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By lunchtime, the day had turned into a beautiful late summer's day. I
found myself outside the restaurant well before one o'clock, but went in
and claimed the table that I'd booked, anticipating Charlie's arrival.
Unlike most eating places, this one placed a premium on space for the
diners, and I was able to secure a table at the back, partially secluded
by some luxuriant houseplants.
I ordered a large bottle of mineral water and mused for the tenth time
which Charlie would turn up. She said she wanted to talk, and talking
would be easier if it was my best friend Charlie that showed. But then,
if we really wanted to explore the issues presented by this new
development in our relationship, surely it would be more appropriate if
gorgeous, sexy Charlie appeared?
There was no quick resolution to this as 1.15 came and went with no sign
of either dining companion. I reasoned (happily) that this probably
meant the new Charlie would appear.
Just then, the atmosphere in the room changed. It was as if a collective
shiver went through the restaurant. All around me, conversations stopped
mid-sentence and heads turned to take a look at the beautiful vision that
had just appeared at the entrance.
The vision was a young woman with dark brown wavy hair reaching down
between her shoulder blades. She was wearing a cobalt blue light cotton
summer dress with large white polka dots. The cut of the dress showed a
suggestion of cleavage, tapering in to her narrow waist before flaring
subtly out over her hips, reaching down to mid thigh. Her legs were bare
and on her feet she wore white strappy sandals with four-inch pointed
heels.
Whilst every man in the place stared, my look was more intense as I
checked for signs that this was in fact Charlie, so different did she
appear from previous sightings. My angle of view was quickly obscured by
three Italian waiters falling over themselves to be the first to assist
her.
After a quick gaze around, she pointed me out, a gesture accompanied by
dirty looks sent my way from all of the males dining there that
lunchtime. The quickest of the waiters ushered her over to the table and
pulled her chair out, all the while grinning from ear to ear. She
meanwhile captivated me with those eyes and that easy smile as I stood up
to greet her with a kiss on both cheeks and I breathed in her soft,
feminine scent.
"You don't need me to tell you how fantastic you look, but I'll say it
all the same," I said.
The next few minutes were spent with a little small talk and ordering of
food. At last the waiters left us alone.
"I was sure it wouldn't be you that appeared today." I started.
"It wasn't going to be, but I need to buy a number of outfits. My plan
after this is to hit the shops, so it made sense for the female me to
join you," her gentle whisper setting a delicious tone of intimacy
between us.
"It seems every time I see you, you're someone different," I interjected.
"I had to do a double take to be sure that it was you walking in."
Charlie laughed. "I love the fact that a change of hair changes my
appearance so dramatically. Add in different styles of clothes, and the
fact that I'm getting more practiced with different make up techniques,
and I feel I can become pretty much whoever I want to be."
A thousand thoughts and questions were rattling around my head just then,
but I started with the obvious.
"So how did all of this start? When did female Charlie first come into
existence?"
"About 2 years ago, Sophie and I went to a fancy dress party. Lacking
inspiration on costumes and characters, we had the bright idea to go as
each other. Sophie wore one of my work suits and she picked out one of
her black cocktail dresses for me to wear, with nylons and two inch heels
that she thought I might be able to learn to walk in quite quickly. We
found a wig that resembled her hair and she did my make up. When she
finished, she joked that I looked much better than she did. That joke
went a bit sour for her at the party. I was repeatedly propositioned by
men who didn't know who, or what, I was. What really surprised me though
was that men who did know both of us were also openly flirting with me."
"I pretended at the time to hate it," she continued. "But actually I
loved the power that I discovered I possessed through these exchanges.
I loved being wanted. As a man, I've always struggled to be noticed by
the opposite sex. Most women who talk to me, do so in the hope that we
would be friends rather than lovers. A couple have even cultivated
relations with me because they wanted to get closer to you, which did my
male ego no good. At least you had the good manners not to notice their
interest, so eventually they got bored with me and disappeared.
