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Me and My Big Mouth (Part 3) Part 1 of this story tells why and how Jeremy is transformed into Gemma. Part 2 takes us through his day as the new Customer Service girl at the bank where he works. I recommend reading these first two parts if you haven't already as a number of the incidents and characters from these earlier chapters are referred to in this part. We left Jeremy finally back in male mode but in possession of a suitcase containing all the clothes and paraphernalia that had been used for his transformation. The case also contained a little black dress that two of his female colleagues had bought him. And at the last moment, Elizabeth his boss had informed him that Tony, the Security Guard at the bank, had scribbled a note on the back of the photograph that had been taken of him and that this had also been placed in the suitcase. I was glad to have a relatively traffic-free drive home. To tell the truth the events of the day had left me feeling very tired and I was glad to put the car away in the garage and get inside. I quickly changed into t-shirt and jeans and put the suitcase in my wardrobe. By reminding me that all the items of bank uniform were technically still bank property, Elizabeth had ensured I would keep the suitcase. I also felt that due to the friendly way they had treated me as Gemma, I couldn't just throw away the dress Emma and Sue had bought me. For now however the suitcase was out of sight and out of mind. I fixed myself a quick pasta meal in the microwave and sat at my kitchen table to eat it. I already knew that tomorrow was going to be a 'boys' day, as I was going to watch the local football (soccer) team play at home with a couple of mates. Inevitably a few beers would be consumed afterwards. For now I didn't want to think beyond tomorrow and after finishing my meal, I flopped down on the living room sofa and vegged out on an evening of brain dead telly. By half past ten I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes open so I decided to turn in. In truth my day as Gemma had completely drained me physically and mentally. Saturday flew by. I got home just after ten o'clock feeling a little merry as I had, as expected, drunk a few beers. I decided to turn in straight away and soon fell into a deep sleep. I woke Sunday morning around nine thirty, feeling a touch hung-over. Five minutes in the shower and a mug of black coffee later and I was feeling far more awake and, as I knew I would, I started to think once again about Friday's events. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the first time I'd seen myself as Gemma. Elizabeth Linton, my boss at the bank where I work, had ordered me to dress in very feminine lingerie and then made up face and fitted me with a wig. I'd then gone to the full length mirror built on the inside of the cupboard in Elizabeth's office. My appearance had taken my breath away. I tried to focus on what it was that had most affected me. There was no doubt in my mind that it was seeing myself wearing the ultra lacy full slip. From the silky straps digging into my shoulders leading down to a very heavy lace decorated bust, then sheer ivory silk dropping down to an equally lacy decorated hem finishing just above the knee. So the question I had to ask myself was had Friday's enforced day dressed as a pretty young woman unlocked previously latent transvestite desires? I'd spent a lot of Friday feeling very embarrassed and nervous and once I'd been introduced to the rest of the staff, it was these feelings that dominated my thoughts rather than the actual clothes I'd been made to wear. But the truth was I'd spent the day wearing pretty bra and panties, suspender belt and stockings, the very lacy full slip, the bank uniform of tie bow blouse and calf length skirt and high heeled court shoes. Not to mention full make up and a pretty wig. It was also true that, now I thought about it in the cold light of day, the clothes themselves hadn't made me feel uncomfortable. From the moment Elizabeth had handed me the suitcase I knew that at some stage over the weekend I would be opening it. That time had now come. I went to my bedroom and having fetched the suitcase from the back of my wardrobe laid it down on my bed. The case was done up with a large zip which I slowly undid until I could open the lid completely. On top was the striped blouse and dark blue skirt I'd worn on Friday. I lifted them from the case and laid them on the bed. Next was the lingerie. I picked up the bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings and laid them next to the blouse and skirt. I picked up the lacy slip next and almost without thinking I went over