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Empire Line By Mini_Smith2001 Disclaimer: The original characters and plot of this story are the property of the author. No infringement of pre-existing copyright is intended. This story is copyright (c) 2012 Mini Smith. All rights reserved. This story contains very explicit descriptions of sexual acts, please do not read unless you are legally able to. Summary: It's the mid nineteen seventies, the white heat of change is a decade old. Caught between the old and new moralities of the period, a boy in his late teens with the nickname of "baby", lives out a long desired fantasy with a hansom "hunk" of a friend, and changes his life forever. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Foreword: Lost somewhere within the brown, orange and beige of the early to mid nineteen seventies, I was a mixed up teenage boy, struggling to come to terms with my gender, sexuality and the changes going on in my life. I am Baby, that is of course a nickname, it was given to me by someone I nicknamed Hunk. This shortish story, chronicles the significant moments in my life leading up to my getting that nickname, and the monumental changes that came with it for me after. 2. Growing Up: What a lovely little girl you have someone says to my mom as we shop, mom coughs, he's a little boy! A beautiful ice skater gracefully glides across the TV screen, I say to my dad, I want to be like her when I grow up. A strange dream haunts me, I'm in a ladies clothing shop down our road, wearing female underwear and no one minds! I'm helping my mom, sitting in the kitchen, back straight, wearing her long brown wig! She brushes it, pulling my head slightly from side to side as she gently yanks out knots and tangles. I feel oddly wonderful as we chat, unaware of anything peculiar about questions like, what would it have been like, if you were a girl! A large box of old clothes spills out onto summer grass as I play dress up games with friends. I make a grab for the long silky evening gown and strappy stilettos. With feet slipping in oversized heals and dress dragging long trails behind, we run manically about, squealing as little kids do! At thirteen a well read acquaintance, introduces me to some new words, androgynous, effeminate and camp, he uses them in disparaging terms towards me, but I smile inwardly as they affirm truths about myself I'd no words for! Some time in the early nineteen seventies. I'm at my aunties council house. I don't like it much, but I never let on. Looking back I'm sure my disdain was obvious, the sallow scruffy tone of her home needled me! I was such a snob then, my farther had instilled irrelevant ideas of station and position! Snobbish ideas that I later realised were ridiculous. After a year of intense bickering my mother and farther had eventually separated and sold our family home. This led to my mother grudgingly having to take us to live with her parents, until she could get a place of our own. For some reason which eludes me now we stayed at my aunties for a few nights before moving to my grandparents who lived not far away. That first night at my aunts I was given my elder female cousins nighty to wear for bed. She had a wry grin on her face as she passed it me! We had no clothes with us other than what we wore, so it was deemed I should wear my cousins nighty as I had no pyjamas. I thought it odd but happily took the frilly pale lemon slightly translucent and wonderfully soft nighty. I was beginning to realise I really liked girls things, although I couldn't have explained why! I didn't consciously think it through but I took any opportunity offered me to wear girls things, with barely disguised glee. So like wearing my mom's wig, I took the offered nighty while feigning reticence until the decision was taken for me and I was ordered to put in on! I giggled with delight as I pulled the nighty over my head, enjoying the feeling as the soft fabric caressed my body as it slipped down to finally swish around my thighs. Strangely I can't remember anyone taking much notice of me wearing the nighty, even when going down to breakfast the following morning still wearing it? Marc Bolan and then David Bowie are all over the place, on record covers, in magazines and news papers, just everywhere. Their sexual ambiguity and androgynous looks intrigue me and I'm constantly being told off for playing with my mom's makeup, drawing lighting flashes across my face, along with the usual eye makeup and shiny red lipstick! I was also often told off for teetering on my mothers high heals as I mimed to the latest hits of the day while mincing around in front of the television in our new council house. A sunny day a year or two later in the mid seventies, I'm about sixteen now. I'm beside a rather weak trickling brook in the middle of some scrub land. I spy a line of new council house roofs, off in the distance through the long grass I'm hiding within. The sky is wonderfully blue from horizon to horizon. I'm with a friend! I feel good, wearing the latest fashion which in it's unisex androgynous style makes me feel super cool. Tall platform shoes, extra baggy corduroy trousers, tight tailored shirt with huge collar, eyeliner and touch of mascara finish my look. My friend is pressed close to me with a grin on his face and his hard on in my hand! I nervously masturbate him! I look down wondrously at my slender fingers wrapped tightly around his hot member, my skin so pale in comparison to his glowing cock. The heat from him is penetrating through my hand and his pre cum trickles from his glistening end. He encourages me to stroke him faster until his heavy breathing quickly becomes a ragged deep sigh. Pearly white semen suddenly shoots out. I find it utterly fascinating as the torrent gushes forth. His face screws up as he grits his teeth, in moments the brief torrent subsides although it still oozes enough to splodge onto my thumb! I lift my hand up, more in shock than anything else to look at the sticky goo sliding down the side of my thumb. He laughs wickedly his face flushed as he catches my hand. Taste it, he says with a naughty confident grin that affects my horny mind. Unfocused desires flow through my innocent immature youthful head. I loose control, lost as I was to erotic ideals I had little power over, so, I do as I'm asked. With my own cheeks flushed and heart pounding ever harder I turn the side of my thumb to my mouth. He grins Cheshire cat like, as my tongue dips into his glistening creamy liquid, it tastes predominately salty! 3. Youth Club A dark car park after youth club, it's later in the year, probably November and it's cold! Several teenage boys who's fashion sense is inspired by Glam rock, fool around as they push through the exit doors of our youth club. Ballroom Blitz thrums out briefly into the night, before the doors swing shut. Some continue to sing the lyric in overly camp style, squeaky effeminate voices pitched high, grabbing at each other. Crotches are squeezed and rubbed by overly camp effected youth! I deliberately let myself be grabbed by one tall lad. He was rough, cocky and cheeky but I find him strangely interesting. He always seems to make a bee line for me whenever we meet at the youth club. We would fool around being cheeky with one another in a familiar but innocent way! We stopped together outside the youth club door, our warm breath causing wispy trails in the cold night air. The others in our group move off down the street, the bubble of silly chatter and laughing fading into the distance. We look together at there backs as they amble on not noticing we weren't with them. Suddenly the big lad grabs me, wrapping his huge arms around mine, pinning them against my sides, bear hug style! He laughs like an old film baddie, mock dramatic effect gurgling from his lips! He lifts me up so that just my tiptoes are skimming the floor as he walks us easily into a shadowy corner of the car parks bicycle stand. It's corrugated canopy stops