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GOTH GIRL For any of you thinking of spending time on Teesside, I have to tell you that after three months there I had more than exhausted the charms of Billingham! Teesside is an area in the North East of England which is dominated by chemical plants and associated industries. A number of smallish towns have effectively merged into one large conurbation. I work for a company that designs and installs computer control mechanisms for complex and potentially dangerous processes. We had recently won the contract for a new chemical production line in Billingham; hence my presence there on an extended basis. Just to provide a bit of background about myself: my name is Tom Wakefield, I am twenty-nine years old and have recently been promoted to the role of Senior Project Engineer within my company. This Billingham job is my first 'solo' project and, naturally, I am keen to make a success of it. I have therefore devoted all my time to the project and haven't gone back home for the last three months. In fact I haven't really taken any time off at all and am feeling tired and in need a bit of a break if I am to avoid loosing my edge and concentration. My company is based in Reading and 'home' is a small village a few miles away in the Berkshire countryside. The August bank-holiday weekend was approaching and I decided to spend it exploring a bit of the North East. I considered going back to Berkshire, but came to the conclusion that the effort of driving South and then back North again would nullify any benefits of taking time off. As I have already indicated the area immediately surrounding where I am working is heavily industrialised. However, just a few miles south lie the North York Moors, an area reputed to be extremely beautiful. I therefore decided to go there and, after a bit of research, settled on Whitby as the place to stay. Whitby is an old fishing port with a history that dates back many centuries. It was the site of an important Abbey in medieval times, the ruins of which loom over the town. (It is also famous for being the place where Count Dracula entered into England in Bram Stoker's celebrated, gothic novel.) It may have been a bit foolish of me not to book accommodation in advance, particularly as it was a bank-holiday weekend, but I didn't know Whitby and decided I would wait until I got there before finding a hotel as I wanted to stay somewhere nice with an ocean view. I convinced myself that I wouldn't have difficulty finding a single room for a couple of nights. I also decided that I wouldn't drive to Whitby, but take the train that runs there from Middlesbrough. This rural line doesn't hug the coast, but first turns inland before traversing the North York Moors and the Esk Valley to terminate in Whitby. Accordingly, on the Saturday morning I got a taxi to Middlesbrough station and caught an early train. I wasn't disappointed; once out of the industrial belt, the scenery was stunning. There were few travellers on my particular train and I had a 4-seat table all to myself; it was a very comfortable and civilised way to travel. All this changed when the train pulled into Grosmont station. At Grosmont the Middlesbrough/Whitby line is joined by one owned by the North York Moors Heritage Railway. It was fascinating to see an old steam engine puffing away on an adjacent platform. However, it soon became clear that the steam train had brought a large number of passengers to Grosmont, many of whom were determined to board my train. A very eccentrically dressed group of people started to fill up my carriage. There must have been about twenty of them; men and women, young and old. The common denominator amongst them was that they all wore at least one garment that was made of a particularly vibrant red tartan! Some of the men wore kilts, one had a 'Sherlock Holmes' cape and deerstalker cap in tartan, others wore Viking helmets with tartan waistcoats, and so on. And that was just the men! The women were equally flamboyant. A particularly striking young woman took the seat next to mine, whilst two others of their party sat opposite. My neighbour was definitely worth a second glance. I guessed she was about the same age as me. She had dark chestnut hair piled up in an elaborate hairdo with a bun on top and ringlets falling down to her shoulders. Her version of the tartan theme comprised a short dress, falling to mid-thigh, with an elaborate bustle to the rear. It was long sleeved and quite low cut, revealing a delicious glimpse of milky-white cleavage! Over the dress she was wearing a black, waist-cinch corset and her ensemble was completed by fishnet tights and heavy, biker-style boots. She was carrying a clarinet case and had stuffed a large suitcase into the space reserved for luggage. In fact all members of her party seemed to be carrying musical instruments. One, indeed, was struggling to find somewhere to put his enormous sousaphone! My expression must have conveyed my astonishment at the remarkable group of fellow travellers because my neighbour turned to me with a smile on her face and said, "Don't be alarmed. We don't bite you know!" She then went on to explain that they were all members of a band from Sheffield who were on their way to Whitby to take part in the 'Gothic Weekend' that was held there every year at about this time. "The town will be crowded with Goths from all over the country," she explained. "Some even fly in from Europe just to take part. This weekend is a highlight of our annual calendar." She was an easy person to talk to and we were soon deep in conversation. Her name was Alice and she had been a member of the band since her teens. "We travel all over the country," she told me. "As we all have jobs not everyone can make all the gigs but most try and be free for this particular weekend, so what you are seeing is pretty much the whole band." I told Alice that I hadn't been aware that Whitby was going to be full of Goths for the weekend. "I had been planning to explore the ruins of the Abbey and maybe spend some time on the beach," I told her with a laugh. "I guess I will have to revise my thinking now! Also I am going to look like a fish out of water if everyone is going to be a spectacularly dressed as you and your friends are." (I was wearing a beige linen suit, white shirt, and cricket club tie; highly appropriate attire for my part of Berkshire but maybe less suitable for a Goth weekend in Whitby!) "Yes you are going to stick out like a sore thumb," giggled Alice. "Usually it is we Goths who get stared at, but this time the boot is very much on the other foot." And to emphasise her point she lift one shapely leg for me to admire her black leather, steel-buckled footwear. I very much enjoyed the view! "Where are you staying?" Alice enquired. "Only we are playing the Pavilion tomorrow night and maybe you might like to come and hear us." "I would love to," I responded, "but, in answer to your question, I don't have anywhere booked." Alice looked grave. "You might have difficulty finding accommodation," she warned me. "People book up for this weekend months in advance." This was an unexpected blow and my face fell. "Don't worry," said Alice, "just come along with us to our hotel