to the mirror fronted cupboard doors that covered one wall of my bedroom and, taking the slip by the straps, held it against my body. I would have to try the slip on again to really find out how wearing it made me feel. For now I placed the slip on the bed with the rest of the women's clothes and returned to the suitcase. There was more here than I had been expecting. I picked up the Next carrier bag containing the dress Emma and Sue had bought me. I took the dress from the bag and held it by the shoulders in front of me. The dress was, I had to admit, beautiful. It was black with a fitted bodice and skirt. However the area above the bust and the long sleeves were made from a see through material. The dress also had a high neckline and a fitted belt. For now I laid it on the bed. I felt something else in the carrier bag and emptied it out to reveal a pack of black lace patterned stockings. A post-it-note had been attached to the pack. It read "These will go beautifully with the dress. Hugs, Sue xx". Looking back in the case I saw that the next item was a Marks & Spencer carrier bag. "What have the girls been up to?" I asked myself. The matching set of black lacy bra, panties and suspender belt answered my question. They clearly had decided to buy me a complete outfit. Without any doubt they clearly did believe I was already a transvestite. The lingerie set also had a post-it-note attached "To the beautiful Gemma, a gorgeous frock needs special undies. Hope these meet with your approval. Love Jane xxx" Emma, Jane, Sue and Louise might have thought I was a transvestite, but there was no doubt that they were also being supportive of me. In fact I could be forgiven for thinking they were positively encouraging me. Jane's note had slightly surprised me. Of the four girls there was no doubt she was the prettiest. She is what you might call a girly girl. Her make up and clothes were always immaculate and I very much doubted she'd ever worn a pair of trousers. She was also the shyest of the ladies and hadn't really had much to do with me on my day as Gemma. However, whenever I'd caught her eye she'd given a lovely warm smile which told me she was on my side. Her gift seemed to confirm this. At that moment the telephone rang. I picked up the extension in my bedroom; "Hello" "Oh Hi Gem.. um I mean Jeremy it's Jane" "Well speak of the devil" I replied, then realised that my reply had probably given away the fact that I was looking in the suitcase Elizabeth had given me. "Oh, so you've found my gift" Jane said. "Yes, um thank you" I continued. I'd just thanked one of my colleague's for buying me a set of sexy women's lingerie to wear. Jane continued "I met Emma and Sue for a drink last night and we were talking about how great you looked on Friday. Emma and Sue were wondering if you'd tried on the clothes we bought you. I told them that maybe we were all jumping to conclusions about you being a transvestite, just because you looked so natural on Friday." "The truth is Jane; I had never worn women's clothes before Friday. I was as shocked as anybody at how convincing I looked" I interrupted "Not just convincing, Gemma, very attractive" Jane retorted. After a brief pause she continued "So why did you look in the suitcase?" I felt I could trust Jane so I decided to tell her the truth. "I was trying to rationalise the events of Friday and my first thought was to go back to the first time I saw myself as Gemma in a mirror. I was completely knocked sideways by the creature that Elizabeth had created and when I analysed what had affected me the most I realised it was wearing the very lacy full slip that..." "Wow, she made you wear a lacy petticoat" Jane butted in. "Yes, it was Jill's idea apparently" "And what your saying is, you enjoyed wearing it?" "That's the whole point, Jane" I answered "I'm not entirely sure. So I decided I'd to have to wear it again to find out" "I see. Well that fits in perfectly with what I'm really calling you about. The girls and I decided that one of us ought to get in touch and offer their services to help you become Gemma again, if you wanted to. As I'm only ten minutes drive from you I volunteered. What I suggest is we spend the afternoon finding out conclusively if Gemma's there inside you or not. Is that okay?" For a couple of seconds I said nothing. Bearing in mind I had already resolved to try the slip on before Jane had called and the reasons for doing so, her proposal made perfect sense. However I was once again opening myself up to being seen as Gemma by another person. "Yes okay, Jane" I finally decided "I guess it'll resolve the issue once and for all" "That's wonderful Jeremy. Your new dress is size twelve, which is the same size