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I ONLY WANTED A JOB Chapter 2 - Learning how to be a woman Annie rented a flat in Stoke Newington. It was a nice flat; the upper floor of a converted terrace house. There were two bedrooms, bathroom, and a living-room with a galley kitchen at one end. Snug but sufficient, and Annie had made it into a comfortable home. "You can have this room" Annie said, showing me into the smaller of the two bedrooms. "You will have to excuse the mess; I have been using it as an overflow area for my wardrobe!" And, truth to tell, there were a large number of clothes strewn over the bed and spilling from the cupboard. "You don't seem to have many belongings" said Annie with a grin, "so I'll just clear these things away out of sight and you should have plenty of room for the few days you will be here." Suiting her actions to her words, Annie scooped up an armful of dresses and started hanging them up in the closet. I hastened to help her. In a few minutes we had cleared everything away and I could now see that my room, though small, was nicely furnished and enjoyed a view over a pretty garden at the back of the house. "Mrs Gillespie, who has the ground floor flat, is a dear," Annie told me; "She loves her garden and is always pottering around down there. She is happy for me to use it as and when I like and that is a real bonus as it is easy to get a bit stuck in when you have a life like ours; sleeping most of the day and working at night!" We wandered back into the living room and Annie asked me if I would like a cup of tea. As we sat down with our drinks, Annie looked at me with a serious expression on her face. "I know that at present you don't feel comfortable with the idea of appearing in drag," she started, "but remember just because you drag up, that doesn't make you gay - think of Philip; for him becoming 'Tina' is just a job and a way to finance his studies. Each of us has a different reason for cross-dressing; for me it is because, as a transsexual, women's clothing is what I believe I should be wearing, For others it is because they are naturally cross- dressers; some do it to attract a particular type of man - (you would be surprised how many 'straight' men secretly fancy cross-dressers!); and yet others love to go over the top and perform in outrageous costumes. For you; it is simply because you want to help out Simon and me; for which I thank you." And she leaned over and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. As I still found it hard to comprehend that this beautiful girl was actually a boy, I kissed her softly back. We both pulled back blushing. "Now to business," said Annie quickly. "A week isn't long to get you used to dressing and behaving as a woman. Not only your appearance, but your body language and voice must be feminine if you are going to satisfy the patrons of 'Simone's'. Now, whilst you are not a big man, you are larger than me so my clothes won't fit you. I'm sure Simon will give us an allowance to initially kit you out with what you need as a performer, but in the meantime we are going to need to buy a basic female wardrobe for you to practice in. I can loan you some money if you are a bit short." I hastened to assure her that whilst I had been skint when we first met, the last few weeks working and living free at the club, had enabled me to save most of my wages. "So I have a few hundred quid put by," I told her. "That should be ample," Annie replied, "and now that you will be paid as a performer, your earnings will go up considerably." I hadn't thought of that and the prospect of a significant pay-rise did much to make idea of cross-dressing more palatable. Pausing only to grab her purse, Annie hurried me out of the flat and onto Stoke Newington High Street. "There are a couple of cheap clothing shops just round the corner," she told me. "We should be able to get most of what you need there, but we will have to go to a specialist shop first to buy one or two essential items." She refused to elaborate further and pushed me onto a bus that pulled up where we were waiting. "It is only a short ride," Annie explained and, true to her word, it wasn't long before I found myself standing outside an old fashioned store that had a discrete sign in the window announcing that it 'catered for ladies of all genders'! I would have pulled back, but Annie thrust me through the door and into an emporium that wouldn't have looked out of place 50 or even 70 years ago! A glass-topped counter ran across the middle of the shop. Under the counter I could see trays of gloves, stockings, bras, and panties. On the wall behind shelves were laden with boxes, each bearing a neat, hand-written label announcing what it contained. In a quick glance I read; 'slips - full'; 'slips - half'; 'girdles - short; high-waist; panty'....and so on. Beyond, in the further recesses of the shop I could see racks of women's clothing - dresses, skirts, blouses, and jackets; in both muted and bright colours and patterns. Yet more shelves held wigs in stands; again they came in a variety of styles and shades. I was overwhelmed by the sheer femininity of the place. An elderly woman stood behind the counter. "Hallo Annie," she greeted us with a smile. "I haven't seen you in a long time. Surely you don't need to shop here any more; I would have expected you to be patronising exclusive couture houses by now!" "If only," replied Annie with a laugh. "But you are right, I am not shopping for myself but for my friend here," - indicating me. "Oh hallo dear," the lady said, addressing me. "And how can we help you