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I finally got into the bathroom and cleaned myself up after our
lovemaking - the swine!
I douched and showered, moisturised my body and face, slipped into my
underwear and went back into the bedroom to dress.
As I was going shopping I wore black shiny leggings, a cute tunic dress
that came to 4" above my knees it was in a blue soft jersey fabric with
a satin front which had a multi coloured butterfly across the chest it
was gorgeous to wear.
A thin silver chain belt cinched the tunic and I wore black wedge shoes,
simple make up and we went down stairs, Amy arrived just after the two
of us, Sophie was already there but no mum or dad.
"Mum says we'll go shopping about ten," Sophie informed us which meant
we could have a leisurely breakfast.
Just before ten I got my coat and handbag and met mum, Sophie was there
looking like a young girl, Amy turned up and we left for a days
shopping, leaving Brett to his own devices, just before I left I told
him, "Remember, don't get too drunk, I DO have plans for tonight!"
If I thought that looking at wedding dresses come second to shopping,
how wrong could I have been!
After we parked up mum took the lead and before I realised it I was
entering one of the most expensive bridal shops in Oxford.
The manageress Lorna (that's what it said on her name tag) greeted us,
mum said, "My daughter here is getting married later in the year, could
we look at some dresses?"
I was then introduced to the world of wedding dresses and what a
confusing world it was, normal clothes shopping I loved, but this was a
whole new ball game!
I was asked what style did I want, answer I hadn't a clue, long or
short? Classic or column? Train or fish tail or both? On the shoulder?
Off the shoulder? Bustier or straps? White, Cream or Ivory? Or did I
want another colour?
My head was spinning, I was looking at magazines, I made the mistake of
saying that I liked the style of a classic wedding dress, the next thing
I was through into the changing rooms being trussed up in a corset - a
white satin boned corset for gods sake, complete with suspenders, white
stockings were then rolled up my legs, a multitude of underskirts, net
and soft satin, then the voluminous satin and lace dress, which flowed
around me I was zipped up then about a million small pearl buttons
fastened hiding the zipper, the separate train attached then the head
dress with veil, 3" white satin court shoes and a bouquet thrust into my
hands and I was lead out to the awaiting mum and sisters, the ohh's and
ahh's said it all, I looked into the mirrors looking at myself from all
angles and a lump came into my throat I looked beautiful, with the
corset my figure was stunning, breasts proudly displayed, the classic
dress was wonderful. But not for me!
While I was looking at myself, Amy and Sophie went and changed into
brides maids dresses they (or mum) had chosen, I swung this way and that
admiring my reflection when they returned and stood either side of me.
It then really hit home that I, who was really a man looking like a
woman was actually getting married, I was going to be a bride. More
Ohh's and Ahh's and I then asked to be released from my satin and lace
prison.
If I thought that that would be the end of it I was so awfully wrong I
was in that bloody shop for three hours trying on different dresses and
getting more and more confused, but I will admit I did like a classic
styled Grecian satin column dress, it had built in boning and bra my
d?colletage was covered by lace and tulle, the dress clung to my curves
and pooled around my feet, it draped around my body and had pearl
details around the dress - I loved it but realised that my mum and
sisters loved looking for my dress, I could see that by their excitement
so for the next few months I would play along and let them enjoy
themselves - but I knew the dress I wanted.
When we finally left the shop, I was starting to enjoy being the centre
of attraction, wearing all those ultimate pieces of feminine finery; in
fact I couldn't wait until next week when the ritual would be repeated
in another bridal boutique! I really felt like I belonged in the world
of womanHOOD!
We did some more shopping then home, Brett was already there and still
very sober, being Saturday he had been with Carl and Guy talking about
the notes and watching football (or soccer as Brett insisted on calling
it) he was bubbling, obviously there had been some breakthrough!
He asked abut my day, I gave him one of those looks, and much to his
surprise grabbed him by the throat and growled, "After the hell I've
been through and the hell I am going to go through, you had better marry
me buster!"
Amy had a grin wider than the moon on her face and gleefully explained,
"my darling sister has been corseted, dressed and undressed at least a
dozen times, and that's just the first Bridal Salon, but Brett, she
looks divine squeezed into a delicious satin and lace boned corset."
I shot her a look of pure venom, while Brett made the mistake of musing
out loud, "Hmmm corset, can't wait to see that honey" for that he got a
punch on the arm.
"Ouch," he grunted, "that really hurt, you punch like a guy!" Amy
chortled at this, "Yes, we still haven't got her fully tamed"
Now I was going to kill her, she realised that I was not a happy bunny
and retreated upstairs before I could strangle her.
