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Rick becomes Ricky I never realised how handy boys can be when trained properly! I now have my own live in maid who will do anything I say any time. It all happened by mistake so let me take you back to the beginning. My name is Cindy. I am tall for a girl, blond and slim. I do so love to power dress in tight pencil skirt suits, super high stiletto heels and my long hair in a high pony tail. I think that's how Rick first saw me and fell in love at first sight. He is almost the same size as me (without my heels), also slim for a guy but a very blokey man. He is the scrum half for the local rugby team and a true Aussie male. We had been living together for about 3 months when it happened. I was busy doing my ironing when Rick tossed in 2 shirts. "Iron those hun" he said as he walked away. This certainly wasn't something I wanted to set as precedence. We both worked and both shared the house chores although I already cooked a lot more than he did. So I ignored them and left them on the floor. Later that night he came in to the lounge where I was lazing in my little pink babydoll watching a girly film. He was holding his shirts. "You didn't do my shirts!" he said coolly. "No, and I won't be doing them - I am not your slave Rick. You can do them yourself." Then he said it - his big mistake. "That's woman's work Cindy. My mum has always ironed my Dad's shirts. It wouldn't hurt you to do them when you iron yours. I have no idea how to iron." He threw them on the couch next to me. I was stunned. How could my darling boyfriend be such a jerk? When did this suddenly happen? Up until then it was a wonderful shared environment and we loved each other openly and completely. But this was a new side of him I had not seen before. I won't bore you with the remaining 2 hours of arguments but suffice to say at the end we were not talking to each other and I was really upset. A lot of things were said and it was clear he had very different ideas about equality to mine; his head was in a 30 year old time warp. It's at times like this that boys don't stand a chance. They think a quick shout and it's all over. They have no idea that relentless argument will always win the day, and I am soo good at it ?. So I started the silent treatment, and soon combined it with the cessation of sexual activity. After 2 days i turned up the pressure by wearing my sexiest short miniskirts - nice flouncy lacy ones that are classy but very sexy. I turned to my stockings and suspenders under my pencil skirts and made sure he watched me getting slowly dressed and undressed every day. Of course I eventually drove him mad and he had to apologise. He thought he just had to say sorry and that was it - but I know his thinking was so fundamentally bad that he had to change within himself. He had to realise a chauvinistic attitude was not going to work with me - ever! "I am so sorry babe," he cooed. "Of course I will iron my shirts, or at least take them home to Mum." That did it! He had not learnt a thing. "Not good enough" I pouted. "If we are going to have a future together you need to understand what it is like to be treated like a second class citizen. You think you have rights and women have to pander to you. And even that we like it! You have to prove to me you are not like that, otherwise we cannot have a future together." "Of course I am not like that," exclaimed Rick. " I understand that we both work - I was just kidding with the ironing thing." "No you weren't! I know you meant it," I shouted. "No, hun... Really I am not like that." I knew I had him where I needed him. I needed to make him suffer. "Prove it!" I yelled. "OK Cindy - I will. I'll iron my shirts now." He skulked over to the cupboard and pulled out the ironing board. I heard the ironing board clatter on the floor and the iron start to steam. I walked in and looked at him. He was standing there in his boxers and making a complete hash of his shirt. I suddenly got an idea. I reached inside the clean washing basket and found my netball dress. I was a keen netball player and our team had an all in one skirt and top. Our colours were bright red, even with a bit of sparkle. The top was stretchy with short sleeves and the skirt flowed out in a wavy A-line with some soft pleats. "If you really want to prove it, you can iron my netball uniform." Rick looked at me and was about to say no when he saw my expression change and thought the better of it. He held out his hand for the dress. I looked at him sternly and handed it to him. "Don't ruin it or it will be over. Make sure it is neat and that the pleats are perfect. I don't want to see any wrinkles. And if you burn anything then you can forget ever having sex with me again." I stood there in front of him with my arms folded. Rick struggled with the dress, and especially the pleats. But I