"Sophie was an exception and I never got used to the fact that an
attractive woman like her, liked me. But I hated the fact that men would
hit on her when we were together, as if I wasn't there. At this party
for the first time the tables were turned. She was ignored as I got all
of the attention. Dressed as a woman, I had acquired a strong sexual
identity. And one of the weird things that I discovered was that my
character changed when dressed. As a male, as you know, I'm generally
shy and self-conscious. As a female I was naturally more extrovert and
confident."
"Where was I when this party happened. I don't remember a fancy dress
party?" I interrupted.
"You were on that 3 month secondment to France at the time," she replied.
"Ah, OK. So go on, how did things develop from there?" I asked intrigued
to hear how Charlie had progressed from a dressing up party to this
gorgeously rounded (and curved) individual in front of me.
"After the party, I wanted Sophie and I to make love, with her in the
male role, me the female, as a way of pepping up our love life. But she
didn't want anything to do with it. She felt that we were just wearing
costumes and that we should not take it any further than that.
In the days and weeks that followed I tried to suppress my feelings, but
the urge to dress again grew stronger. Eventually I talked to Sophie,
told her what I was feeling and told her that I really wanted to explore
that side of me. She couldn't accept it and within days she was gone.
That was a huge shock to me and it took me some time to pull myself
together"
"After a while, I started to explore my feminine side. I'd buy clothes,
wigs and accessories, online to begin with, but I also attended make up
courses. The fact that I didn't have a job meant that I had plenty of
time to practice and experiment with looks. I'd spend days dressed as a
woman but remaining on my own indoors, working on my posture, my walk, my
expressions, my voice and every other aspect of my appearance that I
could.
"When I felt I'd gone as far as I could without human interaction, I
started to venture out. Firstly just for walks, then to buy simple
things and it all escalated from there. The fact that I could reduce a
newspaper seller to jelly with a look, or could persuade a garage
mechanic to service my car that day, not next week as he'd originally
quoted, told me that I was achieving the results that I'd desired.
"Once I was confident I'd got the basics right, I started to experiment
with different looks. As a small boy, I'd watched this TV drama with a
female character in it, who was manipulating her boss. Every day at
work, she'd appear as a different character, from vamp, to punk, to
naughty schoolgirl, to femme fatale and so on, depending on what she
wanted to get from him. I found this such a turn on at the time. I
revelled in the fact that by changing her own appearance, and reinventing
her character to suit, she could bend him to her will and keep his head
spinning. Now I'm getting to explore just what it's like to be several
different people, how people react and what aspects of my character
emerge that have remained buried inside me until now."
"So how often do you appear 'en femme'?" I enquired.
"It varies, depending on what I need to do and what fun I want to have,
but usually it's one or two days a week. It still takes me a long time
to get ready, and the clothes and make up are expensive. I'm also not
ready to give up being a man, so I've no plans to increase that."
"And what made you reveal this side of yourself to me now, after all this
time?" My questions continued.
"Hmmm, let me see. I've been careful not to let anyone I know, other
than Sophie, find out about this side of me. Quite early on I came to
realise that, as a man, I'm only attracted to women. But as a woman I
find myself attracted to both men and women. A couple of weeks ago you
phoned me one evening for one of our chats. What you didn't realise was
that I was dressed and ready to go out and have some fun. We talked for
about half an hour and it was all I could do to stop myself flirting with
you over the phone, I was getting so hot for you. After that, I wondered
whether revealing this side of me, to you, would harm our friendship.
When we spoke on Thursday, after your PA left, the idea came into my
head. It gave me an opportunity to show you the female me in a much
lower risk environment. If you hated it, I would have just tried to palm
it off as a bit of fun. As it happened, I could tell from your initial
reactions that the opposite was true."
"Really? What were the giveaway signs?" I asked surprised.
"You mean, apart from your tongue hanging down, your eyes popping out and
that bulge appearing in your trousers?" She laughed.
"Oh dear, was I that transparent," I joined her laughing.
Charlie then dropped her first bombshell: "I don't think it's right that
I continue as your PA. It's clear that you're not going to apply
yourself as you need to if I'm around over the next few days. I phoned
the temp agency before I left on Friday and asked them to send a temp
over for next week."