Mum stuck her head in the door and said, "Seeing that you children are
going out no supper, your father and I are going out, and Shirley's
taking Sophie to McDonalds, Brett dear are you sure you want to marry
this harridan of a daughter of mine?"
I shot mum a look of hate which rapidly turned to love as she just stood
there grinning at me. "Your temper tantrums don't work with me young
lady." And with that she left, left me in total confusion and totally
deflated!
"Going out?" I spluttered. Brett broke in, "Yes, going out with Amy,
Guy, Kylie and Carl is that ok honey?"
"Don't you honey me you, you, you insensitive corset loving MAN, I'll
truss you up in one of those bloody things and see how you like it!"
I was playing angry, but secretly I quite enjoyed wearing the corset,
and I loved the shape it gave me.
As I literally dragged him upstairs I asked him where we were going
tonight and found that we were meeting at a pub, then going for an
Italian meal at an upmarket restaurant, so I knew what to wear. And
seeing that we (or I had nearly three hours to get ready) I was going to
have my evil was with him - pity I didn't have a corset!
When we get to my room, or our room as I saw it, we kissed very gently,
the intensity slowly building up with our passion, our love making was
tender, passionate and very, very satisfying.
This time we went into the bathroom together and while he shaved I
showered, needless to say he had finished shaving well before I had
finished showering so we had round two in the shower.
I did my make up and hair then dressed, the dress I chose was a
sleeveless black silk jersey dress which came about 4" above my knee, it
had red roses printed onto it in muted tones, the black of the dress
contrasted with the creaminess of my skin, it had a square modest
neckline.
My underwear was a La Perla black demi cup bra, matching thong and
barely black tights, black patent shoes with a 4" heel matching handbag
and a red woollen knee length coat completed the ensemble.
My hair I wore loose cascading over my shoulders in gentle curls, with
about half an hour to go before we had to leave I declared myself
satisfied with the way I looked. (Much to Brett's relief).
Banging on Amy's door we made our way downstairs, Amy arrived just as
the taxi pulled up, we piled in, the driver was a friend of Mel's who I
had met at the drunken nights at Mel's home. He told us that Kylie
(Mel's Kylie) had been accepted at Kings Hospital, but was having
trouble finding a place to live as the nurses accommodation was full,
Amy looked at me and commented "we have a couple of spare rooms?" her
tone of voice was questioning. "Do you mind?" I asked, "not at all,
Kylies a really nice girl, and it would help Mel out" she answered.
"I'll phone Mel and give her the offer" as I said this I took my phone
out.
My conversation with Mel was great, she was so pleased with our offer
and would pass it onto Kylie and get back to me, we spoke for a while
and arranged to meet next weekend.
We pulled up at the pub and paid the cab going in we saw the rest and
went over to join them.
The pub was wonderful and very noisy, which I assume this was why Carl
had picked it, Kylie (Carls Kylie) looked absolutely stunning in a cream
bandage dress which really clung to her curve's, her blonde hair was up,
with wisp's framing her face, if I had still been a man I would really
have fancied her, now? Where now she was a competitor (of sorts) and a
really good girl friend.
As we talked, Carl's Amy's Brett's and my phones went off, Kylie
commented, "Someone's in your flat girls." The four of us opened the
phone and sure enough 'the pig' was there completely unaware that he had
tripped the silent alarm and that his every move was being watched.
We watched in silence as he worked his way around the kitchen and living
room, watching him invade our private space disgusted me.
He only had a cursory look into our bedrooms - thank god but he put some
'devices' in the kitchen, dining room and lounge, as Kylie watched she
commented; "well they'll do him no good, they certainly won't get
through the blocks we've put in place - he'll get fed up with having to
change them"
He was only there for about 15 minutes then left, as he closed the door
the security system reset. I looked at Kylie and commented, "I'm well
impressed with that system you've installed but I never realised it was
a silent alarm".
Kylie smiled and answered, "Well for what we were doing, it's no good
scaring them away, if you see what I mean" we nodded, totally agreeing,
"anyhow Carl butted in let's go and eat then Kylie can tell us what
she's found, I know and am writing a report for Brett and Tim so they
can proceed!"
We finished out drinks and wandered off to the restaurant, when we
arrived we were shown to a booth at the rear of the restaurant, taking
our seats we ordered the drinks and perused the menu, once the drinks
arrived and we ordered our food, Kylie started telling us what she had
found.