any light from the youth club illuminating the dark recesses. He holds me tightly, I cant escape! The heat from his body seems to increase as for a moment he looks at me curiously. I look up at him as I wriggle trying uselessly to pull away. Aren't you goner struggle, he asks with a snigger. I am, I breathed, with exertion, teeth clenched. He knew full well being a lot stronger than I, he could hold me there all day! I decided on a different ploy so I stop wriggling and lean against him suggestively. Then saying in the campiest voice I can muster, which I find easy, as my voice is some what effeminate being pitched much like a girls. I like being in your big strong hunky arms, it's so warm and cosy, then I wink at him. I'd expected him to throw me off with disgust, but he didn't! He tutted, then said, Baby, did anyone ever tell you how girly you are? Yes, I retort cheekily, with another wink, is that the kinda thing your into? Suddenly he leans down and kisses me roughly on the lips. I'm taken aback for a moment, but quickly respond by pushing my lips harder upon his. Soon our tongues are entwined, we fumble and stumble but continue to kiss for long moments hidden in the shadows. It wasn't the most accomplished kissing ever but it was passionate, new, naughty and different and I just loved the moment! 4. Pub Disco It's Friday night, I'm in a disco at one of the local pubs, I'm not quite eighteen so shouldn't really be there! I'm with some friends, we manage to get into the disco after some cheeky banter with the bouncer on the door. Luckily the landlord was away this night so the rules were relaxed and we where allowed in! The room was packed, a smoky haze hung in the air, disco lights cut through the gloom, flickering bright coloured patterns across the patrons smiling faces. The music was loud, so a nod in the direction of the bar was the only way to communicate, as we nudged and pushed our way through the crowd. A number of records later we managed to squeeze through the crowded to the bar. Once served, we pushed again through the crowd, ending up beside the flashing lighting rig, adorning the DJ's decks. We dance and grooved to numerous tunes as we fooled about doing the latest dance moves for one another, showing off in that oblivious teenage way. I felt someone tap me on the shoulder, so while still grooving I spun around. A large shadowy figure loomed over me until a disco light briefly illuminated a grinning face. I blinked, it was the lad from the bicycle shed! After that night we fooled around every now and again, having fun snatching long kisses here and there in the shadows. It never went any further than that and we never let on to our friends what we were up to. We even made up silly nick names for one another, his was Hunk and mine was Baby. I liked him a lot and would day dream about him often. From the start he'd told me he was joining the navy in a couple of months, so I knew we only have a short time together before he'd have to leave. My college graphic art and design course was getting increasingly tougher and a part time job at a local photographers didn't make it any easier to find time for one another. I never thought to deeply about what we'd been up too, or what it meant, I just went with the flow whenever we had a moment alone, letting Hunk lead the way. I was reticent, or possibly to scared to label myself or Hunk, I would tell myself, I was to immature to bother reasoning our actions. I just wanted to have fun with life and to hell with anything else. I wasn't ready for how it would effect me when he eventually left, it knocked me sideways and I spent many a night crying myself to sleep. He'd been away in training for almost a year, in that time I'd written to him regularly, inane dull everyday letters which sometimes I'd post to him. Sometimes my emotions would get the better of me, and I'd write complex convoluted letters trying to explain my feelings to him, but I would always rip them up. Now here he was stood before me wearing his navy uniform, looking very cool and hansom. He shouted above the din of the music that he was on leave for a week and this was his first night home. After a difficult few moments trying to shout above the music he nodded to the lounge! Pushing open the lounge doors the hush hit us, even though the deep thrum of the disco could be heard in the other room, the quiet was almost deafening. A group of regulars were bemoaning how loud the music was and one pompous blue haired old lady looked down her nose at me with disgust as we passed by. I deliberately shimmied past her with a beaming smile, she sneered then croaked, what are you then, a girl or a boy? I just rolled my eyes and walked on ignoring her. We chose a table at the back of the room, as far away from the oldies as possible. Hunk could tell from the look on my face that I wasn't happy with the old ladies taunt. He grinned at me saying in a good natured way, Baby, they have a point, look at what your wearing! Eye makeup, silk shirt and baggy trousers that look more like a long skirt! Plus don't forget the platforms, It's not exactly the macho flat cap style they expect from a young man! I smiled a knowing grin at him and said, so, my cunning plan worked! We laughed and laughed and soon where deep in conversation chatting and fooling around with one another like old times. He bought us drinks from the bar as we joked and reminisced about our misspent time before he joined the Navy. About an hour or so later we decided to go back into the disco. 5. In the Shadows As we stood to leave the lounge my legs suddenly became very weak and heavy. Wow, I said, woozily, I think I'm drunk! Not having drunk much alcohol before, I didn't realise how it would effect me; Hunk grinned saying, ha, my cunning plan worked too! I smiled back while trying to keep my balance. What cunning plan I asked, my voice becoming increasingly slurred. Hunk leaned down and whispers in my ear, oh Baby, to grab you outside like old times! I giggled and huddled closer into his chest, then said in a theatrical whisper. Hunk, you didn't need to get me drunk, I'd happily let you grab me, then I stumbled into him, my legs wobbling. Hunk guides me outside, saying, the cool night air will sober you up. I lean against the pub wall while shivering and feeling dizzy. A cars headlights temporarily dazzle me as it pulls out of the car park. Hunk kindly asks if I'm Ok, yeah, I'm Ok, I say in a woozy slur. I go to pat him on the arm but slip and fall against him. Oops, sorry, I say looking up at him. He smiles at me before looking furtively across the car park, making sure no one's around. He grins at me as he snatches a light kiss on my lips. I giggle, thank you, I say as he scoops me up with a strong arm and walks us towards the shadowy pub rear. There is some waste ground behind it which is used for whippet racing at the weekends and the rest of the week by couples making out! We settle upon a tree in the shadows, I lean against it's cold trunk, Hunk presses himself tightly up against me, holding me firmly in place. We look at each other for a moment in the gloom before eagerly kissing again. His kisses weren't like those we'd had before, he was far more self assured, confident and passionate. Within a few minutes of intense lustful kissing, we'd both become hot and horny! I could feel his huge bulge pressing into me as we kissed and was very impressed with how large he felt! As we kissed ever more passionately he slowly started to guide my hand towards his enlarged member. I let myself be guided and delight in his taking control. Soon I'm touching where he wants, I begin tracing the shape of his huge length through the thick fabric of his trousers with the tips of my fingers. I'm so excited I could hardly breathe as I caress him, thoughts popped into my mind, the only other cock I'd ever touched, seemed small in comparison to his and I didn't even consider my own insignificant little member! He began to slowly unzip himself while