as me, so I'll bring around a few of my outfits as well and we'll explore this thing until you know exactly where you stand. See you in about forty minutes. Bye" "Bye" I replied, but she'd already hung up. "Well here we go again" I thought. Having spent a whole day dressed up as a woman on Friday, here I was less than two days later agreeing to spend another few hours trying on lingerie, dresses, blouses and skirts and whatever else Jane bought with her. In reality I had a bit of a soft spot for Jane. She'd had a terrible last two years and yet managed to remain a very nice person, when she could have turned very bitter. About two years ago she'd met a chap and embarked on a whirlwind romance with him. Within six months they were married and as a work friend I'd attended her wedding night party. She'd looked every inch the fairy princess in her wedding gown. I remember Emma saying that only Jane could get away with wearing a meringue like that. The upshot was that the chap had turned out to be an inveterate womaniser and within a year she'd divorced him. It was only in the last three months that the old Jane had started to emerge. For that reason alone I would have found it very difficult to turn down her offer. I returned to unpacking the suitcase. There were two pairs of shoes. The first was the blue leather courts I'd worn on Friday. The other pair were also leather court shoes, but black with a higher heel. I noticed that one of new shoes had a post-it-note attached to the sole. "I've had these in my locker at work for over a year. Karen left them when she got another job. I think you'll find they match everything else very nicely" Love Louise xx. So all the girls had contributed to my outfit. I would suggest to Jane that I start by trying all the ladies gifts on. The only other items of clothing in the case were other pieces of bank uniform. These comprised of a simple white blouse with the bank's red and blue colours picked out as stripes on the collar and cuffs, a dark blue pencil skirt that came to above the knee and a scarf in the bank's colours which went round the neck and tucked down the front of the blouse. I knew this uniform well as it was what the girls who worked on the counter with me wore. "If Elizabeth hadn't asked me to swap with Sue, this is what I'd have been wearing on Friday" I thought. The suitcase was almost empty now. I lifted out a small square cardboard box which I discovered contained the breast forms. Lifting one from the box I weighed it in one hand while gently stroking the moulded nipple with the other. I was reminded that I'd rather liked the feel of these when Elizabeth had placed them in the cups of my pretty bra. All that was left now was the wig I'd worn on Friday and the blue leather handbag. I placed the wig carefully on the bed with everything else and then opened the clasp of the handbag. I pulled out the make up bag, wig brush, a packet of tissues and the spare pair of stockings Elizabeth had told me would be there. I also found a small bottle of perfume and was shocked to find that this had a post-it note from Elizabeth attached to it "Dearest Gemma. It's those important finishing touches that really finish an outfit off. My very best regards, Elizabeth" Even my straight laced boss had bought into the idea of me as Gemma. There was one thing left in the bag. It was the photograph of course and with it Tony's note. I'd managed to blank out the existence of this item since Friday but now looking at the photo everything came flooding back. What nobody else looking at this photo could see was Tony's large hand squeezing my right buttock. In my mind the mental picture of me wearing nothing but the pretty lingerie and kneeling in front of Tony returned. I fought to clear my mind of this image, turning the picture round to find the scribbled note that Elizabeth had told me Tony had added. What I actually found was an envelope, folded in half and stuck to the back of the photo with sticky tape. I tore the envelope from the photograph and opened it. There'd been no name written on the front of the envelope but there was a handwritten note inside and it began "To the lovely Gemma". I swallowed audibly and read the rest of the note. "Jill found out about my secret the other week. Yes I'm attracted to pretty transvestites. I'm worried that she's portrayed me as some sort of predatory monster but the truth is I have never forced myself on any of my special girlfriends. Most guys who dress up as women are not interested in other men so I wouldn't dream of presuming anything about you. All I can say is that you look as pretty as any special girl I've ever met and if you ever had any curiosity about men like me please