and, if they can't find you a room, I'm sure one of the lads wouldn't mind sharing." This was a kind suggestion and, although I had known Alice for less than an hour, I had no hesitation in accepting. It can't take much over half an hour for the train to get from Grosmont to Whitby, but by the time we pulled into the station I felt I had known Alice for a lot longer. Granted she was a very pretty woman and easy on the eye; but it was her warm, bubbly personality and enthusiasm for life that I personally found so appealing; I decided I would very much like to spend some of the weekend in her company. As we all got off the train I was amazed to see that there were at least three other bands travelling with us. "Oh yes," Alice explained, "there is a lot of competition for slots in the Whitby Goth Festival programme. We consider ourselves very lucky in that we have played here at each of the last three festivals and this year we have managed to get a booking for the main concert on Sunday night." This achievement was clearly of some importance to Alice and so I made all the appropriate noises of admiration. It wasn't far to walk to the hotel where the band was staying - which was just as well given the large number of musical instruments they were carrying, together with all their personal luggage. Naturally I offered to take Alice's suitcase and was staggered at how heavy it was. Alice laughed. "I always travel with a variety of costumes and changes of clothing," she explained, "on these open air gigs there is always the risk of rain and we have been soaked in the past. Now I travel prepared!" Although, as I say, it wasn't far to walk to the hotel, I found myself a sight of unexpected ridicule for the Goths who thronged the streets. Cries of "Who's a pretty boy then" and "Get back down south you over- dressed poofter" followed me down the road. This was something I had never experienced before and I have to confess to finding it somewhat intimidating. Alice tried her best to reassure me. "They don't mean anything by their jeering," she said. "It is just that after years of being looked down on by 'normal' people, it is a bit of fun to get their own back. It just happens that you are an obvious target!" I was still very glad when we reached the hotel and I could duck indoors out of the reach of the taunter's tongues. It was with some trepidation that I enquired at the hotel reception whether they had a room for me. After much shaking of heads, sucking of teeth, and close examination of the register, they eventually said they could squeeze me in, but that the only room available was a very small single. Well 'very small' was an understatement; it was little better than a cupboard and I would have to use a communal bathroom down the hall. Still it was a bed and I counted myself lucky to have found a room at all. "You only have to sleep there," Alice giggled when she saw how small it was. "Don't worry about the communal bathroom; my room is just along the corridor and I have an 'en-suite' which you are welcome to share." Well, whilst I wasn't used to ladies of casual acquaintance offering me the use of their bathrooms, this was definitely an opportunity to be seized with both hands, so I graciously accepted. Dumping my small case in my box-room, I helped Alice carry her case into her much larger bedroom which commanded a lovely view over the harbour with the ruins of St Mary's Abbey standing proudly on the cliff in the background. Not that Alice allowed me much time to enjoy the view. "I have been thinking how we might get you to blend in better with the crowd here in Whitby this weekend. If you wander around dressed as you are, you are bound to come in for a lot of stick. You saw what it was like just walking here from the station. Imagine what a whole weekend of that will be like!" She had a point. If I couldn't come up with a way to avoid hassle from the Goths, I might as well call it a day, cancel the weekend, and catch the next train back to Middlesbrough for yet another boring weekend in Billingham. "What can you suggest?" I enquired hopefully. "You did mention that one of the blokes in the band might have been prepared to let me share his room if I hadn't been able to get one of my own; maybe I could borrow some kit from one of them." "I'm not sure," mused Alice with a frown. "You are quite short and slightly built. As you may have noticed, most of men in the band are quite burly if they are similar in height to you or very tall if they match your build. I can't think of any guy in the band whose clothes would come close to fitting you. On the other hand" ....and here her eyes took on a devilish sparkle..... "you are I are quite close in size. OK so I have a few curves that you lack but I'm sure you could fit into some of my things." "But I don't want to walk around in a dress," I reposted, "I'm not a drag queen!" "That's not what I had in mind," said Alice. "I've got a pair of jeans and a shirt in my case that might do the trick. They aren't particularly feminine in cut, and at worst you would only look a bit androgynous. You certainly wouldn't look out of place wearing them here this weekend; quite a few of the male Goths adopt a flamboyant, lacy style of dress." Somewhat reluctantly I agreed to give her idea a try. "Strip down to your underpants whilst I dig out the things I have in mind," Alice commanded. I did as she requested. I am no prude and have had my fair share of success with women, but I usually knew them for rather longer than I had known Alice before taking my clothes off in their presence! Still, 'in for a penny, in for a pound' I thought, and before long I was standing before her clad only in my boxer shorts. Alice frowned. "Those pants won't do," she said. "The jeans are slim-cut and boxer shorts will bunch up and be most uncomfortable. There is nothing for it, you will have to wear a pair of my control pants." So saying, she turned to the case and pulled out a pair of flesh-coloured, high-waisted, long-legged elastic knickers. Alice laughed. "Now you are about to learn a very feminine secret. Sometimes we girls have to resort to using aids in order to squeeze into some of our outfits!" I retired to the bathroom and took off my boxer shorts. It was quite a struggle to get into the control knickers and I found I had to squeeze my balls and penis back and under in order to feel in any way comfortable. Returning to the bedroom, Alice gave me a critical once- over and declared that she thought her outer garments would now fit me. "Put these on first," she said, handing me a pair of opaque black nylon knee-high socks. "The cut of the jeans is such that you would never be able to roll the legs up far enough to get them on afterwards." It was clear that I was destined to be totally clad in Alice's clothing, so I did as she asked. With the socks in place we turned to the jeans. They were very slim-cut, but with a bit of a struggle I managed to get them on. They were slightly stretchy, so whilst I wasn't built like Alice around the hips and rear, they didn't sag too much. They proved to be a good fit round the waist and once I had pulled up the zip I presented a smooth front to the world! The jeans had originally been black but Alice had distressed them