we continued kissing each others faces off. With his guidance I slipped my hand into his fly, then beneath the elastic of his boxers waistband. Brushing over his bushy pubes, then on towards his thick veined hard cock. I wrapped my chilly fingers around his hot manhood, feeling the heat warming my fingers as I levered his almost unbending member up between his fly. We stop kissing for a moment as we both looked down, he smiles saying, what do you think! I say wondrously, with shortening breath and slight slur that I think it's glorious. He smiles then whispers, give me a blow job! I giggle nervously shocked at his audacity and my eyes widen involuntarily. I've never done anything like that before, I slur, breathlessly. Well now's your chance, he says with a cheeky grin. I giggle to myself as I nervously and unsteadily lean forward towards his hot member. His manhood is so hot in my hand my fingers are warmed through, as is the rest of me! I bend forward with a squiffy wobble to take a better look at his wondrous cock but the alcohol affects my balance and I slip, falling unsteadily to my knees in the long grass covering the base of the tree. Luckily holding onto his manhood allows me to steady myself and when I look up from my unsteady descent I see I'm kneeling in the perfect position! Looking straight at me is his glorious throbbing end. His musky pleasant aroma fills the air around me and I notice he leaks a steady stream of clear pre cum. I smile up at him from my semi kneeling position saying, oops. I feel fuzzy, excited and sexy as I repositioned my fingers around him. He grins back at me as I began to masturbate him in long slow deliberate drawn out lengths. I squeeze tightly as I work along his shaft my thumb and fore finger only just touching. It seems to me as I stroke him he gets even bigger! After a few minutes I'd become so enthralled and excited a whirling storm of erotic feelings surge through my mind as I lift myself up on to my knees and caress his hard shaft with both my hands. His shaft is sandwiched between my palms as I play with him. My hole being is fixated upon his hard member as I tilt my head forwards to kiss the head of his sexy swollen end. My heart is beating hugely in my chest as I taste his moist pre cum upon my lips, which I lick at testily. The aroma and taste is smoothly wonderful and I began to kiss him impatiently all over his bulbous swollen gland. Slowly and gently I skim the taught skin with my kisses, I hear him groan, one of those, I'm in ecstasy type groans. I smile then begin to explore his engorged member further with my tongue, swirling it around, licking and probing his huge bell shaped end. I spend a long time licking and kissing along the crevice that runs beneath the ridge of his swollen helmet. Getting to know him in intimate detail delights me and I have feelings welling within me I never knew I could feel. My heart is pounding in my chest with an excitement I'd never experienced before. Feelings wash over me that were so new I had no words to explain them. I'd never gone this far with anyone before and I was absolutely loving it. After a few minutes of licking and kissing his swollen engorged helmet I began to explore his hot shaft further with my tongue. My saliva lubricating the taught skin as it passes over his length from tip to base. As I kiss and nibble along his length I delight in the hard shafts contours, relief and thick protruding veins and then smooth skin. I sit back a moment at his request while he pulls his trousers and boxes further down over his taught thighs. Shifting closer I lean under his testicles to carefully kiss, lick and suck them, paying much delicate attention to each. His breathing changes and he exhales deeply, small groans escape his lips and hang in the air as I go. I realise it's time to actually suck his cock. So I move back up his hard shaft, nibbling, licking and kissing him as I go. At his now sticky saliva covered bulbous end, I make the classic O shape with my lips. The contrast between the softness of my lips and his incredibly hard cock were not lost on me as he slipped between them. The engorged head of his manhood is huge and hard as I suck moistly upon him. I opened wider to take more of him into my mouth. I find I need to lift myself up further stretching my thighs to get a better position and angle so that I can push him further into the back of my mouth. I enjoy his hard maleness as I suck him, getting ever wetter with my saliva washing over his swollen member. Each time he goes a little further into my mouth. At times I gasp for air, but I'm so excited I can't stop. After a time he groans and I feel his thigh mussels tighten, he grabs the back of my head with both hands, entwining his strong fingers in my hair. Pulling me firmly forward he begins to buck into my mouth with short controlled thrusts. I choke a little a first, as for a moment his hard cock is pushed deep into my mouth. My face was rhythmically pressed tightly against his thick pubic hair and flat warm stomach. I feel his cock slide ever deeper into my now wet sloppy mouth. I try to relax as he bucks into my face, his rising excitement makes it a little uncomfortable for me as he goes ever further into the back of my throat. With difficulty I learn to control my gagging response as he enters deeper into my mouth and instead of just hanging on, I guide him as he takes my mouth. I'm so consumed and lost in the moment giving him pleasure letting him have my mouth, that it almost came as a surprise when I feel the beginnings of an orgasm rising within myself. I loose control as I feel a pulsing between my own thighs. All I wanted at that moment was to give myself to him for his pleasure, to let him do what ever he wanted with me; After a few moments more his rhythm slows and I gasp for air between the moments he pulls his cock out of my mouth and before he pushes it firmly back again. Finally he gasps and groans his teeth clenched, Baby, I'm coming, I'm coming. I manage a breathy, cum in my mouth, please. Between his final thrusts, he pulls out just long enough for his cum to splash into my ready open mouth. Huge globs of his semen gushed forth, I gulp and swallow, wanting so much to revel in the moment and feelings that rushed through my mind as I taste his wonderful maleness. While rolling my tongue through his thick liquid splashing inside my mouth, some of his creamy cum escapes onto my cheek and chin, making my already sticky wet face, even more messy. He tastes so different from the last time I'd tasted semen, I liked his a lot more and licked my lips as I finished the last of it off. He looks down at me with a huge satisfied grin. Just then I clench my thighs tightly together as my own thundering orgasm began. I let out a small squealing sigh, Hunk, I heard myself plead, as waves of ecstasy crash through and over me; I feel a sticky wetness seeping from my own little hard cock. The shock of having an orgasm without touching myself was something I never even knew was possible and I was some what bewildered and dazed by my orgasms ferocity. Some immeasurable time later I flopped backwards onto my heals as a huge sense of well being washes over my whole being. Trance like I use my fore finger to wipe his hot cum from my sticky face. I licked it all up while absent mindedly smiling to myself! Hunk watches me while still grinning then asks, Baby, you Ok? I beam an unsteady squiffy smile back at him saying, oh yess Hunk! 6. Arrangements Back in a shadowy part of the pub car park feeling light headed, not quite believing what I'd just done, during our passionate moment, we arrange to spend as much time together as we can in the week to come. Loving disco, Hunk suggested several night clubs he knows which will be open throughout the week. With a still squiffy head I tell Hunk I only just managed to get into the pub, so doubt I'll get into a night club! He scratches his chin for a moment then says, you know the old folks who gave you a hard time