told him what to do, and to his credit he did exactly what I said. He actually took a lot of care with it. "It is very soft material isn't it?" he said. It seemed to take him by surprise. "Yes it is" I replied. "In fact most girl's clothes are softer and smoother than boy's. Feel my undies." I pulled some lacy silk knickers from my clothes pile and rubbed then against his chin. "See?" "Oh yes," he whispered softly, "I had never noticed before." "Well," he said, "here you are. All ironed." He held my uniform up in front of him. "Is it OK?" "I can't tell," I said. "I know when I do it it is perfect, but to be sure you have done it right I need to see it on." "OK," he said, "here it is." "No!" I shouted sharply. "I said I need to see it on. If I wear it I cannot see it." "Look in the mirror Cindy!" he said smartly. "No!" I said sternly yet softly, getting close to his face. "I can't see how the back hangs in the mirror. I need to see it on." "Well I can't help you then" said Rick dismissively. "Yes you can" I said coolly. I took my netball uniform and walked up close behind him. I cuddled up close and moved my hand round the front of his boxers. Just one delicate touch with my finger and his thingy started to twitch. His pent up frustration was quick to bring to the surface! "Oh yes Cindy" he started to groan. "I need this." I caressed him through his boxers and slowly eased them down his legs to the floor. His erection quickly grew and he started to rock against me. I held his hand and made him touch himself softly. This allowed me to free my hands. Then softly and slowly I put my dress over his head. "You can try it on for me." He jumped and quickly moved his hands up to push the dress off. But I quickly grabbed his hand with mine and together started to caress him. He groaned again as I whispered in his ear. "Rick baby... Just for me. Just show me what a good ironing job you have done" No-one will see and it will prove to me you really are not a chauvinistic pig and that you love me..." I caressed him softly. And then with my other hand pulled the dress over his head and his shoulders. It was difficult but I got it on his shoulders and then switched round in front. This time I moved my body against his and pushed myself against his erection. Swaying from side to side to keep him mesmerised as I pulled the dress down tightly over his chest and then let the skirt drape around his thighs. I returned to my caressing now that he was totally wearing my dress. He was so horny. I kissed him softly. But he had not realised that I had put a triple layer of lipstick on just before. I carefully aimed my lips on his so as to rub it off perfectly onto his lips. "Can you taste my lipstick on your lips baby" I whispered in his ear. "You look so sexy with my lipstick on and wearing my dress. You legs are gorgeous and your bum feels so nice under my skirt." I expected him to baulk at my words but he was in heaven. He moved his hand and touched the soft material, rubbing his body though it. "Soft isn't it darling?" I whispered in his ear. "Oh yes, Cindy. It is dreamy." Dreamy? He said 'Dreamy'. This was getting interesting. I wondered how far I could take this and really teach him a lesson. I pulled back and looked at him. Rick seemed suddenly embarrassed as he realised he was standing in front of me in my short red sparkly dress with red lips. His erection tented out the front of his skirt. He put his hands in front to try and conceal it. It just made him look even prettier. He really was quite pretty! I ignored his plight and handed him something else to iron. "This is tricky. I don't normally iron this but it just needs a little steaming to make the satin panels smooth." That was a lie. Ironing makes no difference because it was a red satin waist clincher. I just wanted him to iron something in his dress. Rick sighed a submissive sigh and took it. He tried his best to make the panels smoother, but they were already smooth. "Um.. Is this right?" He held up my clincher. "Let's see" I said softly, taking the waist clincher and circling behind him again. This time he did not resist as I wrapped the clincher round the outside of his netball uniform. This would look interesting! I wrapped it round his waist and laced it at the back. His erection had not changed - it was very interesting! I started to pull the clincher tight. "This will give you a small girly waist. Hold tight Ricky while I lace you up." He never spoke a word as I tightened the clincher, apart from the odd sharp breath as I squeezed him in. Every now and again I brushed his front to make sure he stayed excited. When it was completely laced in as tight as I could without suffocating him I moved round the front and reached for my lipstick. I traced it across his lips. He never resisted at all. It was as if I had him totally trapped in some sort of hypnotic trance. I