late they have to work." She invites me out to lunch on Sunday afternoon. I wake up on Sunday morning, have a leisurely breakfast and then decide to take a chance. I put on one of my floral summer dresses, some medium heeled sandals, perfume, make up, I put my hair up in a casual updo using a hairclasp, get in my car and head off to deliver breakfast to Beryl. The guy at the cafe I stopped at along the way has seen me wear man-skirts and told his co-workers this is why man-skirts never caught on because you end up graduating to dresses. I stop the car, check my make-up in the mirror, get out of the car and straighten my dress and the bow on the back of the dress. I've never been to Beryl's place, it's a two storey inner city townhouse. I double check the address on my mobile phone. I ring the door bell, after a couple of minutes there is no answer, I ring again, no answer, I consider calling her on my mobile phone as it crosses my mind she still might be at the workshop. Then there is the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. "Yeah, yeah I'm coming," I hear Beryl say. "You'd better have a good excuse for being here," she adds. The door opens and the annoyed look on Beryl's face melts into a smile when she sees me. "Oh it's you ... hello darling," she says. We hug, and linger in each others arms, after we separate I hold up the bag and the coffees and say "breakfast." "Well this is a nice surprise Chrissy." We go inside. I can't say what I was expecting but her place is neater and more stylish that I would have thought. There's a couple of motorcycle pictures on the walls but it looks as if it was professionaly decorated. I'm not saying it would be messy and ugly because she's a butch but it may have been an after thought because she works so hard and spends most of her spare time on her motorcycle. I look over to Beryl who is pulling the food out of the bag She's wearing a pair of tourquise pajama shorts and a red tank top. I look at her body and realise for the first time how well toned it is. Yeah she's got very big breasts but that would be the only fat on her. Her hair's messy, she must have just got out of bed. "I'm sorry I woke you Bee." "Nah that's okay love, you didn't wake me, I was in the loo when you rang the doorbell. "Besides you've brought me food ... again, I'll have to think of a way to return the favour" she says, giving me a cheeky smile. "This ... is a really nice place," I say. "Oh he moving in already, you little homemaker Chrissy." Beryl finishes breakfast, I stand up, she walks over to me and without any warning or saying anything, picks me up and puts me over her shoulder like a fireman's carry. "Umm, what are you doing?" I ask. "We're going to have a little fun Chrissy." She carries me up the stairs and into her bedroom. I'm lowered down on to the floor. "Ah thanks Bee, next time I can walk up th ..." Beryl interrupts me with a long passonate kiss. We stand there in each others' arms kissing for quite a while. She pulls the bow on the back of my dress loose and unzips my dress. Ever since I was a little boy I've dreamt of a woman doing this, lets hope she undoes my hair as well. She pulls away from me to pull the dress off my shoulders, I reply by grabbing the bottom of her tank top and pull it over her head. We hug and kiss again. She undoes my hairclasp while we're still kissing, encouraging my updo to fall. I realise I'm as stiff as a board, I hope that doesn't upset her. She moves her hand to either side of my head and guides my mouth to the nipple of her left breast. I respond licking it, very very gently. I feel Beryl unclips the earrings from my ears, she throws them onto to a chair. I maniputlate the nipple with my tongue, then with my teeth, then start licking it again. I move my mouth to her other nipple, and start to manipulate the first nipple with my forefinger. I feel her body shudder. She pushes me onto her bed, and starts attacking my neck. It's my turn to shudder. She rolls onto her back, I end up on top of her and start licking her nipples again. After a while I look up and she's asleep. Eh?! What just happened? Oh well, she must still be exhausted. I lie at her side and rest my head on her shoulder. _____________________________________________________________ A few hours later I'm lying on my side with Beryl hugging me from behind. I look up at the alarm clock and it is just after 12 noon. I feel her hand on my penis, gently playing with it. I thought I was meant to keep it away from her. Oh dear this could be bad. A few minutes later I feel her kissing my neck "Good morning darling." she whispers in my ear. For several minutes she kisses and nibbles my neck and fondles my penis. I'm helpless in her arms. I'm erect again, I start moaning. I look up and see Nick and Nikky standing in the doorway of Bee's bedroom. "Looks like Bee is doing