Now It's My Turn! - Part 2 free porn video

My Wife enjoyed her Fantasy - Now it's my turn! Part 2 This continues the story of Peter/Patricia and Sally from the time (s)he returns from Manchester, having, with the help of Cindy and Claude, developed a convincing feminine persona, through to the point where they "live happily ever after"............or do they? Might there be more to come? Who knows? Your feedback would help me make up my mind! I decided I wanted Sally to meet the "new" Patricia in all her glory and, as maxi-dresses were currently all the rage, slipped into a new outfit I had bought a couple of days previously in one of the many boutiques that line Deansgate in Manchester. It was a black sheath, printed with a red floral design; very stylish. The train journey home was surprisingly ordinary. I didn't attract any second glances and clearly was not "read" as a cross-dresser. I sat and browsed through a copy of Cosmopolitan that I purchased at the station bookstall. I became absorbed by what I was reading to the point I nearly missed my station. In the past I had sneered at Sally for buying "women's magazines" claiming them to be a total waste of money. Whilst it is true that there are many fluffy, superficial publications out there, they tend not to last long, but the quality magazines, like Cosmo, do last and are full of seriously good journalism. Yet more of my words I was being forced to eat as I experienced life on the other side of the gender fence! Sally was waiting at the door as I walked up our drive pulling my, rather heavy, wheelie-case. She came out to meet me. "Welcome Patricia" she announced, in a rather louder voice than she would usually have used for the benefit of any neighbours who might have been earshot. "It is so lovely to have you staying with me whilst Peter is abroad. I do so hate being on my own in the house for any more than the odd night or two." We air-kissed, as two cousins might, and entered the house. As soon as the door was shut, Sally was in my arms kissing me enthusiastically. "Darling, you look wonderful. I love the dress. Where did you get it? I want one the same. How are you? Tell me everything you have been up to. How is Cindy?"......the words just tumbled out of her mouth in her excitement. I laughed. "It's good to see you too" I said. "I promise I will tell you everything, but right now I could kill for a cup of tea, and I need to get out of these heels; my feet are killing me." "Your voice!" exclaimed Sally, "it is so feminine. I can hardly believe my husband is lurking somewhere underneath all that finery." Holding hands we went to the kitchen and made my longed-for pot of tea. As we sat in the lounge I started to tell Sally about everything that had happened in Manchester. I had phoned her each night I was away, so she knew the broad outlines of what had happened but now wanted to be filled in with all the details. As you can imagine this took a long time and we had to keep breaking off to pour ourselves drinks and make supper. Eventually I came to the point in my story where Cindy and I had gone to the races with Stephen. I did not attempt to hide anything from Sally and as I told her about my feelings at the moment Stephen came inside me. Sally squeezed my hand. "I know, the moment of climax for a woman can be wonderful - so long as the man is considerate and takes his time. It's not so much fun when he just gets his rocks off and leaves you lying there unsatisfied." (To my shame I could recall being guilty of some such disappointments for Sally myself!) "I really don't mind that you had sex with Stephen" she continued. "I realise how overwhelming the temptation to see what love-making can be like from the woman's perspective. In fact" she mussed "I am starting to have an idea about how you and I might explore this further!" She refused to say any more and left me wondering what wacky ideas were churning around in her pretty, devious, little head! We retired to our bedroom early and helped each other disrobe. Sally had deliberately deferred asking to see my now body parts until I had told her the rest of my story as she didn't want to get distracted by my stripping off in the living room! As my breasts and vagina were exposed......(with, of course, a cute little pose and twirl from me!).....Sally took a sharp in-draw of breath. "But they are so lifelike" she gasped and, tentatively reached out to touch me. "It's ok; they don't bite and won't break" I laughed as she cupped my breasts in her hands. This was so exciting for me, I could feel my real nipples start to harden and, thanks to Claude's amazing sensors, so did the nipples on my fake breasts. Sally was astounded. "That is amazing; and you can truly feel me caressing you?" she asked. "Yes I can" I replied "and it is turning me on something rotten!" I bent down, kissed her, and started returning her caresses. We both fell onto the bed where, without more ado, Sally introduced me to the delights of girl-on-girl love making. We awoke the next morning wrapped in each others arms. I lazily started to initiate another bout of love-making but Sally pushed me away with a laugh. "Sorry love, but it is a working day for me. One of us has to earn enough pennies to keep the wolf from the door while you laze around waiting for your six months "gardening leave" to expire. Anyway, how are you planning to spend the day?" "I'm not sure" I replied. "I do need to launder the clothes the clothes in my case and I notice there is a backlog of correspondence waiting to be dealt with. I think I sort all that out then pop out to the shops to get us something nice for dinner." "Oh that will be lovely" Sally enthused. "Be sure to let all the local shopkeepers know that you are my cousin who has come to stay whilst Peter is overseas. That way they won't be surprised to see you around the neighbourhood and won't start wondering where Peter has got to." This was a very sensible suggestion and I resolved to put it into practice as soon as possible. I made us a quick cup of coffee and bowl of muesli whilst Sally showered and dressed. (No more fried breakfasts for me; a girl needs to think of her figure!) After Sally had departed for work, I washed up and took my turn in the shower. Now, what to wear? Amazing how that typical female thought had come naturally to my mind. I decided "casual" as I would be working and took a look through my, fairly limited, wardrobe. The lilac slacks Sally had made me wear during my "effeminate male" period caught my eye. They were obviously female trousers with the zipper at the back and neat pleats in the front. I decided they would be ideal and teamed them with a deeper purple silk blouse and a cream cardigan that I found in Sally's closet and that, too my delight, fitted me. The trousers fitted much more smoothly now that I had feminine hips and, of course, my new prosthetic ensured that there was no unsightly bulge in the front. Knee-hi hose and a pair of black flats finished off my outfit, and I chose pair of amethyst earrings, a simple gold chain necklace, and a gold ladies watch from Sally's jewellery box. The fact that her cardigan fitted me got me thinking that maybe I could share some of her other clothes. The temptation to start trying everything on was nearly overwhelming, but I knew I had a lot to get through that day, so resisted. Playtime would have to wait until later! I quickly sorted through my dirty laundry and put on a load of washing. The more delicate items I washed by hand and hung them up to dry in the utility room. It turned out that most of the post was circulars and junk mail, so the few items that did need attention were soon dealt with. I paused to make myself a cup of coffee but eventually decided I could delay no longer. The time had come for me to venture forth dressed as a woman for the first time in my home neighbourhood. This was my first big test. Would anyone recognise me? Sally and I didn't have any really close friends amongst our neighbours but, naturally, we