tonight. Yes, I say wearily. Well that's given me an idea, maybe he asks tentatively, you could dress like a girl, I mean properly, you know all the skirts, blouses and makeup "n" stuff? He continues to ponder speaking his thoughts aloud, I don't think anyone could tell the difference, especially not some hairy arsed bouncer on a night club door! Even though I was some what inebriated, I only need to think for the merest of moments before agreeing. Just being with Hunk made me feel all fluffy, light and ever so girly, so the chance to play this game, was a no-brainer, for me to agree too. I animatedly explain with an occasional slur and hiccup, I'd been fooling around with my mom's things for ages, her shoes and makeup, all in the name of fashion of course! Hunk stifled a laugh, then saying with a titter, I'd have bet good money you'd be doing that! I slap him on the arm, as he titters more while trying to say sorry. But, I explain, none of her dresses, skirts or underwear fitted me, she's quite a few sizes bigger. Plus, I ask, how will I be able to get changed and put makeup on? Hunk nods his head sagely, scratches his chin then grins happily, saying, it's no problem, I know exactly what we can do. Oh that's great, I say, with questioning furrows creasing my squiffy brow. He smiles at me like I'm a small child, then explains his plan. First things first, he begins, I never told you before but I live with my dad, there's just the two of us at home. A question popped into my mind and slurred straight out my mouth before I could stop myself. Oh, I say, what happened to your mom? And to make sure I put my foot right in it, I say, I couldn't live without my mom, even though she drives me up the wall. He rolls his eyes saying, the same thing happened to her as happened to your dad, she left. He showed no emotion and repeated, she just left, when I was starting secondary school. Anyway, he said, that's not the point, he took my hand in his and begins to stroke my fingers absent mindedly. My dad, he starts again, is a long distant lorry driver. Oh, I say, not sure what he means. Well, he continues, tomorrow he's off to Europe on a long haul and he's not coming back until next Thursday. The penny finally drops and I giggle, so he goes on, you could get dressed at mine, you could even stay over. I'd love that, I gush leaning into him, his body heat and smile warm me all over. I shake my head after a moment to clear my thoughts. His gaze dazzles me as I say with an involuntary hiccup, I'd have to ask my mom, she's quite protective of me you know. He nods resignedly, I guessed as much, I'd be the same with you as well! I smiled a wicked little grin up at him as he rolls his eyes. The next thing I was going to say, he said, before you kept interrupting me, was I've saved up a bit of dosh while in training. So I'll buy you some outfits, he winks at me with a big grin. I blink at him, you will, I ask in astonishment, he nods still grinning. We arrange to meet to go shopping in my dinner hour from work the next day, a Saturday. 7. Saturday Job Six o'clock Saturday morning, I groan painfully with a small but insistent headache bothering me as my alarm wakes me from a sexy dream. I'd decided for a couple of reasons to get up an hour early. The first was to avoid my mom moaning about the way I was dressed and the second so that I could spend longer choosing my outfit for work! After a hot cup of tea and a headache tablet I began. I wanted to look particularly androgynous for my shopping trip with Hunk, so everything I chose to wear was either unisex or just plain girly! I wore a tightly tailored pale pink, paisley patterned shirt with long collars and billowing sleeves. Dark purple high waisted baggy trousers, with pleats at the waist band, they gave a vague impression my hips flared out from my small waist. They were also nice and tight over my pert bum and so baggy in the leg they looked more like culottes than trousers! I intended wearing my usual platforms to work but had the idea I'd "borrow" my mom's fashionable platform sandals, to make my outfit look more convincingly girl like! The cork finished wedge healed sandals with thin tan straps were very cool. I was a bit shocked when my mom bought them as she never went for anything so fashionable usually. I'd sneakily worn them on more than a few occasions around the house, so knew I could walk in them without problem. A moment of guilty nervousness washed over me as I popped them into my large college satchel bag! My mind quickly raced on to other thoughts, as my ideas became more elaborate, to enhance my girly look further, while wearing mom's shoes. I decided to paint my toenails bright red after noticing a bottle of nail varnish on the side while pouring out my cup of tea. I spent precious minutes I didn't really have to spare in the bathroom crouched over my knees carefully applying the varnish to my toenails. It was tricky, but amazingly I did it with out making a mess! While wobbling about on my heals, holding my toes up, off the bathroom carpet waiting for the varnish to dry, I wondered whether I should do my finger nails too, but knew I just didn't have time. I decided to pocket the varnish and apply it later, some how! Make up filled my mind next, I thought if I'm going to wear nail varnish, I might as well go the whole hog and do my face too. My mom had gotten use to me wearing eyeliner and mascara. It's the fashion, I would whine, when she gave me grief over wearing it! So it wasn't unusual for me to be looking through her makeup, which I'd rifle through relieving her of items I hoped she wouldn't notice missing. One of my mom's friend worked as an Avon makeup representative and was always giving her end of line items. My mother would thank her graciously but never use any! I had built up quite a good selection of makeup from my forays into her makeup bag. It included a creamy pan- stick foundation, which luckily matched my skin colour perfectly, an old pressed powder compact with dusty mirror, blusher and eye shadow pallets plus a couple of lipsticks in different shades of red. Along with my eyeliner and mascara, I had pretty much all I needed. I also knew enough to take some moisturiser, applicators, brushes and sponges. I quietly scooted upstairs to gather my makeup and other items from there secret hiding place, at the back of my lowest bedside cabinet draw. My mom snored loudly as I padded past her door to my room. My makeup was unceremoniously rolled up in a plastic super market bag, with a load of felt tip pens, a simple but great disguise I thought! I tipped them out onto my bed spread and quickly picked out just the makeup, dropping each item into a fresh plastic carrier bag. I checked caps and lids as I went, having already experienced leakages, then rolled up the carrier and placed it beside mom's platforms in my bag! Next I needed to do my hair, which was shoulder length, in a sort of shaggy page boy style, it was the nineteen seventies after all! I'd experimented with my mom's large roll brush, hairspray and hair dryer when alone. I'd found that with just a small alteration to my hair style, i.e. curl out instead of under, made it look much more feminine, Farrah Fawcett style! With practice I found I could easily make big soft curls around my fringe and throughout the ends of my hair, which made it look quite pretty. So this is exactly what I did, the only problem was I didn't want to wake my mom, so I went back down to the kitchen to use the hair dryer sparingly! It took a little longer than I anticipated, but I felt the result was worth it! I smiled at my reflection in the small kitchen mirror as without any makeup on I already looked pretty much like a girl! Finally I applied my eyeliner and rolled a little mascara through my lashes, then quickly gathered my coat and bag before quietly slipping out to work. Travelling to work on the bus, I try to plan out how I'm going to do my full makeup. I considered I might be able to gradually put