today?" Sensing my embarrassment, Annie hastened to explain. ".........and so you see, if he is to replace Fiona as our pianist, 'Victor' has to become 'Victoria' very quickly. I was sure you could fit him up with breast forms, gaffs, a corset, and a wig." Of course," said the lady - who Annie introduced to me as Doreen - "no trouble at all; now strip off young lady," - addressing me - and let us see what sizes you are going to need." Doreen showed me into a curtained changing cubicle and told me to take all my clothes off. "Then slip these on for decencies sake!" she said, handing me a pair of plain, black, cotton knickers. Somewhat shamefacedly I did as she asked and, in a couple of minutes stood before her and Annie squirming internally with embarrassment. Doreen however, was entirely matter of fact. Putting on a pair of spectacles, she wrapped a short corset round my waist and tugged it into place. "A woman's waistline is higher up the torso than a man's," she explained as she fastened the front busk and started tightening the laces at the back. She tightened, adjusted, and pulled again until I could hardly breathe and she declared herself satisfied. "Breathe shallowly," Annie advised, "You will soon get used to wearing a corset and it will improve both your shape and your posture." She was right; already I found myself standing more erect. Doreen looked critically at my chest and took out a tape measure. "I think Victoria will need a 38C bra," she finally announced and proceeded to slip my arms through the straps of just such a garment. As she fastened the clips at the back of the bra, I could feel my shoulders pull back. "Yes that is about right," Doreen mussed, before slipped a breast form into each cup. "These are silicon," she explained "and of the highest quality. The edges feather away to a paper-thinness,," she went on "so that with a bit of makeup no-one need suspect that they are not your own. You will need this adhesive to hold them in place and you should remove them at least once a week to allow your skin to recover. Use this solvent to take them off." Looking at myself in a nearby mirror, I was shocked to see that I now had a curvy, feminine figure. My masculine head and hairy legs looked a bit incongruous, but already I could visualise how, with wig, makeup, and hair remover I would start to look like all the other 'girls' at the club. In fact wig selection was next on the agenda and I stood there like a dummy whilst Doreen and Annie tried wig after wig on my head. I was blonde, brunette, red; short, long; straight, curly - just about every combination you could imagine! Eventually they settled on a reddish one with blonde highlights. Quite long - it fell to my below my shoulders - it was attractively waved and, as Doreen explained, I could either wear it down or, with a hairpiece, have it arrange in a sophisticated 'up' style. By now my head was reeling. "Is there anything else we can get for you?" Doreen enquired of Annie. For all the attention they paid to me, I could have been a mannequin! "Only a few gaffs," Annie said, "we can get everything else we need from the High Street. Your clothes are lovely, but they are a bit pricey for Victoria to practice in." "I understand dear," replied Doreen, "perhaps when she knows the sort of clothes that suit her, we may expect to see Victoria here again." Annie nodded in agreement. The gaffs turned out to be brief, flesh-coloured, elastic thongs that Annie explained would hold my man-parts under control so that I presented a smooth feminine front to the world. When Doreen totted up the bill, I was shocked at how expensive these few items were, but paid up without demure. Back on a bus carrying a number of packages, I was grateful that Doreen used plain bags as I would have been heartily embarrassed to be seen with an armful of ladies garment labels! We took the bus back to Stoke Newington and Annie led me into 'New Look'. This store retails inexpensive, fashion items and Annie assured me that we should be able to get everything we needed here. Having taken my measurements, Doreen had written down the sizes of the clothes that would fit me. This was very fortunate as it suddenly occurred to me that without this list, Annie would probably have had me trying on different garments in the store! It took us about half and hour to find everything Annie thought I would need, by which time our basket was full with a dress; two skirts; two blouses; three pairs of knickers; two bra's; a packet of tights; a pair of low-heeled shoes and a pair with higher heels. "You are going to have to learn to be comfortable walking and playing the piano in seriously high heels," Annie warned me. My savings took another hit! By now were both laden with bags as we staggered back towards Annie's flat. "Just a minute," Annie called out as we were passing Boots the chemists. "You are going to need to get rid of all your body hair, so we had better buy a few bottles of Nair." This remark reminded me that, in my state of shock following my agreement to become a cross-dressed performer at the club, I had forgotten to collect my things from my room and hence I had no shaving kit etc. Annie went off to find the hair remover, whilst I purchased a new razor, packet of blades and a can of shaving gel. I also picked up a new toothbrush. As we were heading for the pay desk, Annie stopped at the No 7 counter. (No 7 is Boots 'own brand' cosmetics.) "Whilst we are here we may as well get you a basic makeup kit," she announced. Now this was seriously embarrassing as she proceeded to ask the sales assistant for her help in deciding