all the work, shame on you Chrissy," Nick says. "Ah Gidday guys," Beryl says. "And a good day to you princess," Nick says bending over to give me a peck on the cheek. "Hi Chrissy," Nikky says kissing me. "hi," I squeek. "Are you two coming to lunch, or are you just going to eat each other here?" Nick says with a smirk on her face. Beryl lets me go. "I bet you're hungry boss," Nikky says, "you guys were working so hard last night. "Nah, Chrissy brought me breakfast earlier this morning," Beryl says getting out of bed. "You're so sweet Chrissy," Nikky says. "Still want lunch though," Beryl adds. Beryl puts on her top, comes around to my side of the bed, kisses me and tells me to have a shower upstairs, she'll have one downstairs. "There's a shower cap and towels in the cupboard," she adds. Beryl and Nick leave the room, Nikky starts tidying up, holds up my dress and gives me a smile. I stay in bed, I realise I'm completely naked and I don't want to be naked in front of Nikky. "Ahh Nikky, I don't want to be rude but could you leave the room please," "Is it because you're naked?" she says holding up my panties and camisole. I nod. "Well don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." Nikki squeals, runs over to the chair, picks up my earrings. "I know these aren't Beryl's," she says holding them up to her ears looking in the mirror. "Try them on," I say, "they're clips." She puts them on and smiles in the mirror, them runs out the door, "I've got to show Nick," I take the opportunity to rush into the shower. A bit later I get out of the shower and as I'm groping around in the steam for a towel Nikky walks in and I'm totally naked. As the steam disappates I notice that Nikky is standing between the towel and myself. "Ahh Nikky, would you please pass me that towel." "Hang on Chrissy, I've never seen one of those before. "I grew up with my mother and sisters and I've never had a boyfriend and I've only seen them in pictures," she says. Nikky advances on me to have a look at my thingy, I'm in a corner and can't really evade her. "Your's isn't as big and as angry looking as the ones I've seen in magazines. "It's quite pretty really." She advances on me and I'm stunned and frozen by her forthrighness. She reaches over and grabs it. "It's nice and soft Chrissy, so pretty," she says fondling it. "Please go away Nikky," I say batting away her hands, "Please leave me alone." "I'm sorry Chrissy, I didn't mean to frighten you. I've never seen one before and I wanted to have a look," Nikky says leaving the bathroom. I grab the towel and start drying myself off, the door opens. It's Nikky again. "Here's your handbag, just in case you want to do your makeup." I thank her and push the door close on Nikky who seems reluctant to leave. I dry off, put my make up and lingere on, brush my hair and go back the the bedroom. All three of them are there. "That is pretty lingere Chrissy," Nikky says. I turn to leave the room but Beryl grabs me. "Where are you going love, c'mon, hurry up, we don't have all day." I just didn't want ..." Nick hands me my dress and I start putting it on. "So did Nikky get a good look at your penis?" she says. I almost faint, I turn to Beryl and try to explain myself. "She just walked in and she had me cornered," I say. "Oh be quiet, we all knew Nikky hasn't seen one before and she checked with me and Nick before she came in," Beryl says zipping up my dress. "She wouldn't be that stupid." "Chrissy's is very different from pictures I've seen, Nikky says, "it doesn't have a, I don't know what you'd call it, but it doesn't have a collar. The other two look confused. "Chrissy's end is exposed," Nikky adds. "Sorry darling, I don't know what you're talking about," Nick says. "We'd better give you another look Nikky," Beryl says "NO! please don't," I say moving away from Beryl. "C'mon it won't take long," "Nikky means I'm circumcised, the ones she's seen are uncircumcised, so there's no need to take a look," I say backing away from Beryl. She grabs me anyway and hugs me from behind and raises the skirt of my dress. I struggle to break free but Beryl is too strong. Nick moves over and pulls down my panties. "Yes he's right, he is circumcised. Nick says. She goes on to explain to Nikky about circumcisions and what gets cut away. Meanwhile Beryl releases me and allows me to pull my panties up. "Did it hurt Chrissy? Nikky asks me. "He wouldn't remember," Beryl says, As Nick tells Nikky about circumcisions and erections Beryl brushes my hair, grabs my hairclasp from the table and puts it back into an updo. I look in the mirror then look at Beryl a little surprised. "Don't worry love I know how to do all the girly stuff from back with I was very very young, Beryl says, "Nikky, I think he wants his earrings back." Nikky, a little reluctantly, unclips them from her ears and goes to hand them to me but