I couldn't hide my disappointment, but I said, "I know you're right, but
I don't think the office will ever be quite the same with you not there."
"I'm not saying never," she said observing my expression, "but I won't
return next week, and from what I've told you, you'll understand that I
can't go back in as an every day arrangement."
After a short silence I changed the subject. "So do you date many guys?"
"You wouldn't expect a girl to give up all of her secrets, would you?"
she demurred. "Especially since this is the first time we've openly gone
out together." As she said this, I could feel the toes on her right foot
easing inside my trouser leg, to begin to caress the skin beneath the
material.
"What I will say to you is that it's important that you and your male
friend Charlie go out a couple of times just to see how what's happened
between us affects that chemistry. All being well then I hope you and I
can continue to enjoy each other's company too. For my part, I'm having
way too much fun discovering this whole new side of life. I'm not going
to stop going out and doing things as a single woman and seeing where the
fun takes me, just because I've met a guy I like."
I felt pangs of jealousy cut through me, but at the same time I knew that
what she was saying was correct. What we'd experienced so far was a
fantasy and to try and turn that into a mutual commitment too quickly
would probably kill it.
"Fair enough," I said. "But while we're being serious, what about safe
sex and the fact that we didn't use a condom at all yesterday?"
"I can reassure you there," she said earnestly. "I would never put my,
or anyone else's, health at risk and I always take precautions. However,
when it came to sex with you, I could practically recite your medical
history. I know that you had a full medical when you came back from
France, where nothing nasty revealed itself. I also know that you live
like a monk and, when you do start seeing a girl, you're very much a one
woman man."
"Let me turn the spotlight around here," she continued. "You were
extremely passionate and turned on with me throughout yesterday. Yet
somehow, when we've talked about your experiences with women in the past,
or when I've observed you with them, you've always struck me as the
opposite. Your sexual energy surprised me."
"That's not fair," my objection was accompanied by a smile and I
continued. "You get to hide behind a woman's right not to say, but you
already know most of my secrets from the discussions and the nights out
we've shared as friends. You're right, whilst I actively pursue women,
for some reason my enthusiasm usually drains away when they indicate that
they're interested. It's almost as if my body decides that it couldn't
possibly want intercourse with a woman who is stupid enough to want to
sleep with me. Yesterday was such a revelation for me in that respect,
I've never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you. Having to deal with
that onrush of desire was an experience I don't think I've felt before."
Charlie laughed at this and tossed her mane of hair back, in a
compellingly seductive way. "So what is it that you liked so much about
me, about our situation" she asked.
"Well aside from the fact that you are jaw droppingly gorgeous," I
started. "I suppose I've always had a thing about sexy cross dressers.
It's something about an individual's ability to transform themselves from
someone who holds no interest for me, sexually, into someone for who I
would walk off the end of the earth for just to see them smile."
"The illusion is a big part of it for me," I continued. "Like you, I'm
turned on when an individual, with skill and imagination, can change
themselves into several different people, unrecognisable from one to the
next. I love those web sites where TGirls don a variety of different
clothing styles and looks - especially if they include uniforms," I added
thinking back to the events of yesterday
"Well in that case, I think I have a treat in store for both of us," she
teased. "Why don't you come shopping with me this afternoon and I'll
display lots of different outfits for you? I can tell that idea appeals
to you," she teased. Her foot was now probing my groin area and there
was no hiding my excitement at this turn in the conversation.
"Besides, I could do with the help of your credit card," she added with a
wink.
The rest of our meal passed off with buzzing small talk and before long
we paid up and moved on.
That afternoon we visited a number of boutique shops that I'd only
previously ever seen the outside of. Charlie would pick out a number of
items from the racks and hangers, disappear into the changing room and
then reappear glamorously attired in mini skirts, crop tops and tight
shorts, designer blouses and full flowing skirts, cocktail dresses and
more. Each time, she'd appear with different poses and acting out
different characters, sometimes pouting seductively and blowing me
kisses, sometimes behaving all cool and model like as she paraded up to
me and then away again, a nonchalant look back over her shoulders before
disappearing back behind the curtain being her only acknowledgement that
I was standing there.