stood back and admired my work. "OMG - your body is amazing. Look - you have little breasts now from the corset pushing up your skin! You look so pretty!." Rick went bright red. The colour of his dress. His big eyes looked at me then peeked at himself in the mirror. He took a short gasp as he saw that he did indeed look very cute. "Don't be silly Cindy. Can I take it off now?" "No honey," I snapped. "I want to see the full outfit now. If you do this for me then I know you love me and I will forgive you." "The full outfit," Rick started. "What full outfit?" "Shoes, hair, stockings and full makeup Ricky," I answered in a matter of fact voice. "This has gone on far enough" Rick protested. And he started to try and pull the corset off. I sat down in front of him and watched. A slight smile on my face. Rick tried to pull the corset down but of course it would not move; I had laced it far too tight. After several minutes tugging and pulling away he reached behind to find the end of the laces. But I had tied the long laces in a triple knot and tucked the ends well under the corset body. There was no way he could find them when reaching behind. I left him struggling away while I popped out to get something. Rick got more and more angry as he realised his actions were futile. He did not see me enter with his camera until the flash went off. Click, click, click. Three perfect pictures of my macho Rick in my netball dress and a tight corset with a huge hard on showing he was enjoying it. "What are you doing Cindy. Give me that camera." He lunged at me but then winced in pain as he realised his corset restricted his movements completely. I easily evaded his grasp. "I am just kidding Ricky. There is no memory card in here. Let me undo your laces. Although I think you should keep it on because you look so lovely." "Shut up Cindy," snapped Rick. "Untie this thing now. The game is over." He turned round and waited for me to undo him. "It's a bit tight," I complained. "Move your arms behind you so it loosens it off a bit." The silly boy had no idea what was to come. He put his arms behind him and I softly held his wrists together. We had toyed with some sex games a while ago and Rick wanted to use handcuffs on me. I had let him play his little game and he had bought a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs that he had used to attach my hands together one night. I never liked the feeling of being submissive, and to be truthful it did not seem to turn him on as much as when I held him spreadeagled when I rode on top of him. I always thought I would like to try it the other way round and now I was about to do just that. Rick never even felt them go on. Nor did he hear the soft click of the bands closing around his wrists. Once secured, I jumped out of the way and pushed him from the front. The surprise on his face was quickly evident as he tottered backwards onto the bed. "What the hell..." he yelled. But I was too quick and as he fell backwards I pounced on his chest with my knees either side of his shoulder and his mouth inches away from my 'lady' (as my mum used to call it). He was completely trapped. "Shut up Ricky," I ordered. "You have no chance of getting out of this, and by the way, I lied - the camera does have a memory card and I have photos of you in this dress and corset with an obvious hard on showing how much you like it. You will do everything I say and I will let you out. Or you can shout and carry on, in which case you will stay in my dress and handcuffs. What is it to be?" Rick decided the answer was to shout and wriggle his way out. So I let him go for it. But being trapped under my weight with hands cuffed behind his back and wearing a tight constricting corset he had no chance. He shouted and bucked. Screamed and heaved. But eventually he lay there still and exhausted. "Good girl," I whispered in his ear. And that started him up all again. "I am not a girl. Have you gone mad!" I let him scream and wriggle again until he stopped. Red in the face and sweating. Completely weak. "When you are ready, tell me you will be a good girl and I will finish dressing you before letting you go." Rick stared at me and kept silent. I stared back and just for good measure softly caressed him under his skirt. He hated his situation but loved my touch. Eventually he whispered softly. "I'll be good." "No Ricky. Say it all." He looked at me. I could see he was beaten. "I'll be a good girl," he whispered softly. I leant forward and kissed him softly on his lips. He did not respond at first but then, slowly, he moved his mouth against mine, allowing my tongue to enter. I kissed him deeper and stronger while I moved my body back on top of his groin and wriggled myself against him. He started to moan. I whispered into his ear. "Darling... relax and enjoy it. You will find it is nice being a girl for a while." He