Beryl takes them instead and puts them on my ears. Beryl lingers in front of me, inspecting me and straightens my hair and my dress for a couple of minutes. "Come on darling, time for lunch," Beryl says taking my hand and leading me out the door. We go downstairs and outside into the street, I have absolutely no idea how we are going to the bar, hotel or whatever. Nick opens the passenger side door of her truck, Nikky gets in the middle seat, Beryl gets in the passenger seat. "Come on Chris, on my lap," Bee says, patting her thighs. "No that's okay, I can take my car and follow you," I say pointing to my Corolla, which is in front of Nick's truck. Beryl shakes her head and rolls her eyes, Nick picks me up, cradles me in her arms and puts me on Beryl's lap. "End of argument," she says. It's only a short drive to the bar. When we get there I notice the bar is full of women, not all of them are bikers, there seems to be a fair share of butches and femmes. There are mostly bikers but there are also surfers, rockers, goths, country music fans, lipsticks and others. "Beryl is it okay for me to be here?" I say nervously grabbing her right arm with both of my hands as we enter the bar. "Just stay with me darling, you'll be fine," Beryl says. "But it looks as if only women are allowed in here and I'm male." "They're not going to chuck us out sweetheart," Beryl says, kissing me on the forehead. "Whose the new femme Beryl?, a biker says, I look around and our path is blocked by a group of women. "It's been a while," another says. "Hi guys, his name is Christopher," Beryl says, quite defiantly. "HIS NAME? HE'S A GUY?" the first biker says. A couple of the women start chanting, "het het het," Beryl stands there looking quite relaxed, I hold onto her firmly, and without realising it I start moving behind Beryl's big arm. "OH LOOK THE LITTLE SISSY BOY IS SCARED, HE WANTS BIG BERYL TO PROTECT HIM" one of the smaller bikers say. "Don't worry little princess we won't do a thing to damage that pretty dress, those lovely heart earrings, and your pretty updo," she adds in a little girl's voice. "Oh look, you're about to make him cry," a blonde, surfer-looking woman says. "Is this the one you left at Palm Beach Beryl?" she adds, "What happened? Did you say he could date you as long as he cuts it off and takes hormones?" "Yes, Christopher is the one I left at Palm Beach, then the next day I realised I truly loved him just the way I saw him. Any gender reassignment is totally up to him," Beryl says, unapologetically, capping off her statement with a long lingering passionate kiss on my lips. "Darling, how much is Aunty Bee paying you to dress like a girl and parade around as her femme?" the biker says, again in a mocking way using a little girl's voice. "He's not being paid anything? Beryl says. "What's the matter darling? Beryl cut out your tongue? You haven't said a thing." "Oooooh, he's in love," the half circle of women say. "Good luck with your wifey boy Beryl." the first biker says. "Thank you Emma," Beryl says, appearing to completely miss, or ignore, the sarcasm. A woman that looks as if she is in weekend attire for a high-powered executive approaches, breaks up the group. "All right all right, you've had your fun, leave them alone." "But the one in the dress is a guy," a youngest woman in the group, who is around my age, says. "Yes darling, he's not the first or even the thousandth male to pass through our doors," they are allowed in but they are strict protocols. "He has to wear a dress?" the young one asks. "No that would be unfair if someone wanted to invite a father, brother or ex-husband here for a drink. The only rule is that all males must have female chaperones at all times, especially in the lavatories," the executive looking woman says. The group breaks up, and the woman stays with us. "Good afternoon darling, welcome to the L-Word club," she says to me holding out her hand for me to shake. I respond by grasping it firmly but gently and doing a half curtsey. "He's so adorable, Congradulations Beryl, you must be so proud." "Oh thank you Elizabeth, this is Chrissy." "But his name is Christopher isn't it, Beryl. I think he's more of a Christina. One day darling I hope I'll be calling you that," the woman, whose name appears to be Elizabeth says, pinching me on the cheek and reaching over to give me a kiss. "Well, have fun dears," she say. Beryl leads me over to a booth where Nick and Nikky are sitting. They've already ordered drinks for us, "Are you two okay," Nikky says. "Yeah I'm fine, what about you darling," Beryl says, giving me another kiss. "Don't worry darling after the first couple of visits they'll get used to you and start leaving you alone." "I was a little scared but I felt safe because I was with you Bee," I said, kissing her back. "Well you have to stay with one of us all the time," Nick