routinely passed the time of day with them and hence "Peter" was a familiar figure in the area; known to many. I took one of Sally's black handbags out of her closet; put my own things in it; checked - twice - that I had a front door key; took a deep breath; and stepped out into the big wide world. It was a bright sunny day and, in spite of my nervousness, I found it exhilarating to be out in the fresh air. My handbag swung gently in my right hand as I walked down the street. I tried to remember what Cindy had taught me about taking smaller steps and how to hold my shoulders and hands. It must have been ok because no-one stared at me and I even managed to return the frazzled smile I received from a young mother I knew slightly as she walked past trying to cope with an unruly toddler, a pushchair, and her shopping. This was just one woman to another indicating, in effect, "aren't you glad you are able to do your shopping on your own without all my encumbrances!" The fact that she hadn't "read" me and had seen me just as another woman lifted my spirits considerably. I raised my head proudly and had to smile because, of course, this had the effect of lifting my breasts into a more prominent position! I had decided to cook Sally her favourite dish for dinner. Sally much prefers high quality, well-cooked, plain dishes to elaborate, fancy concoctions. Her all time favourite is a fillet steak cooked medium rare and served with garlic mushrooms, green beans, and stuffed tomatoes. Given the price of filet steak, it was a dish we didn't eat too often, but tonight was a special treat and I want to do the best I could for her. We have as very good butchers in the parade of shops near us. Fortunately as "chauvinist Peter" I had thought shopping to be "woman's work", so wasn't known by the shop staff. Fortunately the lady serving clearly liked to chat with her customers and asked me; "Haven't seen you in here before. Have you just moved to the area?" In reply I was able to explain that I was Sally's cousin and would be staying with her for a while. "So I expect I will be back here fairly regularly over the next few weeks" I said. "I can see you sell excellent meat and, as I enjoy cooking - (not strictly true!), I will look forward to trying out different cuts." "Well," I thought as I left the shop, if I am any judge of character, that story will be round the neighbourhood before the day is out!" My next port of call was our little local supermarket, where I purchased the vegetables, some flowers, and the wine. For a local shop, ours carries a remarkably good stock of nice wines, so I was able to find good Bordeaux at a not unreasonable price. Now as "wine buying" can be seen as a male responsibility, "Peter" was known in this store. Still this was a challenge that would have to be surmounted, so I walked, with as much confidence as I could muster to the check-out. I need not have worried, the bored girl at the till hardly looked at me as she scanned the items and handed me my bill. I paid with cash, remembering that I still needed to sort out a credit card on my account that I could use as Patricia. I returned home in high good humour; my first challenge had been met and I had walked around my own home neighbourhood for over half an hour, and had even passed some people I knew, without being recognised. Maybe I could pull this off after all and my fantasy of living for a whole month as a woman might just be achievable. When I got home, I heated myself a small bowl of soup for lunch - (no bread or alcohol!) - and watched the lunchtime news on television. To sit down in the middle of the day for a meal was unusual enough for me, but to watch television in the daytime.....!!!!! Afterwards I wrote a letter, as Peter, to my bank asking for a second credit card on my account to be used by my cousin Patricia. (It occurred to me that it would be more straightforward if "Patricia" was Peter's blood-relative, rather than Sally's. The use of the word "cousin" is sufficiently vague that it could be used by either of us without raising any suspicion.) I was also struck that, by a fortunate accident, because it hadn't been planned, Sally had chosen a female name for me that had the same initial as my male name. Thus I could have two credit cards in the name of "P Jackson", with one signed by Peter and the other by Patricia. With her own credit card, Patricia would find shopping much easier. (Although whether Peter's bank account could cope with her clothes shopping would still have to be determined!) With my tasks for the day completed I set about getting the house nice for Sally's return. I dusted the surfaces in the hall, dining room and lounge and arranged the flowers I had brought in two displays, one on the dining room table and the other in the hall. They gave a nice feminine touch to the rooms I thought. As evening came and the light started to fall, I switched on the table lamps in the lounge and made sure there were fresh candles in the holders in the dining room. I decanted the wine; made sure there was ice and lemon ready for Sally's G & T; and prepared the meal, all ready for cooking at the last minute. I put a CD of "easy listening" music in the player and looked around at my work with a great sense of satisfaction. "Sally will like this I thought". I suddenly noticed the time; Sally would be home within the hour and I was still wearing trousers and flats! This would never do, so I hurried to our bedroom and quickly changed into a fresh, emerald green, silk blouse; a grey check, full skirt; medium tan tights and a pair of black patent heels. I brushed my hair and freshened my make-up. The jewellery I was wearing went well with my new outfit and I decided to leave well enough alone. I had hardly returned downstairs when I heard Sally's key in the lock. I approached the front door with a beaming smile hoping for some word of approval from Sally, but, as the door opened, a tearful lady threw herself into my arms. "Oh Pat" she cried, "I have had a dreadful day. Those bastard men at the office do nothing but criticise my work. I know I could do their jobs better than most of them - and I'm not legally trained - but, because I am a woman, I am only fit for menial tasks and being shouted at when things go wrong for them. Things I could have helped them avoid if they would only let me." I wrapped my arms around her and made soothing noises. I knew, deep down, that only a few short weeks ago I had been no different from these men; now I understood totally how distressing the situation must be for an ambitious, intelligent woman like Sally. I managed to calm her down and led her into the lounge. "Sit here whilst I get you a drink" I suggested. "I do understand how you cross you must feel at work, but at least here at home things have improved slightly, I hope!" Sally gave me a damp smile. "Yes dear; you really are trying to live up to your promise but now, even you, must see how unfair it is for us women in the workplace." I poured us both a drink and sat with her quietly until she had calmed down. Eventually she sat up. "You look very nice" she said, "Isn't that one of my blouses? It suits you." I had to admit to borrowing one or two of her things. "I hope you don't mind" I queried, "only I don't have very many things of my own yet." "Of course not" she replied. "It will be lovely sharing clothes with you. After dinner let's look out a few things you can transfer from my closet to your wardrobe." I suggested she take a leisurely bath whilst I cooked dinner. "It will take about three-quarters of an hour" I announced, so you will have plenty of time to relax. Sally smiled her thanks and wandered off upstairs whilst I retired to the kitchen. When she came down from her bath, Sally was much calmer. She hadn't bothered to re-dress, but was wearing a beautiful silk nightdress and matching negligee in a deep ivory colour. She had put her hair up in a loose top-knot and hadn't put on any make-up. I can't recall seeing her look