seemed to respond to this by pushing gently up towards me. Grinding his thingy against my body. I let him do this for a time while I returned to my deep French kissing. When he was very close I pulled away. "Ok Ricky darling." Time to complete the outfit. I slid off him, leaving him laying facing upwards on the bed. I found my lacy undies and slid them slowly up his legs. He just lay there and let me move them over his body. "Don't they feel nice Ricky? Feel how soft and delicate they are against your skin." Rick gave out a soft groan as I slid them over his member - still far too excited for a feminine look. I will have to do something about that later. I pulled him up into a sitting position and then knelt at his feet. I slipped over a tan pair of stockings and slowly unrolled them up his legs. Rick was a blond. So although he had slightly hairy legs they were easily hidden by the stockings. I made him stand and attached a suspender belt round his waist under his dress. His dress How funny to say that! I clipped on his stockings. I left him standing there while I found a high pair of stilettos. 6 inches and bright red. I made Rick step into them and he wobbled as he stood on the tiny heels for the first time. But OMG his legs were so sexy! The corset was cute on the outside but not quite right. So I undid it and re-laced it under his dress. It was difficult with the cuffs on but I managed it eventually, pulling it even tighter than it had been before. It made his figure look so stunning - a curve out over his hips and thin waist that his dress softly clung to. I sat him down and started to apply his makeup. A soft clear foundation made his skin look very smooth. All the time he just sat there doing exactly what I asked. He had given in and realised the only way out was to go along with me for now. I reapplied his lipstick, this time with a darker pencil outline making his lips fuller. He had a distinctly sexy pout! Then came his eyes. Rick struggled when I wanted him to keep his eyes open as I put a thick layer of eye liner round the rim of his eyes. I put on some false lashes which were dark and long. Then I blended layers of colour leading up to his eyebrows. He had thinish brows but I had to pull some of the hairs out to shape them. That started a whole new wave of wriggling and complaining but I patiently wore him down. I had 2 more things to do. Firstly I had to wrap a bra under his dress - again he tried to resist but I succeeded. I slipped in some breast forms - D cup size. Surprisingly he did not resist these but instead kept staring down at his new cleavage. He was not aware of the glue, even when I smoothed the edges into his skin using more foundation. They looked so real I think he was captivated that he was looking at his own boobs. The last thing was a blond wig. Long and curly reaching down to the middle of his back. I pulled it up away from his face in a high loose pony tail so that ringlets dropped softly down the edge of his cheeks. I was finished. I stepped back and took in a gasp of breath. In front of me was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen - and she was my boyfriend. I was absolutely stunned. I made Rick stand up on his heels and then took lots and lots of photos. By now his erection has subsided so the skirt of his dress hung perfectly. He even started getting into the swing of things, and oozed sexiness at me when I asked. He even started smiling and laughing as we started to have fun, even though it was hard for him in his handcuffs. Then it was his turn to see. I walked him over to the full length mirror. "Here you are Ricky - the most beautiful girl in the town." There in the reflection was a long legged blond beauty. Her face was perfectly made up with stunning eyes and high cheekbones. Her lips were full and red. Her slim body showed off the curves in her body and her skirt hung short and seductively around her thighs. With her red 6 inch heels matching her bright red dress, she looked seductive and sexy. Ricky could not believe what he saw and almost tottered off his heels. I stood next to her and whispered in her ear "You are gorgeous darling - don't you think?" Ricky just stared at herself - looking up and down at her reflection. She turned sideways and looked at her breasts and her bum, Looked at her long slim legs in red stilettos. And.. she sighed. "Yes.." she whispered. I let Ricky sit down as I went to the computer and loaded everything onto my Facebook page. Rick stopped smiling then, but he could not stop me. "I said these are pictures of my girlfriend. You don't look at all like Rick so no-one will ever know unless I tell them. If you are a good girl then no-one will ever know. But if you are bad... well your secret will be out. Do you understand my girl?" "Yes Cindy. I understand." Her large painted eyes looked down and her lips pouted. My