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For Friends and Family Part 14 - Love and Truth
As we travelled in the lift up to his room, my heart was pounding, I had
retrieved my small overnight bag and dress holder from reception, I
wondered what was about to unfold.
I was snuggled into his arm, holding him close, at his floor we walked to
his room, he opened the door and ushered me inside. It was a large
spacious room, with a separate seating area and a king size bed.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he joked, his arm around my waist.
Even though the room was large, having to live here for a long while like
he had done must be claustrophobic, no wonder the poor guy was working
long hours.
I made the usual comments, then said, "I'll hang my dress up, if that's
ok."
"Be my guest," he said do what you want. "How are we doing to do this?"
I was very tempted to say, the usual way, me underneath, you on top, but
I bit my tongue!
So instead I smiled at him saying, "We girls take longer to get ready, so
if it's ok by you I'll shower and use the bathroom first, then while I do
my make-up you use the bathroom - ok?"
He agreed that that seemed like a plan, he was very agreeable, I
approached him and put my arms on his shoulders saying, "You are really
sweet, thank you for a great couple of days." I stood on my tip toes and
gently kissed him hoping this would break the ice.
I felt his arms slide around my waist and he pulled me close and kissed
me with a certain amount of hunger, I moulded my soft feminine body to
his hard masculine one, relishing the feel of him, my arms wandered their
way and stroked his hair, our tongues met and I could taste him.
His hands were roaming across my back, down to my pert bum, squeezing and
caressing me. We broke apart, I was panting. He stroked my cheek gently
down to my chin, whispering, "You are beautiful, do you know that."
"Thank you kind sir," I replied, "but I'm not, I'm just a normal working
girl."
He smiled tenderly at me saying, "Not true, you are a beautiful girl and
a beautiful person." We kissed again and my knees were going weak, it
felt so good.
Reluctantly I broke away saying, "I better get showered else we'll go
hungry."
He released me and I stepped away from him, with a final stroke of my
cheek I turned to my small bag and took out my satin wrap, clean lacy
thong, nude tights and my adhesive bra, I did this unashamedly, taking my
toilet bag out I went into the bathroom and showered.
After showering, I moisturised, slipped on my lacy panties, nude tights,
now came the adhesive bra, even though my breasts were firm and pert, I
wanted a nice cleavage, which s what these bra's accomplished.
Carefully I pushed my boobs together until I had the cleavage I wanted,
then letting my boobies go I positioned the bra on my breasts where I
wanted them, then I fastened the bra between the valley of my breast,
looking into the mirror I gauged the cleavage I had given myself and was
happy with what I had achieved.
Slipping on my gown I opened the door saying, "Well that's me done, your
turn now - sorry I've been so long."
His response was to say, "I' don't think you've been all that long, I
thought you'd be longer."
I smiled at his and kissed his cheek as we passed. "You're so sweet," I
murmured, as we both had armfuls of clothes we simply and gently kissed,
I went to the bed and dropped my discarded clothes, then to the dresser
and applied my make up, a sophisticated evening look, dramatic eye
shadow, long sparkly false eye lashes, quite pale foundation with
contrasting deep crimson lips, I brushed my hair and using my heated
tongues teased my hair into loose waves. I heard the bathroom door unlock
and Brett's voice asking if I was decent, I told him NO as I wanted to
put my dress on, slipping it up my legs, over my hips as I teased it up
my body, slipping my arms into the chiffon sleeves and over my slender
shoulders, on a whim I called through the door, "Brett, I'm having
trouble with my zipper, would you be a darling and come and help me?"
"Are you sure he," answered back, I smiled at this and reassured him, "Of
course I'm sure, I trust you".
He came out of the bathroom to be confronted by me standing in front of
the mirror, to all intents and purposes an attractive woman, wearing -
well half wearing a dress, the back agape, holding onto her modesty with
one hand on the front of the dress. I watched his reflection as he walked
towards me, he muttered, "YOU might trust me, but I don't trust myself!