She had accessed the bank account given to us by our 'friend' it seemed
that this was a holding account where money was deposited then moved via
three banks to the final accounts which were all offshore accounts,
Kylie had accessed these and traced them to the people involved in the
scam, she had managed to get a list of the owners of the final accounts,
amounts deposited, dates of the deposits, everything to as Brett put it
to, "Wrap this up and put it to bed."
The first course arrived and we devoted our time to eating, simple
enjoying the excellent food and chatting about normal everyday things,
Amy described in some detail my afternoon ordeal much to everyone's
amusement, including myself now I had calmed down.
We had a brilliant meal, the company was good and the talk comforting,
Brett and myself agreed to call round to pick up the report the
following afternoon so Brett could talk to the 'Powers that Be' in New
York.
We went our separate ways about eleven, Amy and Guy, Kylie and Carl and
of course Brett and myself.
Arriving home at the same time as a slightly tipsy mum and dad, we
retired to the lounge to have a nightcap, somehow the discussion got
around to me, and the things that I had done to help the family, I was
very easy with this, at first Brett was a bit uncomfortable, but soon
relaxed when he realised I was easy discussing my future, the talk got
around to my decision to become a total woman, and dad being a surgeon
was determined to get the best available for me, regardless of cost.
Brett commented that so far the surgeons had done a wonderful job, dad
looked at me and very quietly answered; "well Brett they had a good
canvas to start with, Nichola here - I think of her as Nichola, never
Andy; is beautiful, and though I'd never tell her this I am so proud of
her, and love her like my own daughter, so remember this young man, if
you ever hurt her you'll have me to answer to!"
I was so touched by this affection, I knew mum thought of me as her
daughter, but dad had never indicated that he felt like this, I felt so
happy, and so proud.
Mind you there was so much alcohol talking as well!
We went to bed about midnight and this time I was into the bathroom
first, when Brett emerged after me I was sat in front of the mirror
brushing my hair wearing a deep red satin nightdress with black lace
around my bust line and on the hem, delicate scalloped lace straps
highlighted the creaminess of my skin.
He came behind me and gently ran his fingers across my shoulders causing
ripples of pleasure to coarse through my body.
He took the hair brush off me and continued to brush my long hair, he
really seemed to enjoy doing this for me; "do you enjoy brushing my
hair" I asked, he sighed and answered me "Oh yes, it's so relaxing and
so satisfying" I was puzzled at the word satisfying so asked "why
satisfying?" He smiled at me and said "satisfying because when I look at
you and admire your shimmering wonderful hair, I think that in some
small way I helped it to look like that".
That was so touching, I smiled up at him then I took hold of his hand
stopping him brushing, stood up and wrapping my arms around his strong
neck kissed him deeply and intensely, pulling back I told him "I look
like this because of you, a woman in love, true love, really glows"
He slipped his hands around my satin clad waist pulled me to him and we
kissed again, picking me up he carried me to the bed, lay me on it then
joined me, all I will say is that our lovemaking was very pleasurable,
intense, passionate and respectful, we were so at ease with each other,
fitted together like a hand and glove.
Went I lay basking in the glow of post coital pleasure I contentedly
snuggled into his chest smelling his man scent, he drifted off to sleep
and soon was breathing regularly and deeply, carefully slipping out of
his arms I went to the bathroom and cleaned up and putting a fresh
nightdress on took my place in his arms and drifted off to sleep.
Next day we were up late, had a late breakfast, I asked mum (who was
slightly hung over) where Sophie was, "Oh her and Shirley have gone for
a drive, they often do this, they go all over the place."
We set off for Carl and Kylie's place, after we'd been there we were
meeting Mel for a quiet drink - it would have to be as she was working
the next day, as were the two of us.
The information Kylie had discovered was absolutely amazing, she had
bank accounts, amounts in them, the track the money had gone to get to
the final account (usually by 3 or more offshore accounts) names, dates
it was dynamite, the final piece of the jigsaw was the meeting next
month, we wondered if my friend would come good with the place.
Of course we discussed who this mystery friend was, the style of the
notes gave nothing away, however the contents said that it was someone
who knew what we were doing and also the workings of the organisation,
which narrowed it down to about every employee!
Brett phoned the states on the secure phone and spoke to my boss Charles
Winton, who was the link between the company president, John Gardan and
us.
As we were leaving to meet Mel Brett's phone rang and after a short
conversation he told me that Charles and Jon were going to make a snap
visit so we could discuss things - great I thought just what I needed,
someone looking over my shoulder when I was getting into my job! (My
female insecurity bubbling)
Also Brett had the authority to tell Carl to prepare his invoice for
services, this was sanctioned from the very top.