it on between helping customers? The photographer was usually out back in the studio, which left me alone in the shop front. Also knowing a lot of customers mistook me for a girl, I hoped they wouldn't take much notice of me when my face was fully made up? These thoughts revolved slowly through my mind, chasing one another until my bus broke hard, juddering abruptly at my stop, waking me from my reverie. As I tapped on the photography shop door the photographer opened it hastily and was a little breathless as he told me a wedding photo shoot had been suddenly dropped on him, so I would have to look after the shop for the day. You'll be fine, he said I've made a list of people to call for portraiture collections, do the film processing orders, keep the customers happy, oh and try to sell those picture frames and albums we have on offer! I smiled to myself, how lucky was I! Ok, I said brightly, that's no problem, It'll be easy. The photographer smiled at me while picking up his camera bags and as he went to leave, said, your looking different today, have you changed your hair? Oh yes, I said, what do you think? Well, he said, thoughtfully, it looks lovely, but I think the customers will have an even harder job deciding what gender you are! Oh, I said, as I combed my fingers through my soft wavy curls, do you think it's to much? No, said the photographer, your just being fashionable, I'm still young enough myself, to appreciate that, then he smiled good naturedly. I smiled back, thanks, I said, then before thinking it through, I blurted out, I'm meeting a friend dinner time, I jumped within myself after saying this as a thought struck me, what if he insists I should not leave the shop! That will be Ok, wont it, I asked testily? Yes, said the photographer, just make sure to lock up properly, I smiled at him, I will, don't worry. 8. Make Up, Dress Up After he'd left I still had almost half an hour before the shop needed to open, so I decided to make a start. First taking mom's platform sandals from my bag, I place them on the floor and kick off my shoes and socks. Then I stepped eagerly into the platforms, loving the feel of the soft insole pressing against the arch of my foot. Slipping each foot beneath the thin straps, I begin to feel excited. The contrast between my painted toenails, soft pale skin and the thin tan straps looked really cool. I pull up the hem on my trousers to see better and wriggled my toes in glee. Crouching down I straighten up the straps, my ankles wobble cutely as I bend making me smile while doing up the ankle buckle. I sashayed up and down behind the counter swinging my hips, a little giggle escaping my lips. The hem of my baggy trousers swishes around my ankles, the higher heal making me that bit taller. My feet seemed smaller too, making me feel even sexier. Looking down at my nude feet and polished toenails peeping out beneath the hem of my trousers, makes me smile to myself. I mince up and down behind the counter feeling excited and very naughty. Once I'd settled down from my shoe fetish, I dragged the one and only stool from the shop front through the hall to the photography studio out back. After positioning it in front of a large mirror, at the back of the studio, I scoot back into the shop to collect my makeup. I hitch myself up onto the stool, wiggling my bum into a comfortable position and cross my legs, completely unconsciously in a girly fashion! I took a final satisfied look at mom's shoes, rotating my ankle. Getting to work with my makeup, I empty it all into my lap then holding my fringe back, I smile to myself as I dab large spots of the pan stick foundation onto my face. It makes me look like I've a contagious disease! My forehead, under eyes, cheeks, chin and neck are all spotty before I've finished. Next I carefully use my finger tips to blend it evenly over my face and neck. After a few moments I have an even pale pink complexion, although I look some what washed out! I then pat on some powder from the compact to fix the foundation in place. Next I begin applying eye shadow, the best bit! I start with a dusty grey on my eyelids, blending it into a pale grey, which in turn fades into a sparkly white below my eyebrow. I worked hard to make them look like the models I saw in magazines, although I was careful not to go over the top for day wear. Once I had finished the eye shadow, I went over my eye liner and mascara again, making it thicker than usual. After some deliberation, I chose the darker red lipstick of the two I had with me; Carefully following the line of my lips, I drew on the silky smooth lipstick. I loved the smell and taste of lipstick, so couldn't stop pouting to myself in the mirror while joyously applying it. Finally I brushed on some blusher, pouting again to define my cheek bone area. Just as I had finished doing my makeup and while admiring my handy work, I heard the ding dong of the shops door bell. A jolt of nervous adrenaline shot through me, as I jumped and almost fell from the stool. Feeling some what hyper after the shot of adrenaline, I quickly plonked my makeup onto a near by shelf then zipped through the hall, to peep carefully around the door frame into the shop front. The post man was bending down, trying clumsily to push a large brown envelope through the awkwardly positioned letterbox, at the bottom of the glass door. I relaxed as I realised the postman wasn't our usual one, so knew he wouldn't recognise me; Just then, he looked up and caught sight of me, he waved with a smile. I scooted over to undo the door latch, morning, he said as he stood up breathlessly to pass me the squashed wrinkled letter. I took it from him some what nervously and with a faltering smile squeakily mumbled, your new, aren't you. Oh yes, he said still breathless, I'm only doing this round for today. That's a shame, I replied quietly with a weak smile, he nodded with a grin then turned to go on his way with a cheeky wink my way. I smiled to myself as I went back into the shop noticing my reflection in one of the glass cabinets as I passed by. I could see that I would pass easily for a girl in the face but my figure was a problem as I had of course a flat chest! I needed to do something about my lack of bust. Luckily I recalled the photographer had been doing some catalogue product images for a swim wear company a few weeks back. The swim wear company had left a box full of swim suits and bikinis behind. I popped the letter down on the counter and went back into the studio. I remembered seeing a large cardboard box, with a sticker on it's side of the company's logo. It was hid amongst the photography studios paraphernalia, lighting rigs, soft boxes and backdrops obscured it from view. The photographer had used a female manikin to display the costumes on, while shooting the pictures. It now stood in one dark corner of the studio with some lighting stands for company. A large chiffon scarf was draped over the curvaceous form, causing the material to flow over it in that wonderfully female way. I smiled at it as I lifted the large card board box from behind it. I quickly pulled open the flaps and started to look through the costumes. There were lots of really fashionable designs, but I needed something that looked more like a bra and knickers and less like a swimming costume! Luckily after some digging I found a bikini set! The bikini was made of a strong white nylon material, the top and matching bottoms were quite skimpy in design but they looked almost perfect! I held the bikini atop my chest were I imagined a bust would be, while looking in the large studio mirror. I turned this way then that, trying to judge if it would work. It definitely looked about right, so I slipped off my shirt and undid the clasp on the bikini top then unceremoniously pulled it on. It was tricky doing the clasp back up, but I managed it with a little struggle. Looking back at my reflection, I straighten the straps while noticing the sad looking bikini cups, laying flat and