says, "they allow men, I mean males in here but they have to be with someone all the time." "Yes that lady Elizabeth explained the rule. She said especially the lavatories. So do one of you have to wait outside?" Nikky giggles and points to the other side of the room. "No Chris we come in." I look over to the other side of the room and notice the toilets are marked butches and femmes, not men and women. Beryl has a sip on her drink and chuckles. "The men's room was being underutilised so we took it over." "So where am I supposed to go? It's just that I really need to go now" "Nikky will take you," Nick says getting up to let Nikky out of the booth. "But shouldn't one of you two take me," I say a little confused. "Don't worry, no one will harm you love," Beryl says. "But Nikky wouldn't be allowed in the men's room, I mean, the one for butches," I say, growing a little desparate to be understood. The three of them chuckle. Don't look now darling, but you're a femme," Beryl says giving me another kiss. "And the prettiest femme in the whole room" Nikky says, "come on Chrissy." Nikky puts her arm around me and leads me across the room, as we walk by a large table there are wolfwhistles. "You're certainly getting a lot of attention Chrissy," Nikky whispers in my ear. We go through the door marked "Femmes" and I look at Nikky, she leads me to a cubicle at the end of the room and waits outside while I do my business. I come out and notice a bit of a crowd forming, I try to ignore them, as I wash my hands Nikky stands behind me. A fairly butch gothic woman with a severe pageboy hairdo comes over just as I'm pulling out my foundation (shouldn't she be in the other room?). "So this is the boy eh? Don't bother darling, no amount of makeup is going to make you pretty, you'll never pass as a woman." I ignore her, knowing what she says is untrue and continue touching up my make up, then as I'm putting it back in my handbag, she reaches over to grab my hairclasp but Nikky easily blocks her. "At least he's prettier than you," Nikky says. "Is he your bitch?" "No he belongs to Beryl and he's her lover." The goth backs off at the mention of Beryl's name. "Ahh sorry, tell Bee he's lovely, she must be very happy. "She is and I will," Nikky says with a triumphant smile. Nikki leads me back to the booth, where a waitress a little older than me with blonde plaited pigtails is taking lunch orders from Beryl and Nick. "You took your time," Beryl says to me, then gives me a long lingering passionate kiss, we've ordered steaks, and a beef burger for Nikki, what would you like darling?" I turn to the waitress to ask for a menu but she interrupts me: "There's no way you're a guy. He's far to pretty to be a guy Beryl." I wish people would stop making such a fuss over me. I pick up a menu and start reading it. I order a burger. "By the way, my name is Katrina, I hope to see a lot more of you here sweetie, I love those earrings," the waitress says reaching over to touch them," did you buy them specially to wear for Beryl?" I nod. "Oh that's so adorable! Beryl please let me have him if you grow tired of him." Katrina wanders off and as I sit down Nikky starts telling the others what happened in the loo, "Maybe we should tattoo 'Beryl's boy' on the back of your neck, so people won't mess with you," Nick says. "Probably 'Beryl's lover' would be better," Beryl says. "He'll have to wear his hair up all the time," Nikky says, "Chrissy, did you like Katrina's pigtails? Bee, don't you think Chrissy would look great in pigtails." "Yeah I could show him how to plait them," Beryl says, giving me a wink. "Bee you've got to tell him how you came out to your parents," Nick says. It wasn't Beryl who told the story but Nikki with great enthusiasm. Much to Beryl's mum's disappointment Beryl only wore her hair in low plaited pigtails, just like Katrina, nearly all the time from the age of 10 to 15 years-old. Her parents were quite strict and her mother refused to let her cut her hair short because, according to her, nice young ladies keep their hair long. Her mother was always giving her deportment and style lessons, meanwhile Beryl was secretly taking after school car maintenance classes when she was supposed to be taking knitting classes. One Christmas her mother and father announced that Beryl would be spending her January holidays as a shampoo girl at the local hairdressers and said she would start dating the son of one of her father's golfing buddies. On January first her parents woke to find Beryl's cut-off pigtails lying on her bed and a letter saying she has gone off to live with a friend through January and work in a car-repair workshop. The last sentence of the letter said: "And there's no way I'd date a bloke." Beryl returned home a few days before school started, with close cropped hair, wearing a pair of overalls. Her mother greeted