more beautiful and a lump came to my throat. I was so lucky to be married to this wonderful woman! "I hope you don't mind?" she said "but I couldn't face getting dressed again." I told her how beautiful she looked and we ended up in each other's arms; both in tears. I seated Sally at the table and served our dinner. I hadn't made a starter, so we went straight into the steak; if I say so myself, it was delicious. Clearly our butcher knew how to source his meat and I made a mental promise to us him again in the future. No more supermarket meat for us! The wine was equally good and Sally expressed herself delighted with the whole thing - the meal, candles, flowers, wine; everything! "I'm sorry I was in such a state when I came in" she apologised. I do hope I haven't ruined the lovely surprise you prepared for me." I hastened to assure her that she hadn't and that I understood why she was so upset about the way she was being treated at work. "I only wish there was something I could do to help" I said "but I don't see how I can. I know the sort of men you have to deal with - I used to be just like them!" Sally, sadly, suggested we talk no more about that evening so as not to spoil our time together. "Come on" she said, rising and holding out her hand to me. "Let's see which of my clothes fit you and which you would like to borrow." We hurried upstairs, hand in hand, and spent a couple of very happy hours trying on dresses, skirts, blouses, and jumpers, until we had a large pile that needed to be moved into my wardrobe. "With all this spare space in my closet I feel a need to go out shopping" Sally giggled. "And we might have to look for a larger wardrobe for you. There isn't going to be much room left after we put all these away. Why don't you box up your male clothes and put them in the attic for the next few weeks? It is not as though you are going to wear them - not looking the way you do at present. Your boobs would never fit inside you slim-cut shirts!" I grabbed her and, laughing, we fell onto the bed, where I put her over my knee and pulled up her nightie, exposing her bare bottom which was begging for a good spanking. What happened next I can leave to your imagination! The next morning Sally, somewhat reluctantly, set off, once again, for work. My heart went out to her. There is nothing worse that having to go into work knowing in advance that you are not going to enjoy it. I spent the morning sorting through all the lovely clothes Sally had loaned me and putting them away in my wardrobe. There was a wonderful selection to choose from and I knew I was going to have fun wearing them There were day dresses, skirt suits, trouser suits, blouses, jumpers, a couple of evening gowns and even a few raunchy clubbing outfits - (from our "dating" days that she had kept for sentimental reasons!) The only things missing were underwear and shoes. Although not large for a man, my feet were one size larger than Sally's. As for underwear; Sally said she thought I should have my own. Women-friends might swap outer garments, but would never use each other's undies. I would need to go shopping! After lunch - cream cheese on a cracker (!) - I decided to go out and see what I could find in the shops. I decided not to drive but to take the bus - (the more I had to interact with other people, the more confident I would become about my new persona.) I changed out of the casual skirt and jumper I had been wearing all morning and put on a pretty green, shirtwaister dress, printed with blue flowers. I slipped on a lightweight coat of Sally's and put my things into one of her handbags. (We had agreed that there was no point in my buying too many of my own handbags and coats and that these were items we could share.) The bus journey was uneventful and after about half-an-hour I found myself in the town centre. I headed for our largest department store and made my way to the lingerie section. Initially I didn't know where to start; there were so many racks of tantalising, wispy garments. So, in the end, I just took a deep breath and dived in. I had decided I wanted to buy some matching underwear and headed for that part of the floor displaying bra and panty sets. I knew my bra size was 34C and that my panties should be a 10/12. I quickly found several sets I just adored; the difficulty was in choosing between them! In the end I selected a set in lime-green, trimmed with brown lace, a pale blue set, two in black, three in white - one with a matching suspender belt, and one in a deep pink - (I would save that one for a "special occasion" with Sally!) I also added a couple of packs of basic panties and two plain bras to the pile for "everyday" use. My eye was then caught by a beautiful, lace-trimmed slip in a dove grey that I just had to have! The pile of under garments was growing rapidly, and then I realised I would need my own nightdresses. I found a couple of full-length "tee- shirt" nighties in comfortable cotton before turning to the more seductive sets that I hoped would appeal to Sally. I chose a lovely nightdress in deep ivory with matching negligee - not dissimilar to the ones Sally had worn the previous evening - and then a "baby-doll" set in emerald green, with matching panties. I knew the colour would go well with my hair and thought "if I can't turn Sally on with this outfit, one of us has to be dead!!" I paid for my purchases and headed for the shoe department, where I brought half-a-dozen pairs which would go with the clothes Sally had lent me. Three pairs were classic, leather, court shoes in black, white and brown; there was a gorgeous satin pair in steel-blue with a sweet little bow at the back; and two pairs of five-inch stilettos - one in flame-red with a peep-toe, the other black patent. I also brought myself a pair of black, knee-length boots with a four inch heel and a pair of ivory bedroom slippers. Having paid for all these, I was glad I had arranged for "Patricia" to have her own credit-card! Having spent what I thought was a small fortune; I was heading for the exit when I found myself walking through the dress section - a BIG mistake! I spotted a gorgeous skirt-suit in a pale peach colour. The skirt was loosely pleated and fell to mid calf. The jacket was long, with the hem well below my hips; the fake-pocket flaps and lapels were decorated with gold embroidery. I just had to have it!!! It cost over ?200, but I knew it was worth that to me. But then it was back to the shoe department to find a pair of gold-coloured shoes and matching handbag; yet more expense! I staggered back to the bus laden down with shopping bags. "Big mistake not to use the car" I thought. During the bus journey I received many sympathetic smiles from other women who recognised someone who had over-shopped! Once home I hastened to replace the things in my male underwear drawer with my lovely new scanties. I hung my new suit proudly in my wardrobe and, only then, started to think about whether I would ever find the right opportunity to wear it - typical female impulse purchase!! When she got home from work, Sally expressed her approval of my purchases. In particular, she thought my new suit was beautiful; - which made me feel less guilty! The next few days fell into a gentle pattern. I would rise first and make Sally her breakfast whilst she dressed for work. I would then wash up the breakfast things, clean the house, sort out any laundry that was needed, decide on what we were going to have for dinner, shop for food, and then prepare things ready for Sally's return. After a couple of weeks, I realise I was getting bored again. I enjoyed wearing my new feminine clothes and putting on make-up and jewellery, but, in reality, things were little different than they had been a few weeks ago when, as a man, I had been wondering how to fill the next few months until I could, legally, start work in my new business. One evening, after a particularly frustrating day, I shared my feelings with Sally. "You ought to get yourself a job" she said "and I might be able to help." She then went on to explain what she meant. "Today in the office" she started, "I was with John - (the partner in the law firm for whom she worked as PA) - taking dictation - (yes, even in this day and age, the partners in this particular law-firm felt that it was a good use of a woman's time to take dictation; had they never heard of personal computers?!!) - when George came in. You remember George? He was the Partner we met in Manchester when we went to the Halle concert. Of course I remembered George; he had been rude and insulting when Sally and I had bumped into him in the bar at the Bridgewater Hall a few short weeks ago. "Well, he burst into the office; totally ignored me; and shouted out to John; "You know that silly bitch in the records office? Well she has just told me she has to take six weeks leave of absence immediately to go and look after her mother who has fallen and broken her hip. Why can't she pay someone else to look after her mother? After all, it wouldn't cost more than ?300 or ?400 a week" - (totally ignoring the discrepancy in pay between a Partner and a Support Assistant!) "As you know I am in the middle of a major case and that silly bitch was supposed to be digging out all the papers for me. What am I going to do now?" John commiserated with him and I resisted telling him to sort out his own papers! Anyway, the upshot is that they are looking for a temp to come in for a couple of months as Records Office Clerk. You could do the work standing on your head and, if you like, I could put your name forward. What do you think? If nothing else it will show you what a chauvinistic place it is where I have to work." This was an intriguing suggestion and certainly would provide an opportunity for me to get out of the house; overcome my incipient boredom and gain some experience of what it was like working as a woman in an environment where "man was king"! I swiftly agreed and Sally said she would put my name forward the next day. In the event she did so, saying; "My cousin is staying with me for a few weeks. She recently ended a long-standing relationship and is looking to return to work. Although she is much better qualified than this job requires, I am sure she would be happy to help out for a few weeks to get us through this tricky period." "I don't care about qualifications" John responded. "This is a woman's job and if she can do it, that's good enough for me." Sally bit her tongue and said I could start the following Monday. "Get her to report to George at 0830" John instructed. "And tell her not to be late!" So I had a new job, all-be-it a casual one, and one where I would certainly be valued as a second-class citizen! Still it would be a new challenge and another opportunity for me to see whether I could pass as a woman. This would be a more severe challenge as I would have to be convincing to the other women in the office, with whom I would be working cheek-by-jowl for the next few weeks. Could I keep up the deception for that amount of time? I was due to start work the following Monday, but, as today was Friday, Sally and I had the weekend in which to celebrate. "I have an idea" said Sally. "I have heard of a new club in town that is becoming very fashionable. Let's go and try it out. It is, apparently, a bit raunchy, so who knows what we might be letting ourselves in for, but I'm game to give it whirl if you are. For tonight let's agree "no holds barred" and that we go with the flow, wherever that may lead. Are you up for it?" I quickly acquiesced and Sally explained that the new venue was attracting a swinging clientele who were no adverse to a "bit on the side". We both agreed we found this idea exciting. On our earlier visit to Manchester, not only had I discovered that I was a latent transvestite, but Sally had found that she was very turned on by domination and not adverse to a bit of extra-marital sex!! She said that as long as I didn't object, she wouldn't mind finding out a bit more about that side of her psyche. Our conversation quickly turned to the question of what we should wear. "We need to indicate that we are both available if the right person turns up" Sally mussed. "I will go and look through my clothes and see what might be suitable. You go and take a shower." I did so and, on returning to our bedroom, found that Sally had dug out quite a pile of clothes that might be suitable. "I thought these might suit you" she said, indicating a pile she had put to one side. "And these might do for me; "why don't you try your outfit on whilst I get cleaned up?" She vanished into the bathroom and I, gingerly, picked up the clothes she had selected for me. I put them on. First off there was a black waist- cinch with six suspenders hanging from the hem. I wrapped it around myself and tightened the laces. Next, a black lacy bra from my own wardrobe. By now I was well versed in donning bras and slipped into this with no trouble. At first I couldn't find any knickers. Then I realised that a scrap of material in the middle of the pile was actually a thong! I put it on. It was the first time I had worn a thong and the sensation of a strip of material vanishing between my butt- cheeks was not very comfortable. "I suppose I am going to have to suffer in the cause of "style"" I mussed, as I pulled it into place. Next I rolled a pair of sheer, black nylons up my smooth legs and carefully clipped them to the suspenders. Fortunately Sally came out of the bathroom at about that moment and was able to help me lace my corset even tighter before I got into my outer garments. These consisted of, first, a sheer black, nylon, long-sleeved, tee- shirt, over which I wore a loose black, peasant's blouse. This had a deep v-neck, which showed of my cleavage, and which was decorated with beads and crystals around the neckline. Next I struggled to get into a very tight black, leather skirt. It was quite short, ending some six inches above my knee, with a zipper all the way up the front. It was very sexy! A wide, double buckled belt bridged the gap between blouse and skirt. A pair of black peep-toe shoes graced my feet. For jewellery I wore two black beaded bracelets, one on each wrist; a simple silver chain, from which hung a pretty heart-shaped locket, decorated with a bow. Large hoop earrings in black and silver adorned my ears and my make-up was a mix of brown and pink tones. All in all I thought I looked quite hot! Sally, once she had dressed, was, as I would have expected, even more striking. She had added a long hair-piece to her beautiful blonde hair and dressed it into a lovely cascading style. She was wearing a very low-cut, opaque, long-sleeved black top which displayed her bosom to great advantage! Her skirt was actually three net and lace petticoats, over which she wore a tight, red corset. With nude hose and black shoes, she looked stunning. A pretty coral necklace adorned her neck. "You look gorgeous" I enthused. "Good enough to eat! I love your outfit and can't wait to wear it myself!" "You will have to wait for another opportunity" she laughed. ""For tonight you look quite hot enough yourself!" We rang for a taxi and, as it arrived, grabbed our handbags and set of for a night on the town. Who could tell what adventures this might bring! When we arrived at the club, there was a short queue of people waiting to get in and we joined on the end. As we were waiting, I took the opportunity to take a look at the sort of clientele this new venue was attracting. It was quite an eclectic mix. It seemed to appeal to both the young and the more mature. There were some obviously gay couples, but also two or three groups on a "girls evening out". I couldn't spot any other cross-dressers - but then, was hoping no-one could "read" me either! We didn't have to queue for too long and soon found ourselves inside. There was one large room, with space for a band and dancing at one end; a bar down one side; and a number of discrete alcoves with seating. We got ourselves