with bleach and slashed them with a knife at the knee and thigh. Next Alice handed me a shirt. It was purple, quite loosely cut, with ruffles down the front and lace-trimmed, bell-sleeves that flopped over my hands. Naturally it buttoned on the ladies side. However once I had it on, I had to admit that I didn't look too girlish - (I hope!) I had already seen men in town wearing equally outlandish gear. "I think you had better borrow the shoes I am wearing," said Alice, handing me her biker-style boots. "I have a pair of Victorian-style ankle boots in my case that will go well with what I am wearing." I slipped my feet into her still warm boots and found they fitted me really rather well. I would have no difficulty in walking around Whitby in these. "You are looking good," said Alice admiringly. "We just need to do something about your face and hair and then you will be ready to face the world with confidence!" She proceeded to rub wax into my hair and pull it into place until I had a spiky hairdo. "It would look better if your hair was dyed green or yellow," Alice mussed, "but we don't have time for that, so this will have to do." I was mightily relieved! A clip on stud earring on my left lobe and a magnetic nose-piercing in my nostril completed my gothic look. (I hadn't encountered magnetic jewellery that avoided the need for piercing before and was surprised at the difference these two items made to my appearance.) "A few last touches," said Alice, and, taking my hands, proceeded to paint my nails with a purple varnish. Then she took some very deep purple eye-shadow and kohl which she smeared round my eyes making appear to sink deep into their sockets. "There," she cried with delight as I stood in front of the mirror, "a typical Goth male - or at least one of the androgynous varieties!" She was right, I could hardly recognise myself; the transformation she had achieved was really quite remarkable. I didn't look particularly butch, but I didn't look like a girl either; somewhere in-between seemed to be the overall effect. One thing was certain; my own mother would walk past me in the street and never recognise me as her son! This sense of anonymity helped steady my nerves. All the time Alice had been transforming me, I had been worried about what she would expect me to do next. I now realised that I could safely venture forth onto the streets of Whitby confident of mingling with the rest of the Goth crowd. And that is exactly what we did. Alice threw me a waistcoat in the band's bright red tartan and told me to put it on. "It's getting close to the time for our first performance slot at the bandstand," she said. "You can come and help out by taking a plate round the crowd to help offset our expenses." As we walked towards the bandstand my confidence grew with every step. The only glances I got were admiring ones from some of the Goth girls - and a few from some of the men as well! I had already met a few of the band members on the train and Alice quickly introduced me to the rest. They were very welcoming of Alice's new friend and one of the girls was quick to give me her collecting box. "Now I can join the tambourine line-up," she said with glee. "I'm fed up of always missing out on playing and having to take the box round. Thanks for helping out." And with that she grabbed her instrument and took her place on the bandstand. There were three of us whose job it was to work the crowd. The other two were attractive young women and I guess they had been chosen for their ability to charm money out of men of a certain age! "We give the band time to warm up the crowd," one said, "a couple of numbers is usually enough, and then we walk gently through the crowd shaking our boxes. We generally don't have to be too persuasive," she finished with a broad grin. The band was extremely good. Their style of music tended to the slow and hypnotically rhythmic but gave plenty of opportunities for section and solo spots. Alice was one of three woodwind players; most of the other instruments were either brass or percussion - of which there was an amazing variety. I would never have imagined that there were so many ways to beat out a rhythm. Suddenly one of the girls nudged me. "Time to start collecting," she whispered. "You start over there on the right, Beryl can take the left and I'll work the centre." Somewhat nervously I set off shaking my collection box which had been primed with a few coins already. Surprisingly money flew in thick and fast; not large sums but a steady flow of coins. At first nobody spoke to me but then one man said, as he threw his coins into my box, "There you go love, I hope all you girls are going to be out on the town tonight, I wouldn't mind meeting up with you later." He had mistaken me for a girl! I didn't know whether to put him right or leave well enough alone. Of course I quickly decided to say nothing and, giving him a warm smile and what I hoped was an arch look, I swiftly moved on. So in fact I did look more girlish than I had thought. He had taken me to be a girl who favoured a punkish look. Was I appalled or flattered? A bit of both I guess. As I worked the crowd, one or two others also addressed me as a female, but then some addressed me as a man. Clearly my androgynous appearance was sufficiently ambiguous to be confusing. By the time the band had finished its set and the bandstand was taken over by another group, the three of us had collected quite a decent sum of money. The other two loved the fact that I had been mistaken for another girl and, giggling, rushed over to tell Alice. She too joined in the laughter. It was all good humoured and I didn't feel offended. "Maybe we should try to make you look even more feminine," she smiled, "just to see how many people we could fool." "I'm not sure about that," I replied swiftly. "It has been amusing up to now, but I wouldn't want to put myself at risk of being found out by some drunken bloke like the one who tried to get off with me just now. Things could turn very nasty if they made advances and then found out I wasn't a girl after all." "Well we'll see," said Alice enigmatically - with a definite gleam in her eye! By now it was about 5pm and the band had finished its allocated sets for the day. "Tomorrow night we will be playing at the evening concert," Alice announced, "but we get tonight off. Let's go back to the hotel and sort out how best to spend the evening." We headed back to the hotel and were soon ensconced in Alice's room. "You really ought to let me have a go at trying to make you look really like a woman," mused Alice thoughtfully. "Even dressed as you are you look really quite feminine and I can see why some people mistook you for a girl this afternoon. It would be fun trying to fool everyone as to your true gender. What do you say?" I protested, once again, that I didn't think it a good idea, but in my heart I knew I had no choice; Alice is just one of those people who always gets their own way in the end. We argued for about 5 minutes before I gave in to the inevitable. "But you promise that if I'm not convinced at the end of your ministrations, I have the final say as to whether I go out as a girl or not?" I insisted. Alice grinned. "I'm happy to give you a veto," she said, "I just