her by exclaiming: "My God! She's a lesbian!" And then fainted. "I was effectively grounded for the last year I was at school. I ended up having to take the hairdressing job on Thursday nights and Saturday mornings but I responded by shaving all my hair off my head and refusing to do anything at the salon. I just sat in the waiting area reading my motor mechanic magazines, which wasn't a good look for the salon." "The salon ended up firing me, my mother responded by throwing away all my pants, shorts, blouses and skirts. The only items of clothing I was allowed to wear were dresses or evening gowns - I was even sometimes forced to wear wigs." Beryl puts down her knife and fork and turns to cuddle me and gives me a kiss on the forehead. "That's why I don't want to force you to do anything Chris. Yes, I've told you I like you being feminine, but I would never tell you not to wear pants or dress in a certain way, it's all up to you." "So boss do you think Chrissy would look nice in pigtails," Nikky asks. "Chris looks nice in anything," Beryl reponds. "The pigtails that Katrina wears are probably a little butch for him. I think I'd prefer him with high pigtails and unplaited so he can show off his curly hair." "School must have been hell for you Beryl," I say trying not to ask how any kind of pigtails would look too butch on me. "Yeah, got into plenty of fights, learnt how to look after myself though." Nikky goes on to explain Bee's escape from home, and the secret stash of clothes she had, and the 250cc motorcyle that was hidden away for her to escape on the day of her last day of school after she got her school certificate. Everyone finishes up their meals and Nikky invites me for a dance but Beryl says it's probably not a good idea on my first visit here. Nick joins Nikky on the dance floor and Beryl and I sit for a while and exchanged horror stories about high school, she as an outed lesbian and me as an effeminate boy who was teased a lot and only had female friends. As the conversation moves on to her first job in Melbourne I rest my head on her shoulder and she puts her arm around me. About 10 minutes later there's a camera flash. "Thought I'd find you two lovebirds here," an incredibly beautiful woman with very long straight blonde hair and a very comforting natural smile says holding a camera. She is easily over six foot and a few inches taller but more slender than Beryl and still quite muscular. She's dressed in very expensive looking designer jeans, a simple blouse and a Giorgio Armani leather jacket, She has the biker look but you wouldn't call her a biker. She's easily the most beautiful woman I've every seen and I work in the fashion industry. Beryl gets up and they greet each other with a kiss. "And this is the incomparable Chrissy?" This stunning woman says bending down to kiss me on the lips. "I've heard so much about you darling," she adds touching my nose with her forefinger. "Sit down Bee and I'll get a better photo of you two." Beryl sits down and puts her arm around me and we do several poses. The woman goes to show the pictures to Bee on her digital camera. I can't quite see the screen, so I turn away to see if I can see Nick and Nikky on the dance floor. "Oh sorry darling, you can't see, hang on I'll come around to your side," the woman says shuffling around the U-shaped booth, so that she is sitting on my right and Beryl is on my left. "I'm Christopher," I say to her. "Yes I told you I know everything about you princess. You're the very forgiving boy who gave Big Bee a second chance, it's been a long while since I've seen Bee this happy," she says, patting me on the leg. "I think he's trying to get your name," Beryl says. "Chris this is Jane, she was my first boss, she owned the workshop in Melbourne," Jane responds by kissing me again and patting and rubbing my arm - she's a very touchy, feeley person. "I was just telling him about working for you Jane." For the next 20 or so minutes these two women talk about the old days when Beryl worked for Jane, they sit either side of me, both with their closest arm around me, Beryl occasionally kissing me and Jane emphasising points by touching my arm or my leg. It was very difficult not to get an erection under these circumstances. I put my handbag on my lap to hide it and pick up Jane's camera to look at the pictures, I'll have to ask her to send me one. Katrina comes around and offers us another round of drinks. "So Chrissy, Nikky says you want to wear your hair in piggytails like me. I'd be happy to show you how to plait them one day." "Nah that's okay Katrina I'll do it," Bee says. As Katrina leaves I think: Yeah it was a bad decision to go out with a lesbian wearing dresses (sarcasm), I now have three gorgeous women appearing to be fighting over me. Though I could be imagining things. "Princess, why are you hiding your curly