think of me first. Your friend, Tony". At the bottom he'd written his mobile number and under it were the words "Text me if you need anything" I exhaled loudly. I reread the note and put it in the back pocket of my jeans. I decided that what transpired this afternoon would answer a lot of the questions that were now racing around my mind. Two minutes later the doorbell rang. Jane breezed in carrying a large suitcase. "The neighbours will think I've got a new girl moving in with me" I chuckled." Pointing at me Jane replied "Well, in one way you have". We both laughed. "How much stuff have you bought with you?" I asked "This suitcase has got a variety of different outfits in it and my plan is we start with these. I've left another outfit in my car and depending on how things go we'll try that one on later". Jane replied. "Okay" I replied "but first I think I ought to try on the dress and everything you girls have given me" "Good idea Gemma" Jane agreed. Jane picked up the lingerie set she'd bought me. "I suggest you take the panties with you to the bathroom. Take your clothes off and slip them on." Jane then opened the case she'd bought with her and pulled out a baby blue negligee. Handing it to me she continued "You can wear this to cover your modesty. While your doing that I'll get everything organised" "Okay" I replied and left the room. It struck me how different from Friday this experience already was. On that day, once I'd accepted my punishment, I'd effectively been forced to dress up as a woman. Today, however, in the privacy of my own home I felt far more relaxed. I couldn't escape the fact that on this Sunday I was choosing to dress up in women's clothes. I was soon wearing the black lacy panties and baby blue negligee. The latter was floor length, very silky and tied at the waist with a matching belt. I returned to my bedroom. Jane had been busy in my absence. She'd cleared everything from my bed and emptied the case she'd bought with her. "I've hung all the outfits in your wardrobe and put the lingerie in the bottom draw of your bedside unit. By the way that pretty lingerie you wore on Friday was made by Janet Reger, queen of expensive undies". "Surely Elizabeth wouldn't have spent a fortune on buying lingerie for me?" I said. "No, must be hers, I reckon. You've been wearing the formidable Mrs Linton's underwear" Jane replied with a huge grin on her face. "I've decided to do your make up first, Gemma. The sooner I get you looking like that pretty girl again, the better. When I first left school I trained as a beautician for two years, so I should be able to recreate the look Elizabeth gave you quite easily" I decided that I'd let Jane take complete charge of the situation and do whatever she suggested. I sat on the edge of my bed and Jane made my face up. After about ten minutes Jane stood back to admire her work and said "an excellent job, even if I say it myself. Let's get this wig fitted and then Gemma will be well and truly back" She placed the wig on the top of my head, anchoring it firmly with both hands. "Just lean forward for me a little sweetheart, while I make sure I've got this wig properly fitted. Okay, now lean back." As before, I felt the hair fall down to below my neck and around my face. Picking up the wig brush Jane continued "I'm going to style the wig the same way as you had it on Friday. I think it's important that you look as close as possible as to how you did that day." "These mirrored wardrobe doors are fantastic, Gemma. You'll really be able to see how pretty you look" enthused Jane. "The previous owners left them when they moved out." I replied. "What I propose Gemma is that you stand in front of the mirror and dress yourself. I'll guide you where necessary, but I'll also be observing your reaction to once again dressing up as a girl. Shall we get started?" I walked over to the wardrobe mirrors, stopping about six feet in front of them. Jane handed me the matching black lacy bra. "Slip the negligee off and let's see how you put a bra on" "Elizabeth told me how to put one on the other day" I countered and then proceeded to expertly put the bra on. "Can I fit these please?" asked Jane, holding the breast forms. "Sure" I replied and she stepped forward to slip one into each cup of my bra. "I have to admit I like the way these feel" I said. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you see, Gemma" requested Jane. I'd been so preoccupied with putting the bra on properly and having the breast forms inserted, that I'd hadn't looked at myself in the mirror. "Wow" was all I could manage as I again looked at my reflection. A pretty girl wearing sexy bra and panties looked back at me. "Wow, indeed" agreed Jane "you look wonderful already and we've hardly started" I picked up the suspender belt and easily clipped it into place. Jane handed me the black lace patterned stockings as I sat down on the edge of my bed, still facing the mirror. I gathered the first stocking up so that I could easily slide it over my foot. I then eased the stocking slowly up my leg until it reached my upper thigh. I soon had the other stocking on and once again stood in front of the mirror. I attached four suspenders to each stocking and then turning my body both to the left and to the right, checked they were straight. I also adjusted the suspender belt to make sure it fitted just so around my waist. With an eyebrow raised knowingly, Jane handed me the dress which Emma and Sue had bought me. "I've undone the zip, so just step into the dress and feed your arms through the sleeves. Then pull it on completely and I'll do you up" Jane instructed. I did as she said and as Jane did the zip up at the back I could feel the dress hug my every curve. I adjusted the belt, which accentuated my figure even more. Jane had placed the black leather court shoes on the floor in front of me and I stepped into them. They fitted like a glove. I turned towards the mirror once more. I couldn't help but notice the black bra straps showing through the see through top of the dress. Without saying a word Jane produced a digital camera from her handbag and took a couple of photographs of me. "I hope you don't mind, but I promised the girls that if the situation arose I'd take a couple of snaps of you wearing the dress they bought you" "That's okay" I said, absent mindedly lost in my thoughts. A period of silence followed. Jane could hold back no more and gushed "Oh Gemma, you look so beautiful, how do you feel?" At first I couldn't reply. It was hard to believe I was the pretty girl looking back at me in the mirror. "I-I'm n-not sure" I stammered. On Friday I'd been overwhelmed with feelings of embarrassment and humiliation as I was introduced to my work colleagues. Today, however, these feelings were completely absent and in their place...I struggled to put my finger on just how I was feeling today. Realising that perhaps I was struggling with my thoughts Jane said "Perhaps we should try another outfit. The dress you're wearing now would be perfect for meeting the girls for a drink on a Friday night, but what if you'd been invited to a party?" Jane opened the door of the wardrobe and picked out my next outfit. "You'll look fantastic in this frock Gemma" A profusion of deep pink taffeta and black net was held against my body. The dress was sleeveless with wide shoulder straps leading down to a tightly fitted bodice. Below the waistline, however the dress flared out into a very full calf length skirt. The fullness was then increased with a built in black frothy net petticoat. Jane unzipped the dress I was wearing and I eased it down my body, letting it fall to the floor. I picked it up and handed it to Jane. Jane in turn handed me the party frock. "You don't need to change any underwear to wear this dress, Gemma and the shoes will match just fine". I fumbled with the dress searching for the zip. "If you want a clue, not all dresses do up at the back" laughed Jane. I eventually found the zip on one side of the dress and pulled it down. With the zip down I was able to step into the dress. I slowly eased the dress up over my body, easing my shoulders through the wide straps. I was able to reach the side zip myself and pulled it up. The tightly fitting upper bodice clung to my chest, making the most of my feminised cleavage, while the skirt cascaded down over my knees and down to my calves. I instinctively shook the full skirt of the dress to allow the net petticoat to drop into place. Finally I took a proper look at myself in the mirror. I looked so pretty, it was hard to take in. Unprompted by Jane, I turned away from the mirror and sashayed across the room, every short step causing the dress to rustle. I reached the opposite wall of my bedroom and turned and walked back towards the mirror, enjoying every step. There was no doubt in my mind that I loved wearing this dress, although I didn't want to go overboard with my enthusiasm in front of Jane. Jane, however, had clearly seen enough. "You love that dress don't you, Gemma?" Not waiting for a reply she continued "I think it's time for the acid test. We could carry on going through all the outfits I brought with me but I think it's time for the dress I left in my car. I'll go and fetch it". Jane hadn't given me time to answer her original question, but I guess my body language had given me away. With Jane out of the room I once again faced the mirror and couldn't resist