You look stunning." He was stood behind me now and I smiled very sweetly
at him, he took hold of the small zip and the skirt of my dress and
zipped me into the plunging backed dress, my back was bare down to the
hollow of my back, he put is hands on my hips and gently held me, my
skirt flared out as he steadily stared at me in the mirror, I stood
totally still wondering what he would do next, he leaned forward and
gently kissed me between my shoulder blades.
It was like an electric shock had ran through my body, I shuddered in
delight and utter pleasure as he continued to kiss my exposed back, my
nipples were erect and I had goose bumps all over, I gave a moan of total
satisfaction and leant back.
His arms slid around my waist and he held me to him, then he gently and
tentatively cupped my breasts, it felt electrifying and this time I
whimpered in passion as he worked his way up my back, kissing around my
neck, under my hair, I moved my head to one side and he kissed around my
jaw. I was in heaven.
He pulled back, stammering, "Oh god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to go so
far." I was a bit confused and slightly hurt until I realised that I had
provoked him into fondling my breasts.
I turned around and took his hands in mine, saying to him, "Don't be
sorry sweetheart, you didn't go too far, I'll let you know when you go
too far, so please hold me." I slipped my arms around his neck as he
pulled my to him and his lips met mine, I was thrilled to feel the
stubble rubbing against my now very soft skin. The kiss was tender and
sensuous and my body moulded to his.
As we parted he whispered to me, "I'm just so afraid to press you too
far, too fast. I really don't want to loose you."
My heart leapt and without thinking I murmured, "And I don't want to
loose you, let's take it steady and see where we go." With that I took
his bottom lip between my teeth and very gently nibbled, I got a long
Mmmmmmmmm for my efforts.
I let him go and he just looked at me, with something in his eyes I
didn't really understand. He whispered, "Food?" which reminded me I was
hungry.
"Oh yes, I'm starving!" With that I slipped on my heels picked up my
shawl and handbag and asked him anxiously, "Do I look ok?"
He kissed me gently on my lips and murmured, "Perfect, just perfect."
The restaurant we went to was part of the hotel an excellent Indian
Restaurant called "Daawat."
The food was about the best I had tasted, Brett was scintillating company
and I found myself liking him more and more, it was the way we bounced
off each other, we thought similarly apart from my typically English
sense of humour, which at times confused him, mind you the same was true
with his sense of humour and of course our language was a cause for much
laughter between us and each nation has some different meanings for the
same words.
All too soon the restaurant was closing, so we went back into the hotel
into the Mask cocktail bar for a night cap, I has a Passionate
Cosmopolitan, while Brett had a Margarita, we sipped our drinks, I didn't
want tonight to end, but all too soon, we went upstairs for my overnight
case.
In the lift he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply saying, "This is
the first date we have been by ourselves." And it was, before we had
kissed on the pavement waiting for a cab, I felt quite excited as I
willingly responded to his kiss.
As we walked to his room, he had his arm around my waist, holding me
close, for the first time since agreeing to become Nichola, I actually
felt, totally felt like a true girl.
When we got into his room, it was natural to slip into his strong arms
and surrender to his kisses, our tongues entwined so gently, our kisses
were passionate but gentle, my arms were around his neck and I was
moulded to his wonderful body, I could feel his arms around my satin
encased waist, caressing round to the small of my back, to the bare flesh
where my dress plunged down,
I moaner in pleasure at the sensations coursing through my very feminised
body and indeed soul, my responsive nipples were like two diamonds as
they rubbed against him. I felt his hands start to wander down the flared
skirt of my dress and as we were still kissing I managed to warn him that
her was going out of limits by murmuring, "Uh, uhhh." He was a perfect
gentleman and returned his hands to my waist and the curve of my butt.
I could feel his erection pressing hard against me, poor dear I was
causing him all sorts of frustration, but that's the way it is in a
relationship, you don't have sex instantly, you have to feel you way into
it.