In one shop, they were blasting out the song "I See You Baby, Shaking
That Ass." Charlie needed no further invitation, emerging from behind the
curtain in a knitted dress, shaking her hips and her breasts, leaning
forward to give a hint of cleavage as she did so. I wasn't alone in
watching this display. Aside from the shop assistants who looked on
smiling, there were 2 other men waiting for their partners to emerge from
the changing room. She looked at each of them in turn. One held her
gaze with a big smile on his face. The other immediately looked down,
mortified at being caught staring at forbidden fruit. His mood
apparently exacerbated by the fact that the music had now changed from
Groove Armada to Radiohead's Creep.
"That's the power of Charlie," I thought to myself. "With just a glance,
she could make a man feel like he could carry the world on his shoulders,
or make him feel about one inch high."
Eventually her need to shop was quenched. The last place we were in was
a big department store, where Charlie had been buying lingerie. "Before
we go, I need to visit the ladies room," she said.
I walked over with her to the bathrooms, which were situated away from
the shop floor, hidden beside the fire exits. Charlie went in to the
Ladies and I waited dutifully outside with her bags of shopping. 5
seconds later, she reappeared at the door and pulled me inside. Before I
realised what was happening, I'd been cajoled into a cubicle, followed by
Charlie, who locked the door behind her.
"I was getting so turned on trying on all of those clothes, enjoying all
those admiring glances," she was saying. "That I have to have you, right
here, right now."
As she was saying this, she crouched down in front of me, undoing my
trousers. My penis needed little encouragement to play along, and almost
instantly I was fully extended and gripped by her beautifully manicured
left hand. The sensation I felt as I looked down in time to see those
sensuous, full red lips encircling me, and gently swallowing more of me,
was indescribable. It took all of my self-control to avoid climaxing
there and then.
Charlie proceeded to work me expertly, starting very gently, with the
merest hints of touches as her fingers, lips and tongue explored all of
the sensitive areas around my penis and scrotum. The pace of her loving
increased gradually, as did the pressure that she exerted as she ensured
that the heavenly feeling she was generating gradually carried me towards
ecstasy. I was gritting my teeth now, loving every minute and willing
myself to make it last as long as possible, as Charlie's strokes were now
becoming greedy.
When I felt that I could take not more, I held her head and her hand, and
said: "I really want to finish this off inside of you." With that, I
firmly helped her upright, turned her round to face the cubicle door,
lifted that beautiful dress and drew down her panties.
Hungrily, my penis searched for her opening, as my mouth was kissing her
shoulders, back and neck. The two of us moved together in glorious
unison, as gradually she accepted first the tip, then slowly the head and
ultimately all of my penis inside of her. After a gentle beginning, my
movements became more urgent as I tried to push myself as far inside her
as I possibly could.
Just as Charlie started letting out involuntary moans, we heard someone
else enter the washroom. I slowed my movements dramatically, but could
not bring myself to stop completely as we continued to writhe in and out
together. Charlie's moans subsided to sighs. Whoever was outside was
standing at the row of basins, probably working on their make up, and
they remained there for a few minutes. When at last they started moving
for the door, we heard a chuckle followed by, "You go girl." With that
whoever it was, was gone. Charlie and I burst out laughing as the
tension was released.
"If only they knew what was really happening in here," she whispered.
I have to say that I found that thought such a turn on. Did either of us
really have a right to be in that washroom and what would happen if we
were found out?
Our love making continued for another couple of minutes until I reached a
magnificent orgasm, letting out a low moan that they must have heard on
the shop floor.
Charlie turned around and we enjoyed a long, slow kiss, before sadly
cleaning ourselves up and re-assembling our clothing.
"I'm going to have to use the ladies more often, if this is what goes on
in here," I said as Charlie unbolted the door ready for our exit.
As we walked back through the store, I knew that Charlie and I were about
to go our separate ways. I would put her into a taxi and then make my
way to the office. No doubt I would speak to her male alter ego in the
next couple of days, but how and when, if ever, would I see this goddess
again?
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