hair? Bee said you have such lovely curly hair," Jane says. I look at her, she looks at me expectantly with her piecing blue eyes, I suddenly realise it wasn't a rhetorical question. I sit there looking at her, searching for an answer. "Oh look Bee, I think I've scared him, I'm sorry darling," she says putting her hand on my chest. "It's just that with these earrings ...." I stammer. "You wanted to show off your dangly earrings and dangly earrings look better with an updo?" Jane says. I nod. "And your hair looks nice, did you do it yourself?" "Well I did it this morning but Beryl put my hair back up just before we came over here." "Aren't you a clever princess. And why did Beryl need to put your hair back up? I turn and look at Beryl. "I felt I had to reward him for bringing me breakfast this morning, if you know what I mean," Beryl says with a wink. "Oh aren't you a considerate little princess," Jane says, stroking my hair and playing with my earrings. "Do you mind if I undo your hair." Jane asks. I shake my head. She undoes my hair and both Beryl and Jane tease it out letting fall down to my shoulder blades. I try to adjust my hair myself but the other two beat me to it, so I just sit here and let these two stunning women do it for me. "Isn't his hair so beautiful Bee," Jane says. Beryl nods, beaming a smile. As they stroke it away from my face Katrina arrives with the drinks. "Yes, it must be tough being a sissy, having two stunning women give you this much attention," Katrina says putting down the drinks. "If more guys knew about this we'd have droves of them lining up to get makeovers to look like little Miss Chrissy," she adds as she walks away. "Aren't his curls so well defined, Beryl," Jane says. "Back in Melbourne I have a sweet little woman with curls just like yours. Except she has blonde hair and is reluctant to grow it too long but she keeps it long enough to show off the curls to keep me happy. I used to say she was the cutest thing imaginable but now she's possibly the second cutest person I've seen," Jane says. I squirm and blush and look at Beryl a little embarrassed. Beryl laughs "Yes it's always a strugggle between you and Sandy," Beryl says. Beryl goes on to tell me about Jane's lover Sandy, who is about 5 foot six, which would be much shorter than Jane. On several occasions Sandy has ended up in a fight with a guy, only to be saved by Jane. Despite Sandy's very feminine and pretty looks, she's a wannabe butch into vehicle repairs and motorcycles, doesn't like looking feminine but reluctantly sometimes wears dresses or skirts with makeup etc to please Jane. The two joke that Sandy wants to be a mini version of Beryl. Jane said on more than one occasion Sandy threatened to shave all her hair off her head and cut up all her "girly gear." "But I just say if that happens, I'll buy her more clothes and make sure she lets her hair grow out," Jane says a little defiantly. "And then I start calling her Shirley Temple and tell her I'll call her that in public as well." "She goes very quiet after that." "So princess, where did you learn to put your hair in an updo? Jane asks me. I start telling her about my work and that I sometimes have to help prepare models for shoots. Beryl excuses herself and makes sure that Jane will stay with me. "Of course I will Bee, he's delightful!" As Bee walks away I notice Jane trying to hug me with both arms. I turn away to avoid this and she ends up hugging me from behind around my waist. Chrissy? Did you choose your own outfit? Jane asks, That's a lovely dress, where did you get it?" I tell her about Virginia's boutiques and my shopping trip with Jenny. I notice Nick and Nikki running out of steam on the dance floor, I grab Katrina, walking by and get her to give us another round of drinks, as well as some water and drinks for the Nicks. Jane complements be on being so thoughtful for such a young boy. "How old are you princess?" Jane asks, I tell her I'll be turning 21 next year. I ask her if she knows how old Beryl is and she says Bee and Nick are around 30 years-old and Nikky is about mid-twenties. "My little darling Sandra is a few years older than you," Jane says, stroking my hair away from my face. As she does so I wonder if she's this touchy feeley with everyone. "How old do you think I am? She asks. "You look about mid-twenties but you must be older than Beryl because you employed her when she left school. "Oooh aren't you such a charmer!" Jane says as she kisses me on the neck. She whispers in my ear that I've given her a nine-year discount. The two Nicks come over just as Katrina is putting the drinks on the table. "Thanks Kat, that's good timing, I'm parched," says Nick drowning a glass of water, . "Oh don't thank me, thank Miss Chrissy, he ordered them, he's so considerate," Katrina says. "And don't think I've forgotten you darling, I'm off in 15 