know that when I am done with you nobody, not even your Mum, would be able to recognise you." Alice sent me to collect my razor and told me to shave and shower in her bathroom. "A really close shave remember," she said, "and don't forget to do your legs and arms as well. It is fortunate you don't have a lot of body hair." I did as she instructed whilst Alice vanished on some mission of her own. It took me quite a while to divest myself of hair. I hadn't realised just how difficult it is to shave the back of your own legs! Anyway I managed it and fortunately avoided cutting myself. I then showered and cheekily helped myself to some of Alice's floral scented gels, creams and powders. I emerged from the bathroom smelling sweetly, only to find Alice still hadn't returned. I put on a clean pair of control knickers Alice had left out for me and carefully tucked my 'parts' away. I found this much easier to do the second time. Alice arrived back shortly after I had sorted myself out and, after a careful inspection, praised me on how well I had got rid of the hair. "Much nicer," she complimented me, "your legs will look so great in sheer hose now. Anyway, look what I found on my way back up to the room," she continued excitedly, proffering an armful of hotel flannels. "The housekeeping cupboard for this floor was open so I took these." Seeing my puzzled frown, she continued, "They will pad out your hips, bum and boobs silly; you want to have a few curves, don't you?" Well I wasn't sure that I did but, if I seemed doomed to spend the evening en-femme it made sense for me to appear as realistic a woman as possible, so yes, curves were a good idea. Alice proceeded to slide a number of flannels down the back and sides of my knickers. By now I had lost any sense of modesty and made no comment as I tried to help her. The flannels were cheap and small; not much use for washing but ideal for padding out knickers and, before long, I sported a nicely rounded posterior and a little curve to my hips and upper thigh. Next was the bra. Of course I hadn't needed to wear one during our afternoon outing when I was posing as a flamboyantly dressed male. Tonight, however, a bra was essential. Alice dug a black, lacy one out of her case. "This ought to fit you," she said thoughtfully, "it is an old one and has stretched a bit." I slid my arms through the straps and turned whilst Alice fastened the hooks and eyes. More rolled up flannels provided padding and, as a final touch, Alice tugged my own chest flesh up in a way that gave the impression of cleavage. "There, with a bit of makeup to give some shadow in your cleavage you have a very respectable rack!" she announced. I blushed with embarrassment. If anyone had told me when I set out this morning that by evening I would be standing in a strange woman's bedroom clad only in bra and panties, I would have thought they were mad. But here I was! Alice was back rummaging in her, apparently inexhaustible, suitcase. This time she emerged with a pair of black, spider-web patterned tights. She explained how I should gather them into a doughnut shape before rolling them up my legs. Taking great care I followed her instructions and was soon admiring the sensuous look and feel of sheer stockings over newly shaven legs. Alice stood back and frowned. "You know," she mussed, "I think that if we laced you into my corset you would have an even better figure." Suiting her actions to the words, she took the corset she had been wearing all day on the outside of her dress and wrapped it around my waist. "Take a deep breath," she instructed and, as I did so, she tightened the laces. By the time she had finished I could only breathe with the upper part of my lungs but, as Alice had promised, I did now have the indentation of a high, feminine waistline. "Let's get you made up next," said Alice, so I sat in a chair whilst she busied herself with what seemed to be an endless array of makeup products. Of course I was familiar, in principle, with the process a woman goes through in applying her makeup, but this was the first time I had experienced it personally. I rather liked the pampering as first foundation and powder, followed by eye shadow and mascara was applied to my face and lashes. Next Alice glued on a pair of false eyelashes and had me sit with my eyes closed whilst she applied eye-liner. A quick plucking of a few extraneous hairs from my eyebrows followed and then Alice used a pencil to subtly emphasise a more feminine arch. Some highlighting of cheek bones and temples with blusher was next before finally, Alice used a lip-liner to draw an outline to my lips. She went slightly outside my natural lip line in order to get a more feminine profile. She then used a small brush to paint on the lipstick and seal it with a dab of gloss. Alice wouldn't let me look in the mirror. "Not until we have finished," she admonished as I pleaded with her to let me see what sort of clown I looked like. To ensure I didn't take a surreptitious peek, she covered the mirror with my discarded bath-towel. Standing, Alice helped me into a black, crushed-velvet dress. Low cut, it showed off my newly acquired cleavage. The hem fell to a couple of inches above my knee and the sleeves were bell-shaped and came halfway down my forearm. I was handed a pair of spider-web lace gloves and Alice slid a number of chunky bracelets over my wrists. She also clipped a pair of skull and crossbones earrings to my lobes and fastened an engraved disc on a chain around my throat. "This is supposed to be some Celtic evocation amulet," she explained. Then, kneeling, she helped me into her pair of Victorian ankle boots and laced them up. They only had a two-inch heel so I found I could stand in them fairly comfortably. "And for your final crowning glory," Alice announced, bringing forth from her case a wig of long auburn hair. "I sometimes like to totally change my appearance between gigs," she told me, "so I brought this one with me for tomorrow nights concert; just as well really as you can borrow it for tonight." She placed the wig on my head and tugged into place before setting to with a brush and hairpins. At long last she declared herself satisfied and, taking the towel from the mirror, allowed me my first view of myself as a woman. I was stunned! The transformation was remarkable; I could still see it was me in the mirror but a 'me' totally altered by the use of powder and paint. From the top of my long auburn hair; down past my exotically made-up eyes - (greens and purples with lots of eye-liner); to my carmine lips - (with a very kissable pout); and on, via my swelling bosom in the velvet dress to my tightly corseted waist, shapely hips, legs that looked really good in their patterned hose; to my little ankle boots, I screamed 'Goth Girl'! I stood there in stunned silence until Alice was forced ask, somewhat nervously, "Well what do you think? Have I convinced you sufficiently that you will agree to us going out on the town tonight?" "I don't know what to say," I replied. "I know I was reluctant to let you make me up like this, but it is amazing. At first glace, even I could mistake me for a woman. And, yes, you have won the bet and I will go through with our deal." Alice squealed with delight