God she was so alluring! ----------------------------------------------- // ------------------- Then came a surprise neither of us was expecting. There was a knock on the door of our little flat. We lived in a one bedroom flat and had been ironing in the bedroom. I spoke quickly to Ricky. "Wait here darling and I will see who it is." On opening the door I was stunned to see my uncle James beaming at me. "Hello pumpkin. I am in town for the night and thought I would surprise you. Can I come in?" "Of course Uncle James." I leaped into his outstretched arms and his big bear like hug enveloped me. James was my favourite family member - even close than my parents. He was one of those unique people you normally only see in films. Incredibly handsome, with a fit body, chiselled face and beaming white smile. He was the closest thing to James Bond in real life anyone would ever see. People used to stop and stare at him - men as well as women. He was captivating and alluring. Men wanted him to be their best friend and women wanted him to be their lover. I just loved him like a father. Uncle James strolled in casually and produced a massive bunch of flowers for me. Just as he handed them to me he caught sight of Rick standing resplendent in his red dress and blond hair. "Oh I'm sorry - you have company" beamed James, smiling at Rick. "Oh yes - this is a friend from my netball team - Ricky. Ricky dear come and say hello to my Uncle James." Ricky hesitated but realised he was trapped. He came out nervously and delicately put out his arm to shake hands. Without hesitating James clasped Rick's hand, which was tiny compared to James' then leant over and kissed Rick on each cheek. James went instantly red and coyly looked down at first before looking back up into James' smiling eyes. Ricky smiled back showing his perfect white teeth against his deep red lipstick. He looked equally stunning. James has this effect on people - and even though Ricky was wearing a dress and extremely nervous, he could not help but instantly like James. "Well sorry Cindy but you will have to share these." And with that he took half the bunch of flowers and gave them to Ricky. "Red - a perfect match for your dress young lady. A bunch of red roses and a lovely princess - two beautiful things together!" Ricky now went an even deeper red and lowered his eyes again. He even fluttered his eyelashes without even thinking about it. "This is fortuitous Cindy. I am in town for one night for the firm's Christmas party and I need a date. It is at Alexandra's. Would you lovely young ladies care to accompany me?" Well! Alexandra's was the place to be. It was a really posh restaurant and dance club. Rick and I had always wanted to go but never had the chance or the money. I could see from Rick's expression that he was excited at first but then realised his predicament. He looked at me confused. "Yes Uncle James we would love to. But first we need to find something to wear. Come on Ricky." I tugged his arm and pulled him into the bedroom. "No way Cindy! I can't go out in this dress. You have to make an excuse for me" protested Rick. "Now now Ricky" I replied. "We have always wanted to go to Alexandra's and this is our chance. James was right next to you and he never realised you were a boy. In fact quite the opposite - he thought you were a stunner. This will be great fun and you can really see what it is like to be a girl for a night. Once this is over I will let you back into boy mode, honestly. Come on Ricky, this will be such fun." He looked at me. Then looked at herself in the mirror. "A smile came across her red lips. "Sure Cindy. Why not. I'm in. Let's go! But you have to look after me. I feel very vulnerable in this outfit." "Not just yet girlfriend. You can't wear my netball dress to Alexandra's. We need something special." Alexandra's was very posh and we needed stunning dresses. I started rummaging through my dresses. Although we were close in size Rick was a little larger so I was not sure I would be able to find something. But then pushed away in the edge were 2 dry cleaning bags. Of course - my sister's bridesmaids dresses! My sister Suzie was married last year and I had kept the bridesmaids dresses her best friend and I had worn. She was slightly larger than me so it should be perfect for Rick. I pulled them out and unpacked one, holding it up for Rick to see. It was cream and long. It was a sort of Egyptian come 'Pride and Prejudice' style with a long dress flowing down from underneath the bust. The dress was heavily pleated so that the pleats draped themselves gorgeously all the way to the floor. There were small capped sleeves that covered the shoulders. A ribbon ran under the bust to be tied at the back with long dangly ends. I held it up to Rick. Yes it would fit I think. I slid my netball dress off of Rick and draped his new dress over