what products would best suit my colouring. To her credit the assistant was total unfazed to be asked to offer advice on makeup for a man, and I was soon distracted by her trying various combinations of foundation, eye-shadow, and lipstick on the back of my hand. Annie explained that I would be performing under stage lighting and that strong shades would be needed. She also pulled my new red-blonde wig out of its bag and, suddenly, I found myself sitting, in full view of other shoppers, wearing a wig and having make-up smeared over my face. I could have died of shame and was only grateful that I didn't know anyone in Stoke Newington who might see me! Finally my ordeal was over and yet another bag of makeup products was added to my load. The sales assistant did, kindly, clean the makeup off my face, so I was spared the humiliation of walking down the High Street in male clothes but with a female face! Back in the flat I collapsed with nervous exhaustion. "You did well," Annie praised me. "To be honest I was half expecting you to bottle out and change your mind about helping Simon and me out. I was particularly proud of you when you allowed us to try out your makeup in public." "I was terrified," I confessed, "but by the time we got to Boots, I was pretty much numb! Anyway, I am going to have to get used to being seen as a man in drag. I said I would help you out of this jam and I don't go back on my word, even if, at the moment, I am uncertain how I will cope." Annie poured us both a glass of wine and we sat quietly whilst I calmed down and recovered my composure. Eventually, somewhat diffidently, Annie enquired; "Are you up to trying on your new clothes now? Only we don't have that much time to get you ready and the sooner you can start practicing being female, the better." "OK," I responded. "I know this has to happen and now is as good a time as any." Annie handed me a bottle of hair remover and my new shaving kit and suggested I go into the bathroom; apply the cream; wait until it takes effect; and then shower. "Put a pair of these on," she added, handing me a pair of my new knickers "and I'll come and help you shave off any hair you miss with the cream." I did as she asked and stood in the bathroom, covered in hair remover, until a strong burning sensation told me the time had come to shower it off. It was a shock to see the hair falling away from my chest and legs into the drain, and an even greater surprise to feel how nice it felt to pat dry my now hairless body. I slipped my knickers up my legs and, some diffidently, called out to Annie that I was ready for her inspection. Overall Annie was pleased with my efforts, but she did find a few areas on my back that I had failed to reach and a second application of hair remover was applied. By now I was immune to embarrassment, so did not demure when Annie pulled down my knickers and, donning a pair of rubber gloves, proceeded to apply cream to the more intimate parts of my body. This time, after showering, I really was free of hair below the neck. Even my pubic hair was gone! Annie than applied another cream which she explained would neutralise the remover and sooth any irritation to my skin. This cream had a pleasant floral scent I found myself starting to get into a more feminine frame of mind. As I was now accustomed to Annie seeing me naked, I made no objection as she helped me put on one of my gaffs. She explained how I should ease my testicles back inside my body and tuck my penis back between my legs. "You will find it a bit uncomfortable at first," she explained, "but that will soon pass; I wear a gaff all the time," and, pulling up her skirt she proceeded to show me. "There is no point in having any false modesty between us," she said. "For the next few days I suggest we consider ourselves to be 'sisters' and not worry about being naked with the other. Once securely 'tucked' I put my knickers back on and fastened the busk on my corset before Annie started tightening the laces. She pulled them in even more than Doreen had and by the time she declared herself satisfied - "for the present!" - I could only breathe from the top of my lungs. Next Annie positioned the breast forms on my chest and had me hold them in place whilst the adhesive set. The application of a little foundation around the feathered edges of the forms resulted in them blending seamlessly with my skin. When I took my hands away, my new breasts were surprisingly heavy and I was grateful for the support afforded by one of my new bras. Annie had me practice taking off and putting on the bra until I had mastered fastening it behind me and positioning my breasts correctly in the cups. Tights were next on the agenda and Annie showed me how to roll them into a doughnut shape and ease them up my legs without laddering them. I did ruin a couple of pairs whilst practicing, but eventually got the hang of it and had to confess that the sensation of nylon over smooth, hairless legs was really very pleasant! Once I was securely fastened into my foundation garments, Annie set about my makeup. Sitting me down in front of a mirror, she sternly told me to pay attention to what she was about to show me as, in a couple of days, she would expect me to be able to do it myself. She then proceeded to apply foundation; powder; eye-shadow; eye-liner; mascara; false eye-lashes; blusher and lipstick. Annie was very good; she explained how she was applying each product and I paid careful attention to what she was telling me, as I knew, only too well, that in one week's time I would be putting on my own makeup before appearing in front of a