and threw her arms round me - (taking care not to mess up her carefully applied efforts!) "I'm still very nervous about going out like this," I continued. "What if I do get 'read' and we end up in a tight corner?" "I've taken care of that," she responded. "I have arranged with Barry and Tim that they will act as our 'boyfriends' tonight. They are actually gay and in a partnership but they enjoy a good joke and are more than up for taking part in this escapade." (I had met Barry and Tim earlier in the day. Barry played sousaphone in the band, whilst Tim was one of the drummers. They were both big burly blokes and I was surprised to learn that they were gay. However, they were both certainly large enough to frighten off any potential troublemakers.) "Time is getting on," said Alice. "I'll just get myself dressed and then we can meet up with the boys." I stood to leave and return to my own room. "Don't be silly," said Alice, taking me by the arm, "tonight we are 'all girls together'. It is far too late for any false modesty between us." So saying she stripped off her clothes and hurried into the bathroom for a shower. When she returned she was, I am glad to say, relatively modestly dressed in black bra, panties, and fishnet tights. She quickly made up her face with amazing dexterity, before pulling on a black, boat-necked, cotton blouse and tight leather miniskirt. (The skirt did up with a heavy duty zipper in the front. She teamed it with a studded, buckled belt and the overall effect was very 'Gothic'.) Alice let down her luscious chestnut hair and gave it a thorough brushing until it shone. Really long dangly earrings, a velvet chocker and loads of bangles completed her ensemble before she slid her feet into a pair of black patent platform heels. "How do I look?" she enquired, giving me a quick twirl. "Absolutely fabulous," I replied. "Just as well," she continued with a grin. "I wouldn't want to be upstaged by a mere tranny!" We both dissolved in fits of laughter. "Now you will need one of these," Alice said, getting serious again, and she handed me a black shoulder bag. "Put your money in this," she instructed, "but leave your wallet and credit cards behind. You can't use them if they are in your male name anyway." I did as she said and then she gave me a tube of my lipstick, a pack of tissues, and, to my horror some condoms and a tampon! "Why are you giving me these?" I asked, "I won't need them." "Verisimilitude," Alice responded shortly. "All girls carry these things in their bags and you should be no different." We were ready to leave but, just before we went out, Alice turned to me. "Your name, we can hardly call you 'Tom' when you are dressed like this. 'Tom', 'Thomas', what is the female version of 'Thomas? 'Thomasina', well that's no good. But 'Sina' sounds promising; I know, your femme name can be 'Sheena'." I liked the sound of 'Sheena' and agreed eagerly. Alice texted the boys; they were already in the bar, so we set off to meet them. Barry and Tim were seated on stools at the bar as we entered. They both stood and escorted us to a table in the corner and helped us 'ladies' be seated before asking us what we would like to drink. I could have murdered a pint but discretion prevailed and I joined Alice in ordering a white wine spritzer. Tim learned over and whispered in my ear, "Well, I thought you made a pretty girly-boy this afternoon, but you have really scrubbed up well tonight! It would almost enough to make me go 'straight' if I didn't know about you little secret under that skirt!" And he gave my knee a squeeze. It was clearly all good natured and I took no offense. "Cheers," said Barry, coming back with our drinks, and we all toasted a, hopefully, happy evening. "Now what do you girls fancy doing?" he asked. "Oh I don't know," replied Alice. "I think we ought to go for a bit of stroll round the harbour first to let Sheena find her feet and become accustomed to her new role. Then we could grab a bite to eat somewhere and maybe, afterwards, catch the second half of tonight's concert at the Pavilion. 'Skull' are playing and they are really rather good." "OK," responded Tim. "That sounds like a plan. Let's drink up and make a start." We didn't in fact rush out but finished our drinks in a civilised manner. I took the time to get to know Tim and Barry a bit better. As Alice had told me they were partners. Barry worked as a warehouseman in Sheffield; whilst Tim was an IT 'trouble-shooter' in a call-centre. Both were good company and clearly enjoyed a good joke. They were clearly delighted to be part of Alice's plan to bring me out as a 'Goth Girl'. I can't pretend it was easy stepping over the threshold of the hotel into the street. It was one thing to be cross-dressed whilst sitting quietly in the corner of a relatively unoccupied bar; quite another to venture forth on the crowded streets of Whitby. But I made myself do it. The first few steps were the hardest and Tim took my elbow as I stumbled. "Hold my hand," he whispered. "We are supposed to be a couple, and it will help keep you steady until you find your feet in those heels." I gratefully took him up on his offer and after a few minutes it didn't feel so strange to be walking hand in hand with another man. I was 'straight' but dressed as a woman, he was 'gay' but definitely not 'camp'. We looked like any other Goth couple - of which there were many on the streets of Whitby that evening - and in no way out of place. It was fun 'people-watching' as we walked. There were a wide variety of styles on display. Some clearly lived and dressed as Goths all the time; others were in specifically Victorian costume and, I guessed, were here as fans of Bram Stoker - (the author of 'Dracula'). There were quite a lot of punks around, as well as a number of bikers. I started to relax and enjoy myself. No-one was giving us a second glance - other than smiles of appreciation for Alice and, I hope, one or two for me also. After about an hour promenading up and down we started to get a bit hungry and were fortunate to secure a table at the Moon and Sixpence, a small restaurant right on the waterside. Here we enjoyed a seafood meal, washed down with several glasses of prosecco - (which they served 'on draught'!) After we had eaten we walked back to the Pavilion, where Alice managed to blag our way into the second half of the show without paying, on the grounds that we were performers and would be playing there ourselves the following evening. (I thought it a bit rich to include me in the band, given that my sole contribution had been to take the collection tin round the crowd this afternoon!) Anyway, we got in and, as Alice had promised, 'Skull' turned out to be a very good - if loud - punk band. This wasn't my preferred style of music but somehow tonight it seemed appropriate. When the concert finished we wandered out with the rest of the audience and made our way to a pub where we could hear another band playing. We had to squeeze to get in but eventually found ourselves a space and got in a round of drinks. (Although I had insisted on paying for my meal, the boys hadn't let Alice or I buy a single round of drinks all evening. It was just like being a 'real girl' out on a date!) After a bit Tim asked me if I would