Carl joked, "That'll cost them." Seriously Brett answered, "Carl if we
break this fraud, any bill you submit will only come to a fraction of
what is being stolen!"
With that we left and went to meet Mel, I loved meeting her and expected
a response from her Kylie about staying with Amy and I.
Much to my surprise Kylie was with Mel, after we sat down, Kylie came
straight to the point. "Nichola, thanks for the offer, but I really
can't live with you, it wouldn't be right."
"And why not?" I countered. "Are we too old, or as your mum calls me too
posh?"
"I don't think you're posh," Mel protested, all I did was grin at her.
Kylie carried on, "It's just I'll be working shifts and don't want to
disturb you." "Rubbish," I answered, "you're room is well away from the
other rooms, we'll never hear you."
Kylie still wasn't convinced but eventually she agreed to come back to
London with us tonight and try the room - I told her, "You can stay
until next weekend and come back with me if you want to, get to know the
area so to speak."
"Can I, can I really," she squealed, I nodded and told her we're leaving
about nine (this gave her 5 hours).
She looked at Mel and asked, "Is it OK mum?" "Of course it is," Mel
answered, "you're a big girl now and my posh friend will keep an eye on
you!" I playfully punched Mel on the arm. Kylie said her good byes and
left to pack a bag for the week, I looked at Mel's face as her daughter
left, quietly I said, "You are really proud of her aren't you?" Sighing
simply nodded, then said, "you have no idea Nicky, no idea, especially
after the rough start she had with her dad pissing off and all that"
"don't worry, we'll look after her." I assured a worried looking mum.
We headed home Amy was there, I told her about Kylie, and this time it
was about both Kylies, as Amy succinctly put it. "There's too many
Kylies around here at the moment!"
After a late supper we managed to see Sophie before we left, apparently
the two of them had been to Derby for the day, I commented to Mrs Jones
that it was a long way, she just smiled and said "not as far as some
places we've been to, but Sophie enjoys being out ad looking at new
things.
Picking Kylie up we headed back to London, arriving shortly after
eleven, we showed Kylie to her room and gave her a key and the entrance
door codes leaving her to settle in we went to bed, I was shattered and
I think Brett was because we never even made love!
The next morning as we got ready for work, I teased Brett that he had
got tired of me already, as he fell asleep on me the night before! He
swore that I was asleep first, but pouting and big sorrowful eyes from
me won the day, and he was about to apologise when I put him out of his
misery telling him I was kidding.
At breakfast there was no sign of Kylie, so we left her a note to make
herself at home, use anything she wanted, and don't forget to set the
alarm when she went out.
Then Brett asked a question that both Amy and I hadn't thought about,
"How's Kylie going to set the 'other alarm system'?" We looked from on
to the other. "Err, I haven't a clue," I admitted, then carried on "I'll
phone Kylie."
Kylie said she would be round before work and programme Kylie's phone,
she found it quite amusing that two Kylies would be talking, I asked her
to tell young Kylie that it was an add on to our security system.
As she hung up she quipped "Oh I'll be late for work boss!" I had
totally forgotten that she would be working with me for a while.
A few minutes before we all left for work, young Kylie dragged herself
into the kitchen, she was most definitely not a morning person, Amy and
I told her to help herself to anything she needed also that someone was
coming round shortly to show her how to work the alarm system, she was
quite happy about this and broached the subject of paying her way.
Amy jumped in telling her that for this week she was our guest, if she
decided to stay with us we would sort something out later, she was about
to argue when I chipped in with, "God you're so like your mum, argue
about anything." Somewhat embarrassed she surrendered.
The next two days passed so quickly, Brett would be going back to Italy
on the Thursday morning, but it was great simply sleeping with him,
making leisurely love, feeling fulfilled and totally feminine.
We made love in every way possible, and I loved every second of it,
especially just after he had climaxed when he lay with his full weight
on me, I loved the feeling then, knowing that I had caused his feeling
of utter exhaustion and contentment.
Wednesday, when we got home from work this changed, because there on the
hall table was another letter from my friend!
We both looked at if like it was a poisonous snake, even though whoever
was sending these really was on our side, with trembling hands I tore
open the plain envelope.
Hi Nichola,
The meeting is taking place next week, the two
Are taking a Stingray 235 boat from the Bimini
Executive Yacht Services and just the
2 of them are going somewhere quiet for a discussion.
More than that I cannot find out, Oh and it's next
Wednesday the meeting is taking place.
This should be my last letter to you, as you have all
You need to wrap this up.
But still be very careful.
Your best friend...