I then felt his hand moving towards my breast, this was within limits,
especially as my dress was high necked at the front, the satin giving way
to chiffon, I feel him stroke the curve of my boob and moved slightly
away from him to allow him access, he cupped my bounteous 38D breast and
gently squeezed it, I moaned in pleasure, he found my rock hard nipple
and traced erotic circles around it making me melt in passion, my (false)
vagina was damp, the hypnotic intensification of feelings 'down there'
certainly worked, I found myself grinding my hips onto his very prominent
erection, I was very close to loosing my composure.
He pulled back and gently kissed me, whispering, "I think we better quit
for now before I do something we'll both regret - god you are beautiful
Nicky, I'm one lucky guy."
I had to admire him for this, he realised, as did I that things could
have got out of hand, so being the perfect gentleman had pulled back from
the brink.
Sadly I gently kissed him saying, "You are gorgeous, thoughtful and a
perfect gentleman, I love being in your company."
He kissed me on the nose and replied, "And I love being in your company,
you make me feel so lucky and proud." I was bursting with pride as I went
to get my padded jacket, heard him murmur to himself, "Golly Brett I
think you're falling in love."
I pretended I hadn't heard and continued to put my jacket on and put my
shawl in my overnight bag.
I went to him and kissed him gently. "You are so sweet," I told him, and
then getting a tissue I wiped lipstick from his lips and face!
He took me downstairs and got me a cab. "I'll phone you tomorrow," I
promised, as we kissed again.
As the taxi drove me home I had a lot to think about. I did feel very
strongly about Brett, was this love? I had to sort this out in my head.
Also I considered the power a woman does have in a relationship, while
the male makes all the moves, it's the woman who dictates the pace of the
relationship and sets the boundaries, this is a lot of responsibility for
me to get to grips with, after all it's not that long ago when I was a
male. Then I thought, but I'm still a male with a very female exterior!
I got ready for bed, as I brushed my hair, I thought about my feelings
for Brett, did I love him? As I brushed I considered this and I came up
with how I felt about him, I was highly attracted to him, if this wasn't
love it was very close to it, but I knew that early in the New Year he
would be moving to the next location to implement the security system, so
it would be a long range relationship - which thinking about it suited
me, as I would be busy with my new department.
I finished my hair and slid between the sheets. I soon fell sound asleep
dreaming of Brett, making love to him and making me pregnant. What a
luscious dream, it's a pity it can never become a reality.
I heard Amy in her bedroom and when I looked at the clock it was seven
thirty in the morning. I got up and completed my morning routine, meeting
my sister in the kitchen. I discussed my feelings for Brett and she
agreed with me that we should enjoy it while we were together. She asked
about New York on Monday, and I promised to phone Fiona for an itinerary
so we would know what to pack.
Amy said her goodbyes and I sat and contemplated my current life, and how
much I enjoyed being female, and by enjoy I mean really enjoy, so much
that I started looking to the future and gender reassignment surgery.
Right now I was 75% certain that I would turn into a complete female!
At nine I phoned Fiona, I told her that Brett would be going to New York
with us, which she already knew as her department dealt with ticketing, I
begged her not to tell Brett who he was accompanying as he thought it was
men, and a wife for him to shepherd she giggled when I told her this,
saying, "Is he in for a surprise, his bit of skirt (me) is going to NY
with him."
The itinerary was:-
Fly Monday pm arrive NY transfer to hotel, then rest of day to ourselves.
Tuesday: Head Office for 10am until 4pm, then cocktails at the Stone Rose
Lounge in the Columbus Circus, at 6pm followed by supper. We would be
escorted! (Brett)
Wednesday: Tour of NY by our escort, followed by the theatre and a late
supper, all tickets arranged and our escort would be with us.
Thursday: Office 10am until 2pm, rest of day free
Friday: Office 10am until 2pm, black tie dinner dance 8pm till late
Saturday: Flight home 2pm
"Wow," I exclaimed, "that's some week we've got. I'll pass it onto Amy
and we'll get packed." We spoke for a while, then Fiona told me, "I'll
see you in Virgin business lounge at one on Monday, bye."
I spent the rest of the day deciding what I was going to pack, I made an
appointment at my hairdressers for early Monday morning, then back to
deciding what to pack.