deflated against my chest! With a dissatisfied grumpy humph, I went to get some tissues from a work top on the other side of the studio. As I reached for them, I notice on a nearby shelving rack a number of bean bags. I remember the photographer showing me how he used them to support his cameras when he was taking low level shots. I sorted through the sandy coloured different sizes until finding two about the same size as a tennis ball. I quickly slipped them into the bikini cups, then squeezed and kneaded them into shape. They made useful, but small breast shape forms. I also found that their weight was about right, as I swung my new breasts from side to side, in naughty girl fashion! Looking back into the mirror while still smoothing my new bust into place I felt they looked pretty convincing, not big, but enough to make a convincing breast shape. Although content with the bikini top, I felt it would be nice to complete the outfit, so I quickly stepped dubiously out of mom's platform sandals, my trousers and underwear. Catching a glimpse of my smooth pale naked body in the mirror caused me a moment of discomfort, being this naked at work is not good! I hurriedly stepped into the small bikini briefs and wriggle them quickly up over my soft pert bum. I found the strong nylon to be good enough to allow me to tuck my own bits beneath myself, thus hiding them away! This was an added bonus I wasn't expecting as I checked myself in the mirror. I smiled to myself as I posed, hands on hips pleased with what I saw. Ok, I didn't exactly have a girls figure but mine was ambiguous enough. I was slim and slender and without that hard edged knobbly roughness most my male friends had. My skin was smooth and soft and I'd hardly any body hair and never needed to shave. My shoulders and chest were narrow and my hips had a small but definite flare, plus I had a cute round bottom, even if I do say so myself. According to my mom, my legs were too nice for a boy as I had long well shaped thighs and calves for my short height. With a slightly conceited smile, I put my trousers and shoes back on and hid my own under garments in the bottom of my bag. Looking back at myself in the mirror, I loved the two little mounds, I now had on my chest, stretching my shirt convincingly, the fake bust looked lovely in profile reflected in the mirror! Plus the lack of any bulges in my crotch area only added to making me looking more feminine. With my makeup and hair done, I looked like a typical mid 1970's girl and couldn't wait to meet up with Hunk dinner time! Back in the shop I open up five minutes late! I turn the sign on the door to "Open". and noticed an old lady waiting impatiently outside! I quickly open the door for her with a smile, your late she said grumpily as she barged past me! Sorry, I said nervously. I suddenly become hyper aware of myself and how I looked and how I was presenting. It all becomes to much as rush of anxiety about how I could be so stupid and silly washed through my mind! I felt giddy, faint and slightly sick. My legs also felt weak as they began to buckle. I caught onto the counter just in time to stop myself from falling. The old lady looked at me with a curious arched brow, are you all right she asked, a slight hint of irritation in her voice. I just nodded weakly, a huge frog now jammed firmly in my throat, sorry, I eventually squeak. I'm not feeling to well. You young girls should take better care of yourselves the old lady said exasperatedly. I smiled weakly, sorry, I said again. She told me her name and that she's come to collect her sons portraiture photos. As quickly as I could with a light head and swimming vision, I sort through the return photos draw, finding the photos for her in moments. She paid me for them and then with a curt smile she was gone! Phew, I said, aloud to myself, regaining my composure as I begin to settle down. She didn't seem to notice I was anything other than what I appeared to be, a girl! The rest of the morning went quickly as I served several customers without incident, I began to feel comfortable as no one seemed to notice that I was anything other than the girl shop assistant I appeared to be. I even had time between customers to apply the nail varnish I'd pocketed earlier, so now they matched my toes! Ten minutes before my dinner break, a tall athletic man in a smart suit came in. He was probably in his mid twenties, about the same age as the photographer. Hello he said cheerfully as he came in. Hi, I said back with a smile, can I help you. I hope so, he began, I need a large good quality leather bound photo album. Oh, I said brightly, we have some on offer, he smiled at me as I took him over to the shelving with them on. I discuss the merits of a few of the albums with him, until I realise he's standing right behind me; I feel a warm hand, rest on one of the cheeks of my bottom! He squeezes me firmly, I freeze, cold fear clutched at me for a moment. I wasn't sure if it was my reaction, freezing, or his sudden realisation at what he'd done. But he blustered, oh I am sorry, and he snatched his hand away. I slowly turned around to face him, he backed away. I'm really really sorry, he said again. I just couldn't help myself, your bum, it's so cute, he said with an ineffectual half smile. I reached out for the telephone besides me; His eyebrows raised and hovered nervously upon his furrowed brow. Please don't call anyone, he pleaded. I continued to stare at him and began to feel angry, more out of shock than anything else. A look of disgust clouds my face and after a moment I calmly say, buy the most expensive album we have, then leave! I will, I will, your so right, he said quickly, as he opens his wallet and dropped a number of ten pound notes onto the counter. I slip our best album into a bag and passed it to him. He smiled weakly then quickly scooted out the door! Phew, I hear myself say aloud for the second time that morning, I realised looking like a girl I'll suffer some of the problems they have to endure everyday! After a few deep breaths calming myself, I picked up the notes and counted them! He'd dropped forty pounds! The album was only twenty! I worried briefly about what I should do with the other twenty, until I think, it was my bottom he squeezed, so I guess I should have it. I smiled wickedly to myself as I pop the notes it into my pocket. 9. Shopping On my way to meet Hunk, I caught little glints of my reflection in shop windows as I walk briskly up the busy high street. I felt pretty confident I looked good enough to pass as a girl, so relaxed even more into my roll as I walk by smiling. The weather was bright and seemed quite warm for the time of year so I decided not to wear my coat. I felt it spoilt my look anyway, being a typical boy's Wrangler style jacket! I quickly regretted it though, as I started to shiver, my shirt alone not being enough to keep me warm . As I passed by a small fashion boutique tucked incongruously between other more mundane shops, I notice a bright sale sign. The sign sat atop a woman's calve length tweed wrap coat with dark brown fur collar. More importantly, I notice the price, fifteen pounds! The twenty pounds in my pocket suddenly started to burn a hole, as I was reminded with a shiver that I should have worn my coat! I scooted into the shop making a beeline for the rack with sale coats on. I quickly flick through them until I found a size I thought would fit. Dropping my bag at my feet, I shrugged my arms hastily into the sleeves, only to realise It was to big! My body temperature raised with the excitement and exertion as I pull my arms free to get the next size down. I spun around to look in the mirror behind me and smiled, the coat made me look even narrower, the tailored higher waist and midi length, slimmed my figure even more. I loop over the belt and poof up the collar while making the decision that this is the coat for me; The only cloud on the horizon was how would I get it past my mom, I decide I'd worry about that