performing a twirl, spinning round in a circle. The full skirt rose to expose the net petticoat and it was only a few seconds after I'd stopped spinning that the skirts stopped rustling and fell back into place. Thinking back to Elizabeth's slip, it seemed the more feminine the garment, the more I enjoyed wearing it. So what on earth could Jane be fetching now; something even more feminine than the deep pink party frock I was wearing? Jane reappeared in my bedroom carrying two large pink boxes. "You've seen this outfit before" Jane said cryptically "I wore about two years ago". "That's when you got marri...." The penny dropped loudly on the floor. These boxes contained Jane's bridal gown and whatever else she'd worn on her special day. "They say that a girl will never look more beautiful than she does on her wedding day" Jane continued "so the question is Gemma do you want to look that beautiful?" I knew my body language throughout the afternoon must scream an answer in the affirmative, but I was still reluctant to actually put my feelings into words. All I could manage was a small nod. "It's okay sweetheart, I know you're travelling on a difficult journey" Jane reassured me. "Before we start I'll just take another couple of photos to add to your fashion portfolio". Once again she took her digital camera from her bag and took some photos of me in the party frock. So deep had I been in my thoughts when she'd taken the first pictures, that it had hardly registered but now as I contemplated being dressed in Jane's bridal gown I realised that these pictures could be interpreted as irrefutable evidence of my transvestite feelings. "We're going to do this a bit differently, Gemma. Traditionally a bride is assisted with her dressing by her bridesmaids. I shall be your bridesmaid today and help you with your outfit. In addition I don't want you looking in the mirror until you are completely dressed"' Jane explained "Shall we start?" I managed a barely audible yes. I could remember how Jane looked on her wedding day. She had been the archetypal fairy princess and today I was going to look the same. "Firstly you need to change your lingerie" said Jane. "Take these very lacy white panties to the bathroom and put them on, after carefully removing the dress and undies you're wearing" she continued. I made my way to the bathroom. I quickly undid the side zip of the party frock and eased the dress off my shoulders and down my body. I let it fall to the floor and stepping out of it, perched myself on the edge of the bath. I eased the black court shoes off my feet , followed by my black lingerie and stockings. I now stepped into the very lacy panties and pulled them up around my waist. I gathered up all the clothes I'd taken off and returned to my bedroom. "I'll take those and put them away" said Jane and took the party frock and black lingerie from me. "Meanwhile why don't you see if you can work out how to put that basque on" she added pointing to a very lacy, white corset like garment with suspenders attached. I picked up the bridal lingerie, noting it needed to be done up with a column of hook and eye fastenings. Thinking about how I'd been taught to put a bra on, I wrapped the basque around me, back to front, and starting at the bottom, slowly did up each hook and eye fastening. I then shifted the basque the right way around and eased the straps over my shoulders. "It looks like you won't need much help from me" laughed Jane. "These stockings are pure silk so you need to be very careful not to put a ladder in them" I took the gossamer like white stockings from Jane and sat down on the edge of my bed. I slowly ruffled the first one up and placed my foot into the silky hosiery. With the utmost care I eased the stocking up my leg until it reached my thigh. I soon had the second one on and attached each of the basque's suspenders. "Are they straight" I asked "They're fine" confirmed Jane "and I have to say you made all that look very easy". She then placed the breast forms into the cups of my basque. "From now on you'll definitely need my help" said Jane, taking a voluminous set of net of petticoats from one of the boxes "This is actually one garment but is made from five layers of net, each with rows of froufrou frills right down to the hem. Over the nets we've got two layers of white silk, the first one plain, the outer one very heavily decorated with row after row of fine lace. The whole thing fastens with a button at the back" As Jane explained the details of this extremely feminine garment to me, I sensed inside a growing frisson of excitement. I could no longer deny to myself how much I wanted to wear Jane's wedding outfit. Jane unbuttoned the petticoats and held