minutes and I'll show you how to plait your hair." I tell Katrina to hang on, and grab a brush and a couple of ties out of my handbag and in a couple of minutes I've got my hair into two neat plaited pigtails, well, as neat as I can tell without a mirror. The four women are laughing. "Well you're full of surprises Chrissy, Nick says. "Where did you learn?" asks Nikky "Doing my sister's hair, as well as my own," I reply. Katrina inspects one of my pigtails, comments on how quickly I did it and then walks away. As Jane goes to put her arms around my waist again I try to move away but she is too quick. I try to move away again but she tightens her grip. Nick is watching this and says it's nice to see us getting along and Jane responds by saying I'm very cuddly. Beryl comes over, I wave my pigtails and say, "too butch?" "He did them himself boss," Nikky says. Beryl roars with laughter. "You're full of surprises darling," she says tickling me on the chin. Anyhow I'm bushed, lets go home," Beryl says as Nick and Nikky look at each other. "Are you guys right with a cab Bee?" Nick says, "Nikky and I want to keep going." Beryl looks at them a little confused, then Jane pipes up. "I've got a car, I'll take them home." We get up and I grab Beryl's arm with both of my hands, mainly because I'm a little scared about walking across the room but also because I didn't want Jane grabbing me. We go out into the street, Jane's car is close by. Beryl holds one of the rear doors open for me. I kiss her before entering the car. We get in and Jane asks me where I live. "Umm, aren't we going back to Bee's place," I say, terrified I'll just get dropped off and they'll leave, I was looking forward to a night of passion and even had a change of clothes in my Corolla. "Chris lives in Artarmon, it's over the bridge." Beryl says. Before I know it we take off. The other two start talking about their businesses. I try to interrupt but no-one is listening - this is beginning to sound familar. I raise my voice: "Excuse me! But we really need to go to Beryl's place, my car is there." "He's not acting very ladylike," Jane says. "Yeah, listen love, don't worry about your car, I'll get it back to you, if I can handle a Harley or a chopper, I think I can handle a little Corolla," Beryl says. The two laugh. I look to say something but Jane interrupts an starts to give me a lecture about ladylike behaviour, which was quite patronising and emasculating. She even threatened to come "all the way from Melbourne to give me a good spanking if she finds out that I've been a naughty girl." "Jane, I'm a guy," I say. "What kind of guy wears a dress, heels, earrings and knows how to plait her hair into piggytails," Jane says in a very patronising voice. "You're a sweet wittle girl, who is a little confused because of that silly thing between your legs," she adds. I sit there and pout. Beryl says: "Geez Chris, it's not even that big, you're not going to do be able to do much with it." "You're still a virgin aren't you princess." Jane says. I'm almost in tears. I thought I was Beryl's lover but now they are dismissing me as if they're cruel parents and I'm their little kid. I show them the motorway exit leading to my place and despite how she is acting, I'm still determined to spend tonight with Beryl. It's still very early in the evening, no harm in inviting Jane, then push her out the door later, eh? We roll up to my place, Jane parks right outside. "Oh you live in a house," Jane says. "How many housemates do you have?" "It's mine outright, I live by myself." I respond. The two women exchanged surprised glances. "Would you like to come in, I've got wine, beer, bourbon. I don't know what you were drinking at the bar but the only champagne I have Jane is Yellowglen, I hope that's good enough for you. I could even rustle up some dinner if you want," I say, hoping hoping hoping. "Look at him Beryl, he wants to play hostess. Now that's ladylike," Jane says. "Yeah I could do with a drink," Beryl says smiling and getting out of the car. As we walk through my front door, Jane insists on getting the full tour of my place. As I start showing Jane around, Beryl walks over to my kitchen as if she's been here hundreds of time, but this is her first time here. I'm showing Jane around the loungeroom and I notice Beryl has pulled a stubbie of beer out of the fridge and is opening it. As a hint to Beryl I pull a glass out of one of my cupboards and put in on the benchtop in front of Beryl as a subtle hint. I don't drink beer but I think drinking beer straight from the can or bottle, when there are glasses avalable, quite uncouth. I finish showing Jane around my small house and in the lounge room Beryl has her bare feet up on the coffee table, watching the evening news drinking her beer straight from the small bottle. I offer to make them a fettucine dinner and while