later. Instead of taking the coat off I paid the assistant at the counter saying, I'll keep it on. She nodded with a smile, taking my offered two ten pound notes. With a cha ching of the till she gave me a fiver change and in mere moments I was back outside amongst the milling crowds, Saturday shopping. Hunk was waiting for me at the bus stop we'd arranged to meet at, he was wearing a black leather bomber jacket, dark trousers and white shirt. Wow, I thought, he looks fashionably cool and gorgeous! His legs were crossed in an easy laid back way as he leaned against the bus stop, whistling a tuneless little ditty to himself. He was oblivious to me as I walked up and stood besides him. I realised almost immediately that he thought I was just another passenger waiting for the bus! For a laugh, I stand next to him pretending to queue. Almost a full minute passes as he resolutely refuses to notice me! Eventually I cough, he looks down at me blankly, then slowly his brow furrows questioningly. It's me, I mouth theatrically with beaming confident smile. Oh my god Baby, he exclaims, as he quickly shrugs himself erect from his leaning position. I would've never guessed it was you in a million years, he says with a small laugh and broad appreciative smile. You look bloody gorgeous, he said taking a long look up and down at me; Then he tilted his head quizzically to one side and with a broad cheeky nod to my chest, asked, were did you get those. Oh these, I said with a smile curling my lips, these, I informed him are my little sandbag bust! He tittered at this shaking his head, well you look positively gorgeous anyway. Thanks, I said primly, I did work hard to pull it off. I can see that, he said, as a bright naughty smile spreads across his face. I'd like to grab you now, he gestures with curled fingers in a groping fashion, his voice full of innuendo. He paused letting his wicked thoughts hang in the air. The memory of the idiot who grabbed me not minutes before flash across my mind. There's a time and place for such things, I said primly, now is not it! He raised a questioning eye brow, so he laughed, you'd like me to grab you later then? Oh yess please, I gushed with a giggle. Can I hold your hand he asks me tentatively as we move off towards the shops. No one will think anything of it, we'll just look like boyfriend and girlfriend out shopping. I nodded nervously as he reached out for my hand, and we move off for the shops. My hand felt small tucked away inside his much larger warmer hand. I loved the feeling of him holding my hand and smiled broadly as I sashayed besides him. I guided us to a nearby market hall I knew. It will have all the items I'll need and the prices are cheap, I said to Hunk with enthusiastic glee. We stopped just before the entrance to the market, I looked up at Hunk and asked delicately, how much do you want to spend? Oh don't worry about that, just get what ever you want, he said. Are you sure, I ask nervously? He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, after what you did for me last night Baby, I'd be happy to give you anything you want! I giggled saying, your so wicked. He winked at me, then we briskly walked into the market hall. We wonder through the cramped busy stalls, the hub?bub almost chaotic as we squeezed through the throngs of busy shoppers. I was looking this way, then that, for stalls that sold fashionable female clothing, almost to the point of becoming dizzy. After a few minutes walking between the long rows of colourful trestles we come upon a stall that looked perfect. The clothes were all the latest styles plus the prices displayed were very good. I could see also they had a changing area with large mirror besides it at the rear of the stall. I smiled at Hunk, as I began to look at tops, skirts and dresses. They were all pretty, sexy and perfect, I was dizzy with ideas for outfits looking at them all. But I had limited time, so I quickly chose a couple of empire line style dresses. I liked the folk styles and wrap dresses but felt the empire line style would disguise my rather slim straight figure. One of the dresses I chose was chocolate brown in colour, made of a thin soft nylon material with deep rounded square neckline, flared sleeves and midi length skirt. The other was a deep purple colour made of velveteen. Again it had a deep rounded square neckline but was more mini in length with the same sleeve design as the other. They both had tight bodices with skirts that flared out from below the bust line. The chocolate brown one had a ruched wrap over bust while the purple one was more tailored, they were both very lovely. I looked at Hunk who smiled back with a nod of the head, indicating he approved of my choices. Turning back to the stall I slipped between the tables to stand before the large mirror at the back. There were two other girls there looking at themselves in the large mirror. I smiled at them as I took the only free space left before the mirror. I positioned the chocolate brown midi dress in front of me resting it above myself as if I wore it. I tried to visualise myself wearing it as I turned this way then that. It looked good I thought noting how feminine and pretty it was. Upon looking back at Hunk for his opinion, he nodded a confirming smile to me; I did the same with the purple dress and felt the same about it, although I was unsure about the length, as it seemed quite short, being well above the knee! I was sure, I could pull it of though, as I recalled my mom saying many times my legs were to nice and smooth to be a boys! As I switched from one dress to the another looking in the mirror the stall owner appeared beside me; She was grinning at me in a slightly unnerving way, there lovely, she says in a slight cockney drool. I smiled back at her saying, thanks. Do you want to try them on she asked with a nod towards the changing cubicle? I would loved to, I said, though I just don't have the time, so declined her offer. It occurred to me to ask though, If I have them now and they don't fit properly will I be able to exchange them later? I'm sorry, she said in her cockney drawl, I can't my dear, we've had some girls trying to con us, they'd buy an outfit, wear it out then try to exchange it for a new one! I nod my understanding, saying, I'd better try them on then, and move to open the curtain on the cubicle. A shrill, get out, was shouted from within the cubicle as I went to open it. Oh I'm so sorry, I called to the girl inside, I thought the cubicle was empty. I turned to give the stall holder the dresses back wishing to get away quickly, I was so embarrassed. The stall holder places a hand on my arm with a slight grin curling her lips, it's alright love, that happens all the time, don't worry about it. I can see your trust worthy so If they don't fit I'll exchange them but I can't give a refund, is that Ok? I nodded, saying I'm pretty sure they will fit me, I had a good sense for clothes sizes, most times, so was confident they'd be fine. Hunk happily paid the the nine pounds fifty for the two dresses and we left the stall with a smile to the owner. I clutched my large paper carry bag with my two dresses in tightly, as we began again to saunter through the aisles. After a time I pause by an underwear stall. I knew underwear was the one thing that could disguise my figure better than any other item of clothing. Although standing there I was some what dazed by the huge amount of lingerie on display and a little reticent to reach out and touch any of it. The tall skinny lady working the stall smiled at me from between the explosion of bras, knickers and corsets. Can I help she asked with a broad smile. Yes, I said, as I leaned across the stall towards her to privately say, I need something that will give my figure a bit of shape, I gesture down towards my rather slim featureless figure. She nods and gestures for me to stand back a little. I do as she asked realising she was estimating my size. Mm, she pondered, you do have quite