paying audience! Once my makeup was finished and my wig pinned securely to my own hair, I was amazed at just how feminine an image I presented in the mirror. Annie was clearly pleased as well as she was smiling broadly as she invited me to stand and slip into my new dress. It was a very pretty dress; knee-length, with a full skirt; little capped sleeves; a sweetheart neckline; and in a pink, white, and blue floral print. Once my feet were shod in a pair of, low-heeled, blue pumps; I stood - somewhat unsteadily - and looked, with amazement at the feminine reflection I presented in the mirror. "I would never, in a million years, have thought you could effect such a transformation," I gasped. Annie smiled; "It isn't that difficult when you know how," she remarked with a grin. "Remember, I have been practicing making myself look like a girl since I was about 7 or 8 years old!. With that amount of practice I ought to know how to feminise a man!" I wasn't sure that I was comfortable with what she had achieved - I was much too feminine in my opinion; it shouldn't be this easy! - but I had to admit that if I was going to appear in drag, in public; then Annie had demonstrated that I could certainly get away with the impersonation. The next few hours were extremely demanding as Annie made me practice all sorts of feminine movements and postures. I stood; sat; walked; simpered; learned how to smooth my skirts under me when sitting;.........and 101 other feminine tricks and presentations. Eventually Annie declared herself satisfied as to my progress on this, my first, day. She suggested I pour us both a drink; and then criticised me for not dipping appropriately as I served her her drink! It had been a tiring day! All too soon it was time for the two of us to set off for the Club. Annie helped me clean off my makeup and get out of my female clothes. Quickly climbing back into male garb I hurried with Annie out of the flat. "I normally catch a bus into town to save money," Annie explained, "but tonight as we are running so late we had better grab a taxi." This we did and before to long we were hurrying up the stairs into 'Simone's'. Simone was waiting for us in her office. "Thank goodness you are her," she said; "I was starting to worry whether you were going to make it for the first show!" Annie scurried off to the dressing room to get changed, whilst Simone showed me what (s)he had found for me to wear. It was basically a "white tie," evening suit, but with a pink spangled jacket and matching bow tie. "This should keep the punters happy until you are ready to go fully 'en femme'," Simone explained. "I know it's a bit 'gay' but remember you are just performing. What you wear doesn't define who you are." I quickly changed and Simone applied a small amount of stage makeup so that I wouldn't look pasty under the lights. Then it was 'show time'! My first full evening as a performer went well. The audience didn't seem too upset to have a 'camp' pianist playing for them, rather than the drag artiste they had been expecting, and, as I got into the swing of things, I started playing to the audience, using slightly exaggerated hand gestures and smiling a lot. At least that is what I did during my solo spot. Naturally when I was accompanying Annie, I adopted a discrete, low-profile style of playing so as not to draw attention away from her. By the time the second show was finished I was exhilarated and exhausted in equal measure. Everyone was very kind towards me and I was showered with compliments and thanks for stepping into the breach. Even the kitchen and waiting staff had made sure they caught one of my turns. 'Tina' assured me that dressing wasn't as bad as I might be thinking and, that after my 'camp' performance, (s)he was sure I would have no trouble working in drag. Annie and I took another taxi back to the flat, in preference to the night-bus, as we were both emotionally drained. We just had the energy to say "good night," before we each retired to our respective bedrooms. I smiled to see that Annie had laid out a silky nightdress on my bed. She had obviously purchased it today when I hadn't been looking. Slipping it over my head, I found the soft, silkiness very pleasing as it slid over my hairless body. I slept soundly and would probably have continued in that state had not Annie woken me at 10am with a mug of tea, "Up you get lazy bones," she demanded, pulling the bedclothes off me. Grumbling I arose and shuffled off to the bathroom. "Remember to sit to pee," Annie called after me. Hiking up the skirts of my nightdress I did as she instructed............and wiped myself dry with a piece of toilet paper afterwards! I showered; gave my face a close shave and checked the rest of my body for hair re- growth. Fortunately there wasn't any. My silicon boobs were still firmly attached to my chest and I could vaguely recall them getting in the way as I tried to turn over in bed. I managed to put on a clean bra by doing it up in front and sliding it round until I could support my breasts in the cups. Until I experienced it for myself, I had never realised what an important article of clothing a bra is for a woman; breasts are heavy and need supporting, otherwise backache swiftly ensues! I also managed to get my 'bits' tucked safely inside a clean gaff before slipping into a robe I found Annie had hung on the back of my door and joining her downstairs in the kitchen. "You made a really good start as a 'woman' yesterday," she praised me. "Today I thought we would start you on a higher pair of heels and a tighter skirt. Once you have mastered those I think we