a couple of drinks and decided to sit at the bar so that we could see what was happening and get an idea of the code of behaviour. The lighting was low and the music smoochy. We could see couples on the dance floor clearly determined to get to know each other better! "Let's go and dance" said Sally. "It is likely that we will be taken for lesbians, but I guess you are OK with that?" I agreed and we walked onto the floor holding hands. We danced the first dance closely entwined and had just started on our second when Sally breathed in my ear, "Don't look now but we are getting the eye from a couple of blokes. I'd say they were gay, but they definitely look interested in us." Sure enough, the next thing we knew was that I was being tapped on the shoulder and this masculine voice was asking, "Hi girls, do you mind if we cut in?" I turned and there was this man smiling down on me. I say "man", but suddenly in my eyes he was a god! Tall and slim, with blonde wavy hair, he was "GORGEOUS! I stood rooted to the spot, unable to say anything. I heard Sally say "hi" to his partner and sensed, rather than saw, the two of them gliding off in a dance. A slightly bemused look passed over the face of the guy looking down at me. I was standing there frozen to the spot and hadn't responded to his question. "Of course" I stammered out in response, "I'd love to dance with you." He put his arm round my waist and we started to move to the music. What was happening to me? I wasn't gay, but here I was totally enamoured by this gorgeous hunk. I remembered Sally's admonition to "go with the flow"; took a deep breath; and smiled back up at him. "I'm sorry" I said, "I didn't mean to be rude, but you are so lovely you quite took my breath away." He smiled the self satisfied grin of any man receiving a compliment! "That's OK" he replied "you are one hot little babe yourself; that's why I wanted to dance with you. By the way, my name's Bob." "I'm Pat" I replied; "nice to meet you Bob." We both laughed, now that the ice was broken, and started dancing properly. Bob behaved like a gentleman and made no obvious moves on me as we danced. After a couple of dances, he asked me if I would like a drink and, when I said "yes", led me off the dance floor to one of the alcoves, where Sally and her dance partner were already sitting. "This is my friend Keith", Bob said by way if introduction. I sat down and Bob went off to the bar to get our drinks. Keith was a much more butch character than Bob. Whereas Bob was rather willowy and just a touch effeminate, Bob was very forthright and up-front. "Hi Pat" he said leaning over and giving me a kiss on the lips. It was the first time I had been kissed by anyone with a moustache and it felt most odd. "I can see you are quite taken by Bob" he smiled, "but so am I, so look out for the competition girl!" We all laughed. "As you have probably gathered, Bob and I are an item" he continued. "We don't usually chat up girls, but when we saw you two dancing, there was something different about you that appealed to us. I hope you don't feel offended?" Sally hastened to assure him that we didn't feel offended in the least and that we would be happy to spend the evening him and Bob. At this point Bob returned with our drinks and sat down next to me. I felt myself going all weak inside and lowered my eyes to the table. I could sense Sally grinning with amusement. As I say, I had no idea what had come over me. It was however undoubtedly true that I was very attracted to Bob. On closer examination, he clearly was a little effeminate; his gestures just that bit too flamboyant and his clothing slightly too tight. Still who was I to question his mannerisms and dress sense? I was the man sitting there in a tight leather miniskirt and heels, nervously patting my femininely styled hair!! The four of us sat there, sipping our drinks and getting to know each other. Gradually my heart stopped racing and I was able to regain my composure. Bob and Keith both worked for a major insurance firm in town and, from what they said, clearly had quite senior, responsible posts. There was clearly no shortage of money! Bob was wearing an open necked shirt and beautifully cut suit, neither of which, it was clear, had come from any chain store! His shoes were obviously handmade. Around his neck hung a heavy gold chain and diamond stud earrings peeped through his long wavy hair. Keith's clothes were more butch but equally expensive. Tight-fitting leather trousers were tucked into a beautifully tooled pair of boots. He too was wearing an expensive shirt in a lovely deep green colour and, over that, an elegantly cut tweed jacket. He was as dark as Bob was fair. He did not affect to wear any jewellery and, as previously mentioned, had a bushy, black moustache. The two of them made a handsome couple and Sally and I felt flattered that they had wanted to get to know us. After a while Sally stood up. "Excuse us boys" she said, "but Pat and I need to visit the Ladies room." I didn't need to go to the toilet, but, taking her hand, rose and followed her across the floor to the ladies lavatory. Once we were inside Sally turned to me excitedly. "You saucy minx; you are wetting yourself for him, aren't you?" I had to confess I was very attracted to Bob, but that I couldn't explain why. "It doesn't matter" she replied "probably a natural reaction as you let your female side come to the fore. I could fancy him myself" she continued, "but right now I can't wait to get it off with Keith." "But they are both gay!" I reposted. "I rather think bi-sexual" Sally replied. "After all they were the ones who did the chatting up! Anyway, if you are game, I suggest we let events take their course." I hastily agreed and, quickly repairing our make-up, we returned to the boys. They both rose as we approached. "Full marks for manners" I thought. We all enjoyed a few more dances during which Bob became somewhat more demonstrative. I loved the feel of his hands on my leather-clad bottom and I allowed my head to nestle on his chest. He smelt clean, masculine, and sweet. I could feel myself getting turned on. Eventually - and I thought they would never ask! - the boys suggested going back to their flat "for a nightcap"! We accepted with alacrity and were soon in a taxi heading off to their apartment. Sally and I swiftly found ourselves wrapped in our respective partner's arms being well and truly kissed. We both returned their caresses with enthusiasm. Bob and Keith's flat confirmed that they were not short of money. It was situated on the top floor of a new block overlooking the river. The view was stupendous - (not that we spent too long looking at it!) A bottle of champagne was quickly produced and Bob and I nestled up on one black leather sofa, whilst Sally and Keith made themselves comfortable on another. We all quickly resumed our kissing and I felt Bob's hand on my knee, gently sliding up my leg, under my skirt until he reached my suspenders. "Oh I like these" he murmured in my ear; "there is something erotic about stockings and suspenders!" I placed my hand on his crutch and could feel his cock rising in response. I gently disengaged from his kisses and sank to the floor on my knees. I unzipped his trousers and took his cock in my hand. It wasn't enormous, but I didn't care; I just wanted it! I bent to kiss the tip but Bob restrained me. He handed me a condom and whispered, "We have only just met; better safe than sorry." He was a real gentleman! I slid the condom over his cock and took him in my mouth. He moaned quietly and started to thrust at me. I could feel the sensors on my new body parts cut in as my nipples started to stiffen and my knickers became damp with the lubricant from my vagina. With a final spasm, Bob ejaculated into my mouth. Part of me regretted that his cum was contained by the condom; I wasn't to experience his salty taste and to swallow it down. However, I could realise the sense in taking precautions when we didn't really know anything about each other. I peeled the condom off him and wiped him clean with my hand. "Excuse me for a second" I whispered and headed off to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom and to wash my hands. When I returned, Bob had clearly found his second wind; his cock was once again proudly erect! "Can I fuck you now?" he asked earnestly. "I think I will go mad if you don't!" I replied. "Only, as you know, I usual go with boys rather than girls and, to be honest, I would rather take you from behind, so long as you don't mind" he asked anxiously. "You can have me anyway you want; so long as you have me!" I responded, urgently. Bob wasted no time in unzipping my skirt and peeling it off me. I stepped, swiftly, out of my, by now sodden, thong and stood there, naked from the waist down, save for my stockings and heels. Bob rose and kissed me fervently. He pulled off his trousers and I snatched at his underpants until he too was naked from the waist down. Bending me over the arm of the sofa, Bob quickly put on a fresh condom and positioned himself behind me. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing urgently against my back passage. I had never been made love to this way before and, nervously, wondered whether it would hurt. There was a small amount of pain as Bob inserted himself inside me, but the amazing sensations which ensued, more than compensated for any slight discomfort! I could feel his balls slapping against my bottom as he thrust, vigorously, into me. It was FANTASTIC! I could feel a sudden warm glow spread through my whole body as he finally climaxed. As we subsided into an embrace on the sofa, I couldn't help but notice, out of the corner of my eye, Sally flat on her back, with her legs spread wide, noisily taking Keith's cock deep inside her. They too came and, shortly thereafter, Sally rose and quietly indicated that I should gather my clothes and join her in the bathroom. We closed the door and fell, giggling, into each others arms. "You little hussy" exclaimed Sally, "I could see you were really enjoying that!" "And what about you?" I replied; "if your legs had been any wider apart you would have been doing the splits! We hung onto each other as we struggled to stifle our laughter. (It would never do for the boys to think we were laughing at them.) We helped each other clean up and kissed hungrily. "You know there is no-one else but you for me?" I murmured. "Likewise" she responded; "I enjoy these little adventures of ours, but only so long as I end up back in bed with you." I stepped back into my skirt and zipped it up. I stuffed the soggy thong into my purse; there was no-way I was going to put it on again; far too uncomfortable! We crept quietly out of the bathroom. There was no-one in the lounge, but, from the noises emanating from the bedroom, the boys had rediscovered their true passion and were busy making love to each other. "It's a bit rude of us to leave without saying goodbye" said Sally, "but I don't think we are wanted here anymore. Let's go home." We crept downstairs and were fortunate enough to find a taxi almost immediately. When we arrived home we stripped off our remaining clothes and fell into the shower. We enjoyed an erotic interlude washing each other clean, so, that by the time we got to the bed, we were both ready for another bout of lovemaking. Sally took great pleasure in instructing me about some of the more sophisticated ways in which it was possible for one woman to pleasure another. Eventually, we fell asleep; it had been quite an evening! The next morning we woke late; both feeling a bit "the morning after the night before"! Somehow I managed to stagger to my feet and padded off to the kitchen to find something to revive us. I can thoroughly recommend black coffee, warm croissants, and gentle cuddles and kisses in bed as the ideal pick-me-up! When we did finally emerge it was close to midday and we spent the next couple of hours sorting out something appropriate for me to wear for the first day in my new job. Although my job title was "Records Support Assistant", in reality I knew I would be working as a glorified filing clerk. This would me handling bundles of old records, which would undoubtedly be smothered in dust, so I would need something that wouldn't show too many marks. However, at the same time, I needed to look professional and, perhaps most importantly, strike the right note with the other women in the office - smart but not flashy; not a simple choice! After trying on innumerable outfits I reflected, with nostalgia, how much simpler it had been when I dressed as a man; the grey suit or the blue one?!! Eventually we settled on a dove-grey trouser suit of Sally's that was now slightly too big for her; it fitted me perfectly. Slim-cut over the hips, the trousers flared below the knee and, as the material was slightly elastic, were comfortable when bending and lifting. The matching jacket was fitted at the waist with a narrow, shawl lapel. It hit all the boxes; smart, practical, not fussy, and wouldn't show the marks. Sally was, however, a bit worried about my shoes. "You will need a pair of black heels" she said, "but all the pairs you bought the other day have a minimum 3-inch heel. You will be in agony by the end of the day if you wear heels that high. 1? to 2-inches is what you need." We hurried into town and were lucky enough to find a shoe-shop very near to where we parked the car. I found three pairs of shoes that I liked; all in different styles and each with a low, but definite, heel. I purchased one black pair, one in brown, and one in navy. As we headed back to the car, Sally suddenly grabbed my hand and we dived into Primark. "This is the best place to buy hose for work" she announced. "In your new job you will be climbing on and off steps and working round shelves and filing cabinets - all with sharp corners. You are bound to ladder several pairs of hose a week and the ones here are cheap but stylish." We purchased several packets of 15-denier tights in a variety of shades and I was agreeably surprised at how reasonable they were. (In fact I was appalled when Sally told me how much some women could spend on tights in a single week!) Whilst in Primark we picked out some pretty costume jewellery I could wear to the office and a purple, wool-knit dress that I just knew would look great with my black boots. "Careful" admonished Sally, "you haven't earned any money yet and here you are already spending it!" We spent a quiet night watching the television and turned in early as I would have to set my alarm for 0630 in order to ensure I was in the office by half-past eight. When the alarm went off, I hurried out of bed and into the shower. Fortunately I had washed my hair the night before, so was soon seated at Sally's vanity table putting on my make- up. "We are going to have to get you a vanity of your own" Sally joked. "We can't both get ready in the morning using the same mirror." I put on a nude coloured bra and a pair of black panties, with mid-tan tights. My trouser suit fitted perfectly and, under the jacket, I wore a deep pink, long-sleeved tee-shirt. A silver chain necklace, silver tear-drop earrings, and a pink strapped watch comprised my jewellery. I found my new black, low-heeled pumps immediately comfortable to wear. Sally had sorted me out a capacious black handbag the night before and I quickly checked it contained everything I would need. Sally did not need to get to the office until 0915, but kindly offered to come with me on my first day and to introduce me to the rest of the girls. We caught the bus into town and soon arrived at the office. Sally introduced me as "my cousin from Shropshire who is helping out for a couple of weeks". I met Veronica, who was on Reception; Miranda, George's PA; and Gloria, who had only recently left school and was the "office junior". Clearly it was one of Gloria's job's to make coffee and I soon had a steaming mug thrust into my hand. The girls were all friendly and welcoming and thanked me for standing in at such short notice to allow Fiona, their colleague who I was replacing, to go home to look after her mother. Miranda took me through to the record room and explained the basics of my new job. "You won't find it very taxing" she said. "The hardest part is trying to decipher from George's vague instructions precisely what papers he wants! If you get stuck, just ask me." As 0830 approached, I sat at my new desk waiting for George and my first set of instructions. 