a slim straight figure don't you. I blush at this, suddenly worried she's caught me out! She smiled at me making a one sign with her forefinger while saying, shan't be a second. She quickly bent down beneath her stall and we heard the sounds of boxes and plastic bags being opened and closed before she popped back up, I think these will do what you want, she says, with a reassuring friendly smile. Laying three items of serious looking underwear in front of me she explained, their cinchers, or under bust corsets, one hundred percent rubber and boned for support. They wrap around your waist and midriff, cinching it in, creating a much slimmer waist! The stall holder smiled at my bewildered expression, quickly realising I needed a better explanation. She looked at me, and said, watch, she then demonstrates with a smooth efficient movement as she wrapped the cincher around her midriff. With her chin craned on her chest, she spoke in a some what muffled voice. You start with the top eyelet, hooking it first then working your way down. Oh I see, I giggled with a coy grin as she placed the cincher back with the others. I looked at the garments spread before me, pursing my lips and stroking my chin. The colour of two of them reminded me of pale pink sticking plasters, plus they looked boringly utilitarian. The last one however was black with lace strategically sown around the hems and seams. I pointed it out to Hunk, he very briefly looked with a smirk and a nod. I realise he feels uncomfortable and grin at the stall holder, she rolls her eyes. How much is this one, I ask, pointing to the black one, five pounds, the stall holder says quickly. Mm, I need a bra and knickers too, could you do a deal? She smiled her agreement with a nod, then showed me some bra and knicker sets, all of which were my size she assured. I choose a pretty chiffon black lacy set with little pink bows sown between the bra cups and on the front of the knickers. I also picked out four pairs of every day white knickers, each pair having some different pretty flowery detail sown upon them. We agree a price for them all and Hunk paid without a moments hesitation. Just as we were about to leave, the stall owner motioned for me to come closer, she whispered, I've slipped some falsies in with your underwear, I know how hard it can be when nature doesn't provide what you'd like! I stare at her wide eyed and puzzled, she motions down to her own bust, falsies, she whispered! Thank you, I whispered back, that's really nice of you. We then said our goodbyes and left. When we were clear of the stall, I look into my bag of new underwear, for the falsies, not being entirely sure what they were. I found them quickly in the bottom of my bag laying like two chicken fillets, wrapped in a clear resealable plastic bag. I nodded to myself, understanding instantly what they were used for. With thirty minutes of my dinner break gone, I turned to Hunk and said, I still need to get some shoes and tights. He looked over my shoulder squinting into the distance, then nodded to a stall tucked away in the corner of the large market hall, they have some nice shoes, he said. I beamed a bright smile back at him, thanks, I said graciously touching his arm, gratitude and other less well defined emotions bubble butterfly like in my tummy for him. We walk quickly to the stall were I spotted a pair of platforms I adored almost immediately. They had pride of place upon a towering collection of glossy black shoe boxes, crafted into a display stand. The deep platform sole and tall heal were made of one piece of dark teak coloured wood which was contoured and sculptured to perfection. A latices work of neutral coloured leather straps adorned the upper with each terminating on the sides of the platforms sole, to be held in place by tooled metal studs. I reach out for them mesmerised by their beauty, they typified all that a fashionable pair of mid 1970's platforms should. They balanced perfectly on the eye, each line and curve in harmony with the other. I gushed on about how cool they were to Hunk, he smiled at me with a slight look of baffled amusement, but nodded his agreement anyway. Try them on, he said, I'd been so lost in the moment coveting the shoes that I completely forgot about seeing if they looked any good on my feet! I smiled up at him and with a titter under my breath said, yes of course. I Leaned across the shoe stalls trestle, to try to attract the attention of the Jamaican stall holder with a wave, but he was finishing a sale with a couple of giggling girls. He smiled back at me from across the other side of the stall and mouthed, I'll be with you in a second. In a moment his bright smile was cast upon me and his silky smooth patter was spilling forth. Hi gorgeous, what can I do for you today, he asked in an anglicised Jamaican accent, oblivious to Hunk standing besides me; I blushed as a cough escapes Hunks stern but smiling lips. Hunk gestured towards the shoe balancing in my hand, could you help, the "gorgeous young lady", he said, with finding the correct shoe size, please. The Jamaican stall holder smiled calmly at Hunk, then said, sure thing buddy. In a moment I was passed the correct size so I delicately lifted my ankle to the side and bent a little to undo the buckle of one of mom's platforms. A few seconds later I was looking in the low angled mirror, placed before the stall at my beautifully adorned foot. I lifted the hem of my trousers above my ankle to view my foot as I turned the shoe first one way then another, appraising the gorgeously tall platform. I fell in love with how they looked, and knew, I just had to have them. There perfect I gushed again to Hunk, can I have these please, I asked him excitedly, he smiled at me saying, sure. The shoes were expensive at twelve pounds fifty, but Hunk didn't flinch and paid without a word. Brimming with excitement, and other equally scintillating feelings, rushing steam train like through my weak at the knees mind, we moved on with our shopping trip. Hunk looked at me with mild amusement as we walked through the stalls, you look like the cat who got all the cream, he said with a grin. I nearly skipped with joy as I said, you don't know how long I've dreamed of owning my very own girl things. I must have fantasised about it one way or another since I was eight! Oh I see, said Hunk, that's a long time to wish for something. It is, I agreed, but now it's all coming true, I wonder if I'm not just day dreaming again. Hunk pinched my upper arm through my coat, ouch, I cried. He laughed, saying, nope your not dreaming. Thank you for making that clear, I said with a grimace as I rubbed my arm, he hadn't pinched me hard, but I pretended it was, I liked the idea of him thinking I was delicate! What do you want to get next Hunk asked, well, I said hopefully with a little half smile, knowing Hunk had spent quite a bit already, I need tights and maybe some costume jewellery. Hunk nodded distractedly, then raised an eyebrow, look at that stall he said pointing behind me; I turned around to see a stall selling sexy baby doll nighties. They were mostly very short, frilly and see through with skimpy matching knickers. I turned back to Hunk, wide eyed, you like them I asked with a frown. Yes of course, don't you? Well, yes, I said, but before I could finish Hunk interrupted me saying, can I get you a set, he grinned, you know, for if you stop over. You'll need something to wear in bed, I blinked at him. I mean, he carried on, if you want to carry on with dressing up that is, which I hope you do, he finished with an awkward half grin. I smiled up at him and touched his arm, you know I might be falling in love with you, I said softly. He laughed, come on, he said, as he dragged me to the stall. A few minutes later I had a candy pink baby doll nighty tucked amongst the other bags we carried. I giggled as we walked away from the stall, Hunk cocked his head at me questioningly, I smiled up at him, I can't see us doing much sle