Four days in the office that means 5 business suits, blouses, shoes and
handbags, two evening gowns, three cocktail dresses, all of course with
accessories, jeans and tops, warm coats as it's cold in NY late November,
underwear ten pairs of stockings/tights ten bra's, at least 15 pairs of
panties, for us girls the list is endless, I figured I would need both my
suitcases as well as my larger vanity case.
Mum phoned me and I told her we would be home tonight, but we had to be
back for Sunday to pack for our trip to New York, then I sent a text
message to Amy confirming what train we would be catching then phoned
Mellissa to book her taxi.
My phone rang, it was Brett. My heart beat that much quicker. We spoke
for a good hour. He had gone into work for a couple of hours to tidy up
some loose ends, he told me about his itinerary for the next week and
guess what it was the same as mine. Bless him he moaned that her had
found out it was two managers and a partner who would not be going into
the office, so he would have to chaperone the 'partner' now he was
whinging about looking after an older woman for days on end. Poor
darling, I actually told him, "You never know, you may enjoy yourself,
she may be a ravishing blonde."
He snorted at this saying, "She's probably about fifty, overweight and
ugly, who will be trying to lay her hands on a younger man!"
I retorted, "She better not, you're mine."
He chuckled and as we said our good byes he finished with, "I'm pleased
I'm yours because I feel the same way about you." Then the swine rung
off! I thought for a while then sent him a text, being a forward pseudo-
woman I simply sent 'I love you, talk Monday B4 flight.'
I wondered if I had been to forward, rushing him, as there was no reply
from him, so morosely I went and did some house work.
I was finishing in the kitchen when the buzzer went on the main door. I
answered to find out who it was and a voice said, "Delivery for
MacKinnon." I opened the outer door and waited. Soon our apartment bell
rang. I looked through the spy hole to see a massive bunch of flowers,
wondering who was sending Amy flowers I opened the door.
Bearing in mind I had been doing house work I was not dressed in my best
clothes, old jeans and pullover, hair tied back, no make-up and my pink
'Marigold' rubber gloves still on, I was not ready for people to see me!
I reached for the flowers when a voice from the side of the door said,
"And I love you too Nicky." I gave a squeal of shock, the bastard had
organised a huge bunch of flowers, then arranged to travel with the
delivery man to surprise me - well that worked.
I ran inside covering my face, realising I still had my rubber gloves on
tried to take them off. Meanwhile Brett was behind me, grabbed my waist
and swung me round, kissing me passionately, repeating, "I love you, I
love you."
The delivery man (who was actually a girl) stood grinning at the sight of
me in my working clothes trying to fight off (and failing miserably) a
man telling me that he loved me. I realised that this gesture was so
romantic. I stopped struggling and melted to his kiss sobbing, "And I
love you, so very much!"
Eventually the delivery girl asked, "Excuse me, but where do you want the
flowers?"
I looked at her in confusion as I had totally forgotten about her,
stammering I said, "Oh sorry, here I'll take them, thanks so much."
As she gave me the flowers she commented, "And they say romance is dead,
I wish my bloke would do something like this."
I grinned at her saying, "He's dead, I look a mess."
As she turned to leave she answered quietly, "I don't think he's worried
about that love, I just don't think he's worried how you look, anyhow
they've got to see us sometime without the war paint on - bye and enjoy
yourselves."
I thanked her as I closed the door, then I turned to look at Brett
grinning like an idiot. I slowly advanced towards him, saying to him with
each step, "You - bastard - you - could - have - warned - me." By then I
was up to him, and I put my arms around his neck and looked him directly
into the eyes saying, "Do you think we are right? This has happened very
suddenly."
He put his strong hands on my hips, caressing them gently and said, "I
don't know Nicky, but for me it just feels so right, what about you?"
I thought for a second and answered him, "Yes, at this time it feels
right. Let's go with the flow shall we?"
He pulled me to him and we kissed passionately. However as I went to run
my fingers through his short hair I realised that I still had my pink
rubber gloves on! "Eeeeeek," I screamed.