them in front of me. "Carefully step into the petti's Gemma and try to avoid catching your foot in the nets." I placed my right leg into the beautiful garment and very slowly eased it down through the layers of net. To help keep my balance I lightly gripped Jane's shoulder as I placed my left leg into the petticoat. Again I very slowly eased my leg down and was finally able to stand properly. Jane kept hold of the top of the skirts, while reaching around behind me to do up the button. She then fussed round me, primping each layer of the petticoat to ensure it hung properly. Jane then placed a pair of white satin covered shoes on the floor in front of me. The heel was about three inches, so I knew I'd manage to walk in them. Kneeling before me Jane took hold of my right foot and with one hand lifting my petticoats, slipped the pretty shoe on with the other. She repeated this with my left foot. "Can you pull your petticoat up to your thigh please, Gemma, I'm going to put your garter on". I did as instructed, marvelling at just how much pretty fabric I was encased in. Jane then slid the blue lacy garter up my left leg, positioning it at stocking top level. I released the skirts and they fell satisfyingly into place. "The dress will come last Gemma, but don't worry we're nearly there. Next I'm going to attach the veil to your head" The veil was made of a very heavily lace trimmed net and was long enough to reach down to my waist behind me; with the help of a jewelled tiara and a couple of discreetly hidden hairpins it was firmly fixed to my head. "Jewellery next" continued Jane, as she attached a white drop pearl earring to each ear. A choker made up of five rows of white pearls was fastened round my neck and finally a matching bracelet was slid around my wrist. "You already look gorgeous Gemma, but in this dress you'll look beautiful beyond words." Inside I was trembling with the anticipation of wearing Jane's bridal gown, for the moment not caring much about what this said about me. She went over to the second box and gently lifted the wedding dress from it. Holding it by the shoulders in front of her with the front facing towards me, Jane let me take in the detail of the ultra feminine gown. The main skirt part of the dress appeared to be constructed from yard after yard of ivory satin and was stunningly decorated with hundreds of beads which shimmered in the light. The hem of the dress was trimmed with a heavy lace like pattern which only accentuated the extreme femininity of the garment. Moving up the dress, the waistline was cut to be close fitting while the bodice had a v-shaped neckline decorated with rose shaped appliqu?. The whole of the upper part of the dress was decorated with yet more beads and the very full short sleeves were gathered with a tight cuff which I assumed was fastened with a button. As if reading my mind Jane said "It's beautiful isn't it" "Yes" I replied with a barely audible squeak. "The dress is actually done up with a zip, but it's hidden behind a long column of false satin covered buttons, so it's not quite as difficult to put on as it looks" Jane explained. She pulled the long zip right down to its lowest point. She then gathered the dress up in her hands so as to create a large gap which would fit over my head. "As you can see the dress has to go on over your head. We need to be careful that your face doesn't touch the gown to prevent any of your make up staining the dress." Jane now approached me. It was the moment of the truth or as Jane had put it: the acid test. I let Jane place the dress over my head. "Find the sleeves and push your arms through them" With a little difficulty I located the sleeves and fed my arms in to them. Jane found the hem of the dress and gently pulled it free and the whole dress floated down around me, encasing me in its gorgeous satin. She went behind me and carefully pulled the zip up to the very top, ensuring that my veil didn't get stuck in the fastening. The bodice clung to my upper body, fitting me like a glove while the incredibly full skirt flowed out all around my body, given its wonderful shape by the voluminous net petticoats I was wearing underneath. Jane stood back to admire me "Oh Gemma, I can't believe how truly beautiful you look" I decided to wait until I could see myself in the mirror before I tried to say anything. "Oh I nearly forget. Put these for me on will you, gorgeous". She handed me a pair of white lace fingerless gloves. I pulled each of the dainty gloves on to my hands. Meanwhile Jane had got her digital camera out again. "I'll take a few photos of this special moment" she confirmed and snapped away five or six times. "I'm going to bring the veil down over your face