the pasta is cooking I race off to my bedroom to "change into something more comfortable." I undress and put on my new pink nightie, I put my hair up in high pigtails grab my curling iron and curl my pigtails into bannana curls. I then put on my large pink plastic hoop earrings, pink plastic bangles on each wrist and then put pink ribbons in my hair. I touch up my make up and put on some coral pink lipstick and squirt some perfume on myself. If I don't get anything tonight then I never will. I go into the lounge room, Jane sees me, smiles, but seems speechless. Beryl doesn't notice, she seems engrossed with what is on television. I go to her, hug her around the shoulders and give her a kiss. Still no reaction. I go around to the front of the couch and sit on her lap and start kissing her. She finally notices me and starts responding to my kisses, whispers, "geez you're cute," in my ear. The timer in the kitchen goes off, I get off Beryl's lap and head for the kitchen to finish my preparations. I set the table and bring out a bottle of chardonnay and glasses to the table. I then go back to the kitchen, while I'm stirring the sauce I feel Beryl come up behind me and start playing with my pigtails. I start getting an erection, which is difficult to hide as I'm not wearing any panties and my nightie only goes halfway down my thighs. "Do you need any help with the preparations Chrissy?" It's not Beryl, it's Jane!! I turn around and try to move away from her but she is standing so close to me and it's difficult to get past the tall woman. "You're so pretty," Jane says playing with one of my earrings. "I wish my Sandy would dress this cute for me but she's such a tomboy." "Just hoping to get lucky with Beryl, the wine is on the table could you open it please, I'm almost finished," I say, moving over the get the plates A few minutes later, I feel someone come up behind me and hug me and start kissing my neck. It's Beryl, I can see her hands. I try to continue, finishing off plating up the meals. She reaches under my nightie, and starts playing with my penis. "Oh come on you two, I'm starving, you can do that later," Jane says. The three of us go out to the dining table with the plates. Beryl holds my chair for me, I sit down and Jane pours me a glass of wine. "There you go ma'am," she says. "So tell me princess, when did you start dressing like a girl?" "Ever since I can remember I used to play dress ups with my sister," I respond. I tell Jane and Beryl about how my mother and sister were quite supportive of my dressing up and my dad was quite tolerant as well. I explain that I preferred androgynous clothes and ended wearing all my sister's hand-me-downs that didn't involve skirts or dresses. I added that I had my hair long all through my teenage years. I was wearing my hair in a ponytail at school before it became fashionable for men to wear ponytails and consequently got teased a lot. Mum didn't let my sister or I get our ears pierced until we were eighteen but we sometimes wore clip-on earrings The conversation turns to business, with Jane and Beryl talking about why Jane is in Sydney and some of the deals she is doing. I clean up the dishes and go back to listen to their conversation. 20 minutes later the conversation is still going, so I move next to Beryl, she puts her arm around me and I put my head on her shoulder. A little while after that, Jane finally seems to get the message. "Anyhow I'd better be going," she says as she stands up. "I'll talk to you tomorrow," Beryl says giving Jane a kiss on the cheek. I go over to Jane, reach up to kiss her on the cheek, "bye Jane, it was lovely meeting you." "Is that all I'm going to get?" Jane asks. I say nothing because I'm a little confused. "Is the pink pigtailed princess only going to give me a kiss on the cheek." I'm wondering what is going on, I look over to Beryl and she motions to me to go back over to Jane. Jane picks me up and carries me with one arm under my bottom and starts kissing me on the lips. "You're too sweet to be kissing people on the cheek, you should be kissing them on the lips." She fusses over me for a few more minutes talking to me like I'm a little girl. She puts me down, holds my hand, leading me to the front door. "Now you look after Big Bee and give her a night to remember," Jane says, reaching under my nightie and patting my bare bottom with her hand. She stops for a moment, looks into my eyes, fondling one of my pigtails. She gets down on one knee and gives me a hug and a final kiss on the lips. She leaves, I wave goodbye and lock the door. I suddenly realise I have a huge erection. I turn around, Beryl has her top off and is walking over to me. She grabs me, puts me over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, gives my bare butt a big slap. "Now let's have some sex love," she says carrying me to my bedroom.