like to dance. I said, "OK" - (probably all the alcohol talking!) - and we ended up on the tiny dance floor. There wasn't much room for serious dancing and before long I found myself in Tim's warm embrace, pressed close up against him. To my surprise and concern, I could feel his erection pressing against my tummy; I was turning him on! I pleaded the need to visit the loo as an excuse to return to our table, where I urgently asked Alice if she would accompany me to the ladies. She immediate realised something had happened and, as soon as we were safely ensconced in the toilet, asked me what was wrong. "Nothing really," I replied. "it is just that Tim is getting sexually aroused over me and I don't know how to handle it." "Welcome to the world of womanhood," Alice laughed. "Seriously, if you can bring yourself to do it, I would suggest you do exactly that and 'handle it'! Tim knows you are a man and, given that he is gay, and that you are a rather exotic companion tonight, I can understand why he fancies you. I'm sure he would be happy with a hand-job and it would be a nice way to say 'thank you' to him." To say I was shocked would be an understatement but, on reflection, I could see the logic in what Alice was saying. Other than the odd experiment at school - before I discovered the delights of girls - I had never had a homosexual experience. Could I bring myself to do it? Well, Tim was a nice guy and he had been extremely generous......and I was a bit drunk, so I said, "Yes!" "Good," replied Alice, "because I have sort of promised Barry a blow- job! Why don't we get out of here and walk along the cliffs a bit until we find somewhere secluded." Now that I had made my decision, it all seemed rather exciting, so, giggling, I acquiesced. Returning to the boys, Alice suggested we might all get some fresh air. No sooner were we clear of the harbour-side, but she had her arm round Barry and was snogging him as they walked along. Tim took my arm and held me back whilst the other two walked on. Pulling me towards him he kissed me full on the lips. He sported a luxuriant moustache which tickled. To my surprise I wasn't repulse by his kiss and allowed my lips to part as I kissed him firmly back. Our arms crept round each others waist as we sauntered along in the wake of Alice and Barry. After a few minutes walk we found ourselves on a bit of heath-land just below the cliff edge. It was a warm, dry night and the four of us sank to the grass, screened from sight by several gorse bushes. We recommenced our kissing and I could feel Tim's hand gently caressing my bottom; I rather liked the sensation. Soon I could hear slurping noises coming from the other couple and knew that Alice was getting down to the job. It was decision time for me. Well, in for a penny in for a pound; tonight I was a girl out with her fellow, so I did what any red-bloodied girl would have done in my situation and unzipped Tim's trousers. He let out a quiet moan as I pulled down his underpants and took his penis in my hand. It was warm and much larger that mine. I started to squeeze and rub him, moving towards a hand job, but suddenly that didn't seem enough, so, lowering my head, I gently licked him. He let out another moan; clearly I was doing the right things. Wriggling down on the grass until I could reach him, I took Tim's cock into my mouth. I could taste salty pre-cum on the tip. I took him as deeply within my mouth as I could before closing my lips around him and starting to suck and tongue him. I discovered that I really wanted to pleasure my man and gave him the best I could. Tim's hands were clasping the back of my head, helping me keep a steady rhythm and, before long I could sense he was about to cum. I briefly considered pulling back from him but decided this would not be fair, so I let him cum in my mouth. There was so much of it! I desperately tried to swallow all I could but, inevitably, some spilled over and ran down my chin. Tim fell back on the ground with a groan of contentment as I scrabbled in my handbag for the packet of tissues Alice had thoughtfully provided. I cleaned myself up as best I could and was just wandering what I should do next when I felt Alice's hand on my shoulder. "Well done girl," she whispered. "I hoped you might go that far but wasn't sure you would be up for it, so didn't suggest it. I think we have two happy 'boyfriends' here don't you?" We giggled quietly together; two women who had just satisfied their men. When the boys had got themselves in order, the four of us returned to the town. It was now getting late and as the band had another heavy day ahead, we made our way back to the hotel. Alice and I kissed Barry and Tim goodnight and I thanked them warmly for having helped make my debut as a woman so memorable. Alice and I took the lift up to our floor and I was about to thank her for everything before heading for my little room, when she took me by the hand and pulled me into he bedroom. "I don't know about you, but I think I am in the mood for a little lesbian love making," she murmured, dragging me down onto the bed. I need no urging. My experience with Tim had left me horny and ready for sex. Alice was a beautiful woman and I was more than willing to go to bed with her. We swiftly helped each other disrobe before falling back on the bed in a welter of kisses and caresses. True to her request, Alice pushed my head down between her thighs and I tongued her sweet slit until she was writhing and squealing with pleasure. I could feel her climax, by which time I was rock hard myself. Rolling on her back, Alice pulled me down on top of her and I slid easily into her well lubricated canal. The rest I will leave to your imagination. Suffice it to say that neither of us got much sleep that night. It was just starting to get light before we collapsed exhausted into a fitful doze. It didn't seem any time at all before I was rudely awakened by the bedclothes being pulled off me and my bottom given a hearty smack. "Wake up sleepyhead" cried an apparently refreshed Alice. I certainly didn't feel ready to face the new day but wearily dragged myself from bed and headed for the bathroom. Alice had obviously showered before waking me because, on my return to the bedroom, she was nearly dressed. "You can have a turn wearing the bustle-dress today," she announced, "I have a new outfit that I have never worn before which I want to try out." "What's the agenda for today?" I enquired. "And can't I just go 'androgynous' like yesterday?" "No you can't," responded Alice with a laugh. "I didn't go to all the trouble to bring out your feminine side last night, just for you to bottle out this morning! As for what we are doing today; the band has a couple of outdoor slots this morning and then we have the afternoon off before the Pavilion show tonight. You are back on money-collecting duty this morning but can sit in the audience this evening. That is assuming you still want to hear us play." "Of course I do," I replied, taking both her hands in mine. "I am really enjoying this weekend. It is totally different from how I expected to spend my time, but the band is great and I love working with you all - if only for a brief time.....and of course I want to come to the concert." Alice