now, Gemma. Then I'll turn you round and guide towards the mirror. You may find it easier to walk if you gather you're skirts and petticoats up a touch" Jane took hold of the veil and eased it up over the back of head and then down over my face. I felt for the skirt of the dress and took hold of it, ensuring I also gripped the petticoat through the satin material. Happy I was now ready, Jane gently placed her arm through mine and led me to the mirror. Through the net of the veil I could see I was approaching the mirror, although it was hard to make out any detail. "I think that's close enough" decided Jane. She moved in front of me and gently lifted the veil back over my head, then stepped out of the way so I could take in every detail of my appearance. I have to admit that my knees buckled a little at the shock of my appearance. Standing before me was a very feminine, pretty young woman wearing the most amazingly gorgeous fairy tale style wedding gown. I tried to open my mouth but no words came out. The enormity of the journey I'd travelled in a little over three days hit me with a rush. In that time I'd gone from a normal guy who enjoyed doing normal guy things to the highly feminised glamour puss I now saw before me. Sensing I was struggling with my emotions Jane eased an arm gently round my waist "It's okay sweetheart, I think anybody would be rendered speechless in your situation" Her reassurances weren't enough this time however. My bottom lip started to tremble uncontrollably and I burst into tears, sobbing like the girl I had surely become. Jane put her arms completely around me and held me close to her "It's okay, baby, it's okay" she whispered "please don't cry. Try and accept what you've discovered about yourself today". Slowly my sobs subsided and I broke from her embrace "I-I look beautiful and....." "Deep breaths, Gemma" interrupted Jane, sensing that I might be about to break down again. "and I love it, I love looking like this" I continued. "To tell the truth, Gemma I knew, as soon as I saw you put the bra on that I bought you, that you were just a natural at all this. And there's nothing wrong with that" Jane revealed. "You like crossdressing and your damn good at it. I and the other girls have been amazed at just how good you look and we fully support the side of you that is Gemma" she continued and then finally with a big smile on her face she said "You passed the acid test" She was right of course. I couldn't so enjoy being dressed as a bride and then deny being a transvestite. I was feeling calmer now. I knew I had a lot to come to terms with, but looking at my reflection once again I couldn't help but smile. Jane was standing next to me and she smiled back at me "Until today I'd come to have very negative feelings about this dress". explained Jane "But seeing it bring so much pleasure to somebody else has been a cathartic experience for me. I'd like you to keep the whole outfit here. Consider it a long term loan." she continued. "Thank you" was all I could reply. Inside I knew I'd be trying on Jane's beautiful wedding dress many times in the future. "That loan agreement also applies to all the other outfits I brought here today. I've worn them all enough times before" "I seem to have acquired a wardrobe" was all I could add. "I think I'll leave you to it, Gemma. I know you've got some things to think about" said Jane. She put her arms round my waist and kissed me on both cheeks. "I can't thank you enough for today Jane. I don't think I'd have got to this feeling of calm without you. And thanks for the clothes". "Is it okay if I email the girls when I get home? I'll give them your news and attach a few of the photographs I've taken. I know they'll be so pleased for you. I'll copy you in of course" Jane asked "Yes, that's fine. It'll save me having to explain everything myself" I replied. She showed herself out of my house, leaving me standing there still dressed in the beautiful wedding dress and petticoats. An hour later I was sat at my computer, viewing Jane's email. She'd explained the afternoon's events and where they'd led me and the photographs were wonderful. I'd changed out of the bridal gown by now and put everything back into the boxes. However I wasn't back in guy mode. Before Jane had phoned I'd decided to try on Elizabeth's lacy slip again and now I had it once more along with her pretty bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings. I'm sure the girls felt they'd successfully resolved all the issues arising from the last few days, but as I sat at my computer wearing the feminine lingerie I knew there was another question to be answered. That's why Tony's note lay on the desk in front of me. To be continued