will walk to the shops. You are going to need to become comfortable being seen and taken for a woman." This last induced a severe panic attack. "But what if I am spotted as a man in a skirt?" I queried. There are some tough guys in this neighbourhood and I don't want to get into a fight." "You will be fine," Annie reassured me. "For a start, you look very realistic as a woman and to the casual glance I doubt anyone will read you. It is incorrect body posture and movement that gives most cross- dressers away, and we are going to work on that this morning. You are fortunate that you have a slight physique and narrow shoulders for a man; if you hold your arms in the right way and sway your hips a little, everyone will take you for what you purport to be; namely a woman!" And so we started. Annie insisted that I put on my own makeup.........although she stood by to advise and assist when absolutely necessary. She also showed me how to brush out and dress my wig. The style of my wig was such that the join with my own hairline was concealed by a little fringe that hung attractively over my forehead. I learned the art of applying nail varnish to my fingernails..... ("We will leave painting your toes for a more 'advanced' lesson", Annie announced ominously.) Then it was into a pair of sheer pantyhose; a ruffled cream blouse and a struggle to get into a very tight-fitting, navy-blue, pencil-skirt. The final instrument of torture was a pair of navy, 4-inch heeled pumps. I could hardly stand, let alone walk! But Annie was very patient and, eventually, I did master the knack of taking small steps, placing one foot in front of the other and letting my hips sway slightly to give me a sense of rhythm as I moved. When she was happy that I was walking properly and had become used to my constricting clothing, Annie announced it was time for our outing. She handed me a navy handbag and told me to transfer my phone, money, credit cards, etc to it. She then added a few items of makeup, a folding hairbrush; a lace handkerchief; and, to my acute embarrassment, a packet of condoms and a couple of tampons. "Are these really necessary?" I enquired. "I am hardly likely to let someone riffle through my handbag!" "It is all part of getting you into a female mindset," Annie reposted. I knew this was a step I needed to take, but 'knowledge' didn't make my first step through the front door any easier. The noise of my heels tapping on the pavement sounded most strange in my ears. I had always liked the sound when escorting a pretty young woman; I never expected that one day I would be the one causing the noise! Annie suggested we head down to the shops. "Go into M&S and buy yourself a couple of packets of tights," she instructed. "You have already ripped a few pairs, so are going to need to replace them, and tights are a relatively innocuous 'first purchase'. I doubt you will even have to speak when you pay for them. But if you do; remember; keep your voice gentle and soft. It is the overall tone in which you speak and the language you use that will convince people that you are truly a woman". I did as I was told and, indeed, the purchase went without a hitch. I felt an excessive pride in my little achievement! We continued practicing my feminine skills for another few hours until it was time to set off for the club. This time we went by bus and, perversely, Annie insisted that I travel en-femme although she knew full well that once at the club I would have to change back into male mode. I wasn't yet ready to perform as a woman. My second night as a performer went, if anything, even better than my first. I was more relaxed and let myself go in my solo piano spot. I even slipped in one of my own compositions which seemed to be well received. And so the next few days continued in a similar vein. Mornings and afternoons in Stoke Newington practicing feminine movements; speaking; and trying different styles of clothing and makeup. By midweek, I was spending the late afternoon/early evening at the club, where I would try playing the piano in skirt and heels. Towards the end of the week Simone gave me some instruction as how best to make an entrance and exit from the stage. Although I had performed, as a man, in a jazz band at University, I discovered that there was a world of difference between 'going-on-stage 'and 'making an entrance'. As a solo performer, the latter was de rigour! Whilst I had been working as the club's caretaker, I had sorted out and properly stored surplus costumes from previous shows. At Simone's suggestion I went through these and selected half a dozen evening dresses for my own use. These ranged in style from simple, knee-length cocktail dresses; through flouncy skirts that required layers of petticoat; to slinky floor-length gowns. I also managed to find pairs of matching heels in my size. (It just goes to demonstrate the value of keeping spare clothes neat, tidy, and accessible!) Finally the night came when both Simone and Annie declared that I was ready to perform en-femme. Annie helped me get dressed and finished off putting on my makeup - my hands were shaking too much. "You will be fine," she told me severely. "You know the music backwards and have practiced playing in heels, so there is nothing to worry about!" Easy for her to say; harder for me to believe! But there I was; standing behind the stage curtain waiting for my entrance. I heard Simone's voice, front of tabs, talking to the audience; "And tonight I am very pleased to introduce you to our wonderful new pianist. I give you the fabulous.......Victoria." The curtains parted and I was on!!!