squealed with delight and gave me a big hug and kiss. "Then let's get dressed," she instructed. I busied myself putting on clean underwear - (it turned out Alice had rinsed all our undies out overnight and dried them on the towel rail; I had heard nothing being sound asleep) - whilst Alice pulled yet another outfit from her seemingly bottomless suitcase. Today she was wearing a tartan evening-dress tailcoat, over a starched, white waistcoat and white bow-tie. Her breast peeped enticingly from her waistcoat. Below the waist she was wearing tight black knickers over fishnet tights and shiny, black patent boots with a four inch heel. "I'll probably regret wearing heels this high by the end of the morning," she groaned. "Still one has to suffer for one's art!" She had piled her beautiful hair up into an elaborate topknot upon which she pinned a cute miniature top hat. She looked like a very sexy ringmaster. Once dressed herself, Alice turned her attention toward me. By now I had succeeded in padding out my bra and knickers and had donned a pair of sheer black tights. Alice helped me step into the bustle dress and zipped it up the back. She then fastened the waist cinch round my tummy and tightened the laces. For jewellery she gave me a black velvet chocker with a little locket sown in the centre and a pair of black, glass-bead earrings. I slid my feet into the buckled boots and sat quietly whist Alice fitted and dressed the auburn wig. Today she pinned it so that it was quite high on top but fell in soft waves on either side of my face. As a final flourish she fixed a feather and flower clip on one side. Somewhere along the line she had applied my makeup, so, that when I turned and saw my reflection in the mirror, my image was that of a sexy, Goth Girl with elaborately decorated eyes and deep burgundy lips. If I hadn't known it was me, I could have fancied her myself! "No time for breakfast," announced Alice. "We are due to play our first set in half an hour. We can grab a take-out coffee as we walk down to the bandstand." So that is what we did. Most of the band were already there when we arrived, including the two girls with whom I shared collecting duties.... and Tim and Barry! I was suddenly too embarrassed to look Tim in the eye; had I really given him a blow-job last night? He, on the other hand, had no such inhibition. Coming over to me, he gave me a big kiss and squeezed my bottom. "Looking good this morning, girl," he said with a grin, "must have been something you ate!" I didn't know where to put myself and I could see the rest of the band was grinning broadly. "Don't mind them," whispered Beryl - (one of the 'collecting girls') - "they all know what Tim is like. He is a right randy sod and no boy, girl, - or now tranny! - is safe from his advances! If you went with him last night, I hope you enjoyed it." "I did actually," I replied blushing. Beryl laughed. "Welcome to the club; the last weekend gig we played I was his 'entertainment' and I have to confess he is great fun to be with." Suddenly I realised that had been admitted, as an 'honorary member' to the 'sisterhood'. I knew women shared intimate details together in a way no men would. Now Beryl and I were sharing! "I have to say you look great in that dress," Beryl continued. "I'm so glad you decided to go the whole hog and totally cross-dress today. You looked OK as an 'effeminate boy' yesterday, but being a 'woman' suits you much more.... and you have legs to die for; I'm quite envious!" I felt a warm glow of pleasure suffuse through me. No-one complimented me on my appearance when dressed as a man. Actually everyone in the band took my cross-dressing in their stride. I guess when you spend your time playing weird and wonderful gigs like this one, you get used to oddly dressed people. It was time for the band to start playing, so Beryl, Sylvia and I stood to one side whilst they played their first couple of numbers and then we started working the crowd. I found I was much more comfortable in my role today and was soon flirting with men in the crowd as I inveigled them to part with their money - to the point where I was getting some serious glares from their womenfolk! The morning passed in a similar manner to the previous day. The band finished its first set; we all grabbed coffees and wandered on to the next place we were booked to play. En route Alice, Beryl, Sylvia and I stopped occasionally to look and listen to the other street entertainers. Then they played their second set and, once again, I busied myself with the collecting tin. By lunchtime I was quite amazed at just how much money I had managed to bring in. As the band was scheduled to play at the evening concert, they had been excused any commitments during the afternoon, so the rest of the day was our own. Alice and I discussed what we might do. "Well first off I think we ought to treat ourselves to fish and chips at the Magpie," Alice suggested. Even I had heard of the Magpie, it is a renowned fish restaurant, so I happily agreed. However when we got there the queue of people waiting for a table stretched down the street, so we settled for a takeaway from their shop below the restaurant and took our boxes of fish and chips across to a bench facing the harbour. The fish and chips really were excellent and both of us finished off our trays. We were just cleaning up - there is no way to eat fish and chips without getting a bit greasy! - when we heard a voice addressing us. "From the way you two girls tucked into them chips, I reckon you're a couple of sports. What say we get together and we show you a good time?" Turning we were faced with the unappealing vision of two weedy, spotty youths leering at us. They were clearly the worse for wear and one was carrying a plastic bag full of cans of lager. The one who had spoken came over and bent over Alice. I was sitting to one side, but the stench of beer on his breath was appalling. I don't know Alice managed to face him without flinching. "Why don't the four of us wander off down the beach and find somewhere quiet where we can get to know each other better," he leered, rubbing his crotch in an obviously suggestive manner. Alice beckoned him closer, lowering her voice until he was forced to stand up close to her to hear what she was saying. "You loathsome little creep," she murmured, with a sweet smile on her lips. "My friend and I wouldn't think of touching you with a barge pole, let alone anything else!" And with this her hand shot out and grabbed him firmly in the groin. She squeezed - hard! Mr Spotty-face went ashen and his eyes bulged as Alice continued to apply pressure to his intimate parts. "Now fuck off and find someone else to bother," she said contemptuously as she thrust him away. Bent double and with his hands cradling his balls, spotty-face staggered away, followed by his, silent, partner. I looked at Alice in admiration. "You had better close your mouth before a fly gets in," she said with a laugh. "A girl has to learn a few tricks in order to survive these sorts of event. I don't think he will be troubling anyone for a few hours, but I guess we had better move on just in case he meets up with friends and decides to get his own back!" We hurriedly threw our rubbish in a bin and set