Brett got onto New York and passed on this information, young Kylie -
bless her had produced a wonderful supper for the four of us, a warm
mixed seafood salad with freshly baked crusty bread. Followed by a
homemade Tiramisu, the girl could certainly cook.
As my sister put it, "Kylie, you have to stop with us, this food is
heavenly." I endorsed these sentiments fully but cautioned my dear
sister saying, "Once she starts working she'll be too tired to cook like
this."
Kylie just laughed saying, "I love cooking, it's like a release for me,
so you'll certainly taste my cooking again."
I picked up on that straight away. "You mean you'll stay with us Kylie?"
She nodded saying, "If that's all right with you two?"
Amy and I looked at each other and together said "Yes, it sure is!" Then
we had a girl hug.
As this was Brett's last night the two of us went to bed early, as we
changed ready for bed, (as Marilyn Munro said wearing only Chanel No.5,
or in my case Estee Lauder Beautiful)
I sat in my thong while Brett brushed my hair for me, this was akin to
fore play, we both knew that and as a consequence the atmosphere has a
certain frisson about it.
As he brushed I watched my beautiful firm breasts gently jiggle, Brett
commented, "I adore the way you breasts move when I brush your hair."
Again he knew my thoughts we were so together it was untrue.
I stood up after he had finished and unashamedly wiggled out of my
thong, showing myself to my man, my lover and to be honest my life. Our
kisses started with an unspoken urgency that burst into unbridled
passion, tongues entwined, hands searching each others bodies, we fell
onto the bed, Brett looked down at me and whispered, "I love you."
Simply that, nothing fancy. I whispered back, "And I love you soooo
much, if anything happened to you I would be devastated."
He looked gently at me and breathed, "Look darling if anything should
happen to me, promise me you'll carry on living." This seemed a strange
thing to say, but after a frown and a think I nodded, Our lovemaking was
very passionate and intense, after all I wouldn't se him for a month,
after a mammoth four hour session, we were both spent, my Brett was
tremendous, how he lasted that long I hadn't a clue, but he managed! As
for me? Well I was sore, but in a wonderful way, so snuggling into him
we fell asleep - well he did, but as a woman, once he was asleep I had
to go and clean myself.
We were up at five thirty for me to drive him to the City Airport for
his flight to Rome, this flight took about 4 hours but was easier for me
and he was in no rush.
Dropping him at the airport and kissing him I then went to work, with
something missing from my life.
On the upside I was seeing Fiona tonight, which was some consolation to
me, as we could talk and love and then I would feel better! (what a slut
I was becoming, kissing my fianc? goodbye then thinking about my girl
lover!) please don't think badly about me.
I was not too late for work; Tim our head of security already knew about
the letter, he discussed this with me while we were going to my office.
So the next two days passed quietly, everything was as normal, but my
intuition told me that there was a lot going on in the background that
didn't concern me directly.
Thursday evening and I met Fiona, we went to a little Italian restaurant
and had a lovely meal and a real good girly chat, it was 'that time of
the month' for poor Fiona and she had that horrible bloated feeling (not
that I know anything about that) but just to chat was brilliant.
Friday afternoon and as was usual I left just after four, headed home
and picked up Kylie and Amy and drove back home to Oxford.
Dropping Kylie off I saw Mel and made sure we were ok for Saturday
night, then home to be greeted by mum, dad and Sophie.
I mentioned that before supper I was going for a walk by the river,
Sophie asked if she could come with me, of course I said yes, she really
was good company.
We steadily walked along the river, "Sophie," I said. "Yes Nichola," she
answered,
I carried on, "Thank you for sending me those notes, helping me and
Brett." She started to protest that she had no idea what I was talking
about, when I broke in, "Sophie please don't treat me like an idiot,
give me a bit of credit."
To her credit she mumbled; "how did you know?" Sighing I answered "you
told me at the end of each of the notes, I learned Morse code when I was
in the scouts, you finished each of the notes with a letter from your
name.
... =S; --- = O; .--. =P; .... = H
By the third one I had an idea, but this last note confirmed it - now
please tell me what's going on?
Before she could speak I finished, "And please tell me the truth -
Nichola." I took a chance calling her Nichola.
The amount of venom in her voice when she answered shocked me, "Don't
ever, ever call me that again! I'm SOPHIE, SOPHIE!" she screamed at me.
We passed a bench with a street light over it, so I sat on it saying,
"Now come on tell me everything."
I thought for a moment she was about to run away, she looked like a
spring ready to unwind, but eventually she sat down, I took her hand and
said, "I'm sorry for calling you that, now Sophie start at the
beginning, the very beginning? And please be honest with me."
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