He leapt back as if he'd been shot. "What's up?" he asked anxiously.
"Look at me, I'm a mess, a total mess."
He started laughing and pulled this struggling woman towards him telling
me, "Will you shut up squawking and kiss me - you look great." So I did
as I was ordered and surrendered myself to him - and not in that way, but
I had a feeling that it would not be long.
We had a lovely day, snuggling and kissing. He insisted on helping me do
some cleaning. I prepared a light lunch, the flowers were wonderful and I
had to put them into more than one vase and I didn't have one big enough.
I told him I'd have to throw some clothes into a overnight bag as I was
going home tonight, so he sat watching cable TV. Very soon I was back
snuggling into him. Amy arrived home and I introduced Brett to her, as
she went to get ready she cocked an eyebrow at me. (Family trait this eye
brow cocking)
Brett was getting a cab back to his hotel, so even though it was out of
his was he dropped us off at the station. Amy wanted to know everything,
so of course being sisters I told her everything including Brett
expecting to escort an elderly woman around New York. This really amused
her, and yes I did tell her to keep her hands off my man. Up went the
eye-brow again she commented, "Hmmmmmmm your man eh!"
Melissa was waiting for us. She seemed a bit upset, so I asked what was
up with her. She told us that tomorrow she was going to a country and
western gig with a friend, but the friend had given back word so she was
on her own. "Unless one of you two want to come," she joked.
"I'll go with you," I answered instantly.
"Nah it's ok luv, you don't want to be stuck with an old bird all night."
"Honestly," I told her, "you're not old, and it'll make a nice change."
She looked a bit doubtful so I added, "That is, if you want me to."
"Want you with me, of course I want you to come, but what about your
sister?"
I grinned at this. "Oh her she's loved out at the moment, boyfriend
tomorrow night."
Mel still looked doubtful. "Well if you're certain." I assured her I was
so we arranged to meet at a pub in town where the gig was at seven
tomorrow night, so we could get a seat.
We got home and had a fight to get her to accept the fare, but two of us
won, went inside and was met by Mum and Dad. Supper was nearly ready, so
we went to our rooms to freshen up, then had supper. After supper mum
took us to see the work being done for Sophie coming home. Three rooms
were being decorated, one a bedroom for Sophie, one a sitting room and
the third another bedroom for the carer for Sophie. There was a bathroom
between the two bedrooms, so in effect it was self contained.
Amy then went to get changed for her date with Guy. Mum asked what I was
doing and I simply said staying in.
"Oh good," she said, "we can have a nice chat while your father is
working in the study."
So I went upstairs to change into something comfy for slobbing around, I
was glad of this chance t talk to mum, as there is something I wanted to
ask her.
I went downstairs and into the lounge where mum was curled up on the
settee. An open bottle of wine on the table and an empty glass. I poured
myself a glass and curled up at the other end of the settee. We talked
for a while about the previous week and the coming week. Eventually I
decided to ask mum the question what was on my mind.
"Mum, I've got to ask this mainly so I can get things straight in my own
mind."
Mum looked at me and prompted, "Well?"
I took a deep breath and asked, "Ever since I started out on this
adventure, you and dad have really embraced me as a daughter. I'm curious
as to why, why does this mean so much to you both?"
Mum sat and thought about this for a while then, just as I was beginning
to think I'd upset her she stirred and started "You're quite right, this
does mean an awful lot to William and I, but let me say first the two of
us really do love you darling, you have really become a daughter to us."
She took a deep breath as I waited for her to continue. "You know
Nichola." I nodded. "Well you may be aware that she always has been
delicate, prone to 'mental aberrations', but since starting work her job
has been her rock, the things that keep her sane, if you will."