off back to the hotel. We were after all a bit conspicuous in our bright red tartan outfits! Back in Alice's room at the hotel we collapsed on the bed laughing at the look on the lout's face as Alice 'took him in hand'. Alice regaled me with tales of a few other occasions when she had been propositioned by someone of whom she did not approved and had had to take corrective action. I was amazed; it was clearly a much rougher world out there than I had previously experienced. We decided it would be safer to stay indoors for the rest of the afternoon, so Alice sat me down in front of the dressing table mirror and we spent the next couple of hours putting on and taking off makeup as Alice instructed me in the art of face transformation. By the time we had finished I was not only reasonably competent in applying 'ordinary' makeup, but also was able to make a decent stab at more elaborate 'effects' styles - such as were required for our Gothic look. "I don't know of this is a skill you will ever use again," Alice remarked, "but you seem to have had a good time in female mode this weekend, so maybe we have discovered a side of your personality you never knew existed!" I had to agree with her that I had been enjoying myself in skirts and makeup. "But I suspect this will be a one-off," I said, a bit wistfully. "Never say never," replied Alice with a laugh. "Now you have experienced cross-dressing yourself, I am sure that in future you will become more aware of just how many men indulge in this pastime." By now it was time for Alice to get ready for her evening concert performance, so whilst she showered, I pressed the tartan bustle-dress she had loaned me and that she now needed back; it had become somewhat crumpled with both of us wearing it alternately. After my own shower, Alice helped lace me back into a corset before I set about dressing myself. After a couple of days of climbing into and out of feminine finery, I was able to manage the hooks and fastenings of bras and suspender-belts fairly easily. I applied my own gothic makeup before putting on the black crushed-velvet dress I had worn the previous evening. Alice helped me with my wig and brushed out the auburn hair so that it cascaded in gentle waves over my shoulders and down my back. I wore the same ankle boots as previously and much of the same jewellery. "It is a shame your ears aren't pierced," mused Alice, "I have some gorgeous earrings that would look fabulous on you but they are only good for pierced ears." Well I wasn't going to get my ears pieced tonight, so settled for a pair of simpler clip-ons. Alice looked stunning in her band costume. She had taken especial care with her makeup and sported the most elaborate eye decoration over a chalky-white foundation. She only needed protruding canine teeth to be the perfect image of a female vampire, but unfortunately such dental additions would interfere with her clarinet playing. Once dressed, we found we had a bit of time in hand, so wandered down to the bar for a drink. Tim and Barry were there along with other members of the band so we joined them. Tim slid along the seat and indicated that I should sit next to him. I did so, with some trepidation. I needed have worried; he merely gave me a quick peck on the cheek and a squeeze round my waist. "You look great Sheena," he complimented me. "You make a much better looking girl than you do as a bloke. And from my perspective you have the ideal attributes of both sexes!" I didn't know whether to be flattered or affronted but joined in the good humoured laughter that greeted this remark. Finally it was time to set off for the Pavilion. Alice managed to convince the box-office to give me a house seat, so I didn't have to pay for my ticket. The concert was really good and I enjoyed myself immensely. There quite a number of groups playing and 'my band' didn't perform until the second half of the show. Alice had a prominent solo spot in one of their numbers and I realised that she was actually a very accomplished musician. After the show we all retired to the hotel bar for more drinks, but the party didn't go on too long. The band had had a very busy schedule over the weekend and everyone was very tired. They also had an early departure the following morning, so quite soon people started drifting away to bed. Alice and I followed them. "We are going back to Sheffield by coach," Alice explained, "and it is leaving at half-past eight. What about you, what are your plans?" "I have to be back in Billingham for a site meeting tomorrow afternoon," I replied, "so I won't be hanging about either. I am planning to catch the 0915 train to Middlesbrough." Once back in Alice's room, we undressed and made gentle love. I think we both knew that this was the end of our brief affair but neither wanted to openly acknowledge the fact. Alice and I were not 'in love'. We were two single people who had happened to meet up under somewhat weird circumstances and we had had a good time together. But that was it. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms; tired but satisfied that we had made the most of our time together. The following morning we woke early and I took care to remove all traces of makeup from my face before dressing in my 'vanilla' male jacket and trousers. After two days wearing colourful, flamboyant, female garb, they seemed boringly ordinary. Alice too dressed down in jeans and sweater. As we packed our things back into our bags - (and I was still amazed at just how much Alice was able to cram into her suitcase) - we swapped telephone numbers and promised that if ever I was in Sheffield or she in the Berkshire, we would get in touch. We both knew the chance of this happening was slim in the extreme, but it seemed the polite thing to do. I took my farewells of the band on the hotel steps as they loaded their gear onto the coach. A final hug with Tim and a lingering kiss with Alice, and they were off. It was time for me to settle my bill for the box-room I had never actually occupied, and make my way to the station to catch my train. During the journey back to Middlesbrough I ran over the events of the weekend in my mind. Had I known that Whitby was going to be hosting a Gothic weekend I doubt I would have come, but in the event I was glad I had. It had been a bizarre experience but one I had, surprisingly, enjoyed very much. Never in a hundred years would I have contemplated cross-dressing as a pastime, but I had spent the entire weekend in skirts and heels. I had also learned how to apply makeup and dress a long wig. Were these skills I would ever need again? I smiled inwardly as I thought about it. It wouldn't commit me to anything if I did a bit of research into the cross-dressing community. Maybe there were some tranny friendly clubs near to where I was staying; or if not there, maybe back in Reading. Alice was right; the weekend had open up a side of my personality that I hadn't known about before. And, once out of her box, 'Sheena' didn't seem inclined to get back into it! I turned back to my coy of The Times and settled down to read. Further exploration of my feminine side could wait until that evening when I would have time to settle down with my laptop and google "cross-dressing; North East England"!