his head, letting it fall to the floor. I went to the back and tied the bust ribbon tightly in a bow. The false boobs looked perfect and his lack of chest hair and slim shoulders maintained the look. I made him pose with his hip stuck out the side and saw how the pleats ran down his body accentuated by the curve in his poked out hip. Oh my. It was perfect. But I did not let him see yet. Ricky helped me with my matching dress. When we were both ready I could see him feeling the smooth silkiness of the material as he smoothed his hands over his breast, tummy, hips and legs. I led him to the mirror after asking him to keep his eyes shut and stood side by side in front of the mirror. When Rick opened his eyes he saw two almost identical blond goddesses standing in front of him. His red mouth opened and gaped! Neither of us could believe how we both looked. My boyfriend was now a stunning girl. Rick turned from side to side, watching the way the dress moved against his body. "Do you like it Ricky?" I asked. "Yes.." he whispered. "I do." Rick was embarrassed but he was being honest and I loved him for that. "Come on girlfriend" I said as I pulled him away. "Let's get you some nice shoes and fix up your make up a little then we can go." Going outside was nerve racking for Ricky but James had grabbed our arms and we flanked him on either side. He said he was the luckiest man alive and everyone else would be jealous. We jumped into James' taxi and drove to the club. James kept his arms round us both in the back seat and he joked and flirted with us all the way. He would often put his hand on Ricky's leg feeling it through the silky pleats of his dress. But this was not a chat up technique - James was just like that with girls. I could see that Ricky was hesitant at first but soon relaxed and started to enjoy being a girl with someone giving him lots of attention. James was a true gentleman and insisted on opening the door for us. It was slightly raining and he carried both of us over a puddle, picking up Ricky easily in his arms! As we approached the club there was a queue outside and Ricky started walking to the back. "Ladies!" called the bouncer. "Please come this way." The bouncer smiled at us as he raised the rope and let the three of us in. "How nice to see you again miss" he said to Ricky. We both laughed because we knew he had never seen this lady before! "Wait.." I grabbed Ricky's arm as he was about to open the door. The bouncer rushed past and opened it for us. "Welcome ladies. If there is anything you need please ask for Johnny." He waved at the barman and said that we will be given a special welcome glass of champagne. Once inside Ricky got to see what it was like to be treated like a lady. Everywhere we went James was the perfect gentleman, pulling out chairs for us to sit or opening doors. At dinner James or the waiter poured every drink and made sure we girls were alright. Ricky never had to lift a finger all night. We went to the ladies together and the girls chatted to us inside like long lost friends, asking Ricky about his dress and shoes, and saying how gorgeous his hair extensions were. Back at the table, James popped off to the toilet and left us alone. "Everyone is so friendly" said Ricky surprised. "Normally I have to fight for attention and am often ignored or pushed around. It's like I am a royal princess." "It's because we are pretty Ricky darling. And because of James. The girls want to be our friends because if we are with James then we must be cool. The boys just want to get to know us. Have you seen how pumped they get when you smile at them. It's not always like this but when you look so gorgeous then life can be very nice." "It is nice" said Ricky. "I can't believe how different it is to be a pretty girl. And I have to say the feel of the stockings when I walk and the material of my dress caressing my legs is very sensual." We had to stop our girl talk because James came back. "Well who will dance with me?" he boomed happily. "Oh Uncle James I think you should show Ricky what a marvellous dancer you are. She is used to dancing with young men so you can teach her how a sophisticated man teats a lady." I smiled at Ricky as she looked at me in shock. But James took her hand and gently led her away. I could not help notice how small Rick's hands were compared to my large uncle. Ricky was really quite a dainty thing. This was going to be interesting. The music was upbeat so Ricky and James danced at a distance chatting. Luckily Ricky had quickly learnt to speak with a high voice and we had said earlier that she had a sore throat. I had to laugh because Ricky had no idea how to dance like a girl. She decided to keep it simple and sway from side to side. She did not realise it, but it made her look very sophisticated and sultry. Then as in all good black and white films, the music changed