I nodded aware of this, mum continued. "They say it's a thin line between
brilliance and insanity, well it seemed that work kept Nichola on the
brilliant side of the line, so when the breakdown happened, rightly or
wrongly we thought that if we managed to make sure her job was there for
her when she recovered, we would be doing the right thing, she would have
her 'rock' to help stabilise her. This, my dear is where you came in,
with your selflessness in agreeing to become Nichola, you gave us a
lifeline to try and retain Nichola's job. At first I will be honest I
couldn't relate to you as my daughter, but I saw how you had thrown
yourself into your new life, for Nichola, William and I, and I started to
admire your commitment to us, this rapidly blossomed into love, and now -
well your father and I really love you as a daughter, so now I'm a lucky
woman to have three wonderful daughters...... I really hope this makes
sense to you."
After that long speech she took a small sip of wine and looked at me.
"Now I have something to ask you, if I may." I stirred, still thinking
about what she had just told me, saying, "Ask away."
She continued to stare at me then asked, "Why did you agree to all of
this? After all your life has been turned upside down, what has driven
you?"
Wow that was a question and a half! I took a deep breath and decided to
be totally honest, but before I could speak mum continued. "Please,
please be honest if you possibly can."
I smiled tenderly at her and started trying to explain my motives.
"Please don't think any less of me, but you asked for honesty and this is
about as honest as I can be."
Looking at me she told me, "Nothing will change the love I feel for you
now Nichola, because that is who you are now, my Nichola."
I had a lump in my throat as I started explaining, "When you first asked
me to do this I thought you were all crazy, that I was in a strange play
or something."
She nodded smiling, then I carried on, "I sort of knew Amy and the male
me were not going anywhere, I don't think we loved each other but we
really liked and respected each other, so when I was asked to become
Nichola, I thought why not, it would be a challenge, I could fulfil one
of my life's ambitions."
"And that was?" mum asked.
I took a deep breath and continued after all I had never spoken about
this to anyone. "I have always crossdressed and I was very convincing,
however one of my dreams was to live and work as a woman, totally and
utterly. I have already said to you that I have always cross dressed, I
love the style feel and freedom of female clothes.
"With you asking me to become Nichola this dream was, in all honesty
given to me on a plate, so once I was talked into this I made a very
conscious decision to be the best I could, and I hope I've succeeded,
only you can answer that - so there it is, my honest reasons for the
changes I have gone through. In truth I really was a failure as a man, I
was always searching for fulfilment. Maybe I have found it as I am so
together and relaxed, so now I can now see if I can be a success as a
woman. And let me tell you something, following Nichola at work is hard,
she was a genius, a veritable genius, I have a lot to live up to for the
time I am Nichola."
Mum looked at me soberly and whispered, "You could be Nichola for a long
time dear."
Startled I looked at her. "Pardon?" I asked.
She sighed and told me, "It seems like Nichola, or Sophie may never
recover!"
I was stunned and gulped a large mouthful of my wine, speechless. Mum
continued, "What do you want to do now my dear?"
I thought furiously and replied, "I want to stay as Nichola if I may."
She shuffled across next to me and hugged me. "Darling to me you are my
Nichola, and will be for as long as you want to, I really love you are
one of my lovely daughters, but I have to ask, are you going to become a
woman?"
"Mum, I really don't know, probably yes, but it's too early to decide."
We left it at that and sat snuggled together watching the TV and sipping
wine, about eleven I said that I was going to bed, mum kissed me tenderly
saying, "Our conversation tonight darling was just between the two of
us."
"Thanks mum," I smiled, "but it's ok by me if you tell dad what you want
to."
"Thanks sweetheart for that, William and I have always been open with
each other, I know he feels bad about the way things have turned out,
what with Nichola being worse than we expected, he thinks that he has
talked you into changing your life drastically."
I kissed this woman I thought of as my mother and told her "please tell
him not to fret over that, he has given me a new chance in life.
Just as I was leaving the room I asked, "Where are we taking Sophie
tomorrow?"
Well mum answered, "If it was alright with you two I was going to show
her, the room we are decorating for her, then go shopping for furniture
for it, letting her choose what she wants."
"That sounds great mum, we all love shopping so we can see if Sophie
still does, good night."
With that I went upstairs and got ready for bed, brushing my hair I
reflected on the week, really I felt that I had made big strides in my
new life.
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