0830 arrived but no George; nor at 0900, 0930, or 1000! He eventually rolled in at 1015. "Oh" he remarked on seeing me there. "I'd forgotten that you were starting today. Be a love and get me a coffee." And with that he disappeared into his office. I was livid; such rudeness. Anyway, when it had become clear that George wasn't going to arrive at the time specified, rather than just sit there like a lemon I had gone through the drawers of my desk and found the notes from which Fiona had been working. I had used my time profitably to put together a file of the next sets of papers George had requested. Biting my tongue, I made George his coffee; mollified Gloria, who thought he was criticising her coffee making; picked up the file of papers I had compiled and knocked on George's door. He was at his desk reading the morning paper. He hardly looked up as I smiled, placed his cup of coffee on the desk, and put the file in front of him. "Whilst I was waiting, I made a start on the next batch of papers you requested" I announced. "I think these are what you want." This got his attention; George wasn't used to working with women who took their own decisions. Any of the other girls in the office could have done the same; they were all bright enough - (well I might reserve judgement on Gloria!) - but were all too cowed by the aggressive behaviour of the male partners to dare do anything on their own initiative. George spluttered some incoherent remark as I smiled sweetly and left his office. About an hour later he came into my records room clutching the file I had prepared. "Just what I needed" he said. "Now can you get me XXX..... etc." No "thank you" or "well done"; just typical male chauvinistic behaviour. Needless to say I got him his papers and that kept him busy foe the rest of the day. Having time on my hands I started to examine the little empire I had inherited. It was a shambles; bundle of papers were piled high in boxes, on the floor, and over-spilled from crowded shelves. "No wonder it is difficult to locate the exact papers required" I thought, "There is just no system. What is needed is a properly indexed approach to storage." Having once, on a previous project, had to sort out a client's storage needs, I was familiar with the basic principles of organising records and knew it would not be difficult to bring order out of the chaos. I knew enough about legal practice to know that there was no point my trying to set up an electronic document system and to dispose of all this mass of paper; lawyers just love their physical pieces of paper! However, it wouldn't be difficult to codify the storage in such a way as to facilitate easy retrieval and that these records could then be computerised. I decided to make a start with papers that had some bearing on the work George was engaged in. Over the next few days I built up a database showing case title; litigants; date; key words; etc; - all the usual fields by which one might wish to search for related material. As I went through the files I packed them neatly away in large, cardboard boxes and placed them, in a numbered sequence, on the shelves. This very process of tidying documents away, released a considerable amount of shelf space. After a week the difference I had made was clearly visible. On one side of the room was a rack of neatly stacked shelves; on the other the old, tumbling piles. Needless to say the partners didn't notice, but their PA's did and both Miranda and Sally complimented me on what I had achieved in such a short time. "It makes our job so much easier" said Miranda. "When I want to look something up now, I just refer to your data base and find precisely where the document is stored." Praise from my peers brought a lump to my throat. I had never felt emotional about my work in my previous job, but I had a sense of "ownership" over this new system. Having had to sort through all the old documents had increased my familiarity for the work George was doing. He had been retained by an old and valued client to prepare a dossier drawing together precedent in the sale and control of leases. As I assembled his master-file for him, I could see that George was missing some obvious connections. I started to put additional, relevant paperwork in the files I prepared for him. On day he called me into his office. "What are all these papers here for?" he demanded. "I didn't ask for them." I tried to explain why I thought they might be relevant and helpful but George cut me off. "You are not paid to think or make assumptions" he snarled. "Women are only good for two things; following instructions, and keeping a man happy." The second part of his remark was accompanied by a lascivious leer. "You don't seem too hot on the first criteria; I wonder how you would measure up to the second?" he mussed. "You are a good looking woman and I understand you don't have a man at present to keep you in order. How about coming out with me one evening? I think we could have a bit of fun." Well; I don't know how I stopped myself clocking him one! However, I knew I needed to keep in George's good books, so I temporised. "That would be nice" I responded, "but, as you know, I am staying with Sally to keep her company whilst Peter is overseas. I'm not sure what she would think about my going out with you." "Oh don't worry about that" he replied. "Sally is far too hung up on that wimp if a husband of hers. It would do her good to get out a bit and see what real men are like!" "Her wimp" of a husband clenched his fists and took deep breaths to avoid, for the second time, giving George a good punch in the nose! "I'll think about it" I promised and hurriedly left the room. Sally was furious when I told her about George's proposition at home that evening. "The bastard" she raged. "If only we could think of a way of teaching him a lesson and giving him a taste of his own bullying medicine." We wracked our brains and had great fun in coming up with suggestions that got more and more outlandish. My favourite was the one where we both seduced him and left him tied, naked, to a park bench with his willy painted a bright pink and with a ribbon tied round it! All totally implausible of course, but out of our wild imaginings, an idea that might work, started to form. I told Sally I would let my idea float around for a bit and see where it took me. This conversation took place on the Friday evening at the end of my first week at work. We now had 48 hours of playtime ahead of us and we wasted no more time on George, but set about planning how we might spend the weekend. "You know how much I love having you here as my cousin Patricia" said Sally, "and we are learning all sorts of new ways to make love. However, I do miss a bit of "man meat"! I think that is why I was all over Keith the other night. I think I have come up with a way you and I can each have the best of both worlds; you maintain your fantasy of being a woman and I get to enjoy a good shagging - all without involving any third parties!" This was intriguing and I eagerly asked her to explain. "Well, it is about time you took of your false body parts and gave your skin a breather" she started. Let's go out to that club we went too the other week, both dressed to the nines but with your "male bits" unconstrained under your skirt. I'll be the only one who knows they are there and, by the time we get home, I will be so hot for it you won't know what hit you!" This sounded a real challenge and I told her I would be up for it, so long as we could