to a slow dance and they both nervously hesitated not knowing what to do, James took Ricky in his arms softly and pulled her to him. Ricky moved in and I laughed as she did not know what to do with her arms. At first she put them on his chest. James held her waist - his large hands making it look very slim. James would have felt the tight corset and I could see from his eyes that he liked what he felt. James moved his hands more to Ricky's back, just above her bum and pulled her towards him. I was amazed to see that Ricky slid her arms up round James' neck as her body was pulled in close. She rested he head against James' chest as they danced together slowly. I could see that Ricky was slightly out of time in her sway which meant she would be rubbing her front against James, I know men - and I know this would be turning James on. I smiled to myself because I am sure Ricky would have no idea what she was doing. They never spoke. Sometimes I caught Ricky's eye as they turned and she looked down embarrassed. I then saw her slightly pull away and I know that she would have felt something from James rising between them. James would be powerless to stop it. Luckily for them both, the music stoped and they headed back to the table. Although James did his best to hide it I could see the telltale bulge making James very uncomfortable. Ricky saw it too and led the way back to the table very red in the face. "Thank you James" whispered Ricky. "That was lovely." "You're welcome Ricky" smiled James sitting down quickly after pulling her chair out and making sure she was seated. "I loved it. You are a very special lady." I moved my hand over to Ricky's and squeezed her hand under the table. She looked at me and smiled sheepishly. As the night progressed we laughed, drank and danced. On several occasions I danced with Ricky, once slowly. I must say it was lovely dancing with him in his dress, the feel of our breasts rubbing together and the special way the silk of our dresses caressed our bodies as we danced closely was absolutely stunning. James realised we were quite close and I left him to think what he wanted at first before telling him we were just great friends. That also made me smile. But he was a gentleman all the way. As the night ended we agreed to take separate taxis home. We let James go first because he had further to go. As the cab arrived he turned to me and kissed me on both cheeks like he always did. I gave him a huge hug. God I loved that man! He turned to Ricky and kissed him on his cheek. But Ricky got confused and instead of turning his head to accept the second kiss on the cheek he turned his head the wrong way and James ended up kissing him on the lips. They were both surprised, which is probably why they lingered. I could see Rick started with his eyes open but then closed them as he gave in to James' soft kiss. Ricky kept his lips soft - I could see them squash against James' eager kiss. James pulled Ricky towards him and his hands moved over Ricky's bottom under her dress. I could not help but find this very sensual even though it was my boyfriend. I even rubbed Ricky's back softly while she was being kissed so she knew I was watching. They both parted and were instantly embarrassed. Then with a huge grin and a wave of his hand James was gone. On the way back we cuddled in the back of the taxi. I caressed Ricky all over his body letting him feel my touch through his dress. Back at home we could contain ourselves no longer and made love in the most sensual way ever. I made Ricky keep on his corset and stockings, and made sure he was under me all the time. I called him "my girl," "my princess" and "my sweetie." And he loved it. In the morning I turned to Ricky, eyes like a panda with her makeup and red lips smeared all over her face. "Well Ricky. It's back to being a boy today." "Yes. I suppose I must. That was an amazing night" Ricky blushed. I looked into his eyes. "Did you like it darling? Be honest." Rick looked at me and then dropped his eyes. "Yes Cindy i did. I could not believe how everyone was so nice to me. You cannot believe what it is like to be desired like that and have people falling all over you. Well of course you know that but for a man to experience that... well it was different... and amazing" "Well darling... if you do one thing for me then I will dress you up and we can go out to experience it all again. But remember underneath you are my man so make sure you behave!" Ricky hugged me close. "It's a deal Cindy. And I am, and always will be, your man..... and your girl." We both laughed out loud as we hugged. "But," said Ricky "What is the thing I have to do?" "Why silly girl" I smiled "All the ironing of course!" And from that moment I had my very own maid to wash, iron, cook and generally pamper me. I even bought him a full PINK maids outfit. But that is another story ?