find a way of preserving my feminine persona. "You remember the outfit I wore the other week" she continued, "the one you liked so much and wanted to wear yourself? Well that has a very full skirt and should ensure your modesty is maintained. You can wear your old breast forms and I think you will be one hot little chick." I agreed at once. "Let's try something else at the same time" Sally suggested. "Make an appointment to see Karen and take your long blonde wig and my matching hairpiece and ask her to help transform you into a ditzy, little blonde bimbo!" I loved it! I immediately rang Karen and made an appointment for 2 pm on the Saturday afternoon. Before setting off I carefully removed my breast, hips and vagina parts, as Claude had shown me. I was pleased to see that, apart from a slight redness, the skin underneath was unmarked. However, I took the precaution of applying both the soothing cream and hair retardant that Claude had given me. I slipped into my old control panties and placed my original silicon breast forms in my bra. I selected a top that didn't reveal any cleavage, picked up my handbag and car keys and set off for Karen's. I went into her salon a saucy redhead and came out a dazzling blonde! Karen scraped my real hair tightly back and fitted it under a wig cap. Once she had fitted and dressed my wig, you couldn't tell that I hadn't always been a blonde. When I got home there was a note from Sally to say she had laid my clothes out in the spare bedroom as she would need our room for her own preparations. I entered our spare room and there, spread out across the bed was the outfit I had so much admired when she wore it. I hurriedly stripped, showered - (taking care not to wet my sexy new hairstyle) - and put on my dressing gown. I sat at the dressing table and applied my make-up; in various shades of pink. I then laced my corset round my waist and pulled it as tight as I could; it took a good three inches of my figure. I opened a fresh pair of nude-coloured stockings and rolled them up my legs; clipping them securely to the six suspenders. Next I put on my prettiest black bra and inserted my silicon forms, making sure that the loose flesh on my chest was squeezed into a semblance of faux breasts. A sheer black nylon top was followed by three sets of black lace and net petticoats, all edged in a bright pink. These made up my skirt and there were sufficient layers for the overall effect to be totally opaque. Next I fastened a bright red over-corset around my waist and finished off with a lacy shrug tied under my bosom with the ends hanging down over the corset. A coral necklace, matching dangly earrings, and black patent shoes with a 4-inch heel completed my ensemble. (And yes, I know I haven't mentioned the type of panties I chose. That is because I wasn't wearing any!; under my lace skirt, my manhood swung free, all ready and waiting for Sally's sweet ministrations. I could hear Sally still moving about in our bedroom, so called out that I would prepare us a G & T and that she should come down when ready. She didn't take much longer and I had only just sat down and taken the first sip of my drink when she bounced into the room. Her appearance was amazing; she would have caused any heterosexual male's blood to boil! She was wearing a cream, 1920's "flapper dress" with matching, low heeled, "mary-jane" shoes. Seamed silk stockings were rolled just above her knee and the blue garters holding them in place were revealed when she twirled round. (An extra vigorous twirl revealed that she too had decided to dispense with underwear for the evening!) The dress was supported by two broad shoulder straps and was cut square just above her bosom. The whole dress was heavily beaded, with the skirt flaring out in tight pleats from hip level. Her jewellery consisted of a long rope of clear glass beads around her neck; heavy bracelets on each wrist; and long crystal earrings. The piece-de- resistance, however, was her hair. Sally had found herself a shingle- cut, deep auburn wig. "I thought we could swap round with you being the blonde and me the redhead tonight" she squealed. "Do you like it?" "You can see I do" I responded, desperately trying to contain my growing erection from tenting out my skirt! "Are you sure it's a good idea for me not to wear knickers this evening? I'm not sure I will be able to contain myself, with you looking so hot!" "You are pretty hot yourself" Sally replied. "Just calm yourself down before we go out and you will be fine. If you start to get aroused, just remind yourself I'll still be waiting for you when we get home." Sally was right; eventually I did calm down and my erection subsided. However, I would need to be very careful if I wasn't going to reveal my true identity to all and sundry at the club. We had decided to go by taxi and, at the booked time, ours turned up. I took extra care getting into and out of the cab. The leather seat felt strange against my bare bum. The club was already pretty busy by the time we arrived and we made our way to the bar. We spotted Bob and Keith a little further along and moved over to say "hallo". No mention was made of the way our earlier meeting had ended and there was a certain embarrassment on everyone's face. We mumbled a few pleasantries to each other, but there was no suggestion that we should pair up again for the evening and, quite soon, we drifted away. It was odd; as I talked to Bob I could still see and admire his great beauty but he did not arouse me in the way he had previously. I don't think it was because I now knew he was gay; I had really enjoyed our sex together the other evening. Maybe it was just one of those feminine moments when, having seen and enjoyed something I wanted, I had now moved on to pastures new. Anyway, having finished our drinks, Sally asked me to dance. I was a bit reluctant, but, as this was what we had come to do, eventually agreed and we moved onto the floor. Fortunately the dance floor was fairly packed so any wild moves were out of the question; I was very conscious that I needed to keep my skirts under control! Apart from the odd trip to the ladies, Sally and I danced most of the evening together. Initially we were propositioned by both men and women who fancied their chances with us, but we politely refused. Eventually everyone decided we must be a lesbian couple and left us to our own devices. We had a great time and I did manage, on the whole, to maintain my decency. Sally was a bit more uninhibited and, from time to time, entertained onlookers to a glimpse of her pretty little naked bottom - (and possibly more)! We were quite disappointed when the band called "time" on the dancing. After such good live music, we weren't in the mood for a disco. Anyway, looking at the lecherous grin on Sally's face, I knew she was starting to get turned-on - as I was. We hurried out of the club; into a taxi; and off home. We behaved ourselves on the journey home - just! When we arrived, I hurriedly found my front door key and opened up whilst Sally paid the cab driver. We fled indoors and upstairs. Our hands scrabbled at each other's dresses as we struggled to strip off. Soon, dressed only in our hose and heels, we were in each other's arms, kissing passionately. A most enjoyable night ensued, and I realised how much I had missed making love to Sally as a man. I really enjoyed our "girl- on-girl" sessions, but knew that in future, we would need to revert to our birth roles on a regular basis in order to satisfy our desire for each other. Needless to say we slept late the next morning and did not struggle out of bed until midday. It took a little while for me to re-affix my "feminine attributes".After a bite to eat we dressed casually and I started to explain to Sally my idea for getting our own back at George. "You know that George is not only a chauvinistic pig but also a lazy bastard?" I started. "Of course" replied Sally; "all the girls